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greenglowinspooks · 4 months

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Gävle Goat v.s. two drunk half-ghosts (DCxDP)

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Tw: alcohol consumption (no way), one(1) mention of sex

Summary: Jason and Danny accidentally burn down the Gävle goat. You all voted for this, and I delivered. Merry crisis, tis the season and all that.

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Jason wove through the ever-shifting crowd, an irritated scowl on his face.

Kori and Roy had dragged him here to celebrate a successful mission together, but the two had wandered off together not thirty minutes after they arrived, effectively stranding him in an unfamiliar club in Europe.

Now, his only two options seemed to be stealing someone’s car and getting back to their temporary safehouse himself, or waiting for the two to come back for him.

Still, considering the lecture he’d get from Dick if he hotwired a random guy’s car just because he didn’t want to wait for his friends, option one wasn’t much of an option at all.

It was humiliating. He was a crime lord, not a little kid who’d lost their mom in the store.

Jason sighed, slumping against the wall as he watched the drunken crowd swirl together.

He had never really felt at home in places like this, especially not since his resurrection. It always felt like people were staring at him, like they just intrinsically knew that he was other.

Jason startled when he felt someone tap on his shoulder.

“Sorry!” The stranger said, “I just, um, are you okay?”

Jason blinked. The person talking to him was clearly somewhat tipsy, wearing a blush on his face and a slightly loopy smile. How had he possibly snuck up on him? Was he really that deep in thought?

“My asshole friends ditched me, and now I’m stuck here,” Jason blurted out without thinking. The stranger barked out a laugh, clearly surprised.

“That sucks,” he said, leaning on the wall next to Jason. He hummed in response.

The stranger looked back at the open bar, where quite a few people were frantically miming to him. He motioned back to them, clearly hoping for them to stop, before just flipping them off. Jason chuckled at that.

“Those your friends?”

The stranger blushed brighter, the tips of his ears going red.

“Uh, yeah. We’re here to celebrate some legal stuff that I finally got done with, but, uh, they wanted me to go talk to you.”

Jason hummed again, giving the stranger a quick once-over. He was actually pretty cute; he had messy black hair, icy eyes, and an outfit that screamed “I’ve never been in a club before but my friends dragged me here anyways”.

If he was gonna be waiting for Kori and Roy anyways, why not have some fun?

“Well, I am technically here alone, now that my friends wandered off,” he said, looking at the stranger meaningfully.

The stranger grinned brightly, holding a hand out to him.

“Then, d’you wanna hang out with my friends and I? I promise we’re lot of fun! I’m Danny, by the way.”

Jason took his hand, the beginnings of a smile on his face.

“Call me Jason,” he said, following along as the (surprisingly strong) man dragged him over to his friends.

Danny was having the time of his life.

The restraining order on Vlad had finally been granted. The abolition of the Infinite Realms’ monarchy had gone through. And, on top of all that, he was on the most incredible club-hopping adventure of his un-life.

And sure, it might not have been the best idea to give ghost alcohol to Jason, the mortal his group had picked up in Germany, but he was taking it like a champ!

He hadn’t thrown up yet, in any case, so clearly it wasn’t that much of an issue.

Danny giggled, leaning up against Jason as they walked along the street, his ghostly friends filling the street.

As the night went along and they all got more and more tipsy, they’d mostly let go of their mortal forms. Despite being surrounded by a bunch of ghosts with death-blows clearly exposed and mythological creatures, Jason didn’t seem to be too bothered. He had an arm wrapped around Danny’s shoulders and was singing along with some of the ghosts in Arabic(?), his lovely baritone voice echoing out amongst the dead and unborn.

Danny just snuggled further into his side, enjoying the novel feeling of human warmth. He’d have to get Jason’s number after this, Danny sluggishly thinks. If he wasn’t freaked out by Danny being dead once he was sober, at least. He found that most people weren’t quite so open to cuddling up to a corpse. Even if that corpse could talk and walk around.

The streetlights around them began to spin as they once again walked into a rip in the veil. Everyone cheered as the lights warped and distorted, the sky becoming neon green and foggy.

Danny stumbled forward on unsteady legs, dragging Jason along with him. He wanted to get to the front of the group, to see where they were going before everyone else!

Jason tripped as Danny continued to drag him along, stumbling off the path and straight off the Realms island they were currently on. Danny, still clinging to him like a lifeline, fell alongside him.

A cheer from the spirits rang out above them, unaware of their mistake, fading as they fell. Before Danny had a chance to call out, though, they fell through another rip in the veil.

Jason sat up. He’d fallen face-first into a snowbank, and judging by the pair of legs sticking out of the snow, Danny had a similar fate. He dragged Danny out of the snow by the feet, tumbling over nothing and falling over in a heap.

Danny rolled over, laying down in the snow next to him with both arms around his waist.

Jason just looked up at the sky in awe.

It was most certainly the alcohol, or maybe the lack of pollution, but the sky looked so much more beautiful than usual.

There were so many stars in his blurry vision, and each one twinkled and shone and spun like they were dancing.

With a tremendous amount of effort, he got to his feet, dragging Danny up with him.

He twirled the man in his arms, his legs unsteady as he tried to waltz. Danny giggled, trying to match his uneven steps.

The arctic wind blew over them, carrying with it the snow and ice of the ages. The wind curled around them, spinning in circles around the pair as they danced. Sprites of fire glimmered in the corners of Jason’s vision, glimmering cheerfully. It seemed that something had caught alight, but nothing was going to distract him from the man in front of him, grinning widely with a blush that covered his entire face.

Jason fell over again, collapsing in the snow, and Danny fell over on top of him.

Light shimmered down from the snow-covered trees, falling onto Danny’s face. He scrunched his eyes closed, groaning in agony.

He was so, so hungover.

Served him right for agreeing to go out partying with Johnny of all people.

Danny’s head pounded to the beat of his heart, his core humming in rhythm. He buried his face into the fabric beneath him, trying desperately to block out the light from reaching his sensitive eyes.

Where was he, anyways?

The area around him was definitely snowy; even arctic, maybe, judging by how strongly his core was thrumming. Still, he was perfectly warm, laying on top of…

…a person?

Fuck, he was never partying with Johnny again.

Through great willpower, Danny squirmed off of the stranger and sat up, scrunching up his face as he turned away from the sun. It didn’t make his headache any better, though; the snow reflected the light almost as bright as the sun itself.

Fresh snow can have an albedo of 0.9, Danny remembered, a college lecture popping into his head. It had the highest level of albedo of anything on earth. That’s why it was bouncing the light of the sun directly into his poor sensitive eyes.

Of course Danny would wake up next to a strange man and the first thing that he thought of was science facts.

The man next to him groaned, immediately bringing his arm up to block the sun.

“What the fuck did I do last night?”

“I know, right?”

The man went abruptly still. It took all of Danny’s willpower not to laugh.

“…Do I still have my kidneys at least?”

Now Danny did burst out laughing, bright and cheery. And then he groaned and clutched his head.

“Oh gods my head hurts,” Danny hissed, “does this happen every time you drink?”

“Not unless you hate your liver.”

Danny laughed, and they both fell into silence for a few moments. It wasn’t comfortable silence by any means, though; it was unbearably tense and uncomfortable. Danny almost wished he could die on command, if only to get out of this.

“…Wanna go get breakfast?”

“Fuck yes,” Danny said, getting to his feet before helping the other man up. “Your treat?”

The other man laughed loudly.

“We’ve known each other properly for a total of five minutes, and you’re already bleeding me dry?”

“Come on, I’m a college student, it’s basically my job to ask for free food.”

The two of them sat in utter silence as they ate, watching the TV in the corner of the diner with a fascinating flavor of giddy horror.

Someone had burnt down the Gävle goat, and from the footage, it was very clearly them.

It wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else, luckily; the video had gone so staticky that it was very nearly unwatchable. But when combining the scene on the shitty box TV to Danny’s (very limited) memories of the night before, it was clear that they had done it.

“…Knew I forgot something that happened last night.”

Danny barked out a laugh at Jason’s comment, which earned him a sly grin in return.

“Better or worse than getting laid?”

“Eh,” Jason shrugged. “With most people? Better. With you? Worse.”

Danny laughed harder, wrapping a leg around Jason’s and waggling his eyebrows.

“Hey, arson isn’t the worst end to a first night out.”

Jason snorted.

“By the way, are you a meta? I just assumed, with the fire and all…”

Danny looked at him in surprise.

“Oh, I thought that was you.”

“What?”

Danny summoned a small burst of wind, twirling it around in his hands, creating tiny snowflakes.

“I can do that,” he said, gesturing to the snow, “but, like, fire? Nope.”

To Danny’s utter shock, a core in front of him pulsed in confusion, his own mirroring it.

Jason’s core. Jason was dead.

Jason looked at him, his face pale.

“Did you feel that too, or am I having a heart attack?”

Danny laughed nervously.

“As long as we don’t get arrested, I promise I’ll explain everything on the way back to Germany.”

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Notes:

If Jason really was alive, he wouldn’t be for long after drinking ghost alcohol.

I brought up albedo because I learned something new in science class. Godbles

The wisps were Jason’s core forming and activating for the first time. That’s also what got the goat

#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #dead on main #dead on main pairing #merry crisis 😐👍 merry chrysler #it’s extra funny that I’m doing this because I don’t even like christmas

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roanniom · 1 year

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okay, but I literally saw that Eddie hot-wiring gif and was like.....play with my pussy like that, please!!!!! i also don't know what that means

But like honestly though. I don't even know but just...?

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

The first time Eddie hotwires a car in front of you, you are overwhelmingly disturbed by how hot you find it. He's only doing it to his own van. He lost his fucking keys again and you're late for work already so he does what any other boyfriend with a shady past would do and rips open the compartment beneath the steering wheel. Getting to work, tongue pressed firmly between his lips, Eddie's nimble fingers pluck at different wires. Ripping and pulling and twiddling and pressing.

You have no idea what any of it is, but watch his hand move deftly across the hardware has you thinking of how he plays with his rings. How he plays his guitar.

How he plays with you.

You're practically panting by the time he turns to you with a smug look on his face.

"Told ya I could do it," he brags, though his brow knits together when he takes in your parted lips and dazed expression. "...what?"

You don't make it to work on time after all. In fact, you don't make it to work at all that day. Instead, you make him turn off the van he'd just put in all that effort to hotwire and you drag him back into the trailer, practically shoving him onto the bed.

You don't explain a thing. You just crawl on top of him and kiss him like your life depended on it, yanking his hand down and past the waistband of your skirt. He moans into your mouth and tries to ask what's gotten into you. What's brought this on. But his cluelessness is cute and you don't want to do anything with your mouth other than open it up to his or press against his skin, so you don't explain yourself.

To Eddie's credit, bewildered by your sudden amorous assault or not, he does immediately get those beautiful fingers right back to work.

Turning you on in record time, even faster than his van.

~*~

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson thots #eddie munson discourse

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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safe place - leon kennedy

leon kennedy x reader

can be read on its own but intended as a part two to personal space

warnings: reader has a nightmare, mentions of death and violence, mentions of blood, slight nsfw near the end

after successfully completing your mission, you and leon were waiting for the chopper to pick you up, when you overheard him receive a message over his comms.

“the weather is stopping us from getting to you, can you two hole up somewhere for the night?”

leon confirmed that you could, not having much choice. you looked outside at the storm that had been raging for hours now, rain pouring down and cracks of lightening illuminating the otherwise pitch black sky.

“let’s go, i saw a car out front i can probably hotwire, and there was a hotel not far from here,” leon said, and started walking, seemingly unfazed by the rain as it instantly drenched his hair and clothes.

you followed after him, indeed soon finding a car. as you stepped closer to the vehicle, you heard a metallic sound under leon’s boot.

“was that the keys? i guess it’s our lucky day,” you laughed dryly, starting to get a chill from the weather. leon bent down and picked up the keys and held them up in the dim light; they were covered in blood.

“guess it wasn’t this guys.”

•••

you had arrived and checked into the hotel, deciding to share a room to watch each others backs; you had camped out together on more than one occasion so it wasn’t a big deal. except you couldn’t help but stare as leon pulled his soaking wet t-shirt over his head, declaring that he was gonna go shower.

“unless you wanted to go first?” he stopped, but you shook your head; whatever it took for his half naked self to get out of the room so you could stop the butterflies in your stomach. you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose, but ever since the mission ended, it was like leon had figured out your secret crush on him, and was trying to make things difficult for you. he seemed to stare at you as you sat in the passenger seat on the drive to the hotel, his hand lingered on your back in the lobby as you checked in, and now this? you weren’t sure how much more of this you could take, just hoping to make it through this one night and go back to your apartment.

you were sat on the bed furthest from the door (leon always insisted he sleep by the door in case someone or … something broke in), when he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel hung loosely on his hips. thankfully, leon didn’t seem to notice the blush rise to your cheeks, and you tried desperately to look anywhere but at his still damp torso or the way the water droplets dripped from his blond hair.

“shower’s all yours,” he said, and you mumbled a ‘thanks’ before walking past him into the still steamy bathroom. you removed your clothes that were caked with dirt and blood and stepped under the hot water, letting it wash away all the stress of the mission.

•••

when you exited the bathroom, leon was thankfully now fully dressed, wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt and some sweatpants. he was laying on his back on the bed near the door, staring up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. you smiled, happy to see him relaxing for once. you flopped onto the other bed.

“tired?” leon asked, and you turned to look at him to find him already looking your way.

“yeah,” you mumbled, finding it hard to keep your eyes open ever since your head hit the pillow. “get some sleep, it’s been a long day.”

you didn’t even have time to reply before you had fallen asleep, and leon smiled at you, before switching off the light and soon falling asleep himself.

you woke up in a cold sweat a few hours later, a scream erupting from your throat and leon by your side in 2 seconds, a gun in his hand ready to protect you against whatever it was that had frightened you.

“are you okay? what is it?” leon asked, breathing heavily.

“i’m.. i’m okay. just a nightmare,” you tried to catch your breath, shaking the haunting images from your mind. “i’m okay,” you whispered, as if trying to convince yourself. you felt leon’s hand on your shoulder, and you instinctively leaned into him, and his arms wrapped around you, tossing the gun back onto his bed now that he knew it wasn’t needed. leon pulled you close to him, and in any other circumstance you would’ve been a blushing mess from being this close to him, his arms so tight around you. but all you felt in this moment was … safe.

you realized part of you attraction to your partner was how protected you felt when you were with him, no matter how dangerous the circumstances. you snuggled you head into the crook of leon’s neck, and he pulled you into his lap. he hoped that you couldn’t feel how fast his heart was racing from having you so close to him; it would be so easy for him to keep you in his arms forever - to never let go.

“you died,” you mumbled, so softly he could barely hear it even with you so close to his ear.

“huh?” he asked, not sure what you meant.

“in my dream,” you clarified. “i couldn’t save you this time.”

leon tensed underneath you. that’s what scared you so badly? the thought of him dying?

“i’m here. you don’t have to save me, it’s my job to protect you, not the other way around.”

“says who?” you pulled your head back to look at him, and his eyes met yours.

“i do. it’s my job to look out for you.”

“what do you think my job is?” you asked. did he not understand that you wanted to protect him as much as he wanted to protect you?

“looking good while beating up the bad guys?” he teased, and you smiled. leon was good at making you laugh, and you were thankful for it in that moment.

“hmmm, i think you’re better at that than i am,” you countered, testing the water by flirting back. it surprised you how natural it felt for the two of you to be like this; the blond agent still holding you close in his lap while you teased eachother.

