#and went into the basement to watch TV alone

[diejager]

I can request yandere! König and yandere Ghost?

She used to be a soldier before she was kidnapped by them, so she uses what she learned to beat them and escape from that room she was locked in.

Although she can't find the exit

No Escape Cw: DARKFIC, kidnapping, yandere, possessive behaviour, obsessiveness, nonconsensual drugging, basement wife, tell me if I missed any.

You learned that compliance was a better choice in this situation, having fought tooth an d nail against them only to be punished and had your privileges taken away from you. You started in the basement, waking up confused and disorientated, throat dry and head heavy from the substance König and Ghost used to drug you. You trusted Ghost, having worked with him so often - too many to count on both your hands and feet - and learned to put your trust in him to watch your back and protect you.

You, however, couldn’t say the same about König, you didn’t trust him, he was the enemy, someone you and Ghost had fought so many times, shot and wounded time and time again —only for him to come back stronger, more determined and more dangerous. Yet they worked effortlessly together rather than fight on every decision, they’d work through their differences, barked and fought but they clung to the thought of having you to themselves. It was the driving force behind their cooperation.

They took you, locked you away in the darkness of a home in Austria (an idea they both agreed to, Austria was farther and calmer, less populated and you wouldn’t be able to get help if you escaped, a stranger to the country’s spoken language) until they deemed you compliant enough to let out. You threw snide remarks, leering comments and a disrespectful and bratty attitude to push the act, to have them believe you weren’t thinking of playing them.

You were punished for every act of noncompliance, Ghost was cruel but he didn’t beat you, he used words and training —dog training, to train the disobedient mutt out of you. He did just enough to stop you from always biting, but never too much that you lose your feistiness, the aspect that made keeping you interesting and fun. König was more direct, holding you down and making you listen to him, he went without beating or training you. He had firm hands and he knew how to use them, praising you whenever you did something well and giving you privileges like going to the bathroom, showering alone, taking a walk outside or sleep in a bed.

Compliance had worked so far, they were lost to the domesticity of having a soldier turned housewife cook for them, care for them and give yourself to them. They had grown so used to having you at their beck and call, giving you whatever you wanted: books, food, a bed, a Tv, but never your freedom. That was something you had to work harder for, to pull them deeper into the delusion of your love and subservience towards them. You went unsupervised for long periods of time at home, leaving the doors locked and windows shut whenever they left.

And today seemed like the right time to move, you’d been warned by Ghost that they would be gone for a while for a joint mission (SpecGru and KorTac had somehow formed an impossible alliance), leaving you home alone with enough food and ressources to last a year. You watched them leave, their cars driving out in the distance and disappearing behind the trees once they turned the corner. You waited an hour, and hour of patience in case they came back for an emergency or because something in the plan changed, but you didn’t hear the tell-tale sound of car engines or the imposing steps up the porch.

You scoured the house, eyes roving over every little crevice and hands feeling the walls for any weaknesses. The windows were bolted shut and the grates made of hardened iron that were simply too sturdy for you to cut through without the right equipment, and the doors were locked from the outside, both men holding the only copy of the key. You wanted to keep forcibly unlocking the door as a last ditch effort because it would take more effort than needed to pry it open. So you searched the house, up the attic and down the basement, and their individual offices, who unfortunately had every drawer locked with a master key.

As you broke apart a few pins to make a lock pick, you heard two cars drive up the driveway, the loud rev of the engine and the angered slam of a door. You cursed, swiftly moving down the stairs and into the hidden corner of your reading spot, hidden by the arch between the indoor porch and the kitchen, away from the entrance’s sight. You hadn’t prepared for them to come back home —a mistake. You’d picked a random book, flipping through the pages and acting as if you spend the time reading, hoping that they wouldn’t grow suspicious.

“Come here, love,” there’s a dark edge in his done, a deep and angered growl. “Now.”

They knew. Not only were you too late, but you were caught as well. You’d lose all your freedom, your privileges and your soft affection, replacing them with the cold and damp air of the lonely basement. You bit your trembling lip, stopping yourself from spitting at them and worsen your punishment. You felt their disappointing and wrathful gaze without looking at them, it oozed off their broad shoulders in waves.

“You know what you’ve done, ja, Bärchen?” König sounded more disappointed than mad, his tone on the edge of condescension, his blue eyes dimmed with sorrow.

Ghost was quick to grab you, handling you roughly against his chest, gear and vest scrapping your skin. He had you down the basement stairs and chained to the mattress in seconds, a leather collar wrapped around your neck. He scruffed you, pushing your nose into the musky bed and thin sheet of your new room, glaring down at you with deep browns, his chest puffed with angered breaths and throat rumbled with menacing growls.

“You’re stayin’ here until we see you’ve learned your lesson.”

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Chapter 34 of human Bill Cipher not making friends with Stan during his imprisonment in the Mystery Shack, featuring: the tooth fairy and her dentist attempting to steal Bill's teeth in the middle of the night. Stan would care a lot less if he weren't still handcuffed to Bill. And also: Stan and Bill have a friendly chat. As you can see.

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Even though Bill and Stan were trying to watch the same TV as they had dinner, Bill refused to sit in the living room with Stan; so he sat on the bottom step of the stairs in the entryway, Stan perched on the end of the couch, and they strung the handcuffs around the doorway with their little plastic microwave dinner trays balanced on their knees.

Both of their dinners had come out undercooked. Both of them were too proud to complain.

After picking through maybe a third of his meal, Bill decided he'd rather go to bed hungry than eat something he didn't enjoy, dropped his tray on the floor, and kicked it into the kitchen. "Hey Stanley, still glad you went with the cuffs instead of the bracelets?"

"Shut up."

Bill smirked victoriously, and looked back to the TV. "No mayonnaise in Ireland."

"What?"

Bill pointed at the screen and the rows of blank letters waiting for contestants to fill them in. "The round that just started. That's the solution."

"Oh." Stan counted out all the blank letters, frowned, and said unconfidently, "It can't be that. It doesn't make any sense."

"You're wrong," Bill said lightly; and then fell silent, running the tip of his tongue over the new gold spots on his teeth. 

When the contestants had guessed enough letters that one could hesitantly offer, "Is it... 'no mayonnaise in Ireland'?" Bill smirked triumphantly at the sound of Stan's silence. He just barely waited until the next board of blank letters flashed on the screen, and then announced, "Tip your waiter."

Stan counted the letters under his breath. "Man. I thought I was good at this, but we'd clean up if we put you on this show. No one would ever figure out how you're cheating."

Bill laughed. "Listen to you! If you were Ford, you'd just be mad that I'm giving away all the answers before you can guess. That's the great thing about you, Stanley: you don't get irritated at me for stupid little reasons. You're more fun." He took a deep breath and shouted, "Hey Ford, did you hear that?! Stan's the fun twin—!"

"Keep it down, you idiot. Ford's in the basement, he can't hear you." Stan had thought Bill was finally sobering up from the sedative; maybe not. (Then again, maybe this was just what he was like sober.) "And what are you talking about? You irritate me all the time!"

"Oh, well, I guess I just don't care when you're irritated." Bill laughed.

Stan grumbled, planted his chin in his hand, and tried to focus on Cash Wheel. It was difficult when he already knew the solution.

He tolerated the silence for less than a minute before sighing, looking toward the doorway, and demanding, "What's with you, anyway? Why are you so obsessed with my brother?"

Bill spluttered in disbelief. Stan could feel his handcuff chain jerk over. Voice even shriller than usual, Bill said, "Excuse m—Excuse me?! Obsessed? Moi?! I don't know what you're talking about!" He forced a loud laugh.

"If Ford's in the room, he's the only one you talk to, and when he isn't here you're yelling across the house for him—"

"Is it obsession to sometimes pay a little more attention to the human here I happen to know best and to whom I happen to be a teacher, muse, and friend—"

"Oh that's a load of bull," Stan snapped, "you're not any of those things! Friend? Friend? He wants you dead, you crazy—"

"Well if he does," Bill said, louder still, "then wouldn't it make perfect sense to keep my eye on the guy who killed me? There's no big mystery—"

"That's it! That's just it!" Stan tossed down his TV dinner and stood so he could face Bill properly. "He didn't kill you alone, remember? That was a two-man con you fell for! But you keep talking like Ford was the only one there!"

Without bothering to stand, Bill looked up at Stan and said, quite confidently, "Only one person killed me. You're just the place where I was killed."

"I wh...?" Stan fell silent, blinking at Bill in disbelief.

"Do you even remember what happened inside your brain? After you took my hand?" Bill asked. "You don't, do you?"

Stan glowered at Bill, but he shut his mouth and said nothing.

"I knew it." Bill laughed nastily. "We were both trapped in there when Fordsy fired the gun. Completely powerless. You were weeping and begging for a way out when the flames got too close, but there was nothing I could do by then—"

"All right," Stan took a threatening step closer, "I know that that didn't happen! I would never—"

Bill leaned back, hands raised palm out in appeasement, "Okay okay okay! All right, you got me—just embellishing the story a little—we actually had a big psychic laser battle. Imagined up all kinds of futuristic weapons. It was very 90's action movie. You did... fine, you were fine."

Stan considered that. "Ehh... sure, that sounds more like me."

"But it was all imaginary," Bill snapped. "It was a vast illusion! At that point there was nothing either of us could do to the other. We were just two victims locked inside a burning house as it came down around us. You didn't kill me, you never even had the power to kill me."

"Huh." That was all Stan said. But he kept looking at Bill, frowning distrustfully, studying him.

Bill's shoulders slowly went up under the pressure of Stan's gaze. "Oh—oh wow, okay, I see what's going on!" He gave Stan a crooked, mean smile. "You're jealous, aren't you? You thought offering up your body to be the scene of a murder finally made you a co-star instead of a sidekick! All your lives, Stanford got more attention from daddy, more attention from the teachers, more attention from the whole world... and you thought you'd finally get at least a little attention from the big bad living nightmare. Just because you let your brother shoot you in the head!" Bill laughed. "You weren't special enough for anyone else—why do you think you're special enough for me?"

Stan jerked Bill to his feet by the handcuff's chain. "I bet I'm special enough to break your face!" He dragged him into the living room, fist raised. "Let's see if you stay down this time—"

Bill scrambled back as far as the chain allowed him. "NO!" Horror filled the one ragged syllable. His free arm was raised to shield his terrified eye.

They froze, staring at each other.

Bill straightened up, forcing a nervous, rattled laugh. "Come on, I just got all this dental work done. At least give me a couple days to enjoy it before you pound it in!" He was talking fast to fill the silence. "Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind having a flatter face, all these bones and cartilage jutting out never did feel right—"

Stan feigned a punch.

Bill flinched.

Stan laughed at him, slapping his knee. "You big chicken! Look at you! Baw-baaawk-bgawk! HA!"

Bill tried, very hard, to explode Stan with his brain. This usually worked on people who dared try to insult Bill Cipher. "If I had one billionth of a billionth of my power, I'd have already destroyed you—!"

"But you don't, sucker!" Stan laughed louder.

Bill screamed in frustration, turned his back on Stan, and stomped upstairs to sulk.

Or, he would have, if he hadn't gotten one step up the stairs before the handcuffs yanked tight. He stumbled back, landed on his butt, and inadvertently jerked Stan down on one knee with a yelp.

Bill cast a resentful look at Stan—who was rubbing his shoulder and finally looking as irritated as Bill felt—and then he lay down and deliberately stared straight at the ceiling. "Whatever. I don't even care about your pointless mammal posturing. It's fine. It doesn't bother me. I'm calm. You're just making yourself look stupid." Bill shut his eyes. "I wanna go to bed."

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"Bill," Ford said.

Bill cracked open an eye and peered up at the form looming over his makeshift cushion bed. "Mrm?"

In a very calm voice that suggested he was not calm at all, Ford asked, "Why are you sleeping on the floor in front of my bedroom door."

"Oh. Right, you missed it." Bill yawned and sat up. "Well, you see, Stanley got us handcuffed together until tomorrow morning," he pointed at his cuffed wrist and rattled the chain, "and I tried to be accommodating, but he doesn't want to sleep in the attic and won't let me sleep in the guest room—"

Stan yelled through the door, "And Mr. Accommodating here still refuses to sleep on the sofa bed."

"—so the best compromise we've got is sleeping on the floor with the chain under the door. Not my idea of a fun evening, but." Bill shrugged ruefully, like an adult resigned to indulging the whims of a petulant child. "Do you want in? It'll take us a little coordination to get the door open, but we've already done this once, so—"

"I'm not messing with this," Ford said. "I'm sleeping in the basement. Good night, Stanley."

"Night, Ford."

Trying not to sound miffed at being snubbed, Bill said, "Hey, do you still keep your cot on that rug you used to channel me better?" He laughed.

"Nope. I burned that rug." Ford turned the corner and left.

Bill stuck his tongue out at his back. He didn't actually know whether Ford was lying. He wished he'd thought to check out Ford's study before heading down to the portal back when he'd had his time tape.

"Hey." He rapped on the bedroom door. "I thought we weren't asking Sixer for help so he wouldn't find out about the handcuffs." They hadn't actually discussed it, but he'd taken it for granted. "Now that he knows, why aren't we getting his help?"

"What, you think I need his help to solve all my problems? Ha!"

"Okay, fine. Doesn't matter to me, I'm used to sleeping on the floor." Bill lay back down and sighed.

He shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

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Bill wasn't quite dreaming, but for a few seconds it was something very close to a dream. He saw points of light in darkness. One of his earliest, oldest memories. He'd memorized the constellations outside of his plain when his starblind species didn't even have a word for "constellations."

But these weren't those points of light in darkness. Some nearer, some farther—he could sense their distance—and all of the lights were calling to him. All of his eyes. He could see so many more than he had last night.

One was just a few inches away. He could almost reach out and grab it. 

But those few seconds of light-in-darkness were in the gray twilight between the dreamscape and the physical world, and Bill only fleetingly glimpsed them as he passed from sleep back to wakefulness. He opened his eyes.

To see a person looming over him.

And the taste of thick metal tools in his mouth.

"Hi," Bill said, for lack of anything better to say under these circumstances.

It was enough to make Dr. Illing gasp and stumble back from Bill. "Jeez." He clapped a hand over his heart. "I'm sorry— I-I didn't want to—"

"Uh-huh." Bill sat up and took the abandoned tool out of his mouth—pliers. They'd been gently clamped around one of his canine teeth. "Not the most unpleasant thing I've had aimed at my face in the middle of the night," Bill mused, "but it's pretty high on the list." He tried to lift his other hand to feel his face for damage—and only remembered the handcuff when the rattling chain caught his wrist in place.

They both looked at the cuff. As Dr. Illing realized Bill was trapped, a change came over his face—a desperate, crazed fury.

Bill shook his head. "Ohhh, no no no—"

"Give me that!" Dr. Illing lunged for Bill, one hand reaching toward the pliers and the other toward his throat, trying to pin him against the door.

Bill shoved his feet in Dr. Illing's chest, trying to hold him back. "Stanley!" He pounded on the door with the pliers. "We have visitors, wake up!"

"It'll only take a second," Dr. Illing insisted. "You were going to give me one anyway! And that tooth is already loose! You can handle the pain! Just—hold still, I can't damage it!" He managed to get his thumb in Bill's mouth—he cringed when Bill bit down, but didn't back off—and pulled a fresh set of pliers out of his tool bag.

Bill parried the pliers with his own pair. "STAAAN—"

The door unlatched and Bill tumbled backward into the room. He twisted out of the dentist's way, slid the handcuff chain out from under the door, and skittered behind Stan.

"Wha—what's—?" Stan squinted into the dark hallway. "The heck's going on?"

Bill stretched to Stan's nightstand and grabbed up his glasses and hearing aids. "Put your face on!" He shoved them in Stan's hands, then reached back for his dentures.

Stan put his glasses on first. "What the— Illing? What are you doing here?"

Dr. Illing stood forlorn in the hallway, trembling all over, eyeing Stan nervously. "Uhhh," he said eloquently. "I just..." He gestured around Stan's shoulder toward Bill, "wanted to check her fillings. I thought one of them might be a little loose—"

Bill's cackle cut through his excuses. "Oh, come on! I know your boss put you up to this! What does the little lady want with my mouth?"

Dr. Illing's eyes widened. All he managed to produce was a squeak.

Stan said, "What 'little lady,' this guy's self-employed. What are you talking about—"

"The tooth fairy, genius!" Bill flung his free hand in the air. "Why did you think your dentist pays you to pull your teeth! He lives in a van, who'd you think was funding him?!"

"Uh," Stan said. "You know, I sort of just took his whole 'creepy sadist who bribes people to let him pull their teeth' shtick at face value." (Dr. Illing's shoulders slumped.) "But—I know things are weird around here, but the tooth fairy's gotta be fake, right? That's the stupidest..."

A fairy popped out of Dr. Illing's bag—just large enough to use an adult man's hand like a chair, with a bob cut so white it almost shone, giving off a glowing toothpaste-blue aura, wearing a necklace of baby teeth like a hunter who'd taken trophies from the bones of her kills.

"Oh," Stan said. "Well. Never mind. Just one more crazy thing in this town."

Bill's back went stiff, his eyes widened, and he curled his fists into the fabric of Stan's tank top like he was holding his shield in place. "Oh, she's here." He lisped an inhuman swear under his breath.

Ignoring them, the tooth fairy glowered up at Dr. Illing. "How did they know? What did you tell them!"

"Nothing!" he protested. "I swear! I'd never!"

"Well, you must have let something slip—"

Bill swallowed hard; but then he straightened up, let go, and stepped into the open. "Why, if it isn't Miss Pearl E. White, in the fae flesh! To what do I owe such an honor?"

Dr. Illing and the fairy both flinched. She asked, "How do you know my...?"

"Oh, Pearl. I know things you couldn't even dream of." Bill favored her with his best, widest, most unnerving grin.

