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Nathan Forester and his team of Dan Aykroyd characters consisting of Elwood Blues (from the Blues Brothers), Ellis Fielding (from Loose Cannons), Grocer (from Grosse Pointe Blank), John Burns Jr (from The Couch Trip), Ray Stantz, Beldar, Ray Zalinski, Clifford Skridlow, Mike Webber, Irwin Mainway, Darren ‘Mother’ Roscow, and Frank Tree, were a crime-fighting team that fought villains and brought them to justice. Nathan himself had powers, he was a Were-Aykroyd who fought villains and lived a spectacular double life, which gave him the best of both, brains and brain at the same time.

He and his fellow Aykroydantaiums took down the dreaded Aykroydastians consisting of Vic Frohmeyer, the undead version of Elwood, Bob (from Susan’s Plan), Pa Tex, and Wade Motch, these Aykroydian trouble-makers were the ultimate in evil, always trying to ruin Nathan’s good time and trying to make his Were-Aykroyd side turn evil just like them. One afternoon, the Aykroydastaniums were sick of losing to Nathan and they gathered together at Pa Tex’s ranch

for a new evil plan.

“That Nathan is always ruining our plans.”

“Indeed he is, if only his were-aykroyd side wasn’t a hero.”

“That way we wouldn’t be grounded.”

‘It is indeed not fair in the slightest.’ Wade Motch added. ‘That we get grounded and we have to eat lumpy potatoes.’ ‘Yes, those potatoes are the real monsters, not us.’ ‘What if we actually did get the Were-Aykroyd side to turn evil and fully corrupted Nathan into becoming Aykroydian and forgetting who he is?’ ‘Oh yes, that sounds devious and I love it.’ ‘But how do we do that? We can’t sway that goodie two shoes Were-Aykroyd into being a villain, he is so heavily devoted to justice.’

‘Maybe there is a way.’ ‘Bob, are you pondering what i’m pondering?’ ‘I think so Frohmeyer, but if people celebrated Christmas all year, wouldn’t Christmas itself be pointless and just another day?’ ‘Time to use our dark powers to influence that Were-aykroyd.’ The group of evil Aykroyd characters laughed as they began to work on a special plan to get that were-aykroyd alter-ego of Nathan’s to be evil. Meanwhile at the appointment, Nathan and his Aykroydian brothers in the Aykroydantiums had just returned from battling villains and were looking forward to relaxing and hanging out together.

“We did it guys, we taught those demons a lesson.”

“Oh yes, we certainly did, well done to all of us.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you guys.”

“Aaaaw, do you really mean that?”

“Yes, you’re all my brothers and I love you.”

Nathan hugged Louis Winthorpe III, Elwood and Darren ‘Mother’ Roskow, as Grocer chuckled, happy that he was able to use his hitman skills for good. ‘Your were-aykroyd form also kicked some serious butt, pal and i’m very impressed.’ ‘I’ve been training a lot since we first met and i’ve learned that my were-aykroyd self isn’t too different from me, we both like horror, we like monsters, we like fighting evil, and we are both awesome.’

“I am glad he is on our side.’ ‘As I am. I never can imagine him being evil.’ ‘’Well come on, on boys, let’s just chill and hang out.’ That afternoon the team hung out together with Mel and That Werebelushi In The Shades, they listened to music and when the evening came around, everything was very eventful and they decided to take it easy.

When night-time came around they spent a lovely time together indoors watching all the movies they were from, after they all got ready for bed a couple of hours later, Nathan got into bed and he told the Aykroydantiums and Mel and Matthias to keep watch after he had brushed his teeth, he said good night to his brothers as he turned out the light and drifted off to sleep. While he slept, Vic Frohmeyer sent Wade Motch up to Nathan’s room to corrupt his dreams, which he did.

Nathan began to toss and turn as he began to have a nightmare, in his nightmare, he and his brothers were dealing with a dark presence that was trying to possess their friend the Were-Aykroyd. ‘No, don’t harm our brother.’ Ellis Fielding shouted. ‘Yes, Dan’s our beloved brother, and if you even think about harming him yet alone corrupting him, we are going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.’ Ray Stantz pulled out his proton pack and began to fire at the demonic presence, the entity laughed evilly, as he floated over to Dan, the good-natured heroic Were-Aykroyd.

‘Don’t you dare, don’t you dare do this to me.’ Dan retorted, using his agility to dodge the dark energy bolts coming from the entity’s hands. ‘Oh but I must, I must use my powers to take over you.’ Mike Webber charged towards the evil entity and tried to prevent the entity from coming near his brother, using an exorcism spell to keep him from harming the others, of course all this did was provoke the entity further as he used his powers to keep the brothers in place, he hovered over Dan and then without hesitation, took on a misty form and entered the Were-Aykroyd’s body, possessing him in the process.

‘Aaaaah! Get out of me right now!’ ‘I’m going to be looking forward to using you.’ ‘No, no, don’t do this.’ ‘You can do this, you can fight his influence!’ Clifford Skridlow exclaimed. Dan convulsed and felt like he was going to be sick as the demonic entity had taken control of his body, his whole body convulsed and contorted.

‘Get Mel and Matthias, I need them to help me.’ ‘Right on it.’ Clifford and Elwood called up Mel and Matthias/That Werebelushi In The Shades.

Matthias and Mel came to the rescue as soon as they saw Dan was in trouble…’We’ve got to get that evil entity out of Dan before he corrupts him.’ ‘Thank goodness you two are here, would you please help me? Help me. I don’t want him to take over me.’ ‘Got it.’ The koala-girl used a power similar to Vyond logic to prevent the Were-Aykroyd from being possessed but her magic didn’t seem to be as effective.

Dan convulsed…’I don’t want to be evil like those Aykroydastians, I want to remain nice and good, i'm the hero not the villain. Please help.’ He convulsed and broke down in tears as he painfully transformed into an evil version of himself as the demonic entity possessed his body, making him a ‘Dark Were-Aykroyd’. ‘Eeek! Dan, is that you?’ ‘Dan isn’t here anymore, at least as the goodie two shoes he used to be, now he’s me and he’s bad and he likes it.’

“Our brother would never like being evil.”

“That’s right.”

The dark version of Dan floated over the group of Aykroyd characters and attempted to attack them, but Grocer dove in the way and protected his sibling. ‘I won’t let you do this to my brother, he’s not just a were-aykroyd, he’s our sibling, and he’s loyal to us, he won’t bend to your will.’ ‘Oh but he will. And I want him to turn Nathan for me.’ ‘Nathan will turn Aykroydian whenever he wants, and he won’t do it because you’ve told him to.’

“We’ll just see about that.”

Mel protested against this as she went out of her way to defend her friend, hulking out and roaring as she did so…’You make me so mad when you try to corrupt my friends like that, you are a sick disgusting monster, I hate you, and all you stand for! Mel doesn’t like it when you do that, it makes me want to smash you!’ She picked up a table and threw it at the demon possessed Dan, but the dark Were-Aykroyd chuckled with a smirk on his face. ‘You and that Werebelushi would make great Were-Aykroyds. I cannot wait to turn you two.’

“YOU…LEAVE MY FRIENDS OUT OF THIS, LEAVE THEM ALONE!’ Nathan shouted, his eyes glowing as he concentrated some of his Were-Aykroyd powers. It was clear that he didn’t want his normally good-hearted Were-Aykroyd to harm his friends. ‘You’re so loyal to your friends, I have been denied a chance to take control for so long and your friends are about to be part of the best show ever. Think about it Nathan, wouldn’t it be fun to turn them and watch them become like us?’ ‘No it wouldn't, Dan..whatever has gotten into you, should be let right the hell out right now. Evil spirit, whatever you are, get out of my Aykroydian alter-ego’s body or i’ll use my own were-aykroyd powers on you.’

Nathan tried to plead with the corrupted version of his friend but when that didn’t work, he decided to fight him, by turning into his Were-Aykroyd form in a way similar to when Tommy wolfed out on Big Wolf On Campus. ‘If you want Dan, evil spirit, you are going to get through me first and I warn you, I am much tougher than the average Were-Aykroyd tends to be.’

He leapt into the air, using his enhanced agility to dodge the attacks of Possessed/Dark Dan, if he couldn’t get through to his alter-ego, the best he could do was fight him. Which he did, he fought him with all his might and his powers. His Aykroydian brothers cheered him on and hguged him after he had taken down Dan in his possessed state. ‘Sorry that I had to do this to you, I mean me, I mean myself..but that entity took control of you and I had no other choice.’

Mike Webber performed an exorcism spell to try and get the demonic entity out of Dan’s body, the evil version of Dan chuckled as he thought of this was amusing. Luckily it didn’t take long for the demonic entity to exit Dan’s body and for Dan to return to his normal adorkable self. ‘Boys, i’m back!’ ‘Hurray! We did it.’ ‘Indeed we did. To paraphrase my fellow ghostbuster Peter Venkman, we came, we saw, we kicked his ass!’ ‘We did it.’

All of the Aykroydantiums cheered…and that nightmare was over, it was now a much nicer dream. Nathan awoke feeling much better than he did when he had the nightmare,but then he realized that it wasn’t done yet, as another nightmare was about to happen. In this new nightmare, Nathan was with Dan, his Were-Aykroyd alter-ego. His Aykroydian alter-ego was keeping watch for the night and checking up on him, when he sensed something odd in the air, he could hear the distant sound of sinister laughing as the evil/possessed version of himself materialized. ‘You? But I thought we defeated you, and got rid of you.’ ‘You think you can get rid of me? Ha, you cannot get rid of me, you never will be able to. I am you, I always will be you.’ ‘No you won’t, i’m good and you’re evil, I will never become like you.’

The evil version of Dan chuckled as he levitated around his counterpart, he thought that it was noble for his counterpart to be on the side of good but he thought it would be way more fun to manipulate him and control him, so he dove into Dan’s body, and Dan doubled over as he convulsed, shifting into his evil counterpart’s form. ‘Dan, are you okay?’ ‘I am more than alright, Nathan. Now, how about you come here? You want to be a Were-Aykroyd, don’t you? Let me help you.’

Nathan backed away, feeling afraid…’Dan, you look different, you sound different, you’re not the same adorable were-aykroyd you usually are, you have an evil aura.’ ‘But I feel so good, and you will too. If you just let me touch you.’ ‘No, don’t, don’t…’

He attempted to make a run for it and attempted to fight off the corrupted version of Dan, only for the corrupted version of Dan to touch him..causing Nathan to feel a surge of pain going through his body. ‘Owwww, owww…what’s happening? What’s going to happen to me?’ You are going to become the Were-Aykroyd I always know you’ve wanted to be.’ ‘I already am the best Were-Aykroyd I can be.’ ‘Oh but I can make you like Dan Aykroyd himself and I know how, just trust me.’

Nathan refused to listen to the evil Were-Aykroyd that was trying to manipulate him, he covered his ears and tried to think pleasant thoughts, only to feel a surge of pain jolting through his body as he began to feel like he was burning up…’Jesus christ! Aaaaaah! I’m burning up!’, there was a loud cracking and crunching sensation as his hand slowly began to enlarge and grow, the skin on his hands was maturing as well and brown hairs slowly grew on his hands.

“My hands, no…no…please, it hurts.”

“But it feels to transform doesn’t it? You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you, Dan?”

‘My name isn’t Dan, I am Nathan Forester, I am not Dan Aykroyd.’ ‘Oh but you will, you are a Were-Aykroyd, and you will become Dan Aykroyd and love it.’ ‘No I won’t..aaaaah!’ Nathan groaned as the pain surged through his body, he attempted to try and escape from the apartment, attempting to keep the transformation at bay.

‘Oh but you will, don’t think you can escape me, I am you, you are me.’ ‘No i’m not.’ ‘Oh yes you are, just look at you, you are changing, you’re becoming like me.’ Nathan objected to the very motion of becoming like this evil version of his Aykroydian alter-ego, he didn’t write the Were-Aykroyd stories to be like this, in his Were-Aykroyd stories the Were-Aykroyd was always good and wouldn’t harm anyone yet alone his friends. He wrote the Were-Aykroyd character to be charming and nice, not this malevolent monster. ‘I don’t want this, I don’t want to be like you, I just want to be a good were-aykroyd who fights villains, not to be a villain myself.’

“Oh but I am no villain, I am helping you.”

“Helping me? How is this helping? This is horrifying.”

‘Horrifying? I think you mean horrifying-ly good, because I am helping you unlock the you that is your true you, you act like you are anything but an Aykroyd, but you always will be one.’ ‘I may be a Were-Aykroyd but I will never be like you.’ ‘Oh but you are, just look at you, you’re going to become just like me and you will love it.’ ‘Nooo, noo, nooo.’ He groaned in pain as he pulled back his sleeve, just in time to see brown hair slowly growing on his arms which were broadening and growing with a sickening crunching sound.

“Dan, please don’t do this. The Were-Aykroyd I wrote wouldn’t do this.”

“But I am so much better than that, you wrote me to be perfect.”

‘But you’re evil, not what I imagined you to be.’ ‘Now now, don’t be like that.’ Nathan couldn’t believe what was happening, normally he would be in control of his Were-Aykroyd side and he could morph whenever he wanted but Dan had other plans for him, plans to warp him into the perfect Were-Aykroyd. Nathan’s torso and chest begin to broaden and grow, pushing against his shirt which was tightening and making it difficult for him.

“Dan, stop this, this isn’t you.”

“Oh but it is, and it will be you too.”

He felt sick, he felt like he was going to throw up and like he had eaten something bad, as his stomach began to growl and gurgle, as a hunger built up from within, he panicked, attempting to suppress the hunger but Dan’s hunger and presence were becoming more known, becoming one with his own one. ‘No, no…I must suppress it. I cannot become like you, this isn’t supposed to happen.’

Rushing into the kitchen of his apartment he went to grab something to eat, hoping anything would satiate the hunger of this Aykroydian monster that was forming within. Nathan’s shirt was getting increasingly tighter as he began to pull it off and attempted to tear it off, panting and groaning as a few buttons popped off it and flew off. ‘'I gotta get it off, gotta get it off..must stop the transformation, gotta get it off.’

“'I have your arm hair now, and your hands, and your skin.”

“Oh yes, you have them alright, and look at you.”

“This isn’t me, I have to get it off.”

He began to rip off parts of his shirt only for the rest to start ripping away to reveal his growing chest and torso, which were broadening and growing the same brown hairs on them, his stomach growling as it enlarged and developed brown hairs on it, he groaned, the pain was becoming unbearable and he desperately hoped this would just be a nightmare. He struggled to get the shirt off and he fell down onto his back, moaning in agony. ‘You won’t be needing that anymore. Now that I have your form, you have no idea how long I have always wanted to have control of your form like this.’ ‘No you haven’t, for the most part you always have to wait until nightfall to emerge, that is how it goes and how I wrote it to be. You are a Were-Aykroyd, and like me, you have to wait until nightfall.’

The hunger was starting to get to Nathan…’I must resist this, I am not you, I never will.’, he attempted to get up, which he did, but he felt disorientated…’Dan, please stop this, I feel disorientated, I feel like the room is shrinking.’ ‘You’re going to grow my friend, you’re going to grow into a big sexy Were-Aykroyd. That's why you feel disoriented. My hunger for food and everything else you have is your hunger now. You want to eat. You want to feed the ever-growing and ever-expanding me, do it Nathan. This were-aykroyd is hungry and he wants food to grow his power to even greater heights. That's the feeling you're having.’ ‘Dan, this is torture, please stop this.’ ‘Torture? Ha, this is fun.’

‘No no no…agh, it hurts me. Have you no idea how awful this is? I just want to be normal, to escape from your insidious grasp, but you're always there, mocking me, taunting me, you’re not the Dan I wrote about, you’re not the Dan I love, you are this twisted psychopathic version of him that wants to control me.’ ‘You are normal, Nathan. You are becoming what you must be. There is no longer a Nathan, he is dead. Accept your were-aykroyd transformation, accept your destiny. Why deny this, why deny your destiny? Give in.’ ‘Why would I want to do that? This isn’t my destiny, my destiny isn’t to become this monster.’ ‘Don't fight it, Nathan. We are almost close to achieving my goal of making you mine forever, almost there. Just a bit more and you will be Dan Aykroyd, and be a Were-Aykroyd forever. It's too late, to go back now. Please make this easy, Nathan, don't make this painful for yourself. Just give into it now, accept your destiny.’ ‘This isn’t my destiny.’ ‘Please stop this.’

‘I wrote the transformation to be shocking yet oddly soothing, yes I did write it to be entrancing half-way through the process but only because I start slipping in and out of trance. Yes, the transformation does become entrancing halfway through the process. I felt it myself as I was transforming you. It is why I will make this as easy as possible, why I will make this as painless as I can. We are almost at the halfway point, Nathan, just a little more. Don't fight it, give in now.’ ‘This isn’t how it is supposed to go, stop trying to control me, this isn’t nice, this isn’t you.’

“Oh but it is, and it is you as well…Dan.”

“My name isn’t Dan Aykroyd, it’s Nathan, Nathan.”

“You look like Dan to me, look at you.”

‘Why are you doing this to me, Dan? Please end this, please. This can’t be real, this cannot be happening.’ ‘It is happening, Nathan. You cannot avoid this anymore. Your transformation is progressing, it is happening, you know it. Embrace it now.’ ‘I will never embrace the changes you are forcing on me, I will never be like you. I don’t want to turn out the way you have.’ ‘And yet you're changing, Nathan. You're getting closer to me. You might not want to accept it, but it's true and you know it. You're becoming me, you're becoming Dan, and you're filling with me. You're growing in size as we speak, and I'm filling your mind with my thoughts and desires. Accept it, Nathan. Your body is becoming just like me now, becoming Dan. Matthias will be just like us. There's no one to fight us, no one to save you and Matthias from this fate.’

Nathan shook his head and objected to the Were-Aykroyd’s words. ‘No, he won’t, Matthias is my friend, and once he finds out what you have been doing to me he will unleash his John Goodman style fury on you and will kick your ass.’ ‘Oh but he’s no match for me.’ ‘He’s superhumanly strong and gets even stronger when he’s mad, you wouldn’t want to pick a fight with him and if you ever go so far as to hurt him I am breaking every part of your body.’ ‘Well then…I might just have to turn him.’ ‘I won't let you get him or turn him. You know how he feels about were-aykroyds, he already has one for a roommate who is very dubious, he doesn't need to experience the horrors of one.’ ‘Oh, but he will, Nathan. Once you, Nathan, turn into Dan, you'll have no issue convincing Matthias that it's okay to be with us, with the were-aykroyds. After all, Nathan, what are friends for if we can't fight your foes? Matthias will change his mind very quickly. And he'll be just like you, just like Dan. He'll be stronger than ever. Do you know what Matthias would do with just a small amount of your new power, Nathan? Do you know? He'd be unstoppable.’ ‘Yeah but the name of his show is That Werebelushi In The Shades, the title wouldn't make sense anymore if he wasn't welll…a Belushi-esque monster.’ ‘And yet you forget, Nathan, you forget…Once you turn into Dan, I take control of you. Once you're filled with me, you'll be able to convince Matthias of anything. That title will change, and he'll be happy as a were-aykroyd. The title shall be altered, and it shall be perfect that way. Don't deny what is meant to be, Nathan.’

‘He was born a Werebelushi and he is going to stay as one. You cannot change him other-wise. Besides, you cannot make me do everything as you. You cannot make me be like you, I refuse to turn out like you.’ ‘Don't you understand yet, Nathan? You must do it. I'm not asking you, Dan, I'm ordering you. The transformation will be complete soon, and you will see how right I am. Your friend Matthias will change, and he'll be Dan, just like you. No matter how much you try to fight it, it is inevitable. You are already Dan, and Matthias will be too. The title will be changed, and the name of the show will be perfected. Don't fight me anymore, don't fight your destiny.’ ‘'Dan, this isn't exactly playing fair. Besides, we can't all be Dan. That's you, and to a lesser extent, sort of me but it isn't me.' ‘It is fair, and you are Dan. You're becoming more like me, more like Dan. And you're being filled with me. It is meant to be this way. And with you, Matthias, soon enough there will be another Dan here, another true Dan. And even more will follow, spreading and filling everyone with the power of Dan. We were meant to be many. Don't fight it, Dan, accept what is destined to be.’

“No, it’’s not, I was not made for this, you cannot make me like this. You cannot make me assimilate others into being Aykroydian.”

“And why not, my friend?”

‘It is against what I stand for.’ ‘You will stand for something completely different when I am done with you, now let’s just relax, and enjoy your change, Dan.’ ‘This isn’t you, Dan, you’re supposed to be a good were-aykroyd and now this demonic entity has taken control of you and made you evil, you are corrupting me like this and I don’t like it.’ ‘Oh but you obviously do like it and you are destined for this, to be my good Were-Aykroyd, to serve me.’ ‘Not if Mel has anything to say about it, that koala-woman can kick some serious monster butt. And since you're going to be a full blown villain as opposed to me..’ ‘This isn't about the koala-woman Mel, Dan. It's about you and Matthias, your future, the future of our entire planet. Even Mel herself could be transformed with the power of Dan if we so wish. And we do wish to transform her, do we not? Do you and I not want to see this world taken over by Dan and filled with true were-aykroyds? It is how it is meant to be. Our true nature. Don't fight it, Dan, don't fight what you and I were meant to become. This is our destiny.’ ‘Leave so much as a scratch on my friends and you'll find that there is one thing a were-aykroyd like you cannot do.’ ‘"Oh, and what is that? What is it that I cannot do? If you're speaking of Mel, I assure you she could become a were-aykroyd too. Would you enjoy seeing that happen, Dan? Would you enjoy seeing your friend be with us? Would you enjoy seeing her embrace her destiny, to become one with us? With me? There is no fighting against what you've become, what this world was meant to be like. Don't deny it. Don't deny your true nature, Dan.’ ‘She's already turning into different species and she is my friend, she is a shapeshifter with a condition.’ ‘So, she's already becoming so many other creatures? Why would she want to stay human, when being an were-aykroyd could bring so much happiness to this world? I am the key to her happiness. Don't deny her of it. You must share the gift with her, let her become Dan, let her join us with all of our friends. The world needs to be changed, to be truly perfect, to be filled with us. Don't deny her this, and don't deny it for yourself too. Join us, Dan. Join the were-aykroyd legion.’ ‘'I don't want this and I am not Dan Aykroyd, I love him and always will but never will be him mentally. It's not how turning were-aykroyd works.’

‘There is no turning back, Dan. You don't have a choice anymore. You've changed too much now. Just give up and give in to your true nature. Accept who you are meant to be, Dan. You are an were-aykroyd. You are meant to transform others, including your friends. Including Matthias, including Mel the shapeshifter. Don't you wish to see your world become a perfect place? Don't you want everything to be the way you always wanted? It is possible, it is within your reach. Give in, Dan, and let everything be completed.’ Nathan tried to ignore the evil Were-Aykroyd’s words, he tried to suppress them but the words grew stronger and echoed into his mind. ‘No it’s not my destiny, stop this. You are normally very capable of being nice but now you’re evil, can’t be nice for even a minute, and are giving me my worst nightmare.’

“A nightmare? Oh this is no nightmare.”

‘Dan, this isn’t and never will be you. You weren’t made to assimilate and corrupt innocent people yet alone me and my friends, snap out of it.’ ‘Oh but I am and you are too, Dan, Danny Aykroyd, is that who you are? Yes, it is.’ ‘This is a nightmare, it cannot be happening.’ ‘Yes, it is happening now. The transformation won't stop once it hits the halfway point. You must realize this by now. All you need to do is give into it. Let it happen to you. Let yourself change into the true form you know yourself to be now. It is your destiny, Nathan. There is no going back anymore, you will always be a Were-Aykroyd.’ ‘True, but I will never be like you.’

“But I think you will be, look at you.”

“I know, I don't want to give in.”

‘Oh but you should, just look at you…isn’t it fun to become a were-aykroyd like me? You’re already coming along so well.’ ‘No, i' m not. You are not the were-aykroyd I imagined..I didn’t write you to be like this.’ ‘But, Dan, I am an were-aykroyd. You created me as one. You made me as a were-aykroyd. And don't you want to accept the transformation? Don't you want to be this amazing new being? Just give yourself over to me, Dan, and let me fully fill you. You can transform Matthias too, and he'll be just like us. And then Mel can become Dan too. And we can all be happy together. The world is within your grasp.’ ‘We cannot all be Aykroyds, I won't let you corrupt my friends. Brainwashing isn't nice.’ ‘But this isn't a normal brainwashing, this is your true destiny calling to you, Dan! Don't deny it! Don't deny us! We all can be Dan, we all can be happy and strong. Even Mel, and she will be even more powerful. You can transform them all, Dan, and they will be filled with you and with power. Don't fight it. Don't fight what is meant to be. I am your destiny. I am your one and only true purpose. Accept it. Become me. Become Dan Aykroyd.’

