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Brothers In Arms

Part 9: Spinning Around

Summary: After hearing about the events in Boston, you come to a decision about your future…

Warnings: Bad language, violence, smut (NSFW) 18+

Pairing: MOB Ransom Drysdale x Reader. Mentions of MOB Steve Rogers x Reader.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any of the characters contained within this series bar the Reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. I do not give permission for this to be translated and/or reposted on any other platforms. Reblogs are fine: Sharing is caring.

By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Here we are, the penultimate chapter. Eeeek. thanks to @spectre-posts as always.

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Part 8

W/C: 6k

It wasn't long before you'd made it back to your brother. Natasha drove and you were thankful, as the entire way to the hospital your mind was distracted. Your thoughts remained on Ransom and the situation you were in.

You’d decided to call him yourself and tell him Ari was awake, instead of asking Natasha do it. It felt more real that way. And also, if you were honest, a part of you wanted to hear his voice.

You hadn’t been prepared, however, for the fact that the first thing he’d basically asked when you’d called was if there was something wrong with you or the baby. It was something you’d seen and heard other expectant fathers ask their pregnant partners when they called, and it had made you feel all sorts of emotions.

You still didn’t know what you were going to do about the baby. Your heart and mind were so conflicted, not only over that but Ransom. It all made your head hurt when you thought about it.

Setting foot into your brother's room, you noticed that there was a crowd. Ari in bed; looking more colorful than when you'd left him, Sam, Kebede and Max all stood round. Their words were in a hushed tone as they conversed. Silence began the moment you appeared in the doorway.

“What…what’s going on?” You asked, dropping the bag of Ari’s belongings onto one of the free chairs as Natasha hung back a little. She then excused herself as her phone rang, ducking out to answer.

"There's been a development," Ari spoke with zero emotion, as if he were back on the job.

You felt flushed from the inside out, heat coursing through you in a panic you hadn't yet identified. You felt your stomach knot as you asked, "what do you mean?"

"Walt's dead, Steve's dead and Ransom has been stabbed," Ari looked at you and no one else as he answered. He wanted you to know there was not one iota of mistruth in what he told you.

You blinked, “what…Walt? I…” and then your brain registered what else he had said, and your stomach stopped. “Ran…he’s…is he okay?”

Sammy stepped forward to catch you as you started to wobble, "sit down, love."

"I don't know," Ari admitted.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.” You looked at Ari, “what…what happened?”

"I called and when he answered he was in bad shape," your brother, again, replied stoically. "He asked for help, then the line went dead.

“But you got him help, right?”

"If they got to him in time," he nodded. "I haven't heard either way."

Your eyes filled with tears, and you were about to give your brother a full verbal lashing for his blasé attitude but you stopped yourself. Ari was angry about what Ransom did to you and what had happened to him. And deep down you knew he had every right to be.

But that didn’t stop you worrying about Ransom. Because despite everything, you still loved him.

“Harlan found him.”

You turned to look at Natasha, who waved her phone in explanation as she stepped into the room. “He’s lost a lot of blood but he’s alive.”

Your chest shuddered as the breath you held let go. Your left hand covered your mouth while your right clutched your chest, just over your heart. "I need to go, now. The fastest you can get me there," you looked only at Natasha. If you'd looked at your brother, you knew already the look on his face would be of sad eyes and disappointment. He'd try to delay your exit possibly only to talk you out of leaving in his mind.

Natasha nodded, “Harlan suspected you might say that. His private jet is on the way.”

You stood slowly and began to walk forward, one foot out the threshold when Ari stopped you.

"Y/N," he spoke. When you turned to face him, he spoke again, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

You took a deep breath and shook your head, a tear trickling down your cheek. “I don’t know what I want, but I need to see him, Ari. I still love him. I’m not asking you for permission, or for you to understand because fuck knows I don’t understand it myself. But I need to go.”

"Alright," he nodded. Ari looked to Max, "get her there safe. Then get back here so we can figure out how to clean this shit up. If he survives, that bastard owes me the rest of his life."

"Sure thing, boss," Max spoke with his gravely East Coast accent. He turned toward you and Natasha, with a single nod, and Nat began to follow. You took a final glance at your brother.

"Thank you," you whispered. Ari nodded and you were beyond the threshold.

*****

Less than three hours later you were touching down in Boston. A car was waiting for you and Natasha, and she gently ushered you over the tarmac of the private air field towards it, Max casting a watchful eye from the top of the steps.

A familiar face was waiting for you in the driver’s seat.

“Carter…” it was almost a relief to see his face.

"Doll," he nodded at you.

"How's..." you began but Carter interrupted you as Natasha slid in beside you.

“He’s in a bad way, but being cared for by the best.” Carter swallowed. “I’m under instructions to take you straight to the house.”

“The house, is he not…”

“He’s being cared for by Doctors at Harlan’s mansion. We couldn’t call the authorities…too many questions.”

You had a few questions of your own, especially now you’d had an entire flight to sit and think about them.

“What happened? I know Steve stabbed him, but what…”

“Mr Thrombey has asked that I let him explain. He’s waiting for you, I’m under instructions to send you to see him before you see Ransom.”

"No, I want to see Ransom first, Carter," your voice held a pleading tone.

"Harlan first." Carter said firmly. He wasn't about to negotiate.

“Why does everyone in this damned family get off on pushing me around?” You grumbled.

Natasha caught your under-breath comment and smirked, "it keeps their dicks bigger. Mobsters lose control, they lose their rights."

You glanced at her, and she gave you a small smile as you scoffed.

The drive to Harlan’s was a familiar one, you’d been plenty of times before. Soon, Carter was pulling the car up to the front of the house. You didn’t even wait for it to stop before you opened the door to let yourself out.

"She's eager," Carter joked with Natasha as you left the door open.

Fran, Harlan's housemaid, thew open the door just as you reached for the handle. "He's in his study," she directed you.

You nodded, walking down the hall, ignoring both Ransom’s mother and father as your sneakers squeaked on the well-polished tiles. The mahogany doors were heavy as you pushed both open with your palms flat on their surface. You didn't even bother knocking, and frankly, you didn't give a shit. You wanted the answers you were seeking and you wanted to see Ransom.

Harlan wasn’t surprised to see you, he was stood by the window, clearly having seen you arrive.

“Y/N.” He gave you a soft smile.

“Where’s Ransom?” Your voice was quiet.

"He's upstairs," the oldest Thrombey said with softness. "You can see him in a moment, if you choose to after we talk. Have a seat."

"I'd rather stand," you stood your ground.

"Alright," he nodded.

You took a deep breath, waiting for Harlan to explain.

“The feud between Ransom and Steve, the one which you were regrettably caught in the middle of. It was started by Walt.”

You felt your jaw go slack as your brows furrowed and eyes squinted. "What?"

“Walter ordered the hit that went wrong. He’s the reason Peggy is dead and the reason Steve…well…” he trailed off.

“You know?” You whispered.

Harlan nodded. “Ari came to me, not long after it happened.”

“I know, I just wasn’t sure if he told you everything.”

Harlan took a deep breath as you licked your lips.

"Why am I just hearing this?" You shook your head, "So much could have been...I could..."

"Unfortunately, this is how these things play out. It's pathetic really. Cliché dramas that sometimes translate from screen to life." Harlan’s tone was gentle. A little like you found the man himself to be, despite the fact he was a ruthless mob boss. “That and I didn’t know.” Harlan shook his head. “‘None of us did, not until photos of Walt meeting with Rumlow emerged.”

“Photos?”

Harlan nodded. “Copies were sent to both your brother and Ransom.”

"Who took them?"

“No idea.” Harlan shrugged. “And I don’t think it matters much. Not now. Steve got his revenge, and then Ransom got his.”

Harlan studied you for a moment as you took the entire situation in. He watched as your face screwed up a little and you pinched the bridge of your nose, a desperate attempt to keep yourself from crying. Almost as if you didn’t want to give into the jumble of emotions you were feeling. Like you didn’t want to show weakness, or admit to anyone other than yourself that you cared what had happened to either of them.

But he knew you did, because you were here.

To Harlan, it was no wonder Ransom had fallen for you the way he had. You took crap from no one, but yet underneath it all, you were an incredibly kind hearted and loving person. You rounded off Ransom’s gruff and rough edges perfectly. And, as he stood there now, watching you in his study, it struck the older man exactly how much you reminded him of someone he knew extremely well, and missed every single day.

You looked to him after a moment or two and wondered about the expression on his face. It was like he was somewhere else, but not quite, caught in a memory almost. And as you watched, a soft smile spread across his face.

“Forgive me, but you’re a lot like Ransom’s mother, you know. Fierce, strong, independent. Well, she was until Rogers sucked it out of her. God I hated him. Cruel twist of fate really that the boys looked so much like him. Steve is…was his double, and well, apart from Ransom’s hair colour, he is too.”

At that you frowned, “their hair colour?”

“Steve is…was blonde, Ransom isn’t.”

You frowned. “Steve…had different hair colour?”

Harlan nodded.

Your frown deepened. You’d done everything you could to push that night from your mind. But…how could you have not noticed? You swallowed as you tried and tried to remember. The bathroom had been dimly lit, it wasn’t like you’d really had chance to look at his hair either…but then you shook your head.

“That’s not possible.” You looked at Harlan, “they’re identical twins!”

Harlan gave you a curious glance, “they’re not identical, Honey. They’re fraternal. Or they were. I mean, they did look ridiculously alike, but there are subtle differences, the hair colour being one, and then there’s a slight height difference, not much but…”

You swallowed, again zoning out of the conversation as the impact of Harlan’s revelation hit you.

You had come to terms with the fact that you would never know for sure who was your baby’s father. A paternity test for identical twins would mean shit, as they had identical DNA. But fraternal ones however, did not. And now, you were fast realising that there was a way for you to find out if the baby you were carrying belonged to Ransom.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Harlan’s voice cut through the fog and you looked at him, nodding.

Your face felt void of emotion but your mind and heart were overflowing in competitive thoughts, "is he going to live?"

“Yes,” Harlan nodded. “He's battered and bruised, lost a lot of blood but they've patched him up. Unlike your brother, his spleen remains in act and nothing else was damaged apart from some muscle in his rib cage.”

The shaky breath you inhaled opened up your emotions for your eyes to flood, "I want to see him."

Harlan nodded. “He’s sleeping at the moment, still undergoing the blood transfusion, but he’ll be glad to see you. I haven’t mentioned you were coming in case you changed your mind.”

"Where?"

"Upstairs, the guest room to the left after the landing," he softly spoke. “The one the pair of you usually, well, did usually stay in.”

"Thank you," you whispered. You'd only just stood when Harlan spoke your name. You waited for him to continue.

"Ransom has not made the best choices," he sighed, "but despite the unbearable act he's done to you, I know he loves you. I'm not trying to sway a decision for you, my dear. I only speak my truths with those I care for and you, no matter what, will always be a part of this family."

You swallowed, nodding as you licked your lips. “I…I still love him too, Harlan, but what I don’t know is whether if that’s gonna be enough, not after all this.”

Harlan seemed to have had an understanding for he only nodded once, dismissing you to go. So, with a deep breath, you headed up the grandiose staircase and turned to the left. You stopped at the cracked open door and closed your eyes. Your hands were shaking and your throat felt dry. Your eyes stung with salty tears but you took a steeling breath anyway and slowly cracked the door open enough for you to step in.

Looking small, feeble even, with his complexion pale, Ransom looked anaemic already. There was a canula under his nose along with a half full bag of blood which was being administered via IV into the back of his left hand. His body was covered by blankets and you stopped halfway between the door and the foot of the large bed, listening to the beeps and bleeps of the heart monitor.

His hair was out of place only a little, cuts and bruises, even dried blood was still visible and the sight worried and scared you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and closed the space between he and you. There was already a chair on his left side, presumably from Linda, whom no doubt had sat there to at least show face and play the part of worried mother so those on staff and the goons in and out of the house would buy into it. You didn't, not really.

You took a seat at his right side and glanced down at your shaking hands. They felt cold even by your own touch. Worrying them in your lap, you slowly looked up, your eyes roaming over your former lover and fiancé.

As you sat there you tried to figure out why had Ransom not corrected you when you’d said there could be no way to know which one of the brothers had fathered your unborn child.

Why would he lie? The only plausible reason you could think of was that he didn’t want to know, and he didn’t want you to know either. Was this some cruel attempt to keep control of you?

“If you keep it…I’ll support you. I’ll do whatever, be as involved as a father or as not involved as you want, but you’ll want for nothing. Either of you. Whatever you decide…”

Whatever you decide…

“Oh, Ran…” you sniffed, your hand reached for his right. You gently held it, your thumb skating softly over his bruises and split knuckles as you looked at his face. “This is such a fucking mess.”

*****

The beeping of his alarm was most certainly not welcome. Ransom was too warm, too comfortable.

There was a sleep laden grumble that wanted to force its way out of his throat but instead he grunted and slung his arm out to shut the damn thing off on his phone.

But his phone wasn’t there.

Odd.

Nevertheless, the noise stopped and he turned himself over onto his other side, and felt the tickle of hair on his face.

He cracked an eye open, in surprise more than anything. You were here. Back in his bed. After everything…

His brow twitched downward and his chest tightened a bit. He sat up onto his elbow and took you in fully.

You were led on your side, back to him, the bed covers pulled up to your chin. Your features soft as you slept.

His hand reached out to run a knuckle over your cheek but he stopped. What if he touched you and you melted away? What if he touched you and you just vanished. But he had to know. So, he curled his first and fingers, delicately dragging them over your cheekbone towards your ear and down your jaw. You were real, you were there. He knew so now, his fingers over your soft skin. So kept going, slowly down your neck, pulling back that bedding just a bit.

His hand paused at the crook of your shoulder, before it carried on, slipping underneath the comforter. He traced a line down your ribs, your naked body felt just as he remembered.

His heart filled with so many emotions. And those very emotions tickled his nose and made his eyes pool. His hand now opened wide and splayed over your little swollen belly.

The second his palm came to rest over the life which was growing inside of you, a long breath left his nose. It relaxed his chest and dropped his shoulders.

You stirred a little, your nose twitching in that adorable way it did when you were someplace between sleep and consciousness.

His thumb swept up and down over your skin. His eyes flicked between your face and what he was doing. His mind whirring.

How did he get to this? How was this possible? Did he die and now this is his purgatory?

A soft sigh left you as Ransom shuffled and snuggled into you as closely as he could get. He pressed his lips to your bare shoulder, inhaling deeply.

"Hi...." you whispered as your arm covered his as it wrapped over you.

“Hi, Princess…”

"You been up long?"

“No,” his lips brushed your skin again. “Just woke…”

You hummed a little smile.

“I love you.” He whispered, his lips moving to your neck.

"We love you too."

His lips curved into a smile against your skin before he sniffed. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

You were caught off guard by the comment, "why wouldn't I be?" You turned your body towards him a little more so as not to crane your neck so hard.

“Because I’m a no good, son of a bitch who treat you like shit.”

"What? Did you have a bad dream or something?" You grew concerned. "Ransom, are you okay?"

That was when he noticed it, the sparkle and twinkle on your left hand.

“I…I…I don’t know.” He whispered.

You turned completely over, "hey," you cupped his cheek with your left hand, "whatever it is, it's okay. I'm here, baby. You can tell me."

He sighed, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter…I have a feeling I’m dreaming now and…I just wanna stay here with you for as long as possible.”

You smiled warmly with a slight shake of your head. "Oh Ran...."

“I love you…and I’m so sorry…” he sniffed, as he pressed his lips to yours.

He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him. It had been so long since ha had last kissed you.

You pulled back just a breath's distance, "I don't know," you kissed him, "what you're sorry for," your lips ghosted his. "But I love you too." You kissed him one more time, "soon we won't get mornings like this."

“Let’s make the most of it…” he whispered, his lips back on yours as his hand cupped your cheek.

He felt you shiver a bit as you hummed at his touch.

His lips never left yours as he eased himself over you, a little more, his hand sliding down your body and coming to rest at your hip.

He gave his baby in your belly enough space as he held himself up with his free arm. That hand at your hip gently rubbed along your skin as he moved down your thigh. His strong hand curled under knee and lifted your leg over his hip, opening you up for him.

