#‘oh honey that was for this this and that reason’ ‘UH. NO. it’s because o couldn’t take or finish tests without having an anxiety attack’

[bagofshinyrocks]

The Whole Bakery

Prompt: How will the boys respond to an S/O who slaps their ass out of nowhere? [Requested by @airghostlyfox]

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: expletives; lightly suggestive content

There he was. Making his morning cup of coffee. Comfortable sleep clothes and sluggish movement. Your handsome partner. 

He had finally freed himself from the blanket web and your comfortable arms, with the intent to go through most of his “honey-do” list that weekend.

And he was so unaware.

That your arm was winding up for a powerful smack to his ass.

John Price

The sound was not as impressive due to his sweatpants, but the way he jerked and slowly put down the things in his hands was reward enough. He did not appreciate it. And he did not turn around.

“Luv,” he said in an even tone. “What the hell was that?”

You rubbed the offended cheek with the same hand, deciding against pinching, as he would win any fight you started. 

“My darling John. Your ass is just so wonderful, I can’t help myself.” 

Both hands gently squeezed his ass. And you pressed an apologetic kiss between his bare shoulder blades.

“You’ve got the whole bakery right here, bubba.” Gentle pats. Still no movement of his neck. “All these buns.”

Finally, he turned around.

He was trying very hard not to smile. Trying not to encourage you. But goddamn, did you look pleased with yourself. Strong arms wrapped around your middle, pressing you to his chest.

“You are-” Kiss. “Such a flirt.” Kiss. “And absolutely shameless.”

You kissed him back and lazily threw your arms over his shoulders.

Behind you, his arm raised itself and smacked your ass as hard as he possibly could. You folded into him with a yelp.

“GOD FUCKIN–!”

Simon Riley

The moment your hand left his cheek, he had turned on you and grabbed you under the armpits.

“Uh oh” was all you had the chance to say before he dragged you off to the nearest wall. He was smiling, but it was the smile that meant you were still in trouble. You chuckled nervously as he settled you against the wall, caging you in and leaning in close.

“You are a cheeky one,” he purred.

“Yessir.”

“Any particular reason we’re playful this morning?”

You wriggled your arms out of his grip, and settled your hands over his ass again. He let you, one of his fingers tapping your nose.

“Well, if you must know, Simon,” you said, adopting a matter-of-fact tone. “It is because your ass is just so delicious looking.”

He snorted at your blunt words and hid his eyes with his hand.

“Bloody hell.”

“I mean, just look at it, lover.” You firmly gripped his ass, squeezing ever so slightly. “All this cake.”

He sighed, but he was still laughing. You’re adorable. He loves you.

Kyle Garrick

You didn’t smack too, too hard. A peace offering for walking around in his boxers and nothing else. Your favorite outfit on him.

But he still jumped and gave you a dirty look.

“It is 8 in the morning, you shit.”

You turned him back around and massaged his ass, humming a cheerful tune. “I’m just gonna knead this yummy dough, don’t mind me.”

“You a cat? Making biscuits?”

You giggled and kissed the back of his neck.

“Oh, have you got some biscuits on you, loverboy.”

He couldn’t help but laugh into his cup, turning himself around and pulling you into his embrace. Soft, coffee-flavored kisses. Then his arms snaking lower, and his own hands settling on your ass.

“I think that’s one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”

“Sweeter than ‘I love you’?”

He squeezed your ass and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

“Mm,” he sighed into your mouth. “Tied for first.”

You pulled back and narrowed your eyes.

“What? Oh, right. I love you, too, baby.”

Johnny MacTavish

Of all the boys, he has no right to complain. A chronic ass-slapper. Repeat offender groper. Can’t sleep without one hand one you, be it your arm, your stomach, or your leg.

He was singing some song to himself, dancing a little. Background noise that kept him from hearing you until it was too late.

“Steaming bloody-”

You hit him too hard. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. You ducked out of his grasp and started pleading for forgiveness.

“Baby, I’m sorry, that was harder than I meant. I’m sorry. I’m sor- shit.”

A mad scramble around the kitchen island. Never had you run away from your bare-chested Scotsman so quickly.

“Get your arse back here!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Fuck you mean-” He vaulted over the island and you screamed. Like a bird of prey, he grabbed you and dragged you to the couch, falling on top of you with all his weight.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you wheezed.

He smothered your face and neck in kisses, and accepted your apology. He would get you back later. With less force but greater number of ass slaps. You were sure of it.

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Posted: 2023 Dec 12

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O stays home alone because skeleton has to go get groceries. It's still early in their relationship so they didn't met skeleton's brother yet. When Skeleton comes home, their brother is tied on a chair and it's pretty visible S/O knocked them out with a pan, that they're still holding menacingly in case their brother wakes up lol. Their brother came to visit but didn't bother to knock at the door, which resulted in this situation.

Undertale Sans - His soul misses a beat when he sees his baby brother completely unconscious, but turns out he's fine. Sans doesn't find this very funny at first, but once he has the whole story, he can't stop smirking. This is ridiculous. Poor Papyrus never saw what hit him luckily and he's just so confused when he wakes up taped to a chair. Sans can't never stop teasing him after this. More scared than hurt. Luckily Papyrus has thick skull.

Undertale Papyrus - OMG?! What did you do? He runs to his brother and starts to shake him like a coconut to wake him up lol. Poor Sans is not sure what's going on when he wakes up with the headache of his life to Papyrus shaking him in every direction. Actually, he's pretty sure he's going to be sick.

Underswap Sans - He looks at you in complete disbelief. See, he can understand you knocking him out for no reason, but Honey??? The poor guy doesn't even have any survival instinct. Why did you knock him out? You know that if you stare at him long enough he will just leave right? Added to that, that probably won't help him warm up to you lol.

Underswap Papyrus - He can't say he's surprised. Blue often makes that impression on people. Usually, either you love him at first sight or you want to bonk his head. He guesses you're on the bonk-a-Blue team then. He's not mad, you just had the common Blue experience honestly.

Underfell Sans - Oh shit. He's both very impressed and very horrified. Did Edge see your face? Because if he saw your face, he doesn't know how to tell you that you're going to pay that very much as soon as he wakes up lol. But at the same time... The temptation to draw mustaches on his face while he's out... Well, you know what? He draws the mustache, you start the car, and then you both escape the town before he wakes up and realizes!

Underfell Papyrus - Edge smirks seeing his brother in such a ridiculous situation. He can't say he's surprised actually. But that's a sight he didn't expect to see today for sure. He's very entertained right now. So entertained that he's actually going to do nothing about it. No, he just sits, pretends he doesn't know Red, and waits for what's next lol.

Horrortale Sans - He comes home to see poor Willow cornered, desperately trying to calm you down and talk to you, as you're bouncing to try and hit him behind the head with your pan. Uh. What? Oak is so confused about what's going on. Because he feels like he has to protect his S/O but also he needs to protect his brother and somehow his brain can't figure out how to do both at the same time? So he's just standing there, growling at nothing. He's not even looking at the both of you. He's staring at the wall. And growling?

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow gives you the disapproving stare, then snatches the pan from your hand, then starts to lecture you about asking who they are to strangers first and then hitting them with the pan after. Use your brain and do things in a logical order, god dammit. Thank Asgore Oak forgot who you are the second he woke up, so confused about what just happened.

Swapfell Sans - Oh well. He's not going to defend his brother on this one. Nox kinda figured he played with the limits too much and found out, which is definitely good for his gigantic ego sometimes. He simply sits in the couch with a cup of coffee and watches as you start to interview Rus, who is begging Nox to do something. Nox has no idea who that man is in the chair, obviously. Keep going, please.

Swapfell Papyrus - He struggles to keep his composure as he takes photos """to show the cops""" and definitely not to keep as a forever memory on his phone. Nox is awake now, staring into his brother's soul with so much anger Rus is pretty sure he would be atomized if he wasn't tied up like that. You're not sure what's going on between these two but you have a feeling Rus is not telling you everything about the intruder. Nox will have full resentment against you for years after this though lmao. He already decided he doesn't like you.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Uh oh. Wine is not pleased with what you did to his now completely traumatized little brother. Poor Coffee is screaming his brother's name, desperate, trying to escape the chair he's prisoner on. You're confused, but since Wine starts to act like a scary freak, you let the other skeleton go. Coffee won't say a word to you for a good three months after that accident, and he won't stay alone in the same room as you for an entire year lol. Wine will forgive pretty quickly though.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Are you crazy? What is wrong with you? Wine is going to kill you! Coffee is panicking because sure, it's impressive you managed to knock Wine out, but you don't know who he is and what he can do. To protect you, he decides to lock you up in his wardrobe until he can talk to his brother and convince him you didn't just try to murder him, which is going to take a few hours lol. Wine is icy with you after that, and it's pretty clear he's taunting you to have his revenge. He patiently waits. For Coffee to not be in the room anymore. You're terrified.

[magicalqueennightmare]

Jealousy

After falling into bed, neither you or Billy are sure where you stand

Miserable. There was no other word for it. What made it worse was that you couldn't talk to the one person you always turned to because he was the reason for the misery.

You were laid across Karen's couch, watching her pace the floor as she talked to someone from the bulletin. They were stressing about the evening edition and Ellison was out for a couples days due to his daughter's wedding. You were glad she had seniority meaning you could just watch her bitch at the interns and not have to intervene.

You turned until your feet was over the back of the couch and your hair was touching the floor. If nothing else you managed to pull a smile to her face when she saw your current position. She made a few more loops before hanging up. She cocked her head to the side staring at you "Honey? Something wrong?"

You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to tell her that the previous week you'd spent Friday night and most of Saturday in Billy's bed? The first night could've been blamed on the alcohol but when the two of you woke up the next morning you weren't sure what the excuse could be for the other two rounds you went for in the bed or the one in the shower or the one on his couch.

She studied you for a moment "Bullshit. Spill" she crossed her arms and you grinned slightly "uh oh. I've instigated Miss Page" she shook her head and motioned with her fingers for you to turn the correct way on the couch. You turned slowly, steadying yourself before patting the cushion next to you "I want to tell you but you and Frank have one of them annoyingly close and trusted relationships where you don't hide anything from each other"

She sat down and you saw the tiny crease between her eyes which meant she was trying to figure out the meaning behind your words "Did something happen while we were gone last weekend?:" you groaned before burying your face in your hands. Maybe if you weren't looking at her it wouldn't be as bad? "I slept with Billy" you mumbled.

After silence overtook you both you weren't sure she'd heard you. The moment you pulled your hands down you knew she had because she was staring at you open mouthed "What?" You let out a long sigh "I had sex with Billy, a few times actually over the course of Friday night leading into Saturday afternoon"

She looked nearly comical the way she opened and shut her mouth a few times before finally asking "Well was it good?" "Karen!" You scolded and she cracked up laughing "What am I supposed to say here? I mean are you two like together now?"

You shrugged "I don't know. I mean we've talked since then but not about what happened.Billy has always been flirty with me and he's big on physical touch so I have no fucking clue where I stand because I mean he's Billy. He's my friend and means a lot to me but I know he's not the settle down one woman type. I don't want to bring up the elephant in the room just to get shut out you know?" She nodded slowly, a sigh escaping her. "Christ I'm glad Frank had to work late. My poker face is shit if I don't have forewarning"

You laughed lightly "Also explains why I've been avoiding direct conversation with Frank. He can see right through my bullshit" she nodded again "True. I mean, we're all going out tomorrow night for Foggy and Marci's anniversary. You'll have moral support. I think Curt has a date but everyone else will be there even Claire and Jess are coming. Test the waters maybe?"

You slouched down further on the couch, nearly hitting the floor "What if I just hide under your bed and refuse to come out?" She laughed "Well I mean you could but do you really want to be under and listen when.." "No!" You cut her off mid sentence sliding on down to the floor "Fine. I'll go but I'm sticking close to you and Frank so no funny business until I head home got it?" She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing at your distress "Yes ma'am"

Frank walked into the bar with one arm around Karen who was holding your hand. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this. It was Billy. You'd known each other for so long, a part of you wasn't surprised that you fell into bed. The attraction had long since been there you just never meant to actually give in to it.

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A part of you wanted to just hide behind Frank all night but he'd know something was up if you didn't socialize at least a bit. As much as you didn't want to face an awkward conversation with Billy, one with Frank seemed even worse somehow.

The moment you walked into the door the music hit your ears. It was a song you loved, that calmed your nerves slightly. Frank stopped before turning to you and Karen "You two want your usuals?" You nodded so he kissed Karen's cheek before heading to the bar. Karen pulled you closer to her, wrapping an arm around your shoulders "Breathe. It'll be fun. All our friends are here. It's gonna be a good evening"

You looked around and spotted Foggy dancing with Marci. They both waved when they saw the two of you. You heard your name being called and saw Jessica and Trish heading their way towards you and Karen. You smiled seeing the two of them, Jessica was a little rough around the edges but you'd known her for some time. "Hey Jess! Hey Trish!" You greeted.

"Good to see you Y/N, you too Karen" Trish greeted as Jessica pulled you into a one armed hug. She glanced around once she released you "Where's Castle? I know him and Russo are around here somewhere" Frank walked back up about that time "Dunno where Bill is but how ya been Jess?" The two of then started talking so Trish grabbed your arm "Care for a dance?" You laughed cutting your eyes at Karen "I'll be back and don't worry you're still my favorite blonde"

Karen's laughter trickled to your ears as Trish pulled you onto the dance floor.