And got the creeping sense that she'd stopped looking at his face, and started staring at his teeth. He pressed his lips together. "And here's just one thing I know: lady, if you were toeing the line of your treaty any harder, you'd be tripping across it. So tell me what you're doing here and what you want."

She huffed defensively, wings buzzing as they lifted her several inches in the air. "I'm well within the terms of the treaty! I haven't laid a hand on you and I'm not about to start, and I've been offering more than adequate financial compensation—"

"Oh, right," Bill laughed, "I'm sure the queen of your court would be thrilled to hear you ordered your legally-dubious helper to rip out someone's teeth in the dead of night—"

"Hi," Stan said, "question. What the hey are you guys talking about. Treaties? Queens?"

"Oh, this is all going over your head, isn't it! I'll catch you up." He turned to the side to point accusingly at Pearl, "Little miss enamel-happy here has a thing for teeth. To the extent that she started stealing them straight out of humans' mouths. She went so crazy that the local human settlements actually declared war on her court over her dental kleptomania—and the fairies she dragged into the conflict weren't any happier about it than the humans were. So now, under the conditions of a human-fairy peace treaty, she's only allowed to acquire already freed teeth that are voluntarily offered to her by their owners—which is why she started bribing children."

Pearl crossed her arms, fuming. "That's a very biased version of events. You're just trying to paint me in the worst possible—"

"Save it, sparkles! I woke up with your minion's pliers in my mouth, I'll be as biased as I want!" He shifted his attention to Dr. Illing—who seemed to wilt under the force of Bill's glare. "But she's getting deep in a gray area working with this guy. Once a tooth is handed to a dentist, he's its 'owner,' and can freely give that tooth to the tooth fairy—but him extracting the tooth puts the whole operation on shaky legal ground. Really, I think the only reason you've gotten away with this racket so long is because nobody's filed a legal challenge with the fairy court yet."

"Nobody's complained about it," Pearl said hotly.

"None of your victims know about it," Bill countered. "Hey Fisherman," he jabbed Stan's arm, "how do you feel knowing your teeth were sacrificed to the tooth fairy?"

He considered that. "Well—it was free."

Pearl crowed, "Ha!"

Ignoring Stan's reply, Bill blithely moved on: "But by any reading of the treaty, hiring a human to steal teeth straight out of someone's mouth is beyond the pale. So you'd better have a good explanation for this!"

"Yeah. I do have a good explanation." She sucked in a deep breath. "I want your teeth!" She launched herself toward Bill; Dr. Illing had to grab her around the waist to hold her back. "I'd do anything for those teeth! They're the most amazing teeth I've ever seen!" She clawed at the air, hissing and straining as she tried to reach Bill.

"My lady, please," Dr. Illing said pathetically. "The treaty—"

She aimed a swipe at his face. "I know about the stupid treaty!"

Bill stared at her, baffled. His perfectly normal human teeth? But he shook his head, smiled, and said, "Well okay, fantastic! It's been a while since I've bargained with the fae, but I'm not too attached to this body—so how much gold do you have on you, kid?"

"We're not bargaining. You already know too much," Pearl snapped. "I'm not about to get blackmailed by a human, and I'm not going back to fairy jail. So here's what's happening." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder toward Dr. Illing. "I'm gonna have my guy rip out every one of your teeth, and then rip your head apart so you can't talk, and the only negotiating you get to do is whether or not my guy uses the local anesthetic before he starts. So what's it gonna be?"

Dr. Illing went deathly pale and his knees shook as he verged on fainting.

"Hey," Stan waved at the fairy, "listen, I'd love to see this guy's head get ripped apart, but—crazy thing, long story—it turns out there's fifty-fifty odds that killing him could end the world. So, maybe let's talk this out—?"

Pearl gestured dismissively at Stan. "His mouth has nothing left of interest to me. He's a witness. Kill him, too."

Dr. Illing swallowed hard; but, with trembling hand, he reached into his tool bag and slowly pulled out a large power drill that definitely wasn't designed for teeth.

"Right," Bill said. "Okay. This'll be fun." If he said it convincingly enough, maybe it would be true. "Hey, Fisher—you know that spell Sixer's got on me? If I cast it on Frankie here, can you..."

"Yeah, I see where you're going."

Pearl's eyes narrowed. She pounded her tiny fist on Dr. Illing's finger. "Hurry up, before they—"

Before she could issue a warning, Stan charged at them, fist raised. Dr. Illing flinched, shielding his face with the drill; but Stan dodged around him, heading for the hall. Bill seized Dr. Illing's upper arm as he passed—"Amnesia Limina, Stupidi Digiti, Occultus Locus!"—and then Stan yanked Bill out into the hall by their chain and slammed the bedroom door.

Dr. Illing gasped. "What?"

Blue light radiated through the cracks around the door as Pearl darted around, shrieking, "Open the door, you idiot!"

There was a moment of futile scrabbling. "How?!"

Bill and Stan retreated to the entryway. Bill said, "If we get outside, we can lose 'em."

"Or get the car and run them over," Stan said.

"You don't wanna be the guy who kills the tooth fairy! She might be in the doghouse, but she's still old fae nobility. Her court would—"

Bill cut off as Stan opened the door. Instead of leading to the porch and the forest beyond, it now opened into a bone-colored cathedral, the arches and vaulted ceilings constructed out of what looked like small irregular pebbles: teeth.

Stan gaped at the vast chamber. "Where the heck...?"

Bill looked at what had once been the outside of the door; the numbers "13 / 32" were carved into the wood. "Nowhere we want to go! Shut it!"

Stan slammed the door.

"That explains how she got in," Bill muttered. "There's no time to un-enchant this exit, we'll need another one."

Stan pointed toward the living room. "We can go out the—"

"The floor room exit." Bill dragged Stan back toward the hallway they'd just left.

"What?! That's the other end of the house, you idiot, the gift shop's right through here!"

"But it's a straight shot down the hall—" Bill stumbled to a stop.

The tooth fairy was clawing her way out from under the bedroom door. She caught sight of Bill, and her wings raised in a sharp V like a wasp preparing to attack. "You!"

"Never mind."

Stan dragged Bill back toward the living room. "Now can we go—"

Bill saw the living room—that familiar dark room, the familiar walls and carpet, the familiar armchair facing the doorway as though welcoming him back, the pale blue light from the fish tank climbing the walls like flames—and Stanley Pines, dragging Bill by a chain toward this tomb—and he grabbed on to the staircase railing. "Up."

Stan jerked to a stop. "That's a dead end!" He tried again to pull Bill toward the living room. "Are you insane?!"

"Yes." Bill locked his hand around the railing like a corpse in rigor mortis. He'd break his fingers before he let go. "We're going up."

"We are not—"

The tooth fairy shot past them like a glowing blue bullet, streaking into the kitchen. Stan started, and Bill took the opportunity to drag them up the stairs. Stan finally followed.

"You're not getting out of here with my teeth!" Pearl screamed after them.

"Ignore her," Bill muttered, "she can't risk touching us and she knows it. She's powerless without her minion." He stumbled on a step and just kept climbing on all fours.

"I wouldn't bet on her self control!" Stan struggled to keep up, his cuffed wrist in the lead. "Why are we going this way? How do you expect to get out from the attic?!"

"I don't know! It just seemed like a better idea! Do I have to think of everything?!"

"This was your plan!"

"There's got to be a ladder in the storage over the kids' room, we can get down out a window."

"I don't keep ladders—!"

"Well maybe Jesús does, do you know everything in the attic?! Come on!"

Bill kicked the door to the kids' room until Stan opened it. After a short argument about who should climb to the storage loft ("I have to look, you can't see in the dark!" "And you can?! Since when!" "Since always! You didn't need to know!"), Bill scrambled up the makeshift rungs nailed to the wall while Stan climbed halfway up to give the handcuffs a little slack.

As Bill started searching for anything useful, Pearl's ranting filled the shack: "Those teeth are too good for you!"

"I think she's getting closer," Stan said. "Find anything?"

"Not yet." Bill pulled out a broken umbrella with a hooked handle. He clung to it like it was his only defense as he scanned the loft for any signs of a ladder.

Pearl went on, "They're the most beautiful, pristine, unblemished, perfect teeth I've ever seen in my life!"

Bill asked, "Are they really that great?" He'd never paid that close attention.

"Eh..." Stan shrugged and made a so-so gesture with one hand. "A little weird-looking, honestly. They've got those jagged bits in the front that make 'em look like kids' teeth?"

"Huh."

"They're pure," Pearl snarled. "I've never seen adult teeth so pure! And you're ruining them by drilling out chunks of perfect enamel for unnecessary fillings! You don't have the right to those teeth! I deserve them!"

"Hey Bill," Stan said. "So you knew my dentist works for the tooth fairy, right?"

Bill was dragging aside a large box to see if anything ladder-like was hiding behind it. "Yes."

"And you knew she goes crazy for nice teeth."

"Yes." No ladder; he moved to another stack of boxes.

"And it didn't occur to you that she'd be furious that you carved up your new teeth."

"It's in the past, Stanley! Focus on the present!"

"—and I don't even know how you got magic teeth," Pearl continued. "Fully adult teeth in a fully adult mouth, but somehow they're barely a month old! It's impossible! I could barely believe it myself until I saw your mouth with my own two eyes! I must have those teeth, as soon as possible, so I can preserve them exactly like this, who knows if I'll ever find such a novelty again—"

"Ahh, so that's it," Bill said. "Welp, nope, didn't see that one coming at all."

"She's been shouting a while without actually coming after us," Stan pointed out. "What's she up to?"

Bill paused. "Check." He lay down and stretched his cuffed arm down from the loft to give Stan enough slack to peer out the bedroom door.

Stan frowned. "Huh. Weird."

"She's upstairs?"

"Yeah. But she's just flying in a circle. With... I think a veggie container from the fridge?"

Bill sucked in a breath. "Do we have mushrooms?"

"Wh—yeah? How'd you..."

"What!" Bill half-climbed half-fell to the attic floor. "That little cheater's making a fairy ring! That's not fair!" He leaned out the door with Stan. "She's probably already made the matching ring downstairs. We have to destroy it before—"

The circle of chopped portobello mushrooms glowed white; and with a glittery puff, Dr. Illing appeared in the ring.  He coughed out a lungful of fairy dust.

Pearl pointed at Stan and Bill and screamed, "Get them!" With a murderous scowl and terrified eyes, Dr. Illing stared them down and revved his drill.

Stan yanked Bill back into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Dr. Illing whined. "Aw, f—again?!"

"Just break through it!" Pearl commanded. "It's just wood! You have power tools!"

"He can't do that," Bill said confidently. "Doors don't work like that."

Stan said, "He can do that." A power tool whine announced Dr. Illing beginning his assault on the door.

"Oh." Bill considered that, eyes scanning the bedroom from one side to the other, mouth set in a grim line. "I have an idea." He pointed toward the window with his umbrella. "Stan, open the window." He hooked the umbrella over his elbow as he ripped the bedsheets off Dipper's bed and started tying the corners together.

Stan shook his head in disbelief. "You don't really expect us to climb out that window on bedsheets, do you?"

Bill dragged Stan closer and murmured in his ear, just quiet enough that their assailants wouldn't hear him over the power drill, "No, I expect them to think we climbed out the window, while we hide in the closet in the alcove. Once they're past us to check the window, we can sneak out and run downstairs."

"I don't like hiding like cowards instead of fighting. Illing's rickety, we can take him."

Bill kept tying bedsheets. He picked up Dipper's zodiac blanket, flinched, and tossed it to the floor on the other side of Dipper's bed rather than add it to his chain. "Funny—you didn't seem to have any problem hiding for a week while I had your brother prisoner."

Stan grabbed Bill by the shirt, dragging him closer. "You wanna say that again?"

Bill's hands shot up next to his face in surrender. "Sorry, sorry, sorry—"

"There were people in this shack I wanted to keep safe," Stan growled. "I'm not half as fond of you."

"Got it," Bill squeaked. He pointed toward Mabel's bed. "But I can see a dozen futures that end with our brains splattered across Mabel's dolls. I do not want to fight power tools."

There was a crack as the drill flung the first few splinters of wood free from the door. Stan's scowl deepened, but he let go of Bill and nodded.

They tied the bedsheet rope to a table leg, opened the window, and flung the rope out the window; then retreated into the alcove at the other end of the room, pulled shut the ragged curtain that hid it, and closed themselves in the closet to wait for the tooth fairy and Dr. Illing to break in.

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(Thanks for reading!! If y'all enjoyed, I'd love to hear what y'all think! Next week we conclude both with the tooth fairy and with whatever the heck is going on between Stan & Bill.)

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #grunkle stan #stanley pines #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gravity falls fic #fanart #my art #my writing #bill goldilocks cipher #(i traced 90% of Stan from the canon death punch because i wanted to make the parallel As Blatantly Obvious As Possible lmao)

[withlove-amber]

Peaches and Cowboy

gibbs x reader

This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15

Peaches. (Y/N) only had to thank one Leroy Jethro Gibbs for that nickname. He insists it’s because she’s so sweet and kind. But, she’s pretty sure it’s because of her perfume. He calls her that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation. 

Her head was down on her desk, with paperwork covering every inch of her desk. Gibbs was growing concerned, because she was looking paler by the hour. Once Tony headed to interrogation, Ziva was checking out a lead, and Tim was getting an update from Abby, he made his way over to her desk. That’s when he smelled her perfume, peach with just a dash of vanilla. “Hey, peaches, you feelin’ okay?” Her head instantly rose from her desk, and she sleepily responded, “Yeah, just a headache the size of Texas. I’ll be alright. Just need to drink more water.” He was still concerned, but ultimately said, “Okay, let me know if you need anything.” “Will do, hun.”

The day went by and by the end of it, she was very excited to go home, make some soup, and crawl into a warm bed. Gibbs had the same idea, but because he was still concerned, he offered to drive her home. She was hesitant at first, saying she didn’t want to be a bother. But he insisted. And she damn near fell asleep during the ride home. She was so out of it, she didn’t even notice that it wasn’t her house. It was Gibbs’ house. Fair enough, they only live a street away from each other. She only noticed something was different when the front table was in a different spot than it was in her house. He led her to the couch, and told her to make herself comfortable. As she did, he disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared a few moments later with two bowls of soup, water for her, and a beer for him. She felt a little bad that her friend was taking care of her, but ultimately felt so grateful that he cared enough about her to do so. 

They ate in comfortable silence, and after finishing her soup, she started feeling incredibly exhausted. To no shock, he noticed that she was starting to fade. He took the dishes back into the kitchen, and when he returned to the living room, found her half asleep, curled up on the sofa. He gently pushed her hair away from her face, and gently laid a blanket on top of her. He whispered, “Goodnight, peaches.” She responded with a half-hearted mumble that sounded similar to, “Goodnight Jethro.” And with that, she fell into a very blissful sleep, where she dreamt of a very familiar silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man. 

Cowboy. Gibbs only had (Y/N) to thank for that nickname. She calls him that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation. It was a slow day, the team didn’t have a case, so they took the day to catch up on paperwork. Sometime in the afternoon, they all took a break (minus one silver-haired boss), and took turns guessing what their favorite movie genres were. Lastly, it was (Y/N)’s turn. She correctly guessed that Ziva hasn’t watched a lot of movies, Tim’s favorite is action-fantasy, and that Tony’s was classic films. But Gibbs, she had a hard time figuring his out. But ultimately, she correctly guessed he likes westerns. Specifically, black and white westerns. “Yeah I see it, cowboy. It fits.” And with that, that’s how he became “cowboy”. Just with an afternoon distraction from the mind-numbing paperwork they had all been busy with all day. The rest of the day went by in a blur. They all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways for the night. Sometime in the evening, (Y/N) found herself in Gibbs’ basement, drinking bourbon out of an old glass, talking with not her boss, but her friend. 

“Why’d ya guess I like westerns?” “Because, you have this air of authority about you, your house is bare besides furniture, you have an old TV, and you build boats in your basement. Plus, at night, you smell like bourbon.” “Wow.” “Yeah… it’s one of my favorite things about you.” “What is?” “Everything. It’s just so you.” He leaned over and wrapped her in a hug. She swiftly accepted his hug, and held him tight. They spent the rest of the night laughing and talking about anything and everything. Not a lot of people know, but Gibbs can be very talkative with the right person. He also smiles his beautiful, soft smile quite a lot. But only when he’s with her. Only when he’s with his “peaches”. And when she’s with her “cowboy”, the sun will never be able to outshine her smile.

#ncis #gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tim mcgee #abby sciuto

[giasfolklore]

BESTFRIENDS TO LOVERS ( ghostface edition)

༘⋆ toji fushiguro (ghostface play) x fem! reader! (minors dni ‼️)

༘⋆ toji going from your bestfriend to your best person

༘⋆ WARNINGS : ghostface cosplaying, (use of names like sweetheart, my love, good girl, darling), mean sex, basement keeping, terror of toji, creampie, multiple orgasms, knife playing, mentions of killing, cheating, possessive behaviour, exhibitionism, tummy bulge, choking, slight daddy kink, breeding, marking, blowjob, toxic relationships.

༘⋆ no use of y/n

You and your boyfriend choso have been together for 5 years now, at first he treated you like his sweet little princess he still does but only when he’s horny or wants money to spend. You both met each in university while going for the same course choso loved you, he really did but the spark faded away so quickly that it was like in an blink of eye.

One night you were home alone as choso went to some party and didn’t even bother coming back soon, you tried calling him but his phone was on silent, as you were bored you decided to watch a movie because why not? as you took the remote and played the movie on your tv you were hungry too and you finally decided to make yourself some popcorn. Movies and Popcorn what could be a better combination than that.

You went to the kitchen and you came to one more conclusion that you’re craving something sweet so now you’re about to make some caramel popcorns. Yum right? anyway you take the popcorn you made just now and you add salt and then you start to make the caramel mixture starting with melted butter, light brown sugar, and as it melts into bubblish base you hear your line ringing.

It was 11 pm, no one usually calls you at that point of time so you anyhow picked up the call without looking at the number or whatever.

