#boys need their food he's got hospital bills to pay and i need to fix my car before it Dies. car breaks and i'm fucked lmao

[transbcyfriend]

hey soooooo boyfriend and i have an etsy shop now. we sell witchy shit, gemstones, u know the deal. while thankfully we're floating on pretty okay right now, it would be much appreciated to have some extra cushion. if you or a friend like a good rock or herbal mix, i'd love if y'all could spread us around so we can scrap up some savings while i look for a new job.

my boyfriend, our two goofy children, and i greatly appreciate you taking the time to read. here's the shop if you'd like to get something in return for the help:

#ignore the businessman jargon in a lot of the listings we're just trying to eat here jfbfjfjfhfnfj #boys need their food he's got hospital bills to pay and i need to fix my car before it Dies. car breaks and i'm fucked lmao #help #signal boost #mutual aid #while not urgent it could be if the economy decides to fuck me like it did last time and leave me jobless for 7 months #so. pls don't sleep on this i rlly want this to be a decent side hustle #doordash/instacart pay pennies and expect me to act like i make 26 an hour with my service. i literally can't even feed myself with it #anyways. here goes nothing. i hope this works

[sully-999]

Mickey and the Gallaghers Part 2

This might be the lowest point of his life he thinks. Even on the lowest points of his alcoholism and all the shit with college and Helene he was only really fucking up his own life.

But now, shit was different. He had 3 (potentially 4) people that depended on him. He had no job, no stable income, and no potential leads to other opportunities.

They had decided not to sell the house to Shelby and to wait for another bigger offer to come in. The Gallagher house had survived and been their shelter their entire lives. Lip was sure it would continue to be, but now they had less furniture, fewer appliances, and worst of all no fucking hot water.

He was at a loss. Desperation filled every cell of his body. Even if he worked on this stupid delivery job all day he couldn’t front the expenses to repair the pipes or the water heater.

Lip was a hustler. He knew what he could do to come up with the money. Less than legal ways to do it. But after the whole Born Free debacle, he had sworn to Tami that he wouldn’t do anything that could potentially affect them. Regardless, things were still too hot with the police still sniffing around.

He knew Ian and even Carl could lend him some money but he couldn’t find a fiber in his body that made him want to ask them. He was supposed to be the big brother, the protector. How the fuck did it all come to this?

He was so involved in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the footsteps climbing up the porch stairs. With his head on his palms, he only saw the combat boots and thought it was Ian but when he looked up he saw instead his brother-in-law looking at him with an inquisitive face.

“Hey man, what’s up?” “Ian sent me to pick up some shit he left in the room.” “Oh ok” “He’s at fucking Yoga class or some shit” “Wow in true west side fashion”

They stayed in awkward silence for a while. Lip and Mickey had known each other for years. They had done some crazy things when they were younger and normally had a decent relationship. After the fight, things got better but sometimes they still had awkward moments.

“Sooo, I’m going in” “Yeah yeah go ahead”

Mickey knew Lip was going through a hard time. Not only had he shared with Ian all that was pestering him, but Mickey could just see it. Lip’s cocky attitude and know-it-all fuckery were toned down and he was often quieter, observant. The years of the college boy in the Ivy?... What was it?.. Ivory? Ivory Tower were long gone and Lip was back to being full south side trying to make ends meet.

Mickey entered the house and couldn’t find anyone inside. The kitchen was still a mess and it seemed like Lip attempted to work on the pipes while still trying to paint and do touch-ups around the first floor. He picked up the stuff Ian had asked for and since no one was there he made his way back to the door. He heard Lip on the phone trying to get a quote for the repairs so he just waved and kept walking.

As Mickey drove back to the apartment he couldn’t get the image of Lip with his head in his hands sitting on the porch. He was alone since Tami and Fred were still at her dad’s and he looked plain miserable. He remembered the brilliant guy that tutored Ian when he wanted to go to West Point. The one with the bright future when all the other Gallagher siblings seemed screwed for life. The one that acted like a punk but always gave his all for his family.

Family. He shouldn’t give a fuck but Mickey feels restless.  

He knew that if Ian offered him the money he wouldn’t accept it, even miserable Phillip was too fucking proud for that. Ian had told Mickey that he offered his share of the house if it sold and Lip had said no.

As Mickey entered the new apartment he didn’t feel like he could sit down. He walked around, cleaned up, turned the TV on trying to occupy his mind. Instead, he thought about Fred, about Tami, about Liam. His mind took him to think about Yevgeny and all the scams they did to put food on the table at the Milkovich house.

He went back to the bedroom rushing. He entered the walk-in closet and stretched to find a dark blue carton box. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down an amount of money and an “I O U” below it. Here he was, again. This time he would tell Ian...eventually.

Last time had been too complicated. There were so many little things that Mickey had almost lost track of where all the money had gone. Liam’s new graphing calculator, Franny’s after-school clubs, Tami’s last bill from the hospital, Carl’s required duty belt, the anniversary party.

He picked up his phone and dialed one of his contacts. “Hey, I have a job for you…”

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Lip was coming back home from making deliveries and upon opening the door he was faced with 2 guys cleaning up debris from the floor.

“Who the fuck are you?” he said startled. The 2 men looked at Lip and started speaking Spanish explaining something Lip couldn’t understand. Finally, they pointed at the water heater and one of them opened the kitchen faucet. As warm water started coming out a confused expression grew on Lip’s face. The men finished up cleaning and waved goodbye to Lip. He was dumbstruck.

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Ian and Mickey were making dinner when Ian’s phone rang. Mickey could only hear Ian’s responses to the call but he automatically knew who was calling.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about...They were just randomly inside the house?... I would have told you asshole!... Maybe Debbie?”

As Ian continued his conversation, Mickey kept chopping the beloved tomatoes from the garden.

“That’s awesome though, do you guys need help moving Tami and Fred back in? Ok, let me know what you find out. Bye.”

“Lip says someone came to fix the pipes and reconnected the gas so they finally have hot water.”

“Mhm,” Mickey was trying his hardest to avoid meeting his husband's eyes. He could lie his way from any situation but he couldn’t, for the life of him, lie to Ian.

Ian eyed him suspiciously “Do you know anything about this?”

Mickey ignored him but Ian knew something was up. He kept probing him until he broke.

“You can’t say anything to him Red” “Why?” “Because he would be embarrassed and would try to pay us back. You had offered him money before and he refused but he needed help Ian.” “Why didn’t you tell ME anything then?” “Cause you couldn’t have kept the secret and Lip would have stopped us!”

Ian knew he had a point...“Where did you get the money?” he asked next. “...” “Mickey…” “The honeymoon fund man. I’m sorry I know we promised to talk to one another and have a mutual understanding and all that shit but Ian...family is family” He said harshly. After a moment Ian smiled and kissed him sweetly. “Family is family” he repeated grinning.

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They hosted the next family dinner at the Gallagher house. As the kids played games and Debbie and Ian helped Tami to set the table Lip approached Mickey giving him a beer.

The two men kept looking at the kids and relaxed in comfortable silence. “I’m glad you’re part of our family Mickey”

Mickey nodded without facing him and without saying a word cheered his beer to Lip’s pop. 

He was too.

#gallavich #gallavich fanfic #ian and mickey #this came out way longer than anticipated.

[teddy-bear-surprise]

hi!! how are you? i seen your post about wanting to write headcannons or blurbs and i didn't know if you wanted them to be birthday related but osbddkndjdd staying up until exactly 12 am with peter and once it hits, the reader gives him a bunch of kisses & let's him now how happy she is to be with him!!!

This story is also available on AO3 and Wattpad!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request, I'm doing great today and I hope you are too <3

MASTERLIST

Title: Midnight Birthday

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: None (they joke around about poop and farts, which makes me sound immature, but I promise it’s funny and not like serious)

Context needed: Y/N

I deviated slightly from the prompt on accident, but I hope you enjoy it :)

Your phone rang loudly for the third time, prompting you to finally pick up. Normally, you would ignore everyone’s phone calls, but you realized that Peter was the one calling you. You had set a special ringtone for him, just so this wouldn’t happen, yet he still had to call multiple times just to get your attention.

“Hey, Peter! Sorry I didn’t pick up before… You know how it is, right?”

Peter chuckled on the other end of the line, “Yeah, I know. We should really come up with a better system for you. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if there was an emergency and they had to call you. I know you can’t see me right now, but just the thought gave me goosebumps.”

You heard him shudder, “I’m sure you’re very goosebumpy, Spider-Kid.”

“Hey!” He asserted jokingly, “You know that I prefer ‘Spider-Man’, you know that. And don’t be mean to me! I’m over here calling to invite you out to dinner and this is what I get? I am beyond hurt. I will never recover.” Peter emphasized each word as sarcastically as he possibly could.

“Oh, get over yourself drama queen. Spider-Boy, Spider-Kid, Spider-Man, it’s all the same thiiinnggggg. Just take the compliment, hun. In thirty years– when you’re all old, wrinkly, and a Spider-Senior –you’ll be missing the days when people called you Spider-Kid. Now, what were you saying about dinner?”

“I said I wanted to invite you out to dinner! Were you not listening?”

You rolled your eyes and wished he could see your face right now. “I got that part, genius. I meant like what kind of dinner… Y’know, Where? When? The details, Pete, the details.”

“Oohhhh, that would make sense.” He laughed quietly, shaking his head at his own stupidity. “I was thinking that we could go to that restaurant you love, you know the one you were talking about the other day… Ummmm I think it was called Sveleka? Right? So we could go there around 7…”

Peter’s voice trailed off as he tried to remember the details of his plan and you cut in. “It’s Veselka, but that would be great, Pete. I’ll see you there at 7, love you.”

You hung up the phone before Peter even got a chance to reply. Your phone skills were rudimentary, to say the least, and it always got you into trouble. Luckily, Peter understood your bizarre hatred of phones and phone calls, allowing you to talk to him without worrying too much.

You knew that his birthday was tomorrow and you had developed a plan of your own. It was supposed to be a surprise, and the last thing you were expecting was for him to ask you out to dinner the night before his own birthday. In a way, it made you appreciate him even more, knowing that he loved you enough to randomly call you and ask you out to dinner. But now, thanks to his unexpected decision, you only had two hours to rearrange everything before meeting up with him for dinner. You stared at the giant teddy bear sitting on your bed and sighed. Even though your plan was technically easier to carry out now, you felt a twinge of annoyance about having to modify your schedule.

Originally, you wanted to sneak into Peter’s apartment, along with May’s help, and surprise him with a giant teddy bear that said “I love you” when you hugged it. Ideally, you would get there right at midnight, as the night turned from August 9th to 10th, and show him that you cared. That you cared about his birthday, his happiness, and his wellbeing.

You shook away the thought and positioned the teddy bear so that it looked like it wanted to give you a hug. In between its warm, fluffy arms, you placed a small box. This box was technically Peter’s real present. It contained a small, circular locket with one half of a glass spider and a key. In the very same box, you included a long handwritten note telling Peter how much you loved him and how proud you were of him. Once you rearranged the box and bear to your liking, you began to get ready.

The closet of your apartment was minuscule, as was the whole place, and the limited space had led you to develop a very limited wardrobe. Your outfits only consisting of basic black pieces, one dark green jacket, and three pairs of shoes. Peter always joked that he loved how your closet all looked the same, claiming that it made it easier to find you if you ever got lost in a crowd. You both knew that was far from true since everyone in Manhattan loves wearing black, but you appreciated that he was so kind about your unconventional fashion decision.

You grabbed a simple, long black skirt and a silky black tank top, changing out of your pajamas. It might have been five o’clock in the afternoon, but pajamas stayed on until you left the house. That was just the rule. While you fixed your hair and makeup, you began to worry that Peter would figure out your plan. It was a slightly irrational thought, especially since he was socially inept and on multiple occasions forgot when his birthday was. Still, the thought plagued your mind until the moment you were ready to leave.

As you walked to Grand Central station, you texted Aunt May, letting her know that the plan had changed. May had been the biggest supporter of you and Peter’s relationship from the start. Honestly, she was the only one you could trust because she was the only one who could keep both your and Peter’s identities a secret. You hopped onto the Six heading downtown, hoping that she would reply before your service completely cut out.

You: Hi, May. Peter invited me out for dinner at the last minute so we might have to rearrange a bit.

May: This is why I told you to make plans with him ahead of time, so we wouldn’t run into any bumps like this.

You: I know, sorry. I wasn’t expecting him to do this.

May: I was kind of expecting it… I made a bet with myself that he would do this and it looks like I won!

You: You bet on us?? Is this like a reoccurring thing???

May: Definitely not. That would be immature. I’d never do that.

You shook your head at your phone, laughing at how obvious it was that May bet on your and Peter’s relationship. To you, May was like a second mother, or just a really cool aunt. She seemed to understand how to be just serious enough, but not stiff. Not to mention that she was ten times nicer and more supportive of you than your actual mom.

You: I’m gonna pretend that the last part of the conversation never happened. But what I wanted to tell you was that I’m going to meet Peter for dinner around 7 at Veselka so I won’t be able to go back to my apartment and then to Peter’s in time. I just left the bear at my apartment and I’m thinking of asking Peter to go home with me after we eat, what do you think?

May: Sounds like a solid plan, kiddo. Good luck, and please don’t let Peter eat too many of those sauerkraut pierogies this time, he was gassy for two days. It wasn’t fun.

You: Thanks for the gross heads-up, May. Byeeee

You got off at Astor Place and walked in silence towards the restaurant. You were looking at the ground, head hanging low, when Peter called out to you from across the street.

“Y/N, hi!”

You looked up at him and smiled at the goofy boy waving at you. “Hi, Peter!”

Jogging across the street, you made eye contact with him. He held out a hand towards you, helping you onto the sidewalk, and embraced you. Peter kissed the top of your head softly and gave you one last squeeze before letting go.

“So, I guess we’re both early then. I gotta say that I’m shocked, Parker. I wasn’t expecting you to get here before me.”

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.” Peter winked at you.

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The two of you merrily ate your dinner, with Peter threatening to instigate a food fight more than once. You talked about anything and everything, by the time you two were ready to pay the bill, it was almost 11 and you were stuffed.

Peter rubbed his hand on his stomach, poking at it, “I think it would be physically impossible for me to eat any more. Like I would just spchwoooo,” he mimicked an explosion with his hands, “explode.”

“I’m just glad we didn’t order any of those sauerkraut pierogies, May said they made you all gassy last time. I don’t even want to know what would have happened if you ate those and the stuffed cabbage.”

“What?! May said that? I never get gassy. Ever.” Peter lowered his voice, “I’m literally superhuman, it takes more than some sauerkraut and cabbage to mess with this iron stomach.”

“That’s not even close to being true. You had explosive diarrhea after that burrito two weeks ago, and don’t blame the food, you were the only one out of the three of us who got sick. Did you forget that May and I had to take you to the hospital? Because I don’t think that counts as an ‘iron stomach’.”

The two of you argued about stomachs, diarrhea, and food the rest of the way to your apartment, stopping every few minutes to point out airplanes flying overhead. You insisted on walking home so you could arrive almost exactly at midnight. Plus having Spider-Man by your side was basically a guarantee of safety, even in Manhattan. Peter held your hand the whole time, swinging it like a smitten teenager. After walking nearly fifty blocks, you arrived at your apartment. You noticed that Peter seemed hesitant, only lightly resting his foot on the first step leading up the building.

“C’mon, let’s watch a movie or something. I don’t want you to leave yet.” You pouted and tugged on Peter’s hand, pulling him up into the doorway.

“Well then, I guess I’m not leaving.”

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The two of you were cuddled on your small couch watching Buzzfeed Unsolved, Peter’s favorite show, but you weren’t paying attention. Every few seconds your eyes would dart up at the clock, waiting for the hour hand to strike 12. Peter was entranced, never letting his attention deviate from the screen, and he didn’t even notice that you weren’t looking at the TV. The minutes went by slowly and you were counting down the seconds until midnight, gripping onto Peter’s arm. He thought that you were just scared by the prospect of unsolved murders, not that you were anxiously waiting for his birthday.

The last second passed and the clock struck 12, you immediately jumped out of Peter’s embrace and turned to him. Peter sat up in shock, confused by your sudden movement. You took the opportunity to straddle him and grab his face.

“Happy birthday, My Love.”

You peppered his face with sweet kisses and his eyes widened. His body softened under your touch as a feeling of love and happiness filled his heart. Peter snaked his hands up your thighs, letting them rest on your hips, and squeezed softly. You gave him one last kiss on the lips and rested your forhead against his.

“I have a surprise for you, Birthday Boy.” You lifted yourself off of his lap and held your hand out to him.

Peter took your hand and followed you obediently, curious to see what his surprise was. You opened the door to your room, revealing the large stuffed bear and its matching box. Peter let go of your hand and excitedly ran towards your bed.

Before he could say anything, you began speaking, “I know it’s not much, and I know you probably thought that I’d have like a trail of rose petals in here or something like that. But I wanted to show you that my love for you isn’t just about our physical relationship, my love for you i-is emotional and wholesome. I love you, Peter Parker. I truly love you and I’m so happy that you’re mine. I mean, every morning I wake up, I remember that I’m dating you, and that makes me the happiest person in the world.” You reached over to the box in Peter’s hands, “So, Peter Parker, will you accept this key?”

You opened the box and Peter’s cheeks glowed red. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded his head.

“Yes! I love you so much too. I- Thank you,” He paused, “Oh no. Wait, I don’t have a key for yo–”

“Pete, this is your birthday present. I wouldn’t expect you to give me a gift on your birthday, silly.”

He rambled energetically, “You’re right… I’m still going to get you a copy though. Oh my gosh. I love this so much, and is this a spider because I’m Spider-Man?! Where’s the other half? This is so cool!”

You held up your matching locket, opening it to reveal the other half. “Yep, it is because you’re Spider-Boy. The best superhero in town. And, don’t throw away the little note at the bottom. Well, don’t open it now, but if you ever need a reminder of how much I love you, just read that note.”

Peter held your hands in his and pulled you down, both of you crashing into the giant teddy bear. The second you fell onto it, it blurted a freakish, distorted “I love you”, scaring both of you. You jumped up and looked at a wide-eyed Peter.

“Y’know, maybe we don’t need the bear. I don’t really want to be on the next episode of Unsolved.”

You laughed at Peter’s joke, pushing the bear onto the ground and kissed him. His soft lips tasted like the blueberry dessert you shared and his skin was as soft as butter.

You pulled away, foreheads resting together once more. Peter whispered, “Thank you for giving me the happiest midnight birthday, darling.”

#peter parker #cute peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #happy birthday peter parker #fluffy fanfiction #fluff #MCU #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #midnight birthday #teddybearsurprise

[agustdakasuga]

A Place Called Home | Chapter 19

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

As you sit there and endure the tortures of being an illegal fighting ring’s prisoner, you soon hear what you dread the most. Your worse nightmare has come true. (Italics: Flashback moments)

Chapter warning(s): Light teasing, violence. Please read at your own discretion

The 6 just continued running, afraid that there would be people to chase them. Namjoon saw signs of a city and they cut out of the forest. 

“Let’s go.” He led the group towards the flashing lights of the buildings. Looking at the signs, they realised they were across town. There was no way they would be able to make it back home on foot. 

“Shall we take a train?” Taehyung asked. 

“We should have enough money.” Jin nodded. Hoseok took his pouch out to count what they had. He was in charge of the money for their trip. 

"Wait, it’s after curfew. We’ll get in trouble if people report us.” Namjoon frowned. They decided to start walking. Hopefully they had enough energy to talk until the curfew was up, then they could take public transportation. It was dark and the streets were empty enough that they wouldn’t be questioned or reported to the police. 

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asked Jimin, who stumbled a little. 

“I’m okay.” Jimin gave a tired smile. Yoongi took his water bottle and handed it to Jimin. Jimin took small sips, careful to reserve some for the panther and handed it back to him. 

“It’ll be about 2 hours until curfew is up.” Jin checked his watch. The group made sure to take small breaks every now and then to prevent over exhaustion.

“Yoongi?” A familiar voice spoke. The group froze and turned around to see who it was. 

“Head nurse Park?” The panther tilted his head. 

“How are you boys? I haven’t seen you in ages, what are you doing out here at this hour?” Head nurse Park asked. She was going to take her usual morning walk when she saw the familiar group of hybrids walk past her house. Luckily, she recognised Yoongi and called out to him. 

“We’re trying to get home. We think something has happened to (y/n).” Taehyung spoke sadly. 

“Oh, dear. And where have you boys been?” 

“At a safe house, separated from her. We ran away last night.” Yoongi explained. Head nurse Park’s heart broke as she saw how tired the boys looked from walking the whole night. 

