#GETTING STUFF READY FOR THE HALLOWEEN BASH

[carpe-noctemxp]

This is the first ever fic ive published

Based on the req from : https://www.tumblr.com/withlove-amber

Spooks and parties : ALDEN PARKER

The team had been looking forward to Kasie’s Halloween party for weeks. It wasn’t just the free food and drinks that had them excited, though—Kasie’s annual Halloween bash was legendary, with the whole lab getting decked out in an array of spooky decorations and themed games. Of course, this year, she had made it clear that everyone needed to bring their A-game when it came to costumes.

Alden Parker was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his cowboy hat, trying to perfect his "Sheriff" look. His dark jeans were tucked neatly into worn-in boots, and he was sporting a plaid shirt that only just hinted at the theme without fully committing. He had thought of going as something scarier, but his colleagues knew he wasn’t much for the typical Halloween horrors. Instead, he’d chosen a simple western theme, nothing too flashy, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he should have gone bigger.

It was then he heard a knock on the door.

“You ready yet, Parker?” came the voice of the reader—his partner for the night—through the door.

“Almost, just give me a second.” He adjusted his hat again and ran a hand through his short-cropped hair. He really needed to stop second-guessing himself. He wasn’t the type to get wrapped up in these sorts of things. It was just a party. But then again, it was Kasie’s party, and she had a way of making everything feel like a high-stakes competition.

The door creaked open, and there you stood, leaning against the frame with a playful smirk. He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw you.

You were dressed as Cowgirl Barbie—complete with a pink cowgirl hat, boots, a fringed vest, and a sparkly pink belt. Your outfit was on point, playful, and, as always, totally you. You had gone all out with the costume, right down to the little pink sheriff badge pinned to your vest.

“Wow,” Alden said with a grin. “I don’t know if I’m more impressed by the costume or the confidence with which you’re rocking it.”

“You like it?” You twirled, showing off the full outfit. “Kasie said we had to go all in. If we’re going to party, we’re going to party in style.”

He raised an eyebrow, his expression half-amused, half-impressed. “Well, I’m not sure if the sheriff’s going to be able to take you seriously dressed like that, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

You chuckled, walking into the room and picking up your pink plastic purse. “Maybe you need a cowgirl to show you the ropes.” You winked, giving him a playful shove.

Alden laughed, shaking his head. “Guess I’m in trouble then.”

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As the two of you arrived at Kasie’s party, it was already in full swing. The lab was transformed into a haunted ranch, with hay bales, spooky decorations, and dim lighting setting the perfect eerie mood. The music was loud, and laughter rang out from every corner.

“You’re both late!” Kasie called out from the corner where she was handing out Halloween-themed punch. She was dressed as a mad scientist, her hair wild and frizzy, a lab coat covered in fake blood.

“Better late than never, right?” you replied, winking as you handed over a small pumpkin-shaped gift to her. “Cowgirl Barbie has arrived!”

Alden laughed, clapping her on the shoulder. “And I’m the sheriff. You can all rest easy now.”

Kasie grinned. “Love it. Now, you two make sure to enjoy yourselves. There’s a costume contest happening in thirty minutes, and the prize is pretty sweet.”

The night only got more entertaining from there. The team scattered throughout the room, dancing, chatting, and enjoying the food. Torres and Knight were showing off their matching “pirate and mermaid” costumes, McGee had gone as a zombie techie, and Gibbs—well, Gibbs was simply wearing his standard attire with a fake knife sticking out of his neck.

But it was you and Alden who kept drawing attention. You two were the life of the party. Every time Alden pulled you into a spin during a song, your cowgirl boots clicking in rhythm with the music, you both had the room laughing and clapping along. You kept teasing him about his sheriff “duties,” while he couldn’t stop cracking jokes about how he was the “lawman” of the night.

“Someone has to keep you in line,” Alden said, pulling you close after another dance.

“Are you sure it’s me who needs to be kept in line?” you teased, your voice a little lower now, as you leaned into him, your playful gaze never leaving his. “You’re the one who’s been staring at me all night.”

He froze, caught off guard by your words. “I—I’m not staring!” His eyes darted away, but the blush creeping up his neck told a different story.

You laughed softly. “You are. But it’s okay. I kind of like it.”

Before he could respond, the music switched to a slower song, and without thinking, you took his hand, leading him to the dance floor. The moment felt easy, natural. The two of you didn’t need words, just the comfortable rhythm of being in sync, enjoying the night together.

The costume contest soon kicked off, and of course, you and Alden found yourselves called up to the stage, hands still loosely intertwined. Kasie was grinning ear to ear, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Let’s hear it for the sheriff and the cowgirl, everyone!” she announced. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers as you both gave a playful bow.

As Kasie handed out the prize for Best Costume, she paused, her smile widening. “And the winner is... Cowgirl Barbie and her trusty sheriff!”

You laughed, turning to Alden. “We did it!”

He smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Guess the sheriff knows how to pick his partners.”

With that, the two of you shared another look, the playful banter giving way to a moment of quiet understanding. The night was still young, but somehow, in that moment, it felt like you both had everything you needed right there: a perfect Halloween, with laughter, fun, and a little bit of unexpected magic.

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**End**

With love

Stas🫶🏻

[cabinofimagines]

3. Will and the only Solace is killing myself

A/N: Someone had to take one for the team and it sure as hell wasn't going to be Jason -Asnyox & Danny

“This will be easy,” Will muttered to himself while making his way into Camp Jupiter, “Jason is no longer a praetor, so outside of saying hi to Bob I will be free to do what I want.” 

And then he wasn’t. The moment he set foot in camp half a dozen demigods surrounded him and started spouting questions and demanding he handed over the winter planning. 

“The what?” Will stammers.

A girl rolls her eyes. “The winter planning, Jason. You know that list you give us for the things we have to set up?”

Will feels his soul leave his body. Jason never mentioned being in charge of literally everything about the winter activities, but now that he thinks about it, wasn’t Jason something like a pope here? Something something pontifex, right? Yeah. Meaning, Will was screwed.

The Le-Gou-Lash Bash

Will 

Jason, you visually impaired idiot, did you forget to mention you plan all of the winter crap they do around here?

Jason

Oh

Will

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OH’ JASON I’M ABOUT TO BE CRUCIFIED HERE

Magnus

Imma silence this chat for today I don’t want my appointments to get distracted by the buzzing

Will 

Appointments????

Magnus???

Jason

No I got this I think I kept last year’s winter planning back at my place

Will

I’m there right now i don’t see shit

Jason

should be right next to the nativity script

like a musty leather-bound notebook??

Will

Found it. Your murder has been postponed until further notice

Jason

Not if I can find the floor to knit to the death 101! Man this place has a crazy amount of floors yet i always end up in Magnus’s floor, so weird

Will 

WHY is the nativity script full of racial slurs???

Jason I’m reading the script

what the fuck

Listen I never met this god but this doesn’t sound very joyful and pure

they’re calling the wise wizards a bunch of WHAT??

Jason

Yeah that’s hilarious you can ignore that and write over it

Like a fanfic

We had the grinch added last time, remember?

Will

HOW??

i’m actually trying to forget easter because i value my life thank you for asking

Jason

Well maybe it’ll be harder for you i can just tune that stuff out nowadays

Will

You mean you’ve heard people talk like that??

Jason what??

JasonOh Alex is calling me, gotta dodge.

Jason stops answering, and Will hopes to the gods that he can find something like a tree decorating to the death and just… skip straight to the dying, too bad he wasn’t currently in Jason’s place in Valhalla. At least Jason must be having a worse time trying to stay alive, right? 

Alas, Will sighs as he realizes he has to leave the house to get this party going. Perhaps he can find any of the Bobs that he has to say hello to and make them help him, or maybe Hazel is just hanging around somewhere with good tips. Either way someone must be aware of how Jason usually handles these things- or how the previous years have worked out. Jason didn’t do all of it on his own, right? 

As he makes his way, Will spots Percy hastily crossing the street and half of his brain derails wondering why his friend looks so frantic. However, as Will is having his own breakdown, he decides to focus and move along. 

Percy too was having a breakdown. Firstly he somehow lost the reindeer, then apparently Klaus has had trouble getting the presents ready- there was no snow and Jason had yet to start decorating camp Jupiter! This was the absolute worst- how can he save Christmas when no one is in the spirit for it?  

You see, ever since Halloween Percy had decided to take as much work as possible of Klaus and Hearthstone’s hands- as clearly they were malnourished and stressed because of the melting North Pole. However, luckily, Klaus didn’t ask for funds to cool down the Pole, instead, he had Percy help with some tasks at hand. 

So as Percy was running around with 10 different ideas on how to make sure Christmas would still continue, his top priority was figuring out where the FUCK Jason went and where the people of Camp Jupiter kept their Christmas spirit hidden, would it be at Jason’s place? 

Will meanwhile had found Bob, the one with the elephants, currently on top of an elephant. “Jason says hi.” Will started and Bob just squinted at him.

“Are you not Jason?” he asked, “Sorry, I can’t see very well from up here.” 

Will grumbled, before speaking up. “Do you know how Jason planned Christmas around here?” he simply asked. “No, Jason was very strict on doing it all himself.”

“Why?”

“Something about keeping up the good work, I think he just used it as a way to ignore his other duties.” Of course Jason would not have taken any help. Will closed his eyes in pain— but this would be okay, he can fix this, this is less busy than, for example, the infirmary after capture the flag.

All he had to do was make a list, hand it out and everything would be done for him. He might even put his heritage to good use and rewrite their nativity play into something less problematic. Maybe. But, before Will decided to run off again, he turns to Jason’s good friend Bob.

“Hey, do you know where I can find the other Bobs? Jason wanted me to say hi to all of them as a favour.”

“Other Bobs? There’s just me as far as I know.”  Bob sighed from the top of the elephant, “If you don’t find anyone else named Bob don’t tell him though. I think Jason might have gotten a little confused.”

“Oh,” Will shook his head, “Thanks I guess.” 

Before Will could get far he was once again ambushed, this time by Hazel and Frank. “You’re Jason’s stand in right?” Frank sounded desperate, “Do you have the winter plans? We really have to start building things soon.” Hazel nodded along with him. 

“I, uh-” Will blinked, “Stand in?” Hazel nodded once more.

“Sorry, Nico snitched, for the love of the gods tell me you have them! Otherwise we’ll make it your responsibility and therefore your punishment if things do not go right, Will.” 

“Punishment?” Will started sweating.

“Just mediocre Roman stuff, whipping, wooden shoes, fines-” Hazel winked at him, “No worries, you’ll get out alive!”

“So, you have the plans?” Frank asked one last time.

“I will have them in uh— just have to grab them! See you all in a bit!” Will cursed as he ran off. He needed to fix these plans, soon.

Will locked himself up in Jason’s place and as he took a look around he was sure it was messier than the last time he saw it. Had someone else ransacked the place? If there had been more stuff to actually ransack it might have been more noticeable. Will walked to the desk, only to find a blue post-it with a message on it.

Sorry about the mess! See ya, merry xmas-Percy“Okay?” But worry about it Will could not. As he donned a pen, paper and stress headache he started working on a list, a list to save Jason’s reputation as Winter Organizer.

Hours later blood sweat and tears stained Will’s mind. He had finally finished the first draft and figured that it would be enough. Will stood up from Jason’s desk, shaking. He walked to the door, opened it—he only had to find Hazel and Frank and—

“Jason! Good job at making those plans.” A random camper, wearing a Christmas hat patted him on the shoulder, “You don’t look so good man, you deserve some rest!” It had started snowing, and Will slowly stepped out. There were lights strung everywhere- far off he could see a gigantic Christmas tree. Faintly he could hear carols being sung, and the rehearsal of the horrible nativity play. But he never did this— he… he just spent hours doing work for nothing? How—

“Hey, Will!” Percy suddenly spoke up from beside him, “What were you doing in Jason’s office?” He was wearing an ugly sweater, carrying presents, and overall still seemed stressed but managing.

“I was, uh.” Will sighed, “Christmas or something I don’t know.”

“Oh! I found the Christmas plans a while ago actually. Sorry to keep you looking, but I was in a hurry to save Christmas! If you see Klaus back at camp tell him it’s all in control, when the reindeers are back. And if not, we have the war unicorns as backup. Now I got to go— see ya!” As Percy scurried off he let out a clear ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’. 

Will just wanted to go home, back to camp. Back to his boyfriend. He didn’t even manage to change the nativity play to something good. He just changed his opinions about Camp Jupiter instead, this place fucking sucked. And as he ignored the texts coming in on his phone, sinking to his knees into the snow, he just hoped that Jason and Magnus were suffering as much as he was. The Le-Gou-Lash BashMagnusHey, Jason, just popping in to remind you to be careful! You’re not an einherjar, and if I’m getting Nico’s traumas right, you dying would permanently scar this kid. 

JasonI’ll try my best! I’m meeting Santa soon though MagnusWe have a Santa???

[quinloki]

Hi Quin!

I’m adding on to my Last Headcannon. I was watching the Demons music video by Doja Cat last night and listened to it this morning and it inspired me to think about, about Incubus Sabo!?

You and Marco have grown very comfortable with each other as fuck buddies, and you’ve finally mucked up the courage to ask Marco if he would be down for a Threesome, but not just with anyone oh no….you wanted to call up an incubus! Marco agrees to this and Luckily Monster Mash University has workshops specifically to teach you how to call on a Demon to fuck.

After several workshops, you and Marco perform a Ceremony to call upon your chosen Demon “Sabo” it’s successful and you all get down to business.

You are now lying against Marco’s chest while Sabo works his long demonic tongue 👅 around your clit and then begins moving to your entrance. His tongue is so long, reaching places no human tongue possible could! you start to squirm at this foreign sensation nearly closing your legs until Marco grabs his hand around your throat, squeezing gently to hold you still, prying a leg open with his other hand, “hang in there don’t forget I still have to taste you too, then you’ll be nice and ready to take that Monster’s large cock”

*I think my first one was better 😅 but you know it’s something*

Happy Halloween 🎃

-🌕

My friend I LOVE that you are doing these =3

Everyone has to start somewhere in the great journey of creativity and you're doing this stuff "live" through asks on my blog I could not be more honored <3

I cannot begin to say how delighted I am that you find this space safe enough ^_^

I love this too, it's a great addition to the Monster Mash U.

... Monster Mash You. huh. I like how well that works.

Don't mind me though I'm just going to go bash my head through a wall at the idea of incubus Sabo...

I'll give you tricks or treats

[sillycyan]

「 Daydreamtober 2024 」

I'm using the prompts to write, explain, draw, or just daydream more about the first events or facts that come to me when I see the word. Some things will be longer or higher quality than others, so please bear with me a lil bit. I gotta post lore somehow..

⟻ Day 31 — Celebration ⟼ Word Count : 485

Donis hosted a huge Halloween party and even got to use his aunt's enormous house, which gave him much more space to accommodate for more people. This is probably the biggest "project" he's ever done, mostly on his own too, and it turned out so good. I guess this is what happens when you invite all of the wealthy and famous people you know…

WHAT AN INVITATION..

Yo Yo Yo! You’ve been invited… to Donis’ Halloween Bash!!! Where ??? The super fancy home of Janice Oviah When ?? October 31st (duh) Time ?? 6 PM - UNTIL IT'S OVER Listen up!! I’m throwing a Halloween party that’s gonna be legendary. The Janice Oviah is letting us take over her beautiful house, so come in a costume that’ll have you lookin good but can also survive some serious party action. Bring a friend (or more) so we can make this thing even bigger and just be ready for whatever happens!! Trust me, it’s gonna be insane. There’ll be snacks, strong drinks, and a whole lot of stuff I probably forgot to mention, but you’ll find out! This is the Halloween party of the year, and if you’re not there, you’re gonna miss all the good stuff and drinks. SO SHOW UP AND LETS DO THIS!!! By yours truly, Donis Oviah / The Master of Halloween…

HIGHLIGHTS..

