#she might have help me found out I’m pan

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Drunken Serenade

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, soft!joel, established relationship, flashback, alcohol consumption, unprotected piv, a lil dirty talk, creampie bc obvi, unedited bc i’m lazy)

word count: 2.5k

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It was no small feat holding the affection of Joel Miller. Though he often grumbled about hating how everyone was always “watchin” him in your small, second-chance town of Jackson, Wyoming, there was no escaping it.

Part of it came from being related to Tommy and Maria, the town’s founders for all intents and purposes. A larger part of it—the part that Joel hated most—no doubt came from his reputation of being ñ prolific at killing. Not many people could say they met someone that managed to survive for as long as Joel had, especially in the brutal conditions he often found himself in. To the people of Jackson, regardless if you were a fighter or a farmer, Joel Miller was a living, breathing legend.

And that’s what he was to you, too, for a while.

But now, in the dim lighting of Joel’s kitchen, Joel’s hands scrubbing the dishes after the two of you shared dinner for the 300-hundredth something time, he was just a man, a man you loved, humming softly to himself.

“Sounds pretty,” you complimented the unidentifiable tune as you slid your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his shoulder blade as he continued to scrub. “Do I know it?”

“No,” he answered with softness, the almost-clean pan in his hand preventing him from turning around and wrapping his arms around you. “Just somethin’ m’workin’ on.”

“Will I get to hear it in full one day?” You let go of him to stand at his side, grabbing the clean dishcloth that draped on the oven handle to dry the clean dishes sitting on the rack.

“Maybe,” he gave you a flicker of a bashful smile, his hip leaning out to bump into yours. “Long as you serenade me back.”

“Oh, you want me to sing for you, huh?” You couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped from your lips at the thought of your mediocre-at-best vocal talent gracing his ears again, Joel having heard it for the very first time one year ago at the bar. Your sloppy, drunken rendition of “I Have Nothing” last Valentine’s Day earned you his attention for the very first time, an attention that thankfully never faded.

One Year Ago — February 14th

“Let loose,” your newest (well—only, if you were being honest with yourself) friend in Jackson, Margot urged you on at the bar, sliding one of the shot’s of harsh, unrefined vodka she’d ordered towards you. “You’ve been babysitting that beer for the last hour. Come on.”

“I don’t drink,” you whined, the thought of alcohol alone enough to make you gag.

“Look, you’re single and alone on Valentine’s day in the middle of an apocalypse. There’s no better reason to drink.” You couldn’t argue with her logic, so you pinched your nose and tipped the shot glass back, the cold liquor hitting your uvula nearly forcing it right back up but you championed through it with a wince. “There ya go!”

“Jesus Christ—“ you choked on your beer as you tried to drown out the taste of the vodka still burning your throat. “You’ve had three of those! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m a masochist,” she joked with a chuckle before gasping at the sight of Tommy and Maria finishing setting up the karaoke machine on the tiny stage in the corner of the bar. “I’m signing us up.”

“Absolutely not!” You laughed as she walked up to the esteemed couple on the stage, Tommy handing her the sign-up sheet with a grin before finding you in the crowd and waving you over. You shook your head and tried to hide away, but he seemed determined.

“I can still see you!” he drawled out in his accent, Maria’s whistles finally getting you to make your way to the stage. “Here, have a look at the catalog. I’ll go get you another drink, you look like you might need some liquid courage.”

“Definitely.”

A few shots later, you were well past the point of courage and deep into drunken stupidity, the microphone in your hands as you unabashedly belted out the words to a near-impossible to pull off song, your voice breaking and cracking the entire time. Though crowd in the bar was mostly focused on their own conversations, you couldn’t help but lock eyes with a familiar face, though you’d never so much as spoken to the man before.

After all, what reason would the town’s school teacher have for chatting up the famous Joel Miller?

Clearly too drunk to care about your lack of acquaintance, you pointed at him as you sang, a wide grin on your face as you watched him try to calm the smile that grew on his.

“I have nothing! Nothing! Nothinnnnnnnnnng—“ your cracking voice softened into a mildly enjoyable breathy tone as you sang the last line, stretching your hand out for him as though you were serenading him. “If I don’t have you.”

“Well! That was definitely somethin’,” Tommy helped you off the stage while Maria continued to emcee, holding in her chuckle as you almost took a tumble down the singular step, Tommy quick to catch you. With a singular laugh, Maria ordered her husband to help sober you up a bit. “Get her some coffee.”

“I got it,” Joel stepped in, the deep mess of his southern rasp forcing your glassy eyes up to meet his. “Come on, Miss Houston. Let’s get a cup’a coffee in ya.”

You drunkenly slurred out your actual name as you allowed him to help walk you into the back kitchen, away from the drunken crowd. Joel chuckled and nodded as he got the coffee pot going, his back turned to you as you rested against the fridge.

“I know your name,” he replied, the simple sentence bringing a goofy grin to your face.

“Oh, yeah?” you flirted, biting your lip as you waited for him to turn around and grace you with eye contact. When he finally did, you literally felt your knees buckle, Joel’s eyes turning concerned for a moment until you steadied yourself.

“Lemme get you a chair.” He walked off to the office, returning a moment later with a wooden stool. He set it down by the metal island, ordering you to sit down with a pat onto the wood. “Take it you don’t drink often.”

“Never,” you corrected. “But I’m single and alone on Valentine’s day in the middle of an apocalypse, so…” you repeated Margot’s words from earlier before realizing you hadn’t seen her in at least an hour. “Margot! Have you—“

“She left with her husband ‘bout a half-hour ago,” he informed you before you had a chance to worry too much. “And you ain’t alone.”

“Huh?”

“You said you’re single and alone,” he replied, turning his back to you once more as the coffee pot began to fill the mug. “You ain’t alone.”

“Well, not literally, but—“ you shrugged, gesturing at yourself. “Not going home with anybody.”

“Well, gettin’ yourself drunk maybe put a wrench in that plan,” he chuckled, setting your cup down in front of you before walking to the fridge. “Need creamer?”

“No, I’ll just,” you took a sip of the hot liquid and hummed, enjoying the bitterness more than you did sober. “Pretty good.”

“I do pride myself on my coffee,” he walked off to the office and quickly returned with another chair, pulling it up to the island and sitting down in front of you. “You know how many guys out there would’ve been more than happy to keep you company tonight?”

“Oh, I’m sure there was a line,” you replied, your smirk growing into a smile as you watched Joel roll his eyes. “I don’t like any of the guys in town. They’re all too…brutal.”

Joel’s face fell a bit as he nodded, his knuckles tapping on the metal.

“I didn’t mean you—I just mean they’re all very…I don’t know,” you sighed and rested your forehead on the table.

“It’s alright,” he assured. “My ego ain’t bruised that bad.”

“I really didn’t mean you,” you spoke softly as your eyes met his again. “You’re not—I don’t consider you one of the guys in town. You’re like…untouchable to all of us, you know?”

“What?” He chuckled but his cluelessness was sincere.

“All of us women don’t see you as someone attainable. You’re…Joel. Too good for—“ Joel’s scoff interrupted your sentence before you could finish it, his head shaking.

“I ain’t too good for shit,” he corrected, his hazel eyes softening as he met yours. “And I definitely ain’t too good for you. Ask anyone in their right mind and they’d quickly tell ya it’s the other way around.”

“You trying to flirt with me?” you asked through. drunken grin, tilting your head at him. Joel chuckled and shrugged in response. “That wasn’t an answer.”

“Maybe you and I can talk about this when you’re sobered up—breakfast, tomorrow mornin’?” You didn’t try to hide the eagerness in your smile as you accepted his offer with a nod.

“I’d like that.”

After the dishes were finished, the two of you found yourself in the clawfoot bathtub Joel’s renovated house had been lucky to feature. You faced each other, your foot currently being massaged by Joel’s rough but tender hands.

“Your voice ain’t that bad, ya know,” Joel gave you a playful smirk, his eyes so focused on yours you could nearly feel his love for you deep in your soul.

“Well it was enough to get you to notice me,” you agreed with a smirk. Joel shook his head, his smile growing bashful.

“I noticed you way before that, trust me.” There was the tiniest hint of shyness—something boyish in his voice that made your stomach flutter, the look in his eyes just the cherry on top. “Only had the guts to ask you out ‘cause I thought you were too drunk to remember it.”

You gasped a chuckle, shifting over to sit on his lap, placing your hands on either side of his face as his rested on your hips. “You were crazy for ever thinking there was a chance I’d reject you. You’re a hunk, Joel Miller.”

“A hunk, huh?” he teased, bringing his lips to the base of your throat and giving your skin a soft peck.

“Mmhm,” you confirmed in a hum, the best response you could muster. Joel hummed back as his lips sucked tiny marks down the front of your chest until he was slipping your nipple into his mouth, earning the sweet sound of your breathy moans.

You tossed your head back, your hips rolling on their own accord, the slick drag of your cunt along the underside of his cock earning you a muffled growl as he kissed his way over to your other breast.

“Need you,” you whispered as you reached back and gripped his cock, lining him up with your heat before sinking down until you were flush with one another. Joel’s hands squeezed tightly at the sudden sensation of being buried in your heat, his lips pulling away from your nipple with a lewd pop. You grinned as you kept yourself still on his cock, your thumb brushing his cheekbone as you gazed down at him with contentment. “Love you, Miller.”

“Love you too, Miss Houston,” he replied with a matching, cheeky smile, his hands sliding up the curve of your spine and back down, resting on the globes of your ass and squeezing.

You lifted your hips almost completely off of him and locked eyes with him as you sank back down, Joel’s head tipping back against the edge of the tub. He moaned soft and sweet for you, his hands holding your waist as you started to bounce on him, your stare never leaving his as you began to target the head of his cock at your g-spot. He reached one hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb resting on your lip practically begging for you to take it into your mouth, and so you did. With a cheeky grin, you wrapped your lips around it and gave it a suck, humming at the whimper the act caused.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he praised, his eyes then traveling from your face down your torso until he was watching you spear yourself with his cock underneath the surface of the water. “Shit. You should see how pretty your pussy looks takin’ me.”

“Joel,” his words forced you to whine, your eyes squeezing shut as the tingling heat building in your core started to trickle down your thighs and up your spine. “Touch me and make me cum for you.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” His thumb found your clit, stroking imperfect circles over it as you started to bounce on him so hard he half-wondered if he might break you, but judging by your cries of praise, this was exactly how you wanted it. “God damn, darlin. Ridin’ me so good I—fuck—I’m gonna cum inside that pretty pussy.”

His free hand gripped your hip to leverage himself a bit as he met your bounces with sharp thrusts, the water splashing from over the edge of the tub but neither of you could bring yourselves to care about the wet floor with how close you both were to the edge.

“Shit, baby,” he growled, his neck straining as he tried to hold off his release until you hit yours. “Come on, gimme it. Lemme feel you—“

“Fuck!” you screamed as your climax hit you like a brick wall, your body collapsing forward into his arms. Joel held you tight as he pistoned into your still convulsing walls until every nerve in his body buzzed with the familiar feeling of euphoria, his cock pressing in deep as he spilled inside of you. His lips were pressed to your cheek, mumbling praise into your skin as your hearts raced in tandem, his hands stroking up and down the expanse of your back to ground you both.

“I love you, sweet thing,” he mumbled as he kissed his way to your lips, your head turning to meet him for a sweet, unhurried kiss. Joel pulled away with a chuckle, smiling at you before opening his lips to sing to you in his gruff but rich voice, “I have nothing if I don’t have you.”

“Sounds good when you sing it,” you mumbled, sleepy from the hot bath and hotter sex. Joel chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to your temple.

“My favorite version’s always gonna be your drunken performance,” he husked back, bringing a smile to your face. “But I might be a little biased.”

“More than a little.” Joel laughed and nodded, squeezing you tighter.

“Oh well. Don’t care.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fluff #joel miller #joel miller reader insert #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #tlou joel #tlou fic #joel tlou

[iceandpeaches]

different dreams

pairings: clarrisse larue x areskid! reader (platonic), luke castellan x areskid! reader (romantic)

warning: stereotypical ares kid again.. i'm really on a role with these.. wtf

a/n: the meg march kinnie in me is screaming rn. inspired by the line, "just because my dreams are different than yours doesn't mean they're unimportant." written a while back so it might not be the best...

in a world full of combat and demigods, you enjoyed socialising more than anything. your siblings found it odd, with the nature of your parentage especially. a daughter of ares should love to fight and push people around, but you were the opposite. you enjoyed all things an ares daughter wasn’t expected to. you could’ve been mistaken for anyone else’s daughter, usually apollo for your musical ambitions or aphrodite for your beauty. it was fascinating how much love and kindness was in your heart, it was no wonder camp loved you. it was no wonder you were made one of the counsellors to your cabin. 

you were sat in on a kitchen counter, helping out one of the counsellors of the demeter cabin with preparing for a birthday party for the head counsellor of the hermes cabin; whom you had an undying crush on. you hum, arms occupied with a bowl of cake batter folding in some flour. speak of the devil, the boy walked in; looking for you. he sat on the counter, swiping some batter and licking it off his finger. a smile filled his features, glancing over at you.

“this is impressive, who’s this for?”

you frown, nudging him while you mixed your batter.

“it’s a surprise, castellan. now please, stop eating the batter thank you? we won’t have enough if you do.”

you giggle, enough for luke to forget that your father was ares. 

“get back to work y/n! this cake won’t make itself.”

you nod, walking over to the other side of the kitchen to grab a cake pan. in that moment, your half sister clarisse came to visit; more to find you. you were hiding away from sword fighting training, and clarisse was going frantic to find you.

“y/n! there you are. i looked all over for you. could you come back for training please? two cabins worth of campers dropped by and they’re this close to fighting each other.”

your brown crease into a gentle frown, not wanting to leave the kitchen or ruining your surprise party for luke. you glance over at him, luke already nodding without you asking. you smile, patting his shoulder watching him get off the counter. 

“big brother luke can come. but i wanna try some of that cake when it’s done.”

you giggle, nodding while you poured the batter into the pan. the demeter counsellor shooed luke out of the kitchen, hands shot into the air. you put the cakes into the oven, cleaning up the mess you had made. 

after what felt like forever, the cakes were done and clarisse had come back asking for you again. you finally got out of the kitchen, sat just outside to keep watch of the demeter counsellor. clarisse seemed annoyed at you, since you weren’t doing your due diligence in performing your duties and instead hiding away to do other things. it wasn’t very ares kid of you.

“risse, i’m truly sorry. i understand i mean.. being counsellor alongside you and everything. it’s just… i don’t feel very ares kid, you know?”

“you’re an ares kid, y/n. you’re just not thinking straight.”

“risse, just because my dreams are different from yours.. doesn’t mean they’re unimportant. i’m not like you, i’m not strong or cunning like you. i wish i was more like you, truly.”

clarisse rubbed your arm, unaware of your true feelings. she pulled you into her embrace, squeezing you tight. she wanted to understand you better, just didn’t know how to. she didn’t know how such a kind hearted soul could be a daughter of the god of war.

“y/n! come here, i need you to try this.”

you pulled away from your sister, a smile mirrored back to you as you got up back to the kitchen. you tried the treat, giving your friend your review, giggles filling the room. for the next hour or so, you got the dining pavilion ready alongside the other campers for luke’s surprise. 

after everything was ready, you knocked at his cabin door. your lips formed a dizzy smile, arm interlinked with his. 

“so.. about the cake.”

“you’ll have plenty of it later, trust me.”

you giggled, grabbing your pink sleeping mask from your pocket and put it over his eyes. you led him over to the pavilion, pulling the blindfold off to reveal the brightly decorated pavilion.