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After about half an hour you figured Billy just wasn't coming. He'd yet to show up so you had relaxed into the evening, even venturing away from Karen and Frank a few times. You were waiting at the bar for another drink when you had that hope squashed. You felt someone step up next to you, a hand brushing against your lower back and spun to tell whoever it was to give you some breathing room. Instead of some random drunk though Billy was leaning on the bar with a grin spread across his face "Easy there Y/N"

You let out a breath because even though you hadn't looked forward to facing him the thought of some overly enthusiastic drunk asshole made your head hurt. "Hey Billy" you greeted with a small smile. He looked good as always, black jeans and a dark green sweater. His eyes bore into you slightly and you had to resist the urge to fidget in your seat from the weight of his stare.

When the bartender came over with your drink Billy reached over your head before you could pay to hand him a twenty. "Rest of her drinks go on my tab" you raised an eyebrow at the bartender "No they don't. Keep that twenty as a tip" then passed over the amount for the drink in your hand.

The bartender looked a mixture of amused and not wanting to get into whatever you and Billy had going on. He passed Billy a beer then walked off. "So I can't pay for your drinks?" "I've never asked for you to pay my way Billy. I have a decent job, might not be a ceo who wears custom made suits on the daily but I get by well enough" he chuckled lightly "You have always been so damn independent. It doesn't hurt to let someone help ya"

You shook your head, staring up at him as you said "If someone is harassing me hell yeah I'll ring for help, my car break down and it's more than I have at hand I will call but Billy I can buy my own drinks" he smiled broadly "Ok darling. At least you've agreed to let me help with anything big"

You pushed away from the bar and felt him follow you. Billy's presence was something you couldn't very well ignore even if you wanted to.

When you got closer to the table you'd been sitting at with Karen and Frank she cut her eyes up and you knew the moment she spotted Billy behind you because they got wider. You slid onto the chair next to her so Billy took up residence in the chair on your right. "Damn Bill. Didn't think you were gonna make it"

You turned towards Karen begging for conversation when Billy said "That meeting with Samantha Milton ran longer than I thought" Frank made a noise which was a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. You knew what that meant. Samantha was gorgeous and eyeing Billy, probably vice versa as well. "Yeah I bet it did"

You felt your entire body stiffen when Billy's leg bumped against yours and prayed he didn't notice. He reached his left hand out to rest on your knee but you moved away quickly, nearly knocking into Karen.

"Y/N you good?" Frank asked and you smiled "Yeah. I um I gotta use the bathroom. Karen wanna come with me?" She smiled at Frank "We'll be right back" she grabbed your arm and the two of you slipped away into the crowd. God you were an idiot. Why did you think it would change anything? Yeah the sex was amazing but it was just sex, that much was now blazingly apparent.

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"So what's the play?" Karen asked after clearing the bathroom to ensure it was in fact just the two of you. You stared at her blankly "What play Kare?"

She motioned towards the door "Billy and the Milton chic?" You smiled despite everything. Karen was a one in a million friend, willing to go to bat even when you weren't. You shook your head "There's no play Kare. Me and him had a drunk night that washed over into the next day. I shouldn't let it effect years of friendship and I'm not going to so please just act like you know nothing? For my sake, for Frank's sake"

She rolled her eyes but nodded "Fine but I'm accidently kicking him at least once tonight" you laughed and grabbed her hand to head back out "I'd expect nothing less"

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By the time the two of you made it back to the table Frank was talking on the phone while Billy was peeling the label off his beer looking borderline annoyed. "Something wrong?" You asked once you were sat back down next to him.

He cut his eyes at you "Could ask you the same" "I'm good" you replied and held his gaze. He nodded slowly "Good" Frank hung up then looked at Karen "How long you wanna stay out?" She shrugged "It's Friday night. None of us have to work tomorrow" he grinned "Good. Remember Rumlow?"

Your eyes shot up at the name. Brock Rumlow. He was a couple years older than Frank and former army rangers. He'd gone into working for shield and last you heard worked close with Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. He was pretty chill and not bad to look at either. "Brock’s in town?" You asked and he nodded "Should be here in a few minutes" "Awesome. Glad I decided to come out tonight then"

You missed the look that passed between Billy and Frank and the way that Billy's jaw clenched at your words. So you had been on the fence about coming out, even though it was originally for Marci and Foggy. Now you were excited to see Rumlow of all people?

He was sitting right next to you, within arm's reach. If you wanted anything all you had to do was ask. He thought after the hours you'd spent together the previous weekend that it was a step towards him and you being more than friends. He'd done everything in his power to show you how good he could make you feel, how much he wanted you. He could still feel your nails biting into his back, hear the way you moaned his name. What the hell had he done wrong?

Maybe you'd gotten the wrong idea, thought it was just sex. Maybe you didn't want him the way he wanted you? Shit though, every day he had women and some days men throwing themselves at him. He was a good lucking guy, damn good job and thought he treated you well. He was also your friend, he knew you in every way. Why the fuck were you excited to see Rumlow?

You spotted Brock the moment he walked in. He was about Frank's build, black hair he always wore short but not cropped. The thing that always got you was the fact that much like Frank and Billy, Brock had this aura about him that any creep within fifty feet would immediately back off their mark. You could sense the fact that all three men were dangerous, had done unspeakable things and would do so again to protect someone they deemed worth of it.

Frank let out a loud whistle and Brock grinned when he spotted all of you. "Castle! How the hell are ya?" The two of them greeted each other with that one armed hug men do. "Can't complain man" Frank replied with a laugh as Brock drug another chair over to the table, sitting between you and Karen. "How's it going Russo?" He asked Billy who gave a sharp nod "Like Frankie said man, can't complain"

Brock nodded then looked between you and Karen "You two are gorgeous as always" you and her both smiled. "Nice to see you too Brock" she replied and you added "Yeah its been a while. I wanna hear about Darcy and Jane!"

The two of you went into a conversation, dragging Karen in as well. Out the corner of your eye you saw Frank cut his eyes at Billy "Let's grab another round" "Yeah I don't know how much longer I'm staying out" Billy replied but stood to follow Frank nonetheless.

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Brock watched them walk away then looked back towards you "Something up with Russo? Last time I saw him like that my unit was passing his and Frank's overseas" you shrugged one shoulder as Karen leaned up to look around Brock at you "Couldn't even imagine what's wrong with Billy"

Brock looked from Karen to you "Did I miss something?" You shook your head "Don't worry about it Brock, now tell me more about Darcy"

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Billy followed Frank back to the table carrying his drink and yours. He could feel his jaw clench harder when he heard your laughter then got closer to see your head laid over on Brock’s arm as you both laughed.

"What's so funny?" He asked sitting down next to you. You glanced towards him and shrugged "Brock was telling us something about one of the women he works with" Brock was watching you while you talked to Billy and christ a part of him wanted to ask just what the hell Brock was looking at.

What was wrong with him? Rumlow was a decent enough guy. He'd known him for years, why the hell was he getting under his skin so much tonight?

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The answer hit him like a brick when a song started playing that he knew you and Karen both loved. Karen's eyes lit up "Frank wanna dance?" The two of them headed for the dance floor.

You sat there for a moment, clearly considering your next option before turning to Brock "I only see you like every six months or so, wanna push me round the dance floor one time?" He nodded "Would be my pleasure doll"

He watched the two of you head to the dance floor and silently fumed. The idea of Brock’s hands on your body was infuriating. Images of you under him flashed through his head, the way your skin tasted on his lips. Christ the way you'd felt.

When the images changed to you under Brock, clinging to him, moaning his name Billy damn near broke the glass in his hand. His eyes flew up to the dance floor and when he spotted you with your body that close to Brock’s he was on his feet without another thought. Fuck this, fuck things left unsaid. If he was going to lose any chance with you tonight, it wouldn't be because he went down without a fight.

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"You gonna tell me what's really going on with you and Bill?" Brock asked after a moment. You shrugged looking up at him "I can't tell you"

"Why not?" He asked with a smirk, leaning down a little closer to the point that if anyone just glanced it probably looked like a kiss had been shared. "Promise not to tell" he whispered. You laughed before burying your face into the crook of his neck "We slept together"

"What's that?" He asked so you leaned back to look up at him "We've been dancing around each other then Frank and Karen were gone and we were alone" he laughed and you weren't sure if it was how you worded things or the look you were sure you had on your face "So that's why he's plotted my murder four times?"

You shook your head "It's not like that Brock" he looked over your head and chuckled "Sure about that?" You were about to ask what he'd meant when you heard Billy's voice "Anyway I can cut in? I wanna talk to Y/N"

Your eyes widened when Brock’s reply was "Up to her man. She asked me to dance" you could practically feel Billy bristle up. Any time he got angry enough to fight he was like a tightly coiled spring, like a damn animal ready to pounce. You winked at Brock "Yeah, fine by me" he nodded then leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek before saying "In that case I'm gonna go find Nelson and his girl"

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You turned back to Billy and christ his eyes were pitch black. Oh he was angry. "You wanted to dance?" You asked innocently. He reached one hand out to pull you flush against his body "Can we walk outside and talk instead, Doll" the edge he put to the word doll was sharp enough you could feel a shiver run up your spine.

You looked around to see that Frank was looking over at the two of you. "Frank's watching Billy" his eyes never left yours when he said "I don't care" you pushed back from him "I do. You're not gonna ignore me for the most part then act possessive"

A groan left him "Y/N, sweetheart I have never been rough with you but this is one time if you won't stop being a stubborn ass I very well may throw you over my damn shoulder and walk out this bar, Frank be damned" you raised an eyebrow at the threat. Part of you wanted to call his bluff, the other was afraid if Frank got the wrong idea. "Fine. I'll go outside and talk to you"

His hand went to your lower back "C'mon then" you snatched away from him "I'm grabbing my jacket and telling Frank and Karen some excuse" He cut his eyes at you but nodded.

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Frank was watching you hard when you walked back over "Everything good?" You nodded, forcing a smile "This place is kinda packed. I need some fresh air so Billy offered to walk me outside"

Frank nodded, looking at Billy before saying "You got her?" Billy nodded "Yeah man. Always" you smiled when Billy offered you his arm in front of Frank so you took it, holding onto it until you were outside.

You snatched away from Billy the moment you were outside "Talk" he scoffed when you walked a few feet away from him. "What are you doing with Rumlow?" He knew you better than he knew himself which meant he knew exactly what button to push to make you just pissed enough that truth would come slipping out your lips.

"The hell you mean?" You asked and he smirked "Oh Brock’s coming. Oh dance with me Brock. You sound like a damn high-school kid at your first dance" you crossed your arms, glaring at him "Fuck you Billy"

He laughed at that, quickly covering the space between you. He left just enough room to not be completely crowding your space "Fuck me huh? Didn't you already do that?"

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How dare he be so damn cocky? How dare he know you well enough to know what would get under your skin? "Damn you" you shoved his chest when you spoke "You have side stepped for a week! You wouldn't fucking talk about it! You acted like it didn't happen! If it was just sex you could've told me Billy"

His smirk just got deeper with every word you spoke and every time you shoved against him "Are you done?:" he asked when you stopped talking. You glared up at him. He was do damn close and fuck he smelled good.

One of his hands came up to catch your face and fuck it all you nearly lost all composure then and there at the memories of his hands on your body. "Wanna know what I think?" He asked holding your face in place. "What?" He smiled before surging forward, catching your lips with his own.

His other hand went to your hip and pulled you against his body. You almost whimpered against his lips when he walked you backwards until your back brushed the wall of the bar. He pulled back just enough that you both got a breath of air before attacking your lips again.

You got your senses enough to push his chest. One movement was all it took for him to pause in his actions "What is this Billy? Between us?" He raised an eyebrow trying to catch your lips again and when you wouldn't let him he dropped his forehead to your neck "Tell me you haven't thought about us. Tell me you don't want us" one of his hands moved from your hip, down your thigh to slide under the skirt you were wearing. Your breath caught in your throat at the feelings of his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"What about Samantha Milton?" You managed to breathe out, feeling his smile against your skin. The hand on your thigh slid up further and when his fingers grazed over your clothed center it took every ounce of will power you'd ever had to not crumple then and there. He caught your lips in a bruising kiss before a smirk slipped onto his face "You're jealous"

He let his hand return to your hip, giving you a chance to think more clearly "and you're not jealous over Brock?" You saw his jaw clench and couldn't fight the urge to make him admit it "Maybe I should go back in there to him" his grip tightened on your hips "I wonder what his tongue would feel like, how his hands on my body would feel"

He leaned down to be face to face "I don't fuckin want Milton. I want you and I know for a fact Brock ain't takin you from me without one of us getting our ass beat tonight. So either tell me here and now you don't want me and I'll go knock that smirk off his face or tell you want me and I'll take you home with me and see just how many times I can get you to scream my name. Hell ill fuck you here and now so the whole of New York City knows you're my girl"

You swallowed hard at his words whether from the fact that he'd called you his girl or that you were trying to ignore the wave of heat they pushed through you. Your decision was made before you ever spoke "Take me home"

[definesanity]

Mummers of Carelessness

Bkornblume hears a lot in the Suitcase.

When she first was brought there, she had quickly assessed those there, and came to a simple conclusion: Everyone has, at the very least, one mental health issue.

That girl from West Germany, Balloon Party, is excused for... ah, obvious reasons.

Bkornblume doesn't mean to listen in, but she has more than a few habits she has picked up over the course of her work. Listening to even the smallest noise is one of them.

Such as now; sitting down and reading a book that Miss 37 had lent her (whom she could also hear mumble to herself on different questions), and hearing as Lady Charlie Shakespeare paced back and forth.

"...Calm thyself, Charlie!" she heard Charlie whisper-shout to herself. "Art thou a do'er, or ist thee no less than a waiter?!"

