#business things nothing to be concerned about nothing spooky scary

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hiiii 😊 i LOVE your writing, especially shy!reader!! i heard you wanted more spooky/angsty requests, so...

maybe one with eddie where they're camping with the group around halloween and everyone is telling scary stories around the campfire, but reader gets really scared and doesn't wanna hear any more, but she can tell eddies having so much fun that she doesn't say anything. eventually eddie notices something's wrong but reader won't tell him what, then he figures it out and comforts her?

ty lovie! hope you like it! — eddie comforts you when your imagination runs too wild, maybe a little more than best friends are supposed to (shy!reader, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, 1.5k)

fictober leftovers (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You know you shouldn’t be as scared as you are, but you keep torturing yourself anyway.

Robin Buckley, as it turns out, has about the same storytelling abilities as Edgar Allan Poe. She spins a web of horror with nothing but a couple wretched words and a wild imagination. Lit up orange by the simmering campfire, you listened to her in wide-eyed horror — like a child just learning about the boogeyman.

She’s stomping out that fire now, laughing loud and pretty after telling Nancy some dirty joke, and acting like she didn’t just get done telling the gnarliest ghost story of all time. You’re frozen on the rickety bench that overlooks the pitch-black lake, too busy convincing yourself that there’s a figure in the treeline — a Jason Vorhees equivalent on his way to murder you in your sleep.

Eddie’s sitting beside you, though. The warmth of his presence puts you at ease, like a belly full of food or a warm bed. You nearly jump out of your skin when he rises from the picnic table.

“Me and Steve were gonna go smoke,” he tells you, pulling a smushed carton of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. “You okay here?”

You blink at him for a moment. It takes you a second too long to hear him, having been so stuck in your own head. You don’t trust your voice, so you just nod and try your best to smile something convincing. It’s a grimace, at best.

Eddie sees right through you. You’re rarely so passive with him. He’d only asked ‘cause he doesn’t like to smoke around you much. He knows you don’t like it. Now he’s scared he might’ve offended you in some way.

“You sure?” he presses, bushy brows pinched in concern.

You nod again, much slower this time and far more dramatic.

Eddie smiles down at you, pink and lopsided. This quiet, sarcastic version of you is much more familiar. “Well, are you gonna speak, or are you gonna do the not-talking thing for the rest of the night?”

He flicks a strand of your hair. You squint. What not-talking thing? you’d argue if he didn’t know you so damn well. Instead, you just tell him, “I’m okay,” in the firmest tone your mousy voice can muster.

“Do you wanna come with?”

He cocks a thumb over his shoulder, where Steve’s brave figure ventures up the darkened trail to his dad’s lakehouse. You cower under the weight of his chocolate stare, wringing your clammy hands in your lap. 

“Is that okay?” you ask in response.

Eddie scoffs. “Of course, it’s okay! Want you everywhere I go.”

You try not to get all flustered about it. Friends aren’t supposed to burn up like a stove-eye when their best friend is nice to them. It’s impossible not to, though, when Eddie’s leather-clad arm wraps around your shoulders — to keep you close, maybe, or to keep you warm. 

Your stomach is in knots about it either way.

You lean further into his warmth. He smells like cologne and boy and a weekend on a lake. You wrap your arms around yourself when a crisp breeze prickles your skin. You clench your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering.

Eddie sees everything you hide from him and holds you tighter. “Told you to wear a jacket.”

“It was warmer earlier!” you retort without missing a beat.

“Well, that’s why you listen to me.”

“I didn’t have a jacket big enough to wear over my sweater!”

“I told you to borrow mine, you loon!”

“But then you would’ve been cold!”

The married couple arguing fills the darkened woods, illuminated only by a dim moon and some amber lanterns hung every couple yards. Something rustles in the pitch-black, and the bickering ceases. 

Your heart lurches into your throat. You gasp, almost cartoonishly so, and your sneakers scuff along the gravel when you freeze.

Eddie laughs it off like he always does. The warm, honeyed, boyish noise doesn’t comfort you like it usually does. “It’s okay,” he tries to assure you through his chuckling, squeezing your shoulder with a warm hand. “It’s probably just, like, a rabbit or something.”

You remain frozen and unswayed. “Sounded heavier than a rabbit…”

“What? You are, like, an expert on wildlife now?” Eddie teases, if only to make you smile. You do, but just barely. He holds you tighter and juts his chin back to look down at you, grinning wide to make up for the lack of yours. “You spend one weekend in a cabin, and suddenly you’re a know-it-all on nature?”

You start smiling wider despite yourself. The sparkly feeling Eddie swirls in your chest is much more powerful than the tiny, lingering fear in your tummy.

“I just know what footsteps sound like, dork.”

The rustling returns, louder now. Tree limbs crack when they’re broken beneath the weight of something definitely heavier than a rabbit. When two figures appear from the blackened forest, you stumble into Eddie on instinct. He presses you closer to him without thinking, pulling you backward from the lanky silhouettes across the trail.

One step closer, and the shadows have faces. Jonathan and Argyle stand shoulder-to-shoulder in the tall grass. They’re starry-eyed, gazes rimmed red. The latter lifts the hem of his t-shirt, forming a bowl of something you can’t see.

“Hey, brochachos!” Argyle greets, perhaps a little too loud for the late night.

Jonathan is the only halfway sober one of the two, so he notices the fright dancing in your features before his best friend can. He mumbles, much quieter in comparison to his brightly-dressed counterpart, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“The hell are you guys doing out here?” Eddie wonders with a partly forced laugh.

“Scavenging for mushrooms,” Argyle answers like it’s obvious. He brings down the bottom of his shirt and flashes the makeshift bowl of mushrooms he’s collecting there.

The brunette boy nods. Slow, dumbfounded, and a little impressed. “That is a… totally normal thing to be doing in the middle of the night… We’ll, uh— We’ll leave you to it, I guess.”

“I’ll make sure to save you some!” the Californian boy promises as the two of you head up the trail.

Eddie’s hold on you doesn’t waver. His leather arm is firm in its grip and its delegation to keep you close to his side. You’re halfway stumbling to keep up with his longer strides, but you don’t mind it. You’re just happy to be held. 

“You can breathe now, you know?” he teases. 

You manage a trembling laugh. You know you have nothing to worry about, but you’re still high-strung and worried without cause. “Sorry. I just… I don’t know— I got a little scared.” 

“Yeah. I can tell,” Eddie scoffs. “Feels like I’m hugging a rock right now.”

Your laugh is more genuine this time, but still a bit forced. Eddie can tell. You’ve been quiet all night, reserved and a little standoffish. You’ve always been a little timid in your way, just more than he’s used to now. 

“Was it those dumb ghost stories everyone was telling earlier? ‘Cause I said we shoulda just played Spin the Bottle instead.”

You lean further into him to nudge him with your shoulder. “It’s fine. I’m just a baby.”

“No, Robin is just the second coming of Stephen fucking King.”

“Yeah, that’s also probably true,” you concur with a shrug, feigning a sort of nonchalance despite your racing mind. “My imagination is just… a little crazy sometimes.”

“Trust me, I know,” Eddie sighs, then slows down so he can face you more. His features are softened beneath the amber glow — more so when he gazes at you with a honeyed fondness you’re not entirely sure two friends are supposed to have for each other. 

You’re cold when he unwraps his arm from around your shoulders — warm again when he holds your cheek in a calloused palm. You hope you’re not burning him with how hot your face has gone.

“I wanna know what’s going on in here,” he murmurs quietly, tapping a ringed finger to your temple.

“It’s a scary, scary place,” you joke back. It’s mostly true, but you figure it’s easier than saying that your brain is so often filled with thoughts of him.

“Well, I’ll protect you from whatever nasty horrors your mean ol’ brain conjures up,” Eddie promises, nose scrunched and dark eyes sparkling.

Your chest swells with a foreign warmth, so hot it burns. “Thanks, Eds,” you mumble, trying your hardest not to melt into a puddle at his feet. The two of you fall into stride once more.

“I’ll even let you sleep in my bed and put your cold feet on me if you want.” He offers it begrudgingly. Like it’s some kind of burden. He doesn’t mind it, though. He’d beg you for it if you wanted him to.

You scoff and roll your eyes. “How chivalrous.”

“You’ll have to put up with Harrington’s snoring, though.”

The two boys are sharing one room while the rest of you girls share the other. You pinch your brows and flash him a pointed look. “Eds, you snore.”

His face screws up in offense. “I do not!”

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NMFTG ch 18

Spooky Scary Seth Schemes

ao3: post ravens game party and Halloween

Neil had nothing to do with it. He’d been minding his business on Abby’s couch, watching the others drink after the Raven’s game. He’d been quiet. Unobtrusive. And yet, he was still getting dragged into the middle of everyone’s shit. 

It started with Seth doing three shots in a row and then staggering to his feet to go stand in front of Andrew. Each action more concerning than the last. 

“Bitch-ass-” Seth cleared his throat, shook his head. “Andrew, Minyard, what would it take for you to let us come to your club on Halloween?” 

Neil wondered if Seth had taken one too many exy balls to the head when no one was looking. 

Everyone started talking at once. 

“WHAT?!” Nicky yelled over everyone. “You know it’s a gay club right?” 

“WHATEVER IT TAKES!” Seth yelled back. “We need to beat those bird fucks into the ground and that means being a team!” 

“Exy,” Kevin said with a grand gesture of his hand. He turned to Andrew. “Exy?” He repeated. 

“Your lack of concern for the sport was your only redeeming quality,” Andrew said, he looked at his glass for a moment, considering. Everyone was silent. “You can all come,” he decided, shocked glee took up half the room. “If Neil agrees- costumes are required.” Andrew added. 

Everyone fell apart, Andrew drinking his whiskey without a care as the room devolved into complaints and frowns. Except for Aaron, who looked at Neil in fear. 

“Neil, Neil-” He started to beg. 

Neil wanted nothing to do with this. He wanted no part in halloween or in being an ultimatum. The cries and sad groans of the majority of the room knew that. Which was precisely why Andrew had pinned it all on him. He had bet on Neil loving nothing more than not doing things. 

Only Aaron knew. 

Only Aaron knew that there was one more thing Neil enjoyed far more than isolating himself and minding his own business. 

Annoying Aaron Minyard. 

“You know what?” Neil said, making direct eye contact with Aaron. “Just for you Aaron, I’ll agree to go.” 

Aaron started swearing as everyone else cheered. Andrew’s face twitched. 

Nicky and Matt both jumped and tackled Neil off the couch. “No, no, thank Aaron, this is on him.” Neil yelled from under his teammates. 

“I HATE YOU.”

Neil already knew that both Minyards were going to take issue, but he would stand by his decision. Besides there was a solid chance someone would kill him before Halloween anyways. And agreeing had increased the likelihood of it being Andrew or even Aaron maybe. 

Later, when the team stopped mauling Neil and went back to drinking and being obnoxious, Neil saw Andrew slip outside to smoke. Whatever Andrew’s response was, Neil wanted to get it out of the way, so he too slipped out of Abby’s house.

“Tell me, Neil, will you be dressing as one of your cartoon characters or another one of your identities?” 

“I’ll be a ghost, I think I have an extra white sheet back at the dorms.” 

“Torturing Aaron, cutting up bedsheets, I seem to recall you making promises to not cause problems?” 

“I would never say that, my existence is a problem, can I have a cigarette?” 

Andrew put his entire hand over Neil’s face to shove him away. “Go be a problem somewhere else, before I kill you.” 

Neil momentarily debated the merits of dying right then and there, but went inside anyways. 

The atmosphere was sky high considering they’d versed the Ravens and Neil didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol, because Kevin hadn’t been negative about anyone’s playing, or because Neil had agreed to go to Edens. 

Neil figured that if at any moment on Halloween he decided he regrets agreeing it would be easy to get Andrew to put him out of his misery. Or maybe even Aaron, considering how much he hated everyone. 

Neil decided to put it out of his mind and find a corner of Abby’s to pass out in until it was time to go back to the dorms. He sat himself down on a chair and shut his eyes.

Apparently everyone was staying the night. A fact Neil didn’t realize until he woke up the next morning still on Abby’s recliner. With a crick in his neck and the site of all the upperclassmen passed out around the room. 

Neil picked his way across the room, avoiding stepping on Matt, Dan, and Seth- as they had taken the floor. Allison and Renee sharing the couch. 

He found Abby in the kitchen drinking coffee and accepted a cup from her before heading out. She informed him that the cousins and Kevin were upstairs. The walk back was maybe half an hour, maybe an hour. Neil didn’t care, he was peopled out and fairly confident that a morning with all of the Foxes in one house would be one he’d regret. 

He’d go back to the dorms and catch up on the schoolwork that the Ravens had made impossible to focus on. 

And that’s what he did, powering through his various beloved math assignments before starting the trudge through an english assignment. Which proved less to be identifying metaphors in poetry and more a test of Neil’s patience.

The upperclassmen came back while he was still staring at the paper. Neil thinks someone might have asked him something, but he could not hear a word over his own grumbling as flipped back and forth between pages in the textbook. 

A steady, hard knock- completely unfamiliar and unrecognizable as any of his teammates- startled Neil out of his focus. 

His heart rate immediately jumped and Neil got up, opening the door, his entire body tense.  

The man who had knocked was a cop. He wasn’t in uniform, just jeans and a button up, but he stood like a cop. He also had those shiny cop shoes. And Neil wasn’t a complete moron. 

Neil immediately started the shut the door. The cop held up a hand and kept it from shutting. 

“Hey now, I’m just looking for Andrew Minyard.” 

“Don’t know him, have a nice day.” Neil tried to shut the door again. 

“Kid, I know the Exy team is on this floor,” the officer struggled to keep the door open and his voice even. “Just tell me where to find Andrew, I just wanna talk to him.” 

                                      “Wow, that’s great, good luck, good bye.” 

Dan opened the door across the hall, looking at the cop and Neil. 

“Hey, is everything okay out here?” She asked, her voice shifting in Captain mode. 

“Hi, good afternoon, I’m looking for Andrew Minyard?” Officer Fuckwad said. 

“And you are?” Dan asked. 

Officer Fuckface turned around and held out a hand. “Officer Higgins with Oakland PD, I just want to talk to him, if you could let me know where to find him that’d be great.”

Dan looked at Officer Higgins hand for a moment before shaking it, her smile strained. “Well, he’s out at the minute, but why don’t you give me your number and I’ll tell you when he’s back.” 

Neil wasn’t sure what was worse, a cop in the dorms or out loose on campus without supervision. He also had the sneaking suspicion that Dan wasn’t going to call Andrew to let him know about the cop. And that Neil would get the blame for this surprise somehow. 

Neil pulled out his phone with a scowl, it was on low battery but still operational. And jabbed at it until it was calling Andrew Minyard. 

Dan looked at him in concern and Neil gave her back a dead look. 

He picked up on the second ring, “meep, meep,” Andrew said. “You know, Casper, I didn’t think you knew how phones worked.” 

“Casper?” Neil asked. “Wait, nevermind, there’s a cop at the dorms looking for you.” 

“What?”

“His name’s Officer Higgins, don’t be surprised.” Neil hung up the phone. 

“I thought you didn’t know Andrew?” Officer Higgins asked. 

Neil debated whether or not the man would be willing to stand in the hall for however long it took Andrew to get back. But ultimately decided cops weren’t the patient type.

“Yeah, I just remembered,” Neil held open the door. “Oh, won’t you please come in Officer?” 

Higgins went into the dorm and Neil gestured to the couch. Watching him until he sat down on it. 

“Neil-” Dan started. 

“Cop stays where I can see him,” Neil told her, grabbing a textbook from his desk to prop open the door. 

“I guess, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Higgins said. 

“Take it however you want,” Neil shrugged. 

He leaned himself against his desk, not wanting to sit down or relax in the slightest while he waited for Andrew to come deal with his problem. 

Dan sighed heavily and shut the door to her dorm, coming into Neil’s and leaning next to him. 

“So, what are you doing out of California?” She asked in a light tone. 

“I’m on unofficial business, just need to talk to Andrew where he can’t hang up on me.” 

“Is he in some kind of trouble, Officer?” She asked. 

“No, not at all. Like I said, I just want to talk.” 

Neil thought South Carolina was an awfully long way to go from California for ‘just a talk,’ but he’d already involved himself enough. Especially considering the cop was from the state Neil had ‘unlawfully disposed of a body’ and all. 

So, Neil kept his mouth shut and his eyes on Higgins while Dan made small talk about sports and planes and shit. 

It only took Andrew fifteen minutes to come stomping down the hall. 

“Oh, Pig Higgins,” Andrew had a manic grin as he appeared in the open doorway. “You are a long, long way from home.” 

“Andrew,” Higgins said. “We need to talk.” Higgins stood up from the couch. Neil and Dan both stood up straight. Neil, ready to usher everyone out at the first opportunity. Dan, ready to interfere- probably- like the good team captain she is. 

“We talked, remember?” Andrew said. “I told you not to bother me.” 

“You said not to call you,” Higgins said. “Just give me a few minutes, won’t you, for old times’ sake? I came all the way out here to see you. Doesn’t that get me any sort of consideration?” 

Andrew shook his head with a laugh. Neil wondered when all of these people would get the fuck out of his dorm. He’d thought, surely, Andrew wouldn’t want to talk to the cop in front of him and Dan. But Andrew stayed in the doorway. 

“You didn’t come out here for me,” Andrew said. “You came on a witch hunt I already said I wouldn’t help you with. Give me one good reason to not cut your throat, would you?” 

Dan hissed under her breath, but Higgins looked completely unfazed by the threat. “I was wrong. I know that now. The investigation on him turned up nothing.” 

“I warned you,” Andrew said, unsympathetic. 

“We were looking at the wrong person, weren’t we? I think I’ve got it right this time, but I can’t do anything without a complaining witness. The other kids won’t speak up. They don’t trust me that much. You’re all I’ve got.” 

Regret, regret. Why did Neil bother? To get long conversations about things he didn’t understand and close proximity to cops. He should have shoved the cop into Dan’s dorm room and let the upperclassmen interrogate him. 

“Kids? Kids, plural. You only mentioned one last time, Pig. How many are you talking about? How many has she had?” Andrew asked. 

“You wouldn’t care about the number unless there really was something there for me to find,” Higgins detected, wow, what a cop. “Just yes or no, Andrew. That’s all I want. That’s all I need right now. I’ll give you a name, you give me an answer, and I promise I’ll go away.” 

“You promise. You’ll break that promise inside a week, Pig. Don’t pretend otherwise. Do I have to walk you out to make sure you leave or will you-”

“Drake,” Higgins interrupted. 

“How many kids, Pig?” Andrew asked after a long moment. 

“Six, since you,” Higgins said. 

Andrew turned and left, Higgins following after him. The stairwell door slamming behind them both. Neil looked out into the hallway and saw both Aaron and Nicky standing with baffled and worried expressions. 

Neil decided it wasn’t his business if Andrew killed a cop and went to sit back down at his desk. 

“You said this wasn’t going to be a problem,” Dan said to Nicky. 

“I said if it was, Andrew would handle it,” Nicky argued. 

“Out, out, do this away from me, it isn’t my problem.” Neil shooed Dan out of his dorm. 

“You involved yourself, I was gonna make Higgins wait at the coffee shop!” 

“Oh, great, a cop loose on campus looking for Andrew, that won’t cause problems.” Neil gently pushed Dan the rest of the way out the door. 

“What do you know about this, Josten?” Aaron asked, in a tight voice. 

“Nothing, and I’m keeping it that way.” Neil shut the door behind Dan, resolute in his mantra of minding his own terminal bullshit. 

After Neil decided his English assignment was as done as it was gonna get, he went out back to smoke in the grass. Andrew was already there. 

Neil sat down and lit his cigarette, taking one long inhale to get it going before just holding it in front of his face. 

“It’s your turn,” Andrew said after a while. 

Neil looked at him. Andrew was still on his pills, tapping his hands against his restless legs as he smoked. Andrew didn’t look at Neil, just kept looking out at the field. 

“Okay,” Neil looked away from Andrew. “Who’s Casper?” 

Andrew laughed. “A cartoon ghost.” 

That tracked. Neil wondered if Andrew would run out of nicknames before Neil died. 

“It's your turn.” Neil said. 

“You called me.” Andrew didn’t ask. 

But Neil decided to answer anyway. “If you kill me, I’d like to incite it on purpose. The cop knocked on my door first.” 

“What is your issue with phones?’ Andrew finally asked. 

Neil contemplated arguing about what constitutes a question. But decided to just let Andrew have an extra, considering earlier. “Phone calls have never been a good thing; I threw my last one into the ocean.” 

“And you call me dramatic.” 

“You are, you’re whole,” Neil gestured to the entirety of Andrew's person. “The all black clothes, the knives, that I’m sure you keep next to a thesaurus- considering how you talk. Dragging me out to your secret lair in Columbia-” Andrew shoved him. “Drama queen.” Neil told him. 

“Ask your question and stop being a nuisance.” 

“Why are you letting everyone come to Halloween?” 

“It won’t make a difference,” Andrew shook his head. “If the idiots want to try and fail at being a team they can do it where I get discounts on alcohol.” 

Neil figured that was fair enough. 

There were a few differences to Neil’s second trip to Columbia. For one, he was in the back of Allison’s car- with Allison, Renee, and Seth. And not sat between the Minyards as they tried to ineffectually kill him via elbow. He had all the room in the backseat, with an entire empty seat between Neil and Seth. 

The next difference was that apparently, someone had to call up Sweeties and reserve a table. Although with ten people that did make sense. They all squished thigh-to-thigh around the reserved table and made awkward conversation. 

Anytime anyone tried speaking to Aaron, he’d kick Neil under the table. Some sort of ‘you did this’ tax, Neil supposed. 

Andrew seemed to only be talking to his family and Renee. But he was still on his meds so he had the energy to spare answering direct questions from the others. 

Neil had carefully, thoughtfully, considered taking advantage of the sheet over his head and going to sleep. But decided to pay attention, due mostly to boredom and a post game adrenaline buzz still working through his system. 

Seth seemed fully set on making everyone talk to each other. He not only asked Andrew and Aaron direct questions, but also Nicky. Somehow listening attentively as Nicky talked about his major. 

“Neil, did you ever do Halloween as a kid?” Seth asked, when he decided it was time to ask Neil a question. 

Did watching actual real life murder and dismemberment count? “No,” Neil said. 

“Were your parents Mormon or something?” Allison asked. 

“No, they were not Mormon. I just wasn’t allowed outside- on my own.” He doesn’t know why he elaborates. He almost ends the sentence with allowed outside, some don’t alert a mandated reporter instinct kicking in to change the end at the last second like a good little mafia kid. 

“Neil, sweetie, with everything I hear about your parents,” Allison said. “They sound like joyless dirtbags. Even my useless parents let me go trick or treating.” 

“Allison,” Dan admonished. 

“I’m not arguing,” Neil shrugged. He definitely never saw either of them happy. “Trick or treating seems frivolous, but dirtbag is probably too nice of a word.” If the Foxes called Andrew a monster, he can’t imagine what they’d call his parents. 

“I- I can’t tell- Neil, please take off your costume. I can’t take the two eye holes seriously,” Nicky begged. 

“No, if I have to wear a costume, you all need to deal with me wearing it.” Neil thought his was better than everyone else’s anyways. His ghost costume was just a sheet with holes, yes, but it offered full coverage. And Neil had been under the impression costumes were supposed to disguise you. Everyone else was very clearly themselves but in silly outfits. 

Dan and Matt were dressed as greek gods. Allison and Seth as the couple from that musical Grease. Renee was a fairy. Nicky was a construction worker. Kevin was a roman warrior. Aaron a doctor- which really? He was basically just himself in a few years. And Andrew was a prison inmate, so- himself a few years ago. Neil had the only good costume.

Conversation somehow managed to flow. A stilted, meandering flow, as the Foxes dodged topics with all the grace of a car crash. But a flow nonetheless. 

Around dessert, Andrew slowed down considerably. Beginning his withdrawals. The upperclassmen, who Neil guessed only saw this at games and interrogations, all gave curious looks. But no one explained anything, a move Neil could respect. 

Kevin somewhat discreetly offered Andrew his pills, Andrew threatened to stab him. Andrew got a text, Nicky very undiscreetly asked who it was. It was “Bee,” the psychiatrist? 

Everyone started talking about the three adults in charge of the team. Yes, the psychiatrist. 

Neil wouldn’t expect Andrew to be so familiar with her. But that cop had known Andrew well enough to communicate with him semi-effectively. So clearly Andrew’s standards were different then Neil’s. A nickname alone meant nothing, Andrew was allergic to real names. But texts of halloween costumes, well that spoke to fondness. More than tolerating even. 

Neil knew, quite unwillingly, that Andrew had to see Dobson once a week as part of his probation. But now, Neil entertained briefly, over his half-eaten ice cream, that Andrew did so somewhat willingly? It seemed absurd. But so did Neil wearing a sheet over his head in fucking Columbia. So maybe Neil should stop expecting logic when it comes to the Foxes. 

They all got back into their respective cars to go to Eden’s Twilight. The bouncer raised an eyebrow at the number of people behind Andrew, but didn’t ask. The Foxes followed Andrew into the club and around as they searched for an empty table. 

Andrew gestured to one with two empty seats and then moved to go to the bar. Neil had the misfortune of being in his path and got dragged along by the sheet to help with drinks. 

Eden’s Twilight was still loud and obnoxious but the sheet that made up Neil’s shitty ghost costume acted as a decent barrier between him and the club. 

