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filthyfluffyfantasies · 6 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v, teasing, oral sex, use of petnames for reader/you, breeding k!nk related dirty talk, semi public foreplay, marking, oral sex. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt thirteen - creampie / breeding kink

character | fandom - rockstar!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, groupie turned girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.4k

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you and Eddie have reconnected after the one night stand that brought you together years before. bonding with his daughter has made him realize just how much he wants to be a father and he can't think of anybody else he wants to have his kids.. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Hawkins, Indiana, December 1996

You smile softly to yourself as you pause in the door to Rosie’s bedroom to find Eddie seated on the floor, Rosie seated between his legs as Eddie tries -and fails, at French-braiding her hair, the landline phone cradled between his neck and shoulder.

❝ I’m doing that, Emerson. It’s not workin. Hold on..❞ he turns his attention back to Rosie’s braid and swears to himself as he shakes his head. It’s crooked again and he was trying so hard to get it just right for her. He laughs as he starts to talk to Gareth again, ❝I was trying to braid Rosie’s hair for her. Can’t get it right. Poor kid has my hair, man. It’s too fuckin thick t’ do anything with.❞ Eddie’s statement is enough to make you giggle softly as you step into the room.

Eddie’s face lights up and he ends the call with Gareth, pulling himself off the floor to make his way over to you. Rosie is squeezing your legs, talking non-stop about how she spent the whole day with daddy and he taught her how to play some game called Dungeons and Dragons.

Eddie chuckles, scooping up the 5 year old as he gives her a peck on her freckled nose. ❝ Your ma was a nerd, sweetheart, she doesn’t know what that is.❞ -and he’s teasing, you know it. You pout a little and give his chest a light smack. Then you smirk. ❝ Since you think I’m so nerdy, Munson..❞ you dig around in the pocket of your leather jacket -his leather jacket, and find the tickets you stopped by the theater in town to pick up, ❝ Then I guess that means you don’t wanna go see Scream with me and the baby bat..❞

❝ Daaaaddy, you hafta say yes. I’ve been waitin a thousand years t’ see it. Please?❞ your daughter is looking up at Eddie, giving him those big begging eyes. Eddie pretends to think it over, both of you know damn well he’d never turn down a horror movie or your daughter’s begging.

❝ Are we sure she should see this, sweetheart?❞ Eddie’s just being a shit now, you laugh softly and Eddie rubs his chin as he continues, ❝ I mean.. This is Wes Craven. It’s gonna be a blood bath.❞

You laugh. ❝ Yeah but it’s also not real. Our daughter’s smart, she knows that.❞ you step up into Eddie a little more, your hand finding purchase in the front of his old Hellfire t-shirt. He’s distracted, staring down at your hand. You clear your throat, ❝ I bumped into Nancy earlier… Apparently, Will is taking both of Rosie’s best friends to see it.. With Mike.❞

Rosie’s really begging now.

Eddie pouts and pretends to be upset. ❝ I thought we talked about this, sweetheart. You were gonna marry daddy, remember? Now you wanna go see a movie with those dumb boys?❞ but Rosie is insisting. She pretends to gag when Eddie mentions the fact that she may or may not have just a little crush on little Johnny Byers or Argie, his best friend.

❝ Eww, daddy! I really meant it, they’re my friends. And if I don’t see it now, Argie’s a blab. He’s just gonna spoil th’ endin.. Pretty please? With cherries an’ chocolate?❞

Eddie snickers. ❝ Yeah, that tracks for him. Okay, alright.. What are we waiting on, huh? Let’s go see Scream.❞

As Rosie runs off to find her favorite jeans and change, you melt against Eddie and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips crashing against his in a long and deep kiss. His hands wander,settling on your ass.

❝ Dungeons and Dragons, babe?❞ you pout at him just a little when the kiss breaks a few seconds later. You’re honestly not upset, you’re just teasing him a little. Watching them together always makes you happy but lately.. Lately, watching him with Rosie has your biological clock ticking all over again. And earlier, when you were talking to one of the girls at work, she mentioned the fact that she thought she might be pregnant. And naturally, that got you daydreaming about another little mini Eddie running around. It made you stop and think too.

Everyone is always asking when you and Eddie will have more -and you do want another kid but honestly, you’ve been afraid to bring up the subject because things are still so new. The two of you only just reconnected. And there were definitely more than a few hiccups, - considering that you had no way to tell him about Rosie until last year, when your paths crossed again for the first time since 1988- and you’re just trying to enjoy everything the way it is.

Besides, you think to yourself as you hug against Eddie and breathe in the scent of his cologne and the faintest hint of those cheap cigarettes he still smokes, what if Eddie doesn’t want another? Am I really willing to mess up everything between the two of you? I’m in love with him and I just found him, I just got him back..

Eddie pulls away to look down at you and snickers at the dazed look on your face as he gets you looking up at him. ❝ What’s got you so spaced out, huh?❞

He doesn’t say it but.. He hopes that maybe it’s the same thing he’s spent a lot of time thinking about lately. At first, he thought it was regret, longing to see what he missed out on when you were carrying Rosie. But then, while you were snuggled up in the bed reading The Shining to her, as he stood in the doorway watching the two of you, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He wants more kids. He wants you to be their mom. He wants a big family and he doesn’t want Rosie to be an only child like he grew up. He wants her to have the actual younger siblings that he formed Hellfire specifically to find for himself back in high school.

The problem is, he’s afraid that bringing it up now, that’s going to be too soon. And he’s driving himself crazy over it because the harder he tries not to bring it up, the more he almost does.

He almost blurted it out this morning over breakfast. Twice.

You’re the one laughing now, cupping his stubble lined jaw to get him looking down at you. You’re biting your lip as you stare up at him. Every cell in your body is dying to say something, to bring up the subject and see how he takes it but you’re also a little scared.

❝ N-nothing.. I wasn’t the only one spaced out, Munson.❞ you mumble, swallowing hard as you melt into him just a little more. ❝ Where were you at just now, hm?❞ you’re turning the whole thing around on him because you know if you don’t, you will blurt it out.

He chuckles, a ringed hand caressing your face before kissing your forehead. ❝ You’re spacing me out, woman.. If we’re gonna go see this movie..❞ he drops his voice to a husky whisper, ❝ you might want t’ go get ready.. Before I change my mind and take you to bed..❞

You whimper quietly as he drags his tongue around the shell of your ear. Reluctantly, you pry yourself off of him and make your way down into the bedroom you’re both sharing to change.

Eddie takes several shaky breaths and leans against the wall. ❝ Emerson doesn’t know what he’s talkin about. It’s not like I can just blurt out the fact that I wanna knock her up, that I think she’s even more sexy when she’s pregnant and I wanna have more kids, there’s a time and place t’ say that shit..❞

Laughter from the doorway of Rosie’s bedroom has Eddie wanting to disappear into the floor. Rosie’s looking up at him, big doe eyes shining in mischief. She pushes the door closed behind her quietly.

Eddie tries to act as if she probably didn’t just hear every single word he said. ❝ You uh.. We all ready now, baby bat?❞

Rosie nods. After a little digging, she finds the pair of Vans she’s currently always wearing, red and black. She holds them out to Eddie. Eddie goes down on one knee, slipping the shoes onto her feet, pretending that they’re a glass slipper, making a fuss when the shoe fits her foot perfectly. She throws her arms around his neck and he breathes in the sweet and clean smell of his little girl. Every time he thinks he can’t possibly love her more, he’s proven wrong.

Even when she’s being every bit as hard-headed as he is.

The hug breaks and Rosie giggles. ❝ I wished for a little brother on my birthday candle… Remember when you were askin me what I wished for?❞ Rosie goes quiet. She’s fiddling with the sleeve edges on her favorite black longsleeve. It’s a Corroded Coffin shirt from the last music festival Eddie tagged you and Rosie along to before Corroded Coffin finally declared they were done, they were retiring to go out on a high note.

Eddie lightly grips his little girl’s jaw. ❝ You did, huh?❞ he asks. Rosie nods quietly. Drops her gaze and shuffles her feet against the bedroom floor. ❝ It’s just.. I’m glad you’re my daddy and I love mama but.. I don’t have anybody t’ play with when Argie and Johnny are being stupid.❞

Eddie nods. Fluffing at his daughter’s hair as he chuckles. ❝ Well, it was a birthday wish. Those do have a lotta power, baby bat.❞

Rosie smiles and throws her arms around him again, you step into the room just in time to watch the little moment. To have overheard the little conversation between father and daughter. Eddie’s reaction was so vague that you’re not sure whether it’s a good idea to tell him Rosie isn’t the only one who wants Rosie to have a baby brother or sister.. You study the two for a few seconds and laugh. ❝ Okay, you two conspiring against me already?❞ you joke and Eddie smirks. ❝ Maybe we were, babe.❞

❝ I’m gonna go play with my Legos in th’ living room. Can I watch MTV?❞ Rosie asks. Both of you nod and Rosie goes into the living room to play. This leaves you both alone together in some thick tension.

At first, neither of you seems willing to shatter it. But Eddie can’t take it a second longer and this results in him, exploding in a passionate rant as he paces the bedroom until you think he’ll pace a hole right through the floor.

You choke on air when you hear him say that while he thinks you’re sexy, he thinks you’d be even sexier if he knocked you up but then he throws up his hands and swears in frustration because he didn’t mean for that to be the first thing he blurted out in regards to having another kid, wanting a small army of kids with you. You’re stunned. Jaw dropped, eyes wide as you watch him have his little rant and stay quiet because you’re still frantically trying to process.

❝ And I just… I never thought me, I.. Eddie Munson, would be sayin this shit. T’ anybody. Ever. But damn it,❞ Eddie trails off, going quiet as he takes a few deep breaths, ❝ I can’t even look at you lately without imagining you pregnant. All our kids rushing around the house, chaos every morning.. I want this and if you don’t..❞ but you cut off his words by climbing into his lap as you cup his face with both hands and kiss him until you feel his mind starting to quiet down, his hands roaming all over your body. When he squeezes your ass and rocks you right over the way he’s strained almost painfully against the faded jeans he’s wearing, you whine against the shell of his ear, ❝ You’re not playing very fair right now, Eddie..❞ and he just chuckles. You lean into his ear, melting against him as you mutter softly, ❝ I want all of that too.. You were saying you want to fuck a baby into me later, I didn’t hear you wrong.. Right?❞

He growls quietly. Groaning as you bare down against the way his cock is hard enough to push against the zipper of his jeans. He nips at your neck roughly and his hands settle on your ass, squeezing. He’s guiding you back and forth over his lap and you whine, nipping at the way the tip of his spider tattoo just barely peeks out over the neckline of his t-shirt. ❝ That feel like a misunderstandin’, sweetheart?❞ he asks quietly as he stares up at you. You bite your lip and whine, the friction you were getting has slowed down drastically and you want it back. You’re desperate to get it back.

❝ How soon?❞ he asks a few seconds later. Your hand fists the front of his shirt and you pull him against you, your mouth just barely grazing against his as you laugh softly. ❝ Tonight. I.. I wanna start trying tonight.❞

❝Fuck.❞ he groans out as you rock yourself against the way he’s strained at his jeans all over again. His breath catches in his throat and he grabs your ass roughly just to slow you down because if he doesn’t, he’s going to make a mess of himself right here, right now. He leans into you and nips at your neck after he’s nosed some hair out of his way. ❝ It’s a date, sweetheart. Think you’ll be able t’ keep your hands off me ‘til then?❞ and the gleam in his eye tells you that this is a challenge.

That you’re in for it, Eddie is going to do everything in his power to make you cave…

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It’s just getting to the part where Billy’s about to reveal the truth to Sidney when you feel the cool metal of Eddie’s rings against the inside of your thigh. You can feel your entire body as it heats up. You shoot him a little pout and some side-eye, but he smirks. Slips his hand off your thigh to grab himself some popcorn after he mumbles ❝The bucket is in your lap, woman.. You expect me to control myself?❞ and pouts right back.

Rosie is sitting in the row right in front of you both with her friends, their eyes glued to the screen, a hand paused midway to her mouth to take a bite of popcorn she hasn’t taken in over three minutes.

Eddie’s hand creeps higher, a finger dragging ever-so-slowly right up your center. He chuckles when you squirm and shift around just a little in your seat. As his finger drags over you again, your legs clamp together, holding his hand between your thighs.

Your ears feel like they’re on fire. Eddie bites his lip when the two of you lock eyes, two long fingers pushing the soaked fabric to the side as they make contact with your bare cunt. You shiver before you can stop yourself. Shoot Eddie a dirty look and nod to an usher that’s just wandered in, flashlight in hand.

Eddie leans into you, breath warm against the shell of your ear as he whispers quietly, ❝Fuck.❞ breathing heavily as he raises the fingers he just had buried in your dripping cunt to his lips, licking them clean as he holds your gaze. You bite back a whine and he leans back into you, whispering quietly, ❝I can’t fuckin wait to fill up your pretty little pussy when we get back home, babe..❞ as he grabs your wrist and guides your hand to his lap, letting you palm at the way he’s strained through his jeans. You bite back another whine, helpless.

❝Eddie.❞ you whine, helpless. Soaked through in seconds. He chuckles. Your hand ghosts over the bulge strained against black jeans and he bites his bottom lip. Both of you glance at the seat in front of you to make sure Rosie is okay. She’s arguing with Argie in a hushed tone about who the killer is, throwing her hand in his face when he insists a second time that it has to be Randy. She thinks it’s Billy, Sidney Prescott’s boyfriend.

After you’ve made sure Rosie isn’t too scared, Eddie turns his attention back to teasing you. Bucking himself up into you as you continue to clumsily palm at the bulge in his jeans. His head falls back against the seat and he bites back the urge to groan as you drag a finger over the zipper of his jeans slowly. He leans into you to whisper ❝Fuck, sweetheart.. All this teasin me is only gonna get you in real trouble.❞ against the shell of your ear. You lean into him to mumble back quietly, ❝Oh? Maybe I like the sound of that, Eddie. Maybe that’s what I want.❞

The movie is coming to an end. Rosie’s triumphant outburst from the seat in front of you when the killers reveal themselves -and Johnny Byers arguing with Argie about her being right all along, is accompanied by snickering from Will, Mike and Jane. As the lights begin to come on, you pout a little to yourself but you pull your hand away from Eddie’s lap. You don’t even mind that you both missed huge parts of the movie, your heart is racing as the two of you file out of your row and wait by the door leading out of the theater room for Rosie and her friends to come out so the two of you can take Rosie home.

❝Can’t wait to get you home, sweetheart.❞ Eddie laughs quietly as he scoops up Rosie when she starts to yawn and then slips his other arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side closer. You look up at him and bite your lip suggestively, squeaking just a little when Eddie’s hand wanders down, giving your ass a little squeeze.

As Rosie drifts off to sleep in the backseat of your car, Eddie takes a hand off the steering wheel and skims it right up the inside of your thighs, growling before he can stop himself when he feels just how much slicker your thighs have gotten. You slip your hand into his lap and he bucks against it as you palm at the way he’s hard enough to break through his jeans and only getting harder. You’re five minutes away from home but it might as well be five thousand years and it feels like the drive is only getting longer.

Eddie’s fingers brush past the soaked barrier of your panties and bury inside of you and you give the inside of his thigh a squeeze as you just barely gasp. ❝Almost time, sweetheart..❞ he chuckles quietly as he turns down the street you live on..

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You’ve both just finished tucking Rosie into bed. Eddie turns on Rosie’s Scooby Doo nightlight and tucks her favorite stuffed animal into bed with her. As the two of you step out into the hallway, your back meets the closed door with a soft thud as Eddie’s restraint vanishes in a split second. His hands are all over you, finally settling on your ass as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him and he rocks himself into you, making you whine.

❝Ready for bed, sweetheart?❞ he asks the question in a breathy whisper as he nips his way down your neck. You whimper and rub yourself against him, needy. His mouth finds yours as he carries you down the hallway, navigating forgotten toys, a box or two from his old apartment in California and other obstacles that crowd the hallway with ease. He kicks the bedroom door open carefully and steps inside with you. Clothing that litters the top of the dresser is swept off and he sits you down in the space he’s just made, eyes gleaming as the kiss breaks, a strand of saliva between your mouths keeping you connected. You’re rocking against him and moaning out his name, shaky hands tugging the old Hellfire t-shirt up over his head as he strips off your crop top and slips his finger beneath the back of your bra, unhooking the clasps with ease and speed.