“Come in. At least have some food and drinks until curfew is up.” She opened the gate wider for them to come into her property. 

“Stay here.” She handed them some blankets to bundle up as she went to the kitchen. First, she fixed them some hot tea to warm up. Then she made a quick, simple breakfast for them. Jimin quickly fell asleep in Namjoon’s lap, exhausted from walking the whole night. The boys were all thanking their lucky stars that they ran into head nurse Park. 

“Here, it’s not much but it’ll do.” She put the tray of porridge down. 

“No, it’s more than enough. Thank you.” Jin gave the bowls out. Namjoon woke Jimin up to eat something as well. 

“Is there anyone I can call or-” 

“No! Umm... sorry. We’re not supposed to be out of the safe house. They didn’t want us to know about something happening to (y/n). We found out by accident, which is why we want to save her.” Namjoon said. 

“I understand. Before (y/n) took her vacation, she was acting weird in the hospital. She was distracted, she wasn’t eating right, it was obvious something was wrong. Now I know the reason, it was because she was separated from all of you.” She smiled softly. 

The boys’ hearts all broke when they heard that you weren’t taking care of yourself while they weren’t there, not like they were exactly doing well either. 

“I hope (y/n) is okay.” She stroked Taehyung’s head. 

“She will be.” Yoongi clenched his fist. Once the clock hit 7 am, the boys got ready to head home. 

“Take this, enough for the bus.” Head nurse Park handed them some bills. 

“No, you’ve done enough for us. We can’t take your money too.” Jin shook his head. Head nurse Park just grabbed his hand and shoved the money in before leaving for her morning walk. 

“We better go.” Hoseok took the money from Jin and they headed to the bus station. When the bus came, they were about to step on when the bus conductor stopped them, he frowned at the group before pointing at the sign, ‘No strays allowed’. Sighing, they all proceeded to take their tags out from underneath their shirts. 

Only then did he move back into his driver’s seat. Yoongi rolled his eyes and made sure everyone was able to get in and find a seat. 

“You should sit, hyung.” Jimin was about to get up when Yoongi pushed him back down by his shoulder. Yoongi just looked away, continuing to shield Jimin with his body. 

“Why aren’t you sitting?” Yoongi looked up at you. 

“Because there aren’t any other seats, silly. It’s alright, the journey is not that far. Just sit or we’ll lose it and both have to stand.” You smiled down at him, stroking his head. Yoongi blinked and looked around the bus. Indeed, there weren’t any other available seats. 

“Yoongi, what are you-” Suddenly, Yoongi yanked you down onto his lap. You blushed at the sudden contact. 

“What are you doing?!” You whispered harshly. 

“Who says we can’t share a seat?” Yoongi smirked at you, circling his arms around your waist. You choked and met eyes with an old lady that was giving you disapproving looks. 

“We’re in public! This is very inappropriate.” You squeaked. 

“Aww, is my kitten have dirty thoughts? Naughty kitten.” He whispered in your ear. You shivered as you felt his warm breath against your skin. Immediately, your whole body went warm and your cheeks turned fire red. 

“Yoongi!” You slapped his arm. 

“I’m just teasing, just relax, kitten.” He chuckled. You ducked your head slightly but still bowed your head to the old lady. That was the first time Yoongi was taking the bus. Even if you had a car, you insisted that he experience ‘normal life’ and brought him on his first bus ride. It was definitely an experience that he would never forget. 

“Yoongs?” Jin called, breaking Yoongi out of his flashback. He looked up at the arctic fox. 

“We’re here.” He told the younger. Yoongi nodded and woke Jimin up. He held onto the boy’s hand, something he has never done before, and led him out of the bus. The 6 walked towards their old house. 

“There’s no one.” Hoseok sniffed the air. They could smell the scent of other people coming in and out of the house previously, as well as yours. 

“Be careful.” Namjoon cautioned. 

When they stepped inside, they felt the wind get knocked out of them. Their house wasn’t recognisable anymore. Everything was broken, like a tornado had swept through the place, leaving nothing intact. Yoongi’s eyes travelled to his now broken piano. 

“(y/n)...” Jimin whimpered as he picked up your family picture from under the pile of glass. 

“There’s something written at the back.” Taehyung pointed out. They all gathered as Jimin turned the photo over. It was true. In red writing, there was an address messily scribbled on. 

‘Come get your precious owner.’

The agents that came to scout and investigate the house obviously missed this, considering it was still left untouched under the glass. 

“This is all we need. We better go before others come.” Jin said. Jimin folded the photo and placed it into his pocket. They all froze when they heard cars pulling up outside, followed by unrecognisable voices. 

“They escaped the safe house?... Okay, we just pulled up to the house. We’ll see if they’re here.” There was someone on the phone. Taehyung pointed to the back exit and they quickly ran out the door as they heard the footsteps approaching the front door. Kilo must have noticed that they disappeared and informed the other agents. 

“Where shall we go?” Taehyung panted. 

“Just keep running.” Namjoon and Yoongi stayed at the back of the group in case anyone did discovered them and gave a chase. 

“We need to go to that address.” Hoseok said. 

“Let’s split into two cabs and go. The place is pretty far out and it’ll take us all day to get there if we walk or take public transport.” Jin suggested and they exited out into the main road. 

Luckily, they were able to get two taxis at the same time. They had just enough money to pay for the journey. It was Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok in one cab, Taehyung, Jimin and Jin in the other. Yoongi and Namjoon haven’t even seen the outside of the fighting ring before, they were going in blind. 

“Ugh!” You spat out more blood as a kick was landed against your stomach. You wheezed, feeling the dull ache as you breathed.

“You’re make this too hard on yourself, doctor.” Boss Im chuckled, putting a new cigarette to his lips. 

“You’re barking up the wrong tree.” You glared at him. 

“I left a nice message for your hybrids. I bet they’re on their way here right now.” He smiled. You continued to keep your fierce gaze on him but on the inside, you were panicking. You prayed the boys weren’t actually coming.

“I’ll be sure to keep you updated on their due arrival.” He left with his men. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. 

“Let me help you.” The same girl that has been bringing you meals rushed into your cell with a first aid box. You let out a hiss, moving away from her. 

“Please.” She begged, grasping your wrist. You were sceptical but nodded anyway. Slowly she began to clean your wounds and bandage you up. There wasn’t much she could do for the internal bleeding you were suffering from but she managed to get the superficial wounds. 

“Who are you?” You asked. 

“His wife...” She looked away, almost ashamed. 

“If you see my hybrids, turn them away. Don’t let them find me, please.” You begged her, holding her hands in your own.

“Can I ask why you are trying so hard to protect them? To the point you’d rather suffer multiple beatings.”

“I’ve already broken so many promises with them. The least I could do is try my best to honour one promise, which is that they’ll never return to this life of illegal captivity and fighting again.” You scoffed with a sarcastic chuckle. She nodded her head and packed up, leaving the cell. You pulled yourself onto the mattress and laid down with a grunt. 

You were woken up by loud banging on the bars of your cell. Someone roughly bound your hands behind your back and unlocked the chain around your ankle. He pulled you into a standing position. 

“Let’s go.” He said gruffly and pulled you along. You were pulled into a big room, with Boss Im sitting in what looks like a throne.

“I told you I’ll keep you updated. I’m never wrong, doctor.” He spoke with a smile.

“No...” The colour drained from your face. 

“No!” You thrashed around as the other doors opened and 6 hybrids were brought in. For the first time in almost a month, you faced your hybrids. You cried as you shook your head. 

“No, please... no.” You sobbed. 

“(y/n).” They all whimpered at your state. You had lost so much weight, the dark circles under your eyes were obvious and you were bloodied and bruised. It hurt them to even think of how much torture you went through alone here. Boss Im gave a content smirk. 

“Yoongi, Namjoon. Nice to see you again.” Boss Im grabbed their chins. Yoongi spat at him and he frowned, immediately socking him in the jaw. 

“Please don’t hurt him.” 

“Help me understand why you like these animals so much, doctor. They’re feral, they’re killers and yet, you treat them like every house cat and dog. They’re monsters.” Boss Im chuckled. 

“You’re the monster! Not them!” You shouted. 

“I’ll kill you, Im.” Namjoon growled. 

“Not if you want your precious mate to stay alive. I go down, she goes down with me.” Boss Im nodded to the man holding him and soon, you felt a cold metal being pressed against the jugular vein in your neck. The hybrids all let out growls at his actions. Boss Im just laughed and clapped at what a good reaction they gave him. 

“You brought some nice extras for me. A tiger, a fox, a golden retriever and oh, what a rare gem, a male calico cat.” Boss Im touched Jimin’s clipped ear. 

“Stop. Don’t touch him!” You begged. 

“Oh, doctor. Aren’t you curious to see how your mates fight? And now that you’re here, maybe they’ll fight even better. It gives them a reason to give it their all.” He smirked. 

“You’re despicable. Just let them go.” 

“But the show hasn’t even started, doctor. Listen, I’ll let you see how well your little mates fight. You deserve front row seats after taking such good care of them. For now, take them away.” Boss Im waved. Other henchmen came and grabbed the hybrids, bringing them with you. 

“You two, in there.” Jimin and Hoseok were thrown into a cell with you. Jin and Namjoon were together while Yoongi and Taehyung were together, being canines and felines. 

“(y/n).” Jimin and Hoseok immediately embraced you. 

“No... why did you come? You will die here.” You cried. 

“It’s okay, kitten. We’re okay. Boss won’t kill us as long as we fight for him.” Yoongi reached through the bars to pat your head. He wiped your tears with a reassuring smile. Even if the bars separating you, Yoongi still tried his best to hug you and cradle you in his arms. 

“We’re together now. That’s all that matters.” Taehyung comforted. 

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. 

“Hush, no apologies.” Hoseok said. You moved over to the other side to hug Namjoon and Jin. This was not part off the plan, for all of you to be trapped here. 

“Where’s Jungkook?” You asked Hoseok as Jimin hugged you like a koala. 

“He didn’t come.” Hoseok tried to smile. You pulled him close to you, stroking his head. The hugging from both of them hurt your bruised body but you didn’t care, you wanted to hold them forever. 

The 6 hybrids stopped outside the abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. 

“We’re here.” Namjoon and Yoongi recognised the place by it’s smell of the old building and blood. It was faint but they could smell you as well.

“This is your last chance to turn around and walk away. The boss wanted the two of us. There’s still a chance for the 4 of you to leave. Because once we get in there, there’s no knowing how long we’ll be there or what will happen to us. It may be death or torture. We may even have to fight.” Yoongi said. The 4 all looked at each other. 

“I want to save her, hyung. She doesn’t belong here.” Jimin said sadly. The others all nodded their heads. It didn’t amtter what happened to them as long as you were safe. 

“Okay. Let’s go.” Jin said. Suddenly, a small figure ran out at them. They all got into a defence position. 

“Stop! I’m not going to hurt you but please, go away.” She said frantically. Yoongi and Namjoon recognised her. They have seen her before and she was the one that delivered their food while they were here. 

“Who are you?” Taehyung asked. 

“It doesn’t matter. But you have to go. You can’t be here!” She shook her hands, trying to shoo them away. 

“We’re here for some personal business, lady.” Hoseok growled. 

“Your owner, the doctor. Her only request that she begged me to keep all of you away. She doesn’t want you guys to end up prisoner like her. She doesn’t want you guys here.” The lady explained. 

“She’s really here. Move out of the way.” Yoongi barred his canines and they shoved past the lady, walking into the compound. 

“My two best fighters and two new fighters, better eat your fill.” Boss Im came again. Two men had a tray filled with cooked beef. You went pale, he was going to ask Taehyung and Jin to fight for him as well. No wonder they kept them in two separate cages from you, Jimin and Hoseok. Jimin and Hoseok were domestic breeds, they don’t fight. 

“Let them go, please.” You kneeled by the bars of your cell. 

“Why would I? Namjoon and Yoongi have been trained enough that they can bring me a lot of money.” Boss Im smiled. 

“This is wrong!” You clenched your fists. 

“Do you think I care? These animals make me rich, that’s all that matters.” He shrugged and left. The 4 hybrids handed some beef to Jimin and Hoseok to eat. You buried your face into your hands. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You chanted. 

“My love, listen to me. You did nothing wrong, you hear me? None of us are angry with you or blame you. What you did was just to protect us. We came here to save you on our own will, knowing what we will happen. It’s alright.” Namjoon cupped your face.

“They’re going to make Tae and Jin fight.” Your breathing quickened. 

“It’s okay, don’t worry about that for a second. Take a deep breath, my love. Breathe with me. Like Tae said, we’re all together now. We’ll work through this together, hmm? We’ll never separate again.” Namjoon cooed. 

“There was never a moment that I didn’t think about you boys.” You placed a hand over his. 

“You were constantly on our minds too, snowflake. You’re our only mate, after all.” Jin chuckled, taking your hand to kiss the back of it. 

“You see? We’ve never parted with these.” Taehyung flashed his boxy grin, taking his green dog tag out to show you. Oh, how you missed that charming smile of his. 

“We’ll be okay.” Jimin whispered. 

-

The door slamming loudly woke Jungkook up. He jumped slightly and suddenly, was grabbed by the forearms. He was pulled up into a sleeping position, facing a frantic Kilo. 

“Jungkook! Where are they?!” Kilo shook him. 

“Who?” Jungkook replied lazily. 

“The other 6 hybrids! Your brothers, where did they go?!” Jungkook could just hear Kilo’s rapid heart rate. He was scared, nervous and panicking. Maybe he was afraid that losing 6 hybrids would cause him to get in trouble with Alpha or worse, get fired from the organisation. 

“Jungkook, where are the 6 hybrids?” Kilo asked again. 

“I don’t know.” Jungkook said monotonously, letting out a yawn.

“Listen, Jungkook. I know your brothers ran away because if they were kidnapped, you wouldn’t have been left here. Tell me, did they go and look for (y/n)?” Kilo was sweating bullets. 

“They are bound to find out.” Jungkook whispered. 

“They are in grave danger. You guys don’t have the strength to bring down an illegal fighting ring, much less, save your owner.” Kilo sighed, rubbing his forehead. Jungkook frowned, who was he to underestimate the strength of his brothers? Jungkook swatted Kilo’s hands off him and stood up. The man looked at the nonchalant rabbit. 

“Did you make breakfast? I’m hungry.” He yawned and went to the bathroom. 

“Jeon Jungkook, are you not worried about your brothers?” Kilo asked. Of course, Jungkook was worried but he couldn’t show it. He shrugged at Kilo’s question and headed to the kitchen. 

~~

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[10rcng]

TRCNG members sueing TS ENT. because of child abuse

TRCNG is a group beneath TS ENTERTAINMENT, a company that was previously managing B.A.P, and also sistergroup SONAMOO.

Earlier today word has gotten out that two members of the group, Taeseon and Wooyeop, are sueing the company for child abuse and injury resulting from violence. they also want to terminate the 9 year contract they’ve signed with TS ENT.

Not a lot of people know TRCNG, but the members’ ages are between 19 and 18. Some members have been training at TS ENT. for over 5 years before they made their debut on 171010. This means some of them have been at this company with abusive staff for over 7 years.

Below is a part from Soompi’s article on the case, and I’d like for everyone to read it as it’s truly disgusting what the members have been put through. 

According to Wooyeop and Taeseon, Park Sang Hyun forced them to practice choreography from 5 p.m. to 5 a.m. every day, and they had to report to the company again at 10 a.m. for vocal and personal practice. The members could not travel two to three hours round trip to properly attend school, so they switched schools in their second year of high school and are currently two years behind other students of their age.

Wooyeop and Taeseon said that Park Sang Hyun also assaulted the members using a game as an excuse and cursed at them continuously. The agency did not take any action when the members where injured while B-boying, so the members went to the emergency room by themselves to receive treatment. They were not provided food, and their dorm’s water and power were cut off due to the bills not being paid. As the agency did not take action when their air conditioner, toilet, and purifier were broken, the members’ parents fixed them or purchased new ones.

Regarding choreography director Yoon, he is said to have assaulted Wooyeop with a steel chair on June 10 of this year. The company did not take any action, so Wooyeop went to the Soonchunhyang University Emergency Room by himself and was told that he would need 14 days to recover. He went back and forth to and from the hospital for two days, but he was transferred to a different hospital nearby due to a high fever. His temperature exceeded 40 degrees Celsius (104 degrees Fahrenheit) when Park Sang Hyun visited the hospital and said, “One person’s life can be ruined because of you, so be careful of what you say.”

After Wooyeop was discharged from the hospital, Park Sang Hyun and other managers said that he is lying and that he got sick from drinking and meeting up with girls. Wooyeop is now receiving counseling at a hospital. He shared that another employee of the agency also extorted 1.2 million won (approximately $1,030) from him.

According to the statement, Taeseon was scolded and hit often since trainee days because he is the leader, and he says that he was hit in the head and cursed at when being scolded. He decided that he can no longer remain in the company while seeing the lack of action taken when Wooyeop was assaulted and in the hospital.

Here’s a link to a detailed translation of the original statement posted by their lawyers; [ x ]

The company has also released their counter statement, stating Taeseon and Wooyeop are both lying, and that some of the TRCNG members also do not agree with the accusations. However, these members are all children. I can only imagine they don’t feel comfortable about speaking up against the abuse, and that these distasteful powerful people are threatening them just as they threatened Wooyeop when he was in the hospital.

TS ENT. will sue Taeseon and Wooyeop back for the harm they’re causing the company by ‘spreading these lies’ and also for defamation.

If you’ve liked groups as B.A.P or SONAMOO, you’ll probably already know what kind of a disgusting company TS ENT. is. But this is crossing a line we never believed to hear of, and I beg of you to spread the word about this situation. TRCNG does not have a lot of fans and we need all the help we can get. 

Taeseon and Wooyeop are 19 year old kids. They’ve taken away the lives of all these 10 kids completely, setting them back at receiving education, abusing them mentally and physically, not paying their wages. They had vocal practice at 10am till their dance practice began, I’d think. They were forced into practicing dance for 12 hours at nighttime, TRCNG’s dances are difficult and include acrobatic tricks. These sessions were held daily with the man who threw a metal chair at Wooyeop. Imagine if they made a mistake during this dance practice... Only then to have 5 hours of the day left till they’d have to repeat the entire process again. 5 hours to sleep and rest. They’re not getting paid their wages because of TS ENT. and they’re also not getting fed by TS ENT, they can’t even pay for their own food so their parents have to help them with everything. They were at that company where there were people able to abuse them for 17 hours a day, and when they weren’t at the company they had to live at a place so neglected that they couldn’t even receive water nor electricity at. They’ve not been given anything by this company that they’ve dedicated their teenage years to. This is not a life, this is not a dream being made true. This is not okay. We can’t let this company get away with this again. Please help us spread the word. Please.

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[apocalypseornaw]

Hunter's Coffee

For the *Coffeeshop AU* square on @girl-next-door-writes make me feel bingo

Bobby had his salvage yard, Ellen had the roadhouse and you have your coffee shop

“So are you ever going to tell me the story behind all these regulars that pop in here but only want to see you?” Carolyn asked watching as you set the machine to start roasting a new batch of coffee beans. “So? Maybe I know how to fix their drinks the way they like them” you replied with a wink before moving to check the baked good display at the front of the store before you opened for the day.

“And the fact that half of them look like they’ve been hit by a truck and I’ve seen more than one get your house keys from you before they leave?” she pushed so you turned to face her with a sigh “Carolyn..You’ve worked here for close to two years. I told you a long time ago I will treat you well as my employee, I pay well and I try to be a good person but I also told you there’s some things I just don’t want constant questioning on ok?” She nodded in defeat “I know Y/N I’m just a little curious” You let a smile slip onto your face “Well why don’t we open up and see that today brings us, maybe that will feed your curiosity?”

So the coffee shop wasn’t no Harvell’s Roadhouse but you tried to have a place hunters could come if they needed help either in the form of backup, research or just a patch job. The few that Carolyn had seen leave with your house keys were ones such as the Winchesters, the Banes twins, Garth and any of the crew from Sioux falls that happened through. So far the closest call you’d had to her figuring out something wasn’t quite right was when Benny had blew through town needing a place to crash for a couple days and a restock on his blood supply. You had a friend that worked at the local blood bank that you’d pulled out of a bad situation a few years back so whenever you needed anything he was more than glad to help. The coffee shop paid your bills and gave your employees a steady income and you managed to have revenue even when you had to go on a hunt. 