That guy that drugged Neil was still behind the bar, greeting Andrew with a grin. “All grown up and making friends?” he asked. “Never thought I’d see the day.” 

“I’ll tip you double if you never say such stupid things again.”

“Who’s in the sheet?” The bartender asked. 

“A ghost,” Andrew answered. 

The bartender started in on the drinks when Neil thought to ask. 

“No one’s getting drugged right?” 

“Not unwillingly,” Andrew answered. 

The bartender finished placing too many drinks on the troy and Andrew picked it up, nodding his head for Neil to lead the way back. 

They made it back to the table in one piece and Neil watched long enough to realize, unsurprisingly, that Andrew had told the truth and the drugs were in fact optional. Neil would have been more surprised back in September, but Andrew had kept his word on a lot since the last trip to Eden’s. Enough that Neil could admit that night was a poor example of him. 

Neil sipped at a soda and watched the crowds for the most part, the Foxes weren’t even really talking just working through the pile of drinks like it was their job. 

It was only after Andrew had taken off with Renee to get more drinks that Dan turned to Nicky to ask about Andrew being sober. At least that’s what Neil thought she asked, it was hard to hear anyone over the music.

“He’s not sober,” Nicky said. “Andrew hasn’t been sober in years.” 

Well Nicky said a lot more than that, as Nicky liked to do. But that was all Neil could make out from the edge of the group. 

Andrew and Renee came back with more drinks. 

Everyone but Renee and Neil drank. And everyone but Renee, Neil, Matt, and Seth took cracker dust. 

The table dispersed. Most of the Foxes going to dance, leaving behind Neil, Andrew, Renee, and Kevin. 

“Why don’t you drink?” Kevin asked, leaning in to make himself heard. 

“Alcohol has a time and a place,” is how Neil decided to answer. 

“And that isn’t the place and time it’s sold?’ Kevin asked, both Renee and Andrew paying attention to the conversation. 

“Not for me.”  

And again Neil wasn’t sure why he was answering, why he was wearing this stupid costume. 

But as Renee and Andrew started discussing some book they’ve both read, and Kevin sipped his drink. And Neil looked up at the crowd, picking out the other Foxes as they danced. Neil realized that he feels… content. 

Neil tapped his thumb against his soda can and thinks maybe he dreamed this. Freezing in Arizona on some quiet night, while his back ached with the lack of his mother. Or maybe he never made it out of Baltimore. And instead of showing him ten sad bloody years as he died, his brain invented this awful, beautiful thing. Because Neil isn’t just content, he’s happy. Or as close to it as he’s ever been. 

And that’s worse than loud music and too many people. It’s worse than dying. And Neil looked down at his glass but found his eyes searching out the Foxes again. And he doesn’t know what to do but he decides to blame Seth.

#nmftg #no more fucks to give #aftg #fanfiction #all for the game #fanfic

[janaeekook]

.Crimson lace.

pairing: bestfriend!seonghwa x reader (f)

warnings: dom!seonghwa, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe kids)

word count: 4.9k

The roads were winding, twisting through the expansive mountain scape around you, Small flakes of snow falling along the road. You were in the passenger seat of your best friends car, the radio softly playing some pop song that Seonghwa seemed to know word for word.

It was that time of year, Seonghwa's family and their annual trip to their cabin. The past years you and Seonghwa had gone up a day earlier than the rest of his family to take up all the supplies for the week and check that the generator still worked properly.

"So what movies are we going to watch tonight?" You asked, curious as to what we would do before his parents, aunts, uncles, siblings and cousins came up tomorrow.

"I'll leave that to you." He said glancing over to you from the drivers seat. You smiled widely, knowing which movies you'd pick for the movie night that had become a tradition.

The smile that masked your face didn't fade as you watched each dainty snowflake powder from the sky. It was exquisitely beautiful, the grey early January sky, the chill of the outdoors cut off by the cars heat and the warm starbucks coffee that warmed you from the inside.

You hummed tugging your legs into a crossed position in the seat, the paper cup still in your clutch. You inspected the glove box, nothing but crumpled napkins, registration and a small first aid kit.

"We're almost there." Seonghwa informed you.

"How did you-"

"You act like I haven't known you my whole life." He chuckled, "You get antsy after long car rides."

You chuckled, forgetting that Seonghwa was indeed your bestfriend, and had been for years. He knew practically everything about you, neither of you ever saw each other as more than bestfriends bound at the hip.

He'd seen you half naked, passed out drunk on the bathroom floor, three times through the notebook after your first breakup, and he was by your side through all of it. Nursing you to health, loving you when you thought no one would, and giving you endless support when your dad passed away.

His parents were the same growing up, knowing your mom was busy working overtime to pay the bills; you'd stay over, that was when you and Seonghwa really grew close, you sleeping on the floor of his dragon themed bedroom.

As your mind continued to reminisce, the car was pulling up to the large cabin, It was large enough to house all 17 of us with its 7 bedrooms. The parents and grandparents got their rooms, the younger kids shared rooms, the girls in one and boys in the other. But as you and Seonghwa got older you started sharing the last bedroom.

It wasn't weird for you, you'd been sharing a bedroom and bed with him since you were both 4. His relatives however always asked if the two of you were dating, and you'd laugh it off because to the two of you it was utterly ridiculous.

You stretched your tired limbs when you stepped from the warmth of Seonghwa's car into the brisk outside winter air, "We made it!" You exclaimed lightly in excitement.

Seonghwa's chuckle sounded warm enough to melt the falling snow all away, "Did you doubt we would?"

You shrugged, grabbing one of the many large boxes of food and supplies that were piled in the back of his car.

"You're a scary driver." You teased, feigning fright. He smacked your arm before grabbing a box as well.

"Excuse me I am a wonderful driver."

You giggled, stopping promptly as you reached the entry way, Seonghwa taking his keys and unlocking the large wooden door. You took a deep breath in as you stepped through the door, the cabin always had a distinct smell a mixture of sandalwood and crisp apple.

"Wait!" You gasped making Seonghwa who stood in the kitchen whip around to look at you in slight concern which quickly faded upon studying your face. Bright eyes and an excited smile as you continued to hold onto the box of food.

"What?" He couldn't contain the contagious smile that spread across his face.

"Can we make a fort for our movie night?"

"Let's get everything inside, and the generator going, first and then talk about the plan for the night, ok?" He said and you nodded quickly in agreement. He watched as you skipped back out the door, and he couldn't help the smile that drew at his lips.

Anyone watching them could see the love and adoration in his eyes, anyone and everyone, except you. Seonghwa had started to feel more for you, he loved you and he wanted you to know. But you were oblivious to the signs he'd been displaying the past 2 years. Sometimes he grew frustrated and just wanted to grab your face and kiss you— but at what cost? What if you didn't feel the same?

Well he knew you didn't, he was just your bestfriend and nothing more. He never tested that boundary for fear of losing you, he could never picture a life without you, it just didn't make sense.

"Hwa!" He was pulled from his thoughts by your voice, "Get out here and help me."

He chuckled, "Ya, ya." Following your words out the door

.

The generator rolled with a start, humming lightly. Seonghwa stood dusting off his hands as he stood from his previously squat position before leaving the small shed with a huff of satisfaction hurrying the short distance back to the insulated cabin.

"You got it?" You asked the second you heard him come through the door.

"Try the lights." he said, and so you did, the dark room quickly being illuminated by the warm light.

"Haha! Look at that!" You exclaimed, he always loved the excitement you got from the smallest things. Lights, electricity, something so simple and everyday and yet it brought you the upmost joy.

He wanted to tell you how cute you were, "Aww is someone afraid of the dark?" He joked instead.

"Very funny, If I recall correctly you were the one that just had to have his Spiderman night light plugged in."

He scoffed, "At least I don't cry at the sight of an insect."

"Arachnophobia is a very real thing, Seonghwa."

"Then I hope none are lurking around the cabin." He said in an attempted spooky voice, wiggling his fingers as he moved his arm toward you, which you proceeded to hit out of the way. You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Jackass." You said, and he only replied with his melodic laugh, You threw a folded blanket at his chest, "Now help me with the fort."

You both threw blankets over the couch and propped them on various chairs from about the cabin. Purposely leaving the fluffiest and nicest blankets for the inside, where you also strung fairy lights randomly. It was as magical and cuddly-cozy-warm as ever. You climbed in wrapping yourself in a blanket then opened your laptop in front of you, Seonghwa joining with an armful of snacks.

You hummed, grabbing a handful of popcorn, "You know the way to my heart, Park."

"Its like I'm your bestfriend or something."

"Hm, so 10 Things I Hate About You, ya?"

"Whatever makes you happy." He said with a smile. That's all he wished, for you to be happy, and if sitting here with you in a makeshift fort of blankets and fairy lights, with snacks that were bad for you and cheesy hallmark movies, was what made you happy— then so be it. If you insisted, he would sit there all the days of his life with you.

He sighed lightly to himself, You've got it bad Seonghwa. He thought, though he knew, he'd known. Falling helplessly in love with his bestfriend, who saw him as just that, her bestfriend.

How truly infuriating it must be for him to see you look at others and not even consider him. Though that wasn't your fault. You didn't know. He wished you'd notice, but you still hadn't. It had been years, every holiday, coming up to the cabin— falling asleep next to the other.

He looked over to you, your eyes shut and lips parted slightly. It was unbelievable, you always insisted on a movie night but Seonghwa knew you'd be asleep by the end of the first. That's just how you worked; he studied your sleeping face with a smile, tuning out the movie. He thought you looked beautiful, truly.

Unconsciously you scooted toward Seonghwa's warmth. His lips forming a sad smile as he watched his sleeping bestfriend cuddle into his chest. You'd always been cuddly, ever since childhood— as if you had been starved of physical affection your entire life. So you'd always found reasons to hug him, or others and be close to them, not wishing them the same fate.

This is how he'd fallen in love with you. Why, he'd fallen in love with you. Simply for you and your heart.

Though he was still a teenage boy, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, that night, heart racing, skin damp with sweat and his boxers straining against him. He wanted to curse at himself, to ignore it and go back to sleep. But you moving in your sleep forced him to fight off a moan as your ass pressed against him unintentionally.

He nearly jumped off the floor and right up hurrying to the bathroom, where he shut and locked the door, before leaning against it. He looked at the clock that quietly ticked on the wall, 3:45 am. He sighed, annoyed then pulled his sweatpants down just enough to take himself into his hand, pumping himself as he searched for relief. And he did, cumming over his hand as he whispered your name.

.

The next morning you woke up, Seonghwa no longer next to you. You looked out of the fort finding him sitting on an uncovered part of the couch, eyes fixated on the TV.

"Seonghwa?" You croaked out, he turned to glance at you, his cheeks red but you assumed it was from the cold, "What's going on?" He didn't actually respond just turned up the volume on the TV.

Breaking: All roads on the highway north are closed after an unexpected snow storm dumped at least 5 feet of snow in the middle of the night, authorities are advising residents to be patient as they work to clear the roads.

"We're snowed in." He finally said.

"So- what does that mean about your family coming up?"

"They're not." His voice seemed strained, as if full of dread.

"Jeez, I can't be that awful to be around." You joked before stalking off into the kitchen to make some breakfast.

What you didn't know however was what truly was going through his head. This had to have been some twisted fate the universe had placed on him, working to test his strength in the process. How long could he hold out? How long could he restrain himself in these close quarters? Maybe it was the cold getting to his head, making him weaker.

"Do you want pancakes or waffles?" You asked from the kitchen, effectively knocking Seonghwa from his trance.

"Did you really just ask me that question?" He seemed borderline offended.

"Who else?" You snorted

"Waffles are 100 times better than pancakes, you know that." He stood walking into the kitchen and standing on the opposite side of the island.

"Excuse me? Pancakes are so much better than waffles, they're fluffy."

"But everything just spills off the top, waffles have indents to capture all of that flavor so you don't miss any of it. Plus pancakes are always raw in the center."

"Are not!" You turned around facing him fully now.

"Why'd you even ask me then if you like pancakes better."

"I don't know, maybe because I thought it was a simple question." You retaliated.

"Are we really fighting about pancakes and waffles?"

"Yes, now you can make your own breakfast."

"You're a pain in the ass." He said walking around the island and grabbing cereal from the cabinet.

"Dido." You said in a sing-song voice and smiled at him. He sighed, shaking his head at you with a smile across his own lips. This was what your friendship had always consisted of, joking play fights and comments. You were probably more comfortable around Seonghwa than your own family, partly because he felt like family to you. You threw a chocolate chip at him as he sat at the counter and you wondered in that moment what you would do without your bestfriend. The rest of the day passed at a snails pace, being snowed in only making you more aware of how seemingly little there was to do in the rather large cabin. You danced to music in the living room as Seonghwa laughed saying that you had 'not a single dancer bone in your body' to which you answered him by throwing a pillow at his head. That had led to a merciless pillow fight between you, which of course he ultimately won. Later in the day You sat, reading a book on the couch. You weren't exactly sure what the book was about, you had simply found it on the book shelf. It was interesting, interesting enough for you not to register that your bestfriend had entered the room again after having gone to change.

"Hey," He said, grabbing your attention, "I'm gonna go out, check the main roads. You gonna be ok?" Seonghwa asked pulling gloves onto his hands.

"Ya, I'll be fine." You smiled at him from the couch. When he walked out the door and you heard it close behind him you dropped the book, you needed to shower, and it'd just be easier if Seonghwa was out while you did.

You threw your hair in a bun as to keep it dry, stepping into the running water and washing your body. It was hot against your skin, and you sighed as your body relaxed. You took your time as the water ran over you. The past day had been a whirl-wind of surprises, with all the snow, we were able to call Seonghwa's family with the land line, but other than that there was no reception, No clear way to get home as the snow blocked the roads. The plows hadn't made it through the back roads. It wasn't too awful being stuck with Seonghwa-- if it was anyone other than your bestfriend you think you'd have pulled out all your hair already.  

Though not having your alone time already had you cranky, you sighed, washing your body. Finally feeling clean you shut off the water and stepped out, standing on the small shower mat you looked into the mirror, You allowed your eyes to scan you body decorated with water droplets. You felt-- pretty, as if your insecurities had been washed away, and saw your body for what it was, you. You smiled lightly before grabbing a towel and drying your skin. You left the humid bathroom and went to the bedroom, kneeling in front of your suitcase in hopes of finding something comfortable to wear. Though when you flipped open the lid you saw the crimson lace. You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the thought of why you even packed the scandalous piece of thin fabric. What were you even hoping to accomplish?  

You lifted the lingerie up, you bit your lip lightly, Seonghwa wasn't there it'll be fine if you wore if for a bit. right? You sighed again before you stood, dropping the towel, and letting it pool at your ankles. You pulled on the matching lace set, before looking over yourself in the full length mirror in the bedroom. It fit perfectly, and boy did it make your confidence soar. You felt empowered by your own body, beautiful. Any supposed imperfection, that prompted insecurities in your heart and mind, a mere reminder of how uniquely beautiful you were.

You weren't sure how long you stood there. But your heart stopped when the door was pushed open. Though you didn't yell, you didn't even move to cover yourself. No, you weren't frozen but deep down, you wanted him to see you-- even if you hadn't realized it.

"Hey, Y/n, the roads-" but he stopped mid-sentence when he was welcomed to the sight of you in next to nothing. His eyes seemed to cloud with a dark lust, you held your breath, he stepped closer, the tips of his fingers grabbed at one of the straps. His eyes fleeting over your body once more, as his fingers traced the crimson lace that covered your breast. His intense gaze met yours again when his hand fell away from your chest.

"What are you doing to me?" His voice a low whisper.

"You said you went to check the roads." Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, the way your bestfriends eyes ran over your body, drinking up each curve. It should have made you uncomfortable, but you couldn't help but feel desire creep into your thoughts.

"That was an hour ago."

"Oh." was all you could find in your mind to say. It was silent for a few beats before you decided to speak again, "Seonghwa."

"I need you to let me know if you're uncomfortable, because, I really don't want to hold back right now." You'd never heard Seonghwa sound so sultry before to someone, let alone yourself.

The whine that involuntarily slipped past your lips encouraged him to step forward and entrap your lips with his. It was a searing kiss, he pushed you back against the small desk that was behind you in the small bedroom.

You felt as the red lace of your panties pooled with arousal, your cheeks flushed, wondering how your childhood bestfriend made your body feel so uncontrollably hot, without even so much as a touch to your skin. He hiked you onto the small desk nudging your legs apart with his knee so he could stand between them.

"Was this your plan? Hm? Get me to lose control and fuck you?" His fingers traced your jaw hooking lightly under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. His eyes held a hard questioning gaze, you tried to shake your head no but he held your chin in place, "Use your words."

"No- no hwa."

"No? You sure darling? You just happened to be wearing this?"

"Yes." Your tone was soft as your confidence, for the first time since you were children, wavered under his gaze.

The corner of his lip quirked up lightly, "Am I making you nervous darling?" His cocky tone oozing from each word.

"Seonghwa-" your voice breathy as you looked up into his eyes, his fingers moved over the wet patch on your red lace panties.

"That needy baby? Hm?" He asked when you whined.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Make me feel good."

Nothing more needed to be said as his lips were on yours again need and want burning between you. You'd never felt it before, you'd never wanted someone to touch you intimately so badly, especially not Seonghwa. But there was something forbidden about his touch that made your body hot with desire.

He got to his knees before you, his face now parallel with your cunt. He kissed over the thin fabric and your breath shuddered. He thought you looked beautiful, the red lace complimenting your skin tone perfectly.

"God you're perfect." And with that he pushed the barrier of fabric to the side running his tongue through your slick folds. The noises you made only further expressing how needy you really were, it felt wrongfully right. His mouth on you bringing you to the edge quicker than you imagined possible and it was just his tongue, he didn't need anything more to pleasure you.

"S-seonghwa-" your head lulled back in response to the overwhelming pleasure, your eyes squeezing shut, your ears tuning into the wet noises eliciting from between your legs.

Your head snapping back to the man between your legs when he pulled away. You whined with a solid pout on your lips having not finished.

"Not yet." Was all he said, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He pulled you from the desk, his lips finding yours again as he pushed you back until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. He eased you down onto the plush mattress, your lips never separating.

Removing his clothes you felt his own hot skin against yours. Everything seeming to melt together, the lines of your friendship, your bodies as you pulled eachother closer— feeling your need grow tenfold as his hips grinded down on yours.

Voice breathy in your throat you managed to push his name out, "Seonghwa-"

"Mmm, you sound so pretty saying my name."

"Seonghwa, please." Your voice more stern now, you needed relief from the pulsing between your thighs.

"Begging now, are we?" He smirked as he teased you and you rolled your eyes, "Don't worry darling, I'll make you cum on my cock."

And in that he didn't lie, his lips peppering you neck and collarbones before wrapping around your lace covered nipples. Removing his own clothes eagerly, but he froze.

"Condom-"

"I'm on the pill, Hwa, please don't stop now." The desperation in your voice fueling his own need to be inside you. He craved to feel you warm around him.

Running the head of his cock over you folds caused his breath to catch in his throat, every late-night forbidden fantasy when he laid in his bed alone, dominant hand pumping himself to the thought of you. It was all about to become very real, a shaky moan leaving both your lips as he pressed into you. There was no going back after that, not as you came on him within minutes— no matter how much your head denied your want for him, your body couldn't.

Though when he came, soon after you, he didn't stop. You whined not because it was bad, but because the overstimulation burned in your stomach. It was intoxicating and Seonghwa continued to drill into you. Determination was clear on his face, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. Your eyes met his.

"God, I can't get enough of you." He panted out. Each breath grew sharper as he worked himself to his second consecutive high.

You couldn't speak, your brain was far to hazy, only your moans of pleasure and your thoughts screaming his name. The slapping of skin, over the bed creaking beneath you, and your incessant noises— becoming deafeningly loud.

Though you weren't all too worried about about being too loud. The dense snow covered forest beyond the walls of this cabin hushing it all, "Seonghwa!" Had only been a mere whisper to the trees. What had just happened between you and your bestfriend? You couldnt really say-- and he couldnt either as you both tugged on your clothes again. Neither one of you having any clue how to start the conversation at large. Though Seonghwa's voice finally broke the silence.

"That was-" He paused searching for the right word to use.

"Really good." You finished for him, another lapse of silence passed.

"I'll just- go and start a fire." Seonghwa said before leaving the room.

"I'll make dinner." You spoke quicker than you normally would and rushed off to find solitude in the kitchen. In the privacy of your own minds you thought the same thing, What was that? And why did you want more? Though was there even more to ask for when you'd seemed to have done everything?

The two of you slept separately that night, not wanting to fall into the temptation of the others skin. At least not before you figured everything out. But as you laid alone in the bed, and he in the living room in front of the fire, all that either of you could think of was your bodies pressed snuggly to the others. How it felt to have him inside you, the feeling of his hot lips on your skin. It was loud in your thoughts, and every time you tried to push it down and settle your heart, It only got louder. Sleep did eventually come to you, albeit reluctantly. It was rather short lived, you waking up to Seonghwa shaking you awake.

"They cleared the roads, my mom said we should just head home." You nodded in understanding, before watching his back as he left the room, studying the way he moved. It was effortless, graceful. You shook your head, bringing you back to reality.

By the time you were ready, Seonghwa had already had the car fully packed. You could sense that he was eager to get back home and have time for himself to think, and you didn't blame him because you wanted the same thing. You didn't want to walk on egg shells and give each other the silent treatment any longer. Yes, you wanted to figure it all out and for things to go back to normal between you two. But you couldn't help the instinct to run and hide because the feelings in your heart scared you. You'd grown so comfortable knowing Seonghwa as your bestfriend, that you weren't sure of how to react to that security changing overnight. That, your bestfriend could be more than that of a bestfriend.

.

It was January and the start of the last semester of senior year. A week and a half since you'd slept with you bestfriend. Seonghwa had effectively been avoiding you and you weren't exactly searching for him either, you didn't know how to start that conversation.

'hey, I know we broke every rule in the book between us but, bestfriends still?' You knew it simply wouldn't be that easy. The things he said, the way he touched you, and made you feel. The emotions now a constant linger in your mind.

You couldn't just move on like it were nothing, because it wasn't nothing. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea but you couldn't help but think, that you wanted it again. More of him, if that were even possible. You'd never thought you'd think of Hwa that way, not in a million years. Though you didn't know how to face him. But not seeing and talking to him after being so vulnerable with each other made your heart ache.

It wasn't until he showed up at your door on that rainy Saturday afternoon, that you saw him. Your heart picking up in speed. His wet hair sticking to his forehead, had he always looked this good doing something so simple? Wearing something so simple? You were sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"We need to talk." He said, almost as if he was trying to convince himself, he continued as he stepped through the door, "I can't- we can't avoid this anymore. I'm sorry, y/n, I shouldn't have came onto you like that, god I should've known this would mess everything up."

"Seonghwa-"

"You were vulnerable and I let my feelings get the better of me," he hung his head, "Y/n I'm so sorry, and you don't have to forgive me."

"Seonghwa, I'm not mad at you." you said quickly so he wouldn't interrupt you again.

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"Why are you?" You asked softly, trying to convey your thoughts, you sighed, "You're just as scared to face these feelings as I am."

His head snapped up and his eyes found yours for, what seemed to be, the first time since he'd been there. He searched your face for any sign that you weren't serious, he came up empty handed. Had you both been feeling this?

"You-?" His eyes continued to search yours, He had so many questions, When? Why him?

"-Love you." You finished his thought with a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear. His features visibly seemed to soften before he was kissing you again. You had longed for his lips to be on yours again since the moment they left, for you melted so easily into it.

He pulled back resting his forehead on your own, "I love you too." and he delved in for another kiss, before he quickly pulled back again, "Your mom."

His voice a low whisper with a tone of disappointment. But you only chuckled at him.

"She just left for her 72." You told him, and he smiled, already having plans for your alone time.

"Perfect."

You shook your head at his eagerness as he practically dragged you up the stairs to your room, "You know we'll have to tell our parents eventually right?"

"I know," He said, turning to face you once you were both in you bedroom, "But lets just enjoy this alone time." His palms held your cheeks as he kissed you with such passion it felt as if he'd taken your breath away, But you leaned into his warmth anyway before kicking your door shut with your heel.

As the sun slipped beneath the horizon and the rain poured harder outside, he showed you how much he loved you, he told you, and you fully welcomed the lingering emotions. You became his, in the twisted sheets, the loving kisses, in the noises that escaped from your swollen lips, and the baroque, Crimson Lace.

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[ragingpancake]

"Spooky Scary Skeletons" for the prompt request?

