#a cursed ring does not interest me i’m sorry

[romanticintheory]

Can you do something fluffy and domestic with Price. Like maybe him trying to ask civilian reader out on a date, and everything is just going against him. (He eventually does get to ask her whether or not it was how he planned it.)

john wants to ask his favorite waiter/waitress out on a date, but the universe seems to have other plans for him.

john price x gn!reader

fluff, john trying his best, domesticity

a/n: ty for the request!! you’re my first one so i hope you like it <3 also, let’s just pretend like the timeline of this fic makes sense :)

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Oh, this poor man was hopeless from the start. He had been interested in you for a while and was finding the courage within himself to finally ask you out. He felt silly about the ache in his chest whenever he thought about what your response might be. He just wanted to do right by you was all. So, when he was finally out of his latest mission and allowed to take a break, he was determined to pop the question to you.

The plan was to stop by the flower shop and buy a simple bouquet for you, but when he found himself in front of the store it had been closed. “Family Emergency. Will be back next week.” He didn’t have a week.

Okay, so, no flowers. It was disappointing, to say the least, but he could make do. 

You were nearing the end of your shift when your coworker, Missy, tapped you on the shoulder. As you turned away from the table you were cleaning, she leaned down and whispered in your ear, “There’s that hot man here, again. He’s asking for you, dear.”

She ended her news with a knowing wink. Looking past her shoulder, you could clearly see John sitting at a table with a menu in his hands. Your cheeks flushed at Missy’s insinuation.

“Thanks,” you managed to choke out, hoping she didn’t notice how flustered you were.

“Of course. That’s the second time, just so you know,” she reminded teasingly, nudging you with her elbow encouragingly before leaving to go attend to her own tables.

Out of the three times John had been to your restaurant (including this one), he spent the last two specifically requesting your presence. Though you tried not to think much of it, you couldn’t ignore the way it made your heart flutter.

Straightening your uniform, you made your way to his table with a genuine smile—a stark contrast to the fake one you give to other customers just for the sake of work. John pretended like he wasn’t secretly watching you in the periphery of his vision and looked up at you once you found your way to him.

“It’s nice to see you again,” you beamed.

“‘S nice to see you too,” he replied, unable to keep that lovestruck smile off his face. “How have you been, sweetheart?”

You laughed softly, “I’ve been alright. You know, just the same old. How about you, John?”

“I’m afraid it’s been the same for me. Just got off a mission.” Not once did his eyes leave yours. It was almost intimidating, the way he was so dedicated to giving you his full attention.

“Really? You’ll have to tell me about it sometime,” you said hopefully.

It was the perfect opportunity for him. All he had to say was, ”Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime,” and he almost pulled it off.

“Actually, I—”

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

Internally cursing himself, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw the contact Laswell flashing on his screen. Usually, when she called, it was something worth hearing. He looked up at you apologetically, but you just smiled and waved your hand at him to let him know it was okay.

Standing up, he answered Kate’s call and pressed his phone between his ear and his shoulder. You couldn’t hear much of what the other person was saying. It was mostly just John nodding his head, saying a quick “yes” or “no,” or mentioning what you assumed were his colleagues' names.

Gathering his things, he turned to you and gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave, right now. I apologize for wasting your time like this.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry! It’s nice to have seen you anyway, and I’m glad you’re doing well. I don’t mind, honestly,” you reassured him, secretly disappointed at the fact that his visit was so short-lived.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “If it's not too out of line, may I ask when you get off work?”

Throwing all caution to the wind, you quickly answered, “At about ten thirty.”

“Ten thirty, all right,” he said (more so to himself than you). “Have a good rest of your shift, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, I hope all is well at work,” you nodded, watching as his eyes lingered on your for a moment before he left for the door.

The entire time he was back at work the thought of you sat in the back of his mind. Honestly, he couldn’t even remember why he was there. Something about an important lead? Or maybe a new contact? Honestly, his head was in the clouds.

Even though you didn’t know he was going to ask you out, he still felt guilty for not being able to pop the question to you. As soon as he left the meeting, he was out the door. It was already ten, and it took about twenty-five minutes to get to the restaurant. He silently cursed himself for the second time that day, still determined to get in his car and see if, by some miracle, he could catch you.

He had imagined himself in the exact opposite situation he was currently in. He had wanted to be out of uniform in something more presentable and approachable, being able to spend his time with you without any interruptions. Now, he was having to rush his pace with his uniform on as he attempted to make up for his first failed attempt at asking you out. He didn’t want to be the captain with you, just John Price. 

Peeking into the front door of the now-closed restaurant, he scanned the few workers left inside to see if any of them were you only to be met with disappointment. His frustrated grew ten-fold as he turned away from the door, making his way back to his car.

Just as he was about to hop in, you were exiting the side door with your uniform in hand.

“John?” you called out, stopping just a few feet away from him. You almost didn’t recognize him with the way he was dressed (not that you were complaining).

He whirled around instantly at the sound of your voice. “(Y/n),” he started. “I almost thought I missed you.” You smiled. “No, one of my coworkers needed help with something so I stayed behind just a little bit.” “How kind of you. Most would leave as soon as they were able,” he praised, shutting his car door behind him.

“She’s always been kind to me. I figured the least I could do is repay her.” You paused. “So, uh, what brings you back here so late?”

You.

“Well, I was just…” Why was he nervous? He had asked out plenty of people before (though none quite like you). For Christ’s sake, he was a disciplined soldier capable of incredible feats without breaking a single sweat. He’s faced dangerous criminals with a calm face and a stable mind, but with you, oh, it was like everything he ever learned went out the window.

You waited expectantly with bated breath.

“Well, I was actually wondering if you would want to go out with me sometime. Anywhere you like,” he finally managed. “‘Course, feel free to say no. I promise I won’t be hurt.”

He’s lying, of course, but you didn’t need to know that.

Your face lit up at his question, answering with an immediate, “Yes, I’d love to!”

Finally, finally, he could release the breath he was holding. His shoulders visibly relaxed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grinned at your response.

“How do you feel about movie and a dinner?”

Maybe it didn't go exactly as he'd planned, but at least you said yes, right?

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[number1mingyustan]

Today, Tomorrow, and Forever ☾ ♡

husband!seungchol x fem!reader, newlyweds au

Warnings: cursing, explicit smut, unprotected sex (missionary), soft sex, oral (f.), multiple orgasms, body worship, creampie, soft!dom cheol, they are so in love

Summary: You mean everything to him and more

Word Count: 2.3k

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(a/n: school started again and i’ve been so inactive i’m sorry y’all 💔)

You feel like a teenager again. The two of you are giggly and stumbling all over yourselves, drunk off of your love and the little bit of champagne you shared earlier.

Seungchol pushes the elevator button once for the sixth floor, and when it doesn’t immediately light up he starts aggressively pressing it over and over again. You giggle, placing your hand on top of his.

“Calm down baby… there’s no need to rush,” You grin.

“I finally got you all to myself… don’t wanna waste another moment.” He says.

The elevator door is about to close and Seungchol is already plotting all the things he’s gonna do to you when you get upstairs. Matter of fact, what he’s planning to do to you right here in the elevator even.

But before he can act on any of his desires, a hand stops the elevator from closing and a woman steps inside. She’s a little breathless, making it obvious she was in a bit of a rush to get here.

Seungchol has to hold himself back from groaning out loud. He finally got a moment alone with you and it’s been ruined again.

You nudge him when you notice the way he’s blatantly rolling his eyes.

“Thank you, I thought I wasn’t going to make it,” The woman says as she fully steps into the elevator.

“Mhm. What floor?” Seungchol asks with the least bit of interest in his voice.

You nudge him again and he sighs.

“The fifth please,” the woman says with a smile. “And might I just say…. you are gorgeous. Congratulations to the two of you I’m assuming.”

She takes notice of your attire.

Seungchol is holding the bottom of your white dress with the utmost care so it doesn’t drag.

It’s your wedding day, well wedding night really now. It’s the whole reason Seungchol has been so antsy and handsy.

As much as he loves all your family and friends, the reception was meant to be over hours ago. He didn’t want it to end, considering it was still your special day, but he wanted some alone time with his beautiful wife.

Conversation started to get exhausting, hearing the constant congratulations and saying ‘thank you’ and smiling for hours on end.

He truly couldn’t have been happier, but he wanted to spend some time with his beautiful wife.

Nonetheless, today was the best day of your entire life. You can’t help but look down at the gorgeous ring decorating your finger.

“Oh! Thank you,” you smile. “Yeah… it’s our big day.”

“I wish the two of you the best.” She smiles.

“Thank you,” Seunchol smiles. “We appreciate it.”

She gives another genuine smile. “I know you probably know this, but marriage isn’t easy by any means. But just know that no matter what happens, she’s always right.” The woman jokes.

Seungchol chuckles and looks at you with a genuine look in his eyes. “I didn’t have to marry her to know that.”

The woman laughs and the elevator sings when it reaches the fifth floor. “Well this is my stop. It was nice meeting you too and I wish you the best.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

She steps out and waves before the doors shut again.

“She was sweet,” You comment.

“Mhm,” He pulls your body closer to his protectively. “But now it’s just you and me for the rest of the night.”

He starts leaving kisses along your neck. But before it can escalate, the elevator reaches the sixth floor and the door opens in front of you.

He holds the key in his pocket and begins pulling you out the elevator and toward your room for the night. He doesn’t let your dress touch the ground, even as he scrambles for the key and opens the door.

When he does, your eyes go wide at the sight before you.

The hotel room is incredible. It’s spacious and the bed is huge, decorated with rose petals and a bottle of champagne. The pillows are heart shaped and there are balloons touching the ceiling.

“Do you like it?” Seungchol asks.

You turn back at him with glossy eyes. “I love it. I can’t believe you did all this.”

“You put so much into planning the wedding… I figured I could do a little special something for you.”

You’re quick you wrap your arms around him. He nearly drops the train of your dress with how much force you use to embrace him. He holds you in his arms, rubbing your back lightly.

“I know I’ve said it a million times… but you look so beautiful.”

The love in his eyes is pure and genuine. There’s a slight glimmer every time he stares at you and he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to.

You don't hesitate to place your lips on his. It's a sweet kiss but it escalates quickly. He holds you by the waist gently as he kisses you back. Your lips mold together perfectly as he holds you close to him.

The kiss grows passionate quickly, and he's soon lifting you up and placing you on the large bed gently. He kneels down in front of you and helps you to take off your heels. He rubs your feet soothingly, allowing his head to disappear under your dress momentarily to leave loving kisses along your legs.

He places your shoes upright on the floor before standing to his feet and leaning over to capture your lips in another kiss. Your hands undo the buttons of his tux and the white button up he has on underneath.

He stands shirtless in front of you with a grin plastered on his face. "You're so beautiful," he mumbles. He plants a kiss on your shoulder before his hands find their way to the zipper on the back of your dress. He slides it down with care and helps you step out of the dress.

He takes your wedding dress and hangs it up before returning to you on the bed. He pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear softly. "Can I take this down?" he asks.

You look up at him with soft eyes and nod.

Carefully, he takes out all the pins holding up your hair and allows it to fall down onto your shoulders. His hand cups your cheek and he kisses you again.

He crawls on top of you without breaking the kiss. He plants his body between your thighs and runs his fingers along your exposed skin.

"Wait! I bought a new set just for tonight!" You break the kiss and sit up on the bed quickly.

He pushes you back down onto the bed gently. "Baby don't worry about it. Save it for this weekend when we go on honeymoon. Don't wanna waste another minute."

Singlehandedly, he removes his belt and tosses it onto the floor before doing the same with his pants. He begins kissing down your neck, trailing down to your collarbone and the curve of your breasts. His hand undoes the back of your bra before he tosses it and continues trailing down your body with kisses.

"Cheol..." you whine when his puckered lips reach the hem of your panties.

"Don't tell me you're being impatient now... you were ready to do an outfit change a few minutes ago," he chuckles.

"That's only because I suddenly remembered. It's what most couples do on their wedding night, no?"

He grins. "When have we ever been like most couples?" He slides your panties down and tosses them before he spreads your legs and dips his head between your thighs.

He doesn't warn you before attaching his lips to your clit and sucking on the sensitive bud. You hiss and arch your back off the bed at the sudden jolt of pleasure pulsing through your body. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping his strands tightly.

He licks a stripe between your folds before reattaching his lips to your clit and sucking. You squirm beneath him, but he doesn't mind. It actually boosts his ego, knowing he can make you squirm so much and so quickly.

"Shit," you breathe out as you tug at his hair.

He grins when he feels your arousal starting to coat his face. He's determined to make his new wife feel good and he's relentless in his movements. His tongue is everywhere, darting inside of you and latching along your clit.

You're still writhing beneath him, struggling as he pleasures you to the max.

Your husband has always been a giver.

"Cheol-ah! I'm close," you warn him.

You can feel him grin against your skin. He wraps his arms around you thighs and pins your body down. His tongue is moving quickly, heart set on making you cum on his tongue.

You're whining above him, unable to stay still even as he holds you in place. He can't help but go faster, nose nudging against your clit as his tongue laps your folds, moaning against your skin and sending vibrations coursing through your sensitive body. He's bringing you closer to the euphoric feeling he's wanted to give you since the words "I do" slipped out of your mouth earlier today.

Your back is arching off the bed when you cum and your hands press his head down against your cunt. You're grinding against his face, hips pushing against him and nearly suffocating him.

Not that he minds. If he ever were to die, he could only hope it was between your thighs like this.

Your body is completely overcome with pleasure. He doesn't stop, simply tilting his head up to watch the way your body trembles and how your chest rises and falls quickly as you come back into your senses.

He crawls back up on top of you, pushing your messy hair out of your face. His face is just a few inches away from yours, you can still the the glisten on his lips from your arousal.

"You're always so good at that.... I don't know how I got so lucky," you breathe out.

He grins. "I'm the lucky one baby."

"Cheol... want you inside of me," you look up a him with lust in your eyes, nudging your nose against his.

He's quick to pull his underwear off and toss them onto the floor. The two of you are tangled beneath the sheets in a matter of seconds. His body hovers over yours once again. He strokes his length slowly, eyes admiring and scanning over your body.

He tip teases your folds before he pushes in to fulfill your needs. He tried going in slow, but you were so wet that his length slipped all the way into you. You both breathe out at the sudden feeling.

Your walls are hot and wet and sucking him in. He holds himself up on his hands with his mouth hanging agape. It feels like your first time with him all over again.

It may be your first time together as husband and wife, but it feels foreign despite the many times you've done this. The intimacy is on an entirely new level. There is so much love and adoration radiating from both your bodies, it makes your heart feel full.

"Good?" he asks.

You nod. "Yeah."

He kisses your cheek before allowing his head to fall into the crook of your neck. He draws his hips back before thrusting back into you. His thrusts re slow, but deep. He pushes into you with full force, filling your cunt every time he moves.

He's in no rush, he simply wants to make you feel good. You feel hims groaning and moaning against your collarbone each time he bottoms out.

Your wrap your legs around his torso, pulling him closer and forcing his length deeper inside of you. Your head sinks into the pillow and your eyes fall shut.

"Ah-shit," you breathe out.

The bed shifts beneath you every time he fills you up. "Feel so good Angel," he coos. "My pretty wife."

You can only moan out in response. It feels so fucking good.

"You're taking me so well baby... really were made for me," he moans.

He begins sucking on your neck, leaving dark hickies along your skin. You really are his, his everything. His wife, wearing his ring while marked up with his love bites.

He never thought he'd see this day. He's been thinking about it since the day he met you and now he can't believe you're really his for the rest of eternity.

His love for you is pure and unlike anything you've ever experienced before. He understands you and is willing to do anything to ensure your happiness.

"I'm cumming... fuck," you warn him.

He groans against your skin, indicating that is orgasm is approaching too. He thrusts deep inside of you a few more times before you both fall apart. You cum at the same time, moaning out in unison as he fills you up and you experience another euphoric high.

He pulls out, licking his lips as he sees his cum drip out of you, mixing with your own arousal. He rolls onto the bed next to you, laying on his side so he can still look at you. His fingers move your hair out of your face again, this time playing with the strands gently.

"I love you so much," he says.

You breathe heavily. "I love you more."

"Impossible," he says before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

He pulls you closer to him, not caring how sweaty you are or how messy your hair is now. He holds you in his arms, fingers tracing over your skin lovingly.

He'll clean you up later, for sure. But right now, he just wants to lay in bed and hold his pretty wife for a little bit longer.

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[multi-fxndom446]

You came? You called.

Scenario: John Price, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John ‘soap’ Mactavish and Simon ‘ghost’ Riley

This is part one to three parts. All of these include the, “you came…you called.” As different scenarios I saw them being used in for these characters.

Honestly I can do a part two to this or even do an individual one-shot for a specific character. So if either of those sound interesting please please request it.

All of these were written in mind of different tropes but pretty much boil down to you both love each other. (Sorry if some of these are ooc I did my best😭)

Part Two Part Three

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Captain John Price

Warning: blood, pretty open ended 👀

“Does anyone have eyes on Y/n?” Price asked after several minutes of silence from you. He had been trying for what felt like hours to get in contact but you either couldn’t hear him or you were in a place you couldn’t respond.

There was a third option but he didn’t even want to think about it being a possibility.

“The house straight ahead of you,” ghost gruff voice cut through the silence. “Looks like backup was called over there.”

Price took a deep breathe, his eyes zoned in straight ahead. You had to be there.