A big ice sculpture in the shape of a pumpkin at the entrance.

Butlers dressed as a ghost roaming around with random, very strong drinks for everyone.

Small Halloween themed rings and other jewelry are laid out as gifts for guests as they leave.

SO many unexpected +1 guest show up!! So many big people in one house..

A lounge area for guests to chill out and relax between all the action. Turned into a big smoking area…

A party guestbook where everyone can write notes, jokes, or compliments about each other and what not

A costume contest with prizes for the best, worst, and most unexpected costumes. (+ a weird bit of the “Fashion Police” )

Horror themed bite-sized foods that are easy to grab as things went on.

Themed rooms set up for photos.

Someones costume causes a little latex allergy moment for a very unlucky guest..

A few people show up with the exact same costume idea, led to some funny moments surprisingly.

SOMEHOW… Paparazzi sneaks in, but the hired photographers figure out fast enough and kick them out.

Lost Phones everywhere.

SMALLER NOTES

Reign helped with the setup but left once the photographers arrived. He wasn't trying to get caught in anything. (he did come back for a few drinks though)

Nori flew out. Actually, a good few amount of people flew out..

Donis switched costumes about four times throughout the whole night. The most notable was his Mario cuz he matched Meil's Luigi.

At least 70% of the guests left completely wasted, and a few even stayed overnight. Donis offered a small breakfast to anyone who got stuck staying overnight.

( dividers )

[strangerficsx]

Chapter Two / Trick or Treat, Freak

story: Midnight Rain wc: n/a halloween arrives in hawkins and jennifer isn't pleased on going to a party thrown by tina. however she goes since she wants to lose her virginity and party while she has the time before the world begins to end...

{ October 31, 1984 }

Halloween morning arrived as the sun is warm and a cold breeze lightly flows through Hawkins, making the leaves dance. Jennifer wakes up and gets on with her day before rushing out the door and toward a nearby costume shop to look for something to wear at the party. Jennifer was going, not only to get out of her house, but to also party and hangout with her new boyfriend and maybe even lose her virginity. She looks at the costumes hanging on the rack, wondering which costume she should buy. Without thinking, she decided to just buy an outfit as close to a character. But the costume she picks was outside of her comfort zone -- a sexy aerobics instructor. She was thinking that it would look stupid, however it might look good to the people around her considering everyone will be hot and dressed inappropriately since they are all popular. She quickly purchases the outfit and brings it home.

Jennifer walks into her home, closing the door behind her as she enters her bedroom. She throws the bag of clothes down before pulling out her costume, hanging it up on the coat hangers in her closet. She grabs some flats that she bought last fall and sets them off to the side. Looking at the time, Jennifer curses out loud whilst grabbing her keys and getting in her car, driving to school. 

——

Later, Jennifer sits across from Steve and Nancy in the library at Hawkins High School as the three teens study. All Jennifer can think about is the party and what Billy might be dressed as while she looks towards the two, wondering what is going on in their minds besides studying. Nancy erases something before re-writing it only for the led to break as she sighs in annoyance. She gets up as Jennifer looks back at her paper, glancing at Steve who watches Nancy go. Jennifer knew they'd been together for a while and Jennifer was seeing Billy, but deep down that burning she felt prior came back as she watched Nancy approach the hand held pencil sharpener. Whilst sharpening her pencil, Jennifer notices a woman standing in front of a book shelf. The red haired female resembled Barbra a little too much from the outfit to the hair, but the teen wasn’t wearing those big square glasses like Barbra. Without hesitating, Steve gets up and walks toward Nancy as Jennifer stays seated trying not to intervene with the two. 

Steve and Nancy walk into a more private room while she continued to study but the idea of them dating made her stomach churn. However, Jennifer had to keep her head held high and study because she had a test in math she’s studying for and Jennifer cannot fail it. Trying to study, a sudden thought came to mind; her and steve dating and how the jealousy -- even though she didn't want to admit it -- was still there, burning inside her. But the thought escapes when Billy pops into her mind. She is with him, and that's who she wants to focus on.

“Shit, Jennifer. Get yourself together for god’s sake.” She whispers to herself. 

Whipping her head around and looking at the same space as earlier, Jennifer now sees the two hugging in the seperate room as tears well up in her eyes without realizing it. To her, she kept those jealous feelings to herself, focusing on other things as she has other stuff to do. There was a party tonight and Jennifer wanted to get what she needed done so she can be ready to party and hangout with her boyfriend to distract her.

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That night, Jennifer gets dressed (in her costume) before heading down to the Byers residence to drop a VHS tape off for Jonathan and his family to Watch. It was cheesy, but Jennifer also wanted to see what his plans are considering everyone else will be at Tina’s Halloween bash. Stepping towards her mirror, Jennifer looks at her reflection, checking herself out. The stretchy material hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was teased with a shit ton of Farrah Fawcett spray, something to hold it in place, and a sweatband sat around her head. Looking in the mirror one last time, she smooths her hair out as the curls fall freely on her shoulder. Jennifer slides into the driver’s seat of her vehicle and drives off. 

When she arrives at the Byers residence, she kills the engine and steps out of the vehicle and closes the door behind her. She steps onto the front porch and knocks. A male opens the door dressed as Dracula as he pulls out his fake vampire teeth. Jennifer shuffles her stance to where she’s not putting most of her body weight on one foot.

“I thought you were trick-or-treaters.” 

“Nope. I’m Jennifer, I’m a friend of Jonathan’s.” 

“Ah, I see.”

Joyce strides up to the door with her two sons as they step out, walking past Jennifer as Jonathan stops in his tracks. Jennifer greets Joyce with a hug as she eyes her outfit, ignoring it and begins to tell the teen that the person dressed as Dracula is Bob, her new boyfriend. Jennifer pokes her head inside and apologizes to Bob as he dismisses it as okay, stopping Jonathan after she turned her heel.

“Jonathan, I wanted to drop off Freaks, a VHS Phoebe rented but never returned. She gave me the tape as I never returned it either due to all the excitement.” 

“And you wanted me to have it?” He asks. 

“Yeah, I know how much your family likes to watch horror films on Halloween night. And, I'm here to see what your plans are as well.” 

“Thanks, Jen. I’m actually heading out to take Will Trick-or-Treating with his friends.” 

Jennifer looks over at Will dressed in a Ghostbusters costume as a smile forms on her face. She thought it was cute of the kids to do a group costume from the Ghostbusters films, but came back, eyeing the lanky male. Jennifer clears her throat to avoid the awkward silence that was brought upon the two teens as she perks up telling him that she'll see him around and hopefully at the party while he smiles. The brunette heads back to her car, sliding behind the wheel as she drives to the party. When she parks near Tina’s house, Jennifer gets out of her car and locks it,making her windows are close then approaches the entrance. 

The song Shout at the Devil by Motley Crue blasts throughout the house as it’s loud even standing outside. When she walks in through the gate, she watches as Tommy and another male hold Billy as he chugs the beer from the keg. She hears the teens around counting. He walks away only wearing black pants with a leather jacket, his abs visible as Jennifer realizes she's staring at him and possibly memorizing the shape of his torso. Everyone chants Billy as he walks through the crowd. 

“That’s how you do it, Hawkins!” He shouts.

Jennifer enters the house and follows after him as Nancy and Steve catch her attention. Nancy stalks off to the alcohol as Steve gets harrassed by Billy and Tommy. When he leaves, Tommy leaves Billy as well, so Jennifer decides to approach. He grabs her hips with his hands and brings her close to him, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth and plants his lips on Jennifer’s. The taste of beer lingers on her lips as they pull away from each other. 

“You look hot,” Jennifer compliments. 

“You as well…” He asks. 

They stood there as the loud music blared around them as Jennifer takes that as a sign to leave, so she does. She walks out to the keg, asking Tommy and the guy from earlier to hold her up. The guys looked at each other, unbothered and looked as if they were gonna laugh in her face. Fortunatley, Tommy nods, grabbing Jennifer. They hold her up as she puts the tube in her mouth. Other students surround Jennifer as she chugs and chugs. Billy stands watch as well, unsure if she will beat his score of forty-two chugs. 

“Holy shit, she’s going for it!” Tommy shouts.

Jennifer chugs, landing on 36 so far. She continues as the counter goes up. The kids around her chant the numbers of each second. 

“37…38…39…40…41…42…43…44!!” 

Jennifer moves her legs as the two boys put her down on the cement. She stands there and swallows the rest of the beer in her mouth, wiping the corners as Tommy looks at her surprised. Billy approaches, seeing the commotion. 

“Well, Hargrove, I think I just beat your score.” 

“You sure?” 

“Mmhmm,” 

“Billy, she beat you, man. forty four!! We have a new Keg… Queen!” 

Jennifer turns her heel, stepping away from Billy before he grabs her wrist, spinning her around so she can face him. 

“Come with me.” His voice deep

Billy leads Jennifer up to an empty bedroom, closing the door behind them as he kisses her. Jennifer feels herself heating up as she ignores it and slides his jacket off. Billy tugs on her on piece, pulling the straps down. Sliding her one piece top off, he kisses the sensitive skin on her neck as he pushes her lighty to where she falls on top of the bed. He gets on top of her and begins a trail of kisses down above her breasts as a breathy moan escapes from Jennifer’s mouth. They flip and Jennifer’s on top and begin to take things further when there’s commotion downstairs as they pull apart from each other. Getting off him and sliding her blouse on, Jennifer sits beside him before hearing more noise as she watches Billy rise from the mattress and steps out of the room and shutting the door behind him. Jennifer sits there before laying down on the bed, saddened and a bit tipsy. She knew that she was very close to hitting second base with the guy she likes. Or, who Jennifer thought she liked. 

Does Jennifer even like Billy the way she fell in love with Steve Harrington? The short answer was no. No, she didn’t.

Groaning Jennifer gets up and exits the bedroom before heading downstairs, annoyed and upset as she approaches Billy… kissing another girl? The girl was none other then Tina. Tears prick at her eyes as she turns and exits the house, stepping onto the front porch and keeping her head down ushering toward her car. Without paying any attention to where she’s going, Jennifer suddenly bumps into someone. She cranes her neck up and sees who it is.

Steve Harrington. Of course she had to run into him, out of everyone else here, it was him.

“Jennifer?” He questioned.  

“Oh, hey, Steve. I wasn't expecting to see you out here.”

“I left… Nancy got pissed off and then proceeded to call our relationship bullshit.” 

“Steve… I’m sorry.” 

“Well, Jennifer… some things aren’t meant to happen.” 

“About that..” Jennifer trails off, a tear streaming down her cheek.

Steve notices and wipes it away with his thumb, cupping her cheek in the process. He stares into Jennifer’s eyes, holding her gaze. Jennifer moves her body closer to his as he slowly leans in. The sound of Girls on Film by Duran Duran blasts in the background, people coming and going from the party as the world around Steve and Jennifer seem to have stood still. Without thinking, Steve breaks the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers. They stood there, kissing in the night sky. The moon was full and the air was chilly, but Jennifer didn’t care because she felt warm in front of Steve. They pull away after a few seconds, wishing the kiss could last longer. 

“Woah,” Jennifer says, feeling the alcohol kicking in. “That was…” 

“Amazing.” 

“Do you… wanna go somewhere?” 

“Let’s go.”

Before taking another step Jennifer loses her balance as Steve manages to catch her. The thought of her drink while intoxicated scared him as he lifted her in his arms. Jennifer mumbled a few indistinct words, but mostly had her eyes closed the entire time. Placing her in his car, Jennifer rests her head on the seat as Steve gets the seatbelt hooked before closing the passenger door. Arriving at his vacant home, Steve parks and steps out of the vehicle. He opens the passenger side as Jennifer almost falls out. He manages to catch her before assisting her to the house.

“Why aren't you taking me to my house?"

"Do you really want your mom to see you drunk?"

"No. I'll call her and, like, I'll tell her that I was at, like, Billie's place."

"Okay,"  

Once they enter his room, Jennifer stumbles as he holds her. Suddenly Jennifer covers her mouth as Steve glances at her. Jennifer wobbles as she take another step towards the bathroom, landing on her knees and leaning over the toilet. Purging, Jennifer sniffles before sighing and looking over at Steve. He stands in the doorway of the bathroom, looking towards her with a sympathetic exspression plastered on his face. She sets the bin down, looking down.

“I think you should take a break from chugging that much alcohol.” 

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” 

“I’ll get you some clothes,”

“Steve, it’s okay. I’ll just sleep in my—” 

“Costume? I don’t think so.” 

“Ok,” 

Jennifer stands, holding onto the walls around to and searches for Steve's bed, sitting there nauseated. Steve quickly throws something on before grabbing an oversized shirt and grey lounge shorts, and handing it to Jennifer as she finally takes it. She slides it over her frail body before climbing into Steve’s bed. 

“You take my bed, I’ll take the couch.” 

“No, can you… can you lay with me, please?” 

“Uh, sure.”

Steve climbs in and lays beside her, holding Jennifer’s gaze as he exhales. mascara stains Jennifer's cheeks, her hair messy and her eyes red and puffy from crying as her lids hang heavy. She begins to feel slightly better as she tries to think of something to say. 

“So, what happened back there?” 

“Well, besides trying to hit second base with Billy Hargrove, he walked away and went to do something else when there was a lot of commotion.” 

“Yeah, it was probably me and Nancy causing the commotion.” 

Jennifer chuckles, beginning to feel tired as Steve cups her face.

"No. He, uh, he was my boyfriend but since he cheated on me with that... that slut. I'm, like, single now."

"And, you kissed me."

"Yeah," She says, finally falling asleep.

Steve then turns back at Jennifer who is passed out. She snores lightly as the corners of his mouth twitch, forming a small smile. Turning off the lights, he stares at her gentle features before grabbing a blanket and covering her up before he falls asleep on the beside her. 

——

A little later, Jennifer wakes up and looks at the alarm clock on the dresser. It’s 10:59 PM, almost. She looks around the room and sees that the room doesn’t belong to her. Where am I? Jennifer wonders, uncovering and looking at her figure. She’s dressed, so didn’t have sex with anyone. That was until Jennifer remembers the night before and how she pretty much made a fool out of herself when trying to hit second base with Billy. She also remembers the keg, and how she beat Billy’s score. Smirking, the memory of her and Steve kissing on the front porch of Tina’s house makes her widen her eyes. Jennifer quickly gets up and throws her clothes on before looking down at Steve, who is asleep. She tells him that she’s leaving and begins walking out when she hears two people talking.

His parents.

Jennifer opens the door softly then closes it behind her, tiptoeing down the flight of stairs and out Harrington residence. Grabbing her keys from her pocket, Jennifer takes off towards the neighborhood where Tina threw her party and finds her car. She runs toward her car and gets in, grabbing her keys from her pocket. Jennifer fumbles with them before entering the driver's seat. She starts the engine, driving away from the disheveled house. Pulling into the carport, she kills the engine before stepping out of the vehicle and towards the back of the house.

Jennifer sees her cracked window as she slides her finger under and lifts glass up before she climbs in, almost falling in the process. Knocking her alarm clock off her bedside table, it clatters as it collides with the floor. Jennifer pauses and listens. Standing there, she sighs in relief before setting it on her table. She closes the window behind her as she leans her bodyweight against the wall, feeling dizzy and stays there.

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

(4) TENDER LIKE A BRUISE ─── ethan landry 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands." — ‘The Country Between Us’, Carolyn Forché

pairing. spiderman!ethan landry x reader

warnings. swearing, mention of blood, death, alcohol, and sex

summary. after that stint with the spidersuit on halloween, quinn’s getting suspicious… (1) (2) (3) (4)

a/n. sorry for the long wait everyone! also sorry that this is such a short chapter, i sprained my ankle the other day LOL

iiii.

