#i can blame it on my brain going a mile a minute but that would only be half true

[ptsdpizzaparty]

i hate my brain so much. like i don’t want to waste so much emotional energy on hating myself, this entirely self-absorbed way of being, but it is so fucking hard when i only ever do or say the wrong fucking thing

#I should learn by now not to say anything at all? #like what compels me to speak at this point? #and why do i do so much of it? #i can blame it on my brain going a mile a minute but that would only be half true #i can't blame my stupid behaviors on anything other than my incapabilities #i used to be so good at keeping my damn mouth shut so i do not care for this development over the last......idk how long. but i hate it #and btw when i wrote those first words it was also about how much i hate my brain for bullying me the way that it does AHHHHHHH #AHHHHHHHHH #AH!

[mrwavellswaps]

To be closer

(Inspired by a conversation with @verus-veritas/@verus-animus)

“Have fun partying with your friends kiddo.” Brian said to his stepson with a smile. “Just don’t get yourself into any trouble alright.” He warned before turning his attention back to the TV.

Sam rolled his eyes a little. “Yes Brian I know. I’m 21 now you know.” He groaned, trying to avert his gaze from his stepdad’s almost naked body. Brain had gotten very comfortable around the house in recent years and seeing his stepdad frequently walk around in nothing but a pair of tight briefs had been the cause of many erections and jerk offs for Sam. He just couldn’t help it. After all, Brian was the walking definition of a Dilf! A hot silver fox daddy with some impressive muscle on his frame and a great bulge to top it off. Sam had been crushing on the older man ever since he’d married Sam’s mom and even still now after she passed away. He knew it was wrong but… can you blame him!? The guy was a total hunk!

“I’m well aware. You just never know with these college parties.” The silver haired stud replied. “Now go. Get out there and enjoy yourself.” He shooed Sam off with a chuckle.

As his stepson left through the front door, Brian couldn’t help but sigh. He loved the kid like he was his own but for some reason he could just never find a way to properly bond with Sam. He always tried to involve Sam in his interests like fishing and archery but the kid never seemed that into it even if he didn’t say it. And of course Brian would try to get into Sam’s interests as well but most of that included online games and what not, stuff Brian never found much interest in. Sure they sat down and watched tv or movies from time to time but Brian just wished they had more in common so he could really connect with Sam. After all, his stepson was the only real connection he had left to his late wife. Yet he was starting to wonder if the two of them were just too different from one another.

He paused the show he was watching and pushed himself off up from the couch. After a quick stretch he made his way out of the living room and trudged up the stairs towards the bathroom. Once there he switched on the tap and splashed his face with some cool water before glancing up at the mirror before him. He lent on the sink a little as he gazed into his reflection and as he did it triggered a memory about something his colleagues at work had been chatting about. Some kind of urban legend about a man with strange magical powers that’s capable of granting any wish and that he was capable of being summoned just by muttering his name three times before a mirror.

He didn’t know why exactly he did it. It’s not as if he actually believed in myths or superstitions like that. Yet he couldn’t help letting his curiosity get the better of him. “Wavell, Wavell… Wavell” he muttered towards the glass and… nothing. Of course. He hung his head in embarrassment for even trying something so silly. He was 55 years old for god sake!

“You know… usually when people do that they say ‘Mr Wavell’. It’s a little more polite.”

Brian’s head snapped back up and now he wasn’t the only man in the reflection. Behind him stood a man who looked to be a similar age to him. Silver hair, salt and pepper beard, piercing… purple eyes? Immediately Brian whipped around, trying not to freak out as he came face to face with the man he’d just summoned. “A-are you… the wizard?” His heart was beating a mile a minute with both fear and astonishment, not quite believing the words that’d just come out of his mouth.

The man nodded his head. “Well Warlock would be more accurate but yes I suppose so.” He answered with a hint of playfulness. “So. Is there any particular reason you decided to chant my name? I was just about to sit down for a meal with my boyfriend so whatever this is, it needs to be snappy.”

Brian had no idea how to respond. He wasn’t usually one to get nervous but now his mouth was getting dry as he could barely say a word. He could only gaze upon the handsome, well dressed man before him in utter disbelief that he actually existed.

Wavell shook his head. “Alright I get it. This is a lot for some people but I don’t have time for this so…” he reached out and placed his hands gently on the temples of Brian’s head before pushing into his mind searching through his memories and desires. “Ah. There we go.” He said happily as he let go of Brian. “Seems one of your greatest desires right now is to be closer to your stepson. Compared to other people, that's actually kinda sweet.” He complimented. “And you know, I have a sneaking suspicion that your stepson wants to be closer to you as well.” He added, the implications on which were lost on Brian in the moment.

“But how am I gonna make a desire like that come true?” Wavell thought for a moment as he looked Brian up and down, taking in his bulky build and manly chest hair among other attributes that stuck out to him. This man was a Dilf, he knew that much. “Ahhhh I know…�� Wavell stated somewhat ominously.

The warlock reaches out yet again but this time Brian pulls back a little. “W-what’re you gonna do? You’re not gonna hurt me right?”

“Hurt you? Wherever did you get that idea?” Wavell chuckled and held out his arms. “A gorgeous man such as yourself? I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. Now come here and give me a hug, big guy.”

Brian’s anxiety of the situation was quickly overwhelmed by Wavell’s intoxicating aura. A wave of invisible energy the warlock naturally exuded flowing over Brian’s body and quelled his fears. Brian didn’t even realise he was moving closer to Wavell until the suited man had already wrapped his arms around him in a calming embrace. It was the greatest huge he’d ever felt. One that filled his body with such warmth that he didn’t want to pull away, instead opting to embrace the hug and wrap his own thick arms around Wavell as well. His meaty build pressing tightly against the warlock’s pristine suit.

As the pair embraced, Wavell slowly inched his hands down Brian’s wide back. Going past his impressive lats and towards his lower back until his hands rested just above Brian’s ass. “I think I just figured out the perfect way for you and your son to be closer.” Wavell’s hands drifted further down until they rested on Brian’s thick ass. He made sure to give it a good squeeze through the tight briefs he was wearing. “Are you ready?”

“Y-yes…” Brian mumbled, enjoying the feeling of another man groping his ass far more than he ever thought he would.

Then, without another word, Wavell squeezed Brian’s ass one last time upon activating his spell. Immediately they were surrounded in a bright violet light that caused Brian to moan out in ecstasy. He felt as though somehow his body was shrinking down in a way as he lost control of his limbs. It was an indescribable feeling that he had no idea how to process. All he knew was that whatever was happening to him felt amazing.

When the light faded, Wavell was left standing by himself and holding nothing but the pair of briefs Brian had been wearing mere moments ago. “See? That didn’t hurt one bit did it?” Wavell said to the briefs before bringing them up to his face and giving the crotch a quick sniff. “Mmmm you smell good Brian. I just know that stepson of yours is gonna love you.” From an outside perspective Wavell would’ve looked insane talking to a pair of briefs. However in reality the soul and essence of Brian had been compressed down into the briefs he’d been wearing. In short, Wavell turned Brian into his own briefs!

“Now. Let’s put you somewhere that stepson of yours is sure to find you…”

———

Sam arrived home some hours later. The party had gone on rather late and he didn’t get home until 4:30am. Naturally he assumed his stepdad was already in bed so he closed the front door as quietly as possible before tiptoeing through the house. He made his way up the stairs when he noticed something strange. The door to his stepdad's bedroom was open a jar. He knew Brian always closed it when he went to bed so Sam couldn’t help finding this a little odd. Despite that though, he couldn’t help but see this as an opportunity to perv on his stepdad a little…

When he pushed open the door however, Sam was confused to find that his stepdad was nowhere to be seen. The bed was completely empty. In fact it didn’t even look as though it’d been slept in at all. It was odd for sure. He couldn’t think where his stepdad would’ve gone at this time in the morning…

“Brian?? You here?” Sam whispered through the hallways just in case his stepdad was lurking around somewhere but alas he got no response. Eventually he resigned to just head to bed. Whatever Brian was up to, Sam was sure he was probably fine. Right now all he wanted was to get a good night's sleep.

He made his way back to his own bedroom and flicked on the light. Naturally everything was as he left it… except for one thing. A pair of familiar briefs laid on his bed. But they weren’t his briefs. Sam always wore boxer briefs, not to mention the ones on the bed looked a size too big for him. “Are those?…” He moved closer to the bed before picking up the briefs. His suspicion was right. These were the exact briefs Brian had been wearing earlier today before Sam left! But why were they in his room and why did they feel strangely heavy in a way…

It was then that a sly grin grew across Sam’s face. He had no idea why his stepdad had left these here but he certainly wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to get a whiff of Brian’s scent. Without another thought, Sam dug his nose into the briefs and inhaled deeply. The smell of his hot stepdad’s cock and balls filling his nose and infiltrating his senses. He’d pulled some of Brian’s clothes out of the hamper before but the scent was never as fresh as this. It was almost as if Brian was still wearing them!

Sam went to town sniffing away at his stepdad’s underwear like they’d been gifted to him from the heavens. That was until an even better idea crossed his mind. Pretty soon the young gay college boy was stripping off his clothes and tossing them in a pile in the corner of his room. Once he was totally naked he licked his lips with anticipation before stepping into the very same pair of briefs Brian had been wearing not long ago. Feeling the soft, inviting fabric slid up his legs and over his ass until they were secure in position. Sam’s cock now sat exactly where Brian’s would. Just the thought had him hard as fuck and stretching out the pouch.

Moments after however, Sam felt a strange weight filling his body. As if something were filling him up from the inside. Something like that sounds as though it would be painful and yet Sam couldn’t help but find the feeling pleasurable. Little did he know that what he was feeling was the soul and essence of his stepdad being merged into his body!

In a mix of pleasure and drowsiness, Sam shuffled back towards his bed before falling face first onto the bed sheets. He allowed whatever sensation he was feeling to simply overtake his body as he began drifting off to sleep. As he did the faint voice of Brain could be heard shouting “Sam! It’s me! Can you hear me?? Sam!?” But of course it was already far too late as Sam’s eyes slowly shut…

———

As Sam slept he found himself in a strange dreamlike world. The ground beneath him was covered by golden mist that flowed across an endless void where the sky above was a pastel violet. It was both beautiful and eerie at the same time. Of course he knew this must’ve been a dream but it didn’t make it feel any less real. He wondered if it was some kind of lucid dream?

Just as he was about to try and test that by attempting to fly, he heard a voice coming from behind. Calling out to him. Sam turned and he saw what looked to be stepdad in the distance. He couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Without even thinking about it, Sam began walking towards Brian slowly, watching as the figure of the man that’d looked after him for so many years grew closer. As he did, what Brian was saying slowly began to get clearer and clearer until…

“Sam! A crazy warlock guy trapped me in my briefs! He told me what’s gonna happen! You gotta take them off before we become one!” He shouted hysterically. Yet despite this Sam kept walking closer and closer. Become one? With his hot stepdad? That didn’t sound so bad! It might’ve just been a dream but if he had the chance to be one with Brian then he was gonna pounce on it!

Before long Sam was only a couple meters away from the man he’d desired for years. Brian seemed stuck in place, unable to move except for his face. He pleaded with Sam to get away. To wake up and stop this. To find a way to fix what that warlock had done. But Sam only grinned lustfully as he looked his stepdad's body up and down.

“Sorry Brian, I know this is just a dream but if I’ve got the chance to fondle your hot daddy body then I’m gonna take it!” With a mischievous look crossing his face, Sam reached out to touch Brian’s furry pecs. The second his hand made contact however, he felt himself being pulled inside his stepdad's body! His hand swiftly disappeared into Brian’s body, soon followed by the rest of his arm. It was like the thick muscled body of his stepdad had become an inescapable vacuum. Before long Sam found himself being pulled inside Brian’s body headfirst, almost as if he’d been absorbed somehow.

The next thing Sam remembered was looking out across the void once again. Only now when he glanced down he saw his stepdad’s big furry pecs and powerful body. Almost like he was… inside Brian’s body… but before he had any time to comprehend it, everything faded out.

———

Sam awoke with a jolt the next morning. He grumbled a little, rubbing his eyes as he found himself laid on his front and sprawled across his bed. But as he stretched his arms, something felt off. His arms… his hands… They looked different. Larger and more weathered than before. His biceps seemed to have more of a bulge to them while his hands seemed meatier almost. “What going- Whoa! What the fuck!” He shouted in disbelief at the sound of his voice. It was deep and gravely. Nothing like the smooth voice he once had. It almost sounded like…

Sam looked up and glanced across the room at his bedroom mirror and saw the impossible. Reflected back at him wasn’t his usual lean 21 year old self but instead his 58 year old stepdad!! For a moment he was in shock. Not knowing at all how to react. Most people would probably scream and freak out. Some would likely faint at the mere sight of seeing a body in the mirror that wasn’t their own. But when Sam regained his composure he did neither of those things. Instead, he grinned…

“Why hello handsome.” Was the first thing he said before immediately sitting up to get a better look at his body. Sure enough it wasn’t just his arms and hands but his entire body was thick and beefy now. He immediately ran his hands along the familiar hairy pecs he’d gotten used to seeing most days. Only now he owned them! He had no idea how it’d happen but… “Holy shit. I’m in my stepdads body!”

Right away Sam leap out of bed in excitement and starting feeling up every inch of his new form. Groping his new biceps, flexing his pecs before running a hand through the dense hair they adorned, poking and prodding at his new facial features. Before long he was even pawing at his stepdad’s thick ass. The ass Sam had imagined touching so many times before, and now it belonged to him! He could grope it much as he damn well pleased! Of course doing so had stirred quite the reaction in his crotch as a tent appeared to stretch out his briefs. The same briefs he’d found on his bed last night and had slipped on before falling asleep…

As Sam rubbed his new dad boner, he suddenly felt a rush of new memories hitting him over the head. But they weren’t his, they were Brian’s. Memories of a life he never lived with parents and family that weren’t his own. Everything his stepfather had ever done or experienced was now right at his fingertips. He must’ve been standing there slack jawed and rubbing his erection absentmindedly for a good 5 minutes or so as the memories surfaced. Only once they’d settled did Sam shake his head and realise he’d wet the front of his briefs with his Brian’s precum.

Just as he was trying to comprehend all the new memories and feelings he was experiencing, Sam heard the voice of his stepdad echoing in his mind, practically screaming Sam’s name. “Brian? Is that you? How are you… in my head!?” Sam wondered as he clutched the sides of his head, trying his best to listen to his stepfather's faint voice.

“I’ve been trying to tell you!! I was trapped in my underwear by a warlock! And now I’m trapped inside your head! We’ve got to fix this!” Brian cried out

Sam looked down at the briefs he was wearing. “You were trapped in these when I put them on?… And now you’re inside me?” The cogs in his brain began to turn. “Then I haven’t just transformed into you. I AM YOU!” Sam claimed with excitement. “W-we must’ve merged somehow! Oh fuck, oh fuck! This is… THIS IS AMAZING!!”

“What!? What’re you saying Sam!? We need to fix this! Don’t you want to go back to normal!?” Brain pleaded with his stepson but it was no use.

“Go back? Why the hell would I ever want to go back?? I’ve fantasised about being with you for as long as I can remember!” Sam admitted as he stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway before making his way towards the bathroom. “Only I never realised what I really wanted was to BE you!”

Brian was beyond shocked to hear all this though he should’ve been expecting it after having watched Sam grope himself mere moments ago while being nothing but a passenger. As soon as Sam stepped into the bathroom, Brian begged him to try and summon Wavell again but Sam wasn’t having any of it. “No fucking way! I’m Brian now and it’s gonna stay that way! These big pecs, these huge arms, and most of all this fat cock are all mine now!” Sam claimed with a devilish smirk.

Without another second to spare, Sam kicks off his briefs and whips out his new rod. He got instant chills the moment he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft. Touching his stepfather's cock wasn’t something he ever thought he’d have the chance to do and yet here he was now with that very cock hanging between his legs. As soon as he started jerking, Brain began to protest but Sam took no notice. His stepdad was powerless to stop him as he was. At this point he might as well have been a figment of Sam’s imagination.

“No! I treated you like a son and this is how you repay me! I gave you everything!”

“You certainly did. Absolutely everything.” Sam curled up one of his arms into a flex, showing off one of new biceps. “Fuck I’m glad you kept in such good shape. I’m gonna be such a hit with dudes looking like a buff silver fox daddy!”

Hearing all of this was like torture to Brian but there was nothing he could do. Only watching through Sam’s eyes as he continued to jerk off Brain’s thick cock. He knew it was his fault for summoning that warlock but he never imagined something as crazy as this would be the outcome!

Just then an idea popped into Sam’s mind. As they were merged, Brian knew exactly what Sam was thinking and protested against it but Sam paid him no mind as he ran back into his bedroom to grab something from a box under his bed. Raw anticipation flowed through him as he pulled out a small trusty butt plug. One he’d had for many years now and had kept well hidden from his stepdad until now. With that in hand he ran back into the bathroom and switched on the shower.