As he opened his mouth to start giving off orders the sound of a soft whisper came through. So soft none of them caught it the first time.

Then it came again, “captain..” it was your voice. You were whispering like you were scared of getting caught by someone.

He felt his entire body tense at the way your strained voice finally clicked in his head. “I’m going to get her.”

Before his men could even argue price was running toward the house. He could hear a small curse and more footsteps joining not to far behind and he knew his men were running to join him.

“Price. I don’t know if I can get out of this one alive.” You words had him speeding up and with the help of the rest they cleared the house in no time.

Price found you not even a second later, you were trying to put pressure on a wound and he could tell you lost a lot of blood from the way you couldn’t focus your eyes on him.

You went completely limp the moment he picked you up in his arms like you knew you were finally safe.

It’s all he could think about while he stood outside the medic bay. He carried you inside and handed you off to let them take care of you so all he was left to do was wait.

But only a few minutes later your voice came back to him louder as you screamed his name from inside. He could hear the nurses trying to calm you down but you kept screaming for him.

He rushed in and as soon as your eyes connected with his you immediately stopped struggling. Your body slumping into the mattress as you looked at him.

“Price.” You sighed out smiling weakly. “You came.”

He knew you weren’t just talking about right now but about him coming after you even if he wasn’t sure you were going to make it out alive.

He was at your side in a second his hand grasping yours softly. It felt colder. “You called.”

You didn’t respond but he could see the way your eyes started fogging over. “You need to let the nurses fix you up yeah?” He asked gently, squeezing your hand as your soft gaze continued to stare up at him like you were committing it to memory.

“I just needed to see you.” Was the last thing you muttered before he was ushered out.

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Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Warning: injury, your hinted at being a nurse here. Friends to…

It was late when Price and Soap all but dragged Gaz into the medic bay. Heaving him carefully onto a bed which squeaked slightly from the sudden pressure.

He watched his captain tell the nurses what happened but none of them were who he wanted. “Soap.” He groaned out turning to his friend who was at his side. “Give me your phone.”

Soap did so without question and sat in silence while Gaz called you, unaware of the time. “Hello?” Your voice came through a few rings later. Slightly groggy but still twinged with worry. “Soap?”

“Y/n.” Kyle breathed relieved to just hear your voice. “Nice to hear your voice.”

“Kyle?! When did you get back? Why do you sound like that? Are you hurt?!” He could hear shuffling on your end like you were running around. “Damn it Gaz the one time I don’t take a night shift.”

That caused him to pause. He pulled the phone from his face to look at the time and winced when he saw the small 4am in the corner. He felt worse knowing you didn’t sleep very well and he probably woke you up.

“I’m okay, just needed to hear your voice go back to sleep.” He hung up before you could respond. His hand suddenly feeling too heavy to hold the phone to his ear.

“Stay with him.” Price pointed to soap as he marched out, most likely to finish reports before he came back.

Nurses were bombarding him with medical talk and sticking him in every which way. It was more annoying than anything.

Only a few moments later the doors slammed open and there you stood, chest heaving as you scanned the room almost instantly finding him.

“Y/n.” He smiled weakly, the blood loss mixed with the hit to the head making him woozy. “You came.”

You looked at him like he was an absolute psychopath to even assume you wouldn’t after the call you just had. “You called!” You exclaimed marching towards him. “Did you fall out of another damn helicopter?”

“Definitely not-“

You looked to Soap pointedly who nodded his head solemnly. “It’s part of my charm I feel.” Gaz muttered, sighing in relief when your hands took over the work of the other nurses who left as soon as you came in, knowing you could handle the rest on your own.

“You’re gonna kill me one day Kyle. I swear to god.” You whispered as you dressed his wounds, freezing when you felt his hand graze your cheek.

“Don’t say that.” He frowned. “I never want to be the reason of your pain. Let alone death.”

You almost told him you were joking but in the next second his eyes closed and his hand fell to his side.

You almost panicked till you saw his chest rise and fall in soft breathes. The injury taking all the energy he had left.

“Damn it Kyle.”

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John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Warning: toxic ex, abuse, protective Johnny, best friends to…

Your phone was on two percent when you called Johnny in the middle of the night. You swore you almost started crying when his voice broke through the storm in your head. “Lass?”

“Johnny.” You sobbed into the phone before the call cut short. You pulled the phone from your ear only to see it shutting off and you felt all resolve start to crumble.

After the fight you and your now ex boyfriend just had you needed him.

You needed his help. You needed him.

In all the years you’ve known Johnny you can almost count on one hand the amount of times you’ve seen him angry.

You’re sure it happened often given his occupation but never in front of you. He hated you seeing him like that.

Which is why you’re almost surprised when you open the door only ten minutes later to see Johnny standing there, a frown adorning his usually smiling face.

“You came.” You all but sobbed in relief.

“You called.” He said as he let himself inside. He closed the door behind him and grabbed you into a warm embrace. “What’s goin on-?”

His confused gaze immediately hardened further when he pulled back just enough to see the red mark on your cheek. Delicately he traced his thumb over it, examining it. “He do this?” He seethed and you could only nod.

“Where the fuck ‘s he?” He demanded but you just shook your head and stepped away from his grasp.

“I don’t know he left after the fight but he’ll be back he has nowhere else to go.” You spoke as you led him further into your apartment. “I need help getting some stuff and leaving before he does. Can you help me?”

“Course I can Bonnie.” You didn’t even need to ask him, he would walk through fire if you needed him to. “Tell me what needs ta come.”

You led him to the bedroom and pointed things out to him and within ten minutes he was finishing packing all the essential things you needed.

You were in the living room grabbing anything sentimental when the front door slammed shut. Instantly Johnny was marching his way to where you. Where he saw you were being crowded into a corner of the wall as your ex got in your face.

Johnny saw red the moment he saw your body trembling beneath him. In a second he was in front of you, shoving your ex back who looked shocked for only a moment before he scoffed.

“You’ve a lotta nerve comin’ back ‘ere.” He ground out, jaw clenching when he felt you clutch onto his arm.

“Of fucking course it’s you.” You ex seethed taking a step closer. “You’re the one she cheated on me with aren’t you? I fucking knew it. I always knew there was more between you. The fucking way you look at her like a lost puppy gives everything away.”

He took a step toward you both again and Johnnys arm moved to shield you further behind him. He had no idea what was going on but he knew you would never do something like the man is accusing. You loved him with every fiber of your being and it’s something that killed Johnny everyday.

“You’d be wise to take several steps back.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll fuckin’ kill you. You’re lucky I don’t kill you now for what you did.” Your ex seemed to finally understand the glint in Johnnys eyes and instead of saying anything more, just shook his head and walked back out the front door—pictures rattling from the slam. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“I didn’t-“ he paused when he heard you try to speak. “I didn’t cheat on him. I never would’ve-“

Johnny hushed you as he pulled you into another hug. “I know Bonnie I know. Even if you did he had no right putting his hands on you.” He pulled away only to grab your things and lead you out the door. “You’re gonna stay with me fer awhile aye?”

You could only nod.

(Soap part two- 6 Months)

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Warning: none really. Pretty tame for my boy. Exes to…

You called him in the middle of the night on a random day of the week, whispering a soft “Simon?” Into the receiver that went unanswered.

You waited for a moment longer wondering if he would say anything but when he didn’t you just sighed and continued to speak. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from right now but I-“ you paused to take in a deep breathe. “I can’t sleep without you.”

It felt like a heavy confession and it made you feel weak to even speak it out loud but it was true. You couldn’t sleep, not since he broke it off only a month ago. And in the time you couldn’t even get an ounce of sleep without him next to you.

Silence continued to fill the amtosphere and you almost wondered if you even pressed call. But with one quick glance you knew you did and he in fact did answer, just refused to speak.

“Sorry.” You sighed, resigning to the fact that you just may never sleep again. Being in the military it was hard to find something that made you feel safe enough to sleep but you did and it was Simon. He broke whatever was going on off. To scared that one day you would wake up and realize he isn’t the one that you should be with. “Forget I called.”

You hung up immediately after. Your heart couldn’t take the silence coming from him any longer instead you went around your small room and got ready for another sleepless night before you were sent back into the field early the next morning.

You had just turned off the lights and tucked yourself into bed when a rough knock echoed in the silence that was drowning you.

You let out a sigh and rolled out of bed already annoyed. You swung open the door ready to give whoever was on the other side a piece of your mind but instead you stood there frozen.

“You came.” You were shocked to see Simon was the one standing on the other side, eyes boring holes into you.

“You called.” He muttered before glancing behind you in silent question to which you immediately let him in.

“What-?”

Before you could even ask he was already taking off his shoes and pulling off his hoodie, which he hung next to yours on the door. A sense a familiarity washed over you. “You have a mission tomorrow. You need to sleep.”

You didn’t ask how he knew that information or where he even got it from. Instead you followed him to the small bed in the corner where he was already making himself comfortable. “You don’t have to do this Simon. I’m sorry I called.”

“Lay down.” He ordered and you obeyed quickly melting into his warm embrace as his arms tightened around you.

You didn’t know how he managed to do it but in only a few minutes your eyelids became heavy and slumber was quickly taking over. “I’m sorry.” He whispered softly but you didn’t register why nor did you care about what he was sorry for.

You only cared he was here now. “I miss you.” You mumbled and you swore you could feel his arms tighten further.

(Ghost part two- Say don’t go)

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Next parts to include,

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves, Valeria, Alex, Keegan and Konig :)

And I will post the rest tomorrow I’m too tired to do this again tonight.

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[fuctacles]

in love and war finale

Spicy Six Challenge by @thefreakandthehair, part 1 here, part 2 here, you know the drill

T | 2466 | pre-relationship | they are confused gay rookies in the 80s | sick-fic I guess?

“Why aren’t you in bed? Or the couch at least?!’

“He has a point.”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

“Well I’ll let you know I moved the phone and I’m sitting in an armchair wrapped in a blanket.”

“Who are you talking to?!”

Steve is glad for Dustin’s irrational fear of his viruses, because it’s the only thing stopping him from ripping the phone out of his hand, maybe pushing him back to bed too.

“Tell him I said hi.”

“Eddie says hi.”

Dustin starts hyperventilating.

Thankfully his mom came to the rescue with a steaming cup of tomato soup.

“It’s great you boys are keeping your spirits up but you shouldn’t be sitting on the floor, Steven. Maybe we could move an armchair for you?”

And thus with their leave, Steve had a cozy station next to the phone, piled with blankets and pillows. Not dissimilar to Eddie’s on the other end, whom he called as soon as the Henderson’s left.

“So, you were saying?”

“You know this stays between us? This is the most intimate Eddie Munson knowledge that you’re not to share with anyone else.”

Steve laughs. Just hearing him joke was helping his body recover and he feared he'll be ready to go back to work soon.

“Tell me your dirty secrets, Munson.”

“So, this dungeon I’m working on is a cursed tomb of an overthrown mayor…”

Steve likes a good story. Everyone does. He was never that much into fantasy, but the fact that one of his favorite people came up with it made it a thousand times more interesting.

“Ah, I guess it’s my turn for the kid’s visit.” Eddie interrupts himself about fifteen minutes in. “Do you also feel like you’re on a deathbed, visited by your grandchildren in hopes they'll be in the will? He’s getting the dice anyway...”

Steve snorts.

“Now that you mention it…”

“Are you guys still on the phone?!” Dustin’s voice is so loud Steve hears it clear as day on his end.

“Yeah, sorry babe, I’ll call you back.”

The line goes silent. 

And Steve knows he’s joking with the pet names, teasing in the silly way that he does but the more he hears him in his ear, the more he realizes he wants it, wants to try. He hopes Eddie wants it too.

His cold lets off faster than Eddie’s and he’s anxiety-cleaning as soon as he feels the strength to do so. He cleans the pj’s and sheets at boiling temperature so instead of sweat and sickness they smell like ‘provencal dreams’ which he thinks means lavender. The pills and syrups scattered on the coffee table get into the medicine basket. The armchair though, stays by the telephone. He’s waiting for Eddie to wake up and call him (so he can call back not to put the enormous phone bill on him) like he’s been doing for the past two days. Being sick together was almost as bonding as fighting evil. 

When the phone rings he runs to reach it and is almost embarrassed to do so, so he takes a second to breathe before picking up.

“Hello?”

“You don’t have to call me back.”

“Ah, sorry, the reception is shit, I can barely hear you. Let me call you back in a second.” He grins to himself when he hears Eddie’s resigned sigh. He dials the number from the emergency list above his phone immediately. 

“Hi,” he says, smiling like a fool.

“Well, someone sounds chipper today” 

“Yeah, I think I'm good to leave the house, finally. Also, this guy I like keeps me company in my misery.”

“Oh? He sounds like a nice dude.”

“He is,” Steve smiles, sitting down and pulling his legs up onto the seat. “He cares about his friends, saves the world sometimes, and hosts this dorky game for a bunch of nerds on the weekends. A true samaritan.”

“You think so?” Eddie sounds quiet on the other side. 

“Yeah. That's how I see it, at least.” He frowns, fingers twirling the cord anxiously, worried he stepped over a line. That’d suck because he had planned to step over some more today. 

“Thanks. I think you’re a nice guy too.”

It was the simplest compliment he’d ever gotten, but it made something in his chest tighten.

“Yeah?”

“Duh. You jump into demonic waters head first and ferry around a bunch of ungrateful kids.”

Steve snorts.

“That I do.” And then, before the conversation gets even further away from him, he adds, “Hey, listen. Since I’m feeling better, I’ll probably be back at work tomorrow.”

Eddie made a disappointed grunt on the other side.

“So I was wondering if I could visit you today? Maybe take over Dustin’s soup delivery?”

Eddie makes a sound that he’s unable to interpret.

“If you don’t feel up to it, it’s okay-”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

So Steve presses his lips together and waits.

Eddie sighs. 

“I’m feeling better, I guess you can visit if you don’t mind a sick person mess.”

“I just cleaned up mine today, no worries.”

“Yeah, okay. But about… the other thing…”

He trails off and Steve is one step away from biting his nails off. Or the phone cord in half. 

“You’re still sick and thinking about it, I-”

“Steve! Let. Me. Speak.”

He makes a noise of agreement into the receiver. 

“Like, I think I need to see you. Because I know you are hot, objectively. But do I think you are hot? Does my dick think you’re hot?”

“Eddie-”

“I’m speaking.”

Steve bites his lips with a smile. He can feel himself blush.

“So I have some things to verify. Come over, Wayne’s not home.”

Steve can’t help it, he bursts into hysteric giggles over Eddie’s attempt at a seductive voice with his clogged nose.

“Hey, now-”

“No, no, I’d love to. Should I bring protection? Like a face mask?” He manages between giggles. 

“Oh, you little-!”

He doesn’t remember the last time he had so much fun flirting. He curbs his amusement to manageable levels and looks at the clock. 

“I’ll call Ms Claudia if she has any special deliveries for us today. I could pick them up and be at yours in an hour, maybe two.”

“Sounds great.”

“Want me to pick up something?”

“I’d kill for a can of coke.”

“Got it. I’ll bring a movie we could watch too.”

Eddie hums his approval.

“Something light that my sick brain can process, please. I’ve had enough fever dreams about war and Russians. Never again letting Wayne pick the movie when I’m sick.”

Steve snorts.

“Okay, noted. See you soon?”

“See you soon, Steve-o.”

Claudia isn’t thrilled by his plan to visit Eddie, but a mother’s disapproval hasn’t stopped him before and certainly wasn’t going to now. He accepts the jars of soup, kisses her on both cheeks, and lets her tuck him up for the short walk from the door to his car. 

The drive is shorter than he expects, even with the partially shoveled roads. He feels completely unprepared for whatever might happen at his destination but he pushes on because the uncertainty might make him sick again. 

A tiny note on the inside of the window tells him the door is unlocked so with little hesitance, he pushes in. He knocks on the door, looking around.

“Eddie?”

“Over here!”

His voice sounds way better in real life than it did over the phone and Steve locks the door and unties his shoes to follow it. Eddie is sitting on his bed, wrapped in at least two blankets, and there are books and notebooks surrounding him. 

“Welcome, welcome!” he grins at him, which lights up his face prettily despite the unmistakable traces of battling the flu. His nose is red and dry from constantly wiping it, his face pale and his lips chapped. There are bags under his bloodshot eyes and the little hair peeking from under a blanket hood looks greasy.

Steve wants to give him a hot bath, wash and condition his hair, and moisturize his whole body, which is a weird thought to have about a romantic interest, even for him.

“Did you bring the goods?”

Steve holds up the plastic bag in his hand, making the jars inside clink. If only Ms. Henderson could see the sparkle in Eddie’s eyes at the sight of her soup, and how he brushes his hands together happily.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, then.”

Steve shakes his head.

“You can stay here, I can do it.”

But Eddie is already up, shaking his curls back at him. 

“And burn our new trailer to the ground? No thanks. The stove is a bitch and only the chosen ones can operate it without injuries. I’ll show you how to work it.”

Steve is listening to him, but he’s also very fixated on the bat pattern of his pajama bottoms and the fluffy green socks he’s wearing. One of the blankets he kept on flows behind like a cape.

“Okay, but I’m doing it,” he insists, following behind and just a tiny bit unmoored by the conversation. He was expecting something less… Normal. More awkwardness, confessions, and hurt feelings. That’s what he’s been preparing for.

“Of course, my shiny knight, of course,” Eddie assures him, reaching for a pot. “Will this be big enough?” he asks, eyeing the jars Steve’s putting on the counter.