“happy birthday, luke.”

you grin, gently rubbing his back. you watched as luke blew out the big 1 and 9 you had placed on the cake, more giggles leaving your lips; engulfing you in a tight hug. clarisse’s gaze was fixed on you and luke as the rest of the campers chattered, understanding that you’d never be like her comforted her soul. she’d have a sister to lean on in bad times and in good. she ran up to you both, hugging you both. 

celebrations went on, luke impressed by all the set up, which led you to receive a (in his words) well deserved kiss to thank you.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #percy jackson #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x fem!reader #peach's fics #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse x you

[silentmagi]

Rising Star

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Thank you again for all of those still with me, I hope you’re enjoying the story thus far. If you’re wanting to make suggestions for future parts of the story, please feel free to leave comments. I’d love to hear more about your thoughts! Last time, we were finding out how the information is given to Star, and the results show up that:

1 The mayor himself is more than happy to talk.

Sorry, this one got a bit long on me.

Having filled up, Star left Luna’s enchanting music behind to knock on the door to the Town Hall. The squat stone and wood building being only slightly better kept than the rest of the town. Instead of finding some bored bureaucratic servant barely awake at their post, she was greeted by the mayor himself.

“WELCOME! Welcome!” the portly man proclaimed as he opened the door and ushered her into the hall. “I’m Mayor Gregor, and welcome to Tricreek! I see your bard friend has drawn quite the crowd. Quite the crowd indeed. How wonderful!”

With a hearty laugh, he stroked the bushy white mustache that consumed the entire area of his face above his lips and going well into his rosy cheeks. “Now you must be curious about all the going ons about the town, I dare say.”

“Actually mayor, I was wondering if there were any messages from Castledale? Star Crescent would be the name they’d be under,” the poor mage student cut in gently, trying to be about her business.

“Oh of course, of course, pardon the mess, I gave the scribes a chance to go enjoy the bard, young people you know?” he chuckled as he meandered over to the shelves, and began going through one marked ‘Castledale’ above it. Pulling out a set of reading glasses he settled them on his nose and began going through the sheaf of papers. “Let’s see… No, no, notice of the college of magic being closed to new admissions temporarily due to the magic disruption, no, no, ah, here we are. A letter from the dean to you.”

Holding out the folded letter, she recognized the wax seal and took it. It was from the college, and probably important, however she felt like indulging the mayor. “Now that the official business is finished, I noticed that you have a druidic presence in town, were they a part of the founding?”

It felt odd, pushing off her duties and self-imposed quest to restore magic to learn more about a town that was so close to her goal, but she knew that her thirst for knowledge would not let her leave such a font of lore and wisdom untapped. Perhaps, there was something in the history that could guide her further in unlocking magic once again.

“Oh right you are! Sharp eyes on you, but that’s to be expected from a student of your caliber to be attending the university there with the dean’s attention on you,” the mayor praised her as he stood in front of the window, watching the bustling town center. “Oh it was many generations ago that the druids helped some farmers form the little village. Back then there was only a farmer’s market and town hall if you can believe it. We thrived due to trade, and the mill a ways up the road. That I suppose you might have visited, since you came in on their cart.”

Seeing her expression, he let out a laugh. “Oh don’t worry so much youngin’. It’s the way of the small town to know everything going on within minutes of it happening. Why I remember back in my day we knew that the old mayor was having a row with his wife before even he did! Real scrapper that woman, and their fights were the stuff of tales. Never could look at a cast iron pan the same again after their last one.”

“Was there a reason for their fights or…” she probed, curious about the nature of the fights..

The mayor let out a chuckle as he shook his head. “Oh, the usual, he was sleeping with her lover behind her back, and they hadn’t worked out the laws on multiple partners back then. There’s parts of the story that followed the fights I dare say would be topics of some books you’ve never read in the library.”

Not that she was going to correct him, but there was most certainly a very robust section of the library that she may or may not have had a browsing through between semesters.

“So, the druids?”

“Ah yes! The druids, wonderful folk. If you’re going to Castledale from here, you will pass one of their groves,” the mayor explained before tapping his chin in thought. “Yes… hmm…”

Turning back to the shelves, he began going through a drawer on the side, pulling out packages and looking them over before setting them back inside. “Perhaps you might do me a favor, young lady. It will only be an hour out of your way, and if you leave first thing in the morning, you’d be able to stay the night in the grove.”

Pulling out a rolled up piece of parchment, he peered through one end, reading the words before putting it back. “Forgive me, it has been a while, but we have some things to send to them, and have not had a chance to do so with the recent weather and loss of magic.”

“You said that it would be on our way?” she prompted watching him pull out a small tube and read the label on the side before putting it carefully back into the drawer.

“Yes, yes, quite right, a lovely grove, I took a trip there once myself, met my husband there if you would believe it. Ah!” he cheered, pulling out a scroll case with Celestial Grove on a tag on one end. “Here we are. My father-in-law is the head of the druidic order. Could you please take this to him. I’ll arrange for you and your bard friend to have a room at the inn tonight, and the finest meal on me.”

“Thank you sir, I’m honored to help you,” she offered, taking the scroll case from him. “Might you give us directions?”

“Certainly, certainly. It’s just up the main road out of town towards Castledale,” he began pointing in the direction they were heading. “There will be two trails to the right, and then one to the left marked with a flat stone shaped like a tree. Take that path and stay on it. The druids will find you long before you get to the grove and guide you the rest of the way.”

“Understood, thank you for the room and meal.”

“Of course! You are doing this town a great service,” he offered with a laugh before going into another story about the old days, never finishing his first one about the druids.

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[yes-17-15]

Hargreeves sexuality and gender headcanons cuz I’m bored.

Luther-

I 100% believe he is CisHet but he is absolutely an ally. He probably didn’t understand everything at first but Viktor and Klaus helped explain and he got the gist of it. He also maybe uses He/They pronouns? He thinks They/Them just sounds nice.

Diego-

I know a lot of people think that Diego is a trans man and I think that would be cool (as a trans man myself) but I just don’t really see it. I kind of understand it but I don’t really agree. I definitely do think he’s Bi though, female leaning. Definitely He/Him.

Allison-

I also see lots of people thinking she’s a trans woman, and I think that’s a great headcanon imo but I again do not agree. I absolutely don’t see her as anything but Cisgender Heterosexual. And I honestly like it that way. I don’t think all of the Hargreeves siblings have to be LGBTQ+, I think some of them should be straight too. I think Allison might have messed around with girls but she just didn’t really feel a click like she does with males. She/Her.

Klaus-

I think most of us agree Klaus is not Cis or Straight. There is no way. I would probably say he is Non-Binary or Gender-fluid. He never heard those terms until they were a bit older, probably after Five disappeared, and the first time he heard it was someone shit-talking it, and they wanted to look more into it. So occasionally Viktor and Grace would be allowed to go to the library because Viktor usually didn’t have much else to do so Klaus asked him if next time he goes if he could look up those words for him and Viktor obviously said sure. He came back and told Klaus about it and Klaus was like, “yep, that’s me.” They were happy there was a word for it. I also think Klaus is Pansexual, but he also isn’t very fond of labels anyway. They honestly just think everyone’s hot (EXCEPT CHILDREN NOT CHILDREN). Any pronouns but mainly He/They.

Five-

I think Five’s above gender and stuff like that. When they were kids Viktor had a crush on Five and Five just found it disgusting. Partially because they’re like siblings but also because Five does not want a relationship or anyone to have a crush on him. Five also never liked gender roles and was confused why there were differences in the uniforms depending on gender. Five saw Viktor and Klaus wearing each others uniforms and was a little confused why Reggie wouldn’t just let Klaus wear what he wanted but also was kind of confused why Klaus even wanted to wear skirts. Five never really thought about gender much though because he thought it was incredibly stupid and useless. Five always thought that way. But especially whenever Five was in the apocalypse, he had absolutely no use for it. Five wishes that they didn’t live in a gendered society but he we are. If he has to use terms for himself, he’d say he’s Agender and AroAce (Yay AAA battery). Five doesn’t like using pronouns and prefers his name but if it’s mandatory Five uses He/Him pronouns but Klaus uses They/them for him cause he knows Five likes it.

Ben-

I don’t know enough about Ben to give a really detailed answer but I have a simple bit to say. I would like to think he’s Bisexual, but I don’t really think he is. I like the headcanon but again we don’t know enough about him. I think he’s Cis too but maybe DemiBoy? I’d probably say He/Him but maybe some neos?? I’m not experienced in them though so I don’t really know any he might use (I’m also talking more about Brellie Ben than Sparrow Ben).

Viktor-

I absolutely adore Viktor. I know lots of people thought he was a Lesbian before season three but no, that’s not the case. He actually liked Leonard/Harold. Before he found out about all the things Leonard did he actually liked him. And when he was younger it’s confirmed (I’m pretty sure??) that Viktor had a crush on Five. Viktor doesn’t only like females, he actually does like guys. I absolutely think Viktor is Bisexual, possibly Pan. I think he could also be on the Aspectrum maybe? But he definitely doesn’t only like women. I also thought he might have been Non-Binary before he transitioned but now I absolutely like him as just a trans man. He/Him maybe He/They and possibly neos?? Again I don’t know much about neos so.

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #tua #umbrella academy #umbrella academy headcanons #viktor hargreeves #five Hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #trans headcanon #headcanon #nonbinary #transgender #also it’s fine if you don’t agree with these #I don’t really care what headcanons you have #they are all valid imo #I just wanted to share mine

[dirty-bosmer]

WIP Wedensday

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Surprisingly, I had something written this time (could hardly believe it :o) From my Skyrim fic, Slither and Writhe:

Morning greeted Sylawen the same way the evening had bid it’s cruel farewell— penniless, clammy, and shivering from fever. She tested her throat with a stiff swallow. It burned. For a long while, she lay still, staring at the brown stain on the ceiling above, attempting to divine her fate in its sprawling limbs. How did I get here? Where did I go so wrong? How do I get out? Please give me a sign. Just one? A fat drop of rainwater landed in the center of her forehead, the roof now thoroughly soaked through. Peeling herself out of the sheets, she found herself still sick, still angry, still very much broke, and promptly rued the day the Nibenese settled Bravil.  Breakfast did little to lift her spirits, a bowl of rice porridge that smelled of sea grass and the bay water’s brine. But food was food, and as she hadn’t the appetite for much until today, she choked down what she could. It was no pan-seared trout, but it had a nutritious taste about it. Bold. A little bitter, the pungent scent of salted fish so strong it bored through even the thick walls of her congestion. Belly full, she paced the room, and once that returned no particularly fruitful ideas, she dug through her pack for her charcoal and sketchbook, ripped out a page, and wrote to Nana. …and so, after such cruel and unusual punishment, I had no choice but to flee. I’m sure you see it as I do, with crystal clarity— if even among family my most important research is reviled, what can a scholarly woman (such as we are) do but find somewhere else to practice?  Alas, I’m afraid it can’t be Bravil, indisposed and indigent as it has left me. If you would be so kind as to enclose a modest sum of say, several hundred septims, I might be able to seek refuge somewhere more conducive to my studies. Or I might even be able to travel to you? Wherever you are… Sylawen addressed it to Anvil, hoping Nana was indeed home, already knowing with a sinking certainty that she’d never return a reply, because of course Nana wasn’t in Anvil. When was she ever? Sylawen should have ran there like she had the last time. At least Anvil was dry. The rest of the day passed in a blur, much of the following day too, and by the fifth morning of her not-vacation in Bravil, there was enough grime under Sylawen’s nails, in her hair, enough mildew choking her lungs to admit she’d made a grievous mistake in fleeing here.  Yet Sylawen would not regret running. To regret was to admit fault, to surrender the righteous anger flaring furnace-red in her belly, and if she had nothing else in her possession, at least she had that. Still, with no wherewithal to run elsewhere and plenty of spite to keep from writing home, she did the only thing she could think of and set out to find help. And preferably a bar of sweet-smelling soap.

#slither and writhe #skyrim fic #tes fic #tesblr #wip wednesday #sonny writes

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

(This one was a bit harder to get out… I had a buffer until now (and now I have a little bit of a buffer again but it was hard to get there), So most of this I wrote yesterday/last night. Paired with the fact that I’m Seriously Considering I might have SAD… I’m doing great 🙃 anyways I hope y’all enjoy!!!)

Steve looks down as he feels color rush into his cheeks. "She found so many books it's almost embarrassing. It basically boils down to one of our fundamental human needs is touch. Any touch. Holding hands, a hug, doesn't matter. Supposedly helps with a buncha stuff, anxiety, stress, shit like that. Can even help with sleep." He raises an eyebrow at Eddie, who toasts him with his water before taking a sip. "So she started touching me more. And it really does help." He bites at his lip for a second. "It, uh, didn't help for sleeping until last night."

Eddie nods slowly. "I understand, I think, but I see you touch the kids all the time."

Steve shrugs helplessly. "Ask Robin. Something about a difference between touching and being touched."

Eddie bites his lip. "You know I'm ignoring the being touched. That's too low a hanging fruit."

Steve snorts. "I'd expect nothing less from you."

Eddie nods like it's settled. "Well, good then. And, uh. You want touch... you can come find me.”

Steve smiles. Doesn't remark on the color on Eddie's cheeks. "Thank you."

Eddie nods, dipping his head once, focused on his pancake. His leg starts shaking. He doesn’t look up. “What we said earlier,” he begins finally. “About… needing it. That goes both ways?”

It’s somehow both a question and a statement. Steve nods, takes his empty plate over to the sink, turns on the tap. “Yeah. Course.”

“Cool,” Eddie murmurs, almost lost underneath the spray of water against the plate. Steve hides his smile as he squirts soap onto the sponge.

Eddie leaves not too long after, stating something about the band and songs and tuning. He hesitates in the doorway. Steve very carefully doesn’t say anything.

He leaves. Steve very carefully doesn’t feel anything.

He tells himself it’s stupid, that they’re not even together, that he couldn’t realistically hope Eddie would stay longer, with no real reason to-

He calls Robin. “Hey, dingus.”

“Come over?”

He knows the face she’s making, trying to figure out the tone he tried not to have. “Yup. I’m bringing ice cream and The Princess Bride.”

Steve chuckles softly. “I expect nothing less. See you in twenty?”

“Yep.” The line goes dead.

Steve chuckles again as he replaces the phone back in its cradle, looking around. Eddie had helped him clean up last night, so the only thing left was the pan Eddie had used for pancakes. Steve very carefully doesn’t feel anything.

“Stefano,” Robin greets twenty minutes later, waltzing in like she owns the place. Doesn’t even bother knocking. He just smiles at her.

“Hey, Robbie. Still not my name.”

She moves closer, grasping his chin between her fingers and moving his head to one side, then the other, like a grandmother would do. She hums. “You don’t look awful.”

He snorts and rolls his eyes at her bluntness. “Gee, thanks.”

She flaps a hand in his face. “You know what I mean, shut up.” Ice cream is suddenly pushed into his stomach. “Here. Rocky Road, it’s freezing my hand off, you hold it. Ready for the movie or not yet?”

He considers, knows he’ll have to tell her one way or another, decides. “Not yet. Couch?”

“Grab some spoons!” She calls over her shoulder, already halfway there.

They sit facing each other, the ice cream slowly dripping condensation onto the couch cushion between them. “So?” Robin starts. Steve looks away.

“He stayed the night.”

“Knew it.”

“Christ, Robs, nothing happened,” he says, laughing. “We drank, we smoke, we talked.” He swallows. “He… he didn’t know, but he said, um…”

“Steve…”

“Yeah. I, uh. Shut down.” He shrugs, looks away. Remembers. Smiles. “He got me to open up pretty quick again. I told him. He said the word’s no longer in his vocabulary.” Robin giggles. “Told him about all the head shit. Just… talked. Went to bed.” He bites a lip. “I had a nightmare.”

“Christ, Steve-”

“Yeah. Think he woke me up. Maybe I woke myself up, I dunno. He was there. I was still halfway in the dream, still freaked out, couldn’t see him. Didn’t know it was him. Didn’t do anything, thankfully. He didn’t either, just stood there, slowly came to sit on the bed, kept…” he ignores the crack. “Kept sayin’ how I was safe, it was just him.” He takes another bite of ice cream. “I, uh.” An incredulous almost-laugh. “I didn’t shut down. Kinda the opposite.”