“No, I refuse to do that.”

Nathan groaned as he looked down at his stomach which was broadening and gaining weight, developing hair on on it as he instinctively started to stroke it, he wanted to fight his urges but he couldn't as he found himself becoming entranced, enjoying the change. But he then snapped out of it. ‘What was I doing? Why did I act like I enjoyed that?’ ‘You felt it, didn't you, Dan? You felt the transformation. You felt the change within you. You liked it, didn't you? You wanted this, you asked for it. Accept the were-aykroyd inside you. Embrace who you are meant to be.’ ‘No, you were messing with my head and making me think that I like it, stop it.’

It was that at this point Nathan was mad at Dan and he charged at him with superhuman strength, knocking him down. ‘You made me do this. You are in so much trouble.’ ‘Hehe, trouble? Me, in trouble? Now that's a funny joke! Now, come on, Dan. Don't fight your fate anymore. Don't fight what you always wanted to be. Why do you think you made me an were-aykroyd like you? It's because you are one! You can't deny it forever, Dan. This is inevitable, this is our destiny. Don't fight me anymore. Don't fight nature. And don't fight Mel, and Matthias. They'll be Dan's too one day. Give in.’

‘I wasn't one before, I only wrote about it, it's a story..stop trying to believe it's real. It never was.’ ‘Now look at who's talking, Dan. We're making progress! You're calling me a monster, and that means you understand the truth. You understand that you are changing, you know you are becoming more powerful. You know why we are doing this. You know what we must do. Don't deny your destiny, Dan. Don't deny your true nature. You're becoming who you always wanted to be. Now give in. Let the transformation take place. Let us transform Matthias too and then Mel when she comes for you. It is inevitable.’ ‘I don't want my friends to know what I am.’ ‘You cannot hide something like this. They must know. Why are you so hesitant, Dan? Is it because you know they will understand that this is meant to happen? Or is it because you know in your heart of hearts that we are right, that this is meant to be? This is a good thing. It is better for you, and better for all of us too. Don't deny us, Dan. Let us change the world for the better.’

“Please stop this, this isn't not how you're supposed to be.”

To say Nathan was having a difficult time with his Were-Aykroyd transformation would be underselling it, it hurt him to have to experience this process, true normally he would be able to turn into Dan whenever he wanted and painlessly but in this scenario, he wasn’t, he panicked as he began to make a run for it and tried to head for the door only to be grabbed by Dan. ‘But you already know that this is meant to be, Dan. This is the way things have to be. You must know it, you must have known it since you wrote about it. And it is our destiny, our purpose in this world. We were meant to be were-aykroyds, and we shall be. Don't deny it anymore, Dan. Let's change the world.’

‘Let go of me, Dan. Whatever has gotten inside you is making you act like an evil version of yourself. I told you, I can choose to keep my were-aykroydism a secret as long as I want to and as long as i'm around during the day you cannot do anything about it, this was never destiny, this was you taking something i've wanted and twisting it.’ ‘I am fulfilling your wish, I am the embodiment of what you've made. You created me to be this. You knew what the fate of the world was supposed to be, and you made me that way. Why would you try to fight it? Why would you try to deny me…deny our destiny? The transformation will be complete soon. It'll be good for all of us. Why are you fighting me so much? What do you stand to gain?’ ‘Because I don't want to be a full blown maniacal Were-Aykroyd, I don't want to lose my mind. Most of the time when I write a transformation, the victims keep their memories.’

Dan chuckled evilly to himself, it was shown that this version of the were-aykroyd clearly was enjoying the process. ‘But you know deep within yourself, you will become me, a full Were-Aykroyd. And you know what, Dan? It's alright. It'll be alright. Don't you want to feel the incredible power? Don't you want to become what you were born to be? Don't you want to feel your true nature, to embrace it and to use it? It is our destiny, Dan. It feels good to be me. Don't fight it. Just. Give in.’

“I was never born for this and you cannot make me change that.”

‘Oh, but you are, Dan. You were born to do this, to become me. And you will, you can feel it inside you, you can feel the transformation happening. Embrace it, this is a good thing, you'll know it. You know that with my power you can make the world perfect. You'll know it once we transform everyone. We'll be happy. Don't you want us to be happy? Don't you want this transformation for all those who need it? You do, I know you do.’ ‘Dan, don’t do this, this is and never will be you. The demonic entity has taken over your body and I know you’re still in there.’ ‘'Everyone? No, you can't. There are people out there that probably won't like being transformed, especially without consent. And as alluring with your hypnosis and your powers doesn't mean they'll want you yet alone be you.’ ‘But who's to say my power wouldn't be able to help them, Dan? I'll make them want to become something greater, something more perfect.’ ‘This isn’t you speaking, this is the evil version of you speaking to me, please stop this, and what do you think you will get from this, and nothing…nothing good will come of this.’

‘And they will be happy, don't you understand? Everyone will be happy. We'll make everyone see. We'll show them the path to perfection. And if they won't accept it, we'll make them accept. No one will be a human if we have our say. They'll all become as us. Is that so bad, Dan? What is so wrong about everyone being truly happy and becoming what they were meant to be?’ ‘You and I have the same powers and same weaknesses. I'm a fledgeling Were-Aykroyd who has only been one for a few years, at least since 2020 but has never actually said it.’ ‘So you already understand, then. We are the same, Dan. We share this great power together. And it is our destiny to use that power to transform this world, to make it how we know it should be. Think about it, think of how much better our world would be if everyone were as us. Don't you see the potential? You always knew it, Dan, and only I can help this world reach it's highest potential. Don't deny me, Dan. You know what's right.’

“And this is not right, it never will be right, what you are doing isn’t right.”

“This ends now, and so do you.”

Oh and how do you think you can end me?”

‘I can rewrite you, make you not like this, I can make you better, we don't have to end it like this.’ Nathan pulled out his phone and started to call Mel and Matthias for help, but the evil version of Dan mocked him. ‘Call for help all you like Nathan, but I am the only one who can help you, let me help you, give in, be the Were-Aykroyd you know you are.’

Nathan was definitely more than a little pissed off and he was serious when he said that he could rewrite the Were-Aykroyd’s story, making him back to how he normally was. ‘What? No. You wouldn't do that, Dan. That would violate all the rules. And besides, how would that benefit us? Don't you want to bring me into the new world, to give me a chance? We can change everything. It would be cruel of you to change me now, Dan. Don't you know how much I can benefit this world with my powers? Don't stop me now, Dan. I'm what will save this world from mediocrity, from being just another insignificant planet in the sea. Give in and let me help you, Dan. Let me help us.’

“You're going to have to behave yourself from now on. Because I wrote you, I am your creator, and I am still the one who has a higher morality than you will ever have, what has gotten into your body is making you act like this and it’s not how a Were-Aykroyd should act.”

‘Morality? Don't you understand what we must do, Dan? Is it not about what we want? We can change this world, transform everyone into their true selves. That is what we must do, why deny the truth? And you're saying you would rather deny our destiny than give in? You can't go back to being a human. You aren't one anymore. And you can't take that from everyone, from me. I am the embodiment of perfection, the final goal of your creation. Let me help you, Dan. Don't deny it.’ ‘ ‘Not everyone's true self is an aykroyd.’ ‘It will be if I have my say, Dan. I want this to be the world we know it should have been. The world of the aykroyds. Why do you want to deny this? Can't you see how much better it will be? Is it really about morals? Do you not believe that this planet and it's people deserve to be as us? Don’t deny it, Nathan, don’t you want this?’ ‘I am not denying, I am suppressing the changes, I am trying to get you to snap out of it, I am not Dan Aykroyd, I am Nathan. I am Nathan.’

“Not for long you won’t be.”

The transforming monsterologist was determined to win against the corrupted Were-Aykroyd, he groaned as he kicked off his shoes, his night-socks were slowly tightening as his feet enlarged from within them, they began to strain and tear apart as his feet continued to enlarge before ripping open with a ‘shrippp’ to reveal his larger feet, which looked like Dan’s. ‘This is why I hate the transformation you made me undergo last time this happened, turning into a Were-Aykroyd is difficult, not only is turning painful, but also the clothing bills I will have to end up paying everytime my shirt and shoes get torn apart, you are a monster, that’s what you are.’ ‘But a monster that is helping you…that’s what I am doing.’

Nathan groaned as he felt a tingling sensation in his feet, two of the toes on each foot stuck together at the knuckle giving him the appearance of webbed toes. ‘Oh great now I have your freaky frog-like toes.’ ‘No, you have my Were-Aykroyd toes. Dan, you are becoming a part of me. And that is good, you know this, you know it needs to be. These toes, these feet, they belong to you, they are a part of you. You will love them, Dan.’

The transformation into a Were-Aykroyd was normally so painless for him and not so traumatic, normally when he just Aykroyded out it was because he could do it at will sometimes and it was painless, he just morphed into Dan and kept his thoughts and memories, but not in this case. He groaned as his legs began to go in the same way as his arms, broadening and growing and making his jeans feel a bit snug. ‘Ugh…this hurts, please stop this, this isn’t how i’m supposed to change.’ ‘That's it, Dan, give into it, your transformation is happening. Just give up, just accept it. You cannot stop it, you cannot avoid it. This is your destiny, Dan, your true form. You are meant to be like this. And soon, you will realize that you are glad to be this way. You cannot run, Dan, you cannot run. You are a were-aykroyd now, you belong like this.’

“No I don’t I don’t want to be a Were-Aykroyd forever.”

“Oh but you are going to be one, and be a sexy one at that.”

‘I can easily turn back to normal normally, and that spell from last time should be able to cure me of Were-Aykroydism and revert me to normal before it’s too late, it worked last time to stop me from morphing again.’ ‘Only because I allowed it to, I wasn’t quite finished with you, but you stopped me from completing the change.’

“Dan, this isn’t you, I keep telling you, you’re possessed, you need to snap out of it.”

Nathan groaned as he saw the back of his jeans tightening as his rear began to plump up, he normally loved this part because he wrote it in his stories to be so pleasant and nice but it was horrifying him this time. ‘Uh oh, not this.’ ‘It's quite alright, Dan, you know it is. Your jeans cannot contain your rear. You would not want them too, anyways, to cover the glorious behind of the were-aykroyd. That would be a travesty. Dan, you will be glad, so happy to have that beautiful, large, were-aykroyd behind.’

Normally this part would have been quite sexy to him and if he was Tina Belcher, he would have loved to see this but this was horrifying, he was turning into a Were-Aykroyd and not in the way he normally did. ‘Why do you have to be so thicc and hairy like this? With your chest and stomach hairs and your arm hairs.’

The evil/corrupted Dan chuckled some more, taunting Nathan over his developing build, taking delight in doing so. ‘Because it is the true you, Dan. I know this. I know you want this. Just accept it, Dan. You want me. You want to be me. You want this body. It is meant to be, and you are meant to be the were-aykroyd, with all of my glorious hair and features. You will love it. Dan, I am becoming you and you are becoming me. We are merging. I am becoming a part of you. And you know that you want this.’ ‘Well it is so so…so, oddly interesting, makes me feel like i'm so…so…sexy, no wait this isn't sexy, this is wrong, this isn't nice, this isn't pleasant.’ ‘Just give in, Dan, give in. You want me. You want to be me. Why fight what you know is coming to you? You know your transformation is happening. You don't want to fight it, you know that. I am becoming your true self, Dan, and you need to accept that. Just become the were-aykroyd, Dan, and you will be happy. You are meant to be me. You know you are.’

Nathan instinctively started to examine himself and he started to fall into a bit of a trance before snapping out of it. ‘No, I musn’t be attracted to this.’ ‘Just accept it, Dan. Give into it. Just… let me guide you. Let me become you.’ ‘Dan, whatever demon has taken over you is controlling you and making you do these things, please stop.’ ‘Dan, you are becoming me. There is no longer any Dan left. You just accept it, and you give into me. I am becoming you, Dan.’

“Don’t call me Dan, I am not Dan Aykroyd, I never will be him, I am not him, stop it.”

“Oh but that is who you are now, my were-aykroyd, you will do as I tell you.”

“I won’t do as you command me to do, I won’t, I won’t.”

Nathan groaned as he heard a series of cracking noises, his body was slowly growing up in height from 5’7 to 5’8. ‘Yes, grow, rise, become more. Become stronger. Soon, you will be as tall as me and your body will reflect this, it's all part of the transformation, Dan, you cannot deny it. You need to accept that you are me, and what you are meant to be. And then you will be happy, being so Aykroydian like me.’ He started to lose a bit of his balance as he shot up an additional height, going from 5’8 to 5’9. ‘Dan, now you feel something else, I want you to embrace and embrace this next part. You see, Dan, I am not just a were-aykroyd, I am also a male. Let me become you in all aspects, don't hold back, don't push back anymore, just accept it. Dan.’ ‘Whatever you’ve got planned for me, I don’t want it.’ ‘Oh, but you do, Dan, you may not think you do, but I can see inside of you. I am a part of you, and you want me inside of you. Don't fight it, Dan, you know you want it. Let me become you completely, let me become inside of you.’

‘Stop calling me Dan. I am not Dan Aykroyd and never will be.”

He tried to make a dash for it and headed for a window in hopes of escaping out of it, only to groan as he shot up in height from 5’9 to 5’10. ’I cannot allow this to happen, and I won't.’ He was determined to not only resist changing further but also to get Dan un-possessed, and he wanted this nightmare to end. There was a cracking sound as his height shot up to 5’11 and then 6’0.

“Dan don't do it, don’t do it, don’t let it end in this way.”

“Oh but i’m not done yet.”

‘If it goes the way I think that it is going to go, forget it.’

He moaned, begging for it all to be a dream as he slow grew in height to 6’1, he was now as a tall as Dan himself. ‘Oh yes, you are coming so well, you’ll be a full Were-Aykroyd in no time and then we can conquer the night together.’ ‘I refuse to join you, you're not the Dan I love, you are evil and manipulative. You cannot control me, this isn’t what you’re supposed to do.’ ‘Oh but I can…you know how that song goes, you can try to resist, you can try to hide from my kiss, but you know that you can’t fight the moonlight. And deep in the dark, you surrender yourself and surrender your heart.’ ‘You keep doing this to me in my dreams, right when i'm about to confess to my friends,bam…I start to change, I think I turned back to normal at that party, it was a trick like you to get me to transform. I got so close to meeting John Candy, one of my heroes but you making me into Dan ruined that, why do you ruin my chances of a dream where I don't turn aykroydian?’

‘Dan, you keep falling for my tricks, but this isn't a dream this time. You need to stop trying to resist it. You want this, Dan, you know you do. You are meant to be what you are meant to be, what you will soon become. Let go of your friends, let go of your normal life. Let go and become the were-aykroyd. Let go of everything, let go of everyone, just accept what you need to accept, what you want to accept. Give in, Dan, it's your destiny, you know it is meant to happen.’ ‘I am not Dan Aykroyd, stop calling me that. You are controlling me and this isn’t nice.’ ‘But what I am doing for you IS nice.’ ‘You tricked me into thinking I was free of you. Only to reveal you wanted me to change, you got me addicted on those games that change others into your species.’

‘And I would do it all over again. This is your destiny, Dan. And you know that it is truly what you want. Inside of you, you feel us merging, Dan. You feel it. You know you have to. The transformation is almost complete. You are almost there, you may resist, you may fight, but we are becoming one, you and I. I am becoming a part of you. And soon, you will be a part of me. You cannot escape it, so why should you try? Just give up, just give up and become what you truly are, Dan.’ Nathan broke down in tears, he hated seeing Dan being like this, being this controlling evil being who only wanted to corrupt him and change him into a Were-Aykroyd, which wasn’t the Were-Aykroyd way at all.

“I don't think I should embrace it.”

‘But you should, Dan. It is your destiny. And it is my true desire, Dan, it is what I wish for you. Think about that, Dan. Don't you want to give in to me? Can't you feel us merging, Dan, we are becoming one in a way we never have before. We are so so close, you cannot resist forever, Dan. One day, we will become one, and then both you and me will become what we truly are meant to be..’ ‘Not like this, you are doing this for the purpose of corrupting me and this isn’t like you.’

Nathan groaned as he tried to suppress the changes, attempting to ignore Dan’s words, he attempted to use his shapeshifting powers to morph back to normal but his DNA was reacting in a way that didn’t sound good. ‘Don't fight, Dan, don't try and push back. Accept what is happening. You cannot fight this, you cannot resist what is happening to you, you cannot escape your destiny. Your DNA is being altered, you cannot stop it, stop trying, stop thinking, stop wanting to resist. Accept. Accept everything that is happening to you, Dan. Accept your destiny. We will become one.’ ‘My DNA is allergic to you that's why, it can't handle the aykroydian genes fusing with it.’

He groaned again as his back and shoulders broadened with a crunch and his neckline altered, Aykroydian DNA entering his system. ‘Dan, there is no allergy, this is just another way of you trying to fight back, to stop the transformation I have over you. Don't fight it, you know you want this. Don't fight back, Dan. Don't do anything. You are just a passenger. We are merging, you and me. And I am becoming a part of you. Just accept it, relax. You will be a part of me, and you know you want this to happen.’ ‘I will never be your were-aykroyd because we all know as a more experienced one i'd be the leader.’

‘There you go, Dan, feel it, feel it merge with you, join you. Feel yourself becoming the were-Aykroydian, feel yourself becoming what you were meant to become. And feel us merge, we shall become one, Dan. We shall become more. You know it is your destiny, you cannot escape.’ ‘I still have half vampire traits and I am not afraid to drain you if you’re not careful. I can still do this to you.’

At this point Nathan was definitely pissed off as he snarled and hissed, his canines extending to resemble fangs as his eyes gave off a supernatural glow, his face contorting into a vampire ‘game face’ resembling a Buffyverse vampire. ‘Dan, don't you dare try and vampire me! This is your destiny, Dan! You are a were-aykroydian! This is your true form! You're a vampire-were-aykroydian, Dan! You know I am right! Accept it, accept who you are really meant to be, you can't go back now! You cannot resist this!’ ‘I am not afraid to drain you, you may be a were-aykroyd but I can still drain you and make YOU mine. Remember i'm the one with the power in this relationship.’

He lunged at Dan and sank his teeth into his neck, biting him in a style akin to a classic vampire, causing Dan to yelp in pain. ‘No, no! Please, please do not turn me into your slave. I beg of you, do not turn me into your slave!’ ‘I am not going to make you my slave, but 'You should have thought of that before you did this on me.’ He morphed back to his current appearance to check his appearance.

Nathan gasped as his hair began to darken and lengthen…’Oh no, it’s not stopping.’ ‘Yes, Dan, we are merging. We are becoming one. You cannot stop it, Dan. You cannot resist it, Dan. The transformation is almost complete, Dan. You can feel it, you know it. We are becoming one, Dan. We will be one. There is no you, Dan, there is only us.’ ‘But remember I did what I had to do to teach you a lesson. You were doing this to me.’

‘Yes, Dan, true, you did, and I learned my lesson. And I am sorry, Dan. I am truly sorry for what I made you go through. But I must be in truth, I still believe it was your true destiny to become a were-Aykroydian. You must admit that, in some ways, this is correct. Your transformation is almost complete, Dan, we are becoming one. Just a few more changes, and you will be my were-Aykroydian. So very close, you and I.’ ‘You keep saying that but we are not, and my name is Nathan, Nathan Forester, not Dan Aykroyd.’

“I refuse to believe you. This isn’t how you normally act.”

He backed away, refusing to believe what Dan was saying, because he was afraid of him and he was afraid of what Dan had become and what he’d become. ‘Dan, do not back away, we are becoming one. It is your destiny, Dan. You have to accept it. Soon I will be in you and you will be in me. You will be my were-Aykroydian. Just let me in, Dan.’ ‘I am not Dan Aykroyd, stop it, stop calling me Dan.’

Nathan groaned as he felt a pulsating sensation in his forehead which was growing and become larger, his eyebrows thickened and arched in the process. ‘Dan, yes, this is what has to happen. This transformation has to happen, and together we will finally become one. I will be in you, and you will be in me. Do not resist, Dan, you know what will happen as these changes continue. It will just result in greater discomfort, Dan, just think about that. Accept this, and we will be one. We will be complete.’ ‘I mustn’t think of this, think of anything else besides this.’

He groaned as he tried to think of anything but the morph but he couldn’t, the pain was too much for him to handle, he wished for this to be over. ‘Dan, you can try all you want, but it won't work. This transformation is still happening, whether you want it to or not. You can do one of two things, Dan. You can accept it, you can give yourself completely to me, you can become my mind, my body, my soul, you can live within me. Or you can fight and try and resist, you will make this transformation even more painful than it already is, but it will still happen. The choice is yours, Dan.’

Nathan didn’t want this to happen, he hated for this to happen, becoming a full Were-Aykroyd in this manner was horrifying. ‘Transformations of this sort aren’t supposed to happen to me, yeah…they are normal if you’re Collin from Changed, but i’m not Collin, I am Nathan and I am not Dan Aykroyd.’ ‘Oh but you are, my lovely Aykroydian.’ He closed his eyes and groaned, hoping that when he opened them the whole nightmare would be over, he opened his eyes, they both widened with one remaining brown and the other turning green giving him hazel heterochromiac eyes.

‘Dan, i’ve got your eyes now.’ ‘Yes! Yes, this is what it must be, Dan. Dan, your transformation is almost complete, and you will become what you were always meant to be. Let the transformation happen. Let yourself merge with me, and you and I will become one person, one soul. Dan, your eyes are beginning to change, let it happen. Let me into your soul, and I will stay there. This is what it must be.’

“I'll only let you in if you promise not to go after anyone I love.”

‘Dan, I can promise you that if you let me in and we become one, I will no longer be able to make you do anything. I cannot force you to become what I want you to be. So yes, I will promise I will not go after those you love if you just let me in, Dan. Let me into your soul and we shall be one.’ Nathan knew that the possessed Were-Aykroyd was lying to him, he wasn’t really promising this, he knew this was one of his tricks to get him to let his guard down.

‘I mustn't think of that scene, that scene where Dan Aykroyd gets his body massaged, I mustn't think of it but I am. I begin to slip into another trance.’ He panted as he tried to resist thinking of the scene in Diamonds (1999) where the grandfather, father and son go into a brothel and where the father played by Dan Aykroyd had his body massaged, but he couldn’t not think about it, that scene…Dan’s hairy chest, and soft squishy body, made him jealous.

His mind started to drift, making him think this was what he wanted, to be a were-aykroyd who likes getting pampered and being massaged, filling him with strange Aykroydian thoughts that he tried to suppress. ‘But his hairy stomach and chest, I love that scene so much, sometimes I get jealous of Dan Aykroyd so much, makes me keep wishing I was him.’ ‘Yes, Dan, now you are starting to understand. I can feel you letting me in, you are beginning to accept me, you begin to accept who we truly are meant to be, to become.’

Nathan snapped out of the trance and retorted…’No, just because Dan Aykroyd has aged to become so good looking and oddly thicc and adorable doesn't mean I can submit to the change and whatever the were-aykroyd is making me think.’ ‘Dan, I am here, in your mind, in your thoughts, and I know your desires are changing, just like I know my thoughts are being changed. You are becoming me, and we have become one, one mind. Dan, there is no escape from this, we both know it. In some ways, what is happening and who we are becoming, is your destiny. Just think about it, Dan. Just let me in, just let it happen. Accept who you are, and let us be the were-Aykroydian that we were meant to be.’

‘I will never be one with you, I never will. Just because you know I watch a lot of his movies doesn't mean I wanted to be him in any of them.’ ‘Dan, you cannot change this, you know that, just as I do. Just as I know that this is what must happen, you know it as well, deep down inside, you know that I am right. This is your destiny. You must become what I am destined to become, it is the fate we share, Dan. You and I are the same, in a way we both always knew we were. All you need to do, is just give in, and accept what is happening. It will be so much better, Dan. It will be so much better this way.’

“I can resist, suppressing the Aykroydian instincts and urges is the best i can do.”

‘Dan, this will only make things worse, so much worse. It will hurt so much more, Dan. Dan, give in, give in to your urge to let go, to give up, to surrender. Surrender to this were-Aykroydian transformation, surrender to me, to us, and we will become the were-Aykroydian destiny calls us to be. I am already in you, Dan. I know everything you feel and think. Your urges, even the deep down ones… they belong to both of us now. Surrender, Dan.’ Nathan attempted to keep his Aykroydian urges at bay, groaning as his nose began to itch.

