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harlowcomehome · 1 year

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Goodbye looks good on you.

Collaboration with @nattinatalia 🦋

Part two here!

“Two years, I’ve loved him for two years, and it’s never enough” you sobbed on the phone to your best friend Marisol.

You and Jack had been together for two years, on and off but mostly on (in your opinion.) The two of you constantly argued about his fear of commitment. You were ready to fully insert yourself into his life, but for some reason he continuously held back which started most of your arguments.

Marisol was your only friend who knew about your relationship with Jack, besides your parents. She was also the only friend you had that would tell it to you straight up, so you were thankful she was the one who knew.

“I think it’s time girl, I think you need to give him an ultimatum” she groaned. Marisol loved you but just like any friend would be, she was tired of watching you get your heart stomped on over and over again.

“What if I lose him? For good this time?” You sobbed, catching your breath was nearly impossible. Your chest was heavy and your stomach was in knots, this unfortunately wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling when it came to your relationship with Jack.

“If you lose him, then it wasn’t meant to be.” Marisol can hear you cry even harder, “Babe, you deserve nothing but the best in the world, yeah he makes you happy and you love him, but what if that’s not enough?”

You nod through the phone, listening to her “I know, you’re right, you’re always right.”

“I don’t do it to be right, I just want you to be at your happiest and the amount of times you’ve called me crying, it’s breaking me too.”

You hear the front door open, so you quickly start wiping your tears “Mar, he just got home.”

“You got this, call me if you need me okay?”

“Okay, thank you.” You hang up the call, make your way to the living room and find Jack sitting down on the couch, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

“Hi, how was the studio session?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it, if that’s okay” He answers, without looking at you.

You sit down next to him, “You hungry? I can make us some quesadillas.”

He shakes his head, “No, I’m good.” He turned his head to face you, he noticed that you’re fidgeting with your fingers, which always means you’re nervous and need to talk to him. He knew you like the back of his hand, which sometimes was a benefit and sometimes wasn’t.

He sat up, his demeanor, more serious now “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, “We need to talk, we can do it some other day though, you seem tired.”

He rolled his eyes, sighing heavily “Y/N, just tell me.”

“Why is it that every time I wanna talk to you about my feelings or our relationship, It’s an issue?” You hated how defensive you got, but he knew exactly how to push your buttons.

“Maybe because every time I think we are fine, I come home to a shit storm” his brow furrowed, he was clearly exhausted from work, and maybe now wasn’t the best time to bring this up but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Fuck it” you stood up, and Jack knew you were about to cry.

“Baby” he sighed, “I’m sorry. I’m just everywhere today. I’m here, talk to me.” He was finally looking at you, he stood in front of you, and waited for your reply.

“Do you love me?” Your lip quivered, and you knew he would think it was a silly question, but you didn’t really know where to start.

“Of course, you should know that I love you. Where is this coming from?” His voice was stern, being vulnerable, was never his strong suit.

“Jack, we just got back together and I don’t want to keep doing this on and off thing” you swallowed.

“Then we won’t break up again, simple” he shrugged, genuinely feeling like that was enough of a solution to stop this conversation from happening.

“And that’s nice to hope for, but I need more of a commitment than that” you sighed, you knew how he felt about this type of conversation.

“You’re bringing up marriage again?” He sat down, still watching you as you stood in front of him.

“Yes and no” You tell him, but he looks at you with confusion and annoyance.

“What is it now?”

“Marry me or let’s go our separate ways” you challenged.

“What? Are you serious right now? An ultimatum?”

You looked up at him, and felt a bit offended and hurt by his reaction. “Jack, we’ve been on and off for years and somehow we always end up in the same place we were when we ended things. I want a real commitment, I want stability, I love you, you love me, so I don’t see the issue.”

He shook his head, rubbing at his face. “So if I don’t propose then that means I don’t love you enough? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No but Jack, I’m just tired, I’m tired of the back and forth between us. If you can’t see or understand where I’m coming from then I don’t know what to tell you anymore.”

“Can we just sleep on it? Today has been exhausting, coming home to this, I just don’t need this right now.”

“Then when? It’s always tomorrow, or later with you. Can’t you see that it’s hurting me?” You shake your head, “You have me here in this condo, hiding away. Nobody even knows I exist.”

“So Urban and Cope are nobodies?” He got defensive, his signature move.

You look at him, raising a brow, “Really? Because to my knowledge, only my parents, your two friends and Marisol know about our relationship.”

Jack sighs, he walked closer to you and wrapped you in a hug. “Okay baby, I get it, I do.” He pulled back, lifting your chin so you can look up at him. “I’ll do better, we’ll do better.”

You chose to believe him, for the sake of not going to sleep angry. You did remind him you were being serious and he seemed to know that.

The next morning you woke up to a giant bouquet of flowers and your favorite drink. Jack was sitting there waiting for you at the table,

“Good morning beautiful” he smiled and you walked over to him, sitting in his lap. Your arm was wrapped around his shoulder. “You don’t have a studio session today?”

“I don’t, I actually wanted to talk to you about what we discussed last night” he seemed to be more calm today than yesterday so you took the bait.

“Yes?” You smiled, eyeing him up and down.

“I did some thinking and” he paused. “I planned a big dinner tonight and I think it’s time you meet everyone” he smiled.

“Really?” Your eyes widened and he laughed at the look of shock on your face.

“Really! Baby girl, I love you and I need everyone to know it” he smiled and you practically started to cry.

“Your parents?” Your eyes continued to water.

“And grandparents” he smirked and you hugged him, feeling him chuckle against your chest.

“Can I invite Marisol?” You asked him, pulling away from the hug.

He nodded, rolling his eyes, “Yes, obviously!”

“Thank you baby.” but a realization dawned on you, you jumped out from your spot “Wait, what am I going to wear? I don’t even have my nails done.”

“Babe relax, I have all that set up for you. You and Marisol will go for a spa day, and get your nails done while I make sure everything is set up.”

You jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too, pretty girl.” He pecked your lips.

You and Marisol spent your morning and afternoon shopping and getting your nails done.

You decided on nude nails, and a beautiful black dress, with feathers around the chest area. You and Jack walked into the restaurant, hand in hand.

Jack felt your nerves, “Babe, relax” Jack chuckles.

“I can’t help it, I’m nervous to meet everyone.”

“Everything will be okay.” He reassured you before going inside the hall where dinner would be held.

When you walked in, you immediately scanned the room, looking at the beautiful set up, the lights across the room, the candles and the flowers.

You quickly scanned the room, nervous at all the unfamiliar faces.

Jack walked you towards a table, “Y/N, these are my parents and grandparents.”

You smiled “Nice to finally meet all of you!” They were warm and inviting, and gave good hugs.

“It took some time right?.” Maggie, his mom says, staring at her son. “But we’re happy to be here” she reassured you.

You smiled at that, and wrapped your hand around Jack's arm. The six of you fell into a comfortable conversation until Jack decided it was time to introduce you to everyone else.

After a while you took a bathroom break, quickly finding Marisol and taking her with you.

“Have you seen my parents around?” You asked her, washing your hands.

“No, I was hoping to sit with them since I don’t know anyone here other than the guy with the face tattoos and the one holding the camera.”

You chuckled “that would be Cope and Urban.” You retouched your lipstick. “They should’ve been here by now no?”

Marisol stared at you, “Maybe he didn’t invite them? You think?”

“He wouldn’t do that, I mean this is a huge night so he knew I would’ve loved to have them here.”

“It’s weird isn’t it though? He didn’t include me in any of the planning, and your parents aren’t here.”

“I guess” you sighed, you were trying to focus on the positive aspects.

“Hey, hey, none of that.” She held both of your hands. “Maybe they’ll show up!”

You nodded and walked out, making your way to Jack in the center of the room. He gave you a smirk, one that made you narrow you eyes at him.

“Harlow, what are you up to?” You asked and he just laughed before grabbing a microphone from beside him.

Jack is holding the microphone to his mouth now, “Can I have everyone’s attention please?”

You heard the room go quiet and all eyes were immediately on you both.

“The reason all of you are here wasn't only so you can finally meet the woman in my life, it was because I wanted you here for a special reason” He smiles, squeezing your hand. “Y/N and I have been together for two years now, and like every relationship we have our ups and downs, but if there’s one thing I’m sure about, and it's her. I can’t picture my life without her in it.”

Jack gets on one knee in front of you, you can hear everyone gasping. You clearly weren’t the only one in the room who was shocked.

“Y/N, baby, you make me the happiest man on Earth. Will you do that forever? will you marry me?”

You were immediately overwhelmed, your eyes filled with tears and you couldn’t speak. You simply nodded in response.

He chuckles, “I don’t think anyone can hear you. Use your words baby.”

“Yes, yes, a million times yes” you screamed and he chuckled.

He slid the ring on your finger, standing up and you two shared a long and passionate kiss.

Soon you were surrounded with his family and friends, all congratulating you both. Marisol ran over to you and hugged you tight.

“Bitch, let me see the ring.” You smile and pull back from Marisol and show her.

“That’s beautiful, he did good and so quickly” she smiled.

You agreed but you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad once you realized your parents weren’t there.

“Hey, can I talk to you real quick?” You pull Jack aside, you felt guilty for ruining the moment but you couldn’t help it.

“What’s wrong?” He could tell by your face that you were upset about something.

“My parents, did you not tell them, or invite them?”

He shrugs, “You invited Marisol so I figured you would call them.”

You couldn’t help but feel frustrated. “Jack, are you serious? You didn’t think I would have wanted them here?”

“What do you want from me? I gave you what you asked for, now it’s my fault your parents aren’t here?”

“What I asked for? Did you not want to do this?” Your lip trembled.

“Baby, I spoke to your dad, I asked him for his blessing and he was happy about it. He said yes obviously” he replied.

“You did? You asked?” It didn’t change your mood entirely but it was a start.

“Yes, now can we go back to celebrating?“ he held his hand out to you.

The rest of the night went smoothly, you spent the night talking and dancing with everyone.

When the night was over you and Jack drove around for a while, and just talked about the future.

You felt at peace with your decision, knowing at the end of the day he was your soulmate.

Soulmates always end up together, right?

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mrs-johansson · 8 months

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Chapter 5: Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

Part 5:

We shortly got into our suits and got on a Quinjet, on the way to Klaue’s last known location.

“Have you talked to Laura yet?” I sat down next to Clint. He was calmly cleaning his arrows, not even stressed a little about the situation. “Yeah, everyone’s doing great. Katarina is sending hugs to the team. Especially her mama,” he said with a small smile. “I’m sorry that I always pass her onto Laura. I know she’s tired all the time, the two kids already and the one on the way… I just… ugh I literally don’t trust anyone,” I ran a hand over my face then leaned back in my seat, already feeling like motherhood is something I’m very bad at. “Y/n, you know we love Katarina so much. The kids are so happy that she’s there. And Laura is just glad that you trust her with your baby. Don’t worry about this, okay?” He put his hand on my back and nudged me with his knee. “And you know, she said the other day that I’m her favorite Avenger,” he whispered and I chuckled at his excitement. “That’s totally not true.” “Okay, I’m not. We all know it’s Nat.” He’s right.

***

“Ahh, Junior…” Dad started as he landed in front of Ultron. “You're gonna break your old man's heart.” “If I have to,” Ultron shrugged. “We don't have to break anything,” Thor said. “Clearly you've never made an omelet,” wow he’s clearly my father’s creation. “He beat me by one second,” Dad turned his head back. “Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark. It's what, comfortable? Like old times?” One of the Maximoff twins stepped forward. “This was never my life.” “You two can still walk away from this,” Steve said. Have I mentioned how cringy I found these types of talks from him? “Oh, we will,” said the girl. “I know you've suffered.” Cringy, right?

“Uuughh! Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but…” Okay now… he beat me by one second. “If you believe in peace, then let us keep it.” The mighty, marshmallow-hearted Thor. What a funny-looking team we are…

“I think you're confusing peace with quiet.” Okay enough with the talking. “Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?” I walked closer. “I'm glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan,” with that Ultron attacked older Stark, and his drones dropped down to attack Steve and Thor.

The quick guy bolted away, pushing Thor into a robot. Steve was fighting the other and I stood face to face with the Maximoff girl.

The tingling feeling of fire running between my fingers was so intense. She was quick to attack, pushing the energy towards me but I shielded myself swiftly. I could hear someone getting thrown into the side of the ship but I didn’t look back.

I sent a fireball her way but she dodged it with ease. “Oh this will be fun,” I smirked and started blasting her with fire, waiting for the moment she’ll get tired. She looked young, and if it depends on Strucker, I don’t think she can fully control her powers.

“On your six, Y/n!” Steve yelled but it was too late and I was knocked on the ground. “Aha, got it,” I coughed but got back up. The girl wasn’t there anymore but more robots were on the ship now and Klaue’s men were firing at us too.

Fighting off every man and robot was a little confusing. I don’t why Klaue’s guys were attacking us honestly but whatever…

After a while, there were just robots. And then I felt a tingly feeling in my head. Breaking the robot's head off, I looked around and then I saw the Maximoff girl. Her hands were glowing from this red energy and she was clearly aiming at me. With one big flame, I sent her flying back against a metal door before her brother stormed passed me, sending me to the ground. “That’s right, run you little shit,” I grumbled, pulling myself up on the railings. “Whoever's standing, we gotta move! Guys?” I spoke into the comms. “Natasha, I could really use a lullaby,” heard Dad’s voice. “Well, that's not gonna happen. Not for a while. The whole team is down, you got no backup here,” Clint said. “I’ll get Thor and Steve.”

Looking for Steve and Thor on the ship made me worry. Clint didn’t sound so sure about Natasha and I’ve never seen her down on a mission. Not like this.

Seeing Steve laying on the ground, splattered out like a starfish. I quickly ran to the man and dropped by his side. Took his face into my hands and looked for his pulse on his neck. “Steve, hey…” I lightly tapped his face, trying to wake him. He had a pulse so he probably just passed out. “Steve, you gotta wake up,” I said and he slowly started to open his eyes. He looked around in worry before sitting up. “It’s okay,” my hands dropped on his shoulders, and tried to keep him steady.

***

We walked back to the Quinjet Steve and Thor not even saying a word and nor did Natasha.

Clint and I helped them on the jet, and they laid down and stared in front of themselves. It was hard to see them like this. I glanced at Natasha and she didn’t look good. Her eyes were filled with terror and I knew how much she wanted to hide it but clearly, it was impossible.

Once Clint left her side he made his way towards me. “She’s asking for you,” he said and I was very surprised to hear that. “Really?” “Talk to her,” patted my shoulder and took a seat too.

I slowly walked towards her and as I got to her side I squatted in front of her. “Do you want to talk outside?” I asked softly and she nodded without looking at me.

I sat her down on a rock and kneeled next to her. “What happened?” I asked calmly. She was picking on her nails and staring at the ground. “Just look into my head,” she breathed out, lifting her eyes at me. “Natasha we talked about this,” I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t care,” she shook her head with eyes filling up her eyes. “Nat…” I took her hands and she took a shaky breath in. “Don’t do this to me Y/n,” she said, her voice broken. “Just do it.” Natasha closed her eyes and squeezed my hands. “Right,” I cleared my throat and focused on her completely.

Natasha walked down the stairs in the facility where young girls are being taught ballet. The Red Room. “Again!” The instructor said firmly, while Natasha walked closer and closer to the glass. “You'll break them,” she said softly. Then Madame B appeared next to her. “Only the breakable ones. You are made of marble. We'll celebrate after the graduation ceremony,” said the older woman.

A picture flashed across her mind, where she was laying on a hospital bed and then I saw some medical supplies. The sterilization.

“What if I fail?” Natasha’s voice was fragile and broken. She was younger here. Bangs covering her forehead, shooting at a target, but then it quickly changed into a person with a bag on their head. Natasha was holding a gun at them.

The next moment she was doing combat training. A man’s arms tight wrapped around her neck from behind while Madame B watched. Then Natasha tapped out. “Sloppy. Pretending to fail. The ceremony is necessary for you to take your place in the world.” “I have no place in the world.”

I saw the terrified look on her face as she was brought to the surgery. Little girls watching her being rolled away to have her soul taken away. Then everything went black.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, clearing my throat. Seeing those things made me remember the cold walls of the Red Room. The endless training sessions, the constant pressure of staying alive.

Natasha shook her head and let out a shaky breath before looking up. “I know that we’re in a really bad place right now and we treat each other like shit but ugh…” she let out a cry and I did not hesitate to wrap my arms around her tightly. Natasha’s arms clung onto me like she would fall if she wouldn’t hold onto me. Her hands tensely squeezed my shoulders and back, as she cried softly. “You will never get back there, ever, you understand me? I won’t let that happen. You are safe, Nat. You’re okay,” I held onto her, trying to calm her down.

Even though we broke up, it’s still hard to see her struggle. And I know this is the worst time to be liable for damages but she clearly doesn’t speak about this stuff with Bruce, so it can’t be that serious. I’m disgusting, I’m a horrible person.