The clothing settles in a pile on the floor and he leans into you, pushing you up against the wall behind the dresser, his mouth moving down your body. He pauses at your belly button to stare up at you, tugging down your panties. You reach out and work the jeans and boxers he’s wearing down and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side. That cute little denim mini skirt you’ve been wearing is pushed up to your hips as Eddie gets caught up in the moment and decides that he can’t wait another second, he has to taste you now. He sinks down in front of you, your legs settling over his shoulder as his mouth moves up the soft dough of your thighs, licking clean the mess he’s made. Your hands tug at his hair and grip the edge of the dresser as he pushes your legs apart a little better and buries his tongue and three fingers inside your drippy cunt. Groaning as the taste of you fills his mouth. ❝C’mon, princess.. Pull harder.❞ he moans out against your sex, fingers pumping into you as his tongue swirls. You rock yourself towards his mouth and he chuckles. ❝Thatta girl.. Gettin’ nice and wet for me..❞

You can feel your orgasm building, prepared to wreck you and you tug his hair a little harder. Eddie pauses and you pout. He stares up at the way you’re about to come completely apart for him and bites his lip, ❝You’re gonna be so fuckin cute all knocked up, princess.❞ he mutters quietly and you whine, begging for him. ❝Eddie,❞ you plead, ❝I-I.. I need you now.❞

❝Not until you give me what y’ know I want, princess.❞ Eddie’s permission to get off needs no further explanation and your orgasm rips through you, soaking his tongue and fingers as he growls quietly, the taste of you filling his mouth. He raises up again, his mouth conquering your mouth as he ruts into you while scooping you off the dresser to toss you gently onto the bed. He follows suit, your bodies tangled.

Touching. Biting. Kissing. He’s marked you up, hickies and bite marks litter your skin from neck to cunt, there are even a few sore bruises lining up the inside of your thighs.

He lines his cock up with your throbbing cunt, dragging the head down your center. When you shiver because it feels so good, he chuckles against your ear. ❝I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. You gonna be a good girl and take it f’ me?❞ his voice is sex, gravel and velvet all in one as he asks the question. It’s so different than the sweet things he usually says that you’re whimpering, begging him to do it, to take you already.

He thrusts into you slow. It’s an agonizing pace and you can feel every single inch, every vein that runs through his thick cock as he pushes into you. His hips beat against yours hard enough to bruise and he’s got you caged in beneath his body, his mouth all over you. You meet every one of his thrusts eagerly and when he comes to a stop, you whine about it.

❝You feel so fuckin good, sweetheart. Your pussy clenches around me so fuckin tight.❞ Eddie growls out, ❝Can’t wait t’ fill you up.❞ as he fucks into you slower. At one point, he has to reach out an arm and push the headboard against the wall so it’ll stop banging at it. But the way you squeeze him feels so good and you’re so wet that a minute or two later, he’s fucking at you faster and he’s used his grip on your hip for leverage, angling your hips upward just a little, bottoming out. You’re seeing stars as another orgasm builds, stopped at the brink every single time Eddie feels you tense and dig your nails in his back.

❝Fuck, princess. –ah shit, I can’t..❞ he groans out against your neck, ❝I’m gonna cum, shit. You feel too good, sweetheart.❞ and you whine, begging for it. It’s so hot that Eddie’s thrusts speed up, fucking into you faster and deeper, hips stammering as his orgasm shatters through and biting at your neck as this prompts you to pull him even deeper inside by wrapping your legs around his waist. His forehead finds your own as his thrusts slow down and he presses soft little kisses against your mouth and cheeks. ❝I love you.❞ is said in unison, the two of you laughing softly in the dark about it because if there’s one thing you’re both good at it’s doing everything perfectly right BUT.. completely backwards.

Eddie’s still fucking into you, slow and steady. ❝Don’t wanna stop, princess. Your pussy feels sooo fucking good wrapped around my cock.❞

When he’s finally finished fucking the seed that leaked out back into you, he rolls the two of you so that you’re on top. You’re both yawning now, sleepy kisses are landing against each other’s skin as he removes one of his hands from your ass to cup your cheek, dragging his thumb across. ❝Wanna go t’ sleep just like this.❞

❝Me too, baby. I love the way you feel inside me.❞ you drawl, sleep making you stumble over words, making your voice all dreamy as the two of you drift off…

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When Dawn Comes

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Chapters: TBA

Summary:

“Tomorrow is 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the first day of summer.” Eight months after one of the worst weeks in Nico and Will's lives, summer rolls back around. With it comes the sudden bursting of life throughout Camp Half-Blood, and a whole lot of people who were not informed that the two boys they left behind nearly died way too many times. Or got new sets of trauma. Or gained a small pack of cacodemons. The good news is that Nico and Will are not above using this new terrain to mess with people. The bad news is that it sometimes messes with them, too.

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“Tomorrow is not the first day of summer.”

“It is for us.” Was all Will said, haphazardly dropping arrows into their holsters. It looked good enough. “It’s nearly the end of May.”

“Which is not summer.”

“Since when were you the expert on seasons?” Will snorted, hand on his hip as he raised a brow, looking over his shoulder.

“It’s not summer until it’s suffocating to wear my jacket.” Nico puffed, crossing his arms, doing absolutely squat to tidy up the Apollo Cabin in any shape or form. “This is spring.”

“Well, some schools release in late spring, then.” Will rolled his eyes, striding past the holsters. “Surely you know this?”

“I was never released in the spring. Summer is June. Who the hell gets summer break in May?”

“End of May.”

“It’s the same thing.”

“It’s not.” Will didn’t fight very hard to hide the grin from his face, striding over to the cabin beds, checking under them in case any stray trash materialized underneath it. Or Cocoa Puffs.

“And you’re sure they’re coming tomorrow?” He could hear Nico scrunching up his face, and his smile widened as he crouched. Nothing but darkness and a stray Kit Kat wrapper. He had a sneaking suspicion Nico left that there.

“I’ve been as sure as the last time you asked. And the time before that. And the time before—”

“It could have changed!” Nico scoffed, Will leaning forward to scoop up the wrapper. “I haven’t ever exactly had to pay attention to these things before.”

“Well, now you get to be part of the welcoming committee.” Will rocked back up to his feet, swaying purposefully before turning and holding out the wrapper. “Forget this?”

“Never seen it before in my life.” Nico said, barely so much as glancing at it. “I imagine there would be much better welcoming committees than me.”

“You’re plenty welcoming.”

“I’m really not, you know I’m not.”

“You’re welcoming to me.” Will sighed dramatically, walking over in as casual of a way as he could muster.

“That’s because you’re you.” Nico sighed, as if he wasn’t smiling, and Will wasn’t grinning right back down at him as he stopped.

“And you likeeeee me.” Will teased, sticking out his tongue, which got a truly pungent scoff in response.

“What are you, eight?”

“Now, that’s just an insult to Harley.” Will chuckled, rocking on his heels, hands behind his back.

“Oh, yes, my mistake.” Nico drawled. “Seven years old, that was what I should’ve guessed.”

“Uh huh,” Will hummed, rocking forward instead, Nico raising a brow as Will snaked a hand around one shoulder, “doesn’t make me any less right.”

“Then I’d say your claim is an understatement.”

“Sweet-talker.” Will grinned, and proceeded to bap Nico’s cheek with the wrapper still in his hand. “You still need to throw this away.”

With that, he retracted his hand, and that wrapper fell from Nico’s cheek. He sputtered, fumbling more so on instinct to grab it. Will was already spinning right around, a safer few feet away, double-checking his cabin.

“Oh, come on, you don’t even know this was me—”

“It was you.” Will said, not even looking back.

“Says who?”

“Says me.” Will was still smiling, but refused to look back. “And the Cocoa Puffs.”

“They do not say that. They like me.”

“They like me.” Will did look back then, raising an amused brow. “Shall I count the ways I have been smothered in my sleep?”

“Maybe they’re just trying to get rid of you.” Nico puffed, crumpling up the wrapper and shoving it in his pocket. “Keep me all for themselves.”

“Nah, they’re you, and you like me.” Will teased, turning back around and waving a hand. “I think my cabin’s as good as it's ever gonna be.”

“I’ve been saying that for the last hour.” Nico groaned, more dramatically than what was really needed, tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling as though it would listen to his woes. It would not. “And the Puffs can think on their own, thank you very much.”

“Mhmm,” Will hummed, shouldering open the ajar door and back out into the sunset spreading across camp, and to the rest of the staff puttering about. Most everything had been set for the new arrival of campers already, but last-minute adjustments could always be done, “where are they, anyway?”

“Somewhere.” Nico waved a hand vaguely around as he followed, which didn’t help in the slightest. “Hiding. Hell if I know where.”

“I think they’re just finding the deepest darkest crevices and making nests.” Will guessed, peering around as though he could spot one of the Puffs. “Or exploring, actually. If they wanted dark places, your cabin would be swarmed.”

“Hilarious,” Nico drawled, standing next to him, also watching the camp putter about. “They’ll pop up eventually. They’re just preparing for tomorrow.”

“They excited about scaring the daylights out of returning campers?” Will grinned, all teeth, looking down at Nico.

“Ecstatic.” Nico confirmed, grinning right back in that mischievous way of his. It was also kind of haunting, but all of Nico’s smiles were like that. It was adorable, honestly. “You said Austin and Kayla still don’t really get what they are?”

“Didn’t get the chance to really explain them, no.” Will confirmed. “And Piper?”

“No idea if she told anyone.” Nico shrugged. “I want to say word can’t have spread that fast, but she might’ve called Leo, and if she did, the whole plan is ruined.”

“That is, if Piper fully understood what kind of Puffs you were describing, and if Leo then understood it.” Will reminded.

“Oh, true,” Nico hummed, squinting off into the distance, “alright, we should be fine, then.”

“We?” Will snorted. “Is this a joint effort, now?”

“You’re not stopping it.” Nico said by way of answer, turning and beginning the trek further up the houses, Will following after.

“Well, it will be pretty hilarious.” Will admitted, knocking his arm with Nico’s, which had been meant as a friendly jest, but then Nico was knocking back, and his fingers kept trying to curl around Will’s hand, so he grasped them together. He certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Do you think Chiron would let me threaten the Hermes kids if they get any ideas about using them for pranks?” Nico wondered aloud.

“He’d probably ask you to be nicer about it.” Will hummed, leaning closer as they walked and nearly dropping half his weight on Nico, head thumping against the side of his and causing him to stumble at the surprise shift. “But I’ll threaten them for you when he’s not looking.”

“You’re so sweet.” Nico grunted, shouldering at Will until he snickered and stood on his own two feet. “Can’t you get in trouble for that, being a counselor and all?”

“You’re also technically a—”

“I do not count and you know it.”

“Chiron thinks better of me.” Will shrugged it off, his nonchalance easily being ruined by a sly little smirk forming. “It pays to have a golden reputation, lets you get away with a lot more.”

“You have to be more creative with those jokes.” Nico puffed, which was also ruined by him squeezing Will’s hand as he spoke.

“Get more creative with your insults, then.”

“I happen to think a skeletal radius shoved up the ass is a pretty creative insult.” Nico raised a brow.

“That’s not an insult,” WIll corrected, shifting into what he liked to call Counselor Mode, speaking in a purposefully mocking holier-than-thou tone, if only because it made Nico an adorable kind of puffy, “that’s a threat. Two very different things. Also,” He paused, “don’t try that threat with the Hermes kids.”

“What, will it give them ideas?” Nico squinted. “I don’t think they have access to bones.”

“No, but you’ll probably want to threaten with a leg bone going where it shouldn’t, nothing in the arm or hand.” Will commented, making a great effort to watch the harpies fly overhead with what looked like some old fairy lights. Had anyone been using those? “They’ll make comments, and you will not like them.”

“About arm bones?” Nico squinted further. “What would a Hermes kid have to say about—?”

“You know what, how about you just work on the insults?” Will suggested quickly, wondering if he yelled at himself in his head loud enough, a God might hear him. Probably. “Like, bone-insults. Are there bone insults?”

“I dunno,” Nico shrugged, thankfully moving onto the next subject, “I could…say someone looks like their skull would make a great bowling ball?”

“That’s kind of horrific, and also I think that doubles as a threat.”

“Threats work better than insults.” Nico decided, slowing down, and Will realized they were approaching the Hades cabin. “Shuts them up quicker.”

“Oh, well, can’t argue with that.” Will nodded sagely. “Threatening you with twenty-four-hour infirmary supervision? All that complaining about not being able to shadow-travel practically disappears.”

Nico elbowed Will in the side for that, to which he could only laugh. It was kinda hard, but not enough that it had Will doubling over like it did the first few times Nico tried. It was pretty easy to tell that Nico toned it back these days.

“Whatever, agree to disagree.” Nico gruffed, and Will kept it to himself that they were trying to not do that, but he didn’t really wanna ruin the joke with something heavy. “I can’t lure you to be a horrible counselor for tonight, right?”

“It’s not breaking a rule if the rule is about a boy and a girl being alone.” Will grinned, bringing Nico’s hand up and giving it a few squeezes with uneven pressure. Even when Tartarus was months behind them, his muscle strength still didn’t feel as great some days. “What, is the scary Nico di Angelo worried about when I won’t be able to sneak off and cuddle all night without getting caught?” He teased, keeping his voice down just in case any of the staff heard (though, really, he’s sure a good few already knew and had been nice enough to not tell Chiron) and leaning down.

“You did get caught.” Nico muttered, ducking his head with a flush, though he didn’t retreat when Will bonked his forehead on the crown of his head.

“Hardly my fault that the nymph was a fellow early-riser and saw me leave.” Will puffed, pulling an exaggerated frown. “I don’t think she said anything, anyway.” “She totally said something.” Nico snickered, still a bit red, but trying to gain that bit of an upper-hand back. “Did you somehow miss how many smug nymphs there were? They won some bets, I’m sure.”

“I would like to not think about the nymphs betting on us, thank you.” Will sighed, Nico’s giggling increasing as Will ducked further, at a rather uncomfortable angle to be nearly smooshed face-to-face. “Now do you want me to technically not break any rules or not?”

“I thought that offer died?” Nico blinked, suddenly much more alert.

“In what sentence did I say no?” Will raised a brow, and a hint of Nico’s flush returned.

“You didn’t say yes.” Nico shot back, though it came out more of a mutter.

“Yes, then, I think I’m free tonight.” Will grinned, closing that distance (which was barely any distance at all, really) for a quick kiss. “Because, I can promise you, my siblings will not let me sneak off. That’s a promise.”

“Austin and Kayla—”

“Are, unfortunately, only two siblings, and Apollo kids are kinda loud.” He reminded, leaning further back to stand at a normal angle, though he did untangle his hand from Nico’s to loop both arms around his neck. He was very smug to see Nico seemed very down with this arrangement. “Which is a sentence you should not repeat in front of the Hermes kids.” He added quickly, and immediately wished he didn’t. Good fucking Gods.

“Still don’t get it.” Nico said simply, hands flexing by his chest, a clear, silent worry at where to put them. “And hey, in a pinch, we can just say I had another bad nightmare. One that only my boyfriend can mend, as per usual.”

“Keep it for emergencies.” Will decided with a thoughtful nod. “Can’t use it too often or Chiron might get suspicious, you know.”

“Emergencies?” Nico snorted, hands still flexing. “What, emergency cuddling? In a time of crisis?”

“They’re of grave importance, you know.” Will linked his hands behind Nico’s head, moving just a bit closer. “You look like a pangolin.”

“I— what?” Nico balked, pausing.

“You know, the animals that kinda look like an armadillo and an aardvark had a kid.” Will said easily, smile lopsided. “Gracie loves ‘em, showed me a ton of pictures.” He purposefully angled his eyes down to Nico’s hands, head unmoving. “Look like they’re at their first prom and don’t know how to ask for a dance, the poor little guys.”

“Hey,” Nico puffed up, not unlike a cat (which Will would keep to himself, because he preferred to live), promptly grabbing at Will’s wrists, “I do not look like a pan…penguin?” He squinted.

“Pangolin.”

“I said that.”

“Sure you did. Do you even know what a prom is?”

“Do you think I came into the present last week?” Nico squinted as though he thought Will might genuinely be an idiot.

“You didn’t know that Nike was also a shoe brand.”

“How was I supposed to know that—”

“Holly almost killed me, but it was so worth telling you.” Will chuckled. “Then she almost killed you, which was more fun.”

“I think I’m retracting that offer.” Nico grumbled, glancing over at his door. The sun was nearly completely set now, and already, Will could feel that little internal clock telling him to hit the hay. “You can enjoy your empty cabin while it lasts.”

“Nah, it’s no fun when it's empty.” Will hummed, tapping his fingers along the back of Nico’s neck, making him prickle slightly with the sensation. “And it’s hardly fair to leave your cabin all empty now, is it?”

“I happen to like it some days.” Nico muttered, not protesting when Will straightened up and took a quick survey of their surroundings. “You don’t need to keep lookout, Will.”

“I would like to not have Chiron kick me out cause one of the harpies saw, thank you.” He huffed, slowly unwinding his arms, to which Nico seemed almost remorseful.

“I really don’t think that's going to happen—”

“It’s Chiron, I call it a miracle he specified that rule was only for—”

“Oi, boys,”

Will jumped, he’s not too proud to admit it. Hands braced halfway out at his sides in some stance that really wouldn’t have done much except smack anyone to his direct left or right.

Nico’s was subtler, a slight full-body jerk. His eyes moved before his head, wide and darting to the side, head following a few moments later.

The satyr, for his part, didn’t look too bothered either way, even with the massive box labeled SHARP ITEMS in messy sharpie scrawled over the side in his arms.