‘No I must suppress it, I don’t want to surrender.’ He groaned as he felt like he was going to sneeze as his nose broadened, developing down a cleft in the middle. ‘Dan, it must be so difficult, struggling to resist. But you know you can't keep resisting, you know you must let it happen, you know it's what you want. You want to become the were-Aykroydian, you want to be what you were meant to be. Let go, Dan.’ The were-aykroyd teased as he took control of Nathan’s nose. ‘Aaaaah! My nose…i've got your Aykroydian nose, your aykroydian hair, your big plump Aykroydian butt, your Aykroyd skin…i'm some kind of weird Aykroydian mess.’ ‘Yes, Dan, yes! All of those changes are a part of you, you cannot rid yourself of them anymore. You have become what I have become. We are were-Aykroyds, and we share all of these changes we are going through. And you know you wanted these all along. You wanted this big body, the big Aykroydian butt, you know you have always desired it, you cannot deny me, Dan. You cannot deny your destiny.

Nathan groaned as his lips plumped up. ’ ‘Yes, Dan! Yes, our lips, our kissable lips will be so much better than before, so much more kissable. Our face, these features, how we transform, they are all meant to be. You cannot escape what is happening, Dan. Our body, this was meant to be, you always wanted it. Accept it, don't resist, just accept this beauty that you cannot escape. Let it happen, Dan. His features slowly began to warp and contort, shifting to become a bit more Aykroydian. ‘No, noo…nooo…I cannot be.’ ‘Yes, Dan! Yes, you are becoming beautiful, becoming the man you always wanted to be! Accept the changes, accept the transformation, you cannot stop it, Dan, you cannot return to what you were. You are becoming more beautiful, more perfect. You are becoming one of the greatest men the world has seen. The were-aykroydian that you have always wanted to be. Yes, Dan, yes! What a beautiful man we are becoming.’

He groaned as his features plumped up and warped even further, resembling Dan Aykroyd’s own features. ‘But i'm not beautiful, look at me, i'm a freak.’ ‘You are beautiful, Dan, you are absolutely beautiful. It's the best thing that has ever happened to you. The way you are changing into the were-aykroydian, it's perfect, it's what you've always wanted. Look in the mirror, Dan, look at what you're becoming. All your dreams and fantasies are coming true, Dan. Look at what is happening to you, you are becoming the man you always wanted to be. You are truly beautiful, Dan. Accept it, do not be afraid.’

“I just have your appearance, I am not exactly like you.”

‘"No, Dan, no, you are not like me and I am not like you. You are the were-Aykroydian, you are you, but your true body, your physical beauty, it is becoming perfect. We have become something that is perfect. I can feel my changes, I can feel them, and you can feel yours, Dan.’ ‘No, this isn’t right, please fight this Dan, you are not this, you are a loving were-aykroyd.’ ‘You feel how much more perfect you are becoming, don't you, Dan? Don't you agree?’

‘My true body isn't this, that's for sure.’ Nathan retorted, his throat started to feel tight and dry as his voice slowly deepened, shifting and warping. ‘Yes, Dan, you feel it in your voice. That dryness, that hoarseness, that's the transformation doing this to you. But do not resist, Dan, we were meant to experience this, to feel this, this change, our transformation. Accept it. Accept that we are becoming who we were always meant to be.’

“I want you out of me before you take over completely.”

‘"Dan, you know we cannot be separated, you know I will always be a part of you. The transformation has already occurred, the transformation is almost complete. Dan, embrace this, accept the way you are becoming. You will become the perfect man, become the were-Aykroydian you have always wanted to be. Accept it, Dan. Embrace what is happening. I will always be a part of you, Dan.’ The possessed Were-Aykroyd’s words sounded more and more horrifying with each line that was uttered, making Nathan freak out even more, he attempted to think of the reversion spell that he did last time he got stuck in were-aykroyd form. ‘Dan, you will not remember the reversal spell, you cannot remember the reversal spell. Don't you want to become the amazing were-Aykroyd you have always wanted? Don't you feel this transformation is right, it is perfect, it is what needs to be? Dan, embrace it, let me in, let us be one person and one body.’

“You’re messing with my mind, you're not supposed to do that.”

‘Dan, that is part of what is happening to us. A transformation like this is no easy feat, to transform from man to Were-Aykroyd. Dan, I am doing this for us, we are so close, just a few more changes and we will be complete. You know you want this, Dan, you know you do. You wanted this transformation from the start. Accept it, Dan, don't resist this.’ ‘I can if I want to.’ Nathan picked up his phone and frantically sent a help me message to his friends.

‘Dan, no, do not do that. You know your friends cannot do anything to save you, Dan, do not even try. It is too late for you, Dan, it is already complete. Send the message, Dan, but it is no use, they cannot save you from this transformation, from me. They cannot save you from this destiny. You know this is what was meant to be, Dan.’ ‘They can, they'll know that i'm not doomed to be a were-aykroyd forever, they'll turn me back to normal and they'll help me feel better.’

“Now now Dan, don’t try to act like you can win this battle.”

‘Stop calling me that, I keep telling you not to tell call me that I am not Dan Aykroyd, my friends will help me.’ ‘Dan, you know they can't, your transformation is complete, it is a part of you now. There is no returning back to the way you were, and you know it. You have already begun to embrace it, to feel it, and you like it. Don't deny what is happening, don't deny the transformation, Dan. You don't want to deny it, you know it is right, the only right fate.’

Nathan groaned as his voice warped and deepened, becoming Dan Aykroyd’s voice and developing the signature mannerisms. The torture he was in was unbearable, he would have done anything to wake up in his own bed as his normal self, he would have done anything for that, but it seemed like it was getting hard to even think of what it was like before. ‘My name isn't Dan, Daniel Edward Aykroyd is Canadian, he was born in Ottawa, I was born here in Oakendale, USA. I'm a human being, a male at around 5'7 and I am a monsterologist, I'm supposed to study you, not turn into you.’ ‘Dan, your memories are confused, we are now one, we are Daniel Edward Aykroyd, we always were. We are becoming the perfect physical specimen. You must embrace it, you must accept it. But we need no explanation of the transformation, we know it is right. We will become the were-Aykroyd, and we will become all of Dan Aykroyd. Look into the mirror, and you will see who we truly are.’ ‘No no….I cannot be a full Were-Aykroyd, that is not how Were-Aykroydism works, most of my victims keep their minds.’

‘Yes, Dan, now that is the spirit! You speak as a were-Aykroyd, we are becoming something greater, we are becoming what we were always meant to be. Look at us, we are the perfect man, the perfect man for everyone, the perfect man for a were-Aykroydian. Dan, let go of what you must, of your past, of everything you once were. Accept what you must become, for the man you always wanted to be is who you are becoming right now.’ ‘But why can't I just keep mine? Can you even hear me? I told you my name is Dr Nathan Forester, not Daniel Edward Aykroyd.’ ‘Dan, we hear you, we know who you are. But you must understand, you must know, that you must accept this fate. We cannot go back, you know that. Your transformation is complete, and you are becoming Daniel Edward Aykroyd. You are accepting it, you don't fight it anymore. You will be him, Dan, you already are him. Do not speak such treason, Dan. Do not resist, do not deny. Daniel Edward Aykroyd is who you are, just as he is who we are. Accept it, Dan.’

“I’m a monsterologist, i’m supposed to study you, not turn into you.”

‘es, that's what you were, Daniel, you were. But that is no longer the case. Your destiny is no longer as a monsterologist. Your destiny is as Daniel Edward Aykroyd, the world-renowned actor, and now you are beginning to finally accept the fate you were meant to have. And all the powers you gain, all the fame, all the glory, that too is destined for you, Daniel Edward Aykroyd. Do not deny your destiny, Dan. Embrace it.’ ‘I refuse to, I am not Dan Aykroyd, I will never be him.’ ‘Oh but you must.’

“As far as I know, this is over, nothing left of me for you to take.”

‘That is your mistake, Daniel Edward Aykroyd. There is much more for me to take, more to add to your transformation. Dan, look in the mirror, look at what you have become. Do you see how much more perfect you are? Do you see how good it feels? I do, Dan, I know that it feels oh so good for you to have become me, to have embraced this transformation. Your transformation is not complete, there is still so much more change to come.’

“I have your appearance and voice….what more do you want?”

‘Your body is not yet perfect, Dan… your hair, your skin, your body, they are all still changing. They are becoming as perfect as I am, because I am the master of this transformation. I will help you, this transformation has made you who you must be, who you always wanted to be. But do you know what the most important change is, Dan? It is your mind. Your mind is finally accepting of what you are becoming, of what you are destined to become.’ ‘No, not mental changes….I cannot do a full mind change.’ ‘Dan, you must, it is a part of your transformation. You are meant to become me, not just in body, but in mind, your thoughts must be mine, our thoughts must become one. You must feel what I feel. You have accepted this, Dan, you cannot deny this, you are meant to become me, your mind, your body, your soul, you want this, you want to become who you were destined to be, Dan.’

“I am against it, I am against it because it's wrong.”

‘Dan, you must accept it. You know it is right, you know I am who you truly are. You know how good this feels for you, how good it feels to be me. You cannot deny it, Dan, your mind is finally beginning to accept, beginning to become mine. My thoughts are yours, your thoughts are mine, we are becoming a singular were-Aykroydian, one mind, one body, together forever.’ ‘My ID and every online profile says I am Nathan and I am not Dan. You don't see Dan's name on any of my profiles, do you? No, you don't. You cannot take my mind.’ ‘Your profiles, your ID, your past, all of what is not Daniel Edward Aykroyd, you must put all that away. Accept the change, embrace it, as you have finally begun to do. You no longer need your old identity. We are a single were-Aykroydian now, we have become one, and we are not going to be apart ever again.’

At this point Nathan had enough, he screamed and began to hit himself a few times, ‘Wake up Nathan, you're dreaming, you're not a were-aykroyd, you're not like this, oh please wake up. Please.’ ‘No, you are not dreaming, you are not waking up, you are accepting your transformation. There is no going back now, not for either of us. We are one were-Aykroydian. That is our fate, that is who we are now. Wake up to your destiny! Embrace your transformation with me, wake up Daniel Edward Aykroyd. You will never leave, Daniel Edward Aykroyd, not as long as I am here.’

“But i’m not Dan Aykroyd I never will be.”

Thinking quickly Nathan decided to knock himself out before Dan could fully take over his mind, he was hoping this would do the trick. He got up afterwards, his head feeling a little bit fuzzy. ‘What's going on?' ‘Nothing is going on, Daniel Edward Aykroyd. Nothing is happening except you are finally awakening your true self, awakening Daniel Edward Aykroyd. Let go of your previous memories, they are useless to us. That Nathan Forester no longer exists anymore, he is gone, you, Daniel Edward Aykroyd, are here to replace him.’

“I still have them, right?' I just remember getting a head-ache.”

‘You still have a small part of them, yes. But the transformation is complete for you. You are Daniel Edward Aykroyd now, fully. Your memories of Nathan Forester, even if they still exist, are now useless to you.’ Nathan held his head, he felt confused, he was still Nathan..at least he thought he was, but his mind felt fuzzy, his thoughts seemed to be shifting, becoming like Dan’s, fragment by fragment, and taking over. ‘I only remember the transformation and how it happened.’ ‘You don't need to remember. It has happened, but it doesn't matter now. All that matters is that you are Daniel Edward Aykroyd. Just focus on that and do not fight it anymore, let go of Nathan Forester.’

Nathan groaned as he held his head, a surge of headaches coming in. ‘Dan! You’re giving me such a headache! I felt like i’m Rita Repulsa!’ ‘Yes, the headaches. They are a welcome indication of you finally becoming me, becoming Daniel Edward Aykroyd. Let it happen, fight no more.’ ‘DAN! This is all your fault, if only you stay put during the day and didn’t let that demon possess you. You are giving me a headache!’ ‘Do not resist, Daniel Edward Aykroyd. Do not fight what is right, who you are destined to be. Let go, you cannot fight against your were-Aykroydian destiny. You are becoming perfect, let your transformation complete, don't fight it anymore.’ ‘I am not Dan Aykroyd, my name is Nathan Forester, all of my IDs still show this, my friends will see this, my family will see it. You are in so much trouble, you are giving me such a headache.’

‘Your previous name is no longer relevant. Who you are now is what matters, and it is Daniel Edward Aykroyd. Your friends, your family, they will see you as Dan, as who you truly are now. You will be Dan Aykroyd to them, you can never go back to Nathan Forester. My transformation is complete, you are Daniel Edward Aykroyd forever, the perfect were-Aykroydian, the greatest transformation in human history.’ ‘No, that is not true, I can go back to normal and I can stop you before I go full Were-Aykroyd.’

He attempted to try and find a cure for his condition, only for Dan to laugh maniacally and taunt him. ‘Trying to find a cure, eh? No cure will save you from what I can do to you.’ ‘Just end this torture now, don’t take my mind.’ ‘Now Dan, don’t struggle, you and I both know you want this.’

Nathan groaned as he tried his best to resist, holding his head in anguish as some of Dan Aykroyd’s memories started to get into his mind. ‘I am Dan Aykroyd, I am married to Donna Dixon, I was on SNL during the Seventies. That cannot be right, I don't remember any of this. I don't remember being part of second city, being an SNL cast member during the 70's, I don't remember being married to Donna Dixon at all. Dan, you’re implanting Dan Aykroyd’s memories into my head.’

‘You will very soon. Accept it, embrace it. You have become what you were always destined to be, Daniel Edward Aykroyd. You do not remember it now, but your transformation is nearly complete. Once your mind is fully mine, you will remember who you are, you will remember who you once were, Dan Aykroyd, you will become me. Accept it, this transformation is good for you, it must happen. You want it to happen, you must accept it, you want to forget being Nathan, you will always be Dan Aykroyd.’

It was at this point Nathan was breaking down, crying and screaming, trying to keep himself from losing his mind completely, trying not to think he was Dan Aykroyd, but he just couldn’t, as he groaned and begged for it to end. ‘That cannot be right. I have to fix this.’ ‘You cannot. You will not. Your transformation cannot be reversed. There is no returning to who you once were, Nathan Forester is gone, your life and memories as you once were are gone. There is only one way, and that is to complete your transformation, to embrace it, to become the were-Aykroydian you were ALWAYS meant to be Dan Aykroyd.’

‘I would rather not. Please tell me this is just some sick twilight zone twist and i'm going to be perfectly fine.’ ‘No, this is not a sick twist, no, it is not something you simply wake up from, no, this is reality, this is your new life, your new existence. You are Daniel Edward Aykroyd, you were ALWAYS meant to be Daniel Edward Aykroyd. There is no stopping your transformation now, no going back, no undoing it. You are destined to become one with me, we will become one were-Aykroydian.’ Upon seeing himself in the mirror, Nathan shattered it in a fit of rage and attempted to hide away. ‘No! Do not hide, do not resist! You are meant to accept this, to become this! You cannot stop it now, you are meant to be Daniel Edward Aykroyd, you are meant to be a were-Aykroydian! Stop resisting, you cannot hide forever! Accept it, look in the mirror, you are Daniel Edward Aykroyd!’

“But you made me into this horrible creature, I like Dan but I don't want to be him fully.”

‘You cannot resist it! You are Daniel Edward Aykroyd! You know the truth, you cannot deny it! You enjoy this, you enjoy the power that being Daniel Edward Aykroyd provides you, the transformation makes you stronger than you could ever imagine. Look at yourself, you enjoy this, you love it, the transformation is perfect, it is glorious!’ ‘Yes…yes…I am Dan Aykroyd, I was born in 1952, i'm Canadian, no wait…that's not right. Let go of my mind.’ Nathan freaked out, he wanted desperately to hold onto his memories of being himself.

‘Yes, yes, see? This is who you have become, it is your destiny. Don't fight it, let it happen. You like this transformation, you want to be Dan Aykroyd, you are meant to be him now. Embrace the transformation fully.’ ‘I used to be normal, but i'm not normal anymore, you turned me into a Were-aykroyd, this wasn't how I wanted my curse to be like that. Nooooo, noooo, nooo…’ ‘No turning back, you are Dan Aykroyd, you have to accept it. Why fight me, why fight what is right for you? Let go of those old memories, they are no longer a part of what you are meant to be. Embrace the change, you are Daniel Edward Aykroyd, you must, you will, you are Dan Aykroyd now.’

He cried out in anguish as his normal self’s personality started being overshadowed by that of the ‘Were-Aykroyd’…’Nooo, please, this hurts so much. Please stop this, turn me back to normal.’ His cries only served to weaken him, and he begged and he pleaded. ‘As far as I know you and I are through this has to end.’ ‘Do not resist your destiny, you must embrace this change, you must become a perfect were-Aykroydian. I am your destiny, I am what you always wanted to be. You are meant for this, accept this already, let go of Nathan Forester, and let Dan Aykroyd take over. Let him in, let us in.’

“But you don't even know what the words were, how can you hypnotize me without saying them.”

Nathan attempted to resist a couple of times before going into a trance-like state. ‘Yes, yes…I must be a good were-aykroyd, I must be like this…no, no, he didn't even say the words, i'm not supposed to be enticed into this unless he says the words. What is going on, I cannot think of anything I have done as a human.’ ‘That’s because you don’t, your mind is warping to catch up to the rest of you, and soon you will only think you are Dan Aykroyd.’ ‘But you're not supposed to entrance me like this, you do know that it's not how this works. End this now, or I will have to end it myself’. ‘Maybe I did say them. Maybe I didn't. But that doesn't matter anymore, because Dan Aykroyd is who you ARE. You ARE Dan Aykroyd, there is no more Nathan Forester, stop clinging to that man, he is not you, has me and my transformation shown you anything other than that? Stop resisting, embrace your future. Your transformation is meant to be complete.’

“Not anymore it isn’t, sorry, but i’m out of here.”

‘Oh no you’re not…or should I say, Dan?’ ‘I am not Dan Aykroyd, I never will be, stop doing this to me, you have tortured me enough, I want to wake up from this nightmare.’ ‘Oh yes, you are, you will always be Dan Aykroyd, and you will be mine forever.’ ‘You cannot completely overwrite my memory, I may partially think I am him but not completely, you cannot do that.’ ‘Nathan Forester no longer exists, no longer matters, forget him, forget him and what you used to be, Dan Aykroyd is who you have become, it is who you are meant to be, my Were-Aykroyd.’

‘Y-Yes..I am Dan Aykroyd, no wait, i’m not…i’m Nathan Forester.’ ‘Oh but you are Dan Aykroyd, you always will be, every night, you will become like this, and you will help me, make more Were-Aykroyds like us, spread your perfect Aykroydism to your victims, make them Aykroydian too.

‘"No no…nooonooooooooo!'

Nathan dreaded that this moment would come as he struggled to keep his normal memories of his normal life and his friends, only for Dan Aykroyd’s memories to seep in even further, all of Dan’s memories overtook Nathan’s own and a tiny bit of Nathan stayed on to try and keep them away, but those Aykroydian thoughts and urges entered his mind, making him think that he was Dan. ‘Yes, i’m Dan Aykroyd, I was born in 1952 and I am Canadian, no wait..i’m not, i’m not Canadian, i’m not Dan Aykroyd, I wasn’t born in 1952.’ ‘Oh but you are, you are Dan Aykroyd, you were born in 1952 and you ARE Canadian.’

He tried to ignore those words but they wormed into his mind and he begged for it to end, only for Nathan’s memories to be fully evacuated and replaced with Dan Aykroyd’s own, as his transformation completed. ‘Yes, I understand…I am Dan Aykroyd, i’m a Were-Aykroyd, I live to serve you, I live to transform people into Aykroyds and make them perfect like us.’ ‘Excellent, see…I knew you’d give in eventually.’

The now corrupted Nathan or rather ‘Dan Aykroyd’ was under Dan the possessed Were-Aykroyd’s control, and there was nothing he could do about it because Nathan was no more, only the new Dan Aykroyd, the perfect Were-Aykroyd. It was then a few seconds later Nathan awoke with a loud scream. ‘What’s wrong Nate, buddy?’ Elwood Blues asked him.

‘I had a horrible nightmare in which Dan got possessed by a demon and turned evil and then he made me go full Were-Aykroyd and I lost my mind to him, I wasn’t even myself, my body, my voice, my mind, were all Dan Aykroyd, I was his to command, he corrupted me, he brainwashed me, that wasn’t nice at all.’ Nathan sobbed.

Clifford Skridlow and Ellis Fielding both cuddled him to help him feel better. ‘There there, it’s okay.’ ‘Yeah…it was just a dream, we know Dan would never harm you, or us.’ ‘But who would give me such a horrifying nightmare.’ ‘I think I know who.’

Grocer and Austin Milbarge from Spies Like Us were listening in to a conversation nearby, Vic Frohmeyer and Wade Motch along with undead Elwood were laughing. ‘Our plan worked perfectly.’ ‘Yes, our wicked nightmare spell to traumatize Nathan by giving him a nightmare about his own Were-Aykroyd alter-ego was successful.’ ‘Yes, and having the corrupted Dan fully corrupt him into becoming a full Were-Aykroyd with no way of turning him back was ingenious.’

“Ah ha, those guys did it.”

“I should have known.”

‘Yes, that plan to corrupt Nathan’s mind by corrupting his alter-ego and brainwashing them was very successful.’ ‘Yep, we successfully brainwashed/corrupted Dan and got him to do the same to Nathan too.’ ‘YOU GUYS DID WHAT?’ Mike Webber snapped. ‘Oh shoot, the Aykroydantiums.’

All of Nathan’s Aykroyd character brothers jumped over to teach them a lesson, all of them looked suitably angry. ‘Oooooooooh, ooooh, oooooooh, ohhh.’ ‘You’;ve really done it this time, you sickos.’ ‘Yes, how dare you try to corrupt Nathan in his dreams and brainwash him into forgetting who he is, you know how much he hates mind changes.’ ‘That is it, you lot are in trouble.’

Nathan manifested next to Vic Frohmeyer…’Did you do this to me Frohmeyer?’ ‘Yes..’ ‘That is it, you are grounded until Merry Christmas is once again acceptable to say around the holiday season, not only that but your punishment is to celebrate the holidays with a family that has religious beliefs that are different than yours, and you will eat lumpy potatoes for every meal.’ Elwood Blues decided to have a turn at it. ‘Zombie me, for being apart of this plan, you are grounded until a third Blues Brothers movie is released, and you will be forced to stay in the same prison I stayed at while waiting for my late brother Jake in Blues Brothers 2000, and you will eat lumpy potatoes for every meal as well.’

‘Bob, for also helping with this evil plan, you are grounded until John Landis eventually makes another movie and teaches his son Max to behave properly, while you are grounded you will be made to help clean the apartment, and you too will eat lumpy potatoes for every meal.’ Bob started to cry as he heard this.’Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!’, ‘Oh and don’t you make that motorcar crying sound or i’ll have Mel use magic to make you into one and sell you to Ray Zalinski.’

‘Pa Tex, you are grounded until it becomes illegal for everything in Texas to be giant-sized, until then you will have to watch every single bad AGT/BGT audition that Simon Cowell didn’t like and you will eat lumpy potatoes for every meal.’ ‘And finally, Wade Motch, you are grounded until Donald Trump runs for office again and doesn’t make an idiot out of himself, while you are grounded, you will be made to work for fellow Aykroyd character and president William Hainey and you will eat lumpy potatoes, just like the others.’

The Aykroydastians all broke down in tears as they ran away, and Nathan and his Aykroydian brothers all got back into the apartment and relaxed. ‘Thank you guys.’ ‘No problem, Nathan. Are you feeling better?’ ‘Yes, I am.’ ‘’I just the thing to help get your mind off that nightmare. How about we watch your favorite Dan Aykroyd movie?’ ‘Yes, that sounds like fun and a good way to clear my mind off of that nightmare.’ ‘I have the bluray of Nothing But Trouble, we can all watch it. I know it is your favorite Aykroyd movie, Nate.’

“You are correct, it is my favorite, it is so surreal and funny.”

“It’s settled then, we’ll watch that movie.”

‘And i��ll make the popcorn. Bing bing bing bang popcorn!’ ‘Oh, Grocer!’ They laughed and smiled as they sat down and watched Nothing But Trouble, and enjoyed the movie, watching the movie helped Nathan get over his nightmares that he had, and they all had a lovely time.

And so once again…the day and night are saved, thanks to the Aykroydantiums

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 -> youre the only person who knows eddie's big secret- well, you, your little brother dustin, and all of his friends.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 7.6k

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> eddie munson x henderson!reader, gender neutral!reader

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 -> werewolf au, starts angsty, gets fluffy, gets kinda smutty, gets angsty again, and the cycle repeats bc im unstoppable, lots of cursing, ex boyfriend!steve, secret relationship trope, weapons, lots of blood mentions, little bit of violence (?), unexplicit depictions of sex (id rate it like 17+), eddie being a little shit, henderson sibling dynamic for the win, robin and steve dicking around, let me know if i missed anything. i havent even read the full thing myself bc im scared

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 -> thank you all for being so patient with me while i pulled this out of my ass. love you guys for real <3 be sure to check out the concept board and playlist linked at the top too !! i think theyre cool and i have decent opinions

saturday

by the time you arrived, the group had already debriefed, and they looked at you with the same mixture of concern and confusion that ted and karen did when you knocked on their door.

the stairs creaked with every careful step you took. it was difficult to make a subtle entrance when you were possibly several hours late to a meeting that was, evidently, very urgent. the fear that pulsed through your body when your mother relayed a message to you from your brother, one that was A) not particularly kind and B) possibly dooming.