“Now this is gonna be good.” He mumbled to himself as he stepped under the warm water. He started by lather his body up with soap and making sure to dig his fingers into every crevice of his new body. Once that was done however, he lubed up the butt plug and lined it up with his dad hole. Of course Brain was shouts all sorts of threats and pleas at this point but it didn’t nothing to stop Sam from slowly pressing the butt plug into his hole. “OoooooOOoohhh wow! Fuuuuck I’m so tight now.” He commented as his anus pulsed around the plug. “You really never played with your ass before did you Brian? Don’t worry I’ll fix that.” And without another word Sam reached down and pressed a small button on the butt plug…

Moments later the bathroom was filled with loud deep moans. “AAOOOOHHH FUUUUCKKKKK UUHHHHOOOOO!” As it turned out the butt plug had a pretty intense vibration setting that was doing wonders to Sam’s now tight hole. Filling his body with nothing but euphoria while his ass clenched uncontrollably. Right away he’d grabbed his cock again and was jerking furiously under the shower. Brian wanted to protest but he was feeling the exact same pleasure as Sam and soon enough even his protests turned to internal groans of pleasure.

Soon enough the sheer pleasure of the vibrating butt plug was enough on its own as Sam let go of his cock and fell to his knees under the water. His daddy dick was pulsing eagerly as it dripped precum uncontrollably now. Sam even found himself reaching back once again and holding down the button on the butt plug for a couple seconds, increasing its intensity even further until it was at max vibrate. By that point he was kneeling over in ecstasy, arching his back and bucking his cock. All the while groaning about how he was his stepdad now and that nobody would ever know he wasn’t the real Brian.

After a good couple of minutes he could feel himself getting unbelievably close to shooting his first dad load. “I… wanna… stay… FOREVER!!” Sam bellowed as finally his cock erupted with a hands free orgasm, shooting thick cum all over the shower floor. With the butt plug vibrating aggressively in his ass, it caused just keep shooting and shooting until his fat balls were completely drained down to the last drop.

With a grunt, Sam turned off the plug and carefully pulled it out of his ass with a satisfied smile. Slowly but surely he pushed himself back up onto his feet and continued rinsing himself off under the shower as if he hadn’t just busted the biggest nut of his life. But then he noticed something.

“Brian? You there?” Sam said to himself as he realised he could no longer hear Brian’s voice in his head. He’d heard him a few moments ago groaning as Sam was about to orgasm but immediately his voice seemed to have disappeared completely. “Wait… there’s no way I…” Sam looked down at the shower drain as the last of his cum was washed away. “Did I… cum him out or something?” Sam huffed, assuming this to be the case. “Well at least he won’t be in my head annoying me. And with him out the way I really can be the real Brian!” A sinister look spread across Sam’s face knowing that whatever he’d just done had seemingly locked in his fate with this body.

With that, Sam stepped out of the shower and starting drying off. He didn’t think he’d ever get over how amazing it felt to touch this body in any way he pleased and he’d have plenty of time to do so. As it looked now Sam couldn’t see any possible way of going back to normal besides summoning that warlock Brian had been going on about and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna do that. After all why the hell would he voluntarily give up his dream body!? No he was gonna make the absolute most of this…

He gave himself one last wink in the bathroom mirror before stepping out to live his new life as his hunky stepdaddy and nobody would ever know what had transpired…

———

It’d been a few days already since Sam took over Brian’s life. Initially he’d been a little worried about playing the part. After all he might’ve had all his stepdads memories but it wasn’t like he had all of Brian’s mannerisms and personality right? Well as it turned out the real Brian had been ejaculated at all but rather absorbed fully into Sam’s consciousness at the peak of the pleasure they’d been experiencing. Because of this Sam found himself able to mimic the way Brian talks and acts perfectly. He even found himself becoming more interested in Brian’s hobbies such as fishing and archery while still retaining his old interests in games. Because of this he was able to completely trick his family into believing that he truly was Brian!

The biggest worry he’d had was explaining the disappearance of his former self. Well it seemed like the universe had already fixed that for him as nobody even seemed to remember Sam. Infact as soon as he stepped out of that shower, his old bedroom had completely changed into a guest room. It was like his former self never existed to begin with! Naturally this was weird but Sam couldn’t help taking it as a sign that this was always meant to be. That he was always supposed to become one with Brian and take form.

He made sure to enjoy his body as much as possible by worshipping it and taking good care of it by working out and eating properly. Due to this he had no problem getting all sorts of hunks to hook up with as they were all eager for some of daddy’s milk. And he was more than happy to provide by flooding their asses with his cum. He was hoping he’d be able to find a few vers guys as well that’d want to help him loosen up his hole a little.

Now he was laid on the couch waiting for his next hook up to arrive. A young hairy stud who was very eager to suck on Sam’s nipples. Not that Sam could blame the guy with these huge daddy tits he had now. He groped them a little with a smile on his face knowing that this was everything he could’ve ever wished for in life. Brian had always wanted to be closer to Sam and now he was as close as he could possibly get.

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[whositmcwhatsit]

Chapter 1?

Okay, so technically this is an introduction... taster... of the fic to come? I have been desperately trying to finish this for today, but didn't quite make it, so I'm posting this hoping it'll hold me accountable.

A fall/Halloweeny story Inspired by a brief stop Elvis and co made on their way to the World's Fair in 1962. @thatbanditqueen I apologise for messing with your era Elvis and the naughty, terrible things I plan to do with him later in the fic...

All the love to my coven of wicked sisters of the night @be-my-ally, @vintageshanny, @ellie-24, @from-memphis-with-love, @peskybedtime, @missmaywemeetagain, @lookingforrainbows

“You have got to be kidding me! What is your problem?!” Cheryl slammed on the brakes as the station wagon in front of her was forced to drop below ten miles an hour because of the Dodge motorhome in front of it. It was the third time it had happened in the past ten minutes and, just like before, both vehicles abruptly started speeding up again soon afterwards. “I’m going to pass ‘em and there’ll be a monkey at the wheel. It's the only explanation!” 

The height and size of the motorhome meant that Cheryl couldn’t get a clear look of the road ahead and this had stopped her from trying to go around before, but with time ticking on and so many miles ahead of her, she decided to take a chance. She pulled out into the oncoming lane and stamped her foot on the gas. 

It was all going so well, she passed the station wagon and was coming up alongside the motorhome. She had been expecting to see some silver haired, doddery grandpa at the wheel; that would have been the most reasonable explanation for the erratic driving. Instead, with a dark captain’s hat over his dyed black hair, she found Elvis Presley eyeing her curiously as she floored it to try and get ahead of him. And that was when the truck pulled out of a hidden junction from within the tall trees ahead. 

Cheryl had ten seconds to choose her fate: splattered face first into the broadside of a pick up or swerve into the ditch at the side of the road and take her chances. Ditch it was. There was a deafening chorus of blaring horns followed by a finale of grinding, crunching metal. The ditch was wider than it looked and the front end of her car dipped before smashing face first into the earth bank and turning sideways.

Ears ringing, Cheryl was glad later that she didn’t have to explain or justify her vanity as she checked her face for injury first. She worked her way down after that and was just discovering that she had managed to survive with only a cut across her knuckle where her flailing hand had caught a knob on the dashboard, when the door was opened above her and, appearing unexpectedly for the second time that day, Elvis Presley peered in. 

“I think so?” she called back, wriggling her toes and, she could only blame it on shock, hissing in annoyance at the ladder in her stockings.

“Miss? Miss, are you okay?”

“Good, good,” he murmured, seemingly in relief. “Honey, can you reach my hand? Let’s get you outta there.” More faces appeared around the doorway and Cheryl did not have the time or inclination to worry about the hands gripping her body and pulling her up through the gap and into the damp autumn air. 

“Christ, you should be dead!” one of the other men marveled, standing on the near bank of the ditch. Cheryl stared blankly at the dented and torn hood and the shattered windshield of her car, before reality penetrated the high-pitched whistling that filled her brain. 

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” She wrapped her hands over the top of her head. “I can’t… I need… What am I going to do?! I’ve got a show tomorrow a couple hundred miles from here!” 

“You some kind of singer or something?” asked another of the men, his voice more twang than words. 

“Or something. I’m- I’m a clairvoyant.”

“Clairvoyant? And you didn’t see this coming?” scoffed a short, round balding man, eagerly looking for approval from his boss. 

“I’m a spiritualist, not a fortune teller,” she snapped. “I see spirits of loved ones watching over us, I don’t get tips on horse races and car crashes.” 

The captain’s hat slipped slightly askew with the speed at which Elvis turned from the crumpled hood to her. His gaze was deep and it felt like he too was seeing more of her than just her earthly form. Her face heated despite the cold, damp air and the chilling effects of shock. 

“We’ll make sure you make your show,” he said, letting his hands drop from just below his hips to help with his balance as he climbed up the side of the ditch. His gait was a little awkward and Cheryl wondered if it had something to do with the tightness of his tailored pants or the height of the heels on his eye-catching shiny shoes, before she focused back on her mess of a car and wanted to cry again. 

A crow fluttered down and settled on the roof of her car, cawing judgmentally at her. She scowled at it, but it just impassively ruffled its tail feathers and shouted at her a little louder. She rolled her eyes and turned from it, surveying the little huddle that had formed around Elvis on the bank of the ditch. She noticed now that all the guys around him were wearing black coveralls like they were his own personal squad of mechanics. They each had a fancy ‘EP’ printed on the breast pocket. 

“... I mean we’re on a tight schedule, shooting starts in two days and the Colonel-”

“And if we happen to break down on the road and end up a day or two late, ain’t no helpin’ that, you know.” He winked at Cheryl, smiling so much like a mischievous little boy that she found herself mirroring him, her smile only fading when she glanced back at her car. 

“Ain’t gonna know what I don’t want him to know,” Elvis interjected, not bothering to hush his voice the way his lackeys were, which Cheryl appreciated from an eavesdropping perspective. “Man, we’ll make it for shooting, don’t worry about it.” He slapped the shorter man on the shoulder, adding over his shoulder:

As she stood watching a couple of Elvis’ guys scramble down into the ditch to retrieve her belongings, the man himself came to her side with his arms folded, looking down his nose like he was supervising. 

“What’s your name, honey?” 

“Why are you all the way up here?” she asked. “Taking a vacation from all that sunshine and dry air?”

“Cheryl,” she sighed, turning and giving him a rueful smile. “And you’re Elvis.” He stared at her a beat too long and she realized he was trying to get a handle on her, figure out if she was a fraud. “It’s not like I live in a coffin. I know who you are.” He ducked his head as he laughed a little and shrugged. He was very sparkly, she noted, sparkly white teeth, sparkly, twinkly eyes. Yes, she may have hit her head a little in the crash. 

“We’re heading up to film on location,” he explained, sticking his hands into his pockets. “At the World’s Fair.”

“Oh. Still, I bet you’d rather be warm in California right now, huh?” 

“I wouldn’t say that, honey. Wouldn’t have got to meet a pretty little thing like you now, would I?” His left eyebrow twitched up playfully and there was a hint of a smirk on his lips as he turned away towards the motorhome. 

Ignoring the way her stomach churned with excitement, Cheryl reflected that at least her car would have still been intact. She would have to call home as soon as she got to a phone, and get them to wire some cash for repairs. Her mother would be furious, as if it was her fault that Elvis Presley couldn’t drive and some idiot in a truck decided to commit a hit and run.

The air inside the motorhome was warm and kind of musky with so many men crammed in together. The guy who had been fretting about getting to location on time climbed in behind her, settling on her other side, Elvis was obviously behind the wheel to her left. 

“We’ll just follow the highway until we hit a town,” Elvis said like he was thinking out loud. “Even a one-horse backwater place’ll have a fella with a tow truck. I know a little about cars and I’m betting your ride looks worse than it is.” 

One of the guys in the back murmured something in a low voice that Cheryl didn’t catch, but she didn’t miss the sharp look that Elvis gave the rear view mirror.

“It’ll need to have a Western Union, I don’t have enough money on me to even cover a tow. Not until after my show anyway.” 

“Well, honey, don’t worry about that,” he murmured, glancing over his shoulder as he pulled out from the side of the road. “I said I’d get you to your show, didn’t I.” 

After a couple of minutes, she asked if a window could be opened as it was a bit stuffy and a skinny man behind her with a wispy mustache informed her that Elvis didn’t like the window open ‘on account of his hair’. 

At the same time, Elvis instructed the man to shut up in Pig Latin. Cheryl recognised it because it was how she and her brothers had communicated in front of townies when they were growing up. She was impressed with Elvis’ fluency and the way the curse words flowed so nicely off his tongue. 

Elvis rolled down his window as she sat pretending with wide-eyes not to have understood what he had said. There was no real need for the deception, but it was just in her nature and part of her upbringing to build up ammunition and jealously guard secrets and information like a secret agent. You never knew when it would come in handy.

“So, what does your show entail really?” he asked, glancing at her before turning back to the road. “You’re up there on the stage and you… do what exactly…?” He met her eyes briefly. “I ain’t making fun, I’m just curious, honey.”

“Well, it’s probably a lot less interesting than your shows,” she murmured, wiping at the beads of moisture sitting on the surface of her wool coat. “People come to me to make a connection or get reassurance or to find peace, and I try to help them. It’s a fluid thing, there’s no set script so to speak.”

“Oh, but you made plenty of connections at your shows, right, Boss?” chuckled one of the guys behind him. 

“The road!” she reminded him nervously, reflexively hitting his thigh. He jerked slightly, tightening his grip on the wheel as he turned back to look through the windshield. Luckily, they were only going about twenty miles an hour at the time. 

“Shut up, Charlie,” he murmured perfunctorily, still staring at her, eyes slightly narrowed. 

Suddenly, a lot of things made sense to Cheryl. 

Cheryl tried to not ask too many questions and distract him, but Elvis still told her about the movie he was making, talked about how security was going to be a pain in the ass because of all the visitors to the fair, but that he thought that it would make the movie look better than if everything was filmed on the lot with a backdrop. He said he always found that distracting when he was watching a movie, especially if the film in the background was repeated over and over. Cheryl did not doubt him since he seemed to get distracted extremely easily. 

They had been traveling on the highway for about thirty minutes when a big logging rig headed their way on the other side of the road. Elvis enthusiastically gestured for the driver to sound the horn and Cheryl side-eyed him, but couldn’t help breaking into an indulgent laugh at the glee on his face when a booming honk filled the air. 

“Hey, what you laughing at?” His entire face was radiant when he smiled. Cheryl almost felt like she needed sunglasses. “You know, I always dreamed of driving one of ‘em big muth- trucks when I was a little fella.”

“Oh well, at least you had this little sideline to fall back on when that dream didn’t work out.” 

He laughed too late and with a touch of incredulity, like he couldn’t believe that she could be funny. “Yeah, it’s my, uh, consolation prize.” He couldn’t let that stand even as a joke and quickly included an addendum. “Naw, I’ve been very lucky, I got more than I ever dreamed.” 

“You don’t want to tempt fate, huh,” Cheryl remarked. 

“Just don’t wanna seem ungrateful, honey, ‘cause I’m not.” 

She frowned at his earnest insistence, but smiled and nodded when he glanced from the windshield to look at her.

Finally, Elvis pulled the motorhome into the parking lot of the Cozy Pines motel, sounding slightly baffled as he mused that he’d never seen a cozy pine tree. 

It certainly looked like a motel designed by someone who thought a pine tree was cozy. It was the usual two storey L-shape concrete structure with a leaf strewn concrete rectangle sunk into the middle of the parking lot with a little fence around it that looked like it might have been intended to be a pool. 

“Welcome to the Bates Motel,” one of the guys in the back muttered, face pressed up against the window.

“It ain’t so bad,” Elvis remarked gently, seeing the dubious expression on Cheryl’s face. “Honey, you just gotta find yourself a car mechanic and have ‘em send me the bill. Won’t take long and you’ll be on your way.” 

“Or else you’ll end up dumped in a swamp.”

Cheryl swallowed as she peered at the squat office building, its window dominated by a flashing neon sign that promised/threatened ‘vacancies’. 

“Goddamn it, Marty, shut your damn trap!” Elvis snapped, ripping off one of his leather driving gloves and pitching it behind him at the guy who had spoken.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” Cheryl murmured, but only softly, because if he didn’t do that, she would slash his tyres to stop him leaving her.

“Okay, change of plan. Listen up, so here’s what we’re gonna do,” said Elvis, talking fast as he grabbed her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. “Joe here’s gonna get his lazy ass into that office and get us some rooms. And then we’re gonna rustle you up a car and straighten everything out so that you’re on your way in a blink of an eye. Okay, honey?” He snapped his fingers at the dark haired man with wavy black hair on her right, who nodded, but rolled his eyes once he was out of Elvis’ eye line, climbing out of the truck.

It started to rain while Joe was in the manager’s office, and not just flecks but a massive biblical downpour. They all peered through the windshield at it, bemused by how suddenly the clouds had converged. 

“Might be better off leaving the car and buying a boat,” Elvis remarked, leaning forward so that his shoulder pressed against hers. Cheryl looked at his lashes, marveling at how long and dark they were. Then she noticed the dark smudge underneath his lower lashes, recognising it as someone who frequently applied make-up and then absently rubbed her eyes. She was growing more and more intrigued by this man. 