The night after you save Ethan in the Spidersuit, you and your entire friend group are crowded in the apartment, ready to watch a shitty indie movie Mindy got from her uncle, who was as big a movie-geek as she was. 

First, however, Quinn had flicked on the news. She coursed through every channel, until she stopped on an opinionated broadcast by the name of the Daily Bugle, some obscure network that Ethan had worked at for, like, a year while he was still in highschool.

“He’s kind of, like, the devil,” Ethan told you one time at a diner, a place you landed in since you two couldn’t choose which place you wanted to order at. 

“J. Jonah Jameson seems like a very interesting creature. Devilish for sure, though,” You said, scrolling through the man’s miniscule Wikipedia page, alongside a handful of tweets using his biased shaming as reaction videos. 

Ethan held the plastic-lined menu in his large hands, turning it over to see the other side. “He was big on work ethic, meeting your quota, having to show him every article before it was published, stuff like that. It was really efficient, actually, but he was just… insufferable.” 

“Worst boss ever?”

“Worst boss ever,” Ethan said, shaking his head and taking a sip of his drink - a chocolate milkshake. 

So, it really was a surprise that Quinn was itching to watch his news, practically vibrating out of her skin. Even in general it was uncharacteristic of her, as she always seemed bored to death by the news Sam watched in the morning. 

“Quinn, I thought you hated the news.” Tara said, mild mannered and sitting down next to Mindy. 

“Especially this bald head-ass,” Mindy said, scooching over to make room. 

Quinn waved off everyones protests. “Someone I know is in this.” She then sat on the floor close to the television screen, “I just need to watch this one bit, ‘kay? Then we’ll get to whatever epistolary movie you want, Minds.” 

“It’s not epistolary, it’s a mockumentary about—“

“Yeah, yeah, we get it, Uncle Randy’s got you all educated.” Chad walked in with a pillow, pushing his sister over and plopping down right in between her and Tara. 

You were in the kitchen with Ethan, heating up bags of popcorn in the microwave, when Quinn cranked up the volume of the news way high. You could now hear it from there, and you both caught the segment's tagline. 

“Spiderman’s New Sidekick: Menace, or Martyr? Just last night, the attention-seeking “hero” was seen causing more mayhem in the city of New York. The troublemaker was accompanied by a similar web slinging partner - though still suspiciously hiding their identity. The following clip has been sent anonymously to us.”

The tv network then played a clip of you, fidgeting with the web slingers, clumsily making your way through New York and hitting several garbage cans over in the process. Your suit, however, was encapsulated in darkness, and all anyone could see was that white hood and those big curved eyes the mask had — tell-tale spiderman features. 

Your eyes darted to Ethan’s own, who was wide-eyed and pale. 

Ethan had long grown inured to the media’s attention on him, seeing as he had been doing this spiel for two years now - but you being in the news was a whole other story. 

The boy leaned over, presumably to whisper pretend sweet nothings in your ear (truthfully completely panicked thoughts about you in the suit) when Mindy interrupted your thoughts. 

“Oh my god, Quinn, don’t tell me you’re watching Jameson bash Spiderman because you don’t like him?” Mindy groaned, sinking into the couch. 

Quinn was quiet, which was really just an answer. 

Mindy leaned over from her spot on the couch. “Give me —“ she and Quinn wrestled for the remote, “the remote, I can’t listen to this entitled senior citizen bash Spiderman any longer—“ 

“He’s informing the public about a troublemakers misdeeds—“

“He should be informing the public he’s getting admitted into a senile care home—“ 

Then the two of them landed on the floor with a thud, the microwave went off, and Chad took over Mindy’s space on the couch, artfully “yawning” and placing an arm on Taras shoulder, who gave him a look but didn’t shrug him off. 

Well. So much for a peaceful night. You can see why Sam spent so much time at Danny’s place. 

The majority of you were sporting hangovers, and had wished to experience a relaxing evening, falling asleep to the droning of a Meeks-Martin Movie Recommendation (a name Chad protested everytime you said it, saying, “it’s associating me with Mindy’s movie-geek bullshit”) whose philosophical points generally flew over your head. 

(Hangovers excluding you and Ethan, who had spent the rest of the night patching eachother up, in which you were privy to Ethan’s nursing skills - or more accurately, the lack thereof. 

You had found yourselves once more in the apartment's cramped bathroom, except this time you were getting bandaged up for the scrapes on your elbows. 

You were squirming under Ethan’s touch, his hands in a heavy grip on your forearms. At some point, Ethan had enough of your movement, used his large hands to pull you close by the waist, and continued his idle work on your arms there. 

The manhandling had you so flustered you dared not move for the rest of treatment, turning your head away from the mirror so as not to reveal the terrible blush on your face. 

On the other hand, Ethan was completely oblivious of the nature of his actions, focused on bandaging your wound correctly. 

In the end, despite all the fuss, he forgot to use rubbing alcohol, and didn't know how to tie the bandage, leaving an articulate bow to finish the wraps off instead. Still, you appreciated the effort. 

He had done it in his awkward, stilted way, which was incredibly endearing in its own right.)

Silence flooded the room, until you pulled the popcorn out of the microwave, and you and Ethan poured the bags into their respective bowls for each person. 

Mindy and Quinn then untangled themselves from each other, getting up and wiping the dust of their clothes like nothing had ever happened.

“So,” You said, trying to play it cool, “what’s the deal with Spidey, my boyfriend's boyfriend?” 

Ethan followed from the kitchen, pushing you playfully (and hoping this fake nonchalance was convincing enough). “Turn that nonsense off, Q. Don’t you remember Jameson’s outburst when I quit?”

The man had had a tantrum when Ethan quit the poor summer job he was working in their offices. 

Ethan got the job in the first place because his dad was part of the NYPD, and Jameson thought Ethan might be able to spill some incredibly confidential “juicy” details about ongoing cases. When Ethan failed to deliver, Jameson forgot about him, and he spent two months doing miniscule tasks, like sorting paperwork or going for coffee runs. 

Suffice to say, it wasn’t the office experience Ethan was hoping for, so he promptly quit. There was also the awkward matter of Jameson’s increasing hatred of Spiderman, wherein Ethan was forced to regularly voice his “irritation” toward the hero. 

(Which was kind of hard to put his heart into when, well, he was the hero.)

And although it was a proper quitting, too, with a two weeks notice and everything, Jameson didn’t care, and berated seventeen-year old Ethan in front of the twenty something workers he had under his feet. But Ethan hadn’t cared too much either, and went to the theater to watch a movie right after. 

You and Ethan waited for Quinn’s familiar jabs at Ethan’s old job (in which Quinn had laughed for a solid ten minutes when he came home from quitting, in utter shock that her little brothers first job ended with a 60-year-olds toddler tantrum), his “love” of Spiderman, or even just Ethan in general - but nothing came. She merely shifted her gaze from you to him, before shrugging, and handing the remote back to Mindy. 

So movie-night was back on, but a certain feeling was creeping up both your spines, twin looks being traded between you and Ethan. 

What exactly had prompted Quinn to watch a broadcast about Spiderman? No matter how much she ranted about the hero, she equally hated Jameson and the news. 

You wracked your brain for a single solution throughout the entire movie, and it had only clicked when Mindy began her routine film-analysis, bringing out the small, rollable white board you all had tried to hide from her, just so you wouldn’t need to listen to any more movie essays. 

You got up, and pulled Ethan along with you, Mindy shooting you two a disgusted look, and Chad throwing you a thumbs up. 

(You hadn’t noticed, but Quinn’s eyes trailed after you with a glint of suspicion.)

“She knows,” you said, hushed and ducking in the dimly lit apartment hallway near your bedroom. 

“What?” Ehan said, brows furrowed. 

“She knows. Quinn.”

“Quinn knows what?”

“Oh my god,” you refrained from hitting him, “Quinn knows you’re Spiderman.” 

“What?”

“Quinn knows y—“

“No, I mean, what as in what the fuck?! Are you sure she knows?” 

“I just - she was looking at us weirdly during the Spiderman broadcast, and through the entire movie, too—“

“That doesn’t mean she knows, right? She could be looking at us because we’re “dating”, or because — ‘cause I’m her stupid Spiderman geek brother, or—“

“Okay, but she could also be looking because she knows you’re Spiderman, knows I’m the weird sidekick on the news—“ 

“[Name]! Just,” Ethan pressed two fingers between his eyes, “can we let this go? Just for tonight?” 

You sighed, leaning your head against the wall. “Fine! Let’s just… pretend none of this ever happened. That she, like, probably doesn’t know.”

“[Name].”

“Okay! Okay, you win. But just for tonight, because I swear, if I wake up tomorrow and my mom’s blasting my phone because Quinn told someone about it—“

“She doesn’t know!” Ethan repeated, before sticking his fingers in his ears and walking away like a little kid. 

You shook your head at his immaturity, but stuck your tongue out at him when he wasn’t looking, anyway.

After that isolated incident of suspicion, you and Ethan kept a particularly close watch on his sister's actions, reactions, and movements.

How she reacted when Ethan raved about how much he “adored” Spiderman, the faces she made when Sam passed The Daily Bugle channel on TV, how guarded her body language was when you walked around Central Park and someone called out from afar that Spiderman had just swung by. 

And she was so fucking suspicious. 

Quinn’s eyes would thin, looking at Ethan and you when he talked about Spiderman, she’d watch intently when Sam passed Jamesons channel, if even for a second, and she’d look to the skies every time somebody shouted “Spiderman” in the park or the streets. 

Ethan countered your every thought, however, constantly reminding you of her previously mentioned hatred for the hero, using that as an excuse for her every move. 

You two find yourselves arguing over the matter again, this time while walking across campus to your next classes, having to hold hands as you did so just so people wouldn’t think your arguing was actually you two in the process of breaking up. 

“E, she knows. I mean, for gods sakes, what person who doesn’t know sends their brother nasty looks when someone talks about Spiderman?” 

“Well, maybe, I’m her little brother who she’s made fun of every moment for the last nineteen years?”

“Oh my god, Ethan, we can’t keep pretending she doesn’t know you’re Spiderman!” you whisper shouted in his ear, pretending to pick something out of his hair. 

“Well, I was just suspicious, but you two have gone ahead and confirmed it for me.” Quinn suddenly appeared beside you, walking in tandem with your paces. 

Then, you and Ethan both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, shock still, jaws dropped, almost getting hit by a bike in the process. 

“What?” She said, tilting her head to the side. 

“What?” Ethan said back. 

“What -“ You began, but the irony sunk in rather quickly. “No, fuck— Quinn, how the f— how did you find out?” you whispered low, pulling her by the sweater sleeve as you began walking again. 

Quinn looked back to make sure nobody was listening secretly, like she had done just moments prior. “Again, I was just suspicious. Knowing was all you two. But… you guys are kind of, like, really obvious. Like, on movie night, you were fighting in the kitchen about the popcorn, and when I turned on the news you went quiet. When me and Mindy argue about the better heroes, you look at eachother like you’re about to burst out laughing every time I say I hate Spiderman. And your Halloween costume,” she pointed at you, “had a hood that looked a lot like the one on TV.”

You scratched your cheek sheepishly, considering the facts against you. “Okay, we are… more obvious than I thought.” 

“We?” Ethan said, incredulous. “I’ve hid this for years.” 

Quinn snorted, stifling a laugh. “Ethan, you’re fucking terrible,” she punched her brother, “at lying. I just never brought it up. Honestly, what the hell is “I’m going out for patrol — no, I meant I’m going on a date with [Name]” supposed to mean to me?” She mocked Ethan’s nervous stuttering. 

Ethan went red. “I— well, — I mean, dad doesn’t even know, and he’s like a bloodhound.”

Quinn shrugged. “Sure, he doesn’t say anything, but he also never reports any unnatural cobwebs he finds on the criminals either.”

“I’ll be damned,” Ethan said, starstruck. You patted his shoulder pitifully. 

“Does anyone else…?” You gestured lightly to the general population on campus.

Quinn shook her head. “Not that I know of. And I won't tell anyone, if that’s what you mean.” 

The three of you stopped to sit at a water fountain, the conversation becoming much more serious by the look of Quinn’s face. 

She had bit her lower lip, suddenly looking far off, a mix of melancholy and fury shining in her brown eyes. “As long as you don’t get yourself killed, Ethan, I won’t tell anyone.” 

Ethan gulped, probably remembering all the times he did exactly that. “I promise, Quinn, I—“

“Because I know you will, Ethan. And I will fucking dig our brother out of the earth if you dare to—“

All of a sudden, this didn’t feel like a confrontation between friends — it felt like a heartfelt conversation between family, and you felt very out of place. 

Just seeing how furious Quinn looked, but how her lip trembled, how fists clenched with the memories of their brother, how Ethan leaned away, trying to escape any confrontation in relation to their brother, how his expression tensed - it made you feel icky, like you were interrupting that which was none of your business.  

As you were about to leave, step away from the incredibly private situation and duck into your school building, Quinn grabbed you by the hand. “[Name], promise me, please, keep my brother safe. You’re in this way deeper than I am, so…”

She waited for confirmation. When you didn’t respond, Quinn continued. “You love him, I can tell, so please, just… keep him alive, for me, okay?.” 

Your mouth opened and closed. She still thought you two were— 

You considered telling her the truth, but - but her gaze was so desperate, tone so heartfelt, the only thing you could do was nod.

From there, you could feel the guilt eat at you, simultaneous to the burning you felt in your heart. You wanted to protect Ethan, you wanted to keep him safe - you did not want to lose him, for that would be like losing a limb. 

And then Quinn’s words echoed in your ears once more: you love him, I can tell—

You breathe, in and out, conscious coming back to the Earth, and you slip away from the pair of siblings, Quinn’s words ringing in your ears, Ethan’s gaze lingering on you as you stepped into Blackmore.

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[dearhargrove]

Shy

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You were the quiet girl with a fancy car that everyone knew but no one really knew - and it intrigued him.

Billy Hargrove x f!reader

𝔱𝔴'𝔰: Billy being an asshole at first, swearing

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3,950 (more or less)

𝔞/𝔫: enjoy. Also, I know next to nothing about cars so bare with the vague descriptions

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When he asked you out suddenly everyone knew your name and was friends with you. It didn't come as a surprise that they wanted to be close to you now - after all there was a chance to get to him, wasn't there?

From the moment he came to you, wanting to take you out, your social life took one big turn. No one used to care about you, they weren't mean or even bullied you but they weren't your friends either. It was ridiculous, the way they followed him around like moths to light.

You had noticed him, how couldn't you? He was loud - obnoxious even - and his presence was different compared to all the jocks of Hawkins High. They were all bark but not bite while he stayed true to his word, you've seen him beat someone up more than you could count on one hand.

He had nothing to do with you, nor you with him. He didn't even know of your existence. Until he did.

-

Sighing you put your pen away, turning to Nancy. She was your only friend and although she'd started being more with the popular crowd she still hung out with you as before.

She was currently begging you to come with her to the party she would attend - Tina's Halloween bash.

You'd never gone to an actual party because you would've ended up not knowing anyone and that'd just be awkward and boring.

Nancy on the other hand realized she quite enjoyed the loud music and the rebellious aspect of it.

So, all in all, you both knew this was useless. You hated parties and there was nothing that would convince you. When she had left to go to the party you felt bad. She deserved someone that liked the same stuff as her, not someone like you.

Later in the evening you were getting ready for bed, still wracked with guilt considering Nancy. The phone next to your bed started ringing loudly, surprising you. Quickly answering you're able to make out the faint noises of people screaming, music pumping and someone trying to talk to - you.

"Hello? (y/n)?" You humm, acknowledging whoever was trying to speak to you. "Nancy is super drunk and won't let me take her home so I figured I should ask you?" It came as a surprise; Nancy didn't drink. Maybe sometimes but not much, not enough to get her wasted, anyway.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Where?" You already start searching for some clothes, deciding a simple sweater and your usual denim would be enough. He told you the address before thanking you and hanging up. You were kind of thrown off. He even knew your number, you thought, before remembering Nancy had your number in her wallet along with those of her parents - in case of emergencies.