You sighed, your nails running lightly up his back, coming to rest in the shorter strands of his hair at the back. Your eyes met his, and he saw nothing but love. A stark contrast to the fear and hurt he had seen in them the last time you’d been under him.

"I love you so much," he whispered with tears in his eyes. "Forgive me, baby, please forgive me." He whimpered as he bent to kiss you again, "I'm so sorry." His final apology was spoke against your lips. And whilst he kissed you, he slipped into you.

He choked a little as your body responded to him. Your leg hooked round him, heel digging into his ass. Your head sank further into the pillows, leaving your neck bare for him to lavish affection on with his mouth and tongue.

You were made for him.

How could he have ever hurt you the way he had? Why had he ever doubted you? He was disgusted. Ashamed.

Walt hadn’t made him do that to you. Neither had Steve. He did it himself. Blinded by the hurt and anger, he’d brutally fucked you, despite you asking him not to.

Ransom knew this wasn’t real. Each thrust and roll of his hips was ecstasy but he knew, it was all in his head.

Or he was dead, and this was his new forever.

Either way, he didn’t want it to end.

There was a sharp pain in his side, one which made him hiss and close his eyes in discomfort. And when he opened them, your features were blurring, as if he was seeing them through a dirty window.

“No, please…don’t…don’t go…” he begged.

You opened your mouth, his name a whisper, your voice soft and faraway.

And then there was that damned alarm again. A persistent, annoying fucking beeping.

*****

Your eyes looked to the monitor as Ransom's heart rate had sped up. It worried you, your hand squeezing his.

“Ransom…” you spoke, your voice croaky. “Ran…”

"You came," he said hoarsely. Then he flinched as that searing pain came again.

“Yeah…” you squeezed his hand again, your heart thudding at the fact he was awake. “I did.”

“I didn’t…didn’t know if you would.” His speech was slow, quiet and you took a deep breath.

“Just take a moment, let me go find the doctor. I’m assuming he or she is around somewhere.”

His hand squeezed around yours, a silent plea for you to stay.

"I'll be right back, I promise."

You quickly headed out into the landing and called out for anyone. Fran immediately appeared from one of the other bedrooms and you looked at her.

“He’s awake…and he’s in a lot of pain.”

She nodded, “the doctor is in with Harlan, Linda and Richard, I’ll go get him.”

You nodded and return to Ransom's side. You knew a conversation needed to be had, but you weren't about to have it when doctors, and most likely his parents, were about to barge in.

"It'll be just a minute," you told him.

He nodded and lay back, his eyes closing.

“Can’t believe the cunt stabbed me.” He grumbled.

“Yeah, well, you killed him so…I’d say you came out on top.” You swallowed as you looked at your hand where it still held his.

The doctor and, as you predicted, Linda and Richard came in quickly. His mother gave you a jerk of her head, but Richard barely registered your existence not that you cared. You’d never given much of a shit about either of them to be honest.

You went to move from the chair to give them space. But Ransom's hold on your hand remained. You weren't going anywhere. You looked at him, squeezing right back, "It's okay."

You glanced up at the doctor, he wasn’t someone you recognised but it didn’t surprise you. The Thrombey firm had many a professional on its payroll, all of whom were willing to look the other way for backhanders.

You zoned out as he began to talk, instead your eyes simply focussed on your hand which was wrapped around Ransom’s battered one.

You inspected his knuckles, the bruises and the cuts that were raw and still covered with dried blood. In fact, you'd noticed that most of his still had some remnants of the blood bath he no doubt endured with his brother. You barely registered the doctor working on him and stepping away.

It was all a blur.

But what broke through was the stern tone he had with Linda when he told them to go. Your glance shot up from his hand to his face. That busted lip moved as he spoke again.

"I want to talk to Y/N, alone. I don't need the two of you squabbling and worrying with your bullshit feelings right now."

Linda took a deep breath. “Son, we’re just…it’s a big shock. You, here like this. Steve…Steve dead…”

"Go, Linda." He demanded.

“Ransom…” Harlan spoke from the door, his voice soft but stern.

Ransom groaned, “I’m sorry mom, but please. Go. I’ll see you in the morning.”

"Alright," she relented. Richard waled her out, his hands on her forearms. Harlan gave the two of you a nod and walked away.

Just before the doctor made his last check on Ransom, he spoke, "These won't take long to kick in. So, just so you're aware, you may nod off."

Ransom nodded.

Once the doctor was gone, you took a deep breath and turned back to him. You didn't know how to start, and maybe he didn't either. But the conversation needed to be had. So you started with the obvious. "Why?"

"It had to be done," he simply stated as if there were no other choice. "Walt and Steve both deserved it. This could have all been avoided." He settled himself with a wince. "Walt's wrecklessness caused a war. No matter what happens between you and I, I couldn't let Steve get away with what he'd done to you. I told Ari I’d kill him. And I did.”

“But I don’t understand, why did Walt arrange the hit in the first place?”

“Apparently he wanted the head seat and if he could frame me for Steve’s death it would lead the way. But…I don’t know, the more I think about it, the more I can’t understand it myself. But then Walt never was the sharpest tool in the box.”

"So this was over a seriously bent ego and power struggle?" You were deeply frowning as you registered Ransom’s explanation.

“That’s what Walt explained before Steve put a bullet in his head.”

You sighed. It hurt to think about all the logistics and how much damage was caused. How confusing even the smallest details were because of one man's jealousy. It trickled so far down the line that it had even affected you. Ari had become a target, he'd nearly died. And that assessment didn't even include what had happened to you. How Ransom had treated you, what he'd done to you. It was a lot to take in. But you had to press on, "And Steve? How..."

Ransom sighed, and looked up at the ceiling. “He…he figured it out. That you’re pregnant.” Ransom blinked heavily as he looked back to you. “When he stabbed me, he said he’d find you, and take you and the baby…and if it was the last thing I did, I wasn’t gonna let that happen. So I shot him. Same way be shot Walt, right between the eyes.”

You swallowed as Ransom took a deep breath, wincing a little as he did.

“And I don’t regret it. What I do regret is the fact I hurt you, that I…I forced myself on you the way I did. I should have listened and believed you…and I’ll never forgive myself.”

You bowed your head and sighed. Your words stuck to your tongue like glue on a paper. You weakly nodded and lifted your eyes to meet his.

“I know, we never really talked about kids, I just thought it would be something we figured out together along the way. But…I meant what I said.” Ransom licked his lips, “I’ll support you in anyway that you want or need. I’m not expecting you to forgive me for what I did. I don’t expect you to take me back. But, if you wanna keep the baby, I’ll be there for you both.

“Even if it isn’t yours?” You asked softly.

As his eyes looked at yours, he blinked slowly. “You know, don’t you? About me and Steve, how we’re not…”

You nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?.”

Ransom licked his lips. “I was scared…” He took a deep breath, a grimace on his face. “I should have, but…I was scared that if you knew, you’d want to find out…and then I’d…I don’t know, if I could could…” he shook his head, “So, instead, whilst I still had hope that one day you could forgive me, then…I guess I didn’t want to know. Because whilst I didn’t for sure, then there would be a chance it is mine and for that reason alone I’d be able to love it like it is. But I see…you have a right to. That was wrong of me, and I’m sorry.”

In that split second, as you looked at his battered and bruised face, his eyes filled with remorseful tears, you suddenly realised there and what you wanted.

You didn’t truly understand why, after everything that happened but you did. You loved him, and the simple fact was you’d never love another in the same way. So, if Ransom was willing to go through life bringing up and loving you and your child, a child that may or may not be his, then who were you to stop him? Why would you deny your child a father? And why would you deny yourself the love of a man who you still loved with all your heart.

You didn’t need to know and, moreover, you didn’t want to know. It might be an ultimately selfish decision, but seeing as there hadn’t been a single thing in the shit show that had been your life for the last two months or so that you had been able to control, you were taking this one for yourself.

“I wanna keep it,” you spoke softly. “You’re right, the likelihood is that it is yours. And that’s…that’s good enough for me, if it is for you…”

“Y/N…” Ransom let out a little choked sob, and you sniffed, shushing him gently.

“I want you to be a part of its life.” You took his hand and kissed his knuckles, “and I want you to be a part of my life, too.”

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I'm Not The Only One

Summary: You and Steve hate each other. He sees your boyfriend cheat on you. Will you believe him?

Word Count: 2316

Note: Not revised. This was an idea I got while listening to Sam Smith.

Your best friend was Eddie Munson and he had introduced you to the group when you moved back to Hawkins the summer after he graduated. Eddie spent so much time with his friends, especially Dustin that you grew close to him as well. You assume this is where the hatred from Steve started.

Steve would often hear your name so much it started to piss him off. First it was simple things such as Max or Nancy skipping out on group hangouts to go to the mall or a concert with you. Then it was his two closest friends Robin and Dustin who would go to you for things instead of Steve. It started with Robin: “Sorry Steve, Y/N is actually giving me a ride” after a shift. Then came Dustin: “I’m going to ask for Y/N’s opinion” on his outfit for a school dance or a date. Steve felt he was slowly getting replaced. With his lack of parents and his growing insecurities, Steve could feel himself isolating and becoming lonely. Soon, he would start flaking on group activities too and stop offering rides to his friends.

Everyone noticed but no one knew how to bring up Steve’s absence. He would ignore their phone calls and door visits. He would be “too busy” at work to talk to Robin about it. He would somehow always be “unloading boxes” or “doing inventory” in the backroom when the kids would appear.

The group then decided to have a little meeting to see what they should do about it. It was when you suggested that maybe you should go talk to him about it, that the group started piecing together your new presence in the group coincided with his new absence. After much bickering from both Wheelers about how this seemed like a bad idea, you decided to just do it anyway.

So here you were, knocking for a third time on Steve Harrington's door. Eddie, Dustin, Robin, Lucas, and Max decided to “hide out” in Eddie’s van across the street to watch. You could definitely see them from the front door and so would Steve if he ever answered. You started getting impatient with Steve. His car was clearly in the driveway and you could hear the sound of a tv through the door.

“Steve, I know you’re in there. I can hear you.” You shouted. “If you don’t want to answer the door, I’ll just say my piece through the door.” You waited a few seconds. No reply. “Okay then, well we’re all worried about you. If me or any of the others did something to upset you, we’d like to know so we could fix it. I offered to come and speak with you because we all agreed ever since I joined the group, you’ve been off. If I’ve offended you or hurt you, I’d like to talk about it.”

The door suddenly opens and Steve’s looking as cozy and handsome as ever. Was he always this pretty? “H-hi Ste-” Your stuttering is cut short by Steve’s glaring and stern voice.

“I don’t want to speak with you.” He looks over your shoulder and can see Eddie’s van with several heads poking through the windows. “You can tell them that too. You know, since you’re this great, amazing, wonderful person. They clearly don’t need me anymore since they have you. Miss perfect.” He scoffs.

“Stev-” You attempt to stop him to ask what the hell is going on.

“Just go. Honestly, just get out of Hawkins. Go back to wherever the hell you came from and leave us alone. More importantly, leave me alone.” And with that the door slams in your face, leaving you in a blanket of embarrassment and anger. That was the start of your hatred for Steve.

A few years had gone by, the kids now seniors in high school. You’d met them when they were soon to be sophomores. Steve had integrated back into the group when you dialed back on your involvement. You’d often still hang out with Max or Lucas, and of course Eddie. But you started declining solo hangouts with Robin or Dustin and sometimes Nancy. Steve didn’t want to believe or think he was only useful now that you were out of the picture, well partially, but he appreciated it. It definitely helped with the loneliness too.

Over the last two years, anytime you’d see Steve, you’d just roll your eyes and keep your snarky comments to yourself (and Eddie who’d just chuckle and shake his head). Steve wasn’t as professional as you were though. He’d “accidentally” bump into you causing you to stumble, not enough to where you’d fall or seriously hurt yourself but enough to irk you and distract from whatever task you were doing. If you are at movie nights, he’d steal the entire bowl of popcorn or take the last slice of pizza or be super obnoxious by licking the top of the soda bottle so you (or anyone else) could have some. Of course Eddie would defend your honor and tell Steve to lay off and share his snacks with you, but it started to become too much. And there was the name calling: you forgot what time a hangout was? You’re dumb. You got over excited about a new song or movie? You’re a dork. You were too scared to go into a haunted house? You’re lame. So ultimately you started pulling back from the group even more.

This led you to seek friends in other places. That’s how you met Matt. Friend turned boyfriend. You’d met while on a solo trip to the arcade. He’d noticed you were playing Pac-Man alone and offered to play with you. You’d spent the entire night playing games and shared a basket of fries and chicken tenders. After exchanging phone numbers, you’d promise to see each other again.

A few weeks later, you’d walked hand in hand into Family Video, all smiles as you searched the racks of movies.

“Who the hell is that?” Steve leaned his elbows onto the counter, watching you and Matt. “She’s got a boyfriend? Since when?”

“They’ve been dating for like a month, you dingus. I’d think you’d realize that since she’s been spending less time with us.” Robin laughed quietly.

“Surprised anyone would want to date her, since she’s a witch.” Steve smiled at a customer who approached the counter. As he made small talk and rang the man up, you and Matt separated so you could go talk to Robin. Matt continued to scan the shelves, finding something you both might like.

“Hey girly,” you smiled at Robin. “How’s work?”

“Better now that you’re here.” She winked, both of you chuckling. “How are things with Matt?”

“Good, good. We’re having a movie night at his place.” You smiled and looked over to Steve. “What are you staring at?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He laughed and threw his hands up in surrender. “You know, you might like this movie here. Since you starred in it and everything.” He handed you a copy of The Wizard of Oz.

You rolled your eyes, quick to respond. “You’re in it too ya know? You must have made a lot of money playing three roles. No heart, no brain, and a coward. I guess it didn’t take much to play those roles.”

“She got you there, Steve.” Robin laughed.

“Matt, I’m going to wait outside.” You called.

“Okay babe, I’m almost done choosing.” He smiled, grabbing a copy of Grease. “Hey man, just this one.” He handed it to Steve.

“Sure thing.” He sighed and rang Matt up. Steve watched as Matt made his way out to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and walking to his car. Steve scowled while Robin snickered. “What’s funny?”

“Oh dude, you’re so jealous.” Robin hopped onto the counter. “You like Y/N.”

“Absolutely not.” Steve faked a gag. “She’s the worst.”

“Why do you hate her so much? She literally never did anything.” Robin kicked Steve’s hip with her foot.

“She tried to replace me!” He argued.

“She did not. She had just moved here and her only friend was Eddie. She just wanted to make friends. You,” She kicked his butt cheek as he turned to leave from behind the counter. “Got jealous and blew up on her.”

“Did not.”

“Did too. And now you like her.” Robin hopped off the counter. “You try to hide it by being mean to her but you really like her.” She starts to make kissing noises. “You’re such a cliche Harrington.”

“Am not.” He tosses a rag toward her. “And I don’t like her.”

To say this night was a mess was a huge understatement. Not only had Steve’s comments actually hurt, but Matt was acting completely like Danny Zuko. You’d been watching Grease on his couch, snuggled under a blanket, when he tried to pull a move like Danny did to Sandy. You’d declined because you wanted to just watch the movie but he insisted. Then he made you feel guilty about not kissing him yet. You hadn’t had a serious kiss before and wanted to wait a bit. Your first kiss was with Eddie, a friendship pact to kiss each other and get it over with before you both turned 18. It was not good and you’d both laughed while it was happening. Now that you were looking to get serious with someone, you wanted a good first kiss redo.

The night had ended abruptly after you rushed off the couch and told Matt you’d see him later. You promised to call him when you got home. That call was not answered on his end.

You tried calling him several times over the weekend but they all went unanswered. Had you messed up? No, he messed up. He was the one behaving like an idiot. You decided you’d go to his house and squash this entire thing Monday night after your morning shift.

What you hadn’t known was that he’d been preoccupied all weekend with his ex girlfriend Annalise.

“You’re just trying to hurt Y/N. That didn’t happen Steve. It’s not funny.” Robin rolled her eyes.

“I’m not Robin! I saw him. He had his arm wrapped around this girl that was not Y/N!” Steve followed her around the store as she reshelved returned tapes. “His tongue was down her throat. I swear.”

