#*Ed voice* I'M NOT PANICKING ALRIGHT

[saltpepperbeard]

no because i'm over here trying to maintain a steady course and trying to not jump to conclusions and trying not to panic over out of context articles/questions/pieces of texts where i can't properly read the tone

and then rhys rolls up with-

#LIKE???? #HELLO??????? #i'm so #like i was kicking my legs and giggling all the way through that entire article #because it was so nice to see him so excited about getting to be a mermaid #and so so nice to finally hear him talk #AND THEN THAT JUST #WAS A SUCKER PUNCH STRAIGHT TO THE JUGULAR RIGHT THERE AT THE END????? #but like #i feel like david wouldn't........right? #RIGHT??????? #*stede voice* jodi you're panicking! #*Ed voice* I'M NOT PANICKING ALRIGHT #y'all know that one spongebob gif where he's just looking forlorn at a table #that's me right now PFFFFF #like many thoughts head full but none of them are Forming Into A Fully Coherent Piece #something something piracy did end up getting killed off by the british indeed #and something something that violence is realistically going to be a threat for them #but also something something these pirates wear crocs and say 'for the lols' and bowl with british soldiers like it's nothing #so i would be SHOCKED if they did indeed get an unhappier more historically accurate fate #idk what's everyone thinking lol HOW ARE WE FEELING #BESTIES/ANONS PSSSPSPSPSPSP #OFMD #OFMD Season 3 #Rhys Darby #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet

[thefreakandthehair]

"Hey," Steve says, voice both firm and gentle as he holds both of Eddie's hands in his own. "Why are you panicking about this?"

"I'm not panicking, I'm just being realistic." Eddie shakes his head and avoids making eye contact, looking at the ground as though a complicated puzzle that requires solving has sprung up on in the patterned tiles of the record shop's floor.

Steve knows what this is about, but he also knows that calling Eddie out when he's dealing with Tornado Brain gets him nothing but more Tornado Brain and a brick wall. So instead, he just keeps Eddie's hands warm and still and waits. His boyfriend isn't one for silence, so it shouldn't take too long--

"How are you not freaking out right now? Our profits were like, half what we've been pulling since we opened."

There it is.

"Because it's Thanksgiving and the holiday rush is coming. Because I actually did pretty well in those stupid accounting classes at the community college and know that we have plenty banked up to balance out the slower months now and then. Ed," he squeezes Eddie's hands until Eddie finally meets his eyes, wide with eyebrows knitted between them. "It's gonna be okay, I promise."

"Guess I can't do anything but trust you, huh?" Eddie shrugs and the hint of a smirk ghosts his lips. "It's growing up poor, man. Makes you a little... obsessive? About money? Or, about not having enough? This shop was my idea and God, if it fails, you're in it with me now. I can't drag you down with a sinking ship--"

Steve pulls one of Eddie's hands up to his lips and kisses the back of it. Eddie quiets.

"I'd rather be on a sinking ship with you than land with anyone else, okay? And it's not gonna fail. No matter what, we're gonna be alright."

"Okay, fine. I'll believe you." Eddie's shoulders fall away from ears and an actual grin blossoms across his face. One of Steve's many favorite sights. "Fancy numbers guy."

Steve rolls his eyes and smiles, releasing Eddie's hands and leaning against the back of the counter. "And you love it."

"Mhm," Eddie hums, leaning forward to kiss him, soft and chaste. "Sure do. I'm gonna flip the sign to open but when we flip it closed tonight, I'll show you how much."

sometimes, you've gotta take your own freak outs and complexes and project them onto your favorite blorbos, right?

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #st fic #myblurbs

[steddieas-shegoes]

maybe a steve sickfic with 'I didn't want you to see me like this'

You guys truly love seeing Steve suffer and I just hope the Duffer brothers do not see what we get up to here.

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"He called into work this morning and Keith said he sounded hungover. But I was with him last night and there's no way he's hungover," Robin's voice said outside of Steve's bedroom door.

"Maybe it's a migraine," Eddie's voice answered.

What was Eddie even doing here?

There was a knock on his bedroom door, followed by the door opening and Eddie peeking his head in.

"Stevie? You alright in here?"

Steve groaned in response, his head pounding and his body aching.

"Taking that as a no," Eddie said as he came further into the room.

"No, stay away. I think it's the flu," Steve said, voice raspy from the soreness in his throat.

"Have you eaten? Had water? Taken medicine? You're sweating, do you have a fever?" Eddie sounded like he was panicking, and Steve did not want that.

"Uh. I'm okay."

"Why didn't you call me?" Eddie sounded hurt, like he fully expected Steve to bother him when he was sick.

"I didn't want you to see me like this."

Too honest.

"But I could have brought you stuff," Eddie was sitting on the edge of his bed now, his hand coming up to move the hair off of Steve's sweaty forehead.

"I'm fine."

"Robin, can you go get water and some crackers please?" Eddie looked over at where she stood in the doorway. "You should take a shower, cool off a little. I can change the sheets."

"Don't wanna get up."

"What if I help you?"

"Help me...shower?" Steve felt like he was missing something.

"If it'll help you feel better, yeah."

"Um."

"Steve, you can say no. It's just, don't say no because you're worried it will bother me. Quite the opposite."

Eddie was blushing, Steve could see the red along his cheeks, like he was the one with a fever.

"What's that mean?" Steve's head was cloudy, he couldn't be blamed for not quite understanding.

"Steve."

"Hm?"

"I mean, you have to know, right?" Eddie's voice was quiet, trembling with nerves.

"Know what?"

"How much I care about you."

"Huh."

"Steve."

Eddie leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"You can keep your boxers on, okay? We'll talk when you feel better. But I think it'll help to wash away some of the sweat, maybe cool off a little."

"Okay."

"And next time, just know I wanna see you in any way. All the ways. Even sick, even tired. Okay?"

"Okay, Eds."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #drabble

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

if you're still taking prompts for the 1k fic thing, I'd love to see a little scene about the first time stede comforts ed after a nightmare 🥺

Ahh this is so soft!! (And yeah, I'm still taking prompts for 1k word fics!)

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Stede was a bit surprised when he blinked awake to the darkness of their bedroom.

After a lifetime at sea, Ed’s body was used to rising with the dawn. Usually, Ed started shifting with the sun, and his movements stirred Stede, and they were able to wake up together as the early-morning light turned their bedroom pink.

Stede wasn’t sure at first what had woken him up -

Ed’s elbow was nudging him in the ribs, the movement jerky and twitchy.

“Ed?” Frowning, Stede started to sit up, and when the only noise he got in response was a quiet whimper, he hurried to light the lamp on the nightstand.

Ed was still asleep, but it obviously wasn’t peaceful. His body was jerking slightly, his arms kept trying to pull up - like he was trying to raise them to protect himself, Stede realized. His face was twisted with fear, his cheeks were wet, and he kept muttering half-formed sentences, a string of “no” and “don’t” and “please” and “stop.”

Were you supposed to wake people up from a nightmare? Stede thought he’d read once that was dangerous - or was that seizures?

Then Ed made another miserable little whimpering sound, and that made up Stede’s mind for him.

He took one of Ed’s hands and placed his other palm over Ed’s chest, trying to wake him as gently as possible. As much as his brain was screaming at him to bang on Ed’s chest, he didn’t want to scare Ed further by waking him up so harshly.

Ed gasped at Stede’s touch, darting up to a half-sitting position before his eyes were even fully open. His face was nakedly panicked, and when his eyelids opened his eyes were wide and filled with tears, searching Stede’s face wildly.

Recognition hit him belatedly, and Ed crumpled back against the pillows with a ragged sigh.

“Hi,” Stede said quietly. “Are you -”

He was cut off by Ed pracally launching forward into his arms, clenching Stede’s nightshirt in his fingers. Stede wrapped his arms around him on instinct, letting Ed hide his face in the crook of his neck.

“It’s alright,” he whispered. “You’re safe. Did you have a bad dream?”

Ed’s nod was soft and tentative.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ed’s silence was answer enough, and Stede just sighed, resting his cheek against Ed’s forehead. “It’s alright. You don’t have to.”

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” Ed whispered, his voice coming out quiet and reedy.

“Not your fault,” Stede soothed. “I’m glad I was able to help.”

Ed pulled back, scrubbing at his wet cheeks with the back of his hand. “Thank you.”

He looked much calmer already, and although Stede’s heart clenched at the nervous, jittery quality to his movements, it was a far cry from how panicked and afraid he’d looked when he first woke up. It didn’t look like he’d be able to get back to sleep any time soon, though, with how anxious he still looked…

Stede couldn’t help but smile as the idea hit him, and he patted Ed’s knee. “I’ll be right back.”

Ed’s eyes widened. “Please don’t leave me.”

So Stede held out his hand, and he let Ed tuck himself into his side, wrapping a robe around him before leading him to their kitchen to grab the things he needed. Ed didn’t comment as he gathered a couple brooms, both their mops, and some rope, but he got it when Stede started securing the brooms to their bedposts.

“Babe, you’re such a fucking genius,” he groaned, his own tentative smile spreading across his face as he grabbed the quilt tossed over the chair in the corner.

With the brooms and mops secured to the bedposts, they could throw the blanket over them to make their bed into a pretty damn good blanket fort.

“There,” Stede said, satisfied with their work as he lifted the blanket for Ed to crawl inside. It felt safe and secluded, like nothing could get them.

The change in Ed’s body language was a relief. In the darkness of their fort, Stede could only really see the whites of his eyes, but he could feel the crinkle at the corners of his eyes as he smiled, and he could feel the loose-limbed comfort in Ed’s body as he pulled him close.

“Never had anyone do something like this for me before,” Ed admitted quietly.

That was a damned shame, and one Stede intended to try his best to remedy for the rest of their lives.

Ed’s head rested on Stede’s shoulder, and Stede ran his fingers through his hair, humming in contentment as Ed relaxed against him.

“My daughter used to have terrible nightmares,” Stede said. “I used to tell her stories. To help her get back to sleep.”

Ed was so quiet, Stede briefly wondered if he was already asleep.

“Your boyfriend has terrible nightmares,” Ed said, then, very quiet, almost embarrassed. “Maybe you could tell him a story? If you want?”

“Of course.” Stede hoped they’d get to a point, one day, where Ed wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed to ask for comfort. He’d always told Alma the same story, when she was little, and he began quite on autopilot. “There once was a princess named…Ed.”

Ed snorted, and Stede could feel his smile against his skin as he turned his neck to kiss over Stede’s collarbone. “Princess, huh? Is he a pretty princess?”

“The prettiest,” Stede said earnestly. “And this is the story of how Princess Ed saved his entire kingdom by…fishing up the giant monster fish that lived in the sea!”

“Wow,” Ed hummed appreciatively. “Did he have any help? Reckon he couldn’t have gotten far without his boyfriend.”

“Oh, yes,” Stede said. “They helped each other the whole way.”

Ed was asleep well before he could finish the story, but Stede stayed awake for a while after that, just holding his boyfriend in his arms and wondering how he got to be so lucky.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

[tartarusknight]

What if Eddie hadn't run? He had panicked and called the police?

Eddie's life had always been shitty. God, he was born in a shitty home with shitty parents. His mom who got addicted because of his dad. The way they had gotten together because he was a sleezy Douchebag. Trading sex for drugs and accidentally knocking her up. Eddie knew that his mom hated her life but that she was trying to keep living it. She became a stay at home mom and was pushed into loving a man she probably hated.

So, his early childhood actually sucked. But when he turned 11, everything got worse. His dad, the asshole he was took too much one day. It made him mad, angry, violent. His mom had told him to run and hide. So he ran into their living room, opening the old automat and curling up into it. Eddie had listened to her and his dad fight. There was the sound of someone hitting the wall hard and then a snap, and his mom cried out. Then a shot rang out. Eddie had held his breath as something hit the ground, and then the door slammed shut.

Eddie had peaked out and saw his mom lying on the ground. He pulled himself out of there and stumbled over to her. Only she wasn't moving, and there was blood everywhere. "Momma?" He asked and shook her arm. She didn't answer. "Mom?"

There was a knock on his door, someone calling through the door. "Is everything alright? Mel? Ed?" The man called, and Eddie knew that voice. The nice neighbor Kenny, the one him and his mom would go over when his dad wasn't home.