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You had just stepped back into the kitchen when you heard Cheyenne calling your name so you stepped around the corner and smiled when you saw Sam and Dean standing at the counter. “Tall vanilla latte with an espresso shot for the big one and a tall black with cinnamon and a double espresso shot for bowlegs” you told her watching the way her eyes flicked back to them before she went to make their drinks. “Well to what do I owe the pleasure?” you asked after she was out of ear shot. Dean looked after her then turned back to you “We need a few things from your supply closet” before you could ask Cheyenne was back with their drinks.

After she sat them down you told her you were taking a fifteen minute break then nodded to the boys to follow you. You led them through the kitchen and out the back door. Once the three of you were all outside you asked “You two are hunting a witch?”  Dean nodded so you stepped back into the building with both of them on your heels.

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The supply closet as you called it was tucked into the corner of the basement. The Banes twins had helped you stock it and glamour it so if any of the employees who didn’t know the actual going ons happened across it to them it appeared as just empty space. You whispered the words to drop the glamour then unlocked it and opened it. You looked over your shoulder at the boys “What all do you need?” Dean smiled at you “Sweetheart you’re awesome” “Yeah yeah yeah. Caffeinate a man and give him some supplies and suddenly he’s in love” you muttered and Dean kissed your cheek before reaching in to grab a clip of the witch bullets “Naw sweetheart just you is good enough the caffeine and supplies are just a plus” you playfully swatted at him then held out a clip to Sam “You two be careful and if you’re close enough by afterwards come back through and I’ll have a six pack and some chinese food waiting” “We’ll hold you to it” Sam told you with a wink.

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A few days after Sam and Dean came by, you were working the counter when you heard your phone ringing from your office but luckily Vivian had just came on shift. You grabbed her shoulder as she walked past and whispered “That’s the fed line” she nodded then ran towards your office to grab the call before it stopped ringing.

There were of course special precautions you had to take with having some civilian employees and patrons. Under the heavy duty carpet just inside of the door was a devil’s trap. You’d gotten special bamboo rosaries so every pot could be made with holy water and you always made sure your hunter employees were on later shifts. You did what you could to look out for both sides.

You had just finished  handling a rush when you heard someone say “What’s up bitches” and a smile instantly came across your face before you ever looked up at the redhead “Hey Charlie! What are you doing through these parts?” then it hit you “Oh! There’s a convention one town over isn’t there?” she nodded then leaned a little closer to whisper “Fresh off a case was wondering if I could get a hot shower and some sleep?” you pulled your house keys out of your pocket and held them out “I’ll be there in a couple hours” She smiled “You’re a sweetheart!” and got a large chai tea before leaving. 

You watched her leave then turned to see Roxanne staring at you so you raised an eyebrow at the blonde “Yes Roxy?” “Just wondering..why a coffee shop? I mean there’s a lot you could do?” you shrugged “There’s two colleges within five miles. Three hospitals and several office buildings we make good and who would suspect?” She nodded “Good point besides Bobby had the salvage yard and Ellen had the roadhouse so stay with what you know right” you smiled “Exactly and did you just rank me in with Bobby and Ellen?” She grinned “Oh god you’re gonna get a big head aren’t you?” 

You shrugged “Maybe? I mean am I the new number one spot hunters hit in this area?” She rolled her eyes “As if you didn’t know Y/N. You have the best coffee along with baked goods, warm meals, medical supplies and hunting supplies. You’re frickin awesome” “Aww you loves me!” you laughed and moved to hug her but she ran around the corner “Oh hell no!” “Come here Roxanne!” you cackled sliding around the corner behind her.

@girl-next-door-writes

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[braveskyered]

Dames Special - Valentine’s

It is highly recommended that you read Knights before reading this, otherwise you may miss some context.

SPOILER WARNING!

This reveals heavy spoilers for Knights, if you have not read Knights up to Part 18 and onward, please turn away now. Otherwise, read at your own risk.

SPOILER WARNING!

-

“Ah… I’m sorry, Elaine. I know this isn’t the best, since I couldn’t get a reservation at the Adagio in time, but—"

Elaine held a finger over Arthur’s lips with a fond smile, “It’s perfect, my star.”

Seeing Arthur’s face turn red will be a sight Elaine will never get tired of seeing. Sure, maybe it is cheesy to decorate the kitchen table with a big red cloth and gold trim with a fancy vase full of red, white, and pink roses in the center, complete with takeout from an Italian restaurant, but it’s still wonderful all the same.

“Our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. I wouldn’t have this any other way. Now…” Elaine said as she pulled out a chair for Arthur, “Shall we?”

“Shouldn’t it be the man doing that for the lady?” Arthur asked in amusement as he sat down.

“Oh, hush. You know I never follow tradition.”

Once Elaine sat down in her own chair, the two started to eat. The food didn’t look the best, but it’s still delicious and she made sure to savor the taste for as long as she could. It didn’t matter to her where their meal took place, but the fact that she could enjoy it with her husband is all she wanted for this special day.

The sound of something metallic clattering against something hard reached her ears, causing her to look up to Arthur before glancing at the floor. Did Arthur drop his fork?

“Is everything all right, my star?”

“Y-Yeah,” Arthur nodded before standing up and kneeling down beneath the table, “Sorry. Butterfingers. I’ll get another fork.”

As Arthur went to the kitchen sink, Elaine left herself in deep thought. She wondered if Arthur had any past Valentines, or how he celebrated it back in his old hometown. She did recall Arthur saying that he had never loved anyone before he met her, but there was something about his tone in the few times he would talk about his past in Tempo. A longing, perhaps?

Well, it shouldn’t matter. He’s here with her now, and she will see to it that he will have the happiness he deserves. When Arthur came back to the table, they resumed eating their meal.

- - - - - - -

No matter what happens, no matter how much one wishes for it to be, time marches on. He isn’t sure how these bills are going to be paid off in time, or how he will be able to work as a chef again. His wife is able to somewhat manage, but he knew it’s only a matter of time until she can’t anymore.

His right arm ached, which made things worse, for he had lost it just two years ago.

…

“Joe, you need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry, Lokia.”

“Was everything okay at the restaurant?”

“We had a dinner rush for Valentine’s Day,” his wife said as she set tray of food down on the table next to the paperwork, “So we should be able to meet our sales goal.”

Joe sighed in relief. Some profit is finally coming in, which means being able to pay some of their bills and their few remaining employees. Their medical bills, however…

He isn’t sure who has it worse, him for the loss of his right arm, or his wife getting burns that has scarred her for life. The fact that they’ve both been injured at the same time made things more difficult. Joe had managed to finish his physical therapy and has gotten used to living with just one arm (his non-dominant arm, no less), but Lokia will eventually need to get more surgeries so she can regain some more movement in her hands and neck. It’s a miracle that Lokia can still work as a chef at all, even if it’s not at the pace she used to do.

Technically, Joe could’ve used the prosthetic that was given to him, but…

The arm, made from the blueprints that Arthur had left behind and mirrored by Lance, did do its job of giving Joe some degree of normalcy, but the general appearance of the prosthetic itself, and the fact that it would become too painful to wear after a while… Joe wondered if Arthur designed for the arm to be painful on purpose, to remind him of the time where everything went wrong. Or maybe it was unintended to be like that but didn’t bother to fix it until finding out what happened to Lewis, and then deliberately choosing not to do so as a way of self-punishment.

It sickened Joe to think that the last one is probably true. Either way, he couldn’t bring himself to wear it for too long despite Lokia’s occasional insistence. Lance had never even offered to build the arm in the first place. He just did it without anyone asking.

“Here,” Lance said gruffly as he slammed a long yet somewhat thin box on the table, “I did the best I could, but I know it’s not perfect.”

When pressed for details, the mechanic gave Joe and his family a glare of disgust.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I only did this because I know my boy would’ve done the same thing for you if you hadn’t forced him out of here. Whether or not you use it is up to you.”

Ever since that day, Lance refused to interact with the Pepper family outside of repairing their cars or the arm, and even then, he would just have any of his employees to do the talking. A part of him wondered if anyone at Kingsmen Mechanics would do a shoddy repair job on their cars on purpose, but after Lokia once accused Lance of doing such a thing, the mechanic all but told them to take their business elsewhere.

“Unlike you, I’m not petty enough to want someone dead. I prefer my customers being safe on the road. If any of my employees do anything outside of proper repair, they’re either written up or fired. I’m still replacing the brake pads on your van whether you like it or not, because it wouldn’t be good on our conscience if your daughters were to get hurt in an accident. But if you don’t want us to do anything, then all you have to do is say so.”

The words… hurt more than the Peppers care to admit.

“Joe?” He looked up upon seeing his wife right next to him, the smell of the food becoming too much to ignore, “Please. You need to eat. I cut the meat into bite-sized pieces.”

He let out a breath before pushing the papers he was looking over aside, giving Lokia the room she needed to push the dinner tray in front of him.

“I managed to get the last of the spray paint off our door, by the way,” Lokia said out of the blue, “I should be able to finish replacing the damaged parts of the gate by tomorrow.”

Joe hummed as he watched his wife leave. He really didn’t want to think about the vandalism that had been going on with both the Pepper Paradiso and the family home. If there’s one thing that parents should never go through, it’s outliving any of their children. They just managed to lay their son’s body to rest just two years after it had been found.

That should’ve been the end of it, yet…

“It’s all your fault!”

“I lost my family because of you!”

“Rotten Peppers with awful taste!”

The words that the townspeople had left for them, whether it’s yelled at them, painted, or worse, etched onto their property, left them plenty of reminders of their foolish mistake.

And it all happened because they blamed the wrong person for the loss of their son.

They were told that a demon had taken control of Arthur and used him to shove their son Lewis to his death, but they couldn’t help but think that Arthur was still at fault in a way. He should’ve resisted, fought back, but instead just… stood by while their son was killed. They knew it was irrational, but it was all they could do to cope with their grief. They didn’t know what to think of the ghost that their son had become and knowing that the ghost also held resentment for Arthur in the few times they’ve spoken to him (…it?) only fuel their own.

In the few times Arthur dared to interact with them, whether it was to pick up food Vivi ordered or the few times to see if anything needed fixing, Joe and Lokia made it clear that Arthur wasn’t welcome, lashing out whenever he showed up by himself. His daughters were too young to know what exactly happened to Lewis, but Belle and Cayenne learned to hate Arthur, too, while Paprika remained in her own little world wondering why her big brother isn’t home.

The young mechanic got the hint, and for a few months did he not appear before them.

Things finally came to a head when Arthur showed up suddenly on Paprika’s birthday, holding out a large paper bag bearing the Pepper Paradiso logo to them. When demanded on why Arthur came back, the mechanic said it was to fulfill a request Lewis had asked of him.

Arthur should’ve been the one that died instead of our son!

The slap that Lokia gave Arthur, the rock that Belle had thrown and hit the back of his head, the anger and humiliated sadness Joe felt as he stomped on the box, not caring what was inside of it upon hearing Paprika’s cries when Arthur tried presenting it to her. It was good riddance when Lokia literally threw Arthur out of their home before tossing out what the latter had brought without even looking at it.

Regret and shame would come back at them tenfold starting the very next day.

After coming home from school, Belle had found the tossed-out box at their front door with a note saying that it looks like it was thrown out by mistake, as it was a package in Lewis’s name.

“I got the Christmas present for Paprika,” Lewis told his parents when he was alive, “Arthur’s holding on to it for me.”

Arthur was in the hospital during the holidays. He may have even forgotten about it after all the trauma of losing an arm and friend had put him through. He had to have found it later and tried to make things right.

The shame the family felt didn’t stop ever since. They thought to apologize, but how could they face Arthur after what they did?

The hell that came after them less than a week later was even worse, and everyone in the town became tormented with nightmares. Eventually, the survivors of those lost to the nightmares started to lash out.

And it was all because of the Peppers wanting an innocent man gone and out of their lives.

- - - - - - -

“This has been a lovely dinner. Thank you, Arthur.”

“I’m glad it suited to your tastes.”

Elaine looked down at one of the side dishes on Arthur’s side of the table, “Oh, you didn’t like this?”

Arthur looked down at the small bowl still full of soup before shaking his head and smiled at her, “Not really, but if you want it, you’re more than welcome to it.”

For a moment, Elaine thought she saw a look of sadness in his eyes, but upon hearing him speak, she disregarded the thought and thanked him.

Arthur then proceeded to clean up the table while Elaine took the bowl and a spoon to finish the soup the former didn’t eat.

The zuppa toscana has just the right amount of spiciness. Elaine wondered if there’s a way Nana Niniane could get the recipe so the rest of their family could enjoy it.

But that’s for another day.

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[hippiebuckyharrington]

Yeah, It’s Me.

This is an almost very late birthday gift to my dear @negativenuggetz​. You deserve the world, and I hope you had a wonderful birthday! Thank you for being wonderful and always cheering me up. You deserve so much more than this, but I hope you like it!! (Mind the read more)

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5.  "Coffee." Steve muttered, and slid a mug toward where Billy was just staring out the tiny window in the kitchen of their apartment.

Billy smiled a little, wrapping his fingers around the warm mug. He took a grateful sip, and sighed a little. Steve always knows how to make the coffee exactly the way Billy likes it. He almost makes it better than Billy himself make it.

"You work today?" Steve asks. Billy nods. "Need a ride?"

Billy nods again. He doesn't really talk much since July a year ago. Doesn't have much to say anymore. Though that's not quite true. He's not sure he can ever explain how traumatic it was to speak in a voice that wasn't his.

"I've got work today, but I can drop you off, and then if you don't mind waiting about 45 minutes after you're done, I can pick you up again." Steve says, smiling happily. He slides some bacon and eggs over to Billy. Billy eats quietly, and Steve chatters away about something Billy doesn't listen to. He’s been distracted since last summer, and Steve never blames him for that.

Billy clears his plate, and wordlessly wanders into his room to change for work. He pulls his hair back as best he can, it's growing out since the summer, and Billy really likes its length now.

Steve is changed for work too by the time Billy is, his name tag affixed to the horrible grey shirt he has to wear at the Video Store. He's yawning and watching TV.

Billy wanders back into the kitchen to try and cobble together a lunch. He doesn't do very much of the shopping, his hours at the garage are long, and he's almost always exhausted when he gets home. Steve always shops for them. Billy always means to help more, but it never works out. He’s always so tired.

"Oh! Here." Steve calls, coming over and handing Billy a brown paper bag. Billy blinks.

"Lunch?" Steve says and shakes the bag a little at Billy.

Billy nods, and takes the sack from Steve.

"Ready to go?" Steve says, and at Billy's nod he grabs the keys and leads the way to the car.

The Camaro, Billy's first love, is still out of commission after the summer. He’d get it fixed, tow it to the garage and fix it when things are slow, but the car is collecting dust in the back drive of Cherry Lane. Billy can't get it. Much as he wants too. Neil’s got it held hostage. Steve gives him rides and seems all too happy to mother hen him but Billy misses his baby.

They pull up to the garage, and Steve smiles at Billy, bright and open. Billy's heart aches, how did Steve Harrington get so pretty.

"Have a good day! I'll be back at 7!" Steve chirps. Billy nods.

"Bye Harrington." He whispers.

Steve grins and pulls away from the curb once Billy gets out of the car. Billy clocks in and checks the list of cars, and the mechanics assigned to them.

"Hey there kiddo!" Bernie calls from the main garage.

"Good morning." Billy calls back. Bernie is Gary's wife, the two have been working at the garage for over 30 years.

Bernie chatters away all shift, but Billy doesn't mind. She talks about cars, and the people, and she doesn't care that Billy doesn't really answer.

"Your roommate drive you in?" She asks when they take their lunch break. Billy nods. He opens the paper bag and finds an apple, a sandwich, a candy bar, and a sticky note with a smiley face drawn on it. Billy rolls his eyes and starts in on the turkey sandwich.

"Roommate make the lunch too?" Bernie asks. Billy nods.

"You in love with him too, or is it just him?" Bernie asks. Billy chokes on his sandwich and gapes at her. She grins. "I ain't gonna tell anyone. I'm just askin."

"I…." He says. And then swallows thickly. "He's just… he likes taking care of people." Bernie grins.

"Sure, he does." Bernie says. "But I think yall love each other." She goes back to her cold pizza nonchalantly but Billy ignores her resolutely, desperately disputing what she's said in his head. It’s not true, Steve is straight.

He ignores her all afternoon, but when Steve's red Beemer pulls up, she wiggles her eyebrows at him and smirks. He blushes and scurries out to the waiting car.

"Hey!" Steve chirps when Billy climbs in. "How was your day?"

"Fine." Billy says, and can't help but watch Steve out of the corner of his eyes. Steve prattles on about some story at work.

Billy smiles at him a little and closes his eyes, listening to Steve complain about some annoying kid who apparently switched all the tapes and cases on the horror shelf, so he and Robin spent all shift sorting it out. It’s really nice, and Billy tries not to think about it too much.

4.  Billy is drunk. Quiet drunk. Quit Drunk. Qu... Qu... Very Drunk. Whatever. He's drunk, for the first time in a while. He fumbles with his keys for ages on the front step, mostly just dropping them and picking them back up over and over.

Heather had shown up a few hours ago, barging through the apartment door and demanding that Billy join her for a party in Roan. Billy hadn't quite had a reason to say no, so he went with her. It had been loud, and exhausting. But it’d also been good, he'd drank warm, flat beer, danced with Heather, and smoked a little. And Heather had stayed sober and driven him home, and watched him carefully to see if he needed anything at the party. He’d even flirted a little. (The guy did NOT look like Steve, shuddup Heath.)

She's sitting in her car by the curb to watch and make sure he gets inside the apartment ok. She’s mostly just laughing at his many failed attempts too hard to actually help him.

He eventually does, and stumbles inside. It's dark, and he squints around. He turns and fumbles with the door trying to close it. (His foot is in the way, which takes him way too long to figure out). A light clicks on in the hallway.

"Bills?" Steve's sleepy voice calls. "You home?"

"yeps!" Billy chirps. Steve laughs.

"How ya feelin?" Steve mumbles.

"Goooooods." Billy slurs. Steve laughs and motions Billy into the kitchen.

He pulls out some leftovers from his dinner, spaghetti and garlic bread, that he heats up and slides over to Billy. Billy tucks into the food and eats quietly, this time because he’s inebriated. Steve sits at the table, adorably sleepy, in old basketball shorts and a giant stretched out hoodie, that he's pulled over his hands. He smiles softly at Billy whenever Billy looks at him.

"Tell me about the party." Steve whispers.

"Itssss fine. Loud." Billy says.

Steve nods. "I believe it. I'm glad you went."

"You are?" Billy whispers.

"Yeah, you're looking more like your old self." Steve says. Billy is too drunk to piece that bit together, so he just finishes his food.

Steve sits there and watches him for a while, knee pulled up, cheek resting on it. Billy shoves the plate away. Steve stands up and clears the plate. He ruffles Billy's hair a little on the way to the sink. Billy sighs happily, and rests his forehead on the table.

"Stevie, I'm vary drunk. Berry Drunk. Very Drink. Drunk. Issss drinked." He mutters. Steve chuckles from behind him.

"Yes, I can tell." He says.

"I'm soooooooooo sleepy. Hey Pretty Boy! Can Isss ask you something?" Billy mumbles.

"Of course, what's up?"

"Do weeeee has ice scream? Frozen milk? You know? The sugar and the cold. You know?" Billy says and then sits bolt upright. "Stevie! Oh mys god, tell me we have icescream!!"

Steve laughs. "We always have ice cream Bills." He pulls out the tub and dishes it up, sliding it to Billy again. Billy grins and digs in. Steve rolls his eyes and goes back to the dishes.

Billy almost falls asleep into his ice cream, but he finishes it. He only drops the spoon four times and he even tries to clear the dish. It's just basically a lot of fumbling around and Steve takes the bowl from him, laughing.

"Come on, bed time." Steve says, tugging Billy toward the bedrooms.

They rented this tiny two-bedroom apartment above Melvald’s after the summer, as soon as he was released from the hospital. Billy couldn't bear to live with his dad anymore, and Steve's parents kicked him out when they found out that he hadn't gotten into college.

It's got two tiny bedrooms, and one bathroom. Their furniture is all mismatched, and Billy is sleeping on a mattress on the floor, but they are out from under parents that hated them.

Steve eases Billy down onto his bed, and helps him out of his boots.

"Stevie?"

"Yes Bills?"

"I'm tired." Steve laughs.

"I know, we're getting you to bed." Steve says. "You want your jeans off?"

"You jus' tryin tah get me nekkkkkkid." Billy slurs, doing that closed eye drunk squint thing.

Steve laughs. "Sure, that's what I'm trying to do." The sarcasm is lost on Billy, but he’s not really paying attention.

He hauls Billy up, and helps him undo his button and fly, then slide out of the jeans. (Billy had worn underwear to the party because he knew he wouldn’t be getting any.)