“Speaking of perfect timing,” the satyr continued, nodding his head forward, “Chiron wants you.”

Will looked over Nico's head, who fully turned. Sure enough, off on the hill, by the Big House, was Chiron, waving a hand in their direction.

He was silhouetted, the sun nearly completely down behind him. No clue as to what his expression looked like, which could be slightly dangerous.

“Uh, thanks.” Will mumbled, clearing his throat and ignoring Nico giving him a very unimpressed stare.

The satyr just nodded, and if it weren’t for his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smile as he was turning away, Will would’ve believed he couldn’t care less about the two of them.

He was beginning to suspect the staff at Camp Half-Blood thought mortal demigods were much more entertaining than was strictly necessary.

“Nice lookout duty, Solace.” Nico drawled, already making the trek up to meet Chiron.

“I wasn’t looking that far ahead!” Will protested, hurrying to fall into step, and maybe walk a little faster than needed.

“It truly is a miracle you’ve done anything subtly.”

“It’s not exactly a specialty of Apollo kids, y’know.” Will puffed, rolling his eyes and jogging the last few meters up the hill. Nico, pointedly, did not do that.

“How’s everything look down there, boys?” Chiron asked, smiling warmly down, even though Will could easily see the stress of nonstop work wrinkling at his eyes.

“Good enough,” Will shrugged, aware of Nico arriving only by a darkish mass sliding into his peripheral vision.

“Suppose that’s the best we can have.” Chiron sighed, weary, and Will tried not to snicker. “It’s truly astounding how much work there still needs to be done last-minute when we’ve had only two campers.”

“I tried to curb him.” Nico pointed a thumb in Will’s direction. “He’s just a mess, that one.”

Will rolled his eyes, shoving at Nico’s arm. Nico only snorted, lightly shoving him right back.

“Certainly,” Chiron hummed, amused. “If I am not interrupting anything, then, I would like to speak with you two before our campers arrive.”

“I’ve already recruited him to be part of the welcoming committee.” Will slung an arm around Nico’s shoulders, tugging him closer and causing him to stumble. “He’ll be the friendliest face for, oh, ten minutes? Best I can do is twelve.” He squinted off, as though lost in thought.

“A rib is about to get real friendly with your throat.” Nico muffled, partially smooshed against his chest, not even trying to push him off.

“Make that nine minutes.” Will corrected.

Chiron chuckled, but even Will could tell it was a tad…strained. Not quite the stress-kind of stained, which was already making him a bit worried. He thought he did a pretty good job of not showing it, loosening his grip on Nico so he could stand normally.

He was sure Nico noticed, if only from how rigid he became under his arm.

“Yes, well, I had meant to talk with you boys before we were so limited on time, but…” Chiron paused, here, and Will tried very hard to not grip onto Nico’s opposite sleeve before he continued, “have you two decided how you’ll handle your story?”

Will blinked. He glanced at Nico out of the corner of his eye, who looked equally confused.

“Our story?” Will tried hesitantly.

“Tartarus,” Chiron said gravely, and Will slumped his shoulders. Some of it was relief because, well, this he could handle.

“Well, that depends on how many people have already heard through the grapevine.” Will shrugged.

“I’m sure some have already caught wind,” Nico brushed it off, “Percy’s not known to keep his mouth shut, and Piper very easily could have told anyone else.”

“Except for Hazel, for some reason.” Will added. “You’re sure you haven’t gotten any angry letters or missed Iris messages?”

“If I did, she would’ve stormed over herself.” Nico glanced at him for barely a second. “If she knew, we would be well aware of it.”

“I only want to be on the same page as you both,” Chiron interrupted, “because I know very well campers will still have questions, and some might not have heard at all.”

“Then we tell them.” Nico shrugged, a casualness that was only moderately forced, Will knew. “We went to Tartarus, had an awful week, and got Bob back.”

“We’ve talked about it a few times.” Will assured. “I mean, I really don’t see us sharing every detail—”

“Gods no,” Nico huffed quietly.

“—but we don’t mind telling it.” He finished, giving a little squeeze to Nico’s shoulders. “The first few times, at least. After a while, they can just pick up the story from someone else.”

“This is how rumors start.” Nico sighed, tipping his head back slightly to stare up at the stars blinking into existence. “They might be amusing ones.”

“The Hermes kids will have a blast, I’m sure.” Will agreed with a chuckle.

“Very well, very well.” Chiron nodded slowly, seeming more at ease, muscles less tense. “Would you care for us to correct any confusion we may hear?”

“Eh, I mean, unless it’s harmful, I don’t really care?” Will said bluntly. “Nico?”

“So long as no one gets wrong ideas, they can think what they want.” Nico said simply. “We went to Tartarus, and if they can’t figure out any more details, they’ll fill in the blanks themselves.”

“If you’re both sure.” Chiron nodded, paused, then, “and the, um, cacodemons?”

“Cocoa Puffs.” Nico corrected, mostly on an impulse.

“Oh, don’t tell anyone about those.” Will talked over him, grinning. “Nico’s orders.”

“It’ll be the campers welcome-back gift.” Nico said with a mischievous smile, full of teeth. Will failed miserably to never be fascinated how those teeth were just a bit abnormally sharp. “A Cocoa Puff hiding under their bunk.”

“...I see.” Chiron said slowly, and Will thought he looked like he was considering all of his choices that led up to him standing here today. “And…if the campers retaliate on impulse to the sight of one of these demons…?”

“They always come back.” Nico said easily.

“As we have eventually learned.” Will added on. “Do you think they regenerate in Tartarus, or another one just kinda…peels out from the dark, blobby mold? I never actually got that clarified.”

“Don’t care enough to check.” Nico didn’t look at him, and Will just snickered.

“Right, then,” Chiron said, still slowly. “Well, if there is to be anything else you would like to establish��?”

“Give us a heads up if a furious Camp Jupiter kid comes storming over.” Will said, leaning a bit of his weight on Nico. “Nico can’t really be saved, but I’ll have a chance at a getaway.”

“I will drag you back by the ankles.” Nico warned, giving a glare that wasn’t at all genuine.

“You and what muscle?”

“Then I wish you boys a safe night.” Chiron talked over whatever rebuke Nico had. “It will likely be the quietest you’ll have for a long time.”

“Here’s to hoping.” Will gave a mock salute, already stepping back, to which Nico followed instead of letting his arm slip free. “See you at the welcoming party!” He called over his shoulder, turning right back around.

“Goodnight, Will. Nico.”

“Chiron.” Nico gave a half-hearted wave behind him, already making a beeline for his cabin faster than Will was walking, and his arm did fall from around his shoulders then.

“Have you prepared the Puffs for summer, actually?” Will wondered aloud, keeping his stroll casual as Nico kept pausing and looking back, very clearly silently urging Will to walk faster, please.

“They know new people will be arriving, and to not attack first. Unless it’ll be funny.” Nico’s mouth twitched at a smile for a moment. “I may have encouraged them to hide until a camper finds them.”

“You’re devious.” Will chuckled, casting his eyes up towards the night sky, to the moon rising in the far distance. He still got all shivery during the night, as though seeing a goddess staring back at him from her millions of stars.

But, if she was, Will found he didn’t care so much anymore. He’d damn well light-blast her again.

“I’m a son of Hades.” Nico said, shoving open his cabin door. “Move before I get some common sense back.”

“Oh, no, the horror,” Will drawled, leaning back to check the ridge where Chiron last was.

Nada, not hide nor hair that looked even remotely equine. Most of the staff was further off, or turning in for the night and deciding what they’d put together was good enough, but there were certainly witnesses.

Also, he hadn’t seen Mr. D since that morning with a concerning amount of soda. He was, apparently, mourning his last ‘semi-free’ day of work before summer kicked up.

“Will.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Will chuckled, giving one last glance before darting in through the door, moving to the side the second he was in. Just in case.

“And you call me paranoid.” Nico huffed, rolling his eyes and lazily pushing the door shut, plunging them both in darkness.

“I’d like to not get caught and kicked out of my boyfriend's cabin the day before campers show up, Gods forbid if any of them are my siblings.” Will said, shaking his hand out a bit and watching as he started glowing ever-so-faintly on instinct. Neither of them had really gotten used to total pitch-blackness again. Not that it was quite as dark as that, but a little glow wouldn’t hurt.

“The horror.” Nico repeated mockingly, and Will could see the faint outlines of his face under the warm glow (and he was never even close to poetic, his siblings had always been much better at it, but he really did think there were two sides to Nico when under a warm yellow or cold blue light. Like two sides of a coin, so clearly a different appearance, and impossible to choose which one could be best).

“Would you like to have that be the first thing Hazel hears about?” Will puffed, and Nico was already turning right around and off towards his bed.

“I’d survive.” Nico said uncaringly, pitching face-forward to fall across his bed.

“Right, of course, my mistake,” Will rolled his eyes, “when compared to Tartarus, sneaking around with a boyfriend is a walk in the park.”

“She likes you, anyway.” Nico muffled into the bed, which mostly came out as grunts, and Will had to translate what he thought he heard.

“Yeah, and my siblings like you.” Will reminded, moving over and sitting, like a normal person, at Nico’s side. “This still won’t stop them from never letting me hear the end of it.”

“Austin and Kayla like me.” Nico corrected, raising a hand as though making a valid point.

“The most, maybe,” Will shrugged, kicking off his shoes, “but if I have a sibling who just doesn’t like you, I’ve yet to hear about it.”

“You’re oblivious sometimes.” Nico hummed, turning his head to the side and looking up at him.

“They like you.” Will assured, turning to the side. “Now scootch. Unless you wanna be crushed.”

“You do that anyway.” Nico grumbled, though he did sit up so Will could fall across his bed the normal way, head just short of hitting one of the pillows.

“Yeah, but it’s not the fun kind of being crushed.” Will said simply. “We should really just get you a weighted blanket. I promise you, you’ll like one.”

“Don’t need it.” Nico grunted, shucking off his coat and debating for a moment before just tossing it over the headboard of his bed. “You work just fine.”

“That’s very sweet, and I’m very touched,” Will said, silently hoping Nico wouldn’t notice his glow kicking up a few notches at his words, “but you’re about to lose this living weighted blanket come tomorrow.”

“You’ll find a way.” Nico said simply, pitching forward over the bed again, twisting at the last minute and almost landing vertically over the bed. He still missed slightly, and sort of half-fell over Will’s stomach.

“Ow,” Will grumbled, only momentarily having the air punched out of him, automatically curling up and getting an armful of Nico.

“Sorry,” Nico puffed into his shoulder when he adjusted himself there.

“No, you’re not.” Will muttered, obediently shifting until his back was pressed against the wall, and Nico was trying to bury himself under the covers.

“Poor you,” Nico snarked, lightly swatting Will’s arm until he moved up so Nico could pull the blankets back and scurry under it. Will just pulled it over himself like, you know, a normal person.

“You might also want to invest in a night light.” Will looked around the room, and didn’t dare glance down at Nico popping his head back out of the blankets when he said; “that is not me.”

“You’re the best night light, though.” Nico teased, pulling at Will’s shirt like he was trying to claw it off him as he smooshed closer.

“Again, very sweet, but I can’t do this every night.” Will chuckled, turning on his side and partially raising an arm for Nico to crawl himself under, face pressed so firmly against Will’s neck he might as well have been trying to melt into it.

“Figure it out.” Nico puffed, and Will shivered a bit at how he could feel each little movement of Nico’s mouth and every breath of air. He wondered how likely he was to be kicked if he suggested Nico was just waiting for a chance to suck his blood.

“I’m getting you one of the twenty-pound blankets.” Will decided, waiting until Nico had tangled their legs together in what was decidedly the perfect amount, in Nico’s odd little brain. “And it’s gonna have skulls on it.”

“Creative,” Nico muttered, finally stilling.

“I could just find the brightest, sunniest one instead.” Will raised a brow, leaning slightly forward, so he was partially pressing his weight against Nico’s front. He really wasn’t sure how Nico breathed like that, but he liked this setup best. “Even easier to pretend it's me.”

“It wouldn’t be.” Nico said simply, even more muffled, tilting his head slightly so he was nearly speaking directly into Will’s ear, arm wrapped up and over his back. “Don’t care how heavy that thing is, I’m not gonna believe it’s a person.”

“Well,” Will drawled, “there’s these life-sized dolls, but they’re kind of meant for another pur—”

He got a kick to the shin for that. Er, an attempt at one. Nico had tangled their legs so tightly together that it really just jostled them all around.

“I could also choke you with skeletons,” Nico offered semi-sleepily, “there’s always that.”

“You’re very picky, do you know this?” Will teased, resting his chin on Nico’s head, the arm pinned under their bodies eventually making it up to tangle in hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re spoiled, that’s what you are. You’re barely gonna last the week.”

“Says you,” Nico muttered.

“Well, I am a healer.” Will grinned. “And relapses aren’t very fun—”

“Just shut up and be dead weight.”

“That’s more you, Nico.” Will tried very hard not to glow brighter when he could feel Nico’s small smile against his neck.

“Hush.”

“I am, I am.” Will hummed, relenting and settling down, snuggling closer, if that was really possible.

He dimmed his glow, to a degree it was nearly gone entirely. It was usually fine when he let his glowing drop, he usually fell asleep before Nico, anyway, but he didn’t mind keeping it up until he was forced to let it go.

It was always deathly silent in the Hades cabin, joke intended. Even when it was only Will in the Apollo cabin, it was quiet, not silent. There was something outside, or the shifting of old wood together, or some creature skittering across the roof.

But the Hades cabin? Noise left it, but it hardly ever came in unless someone was screaming rather dramatically. He thought the place was soundproofed to the outside for a long while.

It was nice, though. Meant there was only his and Nico’s breathing, and that was lulling in its own sense.

“I’m not sure…” Came a quiet murmur, and Will was forced to blink his eyes back open, staring at the opposite wall.

He didn’t make a sound, knowing by now it might result in Nico instinctively not finishing his thought. Sometimes it didn’t happen anyway, either because he knew Will was still awake, or he couldn’t even say it out loud to someone fully unconscious. This, he learned, wasn’t quite Nico closing himself up like a clam, but more so unsure if it was words he meant, or how he wanted to say them. Most of the time.

As it turns out, learning to open up was still an effort, as much as he knew Nico kept trying.

“If…” Nico started again, after what felt like a long few minutes of silence, “I’ll know…how to live in a camp full of people again.”

“You’ve done it before.” Will murmured, so sleepy it came out more like a jumble of words overlapping each other, but he hoped Nico understood the sentiment regardless.

“It’s been a while.” Nico mumbled, turning his head to the side, head pressed right up under Will’s chin. “I’m not…I’ve never…” A puff of breath, “been in a full camp when…I’m trying to be different.” He finished, sounding like he was struggling to find the right words. “I haven’t—”

“Been like this before?” Will finished with a guess.

“Yeah,” Nico clung tighter, “dunno how the whole changed thing is gonna… work.”

Because it was less familiar. A Nico who held everything close to his chest knew how to navigate camp, and quickly fell apart if that expectation wasn’t met. A Nico with a fresh scar, a boyfriend who was struggling alongside him, and a bunch of trauma cacodemons running around was very, very different.

“We’ll figure it out.” Will promised, echoing Nico’s taunts earlier, curling his fingers in Nico’s hair and tilting his head slightly to press his lips against the crown of it. “I’ll be here, and we’ll learn together.”

He expected Nico to snort that he was being all sappy again. Say anything else, really, even if it wasn’t his usual joking.

No sound came from either of them for the rest of the night. Will’s only condolence was that Nico kept breathing, and he didn’t curl any closer, nor push away.

Which wasn’t really that much of a condolence. Will wasn’t exactly sure what to think when given no reaction, but…for tonight, he could leave it be.

They had a long summer to rest up for.

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high infidelity | twenty two

If they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

“Welcome to LA.” I just smirked as Matt met me outside of the venue in LA. He offered to take my suitcase and I didn’t argue with him. He did throw a few smarts remarks about how heavy it was, causing me to tell him to go fuck himself a couple times. My flight got delayed so I made it just in time to meet the guys at the venue. He lead the way over to Noah’s car so I could put my suitcase away, I wasn’t expecting him to drive here, but I guess he didn’t live too far. I felt a little chuckle escape me though…this man drives a Subaru WRX? “What’s so funny?” “This is not what I expected him to drive.” “I know it’s a total fuckboy car, but he loves it.” Matt replied as he put my suitcase in the trunk. It was a nice car, it was white with some upgrades. He took good care of it, I’ll give him that.