She heard as she sighed, unknown to the one hearing her soliloquy. "Blast, these nerves of fragile glass o' mine! Hast I had mine way, I would have not the requirement to perform 'pon the stage, much less an audience! But, alas, Mistress Fate is cruel, indeed...

"But, I shall not take no quarter upon mineself for cowardice!" she rallied herself, taking confident strides. "Indeed, I very well shall strike it down, and toss it into the vast, deep sea! This act shall be my only act for the night, and I shall give it mine all!"

With that, Bkornblume tuned her voice out. Charlie was an interesting individual, and not only just because of her dual personas. She is an excellent conversation partner, and one who gives good advice.

The next person Bkornblume listened to was of one Lady Ada Tennant and one Judge Dikke. An interesting duo, to... say the least of what she truly thought of them.

"...You wound me, my fair lady." she heard Tennant say, in a tone of hurt.

"Thou art a tempter. I shan't be swayed by words made from a false hunigsmæc."

"'False hunigsmæc'? Quite the opposite, Judge Dikke." she heard Tennant smoothly reply. "My words are filled not with honey, but with only the finest of chocolates, meant to be savored throughout the conversation."

"Thou'rt indomitable in one's approach." she heard Dikke sigh. "...One shall admit that thee art a cunning sort."

"Naturally, my lady. Only for you."

Bkornblume tuned out, once more, and adjusted her scarf to cover her mouth. She was sitting on a bench in The Wilderness. Calm, and peaceful.

Which was broken by a yawn, and someone sitting next to her.

It was Miss An-An Lee, the ghost hunter. And she looked tired beyond belief.

She yawned again, and then noticed that Bkornblume was there. "Mm? Oh, hi... Bkornblume, right?"

"Mm." Bkornblume hummed. "And that makes you... An-An Lee, yes?"

"That's my name, yep yep!" she was quite the chirpy girl. "...So, uh. What'cha doing?"

"Listening. A habit I developed from my... line of work." Bkornblume adjusted her scarf to hide how warm her cheeks got. It always happens when she admits to listening, even if it's accidental...

Regardless, An-An Lee still gave a smile. "Well, I shouldn't be sayin' this, because I know I won't take my own advice, but... keep doing what you do best, 'kay? Just don't burn yourself out, heh."

An-An Lee got up and walked off, waving.

Bkornblume sat there.

Hm. Maybe she should take a break, actually...

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Steve Rogers x Reader (matchmaker) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

you were the healer for the Avengers. you healed them after their heroic fights, tough missions, and the occasional training session gone south. Other than that you mostly stayed around the tower, going down to help Tony with some of his inventions or Bruce with an occasional experiment or two. you loved the Avengers like a family but there was a certain captain you loved a bit more than that. you walked into the training room with Clint to see Steve and Nat training on the mat, you stood there admiring Steve. he was wearing a small grey tank top that showed his muscles and made him look like a model or some type of bodybuilder in your eyes, the seriousness on his face, as he focused on dodging Natasha's attacks, made him look adorable. so lost in your thoughts about him you hardly heard what Clint was talking about. "are you listening y/n?" Clint asks nudging your shoulder "Oh um ya sure you were saying something about your arrows" you say acting as if you had been listening. "uh huh, i was actually talking about how my kid got an A+ in science but that's close" he says with a laugh "sorry i got a little distracted" you say rubbing the back of your neck "i can see that, you know he's single right?" clint says with a smirk "whos single? i don't know who you mean because i certainly don't like anyone in this room. i mean i like everyone in this room just no one like that" you say a little louder then you'd hoped to, getting the attention of both steve and natasha. "so y/n has a crush?" nat teases blocking a punch from steve. "ok maybe i have one on someone, but you two only figured it out because you're trained to know how to get secrets out of people" you say trying to cover your failed crush hiding skills. "honey we don't need to be spy's to see that blush on your face" nat smirks "and to see you staring at steve" clint finishes causing steve to turn and look at you in slight confusion. while he was distracted looking at you he missed the chance to block one of natasha's kick's and it knocks him over a bit "ow why did you do that" he yelps holding the spot on his face where she had kicked "uh oh looks like he needs some healing of that'll cause a nasty bruise" natasha hints, smirking to clint who pushes you forward "you better go heal him, we'll leave you alone so there's no distractions" he says, both him and nat leaving the room snickering "steve are you alright?" you ask sitting next to him "ya its fine, she got me good though" he laughs before asking "so were you staring at me earlier? like clint said?" you look at him with a slight blush "yes, but not in a weird way, in an admiring you way" you say embarrassed "its ok, sometimes i actually admire you in an admiring way to" he says, trying to match your words. "maybe we could admire each other, together this Saturday at the coffee shop down the street?" you ask hopeful "that sounds great." he agrees, causing the butterflys in your stomach to flutter. "oh right i have to heal you" you say almost forgetting about the reason you two had started talking. you lifted your hand over his bruise and with a soft glow it healed "Thanks, ill never get over how amazing that is. How amazing you are" he says causing you to blush harder if that had even been possible "So um, i should probably go, i have to help tony with something." you say getting up "of course, but don't forget, Saturday" he reminds with a smile. you leave with a nod and a smile on your face. Steve sits there with a matching one on his face "so when is the wedding?" Natasha says suddenly appearing causing Steve to jump a little and glare before they return back to their together.

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[ratsoh-writes]

Uh UHHHH

Main ten.

S/o is coming home with skelekid from the kindergarten and s/o looks pissed. When skeleton asks them what's wrong they just say. "Some.. kid bite our kid! Out of nowhere, just because!" And indeed, skelekid has a bite on their arm.

Sans: well that sucks. His kid seems fine so he’s not gonna go nuclear or anything, but he will talk with the teacher to make sure the biter got some sort of correction. And sans starts checking in each day with his kid to see if the other kid is leaving them alone. At least until he’s certain it’s over.

Papyrus: oh my! Not only did his kid get bit, but the teacher also told him about how his kid did it to defend another kid from a bully. They’re getting McDonald’s tonight! And he lets himself be reassured from the teacher that the bully was dealt with

Star: he tells his kid right in front of the teacher that the next time someone bites them, he wants them to sock the other kid as hard as they can in the nose. If they don’t have a nose, go for the mouth.

Honey: oh dear! His poor baby!! He fusses over his kids bite mark while the teacher does their best to placate him and explain what happened. Honey is quite on top of getting daily reports of how his kid is being treated now, and if the bully is leaving them alone

Red: oh this was a mutual biting. His kid may have a bite mark, but you should see the other kids arm. Red simply just asks who bit first. When it wasn’t his kid, he tells them good job lol

Edge: and what is this school gonna do about the biting bully?? Is this a respect offender? Did they move them out of the room!?! If this continues the school will be sure to hear from his lawyers!! Edge leaves the poor teachers quaking in their boots

Mal: he’s quite calm when everything is explained to him, and he thinks the teacher for informing him of everything. When he gets home though, he gives his kid blanket permission to bite the biter back if they ever even so much as tease them. They won’t get in trouble when they get home so long as they cause nothing permanent

Cash: when he and his kid get home, they scheme a bunch of petty pranks to get back at the biter together. The poor bully is gonna smell like rotten eggs for days after this

Oak: he writes it all down as the teacher talks, mostly so he can remember all the details to tell his SO when he gets home. He does comfort his kid with ice cream on the way

Willow: the reason his kid was bit… the other kid called their dad scary looking, and his kid said their face looked like if Freddy fazbear, a pickle and a pile of dirt had a baby. …… his kid may be getting too creative with their insults after he implemented the “no cursing” rule. They did inherit his sass, so willow should’ve seen this coming

[one-vivid-judgment]

Hello! Maybe it's a little too late for such request but anyway! For Higashi, Tsukumo, Kuwana, Kenmochi and Tesso - receiving honmei choco from their s/o on Valentine's Day 💝 Thank you!

You guys ever get in a mood and go "Mhmm, Judgment men"? Cause like, big same.

Toru Higashi

See, he knew what day it was. He should’ve seen it coming, but somehow, he didn’t. Call him stupid, but when you hand him the little wrapped box, he just freezes in place. Higashi.exe stopped working.

If his employees are around to see, he’ll try to play it cool and just say ‘thanks’. But really, you can see how much of a blushy mess he is. He doesn’t even like sweets that much, but the simple fact that you went out of your way to make chocolate for him get him all gushy. He’ll eat everything and not leave a single crumb. Expect him to return the favor tenfold when White Day comes around.

Makoto Tsukumo

He can get too caught up in his detective work sometimes, but that doesn’t mean he’ll lose track of what date it is! He’s got it circled in the calendar because he knows it’s important for you, and he knows you are planning something for him.

Unlike Higashi, he loves sweets. He’ll eat it all in front of you and make the most pleased little noises. Compliments just fly your way, even if the chocolate didn’t look that good in your own eyes. Tsukumo’s got you, he is your biggest hype man. He is not the greatest in the kitchen, but he will try to make something for you in return on White Day—it probably won’t come out looking great, but it’s the intention that counts! (And if that plan doesn’t work, he can always buy you something he knows you’ll like online.)

Jin Kuwana

Knows what date it is and knows what’s supposed to happen. It doesn’t catch him off guard when you hand him the little box of homemade chocolates. Even so, the smile on his face is genuine; it’s not like he’s ever spent Valentine’s Day with anyone or gotten chocolates before.

If the taste is not the greatest, he will let you know. He’s not mean about it, far from it! It comes from a place of genuinely wanting you to improve—then he’ll laugh, because he is the worst cook ever and there he is, talking out of his ass and giving ‘advice’. Main reason why your White Day gift won’t be anything homemade. It probably won’t be any expensive jewelry either, the guy is barely scrapping by as it is. So, uh... marshmallows, honey?

Shusuke Kenmochi

Let’s be honest, he probably forgot it was Valentine’s Day. He doesn’t drink as much since you convinced him to go to therapy, but that didn’t fix his poor memory for dates. Please, forgive him.

Eats it up no matter how good or bad it looks. If it tastes like shit, he doesn’t mention it. You did it for him and that’s all that matters to him. He’s eaten way worse anyway. He’ll probably go all out on White Day (he would have anyway, but even tiny gifts like this make him so happy, you don’t even know) and get you the fanciest jewelry he can find. Not into jewelry? Then he’s getting you the fanciest chocolates he can find. It’ll be the fanciest anyway because it’s for you.

Tesso

Oh boy, he was anticipating Valentine’s Day even more than you were. He already has the biggest, goofiest grin on his face when you approach him. He’s just so excited! You can tell he wants to start jumping the moment he grabs the box.

Before he eats the chocolates, he starts bragging about it. Hell, even when he’s already eaten it, he won’t stop talking to his boys about how ‘my baby made me the best damn chocolate ever’. Just don’t let Zhao catch wind of it—he’ll ask Tesso if your chocolate is better than the one he makes, and poor Tesso won’t be able to answer. And speaking of Zhao, you bet he is gonna give Tesso some baking lessons so he can make you something cool for White Day. Literally the best wingman.

[queers-gambit]

Here's an idea that I thought was interesting. Can I get something for billy getting together with his s/o right before his "date" with mrs.wheeler. and while she's relieved that he didn't show up to the date she's also a really salty that Billy's giving someone else attention and not her

hot, hot, hot. your mind? incredible. i'm also trying to thin out requests!! look at me go!!

Mommy Issues

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 3.1k+

note: i think i burnt out towards the end of this, so, my apologies. plus i wrote this and only gave it a once over so forgive any typos or mistakes.

warnings: cursing, small angst, small comfort, Billy's a dumb boy doing dumb boy shit, reader has emotions, insinuation to unhealthy relationships (both romantic and familial).

"Where's Billy tonight, honey?" You mother asked, setting your dinner plate in front of you; your body turned to the side to feed your baby twin brothers from their plate of potatoes and peas with applesauce.

"Oh, uh, thank you," you nodded at her, glancing at the full plate your stomach was growling in approval of. "And honestly? I don't know, we got in this fight this morning, he started to act out, and I haven't talked to him since."

She sighed pointedly, "What was the fight about this time?"

You shrugged, feeding a bit of mashed potatoes in the mouth of your baby brother. "Nothing specific," You sighed, not wanting to entertain the conversation any longer. You knew your parents just searched for ways to beat Billy down, belittle your relationship, and you weren't going to be the reason they add fuel to that fire.

"Mhm," she eyed you while she hummed before sighing. "Well, you know you're much too young to deal with this kind of heartache, but you don't like listening to anything your father and I have to say about it. Speaking of which, I have to work the night shift again tonight, and Daddy's gonna be a little late coming home, okay?" She pet over one twins' head, then turned her sights on you, "So, you're gonna babysit until 11, when your father gets in."

You sighed, noting the way she told you instead of asking you; figuring it wasn't all bad before nodding stiffly, "Okay, Mom."

She nodded and set the dishes in the sink, moving along to finish getting ready before rushing in to kiss all of your foreheads and then dart out the door. You pushed some of the Mac 'N' Cheese around your plate, chasing the green beans with your fork, lost in your thoughts while your brothers honestly just played in their apple sauce. You didn't care enough to stop them because you were reliving your fight with Billy...

• nine hours earlier // 9:12 am •

"You're still on that?" Billy scoffed, leaning on the sign-in desk at the front office of the public Hawkins Community Pool. His hand was planted next to you, weight leaning on his hip, but his eyes were raking over you in judgement.

"Billy," you groaned, rolling your eyes. It was common for you to go to work with Billy when he was the only one on call to open the pool; meaning nobody came in till the afternoon when kids were arriving in larger numbers for the long summer day.

"What?" He snapped, standing up straight to stare at you then. It wasn't a glare, yet, but still, very intimidating. "You wanna bring it up, let's fucking talk about it."