Thank you so much for sending me this! As soon as I got it, I knew exactly what I wanted to do and I hope you enjoy it! @sparrowsarus Thank you for always enabling me. <3

"It's The Great Pumpkin, Torren John"

He’d never intended to go soft, as Rodney so often put it. He’d never been much of a kid person, but he hid it better than Rodney ever could, or at least, he tried to hide it up until Torren came along. He’d been angry with Teyla at first, angry with her for not telling him sooner, angry with her for knowingly putting herself and her unborn child in harm’s way, and if he’s honest with himself… maybe a little angry with her because he knew that their team dynamic was changing. He knew that after this, there was no going back to the way things were, how could it? He’d come around eventually, sort of. He still remembers the look on her face the first time the kid kicked and she beckoned him over, letting him put his hand on her belly, remembers the stirrings of something, maybe a slight longing for something he never would’ve let himself have. He’d come around, sure, even before she’d gone missing, but it wasn’t until him and Ronon came skidding to a halt in her cell on Michael’s Hive, Rodney kneeling down in front of her as she cradled her son so gently that John felt something shift inside of him, something hard and unwavering softening. Kanaan had come through, leading them to a dart and Teyla had tucked her child against John, trusting him with the most important piece of herself and John… John was a goner. He’d worried about how having a kid around would change their dynamic, but he never realized how it would enhance it in ways he never thought possible. Torren brought light to a place there had once been darkness hanging over them all, hope in place of the despair. Everyone felt it, even Rodney, no matter how often he protested when Teyla would plop Torren into his arms. John, who had been in love with Rodney for yearsby that point, hadn’t thought it was possible to love him anymore, but damn was he wrong. And then the Wraith came and John had no choice but to bring the fight to Earth’s very doorstep. The days, weeks, months dragged on, agonizingly slow, Teyla lost in a world of grief, drowning in her sorrow over being separated from her son, from Kanaan. Atlantis had sealed herself off from everyone, refusing to open until John himself had arrived and watching the way she came back to live beneath him was enough to convince the IOA and the US Government that she didn’t belong here, she belonged back there, her people with her. John had come around, but it wasn’t until Atlantis touched back down in New Lantea, the Gate opening to allow those they’d left behind safe passage back that John realized he’d do anything for that little boy and Teyla allowing him to be part of their lives was… well, maybe the best gift that anyone had ever given him. --- “You’re joking, right?” John turns, hands on his hips before he drops his arms to his side and shrugs. “Do I look like I’m joking, Rodney?” “You look like you’ve lost your mind. A Halloween party? Seriously?” “What are you complaining for?” John asks as he turns back to monitor Zelenka as he and Lorne manage to fasten a giant skeleton to one of the beams in the mess hall, while Ronon and Kanaan finishing adjusting the black and orange lights that he’d requisitioned from Earth. “It’s not like you’re actually helping.” “Well excuse me if some of us are too busy to worry about tablecloth décor for a ridiculous ‘holiday’, and I use that word very lightly, that no one in this galaxy knows anything about!” “I think it sounds fun,” Ronon contributes and John smirks at Rodney. “He thinks it sounds fun.” “Yes, I heard him, thank you,” Rodney says with a roll of his eyes and this time, John sidles up to Rodney, dropping a hand onto his shoulder, squeezing gently. “C’mon, Rodney,” John says and maybe he’s pouting just a little bit just because he knows that it’s the most surefire way to bring Rodney around to his line of thinking. “I’ll protect you from all the spooky, scary skeletons, I promise.” “Oh, don’t do that,” Rodney groans and John knows he has him right where he wants him. “C’mon, that’s so not fair!” And John drops

his chin onto Rodney’s shoulder, peering up at him from beneath his lashes. “Please?” “Whatever happened to Lieutenant Colonel Hard Ass?” Rodney sighs and John just shrugs, before he says simply: “It’s Torren’s first Halloween,” and if John’s ears go a little pink at the admission as to why he’s so adamant about doing this… well, that’s his own business. --- In the end, Rodney comes around. It could just be because John promises a spooktacularblow job after the party or the entire bag of candy that he’d been plied with, but he’d agreed to set up a makeshift sound system and fog machine for the festivities. There’s candy and there’s not-quite-apples, some dipped in caramel, some tossed in a barrel to float around in some water. The botany department had even found some gourd close enough to a pumpkin that there were several of those placed around the room, spooky and silly faces carved into them. John was pretty proud of his people. The highlight of the night, however, at least as far as most of the females on base were concerned, was Ronon dressed in nothing but a loin cloth, doing his best Tarzan impersonation, courtesy of John’s ridiculous movie collection and Brendan Frasier. “See?” John preens, leaning against Rodney’s shoulder as they sip some almost-cider, “this is fun, right?” “An absolute hoot,” Rodney deadpans but there’s something close to a smile on that crooked mouth, so John will take it. “You do realize that Torren is like, not even a year old yet, right? He’ll never remember this.” But John doesn’t care. John will remember, and so will Teyla and Kanaan, Ronon and Rodney, the entire base and maybe one day when he’s dead and gone, someone will tell the kid about how Uncle John threw the best damn party in two whole galaxies. Just for him.

#askbox prompt #prompt fic #mcshep #pairing: mcshep #teyla emmagan #torren john emmagan #ronon dex #rodney mckay #john sheppard #sga #stargate atlantis #post-series #fandom: sga

[izzyfandoms]

Buy One, Get Six Free

(Thomas and Remy have been together for a while now, and it’s going well, but there’s one problem. Remy doesn’t know that Thomas has sides. 

What happens when Thomas finally tells him the truth? How will Remy react? And will Remy love the sides as much as they love him?)

SHIPS: Sleepmas, Losleep, Sleepality, Rosleep, Sleepxiety, Sleepceit, Dukesleep

WARNINGS: Sympathetic Deceit, Sympathetic Remus, Remus says some mildly sexual/gory things but nothing actually happens

TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgromlin

Masterpost

Thomas bit his lip, pacing back and forth across the living room floor and wringing his hands. He routinely checked the clock, watching the seconds tick by, getting closer and closer to 2pm. His stomach filled with dread as the sides all watched him walk, a strange mixture of excitement, neutrality, and downright terror.

“Okay… but, like, what if he freaks out?” Virgil spoke up suddenly. “This is a bad idea, one of the worst ideas we’ve ever had. Why are we doing this? We’re just gonna ruin everything. He’s gonna think we’re super weird and dump Thomas immediately, and then we’ll be alone forever.”

Thomas made a pained sound, as did Roman, and Logan sighed.

“Virgil, we don’t know that,” He said calmly. “And, based on prior behaviour, I doubt Remy will react like that. It is more likely that he’ll be confused than anything else. Besides, communication is a necessity in any long-term relationship, it would be unhealthy to keep this from him for much longer.”

Patton nodded eagerly. “Yeah, and Remy loves Thomas, he’s not gonna leave him just ‘cos of this!”

Virgil didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t say anything else, silently chewing his thumb as he sat at the foot of the stairs.

“Do you think he’ll wanna fuck us, too?” Remus grinned, practically bouncing up and down on the spot, and Roman gasped beside him, kicking his brother in the shin.

“Don’t be crude, oh, evil twin of mine, we should focus on the romance!” Roman said. “And, besides, you’re the ugly one, anyway.”

Before this could escalate into a full-on brawl – which it likely would have, given how most arguments with the twins turned out – Deceit intervened, two extra arms appearing at his waist, stretching out and pushing the brothers apart. Fortunately, Thomas was too busy stressing out to notice, or he might have actually thrown up.

All of a sudden, they heard a knock at the door – three raps, and then the doorbell rang.

It was Remy.

Logan straightened up, adjusting his tie. “We’re sticking to the plan,” He said, leaving no room for disagreement. “We’ll all sink out, and then, when Thomas cues us, I will appear, and we will explain the situation to Remy. If he is agreeable, Patton can appear, too, and possibly Roman. We do not want to overwhelm him.”

The doorbell rang again, and Thomas rushed over to the door. He looked back at his sides, watching them all sink out – some wishing him good luck, but most just disappearing without a word – before opening it, and coming face-to-face with his boyfriend.

“’Sup, babe,” Remy greeted, before his brow pinched together, and he tilted his head. “You look stressed. You good?”

“Yup!” Thomas answered, his voice just a little too high, and not convincing either of them.

Remy nodded slowly. “Uh huh… sure. You wanna talk about it?”

“Later.”

His boyfriend didn’t look like he believed that, either, despite it being the honest truth, but he didn’t press, instead lifting the two to-go cups in his hands.

“I brought coffee.”

Thomas smiled genuinely as Remy handed him the cup, taking a large sip with a content sigh, and stepping to the side so his boyfriend could enter the apartment. There were a few moments of silence, and that was when Thomas noticed that Remy was staring at him.

“What?”

Remy let out an exaggerated gasp. “Wow, I’m out here looking like a snack and you’re just not going to kiss me? Rude.”

Thomas couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down and pecking his (short) boyfriend on the lips. When he pulled back, Remy gave him one of those soft smiles that made his heart do cartwheels in his chest (and maybe Patton was doing cartwheels in the mindscape, too, there was really no way to tell).

Remy took Thomas’s hand, tracing random shapes across his palm with his finger.  

“So,” He began. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up, or am I gonna have to guess?”

Thomas tried not to panic and freeze at the question, he really did, but Remy noticed anyway, looking back up at him with concern.

“I need to tell you something,” Thomas admitted. “It’s nothing bad, it’s just… there’s something about me that you need to know, and you’re probably gonna want to sit down for this.”

He led Remy over to the couch, and they both sat down.

“I, uh…” Thomas trailed off. He sighed; this was going to be hard to explain. “Just- um…”  

He waved his hand, deciding to just rip off the band-aid, without any preamble, and Logan rose up in his usual spot. Remy jolted so hard he almost fell off the sofa, and Thomas only just managed to catch his sunglasses in time, as they’d slipped right off his face. He tried to hand them back, but Remy wasn’t paying attention to him, instead, he was staring at Logan, wide-eyed and perplexed.

After a moment or two, Remy began to look back and forth between Thomas and Logan, as if comparing them, and they waited patiently for him to finish.

“Okay, uh…” Remy said, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up even further. “What?”

Thomas wanted to fix it for him, to pull him close and reassure him that he wasn’t insane, but he was worried that Remy wouldn’t react well, so he resorted to just staring at him instead.

“I am Logan, it is nice to finally meet you,” Logan introduced himself, stepping forward and holding out his hand for Remy to shake.

Remy did so almost immediately, wanting to check if Logan was really there, and looking rather startled when he realised that he was, in fact, real. His hand was soft, just like Thomas’s, though a little bit cooler, and Remy’s touch lingered as he found himself wanting to just keep holding that hand and never let go (like he often felt with Thomas).

Logan’s face had turned pink by the time that Remy pulled away, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his composure.

“I am one of Thomas’s sides, the physical representation of his logical thinking and knowledge.”

Remy nodded along as if he understood. “Uh huh, okay… what does that mean?”

“I’ve found that comparing our situation to that of Riley’s in the movie ‘Inside Out’ is the easiest way to explain it to others,” Logan explained. “Just, instead of emotions, we represent more complex concepts such as Logic, Morality and Creativity.”

“Is that why you made me watch Inside Out with you last week?” Remy glanced at Thomas, and his boyfriend gave him a slightly sheepish smile and a nod.

“You’re taking this remarkably well,” Thomas commented.

Remy shrugged. “This isn’t the craziest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“It isn’t?”

“I’ll tell you ‘bout it later, babe,” Remy said, patting Thomas’s arm. “So, how many sides are there?”

Logan took a step closer. “Right now, there are six of u-”

Before he could finish that sentence, both Patton and Roman popped up in their usual spots, making Remy jump, though he didn’t look nearly as startled as he had when Logan had first appeared. They both looked ecstatic, and, frankly, lovestruck.

“Hi, I’m Patton!”  

Patton looked like he wanted to hug Remy – and he did, desperately – but he didn’t want to overwhelm him, so he stayed by the curtains. Roman, apparently, had no such qualms, rushing forward and taking Remy’s hands in his own. This was the first time he was seeing Remy with his own two eyes (not just through Thomas’s), and he was too gay to think straight.

“Oh, my stars, you’re gorgeous!” Roman breathed, and, before he could stop himself, he continued with: “I’m in love with you.”

For a moment, Remy looked surprised, and then his expression melted into the soft smile that he usually reserved just for Thomas. In any other situation, Remy looking at someone else like that would have made Thomas feel jealous, but Roman wasn’t really ‘someone else’, was he? He was a part of Thomas, and if Remy could love Thomas as a whole, which he did, very much, he could love all his different parts, too.

Things were going to be okay.

***

“I do not have any feelings or emotions; I am only in a relationship with you because Thomas is. It just makes logical sense,” Logan said matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses.

“Sure,” Remy said. “Does that mean you want me to get out of your lap?”

Logan instantly tightened his grip around Remy’s waist, pulling him closer. “Of course not.”

Remy smirked, tilting his head up to look at him. “Aww, does that mean you love me?”

“I do not feel love.”

Remy pouted, and, even though Logan knew it was fake, he still immediately had the urge to take it back, so the smile that he adored would return.

“Okay, fine, I love you,” He admitted.

One of Remy’s hands reached up to carefully cradle Logan’s face, the other resting in the centre of his chest, over his tie – ready to, at any moment, use it to pull Logan closer and capture his lips in a kiss, as he often did.

“I love you, too,” Remy smiled. “My shooting star.”

Logan’s cheeks reddened at the nickname – just like he knew they would – and Remy’s smile widened.

“You’re adorable,” He said.

“Falsehood.”  

“You are,” Remy insisted, sitting up straighter so they were almost nose-to-nose, bumping Logan’s glasses. “You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Adorable.”

He then kissed him again, this one lingering longer, before Remy finally pulled back. Logan couldn’t help but chase his lips, and Remy smirked again, making Logan blush just a little bit more.

“See,” Remy tucked a stray strand of hair behind Logan’s ear. “Adorable.”  

***

“Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Now try this one,” Patton beamed, holding out another cookie just in front of Remy’s lips.

Remy opened his mouth obediently, taking a bite and chewing it slowly.  

He and Patton had spent the last few hours baking a variety of sweet treats in Thomas’s kitchen. If you asked Patton, he would say that it was a team effort. If you asked Remy, however, he would say that Patton had done most of the work, as Remy had no idea how to bake. He wasn’t complaining, though, not in the slightest, especially not when Patton came up behind him, covering Remy’s hands with his own to guide him.

Remy swallowed. “It’s good,” He said. “Sweet.” And then he grinned. “Though not as sweet as you, sugar.”

Patton giggled, delighted.

“Not too sweet?” He asked.

“Never.”

Patton laughed again, poking Remy’s nose. “I was talking about the cookie, silly!”

“Oh, yeah, they’re good, too.”

“Do you think Thomas will like them?” Patton asked.

Remy tilted his head, his sunglasses slipping down his nose – revealing his distractingly gorgeous baby blue eyes – as he gave Patton an amused look. His hair flopped to one side, and Patton reached out to fix it.  

“I’m pretty sure you know him better than I do, hon.”

“That’s true,” Patton said, before popping the rest of the cookie into his mouth. He chewed slowly, before smiling again. “I think Thomas will like them.”

***

Thomas flung the front door open, smiling when Remy stepped inside, immediately taking Thomas’s hand, squeezing it, and planting a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.

“Morning, babe,” He greeted.

“Hey,” Thomas said. “I’ve gotta get back to work now – Logan and Roman are helping me with a new video idea – but Virgil’s out, so you can hang out with him, for now.”

Remy grinned, taking off his sunglasses and placing them on top of his head, knowing full well that Virgil was weak for his eyes, and intending on taking full advantage of that fact. To be fair, all of them loved Remy’s eyes, and, upon seeing them, Thomas couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him properly.

When they pulled apart, Remy stepped around him, into the apartment, strolling over to the couch, where Virgil lay, scrolling through his phone. It didn’t really make sense that Virgil had a phone, but nothing about the sides ever really made sense, so Remy chose not to question it, instead flopping into Virgil’s lap without warning, grinning when the anxious side instinctively sat up, wrapping his arms around him.

“Mornin’, handsome.”

Remy’s smile widened as Virgil’s face turned pink. He remained flustered for another moment or two, before he calmed himself down and rolled his eyes.

“Not a very accurate compliment, babe.”

Remy shushed him, covering Virgil’s mouth with his finger. “Nope, nuh-uh – you can’t insult my boyfriend like that. I won’t allow it.”

Virgil snorted, taking Remy’s hand away from his face and intertwining their fingers.  

“Are you just here to keep me distracted so I don’t keep bothering Thomas about the new video idea?” He asked dryly.

“I’m here because I wanna snuggle with my very gorgeous boyfriend,” Remy corrected, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the tip of Virgil’s nose. “And also make out with him. Any distraction from bugging Thomas is just a bonus.”

Virgil rolled his eyes again. “You’ve got seven boyfriends, why choose to sit on my lap?”

“Technically, I only have one boyfriend.”

“Wow, big word. Logan would be so proud of you.”

Remy poked Virgil’s shoulder. “Don’t be rude. And I’m sitting in your lap because I love you and I want to, plus you’re, like, super warm.”

“We’re all warm.” There was a beat. “I love you, too.”

Remy grinned again. “Great. Wanna make out?”

***

Remy absent-mindedly scrolled through his phone. Thomas was upstairs, looking for something, and would likely remain there for another few minutes, at least, so his boyfriend was just looking for a way to pass the time.  

Then, suddenly, he heard the familiar whooshing sound that meant a side had just risen up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw light blue, and a bespectacled man standing by the curtains. Remy snorted quietly.

“You know that doesn’t work on me, darlin’.”

Deceit pouted – a very Patton-like expression, most likely deliberate – and then crossed his arms in a manner that was decidedly not Patton, which would have given him away, if Remy hadn’t already seen through his disguise.

“What did I do wrong this time?”

Remy looked up from his phone, giving Deceit a once-over. He then shrugged. “I dunno. You’re just… different, I guess.”

Deceit sighed, running his fingers through his hair, and, in the blink of an eye, he was back to his normal snake-like self, his hat in his hand. He placed it on his head, but, before he could say anything else, Remy had jumped off the couch, reaching up on his tiptoes and plucking the hat back off his head with a grin. He only just managed to run his fingers through Deceit’s hair, which made the lying side smile, as, even though he was the shortest side, Remy was still much shorter than him, which was, honestly, adorable.  

“You’re cuter without the hat,” Remy teased, placing it on his own head. “It looks better on me.”

And how was Deceit supposed to not kiss him when he looked like that? Wearing Deceit’s hat and grinning up at him in that way reserved just for them.

He didn’t get the chance to, though, as Remy kissed him first, standing up on his tiptoes and wrapping his arms around Deceit’s neck. Remy tugged him as close as possible, humming quietly against Deceit’s lips.

***

The moment Remy stepped into the apartment, he was swept off his feet, scooped up into Roman’s arms, and twirled around – once, twice, thrice. Remy’s sunglasses almost fell to the ground, but he caught them just in time, tucking them onto his t-shirt collar.

“How are you, on this fine morning, my radiant Sleeping Beauty?”

Remy sighed, wrapping one arm around Roman’s neck, the other hand clutching his half-empty coffee cup.  

“Ugh, the barista at Starbucks was, like, so rude to me, this morning,” He complained, pouting slightly, but relaxing. “She just kept glaring at me.”

Roman clicked his tongue, but he couldn’t help but grin.  

“Would you like me to fight her for you, my love?” He offered.

Remy snorted. “I’m pretty sure the cops would get called if you showed up at Starbucks with your sword, Prince Charming. Thomas would end up behind bars, and then who would take me into their arms and kiss me every day?”

“That’s the real tragedy,” Roman said, leaning closer to kiss Remy.

“Get a room!” Virgil shouted from the couch.

“You’re just jealous that Remy loves me more,” Roman joked.

Remy stretched his legs, reclining in Roman’s arms. He grinned. “Now, now, boys… there’s enough of me to go around. Besides, I don’t pick favourites.” He paused for a moment. “And, if I had to, I’d pick Thomas.”

Roman stuck his tongue out at Virgil, who rolled his eyes.

“Come on,” Remy smiled at Virgil over Roman’s shoulder. “Aren’t you gonna come give me a kiss, too, gorgeous?”

***

If he had been with anybody else, Remy would have scowled at the loss of his sunglasses. But he was with Remus, and he was used to this, so instead he just smiled, tilting his head up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

Remus dropped the sunglasses on the couch beside them, grabbing Remy’s face – a little roughly, but not hard enough to hurt.

“I want to steal your eyes.”

This probably would’ve alarmed Remy, but he was used to this kind of language from Remus, so instead he just laughed quietly, poking Remus’s shoulder.

“I think I’d rather you didn’t, pumpkin,” Remy said. “I kinda need them. How else am I supposed to admire your gorgeous face?”

Remus nodded, humming. “Good point.”  

He ran one finger down the side of Remy’s face, the other hand holding his face in place as he stared into Remy’s eyes. Perhaps this should’ve been uncomfortable, but how could Remy feel anything but comfort when he was curled up in Remus’s lap, half under a blanket, with some horror movie that neither of them were paying attention to playing in the background.

“I’m gonna copy them,” Remus decided finally.

“Copy them?”

Remus nodded eagerly, his thumb resting just below Remy’s left eye. “Uh huh! I’m gonna make copies of your eyes that I can keep with me even when you’re not around.” Suddenly, he gasped, and then grinned. “I wonder what they’ll taste like.”

Remy wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”

Remus took that as a compliment, as Remy knew he would.  

“Thanks!” He exclaimed, one hand moving to squeeze Remy’s waist, before pulling him into a predictably messy kiss.

***

Remy hadn’t meant to stop in the middle of the hallway, but he was distracted very easily, and, after pausing mid-step to read a text, he ended up standing there for almost five minutes. He didn’t look up when he heard footsteps behind him, and when he felt a hand on the small of his back, he knew exactly who it was.

“Hey, babe,” Remy greeted, his eyes remaining on his phone screen. “Just one sec, I’m arguing with my mom.”

“How can you always tell when it’s me?” Thomas asked.  

Remy shrugged, finishing his text, before stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He then turned and wrapped his arms around Thomas’s neck.

“I dunno,” He said. “It’s just… obvious.”

“What, have you got like a… sixth sense for it, or something?” Thomas joked.

Remy laughed. “Nah, I’m just perceptive like that.”

He then kissed Thomas, quick and soft, before pulling back slightly. There was a beat, and then Thomas grinned, a glint that screamed either Remus or Roman – there wasn’t time for Remy to decipher it – in his eyes. Before Remy could question it, Thomas dipped him with a laugh that was absolutely Remy’s favourite sound.  

He kissed him again and again and again and then once more on his neck to make him laugh.

“Did Roman tell you to do that?” Remy asked, his sunglasses slipping to reveal eyes that were so bright and happy that Thomas’s heart felt just a little too big for his ribcage.

“I can decide to do things on my own, you know,” Thomas teased.

Remy raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine,” Thomas admitted. “But Roman wasn’t actually the only one telling me to do that.”

“I’m sure.”

A moment passed, and then Thomas’s smile softened. “I love you so much, we all do.”

“I know,” Remy said, one hand moving up to cradle Thomas’s face. “I love you, too.”

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[multismarvel]

Help (Oscar Diaz)

tw – blood, guns and shooting

You remembered when Oscar went to jail as if it was yesterday. You remembered Cesar knocking at your door, crying in fear that he’d never see his brother again. You supposed you were glad that you didn’t have to see Oscar get handcuffed by the police and taken away. That memory you knew you couldn’t handle.

Time passed. Four years to be exact. You’d visited Oscar in jail and sometimes you’d go with Cesar when he wanted your company. You saw him as a little brother and he saw you as a big sister. The two of you were family.

Oscar did his best to drive you away from him and it didn’t work. He didn’t want you to see him in jail. He didn’t want to drag you down with him. You still had potential and you were better off without him. That was what he kept telling you but you didn’t believe it. There wasn’t a definition to what the two of you had but you wanted there to be. But Oscar wouldn’t allow that. Not with him being in jail for the foreseeable future. He wouldn’t allow you to throw away your future like that.

“I appreciate you being there for Cesar,” Oscar told you, one day when you visited him in jail. “It’s good you’re there for him. But I know there’s another reason for you being here.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied meekly, gripping onto the telephone.

“Stop coming,” Oscar demanded. “There’s nothing between us and there never will be. If you really love me, you’ll leave me alone and make something of yourself.”

“I don’t love you.” You lied again. “Not like that. You’re just my friend and I care about you. You’ll go crazy if you’re alone here. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Why?” Oscar snapped. “You think I want you to see me like this? It’s hard enough having Cesar see me like this. I’ve already let you down enough.”

“You haven’t let me down,” you promised. “Everything you’ve done, everything you’ll ever do is for a good reason. I know you’re trying to protect your brother. I know you care about him and me. You’ll be doing me a favour if you let me visit you.”

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

As you glanced into Oscar’s eyes there was an emotion in them that you’d never seen before. If you had it your way, he’d always look at you like that. You couldn’t explain the way you felt when he looked at you but you felt loved. Accepted. You felt like you were at home and you knew Oscar did too even if he didn’t want to admit it.

You’d kept up regular visits with Oscar for the whole four years and you were so excited when he was got out. It seemed so far away but now it was here it felt so surreal. Oscar was a free man again. Maybe the relationship you craved with him would finally happen.

Oscar said that he’d come to you when he was free. That he’d take you out and the two of you could explore Freeridge together. You, being crazy in what felt like unrequited love, had accepted and waited all day and night for him. He never showed up and he never returned any of your calls and texts. Even Cesar gave you the cold shoulder when you saw him later on.

You’d questioned Cesar’s friends about it and they confirmed he was giving them the cold shoulder too. Quickly, you deduced that Oscar must’ve decided it was time for Cesar to join the Santos. Once again that meant you frozen out through no fault of your own. All your life you’d been rejected and you thought that you’d found a safe haven in Oscar. A place where you were loved and no longer rejected. Yet again you were wrong.

“We can’t let Cesar be like Spooky,” Monse told you, getting herself more than comfortable on your bed.

Since you were like a sister to Cesar, you’d grown close to Monse. The two of you were really good friends and you didn’t have many of those. Or any if you were being honest.

“Oscar’s just doing what’s best for his brother and himself,” you defended him. “I get it might not seem like it but he’s a good guy.”

“That good guy was before he went to jail,” Monse reminded you. “I can guarantee you he’s not like that anymore.”