“How do you even know it was Matt?” She turned to face him, jumping when she realized just how close he was.

“He had on that stupid sweater vest and that lame haircut. I know it was him. Now you have to call Y/N and tell her.” He urged.

“Why don’t you call and tell her yourself?” Robin shrugged. “You actually saw them.”

“She’ll believe you. She’ll never trust my word.” Steve pleaded. “Please, you have to tell her.” He grabbed the movie from her. “Please.” He whispered.

“I love Y/N but Steve, I didn’t see it and I don’t want to speak about something I don’t know about. Maybe ask Eddie to talk to her.” Robin snatched the movie back from Steve.

“If I tell Eddie, we’ll both be forced to kick this guy’s ass. I’d like to avoid going to jail for murder.” Steve sighed. “Please just talk to Y/N.”

“Talk to me about what?” Your voice carried across the store as their heads snapped to the door. The bell above the door definitely needed to be fixed. How did they not hear you come in? “Cat got your tongue?” You laughed and approached the counter.

“I was just telling Robin that you forgot to return Grease. It was due yesterday.” Steve muttered.

“Actually, it’s under Matt’s name. So he forgot to return it. You can give him a call.” You shrugged. “Not sure if he’ll answer the phone though.” You sighed.

“Well, what brings you in?” Steve asked nervously. There was no normal tone of annoyance or snarkiness laced in his words. You raised an eyebrow.

“Was just looking to speak to Robin actually. Girl problems.” You turn to look for her but she’s nowhere to be found. “Robin? Where’d she go?”

Steve’s just as clueless as you. He clears his throat and steps behind the counter. “So, um… how are things?”

“How are things?” You chuckle. “Why do you care?”

“I’m just trying to make small talk to fill in the awkwardness of this interaction.” He replies honestly. “How’s Matt?”

“I don’t know.” You lean against the counter. “He hasn’t been answering my calls. We kind of had a weird thing happen Friday night. That’s what I came by to ask Robin ab-”

“He’s cheating on you.” Steve blurts.

Your body tenses and you lean off the counter. “What?”

“He’s cheating. I saw him with another girl.”

“That’s not funny, Steve.” You glare at him, eyes narrowing. “You’re always so mean but this is super hurtful.”

“I’m not making a joke Y/N. I saw him!” He steps out from behind the counter as you start to back away. “I wanted to tell you but I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Who else knows? Who else was there?” You ask quietly, tears springing into your eyes.

“Just me.” He sighs. “I was grabbing food after work when I saw-”

“When? What day?”

“Friday night. I thought it wasn’t him because he should’ve been with you.” He steps forward. “But he was wearing that vest with the diamond pattern. The green one. That’s how I remembered him.”

Suddenly, unfortunately, the bell signaling a new customer went off. Both you and Steve jumped at the sound, looking to the door.

“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin shouted as she entered from the back room. Her eyes flickered between Steve and you. You had to get out of there. And you did. Running as fast as possible back to your car.

#steve harrington x reader

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missmouse25 · 2 years

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Good old classic like meeting his parents and brother and nanny?? Maybe showing you around the house and his childhood room, With max f🥺

Hello Anon! ❤️ i will admit that i got very caught up in the 'meeting the family part' , sorry about that. hope you like it regardless! ✨

Part of the Family - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 1245 words (thats a nice number) // no warnings. brothers being brothers, nervous reader, good old fluff

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“Babe, relax, there’s nothing to worry about.”

We drove through the suburb, and every time we passed a house, I wondered if the next one was the one that we’d stop at.

“That’s easy for you to say, they’re your family.”

I felt a hand quickly pat my thigh; I looked away from the window and to Max. He was dressed in his casual clothes but still wore his branded sunglasses – probably because they were the ones that he’d been able to find quickly.

“All you have to do is be yourself,” Max said as the car slowed down. “That’s the reason I fell in love with you.”

The car finally came to a stand-still.

“Are you ready?” Max smiled at me and my heart started to beat faster.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Luckily for me, it was Theo who opened the door and not one of Max’s parents.

“Hey! Good to see you again!” He said, giving me a hug before stepping out of the doorway and inviting us inside.

There were noises and voices from further in the house and it hit me that I was really here. I was really about to meet Max’s family.

“Mum’s in the kitchen, and Dad and Sam are somewhere else,” Theo said as he led us.

I felt Max slip his hand into mine as we followed to the kitchen, which made me feel better.

“Theo, is that them?” Mrs Fewtrell’s voice resonated as we stepped into the room.

“Turn around and see for yourself.”

“Hey, don’t talk to Mum like that,” Max chastised his younger brother.

Mrs Fewtrell came to the doorway where we stood. She had the same kind eyes that Max had and the smile on her face was bright. You could tell she loved her family very much.

Max gave her a huge hug. He’d been telling me just earlier that there was nothing like his mum’s hugs – a place that always was inviting, even when he’d done something horrible.

Finally, it was my turn.

“Hello, Mrs Fewtrell, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Oh please, love,” Mrs Fewtrell hugged me next and I instantly understood what Max meant. “Call me Louise. No need for such formalities with us.”

“Mum, we brought some biscuits. Can I just put them on the counter?”

Louise looked between us.

“Now why did you two do that?”

“My mother taught me that you shouldn’t show up to someone’s house empty handed,” I said, hoping that I hadn’t offended them. “So, I baked condensed milk cookies, they’re probably my favourites.”

“They really are very good, Mum,” Max said, now swatting Theo’s hand away from the container.

“They sound delicious!” Louise said with a smile. “We can have them with some tea after our meal.”

Quietly, I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as I had thought it would be.

Meeting the rest of the family was a breeze. Sam, the eldest son was so similar to Max, it made me laugh, and the three brothers were easily amused among themselves. Mr Fewtrell gave me a warm welcome and promised to show me all the embarrassing video’s he had of Max in his younger days. When the Sam and Theo started teasing Max, their dad then threatened to show theirs as well, which promptly shut them all up.

“Come, now, time to eat! We can talk more at the table,” Louise ushered everyone into the dining room, stopping next to me to whisper. “You’d think for how much they love eating that they’d be eager to get to the food.”

I laughed at the truth in her words, thinking of how often Max would come home famished but wouldn’t eat until after he’d showered and asked about my day.

Together we sat at the table, Max next to me with a hand on my leg for comfort, and ate the delicious meal that Louise had prepared for us.

“So, has Max been giving you any trouble?” Sam asked from where he sat opposite me.

The cheeky grin was not lost on either myself nor Max, who threw a singular pea at his brother.

“Boys!” Paul’s voice was not loud but it was firm, and both of them apologised immediately.

“No, no trouble at all,” I said, still amused by the family antics. “Although he did almost forget my birthday.”

All eyes turned to Max who instantly jumped in to defend himself.

“I did not almost forget! The stuff I had planned originally fell through and I had to scramble to get something else!”

“Sure, Max, sure,” Theo teased before ducking as Max held up another pea.

Louise shook her head but was smiling slightly still.

“What have I always said about having backup plans?”

The Fewtrell family murmured their agreement to Louise’s words. I gave Max an apologetic look to which he quickly leant over and kissed my cheek, earning a cacophony of noise from around the table.

“Let me take those,” I said, quickly standing up and lifting the plates off the table.

Paul and Louise shared a look before I followed Louise into the kitchen and put the dishes on the counter

“Thank you, that was such a lovely meal.”

“No need to thank me,” she said. “I’m always happy to feed my family. Speaking of, are your family close by?”

“Sadly not,” I answered, feeling the slight pull in my chest like I always did when thinking about how far I was from them. “It’s just me here. Well, Max is here too I guess.”

“Well.” Louise moved to take my hands in her own. “If you ever need anything, you let us know. I’ll tell Max to give you my number, call me whenever you need me.”

My heart felt full to the brim by her words. My voice caught in my throat as I barely managed a ‘thank you’.

While everyone was waiting for the kettle to boil, Max snuck me upstairs and through the first door on the left.

“Tada, my childhood bedroom. Please don’t judge me.”

The bed was covered with Ferrari themed covers, and amongst the pillows I spotted one well loved teddy bear. There were models of cars and planes on the shelves and trophies from his first karting events. On the notice board above the desk, an old school announcement was pinned into the chalk, next to a photo of a very young Max and Lando.

I looked at everything, taking in all the details. All the things that had made Max the person he was today. Gently, I took this teddy bear off the bed.

“And this little guy?”

Max’s ears and cheeks flushed pink.

“Hmmm, you’ve found Senna-Bear.”

“Senna-Bear? Like…”

Max nodded before I could finish and I giggled.

“He’s very cute.”

I felt Max’s arms sneak around my body and his head on my shoulder.

“He was a good friend to have. A piece of home when we travelled.”

We stood like that for a little while, lost in our own thoughts until a voice called out loudly from downstairs.

“Oi, love birds!” Theo yelled. “Kettle’s boiled!”

“So,” Max said after we had waved goodbye and climbed into his car. “As bad as you thought it’d be?”

I shook my head.

“No, it was great. Your family is amazing. I’d love to be a part of it someday.”

Max smiled widely.

“I’d love that too.”

#honestly #this ended up being much longer than i thought it would be #i think it's the sibling dynamics #i love just having siblings be siblings #hope you liked it Anon ❤️#max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

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gaycrittercentral · 1 year

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So have you thought about the max and Sam vices meeting yet?

Welp, I don’t think it’d be a good thing, that’s for sure! (hi I'm home now and I've been having a lot of fun thinking about this teehee)

I know one thing, if sinful Sam and blissed Max met it’d be really funny and also awful lmao. Like y’all know how bliss Max is, he’d be all maddeningly cheerful and pleasant and sinful Sam would fucking hate that and probably throw him into a wall within seconds of meeting him (*extremely calm, happy-sounding “whee!”*) honestly they make me hope that this is a situation where their normal, non-separated partners are there to prevent a fight and help them out in general, because if not, somebody’s definitely gonna get hurt. Actually it’s more interesting if Hugh Bliss yeeted all the vices out of Max and the virtues out of Sam at the same time just to make things hard for them (and it would also leave the world Blissified for waaaay longer because none of them are going to cooperate easily).

Now let’s see, who makes for interesting interactions…

Temperance and Gluttony would have a pretty short-lived little encounter lmao. Temperance gets about five seconds to approach and be like “Now, Max, you know having that much sugar and carbohydrates at once isn’t good for you—here, I found this healthy snack in aisle 2 that’s much more filling!” And Gluttony’s like “ohhhh you do look like a good snack! Thanks for the offer!” And instantly eats him lmao. Hopefully somebody holding the gastrokinesis talisman gets swallowed later and rescues him hfkdhsjh

Speaking of Temperance, he might be the only one to actually try to put himself and Max back together. Blissed Max and sin Sam both feel kind of free without the missing aspects of their personalities, even though they’d miss them if they had all their wits intact, and all the other virtues and vices are too caught up in doing the extreme of their own thing to worry about coming back together. But extremes are not Temperance’s thing, and it’s freaking him out to be split apart like this, so he’d be all for reuniting everyone. He’d probably try to recruit some of the others to help out, maybe by asking Patience for advice or getting bliss Max on board because he’s just willing to go with the flow no matter what. I’m sure some of the others would also help, like Kindness (to a degree, at least—he doesn’t want to get reunited with the others because he insists he’s got more good works to do) or Charity (who’s very useful if you want him to deliver items or people to various places, you just tell him it’s a gift for someone lmao) and maybe even some of Max’s vices, although most of them seem to just want to do their own thing. I feel like Lust and Greed could be persuaded into going along with the plan if they were promised kisses or riches.

I would feel extremely bad for Sloth if he had to interact with Diligence. That guy sucks. It might be sort of an unstoppable force versus immovable object situation though lmao, he’s like “get up right now we have work to do!! You cannot just lie around all day!!!!” “Sure, whatever. Just gimme five more minutes…” As for why Diligence even wants Sloth to get up and help him, it’s less that he values Sloth’s help and more that he can’t stand seeing people rest for any amount of time eugh. Extreme wet blanket (maybe he springs from the horrible ‘constant productivity’ mentality that capitalism has foisted upon us all, although luckily Sam doesn’t usually seem to struggle with that).

And LMAO I’d love to see Wrath and Patience interact, especially since I established Patience as being inexplicably indestructible. Definitely another unstoppable/immovable situation. Wrath might not care about him initially because he’s sitting still and not very interesting, but the second Patience decides to spout some infuriatingly calm, know-it-all wisdom, he’s made himself a target. Maybe Wrath spends like 20 minutes shooting at him and screaming with no reaction from Patience before he resorts to physical violence instead and just goes to town biting and beating the hell out of him. If he’s really unlucky and gets close enough, Patience might decide to subdue him with a hug, and then he’s just screaming his head off and gnawing on Patience’s arms until he can finally squirm back out. Not sure whether he would just keep trying to kill him because of the challenge or get frustrated and leave to assault somebody a little less bulletproof, but it’d be funny anyhow!

Another interesting one with Wrath would be Kindness, who would probably assume he was having a bad time and try to help him calm down at first, only to of course be shot at immediately. I don’t think the rest of the virtues are bulletproof—that’s just a weird Patience thing—so of course he has to back off, but he might instead try to bring Wrath things to shoot at other than civilians. You know, white collar criminals, unsavory politicians, neonazis, that kind of thing. It’s the same kind of help Kindness always provides; that is to say, it’s technically helpful and kind, at least to someone, but probably morally questionable at the same time. Except for the neonazis. He is objectively correct for that one.

As for the rest of them, obviously there’s no canon versions of Max’s other vices, but I’m sure y’all have seen pikaflute's and lizardtheartist’s excellent interpretations of them! I’m not about to recreate all the same concepts when there’s already such good versions of them out there, so here’s hoping it’s alright with them if I borrow from their ideas just a tad and theorize about what a crossover of all these colorful little guys would look like. (And obviously, @pikaflute and @lizardtheartist, if that’s not cool with y’all just say the word and it’s gone sjfkdlshjklsh. I'm mostly gonna talk abt my guys anyway bc I don't want to step on y'all's toes)

First off, I’m concerned for Envy. I love pikaflute’s idea of him clinging to Sam’s back, but what if this is a world where Hugh Bliss simultaneously ripped out Max’s vices and Sam’s virtues, leaving no whole version of either of them? Then Envy would either have to stick to sin Sam, which I do not recommend at all because his anger management is at an all time low, or he’d have to find a virtue to hang on to. If he gets his pick, I’d recommend Kindness because obviously he’s the most pleasant of them, but Patience also wouldn’t be a bad pick (until Wrath shows up and tries to Thunderdome his ass, of course). I would LOVE to see either of those interactions, tbh. Kindness would be going crazy trying to help him out however he could but not knowing how ;-; oop but I just revisited their concept and saw that Sam showing him kindness is what helps him out so actually that might be a really good match! Idk I’m just a big sucker for the mushy things and Envy’s concept makes me want to squish him like a plushie hfkdhsjhd. Brb I’m gonna go squish my face in my Max plushie instead

Greed and Charity would also be really funny because I feel like they could go in two totally different directions. Like for one thing, Charity could be trying and failing to get Greed to give up his hoard, which would very much sound like a little old grandmother fussing at a fucking dragon. Or on the other hand, since Charity really just wants to give people things and doesn’t seem to mind what they do with them, maybe he just keeps bringing Greed more stuff to throw on the pile lmaoooo. Like as you’re walking around more and more things keep going missing from around the neighborhood and the office is just FULL of all the shit Charity keeps dragging in because “wow he really likes my gifts! That’s awful nice :)” I’m partial to that version if I’m being honest lol

I’m gonna be so real though my favorites are Kindness and Lust and I’m having such a good time thinking of what their interactions with each other’s groups would look like hdjdhjdhd. Kindness is delighted to have multiple of his favorite little guy running around and tries to do something nice for all of them, although the stuff he does may not be nice for bystanders, like catching various criminals just so Wrath can have somebody to shoot at lmao. Maybe he makes Gluttony a nice meal, the effort of which is instantly put to waste when Gluttony swallows it whole and then tries to eat Kindness too. He might bring Greed a nice gift for his hoard or give Sloth a pillow and blanket hehee. But he also has a seventh of his usual brain cells so he keeps getting distracted and running off to help the next Max midway through all of them.