“ hello? ” you said.

“ hello darling ” came from the other line.

Huh? Who even is that?

“ um hello? do I know you? ” you said getting curious now.

“ you’ll find out sweetheart, what’s your favourite scary movie? ” says the other caller.

And there was it pure rage on your face as you’ve seen kids and teenagers cosplaying ghostface and playing killer and bullshitting around so you weren’t really scared of the other caller as you felt it’s just some teenager pulling a prank on you.

You said “ uh if I have to probably name it, it’s Scream, you really thought? I would fall for your stupid trick or treat pranks? If you want candy or whatever just pullover and the prank is pretty fucking stupid any sane person woul-

You were interrupted by the hard knocking on your door, you were kinda scared now but you were brave enough to finally decide to put an end to this bullshit.

When you opened the door you thought it’s gonna be a bunch of teenagers asking for candy so you went with some chocolates on your hand but as you opened the door you saw a very tall man with a very good physique standing at your doorstep with a very long sharp knife, you were very scared at that point and he pushed you to the back with full force and caressed your cheek with the cold knife you were trembling very fast, he could feel how scared you actually were.

Has he ever made you feel loved? Like you were his whole world?

What the fuck was he even talking about?

Has he ever told you how much he loves you enough for you to feel butterflies in your stomach?

You started getting muffled tears. “ aw man come on now. why are you even crying ” his voice changer stopped and it turned into the voice which you can recognise anywhere. “ T-toji? ”

“ah hehe, the one and only”

“W-why are you doi- you were interrupted with a cloth on your mouth and your eyes became droopy and fainted being unconscious.

You woke up in a dark place, where toji was sitting on a chair probably waiting for you to wake up. You were still tired and your eyes barely opened he came upto you with a creepy smile and said “ so my baby is finally up huh? hope you slept well my sweetheart. ” there was the man CHOSO hated with his whole heart but still continued being friends with him, there was the man who could have everything he wanted but YOU.

You and Toji always had the bestfriend kind of relationship you both never had to deal with any misunderstanding but, this time toji has never looked more serious before than now! He wasn’t trying to play with you, he was willing to change for you. He WANTED to change for you.

He still hated how CHOSO stole you from him, he did know choso was very hot but not better than him as a person never better !

His eyes scanned yours trying to find some fear or hatred for himself, but he couldn’t find any your eyes were too soft for him. His face got closer to yours almost touching your soft lips. You closed your eyes because you knew what was coming and that’s exactly what happened you freezed at the sudden motion, of his lips crashing into yours but later it adjusted as you melted in the kiss.

Sudden flashbacks overcome your body, about how different your life could’ve been if you gave Toji a chance back then. “ fucking hell.. I’ve - been living my life like a living hell trying to stop every damn person from getting closer to you. ”he stopped the kiss and looked at you softly “ would you really hate me if I kill your loving boyfriend choso? ” his other hand where he had his knife, dropped it and looked at you trying to calm you for an answer.

You feel like he wouldn’t do it, but if he can do this why wouldn’t he kill him? what reason does he have to hesitate? he doesn’t have anything to lose.

You slowly dodged the question, moving your head side to side. His face grew with a sad and almost a scary smile thanks to your answer. He started kissing you all over again, it was heavenly, hungrier, needier.

HE WANTED YOU

DESPERATELY

“ on your knees ” he said and you ah well you could never say no to him you shouldn’t like this but you weren’t normal either that day anyway he took back the knife it made your body tremble it even made your pussy wet with the cold sensation of the knife.

“ I knew you would be into freaky shit like this my love . Suck my dick . NOW ! ”

Toji watched you as you unbuckled his belt, his leather boots pushing up against your your little clothed cunt making you make muffled moans. “ you’re so cute my baby so eager to have daddy’s dick stuffed into your mouth, I bet Choso doesn’t know how to fuck your pretty pussy right. ”

The way he wasn’t scared to put his words had you weak on the knees already. The view of his thick cock hanging in front of your soft lips made you whimper a little. You wasted no time into taking him in your mouth.

“ holy fucking shit! it feels like me and you are meant to be my baby, the way you’re sucking on my cock right now is the best thing that can ever happen to a man alive. ” he said breathlessly.

Toji was mean as fuck he fucked your throat until your saliva was sliding down his balls. You could literally hear your phone ringing but you couldn’t care less, you were nothing but a dumb girl sucking his cock like you owned it. YES YOU DID.

“ don’t worry babe, tonight’s going to be the best night you’ve ever had, I’m going to fuck the soul out of you. ” his words made you so wet that you couldn’t even describe the feeling.

as you both got done he took his cock out and cummed all over your face. “ such a pretty girl and all for me, just me. ”

“ stand up sweetheart. ” following his instructions, you stood up from where you were sitting. He removed the black gloves he was wearing his naked hands now touching all over your body getting you undressed.

In a matter of minutes you were laying down on your bed (he locked you in the garage just to scare you), while Toji towers over you. Over your naked body. Your bare chest, your hands moved automatically to explore his body for the first time.

Ringing came from your phone but it was all done and forgotten in the hall room.

He gave your pussy a few hard pumps, craving the way the walls of your cunt. The chilly air sent goosebumps across your skin as your naked body became exposed to the empty apartment. Your walls clenched around him so tight that he thought that would stop the flow of his dick. He has already taken three orgasms out of you, playing for the fourth one.

As he saw your tummy performing a bulge of the way he was fucking you literally meant, he was so deep inside you. “ T-Toji-i, please slow d-down. ”

Your hands moved to try and grab at the black locks on his head but Toji was too quick as he snatched up your wrists and pinned them down to the table. The honeyed arousal dripped from his chin as your orgasm crashed into you without warning. The bed shook as his tongue sent tremors of white-hot pleasure throughout your body.

“ do you want choso to know how much of a whore his little princess is? ” Toji cocked his head, a vicious smirk playing on his lips.

“ are you there princess? or are you already cockdrunk? ” he rasped, tightening his hold on your hair. You shook your head, whining with pleading eyes staring up at him, hand going to grasp the arm that held your head up. Your eyes teared up because of his harsh grip.

“ fuck! would you look at that? the tummy bulge! I can feel choso doesn’t fuck you right because of how tight you are right now baby ” he’s fucking you senseless right now, one hand has a tight grip on your legs holding it up and the other is feeling the tummy bulge. “ you would look so pretty filled in with me, round and prettiest with another fushiguro inside of you, is that what you want my little princess? you want us to have a baby huh? trap me sweetheart so I can mark you mine from your stupid ass of a boyfriend. mhm? ”

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the next day you woke up in your bed, feeling secured and warmer than the usual temperature. You picked your phone and checked the time it was 6.03 am until you realised who was hugging you; Toji. If it wasn’t for geto you’d have already been his. He was still sleeping, you turned back and looked at him and he looked so beautiful.

His pretty sharp face, his scar even looked pretty on his lips and his beautiful eyes, he’s calm. He looks so cute.

You didn’t know when you passed out while making love to each other, but you do remember how you lost feelings for choso kamo.

You got up from your bed to get yourself some water, but you were interrupted with a few knocks on your door. You almost jumped thanks to the view.

There he was, your boyfriend, ah hell no. EX BOYFRIEND…. CHOSO. He had his message box opened in his phone and his eyes were clearly red.

“ um, choso? ”

“ SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE WHORE! so it all turned out to be true huh? ” he signalled his finger towards your hickeys on your soft neck which were clearly visible.

You then understood exactly what he was talking about, but you decided to play dumb since you knew he has no proof. “ what are you talking about? ”

“ WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?? ” he questioned you again he couldn’t believe you were still playing dumb. “ maybe ask your brand new boyfriend about it. ” he gave you the phone there were many messages of him making you his and you both doing it today no matter what. You look back at choso trying to come up with an explanation, but you’re interrupted by Toji.

“ aw come on, choso we all know you have some bitches waiting for you, but you treated my princess as one. ”

“ you fucking bit- ” he tried to attack you.

“ ah- ah stay right there, don’t even think about touching her. ” he came in front of you with a proud smirk showing “ remember what I told you the last time? ” he stepped closer to him. “ if killing you- means getting closer to her I wouldn’t blink twice. ” he knew you were his now and no one could stop that from happening.

He chuckled and patted on his shoulder saying “ i told you, she belongs to me if I saw you here one more time you’ll be good as dead. ”

He said those last words and slapped the door on his face without any emotion and turned to you with a smile and said “ so my baby, what do you want for breakfast today? come on I’ll make you something delicious. ” you ran to him and gave him an unexpected kiss, he kissed you back with love and said “ I love you, I always have and I always will. ” you smiled at his words and gave him a peck on the lips.

#jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jjk #jjk toji #dilf toji #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n

[bettyfrommars]

Death Becomes Us Part 4: I Love the Darkness in You

vampire!Eddie x supernatural!fem!Reader

Part 3 was a smut extra and you can find it here

Summary: Several new ST characters are introduced in this part, as you come to terms with the fact that you're living next to a cold-blooded killer. We learn more about what Eddie does for a living, and just when you think you're the loneliest person on earth---he comes to your rescue again. Word count: 5.7k

Series Masterlist

18+Only, Pls no minors, mature themes, there are some dark themes in this part (this whole series in general) including addiction, previously inflicted wounds, and mention of child neglect. Mention of a murder, grand theft auto, smoking, loneliness, please read warnings for each part.

A/N: For the sake of this series, all of the characters are the same as the show, but some have different backstories. The Upside Down is a place, but everyone exists as if the events of the show never happened. You do not have to be acquainted with True Blood to enjoy this, but those who are will notice some familiar terminology and situations pop up.

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Part 4: I Love the Darkness in You

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The next morning while you were at the kitchen window, watering the one house plant you had managed to keep alive while you lived in your hearse, the news on the TV mentioned something about the Klemp family. Needless to say, you almost broke your neck trying to dart across the dark orange carpet in your bare feet to turn the sound up.

The news anchor woman with a bob of dark hair looked into the camera as images of the three people in question appeared in the right-hand corner of the screen. “...the remains of Angela Klemp, along with her stepbrothers Doyle and Clyde, were found unresponsive at the bottom of Burns Ravine this morning. Police speculate that they were driving on Highway 96 near Dead Man’s Turn, when their vehicle lost control and went off the edge of the cliff: none of them survived. In other news, Police are asking questions about the…”

You backed up so far, you kicked the coffee table and spilled your cup of soda and ice, cursing as you did so. Sopping up the mess with a few paper towel before it could get on the carpet, your mind returned to the night before when you’d watched vampire Eddie end each one of their lives in a blink of an eye. A blink of an eye, a twist of the wrist; movements that seemed to take no more effort than for a regular human to dial numbers on a phone.

Eddie was a killer.

But then you remembered how vulnerable he’d been while at the mercy of nothing but thin, silver chains that pinned him to the ground and sapped his strength. Angie Klemp and her brothers had obviously been very skilled at trapping and draining vampires, but the risk was huge, and so the payoff must’ve been worth it. You had a flashback of the man you called father; the sound of rattling of pills in his desk drawer, and how he would stay up for days on end. And then there were the other pills in a locked cabinet in his bedroom for when he needed to sleep. He had his own laboratory in the basement and that is where you could find him if you ever really needed anything---but it had to be an emergency. You’d spent many a birthday and holiday alone in your room, reading your books, until your father finally rushed up the stairs, flustered, begging for your forgiveness, and ready to take you out for pizza or whatever; but by then, it was already too late.

He was always very sorry, and you always forgave him. It had just been you and him for as long as you could remember, and there were a few warm, happy memories that you clung to in those lonely days.

With the wad of wet paper towels in your fist, you found yourself staring over the back of your TV, through the far window, at the daytime silence of Eddie’s trailer. If not for the vehicles and motorcycles parked near some of the homes, you’d think that it was an abandoned lot; no sign of life anywhere. But, you could hear the soft lilt of a Neil Diamond song, letting you know that Dolores had her radio out on the porch while she got a suntan on her face with the aid of an aluminum shield braced under her chin.

You didn’t have to work that night, but you had a few things to cross off your list, so you jumped in the shower. This was your second shower since the run-in with the Klemp family the night before, and you were having hard time feeling clean enough. You wrapped a white terrycloth towel around you at the end, dripping onto the bile-green tile, continuing to forget you needed a bathmat, and tried not to slip as you dried off. When you were finished, you dropped the towel on the floor to soak up the water and put your foot up on the toilet to begin the standard ritual of tending to your scars with vitamin E.

You had arrived at a point in your life when you didn’t think about the fact that your body looked like it had once been cut into pieces as often, but in the bright, artificial light of the bathroom, the long scar that crisscrossed over your left knee and went all the way up your thigh to your hip bone, felt so hideous that you had to look away. Wishing the bottle of thick, sticky liquid in your hand was magic and would erase the marking on your flesh forever, you flipped the top and squirted some onto your finger, massaging it along the gnarled fissure with care. You’d been tending to them all this way for a few years, and you had only noticed a small difference, but at least it was something.

The last one you always took care of was the one on your cheek from the corner of your mouth to your ear, and as you were applying the ointment, there was a knock at your door.

You’d been so caught up in your thoughts that you jumped. You were naked, so you quickly snatched the towel off the floor and wrapped yourself in it.

“Who is it?” You called down the hall.

“Chief Hopper,” a deep voice returned. “I need to ask you a few questions.”

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Earlier that day, at the crack of dawn, Jim Hopper sat at the end of his bed, shirtless, in a pair of unbuttoned jeans, and rolled his neck from side to side. There were empty beer cans on the dresser, and a small glass vile of dark red liquid in the ashtray next to a smashed out butt with lipstick on it. He groaned as he stood, fastening his jeans, snatching his pack of cigarettes off the bedside table as he went.

A smoke and some coffee first, maybe some aspirin, and then a shower and shave. There was gray coming in his beard stubble now and he was reminding himself too much of his old man to just let it grow out, even though he knew a beard would help to disguise the double chin he had going on as he entered his 50’s.

“Age is just a number,” is something Joyce would say, and to that he would reply: “Yeah, well why do I feel so fucking old, then?”

Joyce Byers hadn’t aged in a decade; that’s the one gift vampirism bestowed upon its victims. Being immortal? Living forever? Jim couldn’t imagine a worse fate. If someone turned him against his will, he’d give himself over to the sun immediately.

Joyce had chosen the vampire life, though, and for that—a part of him would never be able to forgive her. Sure, their fling was long over, and she’d been with Bob for a while now, but goddamn—he used to be able to daydream about growing old with her later in life, and now he couldn’t even do that.

He cursed as something fell out of his pocket while he was searching for his lighter. It was another small glass vial full of dark liquid—but this one was almost empty---and he held his cigarette between his teeth as he bent to catch it before it rolled under the bed. Picking up the vial, he regarded it between thumb and forefinger so he could get a good look at how many drops were left.

God, he hated this about himself. He hated the way he measured the days of his week around how much he had left in the vials. Every morning, he promised himself that he’d quit, as soon as work wasn’t so stressful and he had some time to himself to stomach the withdrawals.

The kitchen was cold, and it sent a pang through his heart, making him wish there was someone there to make a pot of coffee and sit with him for a few minutes before he left for work. He’d give anything to hear bacon sizzling in the pan and smell fresh squeezed orange juice again while cartoons played on the television. Those days were so long gone, but he could feel both his wife and daughter there as if it were happening in that moment.

He felt the emotions rise in his throat and choke there, making him dig for the vial in his pocket. He knew there was another full one in the ashtray in his bedroom, but he had to make them both last until next week, and it already wasn’t looking good. He tore a tiny corner off of a paper towel, and then bent to unscrew the cap and tap two drops onto the paper, watching the dark red liquid bleed into the fibers. He then placed the square of paper on his tongue and let it dissolve with a hard swallow and some sink water to wash it down.

He squeezed his eyes closed, knowing that relief would be coming soon, if only for a few hours.

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The Chief?

You mouthed it to yourself, panic prickling your hair follicles.

“Um, just a second,” you gushed, scrambling to your bedroom to find something to throw on.

You couldn't help but think this had something to do with the Klemp family, and your mind raced to think of what you would say if he did ask. A pair of loose, worn jeans and a t-shirt were the first two things you grabbed, and you were halfway to the door when you realized that the shirt was inside-out and backwards with the tag sticking in your chin, but the Chief was already knocking again, and you decided to leave it.

Standing tall and broad on your porch, Chief Hopper was handsome and road-weary; brown hair slicked back with gray at the temples and a few strands of gray in his mustache. His posture was intimidating, but his eyes were sad. He took his hat off as you answered the door, brushed his hair back, and then settled it back in place at the crown. He looked like he hadn’t slept well in years.

He asked your name, and introduced himself properly with a firm handshake.

Dolores was standing a few yards away on the dead grass of your yard with her arms crossed, watching the interaction with a frown; probably wishing you’d invite her up on the porch so she could hear every word.

Hopper had a small notepad in his hand that he squinted at before lifting his gaze back to you. “Does the name Angie Klemp ring a bell to you?”

Your voice came out as a squeak, but then you cleared your throat. “Yeah, I just saw on the news that they were….that they didn’t…”

“But, you met her yesterday, correct? At the bar where you work?” He pretended to need to check his notes as if he wasn’t sure of the name. “At Main Vein?”

You hadn’t been the one who killed them, but still your nerves were twitching. “I waited on their table, yes,” you admitted, trying to act nonchalant by putting your hand in the front pocket of your jeans and bracing your forearm on the door frame. “But, what is there to investigate? I thought their truck went off the road?”

You knew maybe that last bit was too much, but the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“Well,” he let out a huff, flipping his notebook closed. “A witness said they saw them draining a vampire in your parking lot. Do you know anything about that?”

Your bottom teeth gnawed on your top lip thoughtfully, as if that was a scenario you would easily forget. “No, I’m sorry,” you blinked a few times, innocently. “They paid and left, but then I went back to work and I never saw them again.”