“Is it bad that I still want him to be?” You voiced your thoughts aloud. “That scary guy he shows people is just a front. He’s not actually like that. He’s a good person.” You stopped talking when you began to choke up.

Oscar, time and time again, gave you reasons to let go and hate him but you knew it was for your own good. He was doing it to protect you and that’s why you couldn’t let him go. He cared about you; maybe even loved you.

“You love him,” Monse stated.

You sighed, knowing you were caught out. “There’s no point in me lying, is there?”

“Nope,” Monse agreed. “What happened between you two?”

“There’s nothing to tell,” you admitted. “Nothing happened between us. He said he’d call me when got out but he never did. And it’s been left like that.”

“That’s pretty harsh. If he really cared about you he wouldn’t have done that to you.” Monse was never one to mince her words.

“Sometimes people do bad things to protect the ones they love,” you explained to Monse. “Oscar’s in that gang with good street cred and it protects him as well as Cesar. He’s ignoring me because he thinks it’ll protect me.”

“I suppose he’s got good reason for it,” Monse pointed out. “I mean being around all that stuff and constantly under threat. I wouldn’t want to date someone in that life.”

“Cesar’s going to be like Spooky soon,” you told her.

Cesar was headed down the same route as Oscar and you didn’t think you could stop it. Cesar valued Oscar too much to not be by his side and he benefited off the protection of the Santos more than he knew. Maybe Oscar was right. You shouldn’t be around him.

“I won’t let him. We won’t let him. Come on,” Monse pleaded. “You might not be able to help Spooky but you can still help Cesar.”

You sighed, relenting for one last time. “Fine.” After that you were done. You had to focus on your life for once even if it didn’t include Oscar or Cesar. You owed that much to yourself.

Weeks and weeks went by and your, mostly Monse’s, attempts were futile. You never saw Oscar so he must’ve been tipped off about your whereabouts. The rare times you managed to bump into Cesar he wouldn’t even talk to you. You were expecting that from Oscar but not Cesar. It made you realise all the more how much you didn’t want Cesar to be in a gang and that you had to try harder to help him.

Storming to Oscar’s house wasn’t how you planned on starting your day but stranger things have happened. Oscar had to hear you out and give you a few answers on what was going on. If he was going to ignore you from here on out, you deserved that much.

Luckily for you, you’d caught Oscar on an off guard day. His goons weren’t following you so they couldn’t alert him to where you were going. He was sitting outside on his porch, sipping on his beer and judging by the expression on his face your visit was more than untimely.

“We need to talk,” you told him.

“I’m busy,” Oscar replied back. “Some other time, yeah?”

You scoffed, not about to let him ignore you for the umpteenth time. “I wasn’t asking.”

“I’m. Busy,” Oscar repeated, this time with more harshness in his tone.

It was clear as day that he wasn’t busy. The both of you were stubborn and the fact that you’re both angry didn’t help either. Huffing in annoyance, you stormed into his house and went to his bedroom.

You barely had enough time to take it all in as Oscar was hot on your heels. His bedroom looked the same way it did before he went to jail.

“What the hell?!” Oscar snapped. “Did you not hear me say I was busy?”

“You jumped Cesar in,” you spoke. “And now he’s a part of something we both know he doesn’t want to be a part of.”

“Cesar isn’t any of your concern,” Oscar told you. “You couldn’t save me and you can’t save him.”

“He’s like my brother,” you croaked out. “Now he won’t even look at me and you both avoid me at every chance you get. You said things would change when you got out. For the better. You lied to me and you hurt me.”

“There’s really nothing for me to say. It’s not safe around here. You need to leave,” Oscar said.

“You can’t just do this!” You screamed. His nonchalant attitude was making you angrier. “You just stand there like nothing affects you but I know it does! I hate you!”

Maybe you were being childish right now but you didn’t care. You were hurt and most importantly you were still in love with him. More than ever. That was why you were so hurt.

“I hate you!” You continued. “You’re such an asshole! I hate you so much!”

Oscar took a deep breath and as you looked in his eyes for the first time, you could see how everything was taking a toll on him.

“No,” Oscar sighed. “No, you don’t.”

“I should,” you mumbled, your anger turning into sadness. “I should hate you. I hate myself for still loving you.”

“But you still came here and you’re still so sure you’re going to save Cesar,” Oscar listed off.

“Maybe I’m not,” you admitted. “But I want to try. There’s a boy inside him who wants to get out of the hood and make something of himself. Just like you did.”

“Yeah, well, we can’t always get what we want,” Oscar lamented.

Now you felt bad. There was no way out for Oscar and now there’d be no way out for Cesar either. Words couldn’t explain how awful you felt and you knew Oscar felt worse. You didn’t want to see Cesar robbed of a life he deserved like Oscar was.

“You know,” you started, “you said that you’d come and see me when you got out. I was so excited and I waited. You never came.”

Oscar sat down on his bed. “I couldn’t do it. I parked five minutes away from your house and I couldn’t go. I couldn’t put you back in a situation that I didn’t even want you to be in.”

“Isn’t that for me to decide?” You asked, still hurt he never came to see you that day.

Oscar laughed darkly. “Not when it’s a man like me. That choice gets taken away from you. If us not being together means you’re safe, I will choose that for you every time.”

You sniffed, knowing that was the end of everything you wanted to happen. “That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair.” Oscar glowered. “You need to leave. I don’t want people thinking we’re together so you get a target on your back because of me.”

“Please don’t do this,” you cried, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“Just go,” Oscar’s voice was the sound of a broken man. “Don’t make this harder than it is now.”

“I’m still going to love you,” you reminded him. “I don’t care what you say.”

Oscar recoiled when he heard you say that – a painful reminder of the love he let slip by.

You took one brief look at him before leaving for good. You loved Oscar and you always would. Maybe one day it would turn into a friendly, wish you well sort of love but for now it was an aching in your soul you couldn’t get rid of. The love of your life flat out told you that you couldn’t be together. That was a gaping wound that couldn’t ever be closed.

Hours passed which turned into days which turned into weeks. You hadn’t seen Oscar since that day and part of you didn’t want to. Seeing him again would just bring a wave of emotion you weren’t able to handle.

You’d busied yourself greatly, giving Ruby a helping hand with Olivia’s quinceañara. Usually Ruby declined help but he knew you needed a distraction. Anything to get your mind off the heartbreak you were feeling. Cesar slowly but surely began talking to you which you weren’t sure lessened the blow of losing Oscar or made it worse. Either way, you were relieved to be on talking terms with him again.

Besides, it was a party and you could loosen up and have some fun. There’d be alcohol and you knew for a fact Ruby’s abuela had weed on her at all times so there was that. She’d offered it to you more than once but you weren’t sure you’d take up her offer. The high weed would give you would be great but you needed a clear head to get over everything.

Planning for the quinceañara gave you a good high. Olivia was going through a tough time and didn’t have her parents on such a special occasion. You vowed to make sure she got some joy on that day. She deserved that much and now that the day was here, so far all was going well. Ruby, who’d been pining for Olivia since she arrived here, was happily dancing with her. Things were finally looking up.

An unfamiliar figure appeared in the crowd of people and instantly you knew he was going to bring trouble. Getting a closer look you recognised him to be Latrell, a member of the Prophets. Fuck. He had a gun and he was pointing it at Ruby.

Before you could even register what was going on, you stood in front of Ruby.

Bang!

A shot through your chest.

Bang!

Another shot through your chest.

One of the bullets had gone through you and also shot Ruby and Olivia. You quickly fell to the ground and felt numb. You’d felt so cold and so, so numb. The injuries were so fatal you didn’t even feel any pain. That could’ve been the adrenaline kicking in to keep you alive.

Cesar ran to you and scooped you up on his legs. “Hey, it’s me Cesar. You have to stay awake, okay? Stay awake for me, please. Please.”

You needed to ask if Ruby and Olivia were okay. If you were going to die, which you were sure was imminent, you had to know they were alive and unharmed. Turning around you saw them bloody and dying from the bullet that hit them. You’d tried to scream but all that came out was chokes of blood.

You couldn’t save Oscar. You couldn’t save Cesar. You couldn’t even save Ruby and Olivia.

Now you were going to die unable to save anyone you loved.

#on my block imagine #on my block x reader #cesar diaz #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz #spooky x reader #spooky imagine #julio macias #julio macias imagine #spooky diaz #oscar diaz x female reader #on my block #monse finnie #ruby martinez #spooky imagines #spooky

[sweetwritertanya]

Stormy Night (Original)

Summary: A snow storm leads to you losing your chance to not only see your boyfriend, as it was planned, but also communicate at all with him as the blizzard worsens. Little did you know, that would be the last time you would ever spend a stormy night alone.

Warnings: HORROR! Nothing too bad, hopefully it just sends those spooky scary tingles down your back. No trigger warnings, no violence or anything of the sort. Tell me what you all think of it, if you can! Did it spook you a bit? Did you guess what was about to happen?

Word Count: 2345

“Hun, I hate this” you complain into the phone in your hand against your ear, pacing around in the living room and looking out the window to the dark threatening sky.

“I know, muffin, I know. I hate it too” your boyfriend reciprocates on the other side of the call.

“I mean, I had everything ready, I was going to make your favorite meal, went to the supermarket and got all the freaking ingredients and whatever, bought the expensive wine, booked the tickets to the play and…” you sigh heavily. “All for nothing.”

“We couldn’t have predicted this, Y/N. I mean, this storm came out of nowhere, not even the weathermen saw it coming” he tries and console you, like he always did whenever you were frustrated at something you couldn’t quite control.

“It just… sucks! I haven’t seen you in three months!”

You didn’t mean for the last sentence to come out almost like a sob, but your pent-up feelings surface quickly and you start snuffling as you try to keep the tears from falling.

“Fuck, baby, I know and it’s killing me too. I just want to hold you in my arms again and kiss the pout I know you have right now away” he confesses, sounding every bit as disappointed as you. A small smile comes to your lips when he mentions the pout that you, in fact, had been sporting the entire call. “If only I had booked a flight one day earlier, I could have been snowed in with you during the storm. Keep you protected and warm.”

“It’s not your fault you’re so busy with work. You know one of the things I love about you is how dedicated you are.” It’s your turn to console him and that somehow helps you feeling better, focusing on making him feel better instead of pitying yourself any further.

“The only thing I hate about my job is how it keeps me away from you so much” he murmurs, groggily.

“You know what? It’s fine. This is fine” you decide with a renewed determination, walking out of the living room you were at and making your way to the kitchen. “We’ll meet after the storm is all over and we’ll make it an even better stay! I’ll get refunded for the tickets, use the money to instead take us out for dinner so I don’t have to cook and we can have our own movie session at home. Which is better anyway, because we can get comfortable and snuggle how much we want without disapproving eyes all around.”

You gasp loudly and jump in place as a loud thunder shakes the ground, lightning tearing apart the cloudy sky outside. The wind seems to pick up in response and you can only see a blur of white snow falling out your windows.

“Y/N? M-ffin, are yo- o-y?”

The signal of your phone call weakens and you can barely make out what he is saying from the other side.

“Babe, I’m okay! Can you hear me? I’m fine, but I think I’m losing signal” you yell into the phone, hoping that he can still comprehend what you are saying so he doesn’t worry.

“I hea- you. Ok-y, you’re oka-. Cal- -morrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow! Love you!”

“Lov- -ou, bye muff-” And the call ends abruptly.

“Damnit…” you whisper in a sigh. “Was supposed to be spending the day with him and now I can’t even have a phone call or a video chat with him. Stupid weather!”

As you had predicted, both your wi-fi and even the television feed were struggling due to the conditions outside, so you weren’t even bothering turning them on. Taking out all of the candles you had available, which were mainly scented candles you received from people you barely knew, you left at least one in each room and picked the largest one to carry with you around the house, expecting the lights to go out some time during the storm.

When living alone in a small one-bedroom house in the outskirts of town, one could never be too prepared. Especially a woman living alone. So, you have thought of every situation you could find yourself in and came up with solutions that didn’t depend on someone else coming over to fix. The candles were a wise decision, as it turned out, since early in the evening, while you were trying to entertain yourself by reading a book in bed, the only lamp turned on by your nightstand went out and the moonlight was all you had.

“Figures” you dryly say, reaching for the lighter you kept on the first drawer and lighting the large vanilla and coffee scented candle.

Even though it was earlier than when you usually went to sleep, there was really not much you could do without the modern commodities you were used to, especially in the dark of the young night, so you just laid down in bed and covered yourself with the blankets, keeping the candle going in case you needed to go to the bathroom during the night and the lights weren’t back on yet.

Surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for you to fall asleep, even with the wind owling loudly outside and the occasional thunder. And yet, it was a loud crash coming from somewhere in the house that wakes you in a jerk, sounding like one of your plant pots had fallen and shattered on the ground. You grimace just thinking of having to get up and clean it all up, but the thought of just leaving your plant on the ground to wither guilt trips you into doing so.

With a grunt, you remove the covers and put on your slippers, picking the candle up and opening your bedroom’s door. Walking to the kitchen, much like you suspected, you find that the plant you kept on the windowsill above your sink had fallen to the ground and the window’s doors were blasted open with the furious wind, making you shiver from head to toe at how cold it was.

Automatically, you go and close the window before anything else, making sure to close the latch securely this time. It was such a mundane task, something you did every night before going to bed, that you almost missed it.

Just as you were about to turn around and pick up the broken pieces off the floor, your numb mind picks up something strange. You look back outside, frowning as you don’t quite understand what seems strange. It takes you maybe five solid seconds of staring for you to see it.

The footprints, on an otherwise completely immaculate white veil above the ground. The snow was falling so quick and so much that the tracks were starting to be covered up again, soon to disappear beneath a newly fresh layer of pristine snow. But you still saw them.

And they were leading straight to your window.

Your whole body freezes, heart stops and your breathing comes to a frightening halt. Blankly, you stare at the outside for a few more moments before the terrifying realizations hits you. Your silent hammer switches to a hammering beat against your chest, blood rushing loudly in your ears and sold sweats prickling up your skin as you slowly turn around and scan your house.

The dirt of the pot, it had been moved. A snow trail melting in your wooden floors, from your sink where the open window was to across the kitchen. Your eyes follow it and you fight back a fearful whimper once you notice the opened door to the small basement. A door you always closed and seldomly opened.

Your mind races, working in overpower as survival mode seems to set in. There was someone at your house. Someone broke in. Your first thought is to run to your phone and call for help, but your last phone call proved that the storm was interfering with means of communication. And you didn’t have a landline.

You slap your hand against your mouth as a shriek escapes you and you scrunch down to your knees when a creak comes from bellow. Your eyes start to swell up with dread and you force yourself to silently move away. The basement door was made of cement, which meant the creaking could only be made if someone was coming up the stairs.

There were only two options in your brain now. Fight or flight. You couldn’t call for help, hiding would do you no good when there were only a handful of places to do so, and even if you screamed in hopes that your only neighbors from across the street would hear you, the loud storm would drown you out.

The stairs creak again and you are maybe seven feet away from your front door. The door to the basement is still within your view and you wide scared eyes miss nothing at this second. So you see it. Even with the only light sources being the candle you left on the counter and the streetlight from outside, you see it.

The large grey hand with dark dirty nails that clutches around the side of the door, as if about to open it. And the sparkle of something metallic coming from the darkness.

Gathering all of the strength you could master in your panicked state, you stand up and run towards the front door, fighting with the latch to open just as you hear heavy footsteps that didn’t belong to you. Swinging the door open, you run into the blizzard with a shrieking scream that contended with the owling wind, barefoot and only in your pajamas, too caught up in the moment to even feel how cold it was.

You are screaming the entire path across the street, even as you hammer against your neighbor’s door so heavily you might actually break down their door.

“HELP! HELP, I NEED HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP!”

The man from the mid-aged couple is the one who opens the door for you, looking half worried and half annoyed, the woman coming down the stairs hurled up in her robe with concern.

“What the hell is go-”

“Call the police! Somebody broke in to my house and they are there right now. Please, call the police!” you beg, starting to shiver as the cold starts to get to you.

“Dear God, let her in a lock the doors!” the woman tells her husband immediately, taking off her robe and giving it to you as you enter their home.

Thankfully, their landline telephone was still functioning despite the storm and the police was contacted. They arrive an excruciatingly long thirty minutes later, knocking at your neighbor’s door and asking what happened.

That’s when the weirdest thing happens. You walk with the officers back to your house, feeling more secure now that you had two people with guns next to you. The blizzard had almost erased the footsteps from you running away from the house, your door still swinging open and moving with the strong wind. Looking around, you don’t see any tracks other than yours leading out of the house. One of them goes inside the house first, the other keeping you safe outside.

“All clear!” the policeman yells from inside.

Frowning and uncertain, you and the other officer enter the house to inspect.

It’s mind boggling, really. How immaculate all of it was. The flowerpot that had fell to the ground was gone, no indications of any dirt on the ground, all completely clean as if it never happened. The window was still shut just as you left it, candle still burning on your kitchen’s counter. No snow or water trails on the floor anywhere.

They checked the basement and found nothing; it was just as you always left it. The policemen made you search for any lost valuables, any expensive items you might have had that could be stolen, but everything was in its place. Nothing was missing.

You beg them to look for fingerprints, namely on the door where you know you saw a hand. After a bit of pressure, they grant your request and gather all of the fingerprints around the spot you assured them the person had their hands. It would take a few days for them to come back with any result.

Obviously, you didn’t stay back in that house. In fact, you were almost entirely decisive on moving out as soon as possible. The only way you would even consider staying there again was if the police found and imprisoned the person who broke in.

They never did. The fingerprints they collected at the scene, as it turned out, were all yours. There was no indication of anyone ever having broken in. And with nothing stolen or damaged, they couldn’t continue the case and it was closed.

Up until months after you moved out, you were still bothered by vivid nightmares of that night. If you were ever home alone and it was dark, you would see grey nasty hands in the darkest corners. And you made sure from the on to never spend a stormy night alone ever again.

#halloween special #13 stories for halloween #horror #horror story #horror one-shot #reader pov #chubby reader #original story

[buzzxjessieotp]

This is my first time posting personal fanfiction so be kind. It’s also a Halloween Reddie fic but it’s a day late 🤷‍♀️

“So just call him.”

Richie sat in his room, rotary phone up to his ear. Only half of Beverly’s words were sinking in as he twirled the spiral chord absentmindedly.

“I can’t just call him. I mean, I can, but I can’t ask him to do something with just me. He’ll definitely ask about you guys.”

Her voice was clear on the other line, optimistic. “Then just tell him we’re all busy.

“All five of you?” Richie considered this a moment. “Actually that may work.”

“So it’s a haunted hayride?”

“No, no, no, they cancelled that. It’s a corn maze now.”

“Oh, Eddie will love that. Cow shit and pesticides.”

“Do you think it’s a bad idea?” Richie’s voice filled with concern.

“Rich, he’ll love anything you pick. You’ll make it fun.” She hesitated a moment. “Just...leave out the part about the shit.”

“Okay, I guess I’m gonna call him.”

“Lemme know if he’s a good kisser!”

Richie scoffed and hung up the phone.

He hesitated, hand lingering over the receiver. Breathed in a deep breath and picked up the phone. This is just Eddie. I’m just asking him to hang out. That’s all this is.

It rang once. Twice. Then a voice came through completely opposite from what he had hoped.

“Kaspbrak residence, this is Sonia.”

Shit. Since she heard about the incident with Richie in the arcade, Ms. Kaspbrak was not too font of Richie. “Um,” Richie altered his voice slightly. “This is Bill. Is Eddie home?”

“Sure sweetie, I’ll call him in.” The phone thumped down and Richie could faintly hear a call for Eddie. Something in Richie’s chest trilled with nervousness as he waited.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came through the other line, which paired the nervousness in Richie’s chest in a duet with warmth.

“Bill?”

Richie let out a loud laugh. “Your mom falls for that every time. I swear I could make it out there doing impressions.”

Eddie let out a small laugh. Aware of his mom in the other room, he continued to play along. “Bill, Richie doesn’t call here anymore.” Richie’s laugh exploded again in Eddie’s ear, causing him to smile.

“I wonder if Sonia realizes how much gets under her nose.”

“If she did I would never have access to the world again.” Richie laughed again.

“Speaking of outside world, I was wondering if you’d wanna get out of the house tonight, go to a haunted trail with me. Get into the spooky season vibe.”

“Trail? Is it in a corn maze?”

Richie hesitated, remembering Beverly’s words. “I don’t think so.”

“Then sure. What time?”

“I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Who all is coming?”

Richie’s nerves lit up. “Uh, well the others are all busy, so it’ll just be us.”

“Oh. Okay. So six?”

“On the dot, Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie scoffed. “Will you stop with that obnoxious nickname?”

“Never. Besides, you know you love it,” Richie responded, wearing a wide smile.

Eddie matches his smile. “I fucking hate it.”

“Sure, Eds. See ya tonight.”

“Yeah, see ya, Trashmouth.”

Richie put down the phone and breathed a sigh of relief before heading to get changed.

Eddie set down his own receiver, feeling a bit uneasy. Just him and Richie? They’d never done something on their own before. It could just be his own mind overthinking, but he couldn’t help but feel like this had implications. And then the nicknames? Sure, Richie always had always done that, but even Ben admitted that it sounded flirty when he did.

Eddie needed a second opinion.

The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Then Stan picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Eddie. Quick question: what do you have going on tonight?”

“Well, after I finish rehearsing these lines I’m pretty much free. Why?”

“I knew something was off. Okay:” Then Eddie recounted to Stan what had happened in their phone call, being careful to refer to Richie as Trashmouth in the incident that his mother was listening.

“Sounds to me like a date.”

Eddie froze. “D-date?”

“Well, I mean why else would he lie and say we were all busy?”

“Maybe he just thought you were all busy.”

“Eddie: if he wanted us to come he would have invited us.”

Eddie pondered this a moment. “So you’re saying I just accepted a date?”

“Sounds like it.”

“But-“ Eddie shook his head. “No, that’s insane. Can’t be.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” He lowered his voice. “It’s Trashmouth. Trashmouth doesn’t see me in that way.”

“How do you know?”

The thought of Richie possibly having feelings for Eddie made his stomach jump. “I just do.”

“Well why else would he not want any of us to go?”

“Maybe he wants to talk to me about something.”

“Yeah, like his undying love for you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Stan.” Stan’s laughter echoed through the receiver.

Weak from laughter, Stan spoke, “Well, lemme know how your date goes.”

Eddie’s eyebrows rose. “It’s not a date!!”

There was a silence on the other end and then a dial tone. Undying love. He smiled at the thought before snapping himself out of it. Richie just wanted to hang out. It would be a bit of a stretch to assume this meant anything more.

But once the idea had been placed, it was hard to replace. When the knock came at Eddie’s door, his stomach leapt again. When he saw Richie dressed in his denim jacket and black jeans, he had to admit Richie seemed to have put some thought into his outfit.

“Hey,” Richie said in his Bill accent - aware of Ms. Kaspbrak - wide grin on his face and his hands shoved into his pockets. “You ready?”

Eddie smiled back and nodded, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

They got into Richie’s car and drove a moment before Richie broke the silence.

“You’re not nervous are you?”

Eddie froze, his heart beginning to pound. Could Richie really see right through him?

“Uh, no, why would I be?”

“Ah, I just thought our Eddie Spaghetti might be worried about the boogeymen in the corn fields. This is new ground for you.”

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth. The trail. It’s just about the trail.

“I’ve done haunted houses before. With you.”

“Yeah, but a maze is different.”

“Maze??” Eddie sits up in his seat. “You said it wasn’t a maze!”

Richie gives a devious grin. “I had to say something to get you to come.”

“Richie, I don’t know about this.”

“Oh, don’t get scared now, Eddie.” Richie chuckles to himself. “You’re telling me you don’t wanna get lost with me in the corn maze?”

Eddie goes pink and shoves Richie. “Shut the fuck up.” Richie let out a loud laugh in response.

“You know I’ll protect you, Eddiebear.”

Eddie goes a shade darker. “You know I hate that nickname.” Eddie looked out the window to hide the smile creeping onto his face. “I just think we’re gonna get really lost.”

“That’s the whole point. It’ll be fun.”

“Knowing you you’ll make us have fun whether it’s fun or not.”

“Oh, stop it, Eddie. You make me blush.” Richie spoke in a playful tone, but if Eddie would have looked close enough he would have seen that Richie did wear a blush.

The rest of the drive was full of laughter and music as they discussed corny costumes and their favorite memories of Halloween pranks. When they pulled into the spot, Eddie’s stomach started knotting. The sky was already darkening, a vast expanse of color fading from deep blue to a warm pink. It was in this lighting that Eddie noticed Richie’s hair, more tousled than usual. Did he fix it up for tonight?

No, Eddie stopped himself. I’m just imagining it. But he can’t help imagining other things as well, like running his fingers through that hair as he feels Richie’s hands-

“Do you want hot chocolate?”

Richie’s sudden question snapped him out of his haze. “Uh, sure.”

They approached the booth. “Five dollars?! Wanna just share one?”

Eddie’s mouth went dry at the thought of drinking out of the same cup as Richie; he managed a nod.

They find a place to sit and wait for their group to be called, passing the hot chocolate back and forth to stay warm. Somewhere in the distance, screams can be heard, and Eddie shudders as he looks on at the ever-darkening field.

Richie nudged him with his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. You know it’s all fake.” Eddie nodded in response. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t -“

“No! I want to!”