“really? you think i’m good looking?” he laughed, but there was a tight feeling in his chest, even as he playfully shook his messy hair.

“this is not where i thought this conversation was going,” you deflected.

“got your mind of things though, hey?” he offered, and you smiled at him; he was right, all of the fear and adrenaline from the nightmare had left your body. the only thing making your heart race now was the fact that you and leon were only inches apart; it would be so easy to lean forward and kiss him.

before you could decide whether or not to take that leap, leon spoke again.

“seriously though. you okay?” he asked, his hand gently rubbing your arm just above your elbow comfortingly. you nodded, looking down.

“yeah- thank you.” you said softly. “i know i’m safe when i’m with you,” you admitted, and leon swore he never felt so proud in his life; that is all he ever wanted.

“you are, i promise,” he assured you. this time when you looked up, you couldn’t help yourself and leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips that was so soft, you almost didn’t feel it. leon inhaled sharply in surprise, his hands moving to hold your waist gently. you looked at him as you pulled back, hoping you hadn’t screwed everything up. thankfully, leon’s hands pulled you back towards him to meet his lips again, his fingertips digging into your sides as he held you tighter.

the way your lips moved together it was like you had done this a thousand times before.your hands slid up leon’s chest and up the sides of his neck before tangling in his hair. he groaned slightly as you moved your hips against his lap, and he muttered a hushed “fuck” under his breath as you began to suck and bite at the skin on the underside of his jaw. he reluctantly pushed you away, and you were worried you had done something wrong.

“as much as i’m enjoying this, which believe me- i am. i don’t wanna explain to our boss why i have a hickey,” he laughed, and you breathed a sigh of relief. leon was right; your boss probably wouldn’t be too pleased if he saw a hickey on leon’s neck. he leaned up to capture your lips again, kissing you deeply as if to assure you that he meant it when he said he was enjoying it.

“we should probably get some sleep,” you suggested, and he agreed, but didn’t let go of you. “will you stay with me?” you asked.

“of course i will.” he replied, and kissed your forehead gently before letting go of you so you could lay down. he laid down next you and allowed you to curl into his side, your head on his chest as his arm wrapped around your waist. the feeling of his fingers tracing little shapes on your hip quickly lulled you to sleep, feeling the happiest you had felt in a long time.

#leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy #re4 leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fic #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfiction #resident evil #re4

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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PROMPTS FOR ACTION, CHAOS, AND DRAMA * a collection of lines for the more dramatic adventures

put the gun down. now.

nobody leaves unless i say so.

quick! hide!

everyone's out to get you.

can you still walk?

how much money did you lose?

looks like we're stuck in here for a while.

someone has to stay behind.

get down!

i think i'm gonna be sick.

you have my word.

it's too dark in here. i can't see anything.

we're gonna have company!

did you kill them?

shut your eyes. don't look.

is there a problem here?

drop your weapons.

we'll never make it in time.

i think he's one of them.

we can figure this out! stay with me!

hold your breath!

let me make you an offer.

wait, do you hear that? something's wrong.

when i say go, go!

can you think of a better plan?

i'm taking you to the hospital.

i'll get the money, i swear.

someone started all this, and i'm going to find them.

i'll get you out of here. i promise.

we're running out of road!

if you kill me, there'll be nowhere else to hide.

i'll tell you how this is gonna go.

brace yourself!

give me your gun.

where the hell do you think you're going?

i don't know! i'm all turned around. i can't remember where we came from.

give me the password.

i never should have come here. this was a mistake.

do you even know why you're supposed to kill me?

don't give up. please don't give up.

this is going to get nasty.

you should sit down.

i'll cover you.

what's the combination?

shit! the door's jammed!

think i broke something.

this is a terrible disguise. i'm going to get caught.

we need to find something to stick under it to keep it open!

we both know what has to happen here.

i'm staying! i'm right here! i'm staying!

nobody has to get hurt.

we can't let them win.

someone's been here.

this was your idea!

you take the left, i'll take the right.

is that the best you can do?

please just let me live.

hold on! there's more of them!

i'm ready whenever you are.

they're dead, and it's all my fault.

i can't walk. can you carry me?

it's time to end this.

quick, through that door. i hear someone coming.

you just blew our cover!

i'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that.

can you hotwire a car?

is the wall moving, or is that just me?

no! i'm not leaving without you!

i'm not against you, if that's what you're asking.

the current's too strong!

i think that's blood.

shit, it's a dead end! we're trapped!

hold my hand. we can make the jump together.

oh my god. he's reaching for something.

why didn't you take the shot?

we should get moving before they come back.

this isn't what i signed up for.

do you smell that? what is that?

are you with me?

let's go over the plan one more time.

we've got a serious problem here.

these people will kill you if they have to.

the door's locked. it needs a six digit code.

i think we lost them.

we might be stuck.

which way did they go?

i can't wait to get you back to the room.

let me drive this thing.

there's not enough room for both of us.

it wasn't supposed to happen like this.

you're bleeding.

i'm not sticking around to see what happens.

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scurvgirl · 7 months

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The Milkovich house is a disaster. Actually, disaster is an understatement. Ian always knew how the Milkoviches lived, shit he'd lived that that too for a bit. But it hits different when you're one of two people now tasked with sorting through everything.

Most of it is trash. Some of it, though, is meaningful. An even smaller portion of it is pure treasure.

Ian pulls out a picture, clearly taken years and years ago. It shows two young children, more like toddlers really, dressed up in matching costumes. A Mickey and Minnie Mouse.

"Holy shit," Ian breathes as he stares at the picture. He knows it's his husband but he has to be sure. He flips the picture over and in neat, blue ink reads "Mickey and Mandy, Halloween 1997". He can barely process it. Little Mickey. Little Mickey dressed as Mickey Mouse. He flips the picture over again to stare at how adorable his best friend and husband were when they were little. Mickey is smiling in the photo, a big open mouthed smile, maybe even mid laugh. Adorable. Precious.

"Hey, whatcha got there?" Mickey's voice cuts through Ian's thoughts. Oh no, Mickey shouldn't see this. But also....

"Just a picture of you and Mandy." He tries to deflect, but Mickey's quick. He darts to Ian's side and snags a peak of the picture before Ian can hide it.

He expects curses, eye rolls, maybe a hand to snatch it from Ian. What he did not expect is how Mickey goes still then looks away.

"Throw it away."

"Mick-

"Throw it away! My...my mom took that. Before she...look, just throw that shit away." Mickey picks up a beyond-repair shirt and stuffs it into a 'throw away' trash bag. He stomps off into the house, leaving Ian alone with the picture.

He looks down at little smiling Mickey and Mandy. He can't throw this away, he can't just toss whatever evidence that some parts of Mickey's childhood weren't all bad. He tucks the picture into his coat and continues to sort through the mess.

Much, much later, they're home. They shower together for quickness and it really is quick (okay, there is some groping) before falling into bed together. Fuck clothes, they're married and at this point, everyone in the house has seen them.

Ian turns to Mickey and tentatively places his hand over his husband's. Mickey accepts it, a finger worries at Ian's wedding band.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Shit, Ian, when do I ever want to talk about it?"

There's a long pause before Mickey presses his free hand to his eyes. "I dunno, man, it's just...I'm a fucking orphan. Terry was fucked up and terrible and I wanted to kill him, should have killed him, but he was...fuck. I dunno. I dunno all this feeling shit is just fucked."

Ian doesn't respond verbally right away, instead he scoots over and gently coaxes Mickey into his arms. Mickey allows it, his head coming to rest on Ian's pec while Ian holds his hand.

"I fucking hate him. He taught me how to shoot, how to hotwire a car. I hate him and he's gone. He...he hurt you."

"This isn't about me," Ian whispers, giving Mickey a squeeze.

"It is cuz I'd be...I'd be in jail right now because I'd have killed that stupid fucking nun by now if it wasn't because of your stupid ginger ass."

Ian pauses, listens to Mickey's breath hitch, feels wetness not from their shower on his chest.

"Do you want to kill her?" Ian asks softly after a while.

"No."

Oh so gently, Ian cups Mickey's jaw and tilts his reddened, tear streaked face up.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, baby, and I am not sorry he's gone. He hurt you and he can't do that anymore." Ian presses a kiss to Mickey's forehead.

Mickey doesn't say much more, either from exhaustion or not wanting to talk about it anymore. Either way, Ian holds him and he doesn't pull away.

"That picture you found was the best day of my life before you. Mom dressed Mandy and I up, we went trick'or'treating, ate so much fucking candy. Then she had to fucking die." Mickey sniffles and Ian holds him closer.

"So stupid, dressed up as that damn mouse."

"You were cute," Ian cuts in because he can't help himself, "you're still cute."

"Sap." Mickey pushes Ian without any real force, making them both smile.

"Yeah, I...have a confession, Mick."

"Fuck, what?"

"I didn't throw the pic away."

Mickey doesn't respond right away, just runs a finger along Ian's chest, fidgeting with some of his chest hair.

"Good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They're back at the house the next day. More trash. More hateful messages and books and shit that Ian would like to forget.

In the end, it's Mickey who finds it. He walks out of one of the smaller bedrooms holding a short, black book. He's staring at it like it's some foreign object or a bomb about to go off. Ian is by his side in a moment.

The book's label is written in that same neat script as the picture - "Mickey and Mandy Growing Up".

"It's a photo album," Ian whispers.

"Yep." Mickey's eyes don't move away from it. His body is still.

Ian places a hand on Mickey's shoulder, "You don't have to open it here, or even today or tomorrow. Let's pack it and when you're ready, we can look at it. Together." Finally Mickey moves. He nods his head and gives the album to Ian.

"Keep it with the picture."

Ian takes the album then leans forward to press a kiss to his brave, emotional, incredible husband. His husband who has the chance to be as happy as the little boy in the picture.

#gallavich #gallavich fic #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #scurv writes #this was supposed to be fluffy and then OOPS #feelings happened #i just thought about baby mickey and mandy dressed up as mickey and minnie

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rottenpumpkin13 · 2 months

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No but imagine in Nibelheim, Sephiroth being "She needs me. I must go." And he's actually talking about going back to find his cat.

Continued from this post

*Sephiroth is walking out of the Shinra Mansion*

Jenova: Yes, yes, come hither. Let me embrace you, my son. Burn this village to the ground. Together we can—

Jenova:

Jenova: He's stopping by the local pet store.

Jenova: .....and picking up cat supplies.

Jenova: And now he's....hotwiring a car.

Jenova: And driving away.

Jenova: *sigh*

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy vii #ff7 crisis core

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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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141 reacting to their s/o getting out of danger like Jack Sparrow. All flailing arms and convoluted escape plans that just seem to work. I watched Pirates recently and I thought it'd be funny.

task force 141 + jack sparrow!reader

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: i realize now that we have completely given up on the holiday theme but oh well christmas passed anyways

simon "ghost" riley:

alright so the first time ghost was assigned to work with you he wasn't really sure what to expect

of course he had heard whispers around base about you're um.. out of the box approach to escapes and he wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it

part of him was assuming (and low-key praying) that they were nothing more than rumors that way he wouldn't have an extra thing to worry about and part of him kind of wanted it to be true because he was curious about how it would play out

that being said he's honestly just hoping you don't get into a situation where you have to pull out one of your infamous jack sparrow-esque plans

because of course that would mean that something has gone horribly wrong

that being said it is the military and so of course something goes terribly wrong

somehow you manage to get separated from the group and taken by enemy forces

which means that now ghost has to go rescue you

however you can imagine his surprise when he's on the way to sneak into the base and hears what can only be described as pure chaos going on

there's like twenty different fires going on and a lot of gunfire in what should have been a peaceful base

and in the midst of it all is you sprinting towards him, an insane but also vaguely panicked grin on your face as you flail your arms at him in an attempt to signal for him to run the other way

you manage to hotwire a car and drive out of there and meanwhile ghost is sitting in the passenger side super confused about what happened

once you're safe you explain to him what happened

along with your escape plan which you think is twenty layers of genius and he thinks is way too complicated and easily could have been cut down to like three steps

that being said it obviously worked and after that point ghost wasn't too worried about your little self-contained movie escape plans

he trusts that you'll figure out a way to escape safely and as long as the mission isn't affected he's fine

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so i can see soap as being a big fan of pirates of the caribbean so obviously he's gonna be a big fan of your whacky plans

it doesn't take him long to figure out the connection and when he does he definitely uses it to give you a new nickname

like sparrow or smthing like that (idk man i haven't watched the films)

that being said he's only ever heard about your methods through stories

either from you or from others

which is why when the two of you are stuck in an enemy base together he can't help but be more excited than scared

i wouldn't be surprised if he already has a plan of his own ready to fall back on in an emergency

but he definitely wouldn't say anything so he can be a part of your misadventures

and he's absolutely shaking with excitement as you explain it to him

obviously when it gets down to it not much goes to plan and it ends up being mostly panicked improv

but that's honestly fine with him and he thinks it's more fun that way anyways

afterwards he won't stop raving about it and how fun it was too

even if he sustained more than a few injuries because of it

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so honestly kyle doesn't know how to feel about your escape plan antics

on one hand the military side of him is saying "no do things as simple as possible" but also he loves hearing the sound of your voice, especially when it's filled with so much passion and excitement like it is when you tell him your escape stories

the thing is your escapes usually end up with you in the infirmary for quite a while when you return and he's not so much of a fan of that

but he is a fan of spending the day talking and laughing with you as you wait to be released

so yeah it's a pretty mixed bag of emotions

ig in the end he's happy that your plans make you happy, but he wouldn't ever partake in one

and it's no offense to you or anything but he just doesn't want to take the unnecessary risk

that being said he admires the way you manage to get yourself out of even the stickiest of scenarios through your little schemes

and one of the things he loves about you is your smarts

even if you utilize them in questionable ways

john price:

alright so im sorry but price definitely despises your little escapades

i mean mans is old he has had enough of this in his younger years

also he's a military captain so his job is to take care of his soldiers

so seeing you pull out your little plans with all their extra side quests and questionable steps makes his poor old man heart beat a little too fast for his liking

i mean honestly his top priority is your safety

and so he isn't necessarily the biggest fan of you taking unnecessary risks

also everytime you do it you pretty much give him a mini heart attack

he'll always try and get you to reconsider a simpler plan even though he knows you'll most likely stick with your original one

but what can i say he needs to do his due diligence

he's always praying that you make it out safe though

also if you're ever in a situation where you're stuck with him and need to escape just know that he absolutely will not allow you to pull up with some crazy convoluted plan

alejandro vargas:

alright so alejandro is sorta a mix of ghost and price

like on one hand he is a leader and he needs to reduce risk which isn't usually the same goal as your plans

but on the other hand he's been working with you long enough to know that you can usually handle yourself

usually he'll try and advise you to go with the simplest route possible

but he also won't go out of his way to convince you to do things his way either

he knows what you're capable of and as long as you walk him through your plan whenever possible he trusts that you can pull it off

he's usually there to make sure nothing goes to awry though

and if things do start to get hairy he's quick to intervene and make sure you're safe and sound

because like price safety is the biggest thing that he worries about with your plans

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so honestly rudy loves your plans

like he treats you like you're some legend and he'll have you tell him all about the adventures you've gone on while trying to escape

and he's also your biggest supporter because he'll go around telling your stories to everyone else

remember those whispers ghost heard about you?

yeah those came from rudy

(also ignore the logistics of that obviously it would be weird bc you'd be with rudy and ghost but maybe it's not weird for you idk man)

all that matters is that rudy is there for you and he will sing your praises

that being said if he's watching you enact a plan in real time he can get sorta stressed

it's sorta like watching a car crash but not in a horrific sorta way

it's like watching you and not doing anything is stressing him out big time but also he's so curious to see how it plays out he won't move unless you're like about to die

okay maybe the car crash metaphor doesn't make sense idk

but basically you're sorta like a legend to rudy

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Could u do a Curtis!reader x dally where there relationship is a secret but they end up getting caught🙏

(A/N: BETTT also I’m making it Fem!reader cause ya didn’t specify the gender<3)

“Uh-Oh!” Curtis!Fem!reader X Dallas Winston.