"K-kenny?" He tried to call out as his voice broke. But he couldn't look away from his mom. The way her arm wasn't going the right way and how her chest was caved in. The force of a bullet at a close distance.

The door opened, and he felt Kenny help him up. "Mom," he choked out, and Kenny turned him away. Pulling him into a hug. "She's not - why isn't she- Kenny?"

"It's okay, kid, come on, let's move." Kenny guides him out the door, and they sit on the grass. Kenny looks him over, "I'm going to be right back. Just stay here, okay?" Eddie shrugged and curled in on himself. He thought of his dad running out the door and curled up tighter.

Eddie stayed with Kenny as the police took the case. His dad is on the run, making everything worse. Eventually, his dad's brother showed up, and Eddie had only met him a few times, but when Wayne pulled him into a fierce hug, he held on.

Eddie had watched how his dad was eventually found. Wayne told him how the sentence was worse because he had run from the law. Making any defense impossible.

And Eddie had refused to run after that. He wouldn't run and leave another person behind. He wouldn't run and ruin others' lives with his shit.

Eddie didn't run from the bullies. Eddie didn't run when Wayne figured out he was gay. Eddie didn't run. He made it so people knew they could run to him if they needed. Only when Chrissy Cunningham ran to him, it was hard jot to run. He had started to. He had moved to go, to get out of there. But he had stopped and called the police. He was shaking when he said what happened. Some supernatural bullshit that no one would believe. He had told them out of his trailer, some of his neighbors watching. The Mayfield girl was running for her bike, like he would kill her with his Satan powers.

He tried not to hate himself as the cuffs were tightened. He tried not to regret staying. But as a door to a cell shut behind him and he dropped down onto the tiny cot in the corner, he began to cry. The image of Chrissy mixed with his mom, and he couldn't stop the panic attack.

Eddie had a quiet time for the most part. There was one time when the Cunninghams had tried to get past the police to yell at him, but Powell hadn't let them through. Jason Carver almost forced his way through. His pastor daddy helping but lucky for Eddie, Powell was sticking to his guns. As if Powell was actually trying to get more proof, then just believe that he was a Satanist who summoned the devil to kill Chrissy.

Dustin, Mike, and Max had come in with Steve Harrington of all people driving. But not even the Harrington name and Dustin's begging that Eddie had to be innocent. That Eddie was his friend and a good person. The only person who made it through was Wayne, and that was okay with Eddie.

Wayne listened to his story even if it was beyond belief, and he just nodded his head. He told Eddie of the story of Victor Creel and the way he murdered his family. Eddie listened as he always did when Wayne brought up the supernatural. And Eddie had always kind of believed Wayne. But now that he saw it with his own eyes, he knew it was true.

Wayne believed him and told him how he could've run. Could've taken the easy route. But Wayen was proud of him for doing the right thing. Eddie smiled and told him how he refused to live up to the family name.

Then the next person was found...

#i was trying to figure out the only way Eddie honestly couldve not been hunted and well... #with proof that the murder is still out there they wouldnt really have a right to hold Eddie #i believe they would do the dont leave town shtick but he would be basically a free man #then the others would come asking him for more and both uim and wayne would be sucked into the battle #because let wayne fight! #anyways i dont really have more than this #*shrugs* #stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie needs a hug #knightly talks

[desicroft02]

Falling for Him- Eddie Munson x Fem Plus Sized Reader Chapter 3

You woke up to an unfamiliar pair of arms wrapped around you. You jolted up and looked down only to realize it was Eddie. "Jesus Christ." You laid back down on the bed facing him, wondering why his arms were wrapped around you. "You can take a picture sweetheart, I don't mind." He said groggily opening his eyes. Your eyes widened a bit and you sassily replied "Oh no, I think I'm okay, I don't want nightmares."

"You don't want nightmares of the freak?" He dramatically put his hand over his heart. You laughed and put your arm over his body. After a few minutes of comfortable silence you quietly asked "Why were your arms around me this morning Ed's?" "I dunno, you fell asleep with your arm and leg over me, so you must've moved in your sleep. Did it bother you? Are you okay?" He asked in a panicked voice.

You thought for a moment. "No, I just didn't know why. But if it's fine with you I'd like to go back to bed." You turned your body around, silently wishing he'd wrap his arm around you again. You weren't sure why, but it was comforting having him in a close proximity to you. "Eddie. You can wrap your arm around me again."

He didn't move or say anything, so you scooted your back up to him. "Is it because you want to be the small spoon?" You asked. "No. I just don't want you to regret this and be uncomfortable." He said. "You know damn well I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to." You huffed, somehow scooting closer to him. "Alright sweetheart, but I better not get punched later for this." He wrapped one arm around you, putting his other one underneath your pillow.

"This is really comfy and warm. We should do this more often." You could feel him smile against the back of your head at your remark. "Goodnight Ed's. Wake me up when next Saturday comes." "You want to sleep a whole week and miss school?" "Yeah. I'm tired, and I hate school." He laughed in your ear, sending chills down your body, making you shiver. "Are you cold Y/N?" He asked you.

"I just got the chills out of nowhere, but I'm okay. Can we please sleep now." "Okay okay. Goodnight then, I'll see you Saturday." You let out a laugh and closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his that was snug around you. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt his lips kiss the back of your head. "Goodnight sweetheart, one day I'll get you to realize how perfect you are." Your cheeks began heating up ferociously, and you couldn't stop the smile that was quickly forming on your face. "Goodnight Eddie."

He shot up immediately and looked down at you wide-eyed. "You heard that?" "Yeah, but what's the problem?" You asked turning towards him. "Why would you say it if you didn't want me to hear it?" He rubbed the back of his neck, ignoring your stare. "It's not that I didn't want you to hear it, but I don't know. I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you."

You sat up, grabbing his face gently to make him look at you. "Ed's, I don't think you're taking advantage of me, I promise. I'm just baffled that you keep telling me I'm perfect. Like I don't get it; I'm naive, fat, ugly, and a burden." He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, cupping your face with his hands. "Y/N you aren't though. You're gorgeous, smart, funny, and you care about others so much. You have a beautiful soul, and I think that's my favorite thing about you."

Tears slipped from your eyes, and Eddie wiped them away with his thumbs. "You really think of me like that?" You whispered in disbelief. "Yes I really do Y/N." His brown orbs were staring deeply into yours, and they flickered down to your lips. You were mesmerized by the speckles of light brown in his eyes, and the way they twinkled as he stared at you.

His breath fanned your face, and his lips were millimeters away from yours. "Can I kiss you?" You were overwhelmed by the feeling in your body and didn't know what to think, so; you didn't. You connected your lips with his, feeling how soft, plump, and warm they were. Another wave of chills and tingles went through your body, making you grab the back of his head to make the kiss deeper. Your body felt like it was on fire and you couldn't breathe, but you didn't want to stop.

He was the first to pull away, his face red as the devil on his hellfire shirt. "Was that okay?" You caught your breath before replying "It was more than okay." You wrapped him into a hug, pulling him down on the bed next to you to sleep. "Can we actually sleep now Ed's? It's comforting feeling your arms around me." "Anything you want darling." Once again, his arm was around you and his face was buried in your hair. You felt at ease with him. After basking in the relaxation you felt, you quickly fell asleep.

Sorry this one was so short, it's been a rough week.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x y/n #strangerthings fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ I overfloweth with love for literate!Ed and decided to bring my little hc about him to life.

For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “It's alright, I'm here now." A long time ago, Edward Teach took shelter in another bathtub, and his mother taught him about farm animals. (*also inspired by that one post about reading with your child. PLEASE link me if you know it) Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters/Relationships: Edward Teach & Mother Teach Tags: Hurt/Comfort, mild CW for some implied DV and internalised self hatred & racism similar to canon.

Also on AO3 (~700wd)

Charm

He didn’t mean to do it. He honestly didn’t, but he was tired and bored and the plates were slippery and soapy and the water was hot and it had just. Happened. Fallen and cracked on the floor and he’d panicked.

So now he was hiding in the bathroom waiting for someone to come and find him. His master or his father probably, he wasn’t sure which was going to be worse. He was too small to fight them but too young to have given up on feeling every bit of that smallness, that fear, those bruises. They were right, he was stupid, he was useless, he was a dirty street rat and hiding under the broken sink in the cobwebs and mildew until they came for him was what he deserved.

But tonight, it’s not what he got.

He got a quiet knock at the door.

“Edward?”

He lifted his head.

“Mama?” His voice came out a little squeak - good for a little rat. He hated it. But he didn’t hate it as much when she was there.

Gently, his mother pushed the door open. Her eyes softened, seeing him cowering there in the dirt, and she blinked back tears and rushed forward to sweep him out of his hiding place into her arms. It was so hard to protect him in this life. Every day it broke her heart. But every day he clung back to her and it kept beating.

“Tama, taku tama,” she whispered. “Edward…”

“I panicked,” he confessed.

“I know, love,” she crooned. “It’s alright, I’m here now.”

She kissed the top of his head, and pulled back just enough to look him in his big, sad eyes. She wiped the tears from his cheeks, and smiled sadly, until he smiled back. It crept onto his face at first, uncertain, but the sight of it filled her heart with healing. Her own smile widened and his did too, and at that - at that, she could sing. 

She could not, of course, sing. Not here. Not now. But what she could do was bring out a little book she had secreted into the pockets of her skirt, and whisper conspiratorially;

“I have a present for you.”

Edward’s eyes widened. On the cover was a picture of a horse, prancing, beautiful. It was so delicately drawn and most definitely forbidden. But it was his mother, and she was magic.

“Come on. Let’s read.”

Resolute, his mother picked him up off the floor. Neither were ready to leave this little sanctuary, so she plopped them both into the big old tub. It had fallen into disrepair some time ago, but her skirts would protect them from any cracks or cobwebs. They were a working woman’s clothes, and like the woman herself, they endured.

Edward tucked himself into her lap and grabbed at her sleeve and her weathered hands, eager to follow as she pointed and talked him slowly through the words on the cover of the book: A Day at the Farm.

“Farrrrm,” he repeated.

“What other words sound like that one?” his mother asked. “How about - arm?”

She pointed at her arm. Traced upon it the letters, a, r, m. 

“H-arm,” Edward suggested. He moved to draw them out too, but his mother caught his hand. She pressed her lips together, trying not to think about how much it hurt.

“How about ch-arm?” she suggested, leading him through drawing those characters instead.

“What’s that?” Edward asked.

“It’s like… when someone is nice to you,” his mother explained. “Usually someone who’s very attractive and lovely.”

“You mean like in a fairy story? Like Prince Charming?”

“Yes, exactly.”

He pondered this for a moment.

“Can other people be charming?” he asked. “Like, people who aren’t princes?”

“Of course they can, my love.”

“Oh. Cool.” He nodded. “Is this a fairy story?”

No, she almost told him. This is a simple story about a simple boy and his simple farm. This is a story about us. Actually, it’s about people much higher up and better off than us, even though they’re just a simple family on a simple farm.

But tonight, that’s not what she did.

“I suppose we’ll have to read on,” she said, “and find out.”

#fictober23 #edward teach #ed teach #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #clara's fic tag

[asimpforthe80s]

'Merry Christmas, Baby'

Starring: Eddie Munson, Y/N, and Wayne Munson.

Warnings: suggestive language. Stripping down to your underwear. Eddie's towel slipped down while proposing. Swearing. Proposal. Palming. Eddie Munson being dorky. Cumming in his boxers.

It was Christmas Eve, and you had agreed with Eddie that the two of you were going to ditch your parents to celebrate with him and Wayne, Eddie's uncle.

You had just finished packing some clothes and presents. After putting them in your car, you texted Eddie that you'd be at his place for cuddles and hot chocolate in a few minutes. He had, of course, not cleaned his room. So now he was panic-cleaning while you were just mere minutes away. He was still panicking when there was a knock at the door, and he rushed over to open it.

When he did he was greeted by you.

"Hi!" He said, a bit out of breath. "Hey, baby." You giggled at his panicked expression. "W-well, I'm glad you're here. You wouldn't believe the state I keep my room in." He said.