I’d also love to see Kindness interact with lizardtheartist’s version of Pride bc like he’s planning to conquer the world, right? Kindness would be insanely easy to manipulate into helping him with that. He’s just like “oh sure! Anything for my little buddy ^^” and zips off to do whatever fucked up thing Pride asked because sure, he wants to do good deeds and help people but mostly he wants to be kind to every version of his best friend, and that means every single Max vice has total power over him fjdkslgjkslfh. The only thing that would stop him from diligently (lol wrong one) carrying out Pride’s every order is getting distracted by other good deeds to do, especially for the other vices or bliss Max.

Obviously Lust is gonna be thrilled to have more than one Sam around even if some of them aren’t down to do the horizontal tango with him. He’s just like “oh my GOD a million Sams! This is my greatest fantasy!!” A couple of them just turn down his affections immediately, like Diligence bc he’s a dumb workaholic stick in the mud. Or Patience because “there’ll be time later, little buddy.” Humility hides from him because he doesn’t feel worthy of any version of Max. But luckily Lust isn’t completely out of luck—Charity, for example, is happy to give just about anything away, definitely including kisses. Temperance is the embodiment of that DK meme that’s like “you may hit it…ONCE” fjkzjshdjszg. And Kindness is happy to do whatever Lust asks because he LOVES being able to do something nice for someone who actually wants what he’s giving them, but also he’s not great in bed bc he only knows how to give and doesn’t want anything for himself ghhdgsjsg.

And lastly, of course it’d be hysterical to see Lust and Chastity interact. I feel like chastity itself is the act of repressing oneself, but not truly ridding oneself of sexual desire, so you know Chastity still wants some. He absolutely starts sweating buckets the second Lust shows up lmaooo, like he wants Max so bad it makes him not only look stupid, but also feel stupid and ashamed. He is trying so hard to deny it but it’s really fuckin difficult when Lust won’t stop flirting with him. And I feel like Lust can smell that on him the way animals (and probably Max) smell fear, so he’s just poking and prodding and flirting and inching closer until Chastity is genuinely tomato-colored instead of pastel pink. And then I feel like they get found making out in a closet or some shit later and Chastity gets so embarrassed he just squeaks and pops out of existence hdjhdkdhdhsvsn

(also here’s a thing I just thought of now: “Hey chaste me, wanna rub my unicorn?” *Chastity makes a sound outside of the range of human hearing and passes out on the spot*)

And that’s all I got for now! Also to @ar-bi-trary and @gizmo-dgery and @planetlessmoon and pikaflute themself SCREECH thank y'all so much for your sweet tags and thanks again to skeletor for the prompts!!! I have been internally screeching and externally rolling around and kicking my feet in glee at the sight of each and every one of them, god it's so fun to share ideas about these idiotic gay animals heheheheheeee. Also I happen to have another day off tomorrow so maybe I’ll finally get around to drawing these guys then :D ok that's it byeeeee

#also pikaflute if you see this YES ABSOLUTELY YOU MAY HUG ALL OF THEM #not that some of them would like. want to be hugged. but I am their creator and arbiter and I say so #too bad for them lmao #sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #my art #asks #seven heavenly virtues au

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buckysgrace · 7 months

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Kim

Billy was there one second and the next he was gone. The door slammed behind him before anyone else can say anything, the reveal from Rosemary's tongue still lingering in the air. Kim didn't know what to think, how to process that Sam had managed to marry the one woman he shouldn't have. Kim rushed out a second later, snapping out of her thoughts as the panic takes over. By the time she got out the door he was already speeding down the road and she finds herself breaking down into tears. He left. He was gone just like that, without taking her with him.

“He’ll be back,” Max grips her shoulders quickly, her eyes just as wide and stunned as she rocks Kim back and forth, “Don’t worry. He’ll be back.” Max kept telling her that, but Kim had a hard time believing it when there’s no indication that he’s returning. She breathes in harshly, feeling like her mind is just spiraling because her emotions are so out of control suddenly.

She felt dumb. She felt like she should’ve asked more questions, at least demanded that Sam explain who his wife was. She felt like she had led Billy straight into a trap, something that she was even unprepared for. She knew how he felt about Rosemary, about all the hurt and anger he’d gone through. She couldn't imagine what he was feeling right now, what he was going through. She took a second to remind herself that he would be back. He probably just needed to clear his mind.

It took her another minute to control her breathing and wipe her tears away before she finds herself ready to face the storm that awaits her inside. She knew that things were about to spin out of control, end up even messier than before. She feared what Sam would do as he already knew about her and Billy. She came up with two solutions; that he'd force them apart or find out the truth of their relationship. She didn't like either of the options.

She followed Max inside, inhaling sharply as she looked around. She confirmed that there were still walls missing pictures, just to be sure that they hadn't been completely clueless about this situation. Max glanced back at Kim, giving her a soft nod before they approached Sam again. Rosemary was pushing her hands through her hair, looking frustrated and in disbelief. Sam looked even more confused, looking regretful like he'd wished he'd given her more information too.

“Why was he here?” Rosemary demanded, her blue eyes blown wide with tears, “Sam, you didn’t tell me you knew Billy.” Everything is still rushed, the room spinning as Kim tries to comprehend what just happened. Max grips her hand tightly, tugging her back into the room as Sam looks just as confused as everyone else. Kim felt slightly bad for her father and wonders what must be racing through his mind at the moment.

“I didn’t know-,” Sam is at a complete loss, “I didn’t know he was your son.” He speaks genuinely, truthfully. Kim knows that Sam was just as in the dark as everyone else was. The situation is still fuzzy, hazy as everyone tries to work out the same conclusion.

“How did you know him?” Rosemary turned towards them quickly, looking up with remorse in her eyes. Kim stares down at her, noticing how tiny she is in comparison to even Max. She has a youthful appearance and all of Billy’s features stare right back at Kim. She has the same curve in her lips, the same button nose and thick eyelashes. Even her eyebrows are thick and dark.

“Neil was married to our mom,” Max answered seamlessly, looking a little panicked as she spoke, “They divorced but Billy is our stepbrother.” Max glanced at Kim, but then quickly looked straight ahead to keep by her answer. Kim didn’t protest, because she wasn’t sure which situation would be worse. Regardless, one parent would know about her and Billy. She finds herself popping her knuckles suddenly as the anxiety grows inside of her chest.

Kim did her best to ignore the horrified look that Sam sends her way. She gulped back another wave of fresh tears, feeling like everything is suddenly collapsing around her. She breathed in deeply, trying to keep herself under control. She hopes that Sam doesn’t bother to question her and doesn't realize what she’s done. She tried to think of a way to play off Max's words, but there's no getting around it. Sam knew the truth and based on his reaction; he was not happy with it either.

“Whose Neil?” The younger boy, who must be Russell, questions in confusion. He has a dark eyebrow raised as he peers towards Rosemary. She opens her mouth then shuts it again, shaking her head like she can’t handle the conversation at the moment. Kim begins to connect the dots on her own, realizing that Billy really did have a younger sibling. She felt herself growing sick suddenly, understanding that Russell was probably chosen over Billy.

“Billy’s dad,” Max answers a second later, looking a little awkward as she shifts from foot to foot at the look Rosemary sends her. Neil is clearly a touchy subject, not that Kim can blame her for, “He wasn’t very nice.” She answers softly as she turns her gaze down to the floor. Kim stared at the back of Max’s neck, looking at the way her hair touches against her skin so she doesn’t have to meet Sam’s gaze. She feels embarrassed, ashamed in a way that she hasn’t in a long time. She felt a little relieved that Sam wasn't screaming at her, but she knew this conversation wasn't over.

“Oh my God,” Rosemary turns away, hiding her face with her hands as she breaks down into tears. Kim begins to dig her nails into her skin, trying to keep her mind focused on Rosemary instead of the look Sam is still sending her, “Where did he go? We have to go find him.” She said quickly as she turned back to Sam. She craned her neck up towards him as she gripped his biceps, giving him a soft shake as she did her best to convince him.

“He’ll come back,” Sam turned his attention away finally as he looked down at Rosemary with a soft look, “I’m sure of it. We don’t want to freak him out anymore.” He moved his arms around her waist, pulling the tiny blonde into his chest as a way to reassure her. Kim looks away, unsure of how to handle the resentment that is growing inside of her chest. It’s not like Rosemary took any time to look for Billy before. She didn't know what the big deal was now.

“Sam,” Rosemary grips his arms as she stared up at him, “We have to look around or something. What if he never comes back?” She asks the question that Kim has been fearing. Kim struggled to swallow the lump in the back of her throat, moving quickly as she ignored the reassurances that Sam is saying towards Rosemary. She gently walked around Max, keeping her arms around her chest as she made her way back down the hallway.

She walked to her room quickly, hoping that Billy will return any moment. She wondered if he went to the beach or that perhaps he just went to swim to clear his head. She breathed in rapidly, having no idea where Billy would run off to. She could drive around in her car and search for him but had no clue where he'd go. The city was far too large to try and track him down. At the same time, she didn't like the idea of him being alone right now.

“What Max just said about Neil and Susan,” Sam was looking at her in disbelief, following behind her shortly to her room, “That wasn’t true was it?” He looked at her hopeful, as if there was a chance that he’d misheard the whole conversation. She feels herself slumping onto the edge of the bed, her shoulders sagging as if she could hide herself away. Sam’s gaze is harsh, staring at her every movement.

“Uh,” Kim paused as her nails drug across the quilt underneath her. She had been scolded before but never by Sam and in this way. He hadn’t even said anything after he’d caught her drinking last night. She knew this was far worse, “Mom and Neil were divorced.” She lied softly, feeling like she didn’t do a very good job by the sharp way he exhaled. She figured that lying was better than him knowing the truth.

“Jesus Christ,” Sam looked at her in disbelief, shaking his head as if he couldn’t see her right, “Kim, by all legal terms he is your brother.” He drew out sharply, his eyebrows knitted together in horror. Kim chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes feeling more wet than usual. She didn't care about legality.

“I don’t view him like that,” She said quickly, like it would somehow make the situation better, “I love him, and he loves me. You can’t stop me from seeing him.” She told him truthfully, knowing that Sam probably wouldn’t like the answer. He blinked a few times, staying silent as her words sunk in around them.

“I don’t know what to say,” He said at last as he rubbed at his eyes, like he was trying to scrub this image of her away, “This isn’t you.” He tried to tell her, his features relaxing in a remorseful way like he was blaming himself. She grew offended.

“How do you know who I am?” She asked, trying to swallow the lump in the back of her throat, “You’ve been gone for so long. You don’t understand.” She shrugged her shoulders softly, knowing there were so many other things she could try and say. Sam just didn’t get it.

“Understand what?” He asked quickly, looking at her curiously like he still was unable to grasp what could’ve gone wrong. She pushed her fingertips together, then apart before she shook her head. She wasn’t the same person that Sam knew. She didn’t need him in that same manner, not anymore.

“I love Billy,” She said instead, “We’ll leave if that’s such an issue.” She didn’t mean to sound so snippy, but she meant every word. She wouldn’t pretend that everything was alright. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, wondering why she always had to be in such a messy situation with Billy.

“Just, just lower your voice,” He held his hands out, gesturing for her to keep quiet as footsteps raced down the hallway, “This is a mess.” He said softly, more so to himself than to her. She felt her eyebrows knitting together, thinking that they had been fine in Hawkins. Sam had made them move. Even more than that, she didn’t understand why Sam was with someone like Rosemary anyways.

“Why are you even with her?” Kim demanded suddenly, “She left Billy. She abandoned him like he was nothing.” She said at last, tears welling in her eyes as she thought about how long Billy had been hurt over the issue. Rosemary had left Billy to deal with Neil all on his own. It wasn’t fair. She didn't understand Rosemary's past, but it seemed awful to leave one of your children behind in place of the other.

“There are things you don’t understand,” Sam defended hotly, his eyes widening a bit from his tone. He quickly softened after a second thought, “The same way I don’t understand about you two. We’ll deal with this later, okay?” His softer tone surprised her. She felt her eyebrows raising on her forehead, her stance slowly relaxing as she exhaled deeply. She'd take this over fighting again. She paused for a long time, hoping that this situation wouldn't push him over the edge like it had with Susan.

“Are you going to tell her?” She asked at last, tilting her head as she feared what his answer would be. She wondered if she had dragged Billy all the way to San Diego just for them to be forced apart. She wondered if Max would leave with them or if she'd choose Sam.

“No,” Sam gulped hard after a second, a look of guilt crossing his features, “Not yet. Will he even be back?” He asked a little more seriously, looking like he already knew the answer. Kim felt a frown forming on her lips.

“Of course,” Kim answered quickly, “He wouldn’t leave me behind.” She told Sam firmly, hoping that she could reassure herself with her own words. She hoped Billy wouldn’t stay gone long, that he’d return soon.

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Dinner was awkward. Kim wished that she didn’t have to be down there, she had no appetite anyways although it did smell a lot better than anything Susan had ever made. Every time Rosemary opened her mouth to talk; she’d burst into wet, hot tears. Sam was at her side each time, until he finally took her back to their room.

“So,” Russell stabbed the roasted peppers on his plate, “Are you guys excited for school tomorrow?” His blue eyes were wide, curious as he looked at the two of them. Despite everything happening around them, he seemed to be excited still. Kim felt herself slumping over again as she had completely forgotten that she’d be starting school again tomorrow. She felt sick all over anew.

“Oh yes,” Max answered dryly, “I’m sure school will be so much fun.” She grumbled, beginning to pick at her food like she’d lost her appetite too. Kim sighed deeply as a homesick feeling spread through her. She wondered what Billy was doing, if he would return soon. She hoped that he might drop them off on the first day. She pushed her plate forward, unable to sit here any longer as she made her way to her room again. She thought about lying under the covers and just hiding for hours.

“Hey, you okay?” Max asked once she pushed the door to Kim’s room open. Kim shifted her head on the pillow, nodding her head as she stared at the page in front of her again. She had read the same paragraph for what felt like the hundredth time. It still didn’t make any sense.

“Yeah.” Kim said slowly, inhaling through her nostrils and out through her mouth. Sam and Rosemary had yet to appear again. Kim still didn’t feel sorry for Rosemary. She felt bad for Billy, hoping that he didn’t do anything stupid while he was out. She couldn’t imagine how he must’ve felt with it all being sprung on him at once.

“I’m sorry I gave you away,” Max said softly as she curled her little body behind Kim’s. She rested her chin against Kim’s shoulder, linking their fingers together as she spoke, “I panicked.” She mumbled out an excuse. Kim closed her book, not blaming Max for anything that had happened.

“They would’ve found out one way or another,” Kim brushed her off, “It’s not your fault.” She told her seriously. Billy and she would’ve been forced apart anyways if they hadn't found out about Susan and Neil. She supposed it was better to tell the truth than try and feign innocence. At least, she hoped it was. Sam had yet to talk to her again.

“He’s going to come back, isn’t he?” Max asked a few minutes later, confusion laced in her tone. Kim felt a frown forming on her lips, hating that everyone was questioning him. He wouldn’t just leave her; she was sure of it.

“Of course,” Kim answered, looking back at Max worried, “He wouldn’t leave us behind.” She added softly, giving Max’s hand a soft squeeze to reassure her. Max paused for a second before a grin formed over her lips.

“I think you mean you, not us.” Max laughed softly, like it was a fairly obvious statement. Kim felt her eyebrows wrinkling together, thinking that she was silly to deny that Billy wouldn’t have Max tag along with them.

“Billy cares about you,” Kim grinned at her, moving her finger forward to press against Max’s tiny nose, “Whether either of you want to admit it.” Max wrinkled her nose against Kim’s finger before she shook her head, her smile diminishing as she held onto Kim’s arm.

“I feel bad.” She admitted, sighing deeply as she rested against Kim again. Kim pushed her loose strands of hair from her face, hoping that Max didn’t blame herself for anything that had happened.

“I do too.” Kim said softly, unsure of how to drag the conversation out. She lingered on the thought of Billy, feeling sick all over again from how badly she missed him.

“Can we have lunch together? Tomorrow?” Max asked, her features knitted together in worry as the conversation about school was brought up again. It felt like there was a pending doom settling over the two of them. Kim felt herself growing anxious all over again, wondering if any of her old friends would remember her. She doubted it.