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You and Dallas have been dating for a month or so ever since he kissed you during one of y’all’s adventure. You knew your brothers would flip out if they found out you, their sweet baby sister, were dating someone, they would flip out even worse if they found out it was Dallas.

So, you’ve decided to keep quiet about your relationship. Nobody knew. Not even your friends.

You and Dallas would go to areas together at night and makeout, just chill or he would hold you in his arms for as long as he could before you had to go home due to your curfew.

One night, while you were reading since you couldn’t sleep, Dallas came inside, into your room by opening the window and climbing in. Well, more like stumbling in.

You giggled as you watched him get in but stumble after. “Hey doll face,” Dallas grinned, which you replied with a kiss to his cheek. You sat back on your bed and he sat next you, wrapping his arm around ya.

“So, where are we going tonight Dally?” You asked him, holding his hand. “Nowhere, just for a drive.” He said. “But you don’t have a car- Dallas. Did you steal and Hotwire a fucking car?” You said, a bit shocked. “Just for you. It’s even your favorite color Sweets!” Dallas smiled proudly for memorizing his girlfriend’s favorite color.

You thought it was kind of cute. “Alright Dally. Cmon, let’s go through the front, nobody’s up anyway.” You smiled. You got up, put your sneakers on and left your room, walking to the front door with Dallas following behind. You kept shushing him and laughing as quietly as the both of you could. But what you didn’t know, was that you had woken somebody up.

Ponyboy couldn’t stand the laughing of you, he thought it was too late for you to be up until he heard another laugh. A male laugh.

Ponyboy quietly took Soda off of him and got up from his bed. He crept the door open and saw both you and Dallas, shoving and pushing eachother while laughing.

He thought it was a both weird that he was here.

That was, until, he saw you give Dallas a kiss on the lips. And he saw Dallas kiss you back.

Pony put two and two together to figure out that you and Dallas must’ve be dating. So Pony crept back into silently.

He was going to confront you tomorrow night.

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As you came back in through the front door at the time of your curfew the next night with Dallas, you were surprised to see all your brothers in the living room.

“What’s going on?” You asked curiously. Dallas seemed confused as well. “More like what’s going on between you and Dallas.” Darry spoke up, looking up from his newspaper. “What’re you talking about?” You said. “I saw the both of ya kissin’ last night. Y’all were really loud (N/N).” Pony spoke and you seemed surprised.

You didn’t hear him wake up or hear him open his door at all. “How long have you both been seein’ eachother, huh?” Darry asked, seemingly calm, which was a surprise.

“A month or so.” Dally smiled but it went away when he saw Darry close his newspaper and look at him.

“Uh-oh..” You muttered. You knew this was going to be a looong night.

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Thank you for requesting this Anon🙏🏽 This made me happy to write lmao.

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders x yn #the outsiders #dallas winston x reader #x reader #curtis!reader #dallaswinston #ponyboycurtis #request #anon request #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #robbinkeene

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Deep In Those Woods.

Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

AO3

You find a strange man in the woods, no doubt running from the federation. He seems, well, in simple terms beat to shit. May your act of kindness not go unpunished.

...

Alr guys, I've tried my hand at writing x reader but it goes so much goddamn faster writing for vague characters versus 'yourself'. BUT IMA TRY IT AGAIN BITCH!

It wasn't no man's land, but it had seemed no man dared to step into these treacherous lands.

Of course, until they did.

The thick woods, large mountains, and the pure water of the creeks that ran through the lands were seemingly forgotten.

Of course, it was, all until it wasn't.

It started with limited activity, maybe a helicopter, maybe the sound of a plane buzzing past too high in the sky to really know who or what it exactly was.

That's around the time he went missing, your brother that is.

The presence of Federation soldiers was small but large enough to know that this wasn't a simple injury in the woods- a broken ankle, anything of the sort would've been called through the radio.

You'd trusted him enough, trusted his skills to not fall victim to a bear attack. You'd both been raised out here- knew how it worked. It would take more than the maternal rage of a bear protecting her cubs to take either of you down.

Your father was what you'd consider a prepper. Long paranoid and embodied with the 'True American Passion', which was then instilled into you both from a young age. The property was bought long ago and turned into an off-the-grid homestead far away from the nearest town. When the evacuations had begun the two of you had waited before looting.

It seemed wrong at first.

But it was for the best.

The broken windows of the old shopfronts a days travel one way you'd gazed through as a little girl. Ripping open the doors to cars to pump the diesel from their tanks. The cases of fuel stabilizers were put to good use after managing to hotwire an old truck.

There was resistance, but if your father had taught you anything it was to stay far, far away from organizations like that. The kind that would preach equality, to give to the poor and help the weak but would strip you of your resources if they only knew how well you were stocked.

It wasn't selfish, no.

This was survival.

But that was a long time ago.

Dad died of a heart attack a few years ago. He was buried under that apple tree he'd snap a branch from to beat either of you two if God forbid you stepped out of line.

Seemed like a fitting place.

Better than feeding him to the pigs.

Civilization had started to heal itself, the local farmers proving their worth after the large highway's bridges were blown up. She'd remember vaguely hearing it was the ranchers, banding together to protect their lands.

Either way, whoever had done it had done a good job. The landscape protected those who called it home, those who respected the danger of its beauty.

And the days would blend together- the crippling feeling of loneliness, the suffocating sound of silence filling the cabin. You prayed your brother was alright- you could feel, deep down, that he was, he had to be alright. But you couldn't go look for him-

You weren't naive.

You know what they'd do to you if they captured you.

Your knowledge wasn't useful to them, no something much more horrifying.

Your body.

The soft clucks of chickens could only do so much to fill the void- the carnal need for social interaction. Even the arguments over the smallest things with your brother scratched the necessary itch, but once all of the chores had been done, everything dusted, organized, canned, prepped, dinner made, herbs dried, pillows fluffed, clothes mended.

You'd sit in silence.

Waiting.

...

Keegan was tired.

Exhausted.

Running on the fumes of fumes.

And God, did everything hurt.

He'd been hurt worse before- he thinks. But he knew it was starting to get bad, really, really bad when he could no longer feel the piercing pain in his chest, the throb of his ribs, the searing pain in his thigh.

His attackers hadn't survived- he knew that much. But his radio had fallen victim, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was close to being a casualty as well.

But he was stubborn.

The kind of stubborn bred into his genes.

He kept moving, stumbling through the forest bouncing from one tree to the next, tripping over himself and sending himself tumbling over a ledge and into a creek.

The water was cold-

He could feel the water slowly trickling over his cheek, soaking into his clothes as the soothing song of the water meandered past lulled his sight into darkness.

...

You suppose you could fill part of today's void with laundry, maybe even dipping your feet into the creek would bring some kind of temporary relief. The song of the creek shooing away the silence while you'd crouch in its safety.

Pulling the basket down, making your way out and through the pathways feeling the morning sun kiss the back of your neck as you marched seemingly on autopilot through the trail and onward.

The songbirds in the morning, the light hazy sound that the bugs would make as they hid in their crevices.

The sound of your footsteps soft against the fallen leaves and moss, the occasional squelch of mud.

Making your way to the creek, finding the large rock you'd sit on, and waiting to procrastinate the inevitable chore you'd find yourself mindlessly toiling at until sunset.

But there was a boot.

Why was there a boot in the water?

Your eyes narrowed at it, fell to its side sunken, and caught against stones with its added water weight.

Fear crept up the back of your neck as the implications of another person nearby becoming much, much more material. It wasn't something that could simply drift along the creek-

someone was here.

And there was no way to know if they were friendly- if there even was such a thing as friendly anymore.

Hesitantly, pushing your hands onto the cold stone and stepping into the creek, leaning forward to peer up the stream for your eyes to land on what was seemingly a corpse-

missing a boot.

A rifle strewn to his side, a mask, a helmet- a thick vest with a seemingly endless number of things tacked and strapped onto it.

This was a soldier.

You stepped forward, against better judgment to further investigate, eyes falling on the deathly pale skin. Hand reaching hesitantly up to grip the hem of the mask, some kind of skull-like distortion painted into the worn fabric.

Their black grease paint smeared and mixed with blood, eyes shut-

Which is why you felt like you'd jumped out of your skin when his eyes opened in a flash- the moment you'd tugged the mask upward. A large hand splashing through the shallow water and gripping onto your wrist, grip deathly strong as you shrunk back trying to pull your wrist away.

"Ssm.. Away." He shouted, voice slurred and eyes staring off into nothing as if his cold and tense body was acting on nothing but instinct.

English?

Was he-

He just spoke English.

He was American-

His grip became weak, his hand falling to his side as his head lolled as he lost consciousness again. Your body sparks like a live wire as you lunged forward, hands gripping onto his vest and calling out to him, trying to have him open his eyes again to speak, to clarify a thousand questions racing through your mind at that moment.

Your head lifted, frantically searching your surroundings trying to see if anyone had been with him. Letting out a frustrated puff and standing, trying to grip onto a strap on his vest and dragging the accumulated sopping wet dead weight of the large, unconscious man onto the moist dirt shoreline of the small creek.

Struggling- thoroughly before getting his upper body onto the dirt looking around as if questioning your own sanity.

Was this a good idea?

How could it be a good, idea- this was a red-flag paradise.

But, he was American.

That didn't mean he had good intentions.

But he is a soldier-

You think.

You think he is a soldier.

Why would a soldier be all the way out here?

Mercenary maybe?

A theif?

Your eyes narrowed on the thin line of blood tricking through he exposed flesh of his mask, over his eye.

You exhaled, closing your eyes and bunching your hands at your side while you started running back for home.

Throwing a pot of water onto the wood stove to start boiling, scattering out a bag and gripping the handles of the wheelbarrow full of firewood, dumping its contents out onto the soft earth before yanking it back and charging forward on the path to the creek.

Loading the man's body into the wheelbarrow was easier said than done.

You weren't proud to say it, but you did drop him.

More than once.

A few times, actually. Finally opting to throw his upper body in first, lifting his legs with all the energy you could muster and finally tucking his arms in as if you hadn't just dropped him like a sack of shit seven times prior.

Pushing him towards your home.

Simply pushing the wheelbarrow into the open space of your living room, pushing the couch as far back against the wall, and dumping his body out onto the wooden plank flooring near the stove.

Shucking the vest, the gear, unstrapping the gun, and putting it far, far away. The knives kept coming, tucked into random spots, hidden and clipped and strapped under every layer.

The mask was finally removed from his face.

The pants went too.

You'd forgotten his other boot in the water- you'd have to get it later.

It was like finding a stray dog- a dirty, bloody, unconscious dog.

But it was a large, shirtless, stinky man on the floor of your cabin.

You'd leave those thoughts for later.

You tended to his wounds, cleaning the blood from his skin, disinfecting and pulling the gunk from his cuts, carefully stitching the long gash on his thigh back together.

Setting a pillow under his head as his breathing began to even out, the heat of the fire warming his skin and bringing color back to it.

The many scars that rippled across his flesh.

You sat back, exhausted, staring at the rise and fall of his bruised chest. Listening to the sound of his breathing, albeit faint.

But all you could think about wasn't the fear gripping onto your ankles like a vice.

It wasn't silent anymore.

#Call of Duty #Keegan P Russ x reader #Keegan Russ x Reader #Call of Duty Ghosts

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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In the Midnight Hour Part 2

I had a hard time deciding what to put next, as I’m supposed to be doing this in no particular order and went with this one. I’m actually decently far into this one. But keep forgetting to put more up.

Part 1

“Back again, Munson?” Steve asked, opening up his window again. “Pretty soon it’ll be too hot to leave this closed.”

Eddie grinned. “Leaving the window open for little ole me?”

Steve scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“That’s how you know it’s me!” Eddie said with glee.

Steve rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”

“Well...” Eddie said, sitting on the roof cross-legged. “You see last night made me realize that I don’t know you very well and I’d like to.”

Steve blinked. “Yeah, okay. What do you want to know?”

“I figure twenty questions, ten each, I ask you a question and you can ask me one in return,” Eddie said. “And a veto of three questions you don’t want to answer. Like battle plans or dirty secrets.”

Steve laughed. He crawled out of the window to sit on the roof next to Eddie. “All right, shoot.”

Eddie gulped, he hadn’t thought that Steve would come out and sit with him. He knew he wasn’t going to be invited in, but this was new. As much as he loathed to admit it, Veckie might be right about Steve having a crush on him.

“I’ll start off with a low ball,” Eddie said. “What’s your favorite color?”

Steve blinked at him for a moment. “I don’t really have one.”

“Oh come on,” Eddie teased. “Everyone has a favorite color.”

Steve shrugged. “I look best in blue, but yellow and red make me happy. Can I have more than one?”

Eddie grinned. “Sure. So blue, yellow and red. Got it. And to save you from wasting a question on it, my favorite color is red.”

Steve’s answering smile was open and free. “Not black?”

Eddie laughed. “Black is style choice, baby. Besides red and black are great combo.”

“If you say so, man.” Steve chewed his lip. “How long have you lived in Hawkins?”

“What makes you think I’m not a lifer, sweetheart?” Eddie teased.

Steve shrugged. “Your uncle Wayne’s accent is a tip off, but there are other things like the phrases you use and the way you stand. I know you project this otherness, but I always thought that you just exaggerated the parts of you that people made of to protect yourself.”

Eddie blinked. “Are you sure you’re the stupid one?”

Steve huffed out a laugh, raising a eyebrow. “You’ve met most of the people I hang out with. Geniuses the lot of them.”

“But you see people,” Eddie said with a frown.

“I’ve gotten better about it,” Steve said with a shrug. “But I still make mistakes like I did with you.” He paused for a second. “Are you gonna veto that one?”

Eddie blinked. “Oh! Your question. No. I’ll answer it. Twelve years.”

“Your dad taught an eight year old how to hotwire a car?” Steve asked stunned.

Eddie laughed. “Tsk tsk tsk, Stevie. That’s another question. I get to ask one first.”

Steve’s mouth slammed shut. “Sorry.”

Eddie bumped their shoulders together. “I’ve seen my dad on and off over the last few years. He never stays for long and I’m always glad when he leaves.” He twisted his rings fitfully. “But this means I get to ask two questions!”

Steve scoffed and shook his head. “Sure, shoot.”

“Was all this...” he waved at Hawkins at large, “the reason for your fall from grace at school?”

Steve picked at a loose thread on his sweat pants. “Yeah. It made me see that class politics and school rivalries were just so meaningless. After seeing literal hell, there is nothing they can say or do to me that I haven’t seen worse of.”

“Is Vecna the worse thing you’ve seen?” Eddie asked, not daring to look up.

Steve bumped his shoulder into Eddie’s. “No. And you can tell your boss that to his face for me.”

Eddie looked up in shock. “He’s not the worst?!”

Steve let out a bitter laugh. “I have seen far worse things than him, let me tell you. And most of them were human.”

Eddie’s heart clenched. This is why he was asking these questions. Steve and those kids had obviously seen too much, but he always felt like he was only scratching the surface of what they’d gone through when they talked.