“You can hate me and everything just please don’t leave me,” she murmured into my shoulder and my heart broke completely. My eyes welled up with tears and I had a knot in my throat. “I could never hate you, Tash. Yes, we are in a pretty bad place but I could never hate. I am mad, yes, but I don’t hate you,” I said and she pulled back. “How did she not get into your head?” She asked while wiping off her tears. “I have mind blocks, so these things cannot happen. It also doesn’t let machines and stuff through my mind, it’s kinda cool,” I shrugged with a small smirk. “Can you do that to me? Is it possible?” Her voice was desperate. Like it was her last hope. “I don’t know Nat… I haven’t really experimented with these on humans,” I said and she just didn’t care. “I don’t care. Do it,” she said. “Why don’t we get back to this later? We’re gonna lay low for a while anyway, why don’t you just rest and I’ll look into it.” “Yeah. Thank you for all this.” “Anytime.”

Once we took off with the Quinjet, it was quiet. Banner was curled up with a blanket around him, Steve was showing his back to everyone, Natasha was sitting in the middle with her head down still shaken up, and Theo looking very confused. Clint was the pilot this time, but we didn’t really know where we were headed and Dad was sitting behind him, while I stood next to him.

“The news is loving you guys. Nobody else is. There's been no official call for Banner's arrest, but it's in the air,” said Maria over the video call. “Stark Relief Foundation?” Asked Dad. “Already on the scene. How's the team?” She asked with a sorrowful look. “Everyone's...we took a hit. We'll shake it off,” I said, looking through the team. “Well for now I'd stay in stealth mode, and stay away from here.” “So, run and hide?” “Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer,” Maria declared. “Neither do we.” He ended the call and switched off the monitor. He stepped over to Clint, putting a hand over the back of the seat. “Hey, you wanna switch out?” He asked. “No, I'm good. If you wanna get some kip, now's a good time, 'cause we're still a few hours out,” said Hawkeye. “A few hours from where?” I asked and he turned to look at me. “A safe house,” he said. Oh, A safe house. This is gonna be interesting.

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xspeter · 11 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝟎𝟎𝟑: “your heart was glass, I dropped it.”

reminder, this fic will be written like the book, so it is in interview format.

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Robin: Something they don't tell you about uprooting your life to pursue a shot in the dark, is how hard it is. Well, actually I think they do. But, you know what i'm trying to say.

Steve: When we made it to LA, our first order of business was finding somewhere to live.

Nancy: The first week we were there, we were sleeping in the van.

Eddie: It was a rough start, but... we put all our money together and we found this house for rent.

Dustin: They say it takes two to make a house a home, but the six of us did it just fine.

Nancy: Once we got settled, everyone immediately started looking for some places to play.

Steve: Lucky for us, there was a place on the strip that was willing to take us.

Dustin: The gig down in the strip... it didn't pay much. And there wasn't a lot of people there to hear us- but it was the strip!

Jon: We played there for at least three months without anything happening. We were living basically pay check to pay check, but Steve was pushing out new music like his life depended on it.

Dustin: At least two times a week he'd say, "How's this sound?" And every time it was fucking amazing.

Nancy: I got a job at this local newspaper doing some photography, but it didn't pay much. With the money we got from the gigs, and the money I got from the newspaper, we were really only making enough to cover the rent.

Steve: One night, we're all at this diner. We were down in the dumps, because it had been six months of us living in LA and we had gotten no where.

Jon: We were barely making rent- I mean I was starting to doubt if I should've thrown away my spot at NYU to pursue this.

Robin: Somewhere in between all our arguing, the topic of name came up. Before this, we'd gone by 'S&E' standing for, 'Steve and Eddie', but last I checked- my name wasn't Steve or Eddie.

Jon: Steve didn't want us to change the name, he said that was how people knew us, but it's not like we had some dedicated fan base or something.

Robin: I don't remember who suggested it, but someone said, "Silver Springs," And... I just fucking loved it.

Nancy: I liked the name a lot.

Dustin: I'm the one who suggested it, actually. And it sucks because I don't even remember the meaning behind it!

Steve: At first I didn't like the name but... everyone else did. And you know, it grew on me eventually.

Jon: After we left and we're all at home, I realize that we don't have any fucking toilet paper. So i'm about to head out and then Steve asks if he can come with me, says he needs to clear his head.

Steve: When we were driving, I realized at some point that... me and Jon never really talked about anything that wasn't related to the band. I lived with the guy and I hardly even knew him.

Jon: Steve never bothered to ask me anything about my personal life. You know, he thought he knew us- everyone in the band- but he didn't. He just knew what we told him.

Steve: It was like... like I was apart of the band but- I wasn't.

Jon: If he ever realized this he never really showed it. I think the deepest conversation we ever had was about my college situation, and outside of that he knew nothing about me.

Steve: Um, anyway, we get to the store and i go inside and grab the toilet paper and some of these chips Robin asked me to grab, and as i'm walking out I look in the car and Jon looks just absolutely gobsmacked.

Jon: Right when Steve walks out, Jim fucking Hopper walks in right behind him. So Steve obviously didn't see him, so I roll down the window and I say, "Jim Hopper just walked into that fucking store!"

Steve: Shit, he didn't have to tell me twice.

Jon: Steve throws the stuff into the back of the van, and then as casually as possible, he goes back into the store.

Steve: I almost let him walk past me. Almost. But I pull myself together and I walked up to him. I said, "You don't really know me, But my names Steve Harrington and... me and my band would really like you to hear our sound.”

Of course he'd probably heard that same exact thing dozens of times but... it was the only thing I could think to say in that moment.

He said to me, "I'm sure I would. But right now, i'd rather hear the sound of my T.V." And he started walking away, but fuck, there was no way I was about to throw this opportunity away.

Jon: I don't know what Steve said but... he got us a meeting with Jim fucking Hopper.

Steve: It was basically just, [laughs], just a lot of begging.

Jon: We went to that store for some toilet paper, and left with hope.

Steve: Our meeting was set for two weeks from the day we met Hopper at the store, so that gave us two weeks to really get our shit together.

Nancy: Steve would be up... all hours of the night. Anything he wrote, he just thought it wasn't good enough.

Steve: I-I was stressed out of my mind! It felt like nothing I wrote would be good enough for him. We only had one shot to impress him.

Nancy: So one night, Steve's got a couple of beers, he's got his guitar on his lap and he's humming out a new tune he'd been working on, and I can just see how frustrated he is. He's running a hand over his face, he's just... he just looked a mess.

Steve: I was working on this song called, "Diamond Water." And no matter how much I perfected it, it just wasn't good enough.

Nancy: I asked him to play the song for me, and he's got every excuse as to why he can't. "Oh, it's not done," or, "No it's not that good," but I wasn't having any of it. I practically forced him to play that song for me.

Steve: She said, "If you can't play a song in front of the woman you love, what makes you think you'll be able to play in front of Jim Hopper?"

Nancy: When he sang that song for me... I think it helped reassure me that I was there for the right reasons. That I could build a future there, I could build a family there.

Steve: She's the only reason I was able to hold my self together in front of Hopper.

Robin: It was so, extremely intimidating being in the same room as a music producer. Especially one as big as Jim Hopper.

Dustin: Steve didn't give us too much time to figure out the instrumentals for the new song he wrote, so I just remember being scared out of my mind.

Eddie: I wasn't worried at all. We were good. We knew we were good. People we played for knew we were good. So why wouldn't Jim hopper think we were good?

Jon: Look, all I remember from that day, was literally almost throwing up the moment Hopper was in front of us.

Steve: Once we started playing, I think we really started to let loose.

Jon: Once we started to play, I couldn't believe I was ever nervous.

Steve: When we were done, Hopper gave us his business card and told us he'd be in touch. Obviously that was a good thing.

Robin: Hopper didn't even lie either. He called us the very next day and asked where our next gig would be.

Steve: Over the next six months, Hopper showed up to every job we had.

Jon: I was happy, but I was a little confused, you know? I mean, he spent six months just listening to us.

Robin: But, finally we have this gig on the strip, and hoppers there per usual, but this time when we finish, he tells us he's got a spot open for us at this recording studio.

Steve: We were finally gonna make an album.

Dustin: It took us one whole week to record an eleven song album.

Steve: Once we got the album out there, things started moving super fast. I mean, a month later we were going on tour.

Nancy: Two weeks before they're set to leave, I find out i'm... i'm pregnant. And, one thing about finding out your newly successful boyfriend has got you pregnant before you're married, is that it is absolutely terrifying.

Steve: Two nights before we leave, i'm packing my bags, talking about whatever bullshit that I thought was cool or important at the time, and Nancy just goes, "I'm pregnant."

Nancy: I didn't know how to tell him, so I just blurted it out.

Steve: I just stood there... I didn't know what to say. Nancy goes, "What're we gonna do Steve?"

Nancy: I had this whole plan. We would get married, buy a nice house with a big backyard, and we'd start a family.

Steve: I knew Nancy wanted to be married when she had our first baby. So, I call up a priest that very same night, find some old tux, and we got married.

Nancy: I got married in white jeans and a white blouse. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Steve: We had trusted Eddie to take a photo of us, which clearly had been a bad idea.

Eddie: Look, I was drunk out of my mind, and Steve hands me his camera and he's like, "Take a picture!" So I did, but the picture only ended up being of their bodies. I missed their faces.

Nancy: It's my favorite photo of us.

Steve: And then we were off on our first ever tour.

Dustin: Touring in the 80's? It was... wow.

Steve: We were playing some real nice venues. And we were... going out partying every night after.

Eddie: Back then, we didn't really understand addiction. So when Steve was waking up in the morning and the first thing he was doing was poppin some pills in his mouth, I didn't think anything of it.

Steve: I don't know if there was a time on that tour where I wasn't high. I'd get high when I woke up, i'd be high when we were performing, and i'd get high at the after party.

Nancy: He'd call me, and It wasn't until maybe two weeks in where I started noticing how weird he was being.

Steve: There was this one time I called her, I was strung out of my mind of course, and I apologized for not calling her the day before, and she goes, "Steve, you did call me yesterday."

Nancy: He always just sounded.. like he wasn't really there. His words would slur together, that kinda stuff. But what really made me realize something was wrong, was this one time we were on the phone and I said, "We miss you."

He says to me, "What do you mean 'we'?" And I was... confused. Because, wouldn't you just assume when your pregnant wife says 'we miss you' you'd know she meant her and her baby.

Steve: So, one day, i'm... on the bus, and there's these girls, and we were... you know.

Jon: I felt bad for Nancy- that she was stuck with a douchebag like Steve Harrington. I mean, as soon as he was away from her he was cheating on her.

Steve: I'm not proud of what happened on that tour.

Robin: I told Nancy not to come, but she wanted to surprise Steve. She was starting to show at this point, maybe five months pregnant?

Eddie: When I saw Nancy I thought, Oh, Shit. But I walked out the door as casually as I could. Once she couldn’t see me, I booked it. I figured Steve was either At the hotel or on the bus, and I ran two blocks all the way to the hotel.

I should’ve chosen the bus.

Robin: She found him on the bus. Sometimes I wish I would’ve stopped her, but I knew it needed to come out.

Dustin: I wasn’t there, but I heard she found out when she walked in him getting… oral sex from a groupie.

Steve: It was like I was playing with fire and was shocked when I burnt myself.

I remember Nancy’s face. It wasn’t mad or hurt as much as she was just genuinely shocked. She didn’t even say anything, she just stared at me while I scrambled to get them off of me.

The girls I was with ran out. Not that I blame them.

When the bus door shut, I looked at Nancy and I just said, “I’m sorry.” It’s the only thing I could say, really. That’s when she started to process what she just walked into.

Nancy: I think I said, “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think there’s a woman alive who can treat you better than I do?”

Jon: I was outside talking to some crew guys and I caught the tail end of it. I could see them threw the windshield, and it looked to me like she hit him with her bag. And then the two of them left the bus.

Nancy: I made him shower before I would talk to him.

Steve: I wanted her to leave me. I’ve thought a lot about it and… that’s what i’d been up to. I was hoping she’d cut me loose.

That night, me and Nancy are sitting in the hotel room and I had no idea what to say to her. So, stupidly, I pulled out a bump and she said, “What do you think you’re doing?”

I just shrugged and I remember how stupid I felt, shrugging at a time like that- with a woman like that. This woman is carrying my child, and I was shrugging like a child.

She stared at me, waiting for more of an answer, and I didn’t have one. So she said, “If you think i’m gonna let you fuck up our life, then you’ve lost your damn mind.” And she left.

Eddie: Nancy found me and told me she was going home, she didn’t wanna deal with his bullshit, not that anyone blamed her.

She handed me a letter, asked me to watch him, and said, “When he wakes up give him this.” And I said okay.

Steve: When I woke up I was sick to my stomach, had this- this pounding headache. Robin was standing over me with a piece of paper, and she looked pissed.

I grab the paper and I read it and it says, “You have until November 30 and then you’re going to be a good man for the rest of your life. got it?”

The baby was due December 1.

Nancy: I didn’t wanna accept that he was as low as he claimed to be.

Of course, i’m not saying it wasn’t real. All of it was real.

But that didn’t mean I had to accept it.

Murray: I didn’t real know Nancy, but I understood her. She wanted her baby to have a daddy, so she had to whip Steve into shape. I mean, what’s not to get?

Steve: Like an idiot, I said to myself, Okay, i’ll just take until November 30 and get it all out of my system, and then i’m done.

People pretend that addicts are the worst of the worst, but they’re just like normal people. They love to lie to themselves. And i’m an expert at lying to myself.

Robin: Obviously, he didn’t stop messing with all of it.

Eddie: I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to help him or even if I could trust him- and I just remember thinking, I’m his best friend. Shouldn’t I know how to help him?

But I didn’t know.

Dustin: We were all kinda counting down the days until Steve had to get clean.

Steve: [Pauses] We were in Chicago opening up for Mickey Jags, and Mickey was really into snorting heroin, and I thought, Well, I have to try heroin at least once.

That made sense to me. I don’t know why, but I figured it’d be easier to get clean if I tried heroin, which doesn’t even make sense.

Murray: I always tell my people to stay away from benzos and heroin. They don’t kill you when you’re awake, they kill you when you’re asleep.

Eddie: It all spiraled from there. Once he started snorting the shit, I knew Nancy’s note wasn’t gonna mean shit. I tried to keep an eye on him too, tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen.

Murray: When I found out he was with Jags, I called Hopper, and I said, “We’ve got a dead man walking.”

Hopper told me he’d handle it.

Eddie: Something Steve helped me learn, is that if someone doesn’t wanna stop, then you can’t make them.

Jon: When it got to ten days left, and he started forgetting the words on stage, I remember thinking he would never get clean.

Steve: On November 28, Hopper shows up at our show. He’s backstage waiting for me when we finish our set.

I said, “Why’re you here?”

He tells me, “You’re going home.” and he takes me by the arm and holds onto me all the way until we’re on the plane. Turns out, Nancy had gone into labor.

We land and he drags me into the car and drives all the way up to the hospital, and he says, “Get up there, Steven.”

This whole long journey, and all I had left to do was just walk inside, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t meet my kid like that.

Hopper got out of the car and went up there himself.

Nancy: I’d just spent eighteen hours in labor with my mom, and i’m expecting my husband to walk in the door fixed. I know now that that’s not how it works. You can’t just fix people. But, I didn’t know that back then.

When the door opened and it wasn’t Steve, I felt sick to my stomach. Because I knew what that meant.

I was so tired and so disappointed, but I was holding this beautiful little girl that looked just like Steve. I decided to name her Amber.

Right then, giving up on Steve felt easier then holding faith. But I didn’t give up on him. I told Hopper, “Tell him he can start to be a father right now, or he can get his ass in rehab.”

Hopper nodded and left.

Steve: I sat in that lobby for what felt like hours. I felt sick thinking about what I did- what I was doing- but I just couldn’t get myself to go upstairs.

When Hopper finally came down he said, “You’ve got a beautiful little girl named Amber.” I didn’t know what to say.

And then hopper says, “Nancy says you have two choices. Either get your ass up there, or go to rehab. There’s no other option.”

I remember seeing this man wheeling his wife out of the hospital with their baby and I thought, Why can’t that be me?

It wasn’t even that I didn’t want to be with them- with my girls. I wanted to be with them so badly, but I just couldn’t look into that babies eyes and know that I was the shit deal she was stuck with.

So I went to rehab.

Nancy: My mom said, “I hope you know what you’re doing.” And i yelled at her, but deep down, I hoped I did too.

Eddie: Steve entered rehab in December of ‘84. We cancelled the rest of the dates on our tour, and the rest of us kinda went on vacations. Dustin bought a boat with the money we had, and the rest of us stayed at the house. Nancy had moved out and rented this house a couple of blocks away, and we tried to be with her as much as we could.

Steve: I didn’t go to rehab for the right reason. I went because I was ashamed and embarrassed. But, I stayed for the right reasons.

Eddie: The day Steve got out of rehab, I picked up Nancy and the baby and we drove over together.

Now, Amber was probably the cutest baby you’d ever seen. Pink cheeks, this big mop of hair, and these beautiful brown eyes.