Richie’s face spread into a toothy grin. “Alrighty then. Just don’t let the scarecrows grab you and take you to their nest.”

Eddie cackled, which makes Richie beam with pride at his joke. “Scarecrows don’t have nests.” Eddie looked on at the field as an unusually loud scream can be heard. “Seriously though, you better not leave me in there.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Eds. You can hold my hand if you want.” He stuck out a hand to Eddie which he pushed away playfully.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

“I’m ser-“

Before Richie could finish his sentence, the announcer had called their group. The nerves begin to settle in both of their stomachs, but what excited Richie terrified Eddie.

After a moment of discussing rules, the group was shoved into the shadowy, towering maze. Richie felt Eddie tense next to him.

He grabbed his arm, causing Eddie to jump. “Hey, just try and relax, okay? It’s scary fun. It’s not meant to be real fear.”

Eddie gave him a small smile. “You’re righ-AH!”

In the middle of his sentence, a fake crow popped out of the bushes, causing him to shriek. Richie began rolling with laughter.

“You’ve gotta chill out.”

Eddie nodded, glancing down at Richie’s hand which was still on his arm. “You’re telling me.”

They continued walking through the path, occasional jump scares making them laugh. A good amount of time passed before they begun to stop hearing the voices of their group members.

“Should I be getting worried? I literally hear nothing.”

“Relax Eddie; that’s just their way of getting to us.”

Eddie heard screams echoing from somewhere far behind them. “No, I seriously think we did something wrong. Back there is the attraction.”

“We can’t go back the way we came. Let’s just keep going.”

“It just keeps getting narrower up here, Richie. Fuck, I just stepped in shit.”

“It’s probably mud,” Richie corrected, chuckling.

“Well it keeps getting darker so I wouldn’t know!”

Richie stopped and rubbed his face. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry I didn’t think this through a little better. This may have been a bad idea. Neither one of us have a good sense of direction, and you didn’t wanna come here anyway. Let’s just turn back.”

Eddie stopped and turned to Richie. “I never said I wanted to leave.” He wiped his nose on his arm. “And if I didn’t wanna come I wouldn’t have.” Richie stared at him a moment, uncertain. Eddie walked up to him. “Are you getting nervous? We can go back if you are.”

“No, no. I just- “ He looked up at the sky, now dotted with stars. “Forget it.”

Richie started to continue on the path. “Wait- What?” Eddie caught up to him. “What is it?”

“Nothing, let’s just hope this path doesn’t stay as lame as it has been.”

“Don’t try to change the subject. What were you gonna-“

“-hold your hand.” Eddie‘s breath caught in his throat. Richie took a deep breath. “I...was just thinking that would help. But it’s stupid. So forget it.”

Eddie’s gaze softened and Stan’s words echoed in his mind. Maybe it hadn’t been such of a stretch after all.

He reached out and clasped Richie’s hand in his own, giving it a soft squeeze. Richie looked over and gave him a grateful smile.

“You don’t have to, Eds-“

“I want to.”

The two walked like that for awhile: silent, surrounded by the sounds of the night. Both of them seemed to realize they were no longer on the path of the corn maze, but neither one seemed to mind.

”Hey ‘Chie?” Eddie mumbled in a soft voice.

“Hm?”

“I- well I’m glad it was just us tonight.” Richie looked over at him, listening intently. Eddie quickly stumbled to add more words. “I mean, it didn’t become a shit talking fest like usual. Don’t get me wrong, I like all that. But it’s nice when we can just talk...too.”

A beat of silence passed. Richie seemed to be considering his words, turning something over in his mind. He finally decided to speak, concluding that Eddie’s courage deserved to be met with his own.

“They weren’t busy.” Richie absentmindedly squeezed Eddie’s hand. “The others. They- some of them would have wanted to come.”

Eddie considered Richie’s words. “Why didn’t they then?”

Richie stopped, pulling Eddie to a stop too. He avoided eye contact but plowed through, heat rising to his face.

“I told them not to.” Eddie became very aware of Richie’s hand in his own, of how close they were standing. He couldn’t tell if it was Richie’s heartbeat or his own he was hearing.

“It’s funny you bring that up, actually. I talked to Stan before we left.”

Richie’s eyes got wide. “Wait, you did? What did he say??”

“Well, I want your opinion on something he said. See, he told me he thought you didn’t want them to go because - because you wanted it to...” Eddie took a breath. “To feel like a d-date.”

“What?? What is he on? Why would he say that??”

“Okay, okay, calm down a sec-“

“Calm down?? Stan is telling ridiculous lies to you about me and you expect me to be calm??”

“Richie. He was just giving his opinion.”

“Well his opinion is wrong, okay!”

“Well fine then! Maybe I was just hoping it wasn’t!” There is a thick silence between them.

Richie blinked at Eddie, gaze softened. “I don’t think you’ll ever know how fucking happy you just made me.”

“So...his opinion about tonight...wasn’t wrong then?”

“Fuck, no.”

Eddie smiled. “Well are you gonna just stand there and stare at me or are you gonna kiss me with that Trashmouth?”

Richie takes in a shaky breath, eyes blown wide. The leaning in felt to Richie like it took five minutes instead five seconds, and the feeling of lips against lips surprised his senses to shock him motionless. It took Eddie to move and feed Richie kisses for Richie to ease into it and do the same. Something reminded Eddie of Richie’s hair and he reached a trembling hand up to run through it, causing Richie to omit a soft moan. It was happening, everything that neither one of them believed possible at all. Yet here they were, lost in each other, surrounded by the scratchy corn stalks and chirping crickets, completely and utterly content.

It took an hour for them to remember they were still in the corn field, and another hour for them to find their way out, but neither one complained. In fact, they actually enjoyed themselves, no longer scared by the characters or props. It was almost laughable that they were ever afraid, not just of the haunted maze, but of each other.

The car ride home felt no different usual, except with an added warmth of knowing that from here on out they could stop pretending and repressing and pining, they could finally be entirely themselves with no fear of the future.

#reddie fic #personal #it #it 2 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie #eddie #fanfiction #slash #kiss #love #reddie #corn maze #halloween

[tinalbion]

Oooooh Tiiiiinnnnnaaaaa! I have an ask for youuuu~ Could I pwease get some Sammy Wescott? You haven't written for him yet and I reallllly want to see what you could do with him! I have some dialogue prompts for you too! We got - "Are you wearing my shirt?" - "Take it off. Slowly." - "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself." Thank you, bless you, I love you! AND most importantly have FUN with this one eh? ❤❤❤ You the best!

Bex! You big-brained and big meat having QUEEN!

I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND YOUR AMAZING PROMPTS!

And as always, I love these boys and I am very happy to finally have written something for Sammy, 

He deserves so much love and praise.

I now know that I am addicted to writing for these boys and I will never stop, especially since I need to practice for the collab we got going! 

I hope it meets your expectations and I hope you vibe and DIE HAPPY with how it turned out!

Love ya, girl!

❤❤❤ 

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Rating: Explicit

Length: 3.6k

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“Just A Reminder”

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Nothing beat sitting by the fire when the chill in the air was a bit too much and you wouldn’t trade those evenings for the world. 

When you weren’t at camp, your family would have bonfires almost every weekend, it was such a relaxing time and it always brought you back to the good memories of camping as a kid. So whenever the counselors wanted to have a bonfire, you were more than willing to attend, even though they tend to get a tad rowdy after a few cold beers.

Sam was a bit reluctant to attend since he figured he’d be the babysitter of the adults, but when he would out you were excited about it, he laughed it off and agreed to accept your invitation. You had asked him late afternoon after chatting a bit with Kizzy and Tori about it, the girls convincing you easily enough to come around and have a good time as they blasted some good tunes and enjoyed the last week with no kids present, it would be one of the best nights for the fire! It didn’t take much to get you to agree.

You were getting ready for the hangout as you changed out of your sweaty counselor clothes and hopped into the shower, but you weren’t sure what you were going to wear so you rummaged through your luggage and found an unfamiliar tee shirt. It was a bit larger than your usual ones, definitely smelled more masculine, like a hint of cologne and woodsy, maybe some smoke. It was Sam’s, that’s right! He borrowed it to you when you were pushed into the lake near the boathouse, you had neglected to return it since your days had been so busy, your thoughts weren’t really focused on the shirt. 

Your thoughts then drifted to Sam and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you smiled, the memories you made this year would be unforgettable and you were more than thankful to have met him, and knowing he was actually coming to the fire was a blessing since he rarely liked to be in the group due to the fact he played the parent to the group. When you promised him it wouldn’t be like that this time, he did that little smirk you adored so much and scoffed, still unsure if he made the right decision, but you would be there and it would be worth it.

The time came and you had slipped into a pair of faded cut off jean shorts, his tee shirt draped over your frame, then you finished it off as you shrugged into an oversized flannel long sleeve. It was only a few minutes past the time the group had suggested for the bonfire to start so you were making good time as you trekked across the large grassy field, the small cooler draped over your shoulder that you decided to bring last-minute, packed with some goodies for the group to share if they desired.

You spotted the roaring flames from a couple of hundred feet away, the sound of music echoing in the area and the apparent sound of laughter only grew when you had gotten close enough. You saw Sam sitting on one of the picnic tables and sipping gingerly at the beer in his hand, his eyes looking around and making sure everything was going smoothly. His eyes scanned over the small group again and saw you just walking onto the concrete area, your eyes locked and you couldn’t help but smile shyly as you walked next to him, the breeze in the air causing you to shiver. 

“Hey Sam,” you greeted cheerfully, setting down the cooler onto the table, “you guys been here long?”

“Nah, I just got here about three or four minutes ago, the rest of them maybe about ten minutes,” he explained. He reached down beside the table and grabbed a bottle from the half-melted ice, then he handed it to you. “Made it just in time for the ghost stories.” He didn’t sound very thrilled about it.

Last time he told a ‘spooky story’, shit hit the fan really quickly. 

He shook the negative thoughts from his mind and tried his best to occupy them with something else. The music playing on the radio was enough to help if only a little. 

You smiled and thanked him for the drink, your eyes following his and watched as the crowd had sat in a circle around the firepit, their attention focused on Jason, who was talking about his time at an old camp that was hundreds of miles from this one, something so cleverly nicknamed ‘Camp Blood’. You were intrigued by the story but immediately could tell Sam wasn’t having the best time right now. You took a breath and sat down next to him on the bench, looking at him with a concerned expression, but before you could speak, he cut you off.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asked curiously, beer still against his lips as he was blatantly staring at your chest. “Wait, are you not wearing a bra either?” His voice was lower this time, almost a whisper. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass you in front of these goofs. 

You blushed in response and took a large sip at your beer. “Yes and yes, happy?”

Sam smirked and looked at you with a gleam in his eyes. “I mean, yeah, of course. You’re here.”

The comment made you want to bite your finger to quiet the squeal that almost surfaced, it was so incredibly cute. Sam was like that, always so sweet and thoughtful of what he said when you were around. Timid and introverted were the best ways to describe him, but what could he say, you brought out the fun side of him. 

You cleared your throat and smiled awkwardly. “Hope they haven’t got too out of hand so soon,” you mentioned casually, hoping to take attention from the lack of underclothes and focus it anywhere else right now. 

Sam’s attention was back on the counselors and he scoffed again as he watched how the flames behind them roared higher as Gerald added more firewood to it. “Yeah, they’ve been good for the time being, but it’s still early. I just don’t wanna end up scolding them again like I always do.”

“I notice Buddy isn’t here, he okay?” 

“Yeah, he’s just not one to join in on the drunken festivities either. I invited him, said we’d be there, but you know him. He wants to get a head start on packing everything up before the week is out. He said he’ll be happy to make tomorrow night’s fire though.”

You nodded in response and smiled, hoping Buddy didn’t just say that to make you feel better. Either way, you knew he wasn’t exactly the most social creature, so you would make it up to him by throwing him a little fire of his own with just the three of you. For tonight, you figured hanging out with the rest of the crew would be good for you guys.

“Hey Sam, you got any scary stories?” Gerald asked a few minutes later.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, not this time, guys.”

“What about you, Y/N?” Gerald directed his attention to you. 

“Nope, out of luck tonight, Ger,” you giggled and nodded your head to the song that began to play. “What about karaoke?” you offered instead.

“Aw hell yeah!” Kizzy shouted. 

A few others reacted with positive sounds while only a few groaned and shook their heads. Either way, the night’s activities were divided up amongst the group, but you and Sam sat at the table and chatted away about the plans you both had for when you went back to your normal lives. You had scooted a little closer to him and leaned your head against his shoulder as he talked, listening while your eyes focused on the fire. 

That’s when the group had all collectively yelled when a certain song came on, the amount of beer in their guts already sloshing around and impairing their motor skills. Sam groaned and was about to stand up and stop them from acting up too much, but you placed your hand on his wrist, grabbing his attention. 

“Come on, let’s let them have some fun,” you offered as you stood up and stretched your arms. 

His eyes were on you again, grazing over your chest as he could see your breasts so easily when your arms lifted high above your head. He wondered if you did this on purpose, just for him to see and to take notice, to think of you in such dirty ways while everyone around them was clueless to your actions. 

Sam stood beside you and walked alongside you as you both grabbed one more drink, silently sneaking off when the others weren’t paying much attention. The counselor breathed a sigh of relief when you were both hidden amongst the trees, the sounds of shouting and laughter fading. 

"Thanks for the distraction, Y/N, I always get a little weird near the end of the season. Always feel bummed, I miss this place when I'm gone." Sam looked up at the dark Louisiana sky and sighed, his mind elsewhere as you both walked the well-known side trail. 

You looked over at him and knew exactly what he meant because you always felt the same way. It was work, sure, but it really didn't feel that way when you and the kids would all enjoy swimming or canoeing together, it was a wonderful experience. You smiled and reached out for his hand, slipping your fingers in between his. "I get it, Sam, I'm just glad I have a new camp to attend every year." 

Of course, it was because of the boys, they were the reason you didn't want to leave, the reason you had felt the best you ever felt in the longest time. 

Your eyes darted up to the sky as soon as you stepped onto the hill, the one Sam told you about that was best for stargazing, and he wasn't wrong; it was incredible. You both looked up and just silently enjoyed the sights and each other's company, the late-night summer's breeze picking up only a little. 

Sam was the first to sit down and he patted the grass beside him. "I remember telling you about this place, my little getaway from everything," he began to ramble, "and I came up here the first night I knew I started to feel something for you."

"Sam, I came out here to have a good time, not to cry and feel emotional," you groaned and wrapped your arm around his, feeling his surprisingly firm muscles under the thicker fabric of his sleeve. 

He laughed and bumped his head against yours, his way of showing affection. "Oh, I'm sorry miss co-counselor, I forgot you like to be the happy one, right?" He teased as he ruffled your hair. That led to you both pushing one another until the mood became too heavy to ignore and you pushed for a kiss.

It started off light and soft, his skin causing yours to bristle with excitement as his hand reached out and slid to the back of your neck. Anytime Sam would allow his fingers to glide across your skin, your immediate reaction was to release a content sigh, which he always took notice of. It happened so quickly that you ended up sliding into his lap, your legs on either side of him and you straddled him as your kisses never stopped. 

It was Sam who pulled back first and smiled up at you. "I gotta say Y/N, you look pretty good in that shirt. Almost makes me regret not leaving it with you sooner." 

You smirked and ran your hands through his hair, the softness tickled your fingertips as you leaned in to kiss him again, indulging yourself in the overwhelming feelings that began to bubble up within you, the same feelings you were dealing with back in your cabin. The heat began to grow as your mouth on his became hungry and needy, your tongue grazing his lips as your hands slid from the back of his neck and drifted down to his collarbone, your fingers smoothed against his chest. He let out a satisfied hum and pushed further into your kisses, fighting as much as he could against the hardness that began to form in his jeans from your touch. His eyes were closed and he was so focused on just feeling you beneath his touch as if you were going to disappear from him forever like he needed to memorize the way you smelled and the way you felt. 

His breathing was heavy when you pulled away from him to adjust yourself, and that’s when Sam had changed on a dime completely; he wrapped both arms around your waist and rolled you over where he was now on top of you, his body between your spread legs as he looked down at you with an animalistic expression that almost made you rethink your choice of getting him worked up in the first place. Wordless, he worked on the button of your jean shorts and quickly tugged them from you, placing them off to the side where he also quickly abandoned his shirt. Your hands instinctively made their way to his chest rubbing against the hair that covered him there, his breaths now becoming close to panting while he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder and placed his hand just shy of your ankle, his other hand rubbing on the front of your panties, teasing you with his light, feathery touches. You let out a needy whine and wiggled under him, thrusting your hips upward to signal you wanted more than just a gentle touch.

“Sa-am,” you moaned as you reached up to cup his cheek, rubbing against the little stubble that started to grow in. 

He smirked and kissed your thumb as an incentive, but he had plans for you and you just needed to be patient. He quickly freed himself from his own jeans and groaned when his hand grazed himself, the mere thought of you around him already filling him with excitement. Sam’s thumb slowly started to work against the bundle of nerves that was aching to be touched without even moving your underwear aside. You cried out his name and groaned as he would rub circles against it and not even on your bare skin, it was torture!

“C’mon Sam, take ‘em off, please?” you whined, your eyes meeting his momentarily, the strain in your voice was apparent that you wanted him so badly you could barely contain your muffled sounds. 

“You ask so nicely, Y/N,” he commented as he leaned down again and gave you a lingering kiss, “but I feel like I should take my time with you tonight.” 

You were about to protest until you suddenly felt his fingers slip beneath the hem of your panties and slide against your folds, making sure you were prepped for him, but you were already soaking wet from the intense makeout you both shared. He smiled, satisfied with the outcome, and then pulled the thin article of clothing down your legs, removing your leg from his shoulder to dispose of them completely. You were eager for him to continue since you knew how well he’d perform with his fingers and his mouth, his gift, as you playfully called it. He always begged you to not refer to it like that, but secretly, he loved it.

Again, your leg was placed onto his shoulder as he laid on his stomach in the grass, his mouth finally making contact with where you needed it most. A sigh a little louder than you anticipated escaped your lips and you didn’t care, your fingers in his hair and yanking at it firmly, begging him to go faster. He didn’t oblige though you trembled beneath him, he was keeping his word and using his tongue in long, slow strokes against your heat. Every so often, he would circle it around your clit, which would cause you to arch your back and hold your breath.

Sam had finally finished teasing you, edging you to the point that he stopped mid lick and pulled away from you, licking his lips with an impish grin plastered on his face. You pouted and looked up at him, resting against your elbows as you propped yourself up.

“Sammy, why’d you stop?” you complained.

He sat upon his knees and wiped the little bit of juices from his chin. “I told you, babe, I’m taking my time with you. Now sit up for me?” His voice was lighter this time, sweetly said as he looked you over. You did as he asked and sat up for him, eager to do whatever he asked of you. “I think you need to be out of that shirt, so take it off. Slowly.”

Sam’s new attitude was one that was unexpected but so very welcomed, but for some reason, you had been feeling rather shy about his request, your hands hesitantly resting at the bottom of the shirt. Once you swallowed the lump in your throat, you looked directly into his eyes and smiled while you slowly pulled the shirt up, revealing your stomach. Painfully slowly. You could see even Sam was getting restless as he watched you reveal every inch of skin until you got to your torso, revealing the lack of coverage you flaunted this evening. He scoffed and reached out to you, his hand grazing your breast as his thumb rubbed over your nipple ever so slightly as he gauged your reactions. 

When you finally lifted the shirt over your head, you threw it behind him and practically tackled him to the ground with your bare form over him, one hand placed in the grass beside his head as your other hand slowly made its way down and gave him a single stroke. A hushed moan of your name left his lips as you moved your wrist in such a way that wanted him to come already, your hand still stroking him tortuously slowly, his strained groans dragged out in the night.

“Aww Sammy, if you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” you warned softly.

He laughed and reached his hand up to cup your cheek. “And if I don’t want you to stop?”

That was all you really needed to answer your question, so with a smile, you crawled on top of him and straddled his hips, slowly placing his length against your throbbing sex, not allowing him to enter just yet, but letting him slide it against you, which made you moan you his name, the need so very palpable in the moment. It was a wonder you had lasted as long as you did with the teasing, but the way he spoke to you was so fucking hot, you needed to show him what he did to you. 

After a few times of rocking your hips back and forth against him, his cock so hard against you as you teased him, he finally lifted his hips, which surprised you and caught you so off guard that you fell forward, but Sam caught you in time with both arms tightly wrapped around you. His face was buried in the side of your neck as he suddenly plunged within you mercilessly, his hips slapping against yours and the sound of wetness sticking to you both made you lose yourself almost as soon as Sam began to fuck you.    

He was merciless as he lifted you just right where you didn’t have to do a thing, you just allowed him to hold onto you as he slammed into you repeatedly, your cries only growing with each deep thrust, and his mouth had been on yours, the exchange of sloppy kisses almost ending as quickly as it started when you both felt the other starting to tense up or clench down. Sam threw his head back and groaned out your name, again and again, your voice already so taken that you could barely manage to speak let alone take a breath to cry out his name in return. Sam was the first to come and his orgasm only fueled yours to happen soon after, and it took you a moment to roll off of him and catch your breath beside him in the grass. You didn’t care that you had been feeling all sorts of stickiness drip down your thighs, but you could care less as you lay there beside him, you hand found his and you held onto it and gave it a squeeze. 

“Well, that was something else,” you commented after a few moments of silence. 

“Good I hope,” Sam replied with a small chuckle, “but remind me to leave a shirt at your cabin again if this is gonna be a regular outcome.” He turned to look at you and you both laughed, his forehead gently touched yours and you sighed happily.

At least you were able to stargaze after all.  

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[shitty-tf2-headcanons]

Mercs and s/o watching a scary movie together?

Scout-

Aww you wanted to watch a scary movie with him? Did you want your big brave Scout to protect you from any monsters that came after you? That’s cute. But sure, he’ll watch one with you. Just hold him tight if you ever get scared, babe!

The both of sat on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table while your legs sat under you. His arm lay across your shoulder and your head rested on his chest, his chatter light but endless as you watched the movie. He leaned in close to your ear, “This ain’t even sc-” 

His words were cut off by a jumpscare and his own petrified screams. He flailed wildly before practically throwing himself into your side and holding you as tightly as he could. His wide panicked eyes remained planted on the screen and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, you could feel the tremors of his body.

After he calmed down from his mini attack, he straightened up and tried to play off his major scare. Though judging by how tight he held you to his chest, he was still a bit shaken. In an effort to comfort him, you gave his cheek a kiss. His eyes flickered over to you and a sweet if shaky smile spread across his lips. 

Soldier-

A scary movie, huh? Why watch that crap when you could go out with him and fight a real wizard! Oh, you don’t want to fight? Fine, he guesses he could watch one with you. But your ass better be ready for some strong American cuddles!

He laid behind you with his head propped up by his hand, his other arm thrown over your waist and keeping your body pressed close against him. He watched the film with childish wonder, occasionally leaning down to your ear to ask what happened again. His hand would stroke your belly as you quietly spoke to him.

You can’t really explain what happened next. All you know is that the monster popped up on the screen and Solly let out a startled shout behind you. Next thing you know, you’re on the floor and Solly is standing over the now destroyed TV. He was screaming about how the monster won’t hurt anyone anymore. 

Once his TV rampage ended, he plucked you off the ground and ran off with outside, screaming about hunting down all the monsters so none could hurt you. All you could do was hold onto him tighter as he barreled towards Merasmus’ home. Congratulations, movie night became fight Merasmus night.

Pyro-

O-Oh, you wanted to watch a scary movie? They don’t really like scary movies but…as long as you’re there then it’s okay! Can you snuggle them, please? And give them kisses? Oh, oh, can you make some hot chocolate too!? Please!!

They were sat across your lap, their mask nuzzled into your neck and their arms wrapped around your waist. Your hand stroked circles into their back as they trembled and mumbled quietly. They tried their best to pay attention to the movie but it was pretty hard to when they were constantly on the lookout for scares. 

A pained scream burst forth from the screen and Pyro gasped and jolted violently. They buried their face away in the crook of your neck and cried as their fingers dug into the fabric of your clothes. Their whimpers were muffled by their mask but you could still clearly hear them. Their body pressed closer to you. 

The next hour was spent holding them close and peppering their mask in kisses, reassuring them that it was just a movie and no monsters were coming for them. They only really calmed down when you made some hot coco and played a family friendly movie. That still didn’t stop them from clinging to you though. 

Demo-

Oooh you wanna watch a scary movie? Sure thing, lass/lad! Just, don’t put on anything involving eyes, okay? And hey, if the movie isn’t even that scary then maybe he can share some of his famous ghost stories to give you a real scare. 

His arms rested on the back of the couch and his feet rested on table, your feet resting in his lap as you lay across the couch. Following his command, you did put on something that didn’t involve eyeballs but that did nothing to stop the boredom he felt. He spoke to you the entire time in order to keep himself awake.

After yawning for the 100th time, he finally moved your feet off of him and claimed that he was gonna get some popcorn. You let him go and continued watching the film. It’s only when you briefly wondered where Demo was is when he sprung in front of you and shouted “BOO” in your face. 

You would’ve shouted at him for laughing so hard but you were busy trying to calm your racing heart and find your breath. He was doubled over on the floor and wheezing when you finally glared at him and told him to get you some apology popcorn. He gave you a kiss on the nose and went off to get your treat.

Heavy-

You want to watch scary movie? Hmph, alright. If movie is too scary, don’t be afraid. He will crush any monsters or people who try to hurt you. Will keep you safe and warm. Now, let him make some movie snacks in case you’re hungry.