Joe scuttled across the parking lot with his hand held over his head like he thought this would shelter him from the rain. 

“Okay, good news and bad news- Uh, it’s Sunday, so there is no chance of finding a mechanic willing to go out and look at the car until tomorrow. Good news, they have ten rooms available upstairs, and there’s a restaurant just behind the parking lot there that’ll deliver food to the rooms.” 

“Well then, let’s get unloaded before we start to attract a crowd,” said the one Elvis had called Charlie. 

Cheryl looked around the deserted parking lot dubiously, but scrambled out when Joe proffered his hand. She thought she glimpsed the silhouette of a couple of girls back behind the office building, but they were gone before she fully turned her head. 

“You got room 220,” Joe informed Cheryl, barely looking at her as he deposited the key with the wooden room number keyring into her palm. His annoyance was evident, she could feel him almost vibrating with it, along with his anxiety that this stopover would derail their entire schedule. 

Room 220 was at the very end of the concrete walkway, next to a room that Elvis and all his sidekicks disappeared into. All in all, Elvis seemed more normal than she would have expected, except for his need to be followed around by a line of identically dressed ducklings of various sizes and shapes. 

The room was surprisingly clean-looking, but otherwise much like other places Cheryl had stayed while plying her trade up and down the coast. When she was younger her father used to insist that she stay in boarding houses, places with doilies and nosy old women that set a curfew and forbade all gentlemen callers. No doubt he would have still insisted on this, but he wasn’t in a position to insist on anything anymore. At least not in person. 

Cheryl sidestepped quickly from the window as there was a clonk and a barrage of tapping against the glass. After a second, she cautiously hooked back the curtain with finger and frowned at the crow perched on the railing outside. It tilted its head almost condescendingly as she peered out. She huffed a sigh of annoyance and let the curtain fall back into the place. 

“Hey, how come your room’s bigger ‘n’ mine?” 

Cheryl whirled round and had to bite back from retorting: ‘How come you think you can just walk into my room?’ She forced herself to be more gracious to the man paying for her room and her car repairs. (Even if he was partially responsible for her needing them).

Elvis was standing in the threshold of what she had assumed was a closet opposite the bed. Apparently it was a connecting door between their rooms. 

“I’m happy to switch rooms with you if you’d prefer. I don’t mind being cozy.” She stepped closer so she could peer over his shoulder at his room, but she saw no size difference. The only discrepancy seemed to be that she didn’t have half a dozen men turning down her bed, setting out her toiletries and bringing in creature comforts like a record player. 

“As cozy as a pine tree. No, I’ll be a gentleman,” he said softly by her ear, his fingers sliding down from her ribs to the hips. His other hand snagged her fingers and lifted them up for inspection, frowning intently at the little nick on her knuckle. 

As she opened her mouth to make a joke about how it was clearly the end of her promising career as a piano player, he pressed his soft, pillowy lips to her knuckles and what came out of her mouth was instead a slurred mumble of vowels. She held her breath, gazing up at his dark blue eyes and watching those long, black lashes flutter, before his pout spread into a sunny grin and whatever spell they had been under dissipated like mist. 

“You hungry? I am starving!” he announced. He turned back to his room, “Hey, it’s chow time. Where’s Billy?”

After half an hour, there was a knock on Cheryl’s door and one of the guys stood on the covered walkway, his hands behind his back like he was about to ask Mr Bumble for more gruel. 

“Y’all can come eat with us, Boss said,” he informed her. There was no question involved. She reminded herself that her room was being paid for and stretched her mouth into a smile. 

“I guess the locals have heard about their special visitor,” she said, slipping her feet into her pumps. “All that screaming, I thought someone was being mur-” She stopped as she looked over the railing at the dreary, gray and empty parking lot. “I could have sworn I heard girls outside.”

“Oh, they’ll be here soon enough,” he sighed with inevitability. “They always are.”

To be continued...

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Drunk Texts

Me? With another fic? This fast? Ground breaking.

Anyway, this has been sitting in my google drive for way too long and I finally finished it. It's inspired by Drunk Texts by New Rules.

Thank you to my besties @kat-hearts @raysofcrosby @matthewtkachuk and @assmanselke for reading this, but they have no idea what the ending is so hahahaha

If there are typos, I'm so sorry, Grammarly is being weird

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, swearing, the ending

WC: 5k ish

Flashbacks are in italics

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The sun was up, there was a bird outside his window happily chirping, the city below his apartment was alive and bustling on the beautiful late summer day.

Anthony felt like he wanted to die.

He couldn’t remember having a worse hangover, trying to wrack the usable part of his brain to figure out if he had anything besides alcohol the night before. He was pretty sure he had at least one glass of water, thinking he had maybe a bite of food but that proved to be way too little to counteract what was probably a bottle or two of wine and whatever else his teammates had given to him to drink last night. 

He sat up from bed, his head pounding as he rubbed his eyes and searched for his phone, haphazardly on his nightstand under what he could only hope was his own underwear and not someone else's. If some other guys boxers were there, Anthony knew he had more than one problem to deal with. 

It was the same thing every single time he went drinking after a bad night, his room and probably the rest of his apartment left in a disaster, but the worst part were the drunk texts he knew were sent by him the night before. Drunk texts sent by anyone were horrible, incoherent and easy to blame on being inebriated, but his were always exceptionally bad. 

Anthony got out of bed, his head pounding with every movement he made. He knew he had to check his phone at some point. Delaying it any longer would just lead to more issues with his life later on.

The one person he hoped he hadn’t texted was right at the top of his messages, a message that somehow combined French, English, and absolute gibberish into one text, undoubtedly from him, showing up in the preview. 

He tapped the messages with Scarlett, the last girl he dated, and still couldn’t get out of his head. She was, unfortunately, used to his drunk or stupid texts, Anthony unable to form a proper thought when it came to her.

‘I like you’ was the only text he could decipher at first glance, an “oh fuck,” escaping his lips while he tried to piece together why his teammates would let him not only drink so much, but keep his phone on him the entire time. 

“Who is that over there?” Anthony asked, staring at the girl with long, dark hair, talking to one of his new teammates. 

“Uh, that’s Quinn,” Brock said, “your teammate.”

“No, the girl he’s somehow talking to,” Anthony replied.

“Not sure, I normally see Quinn with her when we come here, though. She always shows up when Quinn texts her,” Brock shrugged, “I think her name is Sarah? Sage?”

So she probably likes Quinn then, if she’s showing up when he asks. He shakes his head, “You only know that her name maybe starts with an S, don’t you?”

“Yep.” 

Anthony sighed, trying to take in the girl Quinn was talking to. He swore he had seen her before, something about her trying to work its way through his memory. 

“Go talk to her.” 

“What?” he asked, looking at his teammate.

“I promise you that Quinn does not have enough in him to pull a girl like that.” 

“Isn’t he one of your best friends?” 

“Yes, that’s why I can say it. Now, go.” Brock practically had to shove Anthony away from the table. 

Anthony stood there frozen, staring at Quinn and this girl while his mind went a mile a minute as to how he was going to talk to her. ‘This is ridiculous,’ he thought to himself, ‘she’s just a girl, talking to Quinn. If Quinn can talk to her, so can I.’

He felt his entire body shaking under the weight of himself as he tried to make his way over to the girl and Quinn. He could just tell Quinn he wanted to buy him a drink, celebrate the win they had the other night, something, anything. 

“Hey, Tito,” Quinn called out, pulling Anthony from his thoughts. Quinn and the girl were staring at him, the heat rushing to his face as she smiled at him. “This is Scarlett.” 

Anthony knew he had to speak. She was staring at him. She was smiling at him. She was clearly waiting for him to say something to her, but all functions that his body possessed suddenly stopped, including the one where he was able to get out something as simple as, “hi.” 

“Um,” Scarlett started, Quinn standing to the side laughing at his teammate, “Quinn tells me you just moved here from New York?” 

“L-long Island, um, yeah,” he managed to get out, starting to think of all the ways he wanted to disappear into the Canadian wilderness out of embarrassment. 

“What’s it like there? What’s there to do?” she asked him, Quinn slowly inching away from them. 

“Uh, leave.” As soon as the words left his lips, he shut his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, he would discover that the stupid things he said didn’t happen and were just a dream. He opened his eyes to see Scarlett biting her lip, trying not to laugh at him. 

She took a sip of her drink, not breaking eye contact and making Anthony’s heart skip in the process. “You’re either way too drunk to be talking to someone right now, or I, for some reason, make you really nervous.” 

Anthony lets out a sigh, a smile on his face. “What if I told you it was both?” 

There was something about the laugh that escaped her lips after he told her that that made him forget everything. He swore he blacked out while talking to her, but not from the alcohol. He had never felt more sober than that first time he met her. He remembered nothing about that night except the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, a crooked smile spreading across her face when she was flirting with him, the way he knew heat was rushing to her face, probably from the second hand embarrassment of him attempting to flirt back. 

“So, you and that girl looked pretty cozy last night,” Brock teased him the next morning after practice. None of them had been particularly happy that they were called for last minute drills, all of them sweating the alcohol from the night before more than anything else. 

“Are you in love?” Quinn teased, his voice dripping with that pre-teen gooeyness that got under Anthony’s skin.

“I just met her,” he started.

“Love at first sight exists, my friend,” Elias joins in, hitting Anthony hard enough on his back that he nearly fell out of his stall. 

“Dear god, I need to go back to New York,” Anthony groans, drowned out by the sounds of his teammates laughing. 

“There’s no way Long Island is better than here,” they kept going.

“We called it the ‘God forsaken island,’ growing up,” Quinn added, the guys laughing even harder as they continued to rib Anthony. 

“I liked you all better when you didn’t know me.” 

“You know we like you better when we make fun of you,” Elias tried to reassure him. “Have you at least talked to her since last night?”

“How would I do that?”

“You got her number?” Quinn questioned. 

Anthony tried to think back to the night before, failing to remember anything past his initial meeting with Scarlett and the absolute fear that he felt trying to talk to her in those first few minutes. “When did that happen?”

“Right after the eighth green tea shot.”

“You let me have eight?” 

“Scarlett kept buying. I wasn’t going to argue with her,” Quinn said, holding his hands up in defense. “We tried to get you to stop, but after the third one, you threatened to pour them all over Brock.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t going to let you get my white shirt dirty.”

“God forbid you get your five dollar Walmart shirt a little dirty with some alcohol.”

“Hey, no-”

“Guys!” Anthony finally cut in, his teammates all turning to look at him. “I don’t have her number.”

“Have you looked at your phone since last night?”

“Only to turn off my alarm when it was still on ‘do not disturb.’”

“Scarlett a hundred percent has texted you already if you haven’t texted her. She’s not one to wait for days for a guy to reach out to her,” Quinn told him. 

“I don’t think I like that you know so much about her,” Anthony mumbled.

“I met her the first weekend I was here my rookie year and she somehow has appeared in my life every weekend since. Check your phone.” 

The guys start to file out and head home, Anthony and Quinn sitting there by themselves. Anthony didn’t even know what he would say to her. How does he start a conversation with a girl he barely knows, who he was too nervous to talk to the night before? 

“You make her sound like a stalker,” Anthony sighed, trying to search for his phone. 

“I’ve known her for years and she hasn’t stalked anyone.”

“That you know of.”

“You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.”

“And that is the closest to being Gretzky that you’ll ever be.”

“Just check your phone. You were babbling like a dumbass the second you met her. I haven’t known you for as long as I’ve known her, but I definitely know you well enough that you don’t act like that around girls. Ever.” 

Quinn finally got up to head home, leaving Anthony alone in their locker room to do as he pleased. 

Anthony sat back in his stall, letting his head hit the back and getting engulfed in his clothing hanging behind him. What would he even text her? Is it too soon to text her? How could he send anything that would be good enough for her to want to respond?

He finally pulled out his phone to start going through his notifications. News from around the league, random DMs from people on Instagram, a text from his mom that he would forget to respond to until after she was asleep for the night, and a message from someone with just an emoji as their contact. It was the blushing emoji, Anthony remembering Scarlett telling him that her friends called her ‘Scar,’ and that was the first emoji that popped up when someone tried to search for her name. 

‘So how often do you get a girl's number and not text them back after that night?’

Anthony couldn’t figure out if the banging was just the throbbing headache he had or someone actually at his door. 

“What the fuck could you possibly be doing here this early?” he groaned at his teammates standing at this door. 

“It’s 2 pm,” Quinn says, pushing his way into Anthony’s apartment without an invite, coffees and bags of food in hand.

  “It was either us doing the wellness check or the police,” Brock adds, flopping down on the couch and sending Anthony’s phone on to the floor. 

“I don’t trust them to drive safely anywhere after they’ve spent the night drinking, so I had to come, unfortunately,” Elias tells Anthony, picking up his phone off the ground and handing it to him. “Has that girl texted you back yet?” 

Anthony’s head whipped up in shock. He really had no memory of last night. “Girl?” 

“Yeah, you know, those who identify with she and her pronouns?” Quinn says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Can you be a girl and not use those pronouns?” Brock asks while chomping on a bagel. 

“Very important questions for a later time, please,” Anthony interrupts, trying to look through his contacts to see if there was any name he didn’t recognize. “What girl?”

“You don’t remember?”

Anthony sat on the couch next to Brock, throwing his head back and letting out a guttural sigh. “Why would I remember anything from last night? That would make my life so much easier, and obviously, we can’t have that.” There was no way he could meet a girl and not remember her, right? There was no way he could possibly have drank that much alcohol to the point where he blacked out if he was with his teammates. 

“Not your usual type, but still pretty.” 

“She was hitting on Quinn first.”

“She was not.”

“She only stopped because you’re too dense to realize when someone is hitting on you.” 

“You could have had a relationship for the last five years if you picked up on that girl in the coffee shop.”

“That’s-” “Hello?” Anthony interrupts his teammates. “We were talking about me?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Brock says. “You really don’t remember the girl who bought you like four of the drinks you had?” 

‘ ‘What are you doing today?’ came up on Anthony’s phone from an unknown number. 

Scarlett had called him immediately after he sent his text to make sure he was ok. “Ti,” came through his speaker, the nickname she called him that made his heart race for no reason. “It’s two in the morning, what do you mean what am I doing today?” 

“I want to see you today,” Anthony slurred, drunk from his night with his teammates after winning the first round of the playoffs. 

“Only if you promise to get some water right now,” she giggled. “You know you forget to hydrate when you’re celebrating.” 

“Come out with us. I want to see you.” 

“I am in bed already,” she said, hearing Anthony let out a drunken groan. “I’m going to be helping Brooke at her street fair stand in the afternoon, I can meet you after that for you to take me on a date then.” 

“I want to take you out now,” he whined. 

“Dinner tomorrow at your favorite restaurant. You’ll pay.”

“I’ll pay.” 

Scarlett hung up before Anthony could say anything else.

The next morning, he woke up on Quinn’s couch, Elias sitting on the chair, Brock on the floor for who knows what reason. He didn’t even remember getting back to Quinn’s apartment, let alone how he ended up on the couch. 

“Why are we here?” Anthony asked, no one in particular.  

“I was the most sober of the four of us,” he heard Quinn yell from the kitchen. 

Following his teammates' voice, he attempted to get up, a pounding headache nearly knocking him off his feet. “How did that happen?”

“I’m not sure, but I fucking hated it,” Quinn mumbled. “Even Elias threw up four times last night.” 

“It might be five times soon,” Elias said, stumbling into the kitchen behind Anthony. 

“Good morning sunshines,” Brock yelled, groans coming from all three guys in the kitchen. “What’s everyone doing today after we get breakfast together?”

“Plotting your murder,” Elias muttered massaging his head with his fingers as if he were trying to will the hangover away through that method.

“At least wait till our season is done for that.”

“I think I’m seeing Scarlett,” Anthony said, trying to remember if his conversion with her the night before was real or not. 

Quinn hands out cups of coffee, a confused look on his face. “Like, you’re seeing her right now? In the room with us?”

“What’s it like having two brain cells that constantly have to fight for third place?” Anthony groaned, “No, you dumbass, I mean tonight. I’m seeing her tonight.”

“You’re finally going to see her somewhere that isn’t a bar and in a state that isn’t halfway fucked?” 

“I actually think I’m going to join Elias in murdering you,” Anthony countered. 

“You can’t hang out with Scarlett if you’re in jail for murdering me.” 

“What are you going to do with her today?” Elias asked, changing the subject. 

“I have no idea. I might be paying for whatever it is we do, though.” 

Anthony spent the rest of the morning getting annoyed at his teammates as they teased him, calling him a simp for Scarlett when he had only interacted with her in person while they were both drunk. They hadn’t even been on a real date yet. Scarlett telling him to take her out that night was going to be their first. 

“Look, I need to impress her,” he cuts them off after they get back to Quinn’s place. “So either you are all going to help me figure out how I do that, or I’m going to put in for a trade request in the off season.” 