Steve has to basically shove him back onto the bed, and he pulls the covers over Billy.

"Goodnight Bills." Steve whispers, and combs his fingers through Billy's hair for a minute. Billy's eyelids droop.

He's asleep before Steve even leaves the room.

"So, this boy put you to bed?" Bernie creaks the next day, in her raspy voice.

"Yeah." Billy says.

"Fed you, took off your pants, shoes, and put you to bed?" She asks, one eye brow creeping up.

"Yeah?" Billy says, eating the sandwich Steve made him.

"Boy, that man loves you." Bernie says. Billy rolls his eyes.

"He does not, straight remember?"

"Sure, he is, you keep thinking that." Bernie says, getting up to greet a haggard looking man walking toward the garage.

3.  "Ok, so, I work all weekend, but the kids wanted to come over Saturday night, for movies. Dustin already gave me a list." Steve says, eyeing the notebook page where he'd scribbled his schedule. "I know they are a lot, but Max misses you."

"Ok." Billy says, and then slides the piece of paper with his schedule over to Steve.

They do this every two weeks, when they get their new schedules. Billy needs rides, he doesn't like the bus, and his coworkers can't pick him up often.  Bernie takes him home sometimes, but Steve doesn't mind helping.

"Holy crap, Billy! Why are you working like 10 hours on Saturday?!" Steve cries, gaping at Billy's schedule.

"Only time we could get the school buses in for detailing before school starts." Billy mumbles.

"It's Hawkins, there's like four school buses." Steve mutters.

"They take a while, and we have some other cars that need finishing." Billy says. Steve sighs.

"That sounds like hell. Well, I can take you to work, and pick you up if you want that day, Tuesdays and Wednesdays you'll need a ride home." Steve says. Billy nods and makes a note on his schedule to ask Bernie, or maybe Sam. Sam works at the garage too, but he's attending college a few towns over, so he can't work as often.

Steve moves on, puttering around the kitchen making a grocery list, and Billy drifts off to read on the couch.

The week passes like usual. Work is busy, but Billy loves getting a car running again. He also rarely deals with clients. People expect a certain amount of brusqueness from their mechanic, and they don't mind if he doesn't talk much as long as the cars run again.

Saturday morning, he and Steve get up bright and early. Steve gets ready for work, makes them both lunch and coffee. He takes Billy to his job, two hours before Steve has to be at his own.

The school buses are all nightmares, and even with Sam, Bernie, Gary, and Billy all working on one, it takes them nearly the whole shift to get them working again on the school’s budget. They also get two of the really nice cars in from Loch Nora, for oil changes, but their owners demand full inspections. By the time the shift is over, all of them are exhausted, sacked out around the break room, with the fans going full blast. They all have shoved their coveralls down to their waists, and everyone's under shirts are riding up.

"Are those from…" Sam asks. Billy glances down and sees the edges of his scars peeking out under his white tank. He blows out a slow breath.

"Ay! Sam! Fuckin' rude man!!!" Bernie snaps, her usually cheerful demeanor squashed by so many hours working.

Sam looks sheepish and goes back to standing in front of the fan.

The official public story is that Billy was caught in the mall fire rescuing El and the kids. He was badly burned and had to be in ICU of the hospital for three weeks.  That's all people know.

Billy self-consciously pulls down his tank and drops his head back to the couch.

"Billy?" Steve calls.

"We're in here hun!" Bernie calls. She's known Steve for years, her daughter used to babysit him when he was little.

"Hey Mrs. Hannan, Mr. Hannan." Steve says.

"You can call me Bernie; we've been over this honey." Bernie says. Steve rolls his eyes and nods. Gary nods at him, but doesn't say anything, he's exhausted.

"Ready to go Billy?" Steve asks. Billy nods and gets up, nodding to everyone.

"See you Monday Billy." Bernie calls. Billy nods again and follows Steve to the car. They are both quiet on the way home, Steve knows Billy is drop dead tired.

Once they get home, Billy nods at the kids piled all over the couch and heads to the shower. Max waves and settles back against Lucas.

Billy takes a long shower, trying to work all the grease out of his hair. He doesn't quite manage it, but he gives up when the water runs cold. He hops out of the shower, slinging the towel around his waist. He wipes off the mirror and stares. The scars have fades to pale pink right now, but they are raised and a little lumpy. He sighs, hating them. But the doctors said there was nothing they could do for them. He just has to live with them.

He pulls on a comfy shirt and flannel sleep pants. Billy steps out of the bathroom and tosses his work clothes toward the laundry pile in his room.

"Billy? Dinner's ready!" Steve calls.

Billy doesn't reply just heads to the kitchen. He stops short in the doorway. Steve is fighting back the kids from the piles of food on the table, armed with an apron and a spatula. One plate is piled with steamed broccoli covered in cheese, steaming still. Another is filled with crispy breaded fish, and there is a mountain of French fries next to it.

"I said wait! Billy gets to get food first!" Steve says, physically holding Dustin back.

"But I'm hungry!" Dustin whines.

"Tough shit, you guys are animals. Jesus." Steve says, and then grins at Billy.

"Hey! Come get food! These kids are gonna demolish this." Steve says, glaring at Lucas when he moves closer. El giggles.

Billy walks over and grabs one of their mismatched plates. He takes several pieces of fish, handfuls of fries, and a huge serving of broccoli. The second he clears the table, Steve sighs.

"Alright, go ahead you monsters." Steve says, and steps back as the kids swarm the table. Billy sinks onto the couch, and takes the cold beer Steve hands him. Billy takes a careful bite of the fish, and nearly groans at the taste.

"Is it good? I asked my aunt in Maine for the recipe, she used to live in Cali. Finding fresh Cod was a bitch. Is it good?" Steve asks softly. Billy nods.

"I love fish and chips, and broccoli." Billy says. Steve smiles.

"I know, I asked Max what your favorite food was. Your day was so crazy, I wanted to make you something good for ya." Steve say, and then leaps up to break up Mike and Dustin, who are fighting over the food.

Billy frowns at his food, but he's too tired to wonder why Steve went to all this trouble. He doesn't know where one would even buy fish in Hawkins, but it's the freshest he's had in a while. (Still not as fresh as Cali, but fresh for Indiana.)

He's so tired, and the food is perfect, so he shrugs it off and tucks in to his dinner. The kids all pile on the couch or floor with their plates and Steve puts in some alien movie that the kids watch raptly. Billy falls asleep half way through, with Max leaning against his side. Steve helps him to bed again, smiling softly.

Bernie cackles on Monday when Billy tells her about the dinner, and mutters at him about roommates and being in love. Billy wonders how life got to the point where his best friend is a fifty-year-old mechanic. Her and his roommate. Life is weird.

2.  Billy has come a long way in the months since the July 4th battle. He saw a therapist for a while, and still goes in every few weeks for check ins. He took his meds diligently, and was given a prescription for depression and anxiety, that he mostly doesn't take, it's for emergencies.

Billy probably should have taken one before bed. He'd been yelled at by a rich housewife, who thought he'd broken her car (he hadn't), then Sam had dropped an entire tool box, causing Billy to startle so bad he'd spilled hot coffee all down his front. That had immediately reminded his of constantly being scalding hot with the monster in his brain. Then he'd dropped a tool on his foot. To top it all off, he'd forgot to tell Steve that he worked later today, so Steve wasn't able to pick him up, and Billy had had to catch Hawkins’ only bus, which was crowded and awful. Billy was quiet all through dinner and had gone straight to bed after, falling into an exhausted sleep.

It hadn't been peaceful for long.

In the nightmare, Billy was walking through the mall, begging the Mind Flayer not to do it, to find someone else. It had whispered in its horrible voice, that Billy was the best choice, and together they would create perfection. Billy was so tired, and couldn't fight. Couldn't fight as it killed the kids, one by one, Max last. He'd screamed, begged her to run, but she hadn't, couldn’t. But then the mind flayer dragged Steve, bruised and bloody, forward. Billy had screamed and fought, begging not to kill Steve. The mind flayer hadn't cared, and had bent to kill him.

Billy sat bolt upright with a scream, clawing at the shirt plastered to his chest with sweat. The light in the hallway clicked on, and the door banged open as Steve rushed in. Billy jumped and pressed himself into the corner, staring in horror at Steve.

"Billy, it's me, you're safe." Steve whispers, crouching near the bed.

"Steve…." Billy breathes.

"It was just a nightmare, you're ok." Steve says. He gets up quickly, turning on the floor lamp in the corner, and disappears into the hall. He comes back a few seconds later with a glass of water. He sets it near Billy, but doesn't hand it to him. Billy would be grateful if he had any thoughts to spare.

He chugs the water, and the looks at Steve for a long moment.

"You ok?" Steve whispers.

Billy takes a deep breath. "Mind flayer is gone right?" Billy whispers. Steve nods.

"Yep, we killed it, don't worry. We got it." Steve whispers. Billy nods.

"It was just a nightmare, I promise, you're safe." Steve says again.

"Don't think I can sleep anymore." Billy whispers a few minutes later. Steve frowns, checking the clock, proudly displaying one am.

"You need to sleep Bills." Steve whispers.

"Can't. Nightmares travel in packs." Billy mutters. Steve laughs.

"What if I stay?" Steve whispers.

Billy levels him with a look. "I'll sleep on the floor, but sometimes having someone nearby can really help." Steve whispers. Billy sighs.

"If you need to." He whispers.

Steve smiles, and gets up. He leaves the hall light on, and then turns out the light in Billy's room. Billy lies down, and wordlessly lifts the covers to let Steve in. Steve slides beneath the covers and sighs. "Not a word Harrington." Billy grumbles. Steve chuckles lowly.

"Wasn't gonna tell a soul, but we've been living together for too long for you to call me Harrington again." Steve mutters.

Billy just grunts. "Go to sleep Bills."

"You sleep, Stevie." Billy mutters.

They both lie there for a while, and Billy's head spins. Steve is here, in his bed, breathing softly. Which brings up the whole mess Billy has been ignoring for too long: that he's utterly gone on Steve Harrington. Has been since first seeing him a year ago on the basketball court, all sweaty and flustered.

And it's only gotten worse since moving in together.

Although, its mellowed slightly. In high school, Billy wanted to fuck Steve's brains out, or maybe have Steve fuck his brains out. Either way, Billy only really wanted to have sex with Steve. But since the mind flayer, and almost dying, and then moving in with Steve, the feelings have mellowed.

It's more focused on Steve himself. Billy wants a life together, to share a bed with Steve, to hold him, to be held by him at night. To sit next to him on the couch and lean into him, because he's exhausted. To hold his hand on the car ride home, to kiss him quick when he gets home. To go out with Robin and Heather to restaurants, so that they can go on dates. He wants the freedom to roll over right now and throw his arms over Steve, snuggling closer.

"You ok, Billy?" Steve whispers.

"I thought you were asleep pretty boy." Billy mutters.

"Nope." Steve says, popping the p. Billy rolls his eyes. Steve chuckles.

"I practically felt you roll your eyes." Steve sasses. Billy chuckles a little. They lapse into silence again.

"I'm not gonna bite ya, Bills." Steve mumbles.

"I know." Billy whispers. Steve shifts around until he's lying on his side facing Billy.

"Go to sleep, you look exhausted." Steve whispers.

"Thanks, Steve." Billy snarks. Steve laughs.

"Fine, I'm exhausted. So quit thinking and go to bed." Steve snaps. Billy laughs, and takes a deep breath. Steve's eyes have dropped closed, fluffy hair flopped around the pillow, and long lashes dusting his cheeks. Billy takes a slow breath, trying to match the rhythm of Steve’s.

His eyes drop closed, and before he knows it, he's asleep.

Billy wakes up to Steve's alarm blaring in the other room, snuggled into Steve's arms.

"I can feel you overthinking, already." Steve mutters. "Give me a minute, I didn't want to get up and wake you." Steve squeezes Billy tight for a moment.

Then he gets up and goes running into his room to dress for work. Billy sits alone in his room, trying desperately to find his footing again.

Steve doesn't bring it up at breakfast though, or for the rest of the day, so Billy grudgingly leaves it alone.

1.  Billy sort of falls into a downward spiral after that night. He withdrew more into himself over the next weeks, and is quiet at work, home, and everywhere in between. He had nightmares every night. And every night Steve slipped into his bed and held him. Billy pretended it didn't mean anything, but he clung to Steve.

"You don't have to talk about it." Steve whispered one night, running his fingers through Billy's hair. "But I'm here if you want to."

Billy nodded a little, and pressed closer, letting himself have this comfort, as much as he could.

"I'm scared." Billy confessed, a little while later. Steve was quiet, but Billy could tell he was listening. "I'm scared it'll come back, and that it'll make me hurt you and the kids."

"Oh Bills." Steve says, pulling Billy closer. "It's gone we got it, killed it, closed the gate. And even if it came back, we'd stop it again." Steve pulls back a little and looks Billy dead in the eye. "I will always come to find you, always. I promise." Only Steve can look this serious at butt fuck o’clock in the morning, talking Billy down from nightmares. Billy sighs and snuggles closer.

"I'm gonna hold you to that Harrington."

"You got it Hargrove."

They curl around each other and fall asleep like that.

Eventually Steve just starts going to bed in Billy's bed, which finally stops the nightmares.

Billy feels like maybe it's something they should talk about, something they should address. But Steve doesn't bring it up, just continues to live his life like normal, so Billy does as well.

But every morning he wakes up in Steve's arms, it's hard to remember that they aren't together like that. And that Steve is straight.

As October wears on, it's hard to remember that they haven't always done this. Billy tries really hard not to think about it, but it's almost constantly on his mind.

"You ok?" Bernie asks on their lunch break. Billy just grunts. "That aint an answer."

Billy sighs, and mumbles an answer under his breath.

"Didn't quite catch that hun." Bernie says, far too chipper.

"’M in love with my roommate." Billy mutters, and pauses, holding his breath. He can feel his heart pounding. Coming out in the past has not gone great for him.

Bernie whoops and thumps his shoulder. "Damn right you are!!" Billy raises an eyebrow at her. People in California were a little more liberal with this, they didn't care much. (In some neighborhoods they did, but in most they didn't). But this is a small-town Indiana: they aren't the most openminded people.

But Bernie is smiling so big, Billy's a little worried she's gonna hurt herself.

"So, you two handsome young men together yet or what?" Bernie asks. Billy rolls his eyes.

"Gross Bernie. He's straight remember?" Billy says. Bernie rolls her eyes.

"Please, I've seen the way he watches you, he's not straight."

"Creepy Bern." Billy says. Bernie grins and bumps their shoulders together.

"I think he's in love with you, that's all I'm saying." Bernie says.

They sit in silence for a while, Bernie munching on her pretzels, Billy eating his apple and mulling that over.

"Bernie?" Billy asks.

"Yes, Honey?" She says immediately. Billy is struck by how much she's like a mom to him, and how much he appreciates it.

"You don't mind that I'm…." Billy trails off.

"Oh honey, of course not. My daughter, you remember Shawna?" She asks. Billy has met Shawna like one time, she lives in Seattle. Billy isn't sure what she does. "Shawna lives with her girlfriend in Seattle. Shawna is a lawyer out there, and Christina is a teacher." Bernie sighs a little. "They have to pretend to be roommates, but me and Gary know that they are together. I love her with my whole heart, no matter who she loves."

Billy blinks a few times and accepts the hug Bernie pulls him into.

"You're wonderful, don't let anyone tell you different." She murmurs and then releases him and gets back to work.

Billy thinks about it all day, and on the entire bus ride home. It’s funny how casually Bernie said something that he’s gonna think about for the rest of his life.

He unlocks the door at home and steps in to see Robin and Heather curled together on the couch, and Steve sitting in the sagging armchair.

"Hey Bills, how was work?" Steve asks. Heather and Robin twist around and grin at him.

"Fine. Hi Heath, Buckley, what are you all doing here?" Billy mumbles.

"Steve asked us over for movies." Robin says.

"Yeah, I wanted to be around their gross happiness." Steve snarks.

"Gross happiness?" Billy asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"I asked her out like a month ago, and she said yes. Which you'd know if you hung out with me anymore." Heather snarks. Billy grins at them.

"Sorry, work." He says, and goes to shower.

When he gets out, the others have ordered pizza and are gathered around the coffee table. They don't hear Billy coming back down the hall way.

"Come on Steve, just tell him. Yall already sleep in the same damn bed, I think he's there." Robin says. Heather nods.

"You are the only person he trusts; I swear, I think he's into you too." Heather says, shoving pizza in her face.

Billy backs up and deliberately steps on the trick board in the hall way.

By the time he rounds the corner, Steve has a plate of pizza ready for him. Billy sits down and smiles at him.

"You've got some grease in your hair, Bills." Steve says, reaching out to comb it out with his fingers. It's a little stuck in there, but Steve gets it eventually. Billy is helpless to do anything but stare at Steve the whole time.

He blushes a little when Steve finally looks away. Robin and Heather shoot Steve meaningful looks, and everyone turns back to their pizza.

After their meal, Robin puts on the Breakfast Club, and curls up with Heather on the couch. Steve settles back in his chair, Billy leaning against it. Steve reaches down and gently kneads the sore muscles of Billy's shoulder, without being asked.

Billy tries very hard to forget what he heard. But his mind whirs the entire time, wondering if Bernie was right. And what Heather and Robin possibly meant by what they said.

+1.  Billy wakes up at eleven on his day off to some moron honking out in the parking lot behind Melvald’s. Billy's window faces the parking lot, and the honking literally will not stop. Billy groans and glances over at the other side of the bed. It's empty, which is odd, because he always wakes up to Steve. He frowns and stands up, the hoking continuing behind him. He turns to peer out the window, ready to flip off whoever is honking. His jaw drops when he sees what's outside.

Billy grabs his boots and puts them on while trying to run to the door. He falls a few times and barely makes it down the stairs without dying. But he stops short on the gravel of the parking lot and gapes at the car sitting there. Steve climbs out of the driver’s side and Max jumps out of the passenger seat, both grinning.

"Holy shit." He whispers. Steve's smile stretches a little wider.

"Surprise!" Steve cries, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Billy is speechless, gaping at the car.

Max apparently can't keep quiet anymore, she's practically vibrating with excitement. "We got it back from Neil, for your birthday!!! I had Mrs. Hannan at the garage fix it up during your off days, or the days you wouldn't notice. It runs like new and Neil gave me the keys." Max cries. Billy really thinks he might cry.

"You got my Camaro back." He whispers. Steve nods.

"It was all Max really. I was telling her that I wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday. She suggested getting the car back." Steve says.

"How?" Billy whispers.

Max sighs a little bit, and smiles. "I just kept bringing it up that it was taking up space every day for a while." She smirks. "He hates clutter, you know that. So, one day he was standing there glaring at it, so I said maybe Steve wanted it."

Steve jumps in. "I drove over there and bought the car. Max and I drove it to the garage and talked to Mrs. Hannan. She promised to fix it. It was done yesterday, but I wanted to wait until today." Steve says. He tosses Billy the keys, and Billy smoothly catches them. He just stares transfixed at the car.

"She's here." He whispers. Steve and Max crack up.

Max runs over and hugs him hard. "Happy Birthday, Billy. I love you." She says in a whisper.

"I love you too." Billy says. "Thank you."

"Of course, you earned it." Max says.

"I forgot it's my birthday." He whispers. Max laughs.

"It's ok, you've been working so much.” She doesn’t say that he’s been through a lot, but they all know it.  “But Steve remembered, and I did, so don't worry."

Billy hugs her again, and walks up to the car, trailing finger tips on her hood.

"I'm gonna take Max back to the Wheelers’ house. Go driving, I know you want to." Steve says, grinning, and jumps back into his own car. Billy wonders briefly if he caught the bus to the garage or something to pick up the Camaro.

Billy slides into the car and can't keep the smile off his face as he peels out of the lot. He whoops and goes flying down the dirt roads near Hawkins like he used to.

He had worried that being back in the car would bring up bad memories, but it doesn't. It's just freedom, and wonderful.

He drives for an hour and a half before he goes back home. He's exhilarated when he gets back, and baking the car into a spot next to Steve’s makes his smile stretch.

He's still grinning when he walks back inside. Steve is sitting on the couch and grins back.

"Good to have the Camaro back?" Steve asks. Billy nods.

"Hell yeah. Thank you, Stevie."  Billy says.

Steve just beams, and then turns back to the TV. Billy hangs his keys up on the other hook by the door, and settles on the couch to watch too.

Steve gets up later to figure out dinner, and Billy goes to his room to grab his book. He doesn’t mind a lowkey birthday, because just him and Steve is perfect. There’s a wrapped package sitting on his pillow.