“My turn,” Steve continued. “I know you like a lot of bands, but which one is your favorite?”

Back on safer ground, Eddie thought bitterly. He had pushed too far too soon. He had to pace this better. “Metalica. They’re the ones I was I playing as a distraction.”

“Master of Puppets, right?” Steve asked.

Eddie nodded. “They’re why I grew my hair out.”

Steve reached over and brush his fingers over the long curls. “I like it.”

Eddie could feel his face get hot. He abruptly stood up. “I think that’s all for today.”

Steve stared up at him in shock. “I thought we were doing twenty questions. We only got to six!”

Eddie grinned and leaned close. “I never said that it would all in one night, big boy. I’m gonna leaving you hanging a bit, keep the mystery of me up.”

And with that he took off into night.

Steve sat on his roof watching the little black speck that was Eddie Munson disappear over the horizon.

He looked at his hand in shock. “That felt real,” he whispered into the darkness. He brought his fingers to his nose and breathed in the scent.

“Oh shit.”

Eddie landed in his lair knowing that Vecna was waiting for him.

“Veckie!” he greeted with a grin, throwing his arms wide. “You said you wanted to know more about Harrington, right?”

“You are wasting time!” Vecna screamed.

Eddie cocked his and shoved his hands in his back pockets. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong. If I had got all the information tonight, he would have gone running off to his friends and tipped them off. Now, if I draw it piece by piece, he still thinks I’m a nightmare and not real and you get what you want.”

“The longer this draws out the longer they have to plan,” Vecna pointed out.

Eddie got really close and said, “Their plans already have plans. I don’t know what they’re waiting for but if they wanted you gone, you will be.”

“You have such faith in them despite them leaving you to die,” Vecna sneered.

“They didn’t leave me to die,” Eddie grinned. “I was dead. You were the hot shot that brought back, darlin’.”

“I’m starting to regret that,” Vecna snarled.

“So do it, asshole,” Eddie snapped back. “Go ahead. Pull the god damn plug. I know you want to. So do it.”

Vecna vanished, leaving behind a smug Eddie. But the conversation left him hungry and angry. It was time to hunt.

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Tag List: @swimmingbirdrunningrock

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #vampire eddie #ladykailtiha writes

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Bodyguards Malec

This one is a little out there, but imagine:

Mundane AU, both Magnus and Alec are personal security of royal heirs.

Magnus is the bodyguard of Princess Clarissa (or Prince Simon, if you wanna make it Jimon or Sizzy), and Alec is the bodyguard of Prince Jace (or Izzy, if you want to make it Sizzy or Izzy/Clary - what's their shipname btw?... Oh right! Clizzy.)

Anyway, Magnus and Alec meet a lot during events where their charges have to attend.

"So how many grey hairs has yours caused you lately?"

"Sneaked out in the middle of the night three days ago, to get into some new club in a notoriously dangerous neighborhood. I had to disarm and incapacitate about eleven wannabe gangsters to drag his/her ass back home."

"Then this might be your win, this time. Mine only stole her/his parent's mercedes to practice the three-point-turn before the drivers liscence exam next week. I had to jump in through the open window on the passenger side to take control of the wheel before he/she crashed into the iron gate."

"I locked up the car keys years ago. Then the little shit learned to hotwire a car from a youtube video… "

"Well, at least they seem to be getting along, so far. Let's hope it stays that way and there won't be an incident like two years ago."

"Don't remind me, I still have nightmares…. So, uhm, seeing as our two charges are supposed to be together on this whole press tour thing… How about dinner tomorrow?"

"I would like that. I will arrange the time off with the rest of my team."

"Same. Pick you up at seven?"

"It's a date."

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #jace herondale #clary fairchild #izzy lightwood #simon lewis #malec prompt #bodyguard!Alec #bodyguard!Magnus #come one how often do we have bodyguards in love?#It's always bodyguard and client #this time it would be two bodyguards!#falling in love while wrangling their charges #who might also fall in love

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risetherivermoon · 5 months

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heres my (not composed at all) composed thoughts from today !!MAJOR dndads spoilers for ep47!!

first of all, hermie :(( THE INTRO??? JUST EUGH I WAS TRYING NOT TO CRY IN PUBLIC- the hand holding part? im just...god, anthony burch why would you do this to me

then theres linc helping norm carry the body, just accepting that thats what he needed then...god, and scary was so soft with normal this episode about everything the feelings were biggg, normal trying to do the spell with the coins- just ugh

(then theres the twins hotwiring a car together in perfect sync? i just love the two of them sm so i loved that detail, the fact anthony outright says that they move as one force too, just- god their twin codependency makes me ill)

them traveling to what im assuming (lot of context clues) is the remains of oakvale....the old man being barry?? im so happy will remembered that henrys an elf with his aging thing too, the fact he runs a refugee camp on old earth?? im in love with that, and just how they went with his character, it makes me so sad tho... mercedes :(( pls im in shambles

scam? scam likely caring about hermie?? im just- fuck man. scam apologizing repeatedly saying he cant do anything, admiting he was a terrible father? i just- him not realizing that something he created would grow into a person with a personality and people who care for him, then that being ripped away... normal punching scam? (deserved) and i just cant get over the way normal is carrying his body everywhere, and holding hermies hand-

HENRY AND DOOD?? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?? "for some reason you feel like home" GOD. henry asking if everyone wants tea and his hands trembling- lord.

will campos ripped my fucking heart out with that sob- i cant, it was so fucking raw.

the burial? them all gathering flowers?? the twins helping too??? im fucking ill im sick im done GODDD.

the words they all said? normal calling hermie his sweet prince? everything scary said??? normal saying that they should put the sun back because hermie never got to see the sunrise- IGFEIufh

HENRY SAYING HES FUCKING PROUD OF NORMAL IM GONNA JUMP OUT A WINDOW!! OH MY GOD NORMAL SO NEEDED THAT- im just im so ill about the oak family

HENRY MENTIONING THAT HIS FAVORITE TV SHOW WAS CANCELLED AND ITS FINALLY COME BACK?? GODDD

the fucking shades witch- i was cackling oh my god,

lark shaking henry's hand and sparrow hugging him?!!? HENRY BARELY HUGGING BACK??

lil hero and norm at a shooting range?? six year old norm shooting the ground omg, lark was so gentle with him someone kill me- im a firm lark-is-normal's-dad-believer honestly

NORMALS THE FUCKING CHOSEN ONE??? YALL??? i saw this coming but i was still so caught off guard

literally wtf was that fleshy thing, mr burch im in ur walls

the last "NORMAL WHAT DID YOU DO??" shambles im in shambles

god this episode was so much...im losing it, it was great, the oak family episodes are always so amazing i love it...rip hermie, i miss him so much already

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heavyhighlandheart · 10 months

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Hawkins Hellraiser Pt.5

Chapter Five: The Trailer Park

Summary: You and Eddie head to his trailer to watch a movie. You've fallen for him, big time. He's a total sweetheart with you.

Warnings: 18+, graphic gore descriptions from real horror movie, mention of bad relationship with father, good ol' makeout sesh

w/c: 2k

A/N: Okay, so I really loved writing this part, it's been in the pipeline from the beginning but I wanted to set the scene and expand on the characters. Plus, I'm a completely hopeless romantic and didn't want to dive right into the smut (stay tuned for that). Anyway, enjoy! <3

Eddie’s ‘71 Chevy van was falling to pieces. The seat’s fabric was ripping at the seams and stained ten times over. You winced at the sound of it squeaking and grinding every time Eddie hit the brakes. You weren’t sure if you felt completely safe in the passenger seat, as if the whole thing was just going to pack in at any moment.

“I fixed her up myself, you know,” Eddie beamed, eyes on the road. “She was a much bigger mess than she is now, trust me,” he spied your hand gripping the door handle and sensed your unease. “My uncle taught me, got me under cars that he’d take home from the yard and showed me how to fix ‘em up. That’s the trouble with people, as soon as something stops doing what it’s supposed to do, it’s junk, trash. They don’t realise it can be fixed, if they’re willing to get their hands dirty.” He turned to you with a sly smirk on his lips, his left hand rested on the wheel. You smile back, releasing your grip slightly. Eddie turned back to the road. “Still, my old man didn’t like that so much. Said I should be learning how to break into ‘em, hotwire ‘em and get away quickly,” he shook his head, looking down at his free hand that he began to flex and stretch as it rested on his thigh.

“That must have been tough,” you look at him longingly, waiting for him to match your gaze. Eddie shrugged, giving you a pained smile, “dads suck, right?” You nod, your mind piecing together the parts of Eddie Munson that you didn’t yet understand.

The van began to bump and shuffle as Eddie turned into the trailer park’s dirt road. He pulled in front of a trailer on the right, the van grinding to a sharp halt. “Here we are, my humble castle.” He skips over to the passenger door, eager to hold it open for you as you hop out of the van.

“Eddie!” a childish voice called from behind you both. A young boy was running towards him, grinning like a Cheshire cat, with a thick book in his hands. “Hey, dude!” Eddie beamed, catching him in his arms and throwing him over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. “I’ve been waiting ages for you!” The boy squealed. “Can we keep reading?”

You give Eddie a puzzled look and he responds with pleading eyes, like he’s making the hardest decision of his life. “One sec, big guy.” He places his hand at the small of your waist and ushers you a few steps to the side, leaning into your face in a whisper. “Listen, I uh-”, he sighs, head hanging down, chestnut eyes looking into yours, “I…I read to him, his mom asked me to. He’s not so great with words but he really wanted to read The Hobbit, so when his mom found out it was one of my favourites, she uh- she begged me to read it to him. Said she’d even pay me in cigarettes.” He scoffed, staring at you with those pleading eyes, hoping you would understand and be okay with it. Your heart must have skipped a beat because your breath caught in your throat briefly, and you pressed your lips tighter together. “I’ll just read him a chapter and then we can watch the movie, is that okay?” You grinned, putting your hand on his arm that was still at your waist, “absolutely”.

Eddie smiled a toothy grin and clapped his hands, jumping with excitement and patting the kid on the back, “c’mon buddy!”

Eddie pulled out two deckchairs from inside his trailer, offering one to you, the kid quickly taking his seat in the other. Eddie sat on the ground next to him as he used the tucked bookmark to open up the pages. “There were many paths that led up into those mountains, and many passes over them. But most of the paths were cheats and deceptions and led nowhere or to bad ends; and most of the passes were infested by evil things and dreadful dangers.” The kid’s eyes lit up, as did Eddie’s, like he was reliving his childhood all over again. He would occasionally sneak a glance at you, your head leaning into the wood of the chair. Sometimes you would close your eyes just to try and listen more intently to his voice; his tone changing with each character and with perfect expression. You envisioned the scenes in your mind; descriptions coming to life as Eddie spoke, like some kind of guided meditation. His voice was warm and inviting. When his eyes were on the book, you’d let your eyes fall onto his lips, the way they moved with certain words, how he smiled and chuckled at his own reading and how he would moisten his lips when he turned the page. You noticed how the book rested in his hands, one hand holding the spine from below and the other tracing the words as he read aloud. Your thoughts on him were changing. He was misunderstood; a kind and hopeful soul. The more notice you gave to his lips, the more you wanted to kiss them, or wanted him to kiss you. You licked your lips at the thought.

Eddie placed the bookmark at the next chapter and shut it tight, “there you go, buddy,” he smiled, passing the book over. “One more, Eddie, please?” he begged. “You know I’d love to, kid, but-” he leaned in to whisper in his ear and glanced over at you, “I’ve got a date.” The kid rolled his eyes, “ugh, fine. Tomorrow though?” Eddie grinned, pulling the kid to his feet and ruffling his hair, “tomorrow, for sure. See ya, buddy.” The kid ran off to a trailer a few rows down, waving as he went.

You stand up, hands tucked into your back pockets. Eddie walks over to you, looking smug. “So uh, are you ready for that movie?” You nod, suddenly your mouth feels dry and you clear your throat, blushing, “mm-hmm”. Eddie opens the door of the trailer for you, following you inside.

“Sorry for the mess,” he says, quickly bundling up clothes and magazines and throwing them into one corner, “I uh- don’t usually have visitors." Pots and pans were strewn across the kitchenette, pillows sunken into the sofa and the curtains closed. It felt darker than it should and there were a few questionable smells lingering. “My uncle’s working today, his first day shift in weeks, so he shouldn’t be back until later tonight.” Eddie tried clearing some of the mess in the kitchen, throwing the pans in the sink and closing any open drawers, brushing crumbs off the counter and onto the floor. He turns to you, realising he’s skipped your attention. “Listen, uh- you have a seat, make yourself comfortable, I’m just gonna tidy some shit up and then we’ll get that movie started, huh?” You nod, taking a seat awkwardly on the sofa. Eddie heads further into the trailer to the bathroom, and you hear him banging and clattering as he tidies. When he’s out of sight, you start fluffing up the sofa pillows and brushing down the upholstery, straightening up anything you can find. You pick up a blanket from the floor, smells musty but it’ll do, you think to yourself, fanning it and folding it over the sofa. You tidy up what you can of the coffee table; a used bong, cigarette butts and ash turning the wood from a gleaming light birch to a dirty grey. The TV sits on a small cabinet at the wall, a few VHS tapes underneath - a couple of horrors, The Dark Crystal and a porno - quite the mixture.

Eddie appears, having already removed his denim jacket, revealing his Hellfire Club baseball shirt. He ruffles up his fringe, opening the fridge and grabbing two beer bottles. “So this-” he opens the bottle with his teeth, letting the top fall to the ground, “-is for you,” he chuckles, passing you a beer. He does the same with his own and holds out his bottle, “cheers,” he grins, and you tap your drinks, both taking a sip. “Mmm, that’s good. Hey, did you tidy up in here?” You look around sheepishly, “uh- I might have done a little”. Eddie chuckles, “c’mon, let’s get this movie started, you’re gonna love it.”

He puts the tape in and sits on the sofa, puts his feet up on the coffee table, and pats the seat next to him. You wonder for a moment if he’s just being incredibly nice, or if he really, genuinely likes you. You can't decide whether you're brave enough to make a move. You sit next to him, clutching the beer bottle with both hands, eyes on the tiny little screen in front of you. You decide you're going to do it, make a move. You grab the blanket that you folded up earlier, opening it out and laying it over yourself, it brushes over Eddie's leg. "Wanna share?" You ask hopefully. "Uh, duh! Can't have you hogging it now, can we?" Eddie smiles, reaching to pull the blanket over his legs and waist, brushing your legs lightly. You smile smugly to yourself, pressing the bottle to your lips to take a sip.

The movie continues, an hour passes, and you've made no significant moves on Eddie. C'mon, you tell yourself, just do it. Pretty soon you don't have to try. A particularly horrific scene begins and Eddie starts to look excited, "oh this bit is so fucking awesome, just wait." One of the cannibals reaches into a bird cage to grab a tiny bird fluttering around, before pulling off its head and drinking its blood. You writhe and squirm, covering your eyes, "oh that's fucking disgusting!" Eddie laughs, "aw c'mon, it's so metal!"

"No it's gross! Tell me when it's over!" You turn to face him, pulling up the blanket to cover your peripheral vision. You stare at him as he watches the TV, light flickering in his eyes, a sly smile curving at his mouth. "Okay, it's all done," he laughs, turning to see you looking up at him, slumped into his shoulder with your eyes wide. "You promise?" You ask, your voice shaky with anticipation.