There was this picnic table outside the facility, So Nancy and the baby sat down and I went inside. When I saw him, he was wearing the same thing he has been the last time I saw him. We hugged, and you know, I was kinda emotional.

But, I said, “You ready?”

He said, “Yeah,” But he looked a little unsure.

I put my arm around him and told him what he needed to hear. I said, “You’re going to be a great dad.” I don’t know why I never said that sooner.

Steve: Amber was sixty-three days old when I met her. It’s hard, even now to not hate myself for that. But the second I saw her, my god. I just remember thinking, Why did it take me this long to do this?

I had built a family. I did it without the qualities that a father needs to have. And here was this tiny, new person, who had my eyes and hair. She didn’t know who I used to be, she only cared who I was now.

Nancy: I think you have to have faith in people before they earn it. Otherwise, it’s not really faith.

Y/N and the band are gonna meet in the next chapter yall. prepare yourselves.

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dannystheone · 1 year

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SINCE REQUESTS ARE STILL OPENN MAY I REQUEST A SWITCH!STAN AND SWITCH!KYLE FICCC? MAYBE THEY LIKE DO A DONT LAUGH CHALLANGE OR STUFF PLEASE AND THANK YOUUUU!<33

Alright guys here it is! The moment we've all been waiting for >:) for some reason this fic reminds me of something... (the long-anticipated ruggie fic I never finished lol)

But it's here! I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: Kids swearing and foot tickles! (Socks stay on if that helps)

Two Different Types Of Comedy (Lee/Ler Stan and Kyle)

Stan is developing a different taste in comedy while Kyle is still entertained by childish jokes. The two butt heads over which form of comedy is best.

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Lazy Saturdays were always appreciated in South Park. No work, no school, no chores, just doing whatever you wanted. For Stan and Kyle, the best lazy Saturday was sharing a couch, a blanket, and exchanging TikToks with each other.

Stan's parents were gone for the day, so naturally the boys crashed at his place. Snacks littered the floor around the couch as Stan lay on the right side of the couch and Kyle relaxed on the left side. A Terrance and Phillip blanket covered the two boys' legs that were thrown on top of each other's. For some people, this would have been uncomfortable, but the boys have been in this position with each other so many times it's the only way they liked it when it was just the two of them.

Kyle let out a yawn and scratched the back of his head as he scrolled through TikTok. Stan laid on his arm with his arm against the headrest as he scrolled as well.

"Pffmmt- heheheh. Stan- Stan dude, look at this." Kyle shifted on the couch and reached over the blanket to hold his phone up to Stan's face. Stan looked away from his phone to see. "Terrance and Phillip have their own official TikTok now, so they're posting all the best bits they had on the show! Look, it's the one where they fart on the President!" As the living room was filled with fart noises and the TV characters laughing, Stan didn't react.

"Oh...killer." Stan looked back to his phone with Kyle's hand hanging limp in the air. Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed.

"Dude, what the hell? You love Terrance and Phillip. You didn't think it was funny?" Kyle asked. Stan shrugged as he scrolled through his social media.

"I dunno dude, maybe I've seen the bit one too many times. It's not that big of a deal." Kyle laid back on his side of the couch with a quirked lip. Without another word, he kept scrolling through the Terrance and Phillip TikTok page, quietly giggling at the jokes.

"Pfft- hahaha! Oh man, Kyle, you gotta see this!" Stan reached over the blanket to show Kyle his phone. Kyle looked away from his to see. "It's Bo Burnham's newest show on Netflix! Everyone says it's his best one yet! We have to watch it together." Kyle looked at the phone in confusion. It was just a guy doing stand-up.

"Dude Bo Burnham isn't funny? And besides, since when did you start liking him?" Stan's face fell as he took his phone back and shrugged.

"I dunno dude, Terrance and Phillip just aren't that funny anymore. I mean, how many times can you fart on a dude's head and still think it's funny?" Stan questioned. Kyle put his phone in his lap as he splayed his hands.

"Well, what's so funny about Bo Burnham? The only thing I can remember of him is that Jeff Bezos song and that was just it- a song. You're laughing at songs now?" Stan put down his phone as well, getting increasingly agitated.

"It's better than laughing at childish shit like fart jokes and diarrhea all the time! I thought you were the mature one, Kyle. How can you still find that hilarious?" Kyle's mouth went agape as he threw up his hands.

"I don't know dude it's my childhood! It's both our childhood, and you still think it's funny, you just don't want to admit it cause you think you're more superior than the rest of us." Kyle accused.

"I don't think I'm superior! I just wanted to find different stuff to laugh at. Stuff that isn't immature." Stan crossed his arms as Kyle grunted. Kyle hated arguments, he wished there was a way to put a swift end to this.

Stan's leg was wedged between the couch and Kyle's own leg. It was starting to go numb, so Stan shifted on the couch to try and relieve it. A crazy idea shot into Kyle's mind.

Kyle grabbed hold of Stan's ankle and set it on his lap. Stan had his jeans and his black socks on despite the blanket thrown on top of them. Stan tried pulling his leg back, but Kyle had a surprisingly strong grip.

"Dude what the hell are you doing? Get off." Stan warned. Kyle shook his head as he prepped one of his hands while keeping a hold on Stan's ankle.

"You think you're grown up, huh? Not laughing at immature shit anymore? Well let's see how long you last trying not to laugh at the most childish shit on the planet!" Stan's face was a mask of confusion.

"What are you gonna do?" Stan tried pulling his leg back once more, so Kyle trapped his ankle between his own jeaned legs.

"I'm gonna tickle you until you admit that 'childish' stuff is still funny! Because it is!" Kyle growled. Stan's throat jumped in agitation as he angrily brought Kyle's foot into his own lap. Kyle had white socks on for today.

"Fine! Then I'll do the exact same thing! I'll tickle you until you can admit that mature comedy is better than a show four-year-olds can laugh at!" The sudden twist caught Kyle by surprise; his body tingling with anticipation now. But that wouldn't phase him. The boys locked eyes with each other, burning in their resolve.

"I'm. Not. Laughing." Kyle's hand gripped Stan's ankle with determination.

"Neither. Am. I." Stan replied with certainty.

"First one to laugh wins the argument."

"So be it."

After a moment's breath, Stan and Kyle dove into their respective feet; Kyle scribbling up and down Stan's foot while Stan scratched into Kyle's toes. The two boys snorted and held their breath as well as they could. They grit their teeth to bar the laughter from coming out, all of the would-be noises pent up in their chest.

Kyle could feel the scribbles shoot up his leg like electricity. His lips quirked into a forced smile as he slammed his teeth down to prevent any laughter from coming out. Stan tried not to think about Kyle's fingers rippling into his arch, because the more he thought about it the more it tickled. Stan huffed and kept his mouth shut.

"I'm- pffmmt- I'm not gonna- lose!" Kyle forced out, having to take a break between each word to not let a laugh loose. Stan was having a more difficult time speaking. His leg was jolting with every touch Kyle delivered to it, and he would admit that Kyle had method. Kyle's fingers swirled from his heel up to his toes and down into his ball and arch in careful movements despite being tickled himself. Stan just tickled anywhere he could reach.

"I-hehee- I'm not- lohosing eheither!" Stan's eyes winced as he dug his nails into Kyle's arch. Kyle's leg jumped as he snorted and set his jaw against his laughter. The two boys were starting to sweat with this exertion. It felt like the seconds that passed that they didn't laugh, all the more it tickled.

"Juhust- Just gihive up duhude! I'm- urgh- I'm gohonna win!" Kyle forced out between grit teeth. Stan shook his head defiantly and kept up his haphazard method of tickling. Kyle gained a sense of resolve and started scribbling his fingers up and down Stan's foot from toes to heel. Stan jumped on the couch and tried pulling his leg back, but Kyle's grip was strong.

"N-Nehehever!" Stan started laughing in his throat, it sounded like he was choking, but he tried swallowing the sounds as well as he could. He was becoming weak; Kyle's grip was stronger and his method was better. Stan decided to replicate Kyle's method and set Kyle's ankle in his left hand and scraped his nails top to bottom on Kyle's foot. Despite this being Kyle's method, it was very effective against him. Kyle's fingers stilled as he shifted on the couch.

"Mmph! Hmhmhmhm! Stahan quit!" Kyle's back slid forward on the couch, giving Stan more of Kyle's ankle in his grip. Stan quickly used this reprieve as Kyle stopped tickling him to tickle all over Kyle's foot, from his ankle to the top of his foot as well. Kyle's toes curled up as he snorted and tried to breathe his laughter away.

"Face it dude, I won! Now admit that mature comedy is better!" Stan dug his fingers into Kyle's toe spaces, which made Kyle laugh through his nose in a big sputtering noise. Kyle hid his face with his arms as his face turned red from exertion.

"You should see your face, dude-"

"Boys? I'm home." Stan's mom Sharon walked in through the front door with her hands full of groceries; Stan's fingers stilling against Kyle's foot. Kyle held a hand to his beating heart as he breathed in deep and laid limp on the couch.

"Oh uh- hi Mom. We're just hanging out." Stan said awkwardly.

"Oh? And what are you up to?" Sharon listened to the boys as she carried the groceries into the kitchen. Kyle shot up on the couch, catching Stan by surprise.

"Getting Stan to admit that Bo Burnham sucks!" Kyle declared and grabbed hold of Stan's foot to scribble his fingers into the arch. Stan stared bewildered at Kyle before his face lit up in his laughter. Stan held his belly with both arms in his laughs while Kyle scratched his socked foot with his nails.

"Pfft- ahahahaha! Duhuhuhude you cheheheheated!" Stan kicked his leg while it still lay in Kyle's hand. Kyle let go immediately as Stan laughed.

"HA! I got you, you bastard! Now admit it! Admit that Terrance and Phillip are funny!" Kyle crossed his arms in his victory. Stan breathed out as he sat up slowly on the couch.

"Duhude, I never said they weren't funny. I was just saying that I wanted to find different stuff to laugh at. I don't want to rely on just Terrance and Phillip for a laugh, you know? And I think if you have different things to laugh at, it kind of preserves the comedy of the show because you're not watching that comedy all the time, you know?" Stan explained. Kyle had a thoughtful face on.

"Yeah, I see what you're saying. Terrance and Phillip do get a little stale now and then. I mean, how many times can you go around farting on people and each other? Wouldn't you get sick of farts after a while?" Stan's face lit up as Kyle understood him.

"Yes, exactly! And we don't even have to watch Bo Burnham, he's just the first guy that got recommended to me on Netflix. There's a ton of stuff to watch!" Kyle grabbed the TV remote and clicked the TV.

"Come on, let's find something to-"

"Oh no, boys. I'm gonna need you to clean up all this mess." Sharon walked back into the living room and pointed out all the snacks and food that littered the floor. "Your father is coming home soon and I don't want him walking into a messy house."

"Aw man- this sucks." The boys slowly got off the couch and started picking up trash.

"This is what I get for wasting time listening to you say that Terrance and Phillip are better than Bo Burnham." Stan said under his breath.

Kyle shot him a look. "What did you say?"

#south park #south park tickles #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #danny writes #lee kyle #lee stan #ler kyle #ler stan

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supernaturalstilinski · 3 months

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BayVerse!TMNT x mutant!f!Reader(Platonic)

Warnings: trauma,cussing, kidnapping,fluff,angst. Lmk if I missed anything

Summary: The boys always knew that they had to rely on each other but what happens when someone they never knew they had is found, and just like them?

“I don’t understand, why can’t we get into Sacks building at night?” Mikey asks looking around at his three brothers. “I mean I can try to hack into his security systems and block it and get in there and grab the Mutagen and leave” a smile is thrown from Mikey to Donnie.

“So we get in and get out.” Raphael shakes his head turning around and grabbing his Twin Sai’s and walks out of the lair towards the exit, with the boys following behind him.

“Stop talking so loudly Mikey, you idiot they’ll hear you” Mikey turns around looking at Leo with a Sheepish smile before dropping down into the lab. Looking around the huge lab they notice that there’s a lot more than just one Mutagen. One that would require a living being to create that much.

Donnie looks at them with a confused look before looking around for anything that can clear it up. Opening another door, he looks around freezing on a container. Meanwhile Raph trying to talk to Donnie but getting no response making him go over to him. “Can’t you hear m-“ he pauses looking at what Donnie sees. Without looking away Raph goes into the other room more not taking his eyes off Container. “Leo…Mikey get in here you need to see this.” Raph says before mumbling asking the unconscious mutant turtle in the container. He notices that it’s a woman and she looks older than them.

“Holy shit. We have to get her out of here.” Leo doesn’t waste a second before figuring out how to get her out of there. “Come on help me you idiots”

Snapping out of it the other three run over to help Leo figure out how to get the mutant out. Before their only focus was the mutagen but now they needed to know who this turtle is and where she came from. “Are you sure she’ll be okay?” Mikey grunts as he climbs back up to where they dropped down. Grabbing the woman he pulls her up first while Donnie runs around grabbing as much Mutagen as possible.

Getting to the Lair took a lot longer than usual considering Raphael is carrying the mutant. After setting her down on the couch, they all stand there looking at her confused. “Run some tests” Leo mumbles to Donnie before walking off trying to process it.

Waking up on something soft throws you off, quickly sitting up not being the best idea feeling a pounding sensation in your head. Looking around you notice a camera system but no one in the room. The mumbling of voices makes you stand up walking towards it slowly. Leaning against the door you hear muffled voices. “We don’t know who she is!” “We can’t just kick her out!” “She’s like us!” The voices say talking over each other. Opening the door I see four men. The voices stop,turning to look at me, eyes wide. I look at the one with the blue mask. “leonardo?..” I turn “Raphael?” Tearing up ii look at the last two. “donatello…? michelangelo? Oh my god” I go to take a step towards them but stop when they take a step back getting defensive.

“How do you know our names?” Leo steps forward glaring down at you. “I’m sorry you guys don’t remember me..um I was also an experiment when you boys were just little babies, When Dr. O’Neil burned down the building I was in a separate room from you boys and Splinter. They didn’t want us to have any type of connection. Little April she didn’t have time to save me, and Sacks got to me before she could. He’s been using me for years,but enough about me you boys are all grown up.” I smile slightly wanting to go over to them.

“That still doesn’t explain why he kept you from us, why would we have a connection?” Raph stays still not fully trusting you enough to let his guard down.

Sighing I step slightly closer to him before slowly raising my hand smaller hand that matches theirs to Raph’s face. “Because you boys are my sons..” I smile at them. “I’ve been hoping one day I would see you guys again.” I hear multiple sharp intakes of air around me. Glancing around I motion the other three to come closer. Holding their hands.

“But…we where told that you where dead” Mikey tears up laying his head on your shoulder. I tilt my head laying it on top of his before looking up slightly at the other three pulling them closer. Donnie on my other shoulder and the other two leaning their foreheads against mine.

“I’m here now…that’s all that matters. Not going anywhere.” Even in the tired, weak,and underweight state your body is in doesn’t stop you from holding your boys close.

“Now where’s Splinter? I need to thank him for raising wondering sons.”

At the end of the day you would go through all this again just to get to this point again no matter what. The boys have their mother and their mother has them.

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A/N: This was my first TMNT fic so it’s probably not great but I’m working on it. I don’t write much unless you send requests I love doing them. They are Open right now. Look at my Masterlist to see who I write for!♥️ thank you for reading Darlings!

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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This is it. The seventh chapter, Chapter 5.

This is going to either be the final or the penultimate chapter. I'm not entirely sure. Traditionally, a Danganronpa is six chapters long. Chapter 5 is the top-tier WTF case that blows your socks off. Then Chapter 6 is endgame, where all secrets are revealed along with shocking twists and swerves that shatter your very understanding of what game you've even been playing up to this point.

Kodaka loves him a Shyamalanian rug-pull. I've spent the whole game occasionally eyeballing the corners of the rug and wondering which direction it's going to get yanked. There is always a yank. Even when it's, uh, not very good for the internal consistency of the story and theme. (Looking at you, Ultra Despair Girls.)

Maybe everyone was homunculi this whole time. Maybe Makoto's going to take off his mask and instead of a face he has a yawning void leading into your own personal nightmares. Maybe Shinigami was the true villain all along somehow. Who knows. But there's gonna be a yank somewhere.

I just don't know if it's this chapter or if there's one more, because the existence of two separate prologues has thrown the numbering out of whack. Chapter 4 genuinely did feel like your typical Chapter 5 Top-Tier WTF, right up there with DR 1-5, 2-5, and 3-5. If they are going to top that, I don't know how they would.

Given that we now seem to be moving, abruptly and aggressively, in the direction of having to face down Makoto as our true nemesis? This feels like we've entered endgame.

...we should have flung him out of his penthouse when we had the chance.

Okay, we're alive. And conscious. In a spooky dark room that's hard to make out. I was expecting some sort of sterile Amaterasu facility but "the house from the Grudge" works too, I guess.

At least we aren't alone. We can--

OKAY I GUESS WE'RE DOING SPOOKER HORROR NOW. THIS IS NOT OUR GENRE BUT SURE.

...