Closing your window the cold October air meets you and you shudder, quickly throwing your denim jacket over as well before taking your keys and leaving.

Your car was a sports car, you'd gotten it from your Dad before he passed away. You didn't take it to school, afraid the students there would damage it, which was most likely to happen.

Starting it you speed off, enjoying the drive through the dark night.

The house was big, decorations littering the garden and house front in a messy way. People were gathered everywhere, empty red cups a reminder of the horror that'd encase you in seconds.

The sound of your car's engine was loud - a pleasant sound - and gave your appearance away for those that weren't completely gone already.

One of those people being Billy Hargrove. He was smoking and leaning against the wall, listening to Tommy talk shit about whatever - he hadn't listened - and he perked up at your car.

This was the least he expected, after all he'd never seen someone in this town drive something else than the typical hideous family cars.

His eyes fixed on your form when you stepped out, keys held tightly when you locked it before making your way to the entrance.

Now he was interested.

"What are you- (y/n)? She's a loser, no one ever talks to her except-" Tommy hiccups, nearly throwing up before getting himself back together, "-Nancy Wheeler." This time he throws up for real, retching into the bushes behind the group of boys.

So that's why he had never noticed you. Oh, he was going to have an absolute field day with you. Stepping on his cigarette he pulls his shirt to sit right - displaying his abs but not revealing all of it - before making his way after where you had just gone in.

You weren't that hard to find, after all the students stepped out of his way quickly, giving him sight of the kitchen and hallways. You were exiting the bathroom, Nancy stumbling next to you with an arm slung around your neck and a stained shirt.

The people went back to dancing and drinking but he made his way after you in a sneaky way. When you got Nancy in your car you turned around, not expecting the male leaning against your car door. "Fancy car you've got." He says, coquet lilt to his raspy voice.

You swallow - did he have to meet you when you were in your pajamas? "Uh, thanks." He senses your nervousness and with other girls it would've annoyed him, the stuttering, the silence. With you, he finds he doesn't mind.

"You're not staying?" He asks, referring to the party. You sigh, shaking your head, "Do I look like I'm gonna stay?" He chuckles a little and shrugs, "What's your name, doll?" Oh, the stupid petnames he called everyone. You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't palpitate, so without actually wanting to, you tell him your name.

"Suits you," he grins and gets off your car, "Nice meeting you, sweetheart." With that he walks away and your breath is stuck in your throat; what the fuck?

Arriving at home after dropping off Nancy you immediately return to your bed, the fatigue catching up to you. You fall asleep with a certain long haired guy crowding your thoughts.

-

Getting ready for school the thought of just staying home was at the front of your mind. Even though you slept through the whole night, getting Nancy and everything had robbed you of a good few hours of sleep.

You pull your usual sweater with some jeans on, your backpack slung over your shoulder and car keys in your hand. When you exit your room your mom is already bustling around in the kitchen, preparing some big breakfast for you two.

Smiling at her you take one of the Eggo's she'd toasted and wave at her as you make your way outside, "Sorry, mom! I'm late today!" She sighs, one hand on her hip and gives you a warning look before turning back to the stove. Munching on the warm waffle you put the keys in the ignition, getting mentally ready for another school day.

Arriving at school you park in your usual spot, pulling the hood of your sweater over your head at the cold air invading your senses. God, you hated the Hawkins autumn. A shiver wracks your body and you hurry to reach your classroom, not only because you barely had five minutes left until class started but also because of the weather.

To your embarrassment nearly everyone's there already, talking or yelling at each other while moving about the small classroom.

You approach your usual seat - far in the back - and drop your bag on the uncomfortable chair.

You're deep in thoughts when someone sits next to you, pulling the chatter of the other students to a short stop in doing so.

Confused, you look up only to see a certain blonde haired boy next to you. His mullet is sitting perfectly, not a hair out of place and his white shirt is basically outlining his abs while his denim jacket covers up his biceps.

"Morning, sweetheart," he smirks, his voice deep and a little raspy - either from the cold or from all the yelling at the party yesterday. Gulping you nod in acknowledgement, not trusting your voice, while your gaze moves back to your table.

"Back to ignoring me?" You're guessing he means you never openly fawning over him as all the other girls did, but it still throws you off a little, "Huh?"

He chuckles and shrugs, making you want to ask if he meant something else, if there was something he wanted to tell you. But in that moment your teacher walks in, everyone dejectedly walking to their seats and getting quieter.

You try not paying any further attention to the boy next to you and it works. Until lunch break.

Going to sit at your normal table, which you shared with some other students that you hadn't talked to, but got into some kind of routine of sitting together, you're startled to see Billy sitting there in all his glory. His friends - or whatever he'd call them - are also sitting there, the rest of the table empty.

You frown, where the fuck are you supposed to sit now? The least you'd do is sit down next to those idiots. Your search is interrupted by a call of your name, loud enough for some of the other students to turn your way.

Beet red you walk up to Billy, trying to figure out what he wanted from you. Wasn't it enough that he stole your seat? Did he have to embarrass you in front of everyone else, too?

When you're standing next to him, everyone at the table is staring up at you, one of them being Tommy H. You had never actually paid attention to him, but you knew who he was and more importantly what he was like. From all of the jocks and popular kids he was by far the most outrageous one.

The first time he'd taken note of you was when he dumped a water bottle over your head for accidentally bumping into his girlfriend - Carol.

"Uhm, yeah?" Your voice is quiet and it's clear you're intimated and that it's the last place you want to be at. "C'mon, sit down. It's your usual table, isn't it?" Billy's voice isn't necessarily sweet or caring but he doesn't seem to be making fun of you. Still, you're unsure whether he's genuinely serious or just joking, so you stay frozen, mind running through all sorts of scenarios.

"Sweetheart, I wasn't kidding, c'mere." With that, he pulls the chair next to him out and it's then that you know leaving would make this a thousand times worse. So you diligently sit down on the uncomfortable plastic chair, the details of it digging into your back. The conversation on the table is filled with gossiping instead of actual conversing, and you're sick of it. Where's Nancy?

Even after subtly looking around for a while you can't find her, the usual striped sweater being nowhere to be seen. Cursing under your breath you focus back on the other people sitting around you. "And next thing you know Steve's dropping the freaks camera! Like, he had full on pictures of Nancy and him fucking," Carol laughs, halfway laying on Tommy's lap by now.

You frown, Jonathan? You've spoken to him a few times, and so far he seems to be one of the only people that actually has something in his head. "Jonathan?" You ask and the attention's on you, which you should've expected but it still throws you off a little. You don't see Billy's eyebrows pulling together when Carol grins, "You know him? He's a stalker." She and her boyfriend burst out laughing again but you're just thrown off, that's the least he was!

"No, he- he isn't a stalker. He's quite nice, actually," the hesitation is clear in your voice but you wouldn't let them talk down on him like that if you could do something about it.

"Why are you defending him? Do you have something to do with him?" The boy with freckles asks and just laughs when you stay quiet. "Babe, they'd be the perfect couple. Just imagine," Carol imitates kissing and says something in a high pitched voice, while you're just looking at your thighs and staying silent.

This couldn't have backfired more. "Mhm, I mean look at her. I don't even know why she's sitting with us." That's what pushes you over the edge and you stand up abruptly, weaving your way out of the cafeteria with quick steps.

It kinda hurts to know that Billy didn't say anything to your defense but then again it was a mystery he'd even spend so much time on one person, instead of finding new girls to sleep with. Cursing yourself for thinking he liked you or at least saw you as something more than the usual one night stand, you rush through the halls of the school and over the football field before settling down on the abandoned picnic table.

It has been here for years, the wood rotting and weak. You let your head fall into your hands, willing away the oncoming sadness. This was the first time a guy had shown any kind of interest in you and just as quickly as it happened it was over again.

What you don't see or hear is Billy getting up with a loud clatter of his chair, his threat to beat Tommy up if he spoke like that to you again, still hanging in the air, before he rushed after you.

He has your hair in sight as you make your way past all of the students and- into the woods?

He's a little confused but follows after you. He'd never felt any kind of caring feeling for a girl before, and it confused him. Why did he want to protect you like that?

He was never bothered how other people felt by his words or because of something other people had said, but when you sat there, eyes fixed on your legs and figure slumped he felt anger. Anger at the two students that were making fun of you for no reason. But besides that, also worry for you. It caused him to stay silent, his questions concerning you clouding his mind.

Dead leaves are crunching under his feet and the wind blowing is cold, you would be freezing only wearing that hoodie of yours. He speeds up a little and soon enough you're back in his sight. Your head is leaning on something - probably your hands - and the wind makes your hair flow a little in it, you look pretty, he thinks.

He carefully sits down next to you, one hand running through his hair before he lets the other rest on your back. You flinch a little, not having noticed him. "You know they're the stupidest people in, like, the entirety of Hawkins?" He comments and you smile a little, though your head was swimming with questions of what he was doing here.

"Don't listen to them, doll. They have nothing on you, hm?" He was back to his flirting and you looked up, eyes a little glossy but otherwise clear. You smile a little, "Thanks," but you're not sure if you should believe him. He was probably worse than Tommy and Carol in many ways, why would he want to make sure you were okay?

"Why-," interrupting yourself with a sneeze, which makes him grin a little as he waits for you to continue, "Why are you wasting so much time on me of all people? Or like, at all? I'm not going to sleep with you." It makes you a little embarrassed to say out loud - but that's all he was after, wasn't he? Just another person to get into his bed for a night.

He stays silent, not exactly knowing how to answer you. This was the furthest from the truth, but admitting that it was untrue, meant admitting to himself that he felt genuine interest in you - instead of just another lay.

"Hm, my charms failed me?" He smirks, deciding on his usual flirty ways. Puffing his chest out a little at his words. You shrug instead of answering, a little disappointed he didn't take you seriously.

With a sigh you shrug and turn back to look at the wood, some of it splintering or covered by moss. "Listen, princess. You're for sure not like, hell I don't even remember their names. Gotta say, you're intriguing. Not only in a sexual way," he grins lazily and pulls a Marlboro out of his pocket, lighting it with practiced ease.

With a quick movement you take it from his fingers, flicking it out on the table, "Gross." He's surprised at your action but doesn't say anything, instead reaching out to pull the collar of your hoodie a bit lower, his eyes trained on the exposed skin. He mumbles something you can't understand before leaning forward, his breath warm on your neck, "Let me make it clear to everyone that you're mine," he whispers and your breath hitches in your throat, eyes closing at his proximity.

You don't even think about his words, the implication not really registering in your mind as you let him come even closer, his hand holding your hip gently as he places a soft kiss on your neck. "That okay?" He asks, one hand tugging your sweater aside even more, the cold air giving you goosebumps. You're completely out of it, the only thing on your mind being the intimacy to the boy next to you, his curls tickling on your jaw, "Uh, yeah," you finally reply.

He huffs amusedly at your obvious disheveled state, nipping lightly at the skin. You exhale shakily, your hands coming up to clutch at the hem of his shirt when he starts sucking. That's when you get a little more clear headed - your mom would be livid if she saw any hickeys on you. "No-" you gulp, gathering yourself again, "It'll be visible…" you finish and he parts from your neck, putting some distance between you two. "Think that's too late," he chuckles, soothing his thumb over the sore skin.

"You wanna skip the rest of the day?"

That's how you find yourself, hours later, still sitting on the wooden table and talking with him about pretty much everything and nothing. It had started getting dark, school over long ago.

He stops talking when he sees a shiver wracking through your body, the temperature having sunken even further with passing time. "You cold?" He asks and you look up, a little startled that he suddenly speaks up. The cold had been slowly creeping down your back and enveloping your whole body - you probably caught quite the cold by now.

"Ah, it's okay," you assure, although it very much wasn't, you were freezing. He chuckles and gets up, dusting off the back of his pants, "C'mon, you're basically an ice block, babe. Let's get you home." The pet name basically erases the cold, flustered you also stand up and nod towards him.

Walking to the last two cars in the parking lot you part, your cheeks flushed because of the temperature and the constant pet names he called you. Leaning against the trunk of your car, you wait for him to say something. Instead he walks closer, leaning over you with one hand next to your hip. "You're more interesting than I thought, doll," he rasps and by now his forehead is nearly touching yours - his breath warm on your face.

"Thanks," you say timidly but it comes out more as a question than an answer. He places one hand on your jaw, slowly tilting your head upwards so that you make eye contact with him, "See ya," with which he leans down and kisses you - tasting of cigarettes. His perfume washes over you and you reciprocate slowly, glad your first kiss got to be him.

2

A few months later and you find yourself friends with Billy. It was an unlikely combination, no one even knew your name and if they did, they didn't pay any attention to you.

Now that he was always with you, many people tried befriending you in order to get close to him. It was funny how people changed, yet you behaved just as you did beforehand.

Sometimes that ended badly, just like now. "Jesus, you're so stuck up. I don't even know why he stays around you," one of the girls whose name you didn't know scoffed.

"Well, I'm still better than you are or do you see him around you?" It made you chuckle and you saw the shock - paired with concealed amusement - on her friends.

She just gaped before slapping you, and you were nearly a hundred percent sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of her ears right now.

You've taken worse, so instead of reacting the way she probably wanted you to, you just scoff and push her off. "Leave me the fuck alone," she wasn't having it - you had obviously wounded her pride in some way.

She grabs you by your hair and pulls, making you stumble and fall. Your back hits the floor harshly, pain spreading through your body when your tailbone collides with the hard flooring. A small crowd has formed by now and although you really can't move without everything hurting you get back up, immediately reaching out to slap her.

When you've gotten up, silence falls over the crowd and the girls in front of you look shocked. Behind you is standing Billy, stony expression on his face. You stop yourself from smiling and just lean back into his chest as he presses a kiss to your neck in greeting. "We got a problem here?" He asks, obviously already knowing what had happened.

The girl that had pulled your hair just shakes her head frantically, trying to talk herself out of her actions.

It makes you laugh a little and you move closer to her, grabbing her by the collar, "Do this shit again and see what happens." She nods quickly before leaving, angry tears in her eyes when the students chuckle at her running away.

Billy comes up next to you, one arm around your waist. "What'd she do?" You just shake your head and walk towards the exit, him following behind. "Let's get our stuff and go home." With a small smile he leads you to his car after you've gotten your stuff, - since he'd given you a ride today you would've gone home with him anyway - opening the passenger door for you.

Leaning against the comfortable but hard leather causes an ache down your spine, making you pull a face. Worriedly he reaches out to you, one hand on your cheek, "Maybe we should see a doctor or something, princess." You shake your head, yes there would be a bruise by tomorrow but it wasn't worth seeing a doctor over, some pain killers and you'd be fine.

"Start driving, cuddle me when we're home and I'll be completely fine again," he chuckles and puts a hand on your thigh as he always does, starting the engine with the other before speeding off.

The rest of the day was spent in his bed, him spoiling you with whatever you'd want. It made you smile, his eagerness to help you out with anything endlessly endearing to you.

[urcuteharrington]

hi, I just saw your post asking for some requests. Maybe if you can do a Steve angst but with a little bit of fluff? 💛💛

forgotten?☁️🕊

summary-steve seemed to have forgotten you when nancy came into the picture

word count-1.8k

warnings-fighting and cursing

a/n-i really hope you guys enjoyed this because it took me so long to write but i appreciate you all and i’m so glad to be back 🤍

masterlist

huge thanks to @angsty-plots for giving me ideas for new angst plots<3

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steve and i were good friends that was until he started dating nancy wheeler. it use to be steve and i doing everything together hanging out at each others houses, long car rides , going to tommy’s parties , and now he forgot all about me. i knew steve had a crush on ever since the beginning... i saw the way he looked at her when she would walk past him , i saw the sparkle in his eyes when he talked about her or whenever she was around. it use to be steve, tommy, carol, and i hanging out at lunch everyday but i was soon replaced when steve asked nancy to go to his house for a hangout with carol and tommy since his parents were out of town. that night he only invited me out of pity and i saw the subtitle flirting between the two and it made me sick. i walked barb that night to the bathroom after she sliced her thumb trying to open a beer can.” i know steve has gauze and bandages somewhere here ill look just keep your hand under the water” i tell her. that night i saw nancy and steve go into his room and i knew what was going to happen and i couldn’t bare being their for it. I said my goodbye to barb wishing her a safe ride home and went on my way. remembering that night i cried my heart out wondering why steve never expressed interest in me.