Butterflies started to attack my body as I realized I would finally get to see Noah again. Matt guided me into the green room where the boys were. I didn’t see Noah at first, but as my eyes scanned to the couch, I saw him. My heart thundered in my chest as his midnight eyes met mine, a huge smile appeared on his face as he ran over to me. He scooped me into his arms, pressing his mouth to mine. My back crashed into the wall as our kiss deepened. I was finally home again. “I’m never leaving you again.” Noah said between kisses. “I missed you so fucking much.” I mind mapped every feature of his face so I’d never forget it again as I brushed his hair out of his face “I missed you too.” “Ellie this time apart has made me realize …” He paused, I could hear how shaky his breath was, it was making me nervous. “What? Noah, what is it?” “I…I love you.” I pressed my mouth to his as relief washed over me, it made me happy to know he felt the same about me. “I love you too, Noah.” “Sorry to interrupt, but we gotta go.” Jolly said, as he walked out the door with the rest of the band. “I’ll see you after, I love you.” He beamed, giving me another kiss. “Give em Hell, kid.” “Ready?” I turned my head and saw Matt there. He grabbed my hand and led me out into the crowd towards his sound booth. I was a little reluctant to hold his hand but I felt like him and Noah had some unspoken rule where little things like this was okay. Besides, I was over my five minute crush I had on him. I sat down in my spot and waited for the show to start. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I felt like someone was starting at me. Turning my head, I looked over and saw a group of girls gossiping to each other before looking back over in my direction with disgust. I tried to shake it off but I felt uncomfortable.

“You okay?” “Those girls beside us, they keep looking over at me and laughing.” Matt smacked his lips together, clearly not amused. He leaned over his equipment and I had no idea what his next move was, “keep dreaming, you’ll never get to sit where she is, got it?” The girls gave him a blank stare before moving to a different spot. I sat there completely baffled at how he just changed their attitudes in a heartbeat. He was so assertive and knew how to get his point across, “thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He muses as he makes some final adjustments on his gear. “I can get anyone I want kicked out of here if needed. No one fucks with my friends like that and gets away with it.” The show was definitely the best of the whole tour. It was getting live-streamed so they really gave it their all for every song. Matt did an incredible job and everyone sounded so fucking good. My heart wanted to melt every time I saw Noah start singing. I couldn’t believe he was mine, and that he loved me as much as I loved him. “You were incredible!” I met up with Noah backstage and gave him the biggest kiss the second I could. I didn’t care if he was all sweaty from the show, I was so excited to see him. “Thanks baby.” His voice sounded a little hoarse, but I wasn’t surprised. “I’m gonna shower and we can get out of here. I have plans for us.” “Plans?” “It’s super low-key, but yes.” He smirked before walking into the dressing room. After Noah was ready to go, we snuck out the side and quickly made it towards his car. I had that same unnerving feeling from before and I looked around me and saw the same group of girls, this time the group was bigger. This time they were near the tourbuses waiting for god knows what, they had their phones pointed towards me, making my stomach turn. I clutched onto Noah’s hand tighter and kept my head low. “Wow first she’s with Matt and now Noah? What a slut.” Slut. Wow. “Noah, just keep going, please.” I replied, my eyes flooded with tears. He opened my car door for me, not before sending a death glare in the girls direction. As my door shut the tears poured out of me and they wouldn’t stop. I don’t blame them for wanting him, but why was that my crime? When Noah got into the car, he was on the phone, I heard Matt’s voice on the other end. “Wait, they bothered her earlier? Get rid of them please.” Noah hung up his phone, letting out a deep sigh as he looked over at me. “Ellie I am so sorry.” I brought my knees up to my chest, trying to hold back the rest of my tears. “It’s okay.” “It’s not though. Slut is an ugly word and that doesn’t describe a single bone in your body. They’re just jealous.” “Does this happen a lot?” I asked him, when I looked over at him he looked upset and angry at the same time. His protection over me was one of the reasons I loved him so much. “Unfortunately, I wish there was a way I could stop it but it’s just getting worse. You don’t deserve it.” He sighed. I could tell this was new territory for him, with the band getting more popular, more fans and more jealously came with it. “Honestly, if that’s the word they want to use to describe me, then that’s fine.” Noah’s eyebrows raised as he tried to analyze what I just said, “I don’t follow…” “Think about it Noah. I’m in a relationship with you, any girl would kill to be in my position, but too fucking bad for them. You chose to love me, not them. Getting called that word is a small price to pay for our relationship.”

“Fuck I love your perspective on things.” Noah replied, rubbing my tear soaked cheek. “Let’s go home, shall we?” “Home?” “This place is just as much your home as it’s mine, El.” He leaned over to kiss me, but his phone buzzed, “Matt got security to get rid of them. I don’t think we’ll be seeing them for a while.” “Good.” I smirked as he kissed my cheek. He turned his car on and the sounds of The 1975 filled the speakers. A wave of happiness filled my body as he turned onto the highway and drove towards the Californian sunset. This place was so beautiful, it reminded me of Vancouver but with less skyscrapers and palm trees. Noah turned my attention back to him as he grabbed onto my thigh as the wind blew through my hair. Something was telling me tonight was going to be special.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic

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krakenshaped · 4 months

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Fuck it I have the brainrot so here's a snippet of the hero fic I'm working on which is more or less just a collection of all my headcanons.

Voila. Have fun. (Also I'm not the best writer so don't eat me lmao)

Edo. Not really someone he'd been expecting. Well, sure, Edo had a bad habit of just showing up without making his presence known so he could linger around and people watch, but usually it was only when something caught his attention. If Judai had learned anything about Edo last year it was that he was attentive yet very fickle about what his keen senses should be focused on. There was no duel, and the world wasn't ending, yet there he stood.

Judai catches the ball he was dribbling and waves a hand.

“Hey! Edo! What'cha doing?” He calls out, and Edo merely lifts the sunglasses he was wearing to rest on his forehead.

“Oh, don't mind me. I was just in the area. Pretend I'm not here.”

Both of the boys stare at him dubiously. Sho seems creeped out, but Judai can guess the real reason Edo is loitering. It's the reason Edo always loiters.

“Wanna play?”

“Huh?” Edo perks up slightly, and raises his eyebrow at Judai. But there's no way he can be caught off guard. After all. That's why he's here really. The thing about Edo Phoenix is that he likes to act mysterious and cryptic but once you get him, he's pretty easy to read. He's been floating around Duel Academy for a bit despite claiming to have important pro-duelist things to do or whatever. It's clear he has unfinished business, but just won't do anything about it.

“Here! Catch!”

So, Judai does the most reasonable thing and chucks the ball at him. It goes right over Sho's head, causing him to duck for cover with a scream, and Edo (while caught off guard) catches it easily with both hands. His fingers seem to grip around the basketball firmly yet reluctantly. Judai can see it in him, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. It's the itch of the game. The game… of sport.

And yet he does nothing. He wonders what Edo is thinking. His actions show his eagerness to play but his face says something different. And facial expressions were never something Judai was good at figuring out.

He slowly walks over to the court, ball tucked neatly in his hands, before he's joined Judai and Sho. For the first time, they stood before each other as friends without the world ending. And Edo looks like he doesn't quite know what to do with that information.

“What… You want me to play?” He asks.

“Uhh, yeah?” Judai tilts his head. “I wouldn't have tossed you the ball otherwise. Since Sho is being a bore-”

“Hey!”

“Why don't you join me instead?”

“Well…” Edo scrunches up his nose. “What makes you think I'd do something like that, huh?”

“I mean, you looked like you wanted to.” Judai says.

And to this, the pro-duelist only scowls, his face going a weird pinkish colour in confusion. It looks funny. His skin is so pale that when he gets embarrassed, his whole face almost changes colour.

“I…” He starts, puffing out his chest. (Judai would find out later on this was something he did to make himself look bigger.) “You... You do know this isn't a basketball court."

“Yup.”

“This is a dueling court.”

“Uh huh.”

“Plus, I'm a professional athlete.”

“So?”

“I would trump you at this. Easy.”

“How are you so confident?” Judai asks pretty nonchalantly, as he scoops the ball out of Edo's hands. “After all, If I'm remembering correctly, I thought it was snow sports you were good at professionally? Not to brag or nothing but…”

He spins the ball on one finger, meeting Edo's ego with his own haughty overconfidence. “I'm pretty darn good too y'kno- damn it!”

The ball topples off his finger, and bounces to the floor. Sho flinches, but Edo only laughs, as he unbuttons his obnoxious blazer, and tosses it next to where Sho was sitting. It was the first and most common laugh from Edo. The smug laugh of condescension.

“Fine! If you're really that full of yourself, then you're on! But don't cry if you get destroyed, Dropout boy!”

And so they played. At first Edo took it way too seriously. He was good, for sure. He was in good form, but not good enough to be professional. Not as good as he was hyping himself up to be. It took a while for him to stop caring about being better than Judai and to just have fun - after all, as much as Judai loved a competition and was competitive by nature, something about it was… exhausting this time. It wasn't like how he and Misawa used to butt heads, despite it more or less being the same situation.

It was tiring. Tiring until Edo threw in the towel and let himself go.

He was face to face with him. He dribbled the ball with one hand, before passing it around from one hand to the other. Left, bounce, right, bounce, left, bounce, as Judai went in for it assuming it would go bounce right, he dribbled it under his legs and caught it behind him. The two spent a moment playing this silly cat and mouse game before Judai couldn't stop himself laughing. It was ridiculous. But it was more fun this way. Nobody had even shot at the shoddy, plastic hoop yet.

“What way am I gonna go, Judai???” Ed taunted, as he messed around. “This way? That way? What’cha gonna do???”

Judai furrowed a brow. He watched with intensity before quickly going in for the swipe, snatching the ball mid-bounce and darting straight for the hoop, leaving his rival in the dust.

“HEY!!!”

The thing is, as much as Edo has a lot of power and precision, there's one thing Judai had over anyone he played against. He was fast. He'd always been a strong runner, and agile at that. So the second he got his hands on the ball, he bolted.

Edo ran after him, but not even a pro could catch up with Judai and his homerun sprint. There was a thrill running through his blood. It was the adrenaline of the chase - the sprint to victory. The hoop was his home base. He just had to take the shot.

So he did. He aims. The sweat trickles down his forehead. In his mind he can hear the crowd go wild. Yuuki approaches the hoop. He's going in for the kill-! He shoots!!!

And he misses. The ball bounces off the backboard. And falls right into Edo's hands.

“Hey, let me try again!” Judai yells towards him as he jogs over, but the pro won't budge. He holds the ball firmly in his hands and turns his nose up at Judai.

“Nu-uh. That shot was so awful I don't think you should even be allowed this.”

“What?! You can't be serious! C'mon man, that's my ball!”

“Mine now! Maybe you should get good before hitting the court again.”

“That's not funnyyy! Give it back!!!”

And so Judai grabs the ball. Edo's grip is still firm. The two end up pulling at the ball, back and forth, back and forth like a game of tug of war. Even though Edo is stronger than him and should have gotten the ball back by now, Judai is a million times more stubborn and just will not let go. He ends up hooking his arm around the ball from the top as Edo yanks it from where he's gripped the sides. Edo yells something at him but Judai can't hear him over his own war cry.

It's only when Edo sweeps his legs does Judai let go. He goes toppling to the floor, but not without grabbing Edo by his shirt. The two go down together, and the ball goes flying away, leaving the two boys tangled up.

“No!!! Judai, you idiot-!!! The ball–!!”

The younger duelist reaches for the basketball as it bounces away, his hand slapping Judai's face below him as he uses his skull as a support to pull himself up. However Judai wasn't gonna let him go that easy! That's his basketball! He brought it all the way from home and everything!

So with one hand still grabbing Edo by the shirt, he grabs a hold of his shoulder with a harsh grip, attempting to push him back down as he gets up, using the force to try and spring for the ball himself.

They topple down, and we're back at square one. A messy heap on the floor.

“Ow!!! Hey!!! Watch it!!!”

“You watch it! You hit me first!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!!!”

“Did not!!!”

Once the two end up sitting upright, Judai flat on his butt and Edo on his knees, Judai takes the opportunity to grab him by the hands, pushing Ed back so Judai could join him kneeling upright. From there the two push each other back and forth, hands locked together as their fight dissolves into a new, even stupider game.

“You totally did!”

“Don't be such a child, Judai!!!”

Despite saying this, Edo's grin betrays his words. He's clearly having fun. As is Judai. He lets himself smile too, as he attempts to twist Edo's arms.

“Maybe you shouldn't be such an adult!”

“Ugh! Stop messing around-! For real, how old are you?!”

“How old are you! Too young for grey hair!!!

“Oh, that's it!!! You're toast, Yuuki!!! Nobody disses the hair!!!”

“Ooooh~ scary scary~! I'm so- WAURGHGH!!!”

Edo had somehow managed to wriggle out of his grip and charges at Judai, sending both of them flying into the dirt once more. He hooks an arm around Judai's head, capturing him in a headlock. All Judai can do is flail his arms around, attempting to squirm his way out of his junior's death grip.

“Got you, idiot!” The younger of the two sneers, and Judai only continues his noisy onslaught. “That's what you get for making fun of the hair!!! Say uncle!!! Say it!”

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???” Judai cries out.

“IT MEANS SURRENDER!!!”

“NEVERRRRRR!!!!”

After crying out his rebellion, he bites Edo's arm like a goddamn animal. Thinking back now, it was actually a pretty embarrassing thing to do. He's sure that there were a million other ways to make Edo let him go, but oh well. He was a weird teenager. He didn't hurt Edo anyway, he doesn't think. It just grossed him out more than anything. He shrieks out an “EEEW!” and lets Judai go, who laughs victoriously before dashing for the ball.

The two of them are sprinting towards the ball as fast as they can. They both dive in for it, but only end up colliding with each other as they fight pettily while both reaching for the ball at the same time. It was here that Judai found out Edo's secret.

Edo Phoenix is ticklish.

Once the guy manages to get his greedy hands on the ball, he holds it above his head victoriously. So what did Judai do? He obviously leaped to get it back. Even with Judai's height advantage, his furious attempts at snatching the ball were in vain, as Edo toppled backwards to keep it out of Judai's reach. So as a last resort, he prodded the boy in the side, only for the ball to go flying out his hands as Edo's body curled into itself like some kind of slinky.

“Hey! Don't-!”

His protests fell on deaf ears. Judai's focus was now honed in on Edo's new week spot, the ball forgotten as he went in for the attack. Edo's second laugh was unlocked, and it was the uncontrollable laughter. It was loud and spontaneous and worst of all contagious. His face scrunched up in an ugly way and turned the most bright of reds. It was almost too funny. Especially when he kicked his legs like he was now. It made him look like the world's most sunburnt puppy.

And so Judai couldn't keep it up. As Edo laughed himself breathless, Judai burst out laughing at how stupid he looked. The pair of them ended up a crumpled mess on the floor.

It wasn't much at the time, but looking back, Judai would say it was the first time he had gotten to see inside Edo's world, if even for a moment. Without all the grief and anger and turmoil. It was the first time they had a playfight and the first time Judai heard him laugh so wholeheartedly. It's a shame Judai's innocent wonder at Edo in his purest form would be broken when his eyes drifted upwards towards where Sho was sitting only to find he wasn't there. The happiness he felt would be replaced by anguish as he sat up to realise that his friend had ditched him - tainting the whole memory in sadness.

It was a shame.

#fanfic stuff #fanfic wip #heroshipping #heroshipping propaganda #let the silly commence #headcanons #its so cute that the red dorms have a dueling court outside them

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dixons-sunshine · 1 year

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Freaks Ahoy! (Steve Harrington x fem!reader)

Summary: Steve "The Hair" Harrington never thought he'd fall for anyone again after Nancy, until he met the one girl that made him change his mind about that.

One tiny problem- her brother was non other than Eddie Munson.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, fluff, slight angst (?), insecure Steve, Eddie being an overprotective big brother, Eddie being the best.

A/n: This doesn't directly follow the Stranger Things 3 or 4 plot. It's a mix between both, I guess, because Dustin and Mike are both already in Hellfire. I don't really know. I had this idea and I had to write it.

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"I'm completely and utterly hopeless," Steve Harrington said, startling the blonde who was wiping down the tables. Scoops Ahoy had just closed, leaving the two friends alone to clean up.

"Jeez, don't do that!" Robin exclaimed, throwing the rag she was previously using at the brunette, placing her hand over her heart purely for dramatic effect.

"Sorry," Steve said, grimacing at the rag covered in ice cream that was thrown at him.

"What did you mean by "I'm completely and utterly hopeless"?" Robin asked, moving to sit on one of the chairs that have yet been placed on the table.

Steve took a seat across from her, throwing his hands up in exclamation. "Just that. It's been, what, almost a full year since Nancy and I broke up, and I still haven't gone on one date, while she and Jonathan are living their best lives together!"

"You know you sound jealous, right? I thought you were over Nancy."

"I am. Really, I am. It's just... I don't know, it's stupid." Steve ran a hand over his face, closing his eyes and letting out a long, overdramatic sigh.

Robin furrowed her eyebrows, examining the brunette in front of her. Sure, she loved making fun of his inability to talk to people of the fairer sex, but this didn't seem like the time to do so.

"Talk to me, Steve. I'm sure it's not stupid," Robin said, leaning foward in her chair.