Eddie moved out of the way to let you inside. He was still slightly out of breath and a bit red in the face. "Oh, I already know.. but it doesn't bother me." Seeing that you were OK with it made Eddie smile. Your acceptance and understanding made him feel good.

Eddie didn't want you to see the state of his room so he was about to close the door behind you.

"Hey, baby, can I ask you something?" He asked. "Hm? Yeah, sure, eds?"

"Do you mind if I grab a quick shower and change my clothes before we cuddle and have some hot chocolate?" Eddie asked, a bit embarrassed to ask such a thing. "Go ahead! I was planning on stealing some of your clothes to wear anyway." You smiled, kissing his cheek. Eddie chuckled to himself. He loved the way you stole his clothes and just didn't seem to care that you were wearing them all the time.

"Alright, I'll be right back, baby." Eddie said, walking off towards the bathroom. While going through his clothes, you found something that resembled a small jewelry box. And as the snoopy person you are, you opened it. There was actually a wedding ring in there.

You and Eddie had been together for a few couple of years, but you didn't expect him to propose any time soon. It melted your heart thinking about it. You knew Eddie was very serious about you, but you didn't expect him to be thinking about getting married anytime soon.

When you saw the ring box, your heart skipped a beat and your hands started to quiver.

Your nerves got the better of you as you looked around, hoping Eddie didn't notice how excited you were.

You hoped Eddie had planned to propose to you that night. After calming yourself down, you picked out one of the many band t-shirts he had and a pair of his pj-pants. As you were changing, you couldn't stop yourself from staring at the ring box.

You were so anxious about the whole thing, and the wait was making you go insane.

A few minutes later, you heard the shower get turned off in the bathroom, and then Eddie opened the door. He stepped out of the bathroom, and your eyes locked on him. Of course, you had put on a shirt that Eddie loved to fuck your brains out in. When Eddie saw you he smiled, loving the way you looked in one of his shirts.

The shower water was still dripping off of his skin as he stepped over towards you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tightly against his bare chest. You smiled and looked up at him. "I love you." Eddie said, his voice filled with love and joy as he looked down at you.

Eddie then bent over to kiss you softly on the lips. "Mh.. love you too.." you murmured into the kiss. The kiss continued for awhile, neither of you wanting the moment to end.

Eventually, Eddie pulled away. He looked at you for a long time, as if he was contemplating something. "How you feelin?"

"It's hard to explain. There's this sense of tranquility that fills me when I'm with you, and it makes me feel so at ease." Eddie replied.

"I love you so much. And I want to continue this feeling for years and years to come." You felt yourself melt at his words and how loving it sounded. "Aw.. I love you too.. You're gonna make me cry.." you sniffed. Seeing how emotional you were made him feel proud and happy.

"There's something I want to ask you, baby. But I want to do it right." Eddie said.

He let you go, and got down on one knee in front of you. "And without clothes on? Only a towel?" You laughed. "That wasn't exactly what I was planning." Eddie said, his cheeks reddling slightly.

Your mind kept trailing off, distracted by the way he looked in the towel.

"Please take this seriously, baby." He said, with a slightly flirtatious tone. "I am.. it's just a little funny seeing you down on your knees with only a towel." He rolled his eyes and laughed at you. Then he stopped, and his expression became serious.

"Will you marry me?"

There it was, you were now getting proposed to.

All the months, and years you have been spending together has finally led to this special moment. You giggled and nodded. "Yeah.. I'll marry you.." Tears started to form in your eyes, which were interrupted by your loud laughter. Eddie's towel slipped right as you said yes, and your laughter made him blush even more that he already was.

"Are you making fun of me?" He asked with a soft and playful tone.

His blushing cheeks were extremely noticeable because of how red it was. "Maybe!" You laughed, putting the ring on your own finger. Eddie chuckled, getting back to his feet and standing next to you. Once you slipped the ring on your finger he took your hand and kissed it.

"My soon-to-be wife is a silly girl," he teased, smiling at you. "And my soon-to-be husband is naked while his uncle is in the living room." You giggled. Eddie laughed, covering his face with one hand to hide his burning cheeks.

"Please don't make fun of me in front of Wayne, at least. I'll never live this one down." He said, trying to play off the situation. "Oh, I'll make sure you won't!"

"Be nice to me, baby," he said, looking at you with a pout face.

Eddie's pout face had always made you feel guilty, because he just looked too cute doing it. "Aw.. no fair.." You competed with his pout.

"Please?" Eddie asked, sounding very cute.

Eddie knew how to work your heart. Even though you knew the pout face was just an act, you couldn't deny him anything whenever he made the pout face. "Fine, cause you sound so adorable, I will only tell Steve, Robin and Gareth."

"You wouldn't do that, would you?" Eddie asked.

Eddie was very familiar with the way you teased him sometimes, so he should have realized you were going to do this.

"If you tease me and tell those three, I'm going to take back my marriage proposal and run away." He said, pouting even harder. You decided to be real mean and start fake-crying in the most real looking way. Eddie didn't realize you were joking, and his pout face quickly faded away.

"Baby, don't cry, please." He said, moving towards you, and trying to hug you.

He didn't want to hear or see you crying ever. You hugged him back with a smile, which turned into a laughter. You have pulled this trick on him before. The one time you really wanted one of his hoodies, which were gigantic on you, you cried so realistically that he believed he actually broke your heart. Eddie laughed when he realized that you were messing with him. "You really had me for a second there." He said.

This trick you pulled on him was something you pulled on him on multiple occasions. Whenever you wanted something from him, you could just do this trick and it'll work, every single time.

"But please don't joke about that stuff, baby. It gets me worried and anxious." He said, kissing your cheek. "Yeah, and the thought of you leaving me is one that'll easily make me cry any day." You argued. It was a good reason, to be honest. Eddie leaving you was the only thought that'd actually make you break down. Eddie chuckled at your arguments and the way you defended yourself. "I'm not going to leave you, baby. You know that." He said, moving closer.

The thought of losing you was just as troubling to him as it was for you. He wanted nothing more than to grow old with you and be by your side no matter what. "Mmh.. yeah.." You rested your head in the crook of his neck. Eddie kissed your forehead and hugged you even tighter. The way you were resting against him made him wish you could live like this forever.

"How about we cuddle and have some hot chocolate now, baby?" He asked. "That'd be amazing." Pulling away from his neck, you smiled. Eddie smiled back, and grabbed your hand.

"I love spending time with you." He said, and then he started to walk out of the room. "Wait, wait, wait!" You almost yelled. Eddie immediately stopped, looking back at you with a questioning look.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked, trying to hide a slight chuckle. "Eds, you're naked and Wayne's in the living room.. which is also the kitchen for some reason.." Eddie's eyes widened, and he quickly looked down to see he was naked except for the towel, which was also slipping off of his body.

"Oh, I forgot that Wayne's still here." Eddie said, pulling the towel tight to try and cover himself up. "God, damnit.. just put on some fucking clothes.." you facepalmed with a sigh. Eddie laughed as you told him to put some clothes on. He was glad he could make you laugh so easily.

"Fine, fine," he said.

He quickly went into the bathroom and grabbed his clothes, putting them on quickly and coming back to you. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" You nudged his shoulder and took his hand, leading him out to the kitchen/living room. "I guess not." Eddie said, with his pout face still visible on his face.

Walking into the living room he saw Wayne sitting on the couch with a coffee, smiling when he saw the two of you. "Hey, Uncle Wayne!" You smiled. Wayne had insisted on you calling him 'uncle' even tho you weren't family- yet. Wayne smiled back and waved at you. "I take it that it's safe to assume that his proposal was accepted then?" Wayne asked, his tone making it sound a bit playful.

Eddie chuckled and nodded his head, "Yeah, she agreed to marry me." You smiled at Wayne. "Of course! I can't let this dingus go un-married for much longer, can I?" You joked. Wayne laughed at the way you were poking fun at Eddie. Though Eddie was used to it, he couldn't help but blush a little at how you were teasing him.

"So, when's the wedding going to be?" Wayne asked. "Uhhh..." You looked at Eddie. "Bae?" Eddie was slightly relieved when Wayne asked you instead of him. Though Eddie had the plan for the wedding already decided, he didn't know how to express it.

"Uhm, well, I was thinking maybe we could get married on New Years?" Eddie said. "Oh my fucking god... you're a genius!" You said exited. "I gotta call the girls! Get myself all preppy and metal f'you, huh?" Eddie laughed at your excited and energetic reaction. He was really glad you liked the idea of getting married on New Years.

"I don't see why not. It's a perfect night for a wedding, and it's not so far from now." Eddie shrugged.

Wayne chuckled and got up from the couch, walking over towards you both with a grin on his face.

"I think this calls for something special." Wayne said, grabbing a bottle of champagne which was sitting on the counter. "Yeah!" You giggled. Wayne popped the cork off the champagne bottle and then poured a little bit into 3 glasses.

"A toast!" Wayne said, passing one glass to you and another to Eddie. "Here's to you two getting married on New Years!"

Wayne raised his glass in the air, and Eddie and you did the same. With a 'cheers!' You all took a sip of champagne. The champagne was sweet and bubbly, and had a slight alcoholic taste to it, which made it easy to drink.

You three celebrated the great news of Eddie's proposal, which would lead to your wedding in a few days.

A few hours later it was almost midnight, and the three of you were still together in the living room, talking and laughing. "Wait, it's Christmas for hells sake!" You suddenly boosted out. Eddie laughed at the sudden mention of Christmas, which seemed to have been forgotten a while ago.

"Oh right, it's Christmas today." Eddie said.

"Yeah, we sort of forgot about that." Wayne admitted, chuckling. "Yeah." You laughed. "How 'bout you open my present? I know you told me not to get you anything, but I had to.. it looked too much like your style for me not to." You pouted and handed Eddie a nicely wrapped gift. Eddie had made it clear to you he didn't want gifts from you, but he smiled when you talked about how you couldn't resist giving him one due to how well it suited him.

He then took your gift and held it out towards you.

"Are you sure you want me to open it?" He asked, as he thought you might have bought the present due to his insistence that he doesn't want to exchange gifts. "Yes, dingus!" You smiled. Eddie smiled at the way you were teasing him, and nodded his head. He began to tear the wrapping paper off, eager to see what you got him. You had gotten him something he wanted for quite a while now. Something he had practically drooled over at the store. Eddie tore away more of the wrapping paper. He was so intrigued to see what you bought him.

Eddie could feel his heart racing as he got closer and closer to revealing what you purchased. You had gotten him a Metallica album discography and a detailed drawing of the band that you'd done yourself. Eddie was stunned when he saw the present you gave him. He didn't know you had even started working on the drawing or even had the money to purchase the album.

Eddie's jaw was practically on the floor as he looked at each item.

"I, like, I don't- I don't even know what to say." Eddie said, finding it hard to form words with the amount of shock and surprise he felt. "I know, eds." You smiled. "I have another one for you in the bedroom if you catch what I'm saying?" You smirked and winked at him. Eddie chuckled when you started giggling and winking at him.

"I think I get the picture." Eddie said, looking at you. You were definitely up to something with your flirtatious behavior and little smirks with what you said.

Eddie wasn't sure what you were implying, but he knew it was something fun. "Wayne, uhm.. mind going out for a little while?" You giggled. Wayne started laughing as well when he saw the way both you and Eddie had looks of excitement and happiness on your faces. He immediately knew what was going to take place soon.

"Okay, I'll be heading out then." Wayne said with a smirk.

Then he waved at the two of you before he started walking out of the room. As soon as Wayne got out the front door, you took Eddie's hand and led him to his bedroom. Eddie was excited to see what you had planned for him. He followed you all the way to his bedroom, which was where you seemed to want to go the whole time.

Once you reached his room, Eddie shut the door, allowing for the both of you to have some privacy. You made him sit down on the edge of his bed. Eddie noticed the way you made him sit down on the edge of his bed, which made him wonder what you had in store for him.

"So, uh, what is it that you want to show me?" Eddie asked. Though, he had a feeling that you didn't just want to show him something, but to do something to him. "Wanna unwrap your gift, big boy?" You said in a tone Eddie always said was incredibly sexy. Eddie laughed at the way you were speaking at the moment. Though your tone always made his heart race, what made it even better was the combination with what you said.