The four of them managed to put together a plan that didn’t make Tito want to kill them. The first step was to go to Prototype, her favorite coffee shop in the city, and getting drinks for her and Brooke and surprising them at Brooke’s street fair. He had their orders saved in his phone for god only knows what reason, but he knew they would come in handy at some point. 

“We should come, too,” Quinn said, grabbing his stuff to follow Anthony out the door. 

“You should not,” Anthony protested. 

“We want to see what you’re like out of your natural habitat,” Brock teased.

“What the ever living fuck does that mean?”

“I think it means they want to see you try to flirt with her when you’re sober,” Elias translated.

“No. Nope. You three are not coming.” 

“You don’t have a car to get yourself anywhere and you still don’t know how to navigate the public transit system here.” 

“Fuck.” 

Anthony reluctantly let his teammates take him where he needed to go, hoping that he could lose them at the massive street fair that Brooke and Scarlett were working. Thankfully, his teammates had the attention span of squirrels, soon veering off from him and leaving him to wander with a tray of three drinks, hoping to impress the girl he desperately wanted to see sooner than that night. 

“Ti?” he heard from behind him. “Anthony, what are you doing here?”

He turned to see Scarlett walking up to him from across a sea of people, her smile alone making him lose all brain function. He should have known she would have the same effect on him sober as she did when he was drunk. “I, um,” he started, trying to remember what his reasoning for being there even was to begin with. Why did he have to see her so early when all she did was make him freak out in the best way possible? “I brought you coffee.”

He practically spilled it down the front of her by shoving it into her chest. “Um, thank you?”

“And for Brooke, too.” 

“Oh! You haven’t even met her yet?” 

“You told me that you two have the same favorite coffee order from Prototype, so I just got two of them,” he told her, feeling his cheeks turn bright pink. 

She gave him a soft smile, clearly impressed that he would remember not only her order, just her best friends, no matter how simple they were. “I knew you were a good one.” 

“Do you want us to text her?” Brock asks, craning his neck to try to read over Anthony’’s shoulder at his phone. 

“We can tell her you’re a good one,” Elias offers, the first hint of sincerity coming through his voice that none of his other teammates had shown to him all night. 

“Or that you’re bad,” Quinn draws out. 

“I’m not a thirteen year old boy trying to text his middle school crush, Jesus Christ.” 

“Tell her you’re like him,” Quinn adds. 

“You’re Jewish, I thought you don’t believe in him,” Elias asks. 

“Well, yeah, but he was still a historical figure. We just don’t believe the religious aspect that-”

“Hey!” Anthony interrupts, again. “Am I just here as comic relief?”

“You have to be funny to be considered that.”

“Ok, I’m leaving,” Anthony gets up from the couch, only to be pulled back down by Brock.

“We’re teasing you. You know this. And we’re in your apartment, where are you going to go?” 

“What do I do?” Anthony groans, throwing his head back with his hands over his eyes. 

“Text her back or ignore her.” 

“No, I mean,” he groans again, “I texted Scarlett last night.” Much to his surprise, he’s met with silence from his friends for the first time that morning. “That’s what shuts you up?”

The three of them exchange worried glances, making Anthony’s heart race and head throb even more than the hangover already had. He knew drinking anything was going to make him do something stupid. He just didn’t think his teammates would also agree. 

He handed them his phone, letting them see the string of stupidity from the night before. 

“There’s no way you texted her all of this,” Brock said.

“You can literally see the texts on his screen,” Elias groans. 

“God, you’re an idiot,” Scarlett told him between kissing him, one hand on the back of his neck pulling him towards her, the other on his guiding it towards her waist. 

Anthony didn’t know what to say as he felt every inch of her, pulling her back towards his bed. He sat down, his lips still connected to hers. Scarlett straddled his waist, her fingers gracing the hem of his shirt.

‘God, this has to be perfect,’ raced through Anthony’s mind, every other thought that wasn’t about Scarlett unable to break through his brain. His heart started racing as the two of them took off his shirt, fiddling with hers next to slip it off over her head, Anthony wanting nothing more than for his lips to be back on hers as fast as possible. 

He moved her off his lap, gently pushing her onto her back. He took a moment, both of them catching their breath while Anthony’s heart continued to race. “Wow,” he let out, Scarlett giggling at him. “You are just.” He couldn’t find the words to describe who she was, his mind still blank from anything other than her name. 

“Do you want to…” she asked, drifting off, her eyes traveling down his body. 

“Oh, god, yes.” Anthony said, crashing his lips to hers, feeling her smile against his.

‘This has to be perfect,’ kept running through Anthony’s head as they stripped more of what they were wearing, piece by piece. ‘She’s perfect so this has to be perfect.’

 She was ready. He could feel she was ready. But Anthony?

“Hey, hey, wait,” she stopped him. “Are you ok?”

He hung his head down, her hands pushing his hair back off his face. “I’m so sorry.” 

“We can stop, if you want to,” her voice came out small, clearly upset. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, rolling off her, unable to look at her. The two of them lied there in silence, a long pause that made Anthony more anxious by the second. 

“Are we ok?” Scarlett asked, finally breaking the silence. 

Anthony stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to say. “Yes?”

He heard her sigh, getting up to put her clothes back on. “Let me know when you’re sure,” she said to him, leaving his room. 

As soon as he heard his front door shut, he covered his face with his hands, letting out a deep groan. He wanted it to be perfect. He had been trying so hard to make everything for her as perfect as he was able to make it. Why the fuck did he have to get into his head like that. 

Anthony reached for his phone, pulling up the group chat with his teammates. ‘Who can come here ASAP?’ he sent, putting his phone back on his nightstand without even waiting for an answer, rolling over immediately and pulling his sheets over his face. 

Anthony didn’t know how long he had been asleep, hearing his front door open while he was still in his bed, his clothing strewn across his floor. 

“Tito, where are you?” he heard Elias’s voice carry through his place.

“Fuck,” he muttered, throwing himself out of bed to try to find something resembling pants before they could make it to his bedroom. 

“Tit-oh.” Quinn said, bursting through his bedroom door before he could fully get his sweatpants on. “Guys I found him.” “Jesus, Quinn,” Anthony said, nearly falling over. “You couldn’t wait?”

“Had to make sure you weren’t dead,” Brock said, spraying a mouth full of crumbs of who knows what everywhere, Elias following him with an annoyed expression. “We thought you were with Scarlett tonight.”

“He clearly was,” Elias said, gesturing to the mess that was his bedroom at the moment. 

“So what, you finished, she left, and your first thought was to call us?” Quinn asked, plopping down on Anthony’s bed, Brock following suit. 

Elias and Anthony took the floor, his three teammates trying to read the expression on his face. “No, I didn’t finish.” 

“With Scarlett?”

“I didn’t even,” Anthony started, putting his face back in his hands. “I didn’t even start.”

“Oh,” was all he heard from Elias, Brock and Quinn both silent for once. “We thought you really liked her?”

“God, yes, I do,” Anthony said. “This was supposed to be the first time we slept together and I fucked it up.” 

“That happens,” Elias shrugged. 

“It’s not even just that. She asked if we were ok and I couldn’t answer her.” 

“Why would you do that?” Quinn asked.

“I panicked. I’ve been panicking. Since the first time I saw her, I have been freaking out because she deserves more than what I can give her, and it fucks me up,” he let out, surprised he was even able to put anything into words. “I mean, Brock, you had to physically push me to her because I was frozen. Quinn stood there when I couldn’t even talk to her. We were all here the night I freaked out because I didn’t know how to text her, or what to do for our first date. I have been out of my mind about her since the second I saw her, and because of that I have fucked up so badly, I don’t know if she wants to see me ever again.” 

“Ok, you told her last night you wanted to see her,” Brock reads out. 

“When was the last time you saw her?”

“That night she left my apartment when we tried to…” Anthony trails off, not really wanting to recount the night again.

“What about the last time that you talked to her?” Quinn asks, handing Anthony his phone back. 

“She had called me one night after a game a few days later to say that she was sorry she left that night the way she did but she was upset that I didn’t have an answer for her.” 

“And?”

“And we talked it out, I thought we were fine, she said we would talk later, and neither of us reached out again.” 

“So you both ghosted each other until you sent her a bunch of drunk texts last night,” Quinn says.

Anthony groans, throwing his head back again. “Fuck, yes, Quinn. What do I do?”

“Well she hasn’t answered yet, so she either hasn’t seen it or also doesn’t know what to do.” 

“At least start with telling her you were drunk and that you’re sorry you sent all of those  texts,” Elias suggests. 

“Or we go over to her place and you ask her yourself.” The three of them look at Brock, Quinn, and Elias liking the idea, Anthony absolutely mortified. “I mean, you haven’t seen her in a while, you haven’t talked to her in a while, and drunk you clearly wanted to change that last night.”

“What about sober you, right now?” Quinn asks.

“Hungover me,” Anthony corrects, “Wants to go to bed until sober me reappears.” 

“Well that won’t be until tomorrow,” Brock points out, “So what would sober you want to do?”

Anthony smiles, his teammates knowing what he wants to do, what he’s wanted to do since that first night at the bar.

“I’ve got the keys,” Elias says, the four of them rushing out the door. 

Anthony felt his heart racing as Elias drove through the city, surprised he even knew where Scarlett’s building was. By the time he pulled up, his palms were soaked, his throat was dry, his legs anxiously unable to stop shaking. The guys had to practically throw him out the door, Anthony having no idea what the hell he was going to say. 

He managed to get up to her apartment, thankful that he was well known enough that the doorperson let him in, worried that the security was loose enough that they just let him in at the same time. He knocked on her door, finally starting to calm down as he waited for her. 

Anthony didn’t hear any movement in her apartment, knocking again after waiting for what felt like forever. He felt his phone buzz, a text in the group chat asking how it was going from Quinn, immediately followed up by Elias scolding him. 

He knocked a third time, hoping that she would answer. 

She wasn’t there. That, or she was ignoring whoever was at the door, given that he was showing up unannounced. 

He turns back around, heading back down to Elias’s car, letting them know he was waiting for the elevator. 

The door opened, Anthony moving to the side to let the person already there off while reading the texts that were flooding in from his teammates. 

“Anthony?” he hears, forcing him to look up from his phone.

“Scarlett,” he lets out, both of them smiling at each other. 

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The (insane, crazy, stupid) Deal - P.1

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Series Summary: When Y/N Henderson asks her crush out in front of his girlfriend (who she didn't know about!) damage control needs to be done. In a state of panic, she asks Steve Harrington, her little brothers best friend and Mr Popular of Hawkins High, to pretend to date her for a week. In return, they hope to convince Nancy Wheeler that she made the wrong choice and to see what she's been missing. Fake dating drama ensues. ST Timeline: After Season 2, before Season 3 (but may play around with the timeline just to have Robin and their Scoops Ahoy job in here) word count: 4k a/n: Told myself I wasn't gonna start a series but I just love the fake dating trope so here we are lol Part 2

This was crazy. This was insane and stupid and dumb and crazy. You’re not sure what demon possessed you to make so many stupendously horrible mistakes, but whoever he was, he obviously had it out for you. Each decision you made was worse than the one prior, creating a domino effect where each mistake snowballed into the next, resulting in this exact moment. 

The moment in question? Kissing Steve Harrington. 

You could tell that Steve was still in shock, his hands barely grasping your waist and his lips pretty much unresponsive to yours. Your eyes were thankfully closed so you could spare yourself the humiliation of seeing his eyes wide open during a very public kiss at a very popular party. You don’t blame him, even you were completely mystified as to what your thought process was for this moment. You had panicked and put barely any thought into what you were doing when you ran up to him and just planted one on him in the middle of the party, simply reacting from one humiliating situation into another one. You knew that this was a huge mistake on so many different accounts. Not only was he King Steve, but he was your brother’s friend and not the boy that you’re actually crushing on, although you had just found out that that boy might just be a lost cause anyway. On that note, you start to pull away, deciding to end this torture sooner rather than later when you suddenly feel Steve’s hands finally start to grasp at your sides and a hint of reciprocity from his own lips, although you’re not even sure if it really happened or if your mind is just trying to make up for the endless rounds of humiliation you had already experienced today.

You open your eyes to see Steve’s completely bewildered expression, his eyes wide with confusion and mouth slightly agape, but his hands still holding onto your waist. You open your mouth so you can start explaining yourself before deciding against it, realising the music would be too loud for you to properly have a conversation with him. You grab his hand instead, guiding him to the closest room you could find, weaving through groups of people who openly stare at the two of you with curiosity and a few snickers, probably making wrong assumptions as to where we were going and what we were going to do. You finally reach a bathroom, quickly pulling Steve in after you and locking the door. You lean your back against the door, reaching your hand to rest over your chest and feeling your heart beating against the palm of your hand, adrenaline going through the roof. 

“Okay, let me explain myself.” You begin.

“Yeah, what the hell was that, Henderson?” Steve’s slightly annoyed, this much you can gather. He’s standing across from you, leaning on the sink with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Usually I’m good at picking up signals but you got me at a complete loss this time. Where the hell did that come from?” 

“Look, I panicked, okay? I just panicked. My brain imploded and I panicked and I kissed you.” You rambled, mind running a mile a minute.

“That’s not an explanation.” He retorts, shaking his head.

“It felt like I had no other choice.”

“Just what a man wants to hear.” 

“I mean, I felt – I felt trapped! I thought there was only one solution to get me out of it.”

“Earth to Y/n? You’re still not making sense. Get you out of what?”

You let out a deflated sigh before answering, “Danny McCormick.” You keep your eyes trained on your shoes, avoiding eye contact as you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. 

There’s silence for a moment as Steve processes what you said but comes up empty. “...Danny McCormick?”

You push away from the door and start pacing the short length of the bathroom, still keeping your eyes trained to your feet. “Tonight was the night I was finally gonna make a move on Danny McCormick. And I did. Kind of.” You explain, wringing your hands. “Well, I was starting to, y’know? I asked him out.” 

You finally look up at him to make sure he’s following your story to see his brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay? Good for you. What does that have to do with me?”

“Because right after I asked him out, Mandy, his apparent girlfriend who I knew nothing about, showed up right next to him, giving me the stink eye. Which, in retrospect, I totally deserved.”

Steve nods his head slowly, you can tell he’s trying to pick up the pieces. “Ah, so I’m guessing this is where the panicking starts?”

“Yup. My brain just went into fight or flight and I started improvising. But the big, huge, terrible  problem is that I’m not good at improvising. I just start saying the first thing that comes to my head without even thinking about the repercussions of what I’ve just said”

“Wrap it up, Henderson, get to the explanation.” Steve says impatiently.

“So my brain kind of starts working overtime when I realise that I’ve just asked Danny out in front of his girlfriend and I’m scrambling for ideas to get me out of it, when suddenly I see you right in my line of vision. Now, this is the part where the monkey with the cymbals in my brain starts getting all erratic and giving me bad ideas.”

“The monkey with the cymbals?”

“Yeah you know the one. The monkey toy in the yellow vest that goes crazy with the cymbals? The one with the creepy eyes? That’s what I picture is driving all my common sense away in my head. Like the cymbals are just blocking and drowning all other thoughts out. Anyway, I see you, and the monkey with the cymbals goes off in my brain, and I think hey, there’s Steve, he’s a nice guy! He’s friends with my brother! And so I just tell them, Danny and Mandy, that what I meant to say was double date, not date singular, but date plural. And obviously Mandy isn't buying it so she’s all ‘Well who’s your date?’ and so I say–”

“Steve.” Steve finishes. 

“Exactly!” You say, pointing your fingers at Steve. “But she can still smell the bullshit since I’m not a great actor, so she’s all ‘You’re going on a date with Steve Harrington?’ and she says it in this real condescending tone which really pisses me off. And look, I know and you know that you would never date me which I’m totally fine with because I would never date you, but who the hell is Mandy to assume that I’m not good enough for Steve Harrington? As if I’m below you or something!”

“I’m guessing the monkey cymbals came out again.”

“Oh, the monkey cymbals came out in full force when she said that because I just ran towards you in a blind, hot rage and–”

“Kissed me.”

“Yes! That’s when I kissed you and – Oh my god! I kissed you!” You gasp out, hand coming over your mouth as you realise what you had done. You had gotten so wrapped up in the explanation of it all that you had already forgotten you kissed Steve. “This is basically assault. I pretty much assaulted you. I’m an assaulter!”

“Woah woah woah let’s not go that far.” Steve stressed, pushing himself off the sink.

“No but I did Steve! I just kissed you without your consent. God, this is probably the worst thing I’ve ever done. I just forced you to kiss me!” You lean back against the wall and slide down until you’re crouched on the floor, arms resting on your knees and your head in your hands. 

“I wouldn’t use the word for–”

“People get charged for doing stuff like this. People get arrested for doing stuff like this.” You exclaim, looking up at Steve who was now standing in front of you.

“Nobody is getting arrested–”

“It’s basically the same as punching someone. I’m no better than some violent, brutish–”

“You are taking this way too far.”

“ –abuser. I mean, I should really let you punch me.”

“ –what?” Steve barks, so shocked that he takes a physical step back.