That was months ago now it’s around october and it was tommy’s halloween bash. i wasn’t going to go but i decided that it was better than sitting at home doing nothing. i knew i was going to see steve their with nancy but i still went even if it was going to hurt seeing my best friend who forgot i even existed. I go dressed up as (whatever you want) and grab my keys getting ready to head off to the party. pulling up to the house i already see drunk teens walking around with their heels in hand or wobbling around. i walk in and head over to the kitchen and try to grab a drink of spiked punch. while pouring i look over and see them... steve and nancy dancing to the beat of the music. a sudden wave of sadness hit and i decided to take a sip of the punch feeling the alcohol run down my throat.

minutes pass and i decided to stay in the kitchen since i felt like it was my best bet to not run into them while on the dance floor. watching the drunken teens flirting and stumbling their words amused on how quickly the punch could get someone drunk.then i saw her , the girl who stole my best friend from me and the boy i loved. nancy walked into the kitchen and grabbed more cups of the spiked punch , one after another i was able to see her get completely shitfaced in the ,mater of only a few minutes. steve came looking for nancy and they got into a fight and i watched intensely. watching as the punch spilled all over her while sweater my mouth opened a jar shocked at how messy everything was getting. watching her and steve storm over to the bathroom. moments later i move to the living room near the front door and suddenly get shouldered by steve who seemed furious and watching jonathan rush to the bathroom. i decided to stay a little longer since the party was still going strong.

a few days later i noticed that steve and nancy were slowly falling out since he wasn’t visiting her at school anymore and her and jonathan seemed to have gotten closer. they seemed to be done and whatever was said in that bathroom must have been bad. i decided to go to steve’s house and check up on him, even if we weren’t friends anymore i didnt want to see him go through something like a breakup alone. knocking on his front door i waited anxiously wondering if i was making the wrong choice. “ hey how can i- oh hi y/n. i didnt uh expect you to be here?” steve says opening the door confused. “ i know steve but i wanted to talk to you” i say as he walks me to his room to talk.” hey i was actually gonna go out and apologize to nancy so if you can come and help me pick something out for her” my heart sank i haven’t talked to him in months and he already brought her up. not a hey how are you or a i miss you nothing its always about her i think to myself. “ oh i actually came to talk to you about something “ “ shoot” he says.” why did you stop talking to me” silence filled the room 1...2...3 minutes passed waiting for him to say something anything” steve you left me for nancy and i dont get what i did for you to sto talking to me. i understand shes your girlfriend but shit i didnt think you’d completely forget about me” i say standing up from his bed looking at him with sadness in my eyes.” i-i thought you didn’t want to hang out with us anymore y/n i didnt notice at first i i’m so sorry” he says guilt in his voice.” i feel like i lost the only person i truly cared about and and you were my friend and now you don’t even look my way steve how could you not notice me not being their... how did you not notice me not their at your basketball games cheering you on or the long car rides we would have just blasting music or going to tommy’s parties and taking turns getting shit faced. tell me steve is it me was i just not who you wanted to be around anymore was she my replacement because i saw it since the beginning” chocking on my words i hold back my tears. i didnt want to cry but eventually it fell and my vision blurred with tears.” y/n i never ment to make you feel that way and i am so sorry i guess i just got so caught up in nancy and i didnt notice you slowly leave and i i just feel terrible “ steve looked at me finally realizing how much he affected me and how much pain he caused me. “steve if you didnt want to be friends anymore you could have just told me you really hurt me” i say to him not daring to look him in the eyes.”i-i” is all he could say” you know what steve a simple hey i dont think we should be friends anymore its not your fault i just think we should go our own ways would have been nice” i say to him walking past him” you know thanks for being my friend for so many years but i cant be friends with someone who doesn’t give two shits about me anymore” i say as i walk out the door and walk back home since it was only a few houses down.steve not moving just in shock realizing that he was the reason why he lost his best friend.

days past and steve found out that nancy liked jonathan and accepted it telling her its okay and like that they broke up. driving around i felt a wave of sadness hit when the song steve and i would listen to while blasting music. tears spill down my face as i drive home. once i make it home i calm myself down and wash up when i suddenly hear the doorbell go off. walking over i open the door seeing the infamous billy hargrove “ hey their doll face i was wondering if you’ve seen my little sister max i know that you tutor some of her friends so i was wondering if you could help me figure out where the byers house is” he says licking his lips seductively “ yeah i could take you their and help you look for your little sister just let me grab my stuff “ i say looking at him.” after getting to the byers house i stay in the car until i see steve walk out confused at why he is their. everything happened so fast punches were thrown and now i’m driving the kids to this random area in hawkins. steve wakes up and sees me driving confused at how he ended up in this situation. getting to the destination steve and i talk while the kids grab everything. in the car they explained everything that happened in thus far with el , will, the upsidown , and etc. “ we broke up” steve says looking at me “ what why are you okay” even if we weren’t close anymore i didnt want him to feel like he had no one. “ she likes jonathan and the night of the party she called our relationship bullshit and i accepted it since i-“ dustin cuts him off by yelling at him how we didnt have enough time.

getting the kids out of the tunnels one by one steve was just about to help me up when he grabbed onto me tightly in a protective matter when the demo dogs ran toward us. watching as they ran past us he told me” i lost you once and i’m not gonna lose you again”getting out of the tunnels i was able to fully process everything that happened and once el closed the gate and steve and i were finally alone he broke the silence “ i love you y/n i never ment to hurt you and i’m sorry.” speechless i sit their “ steve i know you loved nan-“ he cuts me off “ after our first fight i knew she loved jonathan and i guess i couldn’t believe it till she called our relationship bullshit and i love you so much y/n and it was stupid of me to not tell you earlier” “ i love you too steve but what you did hurt me i mean you completely forgot about me” “ i know y/n but could you give me a second chance i’ll make it up to you... could i take you on a date and patch everything up” i really didn’t want to forgive him but i couldn’t just abandon him because i needed him i loved him and he loved me “ i would love that steve “ i say looking at him with love in my eyes and a smile plastered on my face.

[harryscrack]

halloween was a bit ago but i was too sick and depressed to write this so here it is:

ok so college au peter and tony and theyre like in a relationship already and very cute and sweet. peter spends most of his time studying and tony doesnt rlly need to study so he joined a frat to take up time when peters busy and he is just vibing. halloween weekend comes around and peter has gotten all his homework and stuff out of the way so he can party and so tony’s over in his room bc he’s waiting for peter to get ready before they go pregame and peter is getting ready in his bathroom because he needed the mirror and he’s still kinda bashful about changing in front of tony even though he’s had his tongue up peter’s ass and he knew they were doing a couples costume costume of devil and angel bc duh but he hadnt seen peter’s angel costume so he’s so unprepared for peter like walking out of the bathroom in a tiny white slip dress and the highest heels he’s ever seen looking like absolute sex on legs. he even has some makeup on and a little halo nestled in his perfect curls and tony just can not imagine any way they make it to this pregame on time and peter is always gonna give in to tony so long story short they show up an hour late and peter has hickeys all over his neck and slightly smudged makeup and is kind of limping in his heels and tonys next to him in his costume with a devilish grin to match

[bejinyoung]

BOO BASH PLOT CALL

hi all i know i’m kinda late to the party but i’m here and ready 2 get spooky

i’ll try to get back to all of my unanswered ims very soon but in the meantime, i wanted to get boo bash stuff started! but since i’m kinda late, instead of posting a “like this to plot” thing, i’ve come up with some thread ideas below the cut! so please like this or message me if you like any of these plots and hopefully we can move forward with something pretty soon!!

i haven’t made an edit or anything yet but jinyoung is probably going as a vampire (aka: dressing in black and popping in some cheap fangs)... perhaps someone could berate him for having a low effort costume and trying to enter the contest anyway? alternatively. someone help him find a better costume

wanna make out? jinyoung believes that halloween is the sl*ttiest holiday there is, and he’s taking full advantage of it. disclaimer: i don’t enjoy writing nsfw and i can’t handle anything worse than pg-13 on dash ajkfhas

i hate to say it but jinyoung is kinda stupid. if someone goes to the murder mystery event with him, he’ll probably be super annoying bc he keeps asking the wrong questions and doesn’t seem all that serious about the game (spoiler: he’s not)

since there’s music and pop up concerts all around hongdae, i was thinking that jinyoung might’ve gotten a group of dancer friends together to do a lil spooky-themed flash mob?? if they’re not already friends we can plot that they are... threads abt preparing beforehand, or teasing each other for making mistakes (even if they did not make mistakes) afterwards could be fun

he’s sensitive to jump scares, but not a total wimp... maybe your muse finds it fun to scare others? idk but be careful of his flight or fight instinct bc it could end up being the latter LOL

[trashbag-baby666]

The First Time Gene Met Babe- Baberoe Halloween head cannons because I’m like six days late.

•They all some how ended up at the same Halloween party at Joe and Bills frat house.

•Gene invited by Spina and Babe invited because he’s Bill and Joes best friend.

•Babes dressed up as an Angel sporting a white corset, a halo head band, and a white tutu over his signature black skinny jeans.

•Gene is just wearing the clothes he went to school in but now wearing a cat ears head band Renee lent him.

•Babe is already drunk when he arrives at the party, easily cut off by George.

•Genes running around patching up drunk people who had done stupid stuff.

•That’s when Babe yells from the balcony “hey everyone watch this!” Babe smiled and took a step but tumbled down the stairs.

•He hit Gene and he fell down as Babe laid on him, “Oh hey kitty.” Babe would smirk.

•”Did it hurt when I fell from heaven?” Is Babes next pickup line. All while Gene is frozen looking at the hot Angel that just crushed into him.

•Babe tried to stand up with the support of his right wrist but he cried out in pain and clutched it.

•”Here can I see that Angel?” Is the first thing Gene says to him.

•Babe nodded and got up following Gene to the bathroom.

•Gene shuts the door behind them and sits Babe on the toilet lid. Where he begins to dig through his man purse for his first aid kit.

•”What’s your name kitty cat?” Babe slurred.

•”Eugene Roe,” Gene looked up at Babe, “And yours?”

•”Edward Heffron but only the nuns and my mom call me that. Everyone else calls me Babe.” He nodded as the door opened and Spina arrived in.

•”Hey! He was about to suck my dick!” Babe laughed and leaned into Gene.

•”Gene you good? I saw you came in here with Babe and I wanted to make sure Babe was okay after his fall.” Spina rambled.

•”Can you get some ice Edward hurt his wrist.” Gene would ask Spina.

•Spina was slightly scared that he just walked on his two friends about to maybe bang each other out.

•But eventually came back with ice and left them alone.

•Gene had Babe ice his wrist before wrapping it in ace bandages then telling him to come see him in the ER Monday.

•So Monday rolls around, Babe comes to the ER before his first morning classes.

•Gene smiles when he sees he’s shadowing the doctor who’s taking care of Babe.

•Babe lights up like a damn Christmas tree when the hot new residency doctor walks in.

•Gene equally gets as bashful seeing Babe like that.

•Gene further examines Babes wrist and gets approval from the doctor to do an X-ray.

•Flash forward Babe fractured his wrist.

•Babes like super embarrassed because he had done it right in front of his new crush.

•So Gene gets him all ready to be casted up.

•Babe makes a cute decision and goes with sporting a pink cast for a month.

•So Gene puts the cast on him and once dried writes his name and number on the cast.

•Babe almost screamed when he saw the ‘Call me ;)’ drawn on it.

[bioodorange]

oh fuck ignore that last ask i sent that in too early noooo curse my stupid fingers 😭😭😭 what i was going to say was which of the creepypastas would want kids? and which would have liked a family if things had gone differently? ( i love small children myself and can't wait to have a family someday 💕) ~ 🕊 dove anon 🕊

I wrote this and then it deleted Ill die now, please and thank you

||Human!Pastas And Having Kids||

Masky

so we dont know much about this guy besides college fuckhead who dicked around in the woods

I can see him going into movie writing, or directing some shit like that

But as soon as he kickstarts his career, he’s looking for someone to settle down with

I have this thing, this need to write Tim as a dad, even when he’s like as Masky trying to bash your skull in

Dad vibes

anyway-

He’d be the basic suburban dad, not I hate my wife jokes kind but, crappy hawaiin shirts and always smells like a grill kind

Surprisingly I can see him having from 3-5 kids

He would try and make it to every event, and if not, then he’d take em out for food or ice cream aftewards

He’d insist on making every halloween costume from scratch- and would do a pretty kickass job

Is a very hands on dad, would try and do sports or maybe a club, just something with each of his kids

Would often have them look at scripts or ideas for work and get their feedback

He would defintely put ductape around a leaking pipe and refuse to call the plumber

He’s fairly handy with tools but will say ductape is the solution to everything

If any of his kids were struggling with homework or grades, he’d spend hours over the dining room table trying to figure it out

Would end up calling Brian or some shit at 10 pm asking for help

If he had any kids with long hair, he’d learn to braid and style it without hurting them

OH- and he’d definetely wear one of those baby holster things on his back and brag to everyone about how amazing his kids are

Jeff the Killer

This one is less surprising

for me at least-

Even if he never went through all that hell, I can’t see his dad being that good of a person

He’d use his kids as emotional outlets and try to be a friend more then a dad

So Jeff would want kids, but be scared he wouldn’t be good enough of a dad

After some convincing, he’d be ready to maybe start fostering kids

It’d take two months before he decided to adopt them

Hed be great with young kids, he’s a playful dude

He’d carry them around on his shoulders, or spend all day putting together lego sets with them

You guys would have a big table in the basement full of the different sets him and the kids put together through the years

I can see yall having like 11 kids

LET ME EXPLAIN-

You guys would probably have the two poster kids you adopted, and then you would have two of you’re own

later on, you’d foster teenagers and adopt older kids who people didn’t usually want, it’d also feel weird in such an empty house after all your kids went off to college

Jeff would have a hard time with their teenage years

he’d take all their insults and stuff to heart

but would be the one ugly crying at graduation

He’d be the dad who interogated every single person you brought home romantically

Would definetely breakout the cowboy boots and shotgun

But then would also ugly cry at the wedding

Jane The Killer

Jane will be my final pasta for this one!

So I can’t see Jane being very big on getting pregnant

But she would gladly give bone marrow for her partner to have the kid

or adopt!

I feel like Jane would get married mid-early 20′s 

And have a few years of maybe traveling around the worlds or just living it up with her partner until deciding to have kids

Jane would most likely want to adopt a young baby for the full parenting expierence

She would enjoy dressing up her kid in little designer clothes, and full blown make overs everyday

Definetelyhas matching outfits

And as soon as the kids like two she gets another one

Something about their chubby little faces and adoreable babbles drive her crazy

And she stays like this as old as they get

When their little kids she gets them a bunch of matching school supplies and will do their hair every fuckin day

When they’re teenagers she willl spoil them with different clothes and makeup 

Shes a very loving and passionate mother, would do almost anything for her kids or partner

The only time she gets hostile is if theirs bullying or discrimination going on, she would not be afraid to punch a 10 year old in the face-

Would absoulutely need pictures of everyone at every event

And if her kids ever brought hime a partner, she’d treat them like family

[blushing-starker]

Having a boyfriend that's a natural rule breaker becomes even more tedious because now it's two people conspiring together, itching to shatter social norms. Sure, they won't pull the fire alarm stunt to get out of a quiz (that's more Rocket and Groot's style), place mirrors on front steps to confuse Fury and nearly give the principal a heart attack (Loki with an exasperated Thor and cackling Hela) or hire a mariachi band to follow hall monitor Alexander Pierce (Steve had joined Bucky and Sam in that one); they'd never sneak into the air vents, fill them with glitter so the haughty board of directors would be covered in pink sparkles when they cranked the ac (Clint and Nat).