When his arms crossed, you know it wasn't going to be a conversation and that his mind was already made up - yet, still, you tried.

"All I asked was if Mrs. Wheeler and her band of middle aged ladies were still making come-fuck-me-eyes at you?" You sighed, rolling your neck out as your legs swung deftly from the countertop.

"What does it matter?"

"Maybe I'm uncomfortable with it," you admitted with a sheepish shrug.

"Baby," Billy sighed.

"No, seriously," you argued, "it's not cool that they're flirting with you like that - knowing you have a girlfriend, and especially when that girlfriend comes to see you at work," you felt your eyes roll without your vocation. "Then it's right in front of my face, Billy, that's really not cool!"

"Okay, but I'm not doing anything with or to them, so, doesn't that count for something?"

"Not when they're always thirsting over you!"

"But I don't do shit - "

"Well, you don't tell them to stop, either!"

Billy full-on laughed at you, "You really that insecure? I thought I was dating the untouchable, un-fuck-wit'-able queen bee of Hawkins?"

Your glare solidified, "It just makes me uncomfortable, I didn't say I was insecure about it."

"You obviously are if you're worried about them!"

"Why can't you just respect this!?" You snapped. "Seriously, Billy! I put up with more than enough from you, but your current Mommy issues shouldn't be my burden to bare this heavily! So, I'm telling you, as your girlfriend, their incessant flirting is making my skin crawl."

"What do you want me to do exactly?" Billy snarled.

"Something! Anything! Maybe I want you to want to do something about it!"

"What makes you think I want to do something about it, though?"

"Why're you being so Goddamn stubborn?" You finally snapped, feeling desperate; chest ready to cave in from anxiety.

"Because you're so Goddamn sensitive!"

"Why does it make me sensitive when women twice our age are flirting with you!? For fuck's sake, sometimes even in front of me! How is that supposed to make me feel, Billy!?"

A throat cleared behind you, making Billy's eyes flash over your shoulder and steel - just like his jaw. You hopped off the counter and turned swiftly on your toes, spying Mrs. Wheeler, and Holly, standing there, both looking nervous for some reason.

You gulped and avoided both their eyes, feeling your own burn with frustrated tears. Billy huffed a bit and pushed the clipboard up to the ledge to let Karen sign in, the two hustling along quickly after that. They were only the beginning of a long line, making Billy mutter in your ear, "Keep your fucking voice down when I'm at work."

"Are you going to take me seriously?"

"Not likely, because you're upset about nothing," he rolled his eyes, moving towards the exit so he could take the lifeguard post; leaving you to man the front desk until Heather got there. How you got roped into this, you weren't sure, but luckily, the brunette girl was hustling through the door within a minute, and you were shuffling off to the locker rooms there after - fighting off tears the entire time.

• five hours earlier // 1:42 pm •

You swore he was doing it to piss you off now, as if strutting around, winking at those women, making flirty comments in passing, wasn't bad enough; but now he was full-on flirting with Mrs. Wheeler? To her face?

You watched their 'private' conversation, and how he bent with her to grab her towel when she dropped it out of shock from whatever came from his lips. You felt anger brewing to a new height and the level of disrespect was now astronomical that you wasted no time in shoulder your bag after shimmying only into your shorts, following Billy's retreating form to the office again.

"What the fuck is your issue?" You growled at Billy when you made it to the counter. The only thing between you both.

"What're you complaining about now? Fuck, you on your period or something?"

"Seriously? God, you're such an asshole trying to blame your bad behavior on my bodily function! Billy, what were you and Karen gettin' all cozy about?" You snapped, annoyed by his attitude.

"Maybe I asked her out, maybe I just like making a grown woman get all flustered, or maybe, just maybe, doll," he leaned over the counter to get in your face, lowering his tone to a sneer, "it's none of your Goddamn business. Hmm?"

"You're fucking pathetic," you sighed sadly, turning on your heel and storming away.

"Where're you goin'!?" He called after you. "Hey! I'm talkin' to you!"

You offered him the middle finger salute as you stormed through the office and out the doors - making a beeline for your car, and then slamming the door shut. You saw Billy pushing out of the doors from your rearview mirror as you pulled out of your parking spot, tears free-falling down your cheeks at a rapid pace.

"HEY!" Billy shouted at your car, but otherwise slowed his gait. You peeled out of the parking lot, and when you got home, you were instantly overwhelmed by your emotions that you let your sun-soaked-being coax you into a warm, slumbering nap.

• present // 6:43 pm •

And now? Now you were elbow deep in twin boys' dirty diapers, wondering when you became their mother, and letting your anger fester. But you didn't have time to dwell, your baby brothers needed your attention now, and you knew they wouldn't get it from your mother or father...

After cleaning up their diapers, you got them in their baths; then into fresh jammies, and down in their cribs with their blankets and stuffies all around them. You drug the rocking chair over their carpeted floor to then read them a story; rocking slowly as you read through a chapter of The Fellowship of the Ring.

Hey, they were babies, they didn't know what was happening; and they fell asleep faster if you read! Normally, it took about four to five Dr. Seuss books, but only about a chapter from an actual novel for them to knock out. When you were done, you realized it was well after 7 pm now, and you figured you'd get some work done.

After turning their baby monitor on, taking the paired monitor with you, then making your way to the kitchen again. After cleaning up the dishes and countertops, you settled the leftovers in the fridge before grabbing a pudding cup and making yourself comfortable on the couch. After flipping through a few channels, you settled on the local news broadcast, polishing off your dessert, and sighing sadly into the pillow you kept to your chest.

Sometimes around 8:15 pm, your doorbell rang, and a fist was then pounding into the wooden door - making you spring to attention and rush through the foyer. Without glancing through the window, you wrenched the door open, snarling, "You outta your mind!?"

"Hello to you, too, pretty girl," Billy smirked.

"Fuck's sake, Hargrove!"

"You still mad?"

"No - this is a new anger! I just put the boys down for the night, can you not be so much of a jackass that you wake them up!?"

Billy sighed, "All right, I uh... I deserved that."

You glared, "What're you doing here?"

"Can I come in?"

"No, 'cause I can't promise I'm not gonna yell at you," you snipped, pushing him back a step to let you shuffle into the sandals at your door; then out the door, shutting it behind you. "What?" You asked, arms crossed, showing him you were just as defensive as he was earlier.

"Baby, listen," he sighed, "I thought about it all and realized you were right. Really pissed me off with that 'Mommy issues' comment, but I realized you're right."

"About?"

"I was projecting some issues, and while I wasn't exactly doin' anything, I didn't tell those old ladies off. And..."

"And?" He sighed, rolling his neck out. But before he could, you eyed him up and down, asking, "Where were you going tonight?"

"Huh?"

"Tonight - where were you going? Before you showed up here? Why're you dressed up, and - " You stepped forward a bit and inhaled sharply, "mhm, thought I smelled it - you have your good cologne on!"

"Baby," he sighed in exasperation now. "I gotta admit something... And you're not gonna be happy about it."

"Hmm? What?"

"I made a date with Karen tonight," he sighed.

"Woah - woah - woah! You did what now?"

"Hang on," he begged, "just listen to me for a second, please. I was feeling spiteful and resentful, so, yeah, I fucked up, and I wanted to see how far she'd go... I think pushed too far."

"How far exactly did you push, Billy?"

"Got as far as to inviting her for... Private swim lessons tonight..."

"What? Where?"

"The motel... Off the highway?"

"Are you asking me or telling me? And you were gonna take her to where you and I used to meet up because my Daddy didn't like you, huh? Wow, nicely done. Why are you even telling me?”

“Because I can’t have secrets between us, and I feel really guilty.” Well, you weren’t expecting that answer; readjusting your defensive positioning. In turn, Billy shifted his weight, "Yeah, baby, look, listen to me, please, I know you must be feeling a lot right now, but I didn't show up there."

"Oh, so I should praise you right now? For doing the one thing you're not supposed to do in a relationship!?"

"No! Fuck," he sighed, looking annoyed for a moment as he ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, look - "

"No, I think you should go now."

"I'm not leavin' here till we work this out," he refused. "Doll, listen to me - "

"No, you listen. My boyfriend decided to prolong a fight, knowing I was uncomfortable, and then what? Wanted to rub in my face that he's still a hot piece of ass that can bag a woman in her 40's? Maybe even her 50's, but whatever," your eyes rolled.

"I know I fucked up - "

"Understatement," you crossed your arms tighter, cocking your head to readjust your glare on him.

"But look - I didn't show up. I came here, because this," he gestured between us, "means more to me than anything. Alright? You can choose what to believe, but the truth is, I could've easily showed up there, done things with her, never speak a word about it, but I came here because you mean more to me than anyone else. In this town, in my life, anywhere - it's you, baby. So, you take your time to figure out what you feel, but I still want you, and only you. These other women be damned. So," he sighed, your eyes refusing to meet his as tears surfaced, "I'll leave you to it, but just know, I'm so fucking sorry."

Truth was, you hardly ever heard Billy apologize for anything and knew he felt real guilt over this whole thing.

When Billy sighed and turned to head off your porch, you reached out to grab his wrist - but still couldn't meet his eyes when he turned back to look at you. "I... I don't want you to go," you admitted meekly. "Look, it felt like you were looking for reasons to give the attention that you usually pay me to anyone else who even so much as blinked at you, and I hate that, because, the truth is, I hate saying it, but I want you to only pay me attention. I've spent all day being angry and in my feelings, that now, I don't want to be alone, and I want to spend time with my boyfriend... But I'm still mad at you."

You heard Billy sigh and turn to face you directly, stepping closer to slide his hands around your waist. "Baby, you gotta know how sorry I am."

"Well, I'm sorry for my part - "

"No, don't do that," he sighed, tucking you further into his chest as you deflated slightly into the meat of his pectoral. "Don't apologize when you didn't do nothing but have feelings about whatever fuck-shit I was doing."

You sighed and let your arms slowly wrap around his waist, "You know I hate it when you do stupid shit like this."

"I know, and I'm really sorry," he sighed, tightening his hold when he felt your returned grip. "I got sensitive when you said I had Mommy issues, and you... You might be right," he sighed before kissing the top of your head. "Got defensive, got all hurt, and I think I just wanted to hurt you, too."

"That's not healthy..." You let go to gently pull from his grip, "Look, Bee, maybe this isn't healthy anymore. I-I don't know if it ever was, but right now, if you're looking for reasons and ways to hurt me, maybe that's a sign we're not loving each other the way we should."

"No, no, hey, don't say that, hey," Billy stepped back up, taking your cheeks in hand, "I love you more than anything. Okay? You hear me? I love you, baby, and I'm not goin' anywhere. But I'm gonna do better, I promise, this isn't gonna be us anymore because you deserve so much better... I'll do better."

You sighed slightly, "Bee..."

"C'mon, baby, don't do this - not right now. Look, we're both feeling emotional, and I just - I know I just broke your heart with my stupidity, but let me try to make this right. C'mon, please."

Never had you heard him say 'please' so often - knowing Billy wasn't the one to beg for anything. Except maybe pussy, but that was another matter entirely.

Before you could reply, the baby monitor started to blare with your twin brothers waking up - wailing - and making your head turn back to the house. You sighed lightly, looking back at your boyfriend, "If you take George, I can take Phillip."

"Whatever you need, doll," he promised, pausing your form to press his lips to your forehead. "I'm really sorry."

"I know you are," you assured softly, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together to lead into your house. Within 10 minutes, Billy was standing with George and Phillip in his arms; the babies both reaching their grabby hands into his long, curly locks, but they had stopped crying finally.

You smiled softly as you got new jammies together, the boys apparently soiling their old ones after the applesauce disagreed with their little tummies. And Billy, well... Billy was all too happy to bounce the boys on his hips, looking far too mundane for your comfort for just a hot second. When you were ready, he helped you get them both changed and comfy again before picking up George and rocking him while rubbing his back - mimicking what you were doing with Phillip.

And to your shock?

He took a seat on the rocking chair and eased you into his lap, listening as you read aloud another two chapters before the boys finally settled. And the moment they were asleep again, he was lifting you in his arms, standing, and easing the two of you from the room. You dropped your book in your room before you were both settled on the couch; Billy sitting upright in the corner, letting you lay on him, the TV illuminating flashes of light across you both.

Both his hands stayed on you, running along your flesh in an effort to keep you close. And during the commercials, his lips would find bits of your flesh, until slowly, you were dozing in his arms.

Turns out, by the time your father got home at 11:37 pm, both you and Billy were asleep on the couch; him laying flat with you nuzzled between his body and the back cushions. "Ah, hell," you Daddy sighed softly to himself, offering a soft smile. "That boy, mh-mh-mh, God love 'em," he chuckled lightly, locking the door, and turning the kitchen light out on his way upstairs to his room.

He figured any other time, he'd wake Billy and tell him to get gone, but tonight was long for everyone, and so long as the boy was gone before your mother got home - it would all be fine.

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands!