You’re sat on his lap with a giant bowl of popcorn sat in your own. His chin rested on top of your head and his large broad hands lightly held your hips. As expected, he was silent as you both watched the film but he occasionally did quietly ask you to explain certain plot points. You, of course, obliged. 

You were in the middle of explaining why the victim chose to run upstairs of all things when a violent screech rang from the TV and caught you off guard. You jolted in place and let out a startled squeak, dropping the bowl of popcorn and tensing up in place. Heavy flinched below you and was quick to pause the film. 

Despite your insistence that you were fine, you were just a little spooked, that did nothing to stop him from turning you to face him and cupping your face. He repeatedly asked if you were alright and assured you that you were safe with him. He gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead and held you close to his chest.

Engineer-

Oh, you want to watch a horror movie? He would’ve preferred to watch a romantic comedy or maybe a light drama but whatever makes you happy, darling! He’ll set up his sentry in the corner in case a spooky monster comes in.

The both of you sat side by side, your hips touching and his hand holding yours in his lap and letting his thumb stroke along it. It wasn’t hard to hear his little scoffs or snickers when a victim did something particularly stupid. You squeezed his hand and asked him what was so funny. He chuckled and smiled at you. 

He looked at you and told you that there is a easy way to stop the killer, just use a gun. You gave him a look and asked him what if there was no gun. His smile drops and says that they can just grab a makeshift weapon and attack the killer. What if the killer is invisible? Congratulations, you just opened a flood gate.

The movie was all but forgotten as the both of you began to debate the most effective way to stop a horror movie killer’s murdering spree. Engie was on the brink of shouting when a sudden surge of playful aggression came over you. So you tackled him and peppered his face in kisses, effectively ending your debate. 

Medic-

You want to watch a horror movie? Oh how delightful, he was hoping to get a good laugh tonight! Make sure to pick the bloodiest and goriest movie you can find, or else it won’t be very fun. Oh, maybe you can get some cuddles too!

His elbows were propped up on his knees and his hands cupped his face, his eyes wide and glazed as he watched the film. You rested your back against his side and your feet were propped up on the couch’s edge. He was silent. Completely enthralled by the film and blind to his surroundings and you. 

Suddenly, a surge of laughter burst out of him and he doubled over, holding his sides and trying in vain to wipe away the tears that pricked his eyes. You shot off of him and gave him a questioning look. He noticed your stare and tried to explain what was so funny, but he always fell into a fit of giggles.

After he calmed down, he told you in great detail about how unrealistic the effects were. I mean, look at how fake that corpse is! You and him spent the duration of the time laughing uncontrollably at the corny film, your laughter drew some of your concerned teammates out. Overall, it’s a morbid but fun night.

Sniper-

Scary movies ain’t as scary as being trapped in a jungle with a broken arm and leg, with nothing but a flimsy little pocket knife and a bag of jerky, alone and surrounded by hungry animals who want to eat you alive. But sure he’ll watch. 

You sat back on the couch with your legs spread apart, he sat on the floor in between your legs with his head resting against your inner thigh. Your hands rested in his shaggy brown hair and softly stroked his scalp as you both watched the movie. As to be expected, he was silent…and motionless? 

You quirked an eyebrow and leaned forward to take a peek at his face. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted, his breaths light and faint. Ah, he had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful. You smiled and leaned back against the couch. You continued to softly pet him and lightly scratch his head.

Though the moment was completely ruined when a jumpscare managed to scare you and you nearly ripped out a handful of his hair as you jumped. He awoke with a start, bleary and confused, the pain in his scalp only registering after a few moments. He gave you an annoyed look and you smiled sheepishly.

Spy-

Really, ma amour, a horror film? There are much more entertaining and romantic ways to spend a night with him. But he guesses he could watch it with you. But remember, he’ll hold you if you ever get scared of the scary monsters or killers. 

Your head rested in his lap and your hand stroked along his knee as you watched the film, his hand softly running along your neck and ear, his other hand was busy holding his cigarette. He puffs and smokes, openly mocking the corny film and chuckling at the actor’s expense.  He seemed to enjoy himself after all.

He was enjoying himself up until a particularly loud bang from the other room scared the living daylights of him. You fell from his lap and onto the floor as he leapt off the couch with a scream. Scout ran into the room, asking if someone was just stabbed or something. You just mumbled something into the floor. 

Spy was nice enough to carry you to the kitchen and hold a bag of frozen peas to your sore face, apologizing profusely and asking if you were okay. Through his concern, you could sense his embarrassment and moodiness from his less than perfect display earlier. His mood only worsened when you chuckled.

Miss Pauling-

Eh, horror movies don’t really scare her anymore, considering she’s shooting people in the face and burying corpses on the daily. So she’ll pass…wait a second…if she watches with you will there be cuddles? If so, then hell yeah.

You laid back on the couch while she laid on top of you, your arms wrapped around her waist and your hands resting on the small of her back. Her arms were wrapped around your neck and her face was snuggled into your neck. She was trying her best to watch the film but she found that she really couldn’t. 

Your hands stroked along her back and her fingers lightly brushed along your neck. The screams and blood shed that played on the screen did nothing to her. She just sleepily called them idiots and criticized the killer for being so sloppy in their work. You just hummed softly and muttered your agreement.  

It wasn’t all that surprising when she closed her eyes and snuggled further into your neck, sleep having finally claimed her despite the chaos that played out. You tried your best to watch the rest of the movie through bleary eyes but her weight and warmth soon pulled you under too. 

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 imagines #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 miss pauling #asks

[ghostyprince]

And also, for @trashy-artist-here because you prompted something similar. I hope you both like this!!💕

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The building they're visiting this time isn't such a scary place in Shane's opinion, but then again, anything they have visited so far was tipping towards the gross, dusty, and way too old end of the scale rather than the spooky one.

Sure, it's a long-closed down prison. And sure, the may have tortured and treated the people there like absolute garbage back in the '30s but it's more heartbreaking than anything in Shane's opinion.

But of course, Ryan doesn't think so, he gets lost in his head, psyching himself up, until every shadow, every little scratching sound is making the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Not that Shane was looking at Ryan's neck. (Alright, maybe he was looking a little.)

The point is, he's jumpy as all hell, and Shane finds it terribly amusing as always. His shoe scrapes over some debris, and the sound is ear piercing in the quiet, bouncing off of the bare walls.

Ryan cries out, his whole body jerks and Shane can't help himself, he throws his head back, letting out a surprised laugh, although he may feel a little bad about it.

"You're such a piece of shit, Shane!" Ryan groans and Shane loves the way his face heats up, from embarrassment. "I bet you did that on purpose, stop freaking me out, jackass!"

"Stop freaking out then!" Shane wheezes, and pats Ryan on the back, he lets out a little snort when Ryan flinches again, just slightly.

"You're as tense as a stick, man. Or like the stick is stuck up your ass."

"Shane! Fucking can't you just—" Ryan cuts himself off abruptly and he freezes. It's enough for Shane's smile to fall too and morph into actual concern.

He looks in the direction Ryan is staring at, but all he sees is a bunch of dust flying everywhere like someone just rushed through the hallway that's across the one they're standing in.

Huh.

Maybe someone left a window open, his brain supplies. Yeah, that must be it. And that's the simple thought process that goes through Shane's head every time something "unexplainable" happens.

His brain explains it perfectly well.

Ryan's, on the other hand, it seemed to shut down and reboot again.

"Dude, did you see that?" He asks and Shane would laugh at the fact that they're slowly becoming one of those fake ghost hunters on TV. If only Ryan wouldn't look so genuinely terrified.

"It was a guy, he looked like a doctor. He was— he was fucking terrifying. Holy shit I hope the chest cam—" he starts fidgeting with it right away, and Shane takes note of how much his hand is shaking. "It must've recorded it, right? He was fucking covered in blood, please tell me you saw it! Shane!"

The rushed and panicked sound of his name snaps Shane out if his thoughts and he's reaching forward without thinking. His hands land on Ryan's shoulders, gently squeezing.

Shane feels how tense his muscles are under his fingertips but for once he doesn't think about what else those muscles could do with him. He tucks that away for later when it's less inappropriate.

"I didn't see anything Ryan, calm down," he says gently and that definitely doesn't have the desired effect. But Shane's stupid mouth keeps running because of course he never knows when to shut the hell up. "It must've been just—"

"No, shut up! You always fucking do this," Ryan interrupts him abruptly and the words die in Shane's throat. "Don't try to explain it away, I know— I know what I saw, I'm not crazy, Shane."

His voice cracks and Shane realizes he damn stepped in it now. He needs to fix this as soon as possible.

"Hey, I believe, you, of course, I do. But you need to breathe, alright?" He tries and Ryan snorts like he doubts that. Like he doubts Shane would ever see eye to eye with him on the subject of ghosts.

"Tell me that you consider the possibility of it being a ghost then," Ryan asks and Shane wonders when things went so wrong. Was he really such an asshole about the whole ghost stuff?

He must be quiet for too long because Ryan shakes his head slightly.

"Whatever let's just go back to the crew," Ryan says quietly, and he looks so disappointed, Shane wants to slap himself for being such an idiot. Before he could say something, however, there is a set of loud footsteps coming from behind them.

Like someone is running towards them.

Shane spins around, but he doesn't see anything, and he gets distracted anyway because Ryan's loud yelp drowns out the last of the footsteps.

Moments later, a solid body is pressing against Shane's, and he needs a few seconds to process that it's Ryan's.

Normally, he would find it funny, the fact that Ryan is trying to climb him like a fucking tree. But he's not laughing now, because the warm, firm press of Ryan's muscles sends his heart flying up to his throat.

Ryan's arms wound around Shane's waist, and their bodies are lined up from knee to shoulders, with Ryan's face buried into the dip of Shane's shoulder. And Shane feels very hot all of a sudden.

He does wrap his arms around Ryan's shoulders when his brain comes back online again, and Ryan lets out a soft little laugh, breathing right into Shane's neck. It does not help whatsoever.

"I'm sorry. That scared me so fucking much, I think I physically can't move."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here  alright?" Shane asks, voice nothing but a scratchy whisper. He's proud he could get that out at the very least and extremely grateful for Ryan's face being tucked into his shoulder because Shane would surely die from embarrassment if Ryan would notice how red he has gotten.

"I know," Ryan laughs, it's a shaky sound, and Shane's hold tightens around him instinctively. They stand there for a heartbeat or two in a tangle of limbs, before Ryan starts slowly extracting himself from the hug.

Shane thinks that's that. They had a nice little moment of comfort and they'll never talk about it again, right? It's how they seemed to do things lately. Get sappy and tender and never speak of it again.

Well, Ryan had something else in mind entirely.

He doesn't go too far, and before Shane could realize that, he's already reaching up, having to stand on his tippy toes to effectively bury his fingers into Shane's hair. And then he tugs.

He tugs Shane all the way down to his eye level and when their lips meet in long, undoubtedly sloppy but fucking wonderful kiss, Shane thinks he might just be possessed or dreaming or both.

The kiss is a mess of tongues and teeth and Shane's back is dangerously close to cramping and he can't fucking breathe.

And yet, he still dives back for more and an embarrassingly whiny sound founds its way out from the back of his throat when Ryan's fingers tighten in his hair briefly.

They're both trying to catch their breath when they finally pull away and Shane is glad he's not the only one affected.

The sight of Ryan's flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips, not to mention how dark his eyes appear to be even in the shitty lighting of the hallway.

That sight alone almost gets him to start kissing Ryan again but Shane can muster up some sort of self-control eventually.

Another make out session might be what they want right now, but it's most certainly not what they need.

The kiss doesn't get talked about, not even when they arrive back at their shared hotel room and take their respective showers to wash off the grime of the ancient building.

They exchange nothing more but quiet words about Unsolved, the shoot, about Watcher. Shane glances over at Ryan, watches him text their friends, and then stare at his chest camera — now discarded on top of Ryan's suitcase — like it personally offended him.

"Are you thinking about looking at the footage?" Shane asks, and Ryan is seemingly grateful he didn't have to be the one to break the awkward silence.

"Yeah, maybe," Ryan hums and then looks away with a sigh, right at Shane, unfortunately. Shane squirms under his gaze, slightly, but probably just enough for Ryan to notice. "I don't want to deal with it right now. I'm exhausted, this was just too much for today.

Shane only lets out a little noise of agreement, and he wonders if what they had done was too much, if Ryan has meant to include that also.

"Do you want to, maybe...?" Ryan trails off, nodding towards his bed and probably hoping that Shane will get what he means.

And well, Shane can be infuriatingly oblivious, but this, he understands. His mouth feels paper dry when he speaks. "Yeah, sure."

He stands, rubbing a hand down his face because he doesn't know what to do with them otherwise. He's already dressed in his pajamas — they both are, actually — soft sweatpants and worn-out cotton shirts; so it's not difficult to grab his pillow and climb into Ryan's bed, right next to him.

And that's when trouble begins because Ryan is taking his shirt off and Shane's heart surges so hard in his chest he almost thinks it will fall right out. Is it not enough to have to sleep with the possibly not-so-unrequited love of his life, but he has to be shirtless too?

Shane got cursed by whatever was or wasn't at that damn place he's sure of it.

"Uhh, if you mind I can put it back on," Ryan tells him because Shane had been staring like it's nobody's business.

"No, no you're fine. I mean it's fine." Shane chokes out and he's a little bit mad at himself for getting so flustered when it comes to guys he thinks are cute. Especially when it's Ryan.

Luckily, Ryan laughs, and even if it's kind of annoying, Shane happily takes that over the awkwardness.

Shane speaks, quietly, after they turned the lights off, and got under the covers. The bed is fairly small, so Shane really had to huddle more close to Ryan than what they would've been comfortable with years ago.

"For the record, I don't think you're crazy."

"Well, that's good to know." Ryan laughs softly, but there is an uncomfortable undertone to it and Shane doesn't like it one bit.

"I'm serious, Ryan. I might not have the opinion it was a ghost, but you know I'd never think you're crazy. And if you think I would, well— I'm a shitty friend then, and I'm sorry about that."

"No, you're not, Shane. I think I'm just insecure. It's a whole other issue." Ryan admits and Shane is too curious for his own good.

"What other issue?"

"Do you think we should talk about what happened in the prison?" Ryan asks instead, not even being subtle about changing the subject and Shane decides to let it go for now.

"The kiss?"

"No, the fucking ghost— yeah the kiss, dude!" Ryan scoffs, and Shane has no brain to mouth filter apparently.

"It wasn't a ghost—"

"Shane, don't fucking start this again I swear—"

"Look I'm just saying—"

"Shut up, Shane!" Ryan wheezes, because they keep talking over each other and they're being so stupid. Shane wheezes with him and he suddenly feels like being bold. It's dark and Ryan can't see him too well, so fuck it.

"Shut me up then."

There is a beat of silence and then the rustling of sheets as Ryan is sliding closer to press his mouth hotly over Shane's again. Shane's hands find their way up on Ryan's back and there is a slight tremble to the movement when Ryan swipes his tongue over his. Shane is almost dizzy with it all, the available skin he's allowed to touch now, the smell of Ryan's shower gel. He almost feels like he's dreaming.

"We really should be talking about this," Ryan murmurs muffled by Shane's lips, minutes or hours later, none of them truly know at this point.

"S'fine, nothing to talk about." Shane rasps, trying to tug him back into another mind-melting kiss but Ryan snorts against his lips and it should be a little gross but Shane adores him too much to care.

"Shane, come on, we gotta. We're adults." Ryan reasons and nips at Shane's chin as he kisses his way down from his lips.

"Fuck being an adult," Shane scoffs but pulls away just enough to take in Ryan's flushed cheeks and bright eyes. And that smile, the sunshine smile Shane loves the most.

"Hard same but seriously. Is this just a hookup? What are we doing?" Ryan asks sheepishly and he looks so open, Shane wants to hide, to avoid being as open as Ryan is with him. Because ghosts might not spook him, but emotional vulnerability sure fucking does.

He has nowhere to hide though, and he thinks that maybe, just maybe if he throws all caution to the wind, things might turn out okay. He does it all the time, he did it when he agreed to do Unsolved with Ryan, and he did it when they were making Watcher.

"I really like you, Ryan. I don't know how not to sound like a teenager when I say this, but— well it's true." Shane says eventually, forcing himself to keep eye contact as his hold tightens in the fabric of Ryan's shirt. This is just about the most difficult thing he's ever done and look at him, he's powering through it like a champ.

"How about breaking the rules we established in the podcast and say I love you? What do you say to that, big guy?" Ryan suggests, softly, and Shane gladly watches the fear and anxiety dissolve from his eyes when he answers. They're both taking leaps of fate today it seems like.

"Fuck the rules, also."

Shane flips them over, making Ryan laugh and let out an exaggerated oof sound and then he's kissing Ryan again, Shane murmuring I love you back against Ryan's lips.

#shyan #skeptic believer #shyan fic #shyan fanfiction #fanfictions #prompt fill #prompt #i wanted to answer this as an ask but i broke it with the read more #thanks tumblr #trashy-artist-here

[kingsombraisbestvillain]

A Chance at Peace Part 3

Nearly two hours after the princesses announcement, nearly all of Canterlot was dead quiet. As the moon hung in the air a chill breeze filled the streets. Soldiers stood guard at every entrance and exit to the city. The walls were lined with hundreds of guards who stood ready, everyone one of them filled with a sense of unease and dread. Princess Celestia and Luna stood together in the hall of history, filled with stained glass windows that depicted major events in Equestria’s history. The two royal sisters stared up at one of the glass windows. It showed the fall of the Crystal Empire. Millions of ponies disappearing all at once. Lost in time, all at the hooves of a mad stallion. A depiction of Sombra dragging the Empire down with him below the ice. The shadow of Sombra had fallen over the Crystal Empire, and now it fell over Canterlot and all of Equestria. 

“It is nearly midnight sister.” Celestia spoke up filling the void of silence. 

“Yes, the bewitching hour as it's been called? When it's said that all sorts of dark and mysterious forces grow strongest and monsters come out and roam the night.” Luna said. “Couldn’t ponies have come up with something a little less intimidating for my night?” Luna joked. 

“Now sister we both know that’s not your fault. If anything its because of beings like Sombra that caused such panic.” Celestia said trying to console her sister. 

“Or Nightmare Moon.” Luna retorted, Celestia looked to her sister in concern. “I am fine Tia, just venting some pent up stress. This whole business with Sombra has turned my holiday that was supposed to celebrate scares into an actual nightmare.” Luna sighed, Celestia put her wing over sister and pulled her close. “I know the feeling Luna. It's times like this I miss being asked for approval over minor and snobbish things from the nobles, rather than being told how many lives Sombra has put in danger.” Celestia chuckled, Luna seemed to lighten up on that. 

“Do you really think he wants peace?” Luna asked. “He’s never done anything like this before, and if he truly does then what do we do? We can’t  just let him run free, and I highly doubt he wants to be reformed like Discord was.” “I don’t know sister….I truly do not know. But whatever the future may hold, we shall face it together.” Celestia said, pulling her sister close. The two sat in silence for a while before Celestia started to chuckle. 

“What's so funny sister?” Luna asked, curious of her sister's sudden cheeriness. 

“Oh, it's just that I was hoping to have retired by now and let Twilight take my place.” Celestia giggled. 

“Tia you must be joking correct?” Luna said confused. 

“Oh no I’m very serious. I was hoping that I could finally hang up the crown and relax. Perhaps travel the world like we did in our youth.” Celestia sighed. “I was hoping you could join me of course, if you desired too.”

“Hmph, while the idea of retirement sounds nice, I still have to make up for lost time sister. And while I have no doubt Twilight is capable of leading, she’ll need more than just the friendship lessons she’s learned to be a wise ruler.” Luna said before chuckling herself. “I mean you can’t friendship your way out of dealing with taxes, trade deals, and negotiations.” “True, though I have yet to see something that friendship hasn’t been able to overcome.” Celestia teased. “ ‘Prepare yourself taxes face the power of the rainbow of friendship!’ ” The two laughed at that, a reprieve from all the stress and headaches they’ve had to deal with over the past year. 

“Not to interrupt your little ‘sisterly bonding time’.” Discord’s voice spoke up. He appeared in the stained glass window in front of the two. He chuckled as he added a mustache to the stained glass Sombra. “But Mr. Smokey and dreadful is about to arrive.” Discord said before snapping away. The two looked to each other and nodded, their expressions turning serious. 

“Go inform Twilight and the others, I shall prepare the throne room for the meeting.” Luna nodded and teleported away. Celestia sighed as she looked out the window, in the distance she could see a purple glowing light draw closer and closer to Canterlot. “Let us see what you want Sombra.” 

*POV Sombra*

From his window, Sombra could see Canterlot in the distance. He grinned as he passed over the nearby town of Ponyville. He could sense the terror in the small town skyrocket as his ship flew over. The roar of its magical engines waking the town as it passed by. The machine was sleek and firm as the wind passed over its metal exterior. It was colored a dark purple with black. Nearly invisible in the night sky save for the red glow of the crystal engines. The ‘Black Phantom’, flew beautifully toward Canterlot.

“My King, we are detecting numerous magical barriers around the mountain.” A voice spoke out from his ship’s radio channel. “Our ships will remain hidden as we pass through, but if we make any move to attack or lower our cloaking spells…”

“Then the alarms will go off.” Sombra groaned. “Send out drones to scan the city, they should be small enough to remain undetected. But still use the utmost care to stay hidden. I don’t want any slip ups.” “Yes my King.” The voice said as Sombra zoomed toward the city. Lighting up his horn he felt his ear piece.

“Grogar, Bray? Do you two read me?” Sombra asked, checking his device.

“Loud and clear my boy.” Grogar responded. “Heh, we should be able to hear everything that's happening on your end. But for precaution we’ll be going dark, so as to not rouse suspicion.” “Good, then all is going according to plan.” Sombra said as he approached the main city. The large magical shield glistening in the moonlight. “I’m going in, be ready to haul flank if things go south.” Sombra said. 

“Roger that, and Sombra?” Grogar said, the king’s ears perked as he listened to his former teachers last minute advise. “Don’t go exploding again. I do not want to have to cast a resurrection spell.” 

“Heh, always the joker.” Sombra said. His ship slowed to a halt as he waited for the shield to open up. He could see the city through the magic bubble, guards at all stations. All staring up at him with mixtures of fear and contempt. Finally an opening appeared and Sombra flew in. 

*POV Third Person* 

Twilight could watch in marvel as the strange ship flew over the city. The ship was nothing like the air ships of the Storm King. This thing appeared like some kind of small metal flying monster gliding through the night. The sound it made as it passed overhead made her fur stand on end. 

“Incredible, such design. Such machinery, its like nothing I’ve ever seen!” Twilight spoke up as her mind started to race with ideas. 

“Hold yourself Sparkle, remember who’s piloting that vessel.” Luna spoke up snapping Twilight from her trance.

“Eh it's no big deal, I bet I could fly circles around that tin can.” Rainbow boasted. “Still its design has much left to be desired. I mean purple and black? Yuck!” Rarity grimace. 

“It looks so scary…” Fluttershy whimpered. 

“It would definitely give a dragon pause.” Spike gulped. 

“Ooh imagine all the parties I could go to in that thing!” Pinkie giggled as she bounced up and down. 

*VVVRRRRAAAMMM* The machine roared as it passed over head making the group jump in alarm.  

“Maybe after we make it sound less spooky.” Pinkie said as the ship came to a stop in mid air. It descended slowly on the open castle plot in front of the group. Guards swarmed the ship and stood ready to attack. Luna held up a hoof to keep them at bay. 

With a hiss a small part of the ship opened up. Blowing out steam from the pressurized interior a ramp descended down to the ground with a clang. No one dared say a word as the ship settled. 

*clank*

*clank*

*clank* 

The sound of metal against metal echoed out from the ship. From out of the Smoke Sombra trotted out clad in his silver armor, his red cape draped over his back. His black mane and tail moving in the nonexistent wind. A dark parody to the royal sisters' own flowing manes and tails. His blood red horn shined in the moonlight as his crimson red eyes pierced through the smoke and into the hearts of the ponies in front of him. 

“Good evening Princess Luna. Have you had a happy Nightmare Night?” Sombra spoke as he gave a fanged grin. His voice smooth as silk and deep cutting through the quiet night. “I hope I didn’t give you all too much of a fright?” 

#Mlp #King Sombra #Event #A chance at peace #youtube #star wars #if you know where the image is from than congrats! you get a thumbs up from me #Part 3 #I'm probably gonna continue this tommorow #because i'm tired

[belladonnabear]

BNHA Headcannon: You Go To A Haunted House And They End Up Losing You

Author’s Note: So this actually happened to me. I went into a Haunted House with my younger brother and we were having a good time. Haunted Houses don’t scare me because I used to work at them. I’ve worked at this particular haunted house for five years. I’m used to making jokes when going through them. However, I ended up losing my brother during the Haunted House this year and started panicking. He was too freaked out by one of the chainsaws so he had to leave. Thankfully, we ended up finding each other when I exited the building. The scariest part of the whole thing wasn’t the Haunted House but me thinking I lost my brother or that he was hurt somewhere. Chainsaws were nothing compared to thinking that he was gone. So I decided to write this little BNHA head cannons of what would happen if you and your boyfriend were separated and lost each other during one. Now that the introduction is out of the way, let’s continue.

Didn’t really like the idea of going into a Haunted House.

But since you’re his precious girlfriend he went with you, despite all rational thoughts that he shouldn’t be here.