"Yes, I guess I would." Eddie said, with a smirk on his face and the same flirtatious tone in his voice. As he got you out of your clothes, he noticed that you had on a set of red lace, something he loved. Eddie got flustered once he saw you were wearing a red lace set of clothing. He wasn't expecting it at all.

Red lace was something he absolutely loved, and something he wished you would wear more. So, seeing it now put him in such euphoria.

You made him blush so hard that he didn't even know what to say.

"Uh-uhm-I don't- wow." Eddie said, unable to form more words as he looked at you with a bright red blush covering his face. "Something wrong, big boy?" Your voice was dripping with lust as you spoke. Eddie couldn't find his words again as he saw you looking at him with a playful and seductive tone. Your tone got him all flustered, especially the way you mentioned him being your big boy.

"No, I'm fine." Eddie said, finally managing to form some words. "I'm just speechless." You smirked and leaned to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you stuff me like a little present tonight, hm?" Eddie's blush started to spread even more as you whispered into his ear. It was quite obvious that you were trying to turn him on, and it was really working.

Eddie couldn't say a single thing that wasn't extremely flirtatious.

"I think I can manage that," Eddie said as you felt his hot breath hit the top of your neck. You rubbed the clothed bulge in his pants, which were gradually getting bigger with each touch from your silky smooth hands. Eddie exhaled a deep breath as you rubbed him through his trousers. Your touch driving him over the edge already, and just like that, he came in his pants.

Let's just say that wasn't the only time he came that night. And his boxers weren't the only thing he came in.

[eddiebillysteve]

cat and mouse

(( harringrove prison au ))

chapter four | find chapter one + chapter two + chapter three here

pairing | billy hargrove/steve harrington (+ billy hargrove/eddie munson + billy hargrove/eddie munson/steve harrington)

summary | steve's first trip to the showers results in meeting billy's old cellie, eddie munson

a/n | i'm a slut for harringroveson / mungrove / steddie / harringrove so of course i had to bring eddie into this. there's enough cock of billy to go around for both eddie and steve, or so billy believes (but also if you aren't into eddie dw bc there's more harringrove coming i promise). anywAY FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME OR SEND ASKS OR COMMENT BECAUSE REACTIONS TO MY WRITING KEEPS ME ALIVE XXX find it on ao3 here !!

warnings | dom/sub talk, billy considering steve his 'property', daddy kink, steve being a gay panicked confused mess, bottom bitch!eddie and steve, quick mention of suic*de, dark/dom billy hargrove bc he wants to turn steve into his bitch, stuff like that !!

“Get lost. Hargrove’s coming.” 

Billy could hear the shout from down the hall. It was followed by a few dozen men, some still in towels, rushing out of the shower room. Guards shouted at them for making the floors wet, for not changing into their dry uniforms, but they didn’t care enough to chase after them. 

Everyone knew the drill, including the officers. Billy had the showers to himself and whoever he allowed in every morning unless the straggler was looking to be fought or used as a toy meant to be passed around. 

Steve twisted his head to look over his shoulder at the men hurrying past him. He didn’t understand what was happening, what all the commotion was about. 

“You’re quite lucky, Stevie. You won’t have two dozen eyes on you today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today,” Billy snickered a bit, holding open the shower block door and making a grand gesture for Steve to go in before him. There were a few people left inside— Argyle and Jonathan were under one of the streams in the shower room, busy getting handsy to have a good, wet start to their day, and there was one boy left in the changing area. He was just pulling his shirt over his head when they walked in. 

“Who’s this?” He immediately asked, stopping with his sweatshirt in his hands to look over Steve. He had the messiest, curly hair, and tattoos littered over his chest. Steve thought he was a bit lanky and pale, but he was attractive. So much so that Steve had to force his eyes to the floor to keep from blushing. 

He didn’t understand why he was suddenly thinking boys were pretty. 

“My new pet,” Billy’s mouth grew into a playful grin. “You jealous, Eds? You know I’ve still got time for you, baby.” 

Steve glanced back up again. Eds. He wondered what it was short for— possibly Edward or Eddie. 

The man scoffed and flung the sweatshirt at Billy’s chest. Perhaps he was a little jealous, but he’d never admit it. “In your fucking dreams, Hargrove.”

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart. I’ve got enough cock to go around,” Billy was grinning from ear to ear and he tossed the sweatshirt onto one of the benches before pulling his own off. 

Steve thought he was going to pass out. He had gotten naked in the school showers after practice countless times, but the situation he was currently in felt so different. He knew they were going to devour him the second he got naked, fuck him with their eyes. He took a step backwards, debating making a run for it. 

“Hey, big boy, you alright?”

The voice of Eds was directed at him now, and Steve looked up. The boy looked fairly young, maybe in his early twenties, with an energy so soft that Steve wanted to collapse and cry into his arms. 

“Sit down a minute. Jesus Christ, you look like you’re ready to pass out,” Eddie muttered a bit, reaching to gently grab Steve’s arm and pull him to sit on the bench. He completely ignored Billy, who was stripping right off into all his naked glory. 

He had a good body. A really good body. Every muscle was defined; the first time Eddie had saw him naked, he’d asked which God had hand sculpted him. It was the only explanation to how perfect he was. 

“How long have you been in?” He tried again, smacking at Billy’s hands when they went to the band of his sweatpants. He was trying to calm Steve down and didn’t need to be stripped naked because Billy was in a mood. “What’s your name?” 

“Steve,” He mumbled, eyes glued to the tiles on the floor. There was a massive crack in the one right by his right foot and he wondered how it happened, if some man had been shoved to the floor and it had cracked when coming in contact with his skull. 

He was yanked right out of his thoughts when Billy grabbed his chin and forced his eyes up. “What were my rules, huh? You need a refresher? ‘Cause you just broke one, pretty boy.” 

“Would you piss off for a second?” Eddie pulled Billy’s hand from Steve’s chin. The poor boy looked as fragile as a glass doll. “Just go check on Argyle or something. Give us a damn minute.” 

“Someone’s found an attitude since they’ve left my cell,” Billy narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “Your new daddy not doing a real good job at correcting you, Munson? Pathetic. I’ll have to teach him how to properly handle you.” 

Eddie gave him a bit of a bored look before nodding his head towards the showers. 

Steve could barely believe it when Billy headed towards them, but only after clicking his tongue in disapproval. It was obvious he had some sort of relationship with the curly haired boy, and for a second he wondered if he would be in Eddie’s position in a few years. 

Years. He was going to be locked up for years. 

“Hey. It’s okay,” Eddie quickly sat on the bench beside Steve. “This is your first morning, isn’t it? And he’s brought you here already.” He rolled his eyes a little. “Listen, Billy’s not that bad. You just have to do what he says, and he’ll look after you. I was his cellie for years, they transferred me to another cell a few weeks ago. It’s really hard at first, but it gets easier. There’s even some fun moments sometimes.” 

“Billy?” Steve looked over his face. 

“Shit. Hargrove. I meant Hargrove. Don’t call him that,” Eddie ran a hand through his hair, holding onto the curls for a second. He shouldn’t have slipped up. No one got to call him by his first name except for him in private. “Just listen to his rules and do whatever it is he wants to do and it’ll be much better for you.”

“I don’t want to,” Steve felt like he was on the verge of tears again. He hadn’t cried in years, yet he felt like he hadn’t stopped in the last twenty four hours. “I can’t do this. I’m not meant to be in here, I’m not like these people. I just made a mistake.”

“We’ve all just made mistakes. My life is one big mistake. But you don’t have a choice. You can’t leave, and if you try to kill yourself, they lock you in this empty room and take away your clothes and just leave you there with nothing but a toilet. You have to deal with it. The less of a reaction you give and the stronger you look, the better,” Eddie tried to quickly explain, glancing over towards the showers. He could see Billy strolling back towards them. “Just do what he says, alright? It’s going to be okay.” 

“Your girl talk over?” Billy taunted once he was close enough, simple stroll turning into a stalk as he moved closer to them.

It was only then that Steve really got a look at his entire body, not just the upper half, and he was positive his cheeks has burst into flames. He didn’t know why he was affected by it when he’s seen so many of his teammates naked in the past without any sort of reaction, but he internally begged his body not to send any blood down south. 

He wouldn’t survive them seeing him with a hard on not even twenty four hours after arriving, surely. 

“Just trying to make him feel a bit better, since you clearly aren’t concerned. He’s about to break into a million pieces,” Eddie frowned at Billy. 

“Good. That’s what I want,” Billy smirked and didn’t stop moving until he was in front of the bench they were both sitting on. He was wet, his body glimmering and hair sticking to him, and Steve couldn’t look at him. He stared at his feet, instead. “Stevie. Baby,” his voice was suddenly soft, a gentle coo, almost like a song. “Stand up. Time for a wash.” 

When Steve didn’t immediately stand, Billy pulled him up and reached for his top. “I know you’re hiding something real good under there, sweetheart. Let me see my new property.” 

“Why’ve you got to be such an ass?” Eddie asked. “He’s scared. Go easy on him.” 

“I’m going to let you off with one last warning to lose the attitude, sweetheart. I know you’re jealous, but I’m two words away from bending you over the bench and going to fucking town on your ass if you don’t knock it off,” Billy hissed at him, eyes sliding down Steve’s now bare torso. He wasn’t expecting chest hair and was pleasantly surprised. He and Eddie both had fairly smooth chests. “I’m busy with my new toy. Go have a shower, suck my cock, or shut the fuck up.” Eddie grumbled under his breath a bit and Billy finally looked at him. “What was that? Didn’t quite catch it, Eds.” 

“Nothing,” Eddie stood back up and pulled off his bottoms in one go, adding them to the pile he’d started with his top. “Didn’t say anything.” 

“Didn’t think so,” Billy glanced him up and down before his attention was back on Steve. He was still obsessed with Eddie’s body, and he would never not be, but he had a shiny new toy in front of him that he was about to get a look at for the first time. “Go on then, baby. Be a good boy and push ‘em down for me. Or do you want Daddy to help you?” He faked a pout, voice coaxing all over again, and Steve was sure he was a few seconds away from passing out again. 

There was blood rushing to the place he definitely did not want any, and Billy was about to see that his body was reacting to the words and the fear even though he so desperately was trying not to. 

It was the worst betrayal he’d ever felt. It made his stomach churn. He tried thinking about horrible things that’d turn him off, but it didn’t work fast enough. Billy impatiently went ahead and pushed his bottoms over his hips and to his ankles, devouring every last inch of skin as it was revealed. 

Steve wanted the ground to swallow him up. 

“Well, well, well. I don’t think he’s as delicate as you claim he is, Munson,” Billy was smirking, eyes directly on Steve’s cock. Harrington had tried to cover himself originally, but Billy had very quickly gripped his wrists and held them away so his view wasn’t blocked. “What’s done it for you, Stevie, huh? You like me calling myself Daddy? Or is it Eddie that you’re into? You like how soft he is? I’ll tell you, baby, he’s not like that in bed. I’ve trained him real good. He likes being passed around in the showers and treated like a little whore.” 

Steve squeezed his eyes shut. He wished he didn’t have to hear it, but mostly that the words didn’t go straight to his cock. He had never felt so much like a disaster, like a mistake, in his entire life. If Eddie’s whole life was a mistake, his was, too, he decided. 

“Please, you’re scaring him,” Eddie’s voice was quiet that time and he moved forward to touch his hand to Billy’s waist. He took only the quickest look at Steve’s body while his eyes were shut. “Come on, Hargrove. Take him in, we could all do with a wash.” He’d had to really focus on not calling him Bills like he was so used to doing in private. 

Billy silently debated for a moment, still staring at Steve’s lower half. He respected Eddie, loved him even. He’d been taken out of his cell when Argyle had fucked something up with the warden’s order and had only been able to get him his gear a day late. He’d lost his mind and ended up in solitary confinement for a night to calm down, but he was still able to see and play with Eddie every day. Their relationship wasn’t thrown out the window. 

It was just making room for one more. 

“Alright. I’ve got an idea,” his smirk curled into a grin and he weaved his fingers through one of Steve’s hands to pull him towards the shower rooms. Even though it was only the five of them present, all the streams had been turned on. It was steamy from the heat, and normally would have been packed with slick bodies, but not while Billy was around— unless he was in the scattered mood for an orgy. 