“Think so.” He shrugs, eyeing the pot and opening the jars. 

“Okay, come here.” Eddie motions him closer and Steve obliges, standing right next to him and the heat he’s radiating. He smells a bit sweaty, which is understandable, but he can smell the minty toothpaste on his breath, meaning he brushed his teeth before Steve’s arrival. He tried not to think about the implications of it. 

“Okay, so never try to light the right top burner…”

He listens closely to all the instructions and shoos Eddie away as soon as possible to operate the stove under his watchful eye from one of the kitchen chairs. He goes through three matches to get the fire going under the pot but he gets the soup on the burner without much more damage.

“Do I get the Chosen One title yet?” he asks as he idly stirs the soup.

Eddie snorts.

“Don’t get cocky before finishing, dear Steven.”

“Fine,” he huffs. 

The silence settles between them and he doesn’t know where to go from there. But he told himself before coming that he’d wait patiently for Eddie’s answer and simply bask in his presence without pushing. Maybe turn up his charm if it feels right but that’s all. 

“What have you been doing stuck at home?” he asks, the need to break the silence overwhelming. 

Eddie hums, his eyes unfocused on the heating soup.

“Read Hobbit for the eleventy-first time, polished the postponed campaign, and planned for the next one already. Though, with these little bastards, it was probably a waste of my time. Rewatched a couple of movies?” he adds, voice tilting like it’s a question. When Steve hums in interest, he continues. “Paid extra attention to the actors. Turns out, Harrison Ford? Kinda hot.”

Steve snorts, taken aback, and when he turns, Eddie’s grinning at him sheepishly. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I might be into dudes, after all.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” He smacks his lips obnoxiously and sucks in a breath. “You know, last time I tried to ask someone out, she said she was not interested at all, in anyone, and skipped town.”

Steve whines sympathetically. 

“Shit, man. I’ve never chased a girl out of town.”

“It did numbers on my self-esteem, I’ll tell you that.”

“I promise to stay in town if you ask me out.”

“Would that make me the guy?”

Steve cocked his head and studied Eddie for a while. He never thought about the dynamics of a same-sex relationship. Would he like to be ‘the girl’? Wooed and treated gently, gifted with flowers? Kissed on the neck, and spooned to sleep? He felt his cheeks grow hot at the imagery.

Unfortunately, Eddie noticed and his smile grew.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Steve shrugs, turning back to the soup.

“Aww, you’d like to be my princess, pampered with gifts and kisses?”

Steve made a point of focusing on his task and hiding his face. 

“So what?” He bristled. “What if I do? Would it be… Is that bad?”

“What? No! Why would it be bad?”

He shrugs. He doesn’t know why but something in his gut keeps telling him it is.

“Why would wanting to be cared for, be bad?”

“Uh, well…” Steve focuses his stinging eyes on the soup. He’ll have to turn it off soon and won’t have any excuses not to look at Eddie.

There’s a shuffle behind him and soon a warm body presses against his back, hugging him from behind. Eddie’s still wrapped in a blanket so they make a slightly awkward bundle against the stove.

“Besides, Princess Stevie sounds waaay better than King Steve,” Eddie presents his final argument and Steve lets out a surprised snort.

“You’re such a fucking weirdo, I swear.”

“Well, it worked on you, sooo…”

“And I still have no idea how,” he sighs dramatically. He squeezes the arms around him gently and turns off the stove before nudging Eddie away so he can pour the soup into bowls. They sit down to eat and when he hands Eddie a spoon he ignores it and slurps the soup straight from the bowl.

“Savage.” Steve rolls his eyes but can’t fight his amusement at his antics. Eddie smacks his lips loudly and grins.

“So, anyway…” He drums his fingers against the bowl. “Do you wanna go out, whenever Wayne gives me the all-clear to leave the house?”

Steve grins, watching the loud man be hesitant for once.

“Are you asking me on a date, Munson?”

His already red nose gets even redder.

“We don’t have to call it a date, we can just hang out, just the two of us.”

“Nah, I’d rather call it a date.”

Eddie inhales and a smile spreads on his face.

“Okay. Let’s do it then. Arcade? I feel like cinema dates are such a cliche.”

“Yeah, but there’s this new movie I’d like to argue with you about.”

“Is it The Fly? Or The Little Shop of Horrors?” Eddie prods with excitement. Because a heated debate on the first date sounds utmost alluring.

Steve extends his leg under the table, nudging softly at Eddie’s ankle. He nudges back with a grin and they rest their legs against each other. A simple touch they can settle on until Eddie gets better, until the date they plan in the cramped kitchen over bowls of soup until the sky turns dark.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Gullible

TW: Cheating. Smut. Language. Semi-public sex. 

SUMMARY: The forbidden affair Rafe continues in the danger of discovery…

WORD COUNT: 1900

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Anonymous asked:

Rafe having an affair with a slightly older (and married) woman and one day she’s throwing a lunch for a bunch of people and the Cameron’s are invited and you (not) accidentally spill your drink on him and offer to help him clean up and when you’re alone he fucks you in your and your husbands bed Ward pick up on this and warns rafe but rafe doesn’t care because she told him she’s leaving her husband

Gullible

You were the perfect trophy wife, always articulating every detail to perfection. Whether it would be your hair kept in place or a brunch executed down to the napkin rings and music playing in a soft melody within the background. And yet, you were suffocating behind the fake smiles and feigning interest in conversations of yachts, club memberships, and business you were aware allowed this life for you, but one you wished you could distance yourself far away from. And yet, the three carat rock on your left hand would remind you by its weight that you were anything but free. But there had been a silver lining in these functions you’d put together. 

Rafe. 

Even if he was younger, he was more experienced than anyone you’d ever met. One night stands and lengthy relationships put to shame as he would distract you from the weight of your day-to-day existence with this alone. His gaze over a glass from across the table or the graze of his finger brushing yours as you’d part after whatever function you’d arranged would now come to its end. He was the reason you could exist throughout those events just as he had been the same reason you’d actually look forward to them. 

But this last month had been spent without being able to act on it. Usually you would be able to slip away somewhere between those dull conversations without being noticed, Rafe having reminded you of why you’d risked your reputation when guiding him away from the crowd with nothing more than a ‘come hither’ gaze. And for that reason, you were desperate. For his touch. His attention. Him. 

“I’m so sorry!” You apologized rather boldly, hand rising to your chest as you had ‘accidentally’ spilled your sweet tea into his lap. The usual curse that would have left his lips if it had been anyone else had been reserved as you were quickly on your knees beside him. Using the cloth napkin to dab his pants, you kept your fingers on the barrier of what was deemed appropriate, longing to please him. 

“Please let me get you a different pair…I don’t want this to stain…” You guided him from the table rather effortlessly as everyone remained none the wiser. Or so you thought…

“Take ‘em off, Rafe…” You explained as the bedroom door came closed at your back. But as you waited for him to obey, he’d only cock his jaw and shake his head as he stood on the edge of your bed. 

“You.” Although you were half a decade of his senior, you were quick to submit to anything he asked, all of the exchange of what it was he would then offer you. A slap to your ass would warrant fingers curving to that deepest cavern only he sourced. A pull of your hair and the depth he made with his cock more than made up for the pain shooting through each follicle. 

You traveled the distance between you, closing it with the click of your heels sounding across the wood floor beneath, until your perfect manicure pulled his belt loose and his boxers to view. But before you could stroke him or even attempt to please him, your breath was taken by a violent kiss that was guided with his grip through your hair. 

“You know what wearing this dress does to me…Took everything I had not to bend you over that table and ruin all the hard work you put in to today…Making me crazy…”

“We don’t have a lot of time, Rafe-”

“We have as much as I need…Don’t fucking rush me. I’ve had to wait too long…and I’m gonna have you like I want.” He considered how this would be as there wasn’t a position in which he didn’t know you in. But of his favorite, he guided you to your knees. 

“How do you explain it to him when you can’t talk after taking me like this?” He scoffed, “or when your hair’s all pulled? Ass all red? Can he tell you let me come inside of you? Does HE know how beautiful you look like THIS?” He asked in continuation as it made it impossible to answer until he stopped. 

“Does he fuck you like I do?”

“No.”

“But you let him come, don’t you? On your knees?” He asked, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“I have to pretend it’s you.” You confessed as he smirked. 

“So you come, don’t you? Only way you can…”

“I never come with him. Even when I think of you…I only come with you…”

“Not even alone? Thinking about me? I know you have been…”

You shook your head. “It’s not the same.” He pitied you with your confessions as he guided your hands to the line of his boxers. 

“Then I won’t make you wait long, God knows I can’t…especially with you being so good on your knees…Dirty little mouth so perfect around me…” 

“Please, Rafe…Let me…”

“I won’t stop you. Not until I need to fuck you.” He grinned as you nodded, taking him behind your pleading mouth, offering him the same pleasure he would often return once carrying him to that edge. But where you were well aware you would be berated for being gone for such a lengthy amount of time, you were in no rush for him to reach that curve quite yet. You lived to make him moan beneath you, his taste unpleasant as precum often was, but his reaction more than making up for it. And more than anything, you adored how it was solely for you. Never needing to taste another or worry of someone else’s touch as you were aware you were more than enough. Just as he had been for you. 

“Oh yes…just like that, sweetheart…oh fuck…ohhhh fuuuucckkk…” He groaned, wrapping your hair tighter as an outlet, not direction, as God knows you didn’t need it. 

“Stand up.” He demanded, you having only managed to bend your knees before he pulled you the rest of the distance. HIs jaw slack as he tore you to the bed, flipping you away from him, and guiding your hips level with his own. But it would be his hand to your neck as he pulled you against his chest that would then leave you breathless following a gasp. 

“Bet he thinks you enjoy it…No idea how you ACTUALLY need it…right?”

“Only you, Rafe…Only you know…”

“And only I make you come, don’t I? You said it yourself. And you wouldn’t be lying to me now would you?”

“No, Rafe…I swear…”

“Swear to me? You don’t come for him?”

“Never…Not once…”

“And it’s gonna stay that way…But for me…right now…” His hands pulled your skirt until it bunched to reveal your panties. 

“You’re gonna have to think of an explanation for how you’re gonna look after I make you…Because I’m not fucking sorry and I’m not ashamed…” He slapped your ass. “Because as far as I’m concerned, you’re mine.”

“Yours.” You breathed as he turned you to kiss him while his fingers played with your clit. 

“Every part.” You nodded before feeling his second hand reach around the back of your neck to guide you into a bend, his dominant hand still at your clit, making small circles over those sensitive nerves. 

“Rafe-”

“What will happen when they hear you say my name like that? Screaming it so desperately and I’m not even fucking inside you yet?”

“I don’t care…”

“Yes you do…You don’t want to, but you do…”

“I’m leaving him.” He paused.

“What?”

“I can’t take it anymore. Being this close to you and not having this…I need it-I need you…” 

“You-”

“If you want me, Rafe…” You turned to face him, the sight of you looking over your own bare ass to him, offering a life of this continuous positioning, and any other he would request, was enough to make him cease any teasing. 

“FUCK-” He grunted, ploughing into you from behind, quick motions made as you cried out into the sheets beneath you. The grip made in your hair, forced you to struggle in quietude as his motions were brutal. 

“I’ll start by making you mine in all the places he’s fucked you…or wanted to. Not an inch of this house or my own won’t know your moans or my cum…”

“Rafe…” You whimpered, another slap to your ass. 

“You won’t leave the house for weeks while I make up for lost time, always walking around in nothing but my shirt, IF you can walk at all…”

“Oh my God…”

“And you know I’ll take care of you, alright?” You nodded. “More than sex. But you know that comes with it…just like you’re gonna come…right…fucking…”

“Ahhh!” You belted, your body betraying you as you wished to make it last, but you were helpless against him. He was ruthless in the perfect brutality somehow still laced with care, knowing your limits and teetering them just enough to bring the perfect connection of pleasure and pain. 

“I have to be smart about this, Rafe. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” You explained as you turned to face him, his hand at your jaw as he returned to his own existence following the release of his own high offered when you clenched around him. 

“I’m not afraid of him.”

“He’s powerful, Rafe-”

His grip tightened. “So am I. I know nobody thinks so. I’m not stupid. But I will stop at nothing to make you mine. And now that I know you want that fully…HE should be the one who’s afraid.”

“Rafe-” He kissed you quiet. 

“Just tell me when and I’ll make it happen. The only thing I have to lose is you and so for you, I’ll lose everything I have left.” He offered one final kiss before leaving the room. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Ward asked as he caught Rafe’s arm in the hallway as his son ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Nothing…”

“She’s married-”

“Well it won't be for much longer…not that it matters…”

“Rafe-”

“Save it, dad…I’m not letting her go.” Rafe believed he had gotten the last word in this, all until feeling his father's grip return harder on his bicep. 

“Don’t you think if she was going to leave him, she would have? Because I hate to break it to you, Rafe…but she’s not leaving him.”

“She told me-”

“Was your cock inside of her when you did? Your fingers? Because a woman like that is going to say anything to exist through until tomorrow. She’s bored. Lonely…But mark my words…son…she isn’t leaving him.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“But you won’t…” Rafe clenched his jaw as he watched you return, appearing pristine and untouched as he couldn’t help but wonder if this was true. Would you actually leave your husband? Would he actually know what it meant to have you without needing to take you in private rooms and secret conversations? Or was he just being gullible?

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Red Phone [5]

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warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? , x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

Ring ring, ring ring, “What in the?” the phone was ringing again; it had stopped ringing for 2 days straight ever since that night. You’d think this guy would take a hint, why has he been constantly calling my grandma anyway? Unless. Grandma said not to answer, but how did they know my grandfather if they were a mere telemarketer? My feet touch the old wooden floors, grabbing my phone I turn the light on and make my way to the door. I slowly open the door but its creeks making me cringe a little, I pray no one heard that. And lucky for me no one did. So, I went downstairs into the kitchen. I my gut was screaming at me to stop, but I was done with this. Though normally I would of trusted my gut, and I had until now. But it was getting old and stupid now, I needed to finally get this over with. I grab the phone and put it up to my ear. _ “Hello?” It was that voice again; it wasn’t Maggie or Harrison’s no it was new. “hello” Wally asks desperately. He was holding onto the phone as tightly as he could as if it would disappear from his hands any second if he didn’t hold it this tight. “Who might you be?”

“I-I’m Wally! Wally darling!” he could hear a stiff giggle that came from the phone making him grin, but he was a little confused though was there something funny about his name? “I’m sorry Mr. darling- ““Just call me Wally.” Wally cut’s the voice off.

“I’m sorry Mr. Wally but is there any this I can help you with?” “Is there a Harrison L/n? I really need to talk to him!” the voice pauses, nothing could be heard Wally was getting nervous why did she stop talking. Did the phone hang up? “Hellos are you still- ““yes sorry.” “Oh, thank god I thought I lost you, ha-ha” Wally chuckles awkwardly he suddenly felt hot in his clothing, and his throat burning. He loosens his tight scarf around his neck a little to help him breath better. “No, it’s just. Harrison, he had passed sorry.” “he’s passed?” Wally asks shocked. “I’m sorry, was he a friend of yours?” “Not exactly I just needed to ask him something, is Maggie there?” “Grandma? No, she's not available right now. Sorry would you like me to take a message for you- “No it’s fine thanked you, who might this be?” Wally asks the voice she chuckles a little. “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Wally.” He could almost feel her warm smile through her voice. “Just Wally’s fine, and it’s a pleasure to meet you too Y/n. why do you have the phone may I ask?” “I should be asking you a similar question, why are you calling at 3 am?” Wally gasps not realising what time it would be there. “Oh my! I’m so sorry, I never realised how late I was calling-“Y/n chuckles it been a while since Wally had heard anyone else voice other than his Neighbours and home. And honestly, he liked her voice a lot, he didn’t know why, was it because he hadn’t heard a different voice in a while or was it because of how soft she spoke to him. “it’s fine, it obviously a time zone difference! May I ask what time it is over them?” “Around 7:30 ish?” “In the morning?” “Yep!”

“Hmmm, you’re not from around here then, where are you from?” Wally didn’t know how to answer this question, where was he from the neighborhood? How could he tell you he was a puppet, and lived in a neighborhood outside of a town called Felt city even though it was a town. “Oh, I live in a small town, nice neighborhood! Everyone’s very welcoming and nice, my Neighbours are quite the interesting people. But I live near a forest? Does that help?” Wally asks. “I guess? Ha-ha is it just you?” “Well, yes, and home? But I have cool Neighbours and there’s a store run by howdy- “ “Oh nice, I’m staying in this house with my family. It’s a bit out from the town, where also surrounded by the forest, but sadly where all alone out here.” “All alone? That mustn’t be very fun.” “Oh well I’m managing, I kind of want to go back to the city. But I like it here so far, just need to find more things to do. I wish I had my guitar.” “You play? “Yes, but only simple songs. I’m still learning, do you play any instruments?” Wally felt a smile on his face form, he was loving talking to this Y/n person. “Yes, I can play the Piano, not all too good. You’ll have to hear me some time, but I’m more of a painter- ““You paint! That's amazing what do you paint?” “Ha-ha, well I paint all types of things. Just yesterday I painted my friend’s. they helped me out since I didn’t know what to paint.” Wally explains what happened yesterday, her soft giggles fill his ears. He felt his chest begin to fill with something. He had felt this feeling before, was it joy? How excited was he to talk to someone else? it was over whelming at first, but he liked it. but also, didn't at the same time?