Admires the decorations up front and the makeup details all of the people were wearing.

Of course, you two dressed up as well. With him as a spooky ghost and you as a witch.

Took a few photos of you because gosh darn it he loves you and you’re so cute.

Was getting nervous when you two approached the entrance to the attraction and instinctively grabbed your hand. 

His heart exploded when he was told to go.

Creeped out the whole time and flinched every time there was a jump scare. 

Doesn’t like the clown horns. They get him every time.

Your kisses however called him down a lot and helped him get through the worst of it.

However, he got spooked out by a Leatherface looking at him eerily with an active chainsaw and he booked it.

Eventually, he stopped once he no longer heard the sound of a chainsaw after him. 

He however, starts to panic when he realizes you’re nowhere to be found. 

Asks a couple of people if they’ve seen you but they don’t.

Doesn’t want to overreact and knows you can take care of yourself.

Decides to get through the rest of this Haunted House quickly so he can find you.

Brave hero Deku blazes through the rest of the spooky stuff because he was too preoccupied to find you.

Eventually, gets back to the entrance and desperately starts searching for you. 

Finds you holding a poor kid in your arms. The kid is crying and wants his mommy.

You explain that you found the poor kid crying and refusing to go on further. 

Picking him up, you took one of the emergency exits and left telling the staff that there was a lost boy who was looking for his mom.

Is relieved you’re okay but begs you next time to let him know so that way he doesn’t have to worry.

He also admires your kindness to help this poor kid out.

The child reunites with his mom and Izuku explains the rest of what you missed while you were busy.

He was very adamant about not going to this but you tried every trick in the book until he accepted.

The only thing that convinced him to go was when you called him a chicken and that you would ask Deku to go since he’s brave.

“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?! LIKE HELL DEKU IS BRAVER THAN ME! I’LL GO WITH YOU TO THE SHITTY HOUSE!”

And just like that you were here with your growling boyfriend who only came here because of your teasing.

He was dressed as a werewolf and you were little red riding hood. 

Takes a sneak photo of you when you were admiring the decorations and makes it his lockscreen.

Almost gets into a fight with one guy because Katsuki thought he was checking out your ass.

Eventually, the two of you made your way inside.

Had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you close into him.

Wasn’t all that bothered by the employees but the loud sound effects were kind of annoying.

Thought some of the gore was pretty cool though.

Eventually, the two of you had to climb up a ladder and he went first so he didn’t have to hear anymore of the loud horns.

Waited at the top for you even though he was impatient and started to wonder what the hell is taking so long.

Goes down and frowns when he realizes you’re not down there. Starts yelling for you and walking the opposite way despite the protests of the employees.

Internally starts worrying that you got too scared or some shitty villain kidnapped you while you two were out.

Hates himself for going up the ladder first rather than you going first or together.

Hears distant screams out on the exits and runs out it.

See’s you glaring down at the creep who was eyeing you earlier.

That’s when you explain when you climbed up the ladder, the pervert flipped up your skirt and made disgusting comments about your body.

You punched him in the face and went after the sicko when he ran off.

Katsuki’s eyes blazed with fury and he kicked the creep in the stomach.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! TREAT MY GIRL LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I’LL KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME?!”

You cheered him on in the back, which made Katsuki’s chest swell with pride.

Katsuki took you both back to his place for his own Halloween fun with you~

At first, he thought you meant like an actual haunted house like with pagan rituals and spirits.

“You want us to have a date at the Ancient Ram Inn?”

“Shoto, that’s not what I meant!”

You had to clarify what exactly you mean by a haunted house.

He decided to go, since you were very adamant about going yourself.

Of course you two dressed up as Dracula and his bride.

Took a selfie together because Shoto with his hair slicked to the side is something you love with all your heart. 

Shoto admired all the pumpkin carvings and you two promised to carve on some pumpkins together.

As the both of you were getting closer to the entrance, he noticed how stiff you had become. 

Asks if you were okay and you assured him nothing was wrong.

Didn’t think much of it and went into the Haunted House with you.

Wasn’t scared during the attraction and just focused on holding your hand and not tripping on any props.

Wonders how that person can see without their head and how they got some of the props to move.

He sees a man in a pig mask with a chainsaw and takes off running with you.

Didn’t like the chainsaw noise and he wasn’t sure why. It just made him uncomfortable.

However, he realizes that your hand slipped away from his and starts to fret over what happened to you. 

Heads back, calling your name and desperately trying to find out where you were.

Thinks he’s a terrible boyfriend for not realizing you were missing and he should have noticed sooner.

Is thinking about calling the police but he eventually finds you huddled in a dark corner whimpering.

Quickly scoops you into his arms and holds you closely to him.

Asks what happened and you explained that you got too scared and accidentally let go of his hand.

He feels like an idiot for not noticing that you were freaking out earlier before they even started the Haunted House.

Carries you the rest of the way through as your head is buried into his arms.

Shoots ice cold glares at anyone who gets to close.

The two of you exit the Haunted House and he kisses you on the cheek saying that you two could just stick to carving pumpkins instead.

Mentions how UA is throwing a Haunted House and invites you to join in on the fun.

Wanting to be the supporting wife, you agree.

He was dressed up as a skeleton, you called him handsome and he couldn’t stop blushing after that compliment.

You are dressed up as Morticia Addams and Toshi is living for it.

Call him mon cher in a sexy voice and he’ll cough out blood.

You two are going to be Gomez and Morticia Addams together next year.

Loves how you interact with some of the kids and compliment their costumes, thinks you’re so lovely. 

You kiss him under the black rose mistletoe and he almost fainted.

Midnight and Present Mic tease him about the red lipstick that’s on him and he rushes to the bathroom to wipe it off.

You two decide to participate in the Haunted House for fun and began your adventure together.

Toshi admires how creative the students got with their quirks when they did the attraction and compliments all of them.

Thought using Bakugou’s explosion as the sound effect was cool but very jarring to his poor ears.

Suddenly, he notices you aren’t behind him and begins nervously looking around for you.

Wonders when he lost you or if you got distracted along the way.

Starts getting more concerned when he doesn’t see anyone else around.

Thinks you might have gotten hurt and is ready to head to the exit to call in a search party for you when he was making no progress.

He then see’s a bloody Mina say in a creepy voice.

“The Devil King has the fair maiden....you must rescue her...”

Without fail, he continued on and ended up seeing you wrapped in tape courtesy of Sero while the Devil King Kirishima laughed wickedly.

“I have captured the lovely woman and she will become my bride! And not even you Skeleton King can stop me!”

Looks at you with a playful look in his eyes.

“You have nothing to worry about my love! For I AM HERE!”

With his best All Might voice he raced to you and scooped you into his arms.

“Haha! Very clever Skeleton King! But you’ll have to get passed my minions first!”

Sees more of Class 1-A in scary costumes but he continues playing the part of the hero and rescuing you away from these nefarious foes.

The two of you made it back to the entrance and ended up laughing at the ridiculous stunt the students pulled on you two.

Even though he retired as All Might, he was still the hero of your little adventure.

However, you did reward Toshi with an extra special treat for rescuing you that night~

Why of all the things did Nezu agree for the students to have a Haunted House attraction set up at UA?

He sees them enough as it is, why can’t he catch a break?

You come along for the ride to help and keep your husband company.

Forces him to be more festive and wear a Halloween costume.

He’s a mummy and you’re Cleopatra.

The kids snicker when they see his getup and he’s not amused in the slightest.

He does think you look beautiful in your costume though and is appreciative that you took the time out of your day to help him out.

Gets mad at Mic when he mentions how gorgeous you are in the dress and Aizawa gets back at him with a fake spider.

The students insist that he goes through the Haunted House as they were close to wrapping up ha and he’s reluctant to go until you offer to go with him as support.

The two of you walk through the Haunted House as he’s mostly aggravated by the loud sounds and people.

However, he does notice how the scares get to you and he puts an arm around your waist to ease you.

Gets distracted when Bakugou starts a fight with Denki and scolds the two of them harshly.

But he’s lost sight of you as you went on ahead.

Starts going through the corn maze and hears a distant roar up ahead.

Along with your screams of terror.

“Shit.”

Starts picking up the pace as he worries about what was going on or if one of the students possibly took it too far.

Is ready to kick ass to keep you safe.

Your curled up in a ball shaking and tearing up as Tokoyami looks ashamed.

“I’m sorry sir. Dark Shadow got out of control and really terrified her.”

Will talk to him about it later but wants to get you somewhere safe.

Picks you up and takes you out one of the exits and rubs your back smoothly as he whispers words of assurances to you.

Eventually, you become calm and apologize for ruining it.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Now, let’s get this place cleaned up so we can go home and sleep.”

He held you very close to him that night.

Why are you insistent on going to a Haunted House? The League of Villains is full of actual evil people!

You want to go for fun and he starts wondering if you were Toga in disguise.

Agrees to go to keep you safe and to make sure no horny pigs try to flirt with you.

Doesn’t dress up because he’s not going to go looking like some clown.

Although you tried to convince him that him being dressed up as the Grim Reaper would be super hot.

He might dress up like one next year since you said that though.

You dressed up as Harley Quinn and he can’t stop staring at your legs and ass.

Wants to disintegrate that costume and have his way with you.

As you’re both standing in line waiting, a guy in creepy Halloween costume started flirting with you.

Tomura wanted to kill him but you turned down the man with your response.

“Sorry but I’m happily taken with my boyfriend.”

The guy looked miffed but walked away.

Avoids eye contact and just sticks to being close at your side while you do most of the chatting with the ticket person.

Keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder with a pinky out.

Gives everyone his death glare and some are too afraid to even try and scare him. 

He did chuckle a few times when you got scared.

However, the two of you were stopped by some guy that had a mask and  butcher knife with him.

He mocked your boyfriend about his creepy appearance and how you would have a much better night with him.

Tomura had enough of the guy and began choking him one hand against the wall.

“(Y/N) is mine and mine alone!”

With that, he turned to man to ash and that’s when he noticed you weren’t with him.

With a groan of frustration he went on ahead looking for you. He was really starting to regret coming here now.

Was getting kind of worried because he couldn't find you.

His hands start twitching and he's about ready to crumble this place to pieces.

Eventually, he heard the sound of a door slamming shut and he went out it.

That’s when he saw his girlfriend holding the man in a headlock as he was gagging for air.

You had a knife that Toga gave you as a birthday gift, up to his throat and threatening to slice him.

Tomura noticed it was the same man that had flirted with you in line as you explained to him and his buddy from earlier were attempting to kidnap you.

The friend was supposed to distract your boyfriend while you were going to be taken away from behind.

Unfortunately, the two idiots didn’t know you were both members of the League of Villains so that backfired on them.

Tomura witnessed as you killed the man as he begged for mercy, the leader was extremely giddy seeing his woman take down that chump with ease and no witnesses.

The two of you went home to celebrate the rest of Halloween and for Tomura to show who you truly belonged to~

Dabi thought it sounded like a huge waste of time.

But when he hears up you’re going dressed up as a sexy nurse and want him to play the part of the Mad Doctor, he’s in.

Because he wants you to do some roleplaying with him when you’re both finished.

It takes everything he has in him to not peel off that outfit slowly when he first sees you in it.

He does feel flattered when you comment on how handsome he looks as a doctor.

Keeps you close to his side so no assholes try anything on you.

Had a few people who really enjoyed his “makeup” to which he just shrugged and thanked them.

Someone is dressed up as the flame hero Endeavour, which made Dabi very grumpy.

To make Dabi laugh you use your telekinesis quirk to pull down the guys pants.

It works, Dabi loses his shit and laughs like a maniac.

The two of you began going through the Haunted House while making jokes all the way through it.

One of the demons comes up to you.

“Leave...”

“Okay.”

Dabi likes it whenever one of the jumpscares gets to you and he teases you for it.

You both groaned when you realized you had to crawl through a wooden pathway and Dabi went in first to get it over with.

It was a real pain to get through with his long doctor coat but he finally managed to make it through.

He was waiting for you and called out your name but you didn’t respond.

With a furrowed brows he kept calling your name over and over again but he still got no response.

Starting to get worried, he was about to crawl in and see where you went when he heard your voice call his name.

You explained to him that your top got stuck on one of the splinters and your shirt ended up getting ripped in the process.

Dabi felt relieved that you were okay but brushed it off by whistling that you were planning on giving him a show early. 

You snapped at him that other people were beginning to crawl through as well and asked to borrow his doctor coat.

Being the best boyfriend he was, he gave you with white doctor trench coat to wear as you wrapped it around your torso.

You thanked him for the coat and Dabi said with a wink.

“You can thank me all you want to later babe.”

#bnha #izuku x reader #katsuki x reader #shoto x reader #yagi x reader #shouta x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons

[vagrantblvrd]

Can I get some Freewood love with the not!fic prompts?

Friend, omg, yes!

I was thinking about various ideas for these two and was blanking on something that didn’t fizzle out after the first bit?

But I woke up to snow this morning (we usually don’t see a lot of it where I live) and I was like !!!

Because, look, okay. Those snowed in fic tropes that often go hand in hand with a ~remote cabin?

But also I’ve been thinking a lot about bounty hunter-y AUs lately. (I blame all the cheesy movies/tv shows I grew up on).

SO.

FAHC-ish AU where Ryan starts out as this bounty hunter-ish guy. Works with Michael after there was a Situation that amounts to your typical buddy cop kind of deal?

(Loose cannon/idiot Ryan who ended up in the business after some shenanigans that’s part of his Tragic Backstory and somewhat less of a loose cannon Michael who was just tracking down this asshole who owed him money and got dragged into the whole thing and realized he wasn’t bad at it/kind of liked the work? And then like. They started a business together because that’s what happened in a lot of those terribad movies/tv shows I watched I guess?)

ANYWAY.

Bounty hunter Ryan who’s gaining a reputation for being a creepy bastard – that sense of humor of his and jokes that don’t land right with certain audiences. Also, doesn’t talk a lot on jobs because as Michael’s pointed out flubbing his words makes him look like a dumbass? (More of one, anyway.)

So he channels the Cool Guys from terribad 80s movies and such when he’s working, and there was that time the masks came into play because Bigger Baddies and it was a panic!moment and there was a mask kiosk right there, it’s not like he fucking planned it, Michael. (Being the nerd he is, though, he immediately gravitated towards the skull mask and now it’s part of his aesthetic. Because reasons.)

Michael’s back in Los Santos dealing with paperwork and recovering from their last job – took a nasty spill off a low roof and sprained his ankle/fractured something/whatever works as a legit Plot Reason for him not going with Ryan on this latest job.

Hacker who got into stuff he shouldn’t have – businessman or politician or other Upstanding Citizen who has all these Rumors floating around them that went to Ryan and Michael about their problem.

Offering them a shit-ton of money to bring this hacker in, no questions asked and all. Best not to, really, because the little weasel is just full of lies and would say anything to save their skin. Honestly, just trust the businessman/politician explicitly and ignore the hacker’s lies and it’ll all be fine.

(Yeah, not sketchy at all, but the guy’s got some muscle-bound goons with him and they’re definitely the kind who’d have no problems killing a couple of nobodies like Ryan and Michael and what pleasure it will be to do business with them, yes indeedy)

Anyway.

Of course this asshole hacker is Gavin and of course he went digging into stuff he shouldn’t have and oh, God, he should have taken Dan up on the offer to visit him earlier.

Now he’s being chased all over the place by this lunatic in the leather jacket and nothing he does seems to slow him down for long.

Traps and lies and doubling back and hiding and whatever else that ends up with them up in the mountains somehow? Gavin running to this little town – supposed to be able to find a small airport nearby and a plane he could ~borrow to put some space between himself and all these bastards in Los Santos only to find out it was all in vain.

The plane he was told about rusting away, bullet holes all along the fuselage and ripping through one wing and he doesn’t know what happened here, but it can’t have been pleasant.

And then Ryan showing up, all Scary Spooky with his stupid everything (no mask because it really was a one time thing, why won’t you drop it, Michael?) and the piece of junk car Gavin stole to get out there and this ridiculous ~chase up a winding mountain road.

Up high enough for there to be snow, a light dusting of it on the ground and too focused on not dying to notice the storm about to hit, and anyway, anyway.

The car dies halfway up the mountain and Gavin makes a go of it on foot for a bit. Remembers seeing a cabin or such on a map he looked at way earlier, or maybe a gas station attendant mentioned it at some point, whichever.

He gets a fair distance away, Ryan bitching as he gives chase and at the start of this whole merry chase Gavin was !!! but as things went on and Ryan stumbled/fumbled along behind him grumbling and complaining and such he’s more ??? because who the hell is this guy?

Not like the other people this businessman/politician sent after him – those were more likely to just kill him and bring his body in, real unpleasant bastards, but this guy?

Gavin doesn’t even know.

They’ve had those intense face-to-face confrontations that could have gone Badly a time or two, always interrupted by some unsuspecting passerby or stray jumping out of hiding to startle them enough for Gavin to slip away.

Just enough for Gavin to wonder if maybe this one won’t put a bullet in him so he can’t run – one of the others tried that and thank God Gavin stopped by an Ammu-nation before hand to grab some body armor under his clothes or he’d be very, very dead, wouldn’t he?

Make him curious, because for all the inconveniences and such Gavin tosses his way, all the angry yelling and bitching and complaining Gavin catches wind of? He hasn’t decided to hell with it and shot Gavin when he had the chance. (Or worse, because wow there are all these ways he could have killed Gavin by now.)

Anyhow, Gavin’s still running, yes, but he’s not flat-out terrified the way he was at the start. All the traps and whatever else he threw at Ryan intending to slow him down, but no real concern about any injuries that might be inflicted in the process.

Now Gavin finds himself dismissing things that might do serious damage to Ryan even if means Gavin could actually escape. (Stupid, stupid, stupid, because no way to know if he’s right about Ryan or if he’s just looking to collect on a bigger payday for bringing Gavin in alive, but yes.)

And then!

In their run through the woods or whatever is taking place, Gavin has to cross this rickety bridge over a river and is terrified the whole time it’ll give way under his weight, but by some miracle it doesn’t. He gets across just fine, and is almost out of sight when Ryan comes charging across, and of course that’s when the damn thing gives up the ghost.

Gavin pulled up short by Ryan’s startled yelp, turning around just in time to see him swept away by the current and almost, almost taking the opportunity to get the hell away.

But, no.

Because of course he damns himself for being an idiot, a fool, and runs along the river bank after Ryan. Keeps track of him as he pelts along until there’s a safe(ish) spot for him to fish Ryan out, pull him to solid ground.

Ryan who’s been doing his best not to drown, trying to remember all the things you’re supposed to do in that kind of situation and certain he’s going to die out here and Michael will bitch about how fucking stupid he was for the rest of his life, because of course he would.

And then there are hands grabbing at him and he’s being pulled out of the water and onto land and he gets a glimpse of a too-familiar face (annoying as hell and goddamn Ryan hates the little shit so much) before he passes out.

Wakes up who knows how much later in this dusty, rickety old cabin in the middle of nowhere freezing his ass off and also kind of without the clothes he was wearing earlier?

Musty blanket and jacket he doesn’t recognize thrown over him and someone (with an accent) muttering to themselves as they struggle to start a fire and what the hell happened?

He must say something or make too much noise while getting his bearings because the hacker whips around clutching a sad little book of matches in his hand and looking like a trapped animal as he watches Ryan nervously.

“Ah, hello,” the hacker says with this awkward little laugh. “You’re awake?”

And then, you know.

Ryan finding out the hacker dragged Ryan all the way up here just as the snowstorm hit and did what he could to warm him up. Was just starting to work at getting a fire started to warm things up faster when Ryan woke up and looks like they’re going to be stuck up here for a while, you know?Ryan half-frozen and clearly in no shape to hike down the mountain even if the storm wasn’t shaping up to be a bastard of a storm. (Supposed to last a couple of days, dump a significant amount of snow and no one in their right might would be out in it.)

And Gavin is still staring at him warily, keeps out of arm’s reach and skittish as hell and with the flickering light from the lantern Gavin managed to light Ryan can see how tired he looks?

Exhausted and run ragged (literally) and just as beat up after the last however long he’s been on the run. (Way before Ryan and Michael got pulled into things, that’s for damn sure.)

“Oh,” Gavin says, and fishes Ryan’s phone out of his pocket. “Michael wanted you to call him back when you woke up.”

Which.

What.

Gavin shrugs and explains that after he ~borrowed Ryan’s phone off him earlier that day, the day before in one of their face-to-face confrontations Michael called it expecting to get Ryan.

Turns out he’d been doing some Investigating, talked to a hacker buddy of a friend of his (Matt and Jeremy, respectively) and found out the asshole businessman/politician who hired them didn’t tell them everything.

That oh, hey, maybe it would be a good idea to keep Gavin alive and meet back in Los Santos somewhere to discuss what their next move was because they’re pretty much guaranteed to end up dead if they don’t. (The businessman/politician intending to double-cross them and either get them thrown in jail or outright killed rather than risk loose threads and such. What with that being the case with all the others they sent after Gavin and just. Yeah.)

And of course Gavin was like, ??? and talked to Michael about things and they’ve got this truce/understanding thing going on and Michael telling him Ryan’s a stubborn fuck and it might take a while for him to come around. (Also, don’t let the idiot die if at all possible.)

Gavin wary of a trap, but also this tiny grain of hope maybe things wouldn’t end with him dead, and then the bridge and the river and that moment of hesitation he feels guilty/ashamed of as he hands back Ryan’s phone.

Battery’s almost dead and there’s a sliver of a signal up this high/remote location, but the fact Gavin gave it back is…promising?

Not exactly trust but pretty damn close, and Ryan calls Michael and isn’t sure if the asshole hears him or what, but he tells him about their current situation and a place they could meet in a few days before it completely cuts off/dies and then, well.

Then it’s him and Gavin and this cabin in the middle of nowhere and ALL the huddling for warmth and sharing stories and FEELINGs.

Soft looks when Gavin falls asleep somewhere in there, exhausted as hell and the kind of trust/nothing left to do so in Ryan’s presence after everything they’ve been through.

Usual romcom stuff and when the weather clears and they make their way down the mountain to meet up with Gavin run into some baddies and have to fight their way free.

Another day or so to get to the meeting spot with Michael – small town nearby and this abandoned gas station or something like that on the outskirts.

So of course the asshole businessman/politician and his musclebound goons show up. There’s all these veiled/not-so-veiled threats thrown Ryan’s way when it’s obvious he Knows Too Much.

But maybe, the asshole says. There’s a way out of this for Ryan, because the asshole businessman/politician could use resourceful people like Ryan and Michael. Just let him have Gavin and keep his secrets and he and Michael could be looking at a lucrative job offer, if Ryan knows what he means.

Gavin getting all twitchy and fidgety because it’s a good deal, and really, they’re not friends, him and Ryan and Ryan would get to live. (He wouldn’t blame Ryan at all for accepting the offer, maybe tells him with this odd little smile it’s a good deal, you know? Ryan would be a fool to turn it down.)

Ryan watching Gavin who won’t meet his eyes and of course he’s going to tell the asshole businessman/politician to go to hell – even if he hadn’t caught feelings for Gavin he would have – but Gavin seems to think he won’t, and that’s just.

Ryan doesn’t know, really, because one of the goons gets impatient and goes for Gavin and Ryan just reacts – no conscious thought to it at all – and the goon’s on the ground howling about the knife in his leg and Ryan sweeping Gavin behind him before the shooting starts.

They get pinned down and have that Intense Eye Contact Moment where they’re sure they’re about to die and ~confess their love?

But that’s when Michael and Jeremy barrel on in, driving one of Jeremy’s ridiculous Rimmy Tim-ified vehicles and maybe hitting a goon or two along the way.

More shooting and yelling, but this time the odds are more in Ryan and Gavin’s favor and by the time the smoke clears the asshole businessman/politician’s escaped and the goons he left behind are super dead.

Also, the realization they’re all fucked now, because the asshole businessman/politician is definitely going to spin things to make them the villains of the story and him as the Upstanding Citizen most people know him as and, wow, okay, not cool?

But whatever because Ryan and Gavin are being totally obvious about their mutual feelings to the point Jeremy who doesn’t even know them can see it. (And he’s an idiot, as Michael can attest to. Like. Christ, it took forever for Jeremy to realize Michael was flirting with him and they were living together for months before the asshole caught on to the fact they were dating??? Like fucking Christ, what is Michael’s life???)

They end up having to ~go underground in Los Santos to avoid being murderized by various peoples, and people think they’re just another gang/crew in the city so why the hell not live it up, or something.

Hitting back at the businessman/politician by going after his ~unsavory allies and from the outside it looks like any other criminal squabbles, you know?

Rimmy Tim was a joke, but it becomes Jeremy’s Thing. Mogar happens when Michael picks up the leather jacket with the snarling wolf’s head at a thrift shop and someone asks him a dumb question and things go from there.

Gavin is just. He makes the most of being a little shit, and everyone despairs of the day he and Matt meet properly because oh, God, no.

Ryan embraces the stupid skull mask because Michael still won’t leave it alone (and also keeps people from recognizing him). Gavin’s the one with the idea for the face paint, some stupid joke that suddenly wasn’t one day.

(And oh God. Gavin being the one to do his face paint that first time, before they got their shit together and the intimacy of being that close to one another and touching Ryan’s face? Getting him to turn his head for a better angle to work with using a light press of his fingers and sudden  awareness of everything about something like that and FEELINGS and maybe, maybe, that’s the first time they kiss?

OR.

Some awkward throat clearing and eyes being averted with all the !!! of realizing the oh, no he’s hot thing is NOT going to go away anytime soon, what do???)