You tilt your head up to look at him, sincere expression adorning your face. “I totally deserve it. An eye for an eye. I assault you, you assault me.” 

“Y/n, I’m not going to punch you, are you crazy?”

“It’s only fair.”

“It’s not fair if I don’t want to punch you!” Steve scoffs.

“But I’m letting you! All I ask is anywhere but the face. I've recently grown to like my face and it’ll be harder to hide the bruise.” You commanded, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes to pretend like you were preparing yourself to get hit, hiding the smile that was tugging at your lips. You were obviously teasing Steve at this point since you knew he would never hit you, but you also weren’t close enough to him for him to know that you were joking.

“Y/n stop it. I’m not hitting you.” Steve huffed, nudging his foot with yours so you’d open your eyes again and look at him.

You give in, turning your head back and staring up at him again. “But I don’t know how to make it up to you.” 

“I don’t know what type of person you think I am, but allowing me to hit you is not you making it up to me. Besides, after hearing all of that, the kiss is the last thing I’m annoyed about, the double date on the other hand–”

At this you scramble to your feet and grab Steve’s hand, remembering the stupid double date that you lied to Danny about. “Please Steve it’ll just be one date–”

“No way! I am not going to willingly spend my free time with Danny McCormick of all people.”

You pull your hand back quickly. “What’s wrong with Danny?” You question defensively.

Steve scoffs at this, shrugging slightly. “No offence to your taste or whatever, but the dude’s got the personality of a wet blanket.”

“He does not!” 

“Uh, yes he does.”

“No he doesn’t! He’s kind and smart and has passion and hobbies and interests!” You defend.

“Yet he’s somehow still the most boring person I’ve ever met on the planet, and need I remind you Y/N, we live in Hawkins Indiana, we probably have the highest percentage of boring people in the world.” Steve teases with a small smile, walking over to the bathroom door and unlocking it, deciding the conversation is over. 

“Please Steve, I’ll do whatever you want!” You insist, following behind him as he exits the bathroom. “I’ll take over babysitting duties! I’ll drop off and pick up Dustin from your house so you don’t have to drive him! I’ll do your trig work for you!”

Steve pauses at this,“All my trig homework?” He asks, head not even turning to look at you. 

“Well, actually, probably not that since I’m morally against plagiarism and doing someone else’s work for them but I’ll tutor you in trig! I promise I’m a really great tutor!” 

Steve laughs at this before shaking his head and continuing to walk away. “Yeah, no way. No deal.”

You continue to chase after him, weaving through throngs of people. Once you’re close enough again, you hold onto the bottom of his shirt between your fingers so that you don’t lose him again, trailing behind him as he makes his way past people.“C’mon Steve! It’s just one shitty double date. Honestly, tell me what you want in exchange because these are desperate times.”

“Very desperate times apparently.” Steve mused, smirking down at you and making light of your previous kiss. You bark out a laugh and hit his arm as you round a corner, bumping directly into Nancy and Jonathan, causing all four of you to jump back slightly. The air is awkward and tense around the four of you with Steve’s eyes on Nancy, Nancy’s eyes on Steve and Jonathan’s eyes on Nancy, you just there taking the whole thing in.

“Steve,” Nancy finally beamed, smiling at him sincerely, Jonathan next to her smiling politely as well. Nancy’s eyes quickly cut to your hand which was still holding onto the bottom of Steve’s shirt and up to your face, a barely noticeable furrow clouding her expression for a second before she wipes it away with a smile directed at you. “And Y/N! Hi.” 

You smile politely back at her in return, making note of the expression you caught on Nancy’s face that you’re sure no one else saw.

“Hey, didn’t know you guys would be at this party.” Steve manages with a grin, you can tell that it’s forced from the way it doesn’t reach his eyes and you’re sure Nancy can tell too. 

“Yeah, we kinda felt like we needed to spend some time with people our age after listening to the kids play dnd all day.” Jonathan explains casually, Nancy nodding along in agreement. 

The four of you stand together in awkward silence, nodding along to the previous statement, “Oh shoot!” You pipe up, breaking the silence as you turn to face Steve, nudging his shoulder with yours. “That actually reminds me that we should probably get going. I promised Dustin I’d be home soon to help him set up the next campaign. You can still give me a ride, right Steve?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes which hopefully translated what you were saying but probably made you look crazy. 

“Uh yeah sure…” Steve replies slowly, obviously not understanding what you’re doing but just going along with it. “Yeah, me and Henderson are gonna get going. We’ll see you guys later.” 

All four of you wave your goodbyes before you start to walk away with Steve, impulsively grabbing his hand in yours and threading your fingers through his, keeping a strong grip so he doesn’t pull away. 

Steve nearly jumps back at the surprising contact, staring down at you with wide, dumbfounded eyes. “What the hell are you doing?” Steve questions through gritted teeth.

You lean up on your toes to whisper in Steve’s ear, “Testing out a theory.” You turn your head back just before you round the corner and see Nancy’s eyes linger on yours and Steve’s hands, causing you to break out into a mischievous smile. The second you’re out of sight of Nancy and Jonathan you wrench your hand from Steve’s and lift it for a high five, to which Steve just stares blankly at your hand.

“What am I meant to do with that?” Steve nods towards your still upraised hand, wearing an expression of mild annoyance. 

“High five!” You explain, still holding your hand up.

“Why?” Steve asks, finally relenting and giving you a very lacklustre high five, although you would say it was more similar to a gentle hand nudging rather than a high five.

“Because,” you sing, “Nancy was one hundred percent staring at our hands meaning, drumroll please!” Steve stares at you blankly again, not willing to entertain you. “Wow, you’re in a mood.” You grumble, rolling your eyes, “It means she’s jealous, nimrod. That’s what I can give you in exchange.” You pat Steve on the arm with a smile, walking on without him while you let him absorb your words behind you.

“You think she was jealous?” Steve calls out after you, jogging back up to you. By now the two of you were out of the house and on your way to Steve’s car, the night air so chilly that your breaths came out like puffs of smoke. 

“Definitely. I noticed it when we first bumped into them so I had to test out my theory, that’s why I held your hand.” You explain, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets to bury them away from the cold. You hear Steve hum in reply as he processes this information in his own time, silently leading the both of you to his car. “So will you do it?” You ask, breaking Steve out of his thoughts as he unlocks the car.

“Do what?”Steve asks, sliding into the driver's seat.

“Go on the date with me in exchange for making Nancy jealous again.” You elaborated simply, sliding into the passenger seat and shutting the door. 

“What? No.” Steve grumbles, frowning and shaking his head as he starts the car up and pulls away from the house, refusing to make eye contact with you. “I don’t even care if Nancy gets jealous. We’re broken up anyways.” 

You whip your head around to face him and give him a look which reads ‘I can read straight through your bullshit’, smiling a little at his obvious state of denial. “Uh yeah, sure. I totally believe you.” You tease sarcastically. 

“What, you don’t bel–” He stops himself when he pulls his eyes away from the road and glances your way, deciding to give up then and there when he sees the expression on your face. “Yeah alright, so I care a little bit that she got jealous, so what?” 

You smile triumphantly at his admission before explaining your plan to him, “So you can go on the double date with me and then I’ll let you act all flirty with me in front of Nancy and make her jealous and see what she’s missing.”

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry, but I’m not going on the double date. I don’t do double dates. Especially double dates with Dann—”

“Danny McCormick, yeah I know.” You grumble out defeatedly, slumping in your passenger seat. You’re silent for a moment as you think of other options to get you out of your humiliating mess with Danny, especially since you have to see him every single day in class. “What if I cancel on the double date but you act all flirty with me in front of Danny and Mandy, just enough to prove to them that I wasn’t hitting on him.”

“But you were hitting on him.” Steve reminds you pointedly.

“Only because I didn’t know he had a girlfriend!” You defend yourself, huffing out an annoyed sigh when you see Steve’s lips quirk up at your obvious irritation. “C’mon Steve! This can be mutually beneficial. Just do your whole flirty King Steve bit with me in front of Nancy, Danny and Mandy and it’s a win-win situation.” You’re practically begging at this point, as if you hadn’t experienced enough humiliation in one night. 

You watch with bated breath as Steve keeps his eyes forward on the road ahead, his one hand resting on the steering wheel and the other pulling at his lip, obviously thinking over your proposal and how it will benefit him. “If I say yes to this, and that’s if, we gotta set some ground rules.”

You practically fling your body forward so you’re turned in your chair and facing him, nodding your head vigorously and excitedly. “Yes! Ground rules. Completely agree.”

“Like, there needs to be an end date to all of this. And we need to specify what we’re allowed to do and when we’re allowed to do it.” You nod along to everything Steve says, too excited and overwhelmed to even come up with your own ground rules. “And we gotta think of an answer for when people start asking questions about what we are to each other.”

“What we are to each other?” You’re confused now, as you had just assumed that the situation would just be some light flirting in the hallway, not anything that resembled actual dating.

“Yeah, I mean, I flirt with everyone so if you want it to be believable that we’re really into each other, I kinda gotta go all in. People are gonna ask questions.” Steve shrugs, catching your eye briefly before turning away again.

“Oh… I guess I never thought about that.” You mumble out quietly.

“What? Now you’re all shy and want to back out? Aren’t you the one that kissed me?” Steve teases as he finally stops the car in front of your house, pulling his key out of the ignition.

“Shut up, I was just thinking.” You grin back, undoing your seatbelt and twisting your body so you’re fully facing him with your back to the passenger door and your legs crossed on the seat. You’re silent for a moment as you pick apart ideas in your brain, trying to come up with some ground rules that would benefit both of you in this situation. “I think we should start off with just one week of public flirting slash displays of affection, then we can reconsider if we need more time after the one week.” You finally propose.

Steve nods his head at this, mimicking your actions by sitting cross legged across from you as well. “Kissing or no kissing?” He asks. 

“No kissing. Unless absolutely necessary.” You answer with the shake of your head. “And if people ask what we are to each other, we’ll say that we’ve just been on a few dates, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, I like that. Good answer.” Steve nods along before leaning over and rummaging through the centre console, finally fishing out some old receipt paper and a pen, no doubt jotting down everything you were saying. “And what do we tell Dustin?” Steve asks, not looking up as he finishes writing down his last word. 

“Why does Dustin need to know?”

“Don’t you think he’s gonna hear about how one of his best friends is being seen with his sister?” Steve asks.

“This thing is gonna last a week.” You state, shaking your head dismissively. “I doubt it’ll make the gossip rounds and reach his middle school in just a week.”

“Yeah, but it might.” Steve counters.

“Then we’ll cross that bridge if we get there.”

Steve raises his eyebrows and sighs in defeat. “Fine, whatever.” He says, shrugging his shoulders and scooting closer to you, passing the old receipt paper which he was writing on. “Have a look at this and see if it looks alright.” You grab the paper from him and quickly skim through all the bullet points, nodding along to everything but stopping at the last point. Y/N will not fall in love with Steve. 

“What’s this?” You ask, pointing to the last point. 

“It’s a clause that says you won't fall in love with me.” Steve says matter of factly, expression dead serious. 

“Yeah, right” You snort, stealing the pen out of his hand so you can cross it out. 

“I’m being serious. You haven’t experienced my full charm, Y/N, the clause is completely necessary.” Steve insists with crossed arms.

You roll your eyes and laugh at him a little but decide not to fight him on this, signing your name messily at the bottom of the paper before passing it to Steve to sign as well. Once you both signed the paper, you took his hand in yours and gave it one firm shake to fully seal the deal, Steve even giving you a salute with his other hand, causing you to snort out a laugh. 

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Steve jokes, giving one last shake before letting your hand go. 

“I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday.” You say, gathering your few belongings before stepping out of the car. You start to shut the car door but stop halfway, leaning down again to say one more thing, “Again, I am so sorry for kissing you without your permission. So sorry.” You say sheepishly, earning some surprised laughter from Steve. 

“Henderson, seriously, it’s fine. Plus, I’ll get you back at some point this week so fair is fair.” Steve says, cheeky glint in his eyes. 

You squint your eyes at him before slamming the door shut, walking halfway up your driveway before turning around and shouting, “You better read those terms and conditions well. It said unless absolutely necessary.” You turn back around before seeing his reaction, running up to your door and wondering what the hell you had just got yourself into. 

#fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader blurb #stranger things #stranger things 4

[antithcsis]

library au pt 3???? 861 words (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

Two weeks. 

Two weeks is all it took before Regulus saw James again. He was working his usual shift, reorganizing the historical fiction section of the library after students all but ransacked the shelves trying to look for whatever book it was they needed, when one of the freshmen also working that day came up to him saying Ms. Pince wanted to see him up at the front. 

He sighed and put down the book he was holding, counting down the minutes before he was able to go outside to the statue garden again. Regulus liked to sit there and sketch the statues from different angles. Each day they looked a bit different, from snow having melted off or freshly fallen throughout the previous night, so he sat there and tried to capture their likeness as best he could. 

Of course he hadn’t forgotten what happened in the garden not ten days prior, that short interaction with James all but burned into Regulus’ brain. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the vitriol he heard in James’ voice that night, especially because it was aimed at him. He wasn't saying it wasn’t deserved–lord knows he deserved much worse than that–but it was almost like there were two different versions of James in his brain now; one before Regulus’ 21st birthday, and one after.

He couldn’t really blame James, though. He was sure that if he were to waltz right back into his brother’s life right then, Sirius wouldn’t have even recognized him. Which was probably for the best., honestly.

Regulus was still lost in thought when he approached the front desk, which was the only reason why he hadn’t immediately seen who was standing right next to it. “You called for me, Ms. Pince?”

The woman turned around, her severe stare landing on Regulus over her glasses. “Ah yes, Mr. Black. Since you are my longest standing student helper here, I was hoping that you could help show Mr. Potter how we do things here. He will only be working with us for a short period of time, but I expect him to know his way around nonetheless."

Complete dread washed down Regulus' spine in that moment, his head slowly turning around to look at the person standing to his right. Sure enough, James Potter himself was standing there in the flesh, with a look on his face that clearly showed his disdain for the situation. He tried to put on his usual charming smile for the librarian, but Regulus could see through his bullshit a mile away. 

“I take it you boys already know each other?” she asked them with a raised brow whe neither of them spoke up, looking between the twp boys as if ready for a fight to erupt at any given second. 

James looked away and cleared his throat, breaking the weird staring contest he and Regulus found themselves in. “Ah, uhm, yes, we do. I’m... friends with his brother.”

“Good! Then I can leave you to your own devices. Mr. Potter, if you would please sign these papers before you start. They are just to confirm the amount of hours you will be working with us over the next six weeks.”

James nodded and bent down over the paper, reading the text and chewing at the end of the pen in his hand. Regulus scrunched his nose at the action, a bit disgusted that he would put a publicly-used object in his mouth, but ultimately turned back towards the librarian. “Ms. Pince, are you sure there’s no one else that can show him around? I was already busy with the historical fiction section and there’s still so much left to do.”

Regulus wasn’t one to complain about things, usually taking them on the chin and simply pushing through so he could get them done as soon as possible, but he would've rather been caught dead before spending six weeks teaching James Potter of all people how to stack books. He was ready to forget their interaction two weeks ago and move on like nothing happened, but clearly the universe wasn’t done fucking with him.

How utterly perfect.

Most likely having heard Regulus, James tried and failed to hide his laugh, but Regulus could see his smug smile tucked away behind his palm. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to Ms. Pince, praying and hoping she would (unknowingly) help him out just this once. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Black, but you are the person best suited for the job. If you have any quarrels with each other, I suggest you get them sorted out now as I expect them to not interfere with your work,” she said with an air of finality before promptly turning around and walking back into her office.

Regulus barely held back a scoff at her expectations. Yeah, not bloody likely. 

“Well Black, might as well get this over with, yeah?” James said with a smug look on his face, one Regulus was moments away from wiping off with a swift punch to his cheekbone.

Instead he curled his fingers into a fist, wishing he could be literally anybody else in that moment. 

#and we're back!! #i truly have no ide where i'm going with this #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #james x regulus #marauders #marauders era #library au #m writes

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Okay, headcannon for Izuku's quirk being able to hear animals speaking. Like when he turned, a bird landed on his window and he can hear them wondering if someone could give them something to eat so Izuku gave the bird a bowl of seed.

!!!!!!!! I LOVE THATTTTTTT !!!!!!!!

Koda and izuku are best friends and Disney princesses

My question is, can the animals understand him too? I’m going to say that they can, but if you want a situation where they can’t, that’s totally valid!!!!! Tell me and I’ll do a different set of headcanons for that!!!!