"Yeah, I promise," Eddie speaks low and soft, his eyes dropping to your lips. He leans in slowly, placing his lips to yours softly, lingering for a moment. He hums against your kiss before pulling away, revealing a toothy smile. "I've wanted to do that since the day I saw you in Miss O'Donnell's." You can't help but smile, your cheeks flushing, "oh yeah? Even after I pushed you into the lockers?" Eddie chuckles, "especially after you pushed me into the lockers!" You're taken aback and raise one eyebrow, "really?"

"Uh, yeah, that was fucking hot!" Eddie's eyes widen and he takes a longer sip of his beer. You laugh and your hand falls, resting on his thigh; you don't even think twice about it, it feels natural. "It wasn't supposed to be hot, it was supposed to be intimidating." You furrow your brow, attempting to show off your hard exterior. "Oh, trust me," Eddie starts, "it was, but it was still fucking hot!" Your eyes meet again, and you both stare longingly. That voice in your head comes back, do it, do it, do it. "Eddie… can I, uh- can I kiss you again?" Eddie bites his bottom lip and smiles sweetly, leaning into you, "I would love that". His lips press to yours, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek as your hand grazes his thigh. His lips part for a breath and you follow suit, touching your tongues lightly, dancing together in slow waves.

The movie continues in the background, the victims' screams almost inaudible as you both sink into a moment of sweet pleasure. You had to pinch yourself with the hand holding your beer, you couldn't believe you were finally kissing Eddie Munson.

A/N: if you got this far, thank you! I'd love to hear your thoughts on Hellraiser so far, so please feel free to send me an ask and let me know what you think, make any requests, ask questions! <3

#eddie fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #stranger things 4 #eddie x reader #eddie smut #eddie fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie fluff

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thesakuragarnet · 5 months

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The League Of Villains Go To Disney: An unfinished crackfic mini series for just good vibes

Summary: After several failed attempts to infiltrate UA, the League decides on a mandated vacation for "bonding" using their newly acquired assets from the Paranormal Liberation Front.

Disclaimer: This fic is unfinished, BUT, I may pick it back up eventually. Still have some drafts muddling about.

THIS FIC IS 18+ FOR SOME SLIGHTLY SENSUAL THEMES!

Tags: Swearing, Disney references, League of Villains as family, found family, league of villains shenanigans, crackfic, fluff, slight DabiHawks, alternate universe, chaotic LOV, implied s3xual content, domestic fluff, comedy, dysfunctional family, forced bonding, slight Spinneraki

Word Count: 9,087 words

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Chapter 1: Are We There Yet?

"Again! Encore! Encore!" Toga squeals as "Love Is An Open Door" ends on the Bluetooth speaker for the eighth time.

"NO! IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP SINGING, I'M GONNA PUKE FOR REAL THIS TIME!" Dabi snarls, tightly gripping the seat beneath him as he rolls down the tinted window. Toga and Twice cross their arms in frustration as Toga reluctantly chooses a different Disney song.

"Will you keep it down back there?! I'm trying to concentrate on the road!" Spinner gripes as he hits another pothole, jarring the entire van. They'd managed to hotwire an empty van with enough space to carry everyone and were headed to the "Art of Animation" resort. Toga and Twice picked it out, but everyone got to choose which section they wanted to stay in and who they wanted to room with.

"C'mon, Dabi. Where's your Disney spirit?" Hawks chides, punching him in the shoulder. His teasing stare is met with a cold glare from his boyfriend, and he shrinks back into the seat next to Dabi. Dabi, Hawks, and Mr. Compress are all packed together in the backseat while Toga, Twice, and Shigaraki sit in the middle seats of the van. Shigaraki is too absorbed in his Nintendo Switch to be bothered by their singing. Kurogiri rides shotgun while Spinner hastily drives through the busy streets.

"Of all the times of the year. I wasn't expecting spring to be so damn crowded," The lizard gripes as he screeches the vehicle to a stop. Dabi shuts his eyes and shoves his earbuds in his ears as Mr. Compress pulls up the room numbers on his phone.

"You're just lucky that we all brought masks to wear so it'll be harder to recognize us. If everyone behaves accordingly, we should be able to have an enjoyable trip without getting arrested. This is why we're at Disney World and not Tokyo Disneyland. We have less of a chance to be discovered here. I doubt they even pay attention to what goes on in our news," Kurogiri remarks as he opens up his paper map that leads to the hotel.

"Why didn't you just warp us there?" Dabi snarls, and Kurogiri turns back to look at him.

"All for One said we aren't allowed to use our Quirks here. That was the condition. If we use our Quirks, we're more likely to be discovered," Kurogiri explains.

"Oh, like Birdbrain isn't going to be obvious?" Dabi snarls, turning up the volume on his phone to drown everyone out as he closes his eyes.

"Pfft. They don't know about the Number Two Hero, here. All they know is All Might and Endeavor," Compress comments.

"Hey, I have a following in America!" Hawks huffs, and his wings ruffle, getting in Compress and Dabi's faces. They both promptly shove his wings out of the way.

"How much longer? I wanna finish this level before we get out of the car," Shigaraki pipes up, and Spinner checks his GPS.

"Ten minutes," Spinner answers as he revs the engine.

"Speedrunnnn," Shigaraki mumbles under his breath as he starts erratically mashing buttons.

...

"OH MY GOD WE'RE HERE!!!!" Toga squeals as Spinner turns past the Art of Animation sign. Her scream jolts Dabi awake, who realizes that Hawks fell asleep on him. He reflexively pushes him off, and Hawks yawns before blinking awake.

"Fake ID's ready?" Kurogiri asks to the general crowd, and everyone nods. Toga unzips the pink backpack at her feet and pulls out a set of Minnie Mouse ears that she slaps onto her head, awkwardly pushing back her space buns. Spinner swerves into a parking space and jumps out of the car before popping the trunk open.

"Everybody OUT!" The lizard orders, and everyone scrambles out of the car. Spinner pulls his brown hiker backpack over his shoulders as Kurogiri grabs a singular black suitcase from the trunk.

"Move!" Shigaraki grips as he snatches a Spider-Man backpack from the top of the pile and carefully places his Switch inside it. Twice grabs one black and one pink duffel and hands Toga a glittering pink tote bag while Compress takes his modest brown briefcase from the side compartment. Finally, Dabi reaches to pull his purple rolling suitcase when he notices the number of remaining bags in the car.

"Dude. I told you to pack light," He growls as Hawks nervously walks to the trunk.

"I did!" He insists as he grabs the final three giant red duffels. Dabi takes out one of his earbuds and tucks it in his T-shirt before pulling up his hood. Spinner unceremoniously slams the trunk shut before the group makes their way to the colorful building to check in.

...

"Did everyone get checked in okay?" Kurogiri asks as he does a headcount. The rag-tag bunch is crowded in front of the gigantic "Nemo" themed pool. Toga stares at the giant turtle statue with an awestruck expression, and Twice dances from foot to foot next to her.

"Alrighty. Toga, Twice, Compress, you three will be staying in 'Finding Nemo' suite. Toga gets dibs on the master bedroom so she can have her privacy. You two will have to fight over who sleeps on the sofa bed or the table bed," Kurogiri explains as he gives out their Magic Bands.

"OH! I WANNA SLEEP ON A TABLE! No, the sofa is definitely the better option," Twice argues with himself as Kurogiri walks towards Hawks and Dabi. He pulls out Dabi's other earbud, which makes him snap to attention, and a thin curl of smoke rises out of his ear.

"You two. 'The Lion King' Suite. Do whatever you want, I don't care. Just please don't be too troublesome," Kurogiri sighs as he hands the bands to Hawks. Dabi sniffs as he takes the black magic band from Hawks before helping him put on his red one.

"That leaves Spinner and Shigaraki. You'll be staying with me in the 'Cars' area," Kurogiri drones as Shigaraki starts jumping up and down.

"DO I GET TO MEET THE LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!" Shigaraki cackles excitedly as he pulls on both of his protective gloves.

"Wow, didn't know our fearless leader was some car's biggest fan," Dabi snickers, and Shigaraki shoots him an indignant look.

"Lightning McQueen is not 'some car'! He's a legend!" Shigaraki snaps.

"You know it's just a movie right? He's just computer code," Spinner comments, only for Shigaraki to kick him in the shin.

"Hey! No fighting! This is going to be a nice bonding experience! Now everyone get unpacked and we'll meet up for dinner at the cafeteria. We're waiting to go to any parks until tomorrow. I was able to book us a full week here," The wispy man clarifies before the three groups split off.

Chapter 2: Welcome to the Jungle

"Did you pack everything you own, Featherhead?" Dabi growls as he drags his rolling suitcase down the walkway leading to "The Lion King" area.

"Of course not," Hawks retorts as he grapples with his duffels. The sun sets over the resort as the two walk side by side, dodging sprinting toddlers in swim trunks as their parents try to corral them toward the "Nemo" swimming pool.

"OOOOH! Dabi, look it's Mufasa!" Hawks gasps as he points to the giant lion statue that looks out over the Pride Rock structure. Dabi, however, doesn't hear him as he already put his earbuds back in. He walks a few feet away before he realizes Hawks is no longer by his side. Dabi's eyes narrow as he turns around to see Hawks taking a selfie with the statue.

"Hawks!" He growls, gripping the handle of his luggage tighter as he leers at him from under his sunglasses. Hawks' smile fades as he slowly puts his phone back in his pocket and skips back to Dabi's side. The two walk past an archway with Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa, past the towering green, "forested" buildings towards the Elephant Graveyard.

"Ughhhh, why are we close to all the bad guys," Hawks groans, "I wanted to be near the Hakuna Matata section."

"I like the hyenas, jackass," Dabi snaps, taking out an earbud so he doesn't lose the feathered hero again. "All I want is just two minutes. Of uninterrupted punk music. Just two fucking minutes," He growls under his breath as they walk behind the giant replica of the Elephant Graveyard and the three laughing hyenas. They walk up to the automatic doors and are immediately hit with AC and the smell of fresh linens.

"Third floor. Perfect view of the graveyard at night. I think Toga said it glows red in the cave," Dabi mutters as they strut to the elevator. Hawks struggles to shove all of his bags in as Dabi awkwardly positions himself next to the buttons and pushes the number three.

Ding!

The elevator doors open, and Dabi roughly pushes Hawks out of the cramped elevator.

"Hey!" Hawks grumbles as Dabi struts down the hallway, following the pawprint pattern on the carpeting until they reach their room. Dabi holds his black Magic Band up to the gray sensor above the door handle, and the light flashes from red to green as a resounding click sounds from the door.

"Home sweet home," Dabi sighs as he opens the door, and Hawks follows him inside. Hawks' eyes widen as he takes in all of the references to the Disney movie as Dabi heads toward the bedroom. The small living room has stools with lyrics on them, and a table bed with a picture of Simba inside rests just to the left across from a small bathroom. Dabi throws his suitcase on the Queen bed in the bedroom and unzips it, getting out his leather jacket and various band T-shirts as he pulls open one of the drawers on the dresser. Hawks hefts his duffel bags into the room and grunts as he sets them on the ground.

"So, am I...I...sleeping on the pull-out couch?" Hawks stammers, and Dabi raises his eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder.

"Do you want to sleep on the pull-out couch?" Dabi says flatly, and Hawks vigorously shakes his head.

"I thought it was implied that we'd both be sleeping in here," Dabi shrugs as he hangs up his jacket in the closet.

"Just making sure," Hawks smiles, clapping his hands together before he starts unzipping his bags. The scarred villains yawns as he falls backward flat onto the bed, stretching out and putting his hands behind his head.

"You gonna be okay not using your Quirk for a week?" Hawks pries as he starts putting his clothes away in the closet.

"It'll be a relief. Less pain," Dabi mumbles, closing his eyes as he waits for Hawks to finish unpacking.

"Why do you feel pain exactly when you use your Qu-" Hawks starts as he puts away his last athletic shirt.

"What did I tell you about asking me that," Dabi snaps, getting off the bed and walking up behind Hawks.

"Sorry," Hawks mumbles as he turns around and comes face to face with his boyfriend. Dabi pulls down his black mask and suddenly grabs Hawks' chin before roughly kissing him. Hawks' wings flutter, but Dabi ends it almost as quickly as he started.

"Let's get going. I don't feel like getting bitched at by Handjob," Dabi says as he pulls his mask back up over his nose to hide his scars and slides his sunglasses back on. Hawks swallows hard and nods as Dabi walks out of the bedroom, and he swiftly follows him, a few feathers floating to the ground behind the Pro Hero.

Chapter 3: Under the "Frozen" Sea

"Alllllrighty! That's the last of my Disney ears! Twiiiiiice! Did you bring all our pins?" Toga calls as she finishes arranging her various themed ear headbands on her dresser.

"Yup! Right here, Toga!" Twice beams as he brandishes a box full of enamel Disney pins from his black duffel. It makes a terrible jingling noise from all of the collectibles sliding against one another, and Compress cringes. "I'll put them on the little green seats by the sofa bed!" He calls to her as Toga digs through her duffel bag to hang up her outfits.

"Hey, Twice. You know that movie you and Toga love so much?" Compress pipes up as he sits down in the corner chair, scrolling through articles on his phone.

"Encanto?" Twice raises his eyebrow, and Compress shakes his head.

"Brave?" Twice asks again, but Compress waves his hand.

"No, no. It's that one. The one that you were singing in the car all the way down here," He snaps his fingers, trying to remember the name.

"Frozen!!" Twice exclaims, jumping up and down, and Compress nods.

"Yeah, there's actually some pretty interesting theories around it," Compress drones as Toga eavesdrops on the two of them from the bedroom.

"Theories?" Twice jumps onto the table-bed and puts his chin in his hands, eagerly listening.

"Yes, theories. As in, some believe that Walt Disney himself has been frozen somewhere underneath the park! There's some secret vault that conspiracy theorists believe to contain his frozen head!" Compress says as Twice encourages him to continue. Toga's heart skips. She loved blood, but she hated creepy stories. She continues listening intently as she unpacks her makeup and puts it on her bathroom counter.

"A frozen head! That's crazy! No way that's real! It sounds believable to me!" Twice drones in his dual banter as Compress continues his conspiratorial tirade.

"People say that the reason it's named frozen is so, if you Google 'Disney's Frozen' or anything like that, the rumors regarding the vault and head won't pop up! Instead, your feed will be filled with that lovely movie!" Compress's eyes widen as he continues, and Twice gasps.

"Holy shit! That's so cool! Creeeeeepy!" The morph-suited man laughs nervously as his head twitches back and forth. A chill runs down Toga's spine, and she anxiously scratches her elbow.

'So much for sleeping tonight... Ugh... All I can think about is that creepy guy's icy dead head, now...' She thinks to herself as she cringes, shoving her hair ties into a drawer. She pulls her phone out and opens up her text messages with Dabi. Toga starts typing as Compress begins describing the rumored vault and powerful figures behind the conspiracy in detail.

Toga: Dabssssss. Compress & Twice are being suuuuuper creepy.

Immediately, Dabi starts typing.

Dabi: Pedo creepy?

Toga groans, moving her fingers as fast as she can.

Toga: NO! Like scary creepy. Scary stories creepy.

Dabi: Toga. You sleep with a knife under your pillow.

Toga: I can't use it if I'm asleep and exposed. I'm sleeping in a room by myself.

Dabi: They're literally right outside your room. You'll be fine.

Toga: Can I crash with u and Hawks tonight?

Dabi leaves her message on read, and Toga sighs, shoving her phone back into the pocket of her navy skirt. She tries to ignore Twice and Compress's excited voices, but all she can think about is Walt Disney's open eyes staring at her through an ice block in some steel chamber. She grabs one of her eyeshadow brushes from her makeup bag and grabs one of her red eyeshadow palettes.