“Yeah,” Kim nodded her head in agreement, “We can even eat in the library. They should let us.” She said softly, thinking that she spent a lot of time in there. She couldn’t see that their policies had changed within a year.

“I hated school here.” Max grumbled as she turned over, letting her head rest against one of Kim’s pillows. She sighed against, spreading out her smaller legs as she pondered deeply to herself.

“I know,” Kim said honestly, “I’m sorry you couldn’t stay.” Kim told her, feeling a little worse for Max than herself. She felt a little more upbeat, knowing that she’d at least have Max in school with her this time. Even though they wouldn’t share the same classes.

“I’m sorry you felt like you had to come with me.” Max looked a little nervous as she spoke. She turned towards Kim, gnawing on her bottom lip, like this was somehow all her fault. Kim shook her head, thinking that she was silly.

“Do you think I’d leave you behind?” Kim asked her seriously, wiggling a little closer so she could pull Max closer to her. She dramatically rubbed her cheek against Max’s, earning a soft giggle from the younger girl.

“You could’ve,” Max said softly, “You probably would’ve been happy there.” She shrugged her shoulders as Kim continued to cling to her. Kim laughed softly, unsure of how happy she and Billy would’ve been with having to constantly sneak around in Hawkins.

“There’s nothing in Hawkins, well other than mom,” Kim paused for a moment, “I would’ve only stayed for you or Billy. Now you’re both here with me.” She said, doing her best to sound a little more upbeat. She’d miss Addi, but she thought that they could still keep in contact with one another. Maybe Addi could come and visit during the holidays.

“Unless he went back,” Max replied slowly, like she was testing how Kim would react, “Do you think he’d go back to live near Neil?” Kim furrowed her eyebrows, her lips parting as Max’s question took her completely off guard. Her heart began to pump a little faster in her chest as she took a deep breath, doing her best to calm herself down again.

“No,” Kim answered a few seconds later, “I don’t think he’d do that.” She said at last, but this time she wasn’t sure about her answer. He had seen Neil after all. She stared up at the ceiling, wondering how things had grown so messy so fast.

She couldn’t sleep that night. No matter how many times she tossed and turned and tried to keep her eyes shut. She was miserable as her thoughts switched between school and Billy. Not to mention this was the first night that she’d slept on her own. She was afraid she’d have another nightmare and not be able to wake this time.

She rubbed at her eyes, sighing deeply as the sound of the door creaking open broke her from her thoughts. She sat up a bit, her heart hammering in her chest as she was greeted with a shadow.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed, roughly bumping into the door. He grumbled underneath his breath before he gently shut it. The smell of alcohol reached her nose before she was able to take in his features, “It’s fucking dark.” He mumbled, shuffling his feet forward. She looked to the clock as fury began to settle inside of her chest.

“You left,” She told him seriously, her voice wavering as she spoke, “You said you wouldn’t leave and then you did.” She pointed out as she blinked away tears. She didn’t want to see him suddenly. He was gone for hours, and she had no clue if he was fine or not.

“I went for cigarettes,” He looked at her in disbelief, “And beer.” He held it up, as if to make a point. She wondered how much he had already drunk. He kicked off his shoes quietly, setting his objects down on the bed before he began to strip himself down.

“How was I supposed to know?” She asked him, “You didn’t say anything. You just left.” She breathed out in irritation. She watched as he struggled to pull his pants down, stumbling as he held onto the dresser. She sighed as she shuffled closer to him and slowly began to assist with his belt.

“Jesus,” He spit out once his jeans were down to his knees, “I just needed to clear my fucking head. We don’t have to be together all the time.” His words made her mad, because he clearly didn’t understand why she was upset. She shifted back to her side of the bed and rolled on her other side, facing away from him as she pulled the blankets up over her head.

“Go to your room then.” She pointed out, sniffling as she hugged the remainder of the blankets to her chest. She stared at the wall again, wanting to mellow in her own dramatics.

“Come on,” Billy sighed as he crawled onto the bed. He shifted behind her and gently began to pry the blankets off from her shoulders. He rubbed at her arms softly, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He said, the breath from the alcohol tickling against her nose. It didn’t bother her in a bad way. In all honesty, she found herself wanting to taste it on his tongue and drink a few of his bottles with him.

“Whatever.” Kim managed out as she pulled the blankets up higher again. She didn’t really want to talk to him right now. She didn’t deserve to be snapped at just because he was all riled up. He huffed from behind her.

“So you’re allowed to be mad over nothing, but I’m not allowed to be upset over my mom being fine and dandy this whole time?” He asked, his tone coming out snippy again. She felt the bubbles of anger forming in her chest again, his accusation poking her straight in the chest.

“I didn’t say that,” She rolled back over frustrated so she could face him, “I just wish you’d realize that you’re not alone in this.” She didn’t think it was fair for him to act like she had a right to not be upset. How was she supposed to know if he came back or not?

“I like dealing with things alone.” He says briefly, looking a little surprised by her tone. She shook her head, looking at him as disbelief coursed through her veins.

“You don’t have to anymore,” She quickly protested, feeling like she was dragging out an already dead conversation, “I can help you-” Billy’s lips descended on hers before she could further her speech. He kissed her roughly, his lips moving against hers hard as he cupped her face in his large hands.

She kissed back just as harshly, just as passionately as she let her anger travel to meet his lips. He pried her legs apart, moving between her thighs as his tongue flicked and licked against the inside of her mouth. She inhaled the taste of him, craving the way his mouth moved urgently against hers. All of her previous thoughts and feelings were gone. All that mattered was the feeling of him against her.

He twisted her harshly, tossing her onto her side as he roughly pulled her nightgown up over her thighs and then over her head. She gasped as he roughly tugged her body towards him, pressing her back up against his chest as his lips attacked her mouth again. He swallowed her delicate cries, humming against her lips as one of his hands began to grope her tits.

“Want it so bad,” She breathed out, her thumb sliding against her bottom lip as she stared up at him, “Please.” She whispered in hush desperation as a vibrating flush spread over her whole body. He curved a hand down the length of her body, grinning as if he could feel the goosebumps that spread on her skin. He slowly pressed his fingertips against her sensitive clit, rubbing it softly as his blue eyes observed her flushed features.

He watched her, his eyes holding onto her so intensely that she thought she may melt away had it not been for his grip on her. His warm nose brushed against her cheek, inhaling the scent of her as he slowly pressed his fat tip against her wet cunt. She felt a whimper falling free as she glanced down between their legs, watching as his cock slowly pressed inside of her. Her eyes stayed glued to his dick as he disappeared inside of her. She felt her lips spreading in bliss as the pleasure raced up her body.

She moved her hand down to grip his, holding onto him for support as she stretched around his thick cock. She fought with all of her might to keep the moans hidden that were forming deep inside of her chest, fearing that she may wake up the rest of the house. Billy angled her leg a little higher over his waist, keeping her still as he pulled out until only his tip remained. A moan bubbled free as he slammed back into her, his cock already hitting against her bundle of nerves.

“Billy,” She spit out harshly, her breathing coming out in quick spurts as he continued to drag her hips up and down along the length of his cock. His hot breath coated the side of her neck as he pressed her down harder against his thick cock. She could feel every ridge, every vein as her pussy clamped down around him, “Don’t stop, please.” She begged, pleaded with him to keep moving. She needed it more than she had ever needed anything else.

“Little slut,” Billy cursed out, moving a hand up to cup her chin tightly. He tilted her face towards him, and she inhaled the dark color in his eyes and the look of pleasure that crossed his features, “You like my cock?” He flicked his tongue against his teeth, his lips curling up into a smirk like he already knew her answer. She nodded her head as her cunt ached with need. She blinked, savoring the feeling of the way he dragged his cock in and out of her.

“Uh huh,” She agreed, her mind feeling fuzzy as he continued to press his tip up against her bundle of nerves. He was rocking into her so hard that the side of her body she was laying on was dragging roughly against the sheets. She shifted her head a bit to keep from smacking against the headboard, “Feels so good. More, more.” She whimpered, doing whatever she could to roll her hips back against him.

“So fucking needy,” He groaned as his lips trailed the crook of her neck. She was sure she’d have marks in the morning, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was how good Billy was making her feel, how their bodies met and molded into one, “Are you my little cock whore?” He asked again as his teeth began to lightly dig into her skin. She whimpered when his teeth finally pierced her skin.

“Yeah,” She moaned as his lips grazed against hers. He pulled on her hair again, moving her head up closer so he could pepper more kisses along her mouth, “I’m my big brother’s little cock whore.” She confirmed, feeling a new wave of pleasure washing over her as his movements became more erratic and rougher. She felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her nails dug into Billy’s skin.

He pressed her lips open, and her tongue instantly stuck out as she already knew what he was wanting. He spit once, then twice, then three times against her open mouth and tongue. She whimpered as she rolled the taste of him around her mouth, part of it dripping down the side of her cheek and onto her chest.

“God,” He groaned loudly, bringing two fingers against her skin to wipe up the glob of spit before he was pressing it against the curve of her lips. She flicked her tongue out against it, licking the saliva away as her clit hummed with anticipation, “You little minx.” He cursed as the grip on her hips became even tighter.

Everything felt too good as he slid two fingers into her mouth. She gleefully sucked on them, muffling her moans as she swirled her tongue around his thick digits. She brushed against his rings, soaking those with her saliva too. His grunts came out a little harder, vibrating down the curve of her neck as his thrusts became harder and harder.

“Yes, yes,” She spit out in one breath, her cheeks burning from how warm the room had suddenly grown. She was rolling her hips back against him, pushing his cock in deeper as his heavy balls pressed against her skin, “Need it so bad, Billy. Please, please.” She was begging, unsure if it was more for her release or for his. All she knew was that it felt too good to stop. Her body was warm and fuzzy, the pleasure building deep inside of her.

He groaned, squeezing at her chin as he continued to drag his cock in and out of her wet cunt. She licked at his thumb, slowly pulling it into her mouth to silence herself again. She sucked on it, her teeth lightly grazing his skin as the pleasure raced up her spine. He roughly moved another hand to her face, roughly tugging her by her hair so he could look at her.

“Such a nasty little girl,” He breathed out harshly against her face. She found herself sticking her tongue out on instinct, begging for the taste of his spit on her tongue, “You think you deserve that?” He grunted as he spoke, his eyes dilated and dark as he peered down at her. She nodded her head in desperation and felt her eyes widening at the feeling of his palm lightly patting against her cheek.

“Please, Billy,” She whispered again as the curve of his cock repeatedly pressed against her g-spot, his thrusts dragging her roughly against the mattress. Her fingertips curled up into a fist, yelping as the sound of her pussy squelching around him grew in the air, “I’ve been good, please.” Her voice felt raw from all of her begging, her tone several pitches higher than usual. Billy smirked, spitting this time and not caring where it landed. It coated her eyebrow, dripping down her eyelid and racing down her cheek. She whimpered, keeping her eyes shut as her toes began to curl in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck,” Billy cursed as he reached his hand underneath her thigh and hitched it up to her chest. His thrusts became more sporadic as he brought his fingertips roughly down on her clit. She writhed, wiggling and moaning loudly as her body clenched up in pleasure, “Oh holy fuck.” He hissed between his teeth as her cunt clamped down around him.

She came with a cry, unable to speak his name as the pleasure gripped a hold of her. She shook, spasming as he held her in place with his large hands. He huffed against her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin as his hips pressed up against her backside roughly. His groans were muffled as he came, his spunk painting her walls white with his thick globs.

She laid there in his arms for a few minutes after, breathing harshly as she tried to recollect her breath. She wiped at her eye, spreading the drool messily for a moment before she finally got it cleaned off. Her body felt too warm, the back of her neck sweaty from the frenzied movements.

He pushed her short hair on the other side of her head as he began to pepper kisses up and down the curve of her neck and her cheek. She tried to relax but was unable to do so, already knowing why he had been so frantic to get her undressed. She wasn’t mad that he was using her to forget his problems, but she did wish that he would talk to her.

He plopped his head down on the pillow next to her, keeping his hands neatly at her sides and his softening cock still inside of her. She took a deep breath, picking up on a tension that was beginning to form in the room.

“Kim,” He whispered softly as he moved up against her again, his fingertips beginning to trace over her skin, “Kim?” He drew out playfully, drawing out the I dramatically. She pursed her lips together, content on being bitter for a while longer. He hummed, pushing her hair off of her face before he began to blow on the sensitive area of her neck.

“Hey,” She giggled, wiggling against him as he tickled her skin. She breathed in gently, unable to feel the chipper feeling that filled her chest, “That tickles.” She managed to speak out, her whole body feeling sensitive against his touch.

“I’m sorry,” He peppered a kiss against her neck again, his lips curling into a smile as he danced his fingertips along her soft skin, “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” He mumbled softly as he rested his cheek against hers. She bit her lip softly.

“It’s okay,” She said at last, knowing that he still wasn’t used to being in control of his feelings. She supposed it was good that he was at least apologizing, “I know. You’re a little hotheaded.” She said at last, turning to face him with a little smile.

“I am.” He nodded at her statement, agreeing with her completely as he smiled brightly. She looked up at him, turning so she could rub her own thumb against his cheek. She still wondered where he’d disappeared to, if he had been safe.

“I’m a little dramatic.” She added softly, watching the way his blue eyes were raging like the ocean during a strong storm. She wished she could make his hurt disappear, that she could figure out a way to fix all of his issues for him.

“You are,” He mumbled as he pressed his thumb against her bottom lip, “You had a right to be mad. I shouldn’t have ran off but I didn’t know what else to do.” He admitted softly as he continued to trace designs into her skin. She nodded her head, accepting his words for the truth.

“Do you want to stay here?” She asked afterwards, turning to look at him seriously. She didn’t care where they ended up, just that they were together. Sam would just have to accept that.

“No.” Billy answered simply, his eyes soft as he observed her appearance. She shifted up a bit, wiggling enough so that his soft cock withdrew from her. She moved to the edge of the bed, already reaching for one of her bags.

“Well let’s go,” She told him seriously as she pulled it open, “I’ll wake up Max right now and we can go. Wherever you want to go, we’ll follow.” She pushed her messy hair out of her face, still feeling a little sweaty as she tried to recall where she had placed everything.

“No, it's okay,” He touched her wrist softly, pausing her movements as he shook his head. He moved, pushing her bag back onto the floor, “I don’t want us to be homeless.” He chuckled softly, although his lips barely curled into a smile. She looked at him curiously, moving back onto the bed so she could look at him better. She'd already explained that Sam would get them a place to stay. She tilted her head, wondering if there was something else holding him back.

“What do you want to do then?” She asked him honestly, cupping his face again so she could look at him clearly. She ran her thumbs across his skin, wondering what was going inside of his pretty head. He paused, his eyes flickering over her features for the longest time. She rested against him, almost afraid that he wouldn’t answer her.

“I’m just so tired,” He said at last, indeed sounding like he was exhausted, “I’m so tired of feeling.” He mentioned secondly, sounding a little more irritated this time as he spoke. She bit her bottom lip as she observed the way his eyes seemed to grow furious again, the waves inside growing larger.

“You need to feel,” She said in confusion, unsure of why he would want to stop feeling completely, “It makes you human.” She added softly, leaning forward just enough so she could brush her lips against his. He paused, letting his forehead rest against hers as he inhaled deeply.

“It just makes me angry.” He said, his forehead still touching against hers. She frowned, wishing there was a way to help him handle it. She wondered if being away from Neil would make things better. She hoped that it would.

“You’ll get over that,” She promised him, “It just takes time.” She encouraged him as she gave his lips another light peck. He didn’t look convinced, but nodded his head anyway as he laid back on the bed. She joined him a second later, fumbling with the blankets until the both of them were covered. She had a lot she wanted to ask him, but she knew that now wasn’t the time. She didn’t want to overwhelm him.

“Kim?” He asked into the night air, once the both of them were covered and resting underneath mountains of blankets. She turned towards him, blinking her eyes in the dark as she faced him again.

“Yeah?” She asked him gently, watching the way his eyes were glued up towards the ceiling. He stayed quiet, his hands linked together over his stomach, “What is it?” She questioned him again, turning so she could face him better. His eyebrows knitted together but he continued to stay silent, like he was regretting speaking up at all.