Pt 10

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[solarishashernoseinabook]

Yet another AU where Halt raises Will instead of dropping him off at the Ward…

this might become another trr sequel idk yet

~

After five years, Halt thought he was getting the hang of fatherhood. He would drop Will off at the Ward for longer missions, which Will tended to treat as an adventure, and for shorter missions he had him stay with someone from Wensley Village. In a few years, when he could trust Will more, maybe he would begin taking him along on missions. For now, Will was loud and impulsive, more interested in playing games than sitting still, and Halt saw no harm in letting him stay a child a bit longer.

Will was turning out to be remarkably normal, all things considered. He was much better than Halt socially, outgoing and friendly. He had picked up a few of Halt’s fidgets, and sometimes he would try and imitate Halt’s mostly-blank expression, but his quick grin always shone through after a few moments.

Halt was packing for the Gathering now. He put Will’s things in one saddlebag and his own in the other, but packing for two people meant being very economical with what he brought. He had just finished packing Will’s clothes, and was trying to find a way to fit Will’s toy horse on top of them – Will had trouble sleeping without it.

Halt heard Will climb up to sit on the table. ‘Dad?’

‘Hm?’ Halt responded without looking up. He tried shuffling the clothes over to fit the horse in.

‘What’re dopteds?’

Halt paused and looked up. ‘What are what?’

‘Dopteds. Missus Cherry at the Ward says I’m a dopted.’

A smile tugged at the corners of Halt’s mouth. ‘She said you were adopted, not a dopted. It means I didn’t have a wife, I found you and decided to keep you.’

Thinking that was the end of it, Halt went back to trying to fit the horse into the saddlebag. He gave up and decided to put it with his things instead, though it would mean leaving behind his spare cloak.

But he should have remembered that Will always asked follow-up questions, and sure enough, Will asked the one he’d been dreading. ‘Where’d you find me?’

Several possible answers flashed through Halt’s mind in the space of seconds. For some unknown reason, the one he settled on was, ‘I went out to the bog, dug a hole, and found you at the bottom of it.’

‘I came from a bog?’

Halt paused in the act of setting aside his spare cloak. After a moment, he decided he might as well run with it – he could hardly take it back now. ‘Yes. Took weeks to get the smell of peat off of you.’

Will’s face split into a mischievous grin and he giggled. ‘I bet I had leaves in my hair!’

‘And a tree growing out of your ears. Go get Abelard out of his stall, we’re heading off now,’ Halt said, fastening the saddlebag.

*

Halt had forgotten all about it by the second day of the Gathering. He was jointing a brace of large, fat pheasants, occasionally glancing up at Will as he played a game with some obliging first-year apprentices.

Crowley was watching them as well, and meandered over to Halt. ‘Hey, Halt?’

‘Hm?’

‘Any idea why Will’s been chasing people around all day calling himself the bog monster?’

‘No idea,’ Halt said, keeping his face deliberately blank. If Crowley found out the truth, Halt would never hear the end of it.

Crowley raised his eyebrows. ‘You sure? None of us can figure it out.’

‘Quite sure,’ Halt said gruffly. He gathered the pheasants in a pan and stood. ‘Now stop asking weird questions and help me cook these.’

#ra #rangers apprentice #halt o'carrick #will treaty #dad!halt #autistic!halt #fluff

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 1

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1747

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst (mild)

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 1

You’d think being something supernatural you’d prefer to stay away from people, and live more of a solitary sort of life, but no. You like people, love laughter, and having a job with amazing coworkers brings you a sense of peace and happiness in your life.

One of your best friends at work is Sarah. She’s adorable, fun, and goofy, and you both make each other laugh all day at work while you unbox the truck shipment and get things on the hummers and into the bluebins, to get put out later.

She knows what you are, sort of. Although, not even you yet know the actual name of what you are. You haven’t found anyone you can really trust outside your immediate family to tell the whole truth to. Hell, you don’t need to scare anyone. Most people have no clue what’s really out there and you like keeping it that way. You’ve researched to find a name for what you are but so far, there isn’t a single thing that has your abilities/powers description. 

As you’re out on the floor, getting out one of the hummers with the kitchen items on it, your mind wanders back. When did it start, you think to yourself, absentmindedly. Four years, five now. You’re not sure anymore. Technically you’re in your early forties but ever since it happened, you feel like you’re in your mid to late twenties again. It also seemed as though aging had practically stopped. Most things a forty-year-old body would go through, you haven’t been experiencing. Just the opposite, you truly feel as though you’ve been getting physically younger.

“Excuse me, do you work here?” A woman asks, pulling you from your thoughts, as she can’t see the nametag hanging around your neck with how you’re standing.

You turn to her with a friendly smile, “Yup, how can I help you?”

“I’m just looking for a pan I can cover the top of my stove with,” the woman attempted to explain.

Neither you nor the woman knew the exact name of that particular thing, but glancing down, you notice a rather large cookie sheet on the shelf on the endcap of the aisle you’re stocking, “This might work,” you tell her, picking it up.

The woman is impressed, looking it over, “How much is it?” she asks.

You flip it over and find the tag, “Nine dollars,” you let her know, “Not bad. This is really nice.”

“What about that price? Fifteen?” the woman asks.

“Oh, that is the price you’d find it for at another store. Our price is always on the bottom of the tag,” you reassure her.

The woman is very happy, letting you know that if it doesn’t work to cover her stove, she’ll be making cookies. Of course, this is when your lighthearted side comes out, “I’m here Monday through Friday, always in the afternoons,” you tell her, playfully.

She finds you adorable, smiling at your playfulness and the two of you spend almost three full minutes talking about cookies before she thanks you for your help. You know it will bring your times down that you have to run the hummer in, but to you, seeing a customer smiling and enjoying their visit to the store is what brings you the most joy at work.

You smile happily to yourself as the woman goes on about her shopping trip and you get back to running your hummer of kitchen items. It’s while you’re putting out some of the food that the mess of the section bothers you again. This is one thing you’re not responsible for, straightening the shelves up to make them look nice. You frown a bit, seeing that there is nowhere to put out the box of bagged oats. Checking around, and not seeing anyone nearby, you just think that there is room on the shelf, that it looks a little neater, and it happens in less than the blink of an eye. 

What you didn’t notice was that you were being watched. A man, in his mid-thirties was standing near the women’s clothing racks, just watching you. He was fairly average, with short brown hair, and brown eyes, only about an inch taller than you, wearing jeans, a blue t-shirt, a hoodie, and sneakers. 

You finished the kitchen hummer and then grabbed a toy one, making sure to write down your times on the sheet in the stockroom. The toy hummers were a little different. They had toys, pets, and craft supplies. Being a kid at heart, as well as loving anything stationary, you loved running these hummers. As you were putting out some of the dog toys, you heard the sound of one of the bluebins heading in your direction. It was like the hummers but those bluebins were for women's, men's, and children's items specifically.

Sarah was soon standing at the end of the pet aisle, phone up and recording, a playful smile on her lips, “Aaaannd, you’re fired,” she tried to say seriously.

You pretend to look upset and sad, then toss your arms up with playfulness, “Party at my house!”

The two of you laugh as she saves the video, only to post it online later, your Stockroom Antics tag included. The man who had been watching you earlier continues to do so. Every aisle seems to be a bit of a mess today, so again, you think about it looking a little nicer. Only a little though, you don’t need to draw unwanted attention to yourself from your boss if they watch the cameras.

Ten minutes before your shift ends, Sarah comes back up to you, “Code 99 me?” she asks, and you smirk.

“Oh, so if I don’t, that means you’re stuck here,” you chuckle.

“Not cool,” she replies, playfully, “Should I go find someone else?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Na, I’ll let you out,” you laugh a little. 

The two of you walk to the front of the store, in front of the doors so that you’re both on camera. Sarah opens her bag, and you peek in, “Looks good. See you tomorrow?” you tell her.

“Yup. See ya,” she replies before leaving.

You smile a bit and head to the stockroom. There’s always some cleanup that needs to be done and you enjoy doing those little things that there never seems to be time for others to do. The man continues to watch you, and you still haven’t noticed him, not really anyway. You’d seen him, yes, but to you, he’s just another customer.

The backroom isn’t bad, not today. The girl is working on tagging the shoes with the alarms while a couple of other girls are in the clothing pods tagging clothes and getting them on racks to go out either later on or the following morning. You get some sweeping done, straighten up the bluebins and hummers, then bid them all farewell for the evening. Just as you reach the register to clock out, your ‘end of shift’ alarm goes off.

“Thank you phone,” you say out loud, pulling it out of your back pocket, and then turn it off. Smiling and shaking your head a little.

“See you guys tomorrow,” you tell the two cashiers as you punch out. 

They smile and say goodbye as you head for the door. Since you don’t carry a purse, there’s no need to have a code 99 before you leave. The air is a little crisp, it being the beginning of January in Southern Arizona and you put the hood of your hoodie over your head. It’s been a cold few weeks, although this week has been the worst with the rain. For three days now the low in the mornings has been in the upper twenties and the days barely over fifty. That’s cold for where you live but it happens every so many years.

As you’re walking toward your truck, which you love with all your heart, the man from earlier is following you still. The chill doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all. For now, you believe he’s still just a customer, not paying him much attention. The wind blows just right, from behind you, and all you can smell is sulfur, and a chill runs down your back. You take a deep breath though, calming your nerves. You should have known that picking a job across the street from where you had previously worked wasn’t the best of ideas.

You stayed calm as you walked to your truck. She was quite the beast of a truck. A 91’ F350 XLT Lariat, crew cab, long bed, with a two-inch lift, 1500 lb leaf springs, and 4-wheel drive. You hadn’t saved up enough to have her fixed up like you wanted but you loved her dearly. As you rounded the hood, the man pushed you against your truck, right in front of the tire.

“Found you,” he said in a low, pleased tone, smiling devilishly, “The boss is gonna be pleased.”

Without thinking you put your hand on his chest and the black smoke of the demon's soul began expelling out of his mouth, toward the ground. This wasn’t the first time you’d had to deal with demons and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. The demon looked at you through the man’s eyes, almost in terror but more in shock at what you were doing. He apparently didn’t get the memo of what had happened to the last demon that had gotten too close to you. A smirk crossed your lips as the demon's soul left the man’s body, went into the ground, back to hell where it belonged. 

With the demon now gone, the man was unconscious. You sighed before carefully dragging him over to the closest tree in the parking lot, which you had parked near, and propped him against it. At least he was still alive. Most demons rode whoever they possessed hard, usually killing them in the process. He’ll wake later, you told yourself before heading home.

That night you thought long and hard about whether or not to go back to work the following day. You knew the demon would tell his boss, whom you’d never met, just heard about. That’s when you sat up a little straighter on your couch, a determination in your eyes.

“I’m not letting demons run me out of a job I love,” you said confidently.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 2

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[sapphicbookclub]

Author Spotlight: Diane Billas

We at the Sapphic Book Club are excited to bring you a new essay from author Diane Billas, titled Feeling Like I Belong. Billas is the author of the current club read Does Love Always Win?, her debut novel.

I never thought I belonged in the LGBTQ+ community. I’m pansexual and married to a man, so honestly, I very rarely told people my sexual orientation because I was afraid to be judged and wasn’t sure if I was queer enough. I was scared of the inevitable bi/pan erasure to happen. 

But I started to find that this wasn’t healthy for my own mental health. Plus, I was denying people a chance to know who I am as an individual—the real me—and I made assumptions about what people might say that might not actually be true. 

Through the help of my therapist, I joined an LGBTQ+ support group to dip my toes into feeling like I belong somewhere. I first wanted to attend a bi/pan group but I couldn’t find one, so I decided to join an LGBTQ+ support group near where I live and I’m so happy I did. They are the nicest and most accepting group of people I have ever met. My first time attending the group I think I only said a few words but I could tell that I was going to feel comfortable confiding in them. They made me feel like there was actually a spot for me in the LGBTQ+ community, and for that, I am so thankful. 

By the time my sapphic young adult novel, Does Love Always Win?, was picked up by a publisher, I was finally feeling more sure about myself, thanks to my support group and therapist. I decided to take the leap and tell my family about myself. I wanted to be able to talk about my book authentically and why I wrote it, and in order to do that I needed to be out. 

The press release about my book was getting ready to be released, so I drove two hours to my parents’ house to tell them about myself. I was so scared and thought I was going to throw up but the discussion went better than I expected and my mom even said she wishes I told her sooner. 

Some days I still have doubts about myself and if I really do belong in the LGBTQ+ community, but then I remember how accepting most people have been, and realize that yes, there is a place for all that identify there, no matter what. 

Diane Billas is the author of the young adult sapphic contemporary romance novel Does Love Always Win? and the young adult superhero LGBTQ+ novel Superficial releasing September 2024, both published with Creative James Media.

Diane Billas lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband and son. When she’s not writing she can be found reading multiple books at once, performing the French horn and piano, or dreaming of the next country she’s going to visit. Diane can be found at dianebillas.com, on Twitter, TikTok, and Facebook @dianebillas, and on Instagram @dianebillaswrites.

#wlw books #booklr #lgbt books #contemporary #book recs #sapphic books #diverse books #diane billas #does love always win #coming of age #guest post

[avatarmerida]

Huntlow height difference from willows pov

If you wanted it written in first person I’m sorry but I simply can’t write that style very well but I hope this is just as good anon

———

“Hey Hunter, can you come get the cake pan off the top shelf for me?” Willow called from the kitchen. Hunter eagerly hopped off the coach and sprang into the next room to assist her.

“Here ya go,” he said as he carefully handed her the glass pan. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Hmm I don’t think so,” said Willow, reading the recipe. “Oh, wait I think the brown sugar is up high as well. If you wouldn’t mind-.”

“On it!” said Hunter effortlessly bringing the bag down to her.

“Thank you,” smiled Willow taking the bag from him and setting it on the counter.

“If you want I could stick around in case there’s anything else you need that’s high up,” said Hunter, leaning against the counter attempting to look as causal as possible. “I could also help chop up the apples.”

“Sounds good to me,” smiled Willow, grateful for the help and the excuse to spend time with Hunter. She got a spare apron from beside the stove and Hunter ducked down so she could place it over his head like a medal. “I can start beating the eggs, just let me know if I’m in your way okay?”

“You could never be in my way,” Hunter assured as he tightened the bow around his waist (trying not to blush at the fact that Willow had given him one that read “Kiss the Cook” on the front) and the two began their work. The kitchen wasn’t big by any means, but the pair didn’t mind the lack of counter space. This had become their routine. By constantly offering to help Willow, Hunter found that he enjoyed the rhythm and method of baking. It was calming.

And the company wasn’t bad either.

They both worked side by side in silence, focused on their task. Willow began to him quietly under her breath, a habit she didn’t notice but Hunter adored.

“I think it needs cinnamon,” Hunter murmured to himself as he slid to the side to reached up into the cupboard above Willow. She was so focused on her own project she didn’t notice he had moved until she went to turn around to check if she had preheated the oven and found Hunter standing over her.

She sometimes forgot how tall he was. Had he gotten taller since they’d gotten here? Maybe his posture had just gotten better. But looking up him now with a view of his jawline highlighted by the kitchen light, Willow was grateful that she always conveniently forgot to remind Mrs. Noceda to pick up a step stool when they were out shopping.

“Oh, here it is,” said Hunter to himself as he found what he was looking for. He placed his other hand back on the counter as the other held the cinnamon as he looked back down to meet Willow’s gaze and realized he was standing over her. “Oh, sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-.”

“Oh it’s totally fine,” Willow squeaked. “Um could you see if the green spatula is up there?”

“Oh yeah of course,” he said as he continued to search, moving jars and cans around. “Hmm, sorry I don’t see it...”

“Oh, silly me it’s right here,” said Willow, as she miraculously found the mentioned spatula sitting beside her hand all along. There was something about having to look up to him made Willow want to reach up pull him down to her level to... help him hear her better.