Ok, they did help with that last one, buying the shimmering stuff from T'Challa's sister and slipping five jars into Clint's backpack, but they didn't actually go into the vents.

But that's not the point. The point is there are limits to their rule breaking; Tony's spot on the football team and Peter's participation in the art club too important to risk on something as silly as skipping a quiz. No, they thanked their best friends, unhooked the window lock and slithered out only after finishing and handing in the quiz. They weren't amateurs.

Still, Peter knows Tony literally couldn't have chosen a worse time for their impromptu lunch date. (Luckily, he'd expected this exact situation.)

"Tony, they don't even have bad food today. We could just wait until the bell rang to meet up and eat at the bleachers. Like we always do a day before a big game."

His boyfriend swivels around, hooks nimble fingers into his belt loops to pull Peter closer, never once stumbling even while walking backwards. The grin he shows is manic, just this side of wild to let Peter know this isn't about haunting nightmares and bouts of anxiety. This is normal, too high on a feeling Tony Stark. Which means he won't head back to school unless Peter pulls out all the stops...

He's too exhausted from last night's art project to use up energy on the puppy eyes. So he sighs, tugs on the blue varsity jacket Tony loves to show off, kisses a dimple before turning this untamed creature around.

"Come on, I found a new route to that shawarma place with MJ and Ned last week." It sounds exasperated, but Tony knows Peter will do anything to keep him happy. Well. Not anything. There's only so many times they can discuss Star Wars before simply agreeing to disagree on whether Han and Luke are pan or bi.

"What, and you tell me this now?", Tony squawks indignantly from Peter's left side, freezing nose nuzzling into Peter's neck as revenge.

Like a robber caught sneaking into a vault, he raises his hands instantly before shoving Tony away.

"Hey, you were focusing on practice! If I told you, you'd bring Rhodey, he'd bring T'Challa and then Shuri would pop up and who goes where she goes? Bucky, which means Steve and Sam, who'd already be there thanks to Rhodey and of course Clint would somehow appear with Nat. We'd be together so Ned and MJ are gonna be teasing with Betty and half the guys in our grade have a crush on Nat, or MJ or Shuri or Betty or you. So what's the end result? The entire football, soccer, basketball and swim team eating shawarma a week before the games. I am not hearing Coach Coulson scold me for you guys breaking diet again. I'm already on his list, another situation like that and I'll have to run fifteen laps around the field."

"Oh come on, you can do those in your sleep." He could, but again, not the point.

"With a weighted backpack, Tony."

"Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want that."

"Before cycling fifteen laps and then swimming fifteen laps."

"Jesus, why would he even do that?" Tony looks at him then, disgruntled at the thought of his boyfriend doing all that.

He shrugs, doesn't want to explain Peter had done it once when it all got too much and he'd needed to release the pent up energy. He hadn't noticed Coach watching him, ready to come help if he hurt himself. They'd talk afterwards, Coulson making him promise to never do that alone. Now it became a reward and a punishment. Peter won the art contest? Fifteen everything to focus his mind and not go jumping off walls in his excitement.

His students wolfing down a thousand calories before a game? Fifteen everything so Peter would at least "time it so it's not during the season, Jesus". To be fair to Peter, Tony participated in almost all the sports teams so scheduling was hard.

"Listen, just don't eat a whole animal, ok? We can split it, eat enough," he glares at Tony, pushing through even as the puppy eyes come out, "and then head to the movies. They're showing Aliens for a few days cuz of Halloween and I already texted the guys to come during lunch."

His boyfriend, smart and sharp and witty, just blinks at him. "But we have class after lunch."

"Technically, but I convinced Mr Pym to let the class out of lab so we could all hang out. It's the one class we share so now the whole group can see it together."

Tony stops, eyes wide and mouth open.

"You, what, planned this?"

"Yeah, something fun before tomorrow to take it off your mind for a while. Or, you know, not make it stand out as much. I know how focused you get, and it's really great, having that as a goal, strategizing and taking it seriously. But I also know it can be a lot, so I thought we should all hang out since each of us has something coming up and we aren't spending much time together. Which I get, responsibilities and family and school; I just missed it and I can't be the only one, right? So yeah, this was planned. Like, two weeks ago. When MJ found the new route, it was like a sign. And I really want you to relax and enjoy the whole, I have friends that care for me and a boyfriend that loves-"

He slaps a hand on his mouth, eyes impossibly wide and cheeks flaming. Tony and Peter stand immobile, the world reduced to beat up sneakers breaking the simplicity of yellow lines on black, a flickering neon sign telling them the shawarma place is open and two hearts slowly starting to beat again after that confession.

Ned would say it's romantic. MJ would bluntly remind them it's a bad idea to stand in the middle of the road even if they're saying I love you. And with good reason, since there's the telltale roar of a car bursting with teenagers, voices howling out the lyrics to an AC/DC song. And of course Peter notices the noise of rubber swerving against gravel, the screeching of old brakes and a few terrified shrieks harmonizing with a sharp wind blasting into him out of nowhere. Before he can react, Tony is there, wrapping his arms around Peter and shoving them both into the little patch of grass that grows from a crack in dirty pavement.

There's a moment where his whole world flips, tumbles until he screws his eyes shut and prepare himself for whatever the fuck caused that noise. But nothing comes. Only a sigh blowing a stray curl away from his forehead. But a sigh? Why would?

Tony.

He gasps, jolts upright and apologizes when that just serves to jostle his boyfriend further into the ground. His boyfriend who'd flip them so Peter wouldn't be hurt. Tony is peering at him through half shut eyes, discomfort clear on the grimace he tried to transform into a sheepish grin.

"So, you love me, huh?"

It's the stupidest thing Tony Stark has ever said.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt, you could have shattered a wrist, dislocated a shoulder, torn an ACL, bent a leg-"

"This is not what I expected. Also it was a three foot leap forward on grass, I'm fine, Peter."

"Or bashed your head, or busted an arm and then what would you do for the game tomorrow? Who the hell does that?"

"The guy you love, apparently."

"That's not the point, Tony, that's unimportant because you nearly got hurt. Christ, Coulson will slaughter me if there's a scratch on you, and then your mom would be sad and I'd be sad because, what would I do without you? And don't you ever do that again, I can't take it. I am not losing you, Tony. God, why would you do that, risk so much on-"

"On you? Babe, I'd do it again. Ok, not the right thing to say based on the whole face thing you got going on right now. But just hear me out. Don't, stop hitting me, ow, why are you hitting, how are you this strong, Jesus. Ow, stop it. Peter, for fuck's sakes, I love you, you animal. Now please let go of the jacket, it'll get wrinkles."

His hands unclasp the soft cotton, Tony falling back with a groan and Peter's unhinged jaw snapping shut after fifteen seconds of letting the flies in.

It's a wonderful thing, hearing the guy he's loved for so long say it back, say he loves Peter.

It's also fucking stupid since there's even more reason to not do stunts like that.

"You're an idiot. I'm in love with a guy that has one shared brain cell with Steve. You could have been hurt, Tony. And what would that have done, huh?"

His boyfriend sighs yet again, wraps an arm around Peter to push them from the ground and heads to the car where their friends are gawking. He waves them off, offers a "Yeah, I know I'm amazing, no, I didn't break anything, T'challa, yes, I can play, Jesus, Rogers, I can read you like a book. I appreciate the worry, Bruce; Nat, thanks for calming him down. Rhodes, excellent driving. No need to hog the seats, Sam, we need to settle in. Peter, you can keep cursing me out if you, yeah, see how it's nice being fun size when you fit in my lap in a car full of people. What, I'm not walking after that, I don't care if it's til we reach the parking. Let's go, Rhodes. Pepper, I'm fine. "

Clint offers a high five. Tony responds and that's that. Out of sight, Ned gives him a fist bump and MJ keeps on reading her book. It could just be his imagination, but Tony's sure she's smiling, approval clear on her face. He preens, glad to have her blessing, and settles his head on Peter's fluffy hair.

-----

When they're all laughing in a booth, smashed together and picking food off of everyone's plate, Peter nuzzles the crook of his neck, holds his hand and squeezes it. Tony smiles, lights up and shoves at Sam's face when the trio of best friends tease him for puffing his chest out when his boyfriend ever so softly says, "I love you."

"I love you, too." The table whoops and calls for another round of food and Coca-Cola, their family grinning at them and fondly teasing the new couple. Tony grins back, high on this feeling of warmth and happiness and safety and love.

And then Peter presses ice cold lips onto his neck and he lets out a shout, pain coursing through him when a knee slams into the table. His eyes water and through the haze of agony he sees their friends exchanging cash, some grumbling and others smirking. Rhodey and MJ, he notes, are the ones that win the most. They high five before pocketing the cash and ordering dessert.

Peter kisses his cheek, smile innocent and eyes wicked. It's his own fault Tony snatches an ice cube and slips it below his Nirvana shirt. He only has five seconds to lord his victory over Peter before there's ice cream being smeared on his cheek. They battle then, accidentally sending food into Wanda's lap, Clint's hair and Bucky's face.

In less than a minute they are all covered in shawarma and participating in the fight. Peter shrieks when Tony pulls him into his lap, gets chicken on the varsity jacket and tries to wriggle away. But Tony kisses him, tastes ice cream and joy, thanks whoever decided to give him a break and find this incredible person dozing on the roof of the school with Ned and MJ one spring afternoon. Peter kisses back and, at the same time, they say, confidently, honestly,

"I love you."

This is dedicated to @drarryismyshit07

[operationcavill]

Untangled - Part 6

He parks the car outside of her apartment and sighs heavily, “Let’s talk upstairs,” He walks around the front of the car to open her door, looking around with a scowl on his face. Neither of then say a word until they reach the elevator.

Inspired by: Butterflies // Kacey Musgraves

Y/N - Your name

S/N - Sisters name

B/I/L - Brother-in-Law

B/N - Brothers Name

B/F/N - Best Friends Name

Y/N turns her shower on and really looks at herself in the mirror for the first time in hours, “You just got laid, bitch.” By Henry Cavill no less, but what does that even mean? Was he actually that into her? He seems to be but he is an actor. He asked her to lunch, though. And technically, for another date. Did last night actually happen? The hot water feels renewing, refreshing. Should she tell B/F/N? Hell, she wouldn’t even have told her S/N if she hadn’t walk in on them. She can only imagine what was going through her sisters head. Who wouldn’t go nuts if they saw a practically nude man like that? Stepping out, she grabs her phone and decides to text B/F/N.

Y/N: I have something to tell you.

B/F/N: Please do not scare me.

Y/N: It’s nothing bad. I slept with someone last night!

B/F/N: OMG WHO

Y/N: That’s the part I’m having trouble with

B/F/N: What

B/F/N: Jesus Christ, you didn’t sleep with [Your Ex] did you??

Y/N: Bitch. No.

B/F/N: Why are you being so weird then?

Y/N: Because he’s kinda like famous.

B/F/N: Excuse me??

Y/N: You CAN NOT tell anyone ok?

B/F/N: Lmao did you sleep with a superhero or something? What’s with the secret??

Y/N: Funny you should say that 🙃

B/F/N: Ummmm what

Y/N: I may or may not have slept with the guy who plays superman.

B/F/N: Stop it.

Y/N: I did.

B/F/N: Seriously?

Y/N: We’re going to lunch in a little bit.

B/F/N: I’m fucking dying right now.

Y/N: How do you think I feel!?

B/F/N: You gonna give up the deets?

Y/N: I will later. I need to get ready.

B/F/N: bitch 😒

Y/N: You love it 💕

B/F/N: You know waiting on this is gonna kill me

Y/N: I’ll get text you soon!

Henry has a large smile on his face when Y/N arrives, “Hello there,” they share a quick cheek kiss before sitting at a cozy table by the window. They make small talk and Henry takes a picture with a little girl who said that wonder woman was her favorite but he’s second. He was sweet and gentle, he asked for her name and if she’s excited for halloween. He told her to try not to eat too many sweeties, which is much cuter than saying, ‘candy’.

“You’re somethin’ else,” She’s sure her face is going to get stuff in a permanent smile.

His face slightly twists, “Why? What’d I do?”

“You’re kind. You were so sweet to her.” She can practically feel the tug on her ovaries.

The waiter arrives to take their order. He was visibly starstruck and tripped over his words, “It’s so cool that you’re on a date with Geralt!”

She amuses him. “I know. Although, I think I prefer the grey hair.” Once they all have a laugh, the waiter trots off to the kitchen.

“Are you a nerd, Y/N?”

She attempts to be serious, “I’ll show you my Fifth Element miniatures later. How was your little trip?”

He bites his lip, “So, I got some news while back at the hotel,”

“Oh yeah? Anything scandalous?”

He nervously laughs, “I wish. I, uh,  have to go back home for a week to do press.”

“Are you excited to go home for a bit?”

“Yes, and No,” he pushes a fork around and focuses on it, “I love going home, and I like working.”

She senses that there’s something else, “But?”

Henry continues, “But I’ve met a girl in a bar and I wasn’t finished getting to know her,” he wonders how many times he can make her blush, he’s sure it’s never enough.

“Wanna make a deal, Cavill?”

He perks up his eyebrow, “What you offering, Y/L/N?”

“How about, you let me know when you get back and I let you know where to find me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, “Deal.”

The waiter brings their sandwiches and they enjoy their meal while poking each others legs under the table like children. In this moment, he completely forgets who he is. Right now, he’s just Henry. He’s Henry who likes to eat sandwiches with cute woman and talk about his dog and the show he’s been trying to watch for months. He feels good.

Y/N almost chokes on her food laughing at story concerning an unfortunate tongue biting accident that occurred during his first kiss, “What did you do?”

“I jumped and kind of yelled in pain, and I think she cried. She never looked at me again.”

“I’m happy to report my first kiss was not as tragic,” he asks her to go on and she grins, “I was about 14 and there was a boy who would visit his grandma a few times during the summer. I had known him forever, his grandma lived across the street so we’d play together. One day, we were playing spotlight with a bunch of the neighborhood kids and he just kissed me. Kissed me right there beside Mr. Hoffmans car.”

“That’s very cute,” he could get a stomach ache with how sweet she was.

“It was,” She takes a sip of her water, “I have no idea what happened to him, either.”

Henry watches her, a habit he doesn’t plan on breaking, “You wanna go for a walk?”

“If you buy be coffee first,” Y/N and her addiction to warm drinks is what makes this her favorite time of year.

“You got it.” After some deliberation, Henry finally convinces Y/N that he’s paying for her food, and coffee, too.

They begin their stroll around the chilly city, stealing small looks at one another, “So, When do you leave?”

He sighs, “Tomorrow evening,”

“That sounds like an awful time for a flight,” Y/N’s head gravitates towards his shoulder.

“I’m a little used to it now. Leave late on the east coast, arrive in the morning in the UK,”

“Don’t you get tired?” She asks him so genuinely, with so much concern.

“I’m always tired,” Henry gives her a soft chuckle.

Y/N searches his face, “You seem to sleep pretty good to me,”

“There’s an exception, Darling,” Henry can’t help but feel a little bashful.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you, it was nice and your blankets are so soft.”

She giggles and leans into him again for a short side hug, “You’re a cliche that I have no problem with,”

“I am not,” He flicks her nose.