“Nothing,” He said after a second thought, “I’m just glad I have you.”

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Billy was gone again by the time she awoke. She wondered how long he’d go sneaking in and out of the house until he found himself able to speak with Rosemary. She wondered how angry he was still. She was slightly disappointed but understood why he left anyway. Still, she felt like she could’ve used his morale this morning.

“Are you ready?” Sam asked with a bright smile as he held her keys out towards her. She stared at them, keeping her hands tightly to her sides. He hadn’t said much to her this morning, but she could still see the disappointment in his eyes. He meant his word; they’d talk more about her and Billy.

“I’m driving?” She squeaked out in confusion, blinking quickly in hopes that she was wrong. She’d rather take the bus rather than try to navigate her way to school. It sent a fresh wave of nerves through her.

“Of course,” Sam smiled proudly at her, “You have a license and a car.” He pointed out, nudging the keys towards her again. She gulped, slowly beginning to hold her palm out slowly. Sam watched her curiously, like he didn't understand her hesitation.

“Right,” Kim paused, “I don’t know how to get to the school.” She laughed nervously, hoping that would be a good enough excuse for her to not drive. She gulped hard, her throat suddenly feeling very dry.

“Russell can give you directions,” Sam dismissed her worries, “It’s on the way to the middle school.” She felt her lips curling down as she nodded her head, suddenly glad that she hadn’t eaten that morning. She grew worried that she may have emptied her breakfast everywhere.

“Okay,” She nodded her head, as her stomach tightened and curled into different shapes, “Shouldn’t be too bad.” Sam paused for a moment before he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Kim breathed in harshly, unsure of how she should move. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, hold him like she was little again. Only she wasn’t little anymore.

“You’ll do great,” Sam smiled when he pulled away, “We can talk later, okay?” She nodded her head in agreement, knowing that there was no point in arguing with him. She was too anxious to even think about what Sam wanted to talk about regardless.

Max and Russell joined her in the car a few minutes later and Kim was sure she was going to have a panic attack. She’d never had this many people in the car with her while she’d drove before. She was sure she was going to kill them all. By accident of course, but it would happen anyways.

“Oh God,” Russell groaned as he clutched his backpack to his chest, “I’m gonna be sick.” Kim felt her eyebrows knitting together in concentration as she lifted off the brakes just a little bit, only to slam on them again as she was sure the car in front of her was going to pull out in front of her. Russell squeaked in protest.

“Would you shut up? You’re making her nervous!” Max snapped as she turned to face Russell. She turned and quickly placed a hand on Kim’s arm, “Kim, you’re doing fine. Just don’t think of anything other than driving.” She told her sternly, like Kim had to think that way. Kim nodded her head, fighting the urge to gag from how nervous she was.

“Right,” Kim was still nodding her head as she spoke, “I got this.” She tried to reassure herself, but it didn’t work very well. It was a long drive to school, long and painful. After dropping Russell off she eventually found a parking spot in the further place away from the school. Her and Max had to rush inside, making her heart race even harder inside of her chest. She felt sick and anxious and scared all at once.

“We’ll meet for lunch,” Max said, wiping some sweat from her forehead as Kim walked her towards her first class, “It won’t be that far away.” She said a little softer, like she was trying to reassure herself. Kim tilted her head softly, feeling bad that Max had to start all over again in a place she hated.

“You may have your own group of friends and forget about me,” Kim teased as she finally found her courage to speak, “I’ll meet you for lunch. Kim promised, giving Max a reassuring squeeze before she was walking away.

She’d forgotten how big this school was, how it was so much easier for her to slink into the back of the classroom and disappear from everyone’s eyes. She wasn’t expected to introduce herself to the class or have any ice breakers so everyone could get to know each other better. She preferred hiding, it made it easier to keep from embarrassing herself.

“I’m Calum. You’re Kim, right?” A boy turned towards her in her fourth period, his eyes dark and pretty. She nodded her head, her cheeks beginning to burn. He had been the first one to speak to her all day, “I bet this is different from the Midwest.” He said with a playful smile on his lips.

“I was born here,” She mumbled, feeling her shoulders beginning to sag without meaning to, “I only lived there for like two years.” She told him awkwardly as she began to fuss over her short hair again.

“Oh,” Calum grinned at her, “I don’t remember you.” He said at last. She knitted her eyebrows together, thinking that it was a silly thing to say. This school was so big that she was almost positive she hadn’t had any classes with anyone that she had previously known.

“S’alright,” She breathed out, “I don’t think I know you either.” She said as she glanced back towards the board. Her pencil dragged along her notebook paper as she began to copy her notes down again. She stiffened, noticing the way he scooted closer to her from the corner of her eye.

“Shame,” He was still smiling as she turned towards him again, “I would’ve liked to have known you.” Her face burst into flames and her eyes grew several sizes too big. She sat up quickly, nearly dropping her pencil as she stammered over the right thing to say.

“I have a boyfriend.” She decided on at last, her heart beating roughly inside of her chest from the nerves that began to crawl through her body. He raised a dark eyebrow at her before he snagged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I have a girlfriend,” He knitted his eyebrows in confusion, like he didn’t understand what the big deal was, “What’s your point?” His question surprised her and Kim felt her eyes widening even bigger if even possible.

“Um,” Kim fought to find words, “I don’t-,'' She began to protest, tripping over her tongue for a moment. She was glad Billy wasn’t here, because she was fairly certain that he would’ve attacked Calum without asking for clarity.

“I’m just fucking with you,” He gleamed lopsided at her, like it was a big joke, “You should’ve seen your face.” He laughed, hitting the top of his knee as he laughed at himself. Kim still felt too flushed, her pulse racing too fast to even laugh.

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“Hey,” Max greeted, looking rather sour as she met Kim in the library, “I still hate this place.” She sighed as she stretched out in the chair dramatically. She crossed her arms over her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. Kim had a feeling that Max experiences had been the same as hers, if not worse.

“What happened?” Kim asked worriedly as she began to eat. She felt like she was finally getting over her nerves, although she wondered if she was just hungry from her lack of appetite from yesterday and this morning.

“I just don’t fit in,” Max grumbled in annoyance, “With any girls.” She gestured her hands out, like she was referring to everyone around them. Kim nodded her head in agreement, knowing that the cliques here were fairly bad.

“Maybe you should try out for a sport?” Kim suggested as she thought to herself, “Maybe the athletic girls would be nicer.” She suggested, but then quickly knew that her statement was false. Cindy had been on the volleyball team and was perhaps one of the worst girls she’d ever met. She supposed you just had to find the right people.

School dragged on after that, but Kim barely noticed as her mind was distracted with Billy the remainder of the day. She wondered what he was doing, if he was being safe. She breathed in, wondering if it was selfish for her to wish that he’d just come back. She wondered how they’d work themselves out of this sticky situation.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” Rosemary said as she bustled into the kitchen, “That just took me by surprise-,” She breathed in deeply as she seemed to stop herself from breaking down again, “I’m Rosemary. It’s nice to officially meet you.” She smiled brightly, mirroring Billy’s same features. Kim was a bit surprised to hear a Southern twang leaving her tongue. She didn’t recall Billy mentioning that she was from the South before.

“I’m Kim.” Kim felt her face burn as she tripped over her tongue for a moment. She inhaled deeply as she flattened her tongue against her mouth, preparing for it to actually work this next time.

“Sam talks very highly about you two,” Rosemary smiled as she bustled around the kitchen, “He says you want to be a teacher?” She questioned as she pulled out a mixing bowl. Kim gripped the cookie in her fingers, feeling too awkward to eat as she sat alone in the kitchen with Rosemary.

“Yeah,” She shrugged her shoulders, “For a time.” She said softly, although that was still the goal. She didn’t know why she suddenly was acting like she didn’t want to do it. Perhaps, she wanted Sam to feel like he didn’t know her at all.

“You’re still young,” Rosemary dismissed her gently, “You don’t need to stress over it. Did you work?” She moved onto the next few questions with a breeze. Kim watched as she began to mix ingredients together, not bothering to look at a cookbook as she did so.

“I did some waitressing over the summer,” Kim mumbled, suddenly missing Susan, “I quit to focus on school.” She said softly as she brought the cookie up to her lips. It no longer tasted as sweet as it did the previous day. It was dry and hard, and she chewed it in her mouth. It tasted like nothing but bitter memories.

“I see,” Rosemary smiled kindly, “Well, we have the bakery you know. On the weekends it’s all hands-on deck. You’ll get paid though; I promise.” She nodded her head encouragingly. Kim didn’t know what to think about Rosemary. She seemed so nice, too nice. She didn’t seem like the type to leave her son with her abusive husband. It was all confusing to Kim.

“That’s alright.” She shrugged her shoulders and began to eye the trash can. She slowly began to fold a napkin together, wanting to hide the remnants of the cookie so she wouldn’t be rude. Rosemary was quiet for a moment before a look of determination grew on her features.

“You and Billy must’ve been fairly close.” She said at last, bringing up the topic that she was truly interested in. Kim faltered for a moment, fearful that Sam had gone ahead and revealed her secret. Rosemary’s eyes held no ill will, only sadness.

“Yeah,” Kim knitted her eyebrows together, “We’re about the same age.” She replied gently, trying to keep her answers as vague as possible. She didn’t want to give anything away. She wasn’t sure how Rosemary would react.

“Has he tried to contact you?” Rosemary kept her eyes down this time, like she was afraid of what Kim’s answer would be. Kim dragged her tongue along the bottom of her teeth, tracing the way they moved inside of her mouth. She didn’t want to reveal anything about Billy to anyone, besides Max perhaps.

“No,” She spoke softly as she lied, “I haven’t heard anything.” She pulled the glass of juice back up to her lips as she sipped on it, hoping that she sounded truthful. She wished her hair was longer so she could tug on it.

“You don’t know where he’d go?” Rosemary sounded defeated as her blue eyes rose to meet Kim’s. Kim felt herself pausing, nearly feeling bad for the heartbreak that seemed to be looming inside of Rosemary’s eyes. She wondered how Rosemary would react if she knew how Billy actually felt about her. He’d burned her letter, said that he’d never forgive her.

“Not here.” Kim replied cooly, although she was fairly certain that Billy must be with Tommy. That was the only person that Kim was sure that Billy knew. She didn’t know any of his previous friends and even then, Kim couldn’t see Billy just going up to any of them.

“Hi,” Rosemary grinned as Sam entered the house, “How was work?” She asked, smiling brightly as he walked towards her. Kim felt an odd sensation inside of her stomach as she watched Sam peck her lips repeatedly and Rosemary laugh underneath his touch. Rosemary lightly pressed against his chest, shaking her head like she was in disbelief of his actions. She didn’t think he’d ever done anything like that with Susan before.

She glanced over her shoulder towards Max who was still sprawled in the living room. She was observing them too, only her features were wrinkled up in disgust. Kim felt a smile cracking on her lips, wondering if Max was thinking the same thing or if she was too disgusted to connect the dots on how happy Sam was.

“How was the first day of school?” Sam asked once he pulled away but left a hand around Rosemary’s waist. Kim shrugged her shoulders, wishing she could just discard her cookie in peace, “That bad?” He asked, sounding a little worried.

“Can’t you homeschool us?” Max was suddenly in the kitchen, leaning over Kim as she rested her smaller hands on Kim’s shoulder. Kim grinned towards her, thinking that being homeschooled may not be too bad at all.

“Hm, that would be nice,” Sam teased, “But school is important.” He nodded his head as a more serious expression crossed his features. Max grumbled next to Kim, looking quite defeated with his answer.

“You’ve taught us more than we’ve ever learned there.” Max told him earnestly as she tried to rope Sam back in again. He grinned from ear to ear, looking a little happy with her statement. Kim had to agree, even if she still felt a little bitter towards Sam. He really had been a good teacher at one point.

“Yeah,” Russell agreed, “School sucks ass.” He pulled his headphones down off of his head, struggling with the cord for a moment as it wrapped around his neck. Kim glanced back towards Rosemary, noticing the quick way she’d dropped the spoon.

“Hey,” Rosemary pointed a finger towards him, “What did I tell you about using that language?” She asked him, sounding quite stern as she spoke. Kim observed her for a moment, thinking that she had a certain joyful appearance to her. She wondered how she’d been so happy without Billy.

“You use it.” Russell grumbled as he finally fixed his headphones. Kim thought that he looked a lot like Billy as well. They had a similar nose, dark eyebrows and bright blue eyes. Kim wondered if Billy’s hair would be as long as Russell’s had Rosemary not left him.

“I’m your mother and I’ll do what I want,” She told him sternly, “Speaking of you need to start on your homework.” She dismissed him suddenly, just like that. Kim turned towards Sam, who was still holding onto Rosemary. She tried to think if Sam and Susan had ever acted like this. She was certain that they barely spoke to each other. It made her feel guilty suddenly as she wondered if she'd end up ruining his relationship with Rosemary.

“I just got home.” Russell protested but stood anyway. Sam raised an eyebrow, turning towards Russell like he expected him to complain more. Kim felt her heart dropping to her stomach, wondering how much better Russell knew Sam.

“No whining,” Rosemary dismissed him, “Homework and then video games. That goes for you two as well.” Rosemary motioned towards the two girls. Kim took that as her opportunity. She rose slowly, looking towards Sam as she waited for him to speak to her again.

“Later.” He said softly, his brown eyes gentle before he turned away from her. She chewed on her bottom lip as she turned away, wishing that she had just left in the night with Billy.

#billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove stepcest #tw stepcest #tw pseudocest #stepcest #billy hargrove x original character #Dancing in the Dark

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Every single day, I try to draw, and every day since I met your blog, I've trying to learn what makes your art absolutely awesome!! You inspire a LOT. Thank you very much for your drawings <3

awww, thank you SO much for telling me! i was having an anxious day but this makes me so happy…. i hope your day is going well too :]

i’ve been drawing since i could pick up a pencil, but i clearly remember some of the things that inspired me to draw most, and made me consider my techniques from other angles.

some of my biggest inspirations are games like portal 2 and team fortress 2, and animated stuff like looney tunes, darkwing duck, and astro boy. if you enjoy something, be it a movie, book or anything else, let your imagination run wild and study the world and what makes it interesting and unique. the characters you love probably have distinct visual traits like a color theme, strong shape language, or interesting outfit.

i like to think about that kind of stuff all day and apply the things i like about other people’s art to my own characters and stories! see an inking style you love? try to copy it. i personally love the art style of things like sam & max, disco elysium, and grim fandango. these art styles are all strong, stylized, and happen to all take inspiration from the vintage. which i’m obsessed with lol.

i appreciate you saying that my art is awesome, and it makes me smile so big that you want to study it for inspiration 🥹💖 i encourage you to look for the cool art that you love, grab details and techniques from it, and see what you can make.

when i want to design a new robot for example, i think to myself things like “does this robot look like a radio or a dishwasher? how old is it? what color is it and how does it correlate with its personality?” and so on. maybe i see a neat transformer and want my robot to have similar ‘boot’ feet. maybe i see art from flcl and want my robot to have a television-like head. is my robot fast? what if it looked like a motorcycle?

you’ll hear tons of art advice over the years, and you’ll take something good away from all of it, even if sometimes that’s what not to do. the best advice i can give you is to try everything. indulge in what you love, practice what you obsess over, draw what makes you happy.

the worst thing you can do as an artist is think there is a particular way to do anything. go nuts! push poses, experiment with colors, speed up your sketches or jump straight to the painting! no technique is better than any other as long as you’re having fun and making something you like.

i hope you relish every second of your art journey and waste no time worrying about your art from two months ago that looks wonky or ‘bad’ now. remember, if your old art looks bad now, it means you’ve improved and you’re understanding your vision way better now. keep growing and take breaks when needed! just have fun and let’s smile at the canvas!

#asks #anon #this is one of my favorite asks i’ve ever received. thank you stranger 😭🌼🌼🌟🌟#i know you weren’t asking for a wall of text but i’m just too excited for you not to get on a mountain top and yell!#art is the best part of being alive for me and when i get to see others partake in the joy of drawing #it makes me feel fulfilled and at peace. just to know others are having fun and learning!!#emergency happy

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ejzah · 1 year

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A/N: @mashmaiden suggested a few prompts from the list linked below. Thanks for the inspiration! Set in season 3.