Billy goes to open it, but stops and opens the card.

Bills, I know I got ya the Camaro back, but I thought you should have this too, cause it’s your birthday.

Love, Steve

Billy gapes at the card. Then it all sorta slots into place. All the little things Steve does for him. The rides, the lunches with sticky notes with silly doodles, the dinners made painstakingly from scratch, the casual touches and the way Steve mother hens him always. They are sleeping in the same bed for god’s sake!

Steve got his car back, from Neil who surely didn’t offer a fair price. Billy rips open the package and swallows when he finds a new Stephen King novel, and several new pairs of earrings. A dangling spike like the one he lost last July, a skull post earring set, and two sets of silver hoops with thin dangly knives and feathers respectively.

Billy swallows and dashes out to the kitchen, where Steve is comparing two take out menus.

“Hey Bills, you want Chinese or Thai?” Steve says.

“You love me.” Billy whispers, still in shock.

Steve sighs and sets the menus down. “Listen, I don’t need anything more, I’m so happy with what we’ve got now, like seriously, so happy. I totally get it if you aren’t into me, it’s all good. I’m fine, I just want you to be happy.”

“You’re straight?” Billy mumbles.

“No? I’m bi. I like both? I came out to you when we moved in?” Steve says. Billy believes him, but he hardly remembers that.

“Oh.” He says. Steve frowns.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to feel any pressure, I can move back to my own bed.” Steve mutters.

“I kinda thought we’d move to your room. Your bed is better.” Billy says, that old snark making an appearance. Steve’s head snaps up.

“What?” He says. Billy crosses over to him and grabs the front of his shirt.

“I’m in love with you too.” Billy whispers. Steve’s eyes widened.

“It’s you, and I can’t believe it took me almost a year of living with you to see it, but we have spent too long apart.” Billy whispers. They both sway toward each other, mouths meeting in the middle. Steve’s arms wrap around him, and Billy holds on tight.

“I love you.” Steve says, breathless.

“I love you too.” Billy replies, and holds one tight. They don’t need any more words.

The transition from roommates to boyfriends is seamless. They do move into Steve’s room, and turn Billy’s old one into a guest room. The sex is great, when they eventually get there. Being openly loved by Steve doesn’t magically solve Billy’s body issues, but Steve is patient, loving, and wonderful.

The kids are all disgusted and simultaneously glad. Robin and Heather apparently have been betting on how long it would take them to get together. (Heather made 20 bucks.) Bernie whoops so loud when Billy tells her, that Gary comes running down from the upstairs office to make sure nothing bad has happened.

She crushes him into a hug and Billy holds on just as tight. “You deserve this, every moment of it! You deserve the world and that boy is gonna give it to you.” She cries. Billy laughs, and when Steve picks him up, Bernie wolf whistles until Steve kisses him, right there in the garage.

#Harringrove #HAPPY BIRTHDAY #roommates #pining #5+1 things

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Thirteen - Falling

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Aria comes back home to deal with the backlash of her relationship with her lover, JJ becomes interested in finding someone, and Aria scares the Pogues. 

Warnings: Kissing, cursing, blood, fainting, hospitals and Sarah Cameron being a savage.

A/N: Not much for this one. Looking forward to the next part. (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own any of the characters or the show.)

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

Miami has its perks, but nothing beats being back home in the outer banks. We’ve been back for several days now, hanging out, going to school, the usual. I wish spring break could last forever. Coming back to school was not something anyone was looking forward to. Thankfully, it was the last period of the day. I can’t wait to get out of this uniform and school. Ever since people found out about my relationship with JJ, people have been talking about me. Sometimes someone will mutter ‘pogue slut’ when they’re passing by me in the halls. I can really give less than two shits about what other people think, but it’s still pretty annoying. I’m just thankful I have Kiara, Sarah and Charis with me.

“So, Aria is it true?” An annoying voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I huff before looking up at Courtney, my classmate and unfortunately Samantha’s sister. She also used to live in Chapel Hill, then she moved to figure eight, like me. We used to be friends back in middle school, until I broke things off with her, due to her bullying others. I refused to be associated with a bully.

“Is what true Courtney?” I asked uninterested. “Is it true that you’re going out with JJ Maybank?” The question wanted to make me scream out of frustration. “Yes, why do care?” “Well, I was just curious, is he like your boyfriend or just a booty call?” I rolled my eyes at the question. “I’ve heard from a lot of tourons that he’s great in bed. Is that true?” Fuck yea it is. She asked with a devilish smile printed on her face. That’s when Sarah stepped in.

“Gee Courtney, you’re always into everyone’s business. Just like your boyfriend is into all the freshman girls’ skirts because he just can’t seem to get it up when he’s with you.” Que the scene from ‘Friday’ when they say DAMN! Courtney stomps away while glaring at the two of us. “Fucking bitch.” Sarah mutters. “Calm down Boo. Her words mean nothing to me. She’s just trying to get under my skin. It’s not worth the fight.” I chuckle, trying to calm her down. “I don’t care. No one talks to my splinter bean like that.” She boops my nose. “You’re adorable. You still coming to the chateau later on today?” I asked. We can’t really hangout together, due to the feud between our families. Everyone has been talking about it on the island. The two most powerful and richest families on the island fighting, all because of Rafe Cameron. Of course, Sarah and I didn’t let this affect our friendship. We’re still two peas in a pod, like always.

“Yep. Kiara and I are planning on volunteering at the turtle exhibit before we head over there. You want to tag along?” She offered. “I’d love to, but I’m helping JJ study for his test.” Lately, I’ve been tutoring JJ and making sure he’s going to school. I want to make sure he graduates, plus I don’t want him getting in more trouble with his dad. So far, it’s paying off. His grades have gone up and he’ll be walking for graduation.

“Studying or fucking?” Sarah smirks mischievously. “Studying! Get your head out of the gutter!” The two of us laugh together as we walk outside, where JJ and his bike are parked. I peck his lips, despite receiving disgusted glares. “I’ll catch up with you two later. Have fun ‘studying’.” She winks, making us laugh. “How was your day?” He asked. I answered by kissing him sweetly. “Does that answer your question?” He licks his lips. “Don’t know. Might have to try again.” He says before planting another one on me. I can feel the burning gazes of my peers on us. “Jay, people are staring.” I giggle. “Let em. They need to know not to mess with my girl. C’mon.” He puts on my helmet before I hop on his back. The engine roars to life, only gaining more attention from my classmates. JJ notices and decides to flip them off before yelling, “Later losers!” I giggle as we drive off towards the cut.

The two of us sit and munch on our food as we continue to study at The Wreck. It’s pretty cute watching JJ do his homework. He always has his eyebrows knitted and his eyes are so concentrated. His blonde hair occasionally falls in front of his eyes. “You’re staring again baby.” He smirks. “I can’t help it. You’re just so handsome.” I play with the loose strand of his hair, making him blush. “Awe, am I making you blush?” I tease. “I don’t blush.” He denies with a playful serious face. “Yeah sure, let’s see your work.” I take the paper into my hands scanning the answers.

“Hey babe guess what.” He starts. “Oh, dear god. What is it?” I joked earning an eye roll from him. “So, you know that broken-down Chevy Camaro I have?” He asked. “Yeah, what about it?” I asked, while continuing to check his paper. “I’ve saved enough money to fix it up completely. John B and I even towed it to the chateau, since my dad wants nothing to do with it. Now, all I need to do is fix it up.” I look up, my eyes are filled with excitement. “Babe, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! You can finally have your own car!” He smiles cheek to cheek. “I know, but I don’t know if I want to spend the money on it.” This makes my smile falter a bit.

“What do you mean? You’ve been talking about fixing it up forever. It’s always been your dream car. You’ve been saving up to fix it since freshman year.” He just sighs. “I know, but I think I want to spend the money on something else.” He says. “Like what?” He stays silent for a moment. “I think I want to hire someone to find my mom.” He speaks softly. His words take me by surprise for a moment. “I thought about what you said about your dad hiring someone to find your sister. I thought maybe I could hire someone like that to find my mom. I know it’s stupid.” He fiddles with his pencil; I quickly take his hand in mine. “It’s not stupid to want to find out what happened to your mom. I think it’s a great idea to hire someone to find her. Hell, I’ll pay for the private investigator.” I suggest.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that.” He immediately protests. “You don’t have to. JJ, I want to do this. You deserve to know. Plus, I’d love to meet the woman who gifted me with such an amazing boyfriend.” This seems to make him crack a smile, but only for a second. “But what if she doesn’t want to see me?” His question broke my heart. “It’s worth a shot. The worst that can happen is that she doesn’t want to see you, which I doubt will happen. Based on everything you told me about her, she really loves you.” I try to reassure him. “If she really loves me, then why did she leave?” He mutters. I just sigh. “Some people make terrible mistakes. But that doesn’t mean they can’t learn from them. Maybe you can give her the chance to redeem herself.” He just sighs. “I still can’t ask you to pay for a P.I., they’re expensive, aren’t they?” He asked. “Yeah, but in the end it’ll be worth it. Please let me do this for you JJ. That way you can use the money to fix the car and see your mom. Trust me, it’ll all be worth it in the end. I love you, so let me do this for you.” I plead.

“Fine. At least let me pay for the meal this time though.” He gives in. “Deal! Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Maybank.” I say in a stern voice, earning a chuckle from him. “Come on silly goose. The Pogues are probably waiting for us. I don’t need them scolding us for being late.” He pays the bill in cash before walking me out and onto the bike.

We reach the chateau, where we see everyone hanging out on the porch. When we reach them, I notice that they’re looking through these photos. “What are you guys up to?” I asked curiously. “Just looking at some adorable pictures of us when we were kids. Look at the boys.” Kie lifts up a picture of younger Pope, JJ and John B at the beach. “Aw! You guys look so cute!” I exclaim holding the picture. “What can I say, I’ve always been quite the eye candy.” JJ smirks, earning a glare from me. “So, how did you guys meet?” I point between the boys. The three of them share a laugh. John B speaks up. “JJ and I met in the third grade. This kleptomaniac here stole one of my toy cars, so I chased him all over the cut until I finally caught him. This dumbass had climbed to the top of this tree and couldn’t get down, cause his foot was stuck. I offered to help him down, only if he’d give me back the car. He said yes and we’ve been best friends ever since. Pope here, we met him in the sixth grade. JJ would always cheat off of Pope, which always made the poor boy mad. Then one day at lunch, these eighth graders had ganged up on him. We noticed and started a food fight to help Pope. The three of us got detention. The rest I history.” John B and the boys smile at the fond memories.

“That’s cute.” I chuckle. Part of me wishes I got to know them when I was younger. I guess they’ve always been troublemakers. They’re pretty close knitted, making their bond unbreakable. “Alright guys. Are we fishing or what?” Asked JJ. As we make our way to the HMS Pogue, I start to feel slightly dizzy. “You good babe?” JJ asked concerned. “Yeah, my head just hurts a little. Probably dehydrated.” I shrug my shoulders, not thinking anything of it. “Here, have some water.” He hands me one out of the cooler. “You’re starting to sound like my mom.” I chuckle. “Hey, I like your mom. She’s pretty cool. Always makes lunch when for Pope and I when we deliver groceries. Tips me nicely too. Wish all kooks were like that.” JJ smiles to himself. “Damn, I need to start delivering groceries to your house.” Says John B. “You should man. She always has lunch packed for us on standby. She makes the best sandwiches. Usually she’ll have some strawberries, carrots and chips on the side. Sometimes, she’ll put a cookie in there too.” JJ rambles on about my mom. “She likes you to you know? She thinks you’re pretty handsome.” I mock my mom. “What can I say? Moms love me.” He smiles cheek to the cheek, making me roll my eyes.

So far, we were all having fun on the boat laughing, talking, etc. Everything was going perfectly normal until my headache started getting worse and worse. I continue to down my water, thinking I’m still dehydrated. Perhaps I’m just stressed from school? It doesn’t explain the sweating though. It was only a nice seventy degrees out, with a beautiful breeze, and I was just wearing a swimsuit. We stopped for a moment to take a dip in the water. It still didn’t help however. My head was still pounding and I was still sweating afterwards.

“Aria!” The sound of Pope’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Huh?” I look over at the Pogues who looked at me with concerning faces. “I was asking if you were okay. You look a little pale.” He pointed out. Great. “Yeah I’m fine. Just dehydrated. I’ll grab another water.” I shake it off, thinking it was nothing. I was wrong though. I shouldn’t have thought it was nothing. The second I got up, I started to notice these peculiar spots in front of my eyes. I also couldn’t help but notice my shortness of breath as I made my way to the cooler. I had to stop walking for a moment just to catch my breath. “You alright babe?” JJ’s voice sounded faint. My vision began to go blurry as I stared at the water. “JJ, I don’t feel good. I think there’s something…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before my vision goes completely dark and my body goes light.

Her body shuts down and falls to the ground. Her head thumps hard against the surface. The Pogues jump and gasp when they see their dear friend collapse. “Aria!” JJ shouts, rushing towards her unresponsive body. John B doesn’t think twice before racing the HMS Pogue back towards the chateau. “Aria! Baby! Hey! Wake up!” She doesn’t respond to his frantic yelling. That’s when he notices the blood on his hand coming from the gaping wound on her hand. “Oh shit! Fuck! Guys she’s bleeding!” JJ can feel the panic and fear finally setting in. His heart beating a thousand times faster.

Sarah comes running with a clean cloth and first aid kit in hand. Tears settle in her eyes and her hands shake as she applies it to the cut. “Okay. Okay. She gonna need stitches. We need to get her to the hospital. John B faster!” That’s what she said. Sorry. JB goes races through the marsh. “What the hell happened?” Kie asked. “I don’t know! She’s was fine all day until we got on the boat!” JJ exclaimed. The Pogues near the chateau. “John B! Help me get her to the van!” JJ demands. The two boys grab a hold of her body and carry her to the van. Kie jumps into the driver seat, with Pope in the front, and Sarah opens the side door. Once everyone is situated, Kie hits the gas, making her way to the hospital.

“Just hang on baby. We’ll be there soon I promise.” JJ’s voice and hands shook. The minutes felt agonizingly long as they raced to the hospital. A sigh of relief leaves the group of teenagers lips, when they finally reach their destination. The boys quickly grab a hold of Aria rushing her into the ER. Their desperate pleads can be heard throughout the ER, gaining everyone’s attention. A familiar face spots the two boys carrying the limp girl.

“Aria!” Elaine yelps and makes her way towards them, a gurney following behind. “What happened?!” She asked frantically as her daughter was placed on the journey and rushed through the halls. “We were hanging out, then all of the sudden she fainted and hit her head.” JJ explained, following them, until he was cut off by a few doctors. “You’ll have to wait out here son.” “No! That’s my girlfriend in there! I can’t leave her!” JJ ignores their orders, tears welling in his eyes. John B grabs a hold of his close friend. “JJ! She’s in good hands. She’s with her mom. She’ll be okay. I promise. Just breathe man.” JJ listens to his friend, finally catching his breath, yet he couldn’t help but worry over the love of his life as he stood there without her.

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x oc #obx netflix #obx fanfiction #into you

[petersasteria]

Can’t Go Back (2) - H. Osterfield

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Summary: Harrison is getting married to a different girl and Tom isn’t happy about it.

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Requested? Nah my dudes

Italicized words are flashbacks

Masterlist / 1 / 2

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Tom finds himself walking around the halls of the busy hospital in hopes to find the only person he wants to see, Y/N. He doesn’t care about the weird glances people have been giving him. All he wants to do is find her.

“She could be in one of the rooms, you fucking div.” Tom tells himself, shaking his head in frustration. He turns to a corner and bumps into someone causing them to drop their clipboard.

Tom immediately picks it up and says, “I’m so sor-” He looks up and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/N is standing right in front of him.

‘Wow’, he thinks.

Y/N is standing in front of him looking beautiful as ever. He hasn’t seen her for such a long time. After she and Harrison broke up, she cut all contact with them. It hurt everyone, but it hurt Tom the most, because they’ve known each other before all of Tom’s fame skyrocketed.

“Hey, stranger.” Y/N says softly with a small smile on her face. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

‘Hey, stranger’ is and always will be Tom and Y/N’s thing. It all started when they were 12 years old.

Y/N and her family just moved in the neighborhood. Y/N’s the youngest in the family. Two of her older siblings are at university, her father owns a law firm, and her mother is a businesswoman. It’s safe to say that Y/N comes from a very wealthy family.

One day when Y/N was playing on their backyard when a ball comes flying over the fence. The ball knocks over a plant, interrupting little Y/N’s painting session.

“Dammit!” a boy’s voice says. Y/N turns to where the voice came from and sees a boy about her age looking over at her backyard.

“Hey, stranger!” the boy shouts. “Would you mind getting that ball for me, please?”

“You knocked over my plant!” Y/N frowns. “Clean it up and I’ll give you back your ball.”

“What if I don’t want to?” the boy smirks.

“Then you won’t get your ball back.” Y/N crosses her arms with a sly smile on her face. The boy sighs and finally agrees. He climbs over the fence, leaving Y/N shocked. She’s never met anyone who could climb over a fence like that.

The boy walks over to where the plant is and picks up the broken pieces of the pot that used to hold the plant. The plant that used to be in the pot is now scattered on the grass.

“Well don’t just stand there, stranger. Get something that could hold your plant, because the pot is broken.” the boy says, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Oh, right!” Y/N says before running inside her house to find something to put the plant in. She comes back after a few seconds with a small paper bag in her hand. She hands it to the boy, whose name she didn’t know yet. To be fair, he didn’t know her either.

“Really? A paper bag?” the boy scoffs.

“Yeah. It used to hold one donut from Krispy Kreme.” she says honestly. The boy shakes his head and puts the plant inside it.

“There, I fixed the mess. Now,” the boy stands up and looks at her, “may I PLEASE have my ball back?”

“Yes, you may.” Y/N went to where the ball was, picked it up, walked back to the boy, and handed it to him.

The boy thanked her before throwing the ball back over the fence and climbing over it.

Y/N didn’t see the boy again until she went to school. Turns out, they have the same classes and soon became best friends. They finally learned each other’s names and they’ve been best friends ever since.

“I missed you, stranger.” Tom smiles, pulling his best friend into a hug. Y/N returned the hug and they stayed like that for a minute. They pulled away at the same time and Tom asks, “Are you free right now?”

Y/N smiles and nods, “You’re just on time, actually. I’m on break.”

*

“So, how’s everyone?” Y/N asks, taking a bite of her food.

“Harry’s doing well in photography and he’s always with me, dad has a new book, mum is out of town with Paddy, Sam is still the same, and Tessa is well.” Tom answers.

Y/N nods and asks, “How about Haz? How is he?”

“He’s, uh, he’s getting married.” Tom bites his lip.

“Oh. Really? That’s good! Good for him.” Y/N smiles. “Why do you look so against it, though?”

“I don’t like her for him, okay?? It’s why I came to see you. Maybe you could stop the wedding, so you and Haz can get back together! It’ll be the perfect plan! He’s going to realize that he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with Betty as soon as he sees you! Then, he’ll call off the wedding and...” Tom rambles excitedly.

“Tom,” Y/N interrupts, but Tom just rambles.

“You guys will be together again! That’ll be exciting!”

“Tom.”

“Then everyone can hang out again without feeling awkward and stuff and-”

“TOM, I’M ENGAGED TOO.” Y/N says loud enough for Tom to hear and loud enough for him to stop rambling.

“W-What? Are you messing with me right now?” Tom quietly says.

“I wish I were, but I’m not. See?” Y/N shows him her engagement ring that must’ve cost a lot.

“Oh. I didn’t know you had someone new.” Tom says, feeling very embarrassed, but he hid that embarrassment, of course.

He hid it very well.

“Lucky for you, you won’t stop the wedding.”

“What? You literally just said that you want me to be there to stop the wedding and-”

“I was kidding, Y/N.” Tom chuckles, pretending to play it off as a joke he made up.

“Oh,” Y/N laughs, “for a second there I thought it was real.”

‘Oh, but it was.’ Tom thinks.

“Then, why are you here for?” Y/N asks.

“I’m actually here to ask you to be my plus one at Haz’s wedding. I don’t want to be a third wheel y’know and I want my plus one to be someone I’m close with.” Tom says as he makes up a cover story on the spot.

“E-mail me the details and I’ll get back to you on that. But I do want to be your plus one. I think it’ll be fun!” Y/N smiles, checking her watch. “Looks like I need to go.”

Y/N pulls out a few pounds from her wallet and puts it on the table. “Since you came all the way here just to ask me to be your plus one, the least I could do is pay for our lunch.” 

Before Tom could protest, Y/N asks for the bill and pays for the food as soon as she got it.