“Awe! that’s nice, your friends must have been pretty happy” “yeah, they were, jewel just could not stop bouncing up and down! She just so- joyful!” he says stand up holding the phones bottom with one hand as he walks around in home. The house was a little confused on Wally’s behavior. “Hehe” Y/n yawns into the phone, and Wally’s chest tightens even more. Why did it sound so cute? He had barely met this person, yet they already made him so happy! What’s wrong with him? “I should probably go to bed now, I’m sorry you couldn’t talk to Harrison Wally-“ “no it’s fine, I had a nice chat with you! It was honestly a little refreshing.” He stuttered out, home raises an eyebrow at this. Wally was not acting himself better, yet he was going to be late. Again! “No problem I enjoyed it as well, goodbye then-““wait!” Wally shouts making him face palm over his yelling, why was he yelling? “Yes?” “Well, I was wondering, umm. Could I call again?” “If I said no would it stop you from calling at 3 am?” Wally pauses. “Maybe.” “Sure then, as long as it’s not at 3 am, maybe at 12 pm but please not 3!” their voice pleaded Wally sighs his finger twirling around the phone cord. "I'm sure I can manage, talk to you later then?” “Okay good night then, Wally.” “Sleep well Y/n~” Wally says softly into the phone. it beeps back signaling she hung up; Wally gave a gleeful sigh. As he places the phone back down where it belongs. Home creeks finally being able to catch Wally’s attention. Wally walks to the glass window and pats the wall next to it, home looks to Wally with a worried look. “Don’t worry about it home, I’m fine. I did make a new friend though!” With that the other windows open and close as if home was congratulating him. He chuckles at the house and pats its walls. “Yep, I best be going to Howdy’s now, I need some fruit to paint! I’ll be back soon home!” Tag: @quittingfortgebetter @egg1sblog @ice-cream-writes-stuff @thealreadyunsteadyteddynewpaper @narucore

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If prompt 4 for Leon interests you, I hope you'll give it a shot (I'm interested to find out what it would entail 👀)

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Leon x OC (OC Chart: Viva) ~550 words Content Warnings: none

Silent Rhythm

Light dims, flames perched on the chandelier trembling to then curl into themselves. Vibrant lords and ornate ladies huddle over the ballroom floor, half-submerged in gossip shallows. They puff out their chests, embroidered silks of their suits and gowns their plumage, golden rings taking the place of talons. Eyes cast towards the entrance, they wait. The door opens.

Mea culpa.

A woman steps forward, dressed in just a plain linen dress. Rags intruding on riches, blonde curls fall over her shoulders, disorderly and unbridled like the freckles marking her face. The guests frown and scowls twist knightly faces, handsomeness souring at this dishonour. Irrelevant; proud like a starved lioness, Viva marches into the hall that does not welcome her. Candle flames spin themselves into a thread. At a flick of her wrist it becomes a gown, ephemeral gold softly enveloping her limbs, a tiara crowning her mane. Noblemen and noblewomen fade away one by one as she treads onwards, indifferent towards the marbles, the feast, velvets, foreign fashion, noxious remarks or nebulous complaints. The heels of her shoes plink like glass. Swarms of spurred whispers buzz.

Have you not had enough? How much more can you take from us?

The cage of rumours falls. All turns to black – black like his hair, like the soil that had once been his bed. It is just him, just them. Leon offers her his hand, the amber of his eyes shimmering like gold when exposed to her flames. Viva accepts his invitation. She burns, her touch the scalding guilt brought by that single coin. Callouses to callouses, they are joint. Leon opens his mouth, but her chest presses against his, her breath silently caressing the shell of his ear.

We are both fakes, little slave boy. So keep your mouth shut, hm?

Of course; Leon places his hand on the small of her back. Her laughter is the sound of a collapsing sun, the ballroom replacing the void. Viva leaps to the left, and he follows as if in her palm, as docile as a circus lion when in presence of her hurt. He grasps at her fingers, brings her closer still. Almost as one, they move. She leads. He leads.

Whatever happens, I will not proclaim you the king.

From fire to ashes, Viva withers, her cursed gown dimming with each swirl of her skirts. Her feet seem heavy or weighted down, each step more of a stomp, ungracefully bound to the floor. She struggles, but for what? Her movements lose their power, thundering roaring inside her chest being replaced by hollow quiet. The fire has cooled, so Viva withdraws, a smile of a penitent on her lips. Her heel breaks for her due fall to begin.

I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.

…

Who said I would let you go?

Leon catches her hand. He chases what is left of her, breathes new life into fading smoke, raising winds just one step short of tearing her apart. Glass shoes shatter as he forces her to discard them. Shame vaporises, guilt lies forgotten, penance, sins, retribution and revenge – all is irrelevant as they dance, freed of any prior inhibitions. Warmth blazes anew. Leon holds onto Viva, so very alive and living, his phoenix reborn. She clutches back at him, perhaps understanding that he too has been resurrected once.

Nobody. Nobody did.

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hellraiser. // eddie munson. (4)

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader - stranger things cast x female!reader

summary: Between school, band practices, D&D nights and shitty parents, you and Eddie have created the perfect little secret life together. The town of Hawkins despises him, but not you. You're head over heels for the son of a bitch. About to graduate, the two of you are ready to run out of Indiana the moment those caps go in the air, but the inevitable Hawkins Curse creeps its way back into town, and takes hold of what you once thought was untouchable.

word count: 7.5k

warnings: language (always), mentions of death, they have sex- 18+ (it's blocked off, vaguely descriptive, so just scroll past the ~ if you dislike), it's determined that reader does have anxiety (she has panic attacks in this part), SEASON 4 SPOILERS.

a/n: hi, thanks for being here! :) I keep writing this at the speed of light. Posting for myself, really. Follows the storyline of Season 4! Beware of spoilers in case you haven't watched the masterpiece. Such an interesting backstory happening and being created, I think I love these people, ah. Thank you for all the love and support shown for this :')

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part four. glimpses

“You slept out here?” You ask Eddie quietly. The two of you are on the opposite side of the shed, farthest from the door, sitting by the dock where Rick kept his boat. Your legs were wrapped around Eddie’s waist, your chest pressed to his where he sat with his back against the wall.

“I haven’t slept since you left my place two nights ago,” He says, both of you speaking just over a whisper. His lips pulled into a small frown as he looked down at you. Closing the centimeter between you, you touched your noses together and closed your eyes.

“‘M sorry,” You whisper. Eddie shakes his head, bringing his hands to your cheeks, the silver rings he wore nearly stung with how cool they were on your warm skin. Opening your eyes, you look into his. They’re dark, and full of remorse.

“Sorry for what?” His tone is sharp.

Your lip pouts, “I should’ve come ov-“

“No,” He says, “No.”

“I could’ve… I could’ve helped,” You shake your head in his hands.

“No,” He says again, holding you still. There’s a short pause as his eyes dance around your face, taking you in. “Did you not hear what I said? I’m not trying to be an ass, but did you hear what I said?” His voice dipped, “She got lifted… off of the ground.” Pursing your lips, the bottom one crinkles. Eddie sighs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. He places a hand to the back of your head and lays it on his chest, your new view of the lake with the moon hanging above it. Peacefully.

“You have no idea, how happy I am, that you were not there,” He says slowly, giving your head a little scratch, “If something happened to… to you… and I couldn’t stop it,” He takes a deep breath, your body rising and falling with his chest, “I, I just, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,” His whisper is short, and harsh, but toward himself.

“Do you believe in wizards?” You ask after a quiet moment. Eddie gives you a small laugh, rubbing a hand over the small of your back.

“Real life, or fantasy? Don’t get me started,” He says in a silly voice, both of you knowing that he’d talk about Dungeons and Dragons for hours. You move your chin to look up at him, a spark of happy interest on his face. Finally something other than him dissociating every couple minutes.

“Real ones,” You smile, and you were genuinely curious, though you brought this up to keep him in your realm of consciousness. Without even a thought to your words he nods his head, stops to think for a split second, then nods faster.

“Now I do,” He says, “Now I really do, I believe in… something, because, Christ.” Squeezing his eyes shut, you can’t help but smile again, but this time because you caught a glimpse of seventh grade Eddie. Thirteen year old Eddie who swore up and down he wasn’t afraid when you went to see the movie, Alien, by yourselves. Watching him scrunch his nose up now with his lashes laid on his cheek, you felt like you were back in that dark theater giggling at him. Halfway through the film, one of his hands was gripping your wrist with so much power you went home that night with his fingerprints on your skin.

“So, do you think that… Vecna is real?” You ask.

“I have a very strong feeling that he is,” Eddie says, “But after I get my hands on a cigarette, and we rock one out, and then my head is clear from all this shit? Ask me again,” He laughs under his breath, “Might have a different answer for you when I feel like I’m back on this planet.” 

“Don’t think they’d appreciate us rocking one out,” You widen your eyes and giggle, mentioning the group of misfits speaking in a huddle right outside of the shed door. Eddie glances at it, then he smirks with a sigh.

“How’d you get stuck with Harrington?” There’s a shift in his tone, one that you can’t quite place.

“He’s Dustin's friend, too,” You say, “I went to Henderson first- well, actually, Max found me first when I went to your place this morning.”

“You went… to my place this morning?” He asks, and you give him a small smile, “Wayne? Uncle Wayne, is he okay? He was there, right? Did you see him?” His eyes are widened slightly, more than usual. You can see that he’s worried about Wayne finding Chrissy, a guilt that will probably stick with him for some time.

Forcing the smile to stay on your face, you release a breath and give him what he wants to hear, “Yeah, I saw him. He’s okay, I promise. I talked to him. He’s worried about you.” Diverting his gaze he sighs, then looks towards the door again.

“Wonder if… if your new friends will tell him that I’m okay. Physically, physically okay,” He mumbles, “Still questioning where we are mentally.” The end of his sentence comes out with a genuine laugh. Taking a hand from his back to rest on his cheek, his laugh makes you laugh for a second. Dragging a thumb across his skin, you lift your head to place a small kiss to his lips, and as you pull away Eddie's arms are quick to keep you close, kissing you again.

It was so incredibly easy to get lost in, the comfortability of it all taking you to a whole other place. The white noise of the water beneath you paired with the sounds of your breathing between parted lips, it was intoxicating, and knowing how reactive both your bodies were, you had to stop it before things went any further. As soon as the feeling of Eddie’s rings on your skin beneath your t-shirt surprised you, you had to pull away, but you couldn’t. His fingers wrapped around your waist, gripping it happily with a squeeze before they drug higher.

“Eddie,” A frantic whisper falls from your lips as you finally break away. The look in his eye is like no other. They’re wide, and soft, and begging for you.

“Oh, thank god, I didn’t wanna be the one to break it up,” Steve’s voice carries through the shed making every muscle in you and Eddie’s body flinch. Pulling his hands back faster than he ever has, his elbow bumps against the wall that makes him silently cringe. Three inches of space is put between your chests as you both look over to three heads peering inside behind where Steve was standing. 

“Sorry,” You blurt out, and Max giggles.

Robin shakes her head, “Don’t be sorry,” She says sweetly.

“Uh, anyway,” Steve clears his throat, “I’m gonna take these guys home,” He’s looking at you as he speaks, like he’s avoiding Eddie, “I wanted to ask you, and not assume. Do you want me to bring you home?” Turning to look at Eddie, he’s wearing worry, but still smiles and nods to you, telling you to go.

“Your parents probably have a search party out for you already,” He jokes, smile faltering just the slightest, “I’ll be okay.”

“I don’t trust you,” You whisper, narrowing your eyes, “And I don’t give a shit what my parents do or say,” You turn back to Steve, “I’m gonna stay,” You tell him in confidence.

“Gonna be a boring ride home,” Robin says quietly before speaking up, “We’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

“Yeah, we’ll bring you food and drinks, whatever you want,” Dustin says, “Just, stay put. We’ll bring back updates.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Eddie gives him a nod, then looks at Steve who finally looks back at him. An awkward tension fills the room.

“Okay,” Steve exhales, rubs his hands together, and turns to leave, “We’ll be back when you see the sun.”

~

“Fuck,” Eddie groans beneath a whisper, pressing his fingertips into your back, “What’s with Harrington?” His voice is coarse, but quiet. Dragging your nails gently down his bare back, you hum cheekily and smirk. Looking down from where he was laid on top of you, he brings his hand under your jaw and holds it tight. With a rough snap of his hips into yours, you roll your head back in his grasp with a moan. 

Both of you went back and forth on whether or not this was a good idea. So much was going on that it almost felt insensitive. Hell, you knew Steve thought the two of you were a couple of feins for one another, but this was how things were. This was what you did to cope. To forget. Even if it was only for a couple of minutes.

Shifting between yes or no for a bit, the second that BMW pulled away your hands were back on each other hungrier than before. Eddie had lifted you off the floor, stood up and stumbled to the door of the shed, taking you inside the house only to topple over on the couch by the backdoor.

With a laugh from you both, your lips were keen on staying pressed together as you shed your jackets, and Eddie’s shirt- he insisted you keep your Motley Crue tee on. 

Working at his belt, you’d memorized every groove, you tugged at the button on his jeans, yanking them down as he grinned and nibbled your bottom lip. They were at his knees when he finally took your shoes off, sitting up so that he had the space to pull off the striped pajama pants you were in.  He commented on them, teasing you because of ‘how cute they were’, and as if he wasn’t just a softy, he gripped below your knees, opening them as he laid back over you, and he kissed you roughly as he pushed himself inside of you. 

“You really want to talk about Steve right now?” You say, arching your back so that your chest pressed to his. 

“Not… really,” He mumbles, resting his forehead on yours. He takes his hand off of your jaw and slips it under your shirt, grazing your skin gently until he’s got a disgustingly pleasurable grip on what he wants. “Just… making sure… he’s not… messing… with you.” Letting your head lull back on the couch cushion, your eyes flutter shut as you listen to him speak between thrusts of his hips.

Bringing his hand back under your jaw, he tilts your head to the side with force and checks out the side of your neck he’d marked up two nights ago. He pauses, everything, causing you to open your eyes to look up at him. Breathing through parted lips, you whisper something unintelligible, something you weren’t even sure was English. Eddie, holding you down, raises an eyebrow.

“Something you wanna say?” He tilts his head as he talks down to you. Nodding as well as you could have, Eddie loosens his grip for you.

“I said, let go,” You turn your chin so you were eye to eye, and he listens.

“What do you want?” He asks softly, dragging the back of fingers across your cheek. Sliding your hands around his neck and up into his hair, you push him closer to you, and give him a deep, slow kiss. In the midst of it, Eddie moves his hips and sighs within the shared air over the sound you had made.

“Want just this,” You whisper, tangling your fingers in his curls, “Just you.” Smiling against your lips, he listens, starting to rock his hips lazily, loving the feeling of your hands in his hair. He appreciated this, and totally knew why you wanted it this way, because it honestly relieved him, too. Was he actually worried about Steve? Of course, Grade A Douche. But, the weight the last day has carried has been entirely too heavy. Tangled together like this the two of you were typically talkative, especially Eddie, because you wanted the excitement. You both needed it, you craved it. 

After today though, that was the last thing you wanted. Right now you need him to hold you tight, and fill every last bit of your thoughts with nothing but each other. Kissing your lips, he moves to your cheek, kissing down your jaw to your earlobe that he gives a tiny kiss to. Kissing his way back to your lips, he brushes his nose to yours twice and kisses you there once.

“I love you, baby,” He whispers, resting his forehead on yours. Gazing up at him with the eyes he loved, you halfheartedly smile, lost in him completely.

“I love you, Eddie,”

~

Back in the shed, sitting near the boat, Eddie was hidden, and content, until he heard a car pull up in front of the house. He glanced up and around at his surroundings and whined to himself out of strict panic. The sun was up, it was morning. Henderson said they would be back by the sunrise, but it had been up for two hours already, and that means the kid lied.

Hurrying to the window crouched over, he slapped a hand to the windowsill and tried to peek out of it to see if he could spot who had shown up. He was in the wrong window, all he had was a view of the bushes and the vague shape of, maybe, a car.

“Oh, shit,” He whispered, listening for footsteps or a voice- something that would tell him who, or what, was around.

All at once the shed door opened with a bang and Eddie jumped, yielding the broken beer bottle he had last night.

“Jesus!” He shouts, leaping back against the wall, looking over to find Dustin with two grocery bags in his hands, wearing a smile on his face. Robin, Harrington and Max waltz in behind him.

“Delivery service,” Dustin says, holding up the plastic bags. Robin grins, and Steve gives him a snarky little wave, one that Eddie almost deemed condescending. Last night was a blur, the group of you all coming to find him, Eddie knew Harrington was there, but now, in broad daylight, with him standing there with his… perfect hair, and charming smile… It pissed Eddie off.

The four of them come inside, making themselves at home. Dustin drops the groceries on the ground and plants himself on a stool, folding his hands as he sits his elbows on his legs. Robin says something quietly to Max that Eddie doesn’t hear, then starts to glance around the shed, eyeing Steve curiously. After a second of wondering what the hell she was talking about, Harrington scans his surroundings and folds his arms across his chest.

“So, we got, uh, some good news and some bad news,” Dustin starts to say until Steve cuts him off, asking Eddie where you were. Harrington leans his shoulder against one of the wooden pillars by the boat in the center of the shed that Eddie had plopped himself in. Rifling around the groceries, he pulls out a big box of cereal that was definitely from Dustin's kitchen, and shoots Steve the quickest glare over his shoulder.