I mean. You can see my soul-devouring Faustian companion in that shot. This is my genre. BUT IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE Y'ALL'S. I'm the only one that's allowed to do Lovecraftian bullshit! That was the agreement!

Y'all this is straight-up Resident Evil shit. I. Don't. Feel safe. In a very different way from how I normally don't feel safe in this game. We've taken a complete turn from the atmosphere and tone in a way that's shocking and--

Ooh, bauble! I'm gonna get that bauble. Never mind, I feel comfortable agai--

LEGS.

OH GOD THEY USED THE BAUBLE AS BAIT. WHAT THE FUCK. That is a complete betrayal of the player/developer relationship of trust we've built up to this point.

What the fuck what the fuck what-- Oh, wait, it's not a corpse. It's Kurumi. Okay. That's better. We like her.

Silent Hill. Your guess is as good as mine for how we got here, but that's par for the course for that particular psychokinetic hot-spot.

In seriousness, this is probably the Restricted Area. The real one, not the classified lab Makoto played up with all the energy of painting "DISNEY WORLD" on a cardboard sign and hanging it over a backyard water slide.

An abandoned village that allegedly cannot be entered because you will choke and die on toxic gas immediately.

Incidentally, how's your breathing, Kurumi?

You.

You know other places have rain too, right?

They don't have Forever Rain but. Like. Rain itself, the concept of rain, is not a unique Kanai Ward phenomenon.

Kurumi's lived in this city for so long that she doesn't know rain can happen for non-suspicious reasons.

...I mean, some places have Forever Rain too. Kanai Ward is basically Seattle. POINT IS, Kanai Ward does not own a patent on rainfall.

I hate that we're here without explanation. There aren't even any guards. What the hell is your game, Makoto? This is such a weird place to bring us to and then leave us to fend for ourselves.

Did you dump us here because we weren't Master Detectives or something? You were only after the pros, and threw us out as spares? We're not good enough for homunculus experiments or whatever?

It'll be weird if we find them too. If everyone was dumped here, that raises further questions than if only Kurumi and Yuma were dumped here.

I mean, Yuma's done a lot of answer-finding and mystery-solving, but none of it's public knowledge. So far as anyone, even our own colleagues know, every crime solved itself or was solved by the Master Detectives, while the killers kept abruptly dying for no explainable reason. All the while, Yuma was nearby looking like a useless doof.

Outwardly, Yuma's history is one of trying to solve the crimes, failing, and then getting bailed out by circumstance or by the killer's corpse spontaneously standing up and explaining everything apropos of nothing. The best that can be said about his abilities from that lens is "Good effort, has enthusiasm".

Only Vivia, Vivia specifically, knows the truth. Interesting how that isn't a violation of the ominous "You can't tell anyone about our contract" clause, because he learned it himself through the interaction of his metaphysics and Shinigami's. I smell loophole!

Anyway, let's go see if we can find our friends. If we're lucky, Fubuki, Halara, and Vivia will be somewhere around here.

If we're unlucky, we'll be jumped by the spooky spooker.

What a title card. This is fine.

I sure hope not. If it is, I'll have a few apologies I have to make. Do you think "My bad, I may have overreacted," will suffice?

Got some horrific atmosphere and tension and a lot of questions raised by our presence here. BUT FIRST.

This better be someone good. You fucking owe me for that trick you pulled.

This is my villain origin story. I'm going to fuse with Shinigami and become a ravenous, ghostly murder-plague upon the land. My body count will make Samara jealous.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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incredibly-delirious-biznasty · 1 year

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I’m only going to weigh in on this once because all the hate is really bumming me out and I need to air out some thoughts.

I know you have all picked up on the themes of all this new music from our Emo Forebears. I will use My Chem as an example because I think they’re the most poignant example:

Think about their musical content up till this point. It’s about suffering and feeling misunderstood and we all loved it because we felt seen. My Chem had the reputation of being the Suicidal Girl band since long before it was seen as anything other than cringe. If you didn’t live through this time; if you have never experienced the feeling of “fuck it I’m gonna live like I’ll never see 30 because I’ll be dead long before then” it may be hard to understand just how special Foundations is.

You Must Fix Your Heart

The resurfacing of these emo bands are all the grown ass adults who were once barely out of their teens, saw a bunch of fucked up shit, many of them nearly died or were very near people who did, and here we are, decades later, still just living.

At a certain point, it’s fix yourself or give up. By give up I mean die. It’s heal or die.

So here we have a bunch of now adult musicians who have been through it, fixed themselves and are now thriving. They have an opportunity to share this wisdom with all those other young people who were just like the. The now-adult fans have done their own growing and fixing. It’s a beautiful thing, really.

Now consider Panic!

Yes, the ‘09 split was the end of the “real” PATD. However, Brendon and Spencer decided they wanted to keep trying. They loved making music, who could blame them for trying to a carry on the way they saw fit?

The transition between Vices and Virtues and Too Weird to Live is very important to the point I am trying to illustrate here.

The whole band was heavy into drugs. Spencer almost died from an overdose. Brendon even said in a statement about the state of the band that he didn’t realize that his friend was so deep into his addiction because he was fine. He admitted his shortcoming and I believe this incident was a serious realization and turning point for Brendon.

The tone between VaV and TWTLTRTD is markedly different. (Don’t @me about Dallon ok? That’s a whole different can of worms and y’all get too insane about that shit. If you’re ready for the real talk you can look up the legal credit given for writing on both those records and bring me the receipts, but most of y’all are not ready for that one yet) There is a turn toward the positive here that progresses throughout the “Shambling Corpse” solo albums.

Brendon was trying to find his positive growth while still doing what he loved, because unlike many others in the genre, it wasn’t about to kill him.

Now take a step back and look at the last, oh, let’s just say, half a decade. The amount of negativity, harassment, personal privacy invasion, along with all the other shit the internet has thrown at him. As stated previously: the majority of these controversies have been proven to be false. Brendon has stated many times that he doesn’t want to be famous. He wants to be able to be himself again and live his life without being harassed (whether it’s positive or negative intention)

He needs this break. He needs to heal. It tracks that the other bands that broke earlier are back with a new outlook, they had years to figure their shit out, one way or another.

Brendon hung around and has been being ground down to nothing in the public eye for nearly two decades.

I’m glad he’s finally taking his turn.

(If you’re interested in learning more about why Brendon was “cancelled” here is an excellent master list)

#panic! at the disco #brendon urie #patd #emo trinity #emo revival #emo renaissance #cancel culture is toxic #musical analysis #long post #rant #don’t come for me #because I don’t give a shit #it’s still a parasocial relationship if you think you know a celebrity’s morals justifications etc

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It was always gonna end one way

In a ditch and so close to death as Huey luck finally ran out.

Everybody lose sooner or later. No matter how good Huey is. At the end of the day he just some dude with a wooden sword and powers don't work as it was a knife wound to the shoulder and a shot to the back from a bloody CHILD that caught him off guard. The kick to the bottom of the ditch as hell don't help as luckily the kids not a professional or he wouldn't even have time to realize what happened.

Street gangs using bloody CHILDREN to get back at him. Huey sigh as the kid being green helped him survive this. He can...MAYBE get up and climb out this ditch. With effort and a lot of pain. He gonna have to push himself harder then before in this city. Them blood lost not a joke,

But why should he?

What the point in all this? The struggling and the fighting for life. Not like you have anyone you love. Your partner gone. You friends are gone. Your business idea is ruin and your alone. Why fight so hard?

You should just die. You know better then anyone you been nothing but a nuisance. The Radiale be better without you in it. Your a killer and a liar. They either celebrate your death or don't give a shit. You desire to make your name stick in this city a joke.

"I can call Eidan." He a nice guy. Sure he don't like me. But he come and at least drop me off to the nearest hospital...

You really think he want to help you? After your black mailing? Nobody want you around Huey. Why struggle in this city without meaning? Just embrace it. The cold. The emptiness...maybe you can see William again. You never dies here yet have you?

"I have people that rely on me."

NPC who lives will continue even without you in the story. Your run a bloody smuggling ring and dish out justice to the highest bidder for christ sake. Your not running a thing people will miss. So what is the point of Huey Ponzi? Why struggle when your life have no meaning to it? It be much easier to die.

What is the point of Huey?

Huey realize his strength sapped half way out of the ditch as he lay on his back just a little to catch his breath. Damn he should have got a full lunch. What is the point? Not like he got anything to live for. Why climbs up the hill when there nothing waiting for you in the end? You have no love, no friends, no family, no job.

Your a loser and nothing. Even Aury at least have Klaus. You die as intended. A nobody in some random ditch in the middle of nowhere nobody would miss.

Huey close his eyes. Maybe it is better to just let the system do it's thing. Maybe it's just.....Better to give up.

Yet the body refuse even when the mind fails. Even if his ego is almost nonexistent....the Id refuse to give up on him.

A memory of cuddling with the weapons from another world who accepted him and his ugly side.

A memory of drinking with a friend who raised as a terriost.

Even if they are not here anymore. It wasn't all bad. Even if he have nobody now. The time they had was real. He HAVE made real bonds.

The memory of two brother sharing a drink in a dingy bar after the younger brother first returned job success. A precious memory. Of party, loud music, good food and good people, Money was thrown everywhere as it was the first time in a long time Huey felt alive.

Chasing down evil, taking from evil, spending money with people he love...the never ending party. It's not about making the world a better place. It's about having fun with people while pissing off the standard. The riches? The riches come and go all the time.

Huey eyes shot wide open. Strength returning back tot he limbs as he climb painfully.

Even if there no meaning he want to carry on. It's human nature to persist. Huey might be giving up in his head but his soul refuses.

"Lifes not always about the gleaming success...remember how many of our jobs we scarp by the skin of our teeth? You don't always get to look cool. In this work of ours we're not here to be liked or understood. Remember that first brief case of cash for that old lady? We tried being thief because when we took from those who have their dreams stolen. We were happy weren't we? It was fun. This isn't like last time. I'm not Robin hood. I care more about who I'm hurting then the victims. Because we never seen what we do as heroics. I'm selfish, egotistical bastard. If it helps someone by accident that fine. I came back because one job stealing from mobster was more fun then 3 years of studying for a boring ass exam."

My justice the thing that killed you after all William. That hunger for justice killed you. My obsession with bringing good into this world with our work. I promised myself i never once again wave the flag of righteous. What a joke....thieves claiming to be chivalrous. Yet i still don't wanna robbed from those who don't have it. There no joy in robbing from those who dreams are stolen.

I am a lowly maggot. I only steal because i want to steal. It's not just because i care. It's because above all else i chase the thrill. I forgotten that.

"Yeah there nobody in the Radiale that miss me when i'm gone. But..."

Even if there is no meaning to it now. Even if it's painful and lonely i wanna continue to struggle as a boring lowly human being.

"For the greatest victory. That impossible jack pot. Let's win William. Let's finally win for once and big time in this city. It make all this worth it no? That one moment of absolute victory. Let our story be forever told here. Even if the start of the story is a confusing, self pitying frustrating mess. Let's just keep going till we win."

That one moment when you win it all. When nobody bet against you and you win it all. So what if your a loser nobody with no bonds and no meaning to you? Oh it sucks for sure now.

You persist. You keep going for that final win. When you can win it all. You put up whatever mask it is to hide the truth. Faking it till you make it. Turning one lies into reality.

Hope. Even if you don't believe in it. You keep lying to yourself and putting in more effort till one day with hope comes victory.

"Oh.....i finally made it to the top."

#isola challenge #isola drabble #blood tw #injuries tw #suicidal thoughts tw #Literal climbing yourself out of a hole.

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aberrant-webnovel · 6 months

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Chapter 6 - Lime

Content Warning: Threatening with a firearm, profanity

Chapter 6 - Lime

I live in the West District. There's a lot of residential zones that are used primarily by Vault Breakers and their families in the West. My mom lived there with the Dirge family for a long time, but moved into my father's home when they got married. Right now, it's just her and I in that house.

To get to where I live, there's a short ride on the tram. It's a magnetic rail system elevated above the city that takes passengers from station to station.

Silva used an elevator to get me up to the tram while I was still wheelchair bound. I'm not entirely used to being helped this much, but I really still was in too much pain to walk.

Once we got on the tram, we found a comfortable place to stay for the ride. Most of the bench seating has an opening at the sides that we can get the chair to fit into. Since there was one other person on the tram before us, we found seats a bit away so as not to be a bother.

A woman with a very slender figure sat on a bench in the center of the tram. She wore a dark green tank top and desert camo cargo pants. It was coincidentally similar to my own outfit. I had a blank white t-shirt on, but the same pants. We both wore combat boots, too. She seemed to have dozed off, hanging her head down but still comfortably leaning back in her seat. She had a vibrant green color in her hair. Like a bright lime. Must be a pain to maintain it. I'm sure the dye isn't cheap. The left side was buzzed down. The right was a little messy and had an undercut.

Best to not study her too much, though. Not trying to gawk at some random lady on the tram.

"You seem to be holding up great, Silva. How are you feeling after all that testing, though?"

"Well I'm beyond exhausted. Getting you home is the last thing for me today. I'm going to head straight home and go to sleep."

"Isn't your mom home though? How are you gonna handle telling her about today? After all, you disappeared all day without a word."

"You're right. I didn't think about it at all. But I'll be fine. She'll be mad, but not forever. Dad will talk her down when he comes home. Whenever that is."

"I wish you luck, Miss E-Ranker."

"Ah, yes. Thank you Mr. C-Ranker."

We found ourselves saluting each other the same way. We put a flat hand up to our brow and made a stern face when we spoke. That stern look broke into a laughter.

"You two aren't aware at all of how loud you laugh, are ya?"

I heard a voice from the other side of the tram. The green-haired woman was looking right at me, icy blue eyes piercing through me.

"Oh, sorry! We didn't mean to wake you!"

Silva responded pretty quickly. I was frozen by the stare.

"I wasn't sleeping. Just waiting for my stop."

"Oh, I see. Still, sorry for being a bother."

She lifted her arm and pointed a finger at me.

"You. You're a C-Ranker? What corps?"

"Yeah, Runner corp. I just got evaluated today."

"Don't fuck with me, you little shit!"

This woman now stood and took a step in our direction.

"What? I'm sorry!"

"Ain't a fuckin person in history gets thrown into that rank on their first day. Why the fuck would you say some dumb shit like that!?"

"Not a lie, miss! It's the truth!"

I had thrown my hands up like a surrender, but not very high. It hurt to lift them much so I just put my hands up by my cheeks in a panic.

"Hey, back off!"

Silva shot up from her seat and stepped towards her.

"Whoa, hold up!"

"No, Ymir. I have no idea who she thinks he is calling us liars and shouting at us like that. I don't want to put up with that!"

A cold stare went from Silva directly at the woman in the tram with us. Silva was like this. Usually very reserved and kind, but has a bit of a hot head when confronted by aggression.

"Fuck off girl. If you really did testing, how did a skinny kid like you even make it to E? Shoulda been left at F."

"I barely see an ounce of muscle on you, you fucking mannequin."

Silva wasn't very eloquent when she got into a fight. [You fucking mannequin] is my new favorite insult she's come up with, though.

The sound of gears whirring and shifting metal scraping was instant. The woman put her arm forward and showed us as it transformed. Half of the forearm split. An unidentifiable set of machinery and solid black panels came out in a rush, unfolding and piecing together. It was a modular hand cannon. The size of the barrel looked like it could fire a shotgun slug. The process took roughly two seconds.

Now a barrel of a gun is pointed at Silva's head.

I couldn't stop my body from moving. I slipped passed my cousin and stood in front of her.

The barrel was now only inches from my forehead.

I spread my arms and ignored the screaming pain of my ribs. I made sure that Silva stayed behind me. This was my instinct at work.

"You're quick. And with three broken ribs? Stim inside you hasn't quite patched you up yet."

"How do you know that?"

"Augment in my eyes. Analysis toolkit. 'Mr. C-Ranker' doesn't know that?"

This whole time, everyone's bodies were frozen still. I just talked frankly with this woman.

"Runner augments aren't things that civvies get to learn much about. I just enlisted today."

"You really sticking with that bullshit story, then?"

"Yeah. Cuz I'm not lying."

She lowered the barrel of her gun. It dismantled, folded into a bunch of parts, and then went back inside the compartment in her arm.

"I'll believe it when I see it. And I bet I'm never seeing your ass again."

"Get ready to be disappointed."

She turned and walked away from me without a final response to my last taunt. She just went over by the doors and waited there.

I could see the tram getting ready to pull into the station. It began to slow in speed just a bit. That made me lose my balance.

The pain was setting in now so I failed to hold my body in place. I fell forward, but was stopped.

Two arms wrapped around me, one around my chest, one around my back. Silva caught me.

"Ow! Thanks for that."

"Let's get you back in your seat."

She helped me back to the chair and wheeled me out of the little nook I was in.

The tram was just coming to a stop. Once the doors opened, the lime-haired woman exited and hurriedly stepped away to wherever she needed to go.

This was our stop too so Silva and I left the tram and took an elevator down to the ground level.

The station wasn't super tall over in the West District so the other lady probably took the stares to avoid us.

From here, Silva and I had about a fifteen minute walk to where I lived.