B6R2: The Eye

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All Eyes on Me:

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No se quieren ir los fantasmas que nos lastimaron The ghosts that hurt us don't want to leave Son los días o yo It's the days or me Quién pierde primero, quién sale del juego Who looses first, who leaves the game

Dame un signo, una buena razón Give me a sign, a good reason Para seguir buscándolo de nuevo To keep looking for it La sensación del calor y este veneno The feeling of the heat and this poison

Son las voces mirándome a los ojos They're the voices looking me in the eyes Las puedo escuchar y entender quien soy I can listen to them and understand who I am Son las voces mirándome a los ojos They're the voices looking me in the eyes Las puedo escuchar y entender quien soy I can listen to them and understand who I am

Te quisiste esconder de todo por un rato You wanted to hide from everything for a little while Entendí que ya no vas a venir I understood that your're not going to come anymore No hay que darle vueltas It doesn't need to be thought about anymore

Dame un signo, una buena razón Give me a sign, a good reason Para seguir buscándolo de nuevo To keep looking for it La sensación del calor y este veneno The feeling of the heat and this poison

Son las voces mirándome a los ojos They're the voices looking me in the eyes Las puedo escuchar y entender quien soy I can listen to them and understand who I am Son las voces mirándome a los ojos They're the voices looking me in the eyes Las puedo escuchar y entender quien soy I can listen to them and understand who I am

Son las voces mirándome a los ojos They're the voices looking me in the eyes Las puedo escuchar y entender quien soy I can listen to them and understand who I am Son las voces mirándome a los ojos They're the voices looking me in the eyes Las puedo escuchar y entender quien soy I can listen to them and understand who I am

All Eyes on Me:

Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me

Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun? It's almost over, it's just begun Don't overthink this, look in my eye Don't be scared, don't be shy Come on in, the water's fine

We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody, oh We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows

Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me Ayy, come on, get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah, come on Heads down, pray for me Heads down now, pray for me Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me

You wanna hear a funny story? So, uh, five years ago, I quit performing live comedy Because I was beginning to have, uh, severe panic attacks while on stage Which is not a great place to have them So I, I quit, and I didn't perform for five years And I spent that time trying to improve myself mentally And you know what? I did! I got better I got so much better, in fact, that in January of 2020 I thought, "You know what? I should start performing again I've been hiding from the world and I need to re-enter" And then, the funniest thing happened

Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun? It's almost over, it's just begun Don't overthink this, look in my eye Don't be scared, don't be shy Come on in, the water's fine

You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit You say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried Got it? Good, now get inside

We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows

Come on, get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me Hey, come on, get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah Heads down, pray for me Heads down now, pray for me I said get your fuckin' hands up Get up, get up I'm talkin' to you, get the fuck up

Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me Ayy, fuckin' get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah Come on, heads down, pray for me Heads down now, pray for me I said get your fuckin' hands up Get on— All eyes on me, all eyes on me

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

4 - Skies More Blue

cw: gender dysphoria

Year: 1985

Steve and Eden continued dating, much to the surprise of all the teens in Hawkins. Throughout their six months of being together, Steve had tried to move their relationship further, but Eden kept pushing it off. Steve was respectful and always listened to her, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little annoyed.

One afternoon, once Wayne had left for work for the night, Steve and Eden were making out on the bed. Steve was trying to undress his girlfriend, but she nervously pushed him off.

“Okay, okay, sorry, sorry…” he sighed. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Eden said. “Sorry…”

“No, it’s okay,” he lied.

“No, it’s clearly not. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, Ed, just drop it.”

“But, Steve–“

“I said it’s fine, Eddie. Please, just leave it alone.” Eden rolled her eyes before placing a kiss on Steve’s cheek and getting up from the bed. “Leaving me?” he teased.

“I have band practice, dingus, you know that.”

“I thought you said it was cancelled this week?”

“No, Steve, that was last week.”

“Oh… sorry…”

“It’s fine,” she huffed as she threw a sweatshirt on.

“Aren’t you gonna be hot in that? Well, hotter than you already are?”

“Nice.”

“Thank you,” he smiled proudly.

“I’ll be fine. If I get too hot I’ll simply take it off. Not the end of the world, Stevie.” Steve quietly giggled. “What?”

“Nothing, I just like it when you call me that.” He got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around Eden.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” He kissed at her neck, making her quietly hum. Steve began to suck a mark into her collarbone, but she quickly shoved him away. “What now?”

“Dude, Wayne would kill me if I had a hickey.”

“No, honey, he would kill me.”

“Yeah, but then me.”

“He wouldn’t have the guts to kill you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because, Eds, you’re absolutely and completely, utterly terrifying.”

“Don’t you forget it. I gotta go.” She kissed him on the cheek, grabbed her guitar and headed for the door.

“Uh, Eddie, wait!” She stopped in her tracks and raised a brow.

“Yeah?”

“I know it’s not really your thing, but do you wanna go to prom? O-Or at least consider going?”

“Yeah, Steve, I figured we were going anyway. No way in hell you’d ever let me live down missing prom.”

“Hey–“

“I’ll be at Gareth’s if you need me.” She kissed his soft lips one last time. “Bye.”

“Bye…”

While it was short notice, Eden still managed to get herself prom-ready. Despite Steve never properly asking her sooner, she always figured they were going regardless. After all, she wasn’t about to deprive the most popular guy in school of going to prom—that would just be cruel.

She was searching the thrift stores for weeks on end before she managed to find the perfect dress. It was a black, floor-length dress that hung off her shoulders with shear sleeves cuffing partway down her arm. The gown was A-line, ruffling near her shins all the way to the floor, showcasing the red ribbon detailing on each ruffle. On her own accord, she added a thick red ribbon around her waist as a makeshift belt, and to compliment the details on the lower part of the dress.

Eden had stolen some of Steve’s hair supplies, and over the coming weeks, learned how to properly maintain her hair. She took the time to section off her hair and tended to each ringlet that fell from her head. While she was tending to her curls, her bangs sat in curlers with the hopes to gain a little more volume.

Her make-up was simple, similar to the Snow Ball. She applied eyeliner, mascara, and blush, but instead of gloss, opted for a red lipstick. It wasn’t much, by any means, but it was enough for her. Regardless of what she did, she knew Steve would love it.

Before Eden stepped into her dress, she spent a grueling amount of time binding down her chest. Steve still didn’t know how she felt about herself, for several reasons. For starters, she wasn’t able to properly articulate everything or fully explain why she did some of the things she did (like binding down her breasts or withholding sex because she didn’t want him to see said bound chest). Then, on the other side of the coin, she thought he would leave her.

Eden couldn’t bear the thought of losing Steve, especially over something like this. While she couldn’t control her own thoughts and feelings, she could control what her boyfriend saw. As far as he was concerned, he’s dating Eden Munson—just a ditzy freak who likes to play Dungeons and Dragons and make music with her band. He didn’t need to knew she preferred being called Ed or Eddie, he didn’t need to know she bound her breasts, and he certainly didn’t need to know that she identified as a man.

Once she secured her bandage, she put on her dress, adjusting it accordingly so the Ace wrap wouldn’t show above the seam. She popped on a pair of red flats, clipped on all her jewelry, slid on all her rings. She was ready—as much as she despised staring at herself, she forced herself to be ready.

Around five, Steve pulled up in his car and let himself into the trailer. Wayne had just woken up from a nap and greeted the young boy at the door. Steve was holding the corsage box in his left hand and a bouquet of poppies in his right. Soon, Eden emerged from her room, bringing tears to Steve’s eyes.

“Wow…” he whispered. “How do you get more gorgeous every time I see you?”

“I could ask you the same,” Eden smiled, heading for the fridge to grab Steve’s boutonnière. “Hi, by the way.” She quickly pecked Steve on the lips before giggling and wiping off the lipstick residue. “For you, dingus.”

Eden retrieved the red rose from the clear box and pinned it to the lapel of Steve’s black tuxedo. Steve did the same with the matching rose, sliding it onto Eden’s wrist.

“Oh, and for you.” He handed her the bouquet, smiling fondly.

“Thanks, honey. Wayne, would you mind putting these in some water?”

“Not at all, E. Have fun tonight, you guys.”

“We will!”

“Harrington, back by–“

“Eleven, I know the drill.”

“Good. Have a great time. Stay safe!”

The two went to the dance, where it was more or less a repeat of the Snow Ball. Eden encouraged Steve to go with his friends, he said he wouldn’t dare do such a thing. Billy pestered Eden, just to get under Steve’s skin. And the lovely couple only danced to the slow song of the evening: Love Me Tender, by Elvis Presley.

Steve held his date close as Eden’s cheek was (willingly) smushed against Steve’s chest. Eden’s arms were linked under Steve’s, forcing him to stay close to her. Steve’s eyes were closed as he rested his head atop of his girlfriend’s, smiling into her hair. The world melted around them, as it always did when they were together.

That night, when Steve drove Eden home, he followed her inside where the two began making out on Eden’s bed (a regular occurrence for the past few months). While Wayne said he wanted them home by a certain time, he knew he would be out at work by the time they got home. He trusted Steve that he’d get his niece back on time—he had never given him a reason not to.

Steve had thrown his jacket to the wind as he hovered over Eden, hands resting on her hips. Her hands were laced in his hair, hips on either side of him. Steve pulled her closer, hand snaking under her dress, slowly traveling up her thigh. In a panic, Eden pushed him off and sat up on the bed.

“Is it me?” Steve spat.

“What?”

“Is it me?”

“Is what you?”

“Why won’t you sleep with me, Ed? Huh? Are you worried that I’ll give you something? Genuinely, what is it?”

“No, that’s not it at all.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s me, Stevie. Okay? It’s me, I’m the problem.”

“How on earth would you be the problem? You’re perfect, Eds.”

“I’m far from it, Steve.”

“What?”

Eden’s eyes began to tear up. She bit the insides of her cheeks as she refused to make eye contact with her boyfriend.

“Do you ever feel like… like you’re not yourself?”

“I used to.”

“How?”

“I don’t know, I just felt like I was hanging out with the wrong people. Being someone I wasn’t, y’know?” Eden slowly nodded. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t…” She let out a frustrated huff before wiping her tears away. “I don’t feel like I belong in this body, Stevie. I don’t feel like I’m myself.”

“Are you okay? Did you take something when I wasn’t looking?” He placed the back of his hand to her forehead, quickly being swat away by Eden.

“No, I didn’t take anything, idiot…”

“Then why do you not feel like you’re in your own body?” Eden gently tilted her head at the naïve boy, eyes soft and glassy.

“Steve…” She barely croaked out, moving down the neckline of her dress, revealing her bandages.

“Oh…” His eyes widened.

“Oh…” She adjusted her dress and wiped her damp cheeks.

“Come here.” He had her stand up, turn around, and began unzipping her dress.

“Steve, what on earth– did you even hear what I said?”

“Yeah, I did. Slide your dress off.”

“What? No.”

“You need to take the wrap off… it’s cutting into you… let me help.”

“Steve–“

“Ed, for Christ’s sake, let me help you get this shit off.”

“You don’t… you don’t care that I’m not a girl?”

“Why would I care? I love you and I just want you to be happy.”

“You love me?” Eden turned around to face her boyfriend in disbelief.

“Duh. Spin, come on.”

“You-You don’t wanna break up with me?”

“God, no.” He unraveled the stretched out material and threw it to the ground, carefully averting his eyes from Eden’s chest. “Ed, if this is why you didn’t sleep with me, you could’ve just told me.”

“It’s not exactly an easy thing to tell people, Steve.” She had thrown on one of Steve’s basketball shirts he had left behind ages ago.

“You look sexy in my shirt,” Steve said, trying to lighten the mood. “And thanks for trusting me enough to tell me…”

“Thanks.” Eden rolled her eyes before involuntarily chuckling.

“So, Ed…” Steve stepped closer and rested his hands on her waist.

“Steven?”

“Since you aren’t a girl… what should I call you?”

“I like Ed and Eddie…”

“And how should I introduce you?” Eddie pursed his lips, knowing exactly what his boyfriend was getting at, knowing what he wanted him to say.

“However you want to introduce me, big boy,” he replied, pushing Steve’s buttons.

“Oh? Big boy? How would you know?” he teased.

“I’ve heard things, Harrington.”

“Good things?”

“Oh, very good things.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… you know, you should show me, sometime. For scientific purposes. I need to confirm or den–hey!” He chuckled as Steve playfully tackled him onto the bed. The two began sloppily kissing in between giggles.

“I’ve been trying–“ Kiss. “To show you–“ Kiss. “For the past–“ Kiss. “Six months, stupid.” Kiss.

“Pardon me–“ Kiss. “For not wanting–“ Kiss. “To get attached–“ Kiss. “To someone who might leave me.” Kiss.

“Leave you?” Steve sat up. “Why would I leave you?”

“Because I’m a dude? Keep up, Stevie.”

“Oh, wait, you were serious about that? About me breaking up with you?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“You didn’t… you didn’t know I’m bi?”

“How on earth would I know that?”

“I don’t know, I-I thought it was obvious!”

“Well it’s not!”

“Okay, well, regardless, can we fuck, or are you gonna hold out until we’re married?”

“Married? Hmm, I like the sound of that, Harrington.”

“Munson–“

“Jesus Christ, Steve, yes! Trust me, it’s been killing me as much as it’s been killing you!”

“Oh, thank god.”

[italiansteebie]

Guess Who's Back

Also on ao3

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It has been decided that Steve Harrington is an enigma. 

He tells people everything, yet somehow the boy still has his mysteries. He’s moved out of his parents house, and his roommates are constantly learning new things about him. They’ve kept a running list of things Harrington’s said, either in passing, or while drunk, because it seems... It seems that is the only way they find anything out about him. 

He’s constantly on the phone, with many different people, Joyce and Hopper are the main ones, Ray (one of his roommates) has a sneaking suspicion they are his parents, but Devon reminds them that if they were his parents, he wouldn't necessarily call them by their first names. Would he? And other times, Ray thinks Richard, the guy Steve speaks to, quite briefly, in harsh, hushed Italian, may be his father. From the way Steve’s face screws up in distaste at the demanding tone coming through the phone, he can see that if this is Steve’s dad… He’s definitely an asshole. 

And that’s just the beginning of the list his roommates have been keeping. 