“Did she go home?” He asks, “I literally told her I’d drive her.”

“She definitely doesn’t need your help,” Eddie says, and shovels a handful of Honeycombs into his mouth. Max sits down on a bucket beside the boat and asks Eddie, nicely, where you were. With a small sigh, Eddie looks at her. “She’s asleep, inside.” 

“How’d you get in?” Robin asks, and it makes Eddie laugh.

“It’s Ricks, it’s always open,” He mumbles as if the group was a part of the same inside joke he was. Scoffing, quietly he thought, but Eddie heard him, Steve shakes his head.

“Did you sleep?” Max asks.

“Yeah, get any?” Robin lowers her brows. Eddie smirks, inhaling another handful of the slightly stale cereal.

“Got something,” He muttered.

“Jesus Chri…” Steve whispers, and Eddie laughs.

“No!” He speaks up, the laughter stopping abruptly, “I barely slept. When you see what I’ve seen, it’s not exactly easy to close your eyes at night.”

“Yeah,” Max agrees in a soft voice, looking at her fingers that she tangled together nervously, “I know that one.” Watching her from the side of his eye, Eddie gives her the tiniest smile that she doesn’t see. He knows she’s Billy’s sister, and he knows that she saw him… go.

“Uh, so, news?” Eddie sits forward and looks over to Dustin who bobs his head.

“Good and bad… How do you prefer it?” The freshman asks.

“Bad news first, always,” Eddie widens his eyes for a second.

Inside Ricks, curled up on the couch with your knees tucked into your chest, you wake up to the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house. Lifting your head, you squint around in the daylight that was assaulting you from every window in the place and see that Eddie is gone. A pang of electric panic shoots down your spine and sends you springing onto your bare feet.

Socks padding the ground as you hurried to the archway to peer around it at the front window, you see that it’s Steve and the group getting out of his BMW. SIghing with relief, your eyes close for a hot second. Watching them start for the shed, you realize that that’s probably where Eddie was. You hoped. He had fallen asleep with you wrapped in his arms on the couch, but he must’ve not been there long.

Walking back to the couch you sit down and slip your sneakers on. Across the room Rick had a small TV on a table that you thought about turning on, just to see what was happening in Hawkins, but figured you shouldn’t for now. At this time in the morning it almost feels like the same time you ran off from your parents yesterday, and you wonder what they’re doing. Tying the last shoelace, you plop your foot to the floor and take a deep breath, wiping the sleep away from your eyes. It felt weird sitting on this couch without a raging hangover.

“What the hell,” You mumble to yourself, “What the actual hell,” Your brain sifts through yesterday as you slip out the backdoor and head into the shed. Five heads turn to you swiftly as you push open the metal door with a creak. Robin and Dustin smile at you.

“Morning, sunshine,” Steve says. Raising your eyebrows, you thin your lips and wave, watching Eddie shoot a nasty glare at him.

“Sleep well?” Max asks with heart, her eyes on you attentively. Stepping over to the boat, you put a foot in, catch your balance, then get in sitting across from Eddie.

“Mmm,” You hum, feeling awkward being freshly awake in front of people you barely knew, again, it’d be different if you had a raging hangover, “Went in and out, but, yeah, I guess. What are we talking about?” You look around at them all, then take the box of cereal away from Eddie, digging your hand in the same way he was.

Eddie smiles as he watches you, but then it fades as he says, “I’m the number one suspect for Chrissy’s death.” Mid-chew, you sit up straight, knitting your eyebrows together.

“What?!” Your shout is muffled by the Honeycombs in your mouth, “‘Ow can dey suspec’ ‘at?!” Eddie cocks his head.

“Can kinda see why they would,” He says nicely, but was borderline sarcastic. Rolling your eyes you look over at Dustin, swallowing the cereal.

“So, they’re searching? The cops?” You ask, your eyes gravitating towards Steve who’s nodding his head slightly.

“They haven’t released his name yet,” Harrington says.

“But, it didn’t take us long to find out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do,” Robin adds. Looking over your shoulder at her, she has subtle sorrow in her eyes, “And we’re sure that everyone and their shallow minded mother is gonna be gunning for you,” She looks over to Eddie whose eyes are shifting around the room uncomfortably.

“Hunt the freak, right?” He forces out of his mouth, biting on his bottom lip soon after. Leaning forward, you place a hand on his knee and give it a squeeze.

“Exactly,” Robin says.

“Shit,” Eddie sighs, putting a hand on top of yours, scrambling to get his fingers around yours. 

“So, before that happens,” Dustin holds up his hand, “We find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

 “That’s all, Dustin?” Eddie scoffs, “That’s all?”

“Yeah,” Dustin squeaks, “No, that’s pretty much it.”

“Yanno, for a minute, just a minute, I forgot about the wizard thing,” You tighten your fingers around Eddie’s rings and cringe.

“Listen,” Robin starts, “I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before.”

“Ah, right,” You add quietly, “Forgot about that, too,” Rolling your head around to crack your neck, you shift in your seat nervously and look over at Robin, “More monsters.”

“I mean, they have a few times, I have once,” She says, “Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we’ve got this.” Looking her up and down, the band geek, you laugh under a breath. Then you look at Max, who seemed tough enough to tackle anything on her own, but Steve and Dustin? A washed up high school jock, and a curly headed child who goes to science camp in the summer… can fight… monsters.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” You mumble, looking down at you and Eddie’s hands.

“We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers,” Harrington says to you, then drifts off, “But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So we’re technically in more of the…” Robin says.

“Kinda…” Steve drags on, both of them unable to come up with something that would satisfy you and Eddie.

“Brainstorming phase,” Max says confidently, nodding back to Robin and at Steve.

“Brainstorming,” Steve smiles and snaps his fingers.

“Great!” You chirp, swallowing the anxiety that was bubbling up in your throat, “My boyfriend’s a wanted man,” You say aloud for them to hear though you weren’t speaking directly to them, “In a town that already wants to bury him regardless of what he has or hasn’t done, and, and, and we’ve got to fight a wizard-or-something… I-don’t-even-know-and-he’s-real-and-so-is-a-world-under-Hawkins-and-you-all-think-we-can-win-”

“Hey,” Eddie’s hands grip your shoulders. Snapping your neck, you look up at him now three inches from your face. You didn’t even feel him move. “Take a deep breath, please,” He speaks gently. Breathing in and out of your nose within a second, Eddie grimaces, “You can do a bit better than that, princess,” He whispers, teasing you on purpose. Your hands shook where they laid on your thighs. Steve's voice sounds from your left.

“Is she freaking ou-”

“Stop,” Eddie digs, side eyeing him quickly before focusing his attention back on you, “Do it with me,” Watching his eyes, you follow him, taking in a painful gust of air into your nose, and slowly blowing it out of pursed lips. Eddie smiles, “Good girl, do it again, come on,” Taking four more breaths with him, you start to glance around at the others who were looking at you worried. You ended up on Max whose eyes were the size of dinner plates.

“Are you okay?” She says quietly. Wiggling your fingers on your legs, you tapped your toes on the bottom of the boat a couple times to which Eddie smiled again. You nod to Max.

“Yeah, sorry,” You sigh heavily, a bit of tightness still in your chest.

“Does that happen… often?” Robin asks curiously, speaking carefully, like she didn’t want to offend you.

“Used to,” You answer fast as your mind takes its time coming back into the room. Eddie takes his hands from your shoulders and puts them over your hands. “Guess I… do freak out,” You glance at Steve for a moment, “I just feel nervous all over sometimes, and, and sometimes… the nervousness, like, takes over.”

“A panic attack,” Robin says, the corners of her lips perking up. Eddie nods his head. Looking at Robin, you furrow your eyebrows and she shrugs.

“Happened to me a couple of times,” She says, “As a kid, before I took up band. My mom took me to a doctor, and they suggested I put my mind somewhere else, so… all these years I’ve been… playin’ away.” Turning your chin, you catch a glimpse of Eddie who looks as upset as you feel, like he was wearing your emotion for you. Not once did you think that this was something you should go to a doctor for, nor did your parents ever try to do anything about it. They dubbed you as dramatic, and overly sensitive. Eddie’s been the biggest help to get you through it.

“Oh, that’s… good,” You mumble. A silence surrounds the six of you, until Dustin's head perks up, looking toward the door.

“Do you guys hear… Shit,” He winces, jumping to his feet as the sound of police sirens comes into earshot. Whipping his body around, Eddie’s eyes shoot open wide.

“Tarp!” Robin shouts in a whisper, clabbering to her feet with Max, “Tarp, tarp!” She grips your arm tight and yanks you from the boat, catching you so you don’t fall on your feet. 

“Wait, no!” You try to go against her, but her grip is deadly. Maybe the band geek could take on more than you thought.

“Let’s go, you need to stay with us,” She says from behind her teeth. Looking down at Eddie, he looks at you with uncertainty, and you hate that it feels like he’s taking one last look at you.

“Go,” He says, and pulls the blue tarp that was used to cover the boat over his head.

“Shit, shit,” Dustin is whispering from the window, pressed against it completely. With Steve and Max behind him, and you and Robin coming up next, you all watch as cop cars and an ambulance speed down the road, not even acknowledging the cabin by the lake. Dustin turns slowly to look up at Steve, who turns to look at Robin, who turns to look at Max.

“Don’t tell me you want to follow them,” You mutter, looking down at Robin's hand that was still wrapped around your arm. She looks at you and gives you a sideways smile.

“Welcome to the crew,” She sighs, torn between feeling bad that you’ve been drug into the mess that is Hawkins, and feeling ecstatic that you were going to be hanging around for longer than she thought you were.

 Driving up the street at the speed limit, Steve makes a couple of turns until you can see the lights down one of the quietest roads in Hawkins, as if the town could get any spookier. You were in the backseat this time beside Robin and Max who each had a hand on one of your wrists.

“We have to go back, he shouldn’t be there alone,” You whispered to Robin, probably seven times, to which she started to respond with a shake of her head.

“Eddie’s a big boy,” She said the first time, “He’s gonna be okay.” 

“And if someone finds him while we’re gone?” You question snarkily, raising an eyebrow. 

“Then it’ll be good that you’re with us, instead of getting caught with him,” She made your face back at you, “You can’t help him if you're incarcerated.” And that shut you up until you reached a familiar scene you saw yesterday morning. Cops, dozens of them, and an ambulance.

Steve pulled up behind another car and parked on the shoulder of the road.

“Oh my god,” He mutters under his breath.

“What?” Max asks, sitting forward in her seat.

“Nancy,” Dustin and Steve say at the same exact time. Your heart could’ve stopped beating right on the spot. It didn’t, but it did plummet into the pit that currently was your stomach. Standing beside a cop car speaking to Chief Powell was Nancy Wheeler. 

At once, all four doors to the car opened and everyone started to get out, standing just outside their doors to see what was going on. You watch as Nancy spots them, relief and safety washing over her in an instant. Her body relaxed as she gave Steve a tiny wave, one that he returned to her.

“What the hell is Nancy Wheeler doing here?” You ask aloud, to no one really, and scoot out of the car to stand out on the street next to Max. You didn’t want to, your gut was telling you to stay in the car where Wheeler couldn’t see you, but this was your crew now, as Robin said. Maybe having to fight evil wizards in a make believe world that was very much real was a good time to patch things up with her.

“What happened here?” Steve mumbles, eyes scanning the police cars curiously. Max shakes her head and glances at you. She seemed to be gravitating toward you naturally, you think without her even knowing.

“Do you know Nancy?” She asks. You nod, pressing your lips together. “Oh, okay, cool. Mike’s in Hellfire, right, I forgot they’re… yeah.” She stumbles at the end of her sentence, leaving it at a sigh, laughing at herself. Giving her a small smile, you nudge her shoulder with your fist. 

“Nancy used to be my best friend,” You say matter of factly, and see her face twist in confusion, “Yeah, I know, doesn’t seem like we would be, but, we used to have sleepovers every Friday before we got to middle school.”

“What happened?” Max asks, “To you guys?” Glancing at her from the side of your eye, you smirk.

“She’s a good girl,” You lower your voice, but still hear Steve scoff who was very obviously listening in on your conversation about Nancy Wheeler.

“Not like you think,” He throws back to you before walking toward Nancy with Dustin and Robin following behind him. You watched him walk away, pondering over what he just said to you.

“Well, growing up she was,” You direct back to Max, “And, y’know, I met Eddie. Things changed when we grew up. I know like everybody else in this town she didn’t like him. And I know damn well she’s probably just like her parents now, prissy and perfect.” Max gives you a look you can’t decipher.

“Nancy can be kind of a badass,” She says to your surprise, “Maybe you should get to know her again, you guys would be like… a team of double badasses, or something.” She flashed you her cute smile before trailing after her friends, and Steve Harrington. One of the main reasons you and Nancy didn’t reconnect like people thought you would. Max seemed to, like Dustin, look up to the guy, so you left out that side of the story. Though it’s a big one.

Keeping your sneakers planted by the car, you had little to no desire to scamper up next to Nancy Wheeler like the others had. Looking down at yourself, you exhale heavily and groan, tilting your neck side to side to crack it. Rick's couch wasn’t great for sleep. You’re still dressed in what you wore yesterday, and now with Nancy Wheeler walking towards the car, you deeply, deeply, regretted not asking Robin for help with a change of clothes when they had left last night, and not to mention… you needed a shower. Maybe it wasn’t noticeable to others, but you felt dingy. Out of the presence of panic had you thinking about it.

The five of them came towards the BMW with their heads glued together, speaking quietly to one another with passion. Nancy’s eyes flickered up to yours a couple of times as they got closer, and once they reached the car the awkward air surrounded all of you, not just you and Wheeler.

“Uh… hi,” She says painfully, giving you an almost guilty smile. Hearing her voice sends your mind for a spin, the familiar lilt in her voice could’ve stabbed you directly in the stomach. She sounded like her basement, before her brother took it over when she grew up, and with one singular word she threw you headfirst into sleepovers down there with Barb where none of you would sleep, babbling on about people in school. 

Suddenly, with that word, she takes you to drives to school in the back of her mothers car where you would laugh and gab about what you would do that weekend, or complain about your brothers and how annoying they were. Looking at her now you could see it all.  

Chugging soda’s with popsicles in the summer, and laughing until your stomachs hurt, sitting on your patio wrapped up in towels with sunburnt noses after running through the sprinklers. Dancing to the music her dad would play in her living room, before he turned into a royal asshole, and making Mike dress up like a girl when he was only four years old, which you think he liked- and the night she invited you to Steve Harrington’s the summer before your freshman year at Hawkins High. She was about to be a sophomore, but the other kids there were much older than you. Steve was going to be a junior along with his other friends.

Eddie begged you not to go, he told you it was a bad idea and that nothing good was going to come out of it, but your fourteen year old mind was set on Nancy and maybe, hopefully, becoming friends again. Your mother dropped you off in front of Harrington’s with a weary eye, and now you realize that she and Eddie were both right for the first and last time in your life. Knowing Nancy Wheeler was going to be there, and Eddie was not, she let you go, and she trusted the wrong people.

“Hi,” You say back, hiding your grimace. Your stomach flipped uneasily, and the uncomfy, bad kind of electricity could be vaguely felt in your fingers.

“We need to go somewhere to talk,” Steve says to you, “All of us.”

Nancy nods her head, averting her eyes from you, and starts for her car that’s parked nearby. Robin comes around the other side of the BMW and holds your wrist like she was before.

“Come on,” She says gently, guiding you into the car, “We’ll be okay, keep breathing.”

“We’re coming here? Seriously?” Your voice is despicable, probably because Nancy Wheeler is in the car behind you pulling onto the road for Eddie and Max’s neighborhood.

“This is where she was last night,” Dustin says, ignoring your tone. You tighten your fists, Robin feeling your joints tense, but when you spot Eddie's trailer almost every nerve in your body goes limp.

Yellow police tape is wrapped around it, and it looks vacant. Uncle Wayne’s car wasn’t there. Typically there’d be neighbors walking around, and kids playing outside at every other trailer, but the place was a ghost town. Even the bench where Paul and DeeDee would sit and smoke was empty. 

The car passes his trailer, but your eyes stay glued to it, turning your shoulder to look out the back window at it. The whole feeling is just extremely unsettling.

Once the car is parked, you forget about Nancy Wheeler and pull Robin away, walking toward Eddie’s place with your eyebrows nestled right above your eyes. Something, maybe curiosity, is pulsing in your veins. You were here the night before Chrissy died. Nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing was suspicious, nothing- or nobody, could’ve been here to do something like that.

“Hey!” Steve calls over to you. Stopping in your tracks, you didn’t realize how fast you’d been walking, you look back at him and the others staring at you. “Where are you going?” He asks, and you catch a glimpse of worry on Nancy’s face. 

“I want…” You begin, and take a deep breath between your words, choosing them carefully, “Gotta pee.” You decide to say, not wanting them to follow you in. After a few seconds of the silent standoff, Steve waves his hand and walks toward a picnic table on the corner, the others following him to sit down, except Max who jogs over to you.

“You, uh, can go in my place,” She says, eyeing the trailer from over your shoulder, “My mom’s at work, so you, uh, won’t run into anybody.” Smiling at her, you appreciate her wanting to spare you the trauma of walking into Eddie’s and seeing something you didn't want to see, but the truth was, you did want to see. If there was something in there that was going to snap you out of the craziness that is Steve Harrington and his little group of make-believe-world believers, you had to see it. Maybe you were repressing it, but you didn’t want any of this ‘Hawkins Curse’ to be actually real. It was impossible, it had to be.