“Oh, good,” said Hunter with a smile as he went back to his station as he combined Willow’s mixture with his own to send to the oven. “Well, let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

“Ya know it’s kind of funny,” said Willow as she placed the dishes in the sink. “Mrs. Noceda is barely taller than I am, I don’t understand how these things end up so high.”

“I mean, if you’ve got the storage, might as well use it right?”

“I guess,” chuckled Willow. “But I really appreciate you helping me, I don���t know how I’d do it without you.”

“Well, I know how much you love baking so it’s really no trouble at all,” said Hunter, admiring the way she cleaned her glasses with the end of her apron. “Anything to help, ya know?”

———

“Oh, Mrs. Noceda, please allow me,” said Hunter, swooping in as Camila began emptying to dishwasher. “Let me put those away for you.”

“Oh, why thank you mijo,” she said, allowing Hunter to take the clean baking pan from her. “Do you need a step stool? You don’t need to put them up so high.”

“Well, I figured you have the storage why not use it, right?”

#huntlow #it’s domestic and short and simple what do you want from me #willow park #hunter toh #toh #the owl house #hunter wittebane #winter toh #anon #ask

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 2004

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN 2: Ladies and Jellybeans, let me know which day you want me to post and what you think so far. Should I keep going? XxLu

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Seven

 

Santiago walked down the stairs to the smell of bacon and fresh coffee. It kind of felt like a dream. He rounded the corner and saw Gabby at the stove top, moving around to music on the small radio in front of her.

“Geez, look at you Donna Reed”

“I take it that you don’t want some breakfast then?”

“I just didn’t know you were so domesticated”

“Well Garcia. Maybe you don’t know me” she laughed “Sit down”

He looked around wondering where everybody else was but then again it was six in the morning. They were going to need an earthquake to wake Benny. He had walked past Frankie’s room and heard snoozing and God knew where Will had gotten too. If anybody was awake, it was going to be Will.

She walked over to him with a cup of coffee

“Thanks”

“You’re looking at me strange” she laughed “What?”

“Nothing bad. It’s nothing”

“What do you want to for breakfast?”

“Whatever you give me”

“Shit on a stick?” she offered “Shit rolled in sugar?”

“I’ll take both”

“Hungry then?” she chuckled, he didn’t. Gabby turned her head to the side and frowned at him “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” he said quietly “Tired, I guess”

“Well, have something to eat and go back upstairs and get some more sleep”

“Yes, Madre”

She rolled her eyes and turned back around only to crack a few eggs and break them into the pan.

“Martha Stewart, Gabby. Is the best Gabby” a voice said from the doorway.

It was Frankie, she didn’t need to turn around to know that. She left the eggs and poured him a cup of coffee. Before walking it over to the table.

“The boys still asleep?”

“I think I heard them shuffling around” Frankie told her yawning “Where's Sebastian?”

“Picking corn"

“Harvesting corn” Santiago told her

She took a deep breath, looked back and smiles at him “You like correcting me, don’t you?”

“Everybody needs a hobby”

“He’s harvesting corn” she told Frankie

“Is he going with you to see Gunner?”

“No, he’s got too much to do here. I’ll just go by myself. It will be fine”

“Gabs”

“Frankie, what do you think he’s going to do?” she laughed

“I can go with you” Santiago offered. Gabby and Frankie looked at him quickly “If you want”

“Yeah, if you wanna come to town”

“I’m driving though”

She muttered something under her breath before she turned back around to the stove.

 

After breakfast and after everyone was taken care of Gabby walked down to the corn field and somehow founded him there with no workers. She smiled to herself because it was so like Sebastian to think that he can hand pick a field of corn by himself.

She sidled up beside him and started picking corn.

“What are you doing?” he chuckled

“Harvesting corn”

“You don’t have too. It’s boring”

“I could do with a little boring right now” she smiled “I’m going to take Garcia with me to go met Gunner”

“Mmm-hmm” he smiled

“What?”

“Nothing, Luna. Nothing”

“O-kay” she told him confused, continuing to pick corn not looking at him “Will you go to dinner with me tonight?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“A little”

“I’ll always say yes to that”

“There’s food for you in the fridge when you’re ready”

“Be careful, I might get used to you taking care of me”

“All a part of my evil plan”

She smiled and nodded her head, dumped the corn in the basket and wandered off again

 

#

 

When they said the guy’s name was Gunner. Santiago was expecting a tall blonde guy that sounded like the Swedish guy out of the Muppets but he wasn’t. He was a short, dark-haired guy that looked more Italian.

He was also eyeing Gabby like he was starving, and she was a rib-eye.

Instantly Santiago understood where all the concern had been coming from.

They all sat down at a table in an empty restaurant, Gunner across from them.

Damn straight Santiago was feeling territorial.

He draped his arm over the back of her chair. Casually, of course

Gabby didn’t notice, Gunner did.

“So this is a, don’t ask, don’t tell type deal?” Gunner asked smirking “Can I know what I’m moving?”

“Nope” she said sweetly “Better for you if you don’t know”

“What do you need?”

“A plane. Bigger the better”

“I can do that. Where are you guys at?”

“Sebastian’s farm”

“Can’t fly into there”

“Where do you think we can go?” Santiago asked

“Boarder is probably better”

“Gunner” she warned

“It’s abandoned and it has an airfield”

“It’s basically a mass grave”

“Where are we going?” Santiago asked

“Camp Cult” she said impossibly sweetly

“In the Jungle?” he asked

“If you guys can think of a better idea”

“Ugh” she said under her breath “Fine. When?”

“Need a few days. I’ll call once I get the plane and the papers. I have a C-5M that would work”

“We’re still figuring out where we’re flying to”

“You have time” Gunner stood up and smiled at her “You owe me”

“I’m aware”

Santiago frowned as Gunner walked out the door. She smiled at him, trying not to laugh at the protectiveness.

It was amazing how fast men turned into pack animals.

He led her out to the street and even opened her car door for her.

It was the first time in history that had ever happened.

She knew where it was coming from.

As much as they got on each other nerves both Santiago and Gabby had each other’s back.

He was concerned about Gunner, just like Frankie and Sebastian and she understood why. Gunner didn’t know where the line was sometimes, but she knew he wasn’t dangerous. Sure, he could be greedy but if he didn’t know what he was transporting.

They were golden.

Gabby and Santiago were on the road for maybe twenty minutes before anyone spoke 

“Where did you meet this guy?”

“He was smuggling ivory out of Africa when we were there”

“He was smuggling ivory?” Santiago laughed “A little old fashioned don’t you think?”

“It’s still huge. You’d be surprised. It’s still happening, it’s just more difficult now. Then he was smuggling cigarettes into Bosnia from Montenegro. I was in Bosnia, about to go to the Central Africa”

“So, he is a smuggler?”

“Isn’t that what we need?”

“Can we trust him?”

“Enough”

“What does that mean?”

“I have more on him than he does on us, and he knows I’m willing to use it. Frankie’s involved and Sebastian’s involved. Gunner knows the lengths I’m willing to go to keep them safe”

“He’s not going to cross a line?”

“I doubt it”

“Okay”

“Why?”

“He seems a little creepy?”

“Have you been you been talking to Frankie?” she laughed

“One thing that Frankie will always worry about is your safety. Especially, after everything you two have been through. Sebastian seems to feel the same way”

“You’ve met him. What do you think?”

“I think he wants you”

“He can want me all he likes and give us a plane when we need it”

“Gabby”

She quickly looked over at him

“It’s going to be fine, Garcia. I promise. I can handle him”

There was so much more he wanted to say. So much that he wanted to ask but he knew it wasn’t his place.

So, he just kept on driving.

 

#

 

Once they had pulled up to the house she was climbing the front steps before she looked at her watch

“Crap. Crap,Crap. Crap!”

Santiago watched her confused as she raced up the stairs taking two at a time then disappearing.

“They have a date in an hour” Benny told him

“With Sebastian?”

“No, with The White Rabbit”

Santiago gave him an annoyed look and shook his head

“I hate that Gunner guy”

“I know” Frankie agreed

“He’s all handsy and in her space and she feed into it”

“Technically she is using him” Will told them “So that would make sense”

“What does he want out of it?” Frankie asked worry all too clear in his voice

“He didn’t say”

They all hoped that money was enough. She was right. How much money was enough

Forty-five minutes later Sabastian walked down the stairs in a suit, minus the tie. Slicked back hair and already for their night

“You guys going to be alright here for the night?”

“We’ll be alright” Will reassured him “We won’t burn the place down”

They all heard a pair of heels click down the stairs slowly, carefully before Sebastian offered her his steady hand.

All four of them gawked at her. She looked so different all dolled up. Hair curled, full face of make up, heels and a satin lavender dress which was backless, all but a flimsy satin ribbon barely but not even tying it all together.

She couldn’t believe that he had kept it all this time.

All her clothes were still here

Will looked at Santiago, then looked at his brother. Benny smirked and looked at Santiago’s expression of pure shock and awe.

“Are you guys going to be alright for a little while?”

“Don’t worry” Frankie told her, kissing her on the cheek

“Now” Will said to Sebastian “You have her home by eleven”

“Yes, Dad” she answered

They watched them walked out of the house. Arm in arm.

They got a full fifteen minutes into the evening before Santiago suggested they to were going out on the town for a drink.

They locked the front door behind them.

Santiago could still smell her perfume

#

 

It took them two hours and a few clubs till they found Gaby and Sebastian on the dance floor, lit up by lights.

It took three of the guys some time to find her but not Santiago. She hadn’t look so carefree since she landed. She was laughing and smiling.

She caught them by the corner of her eyes. It was actually hard to miss them. They all clearly came across as military. Something about their presence, their stance.

They weren’t fooling anyone.

It was kinda funny.

Sebastian and Gabby parted ways on the dance floor. He picked another partner up in five second because that’s the type of place it was and Gabby just walked up to her guys at the bar.

Frankie was getting distracted by the lights. Will was watching all the exits and Benny was chatting up a girl

Like she could expect anything else

“In all the clubs, in all the world” she teased Santiago “Coincidence?”

“Caracas is smaller than you think”

“It has over two million people”

“Well, that’s good since we’re trying to hide”

“Go buy a pretty girl a drink” she told him “Take her for a spin. You might like it”

She made her way back through the crowd and back on to the dance floor where she was going to stay for the rest of the night.

At least that was the plan

It was only few hours later, just when they were getting comfortable and dare, they say it, complacent in their surroundings.

When suddenly shots rang out at the front of the club and the place changed completely. The only calm people were standing at the bar. Will waved her over, Sebastian grabbed her and dragged her through the panicked crowd.

 

As her feet hit the street someone grabbed her free hand and dragged her in the other different direction.

“Garcia” she protested

“We’re going to spilt up. Will and Frankie are going to go with Sebastian. You’re coming with us”

“Why?” she asked looking at Sebastian

“Luna, go”

She stood there watching the three of them jog away

“Will” she called out

She didn’t finish the sentence, but Will heard it

My whole life is with you, protect them

“I know” he called back to her.

She swore under her breath and let Santiago drag her away down the street.

#frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #triple frontier #will miller #benny miller #netflix #santiago garcia x oc #ben miller #charlie hunnam #pedro pascal #garrett hedlund #oscar isaac #the chain

[oh-shtars]

Soooooo,

@signed-sapphire had me thinking about something lately and noticed a minor plot hole. I do wonder how Sueño is fluent in sign language but doesn’t really know other languages such as Spanish.

(Since you know, he doesn’t know what his new name, Sueño, even means. Saving that for a wholesome reveal. ☺️)

And I’ve been thinking. The reason I made him mute in the first place is a reference to all the pantomime characters Disney used to have back then. (Characters like Dopey from Snow White, Tinkerbell from Peter Pan, and Gideon from Pinocchio). And plus, because it sounded like fun representation for people who are nonverbal. So I wanted to keep it that way.

Many thanks for Saph for helping me realise this plot hole! 💖 It was unintentional, sure, but it’s really helpful for me to see things in another perspective and think it through again.

So here’s what I’m thinking:

Stars above know how to speak spoken human languages such as English and others because they listen to wishes anyway. And they learn how to verbally speak like a child would. Slowly learning the meaning of each sound.

Is Sueño the only mute star? No.

Like humans, I did say that the stars are born all differently. Some are mute, blind, or deaf. These stars can still tend to wishes and communicate with their kind because they have their own language anyways. They can communicate telepathically to other stars in a language that are indecipherable to the human ear. (And ear-damaging loud if spoken out loud on earth. lol.)

Wishes that they receive in their plane of reality also can be heard within their head telepathically. (I got this idea since sound can’t really travel in space.)

When Sueño is on Earth in the story, he’s very familiar with English since he used to listen often to the humans wishing below. But not exactly fluent with other languages since he was captured at a young age.

(Side note: I also have this idea that stars can’t see the way humans live their lives in clear detail. It’s just blurry silhouettes or something. Just like how humans can’t clearly see stars in massive detail. So sign language isn’t a familiar thing to Sueño’s kind. And also they can’t see through clouds if the weather isn’t clear.)

Anyways, what I’m thinking is still have Sueño be a pantomime character. Communicating with movements and facial expressions while also utilising his shapeshifting magic and stardust. Like Sandy from RoTG.

But would it be sweet if he learns sign through Asha? She’s still rusty with it but it’s still helpful. Plus, Dario is fluent with it too because of his hard of hearing.

I think this would be a really nice example for Sueño to discover how considerate humans are to each other that they found ways to communicate with those of a disability. Discovering and realising that not all of them are jerks are after all.

Idk, what do you guys think of this idea? If you give any suggestions in how to tweak it, I might consider them.

#wish au #reach for the stars au #wish rewrite #rfts au #wish starboy #wish star #wish asha

[resident-gay-bitch]

Hellraiser

summary: It’s 1987, the upside down is well and truly gone. All that’s left is severe trauma they’re too scared to talk about, and homosexual relaiseations. And Eddie never thought he’d see the day where Mike Wheeler was gay, something he never would have picked. But, heck, he’d seen stranger things. And doesn’t that unexpected reality leave room for the slight possibility that Steve Harrington might be too? 

warnings: gay, suggestive language, blatant stupidity, sobbing, Eddie with his hair tied back. 

i found the image in my steddie folder and i have no idea who drew it or where it came from, so if you are / know the artist who made this, please comment their @ and the platform they use so i can credit them :) thankies <3

“You’re what?” Eddie pressed the phone closer to his ear, the chewing of his salt and vinegar chip and mustard sandwich coming to a halt. 

“I’m going on a date with Will, and I am freaking out.” Mike whispered into the receiver, checking over his shoulder every so often to ensure his family wouldn’t hear. 

“Okay…” Eddie ran his hand down his face, “You’re into dudes?” 

“Yes.” Mike answered.

“What?” 

Mike rolled his eyes, “Jesus christ, you gonna help me or not?” 

Eddie stiffened, folding his arms over his chest, “Ye- yeah sure.” 

“Okay…” Mike sniffled, “What do you wear on a date with a dude?”

“I don’t know!”

“Your gay! How do you not know?”

“I don’t go on dates, wanker.” 

“You don’t?” Mike scratched his chin, “But your out-”

“To you guys.” Eddie sighed, “Cause you wouldn’t drop stupid questions about me and your sister.” 

“So you’ve never been on a date with a dude?” 

“No.” 

There was a long pause, “Well fuck.” 

“Can we please circle back to you being gay?” 

“No.” Mike pressed, “Later, I’m freaking out.” 

“Okay, okay.” Eddie took another bite of his sandwich, “When is your date?”

“In half an hour-”

“Jesus-” Eddie groaned, “You’re not helping the situation, Wheeler.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Mike sassed, “Also I need a ride.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Can’t your sister take you?”

“No, she’s with Robin.” 

“Right.” Eddie sighed, “Okay, okay. I’ll be over in five.” 

“Thank you.” Mike nodded and hung up the phone. 