"Don't ruin my favorite movie, dumb magician," She gripes under her breath as she reapplies the sweeping red smoky eye to her face.

Ding!

Toga pulls out her phone and sets her brush and palette on the countertop. It's a message from Dabi.

Dabi: Are you guys coming? Hawks and I are the only ones here. He's trying to drag me into the gift shop. SOS

Toga gasps.

"TWICE THERE'S A GIFT SHOP!!!!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs, shattering the men's conversation.

"WHAT?! No, we can't spend any money. LET'S BUY EVERYTHING!" Twice's voice pitches up and down as his attention is completely torn away from Compress.

Ding!

Birdman: Dabi won't let me get anything. If you and Twice get over here we can overpower him. I'll buy you cotton candy at Magic Kingdom.

A blissful smile spreads across Toga's face as she darts out of the bathroom.

"Hawks is buying me cotton candy, let's go!" She giggles as she grabs her pink Magic Band and promptly runs out of the ocean-themed suite. Compress sighs as he watches Twice sprint out of the door after her. The magician grabs his cane and slowly follows them, deciding to hold off on the conspiracy rants for the time being.

Chapter 4: KACHOW!

"WHAT?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!" Shigaraki screeches as he stands in front of the statue of Lightning McQueen and Sally from Disney's Cars.

"Tomura, surely you didn't expect him to talk to you. It's just decoration for the theme," Spinner sighs, putting his hand on his boss's shoulder.

"Well...they...they have other characters in the parks that you get to meet and talk to. I thought I could get his autograph or something," Shigaraki frowns dejectedly, adjusting the hand on his face.

"I believe there's an attraction in the Hollywood Studios park where he actually talks. Perhaps that would be of interest. Now, come along," Kurogiri says before leading the two villains into the building marked "Cozy Cone Motel". Shigaraki mutters under his breath as he fidgets with his protective gloves. Kurogiri touches his silver Magic Band to the gray bar above the door, and the green light flashes, allowing them inside. Shigaraki's eyes widen as they enter the Cars themed room, and he removes the hand from his face in awe.

"Woooow. It's like we're in the movie!" He beams, and Spinner shakes his head, trying to hide the smile on his face. Spinner finds it odd that their boss acts like a child; something must've happened in his childhood for him to remain in such an immature state. Tomura was the second youngest in the group, only older than Toga. The only thing that made sense for him to lead was his Quirk. He runs up to the table and pulls the bed down, revealing a picture of Tow Mater.

"I CALL THIS ONE!" He squeals excitedly as he throws his Spider-Man backpack onto it. Kurogiri moves toward the main bedroom and begins to unpack his things while Spinner starts unfolding the pull-out couch bed.

"Oooooh! Spinner! Wanna stay up all night watching movies!" The crusty villain says excitedly, clapping his hands together.

"No. Everyone has to be in bed tonight at a reasonable time so we can get up early tomorrow," Kurogiri orders, and Shigaraki whines.

"Who made you the boss?" He snaps.

"All for One," Kurogiri retorts calmly, and Shigaraki shuts up.

Spinner slams his hiking pack on the bed with a resounding creak and unzips it. He calmly slides a katana out of the backpack (that looks like it definitely shouldn't have fit) and slides it under his pillow.

"Isn't that dangerous?" Shigaraki points out, but Spinner just shrugs.

"Haven't died yet," The gecko smirks, and Shigaraki shakes his head as he pulls out his Nintendo Switch and plugs it into the nightstand by his bed.

"I guess I have to wear these stupid things the entire trip," Shigaraki growls as he scratches at the protective gloves. They were specially made to sensor his Quirk, allowing him to freely touch things.

"Will it really be so bad to actually wear them? Hell, you can boop doggos on the snoot now," Spinner laughs, and Shigaraki cringes.

"Never say that again. You're too old," Shigaraki snarls.

"I'm only one year older than you," Spinner mutters under his breath.

"Alright, you two. Let's meet up with everyone else. There's a large cafeteria where we can get food," Kurogiri says excitedly as he walks out of the bedroom and opens the suite door.

Chapter 5: Be Our Guest

"I miss the bar," Dabi growls as he finishes off the bottle of ginger ale.

"Awwww, is someone being nostalgic," Hawks teases, and Dabi pulls his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to glare at him.

"No. I want alcohol," He snaps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Hawks rolls his eyes and puts his head down on the table dejectedly, taking a bite out of his last chicken tender.

"Can we go to the gift show, now?" Hawks begs, and Dabi shakes his head.

"HEYYYYYYYYY!" Toga's squeal is audible over the blaring DisneyMania music as she skips over to their table. She's holding a souvenir cup full of pink lemonade in one hand and a plate of chocolate crepes in another.

"Togaaa! Wait up!" Twice calls after her, holding a tray both of his and Compress's food as the masked magician follows closely behind.

"Toga, you're gonna be up all night with all that sugar," Dabi sighs as she slams the plate down in the booth on the other side of him.

"Whatever, you're not the boss of me," She sticks her tongue out at him before she starts scarfing it down.

"Good luck," Dabi smirks at Compress as he sits across from Hawks at the big round table. The older magician sighs and shakes his head as he takes off his top hat.

"There you idiots are," Shigaraki calls as he, Spinner, and Kurogiri spot the rag-tag bunch. Once everyone gets settled at the table, Kurogiri unfolds a paper from his pocket and places it in the center.

"Alright, so. Tomorrow, we're going to Magic Kingdo-" The wispy man starts.

"OH MY GOD YAY!!!!!!!!" Toga squeals, squirming in her seat.

Kurogiri clears his throat before continuing, "Yes. Magic Kingdom. Then, Tuesday, we're going to Animal Kingdom. Wednesday is EPCOT. Thursday is Hollywood Studios. Friday is back to Magic Kingdom. Saturday we can go to any of the waterparks, and then Sunday we're flying back to Japan."

"Cool. So is there gonna be a designated buddy system or something?" Shigaraki yawns, sipping out of his twisty straw. Kurogiri shrugs.

"No one should be by themselves at any given time," Kurogiri explains.

"Well, I guess Dabi will be attached to his pretty little pro the entire time, huh," Shigaraki sneers, looking at Dabi and expecting a witty comeback.

Dabi starts muttering lyrics under his breath and stares off into space, completely zoning out as Shigaraki speaks to him.

"Hey! Burn victim! I'm talking to you, Hot Topic!" Shigaraki starts snapping aggressively in Dabi's face, but he doesn't even flinch. Toga cups her hand to her ear and listens to the music playing in the cafeteria before her eyes widen and she nods.

"Yeah, you're not gonna get anything out of him until this is over. It's 'Surface Pressure' from Encanto," Toga shrugs before sipping her pink lemonade.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Spinner huffs.

"Did you not pay attention to him when that scene was playing? Dabi was totally going through some kind of connection or weird awakening with that song. It's no wonder he never talks about his family if he relates to it," Toga explains ambivalently.

"I know how to snap him out of it," Hawks smirks before sticking his finger in his mouth and pulling it out. Toga cringes as Hawks suddenly jams his finger in Dabi's ear.

"AGH! WHAT THE FUCK! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Dabi suddenly screams, grabbing Hawks by the throat and shoving him into the booth. Toga giggles psychotically and claps; Kurogiri looks around nervously, making sure they aren't drawing too much attention to themselves.

"Sorry," Hawks gargles as Dabi squeezes his throat, his eyes burning into the winged Hero.

"Calm down, guys! BEAT HIS ASS, BRO!" Twice's dual-toned banter sounds off. Dabi's lip curls as he slowly lets Hawks free, and the hero promptly goes into a coughing fit, rubbing his neck.

"Okay. Everyone settle down. Please," Kurogiri pleads, and Dabi straightens up.

"Sorry," He mutters sarcastically.

...

Everyone else has already retreated to their rooms, but Hawks, Twice, and Toga are still running giddily through the gift shop.

"Ooooooh! Look at these, Twice!" Toga trills as she picks up a professional drawing of Merida fighting Mor'du.

"Oh to be a princess fighting a bear!" Twice sighs as Hawks comes up behind them in oversized Minnie Mouse sunglasses and a Powerline bomber jacket.

"Do you think Dabi's gonna be mad?" He says sheepishly, showing off the yellow fake leather.

"Na. He'll probably just say you look like a highlighter," Toga shakes her head as she runs over to more Disney Princess merch.

"I didn't know you liked A Goofy Movie," Twice remarks, and Hawks smiles.

"Oh heck yeah, bro. Dabs and I watch it all the time. Don't tell him I told you this, but he knows every word to 'Stand Out' and 'Eye to Eye'," Hawks winks as his voice gets more hushed, and Twice snickers. Toga returns with a sweatshirt that says "Let It Go!" on the front.

"Okay, let's get out of here!" She smiles as she skips to the checkout line.

Chapter 6: Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Dabi and Hawks both freeze mid-kiss as Toga bangs on the door of their suite, her face drenched in tears.

“Who the hell is that?!” Hawks whispers, panicked.

“No idea. Stay here,” Dabi reluctantly growls as he pulls away from his boyfriend and releases his grip on his shoulders. He pulls on his gray boxers and tattered navy sweatpants before walking to the door. Upon looking through the peephole, he sees Toga intensely pounding on the door in her Lilo and Stitch pajamas. Dabi groans before he cracks the door open.

“What do you want Tog-” He starts, but his voice catches in his throat when he sees the tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry I know you and Hawks wanted alone time which is why you’re all the way over here but I had a really REALLY bad nightmare and Compress and Twice won’t stop talking about the frozen Disney head and can I just sleep in here tonight?!?!?!?!?” Toga rambles in a single breath as she frantically wipes her tears away. Dabi’s harsh expression softens and he rubs the back of his neck.

“Uhhhhh,” He mutters, staring at the floor to think.

“Please?” Toga sniffs, making the best “puppy dog” expression she can manage. Dabi sighs and mutters something under his breath before dragging his hand down his face in exasperation.

“One second. I’ll be right back,” He says before slowly shutting the door and walking back to the bedroom.

“It’s Toga,” Dabi mutters, his eyebrows furrowing as he stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“Is she okay?” Hawks raises his eyebrow as he covers himself with the comforter.

“She…she needs to stay with us tonight. Bad dream. The guys aren’t helping,” Dabi explains as he walks in the room and jerks open a drawer.

“Guess that means we’re putting this on pause,” Hawks mutters, rolling his eyes.

“I’m gonna sleep on the couch so I’m out there with her. She’ll feel safer that way. You cool with sleeping in here by yourself?” Dabi asks as he pulls an old white T-shirt over his head.

“Aw, what? The hell, man?” Hawks pouts, and Dabi just shakes his head.

“This is one night. We have the rest of the week. Once we hit the parks she’ll be too distracted and will completely forget about it. Trust me. And then, I'll be in here with you all night long,” The scarred villain smiles before walking back to the bedside.

“Goodnight,” He whispers before swiftly kissing Hawks on the cheek and then shoving his face away. Hawks mutters dissents under his breath as he rubs the spot where Dabi pushed him, his eyes narrowing as his lover leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.

Dabi takes a deep breath before opening the door again, this time completely wide open.

“Come on,” He says with a tired smile, and Toga darts into the room and immediately leaps onto the table bed. Dabi shuts the door and begins throwing off the couch cushions so he can pull out the foldable bed.

“Oh, you’re not gonna be with Hawks?” Toga says with a hint of relief in her voice.

“If anyone tries to take your head in the night, they’ll have to deal with me first,” Dabi smirks as he turns off the light and climbs into the creaky sofa-bed. Toga smiles to herself as she wraps up in the thin sheets and spare blanket on the small mattress.

“They’d run as soon as they’d see your scary face,” Toga giggles, her fangs glistening in the moonlight flooding through the curtains. Dabi rolls his eyes.

“The last person that said something about my scary face ended up burning in an alley,” He yawns, scratching at the staples on his neck as he lies down.

“Hawks seems to like your face,” Toga points out, and Dabi tries to hide his smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, he does,” He whispers to himself, attempting to get comfortable on the makeshift bed.

“I wish Izuku or Ochaco would like my face,” Toga pouts, sniffing.

“Hey. You have a wonderful face, Himiko Toga. Anyone who tells you otherwise will have a whole league of villains to deal with,” Dabi says encouragingly, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. Toga smiles brightly.

“Thank you. For everything,” She whispers.

“Of course, sis,” Dabi yawns absentmindedly as he drifts off to sleep.

…

“Hey, Dabi?”

Silence.

“Dabi?”

More silence.

“PSSST! DABI!” Toga whisper-screams, and the burned man turns to face her.

“ What?! ” He snaps, clearly exhausted. He hated being woken up.

“Do you really think there’s a frozen head under Disney World?” She stammers. “Of course not, Toga. That’s horse shit,” Dabi yawns, rubbing his eyes as he moves to face the wall again.

“Oh. Okay,” She calmly says, and Dabi starts to drift off to sleep again.

“Hey, Dabi?” Toga whispers again. “Toga, go to sleep,” He says flatly, closing his eyes. If he didn’t see her as a younger sister, he would’ve kicked her out by now. It was getting irritating.

“How’d you get your scars?” She pries, curiosity in her tone. Dabi’s eyes snap open, but he says nothing.

“Dabi?” Her voice echoes off the walls, but he remains still as a statue. He holds his tongue and stares into the dark nothingness.

“Guess he fell asleep for real this time,” Toga mutters to herself before snuggling into the blanket and falling into dreams. Dabi, on the other hand, is now struck with insomnia.

‘Great,’ He thinks, ‘Now I’m going to be the one that has a nightmare.’

Chapter 7: Take Small Children By The Hand

BANG! BANG! BANG!“ Fucking shit! ” Dabi gasps as he jolts awake, sitting straight up. His left palm suddenly ignites as someone bangs on the suite door. Hawks bursts through the bedroom door in nothing but bright red boxers and brandishes one of his sword feathers, a half-asleep look on his face. Toga, on the other hand, remains fast asleep in the bed with the pillow on her head. Her mouth hangs open as she snores.

“DABI! HAWKS! OPEN UP! TOGA’S GONE!” Twice’s voice screams through the door. Dabi groans and mutters curses under his breath as he stalks toward the door and jerks it open.

“She’s in here, you crazy bastard. Let the whole resort know she’s missing why don’t ya. Shut the fuck up,” Dabi snaps, pointing toward Toga’s sleeping form. Twice sighs in relief and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Oh thank God. Compress and I were so worried when we checked on her this morning and saw she was gone,” He whispers, anxiously twiddling his thumbs.

“Well maybe if you morons weren’t creeping her out with your dumb theories, she still woulda been in there,” Dabi seethes under his breath.

“Huh?” Twice cocks his head, not sure if he heard Dabi correctly or not. Dabi just rolls his eyes and slams the door in his face. Hawks groggily puts his feather sword back into his wings, and Dabi just looks him up and down.

“What? Couldn’t put on a pair of pants?” Dabi mocks him, and Hawks’ face turns bright red.

“I-I didn’t know if you were in danger or not,” Hawks stammers, flustered.

“Uh-huh. Okay. Go get dressed,” Dabi snorts before pushing Hawks back into the bedroom and shutting the door. He yawns and stretches, wincing at the stretching staples in his back and abdomen before he goes to the table-bedside.

“Toga. Wake up. We gotta get ready to go. Twice is outside looking for you,” He whispers as he gently shakes her awake. Toga sleepily blinks awake and slowly lifts her head out from under the pillow.