Eddie followed behind them. He was going to do the best he could to protect Steve, to carefully talk Billy down from being brutal. 

“I’m gonna give you two choices, Sweetheart. I’m fine with either, just so you know,” Billy started, situating Steve under the stream so he’d get soaking wet. The warm water felt good against his skin and Steve took a second to enjoy it before Billy was clearing his throat to grab his attention back. “Option one. You get down on your knees and suck my cock here in the showers where Eddie can help you and soothe you and make you feel better,” he rolled his eyes a bit. “If you do a good job, I’ll wash your hair and give you a scrub and make you feel real nice.” Billy touched Steve’s cheek, rubbing his knuckles across the soft skin. “Or option two, I can leave you alone to have a shower on your own, and then when we get back to the cell, I’ll fuck your face until you vomit and then some. Your choice, baby. Up to you if you want me to be nice and soft or not.” 

“Can’t you just wait a bit? Ease him into it? He hasn’t even been here a full day,” Eddie murmured, coming up from behind him in hopes of distracting him. He slid his arms around his waist, pressing his front to Billy’s back. “You can play with me instead. Please?” 

“Oh, I will play with you, baby,” Billy murmured. His free hand went to rub over Eddie’s arm that was holding his waist, scratching his nails along the skin. His eyes were glued to Steve’s frightened face, though. “You’ll have to teach him how to please me, Eds. Might save him a whole lotta pain.” 

“I will,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Billy’s shoulder. “He can watch. I can show him just how you like it, Daddy.” His mouth moved up the curve of his skin, pressing kisses as he went along. He knew not to leave any marks, though; he’d learned that lesson years ago. 

“Fine.” Billy dropped his hand from Steve’s face to look at Eddie over his shoulder. “On your knees. Now.” 

#harringrove #mungrove #harringroveson #harringrove fic #harringrove au #harringroveson fic #harringrove fanfiction #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy x steve #billy x eddie #billy x steve x eddie #my writing

[dailyreverie]

May I please have Bucky and #20 on Fall prompts.

🥺❤

Autumn Leaves

A/N: I really wanted to use the Ed Sheeran song for this but that song is angsty AF what the hell I didn't remember it being so sad??? So I'm just using the title for this. Anyway... thank you so much for your request! Here we have a very grumpy Bucky just trying his best 🥺🍂

20. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”

🎃 REQUEST YOUR FALL PROMPT 🍂

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 874 words

[gif by @dailybuckybarnes]

Bucky was rushing through the crowded streets, only stopping every few steps to check that you were still behind him. And you are, every time, mumbling something about his grumpy-ass face - your words, not his. It happens every time you take on missions together, he knew that, always walking in long strides a couple of feet in front of you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes scanning his surroundings before that land back on you again.

It's not like he doesn't trust you, on the contrary, Bucky likes going on missions with you even when they come with a knowing wink from Steve. "You gotta do something about it," Steve warns every time. It, of course, being the way his heart feels like it might burst out of his chest whenever you are around - his words, this time.

The answer is always a sigh, followed by a longing "I can't."

Besides that, he knows what a good team you make and how capable you are, but there's something about you being so close to the imminent threat that might be hiding around every corner that makes him insanely paranoid. He might look mad, but without you even realizing it, he enters into a full protective mode whenever it comes to you.

He can't let anything happen, not to you, not when you make him feel like he does whenever you are near.

The crowd finally disappeared when you decided to go through a park. The wind was making the leaves above you fly over your heads as if they were traveling from branch to branch, a beautiful fall in New York. Bucky couldn't have cared less, with his boots crushing against the leaves that lay dry and crisp on the floor as he guided you both to your next task.

"Wait, Buck! Just give me a sec!" You shout at him as you spot a coffee cart a block away. Fall was now on full blast, making your fingers cold and your nose runny.

"Are you kidding me?" Completely panicked, he follows you down the street aware of his every surrounding. "You can't just leave." He reprimanded you, grabbing your arm to stop you even though you were already ordering.

"I'm cold. I'm just getting some coffee." You replied as if it wasn't a big deal, as if there wasn't a chance that you could be being followed.

A drink just like yours also made its way to his hands, taking him by surprise but still murmuring a quick thanks. "This still doesn't mean you can run away like that," Bucky added before taking a sip.

His voice is too filled with worry for you not to notice, and he is walking too quickly to notice the small smile that plays on your lips. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to keep warm."

"We don't know these people, they could be insane and I'm not taking any chances," Bucky warned again, only turning his body slightly to talk to you. You were back at the park, and with the wind still going strong against the branches, a leaf had flown all the way down and onto his hair.

"Hey, Buck, you have-"

"What is it now?" Bucky interrupted. He turned around again, a serious look on his face as he kept lecturing about the importance of the mission. "You can walk around the city on your day off, alright? But right now, we need to focus and-" His words were cut-off when he met your face again, you were biting your lip trying to stop a smile, but your wide eyes looking up at him gave away the fact that you were trying hard not to say something.

His cheeks feel immediately warmer, suddenly very aware of himself, very aware that you are looking straight at him. "What?" He asked, his voice now calmer but still nervous. He would never get used to you looking at him like that, with a smile and a kind gaze even when he is being his usual difficult self.

"There's a... uuhm..." You tried pointing at it but it was easier to do it yourself, so, taking a step closer to him, your hand reached up to his head. Bucky felt himself freeze, his breath hitching in his throat, not able to move when he had you so close to him; with your sweet scent and your delicate touch on him, he had already lost track of whatever reprimand he had going on. "...there's a leaf in your hair."

You caught the orange leaf in your fingers, showing it to Bucky with a smile before letting it slide to the floor. He was hoping you would be the one to step away from him after, to go back to walking, but as he feels his eyes locked on you, he can see yours are stuck on him too.

A small smile began to form on your lips and you finally blinked, straightening his jacket with your free hand as you took in a deep breath.

"Thanks," was the only thing Bucky could say, his throat feeling suddenly dry.

Standing on your tiptoes and your hand pressed on his chest, your lips reached his warm cheek. "Any time, Buck."

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[swordofpevensie]

Ten Words & Two Sentences (King Edmund The Just)

warnings: fluff. flirting. king edmund is complimented for the first time. y/n is a princette and reffered as they/them.

a/n: hi i just love edmund and think he deserves happiness. pls tell me what you think. english isn't my native language so if there's any mistake, feel free to correct me.♡ requests are open! .｡*♡

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“Edmund stop playing with your hair! It already looks good! Edmund, stop touching it!”

As he was looking at the mirror, Edmund heard Lucy's giggle. Queen Lucy had always enjoyed it when her sister scolded her brothers.

“What? I'm just-”

“Ed!”

When he heard his sister's truly angry voice, King Edmund stopped touching his hair. He knew that if he didn't listen to Queen Susan while using that tone, then he'd be in trouble.

Standing in front of the big mirror with gold and shining frame, King Edmund had been looking at himself for almost fifteen minutes. Today was a big day and he was excited. He was really excited.

Today was the day when Princette Y/N was going to visit Cair Paravel and Edmund had his eyes on them for a very long time. It wasn't official though. He just admired Y/N secretly and kept silent about his feelings. He never told it to his siblings, not even to Queen Lucy. He barely spoke to Y/N. He just liked them and thought that they were unattainable, cool, and brilliant.

It was the first time ever King had a crush on someone, and because he didn't tell anyone about it, he was actually very confused and didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to talk about his feelings with them? Or was he supposed to wait to see if Y/N liked him?

Y/N was a cheerful and talkative person. When they were in Cair Paravel, the place always felt brighter and merrier. When they were around, everyone had a smile on their face and laughter were heard in the castle all the time.

Besides that, they were also talented and would surprise Narnians with their new skills. Every time they visited the castle, they'd come with something new. The last time they were in the castle, they defeated High King in a archery competition. Queen Susan and two other Narnians were juries and all of them were surprised when Y/N was able to shoot the target while riding a horse.

King Edmund admired everything about them, however he never heard or saw anything from them which could imply they had feelings for the King. Maybe that was the reason why he never showed his emotions.

But he knew he had to do something before someone else wanted Princette. It wouldn't be unexpected if someone wanted to marry them soon.

All in all, King Edmund was very excited and was looking forward to see them. But he wanted to make sure he looked good when he finally saw them, which was the reason of the time he'd been spending in front of the mirror and driving Queen Susan crazy.

“Susan!” He said in a panicked voice. “Susan there is a pimple on my chin! How can I get rid of it?”

“Let me see.” Queen Susan said while walking to her brother. She cupped his face and examined it carefully. “Edmund, you are being dramatic. It is impossible to see it unless someone is looking at you that closely.”

‘But,’ King thought. ‘What if they want to kiss me but then see it and do not want to kiss me anymore?’

“I'm not being dramatic!” Edmund defended himself. “It is huge. How can I get rid of it before the ball starts?”

“You can't.” Queen Susan rolled her eyes. “Unless you use magic or something. It won't be seen. Calm down.”

Edmund looked at Lucy, hoping that maybe she'd have a solution but Lucy shrugged her shoulders.

Susan had a big and heart-warming smile on her face. She looked at her brother proudly and fixed his collar.

“You look handsome as always, brother.” She said while giving him his sword. “Here. Now you are perfect. Come on, we need to be in the ballroom immediately. We've spent so much time already! I hope Peter didn't break the chandelier again.”

Susan put her hand to Edmund's arm and they left the room arm to arm, Lucy was following them.

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When they arrived at the ball hall, the first dancing had already begun. Susan left King alone to find Peter and ask him if everything was alright.

Edmund now was all alone, standing in the middle of the room. His eyes were searching for something and he had to look at so many different faces until he found his favourite one.

There they were. All the beauty in Narnia was now trapped in their existence. Either Y/N was literally shining and glowing or Edmund was just love drunk. He knew just one thing and it was the fact that Y/N was the most lovely person he had ever seen and there was nothing he wouldn't do to belong to them.

While just standing there and looking at them in silence, Edmund was finally noticed by Y/N. They smiled as soon as their and Edmund's eyes met.

Oh, that smile and the things it did to King. As they were getting closer to him, his heart beat faster and faster. He was also getting nervous. What he was going to say? What was he supposed to do? Where should he put his hands? How should he greet them? He wished he'd asked those questions to Susan before coming here.

“Your Highness,” They said as they bowed.

Edmund responded with a smile and gently said “Princette Y/N,” while greeting them. “Just Edmund, please.”

He didn't want them to have those formal addresses. He wanted to be their friend, and if he was lucky enough, more than a friend.

“How are you doing, Edmund?” Y/N asked with a soft voice.

“Better now,” King said, smiling wittily and hoping they'd notice what he meant. “What about you?”

“Pretty good.” Their little smile caused their dimple to show up in their cheek.

While standing in silence for a few seconds, Y/N stared at him. It was a short time but they could see how much Edmund had changed since their last contact. He became taller, his hair grew, his shoulders were broader and he had a pimple, which wasn't there before, on his chin now. Also, that unexplainable darkness that was one of his unique characteristics was still there but, thankfully, his beautiful silver crown shone strong enough to make the darkness disappear.

“You look beautiful, my King,” Y/N said. “Did you change your hairstyle?”

With each word they said and Edmund heard, he felt like he was being stabbed by a sword just being made and was still hot. There was a terrible pain in his stomach, burning and aching. He thought if he touched there now, his hand would burn. However, the pain and the ache turned into some of kind excitement in a few seconds. This wave of excitement climbed up to his windpipe and burnt his throat. He wanted to say something but that feeling didn't let him speak.

Apart from his siblings, Edmund had never been complimented. He always felt like no one cared the way he looked, what he wore, what he did to his hair. Therefore, he felt invisible frequently. All of his siblings received compliments somehow, sometime, somewhere but he was like a ghost people couldn't see.

Susan would always tell him that he was handsome and charming, Lucy would praise his wisdom and knowledge, Peter would proudly smile at him and say that he was proud of him, he'd improved so much.

But King secretly wanted a stranger to see him, notice the change in him, and compliment him, or at least say something. However, for an unknown reason, people never did that.

Therefore when he was praised by Y/N, Edmund was left speechless. First of all, it was them caring and complimenting him. Secondly, they complimented him in a very natural way. It wasn't a forced statement, it was natural and sincere. Thirdly and lastly, in this entire ballroom, the only person King actually cared was them.