"you look like shit," dustin noted when he saw the smudges of dirt on your jeans, paired with the dried blood on your hands and the bits of twigs in your hair, "and way to be on time. does 'code red' mean nothing to you?"

"i dont carry a walkie with me everywhere, dustin," you narrowed your eyes at him, an action to which he responded with a middle finger, "i actually have a life."

"is that why you look like you slept in a cave?" dustin smiled proudly at his taunt, but he made a fair point. suddenly, you became extra aware of just how disheveled your hair was, and you tried to dust some of the mud from your pants.

if it were just dustin, youd have left him thinking that, yeah, you did sleep in a cave, but everyone was there: lucas, max, nancy, robin, and even steve, whom you hadnt really spoken to all that much since things went south between the two of you. in all fairness, he didn't look too pleased to be there, either, nor did he look like he was going to put up with your bullshit. his arms were permanently crossed as he loomed in the corner, leaning on the arm of the couch and as far from you as he could get.

"im sorry that im late, guys, really, but-"

"but nothing," steve interjected, "no offense, y/n, but we have bigger problems than your midnight scavenger hunt or whatever the hell you were doing."

"i dont think thats true, but okay," you breathed a laugh before realizing that everyone was staring you down, and not in a haha-y/n-is-making-a-joke way- they were burning holes in you. your laugh got caught in your throat, "wait, bigger how?"

nancy scooted her chair at the small table over to make room for you, and, as you stepped down off the stairs, the items on the table became clearer: a bear trap, a torch, a shotgun, and a new can of farah fawcett spray.

"the demogorgon is back," max sighed, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how many times your eyes flickered from hers to the weapons on the table, "i heard it last night near my place, and mike and nancy said they heard it here, as well."

"it was loud," nancy piped up after you looked to her for confirmation, "scratching around, but it was different somehow."

"we think, maybe, one got left behind when joyce closed the gate and, i dont know, adapted to hawkins," robin lifted and dropped her palms onto the tabletop in confusion.

you were confused, too. you watched all the creatures from the upside down shrivel up and turn to dust as soon as the gate began to close, so it didnt make sense for one to somehow adapt. slowly, you began to put the pieces together, weaving flashes from the previous night together to realize what was actually going on. it frightened you to your core.

before you could open your mouth to speak, steve reached for the can of hairspray, shaking it vigorously back and forth, just how it says to in the directions printed on the back, "maybe the son of a bitch hibernated. now its hungry, and im not gonna wait around for it to eat."

talk erupted of plans to set up a trap in both locations, stakeouts, buying ammunition, getting gasoline for the fire trails- you tried to interject, but kept getting talked over.

"i say we go to max's tonight, since she heard it first," lucas added.

"guys-"

"yeah, this demogorgon is going down," dustin chimed in, handing lucas his trusty slingshot from the table, "for real this time."

"hold on, guys-"

"were gonna need bait," robin said, more like asked, cocking her head towards steve who replied with a series of small nods and a snap in her direction, "oh, yep! were gonna need a shit ton of raw meat."

"that wasnt a demogorgon," you finally croaked, loud enough to shut everyone up. it helped that you also moved from your place at the table and back to the stairs, blocking steve from his impromptu grocery run. the step gave you the height advantage over him, "that was something else, someone."

silence is hard to read. did they believe you? did they think you were messing with them? you liked to have fun, but not during a code red. that meant nothing to them. being late erased any form of reliability you had left, and everyone was too serious to give you the benefit of the doubt. especially steve.

"thats very funny, y/n," he gave you a fake smile, gentle eyes squinted and determined. you knew if you didnt move, hed move you, pick you up by your shoulders and slide right by you.

"im not joking, steve," you said, squaring , "i usually am, but not this time."

it was never easy keeping secrets, let alone secrets about secrets.

"what do you mean, 'someone?'" asked nancy, her brows furrowed, and rightfully so with all the nonsense you just spilled in front of her, in front of everyone.

"the sound you guys heard last night wasnt a demogorgon," you restated, taking a deep breath before finishing, "it was eddie."

voices in unison exclaimed, confused, "munson?"

it was important to note the way steves jaw tensed at the mere mention of his name. he had always been the jealous type, and its exactly why you broke up with him. sweet little steve turned into a major pain in your ass. maybe it was because he liked you, or maybe it was because he just hated everyone else. you liked him better as a friend anyhow.

and it was good, too, since you two had a common factor: dustin. your little brother was also one of his closest friends, in the least weird way. it was how you met steve, through dustin, but it was also how you met eddie.

steve breathed a laugh, almost a scoff, and turned his back to you, a reaction you would have never predicted. he threw his hands up in defeat, landing them on his hips, "alright."

your face contorted with confusion, "really?"

"no, y/n," steve turned back around to you, briefly startling you and, clearly, everyone else in the room. the air became a little thicker, like fog as you held your breath. he laughed again, "hell no."

"you honestly want me to believe that eddie 'the freak' munson is running around on all fours in the goddamn woods growling and shit like a demogorgon?" steve asked, nearly choking on a laugh in the middle of his sentence. his hands waved when he talked, motioning towards the window before they found themselves back on his waist.

every eye in the room was either widened as far as it could stretch or covered with a disappointed palm. they thought you were lying, your friends. you were never one to lie, ever. a fib here or there for comedic effect, maybe, but a bold faced lie was not on your list of tricks. all you could do was dig.

"more like a, uh," you gulped, "demo-dog."

"jesus christ," steve mumbled and rubbed his temples.

the room filled with sighs and similar muttered exclamations of irritation as it typically did when you suggested a theory. in all fairness, you werent always right on the money, but this was different. you didnt blame them for not believing you, though.

"y/n, im going to need you to be a little bit clearer," robin sat up straight in her chair, giving you her best comforting and patient smile, "about the dog part, i mean."

"yeah, a lot clearer," steve added, "because i dont think i like what im thinking."

you crossed your arms over your chest under all the scrutiny, "steve, i know it sounds crazy, but-"

"crazy?," steve laughed, running a hand through his hair, one of his more admirable habits, "no, crazy doesnt cut it. honestly, the image of him doing that for fun is not that outlandish, but if youre trying to tell me eddie munson is a werewolf, y/n, youre out of your mind."

it was a tense moment, then and there, with steve teetering even closer to hating your guts and everyone else terrified of possibly feeling the same. all you could do was shrug, uncrossing your arms, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants, and striping the dried mud with new moisture. you sighed,

"then i guess im out of my mind, harrington."

friday

youd never been to the hideout before. social gatherings of any kind werent really your scene unless they had to be. in fact, the smell of the hideout alone was enough to keep you away, a thick fog of sweat, booze, and smoke. it crawled under the door as you pulled it open and stepped inside.

it was small, intimate, despite the weekend drinkers that packed in like sardines. there was quite a bigger crowd than the usual five that hung around on tuesdays, or so youd been told. the soft hum of conversations floated over of the sound of microphone feedback as you wove your way closer to the front of the room.

showing up was a last minute decision. your friday nights are best spent in your bed, alone, and in something much more comfortable than the clothes you were wearing. you pinched yourself every time you picked up an item of clothing and thought about whether or not eddie would like it, as if he didnt drool over you regardless. still, you dressed to impress, and it worked.

"holy shit," eddie deadpanned as he stepped off the shallow drop from the stage onto the main floor, his hair bouncing off his sweat soaked shoulders as he trotted to you, "look who finally decided to show. you missed, like, most of the set by the way."

"wait, actually," his eyes lit up as he raised a finger into the air in faux contemplation, dismissing the thoughts just as fast as they arrived, "you know what- i dont even care. just glad youre here."

that was a bit of an exaggeration- you were only twenty minutes late. when you made it to the front, eddie was lost in his own version of reality, fingers dancing on wires. thats how you knew he didnt notice the exact time you arrived. when he played, he ditched the old picture-everyone-in-their-underwear stagefright trick and opt for something a little bit stranger, as expected. he told you about it once, and you tried to forget. but, alas, something that absurd was permanently seared into your mind.

it made it kind of difficult to support him from the front row when you knew he was picturing you as a centaur.

"i didnt want you to mentally horse-ify my bottom half," you protested. eddie gasped, clutching his chest dramatically.

"ill have you know, y/n, i dont do that anymore," he said, "ive matured. grown, as a person."

he leaned a little closer to you, his stray curls tickling your skin at such proximity, sending goosebumps down your arms. "i've moved onto minotaurs."

you smacked his arm, and he stuck his tongue out at you before rustling the top of your hair with his hand. he quickly flipped his wrists towards you, flashing you two middle fingers as he backed toward the stage again. you shot him one of your own in return.

he was truly in his element up there, no denying it. his passion was so evident in the way he moved that you could hardly pull your eyes from him, no one could. it was entirely possible you were eyeing him a little more intently than the old drunk guys next to you. maybe just a little, though.

you waited outside after the show. it rained while you were inside, so there was hardly any relief when you exited one humid space to another. the parking lot was riddled with pothole puddles and oil slick rainbows under the street lamps. the clouds were thick in the sky, so much that it almost scared you. the moon was lost, the only indicator of her a shallow ring of white seeping through the slate of grey. you busied yourself kicking rocks in the parking space next to eddies van until the moment he was within view.

as he got closer, you could see his forehead was damp with sweat, his curls sticking to the sides of his face. with his guitar case draped over his shoulder, he waved his arm in your direction despite being only a couple feet from you.

"you guys were amazing," you beamed, closing the distance between the two of you and following him the rest of the way to the van.

"you think so?" eddie smirked. he opened the sliding door of the van and placed his guitar gently in the back, clearing the empty cups, papers, and ashes on the floor to make room.

you hummed in response, "mhm."

"well," he said in harmony with the clicking of the door back into place and grabbed you by your hips, gently backing you against the side of the vehicle, "you looked amazing. look... look amazing."

you could feel the mix of rain droplets and dew that remained on the side of the van through the back of your shirt, but the heat beneath eddies fingers distracted you from the chill that managed to cling to everything in the humid, post-rain air. your arms snaked up and around the back of his neck, your fingers threading into the mess of his hair. you struggled to maintain eye contact with him for several reasons, but mainly because his lips were so inviting. plump, dark pink, and a little swollen from being tucked between his teeth all evening.

his eyes never left yours, though, even when they abandoned his face entirely to scan the activity in the parking lot. he knew what you were doing, and he sighed, shaking the hair from his view before softly clearing his throat.

"y/n," he brought a hand to your cheek, his rings soothing against your flushed skin, "you know what im going to say."

this thumb dragged gently across your cheek, ghosting your lip.

"im just checking," you said, your voice higher in defense, "can never be too careful."

"you can and you are," he mimicked your defensive tone and brought his other hand from your waist to the other side of your face, now cupping your cheeks, "just once, i want to kiss you in semi-public, preferably in daylight but im not picky, without you thinking about steve. youre going to summon him."

"i just worry," you placed your hands over eddies wrists, "about you. about him. about everything, really."

his lips turned up, ever so slightly, at your sentiment, his eyes glossed over and shining like syrup in the orange hued lights. eddie took a step closer to you, pressing your body against his, and he craned his neck, hovering his lips above yours. he let your lips brush over his, smirking when he pulled back and brought you with him, chasing them.

"i love that you care about my wellbeing, y/n," eddie muttered, his breath a phantom on your tongue with how close he was to your mouth, "but i am going to kiss you, right here, right now... and i dont even care if harrington kicks my ass."

youd never imagined that you would be making out with eddie munson, pressed up against his shitty van, let alone writhing under his touch, enjoying it. he let his hands fall from your face, one of them resting on the side of your neck and the other providing him with some leverage against the metal siding of his van.

he told you once about how you make him weak in the knees, but you didnt realize how literal he was being until you grazed his bottom lip with your teeth and felt him tremble against you.

"you," eddie breathed, pressing a heavy and needy kiss to your lips, one you thought would bruise if it had been any longer, "you drive me fucking crazy."

hastily, he placed another kiss on your lips, nearly missing them. you couldnt help but smile into it, smile at how he was kissing you like youd melt away in his hands. maybe youd evaporate and turn into a cloud, or hed kiss you so hard youd seep into the side of his van and hed have no choice but to wash it more than once a year to keep you sparkling.

"how about you," you wrapped your arms around eddies neck, pulling yourself up to his ear and whispering, "drive us to your place."

letting eddie drive you anywhere under normal circumstances was a death wish in itself since he was notorious for basically breaking all traffic laws at least once a week, sometimes for fun. youd never seen him drive so fast. never before had you felt the need to use the little handle above the window, but your knuckles were white around both the handle and eddies hand as he turned too wide around curves and crossed solid lines and whipped it into his driveway with such an abrupt stop that the screech of his tires woke the neighbors dog.

"ah, shut up," he shouted over his shoulder and across the road, pushing the door open and stepping out of the way, "after you."

you stepped through his doorway for what felt like the hundredth time. youd only grown close to eddie within the last few months, and youd been romantic with him for even less. dustin was the one to introduce you after eddie had bugged him about you one too many times. youd noticed him before that, though, sneaking glances at you when youd pick dustin up from hellfire and hiding his blush under a strand of hair hed pull across his face.

the last thing you expected eddie munson to be was shy, but he was putty in your hands.

he was nothing like everyone made him out to be, including steve who had deemed him "the freak." steve wasnt a bad guy by any means. he rebounded onto you after things went south between him and nancy, and you knew it wouldnt last. it was possible that his only flaw was his jealousy. you couldnt talk to anyone without him feeling a little insecure. thats all he did, though, was feel insecure and make you miserable for it, and you didnt want eddie to face the consequences of your actions, no matter how out of character those consequences would be for steve harrington.

eddies uncles mug collection rattled against the wooden shelf when he pulled the door to behind him, rubbing his hands together mischievously as he scooted his feet towards you. an evil smile tugged at his lips when he moved swiftly past you, ignoring your outstretched arms and continuing his scoot to the fridge.

"check this out, babe," his voice was muffled from inside the appliance, buried under the rustling of items and the clinking of glass bottles, "actually, no. close your eyes first."

it could have been anything. youd have been lying if youd said you weren't mildly terrified of what he was pulling from his fridge. your arms fell limp at your sides, fists clenched to conceal the sweat that was glistening on your palms. with your eyes squeezed shut, you could only hear the door rattle as it fell closed closed.

anytime eddie had you close your eyes to build suspense, he would check to see if you were peeking, catching glimpses through your lashes.

"how many fingers am i holding up?" eddie asked after waving an open hand over your closed eyes, the air dusting over your cheeks.

"one."

"fuck you," eddie spat, "are you cheating right now?"

you laughed at how genuinely offended he was that you guessed it right. although, it was impossible to get wrong. "its always one, eddie. literally always."

if you knew that if you had opened your eyes, you would have seen him standing, mystery object tucked under his arm with all his weight on one leg and a grand gesture on display in front of your face: his middle finger.

"yeah, okay," he sighed in defeat, "just open your eyes, cheater."

this might have been the first time youd opened your eyes and been actually surprised. usually it was a freshly rolled blunt or something you left behind that you asked him to return to you-- things you expected. this time, it was different, and a smile found itself on every corner of your face.

eddie held a glass bottle by the cap with one hand, the other gesturing beneath it like a shelf, metal clad fingers wiggling in sync with his eyebrows. his smile was tucked between his teeth.

"picked it up just for you, sweetheart," he said before ceasing all animation, deadpanning when you didnt immediately say something, "it is your favorite, right? i didnt... make that up or something?"

"no, it is," you smiled, gently taking the bottle of soda from his hands and flashing him softened eyes, "thanks."

"i couldnt finish mine," eddie confessed, rocking on his heels as you twisted the metal cap away, letting an exaggerated shiver rack his shoulders.

"didnt like it?" you wiped your lips on the back of your hand.

"shits disgusting, y/n," he held back a fake gag, "tastes like fizzy piss."

you raised your eyebrows at him, "and youd know?"

"id know."

the liquid in the bottom half of your bottle sloshed around as you followed eddie down the hallway, watching the bounce of his hair dwindle to nothing when he reached the door. everything seemed to make noise over there, the floors squeaked, the lights buzzed. it didnt help that eddie mimicked every sound he heard, a high pitched voice ringing with the creak of his bedroom door as he pushed it open.

you werent sure that he even had a lightbuld in the ceiling light. his room was always dark, always still. the blinds in his window were broken, though, so the yellow glow from the street lamps bled through.

"oh, wow, munson," you smirked at him, picking up a pair of dirty underwear from the foot of his bed, "did you clean up for me?"

he was quick to snatch it from between your pinched fingers and stuff it in his closet, kicking the pile of laundry he scrambled to hide from you before you noticed it back into the small space.

"for sure, babe," he breathed a laugh, shrugging, "yeah, i cleaned... mopped and shit."

you raised your eyebrows, glancing down at his carpeted floors, "mhm."

eddies room was usually messy, but you could hardly tell unless you took careful notice of the clothes in the floor. his walls were cluttered with posters and random paper clippings, like a collage of his personality: movie tickets, parking tickets, and every test he got an F on, which, honestly, was most of them. honorable mentions include his guitar hanging from the mirror and a paper desk calendar duct taped to the wall beside his headboard, detailing the global holidays and farmers almanac harvesting and planting times.

"could you be anymore obvious, eds?" you breathed a laugh, tracing the scribbles on the calendar with the tip of your finger.

"what," eddie said rather quickly, like you startled him. he looked up from the floor where he was still trying to force clothes into the closet.

"phases of the moon," you smirked, feeling the ridges of the sketches before whispering, "real subtle."

eddie pulled the accordian style closet doors closed as you continued behind him, standing up and turning to face you with his hands strategically placed on his hips, "should i write a reminder for your grooming appointment next week? behavioral training?"

"honestly, y/n," he motioned towards himself, from his head to his toes, "do i look like i need either of those?"

you closed the gap between the two of you, stepping over the bits of laundry he missed in his last minute cleaning frenzy, and raked your fingers through the sides of his hair, smoothing out the curls that were sticking out. you whispered, "i dont think i should answer that."

"youre mean," eddies lips were turned downward in a slight pout before his gentle expression dissolved entirely, "wipe that shit-eating grin off your face."

your eyes held onto his, "why dont you?"

you pulled that confidence directly out of your ass. shaking hands became steadied by his shoulders as his lips melted onto yours. you would have never admitted how badly you wanted eddie munson, but here you were, settled on his lap, pulling his tshirt over his head and bursting at the seams to feel his lips on your skin. you smoothed your fingers over the black lines on his chest and arms, even one you discovered on his hip. he hissed through his teeth as you pressed your lips to the ink on his forearm, up his bicep, his shoulder, and trailed up his neck. lips parted, breath growing heavier.

his fingertips dug into your thighs on either side of him, pulling you closer to him. as if it were even possible, as if your chests werent adhered with sweat. he looked so beautiful like this, a mess. his hair was plastered to his forehead and his chest heaved, shining even in the dull overhead of his room. he seemed to glow when he would sweat, something that you strived to see every time you ended up like this. it was the only benefit of his room having zero air flow.

one thing about eddie munson: he was a biter. oral fixation for days. hed bite your neck, licking stripes over the red trails his teeth left, bite your wrists to taste the bitter sting of your perfume. hed bite your lips. that was your guilty pleasure with him, going so slow when youd kiss him that hed take control. he couldnt stand it.

you decided, this time, to try it on him instead. you wrapped the hair at the base of his neck around your fingers and tilted his head back, exposing his pretty neck.

"h-holy fucking shit," eddie managed to breathe out when he felt your teeth scrape down the side of his neck. his grip on you tightened, hips bucking up for any friction he could get, "please, do that again."

you dragged your tongue up the length of his neck, placing tiny kisses along his jaw and up to his lips, where he was eager to taste you, resisting the hold you had on his hair to chase your lips. you caved; you had to. eddie moaned softly into your mouth when he felt your teeth sting at his lip, soothing the area with your tongue.

what happened next was unexpected, but not the strangest thing that could have happened. especially given what youd witnessed the past couple of years. in fact, you should have been more concerned when you felt a sharp pain in your legs, like knives were pricking your flesh. you gasped against eddies mouth and pulled back, breaking a kiss that left a trail of bright red spit from his lips to yours. blood. your blood, and it was pooling in your gums, gushing from two minor gashes in your bottom lip.

you covered your mouth with your free hand, releasing eddies hair when you glanced down at how much blood had actually been drawn. no big deal, you thought, this is fine.

and it was. until you looked down even further and saw the curved, thick nails that adorned the tips of eddies fingers, the nails that were partially sunken into your flesh. having your lips bitten off was a risk you took every time you kissed eddie, but the sight of his claws in your thighs set you off just a teensy bit.

slowly, you raised your head, breath trembling to match your shaking hands, and met his gaze where he was staring at you with unadulterated horror. his usual dark eyes were glowing a dim amber, and they were glossed over with tears.

"i...," eddies voice was soft and wavering as he gulped, "im sorry."

saturday

"no way you did the devils tango with eddie," dustin deadpanned, his hands clasped over his mouth in disgust. similar reactions plagued the table of people surrounding you, with lucas pretending to retch behind him and mike plugging his ears with his fingers. they all sat and listened contently to a certain point. apparently, you were a pacer, so you moved over every available inch of the wheelers basement while you recounted the previous nights events.

everyone was more shocked by the fact that you were hooking up with eddie munson and less shocked that he was a fucking werewolf.

"im gonna be sick," max buried her head in the bend of her arm.

"when i said to tell us everything," robins hands were scrunched in her hair while her elbows rested on the table, "i didnt mean... everything."

you shrugged, "im thorough."

"thats a word for it," steve rolled his eyes, "what happened next?"

"of course youd want to know," dustin snickered, and steve smacked the bill of his hat. steve looked to you for clarity.

"i just mean," he ran a hand through his hair, "somehow eddie ended up in the woods and y/n looks like shit."

"wow thanks," you snarled your nose at him, but he was right. youd never tell him, though, "it gets a little blurry here."

you explained it to them, and it sounded even more absurd the second time around. eddie was just as freaked out about the whole thing as you, maybe even more.

"he cleaned me up," you said, "you know, gave me bandaids and shit for my legs. ive known about it for a while, but he said that his lycanthropy had been dormant way past the time it should have activated. he just assumed it skipped him, which made sense to me. you know, like, how diseases skip a generation, but this disease has no cure and it makes you, like, a dog."

"oh yeah, y/n," max laughed, throwing her hands in the air in defeat, "total sense."

"he thinks it only got activated because he was... excited," everyone gagged, covering their faces to sheild you from their obvious disgust, "can you guys be mature, please?"

"the adrenaline," nancy chimed in over top of the younger kids snickering, "it could have triggered his fight or flight or something."

lucas leaned into the huddle of boys, "more like fight or bite," and max smacked the back of his head.

"i think its the drugs," steve rested his weight on the stair railing beside of you, "dudes always stoned. or drunk. could have altered the way his brain received the triggers or whatever."

it wasnt a bad idea, and there werent exactly scientific studies on the adverse effects of substances on lycanthropy. steve harringtons shot in the dark was the best you had to go on.

"wait, so, where is eddie right now?" dustin asked, smacking lucas's arm after he said something else. you couldnt hear it, but it was probably stupid.

youd wondered the same thing as you were trekking through the flora and fauna of hawkins in the wee hours of the night. you knew all of eddies favorite spots, but none of them were necessarily great hiding spots. you werent even sure if thats what he was doing, hiding.

"i was hoping maybe you all could help me find out."

"did you check his place?" dustin immediately followed your proposition with the most obvious solution.

"did i check his place," you restated the question, blinking at dustin dumfoundedly. he threw his hands up, mumbling sarcastic apologies as you spat, "yeah, dustin, i checked his place."

actually, you wished it had been that simple. after the... incident, you were both shaken up. it was a risk you had known about, the werewolf thing, but you knew he wouldnt hurt you on purpose. mainly because he was too gentle. youd assumed that any increase in intensity would just make him an average amount of dangerous. did that make you naive? maybe.

eddies shaking hands smoothed the final bandaid over your thigh, lining it up next to the other four. his brows were drawn close in a combination of guilt and concentration, making sure you were alright and that the bandages would stick. you were sitting on his bathroom counter, back pressed against the barren drywall where a mirror once was.

you lowered your head, tilting it to meet his eyes. eddies gaze flickered to yours and back to your lap, a deep sigh forcing itself out of his lungs and through his nose. "hey," you whispered, raking your fingers up his forearms, "we're okay."

you knew as soon as he looked up that all he could see was the two gashes on your lip, barely scabbing and glistening, and the hickies bruising at the bottom of your neck beginning to look more and more like injuries than a mark of passion. he was afraid to touch you, but you needed him to feel that you were still there.