“Jesus christ.” Eddie muttered to himself and turned to find Wayne standing in the kitchen with a beer in hand. 

“The Wheeler kids gay?” 

“Apparently.” Eddie shrugged. 

“Both of them?”

“Apparently.” Eddie took a hefty bite of his sandwich. 

“Never the ones you expect, huh?” Wayne smirked, “You know, that-”

Eddie threw his hands in the air. Walking down to his room, “Will you stop with the Steve crap?” 

Wayne followed him, continuing to talk as Eddie changed shirts, “I’m telling ya, he might be into you-”

“He’s not.” Eddie grunted, pushing his foot into one of his sneakers. 

“Well, if that Wheeler boy is-”

“Wheeler - whilst this is impeccably shocking news to me - is a freak. Harrington is the furthest from freaky I’ve ever seen.” 

“He’s always coming over.”

“He hates his parents.” 

“Even when they’re on trips.” 

“Hates his empty house.” 

“Stays the night a lot.” 

Eddie grabbed his keys and tossed them in his hand, “It’s never planned, we just end up talking late.” 

“Yeah, I’ve said the same thing about every girlfriend I’ve ever had.” 

“Steve’s not a girl.” he pushed past Wayne and out to the living room. 

“Borrows your clothes a lot.” 

“Because he doesn’t have anything to sleep in when he does stay over.” 

“You sleep beside each other.” 

“I sleep beside Gareth and that too.” 

“Not for years.” Wayne protested, “And you always went head to toe.” 

“We’re not kids anymore, we can sleep beside each other in an ungay way.” 

“But you are gay.” 

Eddie dead panned him, “You’re really annoying.” 

“I’m telling you, just ask him-”

“I’m not gonna walk up to Steve and say, ‘hey, any chance your a homosexual too, even though your an absolute ladies man and constantly bed them and brag about it to me, wanna be my boyfriend?’.” He grabbed a sweater off the couch and pulled it over his head. 

“The fact that you’re wearing his jumper right now practically says that for you.” 

Eddie gritted his teeth, “He said I can borrow it.” 

“Ah huh.” Wayne nodded, “All I’m saying is, if the Wheeler kid can be gay, why can’t Steve?” 

Eddie sighed and walked over to the front door, “Because, he’s just not.” 

—————————————————————————

Mike threw the door open, half dressed and a freaking mess. 

“Holy shit Wheeler.” Eddie shook his head, stepping inside, “Put some fucking clothes on.” 

“I’m trying.” He groaned leading Eddie up to his room, “I don’t know what to wear. Help.”

“I’m not a chick!” Eddie threw his hands up. 

“Just-” Mike sighed, “Blue or red?” 

Eddie scrunched up his face, “Blue?”

Mike nodded and pulled the shirt on. 

“Where is this date anyway?”

“Movies.” 

“Ah.” Eddie nodded, “Can I ask-”

“No.” Mike groaned.

“You asked me!” Eddie raised his eyebrows, and Mike rolled his eyes, allowing him to continue, “When, how, why?”

He deadpanned Eddie, “Last month, you, Will.” 

Eddie nodded, “Me?” He placed his hands on his hips, feeling a little overly confident. 

“Yeah…” Mike sighed, “Your insesent rambling about your homosexual realisations made me realise I have them too.” 

Eddie shot him a dirty glare, “I feel like that was an insult.”

“It was.”

“Ass.” Eddie scoffed, “So… Byers huh?” 

Mike walked out of his room and down stairs, “Shut up.”

Eddie walked out the door and over to his van, the both of them climbing inside, “So uhm, who asked who?”

“Me.” Mike nodded awkwardly, “Kinda.” 

“Kinda?” 

“Yeah, well… I didn’t ask him out, I just asked if he wanted to see a movie.”

Eddie looked at him, “So it’s not a date?”

“It is.” Mike pressed, “We like… kissed.”

Eddie smirked and started to drive, “You kissed, huh?” 

Mike rubbed his forehead in embarrassment, “Look, I didn’t know who else to go to. Stop being an ass.”

“Alright, alright.” Eddie nodded, “I’m just… surprised.” 

“So was Will.” 

Eddie laughed, “Kids been pining over you for years, dude.” 

“I know.” Mike leant on his elbow, “It’s why it surprised him so much.”

“I bet.” 

“Don’t… tell anyone. Please?” Mike turned his attention to Eddie, anxiety showing in his eyes, “I’m just- I don’t know how to feel about it yet.” 

Eddie sighed, “You’ll get used to it, man.” he licked his lips, “Took me a while to get used to the feeling as well, only I was twelve and didn’t have a boyfriend to show me I wasn’t alone.” 

They let the vulnerability sit in the air for a moment, both of them feeling a little lost. Mike cleared his throat, and Eddie puffed out his chest, both of them attempting to ‘man up’. 

“You gonna need a ride home too?” Eddie opted for a conversation change, neither of them looking at the other.

“Yep.” Mike nodded as Eddie pulled into the cinema parking lot. 

They climbed out of the car and headed in. They jumped right in line to buy tickets. 

“That will be fifteen twenty.” The cashier said, her eyes lazy whilst she chewed her bubble gum, she did not want to be there. 

“Fuck.” Mike muttered, “They’ve gone up since last time.”

“Summer rates.” She replied. 

“It’s March.” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows. 

The girl shrugged. 

“I don’t have enough for mine and Wills tickets, plus snacks.” 

Eddie sighed and pulled out his wallet, “Never doing this for you again, kid.” Eddie slid a twenty on the counter, “You owe me.” 

Mike nodded, and the girl handed Mike the tickets. Mike pulled out ten bucks and gave it to Eddie before running off to the snack bar. Ed stepped up to the counter as she handed him the change. 

“Actually, I’ll get one more ticket to whatever he’s seeing.” He handed her the ten, “Gotta pass the time somehow, right?” 

She chewed her bubble gum and forced a smile. The ticket machine printed his ticket, and she handed him back the change, making sure her fingers brushed against his palm. Eddie drew his eyes up to her, and she was twirling a strand of bright red hair around her finger, batting her eyelids at him. Eddie cleared his throat and stuffed the money into his wallet, grabbing the ticket off the counter. 

“I get off in an hour, you know, if you get bored of the movie.” She smiled. 

Eddie looked around, a little unsure of how to respond, “Uh, huh.” 

“I got a pretty spacious car round back, if you want?” 

“No thanks.” Eddie awkwardly smiled and bounced away. 

“Dude,” Mike walked over to him with a grin, popcorn under his arm, a bag of maltesers on top, and two drinks in hand, “did you just get hit on.” 

“I think so.” Eddie shivered, “I’m gonna go take a piss.” 

Mike nodded, and Eddie wandered into the bathroom. When he came back out, he saw Will and Mike, both red cheeked, making conversation. He smiled to himself, shaking his head and walked over to the candy bar. He ordered a large coke, and a box of popcorn. He looked back over to the kids to see Steve now standing with them. Eddie froze, heart skipping a beat or two. He looked down at himself, cheeks going red as he realised he was in fact wearing Steve’s jumper. He began to walk over to the group, and as he got closer, he noticed that Steve was wearing one of Eddie’s band shirts. He bit his lip. 

“Look who the cat dragged in.” 

Steve looked up, his face immediately blushing pink and he folded his arms over his chest in an attempt to hide the shirt, “Munson. Did not know you’d be here.” 

“Likewise.” They both shared an awkward glance, and Will and Mike smiled at each other knowingly. 

“I take it you’re supervising too?” 

“Yup.” Eddie nodded, “Mum and dad.” 

Steve laughed. 

“We’re gonna go in.” Will spoke up. 

“Yeah, okay.” Steve nodded, “I’m just gonna get a soda.” 

The younger boys bounced off to the cinema, leaving Steve and Eddie to their own, in eachothers clothes. 

“I must say,” Eddie grinned, “You got great taste in music, wouldn’t pin you as a metal man.” 

Steve smirked and shook his head, “Ah huh.” he poked Eddie’s chest, “And you said you hated the colour yellow.” 

He shrugged, “It’s growing on me.” 

They decided to share the box of Eddie’s popcorn, and Steve bought them some chocolate before heading in. They sat a few rows back. Far enough away to give the boys some privacy, but still close enough to throw popcorn or heckle at them if they started making out. The movie started, it was a screening of Hellraiser. Fun fact about Eddie; he hated horror movies, even before the terrors of the upside down. They were just plain scary, he hated scary, he hated how easy he was to scare. And then after the traumer of the upside down, and his near death experience, he hated them even more. Steve didn’t like them either. He used to be a horror buff, they were a one way ticket to pound town with just about any girl. Put on something scary, she cowers into his chest, his big strong arms console her, BAM!, they’re making out. But now, he was simply traumatised. Horror movies did nothing but turn him off or make him shy away. So this was gonna be a long afternoon. 

Steve and Eddie both tried their best to act tough, to ‘be a man’ as per usual. You couldn’t say the same for Will and Mike, they were latching onto each other for dear life. Eddie shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth, terror in his eyes as he tried his best to watch. Steve gripped onto the arms of the chair for dear life. About midway through the movie, Mike and Will started making out. 

“Hey.” Eddie shouted and tossed a Reeses Piece at Mike’s head, “Keep it PG thirteen.” 

“Ow,” Mike turned back to him, “Asshole.” 

Steve pointed a finger at him, “Don’t talk to your father like that.” 

Mike rolled his eyes and went back to watching the movie. Eddie turned his attention to Steve, 

“You knew this was a date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, lowering his tone so fellow movie goers couldn’t hear, “I’m surprised you’re here.” 

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, “I’m surprised you’re here.” 

He shrugged, “Will and I have a good relationship, I guess. Came out to me about… three months ago.” 

Eddie smirked, “He came out to me last year.” 

Steve’s jaw dropped, “What the fuck, why?” 

Eddie quirked his eyebrow. 

Steve shook his head, “Didn’t know about Wheeler till yesterday.” 

“Your one up on me there, then.” He smiled, “I found out about an hour ago.” 

Steve laughed. 

“Yeah, he called me asking for advice. Asking me what to wear and crap.”

“Weird.” Steve turned back to the movie. 

Eddie looked at him for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. Did Steve not know? Surely Robin would have told him. 

“I’m relieved that he finally admitted it.” 

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, “What?”

Steve turned his attention back to Eddie, “That he was gay.”

“He’s known for years-”

“No, Wheeler.” 

“Wha-” Eddie shuffled in his chair, “What do you mean?”

“I’ve had my suspicions about Wheeler for months now. Since they were reunited.”

Eddie shook his head, “You’re lying.” 

“Swear I’m not.” Steve smiled, “Since Robin came out to me, I’ve gotten better at noticing. But, I always suspect the ones you wouldn’t.” 

Eddie sunk down in his chair, “So you had both Wheelers figured out, huh?” 

Steve gave him a strange look, “Is there a sixth Wheeler I don’t know about?”

“Nan-” Eddie froze, “Never mind.”

Steve stiffened, “Nancys-”

“Robin didn’t tell you?” 

“Tell me what?” 

“That-” Eddie squinted his eyes, “I probably shouldn’t be the one to tell you. Don’t tell Mike.” 

“Are they… Robin and Nancy?”

Eddie nodded, “You didn’t hear it from me.”

Steve sunk back down in his chair, “Holy shit.” 

Eddie hesitated for a while, debating whether he really wanted to ask what he was thinking. He looked over to Steve, who was seemingly watching the movie, but in truth was trying to calculate the idea of Nancy and Robin being in a relationship. He bit his lip, taking a deep breath, and forced himself to ask, 

“Steve,” He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling a whole lot more anxious when Steve’s eyes found him in the dark, the soft glow of the movie screen illuminating his pretty features, “why are you so shocked that I know this stuff and you don’t?”

“Because…” He shrugged, “I’ve known them all for longer. And I suppose Mike is the exception, since he does not like me all that much and admires the shit out of you-”

“He does?” 

Steve rolled his eyes, “Cool it. He’s just a weirdo like you.”

Eddie flipped him the bird and let Steve continue. 

“I dunno, Robins my best friend, it’s strange that the girls told you but not me.” 

“It’s not-” Eddie took a breath, “It was per Nancy’s request.” 

“I suppose you guys are pretty close now.”

“Yeah… so it’s a cover when we all go out…” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, “You know, you and Robin look like you’re dating, Nance and me look like we’re dating. It’s a cover for all of us- well, not for you.” 

“Okay, that makes sense… but for you?”

Eddie just nodded. Maybe he really didn’t know.

“And Will, he told you last year?” 

“Yeah…” Eddie swallowed, “I could see myself in the kid, and so I just- I just let him know it was okay.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn’t really sure what to think, he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He looked at Will, then at Eddie, and it clicked - well, something clicked - they’re both shunned, bullied, called a freak and casted to the outskirts of society. Eddie’s the murderer and Wills the zombie boy. They were a safety net for one another, an underlying sense of natural trust, instant familial love. Which was true, of course, but not the reason Eddie was referring too. 

“Right.” Steve smiled and patted Eddie on the shoulder, “That’s sweet.” 

Eddie looked at Steve blankly. How the fuck was he not getting it?

“Yeah, sweet.” 

They went back to watching the movie. A few moments passed, and then there was a jumpscare. It flashed onto the screen in a second, big, loud and terrifying. Steve and Eddie both jumped out of their seats, shrieking and screaming, trying to crawl backwards, their hands subconsciously interlocking. They squeezed at each other’s hands for dear life, their knuckles turning white and the tips of their fingers turning red. They were both quite strong, so naturally, it hurt, Steve even felt his knuckles crack. They both relaxed back down into their seats, all eyes were on them. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie called out, “Watch the movie.” 

Will and Mike looked at them, then down at their interlocked hands, and smirked before turning back around. Eddie and Steve both blushed and instantly let go of one another, coughing and clearing their throats. Both missing the warmth of the other. 

“That was, uhm…” Eddie started. 

“Caught us by surprise.” Steve finished awkwardly. 

“Yeah…” His eyes dipped down to Steve’s hand that sat on his knee, he swallowed thickly, so desperately wanting to grab it again. 

“Do you like horror?” 

“Nope.” Eddie said blatantly, “Never liked it.” 

“Yeah…” Steve nodded, “Kinda creepy, huh?”

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed and they both looked down and Mike and Will who were cuddled up, “At least someones enjoying it.” 

Steve laughed softly. His attention turned to Eddie again, and they just looked at eachother. Eddie tried his best to force back a smile, Steve’s features so soft in this low light. He loved the way Steve’s eyes creased when he smiled, the light array of freckles that danced over his skin, the way his hair always fell in the perfect direction, the little strand that was hanging down over his left eye, the faint stubble on his cheeks after not shaving for a few days, the blush pink tone of his perfectly kissable lips. Eddie was a goner, always had been, head over heels for King Steve since nineteen-eighty-four, but his love only grew over the events of eighty-six. Steve sighed, his lips parted ever so slightly before curling up into a warm smile. Anyone who were to look at them now would think it was the gayest sight they had ever seen, but these longing stares were always shared in private, often in the confinements of Eddie’s bed, or Steve’s car late at night when the windows were all fogged up, Tears For Fears playing in the background. Eddie mindlessly picked at the fabric on the armrest between them, his breath falling deep and heavy under Steve’s intense gaze. Steve licked his lips ever so delicately, mouth suddenly feeling dry, and Eddie felt his insides coil. He wished, more than anything, that he was the one licking Steve’s lips right now. Steve smiled wide, Eddie’s heart raced, his cheeks suddenly felt a whole lot warmer. Thank Ozzy the theatre was always dark. Then, naturally, they were interrupted. There was another loud crash through the speakers, a bright flash shone out over the seats, and everyone jumped. Steve threw his arm out over Eddie’s chest, both of them coiling back in their seats. Eddie brought his knees up to his chest and cowered behind them, leaning in Steve’s direction. Steve’s other arm flew out in front of him in defence, one of his legs ready to kick. Both of them froze there for a moment, taking some time to compose themselves and catch their breaths. Eddie peered up at Steve, and then down at the arm pressed hard against his chest. He smiled to himself, feeling giddy over Steve’s natural instinct to protect him. Steve quickly pulled his arm away, 

“Sorry.” 