“Morning, Dabiiiii,” She sings, smiling, “No nightmares.”

“Good. Now go with Twice so you can get dressed for the park. I figure you’ll wanna bring your princess headband ear things,” Dabi says softly as he tears the covers off.

“Okay, I’m going. I’m going,” Toga grumbles as she leaps off of the bed and opens the door.

“TOGA! I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY!” Twice shouts before wrapping her up in a bear hug.

“I’m fine! Sorry that I had to leave last night! Y’all were just being a little too scary for me. I’m excited!!! Let’s go!” She squeals before the two best friends run off skipping arm in arm together. Dabi closes the door and sniffs before walking to the bathroom to shower.

…

After breakfast, the group clamors onto one of the Disney Parks buses to get to the Magic Kingdom.

“Now, we must always stay with a buddy at all times throughout the park. We’ll go to Tomorrowland first after we get a picture in front of the castle,” Kurogiri explains, but only Spinner and Compress are listening. Shigaraki plays his Nintendo Switch while Toga, Twice, and Hawks look out the window. Dabi is half-asleep with his hood and mask pulled up, his earbuds blaring music at such a volume that it’s a wonder he’s even able to sleep.

“OOOH! OOOH! I SEE THE SIGN!” Toga squeals excitedly, grabbing Twice’s arm and shaking it.

“The most magical place on Earth! This is gonna suck,” Twice beams and then gripes, his head twitching back and forth. The bus takes a wide turn, making Dabi smack right into the pole, and he jerks awake. He takes out his earbuds and shoves them in the pockets of his black hoodie before looking out the window.

“Mess him up, Pikachu. Or I swear I’m going to evolve you,” Shigaraki mutters under his breath as he furiously clicks the buttons on his gaming system.

“Shigaraki. You can’t be on that the entire time. If you don’t put it up yourself, I’m going to take it away,” Kurogiri reprimands Tomura. The leader just growls and saves his game before sliding it into Kurogiri’s giant backpack. He was the designated “stuff-holder” for the trip because he was convinced his colleagues would lose everything. They would forget their heads at home if he wouldn’t remind them to put them on their shoulders.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please gather your personal belongings, watch your head and step as you exit, and take small children by the hand,” The bus-speaker sounds, promptly causing Dabi to grab Toga’s hand.

“Hey!” Toga frowns.

“You’re gonna look at me and tell me you’re not a small child?” Dabi teases her, and Toga pouts.

“I know what I am,” She sticks her tongue out at him, and he laughs before standing up. Kurogiri places his hands on Shigaraki’s shoulders to make sure he doesn’t wander off as they all step off the bus.

“Okay. Now, we have to go through the metal detector and the bag check,” Kurogiri mutters as they all begin walking from the bus stops toward the gates of the park.

“The, uh, the what now?” Toga mutters, suddenly nervous.

“Toga. Don’t tell me,” Dabi groans as he lets go of her hand. Hawks sighs.

“Did no one check her?” The winged hero remarks. Kurogiri takes a deep breath and walks up to Toga.

“Himiko. I’m going to warp all your knives away. I have to. We can’t go through the bag check. They’ll be in your room when you get back to the resort,” Kurogiri says authoritatively, and Toga reluctantly complies. The group crowds around the two to shield them from view as Toga gradually hands over all of her weapons to the wispy figure. A full five minutes go by before they’re all gone.

“Alright. Now, to Magic Kingdom!” Compress declares, and the group starts following the giant crowds.

Chapter 8: Main Street

“Where’s Dabi?” Twice suddenly asks as the group gathers behind the check area.

“He’s yelling at the cast members and calling them ableist fucks for inquiring about all the surgical staples and metal,” Hawks says flatly as he watches his boyfriend making obscene gestures.

“He’s gonna get us kicked out. Why is he so cranky?” Spinner complains.

“He’s always cranky. That’s his thing,” Shigaraki replies, but Toga shakes her head.

“No, it’s because of me. I don’t think he slept much last night because I kept asking him questions,” Toga admits, scratching her head where the Princess ears are rubbing.

“I’ll go handle it,” Kurogiri sighs as he walks over to the fuming twenty-four-year-old and the nervous cast member. The group watches Kurogiri step between them and relay something to the woman while Dabi holds his tongue, clearly irritated that Kurogiri is talking for him. Whatever he did, it seems to have worked, as the two walk back to the group.

“What did Kurogiri say?” Hawks raises his eyebrow.

“That he’s orchestrating a retreat for troubled individuals. Isn’t entirely a lie. And that I have anger issues. Which also, not entirely a lie,” Dabi growls before shoving one of his earbuds back in.

“I WANNA GO SEE THE CASTLE!” Toga whines, jumping up and down excitedly. “LET’S GO! LET’S GO!” She grabs Twice by the arm and the two begin skipping away.

“Well, shit. We gotta keep up or we’re gonna lose them. Come on,” Dabi sighs as he grabs Hawks’ hand and sprints after them, dragging the startled Pro behind him.

“We’ll meet you guys there!” Spinner calls out as he, Shigaraki, Compress, and Kurogiri stop by the map station.

…

“Alright, smiles on three! One! Two! Three!” The photographer says as he takes the group’s picture in front of the castle on Toga’s phone.

“THANK YOU SO MUCH!” She squeals as she checks the picture quality. "Are you suuuure no one wants to stay and watch the parade?" She pleads hopefully. All the boys groan and shake their heads.

“Is everyone ready to start heading to Tomorrowland?” Kurogiri asks as they start walking toward the bridge of the futuristic land.

“OOOH! OOOH! I wanna ride Astro Orbiter!” Twice jumps up and down, and Toga immediately joins him.

“YES!!!” She squeals in unison.

“Astro Orbiter? That sounds like it could be fun. Whaddya say, Shigaraki?” Spinner elbows him, and the leader just nods.

“Sounds cool. Sure, whatever,” He mutters, and the four of them sprint toward the center of Tomorrowland to stand in line for the red elevator.

“I feel like the Carousel of Progress will be quite thrilling!” Compress declares, and Kurogiri nods.

“I was thinking the exact same thing. You boys care to join us?” Kurogiri motions towards Dabi and Hawks.

“I’d rather eat glass,” Dabi says nonchalantly while Hawks’ eyes dart to the “Buzz Lightyear” ride.

“HOLY SHIT! DABI! LOOK! COMPETITION! OUR FAVORITE! LET’S GO!” Hawks squawks before dragging his boyfriend to the obnoxiously long ride queue.

Chapter 9: Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin

Hawks taps Dabi on the shoulder as he stares at all the bright colors in the ride queue, completely in his own world.

“What?” He groans, turning away from the animatronic Buzz Lightyear to face Hawks.

“Why don’t you hold my hand while we’re in line?” He stammers, anxiously tapping his foot on the ground as he looks back at a couple several feet ahead of them. They’re being over-the-top lovey-dovey and giggling in the line.

“What are you talking about?” Dabi rolls his eyes before following Hawks’ gaze. He snorts and shakes his head.

“Are you ashamed of me or something?” Hawks pouts.

“Of course not, idiot,” Dabi retorts, standing up straight instead of leaning on the railing. Now, he’s looking down at Hawks rather than being eye-level, making the hero’s heart race. Dabi’s eyebrows furrow for a minute, and he seems to struggle to find an explanation. “I’m just…not used to being all…romantic or whatever…in public…is all. Are you really jealous of a couple of strangers?”

“Maybe,” Hawks mumbles, and his wings droop as they move forward the next few feet with the line. They’re almost to the room where they’ll get in the cars. Dabi sighs and looks straight ahead, but he can feel his boyfriend’s disappointed gaze.

“Ugh, fuck. Fffffiiine ,” Dabi growls under his breath before abruptly grabbing Hawks’ hand. Hawks makes a high-pitched surprised noise reminiscent of a dog toy squeaker that makes the scarred villain smile beneath his mask.

“You gonna shut up now, Birdbr-” Dabi is cut off by Hawks clinging to his arm like a toddler, almost making him run into the railing. However, the tiny flare of reflexive anger is extinguished when he looks down to see Hawks’ head resting on his shoulder.

“You just couldn’t stop at handholding could you,” Dabi sighs, trying to sound annoyed.

“C’mon, are you really surprised?” Hawks smirks as they reach the cast member.

“Honestly, not even a little bit,” Dabi replies as they dart on the moving sidewalk and hop into the brightly colored.

“Okay, prepare to looooose, burnt bacon bitch,” Hawks teases, cracking his knuckles as the car closes.

“Ohhh I’m gonna destroy you, chicken boy,” Dabi laughs as they both start shooting the targets.

…

“DAMNIT!” Dabi curses as he misses two of the Z targets. He’d managed to hit every single target so far and was practically smoking when his streak was ruined.

“Dabi! There are children!” Hawks scolds him as he continues shooting the fake laser gun.

“WHAT THE FUCK! I HIT THAT!” A parent two cars ahead of them screams, and Dabi looks at Hawks with an amused expression. A flash goes off in Dabi’s peripheral vision, and he spots the fading glowing light of the ride camera as they near the middle of the ride. If Hawks was so upset with him not being over the top with P.D.A., he’d give him exactly what he wanted. Right as they near the spot with the flash, Dabi unhooks one side of his mask, roughly pulls down Hawks’ mask, and kisses him. It was very short, just enough to get it on the camera, and then Dabi immediately pulled both of their masks back on.

Hawks is completely frozen in the seat while Dabi continues shooting the targets.

“Wow, guess I’m gonna win by even more now. You still playing?” He teases.

“I hate you,” Hawks stutters before he grasps the laser gun and frantically tries to aim to catch up again. “You cheated.”

“I’m using my resources ,” Dabi smirks, “Besides, I was several hundred ahead of you, anyway.”

“Whatever,” Hawks mutters, stepping on Dabi’s foot.

“Pfft, you liked it,” Dabi snickers, ignoring the tantrum.

“Shut up,” Hawks says indignantly, trying to be mad and failing miserably.

“Never,” Dabi winks as his score continues to climb miles above his boyfriend’s.

Chapter 10: Astro Orbiter

"This is it? I thought the elevator ride was in Hollywood Studios?" Shigaraki grumbles as he crosses his arms in frustration. The group of four had been waiting in the ride queue for almost an hour now, and everyone but Spinner was growing impatient.

"I've heard you can see the whole park from the top!" Toga squeals excitedly, and Spinner checks the time on his phone as they move up a few more steps.

"The elevator takes us to the ride, boss," Twice beams, and Shigaraki sighs.

"Whatever. I just hate how long we've been standing here," He growls as they approach the cast member.

"How many in your party?" The Disney employee smiles, and Toga holds up four fingers.

"Right this way please," The man says, gesturing to wait in a small enclosed gate before the elevator.

"OOOOOOOH! THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!" Toga screams, hugging twice as she jumps up and down.

"It better be," Tomura complains, and Spinner just pats him on the shoulder.

"It'll be fun, Shigaraki. Don't worry," He smiles. The elevator dings, and the doors open. The cast member gestures for the group to head inside, and they all pack into the red elevator. Shigaraki eyes the walls uneasily as the elevator shoots skyward until it comes to a screeching halt. As the doors open, they all step out onto the platform.

"Oh, this looks like that Dumbo ride," Spinner remarks as they all begin to step forward. Shigaraki watches the spinning rockets in awe as the previous rides slowly come back down to Earth. As they disembark, the villains approach the ride. Toga and Twice force themselves into the rocket behind Spinner and Shigaraki.

"There's only one seatbelt?!" Shigaraki exclaims as he digs for one, and Spinner nods.

"Just hold on tight, boss. I won't let ya fall out," He chuckles.

"WOOHOOOO! LET'S GOOOOO!" Toga and Twice scream in unison, laughing as the cast member gives the OK to start the ride. However, as soon as the spinning machine begins to lift into the air, Shigaraki realizes just how high they are above the ground. They have a perfect view of the castle, but everyone in Tomorrowland looks like ants.

"OH MY GOD! GET ME DOWN GET ME DOWN GET ME DOWN!" He screams, but Spinner just smirks and makes the ship ascend higher into the air.

"It's alright boss. It's perfectly safe," He reassures Shigaraki, who is paling quickly beneath the hand on his face.

"FASTER! FASTER!" Toga cries out with glee as Twice makes their rocket erratically go up and down.

"GUYS! I SEE DABI!" Twice shouts as he points far below. Hawks is literally dragging him to one of the face paint stands, and Dabi rolls his eyes as he hands the cast member a bill as Hawks leaps into the chair.

"OH! THERE'S COMPRESS!" Toga waves to their companion down below as he and Kurogiri come out of the Carousel of Progress.

"I DON'T CARE! I WANT DOWN!" The leader screams.

"Shiggy, you ain't gonna last on any of the big rides if you're scared of heights," Spinner rolls his eyes, and Shigaraki glares at him.

"You idiot! It wouldn't be a problem if I was PROPERLY SECURED!" Tomura wails.

"It's completely safe, dude!" Twice calls as the ride slows to a stop, and all of the rockets return to the platform.

Shigaraki scrambles out of the rocket, leaving Spinner to climb out by himself. He sprints to the elevator, ignoring the cast member's reminder to walk for his own safety.

Chapter 11: On Your Marks!

“There you guys are!” Hawks beams as he skips toward Kurogiri and Compress. The side of his face bears Lightning McQueen’s racing number in a gold and red that matches his eyes and wings. Dabi reluctantly trudges behind him, muttering something about overpriced paint jobs.

“Where’s everyone else?” Dabi raises his eyebrow as he looks around. Compress and Kurogiri exchange concerned glances before they hear a sound similar to the stampede from The Lion King. Shigaraki comes barrelling past the ride queue for the red elevator and almost topples Kurogiri as he runs right into him.

“DON’T EVER LET ME RIDE ANYTHING THAT HIGH EVER AGAIN!” He screams, and Dabi tries to hide his laughter as Hawks stares uncomfortably at the situation. Kurogiri’s eyes narrow as Twice, Toga, and Spinner approach the group.

“Found out that Tomura’s scared of heights,” Spinner shrugs, and Compress adjusts his tophat.

“Can we ride something that’s on the ground?!” Shigaraki whines, and Twice immediately points toward Tomorrowland Speedway. “BOSS! BOSS! THERE’S RACING CARS!” Twice excitedly shouts, jumping up and down. Dabi and Hawks exchange competitive smirks.

“Gonna try to make up for your crushing defeat at Buzz Lightyear?” Dabi teases, and Hawks’ feathers ruffle.

“Eat my dust, bitch!” He laughs as he and Twice make a break for the line.

“HEY! WAIT FOR ME!” Toga squeals as she sprints after them.

…

The entire League is in line for the racecars, and Shigaraki and Twice can hardly contain their excitement.

“The track seems kinda short,” Spinner complains, but no one else pays any attention.

“Guys! Guys! It’s our turn!” Toga beams excitedly as everyone piles into their own cars.

“All right racers start your engines!” The cast member calls, and the ride suddenly roars to life. As soon as the green light shines, everyone slams on the gas pedals…only to discover that the cars don’t max out. The League members coast along on the track.

“WOOHOOO! THIS IS SO FUN!” Shigaraki and Twice yell, clearly the only ones having the time of their lives.

WHAM!Dabi turns around in the seat to see Hawks slamming into his vehicle with a triumphant grin on his face.

“OOOH! I WANNA CRASH INTO DABI, TOO!” Toga screams from the car beside him.

“Toga, I swear !” The scarred villain growls, but Toga whips her steering wheel to the side, only to stop moments before side-swiping Dabi.