I like to imagine like,,, 4-5 year old izuku hanging out in his room and a bird flies on his window sill talking to themself about food, and little izuku is just in AWE

He’d be completely overjoyed

You cannot tell me that the absolute ray of sunshine that toddler izuku is would not be like, “oh my gosh, animals, I can understand animals, can they understand me? Do they like me? If I talk to them, will I be talking in bird or do they understand Japanese? I’ll get you seeds!!!!! I wonder if it’s all animals or just birds? I wonder-“ and his brain is going a mile a minute while he just runs into the kitchen trying to ask his mom if they have any bird seed

A very confused inko gives him some bird seed and asks if he’s okay, and he’s trying to articulate that he thinks he got his quirk, but he’s an excited 4 year old with adhd, who just heard and understood a bird and is thinking about what this means for his future career as a hero, so give him a moment

He does tell her what happened, and she asks him what the bird is saying and if the bird can understand them, and he says that they can, and he’s just so happyyyyyy

Angst time, because I am a horrible person /j

Hisashi Midoriya is not happy because the quirk is likely a mutation of some kind as it doesn’t have anything to do with fire breath or attracting small objects

So, he does a deadbeat dad thing and dips

Izuku feels so guilty over it, but he can’t bring himself to hate his quirk (good) he gets to talk to animals! He can help them!!

Inko makes sure to tell him that it isn’t his fault and that he shouldn’t blame himself

Family angst is over!

UA

So, our dearest son, izuku feral Midoriya, 10000% sneaks animals into the entrance exam

I like to imagine that he went to the park beforehand and talked to a shit ton of squirrels and chipmunks and asked them to help him with the entrance exam if they could. He brings them food as a peace offering (irl you shouldn’t feed wild animals, I know this, izuku knows this, but he can tell them why they shouldn’t rely on humans for food, we cannot, so just bare with me)

But yes. Just imagine izuku giving a war cry to all the rodents that are, for reasons unknown to anyone but izuku, standing around the gates of the exam area, and suddenly like,,,, 3 dozen rodents just start running in and tearing wires out of robots

Koda and izuku are fast friends who bond over their love and respect for animals

They both have anxiety too and are the only (at the beginning) members of class a who know/use JSL!

Okay, something that just popped into my head because I was thinking of how he’d use this quirk in the sports festival, and all I could think of was like,,, Pokémon trainer izuku

And honestly,,, kinda love that

Like, he’s just in the little ring with shinsou (does shinsou’s quirk work on animals?? Like, if he asked a cat a question and even if they don’t understand him, they still meow at him, would they be under his control?) anyway, I’m assuming shinsou’s quirk doesn’t work on animals. So, izuku just brings in a fucking bear who he bribed with salmon earlier and shinsou is like, “wow. Fuck.”

But anyway. I like to imagine that izuku has a shit ton of bird houses outside his window at home, and this continues when they move into the dorms

Aizawa finds him one night talking to a cat in an alleyway, and he’s worried for his problem child being in an alleyway at night and why is he here???? And then, he sees the cat and understands.

Mic goes to check on the class a dorms the next day because his husband never came back last night and he might’ve run into trouble with his hell class, only to walk in on the green bean and his husband smuggling a cat on campus

Shota, you’re a teacher. What are you doing?

He had to. Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine.

Anyway. Class a has a new dorm cat :)

I hope you like theseeee!!!! They were really fun to write and think about!!!! Izuku and koda being Disney princesses is now something that I hold very dear to my heart 😭😭

#izuku bringing random animals back to the dorms because they need help #koda’s animals also love izuku and he loves them too #bnha #mha #my hero academia headcanons #izuku quirk au #Disney princess koda #Disney princess izuku #izuku midoriya #dadzawa and his problem child #dadmic #izuku problem child midoriya #feral izuku #koji koda #inko midoriya

[galaxyhanart]

Your Cabinet Man AU has made me WEAK

But really it's so cool! I was just wondering how you think your AU would react to the Ninja from the actual show? Like its a stupid thought but I always find crossovers, etc. interesting and whatnot

Also is Morro like apart of the Ninja team or more on the side and doing his own thing? Living his life(again). And for Seabound does Morro play a active role and have his powers acting up too since him and Nya are technically “not elemental masters” and are their own thing. I can see Morro feeling so guilty that Nya was the one that went and blaming himself, cause he isn't “needed for the team”(depending on how you're doing this of course and you seem to like angst as much as me). And where does he go when everyone seperates.

I'm just really into Morro’s part for this AU

(My brain has been going a mile a minute thinking about the differences between your AU and the show have and how yours has so much more angst)

WAHHHH THANK U THANK U I saw all your tags on my posts i'm glad you like the AU :DDDDD

I'm not one to think TOO much about how canon characters would react to AU versions of themself, but I feel like Canon Jay would be like oh my First Master is this guy okay (spoiler alert he's not)

Since they both hide their traumas behind jokes, they'd probably see through each other pretty quick and have a mutual trauma dumping session lmao

i also decided that Skybound wouldn't get undone at the end of the season bc i Really Hate that plot point so Canon Jay (or at least how i draw him) and CM! Jay have different scars and I think it'd be funny for Canon Jay to be like "OH MY GOD THE SCARS FROM NADAKHAN ARE STILL ON YOUR FACE" and CM! Jay responding with "wELL WHY DOES YOURS LOOK LIKE A LIGHTNING BOLT SCRAPED DOWN THE SIDE OF YOUR FACE"

I think Morro would be like a temporary member of the team! He stays with them for a while to recuperate and get used to being alive again, but he does want to work out his own emotions and find a life and purpose outside of trying to be the green ninja. He has a room in the monastery and everything but he's only there like half the time. I DO think it'd be very interesting to have him play a role in Seabound, especially since wind and water would BOTH be affected by everything going down. I'm not sure exactly what that role would be since most of Seabound I was. Sobbing. And I haven't had the heart to rewatch it yet LMAO

Morro's biggest purpose in the AU so far is to help Jay, actually. The two become pretty close as Morro helps Jay go through the same issues HE went through in terms of coping with being an Alive Person again. This is partly self-indulgent bc I want Morro and Jay to be friends so bad so so so bad canon why did you take this from me they could've been pranksters together it wouLD'VE BEEN SO FUN-

also yes! my AU has much more angst than canon heehehehe I like the themes of hurt/comfort that angsty scenarios can provide, so I'm kinda fucking up Jay more than canon does heeheehehehe also it's kind of hard to make "trapped in a video game for half your life and not even realize you're a PERSON" not angsty

Skybound is 100% on me tho I looked at that season and went we did not see Jay suffer enough so it's on me to fix that and also fix the rest of the season too bc it kinda sucks i have a love-hate relationship with it

#ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU APPRECIATE THIS RAMBLE i've been so busy i haven't been able to make new art content but i love talking about it #so asks are ALWAYS welcome to fill that void of time until i can post again #BUT YES THANK U SO MUCH I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE AU AHHH #cabinet man AU #ninjago #galaxyhantalks #ask #jay walker #prime empire #skybound #seabound

[strangerthings64]

It’s only love, nobody dies.

Eddie Munson x Gn Reader

Warning: mention of Eddie's death, mention of toxic parents, mention of previous sex acts, crying, angst, reader blaming themself for Eddie's death.

Word Count: 3K

Description: Reader wakes up realizing it's all just a dream...

A/N:  I am still recovering from Eddie's death and it hurts so much to write for him so this is all I could muster out right now!! :(

Also, I wrote this fic based on "It's only love, nobody dies." By Sofia Carson, the lyrics are in bold.

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"My mind is an island out at sea I just wanna meet, but you're going the wrong way.

Midnight and the moon is testing me, so if you take me home I hope you take the long way."

The sound of a ding fills your ears as you rush in through the doors, Eddie following right behind you chuckling as he places his arm over your shoulder. Both your lips a bit swollen from your mini make out session only minutes ago, that was when you got the idea to have cherry slushees at 12 am in the morning. You fast walk over to the slushee dispenser as Eddie skims over the aisles looking for something to eat.

"Eds come over here and pick your slushee!" He grins at you chuckling a bit as he watches you almost bounce out of your shoes over a frozen drink, he grabs a can of Pringles and walks over to where you're at.

"You look adorable jumping up and down like that over a damn slushee." You giggle, placing the cup under the dispenser and filling your cup to the top, careful not to spill any.

"Well sorry, I can't help it you know how much I love cherry slushees!" You say, glancing over at him and placing a straw in your cup. you bring it up to your lips taking a huge sip of the frozen drink almost causing yourself a brain freeze, you groan shutting your eyes and getting lost in the flavor.

"You good there or should I call for help?" he asks raising his eyebrow, tossing the can of Pringles from one hand to the other as he chuckles at your reaction to the drink.

"Honestly Ed's this is better than sex!" You said a smug look on your face as you raise your eyebrows waiting for his response, he just chuckles at you bringing you in for a hug and kissing your forehead as you smile. He pulls back from you and grabs a cup placing it under the dispenser.

"I'll have to take your word for it, because personally for me I like it when you're trembling underneath me but to each their own I guess." He says winking at you as he continues to fill his cup up. Your face becomes warm as you shake your head averting your eyes elsewhere.

"No sorry I still choose slushees." You said looking back at him, tilting your head a bit he nods taking a sip of his blue raspberry slushee.

"Ok, but if I asked you last night you would say something else. Remember last night? when you were bouncing on my co-" you slapped your hand over his mouth as he smirks at you trying to bite your fingers, you quickly pull your hand away.

"Oh my God, Eddie there are other people around shut up!" You yell chuckling at him, as he pulls you closer with his free hand, rubbing up and down your side.

"Good I want them to hear how I please you." He whispers in your ear a devilish grin on his face as you shake your head hiding your face in his chest.

"Shall we go pay my darling?" He asked smugly. You roll your eyes at him as you nod your head, both of you heading towards the cash register.

"Cause I just wanna drive with you, with you, drive with you. I wanna kill the lonely.

Wanna be falling asleep on the passenger side of your car and if we give it a night, we'll know better where we are and where we're not.

So give me your kiss now, don't wanna think about going alone without.

It's only love, nobody dies Should we share a kiss? Now don't wanna talk about going alone without It's only love, nobody dies."

The sound of our laughter was heard from miles away, as he drove around taking sharp turns every now and then just to hear your small gasps, your heart beating wildly out of your chest every time.

"Eddie, baby stop we're gonna crash!" You yell over the radio, some Metallica song playing loudly, the beat so loud you could feel it in your chest.

"Where in an empty parking lot, the only thing we'll crash into is that tree!" He yells back at you grinning wildly the sides of his eyes crinkling up a bit, as he points his index finger at the tree all the way at the end of the parking lot. He was just happy to be having this moment with you knowing how stressful these last few months have been for both of you and seeing you smiling and laughing made his heart swell never wanting to see it go away.

"We're fine (y/n), I promise I won't let anything happen to you, I'll always protect you no matter what." He says as he speeds up a bit doing a huge loop around the parking lot as your screams get louder, smiling so hard it hurt.

"That's why I made sure your wearing your seatbelt silly!" He says, taking his right hand off the steering wheel and tugging slightly at your belt as you quickly push his hand back to the wheel.

"Keep your hands on the damn wheel!" You shout covering your eyes, the drinks in the cup holder threatening to spill as the car shakes.

"Oh my God Eddie Munson we're gonna die!" you yell. Sticking your hand out the window feeling the wind pushing it backwards. All the windows rolled down letting in the coolest breeze in, enough to feel the chill in your bones as your hair whipped around in every direction the ends of your hair getting caught in your mouth you quickly grab it and spit it out as Eddie laughs at you.

"I don't plan on dying tonight baby!" he yells fist-pumping the air as the beat in the song drops, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"We're gonna live forever my love because guess what?" he says turning to look at you as the car comes to a halt. You huff running a hand through your hair as you try catching your breath. Chuckling you lean over and place a kiss on his nose.

"What my love?" you ask pulling back and leaning your head against the headrest you look over at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

"It's only love, nobody dies." He says turning back to look at the main window and slamming his foot on the gas, as you scream bloody murder his laughs and your screams echoing all over the parking lot.

"I know there's a part of you, you hide and you convinced yourself that I will hold it against you.

There are other ways that you move to shield your plan other than this thing I only pretend to.

I just wanna drive real fast, real fast with you until we kill the lonely.

Wanna be falling asleep on the passenger side of your car, and if we give it a night no matter who we are and who we're not. So give me your kiss now, don't wanna think about going alone without.

It's only love, nobody dies. Should we share a kiss? Now don't wanna talk about going alone without it's only love, nobody dies."

Your eyes shot open, meet with nothing but silence and darkness. Gasping you reach over to Eddie's side of the bed feeling nothing but cold empty sheets you sit up and turn on the lamp on the bedside table. You yell out his name and wait a few seconds but no response comes from any part of your apartment. Pulling the blanket off your body you stand up and run out of the room, franticly searching for him.

"If you're gonna walk me, it won't be tonight

If you're gonna watch, no, it won't be tonight

Better if it hurts, at least you'll know what it's like

It's only love, nobody dies.

You find your way outside your apartment the rain splashing down onto the pavement, the slight breeze making the rain colder then it should of been. You stop in front of his car that had been parked in your driveway, you huff out running your hands through your wet tangled hair, heat beating a million miles per hour as you search for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

You shake your head choking on your tears as you screaming his name your voice muffled but the rain, even then there was no response from him as all the memories start flooding back into your mind.

You couldn't escape it no matter how hard you tried to forget, no matter how much you wanted to move on it wouldn't go away replaying like a horror movie in your head every night and day. His favorite shirt ripped in tiny little pieces, the teeth marks and scratches littering his sides, the blood dripping down from your hands staining your clothes as you try to stop the bleeding. His screams for you to stop as you applied pressure to his wounds..... and his final words to you and Dustin, the tears running down yours and Dustin's face as you cradling his lifeless body.

“Wanna be falling asleep on the passenger side of your car, and if we give it a night, No matter where we are and where we're not

So give me your kiss now. Don't wanna think about going alone without It's only love, nobody dies.

Should we share a kiss? Now don't wanna talk about going alone without,

It's only love, nobody dies."

It was all coming back to you and you were drowning because of it, no amount of rain surrounding you right now was like the grief that was taking over your body.

You drop to your knees clutching your chest trying to find the air to breath but it was as if all the air in the world had disappeared. He was gone, your Eddie was dead his heart gave out before you even had the chance to tell him you loved him one last time.

He died before he even got to live his life, and now no more smiles and no more laughs, no more fist pumps and jumping up and down when he was excited, no more playing his guitar and writing little songs for you, no more I loves you, no more kisses, no more him... he was gone and yet he was everywhere you looked the whole town knew about Eddie Munson now but not in a good way.

He was a freak to this town before and now he'd never get to be anything else other then a dead murderer to this town. Despite him being everywhere you looked you wish it would all just go away. So you could forget he ever existed because it hurt to much to even think about him. But you couldn't, this town wouldn't let him rest as they dragged his name through the mud.

It hurt to much like a shot to your heart, knowing he's never get to "snatch that diploma and run like hell outta here" like he had told you he'd do so many times before. A month from now when you graduated he wouldn't be there cheering for you as they called your name. You wouldn't walk that stage with him saying your goodbyes and thanking god you made it. Now you'd walk it all alone and as his uncle and friends cheering for you and everyone else sneered and booed, dragging your name through the mud as well. It had only been two weeks of his death and it felt like an eternity how many more sleepless nights did you have to go through? And when you finally got to sleep you either had nightmares of his death or happy dreams only to wake up to this endless nightmare without him.

How many more mornings alone? As you remembered getting dress for school with him by your side helping you pick out your outfits as you ran around the house goofing off and being late for school to many times to count. Now your always on time, as you get dress on your own in silence. Wayne sleeping on the couch you tried your hardest not to disturb him knowing how much losing Eddie affected him and kept him up most nights as well.

Wayne and Eddie were your family, after endless fights with your parents Eddie grabbed your shit and packed it up taking you out of that house while your parents screamed at you to come back. You were so nervous to move in at first, yes you knew Wayne very well having spend many days and nights over at the Munson household but moving in was a whole other story. Wayne being the Angel he is was happy you where here seeing you as his on child as well, the trailer park quickly becoming your new home.

And after Eddie died and the house was destroyed you were going to beg your parents to let you move back in with them, but Wayne didn't back up on anything he said before. He got both of you a one bedroom apartment going back to sleeping on the couch like he always use to when you lived together with Eddie.

He took you in like you were his own, but with Eddie gone you felt like an intruder, a stranger in this home. How long until he realized it was your fault his nephew was gone, that he died protecting you. That he died fighting off those demo-bats so you could live and not from an earthquake like Dustin told him he had.

A slight scream escapes your lips, as you shake your head, face wet from both rain and tears. Taking your fists you punch the floor repeatedly until the skin on your knuckles break, causing blood to trickle down them.

How many more people would stare at you wherever you went out? Like you where a monster, a weed sucking the life out of everything on this earth just because you loved Eddie Munson. How many more people would throw drinks and food at you and your friends? As you sat minding your own business eating your lunch as you tried your hardest not to cry, eyes glued to his chair he always sat in.

How many more bruises on your face and hands from the fights you got into? As your friends pried them off you, your lungs burning from yelling at them that Eddie didn't do it and all the would do is laugh and spit at your face calling you a "murderer fucker" or "a killer lover ".

How long until you where finally ok? Until you didn't feel like this black hole the size of Eddie was ripped into your chest. When would that bleeding hole in place of your heart finally heal, leaving a huge scar for everyone to gawk at. Would you fade into nothing over time? Or would you start to rot just like his body was in the upside down.