“I thought the husband was supposed to protect the wife.” Eddie joked, slowly lowering his legs back to the ground, “Or maybe you’re taking this ‘king’ thing too seriously.” 

Steve chuckled nervously, “Yeah.” He smiled down at Eddie, who was still slumped in his chair, “Or maybe I just know you’re a scared little bitch.”

Eddie deadpanned him, sitting up properly now, “I heard you scream. You can’t say shit, Sir Steve.” 

Steve rolled his eyes, “For your benefit… how about we wait for them outside?”

“For my benefit,” Eddie mocked him, “Yeah… keep telling yourself that, Stevie.” 

They quickly collected their things and ducked out of the cinema. They sat on the velvet bench across from the doors so the boys would be able to find them easily. Eddie sat crossleggerd facing Steve, and Steve straddled the bench, their drinks and popcorn sitting between them. Eddie grabbed a piece and tossed it up into the air, and caught it in his mouth, a little fist pump to celebrate. Steve squinted his eyes, he liked to challenge Eddie. He grabbed a piece himself, and tossed it up, catching it in his mouth as well. He mimicked Eddie’s little fist pump. Eddie grinned, wordlessly accepting Steve’s challenge, grabbing another piece, tossing it a little higher, and catching it. Steve did the same. Eddie threw two pieces, Steve threw three. Two landed in his mouth, the other hit his nose and bounced onto the floor. Eddie laughed and grabbed three pieces himself, but he managed to catch them all. 

“What the fuck.” Steve scoffed, “How’d you do that?” 

“I’m good with my mouth, Stevie.” He winked and threw a piece really high, catching it with a smirk. 

Steve blushed. 

“Watch my drink? I’m gonna go take a piss.” 

“If you’re not quick, I might drink it.” 

“Go ahead,” Eddie grinned, standing up, “as long as you use my straw. It’s the closest I’m gonna get to kissin ya.” 

Steve slowly drew his straw out of his cup and shoved it into Eddies, taking a long sip and raising his eyebrows. Eddie faked heartbreak before skipping off to the toilet. He thought to himself for a moment, standing there over the urinal, the post piss clarity sinking in. Eddie always flirted with Steve, a little too much sometimes, that was a fact. He just loved the way Steve would get all flustered and pink in the cheeks, he also loved when Steve teased back. He never flirted back though. That was a fact Eddie knew, hence why he was so dead set on Steve being straight. Eddie thought Steve would have figured out by now about his feelings. He stopped trying to hide them late last year. He’d probably never openly admit it of course, but if it meant he got to flirt with the boy he loved, then why the fuck not. Steve never asked him to stop. And yeah, it was pretty obvious that most of the things they did together were not the activities of a straight man, but Eddie honestly thought that was purely his influence. And he knew that Steve just craved affection, and attention, and love, so he musnt have minded the blatent homosexual themes throughout thier friendship. Eddie also was sure Steve knew he was gay. The rest of the group did. He told Will first, shortly after meeting him, and they connected a lot. After he caught Robin drooling over Nancy one day, he asked if she was a lesbian. And after a long conversation that primarily consisted of Robin rambling about how she definenly wasn’t, Eddie just smiled and told her he was super gay for Steve. He figured out Nancy’s feelings for Robin too. Whenever the four of them hung out, Nancy would attach herself to Eddie in an attempt to hide her feelings for Robin - who she believed had romantic feelings for Steve - which inevitably led to Eddie trying to let her down carefully. Which led to a tear filled confession from Nancy, to which he simply said ‘Steve is the furthest from Robin’s type… maybe you should let her know you like her too’. So yeah, that’s how Nancy and Eddie became so close, and acted sort of coupley when out in public - to hide away the reality of the situation. But that naturally led to Mike and Dustin berating him and Nancy with questions. Nancy was on the brink of tears, both her and Robin were most definitely not ready to come out - and neither was Eddie for that matter, he was only out to those two girls and Wayne - but he, being the selfless person he was, told the boys they were only fake dating to cover up the fact that he was gay. And then word got around and eventually the whole group, plus some of their siblings/parents knew. So he found the thought of Steve not knowing incredibly ridiculous. 

He zipped up his jeans and walked back out to find Steve tossing handfuls of popcorn in the air and trying to catch as many as he could. 

“The key is volume.” He smiled when Eddie sat back down. 

“I can see that.” He laughed, “I’m also blaming you if we get kicked out for making a mess.” 

“I’ll blame you, gotta keep the golden boy rep.” He grinned. 

“Jerk.” He laughed and took a sip of his drink.

“Ed?” Steve swallowed. 

“Stevie.” Eddie raised his eyebrows. 

“So, if Rob and Nance are together…” He rubbed the back of his neck and thought for a moment, “I thought you and Nancy were into each other.” 

Eddie snorted, “I can promise you, we’re not.” 

“Yeah, but you’re always… holding hands and stuff.” 

Eddie grinned, “Only in public, to keep the cover. Plus,” he scoffed, “you hold hands with Robin all the time.” 

“Yeah but she’s only into girls.” 

“Same sorta thing with me and Nance.” He took a breath, “The very gay, and the not so gay holding hands - best friends helpin eachother out.” 

“She’s into both, though-”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah…” Come on Steve, figure it out. 

Steve squinted his eyes, “I just can’t believe they are dating and didn’t tell me.” 

Eddie sighed, “You’re oblivious.”  

Steve shrugged and went back to tossin popcorn into his mouth. Eddie just watched with a smile, taking sips of his drink as they waited for the movie to end. About twenty minutes later, the doors busted open and a small swarm of people walked out. Will and Mike walked incredibly close to one another, but refused to hold hands in the daylight, in public, understandably so. The group walked around the corner to an old diner, a popular date location for teenagers. Mike and Will sat themselves down in a little booth on one side of the diner, and Eddie and Steve sat in one on the other side, still wanting to keep an eye on them, and also give them some privacy (and maybe to get some privacy themselves). Steve ordered a cheeseburger, and Eddie ordered some chicken nuggets - being the big child he is - and they opted to share a chocolate shake. 

“Yeah, those sodas were huge, I don’t need a whole shake to myself either.”

Their food was bought out in a flash, and they talked, and joked, and childishly fought over their different opinions of things, all whilst sharing a shake with two straws. Every time Steve leant in to take a sip, Eddie would quickly swallow his food down and lean in two, just so they could stare at each other for a couple of seconds, their faces incredibly close, their noses accidentally touching a few times. Eddie thought he was gonna die, and he scolded himself for getting hard under the table. 

“Nope.” Steve shook his head, shoving a fry into his mouth, “I’m telling you man, Back To The Future is way better.” 

“Give me one reason why.” 

“It just is.” Steve pressed.

“See, you don’t have a good reason.” Eddie smirked, “Terminator is the best time travel movie, hands down.” 

“Terminator has Arnold Schwarzenegger in it.” Steve deadpanned him. 

“One of the top reasons why I like it,” Eddie grabbed one of Steve’s fries - even though he has his own - and bit it in half, “I like my men brawny.” He winked. 

“Ha ha.” Steve wiggled his head, sarcasm seeping through his tone. 

God, he was oblivious. Eddie was over it now, sick to the core of this endless game of cat and mouse he was basically playing with himself. So he forced his nerves down, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and looked down the barrel of the gun. 

“Honest to god.” He put his hands up in defence, “Hunky boys are my thing.” 

Steve glared at him. 

Eddie forced himself to smile, “Hunky pretty boys.” He leant on his elbow, eyes fixed on Steve, “They make me all giddy when they take their shirts off.” 

“You sound like a girl.” Steve shook his head with a smile. 

Eddie sighed, “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Not generally, but when it comes to Arnold Schwarzenegger.” 

Eddie slumped down on the table, a groan finding its way through his lips. 

“What?” Steve chuckled. 

“Arnold Schwarzenegger is not a hunky pretty boy. He is just hunky.” He slowly looked back up at Steve. 

“I’m lost.” 

Eddie sighed, “Hunky pretty boys- anyone come to mind?” 

Steve thought for a moment, himself maybe?, he clicked his fingers and pointed at Eddie, “That guy from metallica you try to be like.” 

Eddie’s eyes fell half lidded and he just stared at Steve for a moment, “Sure.” 

“You’re a weirdo.” Steve shook his head with a smile, “For a moment I thought you were talking about me.” 

Eddie’s jaw hung slack, “Would you like it if I was talking about you, Stevie?” 

“Oh yes.” He deadpanned, his voice flat and emotionless, “I would love for you to drool over me shirtless.” Not a lie. 

“Carefull, Harrington,” Eddie huffed, “you sound kinda gay.” 

Steve raised his eyebrows, “And you don’t?” 

Okay, brutal honesty, here it comes, “Well, the fact that I actually-” 

“Oh shit.” Steve’s eyes were fixed behind Eddie, “It’s almost six, gotta get Will home.” 

Eddie bit his lip and slowly nodded, “Yeah, okay.” Jesus Christ, it was like the universe never wanted Steve to know. 

They left some money on the table, took one last sip of the shake (together) and grabbed Mike and Will. The younger boys walked ahead on the way back to their cars, Steve and Eddie walking slowly behind. 

“Okay, but in all honesty, Terminator wasn’t that bad.” Steve hummed. 

“Thankyou.” Eddie waived his arms out, turning slightly to face Steve as they walked. 

“But Schwarzenegger is not my type.” 

“No shit.” Eddie laughed, “I bet you like the pretty boys, huh. The ones you can protect?” 

Steve deadpanned him, spot on. 

Eddie pulled his arms up to flex his muscles, “Wanna show off, spread your manhood.” 

“My manhood?” Steve laughed. 

“Yeah.” Eddie grinned, “Big tough Stevie and his weak little boyfriend to be? Is that how you like it?”

You’re not weak, but small, “Har Har.” 

“Got ya right on the money.” Eddie waved his hands out in declaration, “Steve Harrington likes pathetic, pretty men.” 

He nudged Eddie’s side with his elbow, “You callin yourself pathetic, Munson?”

Eddie froze, that’s new, he swallowed down the aching lump in his throat, “You calling me pretty, Stevie?” 

“In your dreams, Edward.” 

Correct. Every night, “How dare you, Edward. Would you like me to call you Steven?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He grinned. 

They stopped out the front of their cars, Mike was leant up against Eddie’s van already with his hand on Will’s waist, listening intently as he gushed on about something all pink in the cheeks. Eddie tossed Mike his keys, signalling for him to get in the van, 

“You’re twelve, stop with the ogling.”

“Sixteen.” He groaned. 

Steve handed Will his keys too and told him to pick out some tunes for the ride home. 

“I must say, you’re a great person to share a milkshake with, Steve.” Eddie grinned, his hand brushing against Steve’s hip as he turned to face him, “You don’t hog it.” 

“What can I say,” Steve folded his arms over his chest, “I’m a giver, not a taker.” 

Eddie giggled, and he felt like a twelve year old girl, “I’d like my shirt back sometime, Harrington.”

“And I’d like my jumper. I’d offer to trade, but…” He pretended to think, tapping a finger on his chin, “now I know you like it when I take my shirt off I think I’ll make you wait.” 

Holy fuck, Eddie needed to get out of there before Steve noticed the raging erection he had. Why was he flirting? His own actions coming back to bite him in the ass of course. 

“Damn…” Eddie pouted his lips and flashed him the puppy dog eyes, “Was really looking forward to that.”

“So you admit you were talking about me?” Steve leant up against the front of Eddie’s van. 

Fuck it, “Who else would I be talking about?” he leant in a little teasingly. 

Steve stiffened, he swallowed, hard, “Yourself maybe.” 

“Nah, I’m not Hunky pretty, remember?” He smirked, “Just pathetic and pretty.” 

Steve rolled his eyes playfully, “I gotta get this kid home or his mums gonna kill me.” 

Eddie sighed, “Right… right, yeah.” 

Steve licked his lips, the slight pout on Eddie’s made him look so kissable, “So, I’ll see ya round?”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, watching as Steve walked over to his car. 

Steve shot him that adorable fucking smile he loved so much and he thought, what the fuck, I’ve got nothing to lose. So he took a deep breath, 

“Steve?” 

“Yeah?” He turned and looked back at Eddie, his hands on his hips.

Eddie loved when he did that. 

“How about next time I take you on a date, for real?” 

Steve’s heart skipped a beat, he froze, saying nothing, no fucking way was this happening, Eddie is not-

Eddie cleared his throat. 

Steve snapped out of his daze and forced himself to laugh, “Good one, Munson. I’ll knock on your door with a bouquet of flowers.” 

Fuck, his heart sank, this was hopeless, “Yeah,” He forced a smile, “I like daisies.” 

Steve smiled and turned to get back in his car. Eddie stood there for a while, watching Steve turn the key, say something to will, send him a quick little wave and smile, and drive away. He stood there even longer, his heart aching in his chest. 

BEEEEEEEP

Mike wailed his arms out from inside the van, “What are you doing?” 

Eddie shook all thoughts from his head - no matter how painful - and climbed into the car, “Sorry man.” 

“Dude,” Mike scoffed, “Harrington is not gay.” 

“That’s what I said about you.” He grunted. 

“Yeah,” Mike laughed, “but Harrington is definitely not.”

He sighed, “Yeah, I know.” 

——————————————————————————

Steve pulled up to Robin’s place and ran up to the door. Nancy’s car was parked in the driveway. He shook his head in disbelief. He knocked, rather aggressively, actually, and Robin answered the door with a smile, dressed in one of Nancys shirts. Her smile faltered when she saw the dead glare on Steve’s face. 

“You really didn’t tell me you finally got Nancy?” 

She awkwardly smiled, “Sorry?” 

He sighed and pushed past her, into the house, to find Nancy sitting curled up on the couch, a worried look on her face, “Explanation, please.”

“Uh- about four month-”

“You have been hiding this from me for four months?” Steve exclaimed. 

“Sorry?” She offered again. 

“You know, I want to be mad, but you did an exceptional job at it.” He turned to Nancy, “I really thought you and Munson were in love or something.”

Both Robin and Nancy shared a confused look before turning their attention back to Steve, Robin sat back down on the couch, “Yeah, and you’ve done an exceptional job at hiding your thing with Eddie, not.” 

Steve gave her a confused look now, “Sorry?”

“You and Eddie, you’re terrible at hid-” She squinted her eyes, looking intently at the shocked look on Steve’s face, “You’re with Eddie, right?” 

“No.” Steve pressed. 

“You’re not?” Nancy added. 

“No.” He shook his head. 

“What?” Robins jaw dropped, “I thought we had an unspoken understanding that I was with Nance and you were with Eddie because every time we go out you guys stop acting so gay and cling to us, and vise versa.”

“We don’t act gay!” Steve shouted, he didn’t know why, he knew they acted very gay. 

“Yeah right.” Robin shouted back, “You literally make googly eyes at each other all day.” 

“Well, we’re not together!”

“But you like him!” 

“You’re into men?” Nancy asked. 

“You’re into women?” He replied. 

She shrugged, “Fair enough.” 

“Okay, but…” Robin crossed her arms, “why aren’t you together?” 

Nancy whispered to Robin, “Ed thinks Steve is straight. Says there’s no point in actually asking so he just flirts instead, takes what he can get. I’m not supposed to be telling you, or Steve this, so shush.” 

Robin nodded, “Right.” She turned back to Steve, “Why haven’t you asked him out? It’s been a year.” 

“What makes you think he wants me to ask him out?” Steve shouted, wailing his arms around. 

Robin jumped up in a huff, marching over to the kitchen for a glass of water, “What makes you think he doesn’t?” 

Steve froze, he suddenly got a whole lot quieter, “He’s- he likes girls-” Robin just looked at him and shook her head, Steve’s eyes widened, “He likes guys?” 