“Keep the change.” Y/N tells the waiter. She looks at Tom and says, “I have to go. Tell the guys I said ‘hi’, okay? I can’t wait to see them!” Y/N gets up to leave, “I changed my number. Here’s my calling card.”

She gives him her calling card, “Text me.” Without another word, she leaves the restaurant.

“I’m so fucked.” Tom says to himself, before leaving the restaurant.

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-not proofread-

this has been overdue bc school works are a pain in the ass

big thanks to @myblueleatherbag for helping me with this mini series!

Tagging my mutuals: @sweetdespairbarnes @fanficparker @lcvelyparkers @tommysparker

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield fanfiction #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x y/n #haz osterfield #haz osterfield imagines #haz osterfield fanfiction #haz osterfield fanfic #haz osterfield fic #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x y/n #tom holland #tom holland imagines

[jinmukangwrites]

Unconscious

Whumptober Day 10.

Happy birthday @theorbess540​!!!!! This fic is for you! Because I know how much you love Iron!dad, hurt/self sacrificing Peter, and ignoring Endgame.

Summary: Peter’s a hero inside and outside the suit.

-o-o-o-o-

Tony stops outside door 206. His hand lifts, his knuckles just a few breaths away from knocking, but he stops. His shoulders falling. He glares at the numbers, the papers taped underneath spreading awareness of germs and whatnot, until his need to move kicks back in again. 

He could leave. He could leave this place and drive back to his house and send a check, his condolences, but he also knows that if he turns back now, he'll never forgive himself. This isn't some random kid in there. No, no this isn't some random kid at all. He deserves more than that. Deserves more than a flick of the wrist and all bills paid for. He deserves a visit, at the very least. 

Tony pushes open the door before he could second guess, and instantly the air seems to shift into something quiet, something not quite right but definitely not wrong. It's like a reminder, a reminder that something has gone incredibly wrong but it didn't finish the job. It's a warning that a life almost left this world and you had better be quiet to give that life a little rest. 

Tony hates the air that filters in hospital rooms. Well, except for mother baby rooms. He hasn't particularly been in one of those yet but he's sure it has an entirely different atmosphere when compared to the ICU.

He's pretty sure no atmosphere can quite compare to the ICU. 

He steps in, and he sees a woman curled up on a sofa chair placed near the window. Her eyes are half open, her gaze towards the main attraction of every hospital room: the bed, and the person in it. 

"Hey, hot aunt," Tony calls, but his voice doesn't seem quite in it, and May's eyes blink, her gaze drifting from her boy towards one of the richest men in America. "I came to… say hi."

She hums and returns her watchful eyes towards the kid in the bed. Tony tries to keep his gaze away from driving to the boy, but he can't help it as he forces himself to walk across the room and settle in a cheap fold out chair placed next to May's comfy looking sofa. There's tubes and wires everywhere, the only noise breaking out belonging to the small heart monitor beeping next to the head of the bed. Otherwise, quiet.

Too quiet. Too still. 

Peter Parker is never quiet. He's never still. 

Yet, here he is, in a hospital bed in the middle of Queens New York, healing from a bullet to the chest. 

A bullet. To the chest. 

And it all seems so… unreal. Tony sinks down into the chair and leans his elbows onto his knees and he can't stop staring now. His brain screams at him to look away and pretend that this isn't happening, but it's like his very soul needs to suck in every detail. Every wire. Every machine. Every single heaven sent beep ringing out into the room.

Christ kid, what have you gotten yourself into this time?

Just yesterday, Peter was at the compound, going on and on and on about this and that. He finally confessed his crush on some girl and turned out that the girl was crushing on him back. They were going to see some new superhero movie the next day after school together. A first date. Peter was nervous out of his mind, his voice small and unsure, a stupid grin practically glued onto his face. 

Tony was happy for the kid. Everyone deserves a happily ever after, and he's just glad that Peter is trying to figure his own out. Tony was actually curious about how the date would go, and he was gonna grill the kid first chance he got for all the juicy details, but then he got a panic toned voicemail from May just after a business meeting Pep forced him to attend. 

Come to the hospital. Peters been shot. I need help.

It was like the whole world stopped, started, shuttered, and stopped again. Like an old B&W engine. He hates those old cars.

Before he knew it he was rushing into the hospital with a four number code May sent him via text to get into the ICU ward. The entire way, he couldn't stop thinking about how this is all his fault, he encouraged Peter's heroics, he praised him for it. 

He's told Peter before that he's responsible for him. That if something happens to Peter, that's on Tony. 

He never really thought about how it would feel if something ever did happen. 

It feels horrible. 

So he's here now, struggling to understand and not wanting to disturb May's thoughts. She's… the mom. This is her boy, and as much as Tong wants to grab her by the shoulders and shake answers out of her, he also… understands that he's not the parent. Heck, he's not a parent at all. He has no clue what she's thinking. How she's feeling. He doesn't have a right to demand anything from her, especially if this is all his fault.

Things are usually his fault. 

"It happened after the movie," May says suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. He forces his eyes to tear away from the tubes running up Peters nose and over at the hurting woman. Her eyes are firmly ahead of her, her knees pulled up to her chest and her chin resting on top of her knees. She looks so small. Tony's never seen her like this. "It just let out. He and MJ decided to go to some ice cream shop, and they went through some backstreets as a shortcut."

Tony can almost imagine what happens next. So, it didn't happen while he was in the suit. It was a freak accident. A freak mugging. 

"MJ said that he protected her…" May continues, a suspicious glint in her eyes, "a man cornered them and demanded money, but he was… nervous. MJ made a sudden move, and then Peter shoved her out of the way and-"

Her voice chokes and Tony closes his eyes, bringing his hands up to his mouth, releasing a breath. 

Stupid kid. Can't stop being a hero, even out of costume.

"The shooter ran…" her voice is barely a whisper, and it's now that Tony realizes that this probably isn't the first time she's received a phone call saying a loved was was shot. That the perpetrator got away. "MJ called the ambulance and they got to him in time- thank heavens they got to him in time-"

Tony clenches his fist and sucks in a breath of air, not quite knowing what to say or do as happy, put together, energetic Aunt May slowly falls apart. She reaches up and wipes beads of liquid from her cheeks and reaches forward, her hand lacing around Peter's, squeezing tight. 

"Every time he goes out in that suit," she mumbles, a small smile turning her lips upwards, "every time, I can't help but chant please be safe over and over in my head. He's out there fighting bad guys, he's being a hero, and I sit alone at home and wonder when the phone call is going to come saying that he- b-but it doesn't ever come. I- I just never thought it would be Peter that's- and not Spider-Man-"

Tony moves before he could think of it, and it surprises himself when he grasps onto her hand, the one on top of Peter's, holding tight. May's shoulders shake a bit, her free hand going up to her mouth to staunch a small cry. Tony sits there, holding her hand, until she composes herself. 

When her sniffles quiet down, he turns so he's facing her and he forces a small smile on his face. "How long have you been here?"

"I… got here around noon?" 

Tony couldn't help whistling. It's six pm. "Why don't you go get yourself some food? I'll sit with him." May shakes her head and Tony holds her hand a little tighter. "May, please take care of yourself a little."

"That's rich, coming from you," she shoots back, but there's a small smirk on her face. She's teasing. 

"Well, I am a billionaire."

She chuckles and he hums in victory as she slowly stands up, dropping both Peter and Tony's hand. She brushes the wrinkles out of her jeans and fixes her shirt so it lies loosely on her body. She takes a deep breath, stretches, and then sends a sad look Peter's way. "What I'd do to deserve such a perfect boy?" She mumbles to herself, and Tony doesn't answer as she sniffs, wipes her eyes again, and turns. "You want any pudding? I hear hospitals have the best snack packs."

"Sure. While you're at it, I can tell Happy to bring by some cheeseburgers or something. I'm sure Peter is going to be starving when he wakes up."

May nods again, sending him a grateful look, and then she leaves the room, the door clicking behind her. 

Tony sighs into his hands and leans back in his chair, rubbing his chin as it suddenly becomes way too quiet. The heart monitor's turned down, all the whirring of the other machines are muffled, but they all seem too loud, too obviously in your face that someone almost died. 

So many things could have gone wrong today, so so many things. The bullet could have gone a little to the right and gone straight through his heart. The healing factor that so many times saved Peter's scrawny butt could have healed the round inside his body. It could have buried deeper. The ambulance could have been held up, not getting there in time. 

Peter could be in a morgue, not the ICU. Tony would have preferred Peter bouncing on the heels of his feet and literally walking up walls as he goes on and on about his first actual date with MJ. 

No, instead the kid decided to jump in the way of a bullet, probably reacting on pure instinct, to protect someone. 

May's right. What did any of them do to deserve Peter Parker?

He doesn't know how it happens, but somehow Peter's hand ends up back in his own as Tony scoots his chair closer to the bed. 

-o-o-o-o-

Peter isn't quite sure when the pain ended. He's been floating for awhile, his mind curiously empty, his thoughts strangely silent. Nothing but a numbness and a lukewarm blanket of darkness to cover him. Everything's silent, for a long time Peter floats there, trying to think of where he is and how he got there. 

Every time he tries to think the thoughts slip through his fingers like fine sand. 

He floats there… for a long time. Give or take an eternity. Or maybe he's there for only a few moments, he's not quite sure. He can't really think about it. 

Through the haze of silence and floatiness, he begins to hear something. It's far away, and it echoes in his ears and his hand twitches. The steady, high pitched beepings get louder and louder until it's the only thing he's aware of. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the noise, but then another sound greets him. 

"Kid? You wakin' up?" 

Peter groans. He doesn't hurt, but his head is so fuzzy and his body feels heavy. For a terrifying moment, he thinks that he's stuck under a building again, but then his name is called again, and his eyes open to find brightness instead of the blackness that comes when one is buried under a collapsed building.

As one does. 

Be blinks and he finds its actually not that bright at all, his eyes are just sensitive. The heaviness of his limbs remain, and so does the numbness, but it's not as bad as he thought it was. It just feels… like he's taken one too many NyQuils. 

Way more than one too many. 

"How you doin, kid, talk to me."

Oh yeah, someone's here with him. He lazily blinks and looks over to where the voice is coming from, and it shocks him when he sees none other than Tony Stark sitting there. His suit is a mess, Peter notes, his collar unfolded and his tie loose. His hair looks wild, like it used to be slicked and styled with something but one to many nervous hands through hair gestures completely ruined it. 

Mr Stark smiles at him, and Peter would have smiled back if he wasn't so confused and shocked. His eyes drop when he notices a far off pressure on his hand, and his eyebrows raise when he notices a hand grasped around one of his own.

The hand is whipped away before Peter can even process it. Mr Stark laughs a bit next to him, folding his arms across his chest. 

"I…" Peter murmurs, his voice sounding far off even to his own ears. His eyes are getting heavy. "Where…?"

"You're in the hospital, kid," Tony informs.

Peter hums, because it's the only thing he can think to do. His eyelids are starting to droop, he's so tired. The beeping that woke him up is fading, along with the sharpness of his vision. 

Yeah. Yeah he's pretty sure he's going to go back to bed. 

"Your hot aunt just went to get some pudding," Mr Stark continues, which Peter finds just a little odd. He's not usually one to attempt to carry a conversation. "If you want some you're gonna have to try and stay awake, bud."

"M'kay…" Peter whispers, all tension in his body beginning to fade. Pudding sounds nice.

But so does sleep. He's tired. Why did he wake up in the first place?

There's a sigh, and it takes Peter a second to realize oh yeah, Mr Stark is still here. "You're probably too out of it to remember… but you did good today, kid." Peter doesn't know what he did, but if Mr Stark says so Peter supposes he can take his word for it. "Reckless, stupid, almost got yourself killed, majorly screwed the pooch, but you still did good. I know you'll be wondering if you were more lucid but… your friend, MJ, she's fine. She's not hurt at all. You saved her. I'm..."

A hand falls on Peters hand again, and Peters eyes slip shut completely, sleep crawling over him like a familiar lullaby.

"I'm proud of you, buddy."

Peter falls asleep quickly after that, hardly processing a single word of what was said. But, the next time he wakes up is when the drugs are less, when May is there, when Mr Stark is gone… he can't help but feel a sense of calm, though his brain is too muddled to quite recall why.

#peter parker #tony stark #mcu #spider-man #marvel #jin writes #fanfiction #fanfic #whumptober2019 #unconscious #no.10

[yastaghr]

Grey Chapter 12

This chapter took a lot longer than it should have. I finished it yesterday at aroung 11:50pm my time. I was up worrying over the second surgery I’ve had in 2 months. It went well (I say this while I’m still on painkillers, mind you). I’ll likely be having another surgery in March or April for a completely different problem. I make no promises about kicking up the pace of my writing (because of pain, painkillers, and sleep). I hope I can, but no promises. 

That being said, please enjoy the new chapter of Grey!

Warnings: Manipulation

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16555439/chapters/54226327

Stretch sat back on the couch and groaned. His head still hurt something awful, and he was not happy about it. He and Honey had been working on the machine, everything was fine and dandy, when a particularly bad throb of his head made him groan. Honey had jumped on it. He’d asked if anything hurt after his ordeal. Stretch, acting like the idiot he was pretending to be, answered truthfully. He’d told Honey about the concussion. The other had insisted he go upstairs to rest and eat something.

He hadn’t even been allowed to make his own food. Honey had texted his brother and asked him to fix up something for their guest. Stretch could hear the noises coming from the kitchen. He still hadn’t seen his other host, but that was about to change.

The sudden silence should have warned Stretch that the other Underswap Sans, Berry, was about to appear, but nothing could have prepared him for the shock of his appearance. Berry was over 2 feet taller than Blue. His bones were bigger and thicker, with a few badly healed breaks as the only marks marring them. At least, they were the only visible marks. Berry was wearing a pair of grey shorts underneath a huge blue t-shirt. The top part of some shoulder padding was strapped over his shirt. The padding had stars painted on the cauldrons. His arms were bare except for his wrists which, as well as his hands, were covered with a pair of short blue gloves. His boots were the same shade as the gloves, a dark blue that matched his bandana. His shirt matched the color of his eye lights which were lit up bright with stars, something Stretch hadn’t seen from Blue in years.

The thought of those eye lights only served to make Stretch mad. They hadn’t even been for him. They’d lit up when Alphys complimented his special attack. That was the last time Stretch had intentionally let Blue go to a training session with enough magic and physical stamina to actually practice. Blue should only be that happy around him. Nevermind that he just never seemed to be happy like that anymore. It was the principle of the thing.

Rather than let his anger out in anything resembling a healthy way Stretch saved it all up to be used against Blue the next time he saw him. He forced himself to put on a bumbling smile and brighten his eye lights. If he wanted anything resembling something decent to drink then he’d have to play his part perfectly.

“hey there, bud. you must be berry, am i right?” Stretch said as he staggered his way to his feet.

Berry smiled at him. “OH, YES! I AM. AND YOU MUST BE STRETCH! THESE MUST BE FOR YOU. PLEASE ENJOY!”

Stretch stared at the plate Berry proffered at him. It was covered in badly burnt sparkly tacos. Now, what would a stupid, gullible idiot like he was pretending to be say? Something nice, definitely, but he would know that those were inedible. He let the nervous sweat drop down his skull and gulped. “um...yeah! boy, those sure look good. i can’t wait to try them!”

Berry’s eyes narrowed, studying him closely. Stretch kept up the image of someone trying to lie who had no skill at it whatsoever. Good. He’d pegged that right as a test. Now all he had to do was hope that Berry was kind enough to spare him from eating them.

When Berry’s face cleared and he pulled a second, edible plate of tacos from behind his back Stretch didn’t bother to hide the relief. Stupid Stretch wouldn’t. “THAT’S SWEET OF YOU TO LIE FOR ME, BUT I’M NOT THAT BAD A COOK. HERE, EAT SOMETHING EDIBLE. I’VE BEEN USING THESE TO TEST PEOPLE FOR 20 YEARS.”

That did make Stretch pause. He wasn’t supposed to just admit that, and… “20 years? you’ve had a kitchen to store those in for 20 years?”

Berry tilted his head. “YES? THIS WAS MY FATHER’S HOUSE BEFORE WE BOUGHT IT FROM HIM. HE’S MOVED BACK INTO THE CAPITOL NOW TO GIVE HONEY AND I SOME PRIVACY.”

Stretch was really shocked now and he couldn’t hide it. All thoughts of spicy honey water vanished before it. “you lived with your dad? really?”

Now Berry looked worried. “AND YOU DIDN’T? WHO RAISED YOU, YOUR BROTHER?”

“yes, he did?” Stretch was genuinely confused. “we grew up hopping from house to apartment to condo in the Capitol. We slept on the street sometimes, too. our dad is in no position to take care of anybody. he’s, uh… how do i say this? he can’t remember anything after his 18th birthday for more than 10 minutes. there was an accident at the labs when i was 5 or 6. total amnesiac.”

Berry set the dummy plate on the table and came over to the couch. He sat down and motioned for Stretch to join him with his empty hand. “PLEASE, SIT. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DREADFUL WAY TO GROW UP. WHY DIDN’T THE QUEEN DO SOMETHING FOR THE CHILDREN OF HER ROYAL SCIENTIST?”

How could this be called the same thing as his universe? “um, sorry? our dad never made it that far, and the queen sure as h...eck wouldn’t do anything for a rulebreaker like blue. he-”

Berry’s mouth dropped open. “YOU MEAN SHE STILL CARES ABOUT THOSE OLD RULES? OUR QUEEN ABOLISHED THEM AFTER MY… INCIDENT. I WAS HURT BADLY AS A VERY SMALL CHILD AND I HAD TO STAY IN THE HOSPITAL FOR WEEKS. THAT MEANT I HAD TO BREAK THE CURFEW FOR CHILDREN OR ELSE I WOULD DIE. SHE HEARD ABOUT IT. NEXT THING WE KNOW SHE’D PAYED THE HOSPITAL BILL AND ANNOUNCED TO THE UNDERGROUND THAT THOSE RULES NO LONGER APPLIED. SHE ALSO FIRED THE FORMER ROYAL SCIENTIST FOR WHAT HE HAD DONE. THEN SHE APPOINTED DAD IN HIS PLACE.”

Stretch gaped at him. “you mean the first time you got raped? blue did, too. my brother. but that didn’t change anything. tori didn’t care. any crime is the fault of the victim for not taking adequate precautions.”

Berry looked like he might throw up at any moment. “I’VE ONLY EVER BEEN RAPED ONCE, AND I WASN’T QUITE YET 6. THERE’S NO WAY I COULD HAVE STOPPED IT. I SCREAMED, I BIT, I THREW MAGIC ATTACKS. NOTHING WORKED. DO YOU SERIOUSLY EXPECT A 6 YEAR OLD TO BE ABLE TO DEFEND THEMSELVES AGAINST A FULL GROWN ADULT?”

Stretch almost let his anger get the better of him. Of course he didn’t, but if the 6 year old had been following the rules and their parents had any ability to judge character at all then they shouldn’t be in a position where they had to fight back against the grown adult. But if he said that he was pretty sure he’d give the whole game away. So he ran with the angry expression on his face and said, as if he was insulted, “of course i don’t, but those are the rules. i’m the judge, i have to know them back to front. it’s not my fault that they’re in place.”

Berry sighed. “I KNOW. I’M SORRY. BOTH FOR INSULTING YOU AND FOR YOUR WORLD. IT MUST TRULY BE A HORRIBLE PLACE. HOW ARE RULEBREAKERS TREATED?”

Stretch hummed. “well, they don’t get paid as much, i know that. most of the stores raise their prices for a rulebreaker. most places won’t rent to them, so they all live crammed together in ghettos. there’s a lot of jobs they just can’t do. some people won’t serve them, like doctors and-”

“DOCTORS WON’T SERVE THEM? BUT WHAT IF THEY’RE HURT?” Berry demanded with his eyes bulging out.

Stretch shrugged. “i don’t know. it’s never come up for me before. blue always handles it when he gets sick. maybe there’s other rulebreakers like blue who tried to become doctors? but without a license even getting care from them would be illegal.”

Berry shivered. “THEN WE’D BETTER GET THAT MACHINE UP AND RUNNING SO YOU CAN BRING HIM TO SAFETY BEFORE HE’S TOO BADLY HURT. I’D SAY YOU CAN BRING HIM HERE, BUT WE HAVE SO FEW DOCTORS. MAYBE WE SHOULD SEND YOU ON TO THE TALE BROTHERS. THEY’RE ON THE SURFACE, AND THEY’VE GOT PLENTY OF DOCTORS. THEY EVEN OFFERED TO SEND US SOME OF THEIR OWN, BUT WE FELT IT WOULDN’T BE RIGHT TO ASK THEM TO LEAVE THE SURFACE AFTER WAITING SO LONG. WE’RE TWO SOULS AWAY FROM BREAKING THE BARRIER.”