“Wha—!” She flicks his in return, “How very dare you?”

He kisses the tip of her nose and apologizes, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You’re lucky you got me coffee,” She pants jokingly after taking a large sip.

“You’re quite the caffeine addict. Late night tea, 16 ounce coffees,”

“What can I say? I’m a starving artist, it was either cigarettes or giant cups of piping hot coffee, I chose the coffee,” she pulls on the collar of his shirt and he’s tempted to kiss her again, but if he kisses her now, he doesn’t know if he can find the will to stop. There’s just something about her.

They decide to circle back around and Y/N pulls out her phone to get a ride, “I’ll take you home, why didn’t you drive today?”

She looks slightly embarrassed, “Oh, my tail light went out the other night and the garage won’t take it until Friday. They ticket you for everything up here, so I didn’t wanna risk it.”

Henry escorts her to the car, politely opening and closing her door. Just a few minutes into the drive Y/N’s phone goes off, “Oh god, it’s my mom.”

He turns the radio down and whispers, “I won’t make peep.”

She answers the phone as if she’s alone and not with a world famous actor, “Hey, mama,”

“Is there something you need to tell me?” There’s no way her sister would have told her anything, even if she threatened to do so. Y/N is taking too long and her mother repeats herself.

“No? What do you mean?” She notices Henry look at her and then look back at the road.

Her mother sighs “The boy who cuts our grass showed me a picture of you with a certain someone.”

“A picture?” If they weren’t already at a stop light, Henry thinks he might have slammed on the breaks.

“Y/N, theres a bunch! He’s kissing your nose and rubbing your leg while you eat a sandwich. Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone? And HIM?”

“I’m not,” she collapses onto her couch, “I just met him.”

“Are you lying?” Mothers always know.

The light turns green but he’s still looking at her, as if he’s trying to hear the conversation, “No, mother,” She mouths to him, ‘it’s green,”

But accidentally lets out a, “Oh, sorry, Darling.”

Her mother gasps in disbelief, “You slept with him!”

Her eyes practically fly out of her skull, “What! How—no I did not!”

“He called you ‘Darling’. That’s some sweet talk, I don’t think this is a good idea. You always say you like your privacy.” Her mother always knew what her girls were really up to. Mothers always know.

“I know, ma, but you’re reading way too much into this,” She exhales, “can we talk about this later?”

And just like all mothers, she refuses to let up,“No, how did you even meet him?”

“We were at Benny’s and he was there.”

“Out of all the bars,” She just knows her mom is rolling her eyes.

“He’s kind, fun to talk to.” Henry actually blushes and can’t contain his smile.

“I googled him.” Oh, of course, “He’s 10 years older than you.”

“You’re older than dad.” He tenses, he’s a little familiar with this, and he understands, but Y/N was very grown and very independent. He liked her for her, not her age. Ok, so her being attractive was a plus, but he had no intention of ‘playing’ her.

“I’m one year older than your father, thank you.”

“I’m very aware of my age,” She hated this. It didn’t matter how old Y/N was, she was the baby, the little one, the one protected one in her family.

“Honey, I’m serious.” Mothers.

She knows her mother means well, but can’t a girl live? “Why are y’all so worked up over this? I—,”

“Who’s y’all?”, Y/N spilled the beans, “You said you just met.”

“S/N met him that night I did,” and saw him practically naked the next morning, “and B/I/L...and John.”

“Well, now the whole world knows you’re sleeping with him.”

“I’m not sleeping with him,” He snaps her a look and she gives on in return as a warning to him, he better not make a sound.

“Are you being safe?”

“Oh my god! Yes, I’m being safe!” Henry has to stifle his laughter by covering his mouth.

“Ah-Ha, you are sleeping with him,” Great.

Y/N throws her head back on the headrest, “Jesus, ya’ll are being really intrusive. You know that, right?”

“I’m your mother. It’s my job to worry about you.”

“And I’m fine, Mama.” He finds it endearing that they call her ‘Mama’. It’s sweet and brings out her accent. “Can I call you later?”

She stalls, “I guess, but I’m not done talking about this. It’s not every day your daughter get’s involved with a warlock,”

“It’s a Witcher, Ma, not a warlock.” Henry can’t keep his laugh in this time, causing Y/N to slap his arm.

He clears his throat, “Sorry,”

She can feel her mothers glare through the phone, “I’ll talk to you later, ok? I love you.”

“I love you, too. Bye,” She turn towards him, “Well, we’ve been had.”

“I’m so sorry.” He looks all too apologetic, “I wasn’t thinking about it. I’m sorry.”

While she is nervous, she knows it’s not his fault, “Don’t be sorry. I still had a good date with you, Her phone buzzes for was seems like a dozen times in a row, “Oh,”

Henry’s mood has completely shifted. He already felt as if his feelings for her were escalating too quickly, and now this? It had only been a couple of days, “Don’t look at them.”

She scrunches her nose, “Huh?”

He parks the car outside of her apartment and sighs heavily, “Let’s talk upstairs,” He walks around the front of the car to open her door, looking around with a scowl on his face. Neither of then say a word until they reach the elevator.

She clicks her tongue a few times in hopes that he breaks the silence first, he doesn’t and she finally speaks up, “What did you mean don’t look at them?”

He waits until the doors open to her floor, “Don’t look at those things they tag you in. Some people are cruel for no reason.”

Henry can tell she’s nervous and getting a bit worked up. She’s struggling with the keys and can’t get the door unlocked. She gets so frustrated that she lets out an all too loud, “Fuck!” Her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Timmons, opens her door to see what causes the ruckus, “Sorry, Mrs. Timmons.” The woman disappears back into her apartment with a huff.

Y/N tries to open the door again and flings it open, closing it and leaning against it after it’s closed, “I’m so sorry for today.” He truly looks sorrowful and guilty.

“It’s not your fault,” She takes her coat off, then her shoes, and plops down on the couch, “I’m just—overwhelmed, I think.”

“You don’t deserve to be spied on like that,” He sits beside her and rests his elbows on his knees, “have you picture taken without you knowing.”

She scoffs, “You don’t either. Just ‘cause you're in movies doesn’t mean you should have to get you privacy violated.” She takes the hair tie from her wrist and begins to braid her hair, “I can’t believe I told my mom I slept with you.”

He laughs, “Am I really that bad?”

She falls to the side, groaning as she face plants the cushion, “No, I just don’t talk about those things with her. I mean, not really.”

“I can barely hear you,” He pokes her head and she sits back up.

“Do you tell your mom who you mess around with?”

“I can’t say that I do,”

“I need to turn off the notifications. That noise is going to drive me crazy.”

“You don’t have to but maybe making stuff private would help,”

“It’s all private already, these are like, people I don’t even really talk to or I haven’t talked to for years. Stupid Facebook.” She tosses her phone onto a chair and looks at Henry, who still has a solemn gaze, “I’m pretty good at covering my tracks, you know? I don’t use twitter, my instagram is private. Whatever this is, all of that stuff isn’t gonna get in the way.”

He shrugs, “I understand if you don’t want to deal with it,”

“It’s not exactly normal, is it?”

“No,” His tone has changed. It’s no longer chipper, just melancholy.

“Do you still want to see each other when you come back?”

“If you let me,”

She kisses his cheek quickly, “I wouldn’t have asked,”

“I do like you. Last night was just a huge bonus,” He hisses, “That sounded kind of gross,”

“I know what you meant,” She gives him a light and comforting smile.

“I have to ask; Are you pissed?”

Y/N tilts her head to the side, “Just unprepared, I guess.”

“Yeah, you can’t really prepare yourself for your mum to ask who you’re sleeping with,”

“I’m sorry my family is,” she pauses, “dramatic.”

“They’re not,” He admires a strong family bonds, he strives to create one of his own one of these days.

“Henry, it sounds like my sister wants to punch you and my mom freaked out, too.”

“Any chance I can get in good with your dad?” She gives him a blank stare, “I’m only joking.”

“B/F/N is gonna shit a brick.”

“And B/F/N is?”

“She’s my best friend. She’s practically our sister,” she remembers their text conversation, “oh, god, my mom probably called her.”

He chuckles, “You’ve got quite the circle.”

“I know, I’m sorry. They’re just protective and, yeah.” She’s tried not to show her embarrassment but it’s written in her body language.

“It’s not a big deal, I understand. It’s a tricky situation,” Tricky, indeed, but if anything this just made Henry want to further prove himself.

Y/N’s phone begins to ring and she excuses herself, “Sorry, I have to answer this one.”

Henry simply nods, interlacing his fingers and relaxing into the couch. He watches her walk around a small room, her hands up in the air and at times, writing things down. He leans to the side to get a better look. He doesn’t mean to be nosy but something catches his eye, its a painting. He can only see part of it but he already loves it. Some colors blend and others are blocked together, there’s lines and shapes. If she lets him, he’d love to explore more.

She reappears and gets back to her spot on the couch, “That looks like a fun room,”

“It’s where I paint,” She fiddles with her pant leg, “I have a show coming up,”

“Oh, yeah? Where?” She’s taken aback by his enthusiasm.

“It’s called Desmond’s,” She grins so widely that Henry notices a small dimple beside her mouth, “it's my second show there.”

“That’s amazing,”

“Thank you,” The shyness that overcomes her when she talks about her work, it’s akin to enchantment.

“Will you show me your work one of these days?” Henry looks as if he’s glowing at the possible opportunity.

“Hmm,” She taps her chin, faking thought, ”maybe.”

“I’ll take a maybe.” He’s more than glad for the maybe.

“I don’t think any of these are yours,” He waves his finger around happily.

“Hmm,” He’s correct, these are gifts or purchased from other artists, “I wanna see if you can spot them.”

He points toward her studio, “And I can’t look in there?”

Y/N shakes her head, “No, that doesn’t count.”

“I just want to see what you got in there. I know where I can spot one.”

She wants to call his bluff, “You do, do you?”

“At the bar,” He states it so matter of factly, “there’s a really cool mural on the back wall where the tables are.”

He figured it out too quick, “How did you know that was me?”

“It looks like you,” He shrugs, as if that’s not a completely sweet thing to say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it has the best colors. Your colors.” Wow.

“Stop that.” He looks away and looks back to her, confused as to what he did, “You cannot be so cute when you’re so, I don’t know, that.” She wiggles her fingers at him and he get’s all too playful again.

Henry knows he’s good looking but it’s funny how she doesn’t even attempt to hide how it affects her, “And what’s that?” He refuses to break eye contact. If she likes how he looks, then he’s gonna make her look at him. She looks away and he catches her cheek in his hand, slowly turning it back to him, “Hmm?”

This is another one of his unfair games. She knows what he’s doing, and he knows she knows. His thumb traces her mouth and she bits the tip of it, but he doesn’t flinch. His hand travels down to her throat, feeling her breathe, “You know what you are.” He smiles in a way that could make her collapse if she wasn’t already on the couch. “Charming,” He leans forward and pulls her closer by her throat. An act so suggestive, yet gentle, “Handsome,” He signals her to come closer by pulling again, this time she’s brushing her lips against his chin, “Magnetic.”

He holds her there, so close but not close enough. His eyes look down into hers, only inches away but enough to make her feel small, but safe. She feels slightly dominated by it, and she likes it. “Such a pretty girl,” he can feel her swallow, letting him know her mouth has ben watering for him, “my girl”. He kisses her forehead and lets her go but stands up, “I’ll let you know when my flight gets in, Sweetheart.” He walks to the door with a smirk, knowing what he’s just done.

Y/N’s mouth is left agape, even after the door closes behind him, “Motherfucker.”

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i had so much fun writing this! I left it a bit open ended in case I felt like coming back to it

[jessicajonesrp]

Family reunion

Jessica, texting Luke: who the hell let a Phillip Jones in the building

Jessica: if it’s Trish she’s way more fucking blonde than I thought

 Luke texting back: Que? What the heck are you talking about woman and since when did I become your doorman?

Jessica: PHILLIP JONES FUCK HELLOOOO

 Luke not having a clue what’s going on just calls her.

 “What are you talking about, am I suppose to know this person?? Seriously how am I supposed to know what the hell you’re talking about Jessica?”

 Jessica is talking very rapidly, her breaths shallow as she answers, pacing back and forth.

 “My fucking brother, that’s who. The one dead 16 years now? Only not because he just left my office. Probably he did anyway, since I opened the window and jumped out of it after my whole fucking world imploded.”

 “Oh your brother….Ooohh your dead brother?? Now your insane rantings make sense now..Shit Jessica I’m at a lost of words right now..What are you going to do?”

 Jessica laughs, but it sounds far from humorous. “I don’t fucking know, I kinda just freaked out and bolted. It isn’t a ghost, and it was him, as soon as he said it I could tell it was. They said he was dead, why the fuck would they tell me that, and where the fuck has he been all this time?”

 “Wait backup, you jumped out your window? And why would someone lie about him being dead? I think I have as many questions as you do.“

  Jessica is still pacing the rooftop. “I mean, it was open already. The window. I dont know, but I’m definitely awake right? This is real? This isn’t….I don’t, another fucking hallucination thing?”

 “Well I don’t know baby, how about you go back and crazy thinking here..Talk to him! Make sure he’s not some crazy fanboy..Do your detective thing..Get his fingerprints and some DNA, if he’s telling the truth, he shouldn’t object to proving it. I’ll wrap up things here and come to your office..And if he’s a nut, let’s just be happy you didn’t work from home today.”

 “Whatever, you don’t have to,” Jessica muttered, exhaling. “I got it. I’ll go back and see if he’s still there. Hell, if he really is Phillip, he’s waited sixteen years to show himself, he can wait ten minutes for me.”

 “You sure? Cause twenty…thirty minutes top and I could be there..I’m mean if you got family out there I’d like to meet them.” Looking down at his desk at the pile of boring papers. “Honestly I could use the break, I’m sooooo damn bored! We should have stayed on our honeymoon longer.”

 Jessica huffed another breath, shaking her hair back from her face. “I’m stopping by the liquor store first, then I’ll go back. I mean…I guess it could be a trick, or some of my crazy head games with myself. But.. What if it isn’t? He looks like him. Like He would have looked.”

 “Come on Jessica if it is your brother do you really want his first impression of you as a person that jumped out her own office window and his second you’re drunk off your ass, Look I’ll bring home a bottle of the good stuff but go back a face him with your wits intact.”

8

It was a good point. Fuck it, why did Luke always have to talk logic when Jessica was ready to run away and shove aside anything that tried to stop her or make her feel?

 “Well, it wouldn’t be all that surprising to him, since his last impression of me before showing up on my doorstop was how I caused the accident that killed our parents because I wouldn’t let him have a fucking video game,” she muttered, and damn if her eyes aren’t getting a little wet.

 It’s something that she’s always harbored, and never voiced aloud before, that it is her belief that she is the reason that her family had died. She had been too selfish, too loud, too much of a bitch, she hadn’t shared with her little brother and had made her father angry, she was the reason he took his eyes off the road. If it wasn’t for her, it never would have happened, her family would still be alive.

 She had always pushed those beliefs far down; Dorothy certainly hadn’t encouraged her to talk about her family, and Trish had always been so tentative around the subject, not wanting to hurt or anger her, that it had become far too easy to blank out memories or feelings about them for someone already inclined to repress anything too painful. Now, the possibility was presenting itself that for all these years, she had actually had a little brother out there, orphaned because of her, needing her, maybe not knowing what had happened to her. Or had he? Had he known all along that his sister had been adopted by a celebrity, while he was left behind, and she was told that he was dead?

 “Fucking Dorothy,” Jessica muttered, more to herself than to Luke, because whatever had happened all these years to her brother, she was almost sure Dorothy Walker’s hand was somewhere in the mix. In response to Luke, she said begrudgingly, “Fine, I’m going back. I’ll show up sober, but no promises I’ll stay that way once I’m there.”