Steve sighed. "You know how people say that if your relationship doesn't work out, it's because there's someone better for you out there?" Robin nodded, "well, I can't help but feel that I'm never gonna find somebody better than Nancy. She was my first ever stable relationship, my first love. And with all my pathetic excuses for relationships since then, I'm guessing that the universe is making fun of me for not being better in our relationship."

Robin immediately got up to embrace Steve. Steve was shocked; Robin was never really physical in their friendship, so this was new for him, but not entirely unwelcome. He didn't know that he needed a hug in that moment before the blonde embraced him.

"Don't ever say that shit again," Robin began, allowing the brunette to bury his face into her neck, "what happened with Nancy wasn't your fault at all. I don't know the whole story behind that, but I'm pretty sure that cheating doesn't justify anything you may or may not have done."

"That's the thing," Steve began, "I can't really be mad at her for that, though. I could see that she liked Jonathan. Should've ended the relationship before it progressed to that. I guess she felt stuck in the relationship and had to find an out. Can't blame her, because I wouldn't want to be with me either."

Robin pulled away from the embrace, opting to crouch in front of him instead. "Hey, you know that making fun of you is my favourite pass time, but put all of that aside? You're an amazing guy and you deserve the closest thing to a perfect relationship there is."

Steve smiled at her, wiping away a stray tear he hadn't realized had fallen before. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were into me."

Robin chuckled, getting up and letting the blood flow back through her legs. "If you let your hair grow any longer, I might be into it."

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"I can't believe you're letting me stoop this low." The long haired brunette chuckled at his sister's antics, lighting up a cigarette to smoke.

"Lighten up, Ducky. I'm sure scooping ice cream is almost as cool as whatever the hell you're interested in."

You let out an overdramatic sigh, leaning back into the worn-out leather of Eddie's van. Starcourt Mall was right in front of the two of you, basking in all it's glory.

Today would be the first day of your job at Scoops Ahoy, where you would be stuck scooping ice cream for screaming toddlers, rich, snobby and spoiled teenagers and overly judging mom's.

You definitely didn't ever see yourself working a job as an ice cream scooper, but alas, here you were. It was no secret that the Munson's were tight on money, your home being a trailer at the trailer park. And besides, you owed everything to your uncle, who worked his ass off to provide for the three of you.

"What are you going to do after I head inside?" You asked Eddie, crinkling your nose at the smell the cigarette was leaving in the car.

"Me?" Eddie began, leaning back into the car seat, "I'm going to the Hideout after this. I got a part time job there."

You let out a small ah before grabbing the cigarette from your one year older brother's mouth and putting it out, not without protests from Eddie, though.

"Those things are going to kill you, you know that, right?" You asked Eddie, groaning as Eddie simply lit himself another cigarette.

"Everyone dies of something. Might as well get a head start," Eddie said, laughing as you rolled your eyes at him, "besides, shouldn't you be heading inside? You don't want to be late on your first day, do you?"

You let out an audible groan before grabbing your bag from the backseat of Eddie's van. "I guess not," you said, opening the door and getting out.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone!" Eddie called after her.

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you!"

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"Harrington, did you hear?" Steve whipped his head to look at the blonde that was racing towards him, out of breath from running.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Hear what?" He asked, leaning against the counter. He came to the conclusion that people seem to hate ice cream on weekdays, because nobody had come in after a whole three hours of the shop being open.

"Phil hired someone! And guess who it is?" Robin said in an ominous voice, causing Steve to snort.

"I don't know, Santa Claus?"

Robin hit him on the shoulder. "No, dingus! Y/n Munson! You know, Eddie Munson's sister?"

Steve pursed his lips, raising his eyebrows at the blonde. The name did sound familiar, yet he couldn't put a face to the name. "Am I supposed to know who that is?"

Robin looked at him in shock. "You don't know her?" Steve shook his head. "She sucker punched Billy Hargrove square in the jaw last year for picking on one of the Hellfire kids! And she's Eddie's sister!"

"I got the part where she's Eddie's sister the first time, Robin. No need to repeat or emphasize that. And am I supposed to worship her or something by the way you're talking about her?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Robin questioned, opting to sit on the counter that Steve was leaning against.

"You're talking about her like she's some hotshot celebrity or something," Steve said, pushing away from the counter and sitting on one of the chairs facing Robin.

"I do not! I'm simply excited that there's gonna be someone else who can help me keep track of how many times you suck."

"First of all, ouch. Second of all, do you like her, Robin? As in like like her?"

"I used to. I asked her out last year but she said no, because she isn't in to girls. I thought she would hate me after that, but she hugged me and said that she was sorry if she humiliated me," Robin said, looking behind Steve and smiling.

"And don't forget that I said that I was honoured that you had a crush on me. It honestly made me feel good about myself," you said from the door.

Steve turned his head towards the door, eyes widening. He stumbled out of his seat while attempting to stand up, before moving towards the girl.

"Uh, hi! You must be Y/n. I'm Ro- I'm not Robin. Um, I'm-" Steve stopped himself before he could embarrass himself further, mentally kicking himself for his lack of social skills in that moment.

You simply laughed. "I know who you are, Steve. We went to the same middle school and high school together."

"Yeah, right! Of course we did. I'm so sorry," he said apologetically. He silently took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. I'm just surprised you're nice to me at all," you said, eyes moving to meet Robin's gaze from where she was still sitting on the counter. She was smirking at you, mouthing something you didn't quite catch.

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I be?" Steve asked you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"The fact that you kind of always let your friend, Carol, pick on me and then laugh about it never really gave me the impression that you liked me, Harrington."

Steve's eyes slightly widened at your words. So that's why your name sounded familiar when Robin talked about you. That's why you looked so familiar when he saw you for the first time that day.

He remembered you clearly. How couldn't he? You, your brother and his friends were always the butt of his and his ex-best friends' jokes. He never specifically picked on you, or your brother, but Tommy H and Carol always did. And he allowed it to happen, despite his better judgement.

"Oh," Steve began, feeling terrible about how he had treated, or let his friends treat you, in the past, "I'm so sorry. I never should've allowed her to do that. They say that your friends are a reflection of who you are and I guess that they weren't really the nicest people and that they didn't really make me look good, and I'm so sorry for that. I never should've continued our-"

"No, it's okay! Don't worry about it. I don't really wanna relive those moments," you cut him off from his rambling, grimacing at the memories that resurfaced.

"I'm sorry. Not that it can fix everything, but please know that I am sorry," Steve apologized. He felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. If he had a time machine, the first thing he would do is go back and punch his former self in the face. He couldn't believe what he allowed himself to stoop to all for the sake of keeping his title as "King Steve".

That's probably why Nancy left him, he thought.

"It's okay. We should probably get to work. Can't slack off on my first day, can I?" You said with an awkward laugh, moving around him and going to the back.

"Man, one of these days I'm gonna need another board for this." Steve turned around, only to see Robin adding another mark to the "you suck" board.

"Oh, come on!"

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"I swear, if I have to serve Erica Sinclair one more free sample, I'm gonna lose my shit and throw my scooper at her."

Steve looked up from the book he was doodling in, smiling as he watched you sink down in the chair opposite of him. "Wow, she's that bad, huh? Never would've guessed."

You shot Steve a dirty look, which he took as a sign to laugh even harder.

It's been a full month since you started working at Scoop's Ahoy, and you've gotten along well with Steve, much to your surprise. You dreaded working here at first, mainly because you didn't know if you could handle working alongside the one and only "King Steve", but this month has been full of surprises. Steve Harrington is actually nice to you and acknowledges your existence, and not only for the sake of pointing out your flaws, Eddie managed to break a string on his beloved "Sweetheart" and you were actually enjoying your job.

Well, apart from Erica Sinclair slowly driving you to madness.

"Don't laugh at me! Whenever she comes around both you and Robin suddenly have to take your breaks, ultimately leaving me alone to deal with her!" You exclaimed, struggling to hold a grin off your face as you watched Steve double over in laughter.

"Yeah, and since you're so good at it, I might tell Robin that we have to unofficially, officially, assign you to attend to Erica Sinclair's every wish whenever she's here," Steve said, laughing even harder, if that was possible, at the look of horror that spread across your face.

"Please don't. I'd much rather cut my own arm off with a toothpick and use it as a spoon to eat my insides than have to deal with her alone everyday," you said with a small laugh, before freezing up at your choice of words.

Steve raised his eyebrows at your choice of words, before a look of disgust crossed over his features. "Oh, ew! Why did I imagine that? That's gross! Please don't ever do that. That sounds painful," Steve said, taking a sip of his coke that he had almost forgotten about.

"If you and Robin leave me alone with her again, that's gonna be my last resort," you said, leaning over to grab the coke from his hand.

Steve didn't protest, letting you take the coke. "I promise, I won't leave you alone again," he said.

Steve gave you a charming smile. You smiled back, breaking eye contact and looking down, fighting a blush working it's way onto your cheeks.

"Y/n, you're brother is here and he won't let me take his order. He said, and I quote, "My sister knows what I like. Save yourself the trouble and let her bring me the ice cream," Robin said, smiling slyly at the encounter she just witnessed.

You groaned, getting up from the chair. You walked towards the door, shooting Robin a questioning glance at the knowing smirk she was giving you.

Steve got up too, heading out to help you attend to customers. However, he was stopped by Robin, or more specifically, by the words that left her mouth.

"So... You and Y/n?" Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows at him. Steve gave her an annoyed face before moving past her, leaving her to cackle by herself.

"You didn't deny it, Harrington!"

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"Ah, there's my hardworking sister. It brings a tear to my eye. Little Ducky, all grown up."

You rolled your eyes at your brother's melodramatic greeting before moving to get his ice cream.

"Where's the usual Y/n I know? No witty comeback today?" Eddie asked, leaning on his elbows on the counter.

"If I were to make a witty comeback while I'm at work, unemployment and I will once again be the best of friends," you said, giving Eddie his ice cream. "So, you told me this morning that somebody was buying today."

Eddie handed you some money, enough to pay his ice cream. "Yeah," he began, taking a lick of his ice cream, "just some jock. It surprises me how they can hate me at school but at the end of the day, when they want something they enjoy, I'm their favourite person."

"They're two faced son's of bitches."

"Yeah, but they pay well."

You nodded before letting out a sigh. Over Eddie's shoulder you could see Erica Sinclair and her posse wandering around outside the store.

"What's wrong?" You turned around and saw Steve standing at the door.

"Look," you said, pointing over Eddie's shoulder. Eddie turned in the way that you pointed, letting out a bellowing laugh at who he saw.

"Sinclair's sister giving you trouble, Ducky?" Eddie asked.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. "Ducky?" he asked in confusion.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as Eddie gave you a mischievous smirk.

"When she was 8, she picked up this dirty stuffed animal, which happened to be a duck. She cleaned it and wouldn't go anywhere without it for an entire year. She still has that duck 'till this day."

"You saw that opportunity and you grabbed it, didn't you?" you asked, rolling your eyes at the laugh Eddie let out.

"Now why would I do that? You really think that low of me? You wound me, dear sister."

You laughed with Eddie. Steve watched you with a smile on his face. As Eddie's laughter died down, he caught the fond smile that Steve was giving you.

Steve looked over at Eddie, his smile diminishing as he caught Eddie's skeptical, harsh gaze.

"Oh, shit. I think I'm gonna take my break now. Good luck with Erica, Steve," you said, heading into the backroom.

Steve looked at the entrance and saw Erica heading inside. Before Erica came, Eddie grabbed Steve's attention.

"You like my sister, don't you?"

Steve did a double take, stuttering and struggling to answer him. "What do you mean? I haven't even known her for that long, how can I-"

"Don't bullshit me, Harrington. I see the way you look at her. I know for a fact that she likes you too, and I know that sooner or later you're gonna ask her out. Just know this; you break her heart, I will cut off your you-know-what, chop it up and make a stew with it, and then I'm gonna make you eat it," Eddie said.

"Thank you, I guess?" Steve said confusedly.

"No problem. Now go ask her on that date before I change my mind."

Steve half ran into the backroom, ignoring Erica's protests. "Hey, I want my free samples!"

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You practically jumped out of your skin when Steve rushed though the door.

"What's wrong? Did someone die?" You said, getting up from the chair.

"What? No. I just wanted to ask you something," Steve said.

You raised your eyebrows. "Well, ask me, then."

"I was wondering if, maybe it would be possible, that you and I can- go on a date sometime, maybe."

You smiled as Steve rambled on. "Steve-" Steve continued to ramble. You tried to cut him off but he wouldn't stop talking, so you did the only thing you could think of.

You kissed him.

It wasn't long, just long enough to make him stop talking.

"I'd love to go on a date with you."

Steve smiled, relieved at the answer. "Thank god, I was worried you'd say no and that Robin would find out and she wouldn't let me hear the end of it and-"

You cut him off by kissing him again, longer this time. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, forgetting the world around you.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but can one of you come help me with Erica?!" Robin said.

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So... This took me two months to write just to turn out like... this 😭 Hope you guys like it nonetheless. Love you all and I'll see you beautiful people next time!

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

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mykingdomforasong · 1 year

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Fic prompt - Han/Din/Luke out at dinner - one of them thinks they’re third wheeling but they’re actually on a Date

((Decided to make them all stupid.))

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Luke was in pain. He looked down at his dinner plate, sure that if he made any attempt to eat it, he'd throw up. He was grinding his teeth together, pulling at a loose threat on his glove, ready to run out the door at any moment.

When Din had suggested this dinner, he expected he'd be able to handle it. So what if his best friend and probably the great love of his life was dating his student's father? So what if Luke had developed overwhelming, all-consuming feelings for that father too?

He could handle the dinner.

"You okay, Junior?" Han asked.

"Totally fine," Luke said, lying through his teeth.

Han looked strange too, Luke noticed. Maybe this whole operation was a bad idea.

Din rested a hand on Luke's knee, and Luke nearly jumped out of his chair.

"Sorry," Din said. But he left his hand there. Luke glanced at Han, who'd turned away.

Han felt stupid. Of course that's what this was. Din wasn't interested in him. They'd connected over their boys' training, and nothing else. Luke, like always, was the golden boy, the one everyone was after.

Han counted himself among the many after him.

Shortly after he and Leia separated, Luke had turned him down, not wanting to feel like "the backup." No matter what Han did or said, he never seemed to quite get through to Luke just what he meant to him.

And now some handsome Mandalorian daddy had scooped Luke up right out from under him.

Why he'd agreed to this dinner at all, he had no idea. Any excuse to see the two of them, he guessed. What a fucking moron he was.

Din had never been happier. His two partners already loved each other, which made bringing them together that much easier. He wasn't really taking his helmet off for them yet - just lifting it to eat and drink - but all of the feelings were there. There was intimacy like Din had never really shared with romantic partners before.

But tonight, both men seemed a bit ... strange. He tried not to think about it. It had been a long time since they'd last been together. And, anyway, they still weren't back together yet, just both dating Din. Din was hoping to change all of that soon.

Luke stood up suddenly. "I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this."

"Cyar'ike," Din said, reaching out for him, "what's wrong?"

"No, Luke, you stay," Han said. "I'm making this weird. I should leave," Han offered, standing.

"Why would you leave?" Luke asked.

"He's your Mando."

"He's not my anything," Luke said.

Din's face fell behind his helmet. Oh.

"You're not?" Din asked.

"What?" Luke asked.

"You're both ... precious to me," Din said.

"We're precious?" Din couldn't tell if Han's tone was mocking or bewildered. Probably both.

Luke sat back down. "What ... why are we here?" He asked.

Din stared at the table. "We're ... on a date. Having dinner together. I thought it was time we all had dinner together, instead of leaving one person out," Din said, not sure exactly where the confusion came from.

Both men stared at him confused. They were confused? Din was confused! Images of the intimacy between them all flashed through his mind -- his helmet tilted up for shared meals; Luke leaning his body on his for comfort; he and Han exchanging parenting stories; Han getting on his --

"I thought you were both --," Din paused. "I'm sorry, I wasn't very clear."

Han sat back down. "So we're," he pointed at Din, "dating?"

"Yes."

"And you're," he pointed back and forth between him and Luke, "dating?"

"Yes."

"So we're all," he made a circle with his finger, "dating?"

"That's why I asked us to have dinner. To figure that out."

Luke's face was in his hands.

"Did you really both not know?" Din asked. "I thought I was very obvious."

Han patted him on the shoulder. "Buddy," he paused, "guess that's not a great thing to call a boyfriend. ... Sweetie pie, you've never been obvious about anything."

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ink-flavored · 7 months

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Kinktober2023 Day 11: Blood Kink

banner art by @/auroblaze

Fountain of Life contains: masturbation, fingering, finger sucking, masochism, cis/trans, angel/demon dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: folds, clit. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria. Kinktober2023 Prompt List & Neocities Page Tips are appreciated!

Justice expertly julienned another carrot, metal of the blade flashing in his hand. He scraped the thinly sliced vegetables into a bowl, grabbed another whole carrot, and sliced it in half to begin again. Watching him from across the counter, close enough to reach out and touch, Pride sighed wistfully.