The longer he kept quiet, the more this wave spread around his body. Now it was on his cheeks, he felt his skin was becoming hot. Oh no, was he really blushing?

He knew he had to say something because the situation was getting weirder.

“Thank you,” was what he managed to say. “Honestly, thank you so much.” He could add. “In fact, I messed it. My sister Susan was mad at me.”

Y/N laughed. “It doesn't look messy if you ask me, my King.”

“Please call me Edmund,” He said. “I am not a big admirer of those titles.”

“I'm sorry, it's just from force of habit.”

Edmund saw they were playing with their fingers. Were they... Could they be nervous too?

He knew he had to make a move this time. They complimented him, now it was his turn to do something and try to charm them.

“Would you... Would you like to dance, Y/N?”

Upon hearing the question, they smiled. Their lips curved so beautifully that Edmund almost kissed them. The dimple on their cheek was also so kissable and touchable. Edmund thought he could touch with it for hours, without being bored.

“Of course.” They replied.

After getting approval, Edmund put his left hand to their waist, used the right one to take their hand into his. He pulled their body closer; now their chests were so close. Edmund felt afraid because his heartbeats would probably be felt when their chest touched his.

“Do you have any surprises for us?” Edmund asked.

“I learnt how to dance.”

Then it hit him. Was that the reason why she never danced with anyone? Edmund had never asked them to dance before, but he was now glad he didn't because being rejected would probably kill him. However, his patience and also shyness was being awarded with being the first man ever to dance with Y/N. Such a big honour it was. Edmund couldn't stop himself from smiling.

“Why did you learn?”

“To be able to dance with a certain someone.”

Y/N knew they were playing with fire but didn't care because they needed something, some sort of sign from Edmund to see if High King was right about what they said earlier.

Y/N was able to kill a soldier with a scissor, shoot the target while riding a horse, take care of their five siblings at the same time, paint the biggest wall in their kingdom's castle, play piano, beat their big brother in arm wrestling but the hardest thing they ever did was having a crush on King Edmund.

He was silent. To find him in a room, one had to look very carefully and to every corner. It was impossible to contact him unless he wanted to be found or talked to. He was like a sad and melancholic ghost that appeared from time to time when he felt like showing up. He was so silent that sometimes it felt like he was invisible.

Y/N always tried to find him though. Yet his extraordinary effort to avoid everyone and be on his own made it almost impossible. Most of the time he would be in the library and never visit the ballroom. Despite generally being an outgoing person, Y/N still wasn't brave enough to follow him to the library. Because firstly, he had never given any indications, so especially trying to be with him in the same room would be very awkward.

When they arrived at Cair Paravel this noon, King wasn't there as usual. But High King was there to welcome them and say they needed to talk.

Peter absolutely knew Edmund would kill him when he heard what he did but didn't care. He was sick of these two not being together because of their silence and shyness. However, he was still thoughtful enough to not say everything about his brother and his feelings. He just said Edmund was interested in some that Y/N knew very closely. And then he smiled, and winked. He wasn't sure, maybe he couldn't be subtle as he had planned.

But the important thing was that his words gave Y/N courage. Maybe High King was right and Edmund had feelings for them. It was still a mystery, yet now very close to be solved.

“That certain someone must be really lucky,” When they heard Edmund's voice, they could come back to reality. “Lucky enough to capture your attention.”

“I think I am the lucky one.” Y/N replied, looking at his beautiful brown eyes.

“Why?” Edmund looked at his shoes not to step on their feet. He was distracted.

“He is a special person. I think I am lucky enough to give my heart to him.”

Edmund softly smiled. His brown eyes looked like a hot cup of coffee, welcoming and warming.

“Do I know him? You know, for matchmaking purposes.”

“You'll immediately recognize him when you hear about him.”

“I'm listening, then.” While speaking, to catch up with the dance, Edmund held their hand as they twirled.

They were now again chest to chest. All King could see, feel, hear was them. No one else, nothing else. Just them. And it felt good. It was as if they were in their own little universe and there was nobody to disturb them.

“He is a good-looking man with a charming smile. It's a shame that he doesn't smile frequently. He also doesn't speak frequently. He is silent most of the time. He doesn't speak when the words are unnecessary. He has this sort of melancholy, which is something unique to him. But I find it beautiful. And, let me add before I forget, he is the King of Narnia and is called the Just.”

Honestly, it was really hard to keep dancing according to the music when your crush just confessed their feelings to you.

Edmund froze. Literally. His whole world stopped turning. It was unexpected. He had thought it was impossible and couldn't believe it now. How on the earth could they have feelings for him? They... And he. They were the joy and Edmund was... He was the melancholy just like Y/N stated.

“I...” Edmund finally managed to speak. “I wasn't expecting that.”

Y/N smiled. “One of us had to do something.”

“Did you... Did you know?” Edmund frowned. “Let me guess, was it Susan? No, Susan wouldn't do it behind my back. Was it Peter?”

“Yes, it was High King.” They laughed while answering. “But he encouraged me and I believe it's a good thing, isn't it?”

With that question, Edmund realized he didn't say anything about his feelings or respond to their confession.

“It is.” He said. “I... I don't know how to express the way I feel about you. First of all, thank you for your generous words.”

They weren't dancing anymore. They were just standing in each other's arm. They forgot about the ball, people, music, dance and anything else. They just focused on each other and it was enough.

“I like you so much. Actually, it is more than liking. I can say that I love you. Strongly and sincerely. You are like a dream and it is hard to believe-”

Edmund was interrupted when the music stopped and everyone began clapping. It was loud and cheerful.

“Would you like to go outside? Maybe to the garden?” Y/N asked.

“You read my mind.”

They left the room, holding hands.

Finally, in the garden, King had the chance to talk about how he felt about them. How it burned, how it hurt, how it made him feel good, how excited he was when they visited the castle, how his heart beat faster when they were around.

With a lot of kisses, by the way. Thankfully, Y/N was kind enough to not mind the pimple on his chin.

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#5

Snow storm had me panicking 😱 because we don't do snow in Texas 😫 so I did some doodles to keep me calm ☺️

1. My little naga Giles cuddled up with my minikin Rinna, who probably ate twice her weight in butter cookies to keep warm 😋 Maybe it'll be a regular thing with them.

2. An OC I've been playing around with 😏 I'm calling him Mint for now. He's a vain guy who refuses to look anything other than his Absolute Best™ when in front of others. Unfortunately, he accidentally went into the girls' locker room to change and was spotted by Pisa 😹

3. Noel and Esme 🥰 my fat and fat-admirer lesbians~ Noel's belly comes in handy when there's cold hands that need to be warmed up 😉

18 notes • Posted 2021-02-20 00:42:06 GMT

#4

This particular type of scenario has been on my mind for a while...

A person has gained weight, and they're aware of it. The question is: do they need new clothes or is their wardrobe still okay?

They try on a pair of shorts/pants. After shimmying a bit, tugging higher and higher, and sucking in their belly, they manage to get it past their thighs, zipped and buttoned. A bit tight, but that's usually the case when you put on a pair that hasn't been worn in a while. Besides, it looks alright in the mirror. There's a muffin top, but they expected as much. Yes, these will do for now.

They go to the living room and plop down on the couch for a little morning news before breakfast. Did the creaking come from their clothes or from the old furniture? The button and zipper are holding up well. In fact, sitting down, it makes their muffin top look more like the top of a dome cake. Now where's the remote? There it is; on the coffee table in front of them.

As they reach over to grab it...

Button flies. Zipper busts. Seams split. (Or any combination of the three)

They sit up, not even angry. It was a miracle they were even able to put them on to begin with.

So the question became: Was there anything with a non-elastic waistband that still fit? And would they last on a full stomach?

They didn't have much else to do that day. May as well take the opportunity, check to see what else still fits, do some clothes shopping and maybe have a nice meal at their favorite restaurant...

18 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 23:44:24 GMT

#3

You ever been so pissed off that you draw a bunch of tummy stuff to relax enough to go to sleep? That's what happened here 😏 Drew up a little girl with a tail names Ismelda who is starving, stuffed, then struggles to reach something up in a cabinet 😹 (IDK who the disembodied voice is.)

On the bottom left, we have Charlotte and Lazarus. Charlotte is recovering from an ED, and Lazarus is being a great boyfriend, checking on how she (and her tummy) feel 🥰

19 notes • Posted 2021-08-20 23:00:37 GMT

#2

lmao weird to say you’re asexual and then be into kinks/fetishes openly

I never claimed to be normal 😎

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Pie Day 2021 🥧 featuring my pandemic lesbians ✨ Esme's day didn't start off great, but Noel is there to help her girlfriend 🥰

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[physcoticfrog]

heyo! i'm new to your blog but i've found your writings amazing! may i reguest the soulmate au "The voice inside your head is your soulmate's" with the sfw prompt "Look, I don't know you very well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone" for Itona Horibe? Thank you so much in advance 💝!

AHHH IM SO HAPPY TO GET A SOULMATE ASK

Ahh itona ✋😺 I love that man lemme just say that rn. (AND LISTEN IK I HAVE A FIC TO WORK ON BUT IM LAZY)

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Pairing: Itona Horibe x reader

Prompts: Soulmate au where the voice inside your head is your soulmate's, "Look, I don't know you very well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone."

Warnings: Slight mentions of parental abuse

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This week seemed like a very chaotic week. But then again, when were they not? You managed to gain a new classmate, and not only did he have a really fucked up life, he was hot. But did that really mean anything?

You thought of your mother and father. They already reprimanded you enough as it was for being in the E class. Not only that, but if you were ever late, you would get a long lecture. They weren't ever going to allow you to even have a boyfriend.

You were woken up by Terasaka. "Hey dumbass, wake up. Class is over." He deadpanned. You let out a harsh groan.

Next class was phys ed, and although you were good, it had never been your favorite. Especially when you're extremely tired.

You had also come to hate the fact that the voice in your head wasn't even your own. You always hated the idea of soulmates, but ignored it anyways.

"God damnit I hate this voice it's so annoying" you told Terasaka. It wasn't unusual for you to complain about it, and Terasaka was used to it.

He just rolled his eyes. "Come on, we gotta go." He said. You groaned again, but still reluctantly stood up.

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When you got to phys ed, it was normal. But, Mr. Karasuma had decided to put you all in pairs. You got paired with Itona, the extremely hot and.. interesting one.

"Hey" you said.

"hi" he replied. Your eyes went wide. His voice. His is the ever so annoying one playing on loop inside of your head.

You had heard him talk before, but why are you just now noticing it? You didn't pay it much attention, and immediately just started going in for the attack as if it would make the class go by faster.

Unfortunately for you, Itona was incredibly fast. He dodged your attack with ease, not even flinching. He then grabbed your arm and had you pinned.

You huffed. "Fuck", you spoke, "how are you so fast?" You heaved out. You might've known had you been out the other night, but your parents had alarms on every window and door in the house.

He didn't even answer you, and let you go as Mr. Karasuma said that class was over. But, you were just glad to get a break.

After mulling it over, you decided to skip. Luckily for you, you had already picked out a place that is pretty much flat.

So, you walked away and climbed up the tree, and played down on one of it's unnaturally flat branches.

As you lay asleep, you realized that Itona had never, not even slightly, acknowledged the voices you two shared. After a while, you heard everyone leaving to go home. Had you really managed to miss 3 different class periods over a nap?

When you got home, you immediately felt your mother's gaze move to you. She seems livid. "Why are you home late?" Your mom spoke through her teeth. That cause you to look at the time. 3:07. Two minutes late.

"I- I'm sorry", you muttered and bowed, "I did not intend to be late home today." You stated, trying to lace sincerity into your voice.

Your mother crouched down in front of you, smilingly a sickly sweet kind of smile. "It's ok pumpkin, we are never going to do that again, right?" She said, almost too sweet.

"right." You answered. You knew there was no right answer to this. You held your breath.

"You're wrong.", she stated, angry and gripping your shoulder, "You have never once changed this behavior. I will not believe you until things change." She said, borderline yelling. Her grip tightened on your shoulder, causing her to hit a pressure point and you passed out.

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When you woke up the next day, you immediately left for school. You brought your uniform but were still in your pajamas. You climbed up the mountain, entered the building and made your way towards the bathroom. Hazama looked at you weird.