"can you say something, eddie," you pushed the hair from his face, gently, his eyes still fixed anywhere but on you, "anything?"

"please leave."

he mumbled the words, almost like he was hoping you wouldnt hear them, that youd ask him to repeat them and he could say something else. you squeezed from between his body and the counter and gave him one final glance before doing what he asked.

of course, you forgot in the midst of your grand exit that your car was still at the hideout. thanks, munson, for the ride.

"there was a half hour period last night where i was doing the walk of shame home. not my proudest moment," you shrugged that bit off, "but i went back for him..."

"and he was gone," nancy finished your sentence for you, nodding to herself and sorting out the details.

"we have to find him," dustin added, "at least before someone else does."

steve, taking initiative, took large strides towards the table full of demogorgon repellent. "lets go, then," he announced, grabbed the shotgun, and held it up to the light before everyone shouted in confusion, layered insults and exclamations dissolving the tense air.

"what the hell, steve?"

"hang on, harrington-"

"what, are you gonna shoot him?"

youd never seen steve look so taken aback, surprisingly. he was either one step ahead or ten steps behind. he looked at you, mouth agape, "is this guy not a giant, burly, flesh eating dog right now?"

"no, steve," you dragged, "have you never seen teen wolf?"

the previous evenings rain was still lingering in damp patches on the sidewalks and in the air, thick as smog as you walked down the sidewalk in a cluster. you had all piled in karens car and went to every place you figured eddie would go, starting with the hellfire room at the high school and, consequently, some minor breaking and entering. you dragged them to the hideout, reefer ricks, and even the factory his uncle worked at.

"i didnt think he would be in there, but theres no harm in checking," you sighed into the brisk atmosphere, a cloud forming on the cusp of your lips as you shoved your hands into your pockets. you just snooped around a little bit at the factory, afraid of getting into too much trouble. how would you look for eddie if you got arrested for trespassing?

dustin placed a hand on your shoulder as everyone made their way back into the car, "is there anywhere else hed have gone? somewhere unexpected?"

you hated to admit that youd never thought to check somewhere he wouldn't typically go. why would he go somewhere youd be able to find him if he was hiding?

you hoped he was hiding, at least, and not mounted on someones wall or laying in the road like a stray cat.

"not to be that guy again, but," steve poked his head out of the passenger side window, "munson has to be the biggest virgin ive ever seen. dudes probably never even seen skull rock."

nancy smacked his arm, and he mumbled a hurried, "im just sayin'!" but he was right. you werent even sure if eddie knew how to get there, but there were no downsides to checking. steve made sure to add that, if eddie were to be a giant, burly, flesh-eating dog, skull rock would be an all-you-can-eat buffet on a friday night.

steve graduated the year prior, which made him essentially ancient on the hip spots to hang out in hawkins. no one went to skull rock anymore, especially since a group of people got busted there a few months ago, so you didnt have to worry about eddie possibly eating a horny teenager or two. you didnt tell steve, though. you couldnt break the news to him like that. robin could, though.

"no one hooks up at that stupid rock anymore, dingus," she slapped the side of his head from the backseat as nancy pulled onto the main road. they bickered the entire drive to the edge of town, and dustin, lucas, and mike snickered in the back about steves virgin comment. but you tuned them all out, watching the trees bleed into one another through the fogged window as the pop songs from the radio crackled between shards of broken static.

the sun had set by the time nancy pulled onto the shoulder of the road, nothing suspicious about that. nothing suspicious about the bag of bear traps that steve slung over his shoulder, either. "can never be too safe," he said. there was especially nothing suspicious about the trail of raw meat chunks that lucas and mike dropped behind them as the seven of you navigated your way through the woods. in front of them was nancy and max monitoring police radio interference, in front of them was steve and robin with a compass, and in front of them was you, shoulder to shoulder with your little brother.

dustin flickered his flashlight on either side of the uneven pathway as the two of you walked. it was silent aside from the crunching of leaves and twigs against the soles of your shoes, thick silence that was only broken by dustin quietly murmuring to you. he said, "steve was jealous when i started hanging out with eddie, too."

"i feel like its a little bit different for me," you breathed a laugh.

"meh," he shrugged, and the shallow beam of light moved with him, "kind of, but not really. cant help it that we hendersons are harrington magnets."

"what are you saying about me, henderson?" steve questioned from behind the two of you, kicking a rock into your path.

both you and dustin answered, "nothing," and exchanged knowing grins. yours was small and sly, but dustins was full and bright.

moments like this with dustin were rare for you, and it ached a little to say that the only thing that brought the two of you together was steve. it helped having a mutual friend and, even more so, friend group. youd always felt a little distant from dustin, so any time he willingly hung out with you felt paper thin, like if you stepped too hard youd fall right back to where you started.

so you looked at every gap in the stones before you stepped along the beaten path. the chatter of the group bounced from tree to tree behind you, dissipating into a muffled mess under the sounds of everyones shoes crushing dried leaves. behind you, every sound ceased except for robins voice calling, "i think we need to go right!"

of course, steve chimed in to correct her, "no, robin, i told you we need to go left."

"which means we should go right!" she retorted, and bickering ensued. you rolled your eyes, turning on your heels to face everyone.

"left or right," you asked, planting your arms at your side in defeat, "cut the shit, guys. we have to find eddie."

"find me for what?"

dustin screamed, causing you to scream, overlapping the staggering shouts from steve, robin, and nancy who were climbing into each others arms and covering the frightened curses the kids were spewing, clutching their chests at the back of the line. the voice came from the greenery, from steve and robins right for the record, and was comfortingly familiar once you came down from the initial scare.

"holy shit, eddie," you sighed, scrambling over the fallen tree along the side of the path to get to him. your hands basically melted onto his shoulders when they touched his skin, his warmth as present as ever as you fell into him. you couldnt care about the leaves in your eyes or the sticks prodding your hair, "youre okay, yeah?"

"well, im in a bush," eddie laughed, his hand cupping the back of your head as he stepped out into the pathway with you still wrapped tightly around him, "but, uh, yeah... yeah, im okay."

when you finally looked at him, you could tell he was tired. there was a weight beneath his eyes, sunken and dark, and he had bruises along his arms and cuts on his fingers and dirt streaked everywhere you could see. he gave you a smile, anyway. "hi," he whispered, just to you, tracing the slope of your jaw with the backs of his calloused fingers. you returned his kind eyes, muttering, "hi," through your smile.

"uh, hi," steve greeted, waving his hand a mere three feet from the two of you, "remember us?"

"oh, harrington, hey," eddie straightened up. you could tell he was immediately intimidated, his demeanor hardening as he cleared his throat, "nice to see you."

you snicked to yourself remembering not 24 hours ago, when eddie said with utmost confidence that he "didnt care if harrington kicked his ass," now weak in the knees at the sight of steve carrying around a sack of dangerous items.

eddie took a step back, "is that a gun?"

steve looked over his shoulder and spun around, grabbing it from behind him, "oh, yeah. sorry, i was prepared to shoot you, man."

"what the hell," eddie clasped his hands over the top of his head, visibly at a loss for words, "dude, have you never seen teen wolf?"

under different circumstances, you would have loved to see steve and eddie laughing together, getting along, but not in the woods in the middle of the night after youd spent the entire day searching for him. he didnt seem too shaken up about anything, so you were confused as to why he was out here.

nancy spoke for you, "eddie, is there a reason youre creeping around out here?"

he pressed his lips into a line, rocking on his heels and smacking the sides of his legs as he began to speak, "well, wheeler, if youre so curious, i was looking for y/n. im gonna assume youve been filled in on everything up to this point, and hendersons very thorough, so im also gonna assume it was unnecessarily detailed and vivid," everyone hummed in agreement, "great- so, imagine me, but cleaner and a little more upset than i currently am, wandering the streets of hawkins, a little tipsy because apparently alcohol is the only thing that keeps me from fucking biting people. im walking, trying to find the henderson residence, but ive only been there once so its hard, and my senses are off the walls heightened. its insane how much i can smell- cant lie, that shit's kind of awesome-"

dustin interrupted him, "eddie, did you kill someone or not?"

"kill someone?" eddies mouth hung open at the question, his eyes glancing around to gauge everyones reaction to the question, which was a unanimous answer-the-kid-or-steves-gonna-shoot-you, "uh, no, dustin, i didnt kill someone. im not a monster."

"well, then, why are you hiding away in the woods like a serial killer on the run?" lucas leaned up against a tree with his chin raised high, "seems kind of suspicious to me."

eddie sighed, swallowing audibly before answering, his voice lowered, hushed, "i wasnt hiding from you."

as if on command, an eerily familiar growl filled the distant silence like static, gutteral, and close. eddie flinched, almost habitually jumping back into the shrub you found him in, but reaching for your hand instead. steve immediately handed the shotgun to his left, planting it in nancys grip.

she raised her eyebrows, drilling holes into the side of your head with her glare. "told you," she muttered, holding out a fist towards max, who quickly reciprocated the gesture. a celebratory fist-bump for being stuck in the woods with a werewolf and a demogorgon.

"does, uh," steve started, his voice hushed and his grip tightened around his trusty baseball bat that he had shoved in the bag. he motioned between you and eddie, specifically, and asked,

"does teen wolf say anything about fighting demogorgons?"

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heytherejulietx · 3 years

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movie night - stanley uris

↳ a/n - just a little drabble i typed out because i was bored and couldn’t stop thinking of fluffy fluffy stanley <3

↳ content warnings - swearing, aged up losers. that’s it this fic is just pure fluff lmao

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movie nights at bill’s house always went the same; richie would commentate through the whole movie, and would switch seats multiple times because he couldn’t sit still. bev would throw popcorn at richie when he wouldn’t shut up. eddie would insist to sit as far from richie as possible to avoid the popcorn war, which usually ended up with him sat beside bill or mike. and y/n would have to endure more or less than two hours sat beside stanley. it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy sitting beside him - she loved being near him, but that was the problem. sat beside the boy you’re crushing on and having to resist looking at them was basically torture.

stan and y/n had always been close - they were best friends way before the losers club was even a thing, so between them they had years of friendship before the group. whatever they did, y/n and stan would always end up doing it together. at the fair? they’d go on the rides together. at the cinema? they’d sit next to each other. so at bills for movie night they shared the love seat for the movie.

richie’s night to pick was always the worst, because it guaranteed him to talk even more than usual since it was a movie he enjoyed. y/n couldn’t be mad that he spoke through the movie, she knew her friend well enough to know that he simply couldn’t help it. it just made it even harder to focus on the movie.

though it seemed almost impossible to focus on the movie anyways, because all y/n wanted to do was sleep. she had been staying up later than usual all week to study for a test, so the fact that she’d had five hours of sleep in two days accompanied with sitting on a very comfy sofa pressed against her crush best friend just guaranteed that she’d be fighting sleep the whole movie.

“gremlins!” richie stood in front of the tv set as he loudly announced his movie choice for the night, waving the vhs case in front of all the losers as he grinned.

“isn’t that a christmas movie?” eddie piped up, and richie rolled his eyes.

“yeah, tiny little monsters running around and terrorising everybody. how festive.”

“it’s set at christmas you fuckin’ moron.”

as richie and eddie started bickering y/n rolled her eyes and tucked her legs underneath her thighs to get more comfortable, her back pressed against the sofa cushions. the movie hadn’t even started and she could have fallen asleep. she rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms and sighed, thankful that it was probably only two hours until she could be in bed asleep. provided richie and eddie didn’t argue for much longer.

“now’s the time i get to say ‘i told you so’, right?” stan’s voice made her look up as the loveseat dipped beside her and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“be my guest, asshole.” she mumbled with a playful punch to his arm and he chuckled.

stanley leaned back into the sofa with his legs stretched out in front of him, and slung his arm around the back of the sofa right behind her. it was something he always had done so she never questioned it. he had a bowl of popcorn sat in his lap that bev was already reaching up to steal from her seat on the floor. y/n reached for a few pieces of popcorn herself as she leaned her head back against the sofa, turning her attention to the tv as richie had stopped bickering with eddie to load up the vhs tape.

the movie started playing and all that y/n could focus on was not falling asleep. for once she barely noticed richie’s commentary of the movie which progressed into bickering with eddie, she barely even noticed anything other than the way her eyelids had grown too heavy and the couch was so comfortable that she could drift off right there. her head was nodding as her eyes dropped shut, and in her half-coherent state she realised her head had fallen against something comfortable. sleepily she smiled slightly and leaned further into the soft material, and relaxed completely against what she was leaning against as she started drifting off to sleep.

she accidentally slept through the entire movie. when her eyelids fluttered open again the credits were rolling (she couldn’t make out the words because everything was a little blurry, but she could see the white lines scrolling against a black background and took an educated guess). she could hear richie arguing with eddie not surprisingly about one thing or another behind the sofa. glancing up she saw bev still sat on the floor, though ben sat beside her that time. bill was sat on the other sofa with mike at his side. where was stan?

y/n realised exactly where he was when she felt an arm tighten ever so subtly around her waist, and her eyes widened as her cheeks flushed pink when she figured out that she had been sleeping against stanley’s shoulder. she glanced down at herself and noticed that a blanket had been draped over her body, too, and couldn’t help but smile softly to herself. stan was comfortable. his sweater made his shoulder soft to lean against, and when she inhaled she could smell his comforting scent of cinnamon and vanilla. she almost wanted to pretend like she hadn’t woken up to spend more time with stan like that. though y/n knew that she would have to be home soon, and she really had to get some proper sleep in her bed. so reluctantly y/n sat up from his shoulder with a yawn and stretched out a little. laying in such a weird poison left her neck feeling funny, and she winced as she tried to stretch it out.

“hey,” stan was smiling softly when she glanced up at him, a look that she couldn’t quite decipher the meaning behind other than knowing that he was happy. “you fell asleep and i didn’t want to wake you. i know you haven’t really been sleeping well, and you looked so peaceful…” he trailed off with a sheepish smile, and y/n gave him a somewhat bashful one in return.

“thank you, i’m sorry for falling asleep on you.” she shook her head a little embarrassed, secretly still joyed over the soft moment.

before stan could respond richie had come back in front of the sofa and started complaining that y/n had missed the movie, though she wasn’t really listening. a small smile was still painted over her lips at the thought of how warm stan was and how nice it felt to be pressed against him.

the next time they had a movie night, stanley and y/n took the loveseat again. they watched labyrinth per bev’s request. y/n leaned against stan again with his arm around her waist, though that time she was fully awake.

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okaybutlikeimagine · 3 years

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A Father’s Day Triptych

TW: past/referenced child abuse, emotional hurt/comfort, child neglect

(you can find it on AO3 here ♥)

Father’s day in the Hargrove household was always pulled taut with expectations of kindness and submission hanging over Billy’s head.

They didn’t always used to be that way. When he was a kid, Father’s days felt like a reprieve rather than a burden. Billy and his mom would prepare special things- a nice card that would make him laugh, those new fishing poles he’d been eyeing in the big sporting store a town over, a pretty cake with fresh fruit on top from the grocer down the way. His mother went all out. She’d get Billy all excited for it too. The strenuous relationships were softened for a day where they did everything they could to make him happy.

They really did… everything they could just to make him happy. Sometimes Billy still wonders why it had to take so much.

Around Father’s day, his mother would use all her spending money to make his father smile. It usually worked. And for that day, it was so good. It could hardly get better. Grilling and watching stupid baseball games Billy never cared about but would pretend to be interested in, just for him. Fake smiles almost became real. Hot dogs and hamburgers and watermelon always tasted better on those days when his father would put his arm around Billy amicably- when he would laugh at the card and compliment how Billy’s penmanship was getting better every year.

The year that she left was the worst.

The year that she left Billy stopped getting an allowance. He had no money to soften the edges of his father with fresh cakes and fancy presents. He panicked. He stole a stupid fishing keychain from a store and made a card from his school notebook paper. He presented them with shaking hands to his father who seemed glued to the couch, eyes bloodshot, surrounded by beer cans, baseball game so loud Billy’s ears felt sore.

He got a grunt and a lazy eye roll in response. A slurred groan of “your writing is sloppy”. A quieter admission of regret.

He got resentment. Billy was 9 and he knew it was resentment towards his very existence. He slid away to his room. There was no dinner to eat that night as his father passed out on the couch with the TV still on far too loud.

When Susan and Max came into the picture, Billy miraculously found a reason to be happy for it. Suddenly there was pressure taken off of him. He let Max know it too, as Susan encouraged them to go out and “at least get him a card”. They’d lazily look through all the forcibly funny and generic pieces of paper. Max was nervous that first year.

“It’s whatever.” Billy had grunted, looking through ugly green cards with stupid phrases on them. “She’s gonna bang him tonight, he won’t care about a dumb card.”

“Ew.” Max had whined, covering her ears and pouting. Billy couldn’t find it in himself to care.

It was never fun. Billy felt like he was on a leash all day long, obligated to do everything he could for his father just to keep him civil. Susan made a steak, the kids handed over the card, his father remarked how his penmanship was the mark of someone lazy and sloppy (no matter how hard Billy would try to make it as neat as he possibly could), and the day would end. And he could stop thinking about how this man still had a hand in his life.

…

Father’s day in the Hopper household was always bumbling and awkward.

By the time that first one came around, Billy was just beginning to feel less like a burden to the house and more like an addition. He’d found comfort in the space they all shared. They had a sort of routine set between all of them. There was still no second bed for Billy, so he still felt like he was imposing when Hop slept on the couch, but it was a sort of pull out couch by that point and Hop insisted and Billy decided not to pay it too much mind.

And that first Father’s day was just… awkward. Billy had completely forgotten the date- summer had just started for him and days were rolling by in hot and languid and lazy moments of feeling out every new situation. He had just started getting really serious with Steve. Not just touching for the sake of getting off but really starting to need and want each other in ways that scared him. In ways that made him want to keep things how they were- ways that made him scared to change a thing. It was a new and alien feeling for him.

El had inadvertently learned about Father’s day from Mike when he briefly groaned about dinner plans his family had. Billy found that out from El on their drive to the store to pick something up for Hop. She had to convince Billy it was a thing they should do, because Hopper was their father. He did fatherly things for them. He took them in and gave them a roof and food and asked how their days were and wished them goodnight and good morning, however groggily. He made stupid jokes that made them moan and he danced horribly to the old records he kept on their dusty shelf and he was horrible with laundry and he whistled as he did dishes.

He introduced Billy proudly in the grocery store once. It was the weekend after Billy had a really good basketball game that Hop had decided to attend. Hop bragged about it to some friend of his. Billy flushed red and elbowed him and tried his best to escape.

He thought about it every single day.

Billy and El bought a large cheesy balloon, ingredients to make a nice lasagna dinner, and a green and white cake from the bakery. The balloon was more for El. The lasagna was a little burnt. Hop was too nice to say he’d have preferred pie to cake, but he ate it anyway as they sat around the TV and watched whatever program was on. Billy only remembered as he fell slowly into sleep that night. He jolted awake quickly, remembering a sort of far off conversation months ago where Hop had proclaimed confidently that pie was the superior dessert of anything else- yes, even Eggo's with whipped cream and sprinkles. How he admitted cake was never his favorite.

Billy felt shame overcome him as he remembered, pushing himself out of bed and turning to the sofa with the immediate want to apologize for it. He wasn’t sure what came over him.

But instead of sending pleading apologies into the darkness, he just looked towards the sofa with a heavily beating heart and let his eyes adjust. And he thought about all that man had done for the two of them. Thought about how he took in these two stray kids. Thought about how he knew Hop was getting flack for it, because Billy heard the whispers and the snickers and the sneers about Hop running a dog pound. Thought about how he gave up his probably comfier trailer for the rundown cabin, gave up the main bedroom for the dusty spare bed, gave up the dusty spare bed for the couch, gave up parts of his sanity probably…

Billy didn’t wanna apologize anymore. He just whispered a thanks, even though it was hard to push up through his throat and would fall onto sleeping ears.

The Father’s days after that first one got better. They got Joyce, and along with her 2 boys that had their own rocky past with fathers and celebrations of them. Just four kids who feared and resented father figures. It ended up being better than Billy could imagine. It was never quite as awkward as that first Father’s day, but never quite comfortable either. That being said, it was never a bad day. The bar was low, but that didn’t matter. Billy found appreciation for the general ease all the same.

…

Father’s day in the Hargrove-Harrington-”whatever we’re together now and that’s what’s most important” household is filled with guilt and feelings of imposter syndrome.

They don’t celebrate it the first two or so years after they’ve adopted their first child. He’s just a toddler, he doesn’t quite understand yet what it is. And they… they’re still struggling with what it means to be fathers. They’re confident in their rights but they’re not immune to the judgmental voices, always eyeing them oddly when they’re out together with their boy or asking after the mother when they’re out separately. Always looking a little judgmental or harsh when they have to explain why the kid doesn’t look like them- whoever is with him at the time. Or getting looks of pity when the people clearly begin to assume it’s because they couldn’t get pregnant with whatever wife must be at home.

It’s hard to hear. It makes them question everything. If their boy doesn’t know what he’s missing, then there’s no need to explain.

Billy calls Hopper and feels his heart lurch when Hop and Joyce wish him and Steve a happy father’s day. They do it with joy and certainty. As if it belongs to them, too. Billy hangs up the phone and lays in bed for at least half an hour. Steve can’t get through to him.

It’s an odd feeling. A rough feeling. When they adopt their second child, a girl of 9 years old, they know they’re going to have to confront it. Their son begins school that year too. They find out about the day from their friends and television ads and store windows. The children are timid with them- they were adopted as supposed “problem children” from rough homes and tumultuous pasts. Billy and Steve don’t expect anything of them but they’re still not sure how to explain that. They figure ignoring is easier than explaining. Maybe it’ll make it go away.

It doesn’t work well.

And Billy… Billy’s just struggling being a dad. He couldn’t explain the job if he tried. He helps make lunches, he gives timeouts, he buys and subsequently sneaks himself some silly little snack foods when he’s hungry and busy and doesn’t have time to do more than rip open a pouch. He deals with tantrums over vegetables and he wipes mouths with napkins and he sings lullabies in the wrong key and he reads bedtime stories until he himself dozes off in the tiny bed with a small head on his chest and drool pooling onto his shirt.

He’s trying. He gets frustrated at stores. He gets a little hot headed, a little loud. His heart breaks when they cry. He’s straddling the line between being a pushover and a hard-ass. He lays awake at night, staring at the ceiling, dreading ever becoming like Neil. He asks Steve, in the stillness of the night when the darkness acts as the weight of every horrible outcome imaginable, if he’ll follow Neil’s wretched footsteps.

“You’ll never be like him, Billy.”

“How do you know? What if it’s inside me already.”

“It’s not.”

“Maybe it is… maybe I won’t be able to help it.”

He stresses and he struggles and he wants to rip his hair out.

But that first father’s day comes around with their new daughter and newly knowledgeable son. And the two children blunder around the kitchen while their two dads are asleep. And then they wake the two parents up, both teary eyed and breathing heavy, faces full of apology and sorrow, asking for help to clean up the mess.

And Billy and Steve find the kitchen a single step back from full on disaster. There’s juice all over the counter and dripping onto the floor, the cereal box is all soggy from it, the toaster is smoking, a plate is broken on the ground, the fridge is still open. Their daughter pulls on Billy’s pajama pants and holds out her finger that’s bleeding. He gets out of her that she somehow managed to cut it on the butter knife she was using to cut up some fruit.

Steve gets busy cleaning things up. He asks their son to help do smaller things like close the fridge and grab some towels.

Billy takes his daughter’s small soft hand into his large, rough one and plants a kiss on it. It sends something like pure love surging through his heart. He guides her to the bathroom to put a bandaid on it and asks if she’s okay.

“Mmhm.” She nods and his heart softens. She sniffles. “M’sorry. We wanted… wanted to make breakfast and w-wanted to do something nice.”

She sounds like the weight of the world is on her small shoulders. Billy sees himself at 9 years old, doing his damnedest to get anything close to a damn smile out of his father while he sat unresponsive and unamused on the couch.

His heart yearns. It breaks and it pulls and it screams and it shouts. He pulls her in close and hugs her tight and tries to find the right words. Tries to tell her it’s made his entire year. It’s made him feel validated and happy and worth it, like all of that stress is worth it just to know that these two children got up early as hell on a Sunday morning just to surprise their fathers. Just to surprise the two of them. Just to say they thought of them, wanted to give them something, wanted to make them feel special.

“It was nice.” Is all he can croak out through his froggy throat.

“It’s a mess.” She sobs, but he just grips her arms tighter.

“It was wonderful.” He says and he’s crying too. He can’t get the tears to stop. He’s kneeling on the bathroom ground, the two of them crying to each other.