Even though he was banned from making meals for both of them, he made the effort to hover around while Justice cooked. Whether that meant gathering ingredients, giving unwanted advice, or simply standing around so Justice would have to acknowledge him at some point, Pride was there. He’d be eating half this dish, after all, so frankly he should be allowed to give some input!

Opposed to throwing together whatever happened to be in the fridge and hoping it was edible, Justice followed recipes to the letter. He kept the cookbook open on the counter even if he’d made the dish a hundred times, moving with practiced efficiency. Most of the time, Pride was distracted watching him work—especially when he got out the knives.

He couldn’t help himself, really. Justice was able to cut things quickly into evenly shaped chunks, and he made it look easy. Vegetable chopping prowess wasn’t the reason Pride had to stop and stare, though. Justice had a control, rarely utilized, that made him want to claw the walls. The way he gripped the handle, the confidence of putting his hand so close to the knife, how he slid his fingers down the flat of the blade to nudge any extras off. Pride swallowed hard.

“Are you going to help,” Justice asked, “or stand there?”

“Stand here,” he replied.

Justice glanced up from his carrots to eye him disapprovingly. Pride smiled back. Nothing would change his mind: watching Justice handle a knife was the most important thing he could be doing in the world.

“How many of these do you need?” Pride asked.

“This is the last one,” Justice said, “but then I have to dice the tomatoes.”

“Cool…”

He slid the first julienned half of the carrot into the bowl and grabbed the second. “You’re entertained by the strangest things.”

“Sure, ‘entertained.’”

“What would you call it, then?”

Pride tapped his cheek, pretending to think. “I guess I’d call it being ‘deeply aroused’ by—”

“Argh!”

The knife fell with a clatter onto the cutting board. Justice jumped back, clutching his fingers. Golden ichor stained the blade, along with the few slices of carrot he’d managed to chop.

“What happened?” Pride asked.

“Cut myself.” Justice rushed to the sink. “Can you get rid of those, please?”

“Sure, yeah.”

Pride reached across the counter and scooped up the sullied carrots. The ichor glimmered with power, radiating beauty. This was an angel’s blood—Justice’s blood. The inside of him was as bright as the outside, so pure his veins ran gold. Pride couldn’t bring himself to throw it away.

The ichor slid down the sides of thinly sliced carrots, threatening to drip onto the counter. Not thinking at all, he stuck them in his mouth.

It burned. As if he’d taken a bite of the sun itself, his mouth burned, rejecting the holy substance between his teeth. Down to his fundamental essence, his body revolted against it, setting every nerve on fire in an effort to get him to stop.

Pride didn’t stop. Through the pain, he admired the taste of the ichor—the taste of Justice. Somehow, it tasted like comfort. It was a warm hug. It was peace, one of the building-blocks of eternal rest. Heaven. It seared his tongue and gave him hope. Pride didn’t know what to do other than suck on them a little to—

“What are you doing?”

Pride jerked up. Completely baffled, Justice gawked from the sink. He clutched a paper towel around his sliced fingers, gold bleeding through the thin material.

“Getting rid of ‘em,” Pride answered, muffled by the carrots still in his mouth,

“I meant throw them in the trash,” Justice said. “Not eat them.”

“Too late now.”

Pride chomped down on the reject carrots, and Justice cringed the whole time. The ichor burned all the way down, fire racing down his throat. He shivered.

“Are you… okay?” Justice asked.

“You’re one who’s bleeding.”

“And I felt your pain. That’s technically a holy substance, Pride, do you need—”

“I’m fine.” It wasn’t a lie, he felt more than fine. “It’s okay, I—I liked it.”

Too shocked to reply, Justice sputtered at him, but he wasn’t paying attention. Pride circled the counter, came up to him, and took his hands.

“Can I,” he asked, “see it, for a minute?”

“See this?” Justice confirmed, raising his injured hand.

Pride nodded, swallowing thickly. He must have looked as desperate as he felt, because Justice unwrapped his hand and held it out for him. Two cuts, one on his index and middle finger, gushed shimmering gold ichor. It smeared over his skin, fingers slightly curled. He almost whined.

“Pride?” Justice asked, voice softening.

“Don’t—Don’t fuckin’ judge me for this,” Pride breathed. He picked up the hand and pointed the fingers towards his mouth. “C-can I…?”

It was clear in his eyes that he didn’t understand why, but Justice nodded. Pathetically grateful, Pride slid his fingers onto his tongue.

The ichor burned, but this time he moaned. It scorched his gums and made his teeth rattle, but the gentle aftertaste made all the pain worth it. Pride lapped up more, aching for the fiery calm. Dizzy from pain and pleasure alike, he shoved a hand down his pants, pushing past his wet folds to rub his clit.

“O-oh, okay,” Justice said, standing there with a dirty paper towel and an addled expression.

“Msorry,” Pride mumbled, between his whimpers. He didn’t know why he apologized. The comforting flavor of the ichor made him weak.

“No, no, if this is what you need, I’ll—I guess I’m already helping.”

Pride laughed around his hand, and moaned when Justice stroked his tongue. He sucked more ichor out of the tiny wounds, and Justice let him, the cause of both his aches. Already, his mouth felt raw, burned over and over. He didn’t stop, didn’t even think about stopping, sucking and licking and rubbing himself in frantic circles.

As much as he loved it, Pride hated it too. If the ichor had been painful and nothing else, he might have been able to salvage some dignity, but the softness was what brought him back. The tenderness wrapped around his chest and squeezed him tight, until he wanted to explode. Such a holy thing wasn’t meant for him, and he knew it. That was why he couldn’t get enough.

Justice stroked the inside of his mouth, bleeding all over it, and he nearly sobbed. The ichor coated his tongue, his teeth, his throat, setting it all on fire then kissing him with blessings he didn’t deserve. Pride bucked into his own hand, too overwhelmed to keep an even pace. His head spun with countless emotions, and then he really did sob, a single tear racing down his cheek.

“Oh, Pride, no,” Justice murmured, kissing his forehead. “I’m here, I’m right here.”

Pride keened for him, taking his fingers as far back as he could. He knew Justice was here for him, protected him, loved him, bled for him, and every mechanism of creation said he wasn’t supposed to. Pride was never meant to taste divinity again, so thoroughly barred from forgiveness that anything holy burned him alive. But Justice gave him anything and everything he could, just because he wanted it. Pride choked and whined and sucked and fucked his hand, because he knew this was the best he’d ever have. Sucking the blood out of an angel was as close to Heaven as he’d ever get again.

Seeing his dissolved state, Justice reached down to help in a second way. He joined Pride’s hand against his clit, rubbing him firmly. He moaned so loud, so needy, not even the fingers in his mouth could muffle it. The burn of the ichor faded in the face of it, replaced by a hot bliss. Pride jerked his hips against them both, racing closer to his finish every second. All he could taste was fire, all he could do was want it, all he could see was Justice, watching him with fond eyes.

“Love you,” Pride mumbled through his hand.

“I love you too,” Justice said. He still didn’t know what was happening, Pride could tell, but that didn’t matter. Justice loved him.

His orgasm didn’t happen at once. Instead, it washed over him like a wave. Pride arched against the counter, whimpering softly, and Justice guided him through it. He stroked his clit until the very end, when Pride went limp, and dropped his mouth. Justice took his fingers back, slimy with saliva.

“Well, I’m not bleeding anymore,” he announced.

Pride managed a dizzy laugh, mouth stinging. He slouched against the counter, staring off into space, for minutes.

At some point, Justice brought him a glass of water. “Go rest,” he said. “I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.”

“’Kay,” Pride mumbled.

He waddled out of the kitchen, and collapsed on the couch. Later, they ate there together, and Justice had two small bandages around his fingers.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #original writing #original smut #original fiction #original characters #queer characets #trans character #mlm #bi4bi #smut #queer nsft #trans nsft #annika talks #P&J #Pride & Justice #of all the prompts that i thought would make me cry while writing them. i would not have guessed this one

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chaseadrian · 2 years

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"you've never kissed anybody before?" with the one and only steve 'the hair' harrington 🤘😫

hi <33 hope u like!

steve harrington/f!reader 943 words an. they don't kiss but maybe i'd be down to write a part 2 at some point

You almost didn't take the job. Robin had to plead and prod when you came back into town after one semester at a shit college with shit professors and a shit roommate. You'd been slumped on the couch for weeks, no direction, no motivation, feeling like you'd been chewed up and spit out by the world in a matter of months. And then someone got fired from the Family Video for spending a bit too much of their shift behind the curtain in the adult section.

Working with Steve seemed like a nightmare, despite all of Robin's exclamations that he'd changed since high school and was a better dude now and okay yes, she'd admit maybe he flirted a bit too much with the girls that walked into the store but he wasn't mean anymore.

So you took the job.

Robin was great, always had been, always would be, but she couldn't bridge the gap between you and Steve.

Until the night she'd called out of work for food poisoning, leaving the two of you to close up shop alone.

Steve was taking his sweet time restocking the shelves while you worked on a new window display. Standups of Keifer Sutherland and Jason Patric flanked you as you threw fake fangs and rubber pools of blood on the shelf between shiny new VHS tapes.

"So you going back to college next year?" Steve asked, breaking the usual silence that lingered when you and Steve were without Robin.

"Dunno." You shrugged, groaning as a blood pool dropped to the floor with a splat. It had hair and crumbs stuck to it when you picked it up, carrying it with an outstretched arm to the bathroom sink.

"Gross." Steve followed, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom with his arms crossed, "Just throw it in the trash."

You looked up at him from the mirror, "This was the only medium sized piece, it'll balance out the whole display."

He rolled his eyes, "Sure. Anyway, tell me more about college."

Drying the rubber off with paper towels, you turned your head to him with furrowed brows and a frown, "What?"

"Well, I mean I thought I'd get the scoop when Robin graduated but she's at community, not much night life at a college half comprised of senior citizens. So?"

"So, what?"

"So, anything! I am wasting away here in Hawkins, gotta have something to look forward to when I finally get my shit together. Sooner or later..." He trailed off, pursing his lips and following when you pushed past him back into the lobby over to the display, kneeling in front of the shelf.

"Uhh, it sucked, I guess. Hard classes, mean professors."

"Yeah yeah yeah school's shit, we knew that, but did you at least get a feel for that great 'college experience' everyone freaks out about? Tube topped babes, dudes headbutting each other over beer, people passing out on the frat lawns."

You looked up at him with squinting eyes, "Have you seen any movies other than Animal House?"

"What's that?"

"It's a—" You paused, "We literally work at a video store. Rent it. Either way the party scene wasn't really my thing."

"Seriously. Not a single one? No dudes whose names you didn't remember in the morning? Nothing?"

You shrugged with a frown, eyebrows raised, "What can I say? You knew me in high school, did you ever see me at parties? Did you ever invite me to parties?"

He smiled and started to rebut, "Well I—"

His brain kicked in and he thought for a moment, "No."

You turned back to the display, pulling candy bars from a box and setting them on the shelf, "Exactly. Not a liplock in high school, and the tradition continues in college. Well, the six months I was there."

He crouched down to meet your height, "Wait wait wait. You've never kissed anybody before?"

You didn't look at him, didn't indicate you'd heard what he'd said at all other than a short shake of your head.

"Like not even a nervous spin the bottle seven minutes in heaven my-upper-lip-is-way-too-sweaty-to-kiss-you-right-now-but-here-goes-nothing peck?" He gestured with his hands, forearms resting on his knees, voice laden with a tone that said he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Nope."

"Huh." He stared at the carpet.

"Like that's so hard to believe. I had exactly one friend in high school."

"W—well I just thought you band geeks all intermingled."

"I wasn't in ban—" You reevaluated the entire conversation, setting the last chocolate bar down and standing up with the box, "You know, why am I even talking to you about this? You had your first kiss at what like, two years old?"

Steve matched you, a smile on his lips, "Actually, I was one. My grandma couldn't keep those purple-lipstick laden lips off me."

You stared at him, and he reached forward to grab the box from you, ripping the bottom and flattening it into a sheet of cardboard.

"There's a framed photo of me with old lady lip prints right by the front door."

That earned a laugh, and his eyes flicked around your face.

"Didn't mean to pry, I know the only common denominator we have is Robin so I barely have any right to ask you shit like that. Sorry." He offered, reaching a hand out.

You took it, accepting his truce with a shake, "I appreciate it."

"Friends?" He gave you a half smile.

You pulled the corner of your mouth down, "Ehh."

"Acquaintances with the potential for friendship?"

"That's more like it."

He slapped your shoulder, "I'll take it."

Maybe Robin was right after all.

#steve harrington/f!reader #steve harrington/you #steve harrington/reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #my writing #mine #answered*#anonymous

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kichimiangra · 8 months

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We've seen that Spike can arbitrate between the Piposaru and Specter to address their dissatisfaction issues; would the other protagonists and Morgan help improve the quality of life on Saru Station if they came on board, and would Specter pretend that was his plan and not scooping all the meaningful humans in his life into one big pile to bury himself within?

All of the other protagonists have proven that they are all compassionate people towards the plight of others. In fact if not for the mischief the piposaru get into so frequently the protags would probably be more open to the idea of hearing them out. (AU where instead of trying to change times they just escape the park and any human that comes across them gets a sob story about their sentience and shit.) I think even if they were getting up to mischief Jimmy would be willing to help improve their quality of life because he is a sweet pea. Kei and Yumi are compassionate to others but mouthy enough to call out what the issues are. Natalie can be easily reasoned with with the right logic and isn't favorable to cruelty to animals or unneeded discomfort (At the end of AE3 She can be seen with Specter picking fruit so clearly she at least doesn't hold a grudge with him unless they're bickering like siblings like in Piposaru 2001). Jake might be the only hold out, but is also a kind person, can understand the apes on a more literal level so there's no guess work, and in reality when under SPecter's control he had basically been doing the same organizational work as the whole of the Ukki 5 because unsurprisingly he could be an efficient business manager if he wanted to be... If he could just get over his thing with the apes. (I had imagined a scenario where both Spike, Specter, the ukki 5, and a large number of piposaru get sick and are down for the count and team protag, including Jake, are basically begged by Spike to come up and help them just keep things afloat until whatever flu is sweeping through the station subsides, and Jake has to put aside his issues for a few days because as much as the rest of team protag are willing to help they are an unorganized mess)

Trainer Morgan would of course be willing to help... infact Morgan could get away with more than Spike can even after being in a realtionship with Specter because Specter at least respects his human daddy and doesn't want to disappoint him so would take his advice to heart, while Morgan is trained to work with primates and even without Ukki in his dictionary he'd quickly start discerning things like unhappy work conditions, apes being placed in ill fitting positions, etc.

Spike and Specter collection 2

The only game the Specter coins show up in is AE1 so I can't help but thinks Specter was starting up his own currency to get a head start on capitalism. I can't think of a good in-universe reason to collect them though, cuz all they're good for in the game are unlocking some minigames on the time station, so I've only used them in reference as a mocking thing like "Good job here's a few nickles I had in my pocket".

Specter being Jealous of himself is a plot point lol.

Spike loves them until he doesn't.

The Piposaru end up all agreeing that they like Specter better with Spike around than without, when Specter and Spike get into a fight or argument they pool together to try and manipulate the two into making amends or being amicable with each other to various degrees of shenanigans.

They had a lovely evening in spite of the raw confusion for what the Piposaru are doing.

Circus!Specter lives kinda somewhere in the middle there. Unlike Pipotchi he doesn't have enough brain cells to really "Act" much, he's just kinda like this. That said, much like a dog or a small child he is aware enough that looking sad and pathetic can sometimes get him off the hook so if it was Circus!Specter around his usual enemies and they are seemingly mad at him he might play up that aspect of himself. There is enough overlap between the two that in a boss battle situation where somewhere mid game Specter lost his helmet Circus!Specter would still meet the protags in combat, but it would be a lot of attention seeking, random button pushing, and less PK. He'd still be like "I'm gonna win!" but instead of "Hehe Pathetic humans I shall defeat you and prove ape superiority" It's more like "I AM GOING TO WIN AND GET MORE ATTENTION HUHUHUHU!!!!" and the best things the protqags can really do is ignore him.

He does have his moments of cleverness, as back in the Park he was hard to keep locked up and was a little escape artist (Thus how he got a hold of the helmet so easily) showing he can be devious enough to see a button combo on a key pad and commit it to memory to unlock doors.

Most of the best drama with Specter comes from a Specter vs Relationship scenario, whether it's romantic, familial, companionship, leadership, etc. and how he handles that with his overblown ego and knowing full well that from the perspective of the 'other' in the relationship he is prone to dun doing a bad. Trainer Morgan tries to reason with the idea of why Specter would leave. The first time is one thing, but any time after that and now there's a pattern. He would be one of the first people to humanize and personify Specter because "There must be a reason he's like this...?" And because Morgan is so detached from the majority of Specter's origin he really only has the perspective of "He is leaving everytime he gets a helmet because he's not happy here." but as the almost sole caretaker to Specter of course he would reach the conclusion of "clearly I must be doing something wrong, making him unhappy, or am not meeting some specific need he has?" Meanwhile Specter is stuck in a loop of "Humans hate me for trying to usurp the world and I don't really care if they do, (Apes4Evar!) but I do care what specifically THAT human thinks of me because he's special and he is obviously going to be mad and ashamed of me because he is a human and JEEBUS I AM NOT EMOTIONALLY EQUIPPED TO BE ABLE TO FEEL GUILT OR SHAME HOW DO I FUCKING DO THIS?!..."