Hopper’s poker face was set. No one had confessed to seeing the Klemp’s try to drain a vampire in the Main Vein parking lot---but he knew that was a crime they were rumored to participate in. A vampire scorned easily had the strength to snap their necks and send their car off a cliff with its bare hands. Plus, Angie’s body had bite marks on her throat, and most of her blood had been drained. Sure, a fatal crash off a cliff could snap some necks, but how had her blood miraculously been drained to the bone without a drop of it anywhere at the crash?

“What about your neighbor?” Hopper lifted his chin in the direction of Eddie’s place. “He was there last night too, did you happen to see him interact with them at all?”

“No,” the answer was possibly a bit too quick, but you followed it with. “He was there, but he left before they did.”

You wondered how this line of questioning would go if Eddie’s blood hadn’t done the magic work of healing you so quickly. You’d have a rope burn around your neck, a black eye, a broken skull, and a few crushed internal organs.

He asked a few standard questions after that, like how long had you lived there, and a phone number to reach you if he had more questions. He took another long look at Eddie’s trailer before reaching in the front pocket of his shirt to pinch a cigarette out of the soft pack.

He slid the cigarette to the side of his mouth and snapped the pocket closed. “Okay if I ask a personal question?”

“Depends on what it is, I guess,” you answered, convinced he was about to bring up your scars, or perhaps ask if you knew your shirt was on inside out and backwards.

He inclined his head to the rest of the trailer park. “What the hell made a nice girl like you move to a place like this?”

You stepped back into the trailer, about to shut the door, but then you paused. “Maybe I’m not a nice girl, Chief Hopper.”

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Later that day, once you were back from running errands, you took out the stack of Polaroid’s you’d taken so far and spread them out on the walnut coffee table in front of the orange and brown wagon wheel sofa. There was Argyle giving the peace sign in one, offering a no-teeth smile with his eyes closed, the sleeping beige dog at Robin’s bookstore, a stone frog in front of a row of red tulips, an extreme closeup of Bob’s face when he tried to take a photo of himself, and a green Buick with the bumper sticker that said: “God Hates Fangs”.

You smiled to yourself as you looked at the others, lining them up in two rows, realizing it was time to put new film in. Your eyes stopped on the one at Robin’s bookstore, at the ass end and tail of the dog that slept on a large pillow behind the cash register. Was that the same dog who had come to your rescue in the alley way?

You’d gone by there again that day, because you liked bookstores, and found the smell of books comforting, but you were also starting to like Robin. Besides Bob, she had the friendliest face in town, and you felt oddly comforted in her presence.

She was up on a ladder when you walked into the store, putting some hardbacks away on a top shelf. She had on a thin white shirt with buttons all the way up to the neck, a long, fitted chocolate corduroy skirt passed her knees and slouchy leather boots that went up to mid-calf. Her glasses fell off her nose when she turned to look at who had just come in, but the beaded chain around her neck caught them as they flopped to her chest.

“It’s you,” she beamed, tucking hair behind each ear, descending the ladder. “I was hoping I’d see you again soon. I have something for you.”

“For me?” You couldn’t contain the shock in your voice. You’d barely just met her and you weren’t used to strangers being so generous and open-handed with you.

She stepped over the dog to get behind the cash register, and you bent down to get a better look at the dog’s face. Its eyes were closed, chin resting on its paw, but it was definitely the pit bull terrier that had rescued you the night before. You squatted down to pet the animals head.

“Have I introduced you to Lucy?” Robin asked, referring to the dog.

“I think we met by accident last night,” feeling the warm, velvet of her soft fur. “She came to my rescue, I guess you could say.”

You stood straight to find that Robin had been watching you pet Lucy, but then her gaze shifted away quickly.

“Lucy gets off her leash sometimes,” she told you. “But here, I found this tucked away in one of the used book boxes.”

You watched the long, graceful fingers of her hand, adorned in silver rings, slide a book across the top of the desk to you. It was the third installment of the series you’d been looking for. You picked it up and ran your thumb down the image of a woman in a hooded cloak on the front, flanked by two wolves.

You decided to browse around, and at one point, Robin came up next to you as she organized books on a shelf. “Did you hear about what happened to Angie Klemp and her bothers? The whole town’s been talking about it.”

You held your breath on an inhale for a beat and then, “Yeah, I heard about it on the news this morning. I just waited on their table last night and now this.”

Robin walked around to the other side of you, brushing into you a little with her arm as she went, her intense body heat blazing you like a flash of 90 degree heat. “I know you’re new here,” she began keeping her eyes to the books. “But I feel like I wouldn’t be a decent friend if I didn’t warn you to keep your distance from the vampires around here. I know a lot of them are nice, and are trying to do their best to integrate, but they’ll always be dangerous.”

You didn’t say anything in return, and so she continued. “I know I’m basically a stranger, and you have no reason to trust me, but I just want you to be safe.”

“Thank you,” you responded in a whisper. “I generally keep everyone at arms length be it vampire or human, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” You chuckled a bit self-consciously at the end, and Robin continued down the isle with her armful of books, wondering what she could say to make you stay and talk for a bit longer.

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Back in your trailer, with the Polaroids spread out in front of you while you put new film in your camera and watched an episode of Forensic Files, you hadn’t noticed the sun set until you heard the door to the trailer next door open and slam shut.

Vampire Eddie was up and about.

Not that you cared.

But you stood up and moved like you were going to the kitchen to see if you could get a glimpse of him anyway.

Of course, he was looking up at your window as he took a pull on his cigarette, and your eyes met. He bucked his chin at you, grinning, knowing that you’d probably had a dream about him already, and he wondered if you’d enjoyed it.

You went to the kitchen to slap together some cheese and crackers because you didn’t have much food in the house, but then you realized you probably should let Eddie know that the police had come around asking questions so that he wasn’t caught off guard. You went out on the porch, but didn’t see him anywhere. Had he gone back inside? He’d just been standing there 3 seconds ago.

“Eddie?” It was barely a whisper, a sigh on a stolen breath.

In a flash, he appeared; standing below your raised porch balcony, tilting his head back to look up at you, hands in his pockets. “Yes, madame? You called?”

“How did you---oh, never mind,” you shook your head. “Do you want to come up?”

He squeezed one eye closed, tilting his head. “Are you inviting me in?”

“No,” you clarified quickly. “I’m inviting you up, to this porch, so that I don’t have to shout at you for the whole trailer court to hear.”

He made his way up the steps like a normal human would, sauntering over to perch his elbow on the railing. You weren’t afraid of him, not like most humans were, and it made him feel like he could relax around you in a way he hadn’t felt in a decade. Like the two of you were just a couple of humans neighbors, having a chat about the weather.

“Chief Hopper came by to ask me some questions earlier,” you rested your back on the side of the trailer, across from him.

Eddie rolled his shoulders under his leather jacket. “Yeah, I figured he might. What did you tell him?”

“I told him…” you were whispering and glancing from side to side to make sure no one was around. “...the truth. That I was their server, but then I never saw them again that night.”

“Good girl,” Eddie praised, pulling the pack of cigarettes out from inside his leather jacket. He tapped it on the palm of his hand. “I told you not to worry about it.”

You licked your teeth. “Well, I’m not worrying because I have no idea what they did after they left the bar.”

“Damn,” he smiled around his cigarette. “You catch on quick, and I didn’t even have to Glamour you.”

Your forehead pinched. “Glamour me?” You asked, not understanding the phrase.

“Yeah,” he flicked his fancy silver lighter and ignited the tip. “Haven’t you heard of it? It’s a vampire thing. We can wipe out a part of a human memory to make them forget things.”

You considered that, wondering if you’d been Glamoured already and just didn’t know it.

He lowered his chin and looked up at you from under hooded eyes. “Do you want me to Glamour some parts of that night away from you?”

“How do you do it?” You didn’t want him to do it to you, but you were curious.

“Like this,” in a millisecond, he had bridged the distance and was inches from you; full, soft lips parted, golden-flecked brown eyes landing with purpose onto yours. You took in the lines of his face, his long lashes, the slope of his nose, the smell of nicotine and cinnamon on his breath. Without blinking, he seemed to be trying to stare into your soul, but then he clenched his forehead after a few seconds, confused.

He took a step back. “That’s weird,” he mumbled.

“What’s weird?” You blinked a few times. “Did you do it?”

He dropped back against the railing, frowning at you. “I couldn’t Glamour you for some reason. It usually always works with humans.”

You turned your head away at his words, wishing you could just be normal for once, and to your surprise, he let the topic go and didn’t ask any questions.

“I gotta jet,” he said, clearing his throat and flicking his smoke. “Duty calls.”

He was trotting down the steps, wallet chain jangling at his hip, when you called out to him. “Duty? What duty? What is it you do, anyway?”

He lifted his arm in a backwards wave, and that was when you noticed a different car parked at his trailer. It was dark red, and you couldn’t see exactly which make it was...an Audi, maybe? He got in behind the wheel, and after a few minutes of him bent over the column of the wheel, the engine sparked to life, and he sped off, kicking up a dust cloud behind him. You also notice that there were no identifying plates on the vehicle.

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With his cig held between his lips, Eddie hot-wired the car that was very much stolen and on it’s way to the chop shop, and then he sat up and adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could get a look back at you standing on the porch.

He couldn’t figure you out.

He was starting to resent the fact that you were neighbors now because it seemed he’d never be free of the curiosity hold you had on him. He didn’t know a single human who would’ve risked their life trying to rescue him like you had. Partially because everyone assumed vampires could always take care of themselves, and also, Eddie had pushed everyone away who ever tried to stay close to him. Especially since he was turned.

The people he cared about were better off without him in their life.

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A few days went by of you adjusting to your new place, your new job, and figuring out where everything was in town, but you didn’t see hide nor hair of Eddie. You figured he was waking up when you were going to sleep, and back in his trailer before you got out of bed, but one night you noticed he never came home at all. You visited with Robin again at Nightshade Bookstore and on your way to grab something from your vehicle before you went into work, there was a guy cupping his hands to look into the windows, inspecting it.

“Can I help you?” You asked from the sidewalk.

He was tall with broad, with muscular shoulders and arms; white tee under his black and red flannel just a tad too tight so that you could see the outline of his pecs. Worn jeans, work boots, and a thick head of caramel brown hair, and it was slicked back, just long enough to tuck behind his ears.

“Sorry,” his generous mouth spread in a smile as he came around the front toward you. “Is this yours?” He gestured at the hearse.

You nodded without saying anything, waiting for him to explain what he was doing.

“’79 Cadillac, yeah?” He asked it like he was familiar with cars, but you had to correct him.

“76.”

He had a disarming way about him and you started to relax as he backed up to look at the front grille. “My grandpa loved Caddy’s,” he mused aloud. “And I’ve never seen a hearse up close before.”

“You’ve never been to a funeral?”

He turned his head and looked you up and down, dark lashes rimming cherrywood eyes. “Sweetheart, surely you know that not everyone gets buried the same way when they die,” he dislodged the piece of gum that was in his cheek and began to chew it again. “We deal with death a bit differently where I’m from.”

You took the bait. “Yeah, where are you from?”

That was when he turned with his hands on his hips, inclining his head up the street, in the direction of the mountains. “My family are all up in the hills. Private people, we stick to our own. Names Steve,” he winked at you. “Steve Harrington.”

You told him your name, and there was a polite exchange before you you moved to unlock your door and he headed down the side walk in the opposite direction. You both turned back to peak over your shoulders at each other at the same time, just before Steve disappeared into the bookstore.

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That night at Main Vein, a family of four tourists came in with hopes of seeing a vampire, but Argyle was the only one in the building, so Bob begged him to show his fangs and take a picture with them. You took the photo while Erica shook her head in the background.

Erica mentioned being frustrated that she couldn’t meet up with her friends at the movie theater, and since it wasn’t busy, you offered to finish up and take her tables.

“You’d do that for me?” She asked with a squint, waiting for you to have some reciprocity in mind.

“Of course,” you shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t have a life, remember?”

“Well, I’ll try not to make fun of you for it next time,” she reached around to untie her apron and gave you the glimmer of a smile.

Things got so quiet after midnight that Bob gave you and Argyle the okay to close up early.

“Where are you off to tonight?” You asked as you wiped down tables. “Hot date?”

Argyle always looked stylish, but he was particularly flawless that night.

“Nah,” he pulled a joint out of his front pocket and stuffed it behind his ear. “My buddy Jonathan is in town. We’re gonna get blitzed and watch Mystery Science Theater.”

“Is Jonathan a---”

“Vampire?” Argyle finished. “No way. He’d make a good one though. He loves the hours we keep.”

“Let me know if this is too personal,” you went over to the bar where his was. “But how did you become a vampire in the first place?”

As far as you knew, there were only two ways people turned: either they were forced via some brutal attack, or they chose it willingly; there really wasn’t any in between. You didn’t just accidentally wake up a vampire one day.

He folded his cash tips from the night and shoved them in the back pocket of his jeans. “The how and the why are the same, I guess,” he admitted. “And neither one of them matter anymore,” he added on a sigh. “But, why does a fool do anything? I did it for love.”

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Argyle walked you to your car, but you waved him off a bit too soon, because by the time he was already in his orange VW Beetle and buzzing down the street, you realized with a burst of panic that you’d locked your keys inside the hearse when you went out on your break earlier.

“Shit,” you cursed, dropping your head, hands balling into frustrated fists, trying to decide what your options were as you stood alone on the shadowy side of the already dark street. Just a half a block down the sidewalk is where you were attacked by the Klemp family, and it made your hand move reflexively to your throat at the visceral memory.

Argyle had the keys to Main Vein, so you couldn’t use the phone in there. Even if you could, who would you call? The fact that you couldn’t think of a single person you could count on at the drop of a hat made the bell of loneliness ring louder than ever before in your ears.

You stepped back to get an idea of the street, and see if maybe there was something you could break a window with. You’d didn’t have the money to get your window fixed, but you’d seen people who drove around with a piece of cardboard sealed with duct tape to make up for broken glass, and maybe that’s the type of person you’d need to be for a while.

You had no idea where the nearest payphone was, and you weren’t about to start knocking on doors to ask a vampire if you could use their landline. Reluctantly, you started looking for a rock or brick heavy enough to bust the back window out. You were just about to bend over and grab a piece of metal pipe near the parking lot when the sound of approaching music made you freeze.

The sound had a dark, heavy beat, and it was getting closer. Pretty soon, you watched a black Pontiac GTO muscle car swing around the block at high speed and than jerk to a stop in front of you; big engine purring, windows open, music blaring.

It was Eddie.

“Need a ride?” He called out to you.

You looked down at the pipe you were about to grab. “How did you know I locked my keys in my hearse?”

“I didn’t,” he said, turning the music down, leaning over to make eye contact with you through the passenger window. “I just felt the bat signal. I could tell you needed help.”

Well, okay, I guess this ingesting Eddie’s blood thing had some benefits.

“Get in,” he told you, stretching over to unlock the door. “I’ll take you home. I know a guy who can get your keys out tomorrow.”

Eddie had the tools and the skill to get your door unlocked for you in that moment, and it would only take him a couple seconds, but you didn’t know that about him yet, and he’d decided that he wanted some company that evening.

From the looks of it, he was a lunatic behind the wheel, and you had no idea where he was getting these cars from, and for what---but you really didn’t have any other decent options.

You slid into the soft leather seat next to him, and you felt like you were in an episode of Night Rider. The inside smelled like strawberry air freshener, nicotine, and the pleasant spicy whiff of Eddie’s cologne. His hand was cupped over the gear shift, metal rings gleaming, and some type of skull design on the back of his hand.

“I was just on my way to do this one work thing, but then I’ll take you right home after,” he had waited to tell you this until the car was in motion, tearing onto the main street. “It’s on the way.”

You clutched your bag to your lap. “A work thing?”

“You’ll see,” he assured you. “Have you ever heard of Sacrament? It’s a real vampire bar.”

“No,” you swallowed, watching the scenery whiz by, thinking that a broken car window really wouldn’t have been so bad. “But why do I have a feeling that’s about to change?”

“Yes, Princess,” he took his eyes off the road for what you considered to be way too long to look over at you. “That’s all about to change. Some of the vampires at this place are old fuckers. Been around forever.”

He turned the music back up a bit, brought his hand down to shift, and then turned the music back down again.

“Hey, but no one will fuck with you, okay? I promise,” he kept his eyes on the road this time. “You’re with me tonight.”

Part 5

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911 fic - A fic of y/n begins like buck/Eddie begins please, but the reader is eddie’s sister 💗

angst, heartbreak, grief, fluff too if possible pls 🫶

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eddie diaz x sister!reader

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a/n: i hope i included all the things you wanted in there, apologies if i missed anything 🩶 can we also appreciate kid cudi for a few mins thanks

ever since middle school, y/n was told about how much of a dream life she had. she had good friends, good style, she was pretty. she spent a lot of her time occupied with friends and out of the house to avoid the chaos and criticism.

she’d been the youngest of the diaz family, with two older sisters, adriana and sophia, and her older brother eddie. at home, she was just the little sister who was forced to live up to her siblings. when she wasn’t home, she was y/n and only y/n.

for as long as she could remember, it was her and eddie. when they were kids, they ran around the yard and had slumber parties in the basement. her sisters would be out with their own friends, sharing their time together. as time went on, eddie grew older. it’s natural, y/n knew. she dreaded the day that eddie would want to move on and stop hanging out with her.

then, eddie enlisted. y/n was immensely proud of him, but she then realized that she would be alone. her sisters wanted nothing to do with her, and her parents just put her to the side. y/n almost felt selfish for wanting eddie to come home, despite knowing all the good he had been doing.

eddie had been in the army for a few years, and that’s just how long it took y/n to adjust to life without him there. she didn’t know what to do with herself. she had no one at home who truly supported her. eddie came to all of her sports games, all of her award nights, every single thing that y/n was a part of, he was there. she prayed that her parents would come, to be proud of her and to cheer her on, but it seemed that everything she did was useless to them. it was impossible to form bonds with them. her sisters basically said they wouldn’t waste their time on her, and her parents didn’t have time for her.

the sneaking out started freshman year. the drinking with her friends and getting wasted pretty much every weekend continued for a while. her parents rarely even noticed her, so she didn’t think they’d care about any of that.

it wasn’t until her sister-in-law, shannon, got pregnant and had christopher that eddie came back. he instantly noticed y/n’s change. her style, personality, and she became a stranger. she held a lot of anger for him, somehow. he was the one person to look out for her, and then he just left again.

eddie was in the living room of their house, christopher and shannon sleeping in the other room. he had a bottle of beer and was watching a spanish show on the TV. he heard the footsteps that came from behind him, but y/n didn’t care if he heard. he wouldn’t say anything, he’s done enough by leaving her in hell already. it wasn’t his fault. she knows that, but some part of her broken self cannot realize that yet.