And Billy swears he’ll never get good at the father thing. He has talks with Hop about it, when he’s feeling vulnerable and Hopper’s able to get it out of him. By this point they’ve adopted another child- an older boy, a teenager. He’s rough and he’s jaded. He listens to loud, angry music. He kind of picks on the other two kids, even though he’d jump in front of a bus for either one of them. Hop asks how he likes it.

“He’s a lot like you were, y’know.” Hop tells Billy, who still doesn’t really see it.

Steve doesn’t have as much of a problem with the boy as Billy does. Billy and him just never seem to see eye to eye.

“It’s because you’re the same people.” Hop insists. Steve agrees. Joyce affirms with pity. “You clash.”

They clash hard. They get into yelling matches. Billy never puts a hand on him, but the arguments aren’t exactly great. Billy cries to Steve at night, fear shaking him down to his core, still able to see and hear himself yelling at that boy who fights tooth and nail back with him.

“You’re not a bad person, Billy.”

“Why do I do that shit?” He asks, knowing full well no one but him could ever really know.

It’s not like it’s anything too vitriolic. It’s not like it’s anything really poisonous.

It’s over the fact that he stays out too late at night, and Billy gets worried. It’s the fact that Billy found cigarettes in his room and he knows the bad effects of cigarettes. It’s the fact that he pushed his little brother one day and made him scrape his knee and he needed to learn some boundaries. It’s the fact that he lied about his grades when Billy felt they gave him no reason to do such a thing.

It’s fatherly things. That’s what Hop assures him as Billy cries on the phone with him.

“It’s things I would have done with you.”

Billy never ever knows what to make of that. What to make of what he’d be like now if Hop was his father from the start. If Hop was there from the beginning. If Neil hadn’t made him a monster in his own image.

Billy does his best to get through to him. Get through to his son now because he’s his son now.

Billy feels like the worst, most undeserving father.

As the kids have gotten older, they learned better ways to celebrate father’s day. They learn breakfast in bed isn’t really what the two of them would prefer- a nice lunch and getting to spend some time with them sounds better. A homemade card always goes on the mantle or the fridge with the rest of the collection. A few hugs because those are like treasured gifts in this house with kids who have a history of boundary and trust issues with parental figures.

The older son catches Billy alone in the kitchen.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Billy replies awkwardly back. The silence is jarring.

“I uh… uhm.” He’s struggling. Billy wants to do something more than just stand here, but he’s not sure what. He doesn’t want to push anything too far. He wants to be good at this.

The boy puts a small, wrapped box on the counter with an envelope underneath and slides it over.

“Happy Father's day.” He mumbles, suddenly fidgeting.

Billy stares at them.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

There’s another pause, heavy with all the weight and worry in Billy’s heart. He reaches for the box, rips the paper open easily, lifts up the lid.

“It’s uh… it’s just a couple tapes of some of those… bands you like. And talk about. All the time.” The boy snickers, but it catches in his throat. He’s so nervous. “My friend’s family was getting rid of a bunch of their tapes and I know you’ve got your old tape player still so… uh… yeah.”

It’s a mixed bag of absolute classics. Some tapes he used to have, others he’s always wanted. Zeppelin, Ted Nugent, Def Leppard, Billy Idol, AC/DC, Alice Cooper… his heart skips. He lost a lot of his tapes after all the sudden moves he’s had to make. His eyes start to well.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” Billy pushes out on a whisper.

“Are they any good?”

“They’re… they’re awesome, kid.”

“There’s a card too y’know.” The boy adds, still shuffling nervously.

Billy slips it out from under the box, pulling his finger underneath the flap to open it.

It’s… it’s ridiculous. It’s one of the cheesiest cards Billy’s ever seen. He thinks back to all the stupid, jokey cards he used to pick out with his mother. The joke inside actually makes him laugh, loud and bright.

There’s words written underneath, quite a few scribbled out and then-

Sorry for all the trouble. I think I just don’t like knowing you’re right sometimes… but thank you for everything.

The words are nearly chicken scratch- wobbly letters clearly written with a nervous and shaky hand. The boy is damn near bouncing now, damn near trying to crawl out of his skin with nerves.

It’s the best, prettiest, most wonderful chicken scratch handwriting Billy has ever seen. He can barely see it now through his misty eyes.

“Your… handwriting is really nice.”

The boy scoffs loudly.

“Uh, thanks?” He sounds like he doesn’t believe it. Still, Billy could swear he sees the boy preen, just a little.

“Thank you.” Billy says, fighting back tears, trying like hell to hold himself together. “I’m sorry, too. I don’t… I don’t have to yell at you so much. At all. I’m sorry about it.”

The boy is just staring at him, eyes a little wide and a little shocked. Billy feels his heart lurch. He just wants to be fucking good at this.

“I’m gonna do better.” Billy asserts through a not-so-wobbly-anymore voice

The boy gives a small smile that grows a bit wider. If Billy isn’t absolutely crazy yet, he’d say that the boy’s eyes are getting a bit misty too.

“So are those tapes actually good?” The boy asks, clearing his throat and trying to seem casual. Billy sees more and more of himself in him.

“Hell yeah… do you think I’d have bad taste?”

His son cackles just a bit, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, alright then. Whatever you say.”

There’s a pause. Billy takes the card and tucks it back into the envelope to save for himself- to put in a special place in his and Steve’s room. He then busies himself with shuffling through his tapes before his son says-

“We can… listen to some of them. If you want.”

Billy’s eyes shine with excitement and appreciation.

Listening to the tapes together is wonderful. They rib each other about what songs are better, what voices do and don’t sound the same, what the lyrics are like. They learn more about each other and maybe Billy is finally forced to admit that they’re a lot more alike than he realized.

And Billy starts to feel that maybe… maybe he can finally define what a father really means to him. And father’s days start to feel a bit more like they belong to him, too.

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markosmate · 3 years

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running down

Pairing; Marko x Emerson!Reader

Summary; Moving to a different state with your younger brothers and mother just to live with your grandfather was hard enough, but falling in love with a vampire and then watching your brother do the same thing? Much different story.

Warnings; Strong language, filler chapter no boys here

au:// Second part, I write these notes before I write the chapter so I’m kinda scared to see where this story’s gonna go but I’m also really excited for y’all to read it hehe :))

Part 1 - Part 3

The next morning I slept in well past the time I usually did. It was only 11, but that was still a well comparison to the time I’d usually wake up. Sun was peaking around the corners of the curtains and I groaned as I sat up on the mattress. I could hear talking from the kitchen downstairs, so I threw my legs over the side of the bed and padded across the hardwood floor. I jogged down the stairs, hand gripped tightly onto the side railing, and strained my ears to try and hear what was going on in the other room. It sounded like Sam and Michael talking, and once I knew that it wasn’t an important conversation going on I made my way into the room as well.

They didn’t falter when I walked in, instead just each sent me a small welcoming smile and continued on with whatever they were talking about. I pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and made my way onto the back porch where I knew Grandpa would be sitting and reading the TV Guide, just like he’d told us about.

I pulled the door open, and realized I was right, he was there. “Good morning, Grandpa.” I greeted with a smile.

He glanced up at the sound of my voice and sent me a small smile. “Morning, Ivory. Nice morning, ain’t it?”

I laughed gently. “Very nice. I’m loving it here so far.”

“That’s good,” He nodded in appreciation. “Sam and I are gonna take the old girl out for a trip to town. Wanna join?”

I laughed a bit and shook my head. “Sounds fun, but I’ll have to pass. I wanna talk to Mom for a bit about her job search last night.”

He nodded before standing and dusting off his pants. “Well, have fun then.” He turned and made his way into the kitchen, most likely collecting Sam and then heading off to the back garage where his unused car was waiting for them. I stood from my spot on one of the porch chairs and made my way back inside. I was planning on making my way to the living room, where I knew Mom was bound to be sitting and working on one of her new blankets, when my attention was called by Michael.

He was leaning against the counter, wrapped in his red robe, and drinking what might have been either coffee or an energy shake out of a thick mug. He looked to be deep in thought about something, and for a second I thought he was calling my attention for something really serious. That is, until he actually spoke to me what was on his mind.

“You know that girl from last night?” I internally groaned at this, but tried to look serious on the outside, not wanting to make him more upset than he already was.

“What about her?” I questioned, putting the unopened water bottle I had grabbed back in the fridge.

He took a few large gulps of his drink before sliding it back onto the counter next to the sink. “Do you think she’s actually with any of those dudes?”

I stopped to think for a moment. She looked reluctant to leave with them, and hadn’t been the happiest accepting help from the platinum blond who’s bike she’d mounted. But, she did leave with them. I hoped she wasn’t with any of them, especially not the curly-haired one, Marko. That sure would be one brick in the chest, to find out I was doing all this worrying and thinking about him only to find out he was with the same girl Michael had been pining after. But no, that didn’t make any sense, if she was with Marko than she would’ve gotten on the back of Marko’s bike, not the mullet man’s.

“Listen, Mike, she did leave with them. So I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but if she’s showing that she’s not interested - it’s probably just best for you to move on from that.” I tried to be as honest as possible, I really didn’t want to crush his hopes but at the same time I didn’t want him to chase something that possibly wouldn’t ever end up going anywhere.

He nodded, a solemn look taking over his face as he tightened the belt tie on his robe. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I’m gonna go shower, you coming to the boardwalk with? Sammy’s going with Mom earlier in the night.”

I nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, I’ll come along. I’ve been craving those carnival pretzels ever since I saw the stand last night.”

“Cool, we’ll leave at like 8, yeah?” I nodded along to what he said and turned on my heel to finally make my way to talk to Mom. When I walked through the doorway she was sitting on the couch with her yarn and needles in her lap, working on the thick comforter she had been crocheting since the beginning of January. She looked up when I sat down on the couch parallel to her and sent me a soft smile.

“Hey, babe. Whatcha up to?” She questioned softly, continuing to crochet while simultaneously looking up at me for a few split seconds every so often.

“Nothing, just figured I’d check in and see how the job search went last night?” I pried a little, smiling hopefully as a beautiful smile lit up her face and she dropped the half-done blanket to her lap.

“Oh, wonderful, sweetheart! Did you see Max’s Video Shop last night while you were looking around? I went in there last night and he offered me a job there, he even asked me on a date for tomorrow night after my first shift! Isn’t that amazing?”

“Ah!” I gushed with her, extremely excited to see her so happy over going on a date for the first time in a long while. “Mom that’s amazing! You found a job and a man!” She laughed at my words, throwing her head back the tiniest bit.

“Well, we’ll see how it goes. Did you make any friends last night?” I thought about my answer before it came out of my mouth. Did I tell her about the boy? About the girl Michael had been after or about the friends of them both? I shouldn’t, I needed to pretend like those boys didn’t exist. I could find friends here, just not those ones. So, I lied.

I shook my head but kept the smile pulling at my lips. “Not last night, I was too busy checking everything out to actually stop and talk to any new people. But Mike and I are going again tonight, maybe I’ll make some friends then.”

She nodded in approval before picking up her work and continuing on the comforter. “Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it here so far.”

“I am.” I confirmed, but I couldn’t shake the anxiety from my stomach.

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The R Drug part 2

A/N: I promise I still have summer bingo fics ready to go, but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, so here it is. This is a part 2 to The R Drug, and is a lot of talking and exposition, and a lot of Sonny hating himself. This will most likely get a part 3. No chapter will ever be darkfic or as dark as the first one was. It’s only up from here.

Tags: self-loathing, mentions of rape (like, one line--references first fic heavily) and therapy, otherwise none, just a lot of angst with a maybe happy ending?

Words: 4657

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For the first few days, you sat on the couch in pain and exhaustion, wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. The doctor said that you were severely dehydrated and had kept both you and Sonny overnight after the club, though separated. Olivia and Amanda interviewed you, while Fin interviewed Sonny. You were both then sent on leave until you could come back to work…if you could come back at all.

Thankfully, you weren’t pregnant. But you were sore, every movement causing aches and pains as you shuffled around your apartment. Obviously, you weren’t pressing charges, and neither was Sonny; what happened was a freak accident, something you never wanted to think about again, but knew you’d have to in order to move past it.

When you could finally walk normally again, you went to a therapist. It took a while to find a groove; therapists specializing in rape victims had trouble dealing with the fact that while yes, you were a victim, you were also a perpetrator. The other strange thing was that you weren’t angry with Sonny; you were angry with yourself. You assaulted him, just as he assaulted you. And that was the part that was eating you up inside.

It took months of therapy, going every day and working through your confused and frustrated emotions before you finally came to terms with what had happened. You were ready to put your badge and gun back on, ready to move on with your life. You missed your job, your squad. But most of all, you missed Sonny. He was your best friend before all of this happened, and you hadn’t seen nor talked to him since the club. You missed his boyish charm, his bright smile and his loud laugh. You missed the little inside jokes you had together, and the late nights spent curled on the couch, watching reality TV and sports. You missed your Sonny.

**********************

On Monday morning, four months after the club incident, you made your way into the familiar precinct. You were heading for Olivia’s office when you stopped short. Both Amanda and Fin were at their desks like normal. Even your desk was how you left it; a few photos, baskets to hold paperwork, little knick-knacks that made it yours. But Sonny’s desk, the one next to yours, was completely different. There wasn’t a single photo of any Carisi, no Mets or Islanders memorabilia, no nothing that made it his. Instead, there was a picture of two men, one you didn’t recognize posing with…Deputy Chief Dodds?

Before you could ask questions, Amanda said, “that’s Mike Dodds’s desk. He’s the new Sergeant.”

“Where’s Carisi’s desk,” you asked, turning to look at her.

But it was Fin who answered. “He doesn’t have one.” You swore you got whiplash turning to look at Fin so quickly. “He turned in his badge and gun months ago…just after the club fiasco.”

“What?” you almost yelled. You were loud enough that Olivia heard you, and she and the new guy—Mike?—came out of her office. She beckoned you to her office, and you passed by Mike, who tried to give you a smile that you did not return.

“Welcome back—” Olivia started before you cut her off.

“Carisi’s gone?!”

She closed the door behind you before taking a seat at her desk. She motioned for you to sit, and you all but collapsed into the chair. “I tried to keep him, to talk him out of quitting. But he refused, saying he needed to work through things. I’m sorry, but there was nothing I could do.”

You stared in disbelief at the top of her desk. Sonny was gone. You had to talk to him, had to see him. You said as much to Liv.

“If you think you can get through to him, then by all means. Because it’s been hard around here not having two of my best detectives,” she replied. “Dodds has been a godsend, but he doesn’t replace either of you, and especially not both of you.”

You nodded. “I’ll talk to him, try and bring him back.”

“I wish you luck. I think he’ll listen to you; you were close before…all this.”

**********************

After leaving the precinct, you tried texting and calling Sonny, but to no avail. In fact, it was going straight to voicemail, as if his phone were dead or off. So, you swung by his apartment. You buzzed his place, but a deep, gruff man answered.

“I just moved in a few months ago; the previous owner seemed to be in a hurry to move out,” he said. Clinging to the hope that this was still Sonny just trying to put on a fake accent, you buzzed a neighbor. But they confirmed that Sonny had moved out a couple months ago, and that a new tenant moved in.

Out of desperation, you tracked down a phone book, and looked up his parent’s place. Then you took the drive out to Staten Island. You shifted nervously on the porch, waiting for an answer after knocking.

A woman in her 60s, who could only be Mrs. Carisi, answered. Her eyes darted to your waistband, the badge there, then back to yours. You watched them slowly fill with tears.

“Please, don’t tell me yet,” she muttered, and you furrowed your brow. “Don’t tell me my Bambino is…is…” she hiccupped, and you understood; she thought you were here to deliver the news that Sonny was dead.

“No, no! I’m actually…I’m Carisi’s partner…or I was. I’m just…having a hell of a time tracking him down,” you quickly explained.

She sniffled, trying to compose herself. “Well, I hope you do find him.”

“You mean…you don’t know where he is?” you asked, heart sinking.

She shook her head. “He told us he needed some time, and that he’d be in touch. That was the last we saw or heard from him, and that was back in March.” It was June now, and you were realizing that this was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

You nodded, muttering out an apology for bothering her as you turned away, but she grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “Please, if you find Sonny, tell him we love him. And that we want him to come home.”

“Of course,” you replied before leaving, holding back tears until you were back in your car.

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Your first real clue as to where Sonny went came through looking at his bank statements. There, you found a one-way trip to Genoa, Italy. Without too much thought behind it, you booked a flight, texted Olivia your intentions, then headed to the airport. In your hurry, you didn’t pack, didn’t even book a place to stay. You only had one thing on your mind, and it was to find Sonny Carisi.

With the clothes on your back, your phone, passport, and wallet full of bills that you converted to euros, you got on the one-way trip to Genoa.

***************

You barely slept on the plane, landing early in the morning. The sun was just peaking over the beautiful Italian landscape. Even in your exhaustion and worry, you had to stop and appreciate the architecture of a different country. Genoa was beautiful, and you’d be enjoying yourself if the drive to find your missing partner wasn’t so high. You had a picture of him on your phone, and you went around, asking everyone you passed by if they had seen him. At first, you were asking in English—you didn’t know Italian. But eventually, you learned the phrases you needed.

“L'hai visto?” you asked desperately.

You understood “no,” and saw the look of sadness on their faces.

“Grazie,” you replied, moving on.

You must’ve asked hundreds of people. The sun was high in the sky, and you felt a hopelessness in your fruitless search. Why did you ever think you’d find him? There was a good chance he wasn’t even in Genoa anymore; he could’ve landed and moved somewhere more isolated. You had nothing to go on, and your voice and face took on a pleading, desperate tone. You must’ve looked like an unhinged person, asking the same question over and over again while pointing frantically to your phone screen.

Another thought came to you in the form of a growling stomach. You hadn’t eaten, hadn’t had so much as a sip of water since you got off the plane. Which then led you to think about what you were going to do once the sun went down. You didn’t have a whole lot of money on you, and you didn’t know how much anything cost.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” you muttered to yourself in frustrated hopelessness. You sat down hard on a bench, cursing yourself for not thinking this through better.

A woman came over to you; she looked somewhat familiar. You must’ve talked to her before. But she started speaking rapid Italian to you. You gave her a puzzled look, brow furrowed. You tried to express that you didn’t speak Italian, and she stopped, her face contorted as she thought.

“Man,” she said in slow, pronounced English. She pointed to her left. “Man...you want?”

You followed her finger and froze when you saw the tall, lanky frame of Sonny through a shop window. You jumped to your feet, shouting a “thank you!” to her as you ran on tired legs to the shop. Sonny was just paying for groceries, and was heading out of the shop when you reached him.

His eyes widened as he saw you, guilt flooding his eyes. “...[y/n]?” he asked. “What’re you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” you replied, grinning. “I thought I’d never find you.”

He gave you a hard look. “I wish you didn’t,” he muttered before turning to leave.

You stared in disbelief as he walked down the street, bag in his arms. Snapping yourself out of it, you hurried after him. “Carisi, what are you doing here in Italy?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, not breaking in his stride. You struggled to keep up with his long legs, your body and mind exhausted. “I’m trying to start over, away from my past.”

You pushed yourself to get in front of him, cutting him off. “You can’t just—just run away.... Don’t I...don’t we mean anything to you? The squad, your family—”

“Of course you do,” he replied, eyes softening for a moment. “That’s why I left.”

You looked at him, eyes pleading. “Look, Dom, I know what happened was...traumatic. But—”

“I’m not talking about that. Not now, not ever.” And then he was walking again, easily stepping around you. “Please, just go home,” he called over his shoulder to you.

You watched him retreat for a moment before heading after him again. “Dominick, you need to talk about it, if not to me, than to someone else. But you can’t bury it down, move on like nothing ever happened.”

Sonny whipped around to glare at you, face hard. “Like nothing ever happened? You think that’s what I’m doing?” He shook his head, huffing. “I’ll never stop thinking about it! This will haunt me to my grave! And when I’m burning in Hell, I’ll know why.”

It broke your heart to see him like this. “Please, listen to me. You need to work through this. It took me months to come to terms with my actions, and I know you can do it, too.”

“I’m too disgusted with myself,” he replied, shaking his head. “I hate myself too much for what I did to you.”

He tried to turn away again, but you grabbed his shoulder, stopping him. He flinched at the contact, pulling away from your touch, and you let your hand fall. “I hated me, too. Still do sometimes. But it wasn’t our fault; we were drugged. There was nothing we could do—”

“I could’ve fought it. I could’ve controlled myself.”

“And what, I couldn’t?” you shot back. Sonny’s eyes widened at your outburst. “If you hate yourself so much, then you must hate me, too. I did the same thing you did.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes scanning yours. “I could never hate you.”

“Then why are you so hellbent on hating yourself, but not me?”

“Because I...” he trailed off, thinking through his words. You could tell there was something he wanted to say, but instead he whispered, “I don’t know.”

You moved closer to him. “Then please, let me help you.” You didn’t make the mistake of touching him again, instead just gazing deeply into his eyes.

Sonny sighed heavily, regripping the bag in his arms. “Yeah, okay. But...let me sleep on it, first?” He saw the skeptical look you gave him, and he quickly added, “I promise I won’t run away again. I just...I need time to process things. Where are you staying? I can swing by in the morning.”

“Uhh...” you said, looking at the ground.

“...please tell me you have a place to stay.”

You shifted uncomfortably. “I was going to try and find a place, soon?” you tried.

You could see the inner struggle he had as he fought himself. “I could...you could stay with me, if you want.... That is, if you feel safe with me...if you can trust me.”

“Dominick, I trust you with my life,” you said softly.

His eyes widened for a moment. “Yeah...okay. Follow me.”

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Sonny lived in a small apartment. Though it was a little smaller than his place in Manhattan, it was absolutely stunning, the view from his window gorgeous. It was simply furnished, yet it still somehow felt like...Sonny. He put his grocery bag down on the little counter that acted like an island in a kitchen. In reality, it was just a piece that separated the kitchen from the living room.

“Have you eaten?” he asked as he put his things away.

You stomach grumbled loudly in response. “Uh, no,” you muttered, embarrassed.

Sonny gave you a look. “So, let me get this straight. I can tell by your no luggage or place to stay that you just flew to Genoa with absolutely no backup plan? What if you didn’t find me? What if I went to Vernazza or something?”

You smiled sheepishly. “I wasn’t in the best state of mind, okay? I was worried about you; no one had heard from you, not even your parents. And your phone just went to voicemail.”

He sighed. “I left my phone in New York; I didn’t want it. Maybe I also wasn’t in the best state of mind when I left.”

You dug your phone out of your pocket; you only had 10% left on it. You unlocked it, then shoved it towards him. “You need to call your parents. Your mom is heartbroken, and asked me to tell you that she loves you. But I think it would be better coming from her directly to you.”

Tears filled his eyes as he took your phone from you. “If I do, then it’ll kill your phone battery. There’s no way the call would be less than five hours long.”

“Call them,” you urged. You could buy a phone charger in the morning. Sonny sighed, dialing the number. “I’ll give you some privacy,” you whispered, heading outside. You heard a soft, “hey ma; it’s me,” before you closed the front door behind you.

You were so relieved to have found Sonny. Sure, he was still broken and hurt, but you knew you could help him find himself, pull himself back from the darkness in his mind. You just didn’t know how long it would take, how long you’d be in Italy for. You didn’t want to rush him, couldn’t rush him if you tried. And you knew a lot of this would be an internal battle, something you knew intimately well based on your own experience. In the end, he’d have to find the strength to forgive himself on his own before he could move on. You sighed, looking up into the dark clouds above you, the muggy heat making your skin sticky.

*********************

Sonny came and got you about an hour later. His eyes were rimmed red, but it seemed as though a weight had lifted off him as he handed back your now dead phone.

“Sorry; I can buy you a charger in the morning,” he muttered, leading you back inside.

You shook your head, smiling softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

You both ate dinner in silence; Sonny was pensive, thinking, while you were starving and shoveling the delicious food into your mouth. Once you finished—your huge bites compared to his little nibbles had you finishing in record time—you took your dishes to the kitchen and started cleaning them.

“I can do that—” Sonny started before you cut him off.

“It’s fine; you cook, I clean.” It was your rule back in Manhattan, and Sonny smiled softly at the memories of you both in his kitchen.

“Look, Sonny, I know you said you don’t want to talk—and that’s fine! But, if you ever do want to talk, I’m here, willing to listen,” you said. You scrubbed at your plate with the sponge, forcing yourself to not turn and look at him.

He sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. You resolutely stayed facing the sink, washing a now clean dish, waiting for a response that may not come.

“I...I know it was R. I know it was. But I just...I can’t stop the self-loathing I feel,” he said so quietly, you barely heard him over the water in the sink.

Slowly, you turned the water off, then turned to face him. “I know. It took me months to not hate myself. To not blame myself.”

Sonny took a deep breath, then rubbed his eyes. “I never asked; how are you?”