At some point Geoff and Jack and the people they stole away from Burnie and the Roosters happen and they join forces because wouldn’t you know it? Part of the reason Geoff and Jack and everyone they brought with them are even in Los Santos has to do with the asshole businessman/politician.

Bastard making a grab for Rooster-held territory and/or interests to the point they felt they needed more of a presence in the city, which is where the Fake AH Crew comes in.

And then just.

A lot of shenanigans and assholes getting along too fucking well for anyone’s peace of mind?

Also, also.

Ryan and Gavin finally getting their shit together and smooching the fuck out of each other. (Maybe there’s one close call too many, or Pretend Married for a job, or just. Absent-minded kiss and then the !!! and following panic before they’re like.

WAIT.

Realize they’re basically an old married couple at this point and are like >:((((((((((((( at all the time they wasted when they could have been smooching and so on instead and decide to make up for it.

(The others go from being amused to exasperated to annoyed as fuck in quick succession because goddamn they’re the worst, okay. Sappy motherfuckers who are also assholes and do what they can to make everyone’s life a misery, sometimes even intentionally.)

#ragehappy #freewood #jeremichael (background) #techncially not a fic #vagrant fic #prompt fills #long post #Anonymous

[astranne]

(Natalia Romanova) Crossover Harry Potter x Marvel

So, Natalia Romanova. Daughter of Black Widow and the Winter Soldier. The Avengers are totally her honorary uncles and aunts. Since she‘s James‘ daughter she‘s a super soldier too and HYDRA did some experiments so she‘s now stronger/faster than Captain America. She is now also an empath and telepath. And since this is an AU, Black Widow is a witch (Harry Potter universe here). But she never learned magic like all the others, she never needed speels and a wand. Just like Natalia. The royal family has always been magic, so they are important too in the wizarding world. But since Natasha never has been at the magic places they think she‘s a squib and like her daughter magicless. Anyway.

So, the muggle world thinks, that Natalia goes to a private school with other rich kids, bc Natasha wants her childhood as normals as possible. They send her to Durmstrang, bc this is the perfect school for her. (In this fic, many dark wizard families send their children there, Durmstrang is almost as big as Hogwarts and a proud school. The asshole Igor somewhat is not there) And a former Red Room 'friend' of Natasha is teacher there, so she can train her daughter while school. She goes under the name Natalia Romanoff, but somehow they realize this is the princess of russia. Naturally they try to become her friend, but... her glare is really scary. And then she starts talking about her father and they are like, nooopee not with me. But someone doesn‘t recognizes her. One Draco Malfoy. His father sends him to Durmstrang, bc the school is known for the good teaching in DADA (they totally also learn some dark spells) and Lucius will not send his heir to the school where this Dumbleshit is. Draco only says once, 'my father will hear about this', but no one fears his father. They are all pretty chill and not like britain wizards. So Draco slowly changes, doesn’t become this little brat who runs to his father everytime. He’s more like: oh fuck, my mom will kill me, when he does something dumb. It‘s in the middle of the school year, when he sees Natalia in the library and they just start talking. He has no idea who she is, bc Malfoys hate the muggle world and yeah. Natalia notices that and decides, this is now my best friend. They start to hang out, prank some olders and become friends with Vikor Krum, who starts his career.

And everybody is like: boy, do you realize this is a princess? Draco is just confused until she tells him and he‘s just: why did you do this to me??? I thought we‘re friends? He takes it with humor, yk Draco isn’t this little shit like in canon, Well, he still can be, but only when necessary. Anyway, he’s totally proud, that he’s the best friend of the princess of russia.

Anyway. They become friends and Draco writes a letter, before he comes home. There he casually writes he befriended the Romanova heir and how she teached him some moves with knifes. His father pales, bc draco- how in the bloody hell did you become friends with the russian princess, who is the daughter of the most feared assassin??? His mother is proud and excited to meet this Natalia.

Anywayyy. Draco comes home, his father tries his usual shit, but his son just walks past him and hugs his mother. Narcissa approves™

Uhm... probably should mention that Draco let his hair grow? Bc omg- twelve year old Draco Malfoy with a undercut and a little bun. Omg- and then some years later. You either die, bc he‘s so cute or bc he‘s so hot.

Anyway. Draco and Natalia write through the summer and also meet. James begins to teach Draco, bc you are now the best friend of my daughter. She can‘t always protect you. The Malfoys meet the Romanovas and somehow the whole wizarding world knows this.

Lucius called Natalia a half blood, bc he tought James is one.

“Excuse me, my Lord. But my father is the head of the Barnes family, an old and ancient house of America. He is a true wizard, if the muggels wouldn‘t have tortured him, his magical core still would be intact.“ James stares at Lucius, like he’s ready to kill and then mutters something in russian. Natalia snorts unladylike, while Natasha grins. (James called Lucius a little boy, (in not so nice words) bc he fears his daughter who is twelve years old. Shame on you, Lucius)

Bc Natalia is bored, she created an Instagram account, where she immediately gained millions of followers.

“Hey there! You probably think, what the bloody hell is the princess of-"

“Stop swearing, young lady!“

“And this was my father... anyway. I have summer holidays and while I still prepare for the next school year, I have sooo much time to do nothing! And- Draco, come here! I want you to introduce to Instagram.“ Natalia grins widely, while she films Draco, who was reading a book about the history of Russia.

“What now, Nat?“, he mumbles.

“Look in the camera!“

“You know, if you say that, I will especially not doing it.“

“And this is my best friend Draco.“

“Draco Malfoy.“ She rolles her eyes playfully, when he still ignores her.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy... now stop being such a brat and come here.“

“I hate it, when you call me by my full name.“

“Anyway. This is Draco Malfoy, my best friend. We met in the middle of the school year and since then-“

“Everybody has to suffer because of our alliance.“

“We are friends, Draco! Stop being such a bloody-“

“Young Lady-“

“It was Draco!“ Her fans love their interactions. Some even do competitions about Draco‘s insults at random people.

“My dad teached Draco some things and now he won‘t let this bloody knife-“

“Natalia Romanova, no cruse words in this household.“

“I swear, my dad knows everytime when I cruse. It‘s spooky.“ Draco snorts, while he still twirls the knife in his hand.

“Your father knows everything you do.“

“That‘s true.“

She gets the permission, still to post on social media while being at school. As long she doesn’t exposes the wizarding world.

“I wanted to introduce you to another friend of mine! This is Viktor-“

“Stanislav! Did you hear? I‘m friends with the princess, take that you fucking asshole!“

“We are not friends anymore, Vic! Stanislav, you are now my new best friend!“

“Hey! What about me??“

Some people are concerned, that she only has male friends, since they only met the three.

“Please. Girls can be soo dramatic, it‘s so fucking annoying. But I have some female friends. Like Daphne. But she goes to another school.... Draco? Do you think we could kidnap Daphne, so she goes with us to school?“ Draco is so done with his life. Why did he became friends with her? She only makes problems...

So yeah, Natalia is a cheerful person, but if you try to hurt her friends or family, she raises hell. Draco tries to control the chaos she creates, but is not always successful.

Uhm, fast forward I think? To fourth year, the Triwizard Tournament. Bc Draco and Natalia are one of Victor‘s closest friends, (and have powerful names) the go for a year to Hogwarts. They also meet the golden trio, who has no idea who they are, but Ron is searching for the princess. Hermione tries to stop him, but he already did the mess. Natalia begins raises an eyebrow and asks him what business he has with the princess.

“I need to speak with her.“

“And you are? Draco, is he a part of the pure blood families?“ Draco just shruggs and says: “I‘m not entirely sure, he has the looks of a Weasly and while they are a pure blood family, no one of the elite likes them.“ Harry begins to shout at Draco, Ron too, while Hermione wants to bang her head against the wall.

“I‘m sure, this is a misunderstanding. I‘m not from England, so I don‘t know the important families like Draco does. He simply said what your political position in the wizarding world is. I‘m sure you know the Malfoys, this is Draco Malfoy and he‘s my best friend. I appologies, if something we said came out wrong, but in Durmstrang you normally don‘t offend students with the political positions of their parents.“

Hermione becomes friends with the two, Harry and Ron are then pissed. Does she care? No.

So, they have their fun in Howgarts, they also befriend the Weasly twins and prank some people.

And then comes the fifth year. People loose their absolute shit, bc boy- They haven‘t seen Draco for 3 months and suddendly he‘s one of the hottest teenagers of the world. They start to ship the two, but Natalia doesn’t react to the fans about this.

For information, they are in the sixth year when they come together (somewhat)

But in the summer after the fifth year, some agency contacts Draco and asks him if he wants to do modeling. And he‘s like, why not. Then I have also a name in the muggle world and much influence.

He does a great job. He gains a fandbase, (he already has one) who are like: fucking finally-bitch, what took you so long???

He also starts social medias, mostly talks about his life. And the world meets his mother and they are like: ok wow, we understand, Draco. She‘s an angel, a badass angel. We know now, why he‘s such a perfect boy

So yeah, Draco starts modeling, his father tries to throw a hissy fit but can‘t really do anything about it.

I totally forgot about it, but Voldemort came back and James is like- fuck this shit and killed him. And destroyed all his Horcruxes. He went to all his former followers and was like: bitches, this was a half blood who wanted to destroy the wizarding world. Don‘t follow his mistakes or I‘ll kill you all.

They look at him with big eyes and he then tells, he wants his daughter save and how can she be save, when the parents of her friends follow a mass murderer?

And yeah, this is how the Winter Soldier destroyed Dumbledore’s plans and didn‘t even know it.

And yeah. Draco starts also acting (he‘s really good at it) and is a part time teacher in Durmstrang. Natalia is doing princess stuff, represents her house in the wizarding world and just lives her life.

They marry some years later (the biggest wedding of the century after Natalia‘s parents).

Masterlist

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[bella-spil]

Fall In Line

Yours and Natasha’s story about how you escaped H.Y.D.R.A.

Warnings:mentions of violence, violence, abuse, ANGST, small amount of fluff, Natasha being a funny but annoying badass.  And You kicking some serious ASSSS.

Word Count: 3.5k

Taglist: (Lmk if you wanna join!) @wednesday-add-em​ @angrythingstarlight​ @sea040561​ @kmuir1​

A/N: first time writing for Natasha Romanoff, lmk how I did.  Feedback is appreciated!  And this is based on the song “Fall In Line” by Christina Aguilera feat. Demi Lovato(I get chills everytime I hear the song, its so fucking good).  Btw, in the story the lyrics r a bit out of order, to fit with the story better, so don't get pissed at me😬

Little girls, listen closely

'Cause no one told me

But you deserve to know

That in this world, you are not beholden

The smell of wild flowers filled the air.  Sunshine poured on your soft skin.  Your long, beautiful hair was swaying in the light breeze.  And your smile was contagious, so much so that your friend was grinning with you.

You and Natasha were sitting in a field, watching the white, fluffy clouds make shapes to be determined by your imagination.  You were putting daisies and dandelions in each other's hair.  You were both having such a fun time together.  You and Natasha were laughing and smiling so much that you were leaning on each other for support, and comfort.

You and Natasha lived in an orphanage in Russia together.  You met when you were about three years old, and now, the two of you now were about six.  And you had become friends so quickly and had become so inseparable that you both would scream till the caretaker’s ears bled.  And they were forced to keep you two together.  The orphanage was so overcrowded that two little girls running out into a field was the least of their concerns.  Besides, the two of you liked a little fun now and then.  

As you were giggling and fooling around in the field, you never noticed two peculiar men sneaking up on you.  They wore black pants, black boots and black shirts, so they looked like living shadows.  And they had scary masks from a horror movie covering their faces.  And they were both carrying heavy rifles in their hands, making them look all the more terrifying. 

Their steps were muffled by the sounds of children laughing, the perfect opportunity to take you both away.  They grabbed you and Natasha.  You were both clinging onto the flowers in your hands, shaking and trembling with fear.  The air wasn’t so happy and cheerful anymore and the sky turned a somber gray.  

Natasha and you were screaming your hearts out, like your lives depended on it, and sadly, they did.  You kicked and punched as hard as you could, but nothing you did was affecting the man holding you in his arms.  Natasha was screaming your name, as if you could do something mindblowing to help one another, but it was useless.  And soon the field of flowers and sunny skies became a distant, almost forgotten memory.   

~~~

All the youth in the world will not save you from growing older

And all the truth in the girl is too precious to be stolen from her

It's just the way it is

Maybe it's never gonna change

Days turns into months.  Months turned into years.  You barely had a concept of time anymore.  You barely realized that you had physically changed.  You weren't a six year old orphan anymore.  You were an adult, trained assassin, working for the most feared organization in the world: H.Y.D.R.A.  

As was your friend, Natasha, but you haven’t talked to her since you were kids.  The place had a rule for no prisoners to talk to one another.  When you were in your first years of training you would smile at one another if you happened to pass one another in the dark and gloomy hallways.  Now, you guys didn’t even bother to look up from the floors.  

Unbeknownst to you, H.Y.D.R.A. was making you a killing machine.  You never questioned what the guards did to you, since you knew it would come at a severe punishment.  You learned a lot of things while training.  You were now fluent in Russian.  Since you were a girl when they first found you, you didn’t fully understand the language yet, but now, you knew every single word in the language.  You were also fluent in English, Romanian, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, and Latin.  

You learned basic and advanced hand to hand combat skills.  And you were trained by the best in the business.  The Soldat.  The Winter Soldier.  The man lost in time.  He trained you in what the guards called “The Red Room.”  The Soldier trained you in hand to hand combat, firearms, other weapons and other special necessities for missions.  He did his job well, and he transformed you.  

But Natasha became what they wanted her to be quicker than you.  H.Y.D.R.A. dubbed her the first “Black Widow,” with you second.  You and Natasha would spar against each other, but you barely recognized the fact that you used to be friends.  That past, at least you thought, would never come back.  

You did go on missions together, but only 5 times out of all the countless missions you went on.  But most of your missions were solo, easier for you to concentrate on your target.  And sometimes you were accompanied by the legendary Winter Soldier, only if H.Y.D.R.A. didn’t think you would be able to handle it on your own, or with Natasha.  And you never failed a mission once, since you knew what would happen if you did.     

You do not owe them

Your body and your soul

Two, three

Right, two, three

Shut your mouth

Stick your ass out for me (oh)

March, two, three

One, two, three

Who told you you're allowed to think? (yeah)

You were lying in your cot, staring at the oh so entertaining ceiling, memorising the cracks and ridges that only few would spot the details of.  Your hair was splayed out on your pillow.  You were wearing pajamas, although they really weren’t, you just called them that.  They were gray, or maybe a camo-like green?, but you couldn’t really tell from the light hanging over your cell.  Your cell was a gate, on all four sides, allowing for privacy whatsoever, and allowing the guards constant surveillance.  As if the cameras watching your every move weren't enough.  There were even signs on the outside of your cell that said “Cells are under constant video/audio surveillance,” making it feel as if there were millions of eyes on you.

You barely paid attention as you were taken out of your cell and into a training room.  Two soldiers escorted you on the way there.  You changed your clothes in your normal mission outfit.  It was a leather leotard, with an ammo belt and a knife holster.  You were also covered by a leather jacket, also holding tons of more weapons inside.  And you had a gun holster on your thigh, giving you a sexy yet deadly appearance.  

Your feet shuffled on the ground as you made your way to a special room.  One you had never been in before.  But your eyes were glued to the floor, even though you couldn’t see the door in front of you, you had memorised the floorplan of the building, so you always knew where you were.  But now it is different.

Cameras were covering the room.  There were cameras on stands, tables, walls.  Everywhere.  There was a white wall behind you, probably for you to stand in front of.  You guessed they were going to have you film something.  Maybe a weapons demonstration or a fighting video.  The lights on the ceiling were so bright, that they made your eyes stay glued to the floor even more.  

But before you could even comprehend what was going on, the soldiers standing on either side of you now turned you.  Now, you were facing the soldier to the right while your back was facing the soldier on your left.  

The soldier on your right had applied pressure to your gut, making you stick your ass out at the soldier behind you.  Your arms were just lying there beside you, but the soldier behind you had now changed that.  He grabbed your elbows, backing you arch your back even more.  Your arms were in an “L” shape, the soldier holding them not loosening his grip on them.  Then the soldier in front you made one final move.  Since your head was looking at the floor still, he roughly grabbed your chin, making your eyes move from the ground to his spooky mask.  

Then, in one swift motion, both of the guards had turned you back to the cameras.  Your eyes looked down once more, before eyeing the camera right in front of you.  Your eyes, clouded with numbness, looked blankly at the cameras in the room, watching your every move.  

Then, the guard on your left gave you a gun.  A loaded 22-Magnum.  Then he pointed to the left side of the room, where there was a giant bullseye, waiting for you to put bullet holes in it.  The guard on your left did that same thing, handing you another pistol and pointing to another target, this time on his side.  Then they both moved out of the way for you to do your thing.  

You made sure they were both out of the way before you started shooting your intended targets.  A thought crossed your head, that you should just shoot the guards and make a run for it.  But, many cons floated into your head at the same time.  For starters, there were more guards in the building so you wouldn’t stand a chance alone.  Two, you would most certainly need help, but with Natasha a prisoner as well, you would need to plan a way for you to get her and yourself out of there safely.  

As soon as your thoughts evaporated out from your skull, you imagined the targets as the soldiers, wishing that you could just escape from this hellhole.  

Your precision is unmatched.  Only one person could rival you: Natasha.  Only one person outmatched you: The Winter Soldier.  But you were on top right now.  You didn’t even have to look at the targets to get a perfect bullseye on both sides.  Your anger was rising in you as you imagined taking down all of H.Y.D.R.A.  Your determination was showing as you paid more attention to your aim, making sure you wouldn’t miss one shot.  Cause you would mentally hurt yourself, saying you were trained for this and that you shouldn’t miss even one.  But you would all be physically hurt, by H.Y.D.R.A.  

Then you did a superb move, one that would make even the Soldat envy you.  You tossed both guns behind your back, timing the throw so that you could catch both guns with ease, and you spun around in a circle, your left foot pivoting like a ballerina. (Fun fact: you also trained in ballet when you were younger.  The people training you said that it would make you more limber, flexible, and a harder opponent.)  You were being recorded, so you wanted to show H.Y.D.R.A. who exactly they were messing with.  You caught the gun tossed by your right hand and it held it in your left and vice versa.  You got down on your left knee and crossed your arms in front of you, pointing the weapons at the targets once more.   You aimed and fired, and you could hear a pin drop after the sounds of gunfire and the smell of ammo subsided.  

You looked to your left and right and were pleased with the results.  You didn’t look for long though, you knew you were so good and you didn’t need proof.  You blew the smoke coming out of the guns, trying to look like a badass, and it just got the guards agitated that you were wasting time.  So they took the guns away from you before you did something, and carried you back to your cell.  And you began hatching a plan in your head, one to save yourself and your friend.

~~~

Show some skin, make him want you

'Cause God forbid you

Know your own way home

And ask yourself why it matters

Who it flatters

You're more than flesh and bones

Natasha found herself in the same room as you.  Hours later though.  She was training against some pewny soldiers, so she was pretty bored and unimpressed the whole time.  Her red hair was straightened, up to her shoulders, and split down the middle.  She was wearing her signature black catsuit, the one that had tasers attached to the cuffs of her wrists and the one that made her look super curvy and sexy.  

The guards did the same things they did to your body.  But once they were finished, they didn’t give her guns or targets.  They gave her dummies to fight against, to show off her hand-to-hand combat skills for the cameras.  

Natasha liked to have fun, a lot more than you did.  It was her idea to go out to that field all those years ago.  And she still had fun while she was being trained to be an deadly assassin. 

Her type of fun was to tease the soldiers.  Not with words, no.  With movements, physical gestures.  Nothing too serious though.  It was often biting her lip while trying to find the eyes underneath those masks.  Or batting her eyelashes, sticking her hips out, whatever she wanted.  

The guards put up with it, mostly because they liked when she did this and it was something that they could get used to.  But they would never tell.

Today was a little different though.  As she was preparing her tasers and grabbing a pocket knife from her holster, she made noises, explicit noises.  When she was getting her knife, she made it seem as if it was stuck in its holster.  So she moaned, quite loudly, just enough to get the guards attention but quiet enough so that the cameras didn’t pick it up.  She also made one final move before giving the ok.  She lowered the zipper, the one that exposed her breasts.  She lowered it just enough to be eye catching, but not so revealing.  

She got the satisfaction she was hoping for, much to her pleasure.  She caught the guards tilt their heads just a bit, not to be noticed by a normal person.  But when you work for H.Y.D.R.A., nothing ever goes by unnoticed, especially by Natasha.  

She smirked as she delivered blow after blow to the punching bags, tasing them, kicking them, doing whatever she could to impress the people that would be watching her in the future.  She grunted and groaned as she moved, getting some frustration out of her system.  One punch sent the dummy flying across the room.  That was definitely enough to leave a mark.  So, once the guards saw that she stopped moving, they took her back to her cell, just like you.  Natasha had all her fun for today, or so she thought.

~~~

It's just the way it is

Maybe it's never gonna change

But I got a mind to show my strength

And I got a right to speak my mind

Later that night, a plan had formed in your head.  And now was the perfect time to strike.

You had gotten up to use the bathroom, accompanied by one guard, not two this time.  He opened your cell gate for you and followed you inside.  Normally guards let you walk into your cell by yourself.  But as soon as he entered, you knew what he was doing, and now was the time to set your plan in motion.

He pushed your shoulders back, making you sit on your bed.  You sat down on your cot, pretending to be oblivious to his intentions.  He hovered over you for a couple of seconds, before slowly moving closer and closer to you.  

You were in chains, chains that were handcuffs to your wrists and feet, attached by a long chain down the middle.  Giving him the perfect opportunity to show you who is boss.

He started to lean closer to you.  He placed his hands on your shoulders, but now it was your turn to be in control.  You elbowed him on his side and then punched him in the stomach.  He had his mask on, so you couldn't hit him in the face, to your disappointment.  Then you stood up and kneed him in the groin.  He fell to the ground, allowing you to straddle his hips.  You did so and strangled him.  With both of your hands.  His body flinched for a couple more seconds and then he fell limp in your grip.  You quickly made your way off of him and grabbed his key card, to help move around the building more carefully.  By now, the guards watching the cameras saw you and sent more soldiers down to put you in your place.

But you headed to get your outfit, getting ready to fight the battle ahead.  With one last cock of your 22-Magnum, to show it was loaded, you headed out, ready to save you and your friend.

~~~

It's just the way it is

Maybe it's never gonna change

But I got a mind to show my strength

And I got a right to speak my mind

And I'm gonna pay for this

They're gonna burn me at the stake

But I got a fire in my veins

I wasn't made to fall in line

I wasn't made to leave my fate

I'm never gonna fall in line, oh

Natasha had no clue what was going on.  She was just going to the bathroom.  In her catsuit, in chains identical to yours, accompanied by one guard.  As she was walking down the hallway back to her cell, she heard footsteps behind her.  Not from the guard, but they sounded like heels, silentos to be exact.  “Y/N,” she thought.  As she heard your steps get louder, she knew what was going to happen.  She cracked her knuckles, letting you know she was ready.  

You walked closer to Natasha, and it was show time.  Natasha elbowed the guard in the stomach and he doubled over in pain.  As he was clutching his stomach, you stole the taser he had in his pocket and used it on him.  He fell to the ground and was knocked out cold.   

As soon as you used the taser on him, you took the keys from the previous guard and used one of the keys to unlock Natasha from her cuffs.  

You guys just had to walk a little bit further and then you were free.  Free from this hellhole.  Free from this life of torture and killing and suffering.  Now the two of you could actually live.  

All the guards H.Y.D.R.A. had in the building had gone up against you, so there was nobody left to fight.  And it made it easier and faster to escape.

You found a ladder leading up to an entrance in the ceiling.  A not so secret entrance.  Natasha headed up the ladder first and you were close behind.  But as she disappeared from the ladder, you gave one last look at the hallway.  At the memories you had here.  You were a completely different person than when you first came here.  You were a child.  Now, you are a young adult.  Now you were free, not an assassin who wasn’t able to choose when to kill.  Now you were free, with your best friend by your side.

But you had one thought, almost preventing you from being happy about your new life.  The Soldat.  He was still here, still being tortured, abused, being a living science experiment.  You felt bad for him.  You knew he was being made into a killing machine for decades now, and it pained you to think if that was you.  You would probably give up fighting the Winter Soldier mentality and just kill yourself.  To see him fight it for such a long amount of time was heroic for you.  If you and Natasha could get out of here, you knew he would.  And you hoped he would escape someday.  He deserved it, the world and more.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard Natasha calling your name from the surface.

“Coming!” you said, following the ladder up to the ground above you.

You realized how surreal everything was about the world above.  You and Natasha had resurfaced back to the place you were taken all those years ago.  It was deja vu.  The sky was the bright blue it had been on the day you left, the clouds were just as puffy and white, the trees were just as strong and tough, the flowers were just as colorful and vibrant.  

You both felt like you walked into a dream, but it wasn’t a dream.  It was a long forgotten memory.

But as you both realized you escaped, you both beamed at each other.  You guys smiled for the first time in years.  And it felt amazing.  You grabbed each other in a tight embrace, one that was long overdue.  And you just stayed like that for hours.  You gave each other eskimo kisses here and there, but you just needed to feel each other after all those years for not being able to say a word to each other and not being able to hug one another.  No words were said.  All the words were being said in the longest hug you had ever given and received.  

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