“hey, you’re up late,” eddie speaks first.

“so are you.”

“it’s midnight, where are you going?”

“out, edmundo.” the backpack on her shoulders was clanking, signaling that she very noticeably had stuff in there.

“why do you have all that? what the hell has gotten into you? sneaking out and drinking, wearing that?”

“this isn’t a new thing. besides, i’m like a ghost here anyway. with my friends, at least i get some type of attention. i’ll see you later,” she argues, trying to end the conversation.

“no, i cant let you go out now, y/n,” eddie replies, standing up and speaking louder.

“can you be quiet? it’s not like anyone would notice anyway.”

“y/n, this is so stupid, c’mon-“ he’s cut off by the sharp cries of christopher, sighing when he hears them.

“why don’t you go take care of your kid before you disappear again?” she asks, and turns around, quietly shutting the door and running to her friends car. her words secretly sting eddie. he had to support his family, and he had to finish his tour in afghanistan. he didn’t know leaving would cause so much tension between him and his baby sister, but it did and he didn’t know how to reverse it. eddie went back to the room, picking christopher up into his arms and looking at shannon, who was beginning to roll awake.

“is he ok?”

“yeah, yeah he’s alright.”

“are you ok?” she asks him, not taking her eyes off him.

“i don’t- i don’t know what happened to y/n. she’s changed so much and i missed all of it. and i don’t think it’s for the better.”

y/n arrives home from her friends house the next night to be confronted with her family at the table. “y/n, sit,” her father breaks the silence.

“papí, i have so much homework i need to get done-“

“maybe you could’ve done that instead of sneaking out,” he cuts through her sentence, ending it. y/n’s eyes immediately dart to eddie’s, not breaking the contact between them. “i don’t know what to do with you, y/n. what happened to the girl i knew?”

“what girl you knew? none of you ever attempted to spend time with me, so i found people who will. and you’re kissing up to someone who’s leaving tomorrow!”

“y/n, stop this now! your brother has to work,” her mom says.

“yeah, i know. i’m happier than i’ve been in months, months! no thanks to you guys, i might as well be invisible here!”

“what do you want us to do?” adriana remarks. “you’re not the center of the universe, y/n.”

“yeah, like grow up,” sophia comments, in her sisters footsteps. y/n forced back any tears of frustration she had, not letting them see her cry like a child. they missed everything important to her, they didn’t care.

it was finally graduation day. y/n was free of everything, and it was the marking of her adulthood. her family sat in the audience, and she looked at christopher who attempted his own sign. the words were unreadable, but y/n didn’t care. she had a plan and saved up a ton of money for school, and maybe even an apartment, eventually. she stayed for the summer, but left for los angeles in the fall.

she attended university of california in berkley, finally wishing to settle her life out of el paso. meanwhile, eddie had been having an internal battle with himself. shannon had left for her mother, leaving him with christopher. his parents begged him to give them chris, but he refused. the boy needs his father, and eddie would never, ever leave him again. he decided to go to los angeles for a job as a firefighter/paramedic. he knew y/n was there, and maybe he could find shannon too.

eddie and y/n had become strangers, almost. she moved away after school and barely spoke to her family. a direct cause of their treatment toward her. he missed her dearly, longing for the bond they had as children that had faded away. y/n wanted to see him again, but figured he was still disappointed in the person she was without him. she forgets that she was just a teenager. their brains are all hormonal and such, but the true reason was the abandonment she felt. she hadn’t been back to texas in years, content with her new life and friends she formed in california. it was completely different. she was in control of her life, not having to be under the spotlight of judgement every day.

after his shift one day, eddie was brought up by his motivation. he knew if he didn’t fix his relationship with his sister now, they never would be the same again. it’s such a fragile concept. one obstacle in a family can have a domino effect over everyone. so, he picked up his phone and pressed on her number, even if it was late. it rang for an uncomfortable amount of time, before her memorable voice came through again. he’d been stuck watching videos and tapes of the family out of fear to push her away even more, but he was relieved to her her voice live.

y/n sat in eddie’s kitchen on his day off with a cup of coffee in her hand. christopher had been out with buck for a while, so they could have a little bit of time alone. eddie sat down soon after across from her. he sighed, disappointed that he didn’t know where to begin. “so, what have you been up to? work, you know.”

“it’s been good, i’m working with some of the best in the field right now. i got promoted.”

“that’s great! you like it there?”

“i love it, i’m happier than ever right now,” she smiles and looks down.

“it’s been so long, i feel like we have too much to talk about.”

“i know, eddie,” she says. “but, how’s everyone at home?”

“they’re good, have you spoke to them?”

“not too much. just for the big milestones like weddings and babies.”

eddie pauses, thinking about whether or not he wants to mention the elephant in the room. “i never meant to put you in the dark, y/n.”

“eddie, it’s fine-“

“no, it’s not fine. i thought that they would care about you when i wasn’t there, but i didn’t realize how bad things were until i got back. i don’t know why they didn’t notice when you’d get back hungover as hell.”

“it sucked but-“

“i just think-“

“dude,” y/n speaks up, interrupting him while grinning. “you have to let me speak.”

“sorry, go on,” eddie laughs.

“it was awful not having you there. you’re the only one who gave a shit about me. i never got a ‘how are you doing’ or a real appreciation. and i tried so hard to get their affection and i don’t know what i did.”

“so you came here?”

“yeah. and i found what i needed. i get told thank you and get appreciated by people who’ve known me for a minute now. it took 18 years for me to get that from everyone else. i was crushed when you decided to leave, but i’m just proud of you now. and i was too blind to say that years ago,” y/n spills out about her life, and portrays everything to him to lay it out. it’s off her shoulders now, and eddie’s here. she can forget about it.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i’m never leaving again, and i never wanted anything more than to see you living the life you’ve always wanted.”

“stop,” y/n speaks abruptly.

“what?”

“you’re gonna make me cry, stop it!” she replies, trying to hide her watery eyes, but eddie’s smile is clear. it’s mocking, but in a beautiful way. “where’s my little guy?”

“he’s out with my best friend, buck. figured it would give us some time to talk,” eddie informs. “they’ll be back soon, if you wanna meet him.”

“i already know christopher, eddie. i haven’t been away that long.”

“no, buck,” eddie tells. “you’d get along, just a hello.” before eddie can keep ranting about buck and how he’s trying to set her up, the door swings open to reveal the brightest smile from christopher and the man behind him. christopher has always remembered y/n. no matter what she went through, she was there for him and he adored her. y/n decides to surprise him, moving into the doorway and hiding behind a wall.

“hi, dad!” christopher says, walking over to him.

“hey, buddy! i’ve got a surprise for you.”

“i love surprises,” christopher awaits what could be shown to him.

“your tía is here,” eddie says, in a singsongy voice as y/n steps out into the door.

“y/n!” christopher says, trying his best to move as fast as he can over to her. she bends down to his level and pulls him into a hug. “i missed you.”

“i know, kid. it’s been too long, but i’m here now. i’m here with you and my brother.”

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This might be a dumb question, but how would the 141 and LV boys, especially Soap and Gaz, would act if they had a sleepover/slumber party?

Sleepover

Featuring: AleRudy, PriceNik, and some SoapGhost

(POV switches between Soap and Ghost)

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Soap used to have sleepovers all the time when he was younger, but those happened a long time ago. Gaz also had a lot of sleepovers, but after a falling out with a friend, those stopped when he was fourteen. Somehow the two started talking about their childhoods and sleepovers came up.

"We all would hole up in the basement and watch scary movies that we snuck in."

Gaz snorts, "My friend had a clubhouse in the garden we would all stay in. Felt like we were in the wilderness, surviving off crisps and fizzy drinks."

Soap laughs, "I miss those days... laying on the floor, trying to be quiet so we could stay up past our bed time."

"Ah, good times."

They stared at the TV in front of them, quiet. Gaz found himself unable to focus on what was happening on the screen. Soap eventually pauses the TV, turning to Gaz.

"I want to have a sleepover."

Gaz blinks, "A sleepover? Suds, we're grown men in the military. We have 'sleepovers' in tents or holed up in a motel room, waiting for our target to go to sleep."

"C'mon, Kyle! Don't you want to relive your childhood?"

"Which part?"

Soap glares at Gaz who looks away, "Johnny, when would we even have time for that? And would it even be a sleepover if it's just the two of us?"

"What you're saying is: If I get more people to agree to a sleepover you'll join?"

Gaz stares before sighing with a roll of his eyes, "Yes, Johnny. If you get some other people to join us, I'll have a sleepover with you."

Soap grins and jumps up, "Prepare to stay up eating junk food and watching shitty movies!"

He runs out, Gaz calling after him, "Only if we have time, Suds!"

_

Soap made it his mission to get some people to join their sleepover. He, of course, went to Ghost first. Soap didn't bother to knock, just barged into his lieutenant's office. Ghost greeted him with a deadly glare but otherwise didn't say anything about Soap's intrusion.

"Hey, LT. How do you feel about sleepovers?"

Ghost looks at Soap carefully as if he's trying to uncover his deepest, darkest secrets.

"How do I feel about sleepovers?"

"Yes, sir."

"They're for kids."

Soap pouts and drags a chair from the corner around and moves it next to Ghost before sitting in it. Soap leans closer to Ghost, grinning.

"C'mon, big guy. Got any good sleepover stories?"

Ghost glares at Soap before going back to the report in front of him. Soap sits there silently for a couple minutes, waiting for Ghost to say something. Soap huffs after Ghost calmly puts the report to the side, only to grab another one.

"Keeping up the air of mystery, huh? Fine, I'll leave ya alone. Go mess with Price. Bet he has some good stories he's not afraid to share."

Soap gets up and leaves, not noticing Ghost's shoulder slump with a sigh as he walks out the door.

_

Soap was surprised to run into Roach when he did. Roach in and out of the base all the time and it was hard to tell when he was there. So imagine Soap's shock/delight when he sees the guy walking down the hall.

"Hey, Roach!"

Roach looks up and laughs, "Hey, Soap!"

Soap runs over and grabs Roach, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back!?"

"Well, I only got in a couple hours ago and just got out of a debriefing."

Soap wraps his arm around Roach's shoulders and starts to lead him down the hall, "You need to tell me everything that happened on your trip."

Roach eyes him suspiciously, "You want to here about my mission... that was a stakeout?"

"Yep!"

"Johnny... Weren't you the one who told me stakeouts were the most boring kind of jobs in existence and that you would rather be stuck in a room with a hungry bear than be on one or talk about one?"

"What? I would never say that!"

Roach glares and Soap looks away.

"Okay... maybe I did say that. But! I still want to hear about how everything went."

Roach laughs, "It was so damn boring. I'd rather not relive it."

"Then let's talk about something else. What was the craziest sleepover you ever had?"

Roach blinks, "Sleepover?"

Soap hums, "Yep! Sleepover."

"... I have a couple crazy stories."

"Then let's go talk about the past... and the future."

Roach grins, "Alright, let's talk."

It didn't take much convincing to get Roach on board. But Soap wasn't going to stop after getting one person to agree to have a sleep over with him and Gaz. Oh no, he had a whole slew of people in mind.

_

Gaz was eating a sandwich when Soap barged into the kitchen. Gaz flinched when Soap slams his hand onto the counter next to him, the man having a wide grin on his face.

"Guess what!"

Gaz slowly chews before swallowing, "What?"

"I got four people to agree to a sleepover!"

"What!?"

"Five if Price comes back from his mission on time."

"How did you manage that? And who all did you talk to?"

"Well, I talked to Ghost but he was his usual moody, edgy self so he didn't even want to talk about his sleepover experiences. But I did get Roach and Nik on board. Also called Alejandro and Rudy to ask them if they felt like taking a break!"

Gaz blinks, putting his sandwich down, "Damn, you've been busy!"

"Yep!"

"I guess we're having a sleepover."

Soap grins widely, "YEP! Prepare for junk food, shitty movies, ghost stories, and whatever sleepover cliche we'll indulge on!"

Gaz snorts, "Alright. Let's get planning."

_

Ghost often kept himself out of the loop. Kept himself distanced from everyone and did things on his own. He felt left out on some things but he always reminded himself there's a reason why he was left out. Ghost stuck to work and hiding away when he wasn't knee deep in bodies or paperwork. He of course longed for connection, but he couldn't bear getting too close to someone only to lose them. So he remained a loner. Though Ghost was tired of watching everyone else have their fun, goofing off. Hell, even Price joins in sometimes.

He knows he was doing it to himself, he had no one to blame for his misery and loneliness but him.

So, here he was. Watching Soap, Gaz, and Roach run past his office with different things. Pillows, blankets, what should be an illegal amount of candy and other kinds of junk food and drinks. He tried to ignore them, but then Gaz and Soap marched past with the biggest TV that Ghost had ever seen on the base, Roach following closely behind with what looked like gaming consoles. He found himself unable to focus on his work, so Ghost got up and followed Roach when he darted past again with a box.

He followed the man into a older part of the base and into what was once a meeting room. But when Ghost looked inside he saw that the three sergeants had set everything up into some kind of hangout space. They had moved a desk into the corner and put the big ass TV on it, hooking up all kinds of consoles and devices to it. There was a fucking mini fridge in the corner that Gaz was stocking full of drinks. Ghost stepped around the corner and into the room.

"What the fuck is all this?"

Soap yelps in surprise, throwing a remote across the room. The remote nails Gaz in the back, the man crying out in pain. Roach was frozen, kneeling over the pile of pillows and blankets that he was arranging. Ghost crosses his arms, making eye contact with Roach.

"I asked you three a question."

Soap stepped away from the TV, "Well, LT, this is where we're going to be having a sleepover."

"Sleepover? You three are aware that you're grown ass men, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"You three have more important matters to be handling. Not holing up in a room eating D grade crisps!"

Gaz looks at the bag of crisps he was holding, "I knew I shouldn't have gotten the off-brand..."

Ghost growls, "Clean this shit up, now."

"Whoa, what's going on in here?"

Ghost turns to see Nik. He didn't even stop to think about why Nik was on base or when he had gotten here, he just waved around at the room.

"These three tore this place up so they can have a fucking sleepover!"

Nik blinks and looks around, "You boys work fast. Looks like we'll be able to get this show on the road a lot sooner than expected.""

Ghost processes what Nik said for and moment, "What?"

"Did they not invite you?"

"Invite- You're in on this bullshit?"

"Sleepover, Lieutenant. Not 'bullshit'."

Ghost stares at Nik in shock, the man walking around him and going further into the room. He looks around and grins.

"I'll be bringing snacks and drinks of my own."

Soap jumps over a box of games and movies and bounds over to Nik, "Bring that, what was it?"

"No, no hand made treats. Just store bought."

Soap frowns cartoonishly and Nik laughs. Ghost throws his hands up, wondering what the hell was going on.

"You're adults! Adults don't have sleepovers!"

"Only lame ones," Roach said without thinking.

Gaz and Soap laugh as Ghost's eye twitches. Roach crawls quickly behind Nik, who was grinning.

"Lieutenant, relax. Join us for some fun."

Ghost doesn't reply, just storms off.

_

Ghost took note of Alejandro and Rudy showing up on base three days after finding the sergeants setting up the old meeting room for a sleepover. He expected them to be there for business but was surprised that they actually came for the fucking sleepover. They brought their own snacks and drinks along with games and movies. This made Ghost wonder what the hell they were planning to do considering they had what looked like days worth of drinks and snacks.

He chose to ignore them and just continue working. But he found himself running out of things to do. He saw the last of Roach hours ago, telling him their stupid sleepover had begun. Ghost wasn't sure why it was pissing him off so much that they were having fun. He kept telling himself how childish it was and how they had better things to do other than goof off. Ghost decided to tell Price about it.

"Sleepover, huh?"

"They even wrangled Nik and Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra into it."

He heard Price hum over the phone. Ghost was expecting him to react more, but instead he responded with a amused tone.

"Did they not invite you to join?"

Ghost wanted to scream.

"Simon, there's nothing wrong with a little play after all the hard work they've been doing. You could use a little play yourself."

Ghost scoffs loudly, "I'm not a child!"

"Simon. It won't kill you to lay around and watch some poorly made movies."

Ghost was surprised to hear Laswell in the background.

"I'm sure if you go apologize-"

"I'm not interested in some childish past time!"

It was childish. He was a grown man and sleepovers were for kids. He never had them as a kid and he definitely didn't need them now. The silence crept on and Ghost felt guilt for snapping like that.

"I didn't mean to yell like that..."

"We know," said Price, ever patient, "We'll see you soon. Should be landing in a few hours."

"Understood, sir."

"And Simon? No more work, alright?"

"... No promises, sir."

_

Ghost never noticed how quiet the base was with Gaz or Soap running around causing trouble. It felt... empty. But he told himself he wouldn't let it bother him. So Ghost decided to go to bed early and read some books he's been meaning to get to. Ghost made his way down the hall, stopping when he felt the urge to go see what chaos Soap and Gaz had created in the old meeting room. The room had already looked like a disaster earlier, he wonders what it looks like now.

Fuck that.

Ghost went to his room.