"That lady was intense."

"I'm worried about what's going to happen when you see her at HQ."

"Doubt she'll have the nerve to pull a gun on me there. Out of her arm."

"Are you going to get stuff like that on your body?"

"I don't know. I haven't ever gotten to see what exactly Runner's have access to."

"Don't lose yourself in it, okay? I want you to be more you than machine."

"I promise."

We talked casually while we walked the rest of the way. Then we arrived.

My home was rather modest. Two stories. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms. Cheap, but comfy furnishings. My father bought it when he cleared his first Vault. The majority of homes in this neighborhood were built of a special concrete mix and rebar. The rebar frame was was sturdy on its own, but the concrete had a substance engineered with Vault tech which would reduce the shock from seismic activity and made it almost entirely immune to erosion. My mom wanted it painted when she moved in since she thought the concrete color was ugly. Now it's a color like sand in the desert. I like it.

"You sure you don't want to stay over tonight? The guest room is still prepared from the last time you stayed over."

"I don't want to get Auntie Del in trouble with my mom. I really should go home."

"Stay for dinner?"

"I could eat."

Silva wheeled me up to the door of my house.

I can't wait to give mom the news.

#horrror #scifi #thriller #novel #webnovel #original fiction #original story #original characters #original work #putting myself out there #reblogs are appreciated #minors dni

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kcthefirebreathing-bitchqueen · 1 year

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Sweet like honey

Pt. 1

Contains-

Best friends to lovers, lap sitting, mentions of weed and alcohol, ronance making out, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, nicknames (pretty girl, pretty baby, good girl etc), NO use of y/n, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism kinda, there’s def more it’s kinda filthy

Long build up so if you’re just here for the smut

Minors DNI or I’ll scream so loud

Idk the word count but she’s a long one

"Okay, Munson, truth or dare" Dustin asked as he steered the game of truth or dare back on to track from a tangent we had gone on after a particularly spicy confession from Lucas. You looked around at in the little get together you and your friends were having in Eddie's trailer as his uncle is staying overnight at his elderly aunt's house. The air in the living room held a pungent odor of marijuana and alcohol. That, combined with the THC swimming in your system, created a heady environment that felt good after a stressful week.

"Gonna have to go with truth today." he replied as he wiggled his eyebrows with a big, silly grin on his face.

You felt a warm tug low in your tummy for your best friend as you watched him await his question from Dustin.

Eddie was your best friend in this world, has been since middle school when he was the only one who didn’t make fun of you for your more metal taste in music. You two have spent the last 8 years listening to his records spin around on the crosley in the corner while sitting around talking about anything and everything. Eddie is the one who showed you the blessing to this earth that is weed. You'd spend weekend nights at his trailer at least twice a month to smoke a joint and watch a movie and eat greasy shit together. You'd called them your "R&R nights." Occasionally you would find him between classes on a friday or show up to his trailer unannounced after a bad day asking for an R&R night. You have a connection with Eddie stronger than with anyone else, and it was completely platonic for you.. in the sense that you knew he didn’t want anything despite that one night years ago. So a few years of masochism later, there you were. Pretending not to be in love with your best friend.

"Have you ever fantasized about someone in this group when going solo?" he added a suggestive tone to the last two words to communicate what exactly he meant by that.

After muttering something like "fucking hate you dustin" Eddie says "why yes dustin i suppose I have" through gritted teeth communicating without words that Dustin was well aware of that bit of information before asking this question.

I observe the cool satisfactory grin painted on Dustin’s face before taking inventory of the people that are currently present. Options, for who Eddie could have thought of while he touched himself.

Currently its Dustin, Robin, Nancy, Max, Lucas, and a few of our buddies from Hellfire.

Your brain tries to wrestle with the truth you can feel bubbling in your gut. You had kept your brewing feelings for him underwraps to the max in fear of scaring him off. Is it possible that he had been doing the same thing this whole time?

Well its not Dustin, Max, or Lucas because they were too young, you know Eddie and know he is not into any of our club members like that, it wouldn't be Nancy as she is with Jonathan and Robin is a lesbian so that just leaves you. That truth settles like a weight in your gut.

Your mind wanders to imagining him with his hand down his boxers gripping his cock and thinking of you while he did it, maybe even groaning out your name in pleasure. Then he’d cum all over his fist, and you’ve never been more jealous of an imagined fist.

God, you'd love to hear him say your name while you bring him pleasure with your mouth and throat by licking and sucking and pumping him until he shoots all over your face with his head thrown back and groaning and- then he’d swipe off a bead of cum with his thumb before-

Eddie dragged you out of your head as he lightly patted your cheek and said quietly in your ear, "Helloooo, earth to Honey," your nickname he had given you in 8th grade when he suggested the boys all flocked to you like flies to honey. It stuck and might as well be your name to the people of Hawkins. Which is a funny nickname for someone like me seeing as, aside from going to the homecoming dance in 9th grade with Troy Goldberg, you had never had a romantic connection with a guy in your 19.5 years on this earth.

"What?? Who??" demanded Lucas, slightly sitting up from where he lounged in the couch, arm around Max.

"Hey," Eddie says as he shoots his hands up as if to physically block the question. "I only signed up for one question per round."

"Fair enough” said Lucas with an expression that said ‘We’re not done here.’

"Anywayyy, Wheeler, truth or dare?" Eds says as he turns to face Nancy from his spot next to you on the couch. Since Eddie's admission, you had become hyper aware of every point of contact you made from being shoved next to one another as you favored being connected to him over sitting in Nancy's lap no matter how cute you found her. You and Eddie were just close in that way that physical touch wasn't weird between the two of you.

The outside of your thighs were solidly connected and you felt the defined muscle of his quadricep as it contracted against yours with his movement. This would have normally been fine and not enough to get to her but tonight you were wearing a skirt that showed off your thighs deliciously and so the touch of his leg there was made even more potent in its dizzying effect.

Each movement against her had her skin blazing and shot tendrils of warmth to your core, need for him building with each pang of arousal. So bad in fact, that you felt the need to keep your legs crossed in search of any sort of release by giving yourself the slightest amount of relief from your aching core.

God if he could do this to you by doing nothing sexual in the slightest you couldn't even imagine what it would be like to actually go there with him. The pleasurable shudder you felt at the image shook you out of your thoughts as she replied "dare".

Apparently Steve and Robin had arrived while I was focused on the Eddie-induced rise in my internal temp. They sat on the floor infront of Nancy while Robin rolled a joint to share with her best friend.

"I dare you, Nancy Wheeler, to kiss Robin Buckley on the lips-with or without tongue, thats a personal choice- right here and now."

Nancy and Robin's cheeks got rosy and they looked at him then one another with wide eyes, clearly flustered by that dare.

"Is that okay with you?" Nancy mutters to Robin, her voice soft giving her the chance to back out if thats what she wants.

Robin responds with an almost imperceptable nod before raising her eyebrows seeking Nancy's answer to the question to which she responds by nodding in kind.

Nancy then sinks to her knees infront of Robin before placing her hands on her face and giving her a tender kiss that they hold for a considerable amount of time before beginning to move their lips against one anothers' in a way that made me feel like I was on a rollercoaster.

‘God’ you thought to yourself, ‘I get so horny when I smoke.’ Or perhaps it was just the intoxicating affects of Eddie Munson and not THC.

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Eddie knew he needed to get himself out of the hotseat after that last question. He needed time to gather a response to when he was inevitably asked in a future round exactly who he meant. He could avoid that by only choosing dare, but some fucked up part of him wants you to squirm when you hear your own name on his tongue in answer.

You had no clue what you were doing to him in your hellfire tee shirt that was cropped to just between your, in his opinion, perfect tits. He was pretty certain you weren't wearing a bra, judging by the way your tits perked up in a way they usually didn't. And the skirt. Dear Jesus the skirt. The skirt that drove him to the brink of insanity, among other things, every time you wore it. So many times had he wrapped his hand around himself while thinking of being given the priviledge to see whats underneath.

The two girls seem to be making out indefinitley and Steve at some point makes a move to sit on the couch in Nancy's spot but Steve was a lot larger so when he went to sit next to you, you tried to discreetly shimmy further into his lap but Eddie had other plans.

All of a sudden Eddie's hands were on your hips moving you like a bag of feathers (impressive) onto his lap with your back to his chest under the guise of making room for your friend.

He sat your soaked, thong-covered slit directly on his hard cock, it sat nestled between your lips in a delicious way that set the tip of his cock at your clit and his wide shaft at your entrance. The friction of your pussy on his cock made it twitch against you which sent a pleasurable shiver up your spine. And you looked at him, stunned as all he did was grip your hip so possessively that you were positive his fingers and rings would leave bruises. Good.

"Okay, okay we get it, you have a lot of sexual tension" Steve shouted down at the girls as he laughed over the sight of them so hungry for each other. "Get a room for Christ's sake".

You and Eddie made eye contact briefly, panting.

The pair finally split and looked at each other with a stunned but pleasantly surprised look. Nancy had to shake her head before she could continue the game. "Honey, truth or dare"

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You blushed under the way everyone's attention slid to you in the moments following Nancy's question. "truth"

Eddie may have been your absolute best friend, but Nancy was your closest female friendship and you cherished your bond in a way you have never before felt. But you knew you weren't going to feel any warm fuzzies for your bestie-girl when she asks you this question.

"Do you, Honey, fantasize about one of your best friends in the world"

Your heart dropped. You and everyone else in the room knew who she was referring to and knew that this wasn't a question but an outing, a secret sharing. Though you couldn't be too mad at her because thats what you sign up for when you play truth or dare.

"um... yes, I do" you said in a voice just above a whisper, embarassed to be sitting on his lap. Though after he ground into you, clearly knowing it was about him.

Your friends look back and forth at the two of you with knowing eyes before you quickly moved the game along and away from this topic of conversation.

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Holy. Shit. Okay so maybe Eddie had had a sex dream or ten about Honey and she fantasized, no CURRENTLY fantasizes about him? Like of all things she could get off to she chose HIM?

If he wasn’t hard before he certainly was now.

He tried to keep his thoughts regarding you platonic because thats what you want. But try as he might, he just could not keep you out of his sexual fantasies. He mostly dreamed of what you would feel like around him and wondering how you would sound when you came around his cock. It was easy to compartmentalize these feelings because he knew that despite their occasional weed-induced make outs, he was firmly in the friend zone. But now?

Now he knew you wanted it too, and he was not in the business of withholding things you desired from you.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Two hours had passed and the get together had dwindled down to just Steve, Robin, Nancy, you, and Eddie remaining. The tension between you and Eddie had only grown in the more intimate setting and The questions got more and more inappropriate and vulnerable as the night went on and by the end you had revealed to these people things you had never even spoken aloud before.

Steve was going to be poking fun at you for your degradation and praise kink (which made Eddie's cock even harder than before which he had thought wasn't possible) for the rest of your life but hey at least you found out that Eddie preferred girls with your color hair and eyes.

Only when Robin kept falling asleep on Nancy's shoulder did the duo plus Steve leave for the night. The trailer's storm door slammed shut, leaving a ring in your ears that was prolonged by the tension that had come to a head. Because you and Eddie were now alone, breathing heavy and not moving an inch.

Ever so slowly, Eddie began tracing feather light circles on the skin between your skirt and crop top, drawing a sharp inhale out of you before you started wiggling on his lap earning a groan from his lips. Eddie then leaned forward taking a sniff of your hair before groaning once more and moving your hair to the opposite side of your neck to give himself access to rub his nose and lips there as he gave small thrusts to the outside of your clothed pussy. Enough to keep you from going completely feral on his cock but not enough to satisfy either.

Eddie couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming right now, he felt like he had just won the lottery for $47,000,000, hell he didnt know if he'd trade this oppurtunity for that amount.

As soon as Eddie pushed a little harder, you cried out and immediately he groaned and his teeth found the junction of your neck and shoulder. Immediately he was sucking on and kissing your neck with a foreign fervor that pulled a moan from your throat that had his hand begin to touch your sides and run his hands over the skin of your abdomen.

Both of you kept stealing little bits of the other, pushing this past the threshold of 'things you can just not acknowledge in the morning. You sensed that you were approaching a cross roads. Realizing you had to decide if you want to go there with Eddie. Either way you walk out of this, your friendship is forever changed- so why not change it for the better.

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He wanted to commit this moment to memory, something in his gut told him this held the potential to be the best night of his life. If he played his cards right. But where there was potential for greatness, there was also potential for massive fallout.

"Are you sure about this, Honey?" He gritted out into your ear as his hand the swell of your breast, sweeping under her shirt and around her bare tit. Squeezing it and finding her hard nipple to pinch and swirl around, drawing a cry from your lips as you nodded your head.

He slapped your clit, bringing you a pang of pleasurable pain that made you cry out. "Words, baby, I need to hear your pretty little voice"

"F-fuck, Eddie, yes, I've wanted this for so long Eds" you said in a pathetic little voice that almost made him come upon hearing it say his name. You were both breathing like you had run a mile, you arched your back, placing more pressure on your joining.

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"I've been dreaming of touching you like this since winter of sophomore year, when we were both single and we had that night on your couch- you know the one." He said as he trailed his hands down your thighs, before they found their way up.

After a pretty nasty winter storm hit Hawkins your sophomore year of high school, you, Eddie, and a few of your friends had spent the day riding down dangerously steep hills on your trashcan lids and having random snowball fights breakout. It was around 7 pm that all of you had decided to retire to your house as your house was the closest and your parents had been gone for that whole week because of business.

You had sacrificed your room and your guest room to your friends while you and Eddie were staying downstairs. You were opening the pullout for the both of you to share when you noticed that he was setting himself up on the floor. "uh-uh Munson, no way youre taking the floor. Put your shit on the bed." You said, playing the "good host" even though all she wanted to do was share a bed with him and see his face when she came back from her room in his tee shirt and a pair of white cotton panties that fit your curves and showed off your ass while still looking pure at the same time.

"Fine, since I know its not worth arguing over." He said as he threw his large pillow that he kept by the pull out as he had spent many nights there over the years.

"Good boy," he rasied an eyebrow at that "i'll be right back I'm just going to change."

He nodded as you turned away to find your bedroom and your scandelous sleep wear.

By the time you had returned to the pull out couch, Eddie had slipped into a twilight sleep, that was easily disrupted by the shift of the mattress under his body. He turned to face you as you climbed in the bed wearing one of his shirts and a pair of little white panties with a bow on the front. A present wrapped and adorned with a bow. A present that had not been gifted to him, and he would forever envy the future recipient.

You moved your body so that your panty clad ass was about 8 inches away from where his cock sat stiff with a pre-cum stain on his boxers.

"Night Eds, Love ya" you said over your shoulder as you cuddled yourself in to your blanket before bringing a knee up, giving him a perfect view of your cloth covered pussy, with a wet spot streaking up from your entrance to your sweet little bud.

Eddie bit back a groan and managed out "night, Honey. Love you a million"

You both soon dozed off, but Eddie was awoken a few hours later. On his stomach with his arms around you and his thigh between your legs. He was shocked at the positioning, yes. But what shocked him even more was the way that you were grinding your sensitive bud over the strong muscles of his thigh as you breathlessly, sleepily exhale things like "Fuck, mmm, just like that, Uh" "God don't fucking stop I'm gonna cum" but what really got him was when he wrapped his arms around you in support and want to hold you in this moment. But as he did, you gripped him back, eyes opening as you cried "Oh fuck Eddie"

As it became clear that you were conscious and consenting he gripped his length through his boxers as he give your pussy as much friction as possible. "Go ahead and cum on my thigh, honey, use it to make your self feel good." you ground down harder at his words he said into your ear with a gritty voice "Fuck, thats my good girl."

Your thighs gripped him tighter at his words and he could have sworn that you came at the new nickname alone. And Jesus fuck did that thought not shove him off the cliff of his orgasm as he emptied into his hand. Immediately, you were asleep and Eddie just say there, thigh soaked in your pussy juices (soaking pussy still attached), and a hand covered in his own cum.

There was no chance he had the willpower to pull your pussy off of him so he just reached for his dirty T shirt on the floor and wiped his hand off.

You woke in the morning to Eddie Munson peacefully snoring next to you. Had you dreamt the events of last night? From waking from a wet dream about your best friend to cumming on his thigh?

But when he woke and didn't acknowledge it so neither did you. And that was that.

You blushed at the memory and the fact that that night had changed everything for him too.

His hands moving up your torso shook you from your thoughts as you got lost in the way his ring-clad hands felt on your back. Up and up they crept up just like your pulse in your ears, the fog cloud of marijuana made the environment that much headier as his middle finger gently rubbed the outer seam of your panties.

"Making you writhe against my grip, wanting more. And, if im not mistaken," he said gently as the pad of his middle finger found the middle of the embarrasingly large wet spot on your panties. He pressed down on your clothed pussy before pulling his finger back toward her belly. "I am the one who gets the pleasure of, fuck, of being the first to touch you like this. Am I not?" His finger rolling over her apex pulling a low gasp from your lips, almost in surprise bet certainly a pleasurable way also. He continued going up and down over your clit, drawing out moans from your chest.