“Whoopty doo!” Robin quipped, “You figured it out.” 

“But- today he-”

“You saw him today?” 

“Yeah, just then actually.” he thought for a moment, “But, he pulled his hand away when I grabbed it. And he was- he kept…” 

Robin and Nancy just kept looking at each other and then at Steve, on the brink of laughter as they waited for him to figure it out.

“No-” Steve shook his head, refusing to believe it. 

“At any point today did he share his food with you?” Robin sighed and walked back to the couch. 

“Yeah…” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “We shared popcorn, and I had some of his soda, and we shared a milkshake.” 

“Ah huh.” Robin nodded, “Eddie doesn’t share his food.”

“What are you talking about? We share all the time-”

“Yeah, he shares it with you.” She smiled, “He will not let anyone else go near it.”

“Hmmm, that doesn’t prove anything.” 

She sighed, “Okay… Did he find an excuse to call you his saviour again? Or call you tough, strong, a knight, a protector?”

“Maybe…” Yes, all the fucking time. 

She nodded, “Did he tease you for wearing his clothes?” 

Steve looked down at the shirt, “Yeah… he was wearing mine.”

Nancy dead panned him, “Did you guys do that thing where you stare longingly at each other for like, five minuets?” 

“Wha-” Steve cleared his throat, “How did you know-”

“So gay.” Robin shook her head, “Did he joke about kissing you?” 

Steve tensed, “Maybe.” 

“Did he find a way to call you gay, or make a joke about the both of you being gay?” 

Steve folded his arms over his chest, “I- yeah.” 

“Steve.” Robin pinched the bridge of her nose, “Those are not things a heterosexual man would do.” 

“Tommy used to do those things with me-” the realisation hit, “Oh.” 

“Oh.” Robin mocked him. 

“Oh my god.” His arms dropped to his sides. 

“Steve.” Nancy shook her head, “It’s like, common knowledge that he’s into dudes. I’m surprised Dustin hasn’t blabbed to you about it.” 

“Eddie’s into dudes…” He thought for a moment, “Fuck, I think he tried to tell me today.” 

“Probab-”

“Oh my fucking god.” Steve ran for the door. 

“What?” Robin called out. 

“He asked me out!” 

“What?” Nancy laughed, “He asked you out and you still didn’t pick up on it?” 

“I thought he was joking.” Steve pulled at his hair, “Oh my god, I need to go.” 

“Get the fuck out of here.” Robin yelled out, “Your stupidity baffles me, dingus.” 

——————————————————————————

Eddie strolled into his trailer and sat down on the springy couch. He leant on his knees and rubbed his eyes. 

“You alright, son?” Wayne asked as he grabbed a couple beers out from the fridge. 

Eddie looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, “Steve is definitely not gay.” 

Wayne walked over and handed Eddie a beer, “Come on, have a little-”

“I had a little optimism, Wayne.” He grunted, cracking the can open and taking a long sip, “I asked him out, and he thought it was a joke and laughed.” 

Wayne sighed. 

“I actually asked him out, Wayne.” He rubbed his forehead, biting back tears, “I gave it everything I had, and nothing. That ship of hope has sailed and sunk to the deepest trench of the fucking ocean.” 

Wayne sat down beside him and patted his back, “Sorry, son.” he sighed, “I really thought he liked ya.” 

——————————————————————————

It had been about an hour now, and Eddie was midway through Rocky Horror. He’d curled himself up in a pair of Steve’s sweats he had left behind, his yellow jumper, and nothing else. He nursed a can of beer in his hand, his hair tied back in a low bun, his knees were pulled up to his chest, he had the jumper covering half his face so he could smell steve - probably for the last time -, his cheeks were tear stained, but he wasn’t crying anymore, and he was quietly humming along to the musical. He really felt pathetic. Shame it’s not actually Steve’s type. 

“I can make you a ma-ha-ha-hannnnn.” He took a sip, his voice quiet and squeaky much like a mouse, “He’ll do press-ups, and chin-ups.” 

There was a soft knock at the door, and he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his - Steves - sweater, “I’ll get it.” 

He put the can down on the little coffee table in front of him, shoved the blanket he was under to the side, and stalked over to the door. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Steve standing there with his perfect fucking hair, and his perfect fucking eyes, his perfect fucking lips, his perfect fucking face, and his perfect fucking everything. 

“Hi.” He put on a face, pretending he hadn’t been pathetically sobbing for the past hour and a half. 

“Hi.” And fuck, did Steve almost die when he saw Eddie’s hair tied back. 

“Missed me, Stevie?” Carry on with the flirtatious act so he thinks it’s still all a joke. 

“Can’t help it,” He shrugged, “I’m a sucker for pathetic pretty boys.” 

Eddie forced himself to laugh. 

“Sorry.” 

“What?” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows. 

“I realised you weren’t joking…” Steve bit his lip. 

Eddie’s nostrils flared as a new wave of horror washed over him, play it cool, “Joking about what? About thinking Terminator is better than Back To The Future?” 

Steve laughed, “No… you know. About practically everything else we talked about today… and everyday for that matter-”

“I have no idea-” 

“I just hope you weren’t lying about these,” Steve pulled a bouquet of daisies out from behind his back, “that would be embarrassing.” 

Eddie looked at the flowers and then up at Steve, “I’m not really a flower man.” 

Steve laughed with a shrug, “Didn’t think so.” 

“Right…” Eddie hesitantly took the flowers. 

“Look, I’ve come to the realisation that I’m just really stupid sometimes.” He sighed, “You were trying to tell me over and over again today and I just- I didn’t get it… apparently it’s common knowledge, which makes it worse.” 

“Yeah…” Eddie swallowed, he was terrified, preparing himself for rejection. 

“For your information, you were right on the money when you were guessing my type in men- though, I wouldn’t call you pathetic. Just… in need of someone to look out for you.” 

“Har har.” Eddie laughed, this had to be a joke, right? 

“I wanna look out for you.” And all sense of humour was lost. 

“I’m right here,” Eddie tried to joke, “need your glasses maybe, Steve?”

This was going to be harder than he thought, but naturally Eddie would keep his walls up, so he just kept trying, “I do look out for you, all the time. You already got me… in one way or another.”

Eddie nodded, he was a freaking mess inside, but outside he seemed calm, cool and collected. 

Steve sighed, “You know… now that I think back, I realise Will opened up to you because you guys are the same, you both- you could just tell, you could see yourself in him.” 

“Okay…”  Oh god, here it comes. 

“I think I’m the same with Mike. I could see myself in him. We had that built up shitty feeling inside for years that we could never quite figure out, and it took some dorky nerd who was in need of saving to figure out what it was.” 

Eddie froze a bit, his heart raced and holy shit, was this what he’d been praying for? 

“I know all these stupid things I do with you are not things a straight man would ever do, but for some reason I refused to let myself believe that you might be gay too.” 

He said it, he fucking said it.

“Your- your gay?” Was all Eddie could spit out. 

“Yeah, whatever the Wheelers got, I got it too.” He smiled that perfect fucking smile. 

“Wow.” He thought for a moment and looked down at the flowers, “Wait a second… are you saying I made you gay, Stevie?” 

He sighed and tipped his head back, “Jesus, I was hoping you wouldn’t let that fo to your head.” 

He laughed, “Oh my, I totally did. I made Steve Harrington gay.” 

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t peel the grin off his face. 

Eddie folded his arms over his chest, “You laughed when I asked you out.”

“So that was definitely real?” 

“Yes.” 

Steve awkwardly smiled, “I was hoping it was.” he wiggled a little, “Sorry?” 

Eddie sighed, “Yeah, yeah. You kinda broke my heart, you know.” 

“Har har.” Steve grinned, but they both knew it wasn’t really a joke. 

“So, are you gonna ask me out or what?” Eddie pumped his eyebrows, “I’ve already had my turn.” 

Steve rolled his eyes playfully and leant on the doorframe, “You wanna go out some time, big boy?” 

Eddie bit his lip, his heart pounded so hard in his chest he thought it would jump out, “Yeah, yeah, good one, Harrington. You’re real funny.” 

Steve deadpanned him. 

“Yeah I’ll go out with ya,” He raised his eyebrows, “but you’re payin.” 

Steve rested a hand on each side of the doorframe, leaning forward on them to bring himself closer to Eddie, “Yeah, yeah. But you gotta promise to actually kiss me, this sharing a straw thing really sucks.” 

Eddie laughed and hit Steve in the chest with the bouquet of daisies, “You’re a dork.” 

“Nerd.” Steve quipped back. 

Eddie leaned in really close, “You sure you wanna kiss me, Stevie? Seems kinda gay to me.” 

“And you say I’m the dork.” He smirked. 

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut, and he pulled himself a little closer to Steve - and then there was a thwack on his back and he jolted forward, bumping heads with him instead. 

“Tolda he was gay.” Wayne shook his head and pushed past Steve, “I’m always right.” He climbed into his car and headed off to work. 

Eddie scrunched up his face, embarrassment flooding his body. Steve chuckled, 

“You told your uncle about me?” He smiled smugly, “Hmm, you really were right about my type being pathetic pretty guys.” 

“Shut up.” Eddie groaned. 

Steve smirked, “Make me.” 

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, a smirk crept its way onto his lips. He grabbed Steve by the collar and pulled him through the door, slamming the door shut behind him. He pushed Steve up against the door, their bodies pressed tightly together, both of them already as hard as wood. Eddie hovered his lips right over Steves as he puckered them out, 

“I think you’re gonna be the pathetic one one after I’m done with you, Stevie.” 

#jay writes #hellraiser #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #side byler #it's surrounded by byler #mike wheeler #will byers #bi steve #bi mike #queer eddie #will byers is gay gay gay #first date trope #accidental date trope #eddie and steve are babysitting because they have to protect the little gay babies from small town homphobia #they don't like horror movies #post s4 fix it #stranger things #stranger things 4 #one shot #eddie & mike #steve & will

[haikyuuwaifu]

Prologue

Genre: Drama, Humor

Warnings: Swearing, Attempted body take over, villain attack, mentions of someone passing away

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“Kachan!” Izuku whined, gripping his best friend's arm. The blonde only scoffed, stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets. “I’m not helping you get with half-n-half idiot. We’re just a bunch of kids, and we’re going to UA.” Katsuki grumbled, giving his friend his sternest glare. “Who the hell has time for shit like dating when we’re trying to be fucking heroes.” “This isn’t even about Shoto!” Izuku hissed, glaring over at the blonde. “This is about that super secret training I know you’re doing with Endeavor!” The greenette whined. As the two teens made their way back home, they argued and poked at one another, unaware of the villain slithering behind them.

Ten minutes later , found Izuku Midoriya standing helpless as he watched the slime villain take over his best friend. The heroes around him weren’t moving, and he’d tried calling their parents. The signals were down. Izuku could hear Kachan’s agony as the villain stretched his face and his limbs. He felt helpless, his skin sparking as he tried to control his quirk. His father told him he wasn’t allowed to use it unless he or Endeavor was around. Watching Katsuki’s body morph and change, hearing his best friends cries, Izuku’s heart broke. As lightening licked at his skin, Izuku got into position to move. 

“Watch out!” Someone shouted from the sky. Izuku looked up to see Hawks, propelling what looked like a person, toward Katsuki. He watched as the human projectile dove straight into the slime villain, and screamed when he saw the villain spit Katsuki out. Scrambling, Izuku pulled his friend into his chest, backing away from the fight. The boys watched as moments later, the slime villain began shrinking. Izuku could see the villain being sucked into a container. Following the arm being held out, Izuku was surprised to see a hero he’d never seen on Japanese television standing in front of him. “How ya been Cat-suki?” The hero teased, giving Katsuki a wink. The blonde teen blinked rapidly, eyes trying to refocus. He’d caught his breath, and had finally gotten his bearings. “Y/n?” Katsuki whispered, eyes taking in the way her ears flickered at the call of her name. “It’s good to see you Cat-suki!” She cooed, tossing the container up to Hawks. “You shitty woman! I told you to never call me that again!” Katsuki barked scrambling to his feet to pull her into a hug. Y/n only laughed, holding the boy close. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it.” She teased brushing his hair back. “Are you okay?” She asked, as the blonde scoffed. “I could have had him.” He sniffed. Y/n and Izuku shared a look, when the crowd parted. “Katsuki!” Enji shouted, pushing through the crowd. “I’m fine pops!” Katsuki barked, his cheeks pink as Enji gave his stepson a once over. “You’ve finally announced your arrival neko!” All might boomed, giving Y/n a flashy grin. “Fuck off old man, next time, try not to take your sweet ass time getting here.” Y/n sniffed, flipping him off. Izuku’s jaw dropped as Enji tried to hide a laugh. “And the rest of you!” She shouted, sneering at the heroes in the surrounding area. “The next time you even think about hesitating to save a civilian, I’ll shove my foot so far up your fucking ass you’ll taste leather for fucking weeks. You have a duty. If you’re just in it for the money, quit right fucking now.” She shouted, shooting the camera’s the middle finger salute. “Pro Hero Neko is here Japan, and you better be fucking ready!”

Hours later found Y/n whistling as she took in the Todoroki home. “Damn Mitsuki, you really landed yourself a sugar daddy.” The hero shouted, as the sounds of pans clattering rung through the home. “Y/n!” Mitsuki shouted, meeting the woman half-way to the living room. Y/n laughed as the older woman pulled her into the tightest hug she could muster. “How the hell do you know the #2 American Hero?!” Izuku shouted, gripping his best friend's backpack. The rest of the Todoroki’s were sitting at the dining table, sharing dubious looks of curiosity. “After Masaru passed I left Japan.” Mitsuki stated, her arm still wrapped around Y/n’s. “Yumi, could you finish setting the table for me.” Mitsuki asked, pulling Y/n into the kitchen. The girl, “Yumi” nodded, sliding her phone into her jacket. “Sure thing mom.” She smiled, making her way over and bowing. “Fuyumi Todoroki.” “Please don’t be formal. My manners are atrocious at best.” Y/n mumbled sheepishly as the two women shared a smile. “I was really just some crap teen looking for some extra cash. Mitsuki needed some help with Cat-suki, so I stuck around for a few years until it was time for me to graduate.” Y/n supplied, as she helped Fuyumi carry dishes. “You call him Cat-suki?” Natuso cackled, as he and Shoto shared a look. “If you call him Cat-suki I’ll neuter you both.” Y/n declared, a friendly smile on her face. Enji had entered the room and simply shrugged. “I’ve been keeping an eye on Y/n since she debuted in the US. She could probably kick my ass if she wanted to.” He supplied, taking his seat at the head of the table. “Are you alright Katsuki?” Mitsuki asked, pulling her son into a hug. “I’m fine ma. Promise, I’ll be okay.” “You’re gonna go see a therapist anyway Cat-suki or else.” Y/n hummed, as everyone started plating their food. Izuku had so many questions, but he promised Kachan he’d wait. The slamming of the front door alerted the rest of the Todoroki’s that their final family member had arrived. “Fuck, I’ve had a long ass fucking day. To top it of, Keigo’s been fucking busy being a fucking d-” Touya stopped his sentence, when he recognized Y/n sitting in his seat. “What the hell is she doing here?” He hissed, giving the woman a glare. Y/n only smiled, taking a bite of her food. “Good as ever Mitsuki.” She praised, taking another bite. “Sit down and eat fuck face.” Y/n grunted. Natsuo and Shoto waited, knowing Touya’s temper would rear its ugly head. The man only blew flames out of his nostrils, stomping over to the table. “Fuck off.” He mumbled, as Y/n flicked him with her tail. “Good to see you too metal face.” she cooed. Touya’s blush caused his brother’s to break out into an uproar. Enji could only sigh, knowing Y/n was going to throw everything into chaos now that she was here.