All involved with the Peak Point Project/Project Specter are kinda at a "Dissapointed/cutting their losses but happy to get SOMETHING out of it" zone. Specter did not fulfill any of the goals of the projects aside from the parks goal of "A pretty cool Monkey" which is contradicted every time he gets a helmet because he's ALMOST not worth the costs of doing business. The investors that acquired PipoSnake are happy with him as an individual soldier but the lack of consistent successful replication (like with Specter) makes the project a complete bust. (And despite seemingly having his shit together in reality Pipo Snake is one identity crisis away from a full fledged breakdown). Pipotchi doesn't have anxiety and was a shot in the dark success for the project, but he almost suffers from "Too much Humanity, not enough specialized help, not a human in a human society, etc." that leaves you wondering how responsible the project even is. So everyone is satisfied in that they got a consolation prize but the laundry list of each of these three apes issues really rubs the shine off. Like "Here's a free goldfish! Also, i has the Ick"

#ape escape #nannersverse #ape escape specter #kc answers stuff #ape escape spike #piposaru #art

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winksasleeplesseye · 1 year

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File #004 - Trade

City of the Dead

Pairing: Leon Kennedy × OC

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: none this go around

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After that horrifying display, Amara is more than ready to escape from this cell. Jesus, was that what Irons meant by Ben being taken care of?

Amara squirmed at what her fate could be if she didn’t get the hell out of this cell, no, no, this very city.

The sound of heels interrupts them, Leon aims his gun, ready to shoot until a woman that Amara doesn’t recognize comes into view. “It’s just me.”

“So, you can put that thing away.”

Leon tries to explain what had just happened, it happened so quickly and Amara still couldn’t rid her mind of the sound of that crunch. She fights against the goosebumps and shivers that want to roll down her spine even recounting it for a split second.

She didn’t even want to talk about the smell. It was more than enough to make her fight her body’s gag reflex actively.

“I told you to get out of here,” the woman looks on at the scene laid out before them. “You don’t wanna end up like Ben, do you?” She asks, almost condescendingly.

As the two of them talked, Amara couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance toward the woman. Was now really a time to respond like that?

"So, what was Ben's big secret?" Leon asked, breaking the tense silence.

"He said he had information that would lead us to the truth about this whole mess," the woman replied, her voice cool and collected.

Amara rolled her eyes. "Of course he did. Every journalist thinks they have the scoop of the century."

Of course, Amara knows Ben definitely wasn’t just making things up but her restlessness seemed to be clouding her judgment and her manners.

The woman turned her sharp gaze on Amara. "And what about you? What's your story?"

Amara shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I'm just a former S.T.A.R.S. operative who got caught up in all of this. Nothing special."

"I find that hard to believe," She said, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

Amara resisted the urge to snap back at the woman, knowing that she needed to keep her cool if she wanted to get out of this mess alive. Instead, she just smiled and said, "Believe what you want. It doesn't change the fact that we're all stuck in this together."

Leon nodded in agreement, his eyes flickering between the woman and Amara. "She's right. We need to work together if we're going to make it out of here. I’m Leon Kennedy.”

Amara couldn't help but feel a flicker of gratitude towards Leon. Despite everything that had happened, he still seemed like a good guy who wanted to do the right thing. Maybe they could make it out of this alive after all.

"Find a way out, Leon, then we'll talk," The woman said, her voice cool and businesslike, turning to leave.

"Name's Ada," she added, as an afterthought.

Amara raised an eyebrow at the exchange but kept quiet. She didn't trust Ada any more than she trusted Chief Irons, and the fact that she wasn’t so forthcoming in her knowledge of what was going on only reinforced that suspicion.

Leon nodded at Ada's words. "Guess the deal is on," he said to Amara, referring to Ben's parking pass.

Amara snorted. "What deal?" she asked, her tone skeptical. "The deal where I have to get near all of that? The deal where we trust a woman who won’t even divulge her last name?”

She gestured to the scene behind her, she really, really didn’t want to look again. Her brain certainly couldn’t process that Ben, who was only just speaking moments ago is now this. Ugh, it was like someone crushed a grape, except human.

Leon didn't have an answer for that, and Amara could see the uncertainty flicker across his face. She sighed inwardly and grumbles out a short, clipped “damn”. With her eyes raised to the ceiling, she gets close to the corpse she once called Ben, unclasping the pass lanyard from around his neck.

Usually, she can keep a cool head in intense situations but having this many in a short amount of time has left her more than a little frazzled.

She wanted to scold herself the same way her parents had so often before but a voice in her head told her this isn’t the slightest bit of normal, being a little frantic is more than okay.

Amara sticks out the parking pass to Leon, more than eager to help him out but quickly retracts it back through the bars of the cell. Leon scrunches his face up, obviously confused.

“Sorry,” Amara cringes a tad. “But, I think I need to hold some leverage to make sure you come back to get me.”

Leon scoffs. “But-”

She quickly cuts him off, “And I…uh, say that not to say I don’t hold some trust for you but we’ve only just met.”

Coming from Amara, trust was no small thing either. Her father, the bastard, occasionally gave her gems of advice that followed her into adulthood. She remembers it very well, every new base, every new set of friends she’d have to make and every I-told-you-so face as things would inevitably turn sour. Occasionally her mother would do the comforting but her dad would step in and say the same English proverb he’d learned “It is an equal failing to trust everybody, and to trust nobody.”

And every time, she’d ask what he meant and he’d reply, “You have to be smart in who you trust right off the bat and who you don’t. Trust in the wrong people gets you hurt.”

Of course, now his word means absolute dog shit to her but that was a topic for another day.

He sighs, “Fair enough.”

He looks towards the electronic panel, the key to her freedom. “Any idea where the missing part could be?”

“There was a delivery…” Amara trails off and raises her eyes, trying to recount when it occurred, “about a few months ago of a few of the parts so you may find them on the third floor if those lazy knuckleheads never actually got around to opening them up.”

Leon listened to her intently, clearly already making note of it in his head. “Third floor. I’m on it. Thanks.”

“Oh, and Leon?” Amara knows what has occurred so far and knows the dire situation and there’s really no time for games but she’s down to play anyways. Besides, when is she gonna get a chance like this again? “I’d say you’re way cuter in person than on paper. Good luck.”

She doesn’t miss the momentary blush, shake of his head, and low chuckle Leon lets out. Rita would indeed be gnashing her teeth if she could see this now.

It takes Leon at least fifteen minutes to return with the part and she certainly can’t fight the smile that comes to her lips. To be fair, anyone alive would’ve made her excited. “Good to see you’re still in one piece.”

“Well, either I’m the smartest person in this place or the luckiest,” Leon replies, tinkering with the wiring now with the part in its place.

“Depends on who you’re asking.”

“I don’t know, what do you think?”

“I’d certainly say you’re the bravest, coming amidst all this chaos.” Amara praises.

“I did get a call to stay away but you know what they say about curiosity.”

“Yeah, yeah, I do.”

After a few minutes of tinkering, the door slides open and Leon steps inside the cell. He certainly has a slight bit of height on Amara but another part of her can’t actually believe he’s standing in front of her.

Has the thirst and hunger-induced delirium gotten to Amara’s senses? No way. She’d gone for longer stretches before without both the essential functions to live on stakeouts. Jill doted on her (despite her being only two years older than Amara) but she continuously knew what she could take.

She shakes her head, hoping to rattle her brain back into reality but it’s already clear that Leon is, in fact, real as he bends down to Ben’s corpse to search his pockets.

Thank god he didn’t just see her do that. The last thing she needs is to be directly thrown into a psych ward after all this is over.

“Did Ben play this for you?” Leon turns to her, holding up what seems to be a tape recorder.

“Not that I remember.” She bends down close to Leon, hoping to listen to what it contains. She also pushes down the urge to be giddy at the proximity, geez, it’s like a high school girl with a crush.

The recording is brief, as Ben attempts to weasel his way into grilling a woman named Annette into revealing what she knew about Umbrella and their dealings with an orphanage and a lab situated in the sinkhole in the middle of the city.

As long as Amara had been here, she never really thought much of it. She always kind of chalked it up as just an eyesore and slight failings of the infrastructure that Raccoon City had fought to modernize.

“Hmm…what are they after?” Leon asked, probably more to himself than to Amara.

As luck would have it, an alarm blared throughout the area. Amara looked for the source and realized it only meant one thing. Shit.

“That’s not good,” Amara rose up quickly, stepping outside the cell to find that all the cells were opening up.

“That’s really not good…” Leon’s voice sounded behind her as they both looked on at the zombies shambling out of the now-open cells.

“Got a plan?” Leon asks. Amara offers a closed mouth smile, she is kind of flattered that he assumes she knows any better than him in this situation. She unholsters her gun, quickly checking the magazine, seeing that only five bullets remained.

“Point. Aim. Shoot. In that order.”

Amara does just that, sending a bullet straight between the eyes of one of the zombies. She has to make sure every shot count. A visit to her old desk would do her real good right now. Leon follows her lead and they both manage to get through a number of the zombies, but those same heavy footfalls from before sound way too close for comfort amidst the frantic ringing of the alarm.

“Gimme a break,” Leon sounds kind of pissed off and Amara follows his line of vision to find…

What the fuck is that?!

A giant, grey-skinned man towers over both of them, surging right toward them. Clearly, this man…thing, was on a mission and Leon is no stranger to it.

“Friend of yours?” Amara asks, narrowly avoiding the fist that comes swiping down at her. The sound its fist made just cutting through the air means that this thing really isn’t fucking around. Judging by its little outfit, this creature is also the thing that crushed Ben’s head like an egg from through the wall.

Leon scoffs. “I’ve been trying to escape this big asshole all night!”

Amara certainly didn’t have enough bullets for the zombies and this thing.

“Amara, go!” Leon pushes her forward, toward the exit. She almost stumbles at the force of it. “I’ll keep this thing occupied.”

“Leon–”

“Look, if one of us has to get out of here, I’d rather it be you.”

Amara felt the urge to say something else. Anything. They had only just met and now she was going to be alone again? And it’d be an even crueler fate for him to have come all this way just to end up dead…or worse.

He said nothing else. His eyes became laser-focused on the mass of bodies moving toward him. She spared one more look at the man as he began shooting, truly awed by the guts Leon had.

Amara’s heart raced as she ran toward the parking garage, the parking pass held in a death grip between her fingers. She fought the urge to look back at the door that Leon was still behind, her one goal now was to get that shutter open. God, please let him be okay.

Amara shoved the keycard roughly into the panel, just as Ada appeared from the door at her right side. “Oh, it’s just you.” Amara rolled her eyes.

Ada looked behind Amara, clearly noticing someone was missing. “Where’s Leon?”

“Probably dea-” The door bursts open, Leon practically barreling out. His breathing is a bit more labored than the last she saw him but a small bit of relief floods through Amara to see him regardless. “I take it back. Leon!” Amara didn’t hesitate to try and meet him halfway but he frantically waved his hand.

“Stay back!”

Not even half a second later, the brute smashes through the wall closest to Leon.

Amara's heart raced as the Tyrant's massive hand closed around Leon's throat. She could see his face turning red as he struggled to breathe. At that moment, she knew she had to act fast.

Without hesitation, Amara drew her gun and took aim at the brute’s head. Her finger tightened on the trigger as she tried to steady her shaking hand. She knew that her bullets were limited and would do little more than irritate the damn monster, but she had to try something.

“Come on!” Ada called for her as she sat behind the wheel of a big delivery truck. Amara liked her quick thinking and ran to the passenger side, barely getting situated before Ada hit the gas, full speed for the thing.

Amara braced her hands on the dash, fully prepared for Ada to hit it with all this truck had.

The force of the truck colliding with the monster still pushes Amara forward roughly, but it was more than enough for it to let Leon go.

She raced back around to where he laid on the ground.

Amara felt a surge of relief as she watched Leon gasp for air. She knew that he was lucky to be alive. She looked over at Ada, grateful for her quick thinking.

"Thanks," Amara said, still a bit shaken as she huddled close to Leon’s side. "That was close."

Ada shrugged nonchalantly. "It's all in a day's work," she replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Holy shit…Amara, Ada, thank you.” Amara stuck out her hand, helping Leon up and quickly moving away with him from the truck.

Something in her tells her to hug him, and she does just that with a ferocity like nothing she had never experienced before. Amara had cycled through quite a few emotions this evening, a good chunk now probably attributed to the man in front of her.

“Don’t ever do that shit again, Leon.” Her words are firm, clinging to the man as if he’d vanish if she let go.

He chuckles a tad, patting his gloved hand gently against the back of her head. “Yes, ma’am,” he coughs, still recovering his breath.

Amara is the first to pull away, still reluctant to fully let go as her hand still lingers on Leon’s arm. Possibly her only anchor to make sure he was still there. Maybe he wasn’t lying, he had to be the luckiest guy in this place.

“Well, now that the excitement is over…” Amara looked back towards the doors back to the station. “I need to head to my old desk, I need way more firepower if we’re going onto those streets.”

Amara would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t also want to see the disarray of the station in the days since her imprisonment. But, she also noticed she was hopelessly outgunned compared to Leon, who had at least three weapons on his person.

“I’ll go with you,” Leon offered, “It’s better we stick together, all things considered.”

Amara found herself agreeing. She couldn’t exactly envision not being by his side especially after he almost gave his life in exchange for her. Ada decides to stick by the shutter instead, but it was obvious that she had now become part of this ragtag team for the evening.

Leon’s footsteps fall in line with Amara’s, his gun at the ready and flashlight lighting the way in the dimly lit corridors. Somehow, the energy in the station had changed dramatically as the heavy downpour is hard-hitting against the windows and the wind howled furiously almost as if it were itself alive. The creepy factor seemed to dial it up by ten by Amara’s standards. She usually loved haunted houses and the like during this time but she certainly wasn’t enjoying that the station had now become one.

Haunted by memories and certainly overflown with zombies.

In the lull of it all, Leon decided to be the one to break the silence. “So, S.T.A.R.S., huh?”

“You’ve just been dying to ask, haven’t you, rookie?” Amara teases.

“Seems like now is a more than perfect opportunity, don’t you think?”

“Zombies aside, I guess, ask away.”

“Well, I guess, I wanted to ask about the murders.”

“Murders?”

“Up in Arklay.”

“Oh.” Her eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Arklay. “That was a mess,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Contrary to what the officials reports say, it wasn’t cannibalistic cultists responsible.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “Really? What was it then?”

“Umbrella,” Amara stated matter-of-factly. Considering the hell outside, holding back information is no longer logical.

Leon’s eyes widened in surprise, Amara almost likens him to a puppy dog. “Umbrella? The pharmaceutical company? You’re kidding.”

Amara let out a humorless chuckle. “I wish I was. And it wasn’t just Arklay. No doubt that Umbrella had a hand in this outbreak too, considering they’re making bio-weapons.”

Leon’s expression told Amara that he seemed to be going through everything in his head, reeling at the revelation. She wasn’t sure what all he knew about his new post, but she can only imagine he wasn’t aware to this extent. “So, what happened in Arklay? How did you get involved?”

Amara’s expression darkened as she recalled the files. “I wasn’t directly involved, I only found out secondhand. I was on vacation at the time, but when I returned, things were different. For a few months, I really didn’t know anything. Until I was privately investigating an Umbrella researcher’s supposed suicide. That’s when I stumbled upon everything about what happened to all my team and almost all of Alpha team, Bravo team is all gone, except me.”

Amara can’t help but look down at her feet, trying not to recall too much of everything, lest the tears she continuously fought back would roll down her cheeks. None of them deserved that.

“I’m sorry, Amara. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

“It’s alright,” she said with a sigh. “It’s just frustrating to see Umbrella get away with this while innocent people suffer.”

Leon nodded in agreement. “Well, we’ll make sure they pay for what they’ve done. We have to stop them.”

Amara gave him a small smile. “That’s the plan, Leon. We’ll do it together. Now come on, time’s a-wastin'.”

They arrived at the S.T.A.R.S. office, which seemed relatively untouched compared to the chaos of the other rooms surrounding it. Hell, even Chris’ jacket was still hung up behind his chair. Did she want to swipe it for herself? She looked at it briefly. Nah.

Amara quickly made her way over to her old desk. Rummaging through the drawers proves fruitful as she pulls out more ammo and her unloaded weapons. Her second favorite handgun, a sleek and deadly custom-made piece, just how she liked it. She straps it to her other hip.

Amara could feel Leon’s eyes on her as she equipped herself. “Nice gun,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

She smirked at him, picking up on the subtle flirting. “Thanks, I’ve had it for a few months now. It’s never let me down.”