"Yes, yes Eddie you are I've been wanting you to for so long, had dreams 'bout it-AH" You screamed out as he brought the pad of his middle and ring finger down onto your mound and swirled it around. He was relentless in his motions, drawing out loud whining moans from your mouth as your thighs started to shake with the pressure building between your legs. "Fuck, 'm gonna cum Eds, 'm so fucking close"

His cock twitched under your ass at the pure desperation in your voice. He rutted into you as he continued his ministrations on your clit and growled into your ear "Oh my girl is sensitive, I've barely even touched you. Go ahead, be a good girl and cum for daddy” His words lit a fire in you that would only be extinguished by more of him.

He attached his lips to your sweet spot on your neck and sucked. Hard. The anticipation you felt was akin to getting to the top of a rollercoaster, waiting for it to drop. The heat building in your lower abdomen exploded like a firework in the night sky. Screaming and bucking your hips against his fingers you came with a cry before going completely limp in his lap.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl” he said gently as he stroked you, coaxing you through your high.

As soon as your breathing had calmed you were on your knees between his thighs kissing his Jean clad legs moving ever closer to his core. “Need to taste you, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long”

“Fuck, honey, you’re killing me” Eddie groaned out as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek in his hand.

You felt his thighs flex as you skimmed your hands slowly up his leg, reveling in the shallow breaths you pulled from him. Slowly you undid the zipper and he (eagerly) helped pull his pants and boxers down letting his cock spring free.

You stared at it in awe and appreciation, it was perfect. Utterly perfect, and it made your mouth water.

You started with a few kisses to his abdomen around the base of his cock while you lightly stroked your fingertips along his shaft before pulling it into your hand.

You gave it an experimental pump before licking the pre cum from his weeping slit, causing him to take a hissing breath.

The sound only spurred you on more and you gained the confidence to slip the whole head in your mouth causing Eddie to audibly moan.

Setting a pace of head bobs, you followed his noises and grunts trying to give him the best experience possible even though this was your first time. You gripped his shaft and pumped it with your mouth, hoping it wasn’t overwhelming him.

“Fuck, Honey, just like that- fuck. I knew that pretty little mouth of yours would feel so fucking good.” Eddie said as he bucked his hips into your mouth looking for the bottom of the pleasure well and it just seems impossibly deep.

Eddie swam in it as the heady rush and his tightening pelvic region signaled his nearing release. “Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

You responded by only taking him deeper in your mouth and and peering up at him with wide, determined eyes causing him to spill in your mouth with a shudder.

“Jesus, Honey, I thought you said you’ve never done that. “

“I haven’t Eds, that was my first time, honest.”

He pulled you off your knees and up in to his arms and carried you in the direction of the bedroom that had been a setting to many of her sexual fantasies over the last few years. And it was finally happening.

He sat you on the foot of the bed, never breaking the heated kisses as he leaned forward, forcing you to lay your torso down on the bed as he left kisses down your neck. His ring clad hands ghosted their way up the sides of your torso, gathering your hellfire shirt under your armpits and encouraging you to remove it.

As you sat up to remove the garment, he began removing his own shirt.

"You sure about this, Honey? You say the word and we stop"

Looking at his bare, tattoos torso you couldn't think of any reason you would want him to stop. "No, please don't stop. I need you so bad." you all but whined, a sound that went straight to Eddie's cock.

"I am so glad we are on the same page. Because if I go another minute without my face under this slutty little skirt of yours, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind." His hands now raised your legs over his shoulders then they found their way up your body before groping your tits with both hands. He was simultaneously making his way down your thighs with his lips and tongue, occasionally pausing to suck and lick at a spot until it turned purple.

He tweaked your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling a breathy moan from your lips.

His mouth ghosted over your core as he exhaled hot breath into your sensitive flesh, making your pulse jump. His eyes locked with yours as he slid the tip of his tongue from the back of your entrance up to circle your clit before sucking it into his mouth, sucking on your bud like it was an extra thick milkshake. Each time he pulled it back in his mouth, white hot pleasure shot down your legs and up your body that had you moaning into your hand.

Eddie was evidently having none of that as he pulled your hand from your mouth saying “Wayne is out all night, it’s just us Honey. Let me hear how I’m making you feel”

And if that wasn’t enough to make you lose your mind, he lightly grazed his bottom teeth on the underside of your clit each time he sucked you into his mouth. You obeyed his order and let your moans fly as you bucked your hips into his mouth searching for more. The pleasure kept building and building and the tell-tale pit in your belly formed signaling your imminent release.

Clit popping out of his mouth, he said “Eyes on me pretty baby” before diving right back in.

His hands left your body and he was doing something under his chest and immediately you knew what he was doing.

“No, don’t take off your rings!” You said way too quickly to be casual.

With a smirk, Eddie grumbled something that sounded like “my naughty girl” against your thigh before he slammed his ring-clad index and middle finger in to the hilt. He pumped in and out a few times before pausing to flutter his fingers against that oh-so-sweet spit before attaching his lips to your sensitive clit again.

Following his earlier instruction, you let the pornographic moans fly from your mouth and your finger tighten around Eddie’s curls. “Oh my fuck- Eddie” you cried “‘M gonna fucking cum”

“My pretty little slut gonna cum for me? Huh?”

Then the hand not occupied by your pussy came around and slapped your chest before tweaking the nipple. It was all too much, finally the band snapped and you were shouting nonsense while bucking your hips and squirting all over his face and hand.

Embarrassment washing over you like a cold bucket of water “oh my god I’m SO sorry Eds. Holy shit, let me get you a towel.” You said as you tried to get up.

But again, Eddie had other plans as his hands pressed your hips firmly into the mattress. “Don’t you dare apologize for the hottest thing I have every experienced in my life.”

“What? Are you serious, that’s normal?”

“Let’s me know I’m pleasing my girl right” he says throwing you a wink. There’s that word again. “We don’t have to go any further than that tonight if you don’t want to, but I would really like to treat you to dinner sometime soon. I-if that’s okay with you, of course”

Gone was the metal, dominant sex god and back was your Eds. Silly, goofy, and entirely unsure of himself. The air was lighter after you’d both reached your peaks and your friendship hadn’t spontaneously combusted.

“I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask. Absolutely.” you said as you looked at each other with a softness that was distinctly non-sexual. “But that said, I need your cock now or I think I might die”

He scoffed and grabbed a condom from his night table as you got ready by scooting toward the head board.

He returned with condom engaged and settled between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance. He looked at you with hooded eyes filled with adoration and lust “Hi” he said while his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips.

Mouths inches apart, you closed the gap with a sweet yet urgent kiss. “Hi” you said after pulling back.

“You sure about this honey? You want it to be me?”

You looked him dead in the eyes and said “I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else. I’ve thought about this so many times Eddie, you don’t even understand.”

Pt. 2 coming soon

#eddie munson friends to lovers #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 fanfic #eddie st4

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The Rescue (Update)

Punching and clawing at Haechan, the two hellhounds that tormented him only laughed at his pain. His misery.

"Had enough, Hyuckie?" The shorter one asked, another punch being thrown to Haechan's face who only groaned in pain.

"Fuck...you..." Haechan coughed up blood as the other hellhound held him up by the arms behind him.

A deep laugh came from the hellhound who held him up like their punching bag. "We can do that too. Not like you haven't had your fun up there." He throws Haechan's limp body to the shorter hound. Catching him and swiftly turning him around for the other one to start his round of fun on him.

Breaking one of his ribs with a strong right hand, Haechan yells in pain. The crack of it ringing in his ears as a punch was followed to his eye, the bone below it also breaking.

"Did you really think, you could come back here without a soul? Without a body for Hades to torment?"

"Baekhyun, Wonho. Stop it." Chanyeol, the first reborn hellhound of Hades says from his seat in a corner of the cell. "Leave the poor kid alone."

A scoff comes the other side of the cell where all five hounds where. "Why stop them? He was the one to escape here without helping us." An Australian accent said. "Him and Renjun never looked back to help us. All of the others also escaped and are up there having a blast and living their life while we rot here with Hades."

Chanyeol sighed as the chains that were wrapped around his ankles rattled with his movements. Baekhyun who held Haechan up, threw him to the side. A grunt coming from him as he cradled his side. "Let's not forget that Hyuck and some of the others have still come to see how we are doing from time to time."

It was Wonho's turn to scoff. His arms folding over his broad muscled chest, he turned to glare at the eldest as he spoke. "Yeah, we won't forget that, but let's also not forget that Kai and Lucas fucked us over too."

"Those bastards were our downfall to this fucking cell after they ratted us out to one of the demons." Baekhyun snarled.

Voices were beginning to be heard from a distance. Sarcastic and threatening words being thrown around as all the hounds from the cell turned to look.

"I swear I will fucking drown you in the boiling stream of blood if you keep asking us if we are there yet every fucking second we pass something." Kai snapped at Johnny, as all nine hounds had traveled through the underworld to rescue Haechan.

Kai leading the pack with Taeyong as Johnny, Ten, Hanbin, Jaehyun, Lucas, Jeno and Jaemin followed behind them in their hellhound forms.

"Yo, I'm just asking. It feels like an eternity in here since the last time Ten brought Jaehyun and I to train." Johnny says from behind him. Ten only nods as he kept his eyes wondering around the dark cave like path they were on. "Are we there yet, tho?" Johnny asked again after three minutes.

Kai could only roll his eyes, his claws only digging into his palms as he clenched them tightly.

Upon arriving to the holding cell that Hades had created for whenever one of them went out of line and tried to escape. They see four pairs of glowing red orange-ish eyes staring right back at them. A body laid limp on the floor as it didn't move at all.

"Shit. Did they kill Hyuck already?" Jeno asked from behind the group. His eyes widening once he saw some blood pooling from the body.

They all approached the cell with caution. Loud growls and snarls coming from three of the hounds inside it.

"You son of a bitch!" Baekhyun growled trying to claw at Kai who stood a distance from the cell, a grin taking over Kai's lips. "Open this fucking cell so I can rip your throat out with my teeth!"

"You would like that, wouldn't you hyung?" Kai laughed in the face of the angry smaller hellhound. Only provoking him more.

"We only came to get Haechan." Taeyong spoke up calmly, the key to the cell in his hand while he gave each hound inside the cell a look.

"No." Bang Chan growled from his corner. "You open that door and you take all of us with you or we will kill him in front of you."

Giving the hound with a scar down his eye, Taeyong contemplated on what to do. Risk the world with three psychotic hellhounds, or risk losing one of his own. "What about you?" He asks looking to Chanyeol, who laid on a stone bed. "What's your ultimatum, hyung?"

The tallest of the hellhounds and first reborn lifted his head and gave them a shrug of his shoulders. "I have none. I have already tried to escape here for millions of centuries."

"But this time you can actually be free." Jaehyun piped up from behind Ten and Hanbin.

"We took care of Hades." Lucas says in his deep voice. "We gave him a deal he couldn't resist."

With those words, Chanyeol stood up. His bones popping and cracking as he stretched. The hounds outside of the cell only taking in his height in awe as some had only known of him by stories told from Kai and Taeyong.

"What deal did you make with him?" Chanyeol asked while walking to pick up a badly injured Haechan. His torso completely clawed at, his back the same treatment, his face swelled up from the punches of Baekhyun and Wonho. Not to mention how they took turn digging their claws into his stomach that looked like he had gotten stabbed.

Taeyong goes to place the skeleton key in the keyhole, opening up the cell as Baekhyun and Wonho stood in defensive mode still. "We will tell you once we all leave this shit hole." Kai said.

Once Taeyong and Hanbin helped with taking off their chains and the collars that Hades made them wear. Making sure that Baekhyun, Wonho and Bang Chan wouldn't hurt the others, especially Kai and Lucas. They all walked with them through the burning hell that they called home, sadly. Chanyeol carried an unconscious Haechan from being tortured. He glanced down at him in his arms, watching him start to heal with his help.

"So, what deal did you make with Hades?" Bang Chan asked from besides Jaemin and Jeno.

Kai glanced to Lucas who was beside him. A sinister smirk shared between them as the others stayed silent with fear.

"We gave him Theseus' and Perseus' descendants." Kai answered with a wicked grin.

Chanyeol snapped his head to look over at the cocky hound as they all finally stepped out of the underworld. His face showing no emotion as he knew that they had just caused a new war to happen with the Greek Gods.

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Admin: This was a lot...

Haechan will be in his home resting.

Beware of the new Hell Hounds.

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#update #the rescue

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Ask and Thou Shall Be Roasted:

@howl-fantasies

Maggie’s POV:

I got pulled into another one of those useless meetings with Oswald. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed our one on one time, but I wasn’t a criminal, so I didn’t really see the point of me being here. I rolled my eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time at one of his outbursts. I was stood beside him on his thrown, looking out into the crowd of scared lowlifes shaking in the boots. I had to admit it felt quite powerful.

From across the room I locked eyes with Y/N, who as usual, wasn’t paying attention in the slightest. I sneakily whipped out my phone and brought up our chat.

Mags:

Not paying attention are we?

“Mom”:

It appears the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Dearest.

Mags:

Not fair, at least I don’t actually have to be here. This is a courtesy for me, you’re missing out on serious business

She raised her brow at me from across the room.

“Mom”:

Ahh yes, because this tantrum is so vital to my career.

I had to stifle a laugh as I sent my next message and gauged the assassins reaction. I didn’t want to get caught.

Mags:

I smiled on triumph as I saw here serious facade crumble for just a moment. Almost unnoticeable to the untrained eye.

“Mom”:

In a bullying mood today I see? 🤨

Mags:

Always 😈

“Mom”:

Well I’d certainly love to launch him into a wall.

Mags:

How original? The assassin has a thrust for blood.

“Mom”:

And other things 😏

Mags:

You’re disgusting.

“Mom”:

Mags:

More like he needs free therapy… I’m not volunteering 😂

“Mom”:

Nothing fixes my moon quicker, more then putting the fear of god into this man.

Mags:

Ahhh I see, you like your girlfriend to be, hairless, submissive and breedable…

This her?

What I wasn’t expecting was for Y/N to choke on her drink. All eyes in the room shifted to her and she cleared her throat. Oswald looked at her expectedly.

“Sorry boss”

He gave a a confused look, and went on with the meeting. Not before greeting me with a smile, which I quickly returned:

“Mom”:

I’m going to kill you 👀

Mags:

I think many people in this room would object. Have fun with that though. ☺️👍

I quickly made my way through my contacts and pulled up Vic’s number.

Small Child:

Come get your girl, she needs to be tamed.

Baldie 🚫💇:

What can I say, she’s a feral woman?

Small Child:

She’s beauty… she’s Grace… she’ll sit on your face 😍

I watched as Vic squirmed across the room, trying to focus in back on the meeting. But his actions didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N who glared at him from across the room.

“Family” Chat:

Mother:

Are the two of you texting when you should be paying attention? Do you need to be punished?

Baby girl:

Punish me Mommy, for I have sinned. 🧎‍♀️

Daddio:

Yes, punish us my love 👀

Mother:

I hate both of you.

Baby Girl:

Not what Ozzy’s chauffeur said when I asked him why he was scrubbing the backseat this morning 🤨

Can confirm. You only hate me.

Daddio:

Awww, she doesn’t hate you, you’re her favourite pet. 🐰

Baby Girl:

Gee thanks, I feel so loved.

Oh shit, Oswald’s wearing his angry face, I think we’ve been caught.

Mother:

Which one?

Daddio:

His “I’ll kill you with a baseball bat face?”

Baby Girl:

No, that’s definitely the look you’re receiving for sure. He’s looking at me more like-

Mother:

How are you so quick with these?

Baby Girl:

What can I say, it’s my hidden talent. I should go, before he throws his cane at Vic’s face. Catch you on the flip side losers, enjoy your capital punishment 😈

Daddio:

🖕

Mother:

😒

I slide my phone back into my pocket. Oswald looked up at me expectedly after the meeting was over.

“Sorry Oz, your goons were distracting me.”

He gently placed a hand on my shoulder, not once questioning my fib.

“Of course they were, those idiots, always trying to corrupt you.”

“I know, it’s awful.”

Thankfully he couldn’t hear the sarcasm behind my tone. Vic and Y/N would be bored without me honestly. Gotta spice up their lives somehow, you know besides the arson, mass murder, armed robberies and hundreds of accounts of aggravated assault. I watched as he shifted his glare to the two killers chatting across the room. As he stalked his way over I sent one last text to the group chat.

Baby girl:

Run. 👁👄👁

An: omg this was so much fun to write. I missed the sillier storylines for this group! God I love their dynamic so much. I gotta learn how to make my own memes so I can make them personal next time 😈

#gotham #gotham oc #magnolia blossom #maggie #gotham imagine #victor zsasz #y/n Zsasz #text meme #Gotham meme

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Blood Red : Chapter 7

American Culture

TW: mentions of blood

Hell's Kitchen : 2016

Aleksandra's POV

It's dark, there's a bag over my head, my hands are cuffed behind my back and there's a chain around my ankles. It's kinda sad that I'm so used to it that I'm not even phased at this point. Dreykov is so predictable at this point I don't really care.