Crue, which is just a nickname for a government name nobody's ever heard, is the keeper of this list, and they have trouble skipping over any details. So when Steve wakes up screaming, from terrors that plague him in his sleep, they try and carefully weasel out the reason, while still comforting him. They’re never successful in this quest, and it seems each time any of them ask, he only gets more standoffish. 

—--

There's a storm in the area. And their apartment isn’t the greatest, and Ray has a habit of falling asleep with his eyes open, and when he falls asleep, he falls asleep like a brick. So when Steve shuffles inside, groceries in hand, catching the lights flickering and Ray’s still body, with open eyes flickering about the room, it really ruins his day. 

“Ray? Ray!” 

There’s a bit of a commotion, but Devon is tired, and commotions are common here, with Ray and Crue being siblings, so she ignores it. That is, until Steve bursts in her room, flicking through her tapes, muttering incoherently, with trembling arms. She watches as he grabs a tape, snatches her walkman, and runs out of the room. “Steve?” She calls, but to no avail. 

She gets up, begrudgingly, and what a sight it is to see Steve in the living room, sobbing over Ray’s sleeping body, trying to get the tape into the walkman as his hands shake uncontrollably. Crue saunters out not much later, Steve’s crying turning into wailing. The two bystanders make eye contact, to which Devon shrugs her shoulders. “Steve?” Crue asks gently, his head whips up, and he sniffles, tripping over his words, a jumble of sounds falling out of his mouth. “Should we call someone?” They ask, and Steve nods, “Please, p-please. Uh. Joyce. Ho- Hopper, call- The. Tell them he’s back.” 

“Who’s back?”

“He is.”

And the shaking has gotten so much worse, Crue’s afraid his heart is going to fall out of his butt, so they jog over to the phone, dialing the number labeled “Joyce,” that has been tacked to the wall, with a note under it that says “Call anytime, Steve. Love, Joyce and Hop” with a heart next to it. 

—--

At the Byers-Hopper household, it is peaceful. They had just finished dinner when the phone rang. Hopper groaned, considering just letting it ring, but Joyce smacks him lightly on the stomach, “What if it’s Steve?” She reminds him gently, she stands to grab it, but Will beats her to it. 

“Hello?”

“Uh. Hi. This is uhm. This is Crue. Steve- Uh. Steve’s roommate. He’s really kind of freaking out. Uh. Something about ‘He’s back?’” 

Joyce watches as the color drains from her son's face, “Will, Honey? What's wrong?” He drops the phone in response and she watches as his nose tinges red with tears. She gets up quickly, sending Will to sit down, and grabs the phone.  

She can hear the other person asking for someone faintly, and she puts the phone up to her ear, “Hello, is everything alright?”

“Oh! Thank god. An adult. Well, you sound like one anyways.. Uhm. This is Crue, Steve’s roommate. He’s like. Having a freak out. Uh he said he’s back.”

Joyce takes a deep breath, “Who’s back?”

“We asked him that. All he said was “He is.” 

“Shit. Okay honey, listen to me. I want you to play some music, I know Steve has a record player in his room, so take that and turn it up loud, play something everyone likes, okay? I’ll be over in a second.”

She hangs the phone and looks at Hop, who is already standing, shoes on and gun in holster. The kids are standing too, El and Will looking scared but determined, and Jonathan with car keys in hand. The group walks quickly to the car, and drives to Steve’s, only breaking a few laws. 

—---

“Steve, please. Tell us what's going on? Can we help?” Devon practically begs, watching from the corner of her eye as Crue runs to Steve room, coming back out with his record player. Ray, still dead asleep, not picking up on the chaos surrounding him. 

There’s pounding on the door, and Steve moves quickly, grabbing his bat, and approaching the door with caution. “Steve. It is us.” A small voice says, young, but determined in tone. Crue and Devon watch as the relief quite literally washes over their roommate. He opens the door, stepping aside, letting the family in. 

“Has he started floating yet?”

“I don’t feel him,”

“Are you okay, Steve?”

The overlapping words seem to settle him just a bit, but the shaking is still there and Crue feels like he might collapse any minute now. “He- He won’t wake up, a-and I. I got his favorite song! I kept a list, just like you told me to, and I-.” His chest is heaving and tears are streaming rapidly down his face. Crue guesses the woman that pulls him into her arms is Joyce and the burly man standing beside them his Hopper. However, the little girl with short hair,is standing over Ray with her eyes closed but moving, searching, under her eyelids. Well. Neither Devon nor Crue know who that is, and the boy with the awful haircut that is inspecting light bulbs is a stranger too. The girl smiles gently, before smacking Ray across the face. 

He sits up rapidly, “What’s going on? Who slapped me? Who are you guys? Why am I wearing headphones?” The words came out rapidly, and slurred with sleep. “I am El. Steve’s friend. You are okay. You just sleep bad.” She says simply, moving over to Steve and wrapping him in a hug. “I? What? I sleep, bad?” The girl, El, nods. 

“He was asleep, Steve. Henry is dead.” She says, and with that he crumples to the ground, Joyce and Hopper following him, until the whole family is in a heap on the floor. The roommates watch in curiosity, and Crue thinks this is another thing that needs to go on the list, but pushes that thought away. “Not the time,” they think to themselves.

The roommates move to the kitchen, giving the family some semblance of privacy, but still staying close. Devon decides to make Steve some tea, something they see him drinking often, and hopes it helps him. 

“I couldn’t. I couldn't do it again,” they hear Steve say shakily from the living room. 

“Sweetie, it’s like El, said. Your roommate just sleeps with his eyes open. Everything is okay.” Joyce says gently.

The roommates feel a little guilty for listening in but. Steve’s their roommate, and they care. Even if he doesn't want them to. Devon finishes the tea, and starts walking towards the family that’s still sitting together on the floor near the front door. She hands the tea to Steve with a gentle, “I hope everythings okay.” To which Steve nods and scrubs a hand over his face. 

Yeah, sorry guys. I uh-” He’s cut off by Hopper gently pushing him over.

“We talked about you apologizing for having feelings, Steve. It’s okay.” 

The group of roommates quickly nod, and rush to reassure him. Steve sighs, “Okay. Well. I guess I should introduce everyone, now that I'm… Not freaking out.”

 He stands, and so does everyone else, “This is… My family,” He starts shyly, to which El and Will smile brightly at. “Uh. This is Hop, and Joyce. And the awkward guy standing over there is Jonathan… And these guys are Will and El.” They all wave to the roommates standing in front of them. “And well. That’s Ray, the one I thought.. Yeah. And Uh. Crue is who called you guys. And that’s Devon.” He says pointing to each of them, before moving out of the way and letting them finish their own introductions. 

“Wait. Why do you call your mom and dad by their first names?” Ray asks, filter non-existent, often reminding Steve of Robin, Crue smacks him on the shoulder to which he responds with and exasperated, “What?!” Crue gestures vaguely, “You can’t just ask that,” they stage whisper. 

Steve laughs, “They’re not actually my parents,” he says lightly to which Hopper gruffly responds, “Yeah, but we’re better than the dick heads he got stuck with for 18 years.” He cracks a small smile after that, and Steve laughs softly, nodding in agreement. 

“Yeah. They’ve been better parents to me in the last 2 years than my biological parents have been since I was born,” He shrugs, eyes brightening as he looks around at his family, and the roommates smile. It wasn’t often they saw Steve this happy. And after everything they’ve witnessed today, and well… The whole time they’ve been living together, they’re happy that Steve has this found family to hold on to.

“Wait. Okay.” Ray says, with a groan from Crue, “Dude. Ruin the moment why don’t you.” To which Ray responds by shoving them over. “As I was saying,” he pauses to glare at Crue, “If you guys aren’t his parents, then am I right in assuming that the asshole that Steve talks to in Italian is Steve’s dad?” 

“Yeah, that’s. That’s Richard. Technically my father, but he never fucking acted like it. Hop’s better in my book anyways.” He says, knocking a shoulder into the gruff man. 

“Well. We should let you guys catch up,” Devon says, pulling them back to Crue’s room, giving the family some actual privacy. And if they take out the list and do some major revisions, well. That’s their business.

And if Steve goes back to his family’s house for the night, then. That’s his business.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/o s mom likes to start problems all the time, and is now insisting that skellys kid is not his but instead the mysterious bone man who offten visits their house ( not knowing said mysterious bone man is his brother)

Undertale Sans - Sans starts randomly to talk about genetics, cutting your mother in her monologue. He keeps going, fact after fact, not letting her speak, until she gets bored and leaves. See? He told you science would save your life someday. Don't hesitate to ask him if she tries again. He has a million more.

Undertale Papyrus - It's ok to be confused as skeletons are a rare monster species and as far as he knows there are only two of them. He can invite Sans other to show your Mom he's his brother so she is no longer confused. Surely when she'll see Sans, she will be able to tell it's near impossible Sans is the child's father as his kid took everything of him and very little of Sans. Maybe the round cheeks, but that's all. Your mother then antagonizes him saying he doesn't need to be so condescendant with her. Papyrus just sighs, struggling to keep smiling as anger is boiling inside his head. He's trying really hard to not scream right now.

Underswap Sans - He just smirks and tells your mom he trusts you entirely and that the only mystery concerning his brother is why he can't use a door properly. Other than that, he's pretty certain his kid is his, why would you even say that? He can start rumors too, you know.

Underswap Papyrus - He's genuinely upset. Everyone compared him to his brother his whole life, and now that he is finally independent, feeling accomplished, and finally, a father, your mother compares him to his brother again, implying Blue would have been a better father than he is. Honey is too polite and shy to retaliate out loud, he just lets her talk, but once she's gone, he's going to complain to his S/O because he needs some reassurance. Of course, he knows his kid is his kid and not Blue's kid, but he's tired of being in his brother's shadow all the time, even though it's not really Blue's fault.

Underfell Sans - "well clearly you need to stop drinking vodka so much old lady, you're starting to hallucinate." You slap him to make him shut up but that's too late lol. Your mother gasps in offense and starts to scream at him. Red is very amused by the situation and doesn't regret anything as chaos slowly spreads in the house.

Underfell Papyrus - He's displeased but he has manners. He asks your mother if she wants tea in a passive-aggressive voice, and then slams everything on the table to show he's mad. He's holding back so much right now. You take him in the kitchen for a few minutes to calm him down and to tell him to ignore her.

Horrortale Sans - Uh. Oh well, who cares. Even if it's Willow's kid, it's still his kid so he doesn't mind. Your mother is clearly shocked when he tells her he doesn't mind. Willow and S/O are very amused as well honestly and play along to make her even more mad. What? You don't like the idea of sharing?

Horrortale Papyrus - He's so annoyed. He knows perfectly your mother dislikes him because he looks weird and scary, but that's no reason to be even more rude. He just says passive-aggressively that since his kid has manners unlike her, it's evidently his child. Your mother hates Willow even more now. Willow is just very proud of his little spicy answer at the moment, she can't reach him.

Swapfell Sans - He's more disgusted by the fact she thinks it's Rus' child than the assumption you're cheating with his brother. Are you blind? Nice looking clothes, perfect education, cute face. It's clearly his child. His baby doesn't look like Rus at all. Don't compare them to his brother! He saw him eat a rotten pizza in the trash not two hours ago! His kid would never do that!

Swapfell Papyrus - "that's ok to be jealous of my brother because he has a nice-looking house and a swimming pool. he's free though, you don't have to cry on my beautiful body. i can introduce you, he likes old spicy girls. be careful though, he likes money, so I'll be worried about your life-insurance." As you facepalm, he just smirks. What? He's right, no? That's totally something his brother would do.

Fellswap Gold Sans - "IT'S OK OLD LADY, SOMETIMES I WONDER TOO WHO THE HELL ASKED AND IT'S HARD TO GET AN ANSWER." Your mother is mad at him, but Wine doesn't care. It's time to teach that lady some boundaries. You don't need to justify to her, she'll get bored of crying eventually.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee gasps, offended. Why would she even say that? Can't she see none of you liked that? Coffee is too shy to answer, so he just takes his S/O's hand to support them (and comfort himself in the process) until your mother is done. He can't believe how rude she is! It makes him a little insecure too. He knows he doesn't have to, but his brother is nice-looking and more intelligent so it makes sense. Now he's just sad :(

[appetite4savage]

Mr. Self-Destruct (Joe Elliott)

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Joe’s POV

The sound of laughter from couples all around me is going to make my brain explode. I have to get out of here. I can’t though, I drank all the booze I have at home.

Nothing takes the pain away. Wherever I look I see her. I see him. I see them. In my bed that I paid for.

I can’t wait to surprise her. I wasn’t supposed to come home for another few weeks, but I just had to catch the first flight home. I’ll deal with the repercussions later.

That’s odd. I don’t recognize that vehicle in my driveway. Maybe she has a friend over?

I sneak up the stairs to our bedroom. I burst through the door and the sight in front of me isn’t what I expected.

“Honey, I’m h-“

I can feel my heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

The love of my life is wrapped around another man.

“Joe?” She scrambles to cover herself up.

“I’m going to leave, and when I come back, you and your shit better be out of my house.” I grumble, slamming the door so hard that I nearly break it off the hinges.

She did just that. This happened a month ago. It still doesn’t feel real.

I’ve developed a nightly routine of drinking myself into oblivion.

The squeak of the leather stool next to me being sat in breaks me out of my thoughts.

“Hi, I’m-“

“Not interested.” I don’t even look up. The last thing I need is a woman right now.

“Wow. Rough night?”

Sigh. I guess I can stop being an ass for five minutes.

“Rough life.” I glance over at the being sitting next to me. She looks like she walked in straight from a California beach.