"(y/n) what are you doing out here it's 3 in the morning?!" Wayne shouts at you the rain slightly muffling his voice. When had he come outside? It had to have been when you were lost in thought.

"He's gone Wayne, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect him, I'm so sorry it should of been me who died that night not him." You choke out in between sobs as you cry into your hands, the guilt eating away at you like a rusty boat in water.

"It wasn't your fault (y/n), he died protecting the person he loved if you ask me I'd say it was poetic way to die." He said gazing down at you. His heart hurting just as much as yours but he wanted to help you feel better. You sniffle, wiping your tears away as you shake your head chuckling bitterly. Poetic? Nothing about the way he died was poetic, it was messy and horrific, you'd never fully heal from it even if you tried.

"I'm sorry Wayne, I'm so fucking sorry." You repeat knowing no matter how much you apologized it wouldn't change what happened. It doesn't matter how much you loved Eddie he wouldn't be back, because you can't love someone back to life.

"It's only love, nobody dies." His words replaying in your mind over and over again, as you stare off at his car. Wayne sighs, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He grabs a hold of your forearms and helps you up.

"Let's get you back inside dear before you catch a cold, Ed wouldn't want that now would he." He said wrapping his arm around your shoulder, rubbing up and down trying to warm you up as much as possible, you nod your head as he leads you inside.

"It's only love, nobody dies." But your gone now and I'm here alone.

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A/N: Holy shit I think this is the longest fic I've ever written!! I hope y'all like it. I just felt like letting the sadness settle in. Losing Eddie has really affected my mental health and I questioned if I should even continue writing at all, but I love writing even if no one reads it I'll keep writing and I promise I'll write happy things again but for right now it's kinda hard. And as always please reblog and comment I'd really appreciate it, feedback is always wanted let me know what I can improve on!!! 💕

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[gledesma]

《 Solo 》Unsung heroes

There were many unspoken rules when you were a dispatcher; they had a list in the staff kitchenette and lunchroom for new employees to see. And one of them was to never mention the day being quiet. Gael also felt like just thinking about it could jinx it too. And he'd blamed himself for thinking too hard about other things for when so many phones starter ringing at the same time.

Headset in place, focused and ready, he picked up the call. "911, what’s your emergency?"

"My dad can't breath and he can’t talk. He needs help! Please!" The voice was not only frantic, but also extremely young. And it was obvious they would need to act fast.

With a calm and empathetic voice, Gael responded. "Alright, can you tell me you name and your address so I can send help to your dad?" Some kids couldn't and it made things harder, but one was able to give both her name; Maya and her address, which he quickly typed it into his computer to dispatch the needed help to the little girl and her father.

"Hi Maya, my name is Gael and help is on the way. Can you tell me what happened to your dad?" He asked, hoping he'd be able to do more. "He ate something and now he can’t breathe. He has allergies." So this could be a severe allergic reaction and gazing at the address, it would take a moment. Goddammit!

"Okay, it might take a few minutes for the ambulance to get there, Maya. Is there anyone else with you and your dad?" He figured that it was the case, but just to be safe. "No, just me and my little brother." His brain went into overdrive. "Alright, Maya. I need you to stay calm and listen to me carefully. Can you do that for me?" The crying girl still gave him a strong yes. That was good, excellent even!

"Good. You're doing so good Maya. Do you know if your dad has something called an EpiPen?" The little girl was clearly confused and had no idea what he was talking about. So he explained further. "It’s a special medicine that can help your dad breathe. Look around the house and see if you can find it. It looks like a really big pen, usually with orange tip and blue cap." He heard Maya looking around; drawers and cabinets being opened. "I can't find it!" Came the panicked voice through the line.

Gael stayed calmed, even if his mind was going a thousand miles per hour now. "It’s okay, Maya. Take a deep breath. Can you look in the kitchen? Sometimes people keep it in the fridge." Please God... give me a fucking miracle! "I FOUND IT!" Gael was so happy to hear that screamed through his headset.

What a relief. "Great job, Maya! Now, I need you to listen carefully. The EpiPen has a blue cap on one end and a needle on the other, that's the orange side. Take the blue cap off and push the needle into your dad’s thigh. Can you do that for me?" Now, the little girl sounded more determined when she responded to him. "Yes! I can do it."

"You're a brave girl, Maya. Count to three and then push the needle in at strong as you can. Hold it there for three hippopotamus. We'll count them together." He said encouragingly before Maya did as told and they counted together. Once it was done, Gael tried to be reassuring again. "Good job, Maya. Now, tell me, is your dad breathing better?" Just... he needed that answer to be positive for that little girl. "Yes, he is! Thank you, Gael!" Maya said excitedly while obviously crying and that made him smile. "You’re most welcome, Maya. The ambulance is almost there. Can you go and unlock the door for them, darling?"

"Yes, I can do that!" Maya replied and ran to what he assumed was the front door. And right on time, Gael heard the ambulance arriving at the little girl’s home and paramedics rushing into the house to attend to the little girl's dad. Gael hung up after one last goodbye sighed, looking relieved. "Another life saved." He murmured to himself.

Today was a good day.

#{{about #{{Lone×dispatcher

[gurrenwrites]

Jada's Smile- A Short Story

Synopsis: When climate change and civil war ravage the United States, who gets blamed?

Day 12

"You seen Parasite?"

"No, why?"

"That movie haunts me to this day."

"Damn, it's really that scary?"

"In a way, yes, but not in the way you'd expect."

"We'll have to watch it once this is all said and done."

"Yeah, for sure."

The waves pounded against the edge of the creaky, wooden dock. The ocean was getting increasingly relentless as the sun etched its way lower and lower into the sky. The waning of the sun almost made it feel heavier in my pocket, its weight fluctuating and pulsating with each stride.

With each passing minute of agonizing, conversational lull, its mass grew and grew. Suddenly I found myself limping, struggling to carry its weight with just my right leg alone. Biting my lip, I maintained my stride to the best of my ability, careful not to hint at my struggle.

But Jada knew; she always knew. She looked at me with that stinging concern.

"You ok, Jack?"

"Yeah, of course."

"You don't seem ok."

"Well I am, trust me."

Another surge of growth; another wince.

"Alright guys," she stopped, turning to face our two companions. "We really should find a place to rest for the night."

"And get some food, right? I'm fuckin starving!" Dad smiled with excitement, bringing his wheelchair to a halt.

"I just gave you a granola bar two hours ago!" Amber clocked dad on the back of his head.

"One for me, four for you, right?" Dad chuckled, poking at her admittedly large stomach.

"Bastard," she sighed, unable to hide her smirk.

I still didn't fully understand why Amber chose to travel with us in the first place. Sure, Dad really had no other choice but to come; after all, he couldn't survive without me as his caretaker. Amber, on the other hand, was a fully capable woman in her 40s, not a legless veteran. She still had a whole Walmart to run, even without me as her top employee. But whether it be out of loyalty to me, a lust for adventure, or simply being a good person, she insisted on joining us until Jada was safe for good.

"Look, I know a nice hotel about a mile up ahead. I used to go there with my parents as a kid. The price is a bit steep, but they do free food for guests. What do you say we see if we can get a room?" Jada asked.

"Sounds good to me, I ain't broke just yet!" Dad excitedly wheeled ahead of us.

In agreement, we continued our stroll.

I instinctively reached down for my left pocket, clawing for a cellphone that I knew was no longer there. It's so easy for our brains to form routine, to take the luxuries of modern life for granted. If it were just a few years earlier, I would have been able to call ahead and make sure the hotel had a room before we trekked all the way over there. But the war had a funny way of taking things we were used to and chucking them into a dumpster fire.

The sunset had blossomed into a magnificent orgy of orange and violet. The waves crashed with increasing ferocity below, water beginning to leak up onto the dock's surface.

"Hey Jada?" I winced over pain from my adjacent pocket.

"What's up?"

"We're gonna make sure you're safe, I promise."

A glistening, white smile slid across her ebony skin. That smile was my purpose. That smile made it all worth it.

Day 36

Jada and I sat among the sisters as the sunrise leaked in through the pristine, glass windows compiling the lounge's walls. With no watch or phone, I couldn't really tell what time it was. But given the sun's position on the ocean's horizon, it was early enough for Amber and Dad to still be fast asleep in our room. For me on the other hand, sleep was a luxury that my mind simply wouldn't allow. Jada was no stranger to this insomnia either. I think guilt kept her awake at night; I can always feel it flaring up in my pocket as the night etches deeper and deeper into inky darkness.

"So young man, what brings you to our monastery?" the oldest of the nuns asked, breaking my train of thought.

They kindly took us in so late at night, I almost forgot they hadn't questioned our purpose before sending us off to shower and sleep. I looked at Jada, who nodded in approval. This meant I could choose between one of three pre-rehearsed cover stories. I strategically selected the one that would get us the most value out of these nuns.

"Her," I gently patted Jada on the back.

"You see, she was separated from her parents when the war hit New York, and ended up displaced down here in the south. We're traveling north to find her parents, which is very difficult without phones or the internet."

"Ah my poor things! What a nasty thing that war; we tried to stay out of it to the best of our abilities," the sister assured. "After all, the church must remain neutral in all conflicts."

"Though we all really know who's to blame here," another sister chimed in.

She sat legs crossed with a smug smile, middle aged, blonde, with a reddened complexion.

"Those nasty witches! Without them, none of this nonsense would have ever begun in the first place," a third sister, with graying, raven-black hair confirmed.

Anger bubbled inside my chest.

"I really don't think that's true. Witches, if you insist on calling them that, are just misunderstood, that's all. You can't blame the object dependent for years of our irresponsibility when they didn't even exist yet."

"Are you seriously defending those vile monsters?" the black-haired nun sneered.

Jada gripped my hand. It began to flare in my pocket as her nervousness grew, sending spasms of pain shooting down my leg.

The blonde sister huffed and smacked the arm of her chair, "I swear to our heavenly father, if I see one of those godforsaken degenerates, I'll kill her myself!"

"Amen," all the sisters chimed in in unison.

"Wow, such a beautiful morning!" Amber suddenly strolled in, wheeling a yawning Dad before her. "We should spend some time relaxing on the beach before the water gets too rowdy."

"We were actually just about to get going, weren't we Jack?" Jada shot up from her chair, yanking me up with her.

"But why wouldn't we stay just a few more hours? We have all day to walk," Amber said.

"You really gonna argue with her, Jack? She always gets what she wants," Dad chuckled, taking a sip of coffee from an ancient-looking mug.

"We have to get going Amber, we're on a schedule," I gritted my teeth.

Still, she failed to pick up on my que, gazing at Jada and I with complete cluelessness. She would get it soon enough. My leg was on fire; I couldn't keep my pain hidden any longer. A golden glow burst from my pocket, illuminating the room with a yellow tinge.

The oldest sister sprang up from her armchair with startling ferocity for a woman of her age.

"A familiar!," she pointed with a shriek.

Jada broke free from my hand, and turned to me.

"Run!"

Day 1,012

The smog was unbearably thick this morning, if it was still morning that is. It was hard to tell this close to a facility. Amber, Jada, and I trudged through the jungle of mutated dunegrass, barely able to see just a few feet ahead of us. We would not have been able to make it any further if we still had to push dad around.

I found myself stopping. My pocket wasn't any heavier than the usual, constant heft, but the weight in my chest was paralyzing.

As if reading my mind, Jada placed her arm around my shoulder.

"We have to keep moving; this is dangerous territory."

"I know, I know."

"I can hold it if you want me to. It's easier for me to carry; you know that."

"We can't; it's too risky to keep you together. You know that as well as I do."

"Give it to me then; stop being so stubborn," Amber reached out with the annoyed compassion that used to bug the hell out of me during our Walmart days. But those days were long gone; Amber wasn't my supervisor anymore.

"NO," I barked, immediately regretting my tone.

This took both of them aback; they gently stepped away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just... it's just..."

Before I could finish, I felt the warmth of Jada's arms surround me, immediately followed by Amber's from the other side.

"Think about how far we've come," Jada said. "We can't stop now, we have to keep moving forward."

"It's what your dad would have wanted," Amber added.

I stood up, breaking off from my companions.

"You're right; we have to keep going!" I turned to Jada, "we'll find you somewhere safe in no time, I promise."

The rustling pierced my ears before I could continue on.

Instinctually, I leapt on top of Jada, knocking her to the ground, covering her entire body with mine. Before she even had time to ask what was going on, a small group of soldiers crashed through the brush toting massive, monstrous guns, pointing their long barrels directly at us.

"You three! Who are you? What are you doing on facility grounds?"

Amber confidently slid in front of us; her cover story ready to go.

"We're so sorry sir. You see, I'm trying to get my niece and nephew to New York City, they got separated from their family during the war and..."

"Very funny. You know as well as I do that Manhattan is underwater."

My heart sunk. It wasn't our true destination, but it was our cover for so long that it almost felt true, like an artificial goal. Now even the waves had taken that from us.

"We... we didn't know that actually. We don't really get much news when traveling like this."

"Can I see your identification?" another soldier stepped forward.

Suddenly my pocket spasmed, sending me shooting off of Jada. She was clearly in a panic.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here," the first soldier chuckled. "If it isn't the infamous Wicked Witch of the East herself. You really think you could hide from us with that hair, that scar? You're wanted everywhere; nowhere's safe for you."

My pocket strained, beginning to tear; it was the heaviest I ever felt it since I met her.

"You're coming with us," the second pointed his gun in our faces.

Grabbing Jada's hand, I attempted to burst into a sprint. It was fruitless; she was ripped apart from me near-instantly.

"Jack, Amber, run! Run as far away as you can! I'll be fine! I promise! GO!" she struggled in the arms of her captors.

My pocket burst open, sending it smashing onto the ground below.

The relief on my leg was unexplainable, but the weight on my chest was ever present. I was paralyzed with fear.

"GET THAT GUY AND GET THAT THING, NOW!" the soldier holding Jada screamed.

"I'll be fine, I promise," Jada smiled.

The smile shattered my heart and reformed it over and over again in an agonizing loop. My only goal was to keep her safe, keep that smile safe, and I failed.

"You haven't failed yet."

Suddenly my adrenaline came back in full force. I hoisted it from the ground, turned to Amber, and we ran.

"I swear I'll stay nearby; I'll keep it close until we find a way to get you out of there! I won't let you die! I'll keep you safe; I promise!" I screamed as we sped past the soldiers and deeper into the grass.

It withered down to its normal size as my shouts echoed back to Jada.

Day 3,650

The heat beat down upon me with sizzling ferocity. Wiping the globs of sweat from my unruly, greying beard, I continued to push the wheelchair across the abandoned road. Soon the heat would be too high, and the water too scarce to push on, but we'd worry about that when it comes. That's how we made it this long after all.

Chunks of the shattered boardwalk sat submerged in blue, relentlessly bobbing in the roaring waves. The blue monsters etched closer and closer, gnawing away at the edge of the street. But the road was only so thin, and traversing the ruins of the hotel strip to our right wouldn't be possible with Jada's condition.

She sat contently, happily humming along with a tune only she could hear. I needed to get her water fast. But the waves were too close; I couldn't leave her here while I explored the ruins for the narrow chance that some half-drunk bottles lay in the rubble.

It sat nearly weightless in my pocket, the smallest it had ever been. Just one wrong move and it would shatter into a million pieces. I couldn't take any more risks if I wanted to keep her safe, if I wanted to see that smile again.

"Hey Jada?"

"Yeah?" she turned up

"You seen Parasite?"

"No, why?"

"That movie haunts me to this day."