“I’ll be okay,” You say to Max gently, “Eddie’s is familiar… I think I need that right now.” You nod your head and she follows, walking backward for a second before spinning around to sit with her friends.

Stepping over the tape that was warning you to stop, you pull it away from the door when you get up the steps, and open the screen door slowly. With another deep breath, you grip the other handle that used to open on its own for you, and push it carefully with an eerie creek. You take a step inside and look around with wide eyes. It looks exactly the same.

Every odd mug was in place. The shelves around the room were untouched. It still smelled like cigarettes and a cologne that Wayne and Eddie both used to try to mask it with. Sure it wasn’t cleaned up like you or Nancy’s house would be, but Wayne wasn’t a stay-at-home mother like some women were around Hawkins. Hell, even though your mother had a job she still had time to overcompensate around the house.

Stepping through the trailer carefully, like each step could potentially set off a bomb, your eyes search for anything that would seem strange, but so far, everything was the way it should be. It was comfortable, but you can’t shake that it feels like something is watching you.

Down the hall you step into the bathroom, partially telling the group the truth of why you came inside. When you're finishing up, about to continue your patrol, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and laugh pathetically. Your hair is a wreck, desperately needing to be brushed, and there wasn’t a trace of makeup on you. The dark circles beneath your eyes were starting to show, and you were in dire need of a drink of water. You looked clammy, like you were actually getting sick.

Running the sinks cold water, you dip your hands beneath it and rub them over your face, hoping to bring your skin back to life, or potentially wash away the fear you could see living within your eyes. Wiping the droplets away with the sleeve of your jacket, you check yourself out again, but don’t feel any better. If anything the cold water made you look sicker.

Groaning, you reach your hands down for the water again, and end up looking down at a sink full of gut-wrenching, dark, slimy vines coming out of the tap and drain.

“What the HELL!” You shout, stumbling backwards against the wall. Slapping your hands over your eyes, you rub them a couple of times before looking down at the sink in a panic. The water was running and the ceramic was clean. “What the fuck, what the fuck,” You mumble, the speed of your breathing picking up. Shutting the sink off fast, bouncing back again like whatever you saw would give you another jumpscare, you leave the bathroom, and shut the door behind you. 

“I’m tired, I’m so tired,” You say on a loop, tiptoeing toward Eddie’s room, “These people are in my head, this make-believe crap, I’m… just tired! I’m seeing things that aren’t really there, and Eddie wonders why I don’t wanna play D ‘nd fuckin’ D…” Tapping his bedroom door with one finger, you peer inside before walking in- just in case.

“This is a safe room,” You sigh, walking in, anxiously glancing around, “I like this room… a lot,” You giggle, turning to look at his guitar hanging on the wall, “I can play a song on that,” You tilt your head to the side, now looking down at his bed, “I have fun on that,” Turning around you gaze at the posters and photos on his wall, smiling at one of you two taken at the last party you ever went to, Halloween night, sophomore year. The invite said you were going to get totally ‘sheet-faced’, and failed to mention you would go with your best friend and leave with a boyfriend, sealing the deal for the first time in the very room you were standing in now.

Letting your anxious thoughts subside as you thought about that night, you start to search through Eddie’s drawers looking for something you could change into. You’ve had to have left something here at some point. Tossing aside numerous belts, ripped jeans and a pair of your underwear that you laughed at, you find what you’re looking for. A pair of acid washed straight legged jeans that you’ve been missing for weeks.

“Son of a bitch,” You shake your head, hurrying to slip into them, leaving your striped pajama pants everyone was loving, on his bed, “Always hoarding my shit,” You whisper to yourself with the smallest laugh as you hurry back towards the front door. Passing by the closed bathroom door, you pause, hearing a soft sound, one that could very easily pass off as nothing if you didn’t just visualize something out of a movie you saw when you were thirteen coming out of the plumbing. It was like a frog's croak, but more… sinister. Hearing it again, you seem to reach your hand for the knob without knowing why, but snap out of it when the abrupt banging of a fist pounds on the front door. 

Snatching your hand back fast, you barrel for the door and hurry to get it open, finding Steve standing there.

“Why’d you lock it?” He’s frustrated, gesturing toward the lock. Shaking your head, you look down at it, then back to Harrington.

“I- I- I didn’t, I swear,” You answer quickly, then think back to the bathroom, wondering if you should bring up what you've seen and heard. 

“We’ve gotta go,” He relaxes his face and nods to the cars, “The girls are going to the library, I’m going… I’m going with the kids. Who do you want to go with?” Looking out between the two cars, Nancy and Robin standing at one, Max and Dustin standing at the other, all four of them were watching you. You really want to go with the kids, Max and Dustin would be enough buffer between you and Harrington. The idea of going to a library with Nancy Wheeler didn’t appeal to you, that is until Robin raises her hand and motions for you to join them. She makes a cute face, pouting her bottom lip, and your hands go sweaty.

“Uh, I’ll go with the girls,” You say to his surprise. He sighs dramatically.

“Of course you will,” He steps aside so you can move down the stairs, taking tedious steps to the car you didn’t want to get into, “Always the babysitter.” He grumbles to himself.

“Have fun, Stevie,” Robin calls over to him, waving her hand. Nancy slips into the driver's seat, avoiding looking at you as you round the vehicle and get into the backseat, an exact replica of your parents car- just in a different color.

“This should be fun,” You sigh, the two of you making eye contact in the rearview mirror for half a second. Robin looks back at you, then at Nancy, and smiles.

“Let’s go find our Victor Creel,” She says.

“Our who?” You wince, leaning toward her.

“Victor Creel,” Robin says in a spooky tone, leaning over her seat a bit. Inches away from one another, you and Robin stare at each other, Nancy looking up into her mirror again at you. Your cheeks turn pink after looking at Robin’s green eyes for too long, so you hurry to sit back as Nancy pulls out of the trailer park. You catch a glimpse of Robin laughing as she turns to sit forward in her own seat, sparking up a conversation with Nancy. Her short brown hair turns one more time to catch you still looking at her, and much like at Family Video, she glances away suspiciously, shaking her head, leaving you to sit quietly and curiously in the backseat.

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Angles and dehmons… blease… bleaee…

So, this is the second to last part of what is posted on AO3. This series is going on a (very brief) hiatus so I can finish plotting it out and then it will be posted, again. I want to take a small bit of time and catch up over here, so AO3 fics will be posted less this week.

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Soap sighed as he met up with Roach, trying to hide how bad he was fidgeting by clasping his hands behind his back. He tried to tell himself that this was just to find a way to keep his brothers safe. Nothing more.

Ignore that Gaz seemed to have completely dropped Alex completely. And that Rodolfo was much better… No, this was to keep them safe. The only reason.

‘I’m surprised you’re coming.’ Roach signed as Soap approached.

Soap had to admit… Roach looked good. Black joggers that hugged around his hips and left the slightest strip of skin showing under the loose black shirt he was wearing… Soap debated saying fuck the demon and just trying to get with Roach, instead, but… they had agreed to go to a match together. 

So, Soap shrugged and sighed. “I want him to get Alex to leave Gaz alone.”

‘That’s not what this is about.’ Roach shook his head. ‘He captured your interest as much as he captured mine.’

Soap glared at him. “That’s not true.”

‘Isn’t it?’

Soap huffed. “If you’re going to be an insufferable asshole, I’m just going to go home.” 

Roach hesitated and then sighed. ‘Fine. This is just to get Alex to leave Gaz alone.’

“Thank you.” Soap nodded. “Anyway, when does the match start?”

‘In an hour or so. I figured we’d both fly.’ Roach shrugged. He seemed to hesitate. ‘I’ve missed you.’

Soap looked away. “That’s behind us, Roach. You… made your choices, I’ve made mine.”

‘I regret them.’

“Yeah, well, it’s too late to take them back.” Soap muttered, ignoring that he also regretted his. Of all his relationships, ending this one with Roach hurt the worst. He’d take it back if he could but… he couldn’t. Actions had consequences and he’d had to learn to live with them. 

Roach shook his head. ‘Why? Why is it too late? We were good together.’

“Roach! We’re almost worlds apart!” Soap shook his head. “I live in the garden because I’m too damaged to do anything else and you- you’re off being a badass and taking jobs.”

Roach looked down. ‘I don’t think you’re too damaged to do anything else… I think you could do anything you wanted if you’d just try… I just… I… I miss you. I miss you at night when I should be sleeping and I miss you during the day when I’m awake. I don’t understand why… you stopped loving me?’

Soap stopped and almost stumbled back, feeling like he’d been hit. Had Roach spent this entire time thinking that Soap had left because he’d stopped loving him? Guilt suddenly filled him and he went to explain, but then Roach was stretching his wings out. ‘We should go, so we’re not late.’

Soap hesitated and then nodded. “You’re right.” He mumbled and stretched his own out. 

-

When they arrived, Roach informed the bouncer that they’d been invited by Ghost. Once they’d confirmed their names, they were quickly led inside. 

Soap found a seat with Roach, watching a small boxing ring where two demons were already fighting. Soap had to admit, he was quite surprised to see an equal spattering of Angels and Demons through the audience, though not many seemed to be watching the ring. 

A waiter came by and got a drink order from them before Soap turned to Roach, who was tracing a napkin. “When do you think Ghost fights?”

“Not for another hour-“

Soap jerked and then cursed loudly in surprise, both him and Roach immediately looking up to see Ghost was standing by the table. 

“Sorry.” Ghost chuckled and then leaned against their table. “I’ve been told I’m quiet.”

“You do that on purpose.” Soap accused, earning just a shrug. 

Roach nodded. ‘So why did you invite us here so early?’

“To get to know you both better.” Ghost answered before sliding into a chair at their table. “You both are intriguing. I’ve not met many angels who aren’t actively warriors that are willing to kidnap a demon from his bed and threaten him. Most of you, even little Seraphim, are too timid.”

“We’re not timid.” Soap answered, glaring at him. “Besides, we had something we needed.”

“Something I can’t give.” Ghost sighed. “Though, it looks like you convinced your brother to stay away, regardless.”

Soap just shrugged. “He made the decision on his own.”

Ghost nodded. “Good. But… you’re still here.”

Soap blushed dark. “I am.”

Roach rolled his eyes and Soap threw a glare at him. 

“Any reason why or do you have something new to threaten me for?” Ghost chuckled. 

Soap blushed even darker. “You invited me. I thought it would be rude not to accept.”

“Ah.” Ghost nodded. “Of course. Why else.”

Soap turned and glared at the table, trying not to get too riled up. “Maybe I should go-“

“No, no.” Ghost seemed to almost too quickly stop him and then he appeared almost sheepish. “I’m sorry. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Soap paused and then decided to accept that, relaxing. “Alright. I’m… I'm glad I’m here, too.” He nodded. 

Ghost then turned to Roach, who was looking around the club. “What about you? You know, that offer is still on the table~”

Roach half grinned at him. ‘Oh? Does the other still have to watch?’

“Only if he wants to.” Ghost laughed and then Soap only went darker red when Ghost winked at him. 

“He does not.” Soap answered, glaring at them both.

Roach seemed almost disappointed. ‘I’ll think about it.’ He told Ghost, who seemed to accept that. 

Soap tuned them out as he looked around, accepting his drink when it arrived. He hadn’t gotten anything with alcohol in it, not wanting to be inhibited in case anything went wrong. 

Neither really seemed to be too upset at his lack of conversation, so he focused on the fight, watching the two demons beat the shit out of each other. Alright, maybe it was a little… interesting to watch. Maybe he was a little excited by the display. Maybe. 

About 15 minutes before Ghost was supposed to fight, he stood up. “I need to go get ready. Thanks for coming.” Then he left. 

Soap and Roach both watched him go and then Roach turned to Soap. ‘You should give him a chance.’

“You give him a chance.” Soap retorted. “He’s clearly more interested in you than me.”

‘I think he’s interested in both of us.’

Soap looked down. “Maybe. But, he’s a demon. I’d be… going against so much that I believe in. Besides, he’s friends with Alex, who is friends with Rodolfo’s ex. It’d be… betraying my brother.”

Roach didn’t answer for a moment and then he looked down at the table, glaring at it. ‘What happened to you? You got injured and fell out of being a warrior and now you’re just… you’re not like yourself.’

“I changed. It happens.” Soap huffed. “What about you? You’re a hell of a lot angrier than you used to be.”

Roach winced. ‘There are things to be angry at.’

Soap shrugged. “Things changed me.”

Roach looked away and so Soap turned to look at the ring, seeing that Ghost had already stepped into it. He was against someone who was about his height and build, but Soap could see, already, that they looked deeply intimidated. 

Soap wondered if Ghost had a reputation. 

The fight started and- well, it was over almost as soon as it began. Soap wasn’t even entirely sure if he’d processed what happened. 

One moment, Ghost was facing his opponent and the next, they were on the floor with Ghost over them and Soap- Soap would definitely admit that it was fairly exciting to watch. Even just watching Ghost heave as he stood over his opponent was… well, Soap was seriously considering that chance. He looked at Roach, who seemed to have the same thoughts in his mind. 

“Alright, fine.” Soap smiled. “I’ll give him a chance.”

Roach looked very smug. ‘Oh?’

Soap nodded. “You still have that apartment in Evalia?”

Roach grinned. ‘You thinking of coming back to it?’

“I might be considering it.”

-

Gaz looked down at his plate once he was done eating, fidgeting slightly. “Do you really mean it when you say you don’t find me tempting?”

Alex went quiet. “Every time you’ve tried to seduce me… no. You didn’t tempt me. I don’t want to have sex with someone for an exchange. I may be a bit odd for a demon when it comes to sex, but I do like the idea of it being romantic. Intimate.”

“Romantic… intimate…” Gaz repeated. “I’ve never… I’ve never had sex before… before um- well, you know.”

“That doesn’t count, don’t worry.” Alex shook his head. 

Gaz hesitated. “Well, then I’ve never had sex. I don’t… I… I like you.” He settled on, blushing dark red. “I really like you…”

Alex softened. Then, his hand was touching Gaz’s and taking it, carefully. “I like you, too.”

Gaz looked down at their hands and then melted. “Oh…” 

Alex nodded. “I understand, though, if things can’t work because we’re too different.”

Gaz immediately shook his head, all ideas of continuing to entertain that flying out of his head. “No, no, we can… we can make it work…”

“Good.” Alex then brought Gaz’s hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. 

Gaz just melted again and then leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Ever since you saved me, I… I feel drawn to you…”

“I feel the same for you.” Alex smiled. “You’re always in the back of my mind.”

“You’re in mine…” Gaz’s heart filled with warmth and thrummed a little faster. “Constantly…” He then leaned over and into Alex, folding his wings so they wouldn’t knock against his. Alex’s arm moved and went around Gaz, who made a soft happy noise. 

Alex shook his head. “Such a sweet thing… are you done eating?”

Gaz nodded. “I am.” He lifted up so Alex could take his plate and then watched him take their plates to the sink. 

Then, Alex offered a hand when he came back and so Gaz took it, standing and following him to the living room. Alex sat on the couch and Gaz did the same before curling up into him, happily. “When will you need to go back?” Alex asked. 

“Soon, probably.” Gaz shook his head, settling in when Alex wrapped his arms around him. Then, Alex was stroking the base of his wings and he found himself melting into a little puddle on the demon, his wings just flopping wherever they could comfortably land. This was amazing…

Alex continued to stroke the base of his wings. “If you asked, I’d do anything for you. I want you to know that.”

Gaz blushed and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“Anything. I mean it.” Alex touched his face and made him look up at him. “Anything.”

Gaz furrowed his brows, unsure what Alex would mean by anything. Gaz didn’t want Alex to… kill for him or anything, but he… well, he supposed Alex already had. “Okay…” he softened and relaxed, nodding. “Thank you…”

“Of course.” Alex said and then leaned down, kissing Gaz’s forehead. 

Eventually, Gaz decided he needed to go home before Rodolfo started to look for him and so he went back to Alex’s basement, going through the mirror after saying goodbye. 

He started to head through the hallway to go back, but then he was distracted by Lilith, again. He wondered if she often hung out in this little mirror dimension. 

Gaz shook his head and went over to her, crouching down and petting her softly. “Hello, Lilith.”

She just meowed and purred before her wings fluttered and then she was pawing at a mirror. This mirror was… basic. Wood framed, tall. That was it. Gaz frowned and looked at it, only seeing darkness reflected inside. “I shouldn’t… I should go home.”

Lilith mewled and pawed at the frame again. Gaz groaned, unsure why he even bothered to pretend he wasn’t going to do things even when he definitely would. 

He just squared his shoulders and stepped through the mirror.

#angels and demons cod fic #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Gaz Cod #Alex Keller #Alex COD #Gaz x Alex #Alex x Gaz #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare II #gazalex #the gazalex agenda #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Gary Roach Sanderson #Roach cod #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #ghost x roach #roach x ghost #roach x soap #soap x roach #ghost x soap x roach

[eddieslittlefreak]

teenage dirtbag - steddie ff.

summary: steve does a favour to dustin which happens to involve eddie munson, and let’s be honest; steve isn’t the biggest fan of him. but what happens when steve starts to get fond of him? and when they come across a really interesting topic which turns into actions?

note: a really long fic, hope you like it :D

“Okay, let’s get this clear.” Steve said into the phone. “You want me to go and pick up Eddie The Freak Munson and take him to Skull Rock because appaerently you guys want to play D&D there?” 