“Aw, man! They’re on rail tracks! No fair!” She pouts, and Dabi slams on the gas pedal, trying to get away from them.

“I do rather enjoy this one,” Compress says to no one in particular as he and Kurogiri take the lead, nearing the finish line.

Chapter 12: Space Adventure! It's An Adventure In Spaaaace!

"Come on, Hawks. What are you a chicken?" Dabi teases his boyfriend as the group stands in front of the Space Mountain queue.

"I don't...really...like...rollercoasters," Shigaraki mumbles to Kurogiri, and Spinner and Compress nod in agreement. Hawks twiddles his thumbs, his face turning red.

"It's not that I'm a chicken...it's just...really dark in there. And my night vision isn't what it used to be...and...all the screaming and stuff...I'll just get too overstimulated in there," Hawks stammers to Dabi's chagrin.

"I'd be right behind you or in front of you, Birdbrain. There's nothing to be scared of," Dabi grumbles, but Hawks vigorously shakes his head.

"No. I'll just go on the Peoplemover with Spinner and Shiggy. We'll be able to see you guys in there anyway," Hawks says quickly, putting a hand on the leader's shoulder and a wing around the lizard.

"Peoplemover?" Shigaraki raises his eyebrow.

"It's like a little cart ride that goes around all of Tomorrowland. It's up that escalator," Spinner explains, pointing at the blue trolley that coasts above them.

"I believe the laugh floor might be a worthwhile attraction, Kurogiri," Compress whispers in the wispy man's ear, and he nods. The group splits off again, leaving Dabi, Toga, and Twice at the entrance to Space Mountain.

"Well, guess it's just us three," Dabi sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he turns around to face them. Toga and Twice are jumping up and down with excitement, absolutely ecstatic to ride the coaster. ...

The wait time for the coaster was an hour, and Dabi was feeling the repercussions of his choice. Nonetheless, he was determined to ride Space Mountain, despite Toga and Twice's incessant excited banter.

"Dabi! Dabi! Dabi! Are you gonna ride the teacups with us after?!" Toga squeals, poking the scarred man in the shoulder. Dabi leers down at her, his eyes narrowing.

"Not a chance in Hell," He shudders. The mere thought of that ride made him nauseous.

"Guess it's just you and me, then, Toga!" Twice smiles from ear to ear as they move up in the ride queue. They were all thankful that there was some cool stuff to look at in the line, but the trio was getting impatient.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! I see the track names!" Toga giggles, jumping up and down in anticipation. Dabi and Twice follow her pointing to read the two signs: Alpha and Omega. Upon reading the names, Dabi snickers under his breath.

"What's so funny?" Toga asks, raising her eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it. Come on, the line's moving," Dabi ushers her forward, rolling his eyes. The trio reach the cast member, who directs them into the next car lineup.

"EEEK! I'm so excited!" Toga shrieks while Twice practically shakes with glee. Dabi absentmindedly taps on the gate as they see the coaster pull up, and their gates swing open. Twice sits in the front seat while Toga sits in the middle, leaving Dabi to climb into the back. They all pull down the lap bars as the rocket starts to move forward, and the cast member waves as they go into the tunnel.

...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Toga screams as the coaster swerves back and forth, climbing up and down in the darkness. Twice switches every other moment between laughing and screaming. Meanwhile, Dabi is looking around at all the fake comets and stars, smirking at the special effects and the feeling of the air whipping through his hair. He's definitely thankful he replaced his staples before the trip, otherwise he might've risked pulling one with all the jerking and speed. The coaster slows down through a blinking red tunnel, and Toga pouts.

"Aw, it's over already?" Toga mutters, removing her hands from her Minnie ears. She was holding onto them for dear life only moments ago. Dabi sharply inhales and leans forward, holding the ears to her head just as the coaster suddenly jerks again so they don't fly off.

"THANKS, DABI!" Toga cries out over the screams bouncing off the walls of the indoor coaster. She puts her hands back up on her head, and Dabi jokingly ruffles her hair as he lets go and leans back again. A few moments pass, and the coaster slows, curving down, and they begin to see light at the end of the tunnel.

"WOW! THAT WAS SO FUCKING COOL! I'm never riding that again," Twice switches as the car stops and the lap bars raise.

"TEACUP TIME! TEACUP TIME!" Toga shouts as they all scramble out of the carts. Toga and Twice link arms and begin skipping toward the exit walk-through while Dabi checks his phone. He has at least ten Snapchats from Hawks, and they're all pictures of him taking selfies with unsuspecting and oblivious Spinner and Shigaraki. At one point, it looks like Shigaraki is about to decay Hawks' wings in the background. Dabi groans before running after Toga and Twice.

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Part Seven of Alone Together :))))))) Part One. Part Six. AO3 Link.

Steve paces around his living room. Eddie kissed him. That means he has to like him, yeah? Or was this just him going through with tradition? He did run out after it.

Did he regret it? But he had kissed him twice. But he ran.

Steve groans and flops down on his couch. He didn’t sleep well the night before, and he really needs a nap. He closes his eyes.

What if this changes things between him and Eddie but not in a good way? What if Eddie realizes that he isn’t what he wants and things get awkward between them?

Steve’s eyes blink open. He sighs wishing his thoughts would stop racing every time he tried to rest. He takes a deep breath.

“Let’s approach this differently, Steve,” he mumbles resting his eyes. He imagines what would happen if all these what ifs went away and Eddie did like him. He smiles. Eddie would still flirt with him as always, maybe more obnoxiously than before, but this time Steve knows it’s real. And he could shut him up with a kiss.

Before he realizes, Steve starts dozing off, dreaming of New Year’s kisses and resolutions made with Eddie. If only dreams could become reality.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve wakes up to the ringing of his telephone. He cracks one eye open and wills it to stop. To his surprise it does, and he immediately closes his eyes again. He drifts off for what feels like a short period but wakes up again to his doorbell ringing.

He sits up with a grunt and runs a hand over his face. When did it get dark, and what time is it? He makes his way to his front door and opens it. “What do you want?” he asks to the small group standing in front of him.

“We’ve been calling you for over an hour. We’re going to look at Christmas lights. Are you coming or not?” Dustin asks.

Steve shivers. “What time is it?”

“It’s like seven,” Will chimes in.

Will, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas stare at him with slight concern. “Just... give me a few minutes,” Steve requests.

“We’ll be waiting in the RV,” Lucas says, turning around.

Steve’s eyes shoot up taking in the large vehicle he somehow didn’t see parked in front of his house. “You guys didn’t steal it this time, right?”

“No, not this time. Eddie said he knew a guy and...” Dustin trails off. “We’re going to check on that.”

As the four of them walk away, Mike and Will question when they stole an RV and Lucas and Dustin tell them the tale of Eddie hotwiring one. Steve shakes his head when he realizes how cool the kids think that is. He’ll have to make sure Eddie doesn’t teach any of them.

He closes the front door and grabs an apple and some warmer clothes. And maybe he uses most of his few minutes to fix his hair while finishing the apple. He takes a deep breath before he walks outside. He locks his door and approaches the driver side door and knocks.

Eddie swings the door open and hops out. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Steve says unable to hide his smile. He and Eddie kind of just hover there for a few moments, not knowing what to do in each other’s presence. Steve really wants to kiss him.

The car horn beeps loudly. “Shut the door! It’s cold! Let’s go!” Dustin yells, laying on the horn.

Steve squeezes Eddie’s shoulder and moves past him to climb in the vehicle. “Yeah, yeah, no need to cause a scene, dude.”

“You literally don’t have neighbors, and no one is on the road.”

“I’m saying that for future use. Now go sit down,” Steve says as Eddie climbs into the passenger seat. “Is everyone ready?”

There’re shouts of affirmation, but Steve still makes sure to check that everyone is sitting down, and that Eddie has his seatbelt on, before he pulls out into the road. As he drives off, he realizes, “I have no idea where I’m going.”

A hand squeezes his shoulder. “Don’t worry,” Nancy says, “I’m behind you with directions.”

“Always prepared,” Steve comments with a small smile. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Eddie’s hand clench in a fist for a moment. He reaches over and rests his hand over Eddie’s which immediately relaxes and turns to hold Steve’s.

Nancy guides them around from neighborhood to neighborhood while all the kids press up against the windows. They boo at houses with no lights and sing along to the Christmas tape in the car stereo. Jonathan even immerges with a thermos full of hot chocolate along with Styrofoam cups and marshmallows.

Steve parks the RV when they go to their last stop at a decorated park. They all get out with cups in hand as they carefully hurry to a large, lit-up Christmas tree.

Eddie chugs his cocoa and ends up yelling that he’ll race everyone to the tree. Only Dustin takes him up on it, and Steve chuckles as they run off.

Robin comes up next to him and nudges him. “I saw that moment outside the RV earlier. What was that about?” She sips at her hot chocolate, but it doesn’t hide her prying grin.

Steve glances around and takes note of them being a bit behind the rest of the group. Nancy even gives them their space to talk. Steve lowers his voice, “Don’t make a big deal about it but... Eddie and I kissed yesterday.”

“You what?!” Robin yells, effectively getting everyone’s attention. She quickly realizes her mistake and yells back, “Sorry! Steve just told me that he took a sip of my hot chocolate when I wasn’t looking, and that means germs, and I really can’t be getting sick so close to Christmas because-”

“We got it, sweetheart!” Nancy says with a knowing smile, redirecting the group’s attention elsewhere.

“God, I love her. But you and Eddie kissed! You know that means he has to like you.”

Steve sips at his drink then shakes his head. “Hardly. He did it because it’s tradition when there’s mistletoe.”

“That actually worked?!”

“That was you?”

Robin laughs, “No, that was actually Nancy. Told me that was the push you two needed if what I was telling her was right.” Steve looks ahead at Nancy incredibly thankful that he was able to keep her in his life. “Hey, don’t look at my girlfriend like that.”

Steve shoves Robin a bit and rolls his eyes. “You know I look at you the same way – strictly platonic.”

“I know,” Robin says with a smile, wrapping her arm around Steve’s.

They all make it to the tree where Eddie is holding Dustin in a headlock. “Let go of me you asshole!” Dustin yells but his giggling defuses all the venom in his tone. Eddie pulls him into a crushing hug instead before releasing him to Suzie. Steve catches Eddie’s eyes filled with childlike joy and gives him a smile. Eddie’s smiles at him equally as bright and joins him and Robin.

Less than five minutes go by before the teens start complaining about being cold – after Argyle comments with chattering teeth about Indiana weather being way colder than California. Argyle and Max get into a discussion about it on the way back with her giving him tips on how to adjust.

The drive back is spent mostly in silence besides the Christmas music still playing. Most of the people in the back start to doze off even though it’s not too late, but the nonstop holiday festivities are starting to catch up to them.

Eddie rests a hand on Steve’s leg as he taps along to the rhythm of each song. And once Steve reassures Nancy that he knows where he is, she starts to doze off on Robin’s shoulder. At every stop sign, Steve picks up Eddie’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it, and Eddie squeezes his thigh every time he puts it back down. Steve is glad the kids aren’t awake to comment about the cheesiness of it.

The last stop is Robin’s house, and on her way out she covers Eddie’s ears and tells Steve, “Go get him, tiger.”

Steve shouts out after her to never say that again, and she throws her head back and cackles.

“Did you hear that?” Steve asks Eddie as he makes sure Robin gets inside safely.

“Not a word, tiger,” Eddie replies with a wink.

Steve curses under his breath and starts on his way back to his home. Eddie hums along to the Christmas music then slowly starts singing along. Steve reluctantly joins in praying Eddie won’t make a huge deal out of it. He does.

Halfway to his house, Steve starts giving himself an internal pep talk. He can talk to Eddie and tell him he has feelings for him. He’s Steve Harrington, and when he knows what he wants he goes after it. No shame or hesitation. All he has to do is tell Eddie his feelings. Easy.

“You alright over there?” Eddie asks tentatively. “You didn’t sing the chorus of ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree,’ and I just have a feeling that you love that song.”

He’s right, but Steve isn’t going to admit that right now when he has something more pressing to admit. “Eddie I...” Steve trails off but Eddie waits patiently for once. “You know this pact we made?”

Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, and Steve can see him fiddling with his rings out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, man, I remember.”

“I was just thinking maybe we should... stop it.”

Eddie doesn’t reply. Shit. This is what Steve was worried about. He doesn’t want to stop because he wants it to be fake. Maybe he really doesn’t like him.

“Is this because I kissed you?” Eddie asks quietly.

“No. I mean yeah. That’s partially it, but I think it was a nudge from Robin that finally pushed me in the right direction,” Steve admits.

Eddie scoffs and coldly mutters, “The right direction. And this came from Buckley?”

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He didn’t think Eddie would get rude about his feelings. “Yeah, Nancy too.”

God, he feels like that was somehow the wrong thing to say too. Why is he upset that Robin and Nancy know about Steve’s feelings for him?

“Sorry, this is going way worse than I imagined,” Steve admits hoping that will clear the air a bit as he sees his house in the distance. “I just needed to tell you how I feel because I really really like-”

There’s an extra car in his driveway.

“Fuck,” Steve panics.

“It’s fine, dude. It’s whatever,” Eddie spits out.

Why are his parents home early? Why right now? Steve comes to a stop further away from his house so his parents won’t be able to see him yet. He turns to Eddie. “I-” he stops when he takes in his appearance – fists clenched, mouth in a flat line, and eyes slightly watery.

“Eddie, hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t think the news would upset you so much or I wouldn’t have said anything.”

“You didn’t think it would upset me? Are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie asks.

Steve shifts in his seat, and stares at Eddie in utter confusion. “I think... I think there’s been a misunderstanding. If not, I’m confused.”

“Nope, I heard you loud and clear, Harrington. And you’re confused? Imagine how I feel! Christ, just fuck off, man.”

What the fuck? “Are you kidding me?’ Steve asks in disbelief. “I tell you that I have feelings for-” A movement out of the corner of his eye cuts him off. The front door of his house opens. Shit. “You know what? Forget it. Bye, Munson and Merry Christmas.” Steve punctuates it with the slam of the car door. He walks towards his front porch where his mother stands.

He can’t fucking deal with this right now.

“Steven, honey? What were you doing in that thing?” His mom asks with clear disgust in her voice.

“What are you doing home? I thought you were gone through the New Year,” Steve asks brushing past her and inside the house.

“Shoes off at the door,” his mom says as he’s already unlacing his shoes. “Your dad and I are stopping by to grab a few things on our way to his next conference.”

Great his dad is here. “How long are you staying?”

“Tone, Steven. We’re leaving tonight.”

Steve slowly turns to face her. “Tonight? It’s getting late, aren’t you going to stay the night?” Steve asks, because no matter how difficult his family is, tonight he wants at least some sort of peace of mind knowing he isn’t entirely alone in the house.

“I’m afraid we just didn’t schedule it that way, but I’m glad I get to see you so I can give you your Christmas card in person.” His mom starts towards the table near the entrance where an envelope lays. She hands it to him, and Steve holds back a scoff.

“Thank you, Mom. Merry Christmas. I’m going to go to bed – not feeling too well,” Steve lies, not having the energy to talk to her any longer.

“Alright,” she replies with the least concern in the world.

Steve is just happy she lets him go in peace.

“Oh, and Steven, sweetie?” she calls out. Steve turns on the stairs. “Clean all of this up by New Years, will you?” She asks but it’s not a question.

“Yes, Mother,” Steve says making his way to the room careful not to slam his door the way he wants to. He doubts his father will want to make an effort to see him, and he’s thankful for that. He can’t wait to explain to Robin how he got him, Tiger.

Part Eight

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