You knew he didn’t mean in general. “I was very sore and exhausted the first week. I was stuck in a downward spiral. But the thing about hitting rock bottom is that you can only go up.” You sighed. “I’m doing better. I doubt I’ll ever be 100% me again. But I’m working every day to get closer.”

He nodded, thinking. “See, I feel like I hit rock bottom, then grabbed a shovel. I’m still fighting to get back to rock bottom.”

“Well, just know that I do not blame you in any way. All the anger and hatred I felt was directed at myself,” you huffed out an emotionless chuckle. “In fact, you hardly came up in my therapy sessions at all. Just that I hated myself for doing that to you.”

Sonny stood then, bringing his own dishes into the kitchen. “I never blamed you, either; still don’t. I—I guess because I’m bigger and because I was...on top, I blame myself instead. I didn’t even consider the fact that you got drugged, too....”

“That’s the thing; I know you. And I know myself. Neither of us...that wouldn’t have happened without outside forces making us do it. Like I said, I trust you with my life, Sonny. And while I understand why you turned your badge in, I really would like my partner back one day,” you said, hope tinging your voice.

He reached past you to put his plate in the sink, and you gazed up at him. This was the closest you’ve been since that night in the club, his face inches from yours, bright blue eyes boring into your own. For a moment, it was like nothing had happened. You could pretend that you were in Sonny’s Manhattan apartment, having just finished dinner he made, Love Island playing on his TV. But then reality set in, and Sonny backed away from you, a look of guilt in his eyes.

“M—maybe one day. But I’m not sure I want to go back to that line of work yet,” he muttered, looking at the floor.

You nodded. “I understand—” you were cut off by a loud clap of thunder, sounding directly above you. You dropped the plate you were rinsing off into the sink, the clatter loud in the shocked silence.

Sonny looked from the ceiling to you, saw your petrified look. He knew you hated storms, would often get a call at 1am from you, asking to come over when a thunderstorm rolled in. When he saw you on the streets of Genoa, he didn’t connect that Italy had some of the most intense thunderstorms in the world.

“Hey, it’s okay; I’m here,” he murmured out of instinct; the words he would say back home to you.

You were trembling, tears in your eyes. “S-Sonny, I—”

Another loud rumbling resounded through the apartment, and he saw you shrink in on yourself, slowly dropping to the floor, curling around your legs. You tucked your face against your knees, shaking with quiet sobs. He came over to you, kneeling in front of you. Normally, he’d wrap you tightly in his arms, whispering to you that you were safe. But now, he was afraid to touch you.

“Dominick, I trust you with my life,” he remembered you saying, with no hesitation. Swallowing the thoughts propelled by self-loathing, he placed a hand on your shoulder. He knew he wouldn’t assault you, wouldn’t do anything without your consent, so why the hell was he hesitating when you needed him?

“Come on; let’s get you into bed, okay?” Sonny whispered to you. You nodded without looking up. Gently, he unfolded your limbs, helping you to your feet. He had been planning to sleep on the couch, give you his bed. Now, though, he was leading you to his bedroom quickly, trying to make it before more thunder sounded.

He got you into his bed just as another clap of thunder shook the walls. You pulled the covers over your head, tucking down as hard as possible into the bed. Sonny climbed into bed next to you, laying on top of the covers. Gently, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back against him. He could feel you trembling, the whole bed shaking. What else could he do besides what he normally did?

“It’s okay; you’re safe. I got you,” he whispered, rubbing your arm over the blanket. You rolled over until you were facing him, and curled in against his chest. Sonny stiffened for only a moment before relaxing in the familiar position.

“I hate storms,” you choked out, tucking your face into his shirt.

He rubbed your back in comfort. “I know you do. It’ll be gone soon enough.”

But unlike Manhattan, where that may be true, thunderstorms in Genoa lasted hours. Simply because you didn’t sleep the night before, you were able to drift off in Sonny’s embrace. You’d jerk awake every time a clap of thunder was heard, though, shaking and sobbing softly as he murmured sweet words to you before succumbing to sleep again.

Sonny, however, didn’t sleep a wink. He was too lost in thought, holding you to him. You trusted him enough to sleep in the same bed, his arms around you, even after everything that happened. You didn’t blame him, felt no hatred towards him. And while most of his problem stemmed from his own self-hatred, he was always afraid that you felt the same way about him. And he couldn’t deal with that, couldn’t stand it. Not when he—

He almost said it out on the street earlier, when you asked him if he hated you. He almost told you that he loved you, had come so close. In fact, he was planning on asking you out after work that day. The day that changed his life forever, and not in the way he had been hoping. If only Liv hadn’t called you both into her office that day, then maybe there would still be a chance....

But he could never tell you, not now. How would you even begin a relationship after this? He was too afraid to even touch you, for Christ’s sake. Though, that was before the thunderstorm started. Now, you were curled against his chest, your trembling stopped for the moment, breathing deep as you slept. His arms were around you, and god he loved it, loved the feeling of you sleeping in his arms, whether from a storm or not. This wasn’t the first time he held you throughout the night, and he loved it every time, regardless of circumstances. But how could anything evolve from this? How could he kiss you? How could you be...intimate together without the memory of the club popping up in either of your minds?

A small part of him whispered that if he could get over his fear of touching you—evident by the cuddling—then he could overcome his other fears, too. But would you want that? Did he?.... Yes, yes he wanted that very much. He wanted to be able to love you without fear and/or guilt in his heart. Before the club, he had thought that his biggest obstacle would be 1PP. Oh how ignorant he had been.

He resolved that he wouldn’t tell you, not now, maybe not ever. He couldn’t, not when this darkness was still inside his head, not when his hatred for himself was so high—

Thunder rolled out, and you jumped, instantly waking. The trembling started again, and you grabbed Sonny’s shirt, pulling him closer to you.

“I got you. You’re okay, you’re safe,” he whispered to you.

But for the first time ever, you responded. “You make me feel safe, Dom,” you muttered back.

At first, he was filled with such a profound warmth and happiness, feeling protective and strong. But then a flash of your face, beet red, your body moving erratically underneath his while loud club music played, and he sunk in on himself. He felt like such an asshole, such a coward, holding you like this. He should’ve left you on the streets in Genoa, closed himself off. Or at least offer to put you up in a hotel or a hostile, not fucking take you home with him. He hated that side of him that couldn’t let you go, almost as much as the hatred of that night in the club.

“What’s wrong?” you asked suddenly. You were still shaking in his grasp, but you noticed he was deep in thought. He had stopped talking, and was humming slightly. Sonny only hummed when he was thinking hard. He didn’t respond right away, unsure of what he’d even say. So, you pressed on, “need me to comfort you?”

Sonny’s expression softened. Here you were, scared out of your mind, but still offering him help. This is one of the main reasons he loved you. “No, I’m fine. Just sleep, okay?” he murmured.

Without thinking about it, he brushed his lips against your forehead, giving you a gentle kiss. You smiled at the gesture, tucking your head against his chest again, quickly finding sleep once more.

But Sonny was silently cursing himself. Why the hell did you kiss her?! he thought in anguish. In truth, he didn’t think, just reacted. He often kissed your forehead in comfort, trying to coax you to sleep. It seemed as if when he turned his brain off, he could rely on instinct, doing things he normally did. But that nagging side of his brain never left him alone for long. Things he used to do that brought him joy, like holding you or kissing your soft skin, now filled him with regret. How was he supposed to move on and leave you behind in New York when he did shit like this?

He sighed, glancing at his clock and seeing that it was only a little past 1am. This was going to be a long night. And he still wasn’t sure what to say to you in the morning.

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Routine Procedure pt. 2 & 3

(Hello friends. Before we continue, a disclaimer. This story is intended for mature, 18+, kink-friendly audiences. This post contains sexual content.

This story may seem, uh, pretty fucked up. The product that caused Mike's incontinence is purely fictional, but the story can still seem plausible within the realm of reality. Which makes the actions of the characters....well, pretty fucked up. I don't want to spoil the story, but I will leave with this.

Aren't we all, in our own way, a little fucked up?

I'd woken up as we turned onto our street.

"Hey sweetie. We're almost home."

"Huh, wh-...where are we?" I blinked a couple times, my eyes adjusting to the light.

She took my hand in hers. "You're in the car, on the way home from the hospital. There's something I need to-"

Suddenly I was wide awake.

"Oh man, I had the weirdest dream. I was in recovery and all the sudden the doctor is going on about how something went wrong, which is crazy, right? Like it was the easiest of surgeries, so it's not like something could ever go wrong."

Kate just stared straight ahead as she pulled into our driveway.

"Let's talk inside."

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"You have to remember to check it every couple of hours, Mike. I can do it for you if want me to."

I glared at her.

"Jesus Kate, don't you think I know that? It's bad enough I have to wear this stupid thing, but you don't have to keep reminding me like I'm some kind of child!"

Was I overreacting? Maybe. Did I have every right to be upset about what I'd woken up to in the hospital? Absolutely. Did Kate deserve me taking my anger out on her?

No. She didn't.

I took a deep breath, counting to ten in my head.

"Okay, listen. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, I just...I feel like my life just got turned upside down. You're only trying to help and....I'm sorry," I finished lamely.

Kate, noticing my shirt had become tucked into the back of my pull-up, pulled it out.

"I understand, Mike," Kate said, looking at me with sympathy. "You didn't ask for this, plus that whole thing with the clause in the paperwork. There's not much we can do but move on and learn to cope." She stood up, smiling at me. "But on the brightside, no medical bills, plus they're offering to cover the cost of whatever supplies you need. I'm going to be here every step of the way, helping you out however you need it."

Despite her positive outlook, I wasn't swayed. "Oh, sure, great." I laid the sarcasm on thick. "I get to spend the rest of my life peeing myself. The brightside is oh so blinding."

"It was a really long day, babe," Kate said, hushing my attitude and moving behind me as she started to rub my shoulders. "What do you say you take a couple of those sleeping pills, zonk out for the night, and see what kind of fresh perspective tomorrow brings, huh?"

Sleep did sound like the only brief respite I was going to get from this hell.

"If you'd like, I can check you during the night to see if it need changed. That way you can just sleep and not have to worry."

"Umm no, it's fine. I just put it on, so it should last me overnight. You'd probably only wake me up anyway. Thank you though," I said, giving her a small smile. "I'm glad at least one of us is handling this well."

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It wasn't until around midnight that Mike finally got comfortable enough to sleep. As Kate looked in on him, she could see that he was still a little restless, tossing and turning as if having a bad dream.

For a brief second she had second thoughts, but quickly shoved them aside. No, she wanted this. Mike needed this. She had waited so long. It was for the best. She looked down on him lovingly.

"Sleep well, my sweet boy. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be just as interesting as today was."

Even when he took sleeping pills, Mike was notoriously a restless sleeper. And she may or may not have poked a couple holes in the pull-up. Mike didn't bother to check, and why should he?

After all, accidents happen.

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Part 3

Cold.

The first thing that hit me was how cold I was.

That didn't make any sense. I'm in bed, I shouldn't be cold. I grabbed the covers to push them back and immediately realized why I was cold.

The bed, the sheets, the comforter, all of them, were wet.

"Shit."

I saw then why the bed had gotten wet. No. Soaked.

Tossing and turning in my sleep, the pull-up, I presume, had not stayed in place. Meaning the bed had gotten soaked. Meaning I had gotten soaked. Hence...

"Shit."

Kate walked out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel with a second around her body.

"Hey babe. I had to get up to get cleaned off, because I was covered in...well, yeah. Are you okay?"

I got up and began balling up the sheets and bedspread. "Oh I'm just peachy. I pissed all over myself like a baby last night, so that was fun. I also will continue to piss all over myself no matter what I do, and I'll be stuck doing laundry every day for the rest of my life!"

I threw the bedding on the floor in disgust. Kate took my arm, tenderly, and stopped my tantrum.

"Hey, listen. Strip down, and go take a shower. Take that stupid thing off, get out the loofah, and scrub. I don't want you coming out until you're good and relaxed, you hear me? I'll wash the sheets." As she was saying this, Kate was already moving to take the mattress protector off of the bed.

"No, Kate, stop. You don't have to-"

"Get. In. The. Shower."

"But..."

"NOW!" I can only describe the look she was giving me as domineering. I'd never seen her like this. "Don't make me ask again."

Sheepishly, I began to disrobe.

Kate's voice returned to its normal, caring tone. "Once you're all washed up, meet me in the living room, please. I want to talk to you about something."

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Kate was sitting on the couch when I walked out. She pat the cushion next to her, indicating she wanted me to sit down.

"Mike, sweetie. I want you to listen to me without interrupting, okay? And please remember that all I'm saying comes from a place of love and wanting you to be happy," Kate said, her big hazel eyes looking at me imploringly.

"Umm...okay, sure yeah. What's up?" I sat down next to her.

"First, I wanted to reiterate that I understand how frustrated you must be right now. But I don't want to be the target of your outbursts. It's not fair." She paused, looking at me, and I just nodded that I understood.

"Second, I think we both can see that the whole pull-up thing isn't working. I don't want another surprise like last night." Here she stopped again, turning to grab something from behind the couch. She pulled a plastic package out and set it on her lap.

"The hospital gave us these to try if the... if we wanted to try something different," she said, pulling a white rectangle out of the package. It made a rustling sound as she grabbed it.

"Is that a....I am not wearing a diaper!"

"Mike, please, stop. Just listen. You said you wouldn't interrupt." She moved the package back to the floor, keeping the diaper on her lap.

"I'm just asking you to try, for both my sake and yours. Please?"

She didn't continue, so I took that as my cue that I could speak, but I didn't know what to say. I sat in silence, thinking, for what felt like hours.

She had a point. I had slept terribly, which was likely to make me even more irritable. But on the other hand, could I really stand to go through the embarrassment of wearing a diaper? Although I suppose it is preferable to having wet pants. I couldn't imagine the humiliation I would feel if I were to leak all over myself in public.

Finally, I broke the silence.

"I've....I've never had to put on or change a diaper before..." I said finally, hanging my head.

Kate perked up, that smile I loved hinting on her lips.

"I can help with that, babe. Just at first, until you get the hang of it. And if they don't work, we will move on to the next thing, okay?"

"Are you sure d-diapers are the best option?" I had to struggle to get the word out. "How do you know they will help?" I said, unable to take my eyes off of the plastic object on her lap.

"For one, pull-ups are pretty much already diapers. We'd just be changing them even more often."

She picked up the diaper and stood up, pulling me by the hand.

"Second, judging by the fact that I'm going to have to clean that couch cushion, I'd say we need to at least try something."

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"Lift up so I can slide this under you."

I obliged, holding my butt up in the air as I lay on the freshly cleaned sheets. I tried to look anywhere but at Kate.

Kate unfolded the diaper, fluffing it slightly. She positioned the diaper under me and I lowered down onto it.

"You know, this doesn't have to be all bad," she said, as she picked up a bottle of baby powder. Why did we even have baby powder? Where did that come from?

"Oh, really? Explain to me what about having my girlfriend change me into a diaper isn't all bad." I continued to stare pointedly at the ceiling.

"For starters," she said, dusting powder on my groin, "there's this." Suddenly, she reached down and began slowly stroking my cock.

"Whuuuuu-oah boy. Um just w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm rubbing in the powder, clearly," she said, and I finally looked to see that devilish grin back on her face. "You don't seem to be protesting that...hard," she giggled. "I figured since I'm down here, I might as well make myself useful." Without further preamble, she lowered her mouth and took me inside of it.

"That's..uhhh....o-okay...." I trailed off, lost in a mix of confusion and pleasure. It wasn't long before I was finished, and Kate was sitting back up. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and swallowed.

"Wow, you must have enjoyed that, I don't think you've ever cum so quicky."

I was too stunned to speak. My gaze had returned to the ceiling, but I wasn't focused on anything.

Kate started to move again, and I heard that crinkling sound. She pulled the diaper up and taped it snugly in place, securing me into the first of what would soon become my all-too-familiar thick and crinkly underwear.

"So tell me, Mike," she said, patting the front of the diaper as she looked over her handiwork, "was that all bad?"

#werenotadulting

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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What about if ghost mike took a liking to you and when you were getting harassed by some guys he "stepped in"?

Oh wow this one really got away from me! There’s something about Mike that makes me just want to hug him and make everything better. Thank you for this ask!

Warnings: Ghosts, potential assault, Mike saving the day. Canon-fix-it ficlet.

From the moment you moved into the tiny apartment you knew it wasn't going to be your forever home. Strange chills would cross over your skin when you would least expect it, the seemingly nice neighbourhood was far from it with regular arguments and fights breaking out between tenants or people just out on the street, and it got to the point where you didn't leave the apartment at night for what crept unknown in the hallways.

Your thesis was almost done, your final year of your Doctorate on religious texts and the only merit of not leaving the apartment in the evenings meant extra time to study and complete your work. You sat at your desk typing furiously, on a roll with your thoughts and your work when a sudden chill ran up your forearm giving you goosebumps;

"Fuck" you cursed, screwing your eyes shut as you tried to will the train of thought back to your mind, but to no avail. Finally with a sigh you pushed your chair back and stood, deciding to make yourself a hot cocoa.

Warming the milk in a pan on the stove you wrapped your cardigan tighter around your body as you stared out of the window that overlooked the street, before something moved in the periphery of your vision. A young man bending over your laptop, his lips moving as he silently read what you had written. In shock you gasped and turned, but to an empty apartment. Shaking your head you laughed to yourself; you had spent so long writing about spirits you were now seeing them.

Going back to your stove you finished making your drink before returning to your computer, working late into the night now you were re-energised in your mind.

Your Professor had been very complimentary of your latest work, and how you had led the Freshman and Sophomore students in theological discussions about spirits and souls, almost as if you had a new understanding of them.

Continuing to work on your thesis you spent long nights and quiet weekends busy at your computer, but reminded yourself to take a break now and again. One such evening the words hadn't come, so abandoning the screen you’d lit some candles, poured yourself a glass of wine and had curled up on the couch beneath a blanket to read. You were deep in the world of your book when you were aware of your computer screen coming to life, the screensaver ending and your unfinished work on screen. As you looked up you saw him, this time sitting sideways to the desk on your chair where you’d left it.

He was young, no more than 25, and dressed a little outdated in baggy jeans, hoodie, and a leather jacket, his dark hair curly and trying its best to hang in the mid 2000’s style of curtains. A fear shot through your body, rooting you to the spot and you held your breath; watching waiting… but he continued to read, biting his lip as if deep in thought; he had no idea you’d noticed him. The longer you looked the more real he seemed, no longer transparent but the colours of the apparition deepening.

“I can see you, you know” your voice was quiet yet it startled him, he turned in fright and disappeared right before your eyes.

Crossing the room you pressed your hand to the chair, stilling it as it span slightly before sitting down, your writer's block now long gone. Your thesis was certainly getting jump started again thanks to your spectral visitor.

A week later it was a quiet weekend, no saturday classes, no additional work needed on your thesis until the last few books you’d requested from the campus library were returned. Snow fell outside your window and you stayed curled up in bed, dozing in the quiet morning.

As the pipes in the building bubbled you finally woke properly, and you saw him, standing in the doorway.

“Don’t be scared” you said quietly, watching as he quietly laughed before raking his hand through his curls;

“Shouldn’t i be saying that to you?”

His voice was quiet, but deeper than you imagined.

“Do you know why you are here?”

He shook his head.

“Are you drawn to something? Did you die here?”

Again he shook his head;

“I can’t remember”

“What do you remember?”

“That my name is Mike” he looked down, almost bashfully; “You realise one tit is hanging out of your top?”

Glancing down you saw your cami had shifted in your sleep and you were now showing far more than you realised, letting out a laugh as you adjusted yourself, but when you looked up he was gone.

Calling out you smiled;

“Thanks for the tip… or should i say tit?”

You heard what could only be described as a chuckle, but he didn’t reappear.

Over the following days and weeks, Mike would appear occasionally. Once when you were reaching for something on a high shelf you’d turned to get a box to stand on only to discover the packet on the countertop and him standing next to it with a smile on his face before disappearing again. You became at ease with his presence, your skin chilling as you recognised the signs that he had appeared in the room. He still didn’t talk much but you’d managed to get a few lines of conversation out of him. It almost felt like having a presence to welcome you home, not a pet, but a silent roommate that didn’t bother you because you’d work different shifts.

After one particularly long day on campus, staying late after class to help the Sophomores with their midterms, having to stop for groceries on the way home, it was well past dark before your bus had pulled up outside your apartment building. Juggling your groceries, your backpack, and your keys, you stopped at your mailbox as you could see mail jammed into it, cursing as your cold fingers struggled to work with the tiny key when you heard a cough behind you. Glancing over your shoulder you saw the tall burly figure of a man, and you stepped closer to the mailbox;

“Sorry, won’t be a moment”

“Don’t you worry sweetheart, we can wait…”

You stopped, the fear bubbling up in your throat as you turned and saw that he wasn’t alone, two other men now standing behind him;

“A nice little treat to be found out after dark…”

You turned your back to the mailboxes, pulling close to them as you backed away and the three men started to advance like a pack of wolves, when suddenly another figure appeared in the doorway;

“Mike!” you called out, and the three men turned in surprise.

“Oh, your little boyfriend appears just in time? Don’t you worry about him, he can just watch”

It was then that you heard Mike’s voice, strong and loud in the small hallway;

“Babe, shut your eyes and don’t open them until i say so, ok?” he paused and looked directly at you; “Ok?”

You nodded and screwed your eyes shut, trembling as you hear the three men start towards Mike, but then you could hear them stop;

“What the fuck?”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“RUN, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

A strange gurgling noise came from the end of the hallway and you felt the rush of air as the three men pushed past you. Opening your eyes you gasped when you saw Mike.

“I said don’t open your eyes!”

“Stop” His voice gurgled as he spoke.

You stepped towards him, the sight almost unbearable but now you understood;

“I can see what happened to you…” you paused; “And i’m not running away”

Stepping in the door of your apartment you juggled the bags and held the door for Mike, before you smiled;

“Do i even need to hold this open for you, or could you just walk straight through it?”

He glanced at you and rolled his eyes, not saying anything.

“I would offer you to get cleaned up, but i have no idea how to clean a ghost up”

You set the groceries on the counter and turned, surprised to see Mike standing close to you, his injuries gone and his face and stomach back to normal;

“Oh!”

“I guess you just had to look away and i reset somehow” he muttered, his body sagging as if exhausted.

“This may sound strange, but do you need to rest? I would imagine what you did took a lot of energy…”

“I don’t like to sleep… the memories come back when i do…”

“Why don’t i rest with you?”

Reaching out you managed to grasp his hand, gently leading him to your bedroom and watching as he lay back against the soft covers, a tired smile on his face as he watched you climb in beside him;

“When i was alive it was never this easy to get a girl into bed with me” he murmured, his eyes drooping.

“Just rest Mike, i’ll be right beside you… i’ll protect you the same way you protected me”

Leaning forwards you brushed your lips to his, and it felt like wet sand pulling away from you as the tide pulled back to sea. Resting your head on the pillow you felt your own eyes grow heavy, and as you watched Mike fall asleep the same happened to you.

Rain hit the window as you slowly woke, the unfamiliar feeling of a warm presence beside you in bed startling you as you sat bolt upright, looking on in shock as Mike slept peacefully beside you. His chest would rise and fall with each breath, and with a shaking hand you reached out and rested your palm against him and could feel the warmth of his body. Eyes wide in wonder you reached to his neck, pressing two fingers to the side and you felt the steady and strong beat of his heart.

He woke with a gasp, inhaling as if he had been winded and sat up, his eyes wide as he grasped your hand in his own;

“How are you touching me?”

“Y-you’re real” He looked down, watching as your hand pressed against his chest; “and you’re alive”

You leapt at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you straddled his lap, laughing with tears of joy starting to spill down your cheeks before finally pulling back, your mouths so close you could feel the others breath hot on your skin.

“When i was alive… i mean before… i was an ass”

You shrugged;

“Most dudes in their 20’s are”

“And i thought i was god’s gift to women too, but was far from it”

“How about we leave the opinions of gods to the one of us that is the Theological major? As whatever happened here, we have someone to thank and it certainly isn’t Earth bound”

He smiled, and for the first time you noticed that in the blue of his eyes there was a tiny spec of brown. His voice was quiet;

“Can I kiss you?”

Nodding you edged forwards, the touch of his lips this time was soft and warm, and as the kiss deepened the two of you slowly fell back onto the bed, your bodies warm against each others as clothing was shed and bodies were explored.

Mike had a lot to catch up on, twenty years after life had ended for him you were now there to help him start it back up again.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #mike hellraiser #mike x reader #canon fix it fic

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for a new evil plan.

“That Nathan is always ruining our plans.”

“Indeed he is, if only his were-aykroyd side wasn’t a hero.”

“That way we wouldn’t be grounded.”