“Pretty much wrapped it up.” Dustin agreed.

“Did you know that’s a making out spot?” Steve wondered.

“Doesn’t matter! It has all the vibes we need.” Dustin scoffed. “Will you do it or not?” 

“Why would I do it? You can show him where’s the place instead of me.” 

“I need to prepare stuff!” Dustin answered. “Don’t be such a baby! You go there with him and after that you can leave and act like you have things to do other than babysitting us.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Fine, fine! Jesus Christ, Henderson! Puberty really turned you into a grumpy old man.” he complained, still not believing that he said yes.

“He will be there when you’re shift ends, be nice!” aaaaand he ended the call.

“Bye to you too.” Steve shook his head as the tired mother he is.

Will he really do this? He didn’t even see Eddie since he graduated. The last thing he remembers that the kid had buzzed hair, his guitar was glued to his hand and he had such an attitude yet he was polite and nice with everyone. Still. Who knows that changed since then? Maybe Steve was jealous because Dustin spent so much time with him lately? Nah, totally impossible.. is it though? 

The end of his shift soon arrived, making Steve want to peal the skin off his face. Since Skull Rock wasn’t near any road where he could drive his car, he needed to walk with Eddie Munson by his side. What is Steve doing with his life?

He stepped out of the store and immediately started looking for the kid he remembered. But he didn’t see him anywhere. There was only one guy standing there, kicking rocks with his dirty Converse so Steve approached him.

“Uhm, sorry? Haven’t you seen here someone with uhm.. short hair, brown eyes, troubled kid look? Kind of?” Steve couldn’t even explain who was he looking for.

“Steve?” the person grinned. “It’s me, I’m Eddie.” he almost laughed as he said that and saw Steve’s face.

That got him right in the guts.

He’s Eddie? This guy? Eddie Munson? That Eddie Munson who Steve remembered? 

Okay now this guy had long, curly hair, ripped jeans and a lather jacket. Steve tried to say something, anything, but he was shamelessly staring at Eddie’s rings, then face, then lips, then eyes and hair. He was so close to start touching every part of him to make sure he isn’t made this up. Because Steve was pretty sure he is straight, but holy shit.

This guy was hot.

“Shit!” Steve cursed. “I’m sorry man, but the last time I saw you was ages ago and.. you changed.” surprisingly Steve didn’t say this in an offensive tone, rather complimenting. Actually, he didn’t even know what was going on.

“Well, yeah.” Eddie nodded as he looked over Steve as well. “You stayed just as hot as the last time I saw you.” he poked his tounge out a bit, as he carefully touched Steve’s hair. “And the hair. Of course.” Steve was in lost of words. He was mentally prepared for meeting Eddie, but oh he definitely wasn’t prepared for someone who is attractive. And he won’t lie, he was attracted to him. A bit. Just a little bit. Okay, screw it, Steve thought Eddie was gorgeous.

“Shall we go?” Steve asked. Shall we? Steve usually never says this but well, he usually isn’t attracted to guys either. I mean there’s nothing gay about admitting if a guy is handsome, but the words he would have described Eddie with was a bit over the straight line.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Eddie nodded, but Steve just stood there. “Stevie, you should be showing which way to go.” Eddie commented with a soft chuckle.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry. Bit distracted.” he answered. “C’mon, this way.”

This is definitely gonna be interesting. 

Eddie was.. how should Steve say this? Really, really one of a kind. He walked like a kid, hands in his pocket, sometimes totally getting lost at staring at something. Except one time this something became Steve. Eddie just traced over him a few times then hummed. And one more thing; he wasn’t that bad as Steve thought. They could keep up pretty good conversations and Steve actually enjoyed talking with him about.. everything. It became pretty clear, that with Eddie you can talk about anything you would like to, he won’t judge. Maybe he even relates to your weirdest stuff.

“So that’s why I think Dustin needs to get his ego checked. Sometimes he’s getting on my nerves.” Steve complained, earning a nod from Eddie.

“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie asked and Steve agreed. “Imagine how surprised he would be if he’d knew we’re here, talking about him like we would be his dads.” Steve laughed at this, jokingly rolling his eyes.

“You know Eddie..” he started, careful, not to look at Eddie for too long. “In school I didn’t know you that much, but ever since then I always thought you’re just a teenage dirtbag.” he confessed. Eddie’s lips formed a grin, looking at Steve only from the corner of his eyes.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought the same of you.” Eddie said. “The cool Steve Harrington, huh? Can’t really do anything with the fact that you’re maybe a nice guy.” he said as they walked into the woods and suddenly everything seemed different, because there were only the two of them. 

“Just maybe?” Steve teased, so Eddie pushed him a bit with his shoulder.

“Do I need to flatter you even more? And you say Dustin needs that ego check.” Steve laughed out loud again and this was really out of his usual behaviour. It was just that with Eddie everything seemed much more genuine and easy. He felt like all of the pressure because of the work, his parents and the weight of the past was suddenly all gone. 

“You maybe a nice guy too, Eddie.” Steve said as he looked up at the high trees, watching them reaching until the sky. Eddie’s eyes were still resting on Steve’s face, enjoying the moments when Steve Harrington completely forgot to be.. Steve Harrington. He looked like an ordinary guy, who was staring at the trees in those moments and didn’t act like he usually did in front of everyone. He didn’t care about that some of the curls from his perfectly styled hair were falling onto his forehead, or that the lace of his shoes were losened up. He just stuffed them into his shoes and kept on walking. Eddie would have lied if he said that he didn’t like this Steve. If he didn’t like Steve on basic. The only difference was that he wanted to see Steve being himself and more careless then usually. When he was like this, Steve was happier and somehow it made Eddie happy, too. 

Steve must admit it, he started to like Eddie, even if it hasn’t been that long since he got to know him a bit better. It was just something about Eddie that screamed “you will be head over heels for me at some point”. Steve guessed it was Eddie’s eyes, those big brown puppy eyes which wondered on Steve a bit longer than necessary. Steve didn’t mind it since he kind of did the same. He couldn’t really explain this all, it was just Eddie’s magnetic force that pulled him in.

It wasn’t long until they finally arrived to the rock, just to find nobody there.

“Weird. Dustin said he will be here sooner than us.”  Steve looked around, but it was obvious that Dustin wasn’t there. Eddie was so chill, just looking around the place, getting closer to the rock.

“Who comes here?” he asked Steve who was panicking a bit now, because he was alone with Eddie. On the way here he didn’t think about this because he knew Dustin will be here, but well.. he was nowhere near there.

“People who want to make out without getting interrupted.”  Steve sat down onto a small rock, trying to figure out something, but when Eddie sat down next to him, - so close, their thighs and knees were touching - Steve’s brain stopped functioning.

“Steve?” Eddie spoke softly. “Can I tell you a secret?” he slightly tilted his head, quietly studying Steve’s face. 

“Yeah, sure.” Steve answered, a feeling of excitement ran up on his spine. 

“I never kissed anyone before.” Eddie said with a pout on his face, while Steve parted his lips.

“Are you serious? No judging or anything, just wow..” Steve didn’t want to sound like an asshole, yet somehow he still managed to do it. 

“Not everyone can be so cool like you.” Steve brushed this off.

“I’m not cool. I had my first kiss at a birthday party behind a fast food restaurant, right next to the trash bins.” Eddie chuckled at this. 

“Sounds cool to me.” he said then looked around with a sigh. “Must be nice to have your first kiss here. I don’t even know how to kiss.” Steve was now intensively staring at Eddie, he basically forgot to blink. A lot of things ran through his mind in those moments, and the fact of Eddie being so pretty gave the final push to Steve. 

“Hey, man?” Eddie looked at Steve in wonder. “Want me to..” yup, there goes Steve’s courage.

“What, Stevie? I don’t get what you’re talking about.” Eddie blinked at him with those big, big mesmerizing hazel eyes of his, leaning a bit closer and curiously studying his face. 

“Want me to teach you how to kiss?” Steve finally spit out the words. Eddie hummed.

“Would you do that for me, Stevie?”  Eddie asked, his knee brushing against Steve’s as he sat a bit closer. 

“I mean.. friends do favors for each other all the time, right?” Steve softly bit his bottom lip. He had romantic thoughts of the same gender before, but oh gosh, now he was completely sure he is into men as well.

“Right.” Eddie nodded with a smile forming on his face. “Alright, teach me how to kiss, Harrington.” 

Steve’s heart was beating in his throat like crazy. Gosh, Eddie was so close to him, and from here he will only get closer. He didn’t even has any idea how to start is without being extremely awkward, yet he was still the one who offered this on the first place. There was just something about how Eddie looked in the dim light that got through between the trees. 

Suddenly Steve got an idea, so he grabbed the guitar pick on Eddie’s necklace and pulled him closer by that. Their lips met and this was only the beginning of the symphony. Steve cupped Eddie’s face with his palms, because this was just his habit that he did when he kissed someone. Eddie’s tongue found the rhythm with Steve’s, melting into the touch. Eddie got filled with lust and the smell of Steve, that sweet, intoxicating scent, so he couldn’t help but lead his fingers into Steve’s hair. He tugged on it a bit, making Steve bite down on his lip. Now this was something new for the both of them. They both just figured it out that Steve might be into this hair pulling, and it was a huge shock for Steve himself. Eddie’s other palm was resting on Steve’s thigh, brushing over it with soft, slow movements. Gosh, this whole thing was something that Steve never experienced before. And apparently Eddie either.. right? 

Now Steve had some concerns.

Because when he leaned back a bit, Eddie looked up at him, grinning like the devil, his hand still on Steve’s thigh. 

“Jesus, you should see your face right now.” Eddie teased him, and oh yeah, Steve was confused, and very very turned on. Not a good combo. Those beautiful eyes were blinking at him innocently, but the devilish smirk was still resting on Eddie’s shiny, puffed lips. 

“You are pretty good for a first time kisser.” Steve commented, not even sure what to say. Eddie started laughing, and Steve now was just sitting there with an even more confused look on his face. “What?”

“You’re so sweet, Stevie.” Eddie pinched Steve’s cheek. “Did you honestly believe that I didn’t kiss anyone before?” Steve was just blinking, his smile frozed on his face, making Eddie laugh even more.

“Munson, I will murder you, I swear.” he said and at this point Eddie was trying to brush the laugh caused tears away from his face. “I bet Dustin knew about this! That little shit!”

“C’mon, big boy. Don’t be so pissed off.” Eddie said when he finally stopped laughing. “You said yourself. I’m just a teenage dirtbag.” Steve just hummed and turned away from Eddie. “Hey, don’t do this!” Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s torso and rested his chin on his shoulder. Steve’s cheeks heated up, but couldn’t complain, he liked Eddie’s touch on him.

“I wasn’t even your first kiss.” Steve said quietly, making Eddie smile. He pressed a kiss on Steve’s neck.

“Maybe you wasn’t.” he said, voice low and silky “But you are my best kiss, Harrington.” 

#steddie #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve stranger things #stranger things #eddie and steve #steve and eddie

[iwriteweightgainbullshit]

“I’ll let your love fatten me up” (Part 1) 

Ship: Billy Hargrove/ Steve Harrington 

This is a feederism kink, don’t like don’t read. Also contains a lot of fluff. 

Words: 1,294 

Tw: Anger, angst, kinda homophobia, eating problems, bad home situation, curse words (tell me if i forgot anything) 

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“Steve, I’m gonna fucking kill you if you try to pull that shit again, faggot!” Billy said slamming his fist against the table. 

“Billy! I swear I didn’t mean to!”  

“Oh you just accidentally grabbed my food tray and ate it huh?! Steve, you’re gonna fucking pay for this!” Steve could hear the anger in his voice but there also was an undeniable hint of fear in his voice. Weird, he never heard Billy’s voice like this... 

“What’s the big fucking deal Billy, just eat when you get home for fuck sake!” Steve screams at Billy and wait... did he see that right? Billy actually flinched a little. Steve could feel the guilt in his stomach. This wasn’t just a regular agrument was it? There was actually more happening here then what’s on the surface. 

“I fucking can’t!” Billy shouted a bit too loud and proceeded to look shy. Too shy for Billy... 

“Billy, what do you mean?” Steve was shocked by Billy’s reaction, but something in him told him to not get mad at Billy for this. Something in him saw the hurt in Billy’s eyes. Something in him just wanted to hold Billy, tell him that it was okay and take care of him. Steve quickly pushed those thoughts away. 

“Forget about it” Billy quickly said, looking at the ground. Quickly walking away. Leaving Steve all confused and feeling quilty. 

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Steve tries to follow his classes but the guilt is eating him alive. After school he decides he can no longer ignore that guilt. So he went to the neariest snackbar and bought a family sized bag of fries, and quickly went back to school to look for Billy. 

He then finds Billy hanging against his Camero, so he walks over to him. 

“Here you go big guy, sorry for eating your fries man.” Steve says with his most charming smile. 

“Thanks...” Billy says. Again shyly... There must be something up, Billy is definitely not a shy person. 

“No way, the famous bully... The one and only Billy Hargrove... Saying thanks to someone.” 

“Don’t get used to it, Harrington.” Billy says with a cute smile. Wait? Cute? Shit, Steve has to get these ideas out of his head. 

“Well, see ya later Billy”. Steve says awkwardly and turns around to leave. But then... 

“Wait...” Billy says nervously. 

“Yes, Billy?” 

“Ehm, can I pay you back for the food? In any way?” Billy says while looking at the ground. Hm weird it’s the second time he does that today... 

“Come over for a movie and snacks some day and we’re even” Steve winks. He doesn’t actually except Billy to come over at all, but like he can still offer it right? 

But then. Weirdly enough. He catches Billy blushing. 

Could it be?.... His year long bully and crush... Could he actually be a queer?... And better yet.. Could he actually be interested in him? 

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That evening the bell rings at Steve’s house, and suprisingly there’s Billy standing there. Bruised from head to toe. 

“Still on for that movie night, Harrington?” Billy has a cocky smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes at all. There is a definite sadness in his eyes. And it hurts Steve’s heart to see him like this.  

“Holy shit Billy! What the fuck happend to you!?” Steve is in shock. 

Billy’s face falls for a second but he quickly brings back the (fake) cocky smile. 

“Don’t worry about it, pretty boy. Sooooo... movies and snacks?” Billy winks. 

Steve isn’t really sure what to do. He doesn’t want to push Billy and force him to talk about his feelings... But if Billy is in danger or needs help... He decides to step aside and let Billy in. He quickly grabs a first aid kit and sits Billy down on a chair in the living room. 

“Okay let’s get this cleaned up first huh?” He softly cleanes the wounds in his face and his arms and hands.  

“There you go tough guy, all nice and clean.” He smiles at Billy and damn his smile is so cute. Billy can’t help but smile back at him. 

“Thank you Steve, really” Billy’s eyes seem almost not sad at all now. More like alive and happy, it warms Steve’s heart. 

“Choose any movie you want, imma get some snacks.” He walks to the kitchen.  

“Oh actually..” He sceams from the kitchen. “I also got some left overs from dinner, you want that? Plus snacks ofcoures.”  

“Yes, please” Billy looks so soft and safe like this. This man is gonna be the death of Steve. 

* 

A few moments later. 

Billy is eating the 5 slices of pizza that were left over, while they were watching ‘the meg’. 

Billy is at 2 slices left when he decides he isn’t hungry anymore. But the pizza looks so good... And he finally has a chance to eat... So he just eats the slices. When he finishes those slices he feels comfortable full. Yet that doesn’t stop him from not eating some snacks... 

But after he ate 3 cookies, a bowl of chips and halve a chocolate bar. He isn’t that comfortable anymore, better yet his belly is aching.  

Steve notices how much Billy is eating but decides not to ask questions. He alright had a feeling his home situation might not be the best. And if he can help Billy in any way with that, even if it’s just giving him food so he won’t actually starve, he will help him. 

The movie is pretty good, a bit boring so on a moment they both aren’t really focusing on the screen, the shark suddenly jumps out of nowhere. And both Billy and Steve jump up from the couch in shock. Which causes Billy to winch in pain, because the movement upset his belly and... Oh shit Billy starts crying. 

You dumb pathetic loser, I can’t believe you are crying on Steve’s damn couch right now because you ate too much and gave yourself a bellyache. How pathetic is that. Billy thinks to himself.  

But Steve... His face softens en he takes Billy in his lap, because it seemed right. He just hopes Billy won’t beat his ass for acting a faggot. 

He holds Billy tight and tries to calm him down.  

“Sssh baby, it’s okay. I’m here for you. It’s okay baby” He gently strokes Billy’s face. He looks like damn angel, he is beautiful... Too skinny though, it kinda scares Steve how skinny Billy is. He’ll have to put some meat on him. 

Billy slowely starts to calm down, he looks with his blue piercing eyes right into Steve’s big brown eyes. And he can physically feel Steve’s care, it feels nice. To have someone care about him, he feels... Safe... Kinda. 

“Can you tell me what’s wrong baby?” Steve gives Billy the space to let him talk about it, but doesn’t force him. It feels nice to Billy. 

“Ate too much....” Billy says with a pout and before Steve can say anything he continues. 

“I don’t get food at home, only sometimes.. And when I try to grab some food...” Billy says soflty.  

“Then what baby?” Steve already guessed what happend then, but he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions. 

“Then he hits me..” Billy says so soflty, it’s almost impossible to hear. 