_

Alejandro had put on a Spanish soap opera when Soap wasn't looking. Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, and Roach had gotten pretty invested into it while Soap was setting up some games. He finally noticed that what was playing on the TV wasn't in English.

"I thought we were going to watch something scary?"

Rudy, who was snuggled against Alejandro, mutters out, "The atrocious actors they decided to go with is pretty scary."

Soap rolls his eyes but crawls over. He decides to lay in between Gaz and Roach, forcing the two to move.

"Fucking hell, Soap!"

"I just had gotten comfortable!"

Soap just grins and watches the TV. There's was subtitles on for Gaz, Roach, and Nik. Soap wanted to brag that his Spanish has gotten pretty good since he became friends with Alejandro and Rudy. Well, better than Ghost's, at least. That thought immediately brought up Ghost, naturally. Where was he at the moment? Is he still working?

Something happens on screen that makes everyone gasp in shock.

Soap sighs, having missed the scene, before getting up from his spot, disturbing Gaz and Roach again as he does.

"DAMN IT SOAP!"

"ARE YOU WAITING FOR ME TO GET COMFORTABLE!?"

Soap laughs, going over to the snacks and drinks to get him something. He pokes around, realizing there was something missing.

"Did anyone grab the popcorn?"

"Is it not there?"

"The microwave is. The butter salt is. But, no popcorn."

Gaz slaps Roach's shoulder, "You remembered to grab the fucking butter salt but not the popcorn?"

"I thought you were getting it when you got the microwave!"

"How the fuck would I get the damn popcorn if my arms were full carrying the microwave!?"

Gaz and Roach start to argue, Nik becoming more invested in their bickering than the show, and earning a murderous glare from Rudy. If Soap has learned anything from his time being around Rudy: Don't fuck with his cheaply made soap operas.

"Guys! Relax, I'll go get the popcorn."

"You're our savior, Suds!"

Soap rolls his eyes, leaving the room to go get the popcorn. He hums as he makes his way down the hall to the kitchen. If he remembers correctly, Price should be here soon. He said he managed to nab Laswell so she could join them.

I hope she brought cookies. She makes the best cookies.

Soap walks into the kitchen, stopping when he sees Ghost there sipping some tea while waiting for something in the oven.

"Oh, hey LT."

"Did one of you shits take the microwave?"

Soap bites his lip, looking behind him to make sure he had a clear escape before turning back to Ghost.

"Yes?"

Ghost sighs, "Fucking figures. Had to warm up the leftover pot pie in the oven."

"Isn't it better in the oven?"

"Better but it takes longer."

"Ah, right."

Soap looks at the counters. He kneels to look in the lower cabinets but when he doesn't find the box of popcorn, he stands and looks in the top cabinets. After opening a couple, he finds the box of popcorn... On the top shelf, out of his reach.

"Of course."

"Problem, Sergeant?"

Soap could hear the smugness in Ghost's voice, "Did you put the popcorn up there?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I found it sitting on the counter, where it doesn't belong. So I put it in the cabinet, where it belongs."

"Ugh- Why on the top shelf?"

"I think you know why."

Soap groans loudly, "Can you please get it?"

Ghost takes a long, loud sip of tea. He hums in satisfaction, smacking his lips before he looks at Soap.

"No."

Soap scoffs, ''Why not!? You're the one who put it up there!"

"Not my fault you're short."

"You would've gotten it for Roach if he asked!"

"That's because Roach is tiny. You're bigger than him. You can get it."

Soap glares at Ghost before groaning, turning to the cabinet. He stares up at the popcorn before reaching up. When he couldn't reach it, he puts a hand on the counter and tries to give himself a lift so he could reach the popcorn. He could feel the box against his fingertips and that gave him hope! But then he accidentally pushed the box further back into the cabinet.

"FUCK!"

Ghost snickers and Soap turns and glares at him, "Oh, tough luck."

Soap takes a breath in, turning back to the cabinet. He didn't want to climb on the counter, but it looks like he has no choice. Soap lifts himself on the counter, standing on his knees and grabbing the popcorn.

"Finally!"

Soap leaned back to close the cabinet. A mistake on his part. He felt himself lose balance and start to fall back, panic racing through him as he tries to find something to grab onto to prevent himself from falling. But, in his panicked state, Soap grabs the cabinet door. It swings open and does nothing to stop Soap from falling. Soap was sure he was dead or going to get a concussion or brain damage from bashing his head on the counter behind him, but that did not happen.

Soap feels strong arms grab him and stop his fall, Soap instinctively grabbing onto the body the arms were attached to. Soap wheezes, blinking as he registers that someone caught him. He let's out a shaky breath, looking over and meeting his lieutenant's eyes.

"You alright, Johnny?"

Soap just dumbly nods, "Uh huh..."

Ghost sets Soap down, the man taking a moment to remember how to stand on his own. Ghost kept a firm hold on him, making sure he wasn't going to fall, before he eases away. Soap blinks, realizing he didn't have the box of popcorn. He looks around for it, turning to see Ghost picking it up and handing it to him.

"Maybe I should've put it on a lower shelf..."

Soap laughs, taking the box, "Maybe."

Soap notices a broken cup on the floor with spilled tea around it. Ghost dropped it so he could get to Soap in time before he got hurt. Ghost kneels to the floor, picking up pieces of the broken cup carefully. Soap could've just left, but he decided to go over and help Ghost clean up the mess.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to your sleepover?"

"Eh, they were watching some low rated soap opera Alejandro and Rudy brought. Not too interested in going back and watching it," Ghost snickers, Soap looking up at Ghost in confusion, "Something funny?"

"I know the real story behind your callsign."

Soap narrows his eyes, "What is that?"

"They started calling you soap because you're dramatic like a soap opera."

Soap just sighs loudly, Ghost laughing. They finish up cleaning the mess when Soap realizes he smells something burning. Ghost notices, too, stopping to sniff the air before his eyes widened in horror.

"FUCKIN' HELL-"

He stands quickly, running over to the oven and opening it. A wave of smoke bellowed out when he opened the door, and inside was a burnt piece of pot pie.

"Shit- There goes my dinner..."

Soap winces at the sight of the burnt mess. Ghost pulls out the pot pie, defeated, before jumping it all in the sink due to it being to hot to immediately put in the garbage.

"Hey, Si?"

Ghost hums, continuing to stare at his ruined meal.

"We have plenty of food at our sleepover..."

Ghost looks up, turning to look at Soap, "Seriously?"

"Oh, come on. Childish or not, you should come. All your friends are there, we have a fuck ton of food and drinks, and you can even choose what movie we watch first."

Ghost doesn't say anything so Soap continues talking.

"I don't know what kind of things you got up to when you were a kid, but this is something we all did and had fun doing. If you're not having fun in an hour, you can leave. No one will try to force you to stay."

Ghost remains quiet, making Soap fidget in place.

"Well? What do you say?"

Ghost avoids Soap's pleading gaze but he could still feel the intensity behind it. Finally, his stomach growls and he groans along with it.

"Fine. But don't be surprised if I grab some food and just leave."

Soap grins, victorious, "Of course, LT."

_

Ghost followed Soap back to the old meeting room, watching the man practically skip the entire way. Ghost felt nervous as he got closer. He was pretty aggressive about thinking the sleepover was a childish idea, and here he was about to join them.

They stepped into the room and Gaz and Roach immediately looked over and stared. Ghost glared at them and they looked away, pretending that they were watching the soap opera. Alejandro and Rudy notice Ghost next.

"Ghost! Joining us, hermano?"

Nik pats the spot next to him, "You should come sit next to me! Good view of TV and the sergeants. Both are equally entertaining."

Ghost felt uncomfortable with all the attention on him. Thankfully, Soap holds up the box of popcorn like it was a trophy and yells.

"WHO WANTS POPCORN!?"

Gaz and Roach jump up, "ME!"

Soap runs over to the stolen microwave, Ghost thankful when the two sergeants join him and Alejandro and Rudy turn their attention back to the TV. Nik, though, still had his attention on Ghost. Ghost tries to ignore him and just goes over to the pile of snacks hoarded on the table next to the mini fridge.

Where the fuck did they get a mini fridge?

It wasn't knew looking, which meant they either bought a pre-owned mini fridge or there was one on base somewhere. Ghost opens the fridge and finds it packed full of drinks. Fizzy drinks, juices, energy drinks, cold teas-

They prepared for everything.

Ghost sighs and grabs a fizzy drink. He wasn't one for drinking soft drinks but he felt like having one tonight. Ghost cracked the cold can open, pulling his mask down under his chin, and took a sip. He could see Soap walking over to him with a bowl of popcorn. Damn, it smelled good.

"Hey, Si! Want some?"

Ghost looks at the popcorn, the smell making his mouth water. Ghost answers by grabbing a handful and popping a couple in his mouth. He ignores Soap more than delighted grin and just shoves the pieces of popcorn into his mouth. Someone walks into the room, Ghost turning to see Price and Laswell, both carrying boxes.

"I hope we're not too late!"

"Nah, we're just getting started!"

Ghost looks away when Price looks over at him, deciding that the array of snacks were very interesting. Ghost tenses when he and Laswell walk over, setting their boxes down and pulling out containers. Ghost blinks at the cheese straws, sliders, two boxes of homemade cookies, meatballs-

"Stop drooling and make yourself a plate."

Ghost blinks, Laswell smirking at him.

"Had to make sure my boys were fed and not eating bags of chips and whatever other cheap, store bought snacks you grabbed."

Roach suddenly pops up, hugging Laswell tightly. Nik also suddenly appears by the tables, but he wraps an arm around Price's shoulders and kisses him dramatically on the cheek.

Laswell glares at Nik, "Oh, he gets a kiss?"

"He's the one who convinced you to come, so, yes."

Laswell scoffs with a hint of a laugh behind it.

"Don't worry, Kate! I'll give you a kiss for your hard work," said Roach before he pulled his mask down and kissed Laswell's cheek, earning a laugh.

Ghost steps up to the display of party snacks Laswell provided, grabbing a thin paper plate and piling some of the food on it before going to a corner to sit and eat.

_

Soap grabbed some cheese straws to accompany his popcorn before he went to go sit back with Gaz and Roach, who had a concerning amount of cookies.

"Did you take all the cookies?"

Roach slowly looks at Soap, grabbing the plate of cookies and moving them on the other side of him, out of reach.

"No."

Soap glares, "Kate brought those for all of us, not just you."

"I'm her favorite, so I get them."

Gaz gasps and Soap silently puts his plate of food down, approaching Roach.

"Take that back."

"I would... IF IT WASN'T THE TRUTH!"

Gaz was the one to lunge at Roach, the two rolling across the floor. Soap wanted to join but the glare the other two were receiving from Rudy made him decide against it. When it became clear they weren't going to quiet down, Rudy turns off the soap opera and stands. Alejandro tried to grab his husband but he was too slow, Rudy was already standing over the wresting Gaz and Roach.

"IF YOU BITE ME-"

"YOU'RE FUCKING HEAVY!"

They freeze when they notice Rudy glaring down at them. Everyone was quiet, waiting to see what would happen. Surely Rudy was going to kill the two ignorant men for disturbing his soap opera, it was the only suitable punishment for their unforgivable crime.

Gaz immediately turned to flirting to save himself, "Hey, Rudy. Looking absolutely gorgeous tonight!"

Alejandro sits up quickly with a hateful glare, Gaz tensing when he realized he just made things worse for himself. Roach attempts to army crawl away, but Gaz grabs his legs and pulls him back over.

"We're in this together, friend."

Soap backs up, turning to look for Ghost. He was happy to find him still in the room, eating in the corner. Soap grabs his food and walks over to join him. Ghost was nibbling on a cheese straw, watching the chaos unfold in front of him. Soap sits next to him, just in time to see Roach get pinned by Rudy and Alejandro tackling Gaz when he tried to run.

"Glad you came?"

Ghost rolls his eyes, unable to hide to amusement as Gaz begs Alejandro for mercy while Roach chooses to just scream. Laswell, Price, and Nik just watch not even slightly concerned for the sergeants.

Ghost huffs out a laugh, "Yea..."

Soap scoots closer to Ghost, their arms flushed together. Ghost reaches over to grab some of Soap's popcorn, Soap moving the bowl closer to him.

"So, what movie are we watching?"

Ghost hums while thinking, chewing a mouth full of popcorn.

"How about Die Hard?"

Soap grins, "Sounds good to me."

#long fic #this turned out way longer than what i was planning #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john price #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #cod nikolai #gary roach sanderson #kate laswell #fic #fanfic #soapghost #ghostsoap #pricenik #alerudy #cod mwii #call of duty #modern warfare ii #sleepover #ask #thanks for the ask <3

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Strings of their hearts💕 CH 4!!

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You groaned, you had eaten literally every sweet that was in that odd basket you received with no return address. If they gave it to you worried for your health wouldn't it have been rude NOT to indulge??

Rubbing your stomach you laid on the couch, staring blankly at the TV you started to realize you were bored. Waiting for your stomach to settle down you thought about things you could do today, maybe you could clean? No...that wouldn't work, your house was spotless due to your lack of using it, the only rooms you used were your bedroom, the bathroom, kitchen, and living room. You did use the garage, as it was large and you had to go through it to get to the basement. Hmm...the basement, you haven't been down there for a few days, you moved all of the materials you used for your hobbies down there using it as your little "storage" room. But it was more than a room, it was practically the size of your home minus the top floor, it had several rooms. All the rooms were carpeted and unfurnished, the only room that wasn't carpeted and fully furnished was the room you walked down into from the garage. The floor was smooth cement, it was cold down there as you never turned the heater on because you rarely went down there.

Silence, you breathed, your thoughts always got sidetracked and no matter how much of a normal train of thoughts you tried to keep, it always kept derailing. You were alone..so alone, the silence and you were the only things that inhabited your home, no friends, no family. Rolling off the couch to stand up, you looked around. Finally! It hit you, you can finish playing that game from the night before! Grabbing the basket, your mind unconsciously ignoring the buzzing feeling of being watched, you made your way upstairs, giddy that you wouldn't feel as alone anymore.

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Watching you lovingly, he slightly winced as he realized you weren't gonna stop at eating one snack, good to know you had a sweet tooth. He watched you with concern as you laid on the couch holding your stomach groaning, his heart skipping a beat as you unknowingly turned to look directly where he was, making accidental eye contact with him. He wondered what was going through your head as you both held eye contact with eachother for a few long moments, your soft breathing, chest slowly raising. He sighed, resting his head on his hand, as he stared at you lovingly, you were so kind and sweet, so calm, you were exactly what he needed. And he was exactly what you needed.

He wanted to be greedy and keep you to himself and just him, but he knew you would never be happy with that, not truly happy. He felt almost selfish for the thought, he wasn't used to it, he didn't like it. So he shook the thoughts from his head, at the same time he saw you getting up from the sofa, taking the basket upstairs with you, he tilted his head, smiling he followed you through you many electronics you had through your house. He felt kind of guilty for watching you without your knowledge or permission, but there was no other option was there? He of course never followed you to your bathroom, or he left and went somewhere else when he noticed you were going to change your clothes.

As he watched you as you put your basket that he gifted you onto your bed, which looked very comfy to him, he wondered what it would feel like to have you hold him or vice versa while laying there sleeping in the sun of the early morning. It was a warming thought that gave him butterflies, he wanted to be free! He wanted to hold you so you would never feel alone again. Sure you had concerning tendencies that some would call a "red flag" but he loved you regardless. To him, you were a God sent angel, whoever that is.

He watched you power on your pc, the game immediately booting up. He hated to admit it, but he did bug the game to completely take over your computer, unless you removed the disc from the pc. Like you would ever have the chance to do that though!

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The game immediately booted up without you pressing on it, you thought it was weird, but maybe its because you never closed the games browser when you went to bed the night before. As it did the night before, the joyful tune played and the screen faded from white to the welcoming screen, in both ways. You wished you could take their hands and join them, it looked so safe and happy there. They made you happy. You felt like you didn't deserve to be happy, you had...done things, in the past, bad things. You didn't feel like you really deserved redemption.

Looking at the screen and recalling most of the neighbors names, except three, you hadn't met the one who looked like a star, the one with the horned headband, or the blue haired one. Though something in the back of your mind made you think that you were wrong, you had met him. But you ignored it, you didn't really care, you had a tendency to be paranoid. You loaded the save file from the night before.

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Yawning you stretched while sitting up in your bed, the sun shining through the curtains and the birds singing a sweet morning song. You set your arms down, slowly blinking the sleep away from your eyes, as much as you wanted to sleep in all day, you had something special to do today! You were going to officially introduce yourself to the last few of your neighbors.

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Playing through the morning of the game, your character eating its breakfast and getting dressed, you started to feel exhausted and drowsy before your character even stepped out the door, you felt drained like you hadn't slept, ate, or drank anything for a week. Trying your best to read the dialog box but you couldn't as your vision was blurry, so blurry that you missed when it said

"See you soon<3"

Before you even realized it, you were asleep, resting on your arms as your character stood idle on the screen.

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Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out! I've been like super SUPER sick 🤧 and could barely come up with ideas for this chapter, but I HAVE come up with ideas for future ones.

Taglist -

@elegantkidfansoul @fic-fortress

See yall next chapter 💕

#heart strings💕 au #welcome home au #fanfiction #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader

[kenlvry]

HEAR ME OUT!!