As they made their way back to the main hall, Leon moved closer to her. Both of them had their guns at the ready, should any zombies pop but so far, they were in the clear. “You know, I’m glad you’re here with me. I feel a lot safer with someone like you around.”

Amara chuckled, looking over at him briefly, “Someone like me?”

Usually, Amara would get the sense that when someone used that phrasing toward her, it never is meant in a good way. So, clarification is big for her.

“Well, yeah,” Leon said, sounding a tad flustered. “Being a former S.T.A.R.S. member and all, you’ve been handling yourself pretty well so far. Not to mention you’re…uh…pretty…well, you know.” He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

“Pretty what, Leon?” Amara gave her full attention to Leon now.

His face turned red. “Uh, pretty…competent. And brave. And, uh, pretty.” He stumbled over his words, probably feeling embarrassed to say that out loud.

She feels a slight bit of relief at his words.

Amara laughed. “Relax, rookie. I know what you mean. And don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual.” She flashed him a grin. There was something about Leon that made her feel safe and comfortable, despite everything. It was quite nice. “But also, flattery will get you nowhere.”

That made Leon laugh as well.

They head back quickly to Ada, who surprisingly still waited for them. They head outside together of the RPD, no idea what the next part of the night would bring.

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charsawdeath · 1 year

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"Think twice before you speak to my boyfriend like that" - FizzarOzzie (my-dark-lord)

Think twice before you speak to my boyfriend like that" - FizzarOzzie (my-dark-lord)

Ozzie confronts Blitzo aside and has a lil chat

Fizz isn't aware of anything, he's playing with his babies

(Imagine if you will, the two reconcile and become friends again slowly, now that you have that in there, BF Ozzie just wants to make sure Blitzo knows where he stands after all the damage he caused his Fizzy-Pop)

Chapter Text

"Thanks for the'a invite, Fizz!" I say as the door is answered.

"We're try'n the whole friends thing again so, why not?" He asks in that rough way he now spoke since the accident, no hint of malice to be heard.

I think privately to myself about living with a Sin and how it must be hard, sure Fizzarolli had robotic limbs but still-

Things would be hard to get to without them surely?

He got them refurbished, taken in for upgrades!

How did he do things then? All up to Ozzie alone? That didn't sound like Fizzarolli!

My question on this matter is answered however as he steps aside and lets me in.

He's holding open a door HIS size I now realize. This one cut out of the bigger one. He's standing on a doormat for an Imp. A larger one beneath it.

Around me I see different size items from couches to chairs to books, to pillows, hell, as I'm being led in further, Fizz shows me where the toilet is. A toilet OUR SIZE!

But my mystified wonder comes to a halt as soon as the Sin himself steps into the living room of the home and stands back a bit, watching his partner leading me along the main part of their house.

"There's my handsome Rooster~" He announces and prances over towards the Embodiment of Lust.

He's absolutely MINUSCULE compared to the Sinner, could easily be crushed in a hand yet-

He's scooped up carefully into those huge fluffy blue arms of his and tenderly clucked at, purred to, and peppered with kisses until the Imp in his arms points me out with a spark in his eyes.

"You remember Blitzo, right Daddy?"

I kinda wished I could fall into a hole right about now as his partner looks in my direction and all six eyes turn cold and hard!

I gulp and smile lightly, hand up to wave hello.

"The babies are done with their bath, Mommy~" He returns instead, turning back to Fizzarolli still in his arms.

'Babies?'

I knew Fizz was intersex but..

He couldn't have actually WANTED kids, right?

"Thanks, Ozzie~" Fizz chitters happily before getting off his partner's large shoulders and calls over his shoulder, "I'll bring them out!" Then hurries to another room, leaving me with King Asmodeus alone in the living room.

I speak up first, trying to sound genuinely happy, "Sooooo, you and Fizz have babies, hu? Congratulations!"

But my tail curls between my legs as I back up, the large Sinner towering over me with a single menacing step forward.

"Think twice before you speak to my boyfriend like that!"

I need not ask what he meant-

All these years apart and it was finally being seen through together after a major change of lifestyles!

I dare never say anything like that again, I really did miss my old best friend!

"You have my word, Ozz-"

"And it's Asmodeus to you, little limp dick Imp!" He hisses before leaning back upwards, towering over me in another way just as Fizz comes back with a pile of fly/dogs following him excitedly.

"You caught us during bathtime~" Fizz explains, smiling as three of the five dogs spin around him, one in his arms and the last coming up to me like he could take me out, barking and growling like crazy.

"That one is Boner~"

I deadpan.

Reaaaaaaaally?

"These three are Bondage, Cuffs, and Lube~"

I can't even!

"And that one's name is, let me guess, Sex, Cum, Thrust, Musk-"

"Queef!"

Queeeeeef?

"A rescue from Pride Ring~"

He holds of the dog/fly and baby talks it, snout to its own, "Ya he's very attached, very sensitive~"

He turns the dog so's I can see him better and I flinch.

It looked like it had been shot in the fucking head!

"Ya, his old owner basically tried to kill him cause he was 'too annoying', well I don't think he is, right Ozzie?"

The dog had half a face! It twitched and shook like a leaf! Its eye was HUGE with fear as it looked my why but softened when Fizz cradled him close and kissed his remaining ear.

"Fizz-Bubble was the first person this little guy ever neared and so we got him then and there~" Asmodeus purrs, leaning down and getting swamped by the rest of the dog/flies.

"You always were good at attracting people who needed someone, Fizz!" I confide and he side eyes me.

I see him smile slightly but gain no thanks or response.

Instead he holds up Queef and says proudly, "Blitzo, these are mine and Ozzie's babies~"

#queef #Valentino's dog #written #my work #ao3 #fizzmodeus #fizzozzie #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss blitzo #hinted blitzo/Fizz #helluva boss #prompt

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transpoettryinghisbest · 2 years

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I was going to do a headcannons post about Diego's backstory and why he became a lawyer, but I thought I'd be fun to write all my headcannons into a fic instead. Trigger warnings are in the tags.

I glanced across the sheets at Diego. He was lying on his back with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.

“Can I ask you something?” I said, eventually.

“You can ask me anything you want, Kitten,” he replied, without opening his eyes.

“Why did you become a lawyer?”

“It's in the family. I was pretty smart and observant, even as a kid, so I guess it was inevitable.”

“That makes sense.”

“My parents are both prosecutors. I was going to be one too, actually.”

“Really?”

“Mm hm. They're the ones that wear all the fancy outfits and make all the money, after all.”

“Don't I know it.”

He chuckled at that.

“So…what made you change your mind?” I asked.

He rolled over onto his side. “Well I watched all these prosecutors in court, studying their ways, and…they were just so antagonistic. They have to see the worst in the defendant all the time. I just couldn't imagine myself doing that.”

“Were your parents upset when you told them?”

“Nah. I'm kind of a black sheep of the family, but that's fine. A true lawyer learns to respect those on the other side of the courtroom. Prosecution is a fine occupation, it just didn't sit right with me.”

“I don't think I'd be able to prosecute either. I don't know, the thought never really crossed my mind.”

“Were you born into a family of defence attorneys or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that. My father was an accountant. But he passed away.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. I was only a child, so I don't remember him much.”

“What about your mom?”

“Well…She's actually from a long line of spirit mediums.”

“Spirit mediums?”

“I don't…know if you know what that is.”

“I don't know much. Something about being in tune with dead people or something?”

“Mm.”

“And it's a family business?”

“It should've been. But I had…other things in mind. So my little sister took over the clan, she'll be the next head after our mother.”

“I didn't know you had a sister.”

“I guess I don't talk about myself very much. Her name's Maya.”

“And she's into all this…spirit stuff?”

I nodded, slightly nervous of his reaction.

“You'll have to teach me more about it sometime.” He rubbed his eyes, tiredly.

“Maybe. I know it's…not exactly favoured in the legal world.”

“I can imagine. Doesn't sound like something you'd lose your badge over, though. Unless you tried to use it in a case.”

I said nothing.

“I won't tell anyone, if that's what you mean.”

“Thank you. It’s just that…when I’ve told people in the past, not all of them have reacted like you did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lana completely brushed it off, she doesn’t believe in it.”

I tried not to let that fact upset me. In all honesty, there were a lot of nay-sayers out there. It just felt different when it was someone I was that close to.

“She doesn’t believe anything she doesn’t see with her own eyes,” Diego said.

“You’re right. I suppose that’s what makes her such a good prosecutor.”

“So you had all this spirit stuff laid out for you, but chose a different path?”

“Basically.”

“Was there any reason? Or did you just not want to talk to ghosts your whole life?”

“I, uh…it’s a long story.” I rolled over so I was facing away from him.

“Is that your way of saying you don’t want to tell me?”

“It’s my way of saying…I don’t know if I want to tell you or not.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to bear your soul to me, Kitten.”

“I appreciate that.”

He scooped me up in a spoon position and drifted off to sleep, holding me close.

That was almost two years ago now. We don't sleep in that bed anymore, curled up close to each other. He's stuck on his back, in a clean, strange, hospital bed, while I sit here and watch him, begging him to move or make a noise. He no longer looks or smells like himself, but I know he's still in there.

I wish I'd told him about my mother. Even if he couldn't help, he would've understood. He would've understood me a little better.

I hope I get to tell him one day. I'll wait.

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turns out i was born a lightening bolt and through some cosmic glitch i accidentally struck the ground and was ball lightening for what i thought was a few years i just chilled by some tall barbed wire fence on the edge of town that tuned out to be like less than a minute and then i was scooped up by my mother who im told was touched by madness after witnessing my "birth" i guess? idk, but whenever i ask about it she writes seven glyphs on the floor and then a book appears. typical mom literally pretends it didnt happen. the books in a language that has to be read by intuiting the right pattern to jump to the next word which could be fucking anywhere and every letter of every word is written from a different direction like fuck they dont make it very fuckin easy do they. my dad might not believe my mom about how she found me which honestly irritates me but he just says he doesn't have an opinion on it and changes the subject to ask if im thinking about having kids or coming to church which makes it harder to feel like i can come out and honestly the whole lightening thing was so long ago i feel like i can just live my life. i wonder if my moms worried about me finding out more but she'll always be my mom and besides if my parents were charged plasma or storm clouds i never knew them and they died like literally the exact second i was born, i don't think she can translate the bool anyway she says she was allergic to the maroon aura around the thing. it kept turning on her tv in the middle of the night so i keep it in my apartment now but the maroon aura is kind of hard to ignore and it smells really thick like animal musk mixed with burning circuit boards but i have to figure out a new job before i can dedicate any more time to this thing

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My Boys (Chapter 27)

Series List

Steve's pov

Couple days later

"You sure you don't want to tell her what happened the other day? She'd appreciate being told about it," Robin asks as she shows up to work today. I'd gotten to work way too early and ended up waiting for Robin to come here so I wasn't working alone. "Yes, if she finds out then everything changes. I just got her back, I will not lose her because of something with Munson again," I tell Robin, knowing that this could just be affecting the relationship we are trying to build. I can't risk losing Y/n again though, otherwise, Robin and my friendship means nothing anyway. "If you're sure. Oh, by the way, Y/n is coming in today," She tells me, putting all her stuff in the back room. I look confused at her and ask, "Since when? I thought today she was off?" Robin shakes her head and says, "Nope. She had a bad day the other day and really needed to come to work to get some Robin and Steve time. Considering our manager is never here anyway, we saw no harm in having her here today." I nod and look back outside, noticing Munson walking past again. "Munson's back," I whisper to her, watching as he walks past again. Robin leans against the counter next to me and sighs. "What happened between you two? And don't say nothing because Y/n said something happened but never said what because you should be the one to talk about it not her," Robin asks me, bumping my shoulder a little bit. I let out another sigh and say, "I don't want to talk about it right now. I may one day but I can't today." Robin nods her head in understanding and straightens up. "Well then, how about we get this place ready for when Y/n finally gets here? She'll be in a lot later." I nod at her and we start to prepare the shop for a day of work.

Couple of Hours Later (After Y/n has already come into work)

Y/n's pov

"God this is so gross," I hear Robin say as we continue to watch Steve try to flirt with another customer. "Yeah, this is the 6th girl for today. Don't even know the number since we started here," I sigh, watching him yet again fail to get any number or flirting in return from the girl in front of him. We'd been working at Scoops for a couple of weeks now and Steve had been flirting with every single girl that walked into the store. It slightly hurt but I was never going to tell Robin or Steve that. "Maybe we should make this fun for us." I hear Robin whisper, moving further into the back. Steve finishes up with the girl and turns back to me smiling. "Hey honey," Steve says, moving over the little window next to me, giving me the same smile as every other girl that walks in but this one felt different somehow. "Hey Stevie," I smile back. "Alright!" I hear Robin yell behind me.

I turn to her and pull myself onto the window edge. "What have you got there Robin?" I ask, wondering what her plan is with the whiteboard she just found and Steve's flirting problem. "So, Steve can't stop flirting with every girl that walks in here, right?" Robin says, drawing a line down the centre of the board. "Hey, I'm not that bad. Am I?" Steve exclaims, quietly asking me the last thing and looking at me worried. I laugh at him and turn back to Robin. "Yeah Rob, what's that got to do with the whiteboard?" I ask again, hearing Steve sigh next to me. "Well, we are gonna start keeping a tally for our entertainment," Robin says, gesturing between the two of us. "Keep a tally of what?" Steve asks, seeming a little annoyed with the whole thing. Instead of answering his question, Robin turns to the board and writes, You Suck on the right side of the board and You Rule on the left side of the board. "What the hell does that mean?" Steve exclaims, looking at me to try to stop this from happening. "I'm guessing, if Steve gets a number or a flirt back he rules, but if he gets nothing, which is a lot more likely than not, he sucks?" I ask, loving the idea a little bit too much. Robin smiles at me and nods her head. "Yes!" She exclaims, jumping over to the two of us.

"I hate it here," Steve grumbles, turning around to find people looking at the ice cream. I watch him as he says the stupid catchphrase we have to say when customers come in. I smile at him as he smiles and talks with the kids in front of him. I really miss Dustin being around. Steve was really good with him. "If you were a cartoon right now, your eyes would be heart shapes," Robin whispers into my ear. I jump back a little bit and look at her confused and slightly shocked. "I have no clue what the hell you're talking about," I say, looking back to Steve and the kids. "Yeah sure. You know I dated you for a year or so right? I know your, 'I love you' look." She whispers to me. I laugh and push her shoulder a little bit. "Ok, ok, you're right. But he's still hurting from Nancy. I don't wanna get myself hurt because I'm a rebound. Plus he only likes me as a friend, not a lover." I whisper to her, feeling sad a little just thinking about it. "Yeah sure he does," Robin says sarcastically as she walks further into the back room, probably grabbing napkins or ice cream for the front.

Records Store in Starcourt Mall

Eddie's pov

"OMG Eddie, I have something to tell you!" Jessy yells as she walks into work. I look up from the records I was putting away and ask, "What is it? You look like a kid on Halloween." She laughs and hold up the ice cream cup that's in her hand. I freeze a little, noticing the logo on the cup but turn but to the records in hope she doesn't notice. "I went into the Scoop Ahoy place, the one you were talking about the other day, and saw the cutes girl working. She was absolutely gorgeous!" She exclaims, leaning against the counter next to me. I smile at her and say, "Oh yeah? What she look like?" I start to feel a little paniced because if it's Y/n I know she probably doesn't have a chance because she's straight, at least she was when we were friends. "She had short brown hair with the most beautiful eye's in the world. I think I saw and R at the start of her name tag but she was in the back room so I'm not too sure." I nod along to her explanation and let out a breath, very glad it isn't Y/n. "Oh yeah? Did you get the chance to talk to her at all?" I ask her. She looks down sadly and shakes her head. "Sadly not. She was laughing at the Steve though because he was flirtly with me and I was giving him nothing. Her laugh was heavenly," She dreamly exclaims, taking a bit of her ice cream while she thinks about what she just went through.

I laugh at the thought of Harrington trying to flirt with Jessy and say, "Yeah, sounds like Harrington. He has lots of charm with most of the ladies. Obiosouly doesn;t work with you because you only like females. Who are pretty great," I tell her, whispering the last part to myself. Even though we'd only been working together since the start of the summer break, Jessy and I have gotten really close. She wasn't going to tell me about her liking girls but she'd accidently court me kissing another guy and in my haste to try to convince her it wasn't what it looked like she told me her secret as well. We've been best friends since then. Stadly, that also meant that she thought I only liked guys because I never corrected her and said I was Bisexual. "Wait, you know him?" She questions, moving so she's closer to me. I sigh and nod my head. "Yeah, we went to the same high school together. He was known as 'King Steve'" I says, not telling her about the friends part because it's too painful right now. She nods and looks over to the door. "God that sounds horrible. Well, I'm gonna see the girl again at some point. Maybe you will come with me?" Jessy asks, giving me her best puppy dog eyes. I laugh and rool my eyes at her, moving around her to go into the back to get more stuff. "I'm not going in there!" I yell at her before I close the door and look through the piles of stuff we need to put out before the end of the say.

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