Prompt: 16. What do you have?” - “Pizza rolls and Cup O’ Noodles…that’s about it. Popcorn?”

Prompt List

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Someone to Watch Over You

“You doing alright there, partner?” Kensi checked, leaning forward to look at Deeks. Even so with the way he was curled up, face pressed into his raised knee, she could only see side of one cheek.

“Fantastic,” he mumbled sarcastically. His hair was even more unruly than usual, sticking up randomly on several places and matted down in others while the left arm of his jacket was stained with dirt and ripped.

After working the same case involving a group of drug dealers all week, it had finally come to a head tonight. Deeks had been at the forefront since he infiltrated the group as Max Gentry. Everything was going well, until their criminal informant got nervous and inadvertently revealed Deeks’ identity.

Suddenly, a relatively non-violent takedown had morphed into Deeks fighting off 6 armed men. By the time Kensi, Sam, and Callen had reached him, all but one of the guys was down, Deeks bloodied, but alive.

It was terrifying. Fortunately, Deeks had come out of it with only minor injuries, though he did need to be on a 24 hour watch for a mild concussion. Which Kensi volunteered for. Deeks was apparently too exhausted and out of it to find it unusual, but Sam and Callen had teased her mercilessly.

“Hey, Deeks, we’re here?” She pulled into a spot across from her apartment.

He didn’t respond so she poked his shoulder several times; he squirmed out of reach, making a disgruntled sound.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he complained, slipping his seatbelt off, and getting out with a little less style than usual. He followed her through the door, plopping down on the couch while Kensi went around turning on a few lights and stashed (tossed) her bag in the bedroom.

There was a pile or two of laundry, possibly clean, which she scooted to the side. At this point, Deeks was well aware of her habits and even the most egregious messes didn’t shock him.

When she returned to the living room a few minutes later, Deeks had shucked off his boots and lay half on and half off the couch.

Kensi studied him under the dim light; the bruises had bloomed significantly in the last hour, particularly around his left temple, which bore a swollen purple-black knot. It looked bad, but could have been so much worse.

“Hey, I brought you a present,” Kensi announced quietly, holding out a glass of water and two orange tablets. She figured his head was probably pounding by now since he’d refused medication at the ER. S

Squinting through one eye, Deeks peered up at her. “Oh, god bless you,” he groaned, laboriously pushing himself into a seated position. He tossed both pills back and swallowed with a sound of relief.

He slumped bonelessly on the couch, jaw set tightly while he waited for the medication to set in. Kensi thought she saw a few dots of fresh blood under his nose.

The sudden need to comb her fingers through his hair or soothe his pain in some way struck her forcefully.

Kensi shook her head to dispel the idea. Clearly the exhaustion and worry was getting to her too.

“Ugh, my face is killing me.” Deeks paused and peeked up at her again. “Aren’t you supposed to say something like, “Well, it’s killing me” or “should have used your fists, not your face?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that,” Kensi said. “Not when you look like death.” She grinned. “Of course, tomorrow all bets are off and I have reign to tease you as much as I want.”

“I feel so loved,” Deeks drawled. Grimacing, he shifted around, looking fairly miserable.

“Are you hungry?” It had been hours since either of them ate.

“Eh, what do you have?”

“Um…pizza rolls and Cup O’ Noodles…that’s about it. I think? Don’t hold me to the soup though.” Deeks made a face at her suggestions. “Popcorn?”

“I’m pretty sure I had more in my cupboards when I was a struggling law student barely making rent and—” he cut himself off. “And, uh, waiting tables.”

“Shut up. I haven’t had time to go shopping this week,” Kensi defended herself. Or the last three weeks.

“Yeah, otherwise there’d be a stockpile of Twinkies and Reese’s in the kitchen,” Deeks joked.

“Ok, very funny. You’re lucky you’re injured. Enough about my shopping habits, do you want me to order something?”

“I’m not that hungry.” He touched his stomach briefly. “Honestly, I just want to sleep until my head stops hurting.”

“Ok.” Grabbing the TV controls, Kensi curled up on the other side of the couch.

“What are you doing?” Deeks asked.

“Watching TV. And supporting my partner,” Kensi replied, finding a nice baking competition. She muted the sound and turned on closed captions.

“Kens, you really don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”

“What kind of person would I be to leave you to fend for yourself when you’re all bruised and pathetic looking?” She inclined her head. “Besides, I promised to do concussion checks and I can’t do that from my bedroom.”

“But—”

“Oh, just let somebody take care of you for once, Deeks,” she interrupted. “You did your part today, now you deserve to rest. Ok?” She stared at him until he relented with a nod, though his lips were twitching slightly too.

“Ok.” He settled into the couch cushions, taking the pillow Kensi passed his way and shoving it under his neck. “Thanks,” he murmured. “You’re a good partner.”

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #Deeks whump #caring Kensi #pre Densi #OTP drabble challenge #ejzah fanfiction

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years

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Who Brings A Kid Into A Battlefield!? (Sam Wilson X Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Sam Wilson X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mild spoilers to Civil War, injury, blood, mention of broken bone and swearing.

Request: Hi! hope you're doing well~ sorry if this is too involved but could I possibly request male reader x Sam W who joined Sam on Steve's side of Civil War. w/ Sam patching the reader up because Reader realised Pete was a kid, didn't really want to fight him, and then got his ass kicked by Pete haha. If Sam makes fun of him thats fine 😂😂

“I can’t believe you got your ass kicked by a kid.” Sam commented with a light chuckle as he moved your head to the side to examine the gash on the side of your head, that looked like it was eager to start bleeding again.

“Oh shut up.” You hit him lightly in the leg, holding back from hitting him in the arm since you didn’t want to nudge his grasp on you and end up hurting yourself more. You were in quite a bad state, you had to admit, and you honestly only had yourself to blame, knowing you fully well could have gotten out of this at least without a broken leg and a few cuts and bruises. “Don’t pretend you would have done anything different. He’s what? 12?”

“15.”

“Exactly! A child! I’m not going to prison for child abuse, Sam!”

“Y/N, I hate to break it to you, but we’re in the medical bay of a max security prison, because we’re fugitives. I doubt that punching that punk would have added any years you’d live to see.” He pointed out, taking a moment to check his surroundings again, seeing the armed guard still stationed at the door, keeping an eye on you both. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get you to have a proper check over after that fight- it may have been his and Clint essentially screaming until they did something, or maybe Tony quickly popping in and seeing you not able to use your leg despite you insisting you were fine- either way, after being seen by a doctor and getting your leg put into a cast and your major wounds stitched up, Sam had offered to clean up your smaller wounds in the following days under supervision so they wouldn’t have to call in a doctor. Cheap asses.

“Still. A child. I mean- what was Tony thinking when he decided that? What if I hadn’t realised and gone full out? I could have killed him!” You pointed out, and it was obvious and expected that you were still upset about the whole thing- not getting your ass kicked by a kid, but that a kid was in that fight. It felt dirty, and Sam agreed fully with you. So did Clint for obvious reasons. You winced as your emotions caused you to become animated and move too much as Sam was trying to clean your gash, and as Sam worried, it started to bleed again. Sam reached over, grabbing the nearby paper towels, ripping a few off the roll and folding them before placing them on your temple. You sighed, trying to hold back a wince and a curse, a tense feeling in the air from your matching emotions. Anger. Upset. Frustration. This didn’t feel fair. You, along with Sam and everyone else on your floor of prison cells had sided with Steve in the decision to not sign the accords, because you saw the major flaws that came with it and how it was a disaster waiting to happen. You didn’t regret that decision, even now, and you knew none of your friends regretted it either, including Clint and Wanda. Everyone was now upset for their own reasons. Sam was angry that your injuries weren’t getting the right kind of care, Wanda was in a straight jacket and treated horribly because she was seen as more of a danger, Clint couldn’t see his wife and children, and you still couldn’t get over that Tony had brought a literal child into a fight, putting his life into danger.

However, you knew to behave. You all did. Keep your tongues in your cheeks, lips sealed, and bide your time. You knew Steve was coming back for you all. Any day now, and then you can get your injuries properly cared for by actual medical professionals. It was why Sam mostly focussed on just keeping your wounds clean and clear of infection.

“If… we get out of here… what do you want to do?” Sam asked quietly, making sure he made it a maybe in case overheard.

“Give Tony a piece of my mind. Make sure that kid’s alive and actually has people looking out for him, and maybe I’ll train up one of Clint’s kid’s to kick Tony’s ass and give him a piece of his own medicine.”

“You think Clint will let you do that?”

“Oh you know he will. He’ll help. It’s Laura we have to worry about.” You responded. Sam smirked as he removed the towels to see the bleeding had stopped. “What about you? What would you do?”

“Carry on what I was doing. Keeping America’s golden boy and his greasy raccoon best friend out of danger.” He responded, making you smile.

“Let’s hope Bucky doesn’t find out about your nickname for him.”

“Oh he knows. He hates it.”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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Special Bond || 9. Won't Let You

Paring: Paul Lost Boys x Original female character Emerson cousin!

Word Count: 1.7k

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The next day when the Frog brothers came to help Sam, Michael stayed in his dark room saying he was too weak to help them. "I'll say it again none of the four are the head vampire so there's nothing you can do." Katherine walks downstairs to see Sam with the brothers. "We can still kill those bloodsuckers. And you can't stop us from killing your boyfriend." Edgar glares at her. "Where do they live?" Alan asks her so she shakes her head. "Kat, we're trying to save Michael." Sam looks at her. "And killing any of them isn't going to work. As I said none of them are the head vampire." She raises her voice. "I remember Mike saying something about a cave where a hotel got destroyed." Sam remembers an old conversation he heard. "I know where that is. You're driving us to get there faster." Edgar tells Kat. "No, I'm not." She glares say him. "I would kill you if you weren't human." Edgar leaves and the other two boys follow.

Katherine hears Sam take Grandpa's car and gets a vision of Edgar killing Marko. She rushes to Michael's bike to get there to change her vision. This was the first time she wasn't going to let it be true. She gets there right after the boys and rushes in to see them looking for the boys. She sees Star and Laddie missing remembering they need to be in a dark place to sleep. "Sam, don't!" Kat sees him following the brothers towards the boys. Katherine didn't exactly know where they slept and got a little lost but she knew the boys found them when Sam screamed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She rushes towards the scream. As she gets to them she sees the boys getting ready to stake Marko. "No!" She screams as loud as she can waking up the four and everyone starts to scream.

Edgar goes to stake Marko but he grabs it scaring the boys to rush to leave now. "Your dead meat!" David yells at the three who make a run go it while Kat stood still. "David, you can kill the other two but not Sam." She follows David who was chasing after them. "David! Let go of Sam!" She grabs him trying to get him to let go of him before he burns a little because of the sun. "You're welcome I saved Marko." Kat looks at him before leaving to check on Sam. On the way, she looks at the bottle of blood before running out. "You blew it for us!" Alan yells at her once she made it outside. "You were gonna kill my friend!" She yells back. "They're killers!" He walks up to her. "No shit Sherlock! I know that and I've seen it." She walks up to him, "You three fucked up because they will come after you tonight. And they aren't going to let you live. I'll protect Sam because he's family but you two mean nothing to me." Katherine gets on Michael's bike heading home.

"Michael..." Kat knocks on his door and hears him say come in. "When did you two sneak in last night?" She sees Star and Laddie in the room too. "Right before the sun came up." Star tells her. "They'll be coming tonight. Edgar almost killed Marko but I woke him up on time. He originally didn't make it." Kat sits down on the bed. "I thought you can't change your visions?" Michael eyes her. "Normally you can't but I wasn't going to let that happen. Sam is upset with me but they're my friends... The four along with Star and Laddie are my family. I can't let anything bad happen to them." She looks over at him. "Where's Sam now?" Michael asks. "I guess, went to go tell your mom. I should go talk to her." Kat stands up leaving.

When she gets to the shop and Lucy sees her she calls her over, "What is Sam going on about? Vampires?" Lucy asks. "He just pissed my friends off and he nicknamed them vampires because of how they act at times. He's worried about them hurting him but I won't let that happen. He's a young teenager and you know how they can be. Just enjoy your date with Max tonight and don't worry about anything. That includes Michael too. He's an eighteen-year-old who is like in love with my friend Star. Please just enjoy dinner with Max, he really likes you and you deserve someone who would give you the world." Kat explains to her aunt. "Thank you, Kat." Lucy hugs her.

"What do we do about the brothers downstairs?" Star asks as she looks out the window. "Can two fourteen year old's kill four vampires?" Michael asks. "I wouldn't doubt it. We just have to make sure they can't." Kat leaves the room to see them getting ready. "Don't get in our way this time." Edgar looks over at Kat with Laddie. "I can't promise." She gives him a smile. "Kill whoever but not Star or Laddie." Michael comes out playing along.

Nanook starts to bark but Kat stops Sam from going, "I'll get him. I'm the safest going out." She goes outside to let Nanook inside. As she was untying him she knew the four were here. She looks up to see them getting closer so everyone at the door panics as she comes back. "Take them upstairs." Michael tells Kat about Star and Laddie so they go up and the Frog brothers follow. "I say we terminate them, right now." Edgar holds a stake up. "Laddie, Star, run!" Kat shoves them to go first while she tries to keep the boys back. Her strength alone couldn't keep the door shut as the rush into the bathroom, "Move!" Alan tells her. "No!" She says as the door be hide her slams shut to show Paul making the boys scream.

"Your mine. You tried to kill Marko." Paul makes the boys back away as he smacks' the stakes out of their hands. "Yeah, and this time I'll actually kill you." Edgar says. "No, I'll kill you." Paul shoves him. "Garlic don't work boys." Kat hears Paul say then remembers the tub of holy water rushing to the bathroom right as they splash him with water. "You're invited in, Paul!" She says before Nanook attacks him making him fall into the water. "Nanook, no!" Kat makes the dog run out and helps an un harm Paul out of the tub. "See, should've invited me in the past this wouldn't happen." Paul stands up straight. "Are we going to have this conversion now while there are two brothers holding each other on the floor scared?"

"Now, I have to make sure Sam doesn't kill Dwayne. You coming?" Kat turns to leave. "What about the two who tried to kill me?" He points at them still laying on the floor scared. "They're unarmed right now and cowering... Let them live for now." She gives him a look so he follows her but not before telling the boys to watch out.

As they get downstairs Kat sees Sam with a bow aiming at Dwayne, "NO!" Kat Shouts making Sam look at her and Michael runs over pushing Sam so he misses Dwayne again. "What the hell Michael?!" Sam stares at him confused before running upstairs. "Where's Marko and David?" Kat looks around. "Here." David drops down. "Marko's upstairs." Paul tells her. "Sam!" She runs upstairs to make sure Marko doesn't try to kill Sam. She starts to hear the boys screaming and comes in to see them screaming at Laddie. "Get him." Edgar shouts making her and Star protect him.

"Hi, boys." Marko shows up behind them causing them to scream. "You tried to kill me." He points at Edgar. "And I'll do it again!" Marko reaches for him but Kat gets in front of the boys, "Marko, I don't care if you kill him or his brother but no one will be killed in my house. Go join the others." She huffs and he leaves so Star takes Laddie with her going to join the others. "Michael isn't half anymore is he?" Sam sighs. "Sam, there's a lot you don't know. No one is killing any vampires tonight. I get visions and you're outnumbered." She looks at the Frog Brothers. "Just this once your boyfriend and friends are safe." Alan believes her.

They run off only wanting to save their asses and hope for the best for Sam. "Lucy, please explain to your son." Max sighs. "Sam, I'm happy now. I feel so much better and being this doesn't mean you're a killer. Max and I plan to make things easier for us all." Lucy walks up to him. "Mom, you're one too?" Sam sighs. "I'll let you hold off on turning till Kat joins. That's your only option." Max smiles.