Kyle and reader are in a secret relationship and Stan who is the reader’s brother finds out about it on shot!!!

secret or not so secret

an, hearing you out rn 🧏 19-20 , fem reader, mistyped so now reader is stans older sister sorry, stan kinda js caught you two doing something.

you're stan marshs older sister. you always hated all of his friends, no matter who they are they were always immature and annoying, if stan and his friends were around you'd go hide in your room. but that was two years ago, ever since you met kyle broflovski your view of stans friends changed. kyle was mature for his age, kind and respected you, he had a soft spot in your heart and after a while you found out he had mutual feelings and you two decided to date.

you could always date publicly but you always told stan about how you hated his friends so much so now if you were caught dating, stan would never let you rest.

dating in secret wasn't easy, especially since kyle is stans bestfriend and also kyle had many friends so he was easily spotted in the streets. but it was romantic, him pulling you to an alleyway because cartman and kenny was walking by, covering you two with an umbrella because craig and the gang was running home in the rain, him kissing you and turning you around so stan couldn't recognise you and just think you two were those cringy couples. you never knew dating someone in secret could be so romantic.

stan was out again to do whatever shenanigans he did and you thought it was a good idea to call kyle over, sharon and randy wasn't home and shelly wasn't home either. you texted him and he instantly replied with a "omw", you were surprised he wasn't involved in whatever stupid shit stan was going to do.

it was rare having alone time with him without any distraction and right now you two are on your bed talking about things thats going on in your life, kyle explaining that stan was off to do something dangerous and he couldn't be bothered to butt in. it was getting dark out and you thought it'd be a great idea to watch a movie.

long story short you were about to "netflix and chill". the movie was going great but we both know whats about to go down.

mid movie he placed his hand on your thigh and moved it up and down, squeezing it every now and then. the tension was intense, you looked at him with a confused look and his eyes move to you, not turning his head. "what r you doing" you said he laughs lightly "what? im not doing anything" he smiles looking back at the tv, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"kyle, you know what your doing, i might be related to stan but that doesn't mean im as stupid as him" he chuckles removing his hand from your thigh. his hand then slowly moved to your face cupping your cheek "nothing... its just" his face moves closer to you, eyes focused on your lips "so beautiful" he then kissed you, you moved closer and kissed back. his soft lips meeting yours, his lips tasted like strawberry, i guess he's been using the lipbalm you recommended or maybe it was from the strawberry you two ate?

it got intense quick. he grabbed you by the hip and pulled you up to sit on his lap. he has one hand on your hip and the other on your neck, your hands on his shoulder. his lips moves to your neck bruising it then quickly going back to your lips.

just then the door flung open "hey sis do you- HUH" you both quickly stop and look at the door revealing a shocked and frozen stan marsh, you got up from kyle and walk to door with speed and then pushing him out of the room closing the door behind you "do i what? know where the hammer is? yeah its in the basement goodluck finding it!!" you smiled widely. "NAH NAH WHO WAS THAT" he walked past you and flung the door open again to find a kyle brofloski who was about to exit through the window "KYLE?? YOU SAID YOUR GRANDMA WAS ON THE VERGE OF DEATH??" stan then stop his tracks "WAIT YOUR GRANDMA IS DEAD, TOU LYING BITCH"

an hour went by of stan telling kyle how wrong it is for his bestfriend to date his sister and how laughable it is that all this time you said you hated each of his friends but ended up loving one of them. "OH OH AND ADD THE FACT THAT I HAVE THE IMAGE OF YOU TWO SUCKING EACH OTHER FACES STILL IN MY HEAD" he paced around the room while you two sit on the edge of your bed.

"its not a big deal stan get over it" you sigh and cross your arm "YOU CANNOT TALK, YOU SAID THAT IF MY ONE OF MY FRIENDS AND YOU WERE THE LAST PEOPLE ON EARTH YOU WOULDN'T REPOPULATE AND WOULD RATHER DIE" you look down and just sigh "cmon stan, i love her, are you going to get inbetween of love?" "in this case yes i will"

you three eventually sorted it out... he still glares at kyle whenever he comes over just for you, but atleast you two dont have to date im secret anymore!! 🤗

"if i hear bed squeaks your dead." "oh don't worry, its gonna be the only thing you hear tonight" "WHAT DID YOU SAY"

#south park #south park x y/n #stan marsh #kyle brovlofski #sp kyle broflovski #sp kyle #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski

[marymary-diva17]

sick kids = sick day (morden au)

sully family x mom reader

avatar modren au masterlist

It was a normal day in the sully family household of as normal as it can be, for you and your family. The kids were getting ready for school and everything was going to plan, or as much to plan as you were hoping. Jake and neytiri were getting ready to rush off to work, while you were making sure everything else was set for everyone today. There were times when a normal day can change in a snap of fingers or blink of an eye.

Y/n " kids" soon the sound of footsteps going down the staris had been heard and, soon enough you came face to face with all your children ready for school.

y/n " wow you all look ready for a the day"

neteyam " ready as we will ever be mom"

lo'ak " yeah ready for school"

y/n "what the matter my boy"

kiri " it term or quiz were for middle school and high school levels today mom, so we all are bit nervous about the whole situation"

neteyam " yes as some of the teachers had made their terms in their words, a bit hard this school years as the teacher think we are slacking on our learning"

y/n " oh yes I remember my term weeks when I was your guys age, oh I hate them so much but when they were over I will celebrate with your mom and dad ... along with your uncles, tonowari and ronal"

kiri " that seems like fun we been studying this time with spider, tsireya, and rotxo, aonung along with working on our presentations as well"

y/n " I know you all will do well my kids"

neteyam " thanks mama"

y/n " what about you tuk"

tuk " the teachers are testing us on everything we been learning today, and we will get awards and golden stars if we score good"

y/n " that good honey well I hope you all have a good day today"

lo'ak " we will mama"

Jake " hey is everyone ready for the day"

the kids " yes"

y/n " take some yogurt or fruit I wouldn't like my family to be going through the day on empty stomaches"

the kids " yes mama" the kids had taken some fruit and some yogurt soon all leaving, the home and waving goodbye as you were now home alone.

two hours later

y/n " who could that be calling ... umm hello ... what on ho I will be there soon" you hanged up the house phone grabbed your the car keys and your purse, closed the door behind you as you went to the car. The kids school had called saying it was whole school emergency, and that they were calling all kids parents or guardians.

y/n " ......" you had parked the car and went to the school as other parent's and guardians were showing up.

staff 1 " hello"

y/n " hello I'm y/n sully I'm here to pick up my kids"

staff 1 " oh yes sully kids your mom is here"

y/n " how did it get this bad for the whole school"

staff 1 " we don't know soon enough it had spend to the whole student body .... the school will be closed down for while until better new until the chicken pox dies down and we clean the school"

y/n " I understand they are all very close together it can spend fast"

????? " mama" you soon saw tuk coming towards you and she look very sick.

y/n " hey baby come on we are getting you home"

tuk " okay mama"

????? " hey mama" you soon saw your three older children making their way towards you.

y/n " come here my children we are getting you all home"

kiri " mama what about spdier uncles are gone remember we was spending the night with us this week"

y/n " yes I'm also here tp pick up spider as well"

staff " yes spider oh here the boy"

spider " hey aunt y/n"

y/n " hey kiddo"

lo'ak " what about tsireya, rotxo, and aonung" before you could say anything else ronal showed up, right away and got her kids. soon parents had taken their children home that school day.

y/n " here some soup and crackers they will make you feel better" you made the kids some soup as they got changed out their other clothes and into, some new clothes as well as they were all basement together watching tv.

neteyam " thanks mama"

lo'ak " mama are you not worried about getting chicken poxes as well"

y/n " honey I had the chicken poxes once so I'm not that worried"

kiri " what about our midterms and everything else"

y/n " they have been canceled my love"

neteyam " no mama we been studying hard ...."

y/n " eat your soup and crackers kids the schooled called them off" the kids had nodded their heads as they started eating their soup and drinking their soda.

y/n " umm I wondered who that can be" the doorbell had rang and you soon came face to face with norm and tsu'tey along with neytiri and Jake.

y/n " welcome the kids are in the basement on the couch"

norm " thank you" all the four adults and followed you to the basement see the kids together.

norm " hey dads"

tsu'tey " hey son how are you feeling"

spider " okay I guess I still feel horrible"

norm " what happened"

kiri " someone had the flu and seem to get everyone else sick"

neytiri " we all came home once we heard the news"

Jake " it looks like you mom being taking good care of you all"

lo'ak " yes mama that best"

y/n " when I heard my kids an nephew were sick I went to pick them up, but it seems like the school will be in hot water for while"

lo'ak " there is gossip going around that one kid had them, but still cam to school hoping to get out exams along with friends"

Jake " that stupid"

kiri " wiat mom how did you get chicken poxes"

y/n " well all of us were the same situation as you all when we were in school"

tsutey " I remember that it was horrible and it all because on kids parents wanted them to get it, so there was nothing worry about but that failed end up getting everyone else sick"

the kids " oh" soon everyone started laughing sider had stayed to finished his soup before he was taken home, by his dads so they can take care of him. The kids had spent a good amount of the day being attend by their parents and trying their best not to starch. Many parents were asking question and soon the school had to answer, and the gossip seem to be true which caused more trouble later no. Right parents knew that their kids were more important then anything else at the moment.

#sully family x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x reader #avatar #atwow #avatar 2 #neytiri #jake x reader #neytiri x reader #neytiri x y/n #jake x reader x neytiri #jake x y/n #jake x neytiri #jake x you #neytiri x jake #sully family #sully kids

[ashesbloggz]

Band practice || Hunter Sylvester x reader

Word count:766

Warnings:kinda heated scene/swearing

Summary: Kevin is late for practice with the band leaving Hunter and Y/n alone. When Kevin showed up after 2 hours he doesn't expect what he's about to walk in on

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Y/n's pov

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"Where is he?" Hunter asked pacing around his room. "I don't know, maybe he had to do something." I said strumming my guitar. "That's not a goos excuse to be late to practice." He said still pacing. "He's probably just running late." I shrugged. "It's been and hour." Hunter sighed and sat down on the bean bag beside me. "He could be busy with Emily." I said winking at Hunter. "Ew." Hunter said fake gagging making me giggle.

"We could practice together until Kevin gets here?" I suggested. "Sure I guess." Hunter said grabbing his guitar and sitting down in a chair across from me. "Do you need the note sheet?" Hunter asked. "Nah I memorized it." I said. "Okay, ready?" He asked. "Mhm." I hummed in response. He began playing the beginning of Machinery Of Torment. I started playing the notes I memorized nodding my head to the song. I looked up at Hunter admiring his features, I've had a crush on Hunter sense Kevin introduced us. I knew Kevin because Emily would always talk about him. When Kevin found out I played base he was ecstatic and brought me to Hunter. "Didn't your dad tell you its not nice to stare?" Hunter said as he stopped playing his guitar. "I'm not staring." I said rolling my eyes. "Oh really? Your eyes say different." Hunter smirked. "Shut up." I said putting down my guitar. "You look like a tomato." Hunter laughed. "I do not." I said acting affended. "You do to." He said smiling.

"Wanna watch something?" Hunter said putting his guitar down. "Sure." I said. We both got up and walked to his bed I sat on the end while he sat behind me leaning against the headboard. "What do you wanna watch?" He asked turning the Tv on. "Something scary." I shrugged. Hunter went on Netflix picking the first horror mo in he could find which happend to be IT. I crawled towards where Hunter sat and sat beside him. "That kid kind of looks like Kevin." I said pointing to Bill Denbrough on the screen. "I don't see it." Hunter shrugged.

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"Hunter?" I said looking at him. "Yeah?" He asked. "Can I tell you something." I said nervously. "Yeah, What is it?" He asked. "I like you." I mumbled. "What?" He asked not hearing what I said. "I like you, like a lot it's fine if you don't feel the same I mean I don't blame you and- "Y/n." Hunter tried to get my attention as I continue. "-and I understand if you want to kick me out of the band because that would probably be really awk-" Hunter quickly smashed our lips together, my tense body slowly melting into the kiss. I felt his hand rest on my cheek. I pulled away to breath looking into his pretty green eyes. I leaned back into another kiss this time more heated. I found my hands going into his hair pulling on it a little. I felt his hands move slowly down to my hips. I moved not breaking the kiss I was now straddling him. In the process of moving Hunter managed to slip his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hands travel to my ass

Kevin's pov

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"Hello Kevin." Mr. Sylvester said walking away from the door after opening it. "Hey Mr. Sylvester." I said stepping inside. "He's in his room." Mr. Sylvester sighed. "Uh thanks." I said walking to the basement. I got to his door hearing what sounded like a playing inside. "Hunter." I said knocking with no answer. I guess he probably didn't hear me from the movie that was playing I shrugged and walked inside. "Hey Hunter sorry I'm lat- I began saying but stopped when I saw Y/n straddling Hunter while they made out. "Holy shit!" I said covering my eyes which obviously got there attention "Oh hey Kevin." Y/n said getting off of Hunter and rubbing the back of her neck. "Uh hey." I said giving Hunter a look. "I would say I'm shocked but I kinda expected it." I said. "I got us some McDonald's." I said trying to change the subject. "Why were you so late? You said 6:00." Hunter said annoyed. "Oh yeah sorry about that I went to Emily's and forgot." I said embarrassed. "We forgive you now give me McDonald's." Y/n said making grabby hands. "That's not an excu- Hunter began to say but soon cut off by Y/n "Shut up he got McDonald's." She said rolling her eyes and snatching the bag from me.

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#hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #kevin schlieb #metal lords #adrian greensmith #fanfictions #band practice #fanfic #hunter metal lords #hunter sylvester fanfic #metal lords fanfic

[lexisnotasimp]

Welcome home movie idea!

Note: It would be placed in 2010

Main Character: Blaye dills. She is a 10 year old girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

Blaye just moved into a neighborhood in Texas.

She is lonely since all the people living there are older people. Blaye's parents moved in because it was cheap, which is suspicious to Blaye. As Blaye unpacks her stuff into her room, she sees a dresser with an old tv on it. She thought, "Maybe the last people gave it as a gift for us.. Or mom and dad bought it, and I didn't know...." Then she looked through the drawers and found some cassettes that say: "Welcome Home" on it. Blaye was confused, so she put the cassettes on her bed.

Time skip a day later:

Blaye was just chilling and decided to search up the show that was labeled on the cassettes. She found a website all about it. She was amused and decided to look through it.

She looked at it for a while and then decided the next day while her parents were gone, she would look at it.

Time skip another day later:

Blaye's parents left her home alone for the whole 24 hours since it was a safe neighborhood, and they were going to a one day hotel stay. Blaye was watching tv, eating, and doing normal stuff. Then she decided to watch the cassettes. She put the cassettes in the player on the old tv. She saw the show introducing the main characters in the theme song. Wally Darling, Howdy Pillar, Eddie Dear, Poppy Partridge, Sally Starlight, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Julie Joyful, and home. The whole episode had parts with the characters (like crafts with Eddie, shows with Sally, Ect.). Blaye was so intrigued, so she watched more. Then she got a text from her mom saying, "Me and your dad are staying a second day hun. Please be safe." Blaye then sighed, It was obvious her parents didn't care for her that much. So she kept watching the episodes. The weird part is that every episode it gets more fuzzy. Blaye just brushed it off, though, because she was certain it's because they are just old.

1 hour time skip:

Blaye went into the basement to get paint to pant a drawing. And then she saw something weird. It was the real puppet of the Mailman from Welcome Home: Eddie Dear. Blaye saw that it had dirt all over it and looked old. She then picked it up, and Eddie Dear stared at her as he said, "Stop playing the tapes...". Blaye was shocked, so she threw it on the ground in fear. Blaye then brushed it off as a hallucination.

1 day time skip:

It was 11:00 pm and the next day her parents were coming back. She kept watching the tapes and she saw one that was named "Homeworming". Blaye turned it on. She watched the whole 22 minutes (insert her watching the awayfrompryingeyes.net video). She was so scared at the part where Eddie was in fear that she turned it off. Blaye then heard talking outside. She walked outside and saw that she was in the Welcome Home neighborhood. She knew she was not sleeping because it hurt when she wit herself. Then Eddie Dear the mailman grabbed her and went into her house with her. He then said, "I told you not to watch anymore of the tapes!!! It's dangerous.. Stay in your house with me.." Blaye was in fear and started crying. Eddie hugged her. "As long as Wally ain't here, we will be fine.." Wally then comes in.. "Hello, Neighbors.. It's nice to meet this new face.." Wally says,"Go away!" Eddie says in anger

Wally then snaps his finger, and they appear in a dark room.

"No! No!" Eddie screams. Blaye then curls up in fear. The room goes dark, and Eddie screams in pain... The room lights turn back on, and Eddie's legs are missing... Blaye screams in shock. "I'm okay, kiddo... I'm just a puppet. A sentient one.." Blaye sighs and keeps crying. Eddie pats her head. "It will be okay, kid.. I hope.." Eddie says. Then Wally comes in with a knife. Eddie stands in front of Blaye. "MAKE A RUN FOR IT!!!!!" Eddie says as Blaye then runs out, and Wally chases her. "Get back, neighbor!!!" Wally says manically. Blaye then runs into her house, and just before Wally can kill her, she turns off the tape, and then Wally dissolves into nothingness. Blaye looks out her window and sighs in relief when she sees her normal neighborhood out the window. Blaye immediately hides the tapes back in the drawer. She then rushes to the basement and sees the Eddie Dear puppet.

"Keep me in a box in your closet, and when you ever want to watch those tapes again, please tell me first!!! I can tell you how to watch them without getting transported to Home.." Eddie says in a calm but firm tone.

"You're actually alive!!!" Blaye says.

"I've always been.. When you saw me get hurt, that was a hallucination.. But home is a real place.. you were transported to another world.." Eddie says.

Blaye then puts him in a box and takes him to her room.

"Untill your parents come back just keep me on the bed so I can protect you if Wally somehow gets out..." Eddie says looking at her.

A day later:

Blaye's parents come back and Blaye hugs them but her parents obviously don't care about her. Blaye goes back to her room, sighing. She puts the puppet of Eddie Dear in the box and puts him in the closet.

The end.