Dreykov, why does that sound so funny right now, as if it's supposed to make sense yet it doesn't?

That was until I started to hear a squeaking sound that only belonged to a facet being turned on. Dreykov didn't plan on just having me beaten to get used to the pain, no, this is something more sinister. My heart started beating faster as I felt someone approach me from behind.

"Почему ты все еще извиваешься, девочка?" (Why are you still squirming girl?) At once I was being dragged by my braid closer to the sound of the running water. My palms started sweating and my heart was beating so fast it was going to leap out of my chest. I was thrown into a tub where the water was already up to my chest sitting up. "Это научит вас молчать." (This will teach you to keep silent.)

Just then my head was pushed down-

Fuck, not again.

I woke up in a sweat, gasping for air and trying to catch my breath. My head is fuzzy and my heartbeat is pounding in my ears. My senses are so clogged that the buzzing of my phone is very faint. I rub my eyes and check the number. Damnit, of course, it's fucking Wesley. I let out a loud, long groan before answering. "What?"

"I'm not really in the mood for formalities this morning, our employer would like to see you."

"Our employer? We both know his name."

"And we both know not to say it. Not even on the phone." His tone was suddenly sharp and had an angry undertone.

"Okay fine, why are you calling me at," I cut myself off and look at the clock on my wall, "7 in the morning? Remember I had business last night that ran a bit late."

"I thought you widows could run on no sleep for days?' Fuck, I can't stand his tone. It's like he thinks he knows more than me about everything.

"Is the meeting with our employer all you need from me or do you plan on keeping up this amazingly friendly small talk?"

"Be at his apartment by 9:00, from there you'll drive to the meeting location."

And with that, he hung up.

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I arrive at Fisk's apartment at 8:45. The lady at the front desk smiles and nods at me as I walk in and without saying anything, I get on the elevator and go up to Fisk's level. I look at myself in the reflection of the elevator to make sure my appearance is perfect for when I see him. I want him to only think highly of me, the perfect assassin. I could say I accomplished that as I stared at my reflection, not a hair was out of place. Dreykov would be proud.

Mr. Fisk. I work for Fisk now. Shit.

Shaking off that last thought I tilt my chin up and put my shoulders back as the doors open. I take two steps out of the elevator and wait for verbal confirmation that I can step further into his apartment.

"Miss Nikitana, please come in." His voice is always so rough and smooth at the same time. Somehow it made you both tense and calm. Even though the sound of his voice was contradicting, he always seemed confident.

I walk into his apartment and look around. Something has changed about it. The air seems fresher and less stale and there isn't much of a breeze anymore. It is also t seems newer. As I look around I notice that Mr. Fisk isn't in the kitchen or the living room so I take it upon myself to sit down on the sofa facing the main area of the apartment, avoiding having my back towards him. I wait patiently, still wondering about the exact location of where he is in the apartment. I hear his footsteps approach and I stand instantly, hands directly at my side. He's dressed in an all-black suit, it's the same thing he always wears.

"Lovely to see you again Aleksandra. I heard that last night was a success. Congratulations." Although he was saying kind things to me, his voice never changed its tone. No matter the situation his voice was always consistent like the words were meaningless. It was very direct and to the point, I can appreciate that. Frills are useless.

"Thank you, Mr. Fisk, it was nice to be back in the field again." I nod and only allow a soft smile to show for a second. I want him to know I appreciate the kind words, but I am afraid of him thinking I'm weak. If he doesn't see a use for me, I'm done.

Fisk again nods and clears his throat. "I have a small assignment for you today. Not killing, but I need you to gather information on a few people for me."

"Of course sir, may I ask who."

"You'll find out soon enough, we are going to meet Wesley who can brief you on the complete situation."

I nod and watch him as he presses the down button next to the elevator. The doors open right away and Mr. Fisk walks in as I follow exactly five paces behind him. In my head, I kept repeating "perfection only" the whole ride down. I only have one kill under my belt, if I want Mr. Fisk to know I'm valuable to him I need to cross off at least fifty more names off that list then maybe I might be able to wear my hair a little bit looser. For now, my braids will continue to pull my scalp.

• • • • • •

The car ride was also dead silent, not that I minded. What were we supposed to talk about? Even if I could think of something it wouldn't matter; I'm his employee, and I don't speak unless spoken to.

As the car pulls over to park, Mr. Fisk decides to break the silence. "Wesley should be finishing up his meeting now. I only want to give you the information when we have all of it in one place. There is no point in giving you parts of it at random times." I look at him and nod, still confused about what my being here had to do with anything. I thought I was just going through the list he gave me.

My thoughts are interrupted by Wesley getting into the car next to my left and across from Mr. Fisk. "It's been taken care of sir." Is all he says as he shuts the door to the large, black SUV. As the door shuts all three SUVs move synchronized, always the same distance from each other. Wesley waits for Mr. Fisk's approval, like a kid to his father.

"Very well Wesley, why don't you tell Miss Nikitana why we are here today."

Wesley sits up and looks at me, clears his throat, and folds his hands. He never overlaps what he's doing, everything action is one at a time. "Last night one of our associates killed a man that we have been trying to get money from for a while now. Mr. Prohaszka has several shares holds with Union Allied and was buying more. We couldn't risk him buying us out. We tried negotiating but it's been a few months now and it wasn't going to happen any time soon. That's when we sent John Healy to intimidate him, that's all."

"You mean kill him, right?"

"Intimidate him, his organization, it's all the same." I let out a small chuckle, it was hard not to. I've heard the same shit before, except this time I wouldn't get in trouble for commenting something harmless about the topic. Wesley waits for me to refocus then continues. "Things got out of hand fast and Healy made the scene messier than it needed to be. Instead of looking like self-defense-"

"He turned it into a horror movie." I finish his sentence for him.

"Exactly." He tilts his chin up "Does that sound familiar?"

This mother fucker. "I have control when I need to."

Mr. Fisk interrupts "We need to get control of the situation before it gets too far out of hand. We hired some local attorneys to hopefully smooth this over before it becomes too much of an issue."

"Where do I come into this?"

"Excellent question Miss Nikitana." He clears his throat which queues Wesley to grab something out of his briefcase. Two folders, one thicker and one much thinner. Both combined didn't equal half the size of my folder from the day I met them. "The small folder is information about the crime. The larger one is about Mr. Healy's past crimes." I open the folders and skim through a bit. A few murders, drug use, and theft, but overall no major crimes. I pause reading as Mr. Fisk leans closer to me. "There are instructions inside the case folder on what we need you to do. You'll be paid for your time."

I nod another easy $1,000. "Of course sir."

And with that, Mr. Fisk sits back in his seat as we keep driving in silence to my apartment.

• • • • • •

I sometimes forget that American culture is different from what I grew up around. What is supposed to be normal teen girl clothes to Americans would be impossible to find in Russia. That didn't matter to me anyways, the Black Widow program only gave us what we needed for missions, sleep, and training. The style wasn't a concept to us.

I look down at my feet and smile a bit while looking at my shoes; white, high top, platform Chuck Taylor's. They were the first thing I bought for myself after the program was blown up. It was these and a pair of black combat boots. I've worn the boots almost every day but this is the first time I get to wear the Converse. I look up with the same thought from the other day ringing in my head; I made a choice.

My thoughts were interrupted when the taxi finally stops. According to the folder Mr. Fisk gave me, my first task was to retrieve a gun that would connect Healy to an illegal arms dealer named Turk Barrett. I've heard about him. He has the reputation for being cocky even though his guns are terrible. He buys cheap shit but marks the prices up so people think it's good shit. He works with Fisk a lot so we want any evidence of him at this crime scene gone.

The bowling alley is extremely annoying to me. I walk in and I am blasted with noise coming from everywhere. It wasn't just any noise, it was unnecessary noise. I pay attention to all of it trying to hear what I was looking for, the pinball machine.

When I finally spotted the pinball machine two boys are playing on it. They were either in late high school or early college. They both looked like douchebags. I walk over to them, hoping they won't bother me and this won't take longer than a few minutes.

I set a quarter on the machine hoping that it was all I needed to get their attention. "I got next."

"Yeah, yeah." The friend looks at me up and down then back to the machine.

This game is incredibly dumb if you ask me. You wack a ball around, that's it. The only reason people think it's fun is that they are told it's fun. That's how most things are, they only have value if you give them value.

After 10 minutes of ding ding ding, the guy finally loses. Oh no, however, will he move on? They move out of the way and I slide my quarter in and just pushed random buttons until I reached my hand under the table to grab the gun. No one even noticed. I slide it into the waistband of my jeans and covered it with my T-shirt.

I want to be proud of myself but it was the most mind-numbing task I've ever done. But I have to remember if Mr. Fisk wants me to do this then I do it.

• • • • • •

I finally arrive back to my apartment at 3:00 excited to finally eat today when I get a call from Mr. Fisk. I pick it up immediately.

"Hello, Sir."

"Did you retrieve what I asked you to?"

"Yes sir. I have it right here." I take the gun out of my jeans and put it on my kitchen island. It's a shitty gun, why does Fisk even work with this guy?

"Well done Miss."

He didn't even give me a chance to respond before he hung up the phone. My stomach growls as I check the time. Food then quick ballet practice before I go out. I need a way to decompress and take back a bit of control in my day and the only way I know how to decompress is to dance to Giselle by Adolphe Adam.

• • • • • •

My plans for tonight changed a bit after I practiced pointe. Mr. Fisk declared that there was a more urgent matter to take care of. A new arms dealer in town could wait a few extra hours, but Oscar Adams could not. Adams was a very low-level employee, heck wasn't even on Mr. Fisk's radar until someone else told him that Adams was a problem.

Long story short there is a trial for Healy and we need to make sure that he isn't proven guilty. Mr. Fisk had a lower-level employee get an even lower-level employee to find some dirt on one of the jury members to get her to sway on our side. It's honestly not that big of a deal, at least Healy is getting a trial. The KGB wouldn't have been that kind. Adams was stupid enough to let his moral conscience get the best of him and he told the woman to get excused from jury duty.

More than likely Adams will try to leave the city tonight before someone finds out what he did. Little does he know Mr. Fisk sees and hears everything that goes on in this city. The only way he'll be leaving Hell's Kitchen tonight is in a body bag.

• • • • • •

Oscar Adams is the biggest idiot I have ever seen. He is actually taking the time to pack up his things from his apartment. It almost brings a smile to my face just thinking about it. Although Adams' being an idiot brings a smile to my face, it gets even wider thinking about the fact that I don't have to control myself with him. I can create a bloody mess with him. Last night I didn't get to create such a show because I couldn't leave evidence but tonight, I get to do whatever I want as long as "it hurts so much he begs for death."

I watch him through his window for a couple more minutes evaluating his movements and hoping that he'll get to his car soon. His car is parked alone in a shitty alley, the perfect place to create a scene. I can make it look like he got mugged or jumped or something. It doesn't matter what the police think, as long as they don't know it's me.

I watch intently as Adams shoves a laptop into his backpack and grabs two duffle bags. He's ready to leave. I make my way down to his car and wait for him there. No one should be able to see me at night. I have my all-black suit on complete with dark gloves and a mask that covers my face. I'm a ghost, well more like a demon.

It isn't long until I hear footsteps approaching me, along with the sound of keys. For a man who is about to be killed, he doesn't have much hustle in his step. He drops his duffle bags on the ground as he opens the car door. How the hell does he not feel the presence of another person? Fuck, Fisk's lower-level employees are so dull. I decide to speed this process up by tapping on his shoulder. His head perks up instantly and he turns around. Before he can process what is going on I punch him in the nose. Adams yelps in pain and holds his nose as his eyes start to water.

"W-who are you?" I turn my head confused, does that matter at this moment? "If you work for the guy in the black mask tell him that I got rid of the video. Mrs. Aldana isn't going to be on the jury anymore. Okay. I got the job done."

I pick him up by his collar and drive my knee into his stomach and punch him in the face again. "That's the problem," I grab him by the back of his hair and slam his face into the brick wall next to us. "My employer won't like that very much." As I speak I allow my accent to show. He needs to know that he fucked up and that there is hell to pay. You can't go against Fisk and expect him to not find out.

"Oh shit."

I slam his head against the wall again then bring his arm behind his back. "Shut up." I lift his elbow up quickly and hear the most beautiful snap. Adams screams in pain as I push him onto the ground, allowing me to finally see the mess I've created. His nose is bashed in and bloody, obviously broken beyond repair. The blood is gushing from his face. My throat starts to go dry again. Although the alley is dark and only illuminated by a single streetlight, all color starts to fade except for one. The red of the blood is almost screaming at me to the point that it's pulsating. I start to giggle. Adams looks up at me shaking. His eyes are watering even more now, his lip starts to tremble. What a fucking pussy. I shake my head in disappointment and start to punch his face repeatedly.

His blood is sticking to my gloves. I can't hear anything at this point except for my heartbeat in my ears. My vision is getting darker and darker except for the red, it becomes more vibrant. Instead of the blood pulsating at me, it's glowing like a neon sign. Seeing this makes my fist go even faster and before I can register what I'm doing, he's on the brink of death. Adams is gasping for air, his eyes are hooded and rolling to the back of his head. I stop punching him and grab the side of his face. "Say hello to the devil for me. Придурок." (Asshole). I start to bang Adams' head into the ground until I remember the knife in the holster attached to my thigh. I pull the knife out of my thigh and swiftly swipe it across his throat. His eyes widen one last time and he gags on air. The blood sprays everywhere, acting as rain. I pull my mask up just over my nose and take a deep breath, allowing the metallic smell to fill my senses. I look down at the crumbled-up body that used to be Oscar Adams and smile. No one would be able to recognize him, not even God himself. I wipe my glove, covered my thumb through the blood pooling around his neck, and put it in my mouth.

I'm well aware that my tasting blood sounds psychotic, and it probably is, but it helps my senses go back to normal. Immediately after tasting the blood, my vision starts to become clear again and my ears unclog so fast that they pop. I pull my mask down and look around, not another soul is in sight. I stand up and pop my knuckles, feeling satisfied. I started to walk to my motorcycle, I stop down on Adams' face just for fun.

Now, off to my next target.

• • • • • •

I don't know who to thank but this was the first time I've gotten a peaceful night's sleep here, there were no nightmares and no interruptions. I got to enjoy my morning, well that was until Wesley called me and told me that I had to be in the courtroom today for Healy's sentencing. He had other plans or problems or whatever, not that I mind though. Something about this part of the mission feels like Black Widow work. It might be the fact that I'm wearing a dress and heals to spy on someone or it could be the fake ID that makes me 2 years older and an American citizen. I'm starting to feel like I belong working for Fisk. I still get to do the parts of Black Widow work that I love but I get to have a bit more freedom in my life.

As I walk into the courthouse I noticed a small coffee cart that smells amazing. I hate being one of those people but I love coffee, also it would make me look like I know what I'm doing here so why not buy one? What harm could it do?

The line is short so the wait isn't more than 2 minutes, which is nice because my legs are a bit sore from last night. After the fight with Oscar Adams, I had to go take care of the arms dealer who was trying to take over some of Barrett's clients. This time it wasn't just one person I had to silence, it was also his crew. I had to fight seven men at once and one of them somehow had me distracted enough to not notice a guy coming at me from the side with a knife. He only sliced the outer part of my thigh but it was enough to leave a dark blue bruise and a long, thin cut. Four stitches were enough to hold it in place but it's still a bit painful this morning.

I'm so focused on trying to become familiar with the courthouse that I don't even realize the sign that says "Cannot break bills over $20" on the coffee cart. Shit. I only have a fifty on me and the guy already made my coffee. Shit, shit, shit.

"That will be $5.27, ma'am."

"Shit, I only have $50. Could you break it just this one time please?"

"So sorry ma'am but-."

"I'll pay for hers." A profound voice from behind me cut the barista off. Although his voice was deep, it wasn't rough like Fisk's, it was very delicate. There was a calming quality about it like the person it belongs to would be good at keeping secrets.

"Uh thank you, Mr..." I turn around and the first thing I notice is the dark red sunglasses hiding his eyes, then the cane. Shit, I'm taking money from a blind man. I know I should feel guilty but he wouldn't offer if he couldn't afford it. Right?

"Murdock, Matthew Murdock." He held out his hand for me to shake it, which I did. His hands are rough, again, not like Fisk's. The one thing that I notice is that there are little cuts and his knuckles have a bit of black and blue on them. Interesting.

"Olivia Fremont." I let go of Matt's hand and grab my coffee. "Thanks again."

"My pleasure Miss Fremont."

Murdock, Murdock. Oh! Nelson and Murdock is the firm Wesley hired. At least Fisk and Wesley were right, they are decent people.

• • • • • •

"It's done. Mr. Healy has been let go and the trial is done. Case closed and he is finally not our problem anymore." I keep my voice in a low, hushed tone as I leave the courthouse, trying to get out of range from snooping ears and nosey idiots.

"Great, I'll let my employer know." Although his words are happy, his tone is emotionless as always.

"Our employer jackass." I still don't understand why Wesley cannot get it through his thick skull that he is not the only one who works for Mr. Fisk.