“Been there.” She responds before motioning over the bartender. “The strongest whiskey you have.”

“You’re the first lass to not order a Dirty Shirley in the couple hours I’ve been here.”

She laughs, gulping down the two shots in one breath.

I raise my eyebrows. “Impressive.”

“I have an older brother.” She winks.

“Ah. Makes sense.” I nod and raise my glass to my lips one more time before I head home to give my liver a break.

“Heading off so soon?” She asks as I stand up and put on my jacket.

“Unfortunately, yes. The old liver is screaming for me to go to bed.”

“Um, well.” She pulls a sticky note pad out of her bag and a pen, quickly writing something down. “I know you said you weren’t interested, but call me if you change your mind.”

“Will do.” I hold up the note and walk home, thinking of her all the way there.

-

Earlier I was exhausted. Now, I’m tossing and turning. Soon I’ll know exactly how many tiles are on my bedroom ceiling.

Call her, Joe.

The voice in my head repeats this phrase over and over again.

Who am I kidding? She probably won’t even answer. It’s late. She might even still be at the bar.

Before I realize it, I’m sitting up dialing the phone next to me.

It rings for a while, so long that I contemplate hanging up completely. On the last ring, someone picks up.

“Hello?”

I cough, nervously. “Uh, hi. It’s Joe from the bar.”

“Joe, right! Hi.”

It’s at this point, I realized I never got her name.

“You know, we never told each other our names.” I try to make conversation.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Gotcha.”

“Joe?”

“Hm?”

“What’s on your mind?” She giggles.

Right, usually when people call others in the middle of the night they have a reason.

“Oh, um. Well. I’ve had you on my mind since I left.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I changed my mind.”

“I’m glad.”

“So, I’d like to see you again.” I managed to muster up the courage to ask.

“I’d love to. Meet me back at the bar tomorrow night. We can have a proper introduction this time.” I can tell that she has a smile on her face even on the phone.

“I’m sorry I was such an arse, it’s been a rough-“

“Don’t worry about it. It never happened. I’ll see you tomorrow, Joe. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

-

Five years later

“Joe!” She yelps as I catch up to her, spinning her around before we collapse on the beach sand. Turns out I was right about her looking like she had just walked in from a California beach. She had, because she lives there. Now I do too.

“How did you think that you could outrun me? Years of football experience, love.” I kiss her cheek as we watch the waves roll by, wrapping my arms around her.

She chuckles. “How naive of me.” Instead of trying to push me away, she pulls me closer.

“Happy anniversary.” I whisper in her ear.

“Happy anniversary. Aren’t you thankful you were at the bar that night?”

“Yes, very thankful I had my heart beaten into shambles and that I wanted to drink my life away.”

She’s used to my dry sarcasm but still slaps the back of my head.

“You should be. You should also be grateful that I gave you my number despite you being a complete ass.” She raises her eyebrows as she says this matter-of-factly.

“You’re right. There’s no where else I’d rather be than right here.”

We stay there until the sunset casts an orange glow over the water, bringing a peaceful aura to the beach.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s12e4 american nightmare (w. davy perez)

was that pointed, longing look at the mom and her son just him being upset over mary or something more plot relevant

oh, dean, honey.

DEAN Cass is chumming it up with Crowley. SAM Hmm. DEAN They're hunting Lucifer together. That's right – one's an angel, one's a demon, and apparently, they solve crimes.

very cute

sam is looking extra beautiful today, i think part of it is the messier hair (and length). good lighting and coloring. lovely. oh oh, lame excuse for his more questionable haircuts. i too know the hazards of the random supercuts haircut that he must get on the road. let's blame it on that. maybe they advised him on the sideburns too

(oh god that reminds me. i think the worst haircut i ever got was before my mom's funeral. it was long at the time and i just wanted a trim because it was kind of scraggly, so i was moderately presentable for the funeral. i was in phoenix from out of town so i went somewhere random. and i got a very bad version of a Rachel haircut! in 2012! talk about insult to injury.)

SAM You sure? 'Cause ever since Mom left, you've been a little, uh... cranky. DEAN Cranky, huh? SAM Yeah. I mean, to the priest, to Carl. Heck, on the way here, you wouldn't even make a pit stop. DEAN So now your tiny bladder is my problem?

tell him, sam. stop taking it out on everyone else, dean-o

BETH You don't make a lot of friends when sometimes what's best for a family is to split them up.

little on the nose there, show :p also that is one fancy cps office

DEAN What about her? What, she took some cash, she took a cellphone she doesn't answer, and she bailed on us. SAM I mean, think about what she's going through. After everything, she probably just needs some space. We've been there. We've both had times where we needed time apart. DEAN And we both came back. SAM You don't think she's going to? DEAN I don't know. She hates the way that we were raised. She hates the fact that we're hunters. Maybe she starts walking and she doesn't stop. You know, she obviously has zero interest in keeping this family together. SAM Well, you know, sometimes families do better after a little time apart.

dean upset and jumping to conclusions, sam being calm and the voice of reason. wondering if instead of brother angst, we get mom angst? because if i had to choose between the two, i vote mom angst a million times over (sorry mary but i've had enough sam and dean angst to last a lifetime) also that red sweater on sam looks great. grandpa cardigan on dean is leaning in to costume maybe a little too much :p

ABRAHAM The things you do for family.

i snorted. one of those episodes where they're gonna repeatedly bonk us over the head with a parallel

SAM So what happened to your daughter, was that God's plan? GAIL Yes. SAM She didn't have to die. She was sick. If you had taken her to a doctor – GAIL God does – SAM God doesn't care what kind of life you live. Trust me. And God didn't kill your daughter. You did.

you're not wrong, sam, but i think that's better kept to yourself in this situation :p

were they selling supernatural candles?

man, she's gorgeous. and dean was being legit creepy. glad we got things cleared up without any shooting. was half expecting him to slide into flirting with her

this scene with magda in the basement with sam is heartbreaking. also the irony of knowing exactly where the devil is and 100% not in the poor abused girl

SAM Magda... You're not the Devil. You're just psychic. There are others out there like you, like – like me. I have powers, too. I'd get these visions sometimes and – and I could move things with my mind. MAGDA You can do that? SAM Well, no, not anymore, I don't think. But that didn't make me the Devil. It – it – it just made me who I am. MAGDA Then you are evil. Mother says I'm evil, 'cause I hurt people.

not that we've really touched on it in a long ass time but it's also nice to see sam confident in being one of the psychic kids does not make you evil or a freak. back in simpler times that was definitely a struggle

ok mom i don't think you're going to heaven what with the killing your husband thing, not to mention the violent abuse against your daughter. this whole, tying him up at the dinner table and mom going all murder rage, kind of like a less grotesque more jesusy benders situation

oh, my heart

<3

DEAN Yeah, you were right. This whole mom thing, it's... I mean, we get her back, and then she leaves. I hate it, but I get it. I do. I guess I just...still working through some of that crap. I'll try to be less of a dick about it. SAM Deal.

look at us being adults and dealing with (some) feelings. good job, boys. and dean gets his reward directly after with a reply from mom

okay, little pissed that in order to establish how cartoonishly evil the british men of letters people are, they had to kill magda. i think the horrific torture was enough to establish that, thanks. she didn't survive years of torture to get that cheap and pointless of a death.

good moments and lovely production value this episode. little shaky on the story but i'll take it

[wvba-ringside-gossip]

"Greetings sirs and madam! I am William Dubois, humble servant by day and boxer by night. Us gentleman heard about your opinion of the ladies and were curious about what your thoughts were on us!

Thank you kindly and, please, if there is anything I may do for you, do not hesitate to ask! Farewell"

- William Jean Dubois

"Mr Dubois! Wonderful to see you! I remember you from our meeting at the house!" "Jazzy, the question, remember?" "Oh! Yes, apologies! AHEM!"

"So, Of course, I have to mention yourself! I love your attitude and your commitment! It's admirable my good lad! And Kitty, gosh I don't know what it is, but I love his devotion to his pets! Now THAT is a good friend. If I had to pick a least favourite...Oh jeez, I am sorry but I just do NOT like Claude, the way he acts just so...well anyways, yes, those are my picks." "Hooey! I didn't have to think about this one too much! My beautiful boy, Gear! I just love him so, so much! He's a sweetheart! A real charmer! And always knows how to cheer me up! Similarly, I love Peach for almost the same reasons! He's just such a goofball! Me and him love to gab about all the boys from time to time! It's always a hoot!"

"привет! Soda Popinsky here. I am here to translate for Sonya so there is no confusion! Sonya has told Popinsky that her favourite boxer is...wait really??...O-okay, okay. She like Grimm and Seo...she says that she likes Grimm's eerieness...I find that hard to believe...Oh! And apparently, she admires Seo's efforts to change outside of the ring...да After experience with Robin I imagine it set him on right path...or something. Mhm, I see. Apparently she doesn't like Honey, because his smell actually irritates her skin and she can't work on him like that...so that's why he doesn't come in...hm!" "Ours is obvious! Ey, El?" "Oh absolutely!"

"RAHI!!"

"We love him! He's a true bro that's for true! Great fun for Rugby! And he's just a really fun fella!" "Uh-huh! Super cool guy, who really knows how to make everyone feel like...uh what's the word? Whah-no?" "...." "Did I botch that?" "Yes, but it's okay! We can work on it! As for our least fave-" "That BIRDMAN, FUEGO! The way he flirts with all the ladies, no matter where 'e goes I swear he just gets me all angry all over, and for what!? HE'S A BIRD! I COULD KICK 'IS ARSE WELL AND PROPER!" "...Could you?" "...No, but that's beside the point" "I just think he's a little...too playful with the ladies...but hey, we have our fun, messing with the lights alongside Cody!" "He does well with 'em birds though...I guess? So I suppose 'at puts 'im in good taste...only jus' though, I'mma still mess with 'im when I can, Haha!"

[imthefemalemonster]

Your fics are absolutely lovely. I wonder what gives you the inspiration to write such interesting pieces. And yeah, could you please do a Top!Rhaegar x Bottom!Ned (NOT ABO) story where for some reason Ned gives birth to twins (essentially Robb and Jon but they're Targaryen)? Like the pregnancy could be attributed to the hidden Velaryon bloodline they have when Cregan hid TemporaryAmnesiacLucerys or Rhaegar just literally bred Ned thoroughly stuff.

Hello honey! First of all, thank you so much, it's really touching to hear. Here it is, sorry it took so long, hope you like it. ♡

And to answer you... this is a such a good question. I don't really have an answer tbh, it's all... vibes? I feel like writing? I write. At the end of this shitty day, I put all my issues to the side and I read or write. I think that many of us consume content for this reason. As I mostly do requests, if my work can make someone happy a few minutes in their life, even if they are bound to forget it the next day, it makes it all worth it. I'm glad I can leave a part of me out there.

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⸻Tell Me That You Mean It

Rhaegar Targaryen x Ned Stark (Mostly Fluff / Smut)

⸻Summary: A dragon and a wolf love story knows no end.

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst, (a bit?), Mostly Fluff, Unspecified Timeline/Settings, Young Adults Characters, Maybe OOC, (I don’t know the characters very well), Kisses, Hugs, Mpreg, Anal Sex, Aftercare, No beta once I sneezed 8 times in a row

⸻Read on Ao3

Notes: I got inspired to do something smutty and fluffy for the young Rhaegar/Ned relationship. Lots of fluff and fluff with some more fluff, little bit of angst too (?), mpreg not explained it exists because I said so. Requested by anon I hope you like it. ♡

REQUESTS CLOSED.

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The wind brushed the leaves, air embracing the trees like tender arms around a body. A frail figure sat there, resting under the dance of the branches. Eyes closed, Ned focused on the sounds around him, breath steady.

“You left training without waiting for me.”

The voice came from behind him, accompanied by rapid and confident footsteps. Leaves cracked under the boots. Ned turned his head, cold face meeting with the young white haired man approaching him.

“You could just tell me if you didn’t want to see me…”. Rhaegar smirked, smug face as he kneeled next to his Stark friend.

Ned eyebrows’ frowned, eyes staring deep into the lilac orbs as if it was trying to decipher them.

“Oh relax”, Rhaegar laughed, hand reaching to pinch Ned’s cheek, “That wasn’t a reproach, merely a remark.”

Ned squirmed away from the touch, not without a shy smile on his lips.

“I was just tired.”, he sighed, “I wanted some calm, I found it here.”

“Uh, I see.” Rhaegar looked up to the trees, the beautiful features on his face emphasized by the daylight. Ned stared at them with great fascination. Often he wondered if the gods had created something more beautiful than his long-time companion.

“Starring again?”

Rhaegar smiled as he met Ned’s doe eyes. The Stark’s fingernails scratched the fabric covering his legs, drawing Rhaegar’s attention.

“Rumor has it, I do make you nervous.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

Avoiding the man’s burning gaze, Ned lowered his eyes to his feet,cheeks flushed.

“You are not usually like this when we are only together“, whispered Rhaegar, his voice both pained but comforting, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” Ned breathed heavily, feet kicking the leaves, digging in the dirt.

“There are so many things in your eyes I can’t stop staring at them.”

Ned exhaled, lips curling into a soft smile. He nodded, not quite sure how to say it.

“So what is it?”, insisted Rhaegar, leaned in so his head aligned with Ned’s.

“Not much”, he breathed, the wind blew around them, pushing them against another, “It’s the people… looking at us.” He fled the lilac’s eyes, the words sounded so stupid spoken outside of his mind.

“Does that make you nervous?”. Rhaegar always looked so relaxed about everything. Like he walked a path of confidence and nothing or no one could unsettled him. His pale hand reached for Ned’s paler one, digits gently brushing the skin.