"don't ask." You stated at her. She then threw her hands up and went into the classroom.

Once you got changed you looked into the mirror. You looked like shit. The bags under your eyes were more noticable than ever, and your eyelids felt so heavy like they could collapse any minute.

You eventually moved your pajamas into your bag and went to class.

As soon as you walked in, everyone took notice for your crappy state. "Y/n, are you doing ok?" Karma asked you. You were honestly surprised, it wasn't like him to ask anyone if they're alright.

But, you let it slide and smiled. "Yeah! I'm doing great, don't worry about me." You laughed as you scratched the back of your neck.

Class went by like a blur, and you didn't even notice. You honestly were zoned out the entire time and didn't even remember anything Koro-Sensei said.

You got up and walked out, but decided to go to your tree. You were definitely going to regret it when you got home, but that's a story for another day.

And Itona's voice? You didn't even know how to start going about that.

As you lay down, you started falling asleep. How long? You really didn't know. "Hey, Ritsu?"

"Yes?" She responded.

"Can you wake me up at 4:30?" You asked her.

"Yes I can!" She said sweetly. It was so kind, not a sickly or bitter kind of sweet like your mom. And there was no anger like your dad.

You were passed out. It was crazy how easily you slept on that tree. You, unfortunately, were startled awake.

You almost fell out of the tree, but someone grabbed onto you. "I'm sorry, I just heard your phone playing some sort of alarm sound, so I came to check it out." It was Itona.

You put up your casual and shy facade, "Oh! Thank you, I'm sorry." You laughed out.

He made a face of disbelief and concern. "Are you ok?" He questioned.

You smiled, "why wouldn't I be?"

He frowned at that, "Y/n, you came into school today in pajamas." He deadpanned. Your smile faded.

"Oh! That, yeah I was in a bit of a rush because I woke up late." You then became panicked. "Oh no. Oh no." You repeated. You chanted it like a prayer.

"I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Itona." You tried leaving, but he grabbed your arm. When you looked back at him, he had an expression of extreme seriousness.

"Look, I don't know you very well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone." He stated.

"I- Itona, thank you so much. And I get that we're soulmates and all, but I really need to get back home." And then you froze. You just told him you were soulmates. Yeah, he probably knew, but he hasn't said anything about it.

He also froze. "I- I'm sorry? We're what now?" He questioned.

You rolled your eyes. "Have you not noticed? Have you not realized that the voice in your head is mine?" You stated.

His eyes then widened. "Yeah. I seriously have to go now. Thanks for your concern." You told him. However, his grip on your arm didn't falter. " Itona, let me go."

"No. I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's going on." He told you. And although his face was unreadable, his voice was filled with worry.

You sighed. "If I tell you, will you please let go of me?"

He nodded. You decided to be as vague as you possibly could. "My home life isn't all that great, and I'm also super stressed out about the whole soulmates thing." That seemed pretty vague, right? "Now will you please let me go."

His grip loosened, and you moved away from him. "Um.. since we're soulmates and all. Do you.. maybe want to give this- us- a try?" You hesitated though. Your parents would be furious, but who are they to decide if you get to date your own soulmate?

You nodded. "Yeah.. let's give us a try." You jumped down the tree and then sprinted back home while trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.

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A/n: Alright! Not my favorite thing I've ever done, and I'm sorry that this took me a while. But uhh yeah! I did my best 😅 I really hope you like it.

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[celosiaa]

hi friend!!! PLEASE keep in mind there is NO RUSH or ANY REQUIREMENT TO WRITE THIS IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING I'M JUST GIVING PROMPT BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU FEEL LIKE WRITING AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! what about canon-era POTS Jon? infections can cause really bad POTS flares (my understanding is that it lowers your BP). it could be after any of his many injuries, but even just a cold can mess with it. and ONLY IF YOU FEEL BORED AND UP TO WRITING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!

hello my dear!!!! you are going THROUGH IT right now!!!! I love you very very much and I hope that this fic will make your day a little brighter <3

So have a little Jon with the flu and a POTS flare up! And friends who love him!

CW nausea, fainting

This was a mistake.

Jon knows it, his body knows it—the entire train car probably knows it too. It’s barely a ten minute’s ride from his flat to the Institute, but it might as well have been an hour trapped in a boiler room for all he can tell. Suffocating, you’re suffocating—is the only message his brain will send him, as he sits squeezed in between two very unfortunate passengers on this snowy Monday morning, trying very hard both not to cough and to stop himself from tearing off his coat and scarf this instant.

Being ill always hits him hard—far harder than it has any right to; harder than he is willing to acknowledge, really—as it always seems to trigger his POTS in the most frustrating of ways. Last time he’d been ill, truly ill, Tim may have paid the price for his stubbornness more than he had himself. What with him refusing to do anything to look after himself, being caught by surprise by a fainting spell, and ending up dragging Tim to the A&E with him to be treated for a nasty head wound. This time around, he has actually taken several precautions, with his compression stockings on, a water bottle, and TENS unit in his bag, just in case the muscle aches from whatever hell bug he’s managed to catch compound the pain from his EDS.

Tim ought to be proud.

Mouth twisting in a smile in spite of himself, Jon resists the urge to bolt out of the train car as soon as the stop is announced, forcing himself instead to stand slowly and carefully before exiting.

—

As luck would have it, the lift had been broken down, forcing Jon to climb the flight of stairs up to the street. Legs nearly giving out on him before he could half-sit, mostly collapse onto the bench at the top, his chest heaves as he tries to convince his body not to faint. With somewhat limited success.

So long as the fading in and out of his vision is not followed by a lapse in awareness, he’ll be alright.

Suffocating suffocating

Whether rational or not, Jon has to pull of his coat and scarf right now, or he’s sure his brain will short out on him completely. He tears at it all as quickly as possible, fingers shaking over the large buttons of his peacoat. Anything to relieve the pressure on his chest, whether brought on by POTS or his congestion, he’s soon to find out. Preferably, he’d like to slow down his breathing a bit before coughing again, but there’s very little he can do to control that—and buries it all in the folds of his scarf, hoping to avoid as many stares from passers-by as possible.

The lightheadedness only bangs against his eyes again as the fit continues, forcing him to fold his legs beneath himself and bend forward in an effort to breathe, breathe. Surely it hadn’t been so bad this morning when he had stepped out of the door—he had been quite certain of his ability to control it enough to get by, and hopefully without raising the alarm about his health throughout the archives. By the sound of it, though, he just hadn’t been getting deep enough breaths to force it all out, as the crackling depth of it alarms even him.

All the same, after a few minutes of breathing deeply with marginally-clearer lungs, he feels finally able to look up again—even shuddering against the soft padding of snowflakes against his shoulders and greying hair, rather than panicking about being boiled alive by his own jacket.

He’ll take what improvement he can get.

Steeling himself to walk the block down to the Institute, Jon pulls up his compression stockings from where they had slipped a bit and pushes on.

—

“So I’m sitting there, right? I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties…”

“You were NOT!” Sasha bellows at Tim, struggling to raise her voice over the sound of Martin’s cackling. “Don’t encourage him, Martin, he always puts this in his fucking stories.”

“HEY! It’s true!! It could have happened more than once, you know.”

“God I hate you so much,” she shouts, sending both Martin and Tim for another round of uncontrollable laughter.

It’s the perfect opportunity for Jon—who exits the lift as quickly as he can, heading for his office with the all the single-mindedness of a particularly winded and dizzy man. Perfect, because no one saw him beyond a shadow darkening the doorstep. No one to raise the alarm as he sinks into his chair, trembling at the exertion of making the journey from the lobby to the basement.

Burying his face in his hands, he sniffs back against the congestion plaguing him, adjusts his position to take pressure off his throbbing legs, and tries to collect his scattered thoughts enough to get to work.

—

Spinning, spinning, spinning are the walls of his office around him, worsening with every cough he stifles into the sleeves of his cardigan. After the initial recovery period when he had finally been able to sit in his office, chest aching with exertion, he had truly felt alright for those first couple of hours—even finding himself able to get lost in statements for a while, barely noticing an hour tick by, two, three. Until his vision started to go out again, and he found himself leaning aching elbows on aching knees, feeling the nausea that had caused him to lose his breakfast that morning rise up again in his throat.

Please, not now. Please.

He’s got to get something in him, knows it would help to at least keep something with salt down, if he can manage it. Regretfully, the only way to stop the dizziness is sure to worsen it first—as his emergency Gatorade supply happens to be in the break room refrigerator.

Text Tim, the rational part of his mind supplies at once, the sound advice on it falling on entirely deaf ears.

Can manage this myself.

I put it there, I can go get it.

Wishing more than anything he had brought his walker, he moves slowly, ever so slow and careful to standing—and stars explode in his vision at once, driving him right back down to the chair again, head between his knees and panting.

Damn it damn it damn it

Calm, just—

Calm down.

Heart pounding in double time to the ticking of the clock on the wall, Jon does everything he can to slow it down, slow it down, ease the stabbing pain of his overworked heart in his chest with the deepest breaths he can manage. It’s not enough, can’t see, can’t breathe—

No no no—

—

Thud.

The sound drives Tim into Jon’s office at once, not for the first time—though never with any less worry or concern. Even knowing what happened, that Jon was almost certainly fine, would never truly take away the way his stomach clenches every time this happens, every time he sees Jon hit the ground, even if he’s able to catch him on the way. And today was especially worrying, with the damp coughing he had heard slipping beneath the office door since this morning.

Please be okay please be okay—

“Jon?” he calls gently, swinging the door open to find him on the ground, rolling onto his back with a groan. “Did you faint?”

“I—yeah,” he replies, more vague-sounding than Tim would like, rubbing the back of his head as he starts to sit up.

Not good.

“You hit your head?” Tim asks as he kneels next to him, already reaching forward to card through Jon’s hair, looking for any sign of swelling or bleeding.

“I don’t—not badly, if I—oh,” he trails off at once, eyes beginning to flutter.

“Alright, easy, now,” Tim mutters, supporting Jon’s head as he shifts back to lying flat again, eyes clenched again the returning dizziness. “It’s really bad today, huh? And you’re ill too.”

In response, all Jon will give is a sigh, draping an arm over his mouth as it turns into a cough, before placing it over his eyes. Something twinges in Tim’s chest at the sight—knowing how much Jon hates this, hates anyone fussing over him even more—and squeezes gently above his knee in acknowledgement.

“What can I do? Anything?”

Still nothing verbal from him for a few seconds—seconds Tim is willing to wait as Jon sorts through both his own unwillingness to ask for help, as well as through his own likely-scattered thoughts. It had taken a lot for Jon to tell him about his POTS in the first place—in fact, that trust had not been built until Tim had to take him to A&E after a particularly bad fall. Now that he thinks of it, Jon had been ill then too—and even grouchier than his current persona of “Boss-man.”

“Was trying to—ugh,” starts, cutting off for a moment to clutch at his stomach, against what is most likely rising nausea. “Was trying to get—get some Gatorade.”

“That’s what all this is about? Getting your nasty-ass purple Gatorade?”

When Jon huffs out a little laugh with a smile, Tim feels very much pumping his fist in the air for joy—but refrains, if only for Jon’s sake.

“Tastes good. Don’t know what you’re missing.”

And a joke?

Should I call an ambulance?

“Tastes like purple,” Tim replies, letting a smile filter heavily into his own expression now. “I don’t mess with shit that tastes like a color.”

A sharp gasp from behind alerts him to Martin’s presence in the doorway.

“Oh Jon, what happened? Are you alright?” he asks, with such deep concern that Jon immediately buries his face in his hands and groans.

“Just fainted, is all,” Tim says at once, waving a sharp hand by his throat to cut off his well-meaning sympathy.

“Right,” he replies with raised eyebrows, carefully schooling his expression in a way that Tim very much appreciates. “Right. Anything I can do?”

“Could grab him some Gatorade from the fridge, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“On it,” he nods at once, and sets off.

Just then, Jon starts up coughing again, so harsh and damp it sets Tim’s teeth on edge.

“That sounds rough, Jon,” he grimaces, reaching up to his desk to grab tissues from atop it and set them on the floor.

“It’s—fine,” comes the reply, of course, accented in between by a hitching at the back of his throat that drives him upwards to sitting.