"Family sticks together Sammy." Michael says normal as Grandpa shows up. "I don't like when there's vampires in my house. You know this Kat." He goes over to the fridge leaving everyone but Paul confused. "Oh, yeah, Grandpa knows about vampires." Katherine speaks up, "Also I only invited Michael and Paul in." She adds so he walks over. "I hate vampires but if my family becomes one... just drink animal blood after your first kill." He says then leaves the room. "He's cool with me." Paul speaks up. "Can we wait till I'm eighteen? I promise to be one." Sam looks at his mom. "Max?" She looks at him. "As long as you keep your promise. I don't expect you to go against your mother and brother." Max kiss Lucy goodnight and leaves and so does the boys, Star and Laddie.

"So waiting, full vampire, and mom... Are you full or half?" Sam asks her. "Half right now. I'm doing this for family and there are some pros I liked." She smiles, "Do you hate me?" She asks him. "I could never. I just need to time to accept what I'm gonna be." He tells her truthfully. "And you can get visions?" Sam turns to Kat. "Yes, and you do become one when you're eighteen." Kat tells him so he nods his head, "I guess I'll think of positive things." Sam goes to his room. "What do we do about the Frog Brothers knowing everything?" Michael asks curiously. "I'll talk to them tomorrow about a vision I had. It's been a long day so I'm going to get some rest as well."

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Part 6-Alone Here Together

Eddie Munson x soon-to-be-step!Henderson! female original character

Summary: Samantha stayed at Rick's cabin with Eddie, shenanigans and heartfelt nervous breakdowns ensue. Steve and Dustin have a heart to heart. (reading the past parts would probably be good but u can probably get what's going on from context)

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Eventually Dustin, Steve, Max, and Robin made their way out, leaving Samantha and Eddie alone in the secluded lakehouse, but neither of of were the type to admire the scenery. Within moments she was rustling through her bag for her stash, and when Eddie saw her pulling out the familiar tin box he groaned in relief.

“Thank fuck your holding, Campbell. You didn’t leave me with much last night.” He said, waiting for her to take her turn on the one hitter and pack him one.

“Sorry, I didn't know I needed to prepare a go bag. And did you check around this house? If there’s anywhere in Hawkins that would have a removable floorboard it would be Reefer Rick’s house.” She said in a joking manner, passing him the bat and seeing him light it shakily, clearly not in the mood for any kind of banter.

“It’s gonna be okay, Eddie.” She said calmly, and he looked at her with more disbelief than when they had alternate dimensions explained to them a few minutes ago.

“Is it? Because I’m wanted for murder that was commited by an evil wizard that I thought I made up-” He paused, beginning to spiral “-did Dustin just name it that or is it actually a wizard? And apparently I’m being hunted by the basketball team now? What the fuck? What part of any of that makes you think that this was going to end well?” he said hysterically, waving his hands.

“Okay- yeah- shit’s weird, but apparently Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler have been doing it for years so it can’t be that hard!’ she said encouragingly, but he only looked at her like she was speaking nonsense.

“Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler don’t spend all their time on the couch smoking weed watching horror movies! Do you think that either of us still has the fucking lung capacity to run away from real monsters? I don’t!” He said, pacing wildly, lighting the bat again and gesturing to the dugout, digging the little metal tube in to pack the end of it. “Campbell, you gotta have something that can hold more than this this fuckin sucks.”

“My pipes are in the van.” she said sadly.

“You lost the damn van? That’s the most helpful thing you bring to the table!” He said, exasperated, his limbs going every which way.

“Wow. Rude.” She said, eyebrows shooting up, and he paused.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that the van is very very helpful. It has everything in there. Every time I’ve ever mentioned something being useful you’re like ‘hold on let me get it out of my van’. How does everything even fit in there? It’s like a goddamn bag of holding!” he said, running out of breath, unable to stop talking. His thoughts were clearly scattered and overwhelming him and Sam stood up, grabbing his shoulders to stop the pacing.

“Eddie, you need to calm down. You’ve got a lot on your plate right now, you don’t need to also worry about all my possessions being left in an unlocked van with Jason and his handsy buddy.” She scolded, the sentence making her wonder why she wasn’t more worried. That seemed to break Eddie out of his panic for a moment.

“Handsy?” He asked, suddenly looking more worried and angry than before, and she rolled her eyes.

“Alright, I don’t need that macho protective man thing. It’s bad enough that Steve’s macho protective man instinct is what got me out of the situation. Getting saved by him felt, like, unfeminist or something.” She complained, but that wasn’t enough to keep Eddie from worrying.

“Saved you from what, though?” He asked, still nervous.

“Nothing, I mean, not nothing- I’m fine. They just boxed me in against the van and then grabbed me and, kinda…picked me up when I tried to run away.” She said, and saw Eddie clench and unclench his fist. “Okay, yeah, it was super scary and definitely wasn’t going to end well but I’m fine.”

“I don’t think I can take Jason in a fight but I’m gonna try and fuck him up next time I see him. That’s so fucked up- that they’d fucking attack you like that just because you know me.” He said, his energy ramping up again, but she held onto him firmly to keep him from starting to pace again.

“I can handle myself, and Steve was there-” she tried, but he shook his head in annoyance.

“That doesn’t mean I have to like being the one that put you in danger in the first place.” He shouted, and closed his mouth quickly, all of a sudden remembering that he was in hiding.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t kill Chrissy.” She said with as much comfort as she could. She wasn’t used to this. Comforting people. Other people’s feelings had never come naturally to her. She had always told herself that it was because she didn’t care, but now she did. She desperately cared, and she hated that she couldn’t show him that.

“I know that- but why are you so sure? I mean- I didn’t see any monsters. I could still be lying as far as you know.” He said, clearly unsure what he was even saying but getting more agitated by the moment anyway.

Sam bit her lip and swayed back and forth for a moment, thinking.

“Y’know, I want to say it’s because I know you pretty well at this point, that you’re actually really gentle despite appearances, that you always can tell that I’m having a bad day and make it a personal goal to cheer me up, that you’re just about the only friend I’ve got and even when I stopped trying you never did, and that I know in my heart that you would never hurt a fly.” She said, and he cocked his head. “All those things are true, but I feel like every time somebody gets murdered there’s some schmuck saying that Ted Bundy was actually really nice when he wasn’t killing people so maybe that’s not enough.” She said, and walked up to him so he would look at her.

“I don’t think you did this, Eddie Munson,” She said, looking into his eyes. “because from the bottom of my heart, I don’t believe that you’re strong enough to break every bone in a person's body in the ten minutes between taking Chrissy into your place and you running out of it.” She said, and his mouth dropped open in surprise and incredibly guilty amusement.

“You don’t have the upper arm strength or the lung capacity, I’m 100% sure of it.” She said so matter of factly that he couldn’t stop himself from laughing, and she joined in, appropriately ashamed, they stopped laughing with effort, but the moment they made eye contact it came involuntarily spilling back out, despite how they fought the giggles, they were winning.

“I mean the fact that the Hawkins police took a look at your skinny ass and said yeah that’s our guy is insane.” She said, losing herself in the laughter that was going between them. It was nothing less than hysterical, letting out the immeasurable stress that had built up in the last 24 hours. It wasn’t contagious laughter, an onlooking person might see it and would know that they were in the middle of a crisis, but they still couldn’t stop.

“I get bullied in gym class for six fuckin years by Jason and even that wasn’t enough to convince him I couldn’t do it.” He said, leaning against the wall laughing and sliding to the floor where she quickly joined them.

“I once saw you get tired trying to open a damn jar of peanut butter” she said, still out of breath, until their ribs hurt and they had run out of breath and the present had come back to them all at once.

“Shit, what am I gonna fuckin do, Sam? Like, even if they find this Vecna…guy? Creature? Whatever it is that still doesn’t help me. You can’t bring a real monster to the Hawkins PD and say ‘arrest him, Sir!’”

“Even if they tried it would probably just…kill them. Because it’s a monster?” She said with another hit off the bat, and he sighed in agreement.

“I was about to say I’d be losing my damn mind if you hadn’t stayed, but I think that’s happening anyway.” He said, running his fingers through his hair and staring at her. “But I’m really glad that I didn’t get left here alone, and that…you were the one that stayed.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here.” She said cooly and looked him in the eye, leaning their heads against the walls and smiling at each other. “That way we can go insane together. I’ve been practicing for a while so I can give you tips.”

Eddie smiled a little bit and fidgeted, having calmed down now but still having the energy built up, and Sam frowned at the sound it made when he tapped his hands on the floor they sat on.

“Eddie, move over.” She said, and he scooted away from the floor tile that she then grabbed at the edges and pulled up, revealing a cache of whatever they needed to make this stay more bearable. Besides each other, Sam mused, before immediately getting embarrassed and shaking the thought away.

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Back in Hawkins, Dustin and Steve sat in his car talking.

"Your face is so red dude. You haven't hit it off with any other girls, and since you steadfastly refuse to date Robin for some reason it's the only explanation."

"There are other explanations."

"Like what? Do you like somebody else? I can totally be your wingman if you need one." Prodded Dustin, and Steve rubbed his eyes.

"Don't need a wingman but thanks, I guess. I got plenty of charm. I just haven't met the right girl yet."

"Then maybe talk to different kinds of girls. What about Sam?" Dustin suggested, and Steve looked at him a little scandalized and sorta flattered.

"You really want me to date your sister, Henderson?"

"She's not really my sister. I just mean maybe you should try somebody that's doing a sort of punk thing- I don't know!"

Steve couldn't help but laugh. "Didn't know I'd grown on you so much that you want me to join the family."

"Again, she's not my sister. Maybe you'd make her nicer."

Steve was flattered but still giving Dustin shit.

"That's sweet, kid- but if you were gonna make this suggestion you probably should've done it before you set your sister up in an empty secluded house with her stoner buddy with the puppy eyes."

"Puppy eyes?" Dustin questioned, and Steve shrugged his shoulders, and he rolled past it. "They're just friends right? Thats gross, Sam and Eddie wouldn’t- I mean-" Dustin floundered with a grossed out look, and Steve raised an eyebrow, counting down until he figured it out.

“They would. They totally would. Gross.” He complained.

"Well looks like your new buddy is gonna be hangin around a lot more." Steve consoled and patted Dustin on the shoulder.

"That would require Samantha to ever be at my house in the first place." Dustin countered.

"She doesn't, like, live with you?"

"Nah man she lives in the van."

“Seriously? That’s kinda fucked up isn’t she like, nineteen?” Steve said, and Dustin shrugged.

“My mom cleaned out her whole office for her and it’s just sitting here. I had to move my av shit into my room, it takes up so much space and she’s only slept there, like, once.” Dustin complained. “She pretty much wants nothing to do with us.”

Steve leaned back a little sadly, noticing the little bit of sadness in Dustin’s voice.

“Look, man, I’m sure it’s not about you.” He tried to say comfortingly. “Is that why you wanted to set me up with her? So she’d come around more? Because-”

“What? No? I don’t care that she’s not around because I don’t even know her. I’m an only child, I like it that way. I’m just lookin out for you, man, don’t read too much into it.”

Before Steve could respond there was a crackle of static from the walkie talkie in the back seat, and Dustin grabbed it.

“Hellooooo?” Came a sing-songy voice that was broken up by laughter.

“Sam? You need to say over when you’re done talking.” Dustin scolded.

“Over.” Sam said, snorting a giggle again.

“You guys alright?” Steve asked, taking the radio from Dustin.

“Uh, yeah, pfft-” her words were broken up by background noise. “Eddie shut up-yeah I’ll ask- can you bring us some food soon? And also some beers. And also some more weed. And also some movies. And also my van.” She said, and they heard more laughter behind her, making Dustin roll his eyes.

“You guys think it’s a good time to be doin that stuff? Like, aside from the danger it’s 2 in the afternoon.” Steve asked.

“Ask him to get some kfc-” “Can you get us some kfc?” Eddie started and Sam finished.

“At least they’re done freaking out.” Steve mused.

“I guess, but now they’re useless.” Dustin said, frowning.

“Hey! Over.” Said the radio, and Dustin glared at Steve, who realized he was still holding down the button.

“We’ll bring you supplies as soon as we can but right now you guys should probably sober up, things are getting way worse for Eddie here in Hawkins. Over.” Dustin said.

“It’s medicinal. We’re very anxious.” Sam said as seriously as she could manage. “Over” she quickly added.

“Anxiety’s not so bad when you're in mortal danger. Keeps the motivation up. Over.”

“Boo. Fine. Just bring me my van bye! Eddie, stop it oh my god!” Was how she ended the conversation, their giggles filling up the radio before cutting out.

Both of them were silent for a moment, processing.

“Maybe we should’ve left somebody else.” Dustin said cautiously, and Steve nodded

“Over- HA! Eddie, shut up!” The radio interrupted one more time, and the two boys sighed in defeat.

“Drink a cup of coffee, you two!” Steve shouted into the radio, and leaned back, glancing at Dustin.

“Maybe you should be my wingman- seems like you’re a half-decent matchmaker.” Steve said, and Dustin groaned in annoyance.

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Eddie and Sam frowned at the radio between them between their giggles. He sat up against the cupboards bouncing a ball and she lay on the ground with her legs pointed upward, leaning against the cabinets.

“We should probably listen to Steve.” Sam said with a sigh, and Eddie screwed up his face.

“I don’t wanna listen to Steve. Since when do you roll with Steve Harrington anyway?”

“Since, like, this afternoon. But Dustin trusts him, so I guess that’s enough for me.”

Eddie groaned exaggeratedly. “God, I know that Dustin trusts him, he never shuts up about him.” he complained, and Sam chuckled.

“That’s funny, because now that he’s buddies with you he thinks he knows everything and it’s driving Steve insane.”

“That’s good. I’m glad he’s weaponizing that hero worship in my favor. Kind of.” He said, bouncing a ball he had found across the floor.

“Am I sensing a personal grudge with ol’ Steve? Or is this just an anti establishment anti popularity thing?” She asked, and he chuckled.

“You always go the poser route for those little jabs of yours and it always hurts.” He said, hand over heart.

“Well, maybe you should’ve considered that before you told me how much you love it when people call you a freak.” she said affectionately.

“Badge of pride, baby.” He said proudly, putting out his arms. She kicked her legs on the counter to push herself away enough to sit up and look at him with a sneaky smile.

“Baby? Is that what we’re doing now?” She asked, and he leaned forward with a grin, trying to call his bluff.

“You can call me baby any day of the week, Sam. You should’ve realized that by now.” He said with a laugh and a puff off the joint they just had rolled. Her face was a little stunned, like she wasn’t sure how to take what he had said. Normally, he’d have been nervous saying that to Sam. He had liked her for a while but knew that she didn’t have a lot of people around her and didn’t want to risk scaring her away, but after today he knew they’d be fine whether she felt the same or not.

He leaned back and grinned at her stunned face, taking the joint and placing it between her slightly open lips until she inhaled, then took it back for himself. That snapped her out of it and she rolled her eyes predictably.

“In your dreams, Munson.” She said with false bravado, leaning back onto her hands.

“Oh yeah, on the regular.” he said quickly, and she shook her head, hating that he always had a better comeback if she didn’t have the opening to call him a sellout.

“You’re just stoned.” She said, laughing and glancing away.

“I mean, I always am a little bit. So are you.” He said, and she laughed, still a bit confused.

Her lack of reaction was enough to dampen his enthusiasm and he decided to backpedal.

“Hey- just forget I said anything. You’re right, I’m baked.” He started, but frowned at the same time she did. “I mean, what I said was true, literally last night I had a dream that we were lost in a maze but actually it was the highschool? I think we ended up fighting something and then afterward it got- heh- uh, Whatever, I just- I know this is a weird situation. I don’t need to make it any weirder. We’re just hangin out, like normal.” He rambled to take the pressure off, and it worked, but as Sam thought about it, she thought that maybe she didn’t mind the pressure.

Sam looked at him and tilted her head, all of a sudden wondering why she had never considered Eddie that way before, and when he looked at her again she realized that maybe she had actually thought about it a lot.

“Eddie…” she said, playfully but serious enough that as she leaned closer he would know what to do.

He leaned in as well, and glanced down at her lips. Just as they were about to connect they heard the crackle of the radio again, and Sam couldn’t help but laugh at their continued interruptions with her head on his shoulder.

“You two having that cup of coffee yet?” Steve’s voice came from the other end, followed by a very soft ‘you have to say over.’

Sam just grinned and offered Eddie a hang up before he went to the radio and she went to the coffee maker.

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