“Oh baby come here, I’m here for you okay? Wanna sleep here baby?” Steve holds Billy. 

“Yes please” Billy smiles. 

They quickly go to bed and fall asleep cuddling. 

But when Steve wakes up, he is all alone. But there is letter on the bed, it says: ‘if you tell anyone what happend yesterday, I’ll fucking kill you. AM NOT JOKING!’  

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So this is just a part one, I am planning on making more chapters 😊  

Please let me know what you think of it, and let me know if I did anything wrong. 

Thank you very much for reading! 

Also let me know if you wanna be tagged in chapter 2 😊 

Have a nice day! 

#chubby billy hargrove #billy hargrove #chubby steve harrington #steve harrington #fanfics #stranger things #dacre montgomery #chubby dacre montgomery

[rainiishowers]

Hi your highness! I was wondering if I could request a scenario where Luke accidentally gets cursed and it forces Luke to act somewhat similar to a demon ( likes to play fight and cause problems on purpose ). However, he doesn't act on any sin nor does he go after MCs soul, he just acts like a menace and sometimes attempts to fight people! And he may or may be lost somewhere in the devildom because someone left the door open-

You can choose which format and characters you like, if you want to write it all!

( this really does sound like someones evil little dog got loose and decided to cause problems across the neighborhood )

A/N: I love the thought of menace Luke sm I made up last names for Luke and Simeon, just an FYI Thanks to @tragedytells-tales for it lol Summary: Oh no! Luke touched a cursed book from the castle's library and Simeon doubts that this new Luke could be contained in just his room.. ---

Simeon was working on his new book, frustrated with how this single sentence never sounded right. He groans and stares at the ceiling before a ringing stops snaps him out of it. The angel grabs the D.D.D, which was beside him, and saw it was from Barbatos. Did Luke and him finish the baking lesson early? He remembers Solomon taking him to the castle, but it was rather early to pick up Luke. He answers it, almost forgetting how to, and brought it close to speak. “Barbatos? How come you’re calling me?” “Well.. Luke and I were in the library waiting for the cake to cool, as he was interested in some literature that could be found in the library..” “That’s.. a bit surprising-” “I thought so as well, but I took him to the library and we browsed some books. Unfortunately--” Suddenly a sort of crackling noise came from the other end, the sound of running soon after. “Wha- Barbatos?!” He was on full alert now, worrying about what could’ve happened. He got up, staying on the line as he got ready to head there himself He heard some voices from the other line, crackling before he heard a sigh. “Apologies, Simeon..” “What happened?!” “Well.. When we were in the library, Luke touched a curse book that forces him to act how a demon would, asides from acting on a specific sin or wanting human souls.” He was relieved he wasn’t acting on a specific sin, if he did, god forbid the Celestial Realm found out. “Let me goo!!” That sounded like Luke. “I’m coming over, hopefully we can fix this mess.. somehow..” “Yes, I hope so as well, I’ll keep Luke in a guest room until you arrive.” --- Simeon hurries to the castle, dearly worrying for his young charge. Once he got the castle and knocks on the door, Barbatos was quick to answer and pull Simeon in, sighing. “What happened? I only just got here and you’re already sighing.” Simeon puts a hand on his hip. “Unfortunately, I lost Luke, even though I put him in a guest room.” “I am so sorry, I thought Luke would be more cautious..” “I thought so too..” Suddenly they heard footsteps, frantic ones at that. They look over and see a maid. “Barbatos, Simeon.. I have found Luke.” She says with a frown. “What? Where is he?” Simeon asks, worry clear in his voice. The maid led the two to the ballroom, where Luke was... on the chandelier. “He somehow figured out how to use his wings, and now he is using them to climb up on usually inaccessible areas..” The maid informs. Simeon, who already was agitated in the first place, looks up at the chandelier where he was swinging. “Luke Celest! Get down here right now!!” Barbatos was a bit surprised to hear the angel raise his voice, as Simeon was never one to yell or get angry at Luke. “You can’t make me!!” “Get down or I will come get you myself!” Luke sticks out his tongue, making Simeon sigh heavily, extend his wings and fly up. Barbatos heard some arguing and saw a bit of kicking until Simeon came back down with a sleeping Luke. The maid took him to a guest room as Simeon and Barbatos leave to the living area. “Once again, I am sorry that Luke is acting like this.” “It’s alright, he’s under a curse, and a powerful one at that, so we can’t really blame him for his actions.” “Yes, I suppose you’re right..” Barbatos gives him a cup of tea he poured and saw down beside him. “I have never seen you so agitated before, is everything alright?’ “Yes, everything is fine.. I apologize for my outburst.. Writing is just difficult sometimes.” Barbatos nods, not wishing to press any further. “Let’s not tell Luke about this though.. I’m getting a bit of a headache thinking about his reaction...” “Yes, I agree..”

#omswd #om! simeon #om! barbatos #om! luke #curse #demon like luke #crack #luke gets on a chandelier #simeon is stressed #sorry it took so long

[hopeswriting]

hi, byakuwan here (again) - have you ever thought about an arcobaleno/vongola guardians roleswap AU?

hey there! (oh don't even worry about it, you can drop in my inbox as often as you want. 🥰)

i can’t say i have! i wrote a post once about the arco as tsuna’s guardians, and i have a role swap au wip, but this specific role swap never crossed my mind before. i think it’s a super fun one tho!

so like, do we swap everything? including their ages? because the idea of kid!arco--middle schoolers!arco is really sending me lmao. it’s like, the absolute mayhem that is sure to come with that, you know? just eight unhinged, feral little menaces of gremlins children, running around and causing problems to everyone but them wherever they go, and never feeling sorry or doing anything about it. AND killing people, we can’t forget the killing.

because they’d be all mafia too, right? WAIT NO them being civilians too at first, and still already being little menaces à la hibari would make this so much funnier actually. and THEN when the mafia stuff comes around they like, Do Not blink at it. are on board with it instantly. and not even because they get to kill people, tho they definitely thought about killing people before, but like. GUNS. cool suits. cool rings. MONEY. being above the law. RAINBOW COLORED MAGICAL FLAMES. and getting to rule over the mafia worldwide too they guess.

(they absolutely Do Not realize what they’re getting into when they instantly agree to it, but do they care? they don’t.)

on that note i think they’d totally be on board with inheriting vongola too. except, like. they’d want to, but wouldn’t actually be interested in it, if you know what i mean. like, they couldn’t care less about ruling, but you goddamn bet they do want to be rulers, and, of course, they make it vongola’s problems entirely lol.

AND THE WHOLE VARIA ARC DEBACLE OMG ZSFDGBDSDF!!! okay listen, listen, they’d cheat right back so blatantly and unapologetically, and without an ounce of shame. they’d just play so dirty too, they wouldn’t give a shit about the rules or cervello or whatnot. and like, these middle schoolers? i can believe they win against an elite team of hitmen without undermining said elite team of hitmen’s skills.

AND NOT NONO SURVIVING THE WHOLE THING WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIFE IN THIS AU LMAO. and the arco still cannot make themselves care about it. skull just wants his cool robot to work again so he can keep tearing into it. xanxus regrets all of his life choices. NONO regrets all of his life choices. the arco are having so much fun, hell yes.

but ahem, yeah, so that was about guardians!arco lol. arco!10th gen is just as much fun to think about tho!

like, how does it work? does the whole curse thing goes smoother or worse? do they fall apart after the curse too, were they closer before it happened? how do they cope with it, if at all? oh yeah and also! what are they even the strongest/greatest of?

okay but about them coping (or not) with the curse tho. idk why but i feel like they’d generally be better at it than the canon!arco. tsuna tho? he just snaps. and i’m not sure why i’m so certain about it, but he definitely Does Not take the curse well. at all. he’s so angry about it, it’s just the last straw, and then his lack of coping afterwards is ugly and ruthless. i really don’t know why, but i just feel like tsuna would be mammon in this scenario, just relentlessly doing everything he can to free himself from the curse.

but on a more lighthearted note, i feel like tsuna at the very least wouldn’t have purposefully tried to become one of the strongest, you know? honestly he couldn’t care less about it, but it just still kind of happens entirely despite his best efforts to keep living a quiet and peaceful life, and THEN he gets fucking cursed because of it?? i just think it’s hilarious that even with this role swap, tsuna still Did Not Want, Did Not Fucking Ask and is So Fucking Done with everything that’s happening to him lmao.

and then he hunts kawahira down for sports, as a treat.

(okay but also, who do you think become vongola decimo and the arco tutor in this scenario??)

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr asks #khr arcobaleno #vongola tenth gen #sawada tsunayoshi #khr au #role swap au #Anonymous #byakuwan

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𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬   OF  FAIRYTALES,  FOLKLORE  AND  FAEKIND.

scenarios  inspired  by  various  settings,  encounters  &  magic  tucked  between  pages,  fashioned  by  the  author.

+   feel  free  to  change  pronouns  /  roles  !

FAIRYTALES.

‘  let  me  guess,  you  thought  a  true  love’s  kiss  would  help  you.  ’

‘  you  will  always  follow  the  trail  in  the  wood,  and  it  will  guide  you  on  the  same  path,  to  the  same  cottage,  the  same  witch.  it  will  always  be  your  undoing.  ’

‘  i  have  never  seen  a  more  tragic  creature.  how  might  i  help  you  ?  ’

‘  you  must  take  this  knife  and  plunge  it  into  his  /  her  /  their  heart.  ’

‘  forget  yourself.  that  is  how  you  break  your  curse.  ’

‘  remove  this  thorn  from  my  hand,  and  you  will  be  rewarded.  ’

‘  i’m  tired  of  being  a  prince.  i  think  i  would  actually  enjoy  being  a  frog.  ’

‘  tell  me  of  the  beast,  and  i  will  hunt  it  for  you.  ’

‘  mice  are  never  just  mice,  and  pumpkins  are  rarely  just  pumpkins.  ’

‘  i  don’t  think  breaking  a  spell  should  be  this  simple.  ’

‘  i  never  thought  i’d  return  here,  to  the  site  where  it  all  began.  ’

‘  are  you  an  orphan  ?  it’s  just  that  they’re  always  finding  themselves  in  magical  predicaments.  ’

‘  the  mirror  speaks  falsely  in  your  ear.  it  is  your  true  curse.  ’

‘  my  heart  feels  uneasy,  although  i  am  free.  is  it  supposed  to  ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry,  it’s  just  that  i  thought  this  is  the  part  of  the  quest  where  the  animals  ought  to  start  talking  to  me.  ’

‘  of  course  i  plan  on  going  to  the  ball.  why  wouldn’t  i  ?  ’

‘  jealousy  has  made  more  witches  out  of  women  than  adam’s  rib.  ’

‘  where  has  choosing  goodheartedness  and  having  golden  hair  ever  gotten  you  ?  ’

 ‘  are  you  a  helpful  wizard,  or  the  kind  that  sits  in  a  tower  reading  moldy  books  ?  ’

‘  i’m  dreadfully  bored.  who  knew  waiting  for  a  prince  was  so  strenuous  ?  ’

‘  we  all  have  towers  we  must  leave,  and  magic  that  will  try  to  thwart  us.  ’

‘  i’m  afraid  for  the  clock  to  strike.  the  hour  will  ring  in  the  place  of  my  heartbeat  when  we  must  be  parted.  ’

‘  i  had  no  idea  carpets  could  fly.  or  pigs  for  that  matter.  ’  

‘  what  would  happen  if  the  knight  did  not  arrive  to  the  castle,  and  the  dragon  made  a  den  of  it  and  a  hoard  of  its  people  and  prize  of  its  princess  ?  ’

‘  i  sometimes  think  i  was  switched  out  at  birth,  like  a  lizard  in  a  bird’s  nest.  i  belong  somewhere  else.  ’

‘   in  another  kingdom  exists  a  throne  and  a  crown  that  is  mine  by  right.  ’

‘  if  i  did  not  wake  up  one  day,  i  would  still  be  waiting  on  a spinning  wheel,  dutifully  bored.  ’  

‘  something  in  me  knows  you  are  here  for  my  heart.  ’

FOLKLORE.

‘  in  all  the  myths  i’ve  heard,  it’s  never  been  worthwhile  to  approach  strange  sights.  it’s  best  to  turn  around  and  pretend  you  never  saw  them.  ’

‘  nothing  is  folklore  until  it  exists  longer  than  consciousness  remembers,  and  lives  in  spite  of  it.  ’

‘  i’ve  heard  your  name  before,  in  songs  and  lengthy  ballads.  ’

‘  whatever  has  led  you  here  to  me,  there  is  destiny  in  its  making.  ’

‘  the  beast  returns  every  century  or  so,  and  tries  to  devour  us.  it  will  come  again  before  long.  ’

‘  a  pretty  face  is  not  nothing.  it  earns  you  a  hearth  and  a  kind  hand,  after  all.  ’

‘  their  lips  are  red  as  blood,  and  their  teeth  carve  ruin  into  throats.  ’

‘  aren’t  dragons  supposed  to  breathe  fire  and  make  a  fuss  about  having  their  treasure  found  ?  ’

‘  someday  you  will  become  a  pilgrim,  a  saint,  or  a  favored  story,  while  i  will  be  a  voice  on  the  wind.  ’

‘  the  stories  say  brides  don’t  live  to  the  light  before  demons  devour  them.  why  should  i  become  one  ?  ’

‘  there  was  another  girl  like  you  once,  in  a  small  town  like  this  one.  i  can’t  remember  if  she  became  the  monster  or  died  trying  to  escape  it.  ’

‘  remember  to  festoon  the  hearth  with  garlic,  or  rosemary,  or  one  of  those  mundane  herbs  that  keep  evil  out.  ’

‘  that  sounds  like  nothing  but  a  tall  tale,  but  i’m  certain  smaller  minds  would  eat  it  up.  ’

‘  to  cross  this  bridge,  you’ll  have  to  pay  a  heavy  toll.  ’

‘  don’t  stray  too  far  from  the  path  set  before  you,  or  something  interesting  might  happen.  ’

‘  i’ve  passed  that  yard  of  crops  a  million  times,  but  the  crow  never  moved  from  its  post  until  this  morning.  ’

‘   it  is  as  though  ancient  fears  are  still  in  us  like  scars  or  stitches.  ’

‘  graveyards  aren’t  where  you  find  ghosts.  look  for  them  in  places  that  feel  like  memories  you  shouldn’t  have.  ’

‘  stories  reap  princes  from  peasants  as  if  their  skins  were  crops  in  the  ground.  ’

‘  what  form  does  your  fear  take  ?  surely  not  that  of  a  bear  or  a  lion.  such  things  are  too  assuring.  ’

‘  i  found  myself  where  everything  was  too  familiar  to  be  real.  ’

‘  in  safe  beds  on  cold  dark  nights,  we  learn  to  face  the  monsters  in  our  own  minds.  ’

FAEKIND.

‘  you’re  not  to  partake  in  a  fairy  feast.  don’t  you  know  it’s  the  food  that  will  devour  you  ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry  you  did  not  read  the  eyes  of  the  trees  before  finding  yourself  here.  ’

‘  i  wish  to  go  back.  i  want  to  forget  everything.  ’

‘  you  think  that  believing  in  us  is  enough  to  protect  you  ?  that  it  will  kill  us  if  you  forget,  and  we  prey  upon  your  unknowing  ?  ’

‘  step  around  the  ring  three  times,  like  a  backwards  clock.  that’s  how  you  get  to  fairyland.  ’  

‘  i’ve  never  heard  such  sweet  music  before.  ’

‘  where  the  trees  begin  to  twist  and  groan  in  their  roots,  remember  you  must  not  make  a  right  turn.  ’

‘  i  didn’t  feel  like  i’d  stepped  into  another  world,  but  like  it  stepped  into  me.  i  knew  i  was  there  and  forgot  i’d  left  anything  behind.  ’

‘  how  amusing.  a  human  !  ’

‘  would  you  be  my  bride  if  i  were  to  take  you  into  the  ground  ?  ’

‘  i  know  of  tunnels  you  might  take,  the  burrows  of  trolls  and  rabbits.  ’

‘  don’t  take  anything  from  this  realm,  none  of  it  is  worth  the  price  of  keeping.  ’

‘  there  are  courts  by  many  titles  in  the  lands  beyond  the  veil,  all  of  them  other.  ’

‘  names  are  not  like  currency  here;  they  are  more  precious  than  diamonds  and  legacies.  ’

‘  did  you  think  all  of  us  looked  like  goblins  ?  ’

‘  getting  here  is  easy,  but  getting  home  is  quite  the  trick.  ’

‘  i  shall  give  you  a  riddle,  and  it  will  puzzle  you  until  you  know  the  answer  but  forget  your  own  soul.  ’

‘  a  bloodline  is  nothing  when  you’ve  outlived  civilizations.  ’

‘  refusing  my  hospitality  is  like  human  sin,  and  it  will  bring  worse  upon  you.  ’

‘  everything  here  is  and  isn’t,  and  things  are  and  aren’t.  ’

‘  on  lonely  nights  i  stare  into  the  trees,  and  a  strange  face  leers  back.  ’

‘  the  thrones  here  are  made  of  bones  and  blood,  and  built  upon  decay.  ’

‘  a  third  time  is  not  a  charm,  but  a  bargain.  it  says  that  you  want  something  enough  to  wager  your  sense.  ’

‘  it  is  dangerous  to  think  that  magical  beings  do  not  have  human  intensities.  ’

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