It was Stretch’s turn to have his eye lights bulge. “you’re that close to the surface? the queen won’t even tell me how many souls we have, and i’m her judge. she says that, if i knew, i’d be too sad to do my job. it’s ridiculous.”

“IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN GET YOU TO HELP CONSOLE YOU TO YOUR LOSS?”

Stretch sat up straight. He had given up on getting his spicy honey water, but now… “i could definitely go for something to drink. you probably don’t have my favorite, but really any honey water will be good.”

Berry frowned at him and shook his head, clearly disappointed in him. “NOTHING WITH THAT MUCH SUGAR. IT WILL RUIN YOUR APPETITE FOR GOOD, HEALTHY FOOD, AND THAT’S WHAT YOU NEED TO GET OVER YOUR CONCUSSION. NOW, EAT YOUR TACOS AND I’LL GET THE GUEST ROOM SET UP FOR YOU TO SLEEP IN.”

Stretch watched him go with genuine shock. That move always worked on Blue. Why didn’t it work on Berry?

=====

Blue stared down at the battlefield with horror. There were so many injuries on both sides, and fresh dust floated in the air. The healer in him was screaming at him to stop this. But how could he? He was a horrible fighter and so extremely fragile it was ridiculous. He would be dust before Edge even noticed he was there.

It was a blow to the head of one of the bunnies by Greater Dog that inspired Blue. The blow didn’t kill the bunny, but it did knock them out. Blue could do that. He had a deep well of magic and the training to sedate any monster he needed to. His teachers had even said he had excellent control. The only tricky part would be avoiding knocking Red, Edge, and the Canine Unit out. Maybe he should just aim to keep Red and Edge awake. The dogs probably wouldn’t mind a little nap, and they could be so… enthusiastic. He didn’t want anyone to die or be hurt because of him.

Blue quickly closed his eyes. He reached out with his magic, seeing everyone on the battlefield as little balls of color. Edge was a deep burgundy, and that ball Blue carefully shielded. The dogs were a mix of yellows and oranges, and those he left alone. The bunnies were shades of blue. Finally Blue isolated the ball that must be Red. It was a bright, light red, the color of one of those red wagons children liked. He shielded that ball as well. Then he set up the sedative spell in his magic. It looked to him like a dry watercolor drawing of some Valerian. Then he sent out the spell to every ball within reach. His shields, which looked like greenhouses, deflected the spell. One by one here saw every ball of magic on the battlefield drop flat, the way he always saw an unconscious monster.

He opened his eyes when he felt the prick of something sharp at his throat. Red was standing in front of him, scowling, with a sharpened bone held to point at Blue's neck. The differences between them couldn't be more obvious. Red towered over Blue's fragile 3'3" self. He guessed Red might be 4'6"-5'0". His bones were thick, not just with scars but with the solid, healthy growth that Blue had never had. His teeth were sharp but clean, and he had black and red bone paint around his eye sockets. His jacket looked so warm with its fleece lining and leather exterior. Blue shivered in his simple, thin clothes.

Red growled at him, drawing Blue out of his curiosity. Here looked deeply suspicious and not at all happy to see Blue. "who the hell are you, and what the fuck did you do to those monsters?"

#grey fanfic #underswap #underswap papyrus #underswap sans #underfell #underfell sans #see ao3 for triggers please #yastaghr

[theentiregdtime]

mac buys a motorcycle.

PHILADELPHIA, PA 11:15 ON A MONDAY

"Come on, it's badass, dude! I thought you'd be excited! It's like I'm Ghost Rider and you're- Wait, no, it's like I'm Michael Carrington and you're Stephanie Zinoni!"

"... I'm Stephanie Zinoni."

"Yeah, man, but not like, because of the romance and stuff, because of the motorcycle!"

"That's not even the original, Mac, why is that your first thought-"

"Because I am no ordinary boy, Dennis. I am now a rider... that's cool."

Dennis pinches the bridge of his nose.

Mac assumes it must be because of the mid-morning sun or a hangover or a migraine, not that he's annoyed- because there's no way he could possibly be annoyed with this. It's basically the best thing that's ever happened to them.

One Mac Mcdonald is now the proud owner of an actual, working, not-stolen, bought-with-real-life-money motorcycle. Sure, it's a little... antique and... rustic... and some of those other words people on fixer-upper shows use to describe garbage. But it was cheap and it runs and Mac kinda sorta mostly knows how to ride it- and that's enough for him.

"This is why we never have money for the goddamn groceries, Mac-"

"Dennis, Dennis..." Mac holds out his palms like he's trying to steady a spooked horse, "I didn't take it out of our account."

"Then how- You know what?" Dennis flits a dismissive hand through the air. "I don't care, I don't want to know."

This isn't exactly playing out how Mac had pictured it in his head. He'd tossed in bed for hours last night fantasizing about rolling up on his bike, leaving a trail of gravel and skid marks in his dust. Then Dennis sees him and his jaw drops just before his mouth curves into that big, disbelieving smile, and he thinks Mac's just as cool as Country Mac was (God rest his soul) and he hops on and they speed off and Dee and Frank and Charlie are so jealous and-

It's not going like that at all.

But he could fix this!

Mac curves his eyebrows up into a knot and pouts his lips, staring Dennis down without so much as blinking. Dude could act frustrated all he wanted, but he never said no the puppy dog eyes.

Dennis folds his arms across his chest, lowers his shoulders, and visibly softens. This is working...

"So you want me to ride it with you?" he asks quietly and matter-of-factly, all of the sting gone from his voice.

"Uh-huh."

"And you expect me to sit on the... the bitch seat of this Mad-Maxian death trap?"

"Oh," Mac chirps. "Well, if you're scared, then you don't have to-"

"I am not-!" Dennis steels himself, glaring at the triumphant grin on Mac's lips. His tone is calm when he speaks again. "I am not scared. That's absurd. I am a very impetuous man when I want to be."

Mac simply shrugs. He has no idea what that means, but it sounds like a yes, so he'll take it.

"Then prove it," he teases, turning back to the motorcycle.

Mac knocks the kickstand off the ground with his boot and throws his leg over the seat. He grips the handlebars, just clenching them in his hands, squeezing until his knuckles turn white. Taking a deep, full breath, he revels in this moment. Sure, he was already badass before, but on this thing, he's like fucking Maverick in Top Gun. It's an incredible feeling-

Until Dennis' damn reptilian monster claws dig into his shoulder blades.

"You're supposed to put your arms around me, dude," -Mac clicks his tongue in chastising disapproval- "so you don't fall off and get, like, shredded."

"I am not a goddamn wedge of parmesan cheese, Mac, I will not be shredded by anything," -he slackens his already loose grip- "and it's humiliating enough I have to sit behind you like I'm an aging Harrison Ford, I'm not going to wrap my arms around you."

Mac sighs through his nose in quiet annoyance, like he's dealing with a bratty child (because he essentially is), and revs the engine just once. "Fine, but I'm not paying your hospital bills when you get, and I repeat, shredded."

"I'm skeptical that you could."

Eh, that's fair. He'll let him have that one.

"And aren't you going to put on a helmet?" Dennis keeps rambling. "You do remember how this ended for your cousin, right? And he was certainly better at this than you."

Mac suppresses a grumble in his throat.

"Oh, sure, Dennis," he scoffs, "and while I'm at it, why don't I just slap a sticker on my head that says pussy?"

There are- finally- no more protests after that.

Good.

The motorcycle gets going with a bit of a struggle, sputtering like a kinked hose, but once it's off, it's off. The streets are uncharacteristically empty, giving the bike a lot of room to swerve and move around- not that Mac needs to, he knows how to work it! After a couple of twists and turns through Philly, once he really gets a feel for the thing, Mac starts gunning it and blatantly disobeying all posted road signs. He's not sure how far over the limit he's going, but it's hard not to speed when there's no one on the road. The few cars he does pass, he weaves in and out of and drifts around, earning himself a few frustrated honks in the process. They're just jealous of how cool he looks with his boy-

His boy. His guy. His dude. Bro. Buddy. Den. Dennis. Dennis Reynolds. His friend.

"You're going to get me killed, you know!" Dennis, think of the devil, shouts over the sickly cough of the struggling engine.

Mac can't figure out why the hell Dennis is so stressed out. It's not as if they're going to take a wrong turn and careen off the edge of the Grand Canyon, they're in fucking Philadelphia. Worst case scenario, they'll ram into some bozo's car, tip over, and walk away with a couple of scrapes and road rashes.

Not that that's going to happen.

He's definitely holding on now, though. Each time they pick up a little speed or take a sudden corner, Dennis curls against his back like an agitated cat, hands clutching fistfuls of Mac's tee shirt and grinding into his sides. Den is all knobby bones and sharp knees and jagged edges, but Mac doesn't mind- he's gotten used to it over the course of... basically their entire lives. He's never minded. Not in high school when they crashed together under the bleachers, not during movie nights at their apartment, not getting brownout drunk in the same side of a booth at the bar, and definitely not now. He figures some people would probably find being prodded in the backside like this unpleasant, but it's just... just Dennis. It's familiar.

"It's not- not that I'm scared or anything! I just think everyone would be a lot happier if you slowed down a little!"

"I don't know, that sounds pretty scared to me, man!" Mac yells back as sharp fingernails burrow into his ribcage. He likes the way it feels, like God himself cracking the rib of Adam in his hands to set the world in motion.

"It's not about that, it's about obeying the goddamn traffic laws so you don't end up with a ticket that I have to pay out of our- my bank account!"

Mac pretends not to hear him. Maybe if Dennis would just shut up and enjoy the wind in his hair, he wouldn't be so testy. He can't figure out what the big deal is. Dennis hadn't been upset last night. He was sober (not totally sober, that would be dangerous, but mostly), took a long shower before bed, did his nightly skincare routine, sat across the sofa from Mac while they watched Food Network, complained about every single dish even though he himself almost never cooked or ate, fell asleep with his head flush against a throw pillow and his balmed lips slightly parted as he breathed softly-

Stoplight! They're at a stoplight!

Mac hits the brake hard to avoid rear-ending the car in front of him, which sends him lurching forward. As he sways, two ridgid hands clamp onto either side of his head and a sharp, anxious breath is drawn behind him.

What...?

He glances back at Dennis over his shoulder, brow tense with confusion. Before he can ask him what's up, he's struck by the gentle look of concern on his face, by the teeth rolling over his lip as he tentatively lowers his hands back down, by the way all of his edges go soft...

Oh.

Oh.

Oh!

"Oh my God, Den, are you worried about me?" Mac slaps a hand on the bike in surprise. "Dennis, that is so sweet, dude!"

"Well..." Dennis swallows a lump, avoiding direct eye contact. His hands are pulled back now, resting on his own thighs instead of around Mac. "If you die, we both die, so... I simply have my best interest in mind."

A long moment passes between them, neither moving back into position or saying anything more. Mac watches a bead of sweat roll down Dennis' forehead, watches him lick his chapped lips, watches him like he's the only fucking person in the whole entire world because, to Mac, he-

Some dick is honking at him. Asshole. He could just go around or whatever!

"You want to head back to the bar, man?" Mac asks sympathetically, like he's asking him if he needs medicine for a headache or a warm blanket.

Dennis doesn't answer immediately.

Then the jerk behind them honks again.

"Would you-" Dennis does a one-eighty, then whirls back to Mac. "Yes, I would like to go home and get away from," -he waves a hand in the car's direction- "this rude man who honks!"

And just like that they're back to normal... which is kind of a relief. Totally normal. Just hanging out. That's a good thing.

Mac repositions himself and starts back towards the bar, slower this time, at what he guesses is a reasonable speed. He has no idea, honestly, but he's pretty sure he's supposed to go faster than the cars because the bike is smaller. That makes sense to him.

Dennis' hands are no longer jabbing into him like a couple of Swiss army knives with all of the tools loose. They aren't exactly around him, either, but they're definitely on him. They're trained at either side of his torso, not hesitant in any way, just there. One of Dennis' fingers is drumming against his rib, presumably to some song he's got stuck in his head. His breath is steady on the back of Mac's tousled hair and, every once in a while, at a stop, he adjusts and Dennis' chest and thighs brush up against his back- just for a second.

Mac will never admit that he takes the long way back to the bar.

By the time they return, he figures it must be about half past noon. The middle of the day on a Monday isn't exactly a busy time for them. No one is really drinking (themselves excluded, of course), so hopefully Dee and Charlie won't nag about where they've been and how they haven't worked all morning. Then Dennis would get annoyed and probably never do this again.

They'll probably never do it again, anyways. He is not Michael Carrington and Dennis is not Stephanie Zinoni.

Mac hangs back for a minute after Dennis hops off and heads into the bar, muttering something about how he has to go fix his hair and reminding Mac to pick the bugs out of his teeth- the ones that weren't already there before.

They're back to normal. That's a good thing. It's definitely a good thing.

He drifts off thinking about that scene where Michelle Pfeiffer somehow climbs around onto the front of the motorcycle and flips her hair and blocks the view, but it doesn't matter because the road is empty and they're together and they're in love, and Dennis is kissing him and he doesn't even complain about the metal prodding into his back and bruising his pale skin because he just wants to kiss Mac that badly and-

He's going to have to say some Hail Marys later for that one.

Mac isn't sure how many he has to say to repent for how badly he wants Dennis' hands in his hair again. If he asks a priest, he'll have to confess to it out loud, so he'll just guess. Maybe there aren't enough breaths in him to make up for the things that he feels. Maybe he'll have to pay in the afterlife instead.

The bike is still worth every Hail Mary, and every penny.

#it's always sunny in philadelphia #it's always sunny #iasip #dennis reynolds #mac mcdonald #macdennis #fics #my writing #i have no idea how religion or motorcycles work!! and it's obvious!!! #lots of casual references to the cursed film that is grease 2 #this is short and stupid and goes nowhere and nothing happens #but i'm a clown so here ya go

[wclfwest]

(TOM HARDY / 40 / HE/HIM) – ( wolfgang west ) has been spotted in the castle. they said to originally be from ( brooklyn. new york ) and is often seen to be ( aggressive ) but seemingly ( ambitious ). After being in Wolfenstein for ( four years ), they’ve come to ( quietly rebel against ) the council in their own way. They work as ( commander of sector three ) and are known around these parts as ( the miscreant ). better watch your back with that one around. 

A LIST OF (AT LEAST) 6 AESTHETICS FOR THIS CHARACTER: twin desert eagles, bloody knuckles, heavyweights, broken whiskey bottles, handcuffs, mommy issues.  

THE SONG YOU SEE AS THIS CHARACTERS THEME: maniac by kid cuddi 

Sup? Names Ryan and this is my boy Wolfgang or Wolf as he prefers to be called. I’ve had him for a couple years now and he’s one of my favorite characters so I’m super hype to be able to bring him here. Personality-wise, as you can probably guess from the headcanon’s I’ll be posting below, he’s a bit of a dick. He has no qualms about killing those that may get in his way so I don’t expect him to be liked by everyone. I don’t expect him to be liked, period. While I usually play him as the big man in charge, for this one, I’ve changed it up a bit. He’s not currently the big man up top but he’s looking to be which means despite being part of the council, he’s looking to overthrow it and get the ‘ole general out. He likes Wolfenstein but he thinks it could improve drastically, under his care of course. That said, the main thing I’ll be working on with him will be finding like-minded people who share his views and just have him work behind the scenes to reach his goals. 

Lovers? He’s straight and if your character is up to get dicked down by the wolf then he’s not saying no but’s honestly, not huge on love interests unless there’s chemistry involved and even then it’s all just eh to me. Friends? He’s been at the compound for over four years so I’m sure he’s known. If you want to plot a friendship between my boy and your character then I’m up for it, just remember that he’s an asshole. Enemies? Sure, he’ll have a lot of those. In time, I do want someone to discover his former mob connections and his discharge and attempt to use it against him but that’s in time. After all that, open to anything and everything. 

(AT LEAST) THREE HEADCANON: 

TW: abuse, gore, violence 

+ Integrity. It was a thing every soldier was supposed to have, an unwritten code they were all expected to follow. Soldiers were supposed to have integrity but when it came down to it, integrity didn’t pay the bills. When he’d first signed up, he’d gone into it with nothing but good intentions. He would proudly serve. He would bring honor to the job and serve it with the dignity it deserved. He would show everyone just how much he deserved the insignia he had pinned to his chest. He had planned to hold onto those values. He had planned on doing right but then life happens. The woman you care for gets tired of waiting around so she leaves you. The bills stack up while you’re on tour and once the tour ends you’re assed out cause while everyone says they want to help, there’s no one actually doing it. When it came down to it, Wolf had a choice. He could continue severing a country that didn’t give a damn about him when he wasn’t wearing their uniform or he could serve himself. Wolf chose to serve himself.

Finding willing clients the minute he went looking, it wasn’t hard to get his team roped into his act as they too were sick and tired of being paid pennies. Working their side hussle for a couple years, the jobs ranged from extortion, gun running, and even drug trafficking. If the client was willing to pay, Wolf was willing to do it. Nothing was ever too taboo. So into the money was he that if the offer was too good to pass up, even purposely botching a government-sanctioned mission was something the man was willing to do. In the end, it was his greed that got caught. While he himself would blame it on working too many missions back to back, the truth was you could fuck up but so many times before people started paying attention. He’d forgotten just how hard it was to get to where he’d been. A SEAL screwing up a mission? Unprecedented. A SEAL botching multiple missions?  Either the man in charge was wildly incompetent or something was up and since a man in the SEAL’s wouldn’t be wildly incompetent, the powers that be deemed something to be up. Having been watching Wolf for up to a year, it was when the latest mission went up in smokes and earned not only the man himself a bullet in the stomach but his teammate’s various wounds as well that they decided to step in.

Waking up in a hospital surrounded by his superiors, Wolf was given two options. He could accept a dishonorable discharge, spend five years behind bars and allow them to sweep all of his bad deeds under the rug or they could go along with their year-long investigation into his dirty deeds, they could air all of his dirty laundry to the press and while they themselves would get dragged through the mud so would he, so would his family, so would his friends and so would their families and in due time not only would he wind up in jail but so would his team as well. Seeing no other way out of it, Wolf decided to get hauled off to jail. Why drag everyone else down when it could just be him?

+ The mob was easy enough to fall into. He had the skills necessary, and he was willing. After jail, the majority of his assets had been seized. Left with nothing and no way to rebuild, the money they offered him was more than welcome.  At first, it had started with extortion. Knock a few people on their ass, collect your money owed. Easy work and an easy way to build up trust. As time went on he went from simple beat ‘em up jobs, to the real pay. Turns out being a killer for hire wasn’t much different from being a soldier. You get your orders, you shoot who you need to shoot and then you get the hell out of dodge and leave your mess for others to clean up. For Wolf, it was simple. Kill and get paid. Don’t kill and don’t get paid. Needing to make a living for himself, he wasn’t about to not be paid. In time, having proved himself to be a loyal enough man, he went from being an occasion associate of the mob to being hired full time. Taken on as the personal bodyguard to one of the big boys, work for Wolf became a hell of a lot easier and a lot more lucrative.

Following the family around and basically acting as a glorified babysitter, it was while on a so-called ‘family’ vacation with his charge that the world ended. Zombies became a thing, his charge had his neck ripped out in front of him, and the family he was supposed to be protecting? They wound up having their innards torn out. With no one left to protect and no reason to stick around, Wolf got the hell out of dodge. Having read enough comics back in his youth to put two and two together, knowing he had a better chance of surviving if he stayed out of civilized places, Wolf used the skills he’d learned while serving to survive out in the wilderness. Keeping himself away from civilized places, it was pure luck that Wolf came upon Wolfstein. Though the castle was hard to miss, he had believed it to be abandoned and as such, he’d avoided it. It wasn’t till times had grown particularly hard that he thought to give it a chance and upon doing so, he then found his new home.  