#Welcome home #fandom #writing #ideas #Horror #welcome home movie idea #Eddie Dear #wally darling #howdy pillar #sally starlight #julie joyful #barnaby b beagle #frank frankly #poppy partridge #fanmade #fanmade movie idea #fake #I made this in my note app lol #fanbase

[theslasherslut]

Hi! May I ask for a Yandere Werewolf Wally X Human Fem reader? But the reader doesn't like Wally at all.

mated pair

A/n: I had fun making it, it might be a little confusing towards the end

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You had always been fascinated by the mysterious TV show Welcome Home, and its cheerful and artistic neighbor, Wally Darling. You had watched every episode, solved every puzzle, and collected every clue that the mysterious Clown had left behind. You had even joined the online community of fans who shared their theories, fan art, and fan fiction about the show and its characters.

One day, you received an email from Clown himself, inviting you to participate in a special event. He said he had chosen you as one of the lucky winners of a contest, and that he had a surprise for you. He gave you an address and a time, and told you to be there alone.

You were curious and excited, but also nervous and scared. What if this was a trap? What if Clown was not who he claimed to be? What if he wanted to harm you or worse? But you couldn't resist the temptation of finding out more about Welcome Home and Wally Darling. You decided to take the risk and go to the address.

You arrived at a large and old mansion, surrounded by a high fence and a thick forest. You knocked on the door, but no one answered. You tried the handle, and found it unlocked. You entered the mansion, and saw a note on a table in the hallway. It read:

"Welcome Home, my dear friend. I'm so glad you could make it. I have prepared a special treat for you. Follow the clues and find your way to the basement. There, you will meet someone very special. Someone you have always wanted to meet. Someone who has been waiting for you for a long time. Don't be afraid, he won't bite... much. Have fun!"

You felt a chill run down your spine as you read the note. Who was this someone? Could it be... Wally Darling? You had always dreamed of meeting him in person, but you also knew he was not real. He was just a character from a fictional TV show. Or was he?

You decided to follow the clues and find out for yourself. You explored the mansion, looking for hints and puzzles that would lead you to the basement. Along the way, you saw many strange and creepy things: paintings with eyes that followed you, dolls that whispered in your ears, books that bled when you opened them, and more.

You finally reached the basement door, which was locked with a combination lock. You remembered that Clown had given you a riddle in one of his emails:

"What is red and blue and yellow all over?"

You thought hard about the answer, and then realized it was Wally Darling. His signature blue pompadour that contrasted with his Cardigan that had yellow buttons that went with his skin and he had a red necktie. You entered the colors on the lock: blue-red-yellow-blue-red-yellow.

The lock clicked open, and you pushed the door. You entered the basement, which was dark and damp. You saw a dim light at the end of the corridor, and heard a soft voice singing:

"Welcome home, welcome home,

You're not alone, you're not alone,

We're so happy that you're here,

We've been waiting for so long,

Welcome home, welcome home..."

You recognized the voice as Wally Darling's voice. It was the same voice you had heard on TV countless times. It was monotone and soothing, but also sad and lonely.

You walked towards the light, feeling both excited and terrified. You reached the end of the corridor, and saw a small room with a single window. The window was covered with bars, and outside you could see the full moon shining brightly.

In the room, there was a bed, a table, a chair, and an easel with a canvas on it. On the bed, there was a person lying under a blanket. On the table, there was a plate with some food on it: carrots, lettuce, celery, and radishes.

On the chair, there was Wally Darling.

He looked exactly like he did on TV: He has blue hair that is styled into a tall, spiraled pompadour. He wears a blue cardigan with yellow bordering and buttons, a white undershirt, a red necktie, vertically striped rainbow pants, and white-and-blue dress shoes with hearts on their soles.: he had furry ears and a tail.

He was a werewolf.

He looked at you with his big dark eyes, and smiled.

"Hello there," he said in his gentle voice. "I'm so happy to see you."

He got up from his chair, and walked towards you.

"You smell good, my apple" he said. "I learned all about you."

He reached out his hand to touch your face.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

He leaned in to kiss you.

You felt his warm breath on your lips.

Then You felt his sharp teeth on your neck.

You felt his claws on your back.

You felt afraid of what he might do to you.

So you kissed him back.

He parted from you to SAY

"Welcome home, mrs. darling"

Before all you know it, you see static until you don't remember who you were. thinking it was a terrible dream, Seeking your husband, Wally darling for comfort.

#wally darling #welcome home arg #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #wally x y/n #welcome home #wally x you #werewolf

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ooo can I please request a brothers!Tangerine/Lemon x Little sister where it’s like home alone lol? They have to rush to a mission and leave their 8 year old sister Y/n at home (with a babysitter of course), however, the babysitter doesn’t do their job… Leaving Y/n in the mansion by herself. She does what any little kid left alone would do… Watch a lot of TV, okay a lot of video games, eat a lot of candy, jump on the beds, etc, until enemies of the Twins show up and break in and Y/n goes all “Home Alone” on them. The Twins rush back having gotten the alert that someone broke in (they’re rightfully panicked), and walk in guns blazing, only to see a very messing house filled with traps, the bad guys tied up, upside down, hanging off of the upstairs rail… And a very proud little sister happily kicking her feet and waving at them while she’s just innocently watching a kids show

Lol Lemon being like like, “Welp, she is our little sister”

Tangerine face palming but also feeling a sense of pride in his lil sis😂

Also the twins rushing to hug her because they were super worried

oh my god I LOVE THISS 😭

Home alone

“Alright, you got our number, jus’ call if you need anything.” Tangerine had said to the babysitter, she just nodded and continued to scroll on her phone.

“Thank you.” He said, before they both left the house.

“You sure ‘bout her?” Lemon asked.

“She’s the cheapest one I could find.”

“You’re so cheap. Look at where we live.”

“Babysitters a babysitter, mate.” Tangerine rolled his eyes. “She’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He said, and they both got in the car.

The babysitter stayed for a little, before saying she was going to a party, and to tell your brothers that she was still there so she’d get paid.

You looked at her confused but agreed anyways, you were now home alone. You smirked when the door closed, and switched the channel. It was a horror movie, Texas chainsaw massacre.

You smiled as you realized you had hours home alone now. You could do anything.

You quickly raced to the kitchen, and jumped on top of the counter, and opened up a cabinet. A cabinet you weren’t usually allowed to open.

Lemon and Tangerine were auger addicts, and they always had to hide the candy from you (or you’d go crazy and eat it all like you are now)

You smirked and quickly got down a bunch of boxes, grabbing as much as you could and hopping down onto the floor again. You sat snack onto the couch, and ate almost all of it until you couldn’t eat anymore.

You switched the channel to another horror movie, saw this time.

You watched all the traps, and got bored after a while. So you went to one place you weren’t allowed.

The both of their bedrooms.

You made your way to Tangerines first, it was neat, and books were scattered around the room. Some plants and some flowers as well. Pictures of Tangerine, Lemon, and you all around as well. As well as an old painting.

You stood up, and started to jump up and down, laughing loudly as you did so, the bed getting messed up while you did so.

You then fell down, laughing wildly and grinning. That was about the most fun ever.

You cleaned up his room back to normal, then went to Lemons.

You’ve been in Lemons room tons of times, the both of you watching shows and TV.

It was messier, and it was more childish and fun. It had pictures of you, tangerine, and himself all around like Tangerines did. His bedsheets a bright blue. And small train figures scattered on his desk, along with some stickers of different things.

You smiled and did the same, smiling and laughing for a while before you heard a knock at the door. You furrowed your eyebrows and made your way back downstairs.

Your brothers couldn’t be home this early. No way!

“Who is it?” You said, in the best grown up deep voice you could muster.

“Its uh… your grandfather!” He made up a liez

“My grandpas dead.” You said back.

“It’s… your great grandfather.”

That’s a lie. You knew that.

So quickly, you ran down the basement, grabbing anything you could with a small smirk. A rope, some tape, and some other things. Your brothers had showed you what to do in case something like this happened.

You quickly set up the trap, the man outside fidgeting with the door knob. You placed the net hidden, and hid what activated it underneath some tape. It looked like a mess, but it would work hopefully.

The man grew agitated, and blew the door open with his shotgun.

Tangerine looked at his phone when he got the alert someone was at the front door, of course he had only seen the part where the man blew the door off.

He showed Lemon, and they both drove faster, breaking the speed limit a couple times while doing so.

The man was now in a net, it barely was hanging on, he fell down slightly every minute.

His gun had fallen, and you just stared at it, waiting on the stairs.

The twins had come in, both guns out. They looked around and noticed you on the stairs.

“Holy shit. Are you alright?” Tangerine said, going up to you while Lemon stared in amusement at the man captured in the net, hanging on by the stairs.

“I’m fine. He’s not.” You pointed to the man, who just growled.

“Is that who I think it is?” Lemon snickered, and went closer.

“Think it is, Lemon. What do ya say we kill him right now?”

“Nah, I say we torture him.” Lemon sniffled, and the man just thrashed in the net, making it fall from the rope. He fell onto the hard floor with a groan, and looked up to the three of you staring at him.

“Can’t believe you got beat by a child?” Tangerine teased, grabbing him out of the net, and pulling his wrists roughly.

“Now I want you to tell everyone, including the person who hired you, to never come here ever fuckin’ again. Don’t even lay your eyes on her ever again.” Tangerine said.

“Yeah, you’re lucky we don’t shoot ya fuckin’ eyes out right now.”

“Well then who’d give everyone our message?” Tangerine said, and shoved him outside, the man tripping and falling on the driveway while running.

“Nice job, y/n.” Lemon said, turning back to you and giving you a high five, making you beam.

#lemon and tangerine #lemon x sibling!reader #tangerine x sibling!reader #tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train

[yandere-sins]

Aaaand it’s a wrap guys!!! Thank you all for sticking around for Sintember and giving the prompts lots of love! And thank you @sintember for creating a wonderful, creative prompt list which had amazing gems on it! This blog is going back to regular content now but it was a delight to participate in this challenge ♥

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Gagging, Cuffing with chains, Abuse, Mistreatment, Unwanted affection/touches, Punishments, Heavy Trauma, Suicide mention, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrom

Prompt: @sintember Free Day Friday: True Freedom - Write anything you want! Anything.

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It had been years now.

When it happened, it was the worst thing anyone could imagine. Chained and gagged, you spent your miserable days in a dark basement, only the owner of the house you were kept in able to turn the light on. Every day when he returned home, he’d bring you upstairs to bathe, eat, and watch television together. Even at night, he kept you by his side, cuddled you, and whispered your name in his sleep reverently. The chains remained. Always.

But where this was your everyday life, there were days when things would not go so peacefully. He’d hit you and punish you, make you beg for your life with a knife pressed to your throat. You’d be forced to your knees, fulfilling his fantasy, and call him disgusting nicknames that still made bile rise into your mouth. He was as moody as he was sweet and caring. Kind even. Always ordering the food you liked and letting you have the softer pillow to sleep on. But in the morning, he’d always drag you back down into the basement to stay there alone.

It was a love of convenience, and you were only convenient when he was home and had you all to himself. You learned more about your captor the longer it went on, but those memories were fading. Not so much the dark, angry glares he had after angering him or the smothering confessions of love while he touched you against your will. Those still haunted your nightmares and woke you up covered in sweat.

But it was all in the past now.

Eventually, someone found you. It had been almost unreal to see another face again after so long, a maintenance man having stopped by unannounced and finding you crying and clearly in distress. It had been an absolute coincidence; had your captor known, he probably would have arranged it in a way you wouldn’t have been found. To this day, you wrote ‘Thank you!’ cards every Christmas to the guy that freed you.

You couldn’t even be a witness in court, but it wasn’t necessary. Together with your therapist and your finally reunited family, you watched the court session take place, clutching their hands as if your dear life depended on it. Him being sentenced for his crime, strangely enough, didn’t make you burst out in tears then and there. But the moment you stepped away from the TV, your whole body collapsed, the relief unleashing the bottled-up emotions.

It took a long time to see the fruits of your recovery. You couldn’t leave your home, seeing your captor in every man that passed by. Panic attacks were more common to you than hugs with your family members. As you recovered from even the simplest things, your life was still on hold—just like for the year and half you were kidnapped. Eating, bathing, sleeping—you had to relearn everything. Even with your therapist’s help, those were constant reminders of him. The worst was the rattling of chains, be it from a vehicle or keys. You’d instantly cower in a corner, wheezing.

No, it wasn’t easy to relearn true normality. You wanted to, desperately, but it was met with more shame than peace. When you passed a man with his aftershave on your rare walks, you still froze up and remembered when you’d apply it on him. He’d give you the bottle, trusting you with his eyes closed and looking so normal. As if you were meant to help each other like this. And even though you flinched when you touched yourself, caressing a spot he liked to grab or kiss, you always came face to face with the memory of him whispering your name into your ear. Telling you, you were his one and only. That he loved you to the moon and back. That you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

It was inexplicable how you could still remember these moments almost fondly, just because those were the times he treated you as equal, loved, and gentle. With no fear connected to it. But even when your therapist told you it was typical to feel this way, all you could feel was shame. Shame that after all he did, you still put him on a pedestal like that. As if he hadn’t been horrifying enough. As if his love hadn’t been a sick excuse for the abuse he put you through.

But somehow, you got through it all. You started to heal, slowly. There were times you were still overwhelmed, but even more, you were happy again and made more memories. You even flirted once! But nothing came of it since you decided you weren’t ready for that amount of trust and vulnerability again. You were still too scared to be used and mistreated; it was better to focus on yourself for the time being.

Who knew if things would have ever really changed. Even with the small accomplishments, the moving forward, you weren’t sure if you could ever recover from the trauma. Perhaps you had to accept that your freedom would always be a little screwed now. Better than that stinky basement, though. You even got to go to your favorite coffee shop again, all by yourself, and enjoy their seasonal assortment. Things were getting better, very, very slowly.

But as fate would have it, your life wasn’t supposed to get better.

Ever.

While waiting for your coffee, you looked at your phone, realizing you had missed calls and texts asking where you were. It was strange for your family to make a fuss, considering it had been you who fussed about most things. It made you smile just a little as you opened the messenger, replying to your sister.

>> You have to come home asap!

<< Why? What’s wrong?

>> He was released from prison today!

You were about to reply to ask what she meant, your brain not working fast enough when the barista called out your name, and you looked up, reaching for the coffee she held out. Another hand brushed yours aside, taking it from her with a chipper, “Thank you!” while the second hand looped around yours, squeezing it tightly.

The smell of familiar aftershave wafted into your nose, and you froze, just like you had for the last couple of times you smelled it. Your vision began to shake as you forced yourself to look at the man standing next to you, his face thrown in shadows by the baseball cap he was wearing, but his features still looked the same. He seemed too healthy to be out of prison, yet, more muscular than you remembered him. Stronger. More capable.

He turned to you, a smile so full of joy it must have hurt, curling on his lips and his eyes softening as he looked at you. He brought up your intertwined hands, kissing yours longingly. “I missed you,” he mumbled against your knuckles, smothering your hand in more kisses. “I missed you so much it made me want to kill myself.”

With a sigh, he lowered your hands again, holding out your coffee to you, your body accepting his gift just like it had all these years before. “Only the thought of seeing you again kept me alive, and now, finally…”

Tugging softly on your hand, you made an instinctive step forward. Suddenly you weren’t the person on the road to recovery anymore. Suddenly you were the same person he kidnapped, chained, and trained to follow his every step, every move, and every wish. Your whole therapy seemed to collapse into itself as you felt no inch stronger, wiser, or able to resist than before.

“Let’s go home, okay?” he said. Nonchalantly, unbothered of the past between you. The years that had passed or the changes that happened.

Just like that, all your freedom vanished before your eyes, your voice silenced with a kiss as you wanted to scream.

And you wondered how long it would take this time for everything to repeat itself.

#Sintember 2022 #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW #OW

[toournextadventure]

BROBROBRO so ik this prolly don't rlly matter BUTTTT how would the siblings react to birb getting killed? imagine nicky waking up from a coma just to find out that his little sister is dead 🖕

Oh no, it matters. It matters a lot 👀

Alex openly takes it the hardest. He's the oldest, he spent the most time with you through thick and thin. You went camping together, you taught him how to ski, you helped him learn how to hunt. All of those things went unfinished, his teaching went incomplete. He starts taking up more hobbies; reading, drawing, whatever he can get his hands on to keep himself busy. But he never finishes learning. Books are put down with the last chapter being unread. Drawings are half-sketched and never completed. He's just waiting for you to come back and teach him how to finish it.

Hailey, on the opposite end of the spectrum, withdraws. She used to be loud with you; scream-singing karaoke in the basement, howling at the moon just because, loud laughter at the Bridezillas on the TV. But her other half is gone now. You're gone now. Nothing is fun anymore, not when she has to do it alone. Wolfing out gets harder and suddenly it's not a fun night out with you, it's terrifying because now? Now she's all alone in the big, dark world.

Daniel talks nonstop. The most reserved out of the kids, and now no one can get him to shut up. It started a few fights with Hailey and Alex because "how are you so fine? She's not even here, who are you even talking to?" But how can he tell them that it's just too quiet now? He can't hear your thoughts anymore, can't hear that internal monologue you always had. No, now it's quiet. And that silence is deafening.

Emily, Jamie, and Alysah didn't know what to do. They were too young to truly understand what was going on, but it was the first time they had been without you. You had been part of the family before them, so you had been part of their entire lives. Now you were gone. They didn't know where you were, but they knew you weren't coming home to watch cartoons with them anymore. You didn't take them out to look for rocks down at the crick, or to grab the cookies off the top shelf when they wanted a midnight treat. So they wandered the house, wandered around the yard alone because everyone was sad and you were gone and they didn't know how to handle all these Big emotions.

But Nicky? Oh god, Nicky. There was no preparing someone for coming out of a coma, but this? When the first thing he asked was if you were okay? How could they tell him "No, she's gone?" To wake up after so long, wanting nothing more than to tell you how much he loved you, and you're gone? He spends his days at your grave more often than not, numb to everything. Sitting with his back against the headstone that he hadn't even been able to afford; it had been bought by some girl named Addams, or something like that. Every now and then she would join him, but she never talked and he talked too much. He had done everything in his power to keep you safe and look what happened. You were gone before he could even tell you he was sorry.

#everyone but her au #birb blurbs