#jada's smile #writeblr #original fiction #short story #dystopia #scifi #science fiction

[neuronary]

okay so it's like. a solid five months post-russians and dustin just will not shut the fuck up about how steve and robin would make such a great couple, dude.

which. like. steve gets it, because he guesses that, yes, from dustin's perspective it is kind of weird that they're not a thing. and a solid 50% of hawkins high thinks they're dating at this point anyway. (robin says he can't blame his lack of game on that but robin is also full of shit.) but the thing is is that whenever dustin brings this up it's, like, a mild annoyance for steve at best, right? kind of bullshit that his kid brother the kid he babysits is trying to give him dating advice so he can win over his lesbian best friend, but not such a big deal. the problem is that eventually he gives up on steve and starts saying that shit to robin. and it gets to her. steve doesn't totally get why, exactly, but he can imagine that it must suck when people keep reminding you that they expect you to be fundamentally different to the way that you are. (maybe he doesn't exactly have to imagine, given his parents', y'know. everything.) it doesn’t really matter why, anyway, because it really, really bothers her and that bothers steve because she gets enough shit from hawkins-at-large for dressing a little weird and being a little hyper sometimes as it is. but no matter what he does or says dustin will not shut the fuck up about it. and it all comes to a head when he’s wheedling, again, like he thinks he can get them together by annoying them into it, and robin has had a shitty enough day already because ms. forst won't get off her dick about her math scores and her mom won’t get off her dick about her clothes and steve knows for a fact that she got barely three hours of sleep last night. so when she slumps lower into her seat, she looks so completely miserable that steve just snaps and yells because i'm gay!

you could hear a fucking pin drop, during the split second where all three of them are trying to process what exactly the fuck steve just said. then dustin starts yelling and steve and robin both start panicking and steve has to pull over because he's pretty sure he's gonna hit a tree otherwise because why the fuck did he say that. and henderson is talking a mile a minute asking questions like how did you give me such good advice about girls and how long did you know and what about nancy and steve can feel his chest getting tight as he whiteknuckles the steering wheel and robin makes an aborted gesture of some kind and dustin, for the first time in two years, stops talking. steve sort of feels like he's going to be sick as he grits out an it's complicated as a sort of catch-all answer to dustin’s numerous questions. and then a pair of arms wrap around the seat and his chest and he can feel dustin's hair tickling against his shoulder and steve is man enough to admit that his eyes aren't dry when the kid goes you're still my friend. you know that, right, steve?

and steve’s stupid broken brain chooses that exact moment to give him a spasm and his head knocks into dustin’s as his neck jerks and his arm flies out and nearly hits robin in the face. (nice reflexes, buckley.) and that sets them all off laughing so hard that the whole accidental-fake-coming-out thing gets ignored for another ten minutes. until robin grabs dustin’s wrist before he climbs out of the car and says, urgently, you know you can’t tell anyone about steve, right? and henderson says yeah and robin says no i mean anyone, midget. you can’t breathe a word, okay? and steve is wide-eyed as she holds dustin in place and says, intense like he’s only ever seen her once before, not any of your little friends, and especially not wheeler. junior or especially especially senior, got it? and steve just barely bites back the same question as dustin: why especially not nancy?

so robin brings up some points about steve’s ex-girlfriend that explain why robin has resisted steve’s attempts to get them to make friends: 

nancy wheeler is steve’s ex-girlfriend. 

nancy wheeler’s parents voted, very enthusiastically, for ronald reagan. 

nancy wheeler owns multiple guns.

she’d never do the thing that robin is implying, steve knows that. he says that, but pretty weakly, because the truth is however certain he can be that nancy wouldn’t shoot him, he can’t say she would be... okay. with him. with robin, he has to correct himself inside his head. he’s not gay, he’s just covering for robin. he’s being a good friend.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #the dakota dm fics have breached containment #send an emergency dispatch #disclaimer i don't think nancy is that kind of homophobic #but i do think that robin would think that #also sorry to the fruity four fans but i cannot imagine nancy wheeler as queer #it just doesn't click right in my head #she's the token heterosexual of the teens #anyways the fallout of this whole situation is that steve fully gives up on getting a gf for the foreseeable future #and dustin starts trying to matchmake #it takes four tries to get to eddie #dustin also has a Journey Of Discovery #anyways

[rindecisions]

WIP WORD SEARCH

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

Thank you @daysarestranger for the tag!! 🤍

I wanted to use the fic I just posted, but my dumb ass brain didn't see it titled WIP. So I'll tack in on under the 'Read More' line ^-^

My Big Bang would be perfect for this but alas. Here's what I could find amongst my 10+ WIPS

My words are: street, hair, minute, finally, crowd

Street

The Devil of Hawkins - Partially posted

Max’s face fell in annoyance. “The dare was to stay overnight in a haunted house,” she said plainly. “So me and Lucas went to the attic, Erica was looking around the house or playing in the playground across the street. Then out of nowhere Jason and his basketball goonies came in and started attacking us, saying we were doing a ritual to summon the devil or something, blaming us for Chrissy’s death. He even pulled a gun on Lucas.”

🔞Hair

Give Me Fuel, Give Me Fire - Partially posted

When he felt Eddie’s dick growing inside his ass, he gasped and gripped his hair in anticipation. Eddie grunted at his hair being pulled but it was just one more thing that urged him toward a full erection. As he got harder, it started to feel better, and he began to enjoy the sensitivity. He gripped Steve’s shoulders and groaned as he buried his dick inside his ass. Steve’s relieved shout made his skin dance with electricity. At least this time he wasn’t going to get off so quickly.

Minute

The Target - A VERY dark Mungrove/Steddie fic

After following the guy for a few weeks, Billy finally felt confident enough to act. He parked about a mile and a half away, keeping his truck out of sight. He, grabbed a small bag of supplies and trekked to the man’s semi isolated house, making sure to stay out of sight as he did. After about a 40 minute walk, he found himself in the man's backyard. There were no lights on, but he didn’t know when the last light went off, so he hung back by the tree line for about an hour.

Finally

Demositter - Steve has to babysit Dustin's secret pet

Carefully, he stepped near the thing and set the candy bar on the ground in front of it’s limp face petals. He jumped when it chittered and scooped the candy into it’s mouth as it scrambled to it’s feet. It playfully tossed it in the air a couple of times before finally eating it and making a sound similar to a purr. Steve gasped and tensed when Bart turned it’s attention to him. It lowered it’s head and chittered as it slowly stepped toward him.

🔞Crowd

Freak Obsession - Steve stalks Eddie

I don’t know why I didn’t expect it, but I hadn’t even considered that Eddie would end up singing. When the first sound to hit the microphone was a well timed shout, I felt dizzy and got a cramp as my dick jumped to full mast in record time. That sound had been locked away for later use. I watched in awe as I vaguely ran my fingers over the bulge in my jeans. His singing voice, while unrefined, was just as nice as speaking voice. I could listen to it for hours. Our eyes met for a second as he scanned the crowd and I thought for sure the zipper on my jeans was about to bust. Those eyes with that makeup, I was only human.

That was fun!

No pressure tags: @xirayn @salamandergoo & @vankaar

Your words: Idea, Delay, People, Average, Eager

Just because I want to!

Here are those same words for my newest fic. Funnily enough it contains all of them.

Street

Hair

Minute

Finally

Crowd

#Tag Game #Stranger Things #Steddie #Fic #Fanfiction #Fanfics

[i-didnt-do-1t]

So uhhh Skittery Thought

Popping him in the stage show universe bc it's all my brain can focus on-

Skittery used to be exactly as his name implied: extremely skittish, ready to run at the first sight of trouble. But when some of the younger boys started looking up to him, he did everything he could to work on himself. He ended up a bit more grumpy and cynical, but he stopped himself from running as much because he had kids to protect. Then Finch comes along almost exactly like Skittery used to be, nervous and jumpy, also ready to run.

I think they'd be friends.

Pls I am so open to skittery thoughts all of the time always (especially rn because my brain is just whirring a mile a minute about Everything lmao)

(Also I’m sorry this got long)

So true!! Skittery used to be real skittish, loud noises, slammed doors, yelling (he ran away from home for a reason)- it all gets him a little on edge and visibly too, he’ll start to fidget and pick at his nails but he doesn’t let any of it show on his face, (cuz he used to be able to pick at his nails under the table, where no one would notice, cuz if they noticed-)

when he gets to the lodging house, there’s alotta adjusting he’s got to do because these boys are loud, but skittery has been there a long time now- he got his nickname right near the start when some kid (who’s now gone) noticed how violently he full body flinched when a horse got a little out of a cops control behind him (which, fair enough skits)

But from that moment on he was dubbed skittery- he lives up to the nickname, especially once he realises he has a habit for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he likes to follow up on the various bad ideas he hears people have, likes hearing how they turn out, but it often results in him getting the blame for things he’s just a witness to and he has since taken to sprinting the minute it looks like anyone Responsible who could blame him for something, is coming.

And then one of the kids actually gets caught stealing, and it’s a plan that skittery knew they had devised and he had told them was a bad idea but he can’t just stand back and watch it happen so as much as he hates it and as much as he feels the urge to just neck it back to the lodging house, he steps up to the cop instead, just to try and talk to him, try and explain, try and tell the cop that look, tumblers just a kid and his ma’s just passed and he’s only been on his own for a week now but-

The cop doesn’t want to hear it. It’s a small mercy that skittery gets a week in the refuge instead of Tumbler.

After he comes back the nickname is all to applicable again but in a quieter less noticeable way and tumbler has decided to attach himself to skittery. He thinks he is the coolest.

After that skittery is (more) cynical, (more) apathetic, life already delt him a bad hand so he’s not shocked that it got worse but Still, it feels unfair. It is unfair, but there’s not much he can do about it (he’s pragmatic like that)

And then finch shows up, and he’s as mouthy as skittery was (is) and skittery notices that he picks at his nails.

(They would be such good friends but also have so little to say to each other I am so deeply convinced over this, someone would do something Dumb and finch and skittery would just meet eyes and share the exact same deep seated exasperation and they would be best friends immediately, however I am not convinced that they have ever had one full Actual conversation. They don’t even need to. The vibes alone are enough and it’s an unspoken understanding that they can go out for a smoke together and judge people)

#newsies #skittery #finch

[stillmind2]

The Mystery of The Coral Castle

Lately, I've been fascinated with Telekinesis. The ability to move far away objects, regardless of the size or weight 

If I could travel to the past once, I'd have trouble making a choice, but sticking to this subject, it'd have to be Edgar Cayce. 

Or Edward Leedskalnin…

Let me go with the latter first. Cayce would take me days to write about.

What this guy accomplished should blow your mind. Let me explain.

Being in love could inspire a corpse. Most people who have had that magical experience could confirm it.

But when I was in love (or was it lust?) I had an average experience. Nothing extraordinary happened besides the spectacular heart-brain-hormones connection. 

But I couldn't lift 10-pound stones even if I had two nuclear-powered cranes at my disposal. Well, maybe with those I could. 

Ed Leedskalnin was onto something in 1923 when he managed to achieve such a feat. Without any cranes. And devastated by a love gone wrong.

I don't know, but when I'm out of love for whatever reason, my mood is so dark, the last thing I want to do is move stones or do construction.

This beautiful young lady he was to marry, named Agnes Skuvst just told him off, presumably because she changed her mind. 

Not only was this man horribly dumped, he was supposed to get married in just one more day. 

Someone once said, if you want to understand women, you better read the Encyclopedia (several volumes).

Instead of trying to figure out why his beloved bride changed her mind at the last minute, this man rolled his sleeves and built her a castle. 

At 5 feet tall, 26 y/old, and weighing just 100 pounds, we are supposed to believe (like the pyramids) that the deed was of human-construct. 

That this man, working alone, only at night and in complete secrecy (hence the night labor), managed to produce a castle of such magnitude that today, no one has figured out how he could have possibly managed.

The numbers are insane. 1100 tons of oolite limestone rock moved through the air like helium balloons and placed perfectly in place without even a mark from the pulleys or chains. Not once, but twice. The largest stone weighed 27 tons.

But the man couldn't catch a break. Right after he was near completion of the toughest part of the job, moving the heavier stones, he got terrible news.

Next to it, in Florida City, the town council decided to build a community center. Which meant he no longer could maintain the solitude he needed to accomplish his task. 

Yes, he was a 'slightly' complicated person, but aren't most geniuses? If you are a genius, I'm sure you'll agree.

What to do, what to do? 

Well, put everything on a truck, of course, and get out of Dodge.

And that's exactly what he did.

Incredibly, he moved it all on that truck with the help of one person. One. A living witness of the action. We got the receipts.

Ten miles up the road, he made sure this time nobody was going to interfere with his project. Obviously, he wanted it to be done before his bride turned 90, so I can't say I blame him for the effort and the urgency.

He bought 20 acres in Homestead, just in case he needed more than 2 for extra space, and restarted his operation.

An operation which he had to begin from scratch, without having put on any weight or built any kind of muscle. 

The same frail frame, doing it all over again, for a woman thousands of miles away who probably couldn't drink enough vodka to try to erase him from her mind. And from the guilt.

"Now we're talking," he probably thought to himself. "Now catch me if you can."

One thing that was highly peculiar was a small box that he named "Perpetual Motion Holder", for which he was trying to obtain a patent, but was ultimately denied.

Another little setback, nothing to write home about. He must have figured if it happened to Tesla, why wouldn't it happen to me? He was more right than he would ever know. 

At least, they didn't confiscate the thing. Even better, they didn't burn him at the stake for heresy. It's kind of hard to build a castle when you're smoldering from a burn.

"All hands on deck," He must have said. "I got my life, I got my limestone, and I got my box." 

It took him some time to finish his coral castle, which still stands today, drawing tourists from all over. 

This super impressive structure might have been a sight to see when it was done. My premise for dreaming of going back to visit it, and to meet him, if Quantum physics would hurry up and make it possible.

It was documented that a child could push an 8ft tall, 8.2-ton gate so perfectly centered on its axes with a single push of a finger and it would swing in the intended direction. 

There's something very strange going on here, that unfortunately, we, of this generation will never know. Who knows when, if ever, the technique (or the Juju inside that box) would be revealed. But I have a feeling this man's knowledge was not to be told casually to anyone, much less the public, for reasons that don't take a brain surgeon to guess.

Something so fascinating and advanced that who knows, (not me, said the little red hen) where it could lead the human race. 

Hello! Did I mention Tesla already? Ring any bells? 

This is a perfect example of Life imitating art. It could easily be an episode of The Outer Limits or such fictional show, and yet, here it is, this happened. 

He wasn't a greedy man. Like most geniuses, he didn't think much about money. As a matter of fact, he only charged an unbelievable ¢10 per person to enter that atrium made out of love. And for his love. 

He could have used an agent. 

One sunny day just like any other in Leisure City, FL, he didn't feel right. A practical man, he closed the shop for the day leaving a simple note on the front gate with the words "Gone to the hospital". 

His work done on this Earth, this magnificently brilliant man died three days later on Dec, 7th, 1951. He was 64 years old.

To this day, his secrets remain one of the biggest puzzles in the world of science. 

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[eyeliveinabook]

Steve Harrington x ADHD reader

I haven’t seen may ADHD stories with Steve most are with Eddie. Now don’t get me wrong Eddie is a great character but I am a Steve girl.  This is more of a friendship with hints of feelings blossoming.  Also I am basing this on my person experience of having ADHD. So it might not be the same for all 

His first impression of you is that you are very quiet. Robin invites you to one of their hangouts at Steve’s place. Robin knows you from the  musical that the school band is helping orchestrate. 

However once Robin brings up topics you liked, that got you talking a mile a minute and that you seem to be changing topics quickly. 

You also find yourself interrupting Steve and Robin a lot. After your 100 time doing it you sheepishly apologize and look like you are going back in your shell. 

Steve says it is fine and tries cracking a joke about how the kids don’t let him talk either. 

You ask if he is comparing you to a kid.

Steve back peddles and is at a lost for words, as his cheeks turn red you start laughing. You let him know that you are only joking.

He cracks a smile that instantly makes your stomachs do flips (cliche I know!) 

You keep talking with Steve and Robin and soon form a great bond. 

Once you meet the rest of the gang they instantly love you and crack jokes about how you are more of the dad to them since you take them on cool adventures (hikes, visiting abandoned building etc.).

The whole gang come to the school’s play to support both you and Robin. You confess to Robin that you have never been so nervous and feel even more fidgety. You try blaming it on the fact that the kids are in the audience and you want them to still think you are cool.  Robin teases that it is not because the kids are there, instead it is because Steve is there. 

Turning red you just give up and agree, no use lying to Robin anyway.

The play is a big success, plus Steve loved watching you. 

Every now and them some of the demodogs escape from the Upside down, and after throwing up and having a “mild” panic at the first encounter you slowly understand everything that is happening. 

You beg Steve to train you, when he declines you tell him that he either helps you or you will go to the kids to help you (you know it is a bad idea but it is the only thing that you can think of) 

Steve then starts training you in what he knows and soon you are able to fight them off. 

He asks you how you are able to fight this well, you simply state that it is probably because you can’t sit still for the life of you. (Percy Jackson reference anyone??)

Steve also notices that when you are in a big group you become overstimulated. You stop talking  however, it looks like you want to be a part of the conversation again but are either bored of the topic or worried that you might be talking to much.

He sat next to you and rubbed your back, this helped ground you and bring you back into the conversation. 

Steve bought you a couple of fingerboards for your birthday. You were puzzled at first and when he explained that maybe it could help with your fidgeting. You immediately turned red but thanked him. Steve noticed that were ever you went you started carrying these things as they helped keep your hands occupied. 

Whenever you guys would go out you would help drive the kids around (Which Steve loved) 

You often go  to the library with Robin to do homework and on the rare occasion Steve joins you guys. He notices that it seems you can not focus and zone out.

He tries rubbing your back again and it works. If he can't rub your back then he will rub your thigh or shoulders. It soon becomes second nature to both of you.

He even rubs your head when you lay on his shoulder while watching movies. (At this point Robin and Dustin make fun of you both)

You confine in him one night that your parents have been pushing you to start medication so that you can be “normal”.

You start to cry about how you feel like something is wrong with you because your brain is so different compared everyone else. 

Steve assures you that there is nothing wrong with you.

When you start your medication it is hard at first, but Steve and the gang are there to help you through it. 

You never really tell Steve or anyone that you have ADHD, it seems to be something that is just unsaid. And you love that from the moment you met Steve he has done nothing but accept you and support you. 

Hope y’all like it and don’t forget to heart and send requests. 

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