"There is no need to take that tone. I'll let our employer know. Okay? Also, there are three new names have been added to your list. Not to mention our employer would like you to come with me tonight to a little meeting with some of our more generous contributors. 11:00 p.m. A car will be sent to your apartment to pick you up. Wear your uniform with your mask."

"I know the drill." I hung up before Wesley could hang up on me. I wanted to finally be the one to get the last word in.

• • • • • •

The meeting is not anywhere close to Mr. Fisk's penthouse or my place for that matter. It's on the top floor of a warehouse. It's a weird location, but very peaceful. The skyline has a bunch of tiny lights that make it look like stars are on the streets. I can see why Mr. Fisk chose this place, it signified power. It was a subtle way to let his associates know that the city was his and that they merely worked for him.

I walk in behind Wesley by five paces. No more, no less. There are quite a few people here. A middle-aged Japanese man, an old Chinese woman, an old American guy, and two younger Russian men that look very familiar. Scary familiar. My face is completely covered, according to Wesley I'm here to "keep them in line." According to him, the Russians like to speak out of line. If Fisk's associates don't know how to behave yet then why are they still alive?

Wesley looks the most confident out of everyone here. He's probably the closes to Fisk, which automatically gives him the upper hand.

The old American looks the most distressed. He's the only one showing real emotion. "Well, where is he? I thought we were going to meet with him in person. I need to be able to get a hold of Prohaszka's shares immediately."

"Relax Leland. Everything has been handled accordingly." Wesley even speaks with confidence, like his words are coming straight from God or something. His shoulders are back and he's trying to look in control of the situation when everyone knows he has no control, Fisk does.

The American, who I now know is Leland, is in complete distress, not even Wesley's words are calming him. "Oh really? You're sure that that tape won't be found again? Or that the muscle won't talk to the police? Hell, maybe Healy himself-"

"Adams and Healy will not speak out against us. Dead men can't talk." Wesley turns to me "Can they?" I don't move a muscle, allowing the silence to answer for me. I scan the faces around me and notice the Russians are trying to hide their fear, they aren't doing a very good job of hiding it. My gaze focuses on them, leading Wesley to focus his on them. "Is there a problem gentlemen?"

They both look too scared to speak until the one who looks a bit shorter finally gains the courage. "How did he find her? I thought they were all dead." The man has a very thick accent, similar to mine.

"Find who Anatoly?"

The other one speaks for Anatoly. "The Bloody Widow. We thought she was just a legend." Me? A legend? Oh my, is he trying to make me blush? I wanna start laughing, technically all Black Widows are legends. The Russian Government has and will never confirm our existence.

Wesley looks amused as well, but more in the fact that he knows that my presence is enough to keep the men scared. "You've heard of her?"

Anatoly looks me up and down, trying to decide if his words will upset me or not. "We have been told stories of the Bloody Widow. Horrible stories."

The man standing next to him, who I'm assuming is his brother, decides to take over. "Some men in jail have seen her in action." The brother looks back at Anatoly as he opens his mouth to speak.

"No, they've seen the end product of her actions. She's psychotic." A heavy silence falls between the two as their eyes show terror. They're remembering everything they've ever heard about me, about how I was considered a favorite amongst high-ranking officials in Russia. Civilians had no idea who I was, but criminals and government leaders shuttered at my name.

That sentence alone brings a smile to Wesley's face. He turns to me and gestures for me to step closer, I only take three. "Please remove your mask, let them see the real 'Bloody Widow.'"

I remove my mask slowly, a bit unsure if I should. I then remember that in the Black Widow program, I never wore a mask, I only started doing it in the States, so I'm confused why I feel so uneasy about it. When my mask is finally removed I look at all of them in the eyes, trying to keep my power over them.

"She's a child? This is what he has going around cleaning up messes?" Leland hasn't heard about me. Has he not seen what I can do? It's truly insulting how he doubts me.

"Have you seen my work?"

Leland is shocked by my voice, surprised that I would dare to speak. "No."

"Then keep your mouth shut. I don't just kill, I create masterpieces of the carnage. You heard the Ranskahovs, I'm a legend."

The old woman finally chimes in. "永远不要低估年轻人." (Never underestimate the young.) Her voice is soft, but the reason she's here is that she is involved with something shady. I nod to her to show my appreciation for her kind words. She nods back.

Wesley is officially done with this little show. According to him, there are more important matters to take care of and we must keep a schedule. "Can we please get back to business?" His voice wavers. Just like it did when he first met me and I wasn't cooperating. His neuroticism is screaming right now, we're off-topic and everything has to be "business". "Leland you must get started on the paperwork about Prohaszka's shares. It is expected to be done tomorrow, bring it to the meeting at his penthouse tomorrow morning, 8 o'clock sharp." Wesley turns to me and nods, signaling me to put my mask back. "Thank you everyone for your time." He smiles at the old woman then, while ignoring everyone else, turns and walks towards the elevator as I follow five paces behind him.

• • • • • •

Matt's POV

Wilson Fisk.

I finally got a name and by Healy's reaction, after he said it, it's real.

The sound of Healy's suicide is burning in my brain. The waver in his voice, the pause before he made the decision, the squish of his brain being impaled. He was afraid of what would happen if someone knew he gave out Fisk's name, but there was something else that he said that sparked my interest, and concern, a bit more.

Healy and I have been fighting for a while, I'm lucky enough to have gotten him on the ground and pinned. I have no intention of killing him with the glass shard, but he doesn't know that.

"The man that hired your lawyers, who does he work for?" I lowered my voice, hoping he wouldn't recognize me.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

I need him to talk. This might be my only chance to get information about the people he works with. I decide to let the glass cut him a bit, just so he thinks I'll actually kill him. I sink the knife into his chest, Healy screams in pain then groans as I pull the shard out. I press the blade to his throat, his heart rate is even faster than when we were fighting, but it was also more irregular. He starts to gasp and choke on his breath.

"Tell me." Silence follows. I push my knee a little further into his diaphragm, making it even more difficult for him to breathe. I move the glass down to his chest and stab around where I originally stabbed him. "Who does he work for?" I yell, trying to get my point across.

"I can't."

"I want a name!" He's at his breaking point, I can feel it.

He's gasping, groaning, trying to get air. He yells out a bit in pain. "Oh, God! Fisk! Wilson Fisk!" He grunts. Struggling to breathe as I let up a bit. I finally release him from my grip and break the glass. Wilson Fisk. Healy lets out a gasp and starts coughing. His airway isn't restricted anymore and his heart rate starts to slow down a bit.

"You get in your car. If I ever see you in Hell's Kitchen again-"

"No." He cuts me off with a distressed sound in his voice.

"You do not want to test me."

"You think this is still about you?" He continues to gasp. "I gave up his name. You don't do that, not to him." His heartbeat starts to speed up again, this time from panic. "He'll find me... and send the girl to make an example..." His breath becomes more rapid and more unstable. "... and then he'll find everyone I've ever cared about... and do the same to them... so that no one ever does what I just did." His panting continues as he stands up. "You should have just killed me." All at once, his heart rate is through the roof. "You coward."I don't know how it's possible but his heart rate speeds up, even more, and his head comes back then forward onto a start stick protruding out of a fence. He exclaims as he impales his head. All at once, his heartbeat stops, and his scream is cut off.

I don't know what else to do except stand in complete shock. I feel hopeless. I couldn't have stopped him.

As much as the name "Wilson Fisk" is burning through my mind, "the girl" is just as concerning. That was too vague. I needed to not only find Fisk but whoever this "girl" is.

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Biden just said he wanted to start formal schooling for kids at 3…3!!!!

FUCK THAT SHIT!!!

Formal schooling wrecked me. The first day of school was one of the most traumatic of my life, and just yesterday I was reminded of a almost PTSD I have about my school years.

Formal schooling is soul destroying, indoctrination for conformity, a haven for bullies that includes even the damn teachers and staff, it’s imprisonment (complete with police now!), and it drains ALL the joy out of learning. I was only ever bored in school, but there it was like being in intellectual choke collar!!!!

You know what happened when my parents tried to put me in daycare at 4? I took my brother and escaped from that jail!

Freedom matters. Freedom to learn, to indulge your curiosity, to explore, to test yourself, to figure out what you are capable of, and to make your own choices. Advice and guidance, not orders and threats. Adults can help their kids without taking away all their freedom.

The happiest year of my entire life was when I was 4, running wild and free in a way modern kids sadly never get to experience. At 5 I started school, and it broke me in a way nothing else could, day after day of a hellish social system and brain dead lessons plans.

I was in a very dark place very quickly. School turned me into a crushed introvert, terrified of everyone after having been a child that till then everyone said was afraid on no one and nothing. I went from athletic to the fattest kid in school. I started having terrible nightmares and wetting the bed. I literally would shake so much before going to school Pop would have to take me the long way around to help calm me down.

Oh sure, I got great grades, valedictorian and all. But I learned on my own or from my parents, reading tons and having a well educated family. But what goods are grades when you no longer can talk to people, or even make eye contact? Being the best student just gives more reasons to be a social outcast.

If anything it was worse for my brother. You don’t want to know, other than there are reasons he vowed to never let his kids set foot in a public school.

If I had gone to school at 3, had to endure that suffering two extra years, I might well have killed myself. As a teen I said I was homicidal not suicidal, but I wasn’t really either. Not quite. Anger, defiance, the refusal to let the assholes destroy my sense of self, kept me alive.

But what if I had been 3, practically a baby, just getting to know who I was and how I thought? I wouldn’t even remember that a life of freedom existed or who I was before the pressures of a world trying to mold you for it’s pleasure!

The principal at our school said his job was to break kids, to make the conform so they would be good workers and fit properly in society. That was is job in his mind, to run a place that functioned like a rock tumbler, battering out all the rough edges that male us unique or interesting.

Of course there will be good schools, good teachers, good staff….some places. But what if you are a kid thrown in a bad school, with bad teachers, and bad staff when you are 3? We live in a world where you are expected to be institutionalized one way or another. School. Jobs. Toss them in a nursing home when they start getting inconvenient and are no longer “productive”. It’s just a chain, not based in anyone’s happiness but maybe the uber wealthy who profit of all this labor.

If you can’t be free of the chain that processes us into sausage and then devours us when you are only 3, when can you be? **

Don’t do this to the little ones that are so vulnerable! Don’t take away the one part of their life they can be happy must so math scores can go up a notch and parents can get back to work.

I know it might never happen, but damn, just the thought of doing this shit to little kids makes me so furious! If I could I would want to find an alternative to formal schooling for many kids suffering in that hell, not force even younger children into it!

** Yes, humans eat baby animals all the time. Obviously I know the comparison isn’t exact, but you get my point.

#my day #rant #politics #education #schooling #school sucks #Understatement of the century

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lythea-creation · 2 years

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I Will Win For Us - Clove Kentwell x fem reader (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: homophobia, violence, angst

word count: 1.451

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As soon as Clove had been brought away by the Peacekeepers her parents and I were thrown out of the room.

Her parents immediately pulled me aside.

“What was that supposed to mean? How can you dare to kiss our daughter?”, her dad inquired furiously.

I did not like the way he was grabbing me by my collar, but I did not do anything about it. It would only enrage him further.

“She kissed me because I'm her girlfriend”, I clarified.

My voice was still shaking slightly from the emotional roller-coaster I was experiencing. It was hard to grasp that Clove was actually on her way to the Hunger Games now.

“What do you mean? Our daughter would have never done anything like that. What did you promise her for doing you that favor?”, her mom questioned.

I groaned in frustration. Her parents had always like me until now but of course that had to change now that the truth had been revealed.

“Clove and I love each other. That's all that's behind it. But we didn't tell you because ...”

Her dad interrupted me while tightening his grip: “Because she was ashamed obviously. Our daughter would never do anything like that.”

“Anything like what? Falling in love or falling in love with a girl?”, I challenged him.

Suddenly his fist met my face.

Luckily nobody could see us where we were standing.

He had let go of my collar leading me to stumble a few steps back from his punch.

I could have blocked it, but I wanted them to feel superior for now.

“Our daughter isn't a freak. There has to be a greater reason behind all of this”, Clove's mom claimed.

“What? That she pretended to love me to get to train with me? She could have done that as a friend as well. This is exactly why we decided not to tell you. But it doesn't matter because I will probably never see her again”, I realized, new tears coming to my eyes.

“Keep your shit together! It is our daughter you're talking about. We just found out that you brought shame over her and our family, now that she finally fulfilled her wish to participate in the Hunger Games”, her mom yelled at me.

“What do you think why she even wished to participate? She wants to make you proud and at the same time gain some independence. She wants us to live in Victor's Village together without you being able to do anything against it. And maybe she also hoped that you would accept her if she won. But here you are judging Clove and me for loving each other”, I ranted.

Tears were streaming down my face as everything came crushing down on me. Clove was not here to comfort me.

“We're not judging Clove. We're judging you”, her dad enlightened me. “And honestly I'm feeling stupid for letting her spend time with you in the first place. How could two incredible people like your parents combine to such a disaster?”

“We should go to your parents and continue our conversation with them”, Clove's mom considered. “Come on!”, she demanded.

I felt utterly humiliated. Defying them was not an option I wanted to take. It would burden my family and I could not do that to my younger siblings.

Reluctantly I wiped my tears away and followed Clove's parents.

On the inside I was devastated. The pain of Clove's absence was choking me. This whole incident did not improve the situation at all. I could not even be grateful for the distraction.

The crowd of people had vanished by now, but my family was still waiting for me.

My mom forced a smile onto her face. “Congratulations that your daughter made it”, she exclaimed.

“Thank you”, Clove's mom replied.

“We're proud of her”, her dad added. “But actually there's something we need to talk about.”

I wondered if they were really proud of Clove or if they said it because it was what we were forced to believe. It was hard for me to imagine parents being happy about sending their child to hell with a twenty-three in twenty-four chance of death.

My mom's eyes traveled over to me stopping at my split lip. Worry was evident on her face, but she stayed silent, just as my siblings did.

“Of course. Do you wanna come to our place? So the kids can go to their rooms”, my dad asked them.

“Sure, but I think your kids should stay with us”, Clove's dad suggested.

Great … a scolding in front of my siblings.

But what had I expected? It was not anything unusual that I had to carry the burden of being the role model for them. And if I made a mistake I was the perfect example for them what not to do … which happened quite often considering that I did not agree with many societal rules of our district.

Clove's parents agreed and soon later we were sitting at the kitchen table together.

“So what do you want to talk about?”, my dad wondered.

“I'm gay and Clove is my girlfriend which they don't approve”, I explained the situation.

It had not been smart to speak up in this moment, but whatever was about to happen now I had at least come out myself. The little control that had been in my range ... I had to grasp it.

“Exactly! She's turning our daughter into a freak. I'm sure (f/n) even tried to talk Clove out of participating in the Hunger Games”, her dad accused me.

I simply nodded.

“(f/n) …”, my mom uttered clearly disappointed.

“What was I supposed to do? Silently watch her fight to most likely die? I love her and don't wanna lose her. I don't get how you can see this whole situation differently. Clove has been a part of all our lives since her birth. How could you encourage her to risk her life like that?”, I raged.

“(f/n), settle down”, my dad demanded.

Anger and disbelief seemed to overpower me at his reaction. Yet I bit down on my tongue to keep any remarks from getting out. The situation was bad enough already.

“That's exactly what I'm talking about. (d/n), I really respect you and your family, but you need to discipline your daughter. She's completely out of control”, Clove's dad proclaimed.

My tears threatened to fall again, although this time I was not sure which emotion was connected to them. I only knew that they were too strong to keep them in.

“She's weak and crying around. And clearly she's been manipulating Clove”, her mom added.

“(f/n)'s just passionate about everything that's important to her. I honestly don't see what's wrong with that”, my mom pointed out.

The joy and relief I felt only lasted for a few seconds.

“You didn't see the way she pushed her tongue down Clove's throat. What are you planning to do then? Announce that your daughter is a dyke? Are you seriously fine with that?”, Clove's dad questioned.

Silence erupted in the room.

My hopeful eyes met my mom's torn ones.

It counted as a sin to be anything but heterosexual here. My love brought shame over our family. How could anything that did not bring any disadvantages for them even be shameful?

“You're right. We can't just accept it. We will take care of it”, my dad ensured Clove's parents.

“Don't you wanna do it now? I think your other kids should see it to know who has the say in this house. And I can help you if you want”, Clove's dad considered.

A pit formed in my stomach. They could not be serious.

But I knew the relationship between my and Clove's parents. Clove's parents had a lot of influence which would only increase now with Clove as a tribute. My parents would not turn down any of their wishes.

My younger sister and brother looked at me with scared eyes. They were twelve and ten.

I did not want them to learn that loving someone led to punishment.

I gulped down my pride and a huge part of my self-worth and identity. “I get that I screwed up. I'm sorry. I never meant to disrespect anyone or bring shame upon us. Please, don't make (brother) and (sister) watch”, I pleaded.

My dad looked at Clove's who shook his head.

“You should have thought about the consequences beforehand”, dad brushed my pleas off. “Come on! Stand up!”

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