+ Momma’s boy. You’d expect a guy like Wolf to have a tough life. You take a look at the guy and you’d expect the hard-ass father or absent father story. You’d glance at him and expect the dead mommy cliche or the druggie mom background. Whether he likes it or not, he’s got the face of a guy that’s had it hard. The type of face you’d see and automatically know you couldn’t push some sob story onto cause they’ve already seen it and lived it. To some extent, people’s assumptions of Wolf aren’t wrong. He did have a hard life. While his father was around, the man did have a habit of knocking his son around. It was expected. People don’t willingly sign up for an elite military program at the age of eighteen unless they’re running from something. Mr. West? He was certainly worth running away from. However, it wasn’t all bad. After every hit, after every bruise or black eye came a soothing hand to make it all better. Every time his father knocked him down, there was always someone there to pick him back up,

She was his world. She’s his only regret. When the deal came there was no chance to say goodbye, He’d been away from home and they weren’t going to take him back to say his goodbyes. He got some cuffs, and then he was placed behind bars. From there it was shame that kept her from visiting. He needn’t assume that it was that, she’d told him so herself. Gracing him with but one phone call during the five years he was locked behind bars, it was in that call that she aired all of her grievances. Perhaps she’d known her time was drawing near and she hadn’t wanted to leave the world without having said her piece but his mother had made sure to let her child no just how she felt before she’d taken her last breath. Losing her while locked up, he couldn’t even attend the funeral. When he got out and attempted to pay his respect what remained of his family snubbed him and refused to tell him her location. His mother had left the world ashamed of him, and hating him. It’s that thought that haunts him. He can never make it right. He can never fix that wrong.

+ Living in a broken world there’s a lot of things people crave. Good food, shelter, good sex, maybe some booze but above all it’s companionship. Wolf wanted a friend. A true friend. A true companion and it was by pure chance that he found it in Surge. Finding the Dogo Argentino was in his eyes pure luck. Blessing’s from God weren’t a thing in his book. No god would allow the world to turn to such shit and no god in their right mind would do him a solid so finding Surge? Luck. Sooner or later he was just bound to have his coin land on heads and finding Surge just happened to be that moment. If there’s anything in this world the former SEAL has come to love, whose life holds just as much value to him as his own it’s Surge. The dog eats before him, he gets pampered first, and if there’s ever a situation where his pup’s life was in danger, Wolf wouldn’t hesitate to jump in front just to save that dog’s life. The apocalypse is hard. It’s easy enough to survive once you get the hang of it but Wolf wasn’t truly living too he met his dog.

+ Everyone has something that defines them. Everyone has something or another other’s use to identify them with and for Wolf, it’s his classic desert eagles. They were his weapon of choice before the apocalypse and even now when most are using the same firearms as a way to make things easier, he continues to use his pair of eagles. They’re a comfort to him. The hefty weight in his hand. The general feel. He couldn’t see himself using anything else. He’d prefer to never have to use anything else and as long as he continues to secure his own ammunition for the gun, he sees no other reason to stop using what’s most comfortable for himself.

#wolfen:intro

[hystericalrogertaylor]

Reconnecting (Chapter Eleven)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 2597

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: Verbal and physical abuse, cussing, drinking, one slightly sexual situation? 

A/N: Why do these chapters always seem shorter than they actually are? Whatever, I guess. Enjoy! 

Master list

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~~~

You refused to go back into James’s room. You didn’t want to see the man you still loved (regrettably) unconscious and suffering. You just sat in the waiting room, crying silently.

You’d called Roger on the hospital’s phone, telling him what happened. He said he was on his way, and that he’d bring food. He arrived with the rest of the band and some takeout Chinese. They all sped into the waiting room, looking panicked and sad.

“Oh, my God, (Y/n).” John was the first to approach you, sitting down next to you and wrapping his arms around you. This only made you cry harder, holding onto him with all your strength.

The rest of the band sat around you, attempting to look sad. None of them liked James, and they wouldn’t care if he disappeared, it was still a horrible thing to have happened.

You sniffled, finally letting go of John. “I’m okay, guys. Just...thanks for being here.”

Freddie set a takeout box on your leg. “We’ll always be here for you. You’re like our sister.”

You slowly took the takeout box, opening it up. The smell and Freddie’s comment made you feel tons better. You took a fork from Brian and dug in, almost inhaling the food.

Once you were done, you took a long, deep breath. “I think I’m gonna go back there.”

“And see James?” Roger asked.

“Yeah.” You stood up, brushing some crumbs off your shirt. “Someone stand outside the room in case anything goes wrong.”

Roger immediately shot up. “I’ll go.” He put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you back towards James’s room.

You stood at the door, hand on the knob, gathering the courage to twist it. Roger had an arm around your waist, holding you close to him for support. You leaned you head onto his shoulder, as if to absorb his energy. After several minutes of standing like that, you broke away from him and opened the door to James’s room.

You were shocked to find him awake. He was sitting up in bed, two IV’s in either arm, looking absolutely livid. When you opened the door, he looked over at you, and you could tell this wasn’t going to go well. You shut the door slowly.

“Hey (Y/n),” he started, “what happened?”

You blinked. You could tell he knew the full extent of what happened. “Um, y--you overdosed on cocaine.”

“Uh huh.” He looked off into space, seemingly deep in thought. “And yeah, whose fault was that?”

“Y-yours?”

“No!” he screamed. You backed up against the door, suddenly terrified. “No! It’s yours! You weren’t there to help me! You were out with friends, likely making a fool of yourself and me!”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, beginning to hyperventilate.

“If you look stupid, it makes me look bad! Hell, maybe you even cheated on me while you were out! Who the fuck knows?! Certainly not me! Certainly not you!” You could tell he still had drugs in his system, because his words were mushy and he wasn’t making much sense. “Why are you here anyway?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend,” you sobbed. “I care about you, you scared me. I thought you were going to die!”

“Like you’d actually care!” he screamed.

“How dare you?!” You stomped over to him, suddenly angry yourself. You stuck a finger in his chest, articulating your words. “I come home every night to take care of your drunks ass. I cook you meals when you’re hungover. I called the ambulance for you! How fucking dare you insinuate that I don’t care!”

James grabbed your wrist, twisting it and pulling you forward so his face was close to yours. You let out a yelp of pain, having to put your other hand on the bed to keep yourself from falling on him. “Don’t yell at me, sweetheart,” he growled, terrifying you. “You have no idea what I could do to you.”

You wrenched your arm out of his grasp, holding the place he’d had his hand on and backing away slowly. In that moment, you were genuinely scared he was about to kill you. “What happened?” you asked, tears falling freely. “What happened to the sweet, American boy I knew? The one who loved me and wanted the best for me? Where has he gone?! Where’s the real James!” You flew out the door when James began shifting to get out of bed.

Roger was still there, leaning against the wall with his ear pressed to it. He looked calm, but you knew that if he’d been listening, it was masking a storm of rage.

“I’m going to kill him,” he said. As his hand reached for the door, you quickly reached out and grabbed it, holding it gingerly.

“Please, just let him be. He’ll come around,” you said softly.

“No, he won’t!” Roger took his hand back, unleashing the storm you knew was there. “He’s had time to get better, to fix himself, and he hasn’t done jack shit!”

“Roger, please just drop it.” You wrapped your arms around him, only in need of some affection. He reciprocated your hug, running a hand up and down your back.

He sighed. “You’ll be okay. I promise.”

You stiffled a sob. “I know. It just doesn’t feel like it.”

---

You were the only “family member” James had in England, so you stayed with him at the hospital for the night. Once visiting hours were over, the band had to go home, albeit reluctantly. Roger had told the rest of Queen about what had happened, but he did it in the cafeteria where you couldn’t hear and, subsequently, relive the moment. None of them wanted to leave you alone with the madman, but they just weren’t allowed to stay.

You sat in the chair in James’s room, staring at his sleeping figure. One recurring thought you’d had for a while was that he looked so peaceful while he slept. You could almost reach across the bed and run your hand through his jet black hair that you loved so much. You could almost pretend it was like the college days. Lunches together, joking around and sharing food. Study dates, which always ended up in the corner of the library, kissing and hoping no one was looking. After sex, how you’d cuddle and he’d run his fingers along your waist, tickling you and making you smile. In his sleeping state, you could almost pretend you weren’t falling in love with your best friend and that this man was still a good person.

But then he’d stir, and the feelings were gone.

---

After another day on watch at the hospital, James was allowed to go home. You’d called Brian to come and get you both, because you knew Roger would cause a scene and you weren’t in the mood to deal with it. James was in a wheelchair next to you as you watched Brian pull up to the curb. You helped James into the back seat and you went and sat in the passenger seat.

James brooded the whole way home. Brian caught you up on what you’d missed at the studio, and you told him about the random things you’d seen in the hospital waiting room and cafeteria. You left out anything related to James.

Brian dropped you off at your house and made you promise to call him if any troubles arose. You thanked him, giving him a hug before assisting James into the house.

Your boyfriend went straight for the fridge, pulling out a can of beer. You came up behind him, yanking it out of his hand. “Hey!” He turned to you, grabbing your wrist. “Give it back.”

“No,” you replied firmly. “The doctor said no more alcohol. You need to see that therapist like he suggested.”

“There’s no way in hell you’re getting me to see that bitchy therapist.” James used his other hand to yank the beer out of your hand, pushing you backwards until you fell. He stepped over you on his way out of the kitchen. “Now leave me alone.”

You stood up, trying to contain your anger. You’d decided that you couldn’t be sad about this asshole anymore; it was time to stop taking his shit.

“James Lewis Mathers, you get back here this instant!” You stormed out into the living room, glaring at him as he sat down in his chair. “If you want to stay in this house, a few things are going to have to change.”

He chuckled darkly. “Nice try, sweetheart. I’m the one with a paying job. I pay the bills and the rent. You have no power to kick me out.”

“Right, and when was the last time you went to work?” you asked.

James looked around awkwardly. “A couple weeks…”

“Mmm hmm.” You shook your head, putting you hands on your hips.

“Oh, and when was the last time you got paid for something?” he asked, standing up. “Last time I checked, your money was being used for coffee for that stupid band.”

“Don’t you dare call them stupid!” you shouted. “Queen has been there for me more than you ever have!”

“Right, which is why you’re still in the same shitty apprenticeship position after almost, what, four years? Five?” he retorted.

“At least I’m able to enjoy myself in the studio!” you screamed. “At least Roger knows how to treat me!”

James blinked, frowning. “I didn’t say anything about Roger.”

You tried to ignore the dump of adrenaline into your system. “The whole band,” you stumbled. “That whole band is more of a family to me than you are.”

James nodded. “All right. Whatever. Think what you want.” He sat back down, opening the beer. You sighed, turning into the bedroom and locking the door. He could sleep on the couch for once.

---

“Don’t tell me how to play drums if you can’t even hold a drumstick properly!” Roger nabbed said drumstick out of Brian’s hand, rolling his eyes. “Let me play my own bloody instrument, you stick to yours.”

“But it sounds clunky and weird!” Brian responded. “It sounds like you’re drumming just to drum, not keep a beat.”

“Oh, go cry about it.” Roger sat down on the couch next to you, drumming the sticks on his knee.

“No, I won’t! We’re working on this together, we have to agree on shit!”

Paul Prenter, who had decided to start showing up to recording sessions, looked back and forth between the men. He refused to look at you. “Maybe if Roger--”

“Butt out!” Roger said, not even giving Paul a glance as he lit a cigarette that hung off his lip. “This has nothing to do with you.” Paul nodded, pressing his lips together.

Sheffield, who was sitting at the soundboard, put his head in his hands. “Boys, we’ve got to release this album in a week. That’s ONE. WEEK! And we’re not even close to done with the finishing touches on recording. So someone get in there and record Roger’s drumming part!”

Roger stood up, handing his cigarette to you. You stuck the thing between your lips, figuring he wasn’t going to want it later. He slowly meandered into the recording room. You wondered why he was being fairly nonchalant (for himself) today. Sheffield groaned, hitting his head down on the switch board. Roger sat down at his drums, playing some random beat.

“See?” Brian shouted. “That sounds better than what he was trying to play!”

“Darling, please just relax,” Freddie said from his position next to Paul. “What Roger’s doing sounds fine and I’m sure you couldn’t do better, so please let him do his thing.” Brian groaned and turned towards Roger, watching him do his thing.

---

Roger somehow managed to convince you to go out again, along with the rest of the band this time...and Paul. But no one except Freddie was paying attention to him.

The six of you sat down at a table in a different bar than from a few nights ago. Freddie ordered a round of shots for everyone, and you politely gave yours to Roger. He downed both in quick succession, not even seeming phased.

You could tell something was bugging him. Brian had picked on him at least ten more times back at the studio and he’d hardly responded.

“Hey,” you said, nudging him with your elbow. “What’s the problem?” When he just shook his head, you let out a sigh. “C’mon Roger. You can trust me.”

“But you apparently can’t trust me.” He grabbed another shot, downing it while you tried to figure out what to say.

“And what the hell does that mean?” you asked.

“It means you don’t trust me enough to not cause a scene around your boyfriend.” Before you could say anything else, he continued, “I don’t know why you didn’t want me to take you two home from the hospital. I mean, we’ve always gone to each other for everything and suddenly Brian is more helpful?”

“Oh look, a...thing...across the room…” Brian stood up awkwardly and walked away before he could be further dragged into the conversation.

“Roger, what are you talking about? I’m not crazy for wanting to avoid a fist fight!” you exclaimed.

“I know! But I can control myself. I’m not just some...violent heathen.” He suddenly looked extremely sad.

“Okay, but you were pissed off, and when you get pissed off, we both know you get violent,” you explained. “I know that’s not your defining characteristic, but--”

“But it’s prominent enough that that’s what everyone thinks about when they think about me.”

You shook your head. “Roger, it was just a car ride home. It’s not like I’m replacing you with him.”

Roger rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He stood up, walking away into the crowd.

“Rog--” you called out, being interrupted by Freddie.

“Darling, it’s okay. He’s just already tipsy and emotional about...something. Just give him a day.” You noticed that Freddie was leaning towards Paul.

You nodded, actually grabbing a shot and tipping your head back, feeling the liquor burn down your throat. You stuck your tongue out; your lack of drinking experience still made shots difficult. But you were more particularly inclined to forget your life for the night.

---

Seven shots later and you were drunk as you’d ever been. But it didn’t make anything feel better. In fact, it just made you cry.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” you sobbed, your head on John’s shoulder. “Why is my life so confusing?!”

“(Y/n), you’re drunk,” he said, patting your head. “You need to go home and sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“But in the morning I’ll have to face James and Roger and deal with my problems!” You began to cry harder.

“Okay, well, doing shots isn’t going to help either,” he said.

“Stop making sense!” you yelled, pushing yourself off of him.

Whatever John said next was ignored; you’d caught sight of a certain blond across the room. You leaned over a little to try and see what he was doing. Your heart shattered when you saw a gorgeous, tall, skinny brunette woman in his lap, who was sucking on his neck. He was smirking, completely oblivious to your gaze.

You stumbled out of your seat, heading for the door. “(Y/n)?” John called after you. “(Y/n), please don’t--”

You waved him off, shoving the door of the bar open and walking out into the windy night.

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[graylinesspam]

I’ve had this idea for a Soul Eater Drag racing AU for going on a year now, the problem is I have no plot line. Like literally I have an evil corporation, integrated antagonists, protagonists, backstory, and life goals. BUT NO DAMN PLOTLINE. So I’m gonna drop my notes below and see if anyone wants to adopt the idea, partner with me to write it or even just encourage me to do so, I just feel like this idea has to be out there.

Blackstar (Blake Estrella)

drag race rookie called monkey. Reps gas monkey hardcore. Drives barefoot and uses both feet. Big ole ears. Works at Sid’s shop. Drives a bike named Nebula. Low key Maka named it and painted it. A beutiful galaxy design with a gaudy burning star searing the right side. Also building a classic truck from the ground up. Notorious for wearing out his brake pads and smoking the track. Also called mouth for obvious reasons. Spends his free time working in a food truck.

Kid (Dean Mortimer) A rich boy comes down to the slums for some thrills. Tries to establish himself as a racer but doesn’t want to take the risks to win. Has a record of coming out of every race scratch free. Calls himself Grim and his dodge challenger is electric calls it Beelzebub. Blue underglow lighting for that good esthetic. keeps his ID on the low but like doesn’t even change out of his suite to race.

Patty Kid’s personal mechanic. Runs around covered in grease stains. Helps out other racers too, mostly when not asked. Some kind of megalomaniac mechanic genius. Literally builds random shit. Amazing street artist too. But mostly just sticks to illegal graffiti. carries snacks in her pockets. is never seen without her pack. people are straight terrified of her. Sometimes makes offhanded comments like “don’t be afraid to disagree, I don’t leave bodies in ditches anymore.” or more likely “you look just like that guy I shot”

Liz kids personal “trainer” slash girlfriend. Keeps patty in line and runs off anyone trying to figure out his identity. Runs interference with the feds. Also acts as a personal assistant. Works for death tech during the day and spends her nights with kid downtown. Lives on energy drinks. Usually seen wearing shiny or patterned fitted tops. Dark or leather pants and a fur-lined jacket hanging off one shoulder. With cowboy boots. Also proper secretary wear. Used to race bikes and was a bookie before kid got ahold of her. Still has some major respect down in the slums. used to work the neighborhood across from Madusa’s territory. 

Tsubaki Bike racer. Hits up drag races sometimes for extra cash. Works as a small-time business owner. Sells clothing to drag girls. Hand made and good quality. Organizes an annual DRAG race. as in for all our crossdressing racing queens.

Maka Works in bike maintenance. rolls around the bike and car shows. Mechanic. Self-taught to fix just about anything. Builds custom pieces in Sid’s shop. Literally takes a couple days to study up for custom requests. Had to start to pay bills when her mom left. Races very occasionally when she really needs the money. Some call her broadway cause she’s got a thing about musicals. Acts part-time in local shows. Uses her winnings to pay off her dad’s gambling debt. Also just to keep a roof over his head. Trying to fund her way thru nursing college. Doesn’t realize death tech is crooked when she applies for their scholarship. Arachne ends up using it against her.  mostly loves painting cars. you need a good paint job you hit up Maka. lives in her overalls. literally owns like two drawers of clothes so she has her racing clothes, school clothes, or work clothes. 

Sid Owns a garage on the low side. Gets paid really well to keep his mouth shut about races. Keeps his business real legit. Doesn’t gamble or ever get directly involved in the races but most riders know if you need something you go to Sid. Both Maka and Blackstar work in his shop with Hiro and Harver. He’s Ox’s usual mechanic. No criminal record but is always on the radar since he’s got straight scary connections. Members from both gangs who happen to participate in races go to Sid. It’s a no conflict zone. In fact, there’s a drop-off, pick-up, policy. No loitering. 

Nygus

parol officer. Married to Sid. Lives above the shop with him. She spends most of her time working with the kids in the area that have gotten themselves into some bad shit. Is really against the gangs. Is real serious about cleaning up the neighborhood. Anyone trying to get out of the life goes to her. Additionally, she has a don’t snitch policy with the gangs. She watches her kids and dead-end druggies but doesn’t get involved with the politics. The bosses leave her alone and she keeps her mouth shut.

Soul Lives out of his brother’s studio downtown. Trying to get a place of his own. Takes the train down further into the dregs to make money. Not good at holding a job but he can race well enough. Has a classic Harley Maka eventually supes up for him. Keeps his bike in Kid’s garage so he doesn’t have to lug it around with him. Wes doesn’t know and definitely wouldn’t approve. Is pretty new to the scene. Childhood friends with Kid and the only one besides the twins who knows his ID. Calls his bike Etta but not many people know. Mostly refers to her as baby. Also has some serious art skills. Maka tries to talk him into becoming a tattoo artist but he can’t afford it right now. Refuses to take any more of his parent’s money. 

Stein Old drag race legend ends up the illegal doctor everyone goes to see when they aren’t hurt enough for the hospital. Definitely crazy. Dabbles in mechanics. Drives around in a crazy truck that looks like six different vehicles welded together. Some call him the butcher. Damn can that monster race too. Sometimes he just shows up to races to crash them. Doesn’t bet or make money, just shows up and destroys everyone else. Is a voodoo doctor. Will literally give you a bag of chicken feet to out under your porch. But also good at stitching up cuts. 

Medusa A bookie who fixes races. Gets Crona on the track with his twin Ragnarok. Their bikes are Apocalypse and the end. Lives in the territory of a gang called the witches. Used to be an active member. You can’t really leave the gang but she’s not contributing. Wasting her time trying to cheat people out of cash.

Arachne Medusa’s boss. Brought her into the gang. Keeps people off her back but calls in favors she cannot refuse. Is chairman for Death tech, one of the world’s leaders in medical technology. Has doctors on back order. Technically funding stein’s research but doesn’t know he’s experimenting on kids. Gives poor people free treatment in exchange for being a guinea pig for new tech. Lots of people in Death City work for branches of death tech. Racing on the tracks and drags ways is perfectly legal but gambling or making money off the races is not. Also street race cross over and gang involvement makes it all more dangerous.

#Soul Eater #Au #Dragrace #up for adoption #concept #idea #please do something with this