In the Aizawa home, Shouta was sitting in the living room grading papers. Eri had just finished her bath and Shinsou had just finished braiding his sisters hair. The trio was watching the news. “I can’t believe that villain snuck up on Suki like that.” Eri mumbled, as she and her brother watched the footage. “It’s not everyday a villain like that can get the jump on someone usually so vigilant.” Shouta replied, eyes on the paper in front of him. “Midoriya said he’s doing okay.” Shinsou mumbled, eyes watching the footage on the screen. “She’s a kitty!” Eri shouted, clutching her stuffie excitedly. Shouta looked up, coming face to face with a woman he’d never seen before. “Pro Hero Neko is here Japan, and you better be fucking ready!” Shinsou let out a laugh, as Eri giggled. “She said a bad word on television!” Shouta snorted, clicking the tv off. “Must be one of those new younger heroes.” he grunted, running a hand through his hair. “Zuku said that she’s Neko. The number 2 hero from the U.S!” Shinsou muttered, his eyes widening as he tapped away on his phone. “Said she relocated to Japan and she’s a friend of Mrs. Bakugo.” Shouta gave his son a grunt, his eyes trained on the test in front of him. “Well I think she’s great!” Eri hummed, tucking her stuffie under her chin. “And she’s real pretty too.”

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[theoddcatlady]

Nicky

It happened ten years ago. I was only eight years old. I woke up that morning to the smell of frying eggs and bacon.

Stumbling down the hallway, I was greeted by the sight of a dark haired woman at the stove, humming some friendly tune as she filled a cup to the near brim with orange juice. She turned to me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. In a sense she was pretty, but she had a vicious scar running down the left side of her face.

“Andy! You’re up!” She beamed as she picked up the plate stacked with a delicious smelling breakfast. “I had to run to the store, but I hope you like breakfast!”

Too shocked to say anything else, I replied, “I don’t have breakfast. Where’s my mom?”

The woman laughed and set the plate on the table, now cleared off of shredded bill envelopes and clutter. “She’s gone, so I’m here to make sure you’re all right. You can call me Aunt Nicole, or Nicky, whatever you prefer, I don’t mind! And while I’m here, you have breakfast!” She said in a chipper tone.

Feeling like this all might be a dream, I sat down at the table and took a bite of bacon. It was perfectly crisp, not burnt as it would’ve been if my mom had cooked it. She was always so tired, I normally had to fetch my dinner off the stove myself.

“Is she going to be back soon? My mom?” I asked after I swallowed, it was impolite to talk with your mouth full.

Nicky shrugged. “She didn’t say. Clean your plate, then you can show me your favorite cartoons, okay? Only until ten though- that’s when we’re going to the zoo!” She laughed and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

The zoo? I remembered my mom telling me that our zoo trip wouldn’t happen this year, she was just too busy with work, but if Nicky was going to take me… I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to let her stay, I figured, as I chowed down on breakfast.

Maybe you think I was a dumb kid, and I’ll understand that. Maybe I was. But you have to understand, my mom was a single parent working as many shifts as she could pick up. It wasn’t uncommon for her to send a babysitter my way when she couldn’t get home in time, although typically they were younger teens that spent all their time on the phone and maybe threw a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner.

Nicky was different in every way for the week she took care of me.

The house was cleaned top to bottom, I helped in the bathroom while Nicky handled mom’s bedroom. Every night meals were freshly cooked and done to perfection. I remember on Tuesday we had a pizza that she made from scratch. I watched her toss the dough in the air like a real chef and asked how she did that.

“I learned from a real chef,” Nicky winked and tossed the dough again, “in Italy.”

“Have you traveled a lot?” Nicky did have a slight accent, I believe it was British.

She nodded as she set the dough down onto the pan and started adding the toppings. “All over the world. Would you believe that I’ve met the queen?” She winked and I realized she was joking.

“No.”

“Good. You’re a smart kid, Andy. Don’t just believe things people tell you.” Nicky bit her bottom lip as she cracked open the oven to test the heat. “I never believe what the oven tells me. But this time it’s about right for the perfect pizza.”

It was the perfect pizza too.

Nicky was almost too good of a babysitter. It was like she wanted to be my mom. To be honest, I think she did want to be. She was… bizarre, in small ways. Ways I didn’t think about until much later. She was never home at night, and she always did her laundry in the morning, I could hear the machine banging around when I woke up. Whenever we went out, she slathered her arms and face in sunscreen, almost a ridiculous amount. I asked her about it once.

“I just have delicate skin.”

That was all she’d say about it before she’d change the subject. It was late summer so I accepted the excuse. She made sure I had sunscreen on at all times as well, but even if she was popping out to check the mailbox she’d grab the tube and start slathering it on. I found over a dozen bottles in the towel cabinet, stashed with the ibuprofen and cough medicine.

Nicky loved to read, we went to the library twice when she was there and would stock up on all sorts of books. Typically horror, but she made sure I picked out at least two books for myself the second time we went. I chose two books of the Boxcar Kids series, my mom had given me a few of her old ones and I couldn’t put them down. I still have those books, after everything went down I just never returned them.

It was one of the best weeks of my life, but every night I asked the same thing when Nicky tucked me into bed.

“Did you hear from mom yet?”

Every night, she’d just kiss my forehead and tell me to chase the dream butterflies. I never knew what she meant by that, but I always slept soundly.

The last night I woke up to quiet sobbing. I glanced at my alarm clock, the numbers 1:32 blared back in bright red. I slipped out of bed and into the hall, following the sound to my mother’s bedroom.

Nicky was curled up on my mother’s perfectly made bed, a photo album open next to her. I slowly walked up to Nicky and set a hand on her shoulder. “You should chase the dream butterflies too, Nicky,” I said. Nicky flinched and sat up. The room was dark but I could tell her mouth was covered in… something. I turned on the lamp.

Her mouth was soaked in bright red, along with her hands and shirt. Blood.

“Oh… Andy.” Her voice cracked as she picked me up and set me on the bed next to her, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m something horrible. I’ve done horrible things.”

I remained still in her arms, my eyes flicking open to the page in the album. It was a picture of the day I was born and my birth certificate, my mother proudly showed it to me every birthday and told me how she went through twelve hours of labor before I came into the world. And she’d go through those twelve hours again if she had to, she loved me so much. I might’ve not quite understood what ‘labor’ was about, but I knew she loved me very much.

“… Are you hurt?” I asked, reaching up to brush some of the blood of her mouth.

Nicky shook her head. “No, sweetheart. This isn’t my…” She trailed off and shook, shaking her head. “I thought… maybe, just maybe, I could make things better by taking care of you. I think I’m just making them worse. So much worse. Andy, I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

“Forgive you for what?” I asked.

“… Do you forgive me for the horrible things I’ve done to you?”

I frowned. “What horrible things?” I asked.

“The worst thing possible…. No, it’s not fair,” Nicky sighed and released me from her hold, “It’s not fair to ask you to forgive me.” She got up. “I have to leave, Andy… can I do anything else for you?”

I had one more question.

“Why do you have a scar, Nicky?”

Nicky reached up and brushed the side of her face. “… Horrible things happened to me too, Andy. The worst things. I suppose that’s why I can only do horrible things too.” She took the quilt and tucked it over me, smiling softly. “Go to sleep now, Andy, and chase those butterflies to the end of the world and back.”

I woke up the next morning to a police officer shaking my shoulder.

“Hey… Holy shit- guys, the kid’s here!”

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sat up and slipped out of bed. The police officer stumbled for words for a moment, whatever he’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t this. “Andy? Are you okay?” He asked.

I looked around. “… Where’s Nicky?” I asked.

“We’ll find Nicky. We need to get you to the hospital.”

I think I baffled all the doctors and police with my case. When they broke into the apartment to find me, they expected to find this half starved kid, scared out of his wits and desperate to find his mother. But instead they found me dressed and clean, with the house taken care of and with a full stomach.

I think you can guess by now that my mother was dead. I was taken in by my dad, who had no idea I even existed, but he did okay with that. He’d remarried after he and my mom split and I had three half-siblings that I didn’t know existed. It was fun being the big brother and my stepmom Mika was super sweet.

She wasn’t my mom though. And she wasn’t Nicky.

I had to pry the rest of the story out of my dad when I was older. The reason there wasn’t police hammering down my door sooner was that my mom was a Jane Doe in the morgue. She’d been found practically shredded to pieces. The cause of death was bleeding out from an artery in her neck. Her body had been discovered a few blocks from her work, all forms of ID was missing, including her wallet.

My mom always had a picture of me and her in there. And they found that wallet, with bloody fingerprints, in my mom’s nightstand. Right next to where I was sleeping.

My dad still wonders why my mother’s murderer returned to her house only to care for her son, but I don’t need to wonder. I know.

I know this is a long shot, Nicky, but I remember you liked horror so maybe you’ll find this story. I know you killed my mom.

But I forgive you.

#my stories

[runawayprincesslily]

Summary: Your best friend returns after a long time and maybe the time you have been away made you realise a few things about your feelings towards him. Did it do the same for him?

Warnings: My first fanfic, NOT A BOOK READER, so events and misinformation could be a lot, Swearing

Pairings – Grover Underwood x reader, Annabeth x platonic!reader, Percy Jackson x platonic!reader

PART 1

“Did you know there’s a new kid in the camp? He killed a minotaur!” You heard a group of half-bloods loudly discuss this interesting news, way too loudly.

“Wait, is it- does he have a-” I looked at Annabeth hoping it was the kid who Grover went to protect. I haven’t spoken to Grover since he left, which was a few years ago. We both became close after Thalia, Luke, and Annabeth joined the camp. He told me about everything, he knew a lot. Listening to him talk about Pan and everything nature was my favorite activity to do. He would tell me about different creatures. He would tell me about herbs and their medicinal properties. Flowers and their meanings. Gods. And him. The last one was my favorite.

“yes he has a satyr protector, yes its Grover”

“Oh.” Grover. I had been waiting for him for so long, and now that I knew he was here I didn’t know what to do. What to say to him?

“are you not going to meet him? I thought you leave as soon as I said yes”

I laughed “I do want to meet him but he is probably tired, also he probably is going to show Percy around first”

“Percy?”

“it’s the new kid, Grover told me his name before he left.”

“Ah of course he did.”

“Do you think it could be him? I’ve seen you watching him.”

“Maybe.” Her gaze shifted to a boy standing near Chiron and Mr. D. I saw Grover run behind him. Grover. It was a little daunting to see him after this time. Like watching a movie, you loved as a kid, and were desperately hoping it was as good as it was before.

“You want to go to the woods? Or stalk him a little more?” Annabeth gave a death stare that shut me up. She was like a little sister to me. A dangerous one though.

I walked alone to the woods. There was a little canopy made by a few oak trees which I loved to sit beside. Grover helped me carve it to perfection and since his departure, it has been a space where I could feel at peace. Grover and I have been best friends, but it has almost felt like a breakup since he left. I’ve had my friends move away while I lived in the mortal world, and never see them again. This feels exactly like that. I just don’t want to feel like we are strangers, maybe this is why I’m running for him.

The bright sunlight peeks through the trees, and the wind rustles the leaves. It was a beautiful sight. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath soaking all of this in.

"Hey"

I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was, I remember his voice well enough. "Grover. Hi."

"You still come here?" He sat down beside me.

"Of course I do, it's still my favorite place. People are so awfully loud in the camp." I looked at him, and I finally completed processing he was safe. For years I was worried something might happen to him.

"Percy killed a Minotaur."

"What?" I knew it. But I'd rather hear him tell me the whole story

"Yeah! he- I he killed a Minotaur. He lost his sword too mid-fight and he jumped on his back. Pulled off a horn on its head. I'm not even joking. I know this sounds like I'm making it up. The Ares Cabin does not believe he killed a Minotaur. Imagine telling them this story. Yeah, so he pulled off a horn, stabbed the monster, and killed it. Before that, he killed a Fury too. Like, this kid killed a Fury and a Minotaur in less than 24 hours." His eyes sparkled like they always did when he started rambling about something he enjoyed.

"Oh God, maybe this is the kid Annabeth has been waiting for. Did you keep the horn?"

"Of course I did, this doesn't happen very often now does it."

"No of course not which is why the whole camp found out about it two hours after you arrived."

"You knew about it?"

"That the kid killed a minotaur? yes, that he jumped on the monster's back and pulled off a horn and stabbed it to kill it? no"

We both looked at each other, Grover kept silent like he was hesitating to tell me something. "Tell me, Grover."

"What?"

"Whatever it is that you are thinking about."

"It's kind of deep and sad."

"Yeah, and I can only deal with rainbows and sunshine."

"Okay! So his mom, Minotaur got a hold of her and she disintegrated. You know, kind of like Furies do when they die. In no sense am I saying I have watched a mortal be killed by a Minotaur before? But it didn't seem....right. So I was thinking about it and maybe...."

"Hades."

"Yeah."

"Yeah you could be right, but it's a maybe. Just be careful whatever you do with this information." I looked at him, and I realized this was probably the first time I had looked at him since I realized I had fallen in love with him. "So you're not showing the kid around, that's like your favorite part."

"He doesn't want to see me."

"What? How's that possible, everyone loves you."

He laughed "I had to get him kicked out of the school, then his mom died cause i was getting him across."

"It was not your fault, and he will come around. If he doesn't then he is stupid."

He nodded "So what's up at camp. How's Annabeth? Luke?"

"Camp is the same, everyone's favorite part of the day is when Mr. D yells at someone. Chaos is everything. Annabeth is still on the watch for the kid that will go on the quest, which right now appears to be Percy. And Luke. Well, he found his glory, the best swordsman in camp."

"And you?"

"Me? I am spending my time switching between hobbies and talking to Annabeth. My uh siblings? I guess were helpful-"

"Siblings? Did you get claimed?"

"Oh yeah you left before that, ta-da i got claimed."

"WHAT? Who? No i want to guess! Uh- Athena?"

"Nope"

"Aphrodite?"

"Nope"

"Dionysus?"

"That was ONCE. GROVER. ONCE. I got drunk once and you are going to hold it over my head for eternity."

"But you drank a lot, A LOT. It took almost twice the amount of wine to get you drunk than what I saw Clarisse drink."

"Ugh Grover please don't- anyway back to-"

"ARTEMIS?"

"You really should stop guessing, I got claimed by Apollo"

"Wow, that makes sense."

"Your guesses were nowhere near it."

"How did you get claimed? And when?"

"She actually got claimed right here." Annabeth threw her arms around Grover.

"What? Really?" He looked from Annabeth to me.

"Actually not exactly here, but nearby. She saw it."

"She actually ran away from this spot so no one finds out about her quiet place. Well I came way too late, I saw the blinding light for half a second but she looked like she was made of gold."

"What were you doing to get claimed?"

"Nothing," Annabeth replied hastily.

"Nothing what do you mean nothing?"

"It's what she always says, she doesn't know what made Apollo claim her."

I have a fair idea of what might have made Apollo claim me, but it's far too embarrassing to even say it aloud. It was just a few months after Grover had left, and his absence had made me realize quite a few things. I realized I had fallen for him, and that maybe I might never see him again. Those few weeks were really hard on me. And Annabeth at that time was using her time to become a skillful warrior. This made me take a few skills and one of them involved guitar. It was an instrument I learned before camp and felt safe to pick up again. I would come out here every day and play a few tunes and leave I was far too scared that the children of Apollo the God of Music and Poetry might see. I felt insecure because of their talents and was content being my own audience. That day I had started humming along to a tune, unlike other days where I would stick to songs I had learned. I began to sing whatever came to mind, and as cheesy as it may sound it was Grover. I liked what I wrote and felt proud of it so I continued. As I developed further into the song, I was interrupted by Apollo who had claimed me. I immediately feared this would lure people into this quiet safe place so I bolted. I ditched my guitar behind a tree and made a run for it. People luckily only saw me quite a few miles away from the canopy. But I'm not gonna admit this to anyone. Everyone still thinks I have no capability except humming to songs very very quietly.

#grover x you #grover x reader #grover imagines #grover underwood #aryan simhadri × reader #percy jackson