“Your hands are so warm for a winter boy.”

“It doesn’t make me nervous.” mumbled Ned, this time meeting Rhaegar’s touch with delight, “It was stupid but I still think about it.”

“It’s not stupid if it hurts you”, added Rhaegar, smug still on his face as his eyes were ablaze. Mischief crossed his face as his hand left Ned’s to meet his waist, fingers digging in the leather.

“What are you-”

“I prefer when you laugh, Ned”, he smirked, arms crossing around his chest, moving behind him.

“You are insufferable”, sighed Ned, his cheek meeting with Rhaegar’s nose.

“You like it.”

“Never said I didn- Gods stop!”, Ned bit his lips as he felt Rhaegar hands move around his waist and chest, “Tickling?! How old are you-”

“You are so sensitive… here”, Rhaegar’s fingers dug into the other man’s ribs, Ned emitted a short and surprised gasp as he turned his flushed face to the Targaryen, “Oh I love that face”, he whispered against Ned’s neck, air burning against the warm flesh. A wide smile was painted on Ned’s face as he wriggled around to escape Rhaegar’s playful assault. “Here too!”, the Targaryen shouted, digit pushing against Ned’s lower back.

“F-fuck off!”, laughed Ned, elbow gently hitting Rhaegar in the stomach.

“Oh.”

The two men stopped, Ned throwing a glance behind him, afraid he hurt his friend. Rhaegar just looked stupidly shocked.

“Who taught you that word…”, murmured Rhaegar leaning in so his breath imprinted on Ned’s skin, shivering under it.

“I wonder.”, he hissed, pushing his face away, standing up.

The Targaryen was a bit too swift on his foot as he followed the Stark’s motions, legs tangled together as they hit the floor. Rhaegar bursted out laughing.

“What the hell.”

“Gods! Another one?”, smirked Rhaegar, crawling his thin figure above Ned, “Got more words like that for me?”

Ned crossed his arms, falsely vexed. The Targaryen held himself on his hands, locking Ned’s body under his.

“What now?”

Rhaegar’s purple eyes wandered from the bottom to the top, slowly.

“Can I sit?”

Ned scoffed at the question. He was often overpowered by Rhaegar, there was little he could do to stop him.

“It’s not like I could stop you.”

“I wouldn’t force you.”, spoke Rhaegar, eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. Ned nodded, a little sigh leaving his mouth as the Targaryen happily leaned in.

Smiling, Rhaegar rested on his elbows, hands maintaining his face above Ned.

“You look great like that.”

There was a long silence, a time of reunion and gazing as they stared both at each other face, their minds imprinting each detail like they would never see one another again. Words weren’t spoken, yet mouths were put to use. Rhaegar lowered his head to brush Ned’s lips, the man softly breathed, pausing a second, waiting for any kind of invitation. He was soon met with Ned's warmth as the young man closed the distance between them. Their lips collapsed as the wind blew in their ears, the coldness of it a perfect contrast of the hotness on their respective skins. Rhaegar took control, as he always did, pushing Ned’s head back onto the floor, his mouth capturing the bottom lip, tongue tracing the line of it until he was invited in. The men drown into each other embrace, the wetness and warmth of Ned's mouth tasted like honey on Rhaegar’s tongue. None of them could say how much time passed, they lost the ability to breathe the moment their bodies met, nothing else was important anymore.

Noises were heard around them, voices and footsteps. Rhaegar broke the kiss to look around, much less worried than Ned. The Stark grabbed his companion's leather clothes, pulling him closer, his fingernails scratching the fabric in newfound need.

“We should go.”, whispered Rhaegar, a large smile on his lips, focusing his attention back on Ned, “Or maybe you’re fine with being found under me in the woods but-”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”, breathed Ned, face still standing close to Rhaegar, his lips wanting to capture the Targaryen’s again.

“I should. But join me tonight”, Rhaegar smirked, “Maybe I’ll show you something.”

The man got up, turning his heels away from Ned as he left, the Stark still sitting on the floor, watching his lover disappear behind the trees.

*

“I missed you so much.”

Ned turned to meet the voice he knew so well. The balcony was bathed in darkness, it was deep into the night already when Rhaegar arrived. Finally.

“It’s only been a few hours.”, commented Ned.

“And?”, laughed Rhaegar, “I still did.” He crawled to sit next to him, this time their shoulders met as he rested his chin on it, looking deep into the eyes staring back at him. “I did miss you. I always do.”

Ned was surprised, but he met the embrace with enthusiasm. Leaning closer he met Rhaegar’s lips again. It was more needy than the first one. Like they both starved for something buried deep within another, something that hadn’t been spoken yet.

“What did you want to show me.”, whispered Ned against Rhaegar’s face, their noses brushing.

Leaving his lover’s lips only a second, catching their breaths, Rhaegar moved in front of him, knees between the Stark’s thighs as he parted them gently. A soft gasp escaped Ned but he didn’t move, letting himself be manhandled to Rhaegar’s will.

“Will you let me show you?”

A confused smile appeared on Ned's lips, but he nodded, allowing Rhaegar’s touches to go further. His hands went to cup his face tenderly, thumbs grazing the skin, his eyes were cold but his skin was burning under Rhaegar’s palms.

“What is the status of us?”

The question cut the Targaryen short, standing still, trying to decipher the words.

“What do you mean?”, scoffed Rhaegar. He was too lost in the touches already to think.

“You know what I mean.”

Rhaegar shrugged his shoulders, fingers tracing Ned’s shirt, stopping on his waist.

“I fail to understand where this is going.”

“W-we-”, Ned mumbled, the words escaped him with difficulty, shyness missed with a certain feeling of shame, despite laying only in frail clothes in front of Rhaegar’s burning gaze, “We hang o-out. We ki-. I mean we-”

“Kissed, yes”, continued Rhaegar, hands on Ned thighs as his thumbs drew circles on the fabric.

“Then what are we?”, murmured Ned.

Rhaegar hesitated for a second. It has been so much time now. It felt so natural for him yet… yet Ned wasn’t wrong. What were they?

“We are…”, he paused, the words would never feel wrong, but he only realized now that he never spoke them, “We were friends, then very close friends, training partners, even closer friends”, in his mind he remembered all the moments, all the tenderness, all the first times, “We are two young men in love.”

“That’s what we are?”

“You are not?”, worries filled Rhaegar’s voice. What were they?, “In love?”

“You never said it.”

Rhaegar paused, eyes wandering on the younger man’s body he wished to show all his love to.

“Neither did you.”

Ned shook his head, lowering it as his fingernails pressed into the back of his hands. He was desperate to meet Rhaegar’s embrace again, maybe he should have never spoken.

“I know you are very keen on honor and this stuff-”

“It’s not that!”

The Targaryen stopped his motions, it felt like time did with him as he observed Ned's pained face.

“I j-just-”, he mumbled, trying to regain a sort of composure, his shoulders straight, rigid, face turned toward Rhaegar, “I just didn’t think you did.”

“You didn’t think I was serious all this time?”

“We hid, we ran away, we acted like… it wasn’t happening”, Ned raised his hands, shoulders shrugging in a slow movement, “It didn’t feel serious. It never felt real.”

“It always was to me…” Rhaegar leaned closer, lips kissing the Stark’s temple as his palm rested on his thighs. Ned immediately responded to his touch, arms crossing around the man’s chest, head resting on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry then.”

Rhaegar laughed, hands gently patting Ned’s back. The man moved backward, cheeks flushed and eyes tearing up, confusion filling them.

“What are you sorry for?”, mewled Rhaegar, lips brushing against Ned as he felt his smile, “For being in love with me? Uh, you’re not so wrong.”

“N-no!”, muttered Ned, head moving back, hands resting on the man’s waist, fingers shaking as they played with the fabric resting there, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, if that makes you feel better.”, Rhaegar’s digits played with the soft fabric on his collar, his eyes fixated on the little patches of pearl white skin he could see.

Ned nodded, the small smile on his face growing larger, observing Rhaegar’s gaze devouring him.

“So”, he paused, unsure, “About what you wanted to show me.”

“Hm”, hummed Rhaegar, the air tense around them, “I thought we could finally try… cuddling.”

“That’s how you call it?”, sighed Ned, lips painted back in a shy smile.

“You struggled to say that we kissed”, smirked Rhaegar, “I’m just trying to use your words.”

Ned laughed, raising a hand to muffle the sound.

“I mean you said ‘fuck off’ earlier”, commented Rhaegar, digits teasingly brushing Ned’s collarbone, “Maybe I’m being a little bit too naive about your supposed innocence.”

“I know a lot of these words.”, breathed Ned, “I just don’t use them like you do.”

An eyebrow raised, Rhaegar smirked gently. His kindness, his shyness, his patience, his tenderness, he wanted to possess it all. Hold him into his hands forever.

“If you let me, I’ll show you, love.” The words filled Ned’s ears, mind and heart like no other words ever did. He couldn’t say anything, he simply smiled and nodded as Rhaegar’s hands guided him to lay on the floor under him. The Targaryen moved above gently, steady on his knee, as a hand moved to cup Ned’s face.

“Am I being your first time?”, he whispered into Ned’s ear, learning over him, legs parted away above Ned’s waist.

The question was so genuine, Ned scoffed at first. Rhaegar’s usual teasing was replaced with loving features and gentle detail dancing on his face.

“Y-you are.”

Rhaegar stood up abruptly, hands raised in this air in a ridiculously exaggerated motion.

“Oh that’s making me nervous now!”

Ned scoffed, amused by the man’s humor.

“Come on now.”, he purred, “I don’t think you want to keep me waiting.”

“Wow My Lord…”, laughed Rhaegar, “I didn’t expect that from you.”

“Everything for you, Your Grace.”

Rhaegar scoffed at the name, lowering his body against Ned’s. They lips met once again, for what felt like the first time again. It was indecisive but loving, hesitant but soft. Both their shaking hands reached for the other’s shirt, collapsing, tangled as they discarded their clothes. The motions were clumsy, hips grinding against one another, wet lips battling noisily, moans exchanged as naked bodies rutted. Rhaegar lowered his head, dizzy with the warmth surrounding them, his mouth tracing the curves of the other man’s body, his lips wandering everywhere they could. Ned's figure shivered, jolting to meet with every of the soft touches. It felt just right, just where they both should be.

The air hit their burning skin, Ned gasped at the sensation, but soon he was taken in hand, handled lovingly. The strokes were slow but precise, the digits tracing the curves, lips meeting with the tender skin, teeth nibbling at the sensitive buds. Forehead pressed together, mouths collapsed, moans and grunts escaping the barriers of flesh. Hard members rubbing, fingers playing at one entrance. Everytime it pushed, Ned squirmed under the weight of the body above him, inviting him further in, reaching for the perfect spots inside. Rhaegar breathed softly, eyes hungry, gaze meeting with his lover. He wanted for any words, anything, a signal into the night that would seal this love forever. Hands on the back on his neck pulled him closer, lips collapsing in a hot and lustful embrace. His hands moved lower and lower, digits coated in wetness, rim inviting under the touch of his warm head. Lips brushed one another as he pushed in, feeding off Ned’s soft gasp. Rhaegar’s thumbs drew circles on his cheeks, encouraging words leaving his mouth as he possessed him whole, once, and for all.

“I love you.”

The days and the weeks went by. The leaves on the trees danced and changed colors. Ned and Rhaegar met again. In the woods. On training grounds, under the rain and on the sea. Everywhere they went love followed. Ned had invited Rhaegar in the coldness of the North, where his house stood. He had joined in great delight, wanting to discover the wonders of the region at his lover’s side. Maybe the cold could be a good excuse to keep each other warm every night.

“Can we stay like this forever?”, Ned whispered, sheets covering the naked pair. Fingers intertwined, palms meeting, they looked into each other's eyes. Something that was once buried deep down was now full grown, blossoming like spring leaves they once used to stare at for hours.

*

As desired as it was, the pregnancy still surprised them both. Ned the most, since he was the one bearing. The changes to his body were the hardest to deal with, the second were his dragon's constant worry at his side. Dare he left the bed, Rhaegar would rush to him, questions escaping his mouths and it felt like he could only but produce worry with his tongue. It had Ned smiling often, desperate to soothe his anxiety. They would walk together outside, Rhaegar would talk about the hundred things they could do with the little one, everything he would show him and teach him.

“I’ll be fine.”, Ned whispered softly, cupping his lover’s face. Rhaegar would walk ten thousand steps into the room everytime Ned breathed. His tenderness accompanied his companion in every motion as the months passed by.

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you both safe.”, Rhaegar murmured at night, waiting for his young lover to fall into sleep’s embrace. Watching his soft face rest at his side, cherishing every moment they had together until they were rocked by, to their grand surprise, two little high pitched voices calling for their attention.

The day of the delivery, Rhaegar refused to leave Ned’s side. Palms pressed together as the labor started. They encountered several complications but yet here they were. They. Twins there were, to the men’s surprise. Two little blonde figures, dragon's blood pulsing through their veins, much like their father. The room was calm as the little ones were cradled in their fathers’ loving arms.

“What should we name them?”

Rhaegar smiled, contemplating the two little swollen, sleeping faces. They had discussed that a lot, unable to choose between two names they loved much. Maybe fate did things well.

“Since we couldn’t decide… Why not use both?”

Ned observed the soft faces laying in their arms, unsure.

“That would fit for little Targaryen?”, he questioned, eyes raised toward Rhaegar who looked confident, like he always did.

“I’m sure it will.”

A smile appeared on the Stark’s lips as his face met the little foreheads.

“Jon and Robb, it shall be then.”