 Hanging up, she ran a shaking hand over her face, fighting to slow the escalation of her breathing. She manages to stave off enough anxiety to avoid a panic attack, even as memories flicker through her mind. Waking up at fifteen in the hospital bed, frightened, in pain, wanting nothing more than to see her parents’ face, only to overhear the angry voice of teenaged Trish, blurting out that all of her family is dead. Asking about funerals, about memorials or any sort of service she could take part in, only to be told that those had already taken place, that she had missed them all, and there was not so much gravestones for her to visit instead. Picturing her family cremated, as Dorothy had so blithely told her, decimated into pieces small enough that they would all together fit in a small box or vase.

 If Phillip was alive, then whose body had they cremated? Or was even that a lie? Were her parents still alive out there somewhere too?

 Hope mingled with dread as Jessica started jumping rooftops, making her way back to her office building’s. She swung herself back down inside the open window, unsure whether she was relieved or not when she saw immediately that the man who had introduced himself as her brother was still present inside, now sitting somewhat uncomfortably on her beaten couch.

 “I figured you had to come back some time,” he muttered, not acknowledging the fact that her rather nontraditional entrance through the window. After her exit out of it, perhaps he expected that she preferred using it to doors. “Even if you do run your own business, you’ve gotta touch base at office eventually.”

 Jessica didn’t move any closer towards him, even when he stood, angling his body to face hers. Leaning back against the window, as though prepared to make another hasty exit if needed, she crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.

 “So you’re my brother,” she said flatly, eyes looking towards his forehead, rather than the hazel eyes that so closely matched her own. “Prove it.”

 “What do you want, my birth certificate, my DNA?” Phillip shrugged, sounding unsurprised. “I could get both or either. Mouth swabs can do the trick these days. But I’m guessing you’re wanting words. Well, let’s see, my middle name is Brian, after Dad, but I guess anyone could look that one up. Your middle name is Campbell, after Mom’s maiden name. I know anyone could look that one up too, but what they couldn’t look up is you used to hate it, because I would call you Campbell soup, to the point that you wouldn’t eat any kind of soup at all, even if it wasn’t actually Campbell brand.”

 Jessica’s eyes widened, and she tried to cover her shock by pressing her lips together in a thin line. Phillip wasn’t finished. He seemed to actually enjoy throwing some of the old, mostly forgotten information about her long ago history back towards her.

 “Hm, you used to watch Xena the Warrior Princess a lot, you wanted to dress like her for Halloween but Dad didn’t want you wearing the skimpy costume, so you were a ninja turtle instead. I think that was when you were maybe eleven? You lost a tooth when you were nine on the playground because you were trying to do a full flip on the monkey bars and bashed your mouth against a bar instead. I was crying, scared because of all the blood, but you didn’t even cry. You were just mad because Mom made us leave and wouldn’t let you try again.”

 Jessica couldn’t speak. She tried, but her throat was closed up, and she couldn’t seem to form words or thoughts. Everything Phillip was recounting was true, memories she hadn’t touched in nearly two decades, and as they flooded back vividly, she stood frozen between pain and hope.

 “Uh…oh, you had some troll dolls, and I hated them, because their eyes and those weird little jewels in their belly buttons glowed in the dark. So of course, you used to sneak them into my room and hide them in my bed or in a dresser drawer or something, just to make me scream. And of course, I did my part by waking you up when you were a teenager by burping or farting in your face, then running for my life.”

 Phillip chuckled slightly, then intensified the easy, laidback tone of his voice, taking a slow step forward. “Take the DNA test if you want, Jessica, but you have to know it’s me. Don’t you.”

 And she did. She knew before he said any of it, knew as soon as he identified himself aloud the first time. This was her brother. Her brother….alive.

 “You’re not dead,” she said aloud, her voice small and dry. “They said you were dead.”

 Phillip shrugged, one side of his mouth tipping up in a smirk, very similar to one Jessica’s own face often showed.

 “Guess news of my demise was greatly exaggerated then.” More seriously, he said, “Technically, I guess I did die, they had to shock me back a few times, or so I hear. But in the long run, I survived. And I’m here. I wanted to see you, Jessie. Once I could find you, and get to you….I wanted to see my sister.”

 Jessie. The name sounded different in his mouth than it did in Dorothy’s, or any of the other people who insisted on saying it and whom Jessica refused to accept it from. She had thought the only three people allowed to call her by her childhood name were long gone, and the privilege to do so gone with them. But this man, this person with her brother’s features on a grown man’s face, called her Jessie so easily and naturally, and it sounded right.

  In a few jerky steps Jessica came forward, putting her arms around Phillip in an awkward but intense embrace. They had been fifteen and ten the last time they saw each other, and their relationship ship been far from one that showed physical affection; any physical contact with each other generally involved pinching, slaps, and shoves. It felt strange and strained to touch someone so familiar and yet so unknown, but as Phillip put his arms around her in return, with almost equal levels of awkwardness, his responding lack of ease only intensified her knowledge that he was the real deal.

 “Ease up, Jess,” he said lightly, flinching slightly. “Not all of us have super strength.”

 When Jessica jerked back, eyeing him, he shrugged at her. “What, how else do you think I found you? You were on the news constantly after that mind control guy, and everyone going crazy trying to kill each other. And then Dowling Investigations ads, it might be Trish Walker’s face, but she says your name and your title, and everyone in the world with any sort of TV or radio access knows you’re her adopted sister. Yeah, there are like, a million Jessica Joneses, and I didn’t know if you’d stay in New York or not earlier, but once the mind control guy happened, and Trish talking about you on her show, it wasn’t that hard to find you. I just…kind of took a while to get up the balls to actually go to you.”

 He shrugged again, giving her a somewhat self conscious smile. “I guess now that we’re here, we have to get to know each other all over again. We’ve kind of spent more time living apart than together, you know? A lot can happen in sixteen years.”

 He was right on that. And truthfully, Jessica had no idea where to start, so she focused back on him.

 “So if you weren’t dead all this time…where have you been? What the hell happened?”

[justalittleofyourlove-fic]

A LoYL snippet...

Day 6: Trick or Treat from Clextober2020 featured Clarke, Lexa, and Xander!!

Most days, Clarke really loved her job. As a detective, she solved crime that tore families apart. Sometimes she even worked on finding a missing kid. Those days were her favorite. The days where she can find a missing piece and make a family whole again, she loved those days.

Her work as the head of the Polis PD’s Search and Rescue was just as important. Sure, those stories took tragic turns more often than she’d like. Still, she wasn’t ready to give that up yet. She had more helicopters to jump out of before she could even consider giving it up!

But when her work took her away from her family, she hated that. Seeing Xander’s shoulders drop when her phone rang, knowing it meant Clarke had to head to a crime scene or the precinct, she hated it. She knew the little girl was proud of the work she did, but she knew Xander struggled with sharing Kork with others.

It wasn’t often that Clarke pushed her team to the breaking point on missions but that Halloween, she did just that. She’d been able to talk to Lexa and Xander briefly the night before. Lexa made her promise to just be safe, a promise Clarke was ready and willing to make. But then Xander had taken the phone from her mother and told Clarke it was okay if she had to miss Halloween to save someone. She would understand.

And dammit, Clarke didn’t want the six-year-old to have to understand.

She never spoke the words out loud but she’d made a promise to Xander that she’d try her hardest to get home in time to get dressed up and take her trick or treating.

The mission and debriefing really hadn’t been too bad. Maybe that was because Clarke had been given an excuse to leave early though. Needing an x-ray or two was a good way to get out of the boring bits of the job.

Nursing her side, Clarke slowly made her way up the front walk to Lexa’s house. She hadn’t officially moved in or anything but since most of her stuff was there, she might as well have. It was only a matter of time before it was official anyway.

Reaching for the doorknob, she whimpered when she found it locked. Her keys were in her pocket, reaching for them meant moving muscles that had been strained and possibly jostling bones that were bruised. Biting her lip, she breathed heavily through her nose as she dug into her pocket for the keys.

She had to take a few seconds, blinking back tears the whole time, before she slid the key into the lock.

Once inside, she slowly made her way to Badas’ kennel, letting the puppy into the backyard for a little while. She pulled a Gatorade from the fridge, taking a long drink from it before she reached in for the lunch meats. A quick sandwich before an even quicker shower seemed in order.

Badas was ready to join her inside just as she finished her drink and sandwich. He ran to the door, skidding to a stop just before he bashed into the glass, and sat down. Clarke slid the door open, greeting the puppy with scratches to his ears.

“Come on,” She said as she turned toward the living room.

Normally she and Lexa didn’t let him up on their bed. There were times when exceptions were made though, including Clarke feeling like she’d gone white water rafting without the raft.

Badas jumped onto the bed and settled at the foot, lazing onto his side with a grumbled sort of sigh.

“I feel you, buddy,” Clarke muttered as she shuffled by. She grabbed the first set of comfy clothes she spotted in the closet, knowing full well the shirt was Lexa’s and she was only going to stretch it out. She smirked at that. Lexa had a thing for her stretching out her shirts.

The shower wasn’t as quick as Clarke had planned. The hot water spraying at her from the side jets and falling onto her head from the rainfall head... well, it seemed like just what the doctor would have ordered had the doctor known she had access to such wonderfulness.

Soon enough though, Clarke turned off the water and prepared for her first sleep in a real bed in over a week. The cot in her tent had not been the most comfortable. She toweled herself off, pulling her hair up into a messy bun, and pulled on the clothes.

As soon as she exited the bathroom she was snorting out a laugh. Badas was doing his best impression of a starfish. The puppy had grown a great deal in the months since she and Xander had found him in the forest. Clarke knew he still had more goring left to do and he was already huge.

“Better make room for me,” Clarke said as she lifted the blankets. When the puppy only groaned and huffed at her, she slid her knee up onto the bed and shot a glare his way. “Badas, I will fight you. You do not scare me.”

More grumbled huffs came her way, but at least this time the puppy sat up, allowing Clarke to get her legs into the bed. He watched her, and though she may have imagined in her sleep-deprived mind, Clarke was pretty sure he narrowed his eyes at her.

Clarke waved off his grumbling, already half asleep. “I fell down a fucking mountain, Badas. Leave me alone!”

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The next thing Clarke knew, she was being gently shaken awake. She opened the eye not buried in the plush pillow, immediately smiling sleepily when she spotted Lexa leaning over her.

“Hey, you,” Clarke whispered, her voice scratchy and huskier than usual. She lifted her arm and scooted back a bit on the bed, eager to feel Lexa pressed against her. “I missed you.”

Lexa obliged without needing to be asked. She slid right into the bed, smiling when Clarke’s arm dropped over her, her hand rubbing at her back. She leaned in, eager for a kiss. It always seemed like she was never convinced Clarke was actually home unless she was given a kiss.

Even three-quarters of the way asleep, Clarke responded to the kiss right away.

“Love you,” Clarke whispered, her hand pulling at Lexa’s back, urging her closer until their legs were tangled and Lexa’s arm was draped over Clarke’s side too.

That was when Lexa noticed the grimace on Clarke’s face when she touched her. And then she spotted the small cuts on her face and neck. She leaned in and kissed each one she could see.

“So… you fell down a mountain?” she asked.

“I was pushed down a mountain,” Clarke corrected, not even bothering to open her eyes. Her hand squeezed Lexa’s hip. “I’m fine, love.”

Arching a brow and pushing herself up onto her elbow, Lexa reached for the hem of Clarke’s shirt. She eased it up. When she spotted the purple and black bruises, she bit her lips. As carefully as she could, she leaned down and pressed soft kisses over the injuries.

“What happened?” She asked as she settled again.

“Fucking Finn,” Clarke bit out. She opened an eye then and pouted. “He’s such a little bitch. Bats he can handle with no issue. The bugs in caves? No big deal to him. But a bumblebee? A goddamn bee buzzing around his head and he turns into the biggest wimp on the East coast.”

Lexa bit back a smile. She nodded and waited for more ranting. It didn’t come though.

“He ran from a bee?”

“He fucking shrieked and ran like he was being chased by killer bees!” Clarke replied. She rolled to her back as carefully as she could. “And did it matter that I was in his way on the path? Do you think that mattered?”

Lexa shook her head and leaned her head on her hand. “No, I don’t suppose it did.”

“It’s been months since I got hurt on a mission. And this time, it wasn’t even the mission!”

“I know, love.”

Clarke groaned and turned her head so she could meet Lexa’s eye. “I could kill him.”

“You’ll have to get in line behind Raven, Octavia, Anya, Lincoln, Kane, your mother, me and Xander.”

“You’re pretty far down that list,” Clarke cocked a brow.

Lexa shrugged. “The others know where he lives. I haven’t been given that information yet.”

Laughing quietly, Clarke clutched at her ribs when they pulled a little. “I did try to not get hurt though. I want that noted!”

“You’re okay? Other than scrapes and bruises?”

“A couple of bruised ribs and strained muscles,” Clarke informed her with a whine. “I’m on desk duty for, like, a month now. I’m going to make Finn clean and sanitize every single piece of equipment in our inventory. Twice! And then I’ll have him disassemble all of our weapons and clean them too.”

“Clarke.”

Shaking her head, Clarke stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend. “Then, when I’m done with him, I’ll send him to the precinct so Kane can use him too.”

“You don’t have to go tonight, you know that right?” Lexa said softly, reaching to cup Clarke’s face. Her thumb moved back and forth along her cheek. “Xander will understand.”

“I don’t want Xander to have to understand.” Clarke replied quickly. “What time is it?”

“About half four.”

Nodding, Clarke pulled herself into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard. “Okay. So I have an hour and half to get ready.”

“Clarke, my love,” Lexa breathed and shook her head. “You can stay here.”

“I’ll take some of the pills the doc gave me, spray on some lidocaine stuff and I’ll be good to go.”

Lexa chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. Then she sighed. “What are the chances I’ll be able to talk you out of this?”

“Slim to none,” Clarke replied. She puckered her lips. “Now give me a kiss and help me out of bed. We’ve got costumes to put on!”

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Trick or Treating started at six o’clock sharp. Clarke had managed to finish getting ready ten minutes before the family of three piled into Lexa’s SUV. They drove to the big houses first, Clarke eagerly sharing all the best spots to get the big candy bars with a giddy Xander in the back seat.

She wasn’t wrong about a single house. Xander’s candy haul was massive.

Soon, they ended up at Abby and Kane’s house, the agreed upon meeting place for their friends and family for the night. Abby hosted a costume party every year, offering a gift certificate to a spa to the winner of the costume party. Making their way around to the back yard, Xander took off at a sprint when she spotted Declan and Mags on the impromptu dance floor Kane had set up.

Clarke found herself pulled into the house and up to her old bedroom.

“Are you planning on having your way with me?” She husked as Lexa pushed her inside.

“Yeah, right,” Lexa replied with a laugh. She pulled Clarke’s pills out of the little purse that was part of her costume. “It’s time for you to take some more pills. And,” She pulled out the lidocaine spray, “To reapply this.”

Fifteen minutes later, and only after Lexa agreed to a quick teenage-style make-out, they rejoined the party. This time, Raven and Anya, Lincoln and Octavia, and the rest of their friends were there. As soon as Raven spotted them, she threw her head back and laughed loudly.

“No way!” She breathed before she started laughing again at the sight of them. “No fucking way!”

“Swear jar!” Xander and Declan shouted at the same time, holding out their hands as they raced toward her.

The sight of Xander in her costume was Raven’s undoing. “This is the greatest day of my life. Where’s Abby? Clexander wins this year. Hands down. No way there are better costumes here.”

Lexa looped her arm around Clarke carefully before pressing a smiling kiss to her cheek. She motioned for Xander to join them, each of them placing a hand on her shoulder.

The picture Octavia snapped of them became one of their favorites.

“What?” Clarke asked as she arched a brow. She grinned at her family. “Haven’t you ever seen a goomba just chilling with Princess Peach and Princess Daisy?”