“Right. Sure,” Tim mutters, rolling his eyes as he braces Jon, whose harsh coughing bends him double with effort.

When he begins to sway a bit, eyes fluttering again—Tim is already to prepared to push his head gently forward and between his knees.

“Easy, easy.”

“Fuck.”

“I’ve got you.”

The shaking beneath Tim’s hands is not altogether a rarity after a bad faint, but something tells him there might be another cause this time. A fever, namely.

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” he asks, after waiting for Jon’s breathing to come a bit back under control.

“Didn’t—don’t. Don’t feel well,” he whispers, bending even further forward, enough to have Tim reaching for the bin, just in case.

“Alright, that’s alright,” he whispers in response, feeling powerless to do anything but sit and rub his back.

“Tried,” he starts up again after a moment, altogether shocking an unsuspecting Tim with his verbosity.

“Tried? Tried what?”

“Tried to be careful,” he clarifies, coughing once more into his elbow, and letting it double him back down. “Promise, I—heh—tried. Thought I was fine.”

“I know, Jon,” Tim assures at once, rubbing at his back once again against the trembling, wishing it was doing anything to really help him. “I know, alright? Just save your breath. It’s not your fault.”

Thankfully, by the time Martin reappears with the Gatorade, he’s quite a bit steadier, after the coughing fit has reached it’s end. Much to Tim’s surprise, he even offers Martin a small smile as he cast a long shadow through the office, blocking out the fluorescent light of the hall behind him.

“Alright, time for electrolytes!” Tim cheers, as Martin opens the lid to the bottle before handing it to Jon, who begins sipping at it cautiously.

“You’re shaking—are you cold?” Martin asks, already removing his cardigan and kneeling to place it over Jon’s trembling shoulders.

“No,” he snaps sharply, pushing off the cardigan and shifting around, preparing himself to stand. “I’m alright, just—”

“Hang on, hang on,” Tim soothes, pressing back against Jon’s chest as gently as possible to stop his movement. “Just—hold on a second, alright? Let me get the cot set up in here before you try that.”

“Tim—”

“I know, I know, perish the thought. I get it.”

“You don’t—”

“BUT! But,” he cuts in loudly, holding up a hand to shush him. “You shouldn’t even be here, Jon. You’ve probably got the flu, or something, judging by whatever—whatever is clearly going on here. So please. Just have a lie down for, like, an hour. That’s all I’m asking.”

All I’m brave enough to ask, really.

Another pause, during which it’s Tim’s turn for his heart to pound, watching Jon try to formulate an argument against him with furrowed brows.

And then—everything that had been hunched and furrowed goes slack, as Jon starts to sway dizzily again.

“Oh—oh, Jon,” Martin gasps nervously, helping him slowly lower back to lying on the ground.

“M’fine, fine,” he assures, words slurring a bit as Martin checks his forehead for fever—and if the meaningful glance he gives Tim is anything to go by, he can be pretty certain of Martin’s findings.

“Right. Cot. I’m going to get it, and I’ll be back,” he says firmly, glancing back one more time to find Martin carefully placing his cardigan beneath Jon’s head.

Of course, Tim knows there is still a good deal of fighting to do on the “force Jonathan Sims to take care of himself” front, but this will do.

This will have to do for now.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma fic #cw nausea #cw fainting #jon has EDS/POTS #i love you friend I hope you like this #<33333 #my writing

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"Oh...thank you."

I had this idea when I rewatched the episode where ed gets saved by his biggest fan,

What if Sofia falcone came to Gotham to get something for her dying father.  (Not Gordon-crazy)

She and Oswald cobblepot became very good friends and doesn't want to take over Gotham. Genuinely likes him as friend, but he has a crush on her.

What will happen when she finds a an enemy of her friend trapped in ice and decided to save him.

(l forgive me for spelling. Please be kind

I know it makes no sense, it's my first fanfic. Got bored and just for fun, I. Just made up Al) *I do not own these characters *

 

"Thanks for your help Al, just place him on the bed," as she pulled to the covers over him. "Anything for family...what's this? "

"A plane ticket so you can visit your family for a few days, just so you won't be around Oswald when he finds out he's missing."  She hands him the ticket with a sweet smile and gives him a hug, he returns the hug and thanks her. "So kind,I will make sure my men keep you safe."

"Please don't worry about me, you have to go now, "

"I won't forget this,"  he gave her a kiss on the forehead and a long hug and he was gone

Leaving her alone with a freezing Edward nygma. She turned on the heater for him and took his jacket off.  In a quiet voice, she whispered "...what the hell did I get involved in?..."  She fell asleep on the couch in her living room, which is also the  bedroom where nygma lies..

She saw him awake and shifting his eyes all over the apartment, as if about to flee, "good, you're awake " as she places a bowl of chicken soup in front of him.  "Who are you? " he eyed her, confused and anxious that he couldn't move, he started panicking.

"It's alright I won't hurt you...you were in ice and...I'm Sofia Falcone."  She said nervously, waiting for him to speak.

"Falcone?...Sofia Falcone...as in Oswald Cobblepot's new 'friend' so why'd you save me?"

"I just thought that...it was a bit cruel to do to somebody...or anybody...I actually had to get some help from a family friend-"

"Where is he!?.." he asked angrily and then wincing shortly when trying to move his legs.  She pushed him back on the bed, careful not to hurt him, but strong enough to hear him cry out in pain, which made her slightly guilty.   She put her hand over his mouth, and spoke quietly "be quiet, you'llbother the neighbors...you need to rest!"  He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, "What do you want? "I don't want anything. "

"So...you saved me for nothing? "

"Yes.  Why is that so hard to believe? Look, I know that Oswald capable of doing some irrational things when he gets angry. "

"Oh...thank you. "

#gotham fox #edward nygma and sofia falcone #oswald cobblepot

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The Curses We Inherit: Chapter 3

Original Work

Date Posted: May 12, 2021 (Tumblr)

Word count: 1, 439 words

A/N: Unbeta-ed work but I hope whoever reads this will like it and let me know what you think. Critique is greatly appreciated. Thanks!

MASTERLIST / PART 2

"Are you sure you're alright, Mo stoirín?" Aunt Aileen gently rubbed the back of her niece's slumped form at the kitchen island. They young woman had arrived just a few moments ago, practically dragging herself into the kitchen and plopping down on the seat.

Due to jet lag and a rough night's sleep Danika had difficulty coming fully into wakefulness.

The young O'Brien's lips lifted into a quick smile at the endearment, she lifted her head from her hands, stil bleary eyed and turned to her aunt "I am" she said "I just need coffee and some food" the young blonde had slept through her alarm and apparently breakfast. She had initially panicked and rushed to get ready for the day and for whatever tasks her brother needed done. Part way through putting her clothes on, it had finally registered that she wasn't at home. The panic slowly drained out of her and all it left was exhaustion but still Danika dragged herself downstairs.

Aileen set a cup in front of the young woman who gently lifted it to her nose and gingerly sniffed at the contents. It was tea, still hot with a splash of milk, its slightly spicy scent woke her senses and a sip warmed her body. Danika sighed in pleasure

The young blonde sat up straighter and finally noticed the cloches on the island. She lifted one and her mouth watered at the plate of sausages and bacon, her stomach rumbled in response. Danika uncovered the rest of the domes and reached for the cutlery in the holder.

"Mo stoirín'' Aileen called her niece's attention, who happily stuffed her face with Iriish breakfast food "We'll be leaving for town after you eat." Danika, with her mouth full, could only nod.

Her Aunt's home resided a few miles outside of Eden Greene, the town was fairly large many of the houses were similar in size and style with a few brightly colored ones standing out. Different shops had people coming in and out, many were families with very young children. Every so often someone would greet the young blonde, smiling and actually looking happy and while technically her aunt doesn't live in town, the townsfolk still greeted the older woman with bright smiling faces as they walked down the street.

Aileen had linked their arms together once they arrived in town, she would point out a place and tell her niece about it or if she knew someone on the street she would stop and chat. Danika would give a quiet greeting then move slightly away suddenly becoming engrossed at a shop display, when her aunt and the stranger were finished the two continued on to whatever destination the blonde's aunt had in mind.

When they finally stopped, it was in front of an odd yellow house with a black door decorated with gold swirls. Danika's eyes roamed over the house, vines hung from the iron window railing, the windows were held in a dark colored frame but from Danika's current angle it was difficult to see further into the house.

She had been so busy staring that she did not notice that she had backed into anyone. Danika had snapped out of her staring at the sudden feel of someone's body, she turned to apologize but froze. Later she would remember this stranger wearing dark colors and an odd large hat but what had really taken her in was the stranger's eyes. Their color was such a deep amber that they were almost gold but it wasn't the color that unsettled her, it was the loathing; the intense, unflinching loathing in those eyes.

The stranger moved now facing the young O'Brien, eyes stayed on her still intense on her. The movement caused her to flinch back, Danika swallowed as she felt her stomach twist, she should move away, turn and find her aunt but she was frozen, held down by the darkness those eyes exuded.

She had stared at him for what felt like hours but she could hear something else besides the beating of her heart. Something then turned her and she was staring at her aunt's worried face, the older woman's hand was on her shoulder. Danika could see her lips moving but couldn't make out what she was saying.

Danika blink a few times before opening her mouth "Sorry, could you say that again?"

The worry lessened in her aunt's green eyes, she even cracked a smile but the concern was still there. "I asked if you were alright, Danika"

The young blonde briefly looked back to see the stranger but he was no longer there then she looked at her aunt's worried expression. Danika plastered a reassuring smile on her face "I'm fine I thought I saw something."

There was that odd itch again, it just wouldn't leave following the brief...interaction with the oddly dressed stranger. She felt the itching on her neck when she first arrived on the island and like the first time it took some time for it to stop.

The house they entered was surprisingly simplistic. Upon entering the house the first thing Danika saw was the stairway leading up to the second floor, past it was and open kitchen, to the right was a four seater dining table and to the left was a cozy living area, two soft yet worn looking sofa chairs were positioned on either side of the fireplace, facing each other while a love seat faced towards the fireplace.

Danika gravitated to the large shelf to the side of the room. Books filled the shelves, so many that there were books stacked up both sides of the shelf. Upon closer inspection many of the books were about sleep and dreams, some medical journals and an oddly large number of fairy tales.

"I apologize for the mess our niece was here doing some reading and didn't clean up before she left" a voice came from the way they came in. It belonged to a tall man with slicked back, black hair and pale complexion wearing a dark coat, slacks and dress shoes. His lips pulled into a small frown, his eyes slightly furrowed. The look on the older man's face was much too similar to one that her father wore and it made Danika uneasy.

Another man came up behind him, a total and complete opposite of the first. His bright, blonde hair stood in all directions, it was messy yet the style suited him, he wore a soft looking sweater and stretchy pants that fit well against his chubby belly. His smile was bright when he entered the room. He was the first to notice the youngest O'Brien's nervous posture. Deducing the cause the short, blonde man elbowed his taller companion and made a few gestures Danika vaguely recognized as sign language. The dark haired man composed his expression before turning to their guests.

"Aileen, it's always a pleasure to see you" the tall man greeted stiffly.

She gave if a grin in response "Good to see you well, Keiran"

"I'm sure you and Sandy have much to discuss"

"Yes we do" Aileen took a few steps into the room but stopped to snap her fingers "I forgot to get one of the books we need for this meeting"

"How important is it?" Keiran asked

"Very" Aileen deadpanned "I ordered a copy of it and was supposed to pick it up at The Quill"

"Well the meeting will just have to go on without it"

Aileen pouted "But what's written in there is important"

Keiran sighed "What do you want me to do Aileen? I have my own-"

"I can do it"

The two adults turned to Danika who spoke out in a soft voice, the younger blonde swallowed and repeated herself more firmly "I can do it"

Keiran and Aileen exchanged looks. "This is your problem" was the message of the look that the dark haired man conveyed then went inside the room, they could hear his voice just before he closed the door "No darling, Ailee forgot to get some book that you need...I could have helped but...well there's no need for that kind of language, Sandy"

Aunt and niece looked at each other for a moment. Danika looked hopeful while Aileen pursed her lips before holding out a folded piece of paper and a map.

Danika grinned.

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