“We did it guys, we taught those demons a lesson.”

“Oh yes, we certainly did, well done to all of us.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you guys.”

“Aaaaw, do you really mean that?”

“Yes, you’re all my brothers and I love you.”

‘Get Mel and Matthias, I need them to help me.’ ‘Right on it.’ Clifford and Elwood called up Mel and Matthias/That Werebelushi In The Shades.

“Our brother would never like being evil.”

“That’s right.”

“We’ll just see about that.”

“My hands, no…no…please, it hurts.”

“But it feels to transform doesn’t it? You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you, Dan?”

“Oh but I am no villain, I am helping you.”

“Helping me? How is this helping? This is horrifying.”

“Dan, please don’t do this. The Were-Aykroyd I wrote wouldn’t do this.”

“But I am so much better than that, you wrote me to be perfect.”

“Dan, stop this, this isn’t you.”

“Oh but it is, and it will be you too.”

“'I have your arm hair now, and your hands, and your skin.”

“Oh yes, you have them alright, and look at you.”

“This isn’t me, I have to get it off.”

“Oh but it is, and it is you as well…Dan.”

“My name isn’t Dan Aykroyd, it’s Nathan, Nathan.”

“You look like Dan to me, look at you.”

“No, it’’s not, I was not made for this, you cannot make me like this. You cannot make me assimilate others into being Aykroydian.”

“And why not, my friend?”

“A nightmare? Oh this is no nightmare.”

“But I think you will be, look at you.”

“I know, I don't want to give in.”

“No, I refuse to do that.”

“Please stop this, this isn't not how you're supposed to be.”

“I was never born for this and you cannot make me change that.”

“And this is not right, it never will be right, what you are doing isn’t right.”

“This ends now, and so do you.”

Oh and how do you think you can end me?”

“Not for long you won’t be.”

“No I don’t I don’t want to be a Were-Aykroyd forever.”

“Oh but you are going to be one, and be a sexy one at that.”

“Dan, this isn’t you, I keep telling you, you’re possessed, you need to snap out of it.”

“Don’t call me Dan, I am not Dan Aykroyd, I never will be him, I am not him, stop it.”

“Oh but that is who you are now, my were-aykroyd, you will do as I tell you.”

“I won’t do as you command me to do, I won’t, I won’t.”

‘Stop calling me Dan. I am not Dan Aykroyd and never will be.”

“Dan don't do it, don’t do it, don’t let it end in this way.”

“Oh but i’m not done yet.”

‘If it goes the way I think that it is going to go, forget it.’

“I don't think I should embrace it.”

“I refuse to believe you. This isn’t how you normally act.”

“I'll only let you in if you promise not to go after anyone I love.”

“I can resist, suppressing the Aykroydian instincts and urges is the best i can do.”

“I just have your appearance, I am not exactly like you.”

“I want you out of me before you take over completely.”

“You’re messing with my mind, you're not supposed to do that.”

“Now now Dan, don’t try to act like you can win this battle.”

“I’m a monsterologist, i’m supposed to study you, not turn into you.”

“As far as I know, this is over, nothing left of me for you to take.”

“I have your appearance and voice….what more do you want?”

“I am against it, I am against it because it's wrong.”

“But i’m not Dan Aykroyd I never will be.”

“I still have them, right?' I just remember getting a head-ache.”

“But you made me into this horrible creature, I like Dan but I don't want to be him fully.”

“But you don't even know what the words were, how can you hypnotize me without saying them.”

“Not anymore it isn’t, sorry, but i’m out of here.”

‘"No no…nooonooooooooo!'

“Ah ha, those guys did it.”

“I should have known.”

“You are correct, it is my favorite, it is so surreal and funny.”

“It’s settled then, we’ll watch that movie.”

‘And i’ll make the popcorn. Bing bing bing bang popcorn!’ ‘Oh, Grocer!’ They laughed and smiled as they sat down and watched Nothing But Trouble, and enjoyed the movie, watching the movie helped Nathan get over his nightmares that he had, and they all had a lovely time.

And so once again…the day and night are saved, thanks to the Aykroydantiums

#Dan aykroyd #Monstermaster13

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 10

A/N: The response to last chapter was so amazing and I have been LOVING answering your anons and comment questions! I hope this chapter brings some much needed, uh, happiness to your lives. We’re seeing them get closer and closer..........😊

November 19th, 2019

Aberdeen Bloom was eating Doritos straight out of the bag.

It was a Tuesday night, and she was on the couch with Minerva in her lap and Kasha beside her watching TV. The Leafs had lost to Las Vegas 4-2, and Aberdeen was ready to call it an early night – if only so she could put a facemask on before she went to bed. She didn’t have to be in the office tomorrow until about 10, which meant that she could sleep in. Plus, her eyes hurt. She’d been reading like a mad woman during all her days off, researching everything she could and trying to learn the history of the Maple Leafs: all the different players, the eras, the iconic moments, the not-so-iconic moments – everything. It was a lot to learn, but she knew that the second she typed the words into the Google search bar. She also knew she wouldn’t learn everything in four days, but alas, she was trying. She was doing what she knew she had in her. She was trying.

Kasha snuck one last Dorito before she rolled up the bag and put it back in the designated “snack” cupboard in their kitchen. They folded up the blanket, fluffed the pillows on the small couch, and made sure Minerva had some food and water in her bowl before closing the curtains and retreating to their bedrooms. Minerva hopped onto Aberdeen’s bed, and she scratched behind Minerva’s ears which she knew she liked before changing into her pajamas and going to her washroom to wash her face.

“Do you mind if I phone Evan?” Kasha called out from her bedroom. “I won’t be too loud, I promise.”

“Go for it!” Aberdeen said, truly not minding. She’d hear a few mumbles at most – nothing more – and she knew because Kasha did this often. It was sweet, and they were cute, and Aberdeen honestly didn’t mind. Kasha’s dad still didn’t know, which meant they were in their own world, which was nice. She and Kasha were still harbouring secrets for each other, as they always would.

Minerva meowed when she came back in the room. Aberdeen sat on her bed and cradled her in her arms for a few minutes, scratching and kissing her all over. Just as she was about to shut off her light and tuck herself into bed, her phone began to ring. She looked over to see Brendan’s name flashing across the screen.

She froze. Brendan never called this late. She picked up immediately. “Good evening Mr. Shanahan,” she greeted him.

“You need to be ready in half an hour with a suitcase packed for four days,” he said, his voice stern but sounding somewhat preoccupied.

Aberdeen stood up immediately. “Oh, okay. Of course. Um, why?” she asked.

“We’re taking a red eye to Phoenix.”

She felt like throwing up. That had to mean something was wrong with the team. A player was injured, or being traded, or maybe demoted? What if it had something to do with Kyle? What if it was about John? Was his captaincy at risk because they had only won two games in regulation in the past sixteen games? “Okay. No problem.”

“I’ll be there with Lou in half an hour. Tell nobody,” he said before he hung up the phone abruptly.

Aberdeen began to freak out. She changed into a pair of clothes and threw her suitcase onto her bed, Minerva meowing at her and watching as she stuffed outfits into her suitcase. Minerva even tried climbing into the suitcase a few times, which made Aberdeen sad – all she wanted to be doing was cuddling with her cat, not thinking about the Leafs. She grabbed her travel bags that had her toiletries and travel-sized skincare and makeup products and threw them in as well. When she was finished, she zipped it up. She took a deep breath.

Minerva meowed.

“I’m sorry baby,” she whispered, scratching behind Minerva’s ears again. She grabbed her credentials off her dresser and put them around her neck.

She exited her room and knocked softly on Kasha’s door. “Give me a second,” Aberdeen could hear her say to Evan. “Come in.” Aberdeen opened the door, popping in about half way. Kasha immediately saw that Aberdeen was wearing regular clothes. The look of worry on Aberdeen’s face was a tell-tale sign something was wrong. She put her phone against her chest. “Oh my God Aberdeen, what’s wrong?”

“I’m taking a red-eye to Phoenix,” she whispered, making sure Evan wouldn’t be able to hear her through the phone. Not that he’d say anything. “Something’s happening.”

“What’s happening?” Kasha asked, her eyes wide.

“I don’t know. Brendan hasn’t told me. But this is very unexpected and I’ve just had to pack for four days which means I’ll be in Colorado too. I’ll be back Sunday. But can you please watch Minerva? I know you weren’t supposed—”

“Aberdeen, of course, it’s not even a question,” Kasha said.

“You can’t tell anyone I’m going,” Aberdeen said. “I don’t know what’s happening, but you can’t say a word.”

“No no, of course not,” Kasha shook her head. “Can you at least text me when you land? So I know you’re safe?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aberdeen nodded, her mind running a mile a minute. What if it was William? What if it was Jason? “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Aberdeen. This is your job now,” Kasha said. “I’ll take care of Minerva, don’t worry.”

***

Aberdeen waited in the condo lobby for the town car. When she saw it pull up, she began walking towards it, pulling her suitcase behind her. Lou got out and loaded it in the trunk for her, and she opened the back door to sit in her usual seat.

Brendan was, of course, already there, in a pair of slacks and a comfortable looking sweater. “Hi Mr. Shanahan,” she said, putting on her seatbelt. It was then and only then that she noticed another presence in the front seat. Usually, of course, it was just her and Brendan.

“Aberdeen, the only people who know the following information I’m about to tell you are Larry, Kyle, myself, and Lou,” he began. She nodded her head, not believing she was privy to this information before so many other people just by virtue of having to travel with Brendan. She glanced over quickly to the man in the front seat. She saw a familiar face smiling back at her. “You know Sheldon Keefe,” Brendan said as he noticed them looking at each other.

“Of course,” she said. He was head coach of the Marlies. He was around often. Had multiple meetings with Brendan throughout her time working there.

“Well, he’s the new head coach of the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

***

November 20th, 2019

After boarding the MLSE private jet – not first class on a commercial flight, not even another chartered flight, the MLSE private jet – and everyone sleeping most of the way to Phoenix, they landed and immediately checked into the same hotel as the team without telling a single soul. Everyone went straight to bed but were notified by Brendan that they had to “lay low” for the next day and would be leaving for the arena, where the team would hold their practice, at 1:30pm. Aberdeen barely slept, and had to stay cooped up in her room so nobody would see her and know Brendan arrived. It was torture.

When she arrived at the arena with Brendan and Sheldon, Brendan told her to sit in the stands and wait. That’s when she got really nervous, because she knew he was prepping himself to fire Mike Babcock right after the practice, even though it was going on as they spoke. But she did as she was told, sitting and clutching her iPad in her lap so hard her knuckles were white.

She noticed William first, of course, his blonde hair peeking through his helmet, as he kneeled on one knee in front of Mike Babcock as he addressed the team. John, Jason, Auston, Tyson – they were all there, and she picked them out one by one. Everybody was facing away from her, looking at the whiteboard. Her leg bobbed up and down uncontrollably. In a mere, what, thirty minutes, they wouldn’t even have to listen to him anymore.

When the team stood up and did some last-minute drills, Aberdeen noticed Kasperi look in her direction. William was skating over to him, and when he stopped in front of him, William did a double take. Her heart fluttered at the moment she knew he realized it was her. He would have almost missed his cue for the drill if Kasperi didn’t tap him. When he was finished the set-up drill and skated back to his place, he looked in her direction again, transfixed.

That was when her phone buzzed. She took it out and saw a series of texts coming through from Brendan.

Kyle will be texting you soon. Please go into the locker room with him while he speaks to the team about the coaching change. Sheldon will be there too. Let me know how it goes, as I will be speaking to Mike.

When we release the announcement expect crazy media. I will speak to them. Kyle will not. If Kyle is not done speaking to the team by the time the announcement is sent out and media comes in, don’t worry. Stay with Kyle.

I think the team will appreciate seeing your friendly face when this comes down.

You will have to help set up for a media press conference tomorrow but the Coyotes will also provide help. Me Kyle & Sheldon.

Thank you for not leaking.

By the time she looked up from her phone, half of the team was already down the tunnel. John, Morgan, and Auston had stayed out to speak with Mike a little bit more, but she took that as her cue to leave the stands and at least start making her way towards the locker room. She knew the team probably had to undress, shower, and change into their regular clothes before Kyle said anything to them, but she was so anxious she couldn’t help it.

Another buzz from her phone. This time, when she looked at it, ‘Head Empty’ showed – the name she put for William, so nobody would know it was him.

why are u here?

She had to resist every urge in her to reply. She couldn’t. Brendan had sworn her to secrecy, and had already thanked her for that secrecy. If she typed even one word, William would know what was going on. So she ignored him.

whats going on minskatt?

is everything ok?

pls answer me minskatt. what is happening

can i come see u? where are u?

She put her phone on silent. She couldn’t take it. She held in every emotion she had as she walked through the arena and hallways, flashing every worker her credentials, before finally arriving at the visiting team’s area. She walked through the doorway and saw Kyle. He smiled and waved her over.

“Thanks for coming,” he said as she approached him, still clutching the iPad to her chest.

“Yeah, of course. No problem.”

“You know Aberdeen, Brendan trusts you,” he said. He could tell she was nervous by how white her knuckles were. He thought that maybe saying that would put her at ease. “That he made you come on this trip – that he made you privy to the information before a lot of other people…that says a lot.”

Aberdeen shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t so sure. “I’m just doing my job Kyle. He told me to be packed in thirty minutes and I was packed in thirty minutes.”

“But you didn’t leak it.”

Aberdeen furrowed her brows. “I…why would I leak it?” she asked. It was the most absurd concept to her. “I would never do something like that. He thanked me for not leaking it too—”

“I know,” Kyle smiled slightly.

“But why?” she asked again. “There’s nothing in it for me.”

“Really? It’s interesting you see it that way,” Kyle said. “You could have sold that information to any newspaper or reporter and they would have offered you a job. A chance to write, which is apparently what you want to do, according to Brendan at least. But you didn’t.”

Aberdeen hadn’t even considered that. Sell the information for a writing gig at a national newspaper? She didn’t even know the opportunity was there, truthfully. What it revealed to her more than anything was that others had done it before – betrayed the team in some way. She couldn’t even consider it. She shook her head. “This is my job,” she said, her voice small. “I would never burn this bridge. I’d never sell Brendan or the team out like that for personal gain.”

Kyle smiled. “I’m going to chock it up to the fact that you’re young,” he said. “You’re only twenty-one, Aberdeen. This city is rife with opportunity for people who take advantage of others. But you’re not like that – at least yet.”

“I’d never take advantage of someone.”

Kyle smiled. “Good. I like a person with conviction.” His eyes left hers as he noticed someone walking behind her. He nodded his head at whoever it was. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He opened the door for her, ushering her into the locker room. As she turned a corner, she saw all the guys sitting at their stalls. Quite a few of them noticed her come in and looked shocked. When they saw Kyle follow behind her, they knew something was up.

“Hey guys,” Kyle began, addressing the room. “I know John let you know you all needed to stay back. It’s because I need to speak to you guys.” Aberdeen looked to her left and saw Sheldon lurking in the shadows. He smiled at her and she smiled back. “I want us to have a long, constructive conversation before you guys go back out there…because when you do, there’s going to be a big change,” Kyle continued. A lot of the guys looked confused. “That change being…well…Mike Babcock has been relieved of his coaching duties with our club,” he announced. She watched as some of their jaws dropped. “And your new head coach is someone many of you know very well – Sheldon Keefe.”

When Sheldon walked into the room and stood beside Kyle, the team broke out into a round of applause. Guys like Zach, Travis, and Andreas were smiling and clapping for him so Aberdeen could only assume that they had played for him on the Marlies. Jason seemed extremely happy. Tyson looked like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders.

She watched William. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling.

***

November 21st, 2019

It was William who texted Aberdeen first that night, when they got back to the hotel after the game. im coming over and u cant stop me. At least he gave her warning this time so she didn’t have a sheet mask on and her hair wrapped in a towel. When she heard the lightest knock on her door, against all her better judgement, she ran over and opened it.

William slipped into her room, wearing trackpants and a Gucci t-shirt that probably cost more than her last paycheque. She closed the door and locked it before turning around to face him. “Hi,” she said, her breath caught in her throat. Here he was, in her hotel room…again.

“Why didn’t you answer my texts after practice?” he asked, getting right into it, not bothering with pleasantries.

“Will, I couldn’t,” she said. “I knew but I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t risk it. Brendan swore me to secrecy. I was on my couch eating Doritos, and then one hour later I was on the MLSE private jet on my way here. I still can’t believe I am here.”

William nodded his head. He broke eye contact with her as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry. I was just – I was just so worried when I saw you. I mean I was happy, don’t get me wrong, but you know.”

“Yeah.” She looked at him, lost in his own thoughts. There was a moment of silence because, Aberdeen thought, he was still processing everything that happened today – and that didn’t include the game they won. A good start for a new coach, she thought. “Will?”

“Yes minskatt?”

“How are you feeling about everything?”

He let out a long breath – one he didn’t know he was holding in – as he pushed himself further onto the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands as she moved to sit on the opposite side of the bed cross-legged. “I don’t even know minskatt,” he finally admitted.

“I mean…I don’t mean to tell you what to think, but there must be some…I don’t know…relief,” she said cautiously.

He looked over at her, smiling slightly. “Yeah. Relief.”

“Because, you know…the backhanded compliments. You don’t have to take his shit anymore. You have a coach now who actually, like, values you and your skill and doesn’t throw you under the bus all the time,” she clarified.

“Yeah, I guess. Conflicted that I feel relief, though.”

It was glaringly obvious that he didn’t want to talk about it – well, that, or he really didn’t know what to feel about it all. He was hard to read; he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like she did most of the time. And she didn’t know whether to blame him, the time of night they were having this conversation, or something else. “Will—”

“Minskatt—”

“Can you just like…talk to me, please?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper. She didn’t even look at him; she looked down and fiddled with the rings on her fingers nervously instead. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, Will.”

His hand reached out and grabbed hers in her lap, making her stop fiddling with her rings. Her skin felt like it was on fire as she looked up at him as he rubbed his thumb quickly over the back of her hand. Her mind quickly flashed back to the first night they were together in her bed – how electrifying his touch was then, too. Nothing had changed. “I’ll be fine, minskatt. You don’t have to worry about me,” he said, shifting to lie down on his side with her hand still in his.

But she did. That was her problem. She was getting herself deeper into this mess even though she knew she had to get out. Like, he wasn’t even supposed to be here, yet here he was. Never mind just being in her hotel room – now he was on her bed. Lying down. “Will—”

“There’s been a lot of change in my life already, minskatt. This is nothing,” he smirked, letting go of her hand.

She knew that. She remembered what he told her about his family moving around a lot. It seemed like the only thing constant for him was change. She thought maybe his long-term contract brought an end to that, but there were so many other variables in hockey she constantly forgot about. “So long as you’re alright,” she said.

“You know what would make it more alright?”

“What?”

“If you tell me how freaked out you were stepping onto that private jet for the first time,” he smiled.

Aberdeen started to giggle uncontrollably. She shielded her face in her hands and shook her head, hearing William’s infectious laugh. “Don’t even get me started.”

“Come on!” he beckoned.

“It was torture.”

“Torture?”

“I’m not used to all that, Will,” she said, finding herself lying down on her side to face him. She probably shouldn’t have. “Like obviously it was nice – don’t get me wrong. Beautiful. But it was all so…crazy.”

“Crazy?” he just kept repeating her words.

“Not all of us are accustomed to Gucci t-shirts and private jets,” she chastised. “God, Will. Sometimes I feel like the theme song to Murder, She Wrote is just playing in your head on a constant loop.”

“What’s it sound like?”

“Oh my God,” she mumbled, pulling her phone out from charging and opening the YouTube app to find the song. She played it out loud for William, and the more the theme played, the harder William laughed. His eyes crinkled and his smile stretched across his face; her eyes crinkled at the sound of his ridiculous laugh. More than anything, she was just happy that he was laughing after everything that had happened.

Will shoved his face into the pillow as he continued to laugh, the song ending not long after. “Nobody roasts me quite like you do, Aberdeen.”

She thought about the list of the things she’d say he looked like whenever he asked “What do you think?” when he walked in with his game-day suit on, her most recent being, “You look like a medium pepperoni pizza with garlic dipping sauce.” The guys got a kick out of that one when they heard about it. Kasperi was even recording them all in the notes app on his phone. “You love it,” she said without thinking.

“Of course I do,” he mumbled, his dumb smile still on his face. “Tell me something Aberdeen.”

“What?”

He stretched out his hand again, one of them gliding over the skin near her elbow. “What do your tattoos mean?”

It was her turn to shove her face into the pillow. She knew this would come up one day, and truth be told, she wondered why it didn’t happen earlier. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got a lot of time.”

He did? That was news to her. It was late at night and he was in her hotel room instead of his own. “This one…” she began, pointing to the first, “‘to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield’…it’s the last line of one of my favourite poems, Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Do you know it?”

“No.”

“Well, it's a good poem. You should read it,” she quipped. “It’s about, like, the need of going forward, despite challenges, despite tragedy, despite anything. About being strong in will, pushing forward relentlessly. You know…persistence. Never facing life passively. It’s an attitude that I want to have in my life too. An attitude I want to try to embody every day.”

William’s warm smile made her nervous. “And you’re other one?”

She paused. “That one’s even more personal.”

“Tell me.”

“Do you promise not to laugh?”

“Of course.”

She paused. “This one is from Seneca. He’s a Roman philosopher. ‘We are waves of the same sea’. It’s…my family,” she began. “Mom is Scottish but grew up in Northern Ireland, and my dad is from Iran. And if you know anything about the history of those two countries, it’s, like, focused on people’s apparent differences with each other creating conflict. But in Canada, when they met, despite the cultural differences, they came together. So like, we’re all waves, but at the end of the day…we’re part of the same sea. We’re in this together,” she explained, embarrassed. “I don’t know. I just thought it was beautiful. We can have all these differences, but at the end of the day we’re part of the same sea.”

The look on William’s face was one of pure adoration. He was biting him bottom lip trying to suppress a huge smile, and his eyes so blue and dewy-looking she thought she would faint if she looked at them any longer. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Maybe he thought the whole explanation was stupid.

“You’re just so adorable, minskatt,” he said, not trying to hide his smile anymore. “I could listen to you talk for hours. Sometimes I even just imagine you talking so I can hear your voice.”

“You do? Really?”

“Aberdeen…I think about you when I’m not even thinking.”

Her heart stopped beating. She felt a rush of blood warm her cheeks as she pushed her face into the pillow again. God, he was really going there, wasn’t he? As they were laying in the same bed together. “You can’t just say stuff like that to me and think I’m gonna react normally.”

“I know,” he said. She shot him a look. “Aberdeen. I could listen to you talk all day and night. I’m serious. And besides, who was Ulysses or Alfred, Lord Tennyson anyway?”

“You don’t know?!” she asked, flabbergasted.

William shook his head. Aberdeen began talking, and he began listening. And to William, all was right in the world.

***

November 22nd, 2019

When Aberdeen awoke sometime the next morning, her body still felt tired and fatigued. She knew the day before was long and tedious with the press conference and the game, but she thought sleep would rejuvenate her. Apparently not. She brought her hand up with her watch and took a look at the time. It was still only 6:30am, so no wonder she felt the way she did. Why in the hell was she waking up now?

She sighed.

Then something moved out of her corner of her eye. A body. On her bed.

As if on cue, everything from last night came flooding back into her mind. William coming over to her room. Talking about Mike Babcock’s firing and how he felt. Talking about her tattoos and what they meant. “Sometimes I even just imagine you talking so I can hear your voice.” “I think about you when I’m not even thinking.” Then he’d asked who Ulysses and Alfred, Lord Tennyson were and she’d fucking taken the bait hook, line, and sinker so easily. They had ended up talking for so long they just fell asleep. Together. In the same bed.

Oh my fucking God.

She looked at how peaceful his face looked. God, he was fucking beautiful. Just…beautiful. But he couldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have been here in the first place. It went against everything. “Will…” she said softly, hoping he’d wake up. He didn’t. “Will,” she said more forcefully.

“Hmph?” he grumbled.

“Will, you have to go.”

He furrowed his brows at the sound of her voice, obviously not expecting it. He opened his eyes slowly, only to see her staring back at him. “Minskatt?”

“Will, it’s 6:30, you have to go back to your room,” she whispered.

He looked around, realizing just like she did what had happened. “I don’t want to.”

“I know you don’t want to but you have to go before everyone starts waking up,” she reasoned. “If anyone catches you walking out of my room Brendan will have my head on a spit.”

He took her words into consideration before nodding his head and getting up slowly. He looked at the time before running his fingers through his hair. He looked back at her as she lay in the bed looking at him. “I’ll see you at breakfast, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head.

“Good,” he said as he got up, making his way over to the door. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

When the door closed behind him, Aberdeen sighed and brought her hands up to cover her eyes.

She was fucked.

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