#anyways he lives like an hour away from me but hes gonna be in town on saturday so were gonna hang out and ahh

[justablah56]

think I'm currently experiencing a crush for the first time in like . 5-6 years and what the fuck . how do you allos just . deal with this . I don't . how do you even function .

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere priest or religious higher up x witch reader?

Yandere! Priest pt. 2

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Pt.1

In a small, picturesque village nestled amidst towering mountains and lush greenery, there existed a quiet and humble priest. He was revered for his kind heart, unwavering devotion to his faith, and his desire to help others. Yandere! Priest had dedicated his life to serving his community, finding solace in his duties and the tranquility of the church. He could only be described as compassionate and fair with the gentlest heart. He was very well loved by the community around him and highly respected. However, there was a small group of people who hated him and preyed on his downfall. One these people managed to gravely injure him and drag his body far away from civilization to make sure he doesn’t have a chance at living. They wanted a slow and painful death for him.

On the outskirts desolated from the village, was an enchanted forest, that was rumored by the townspeople to be cursed and filled with many horrors. That so-called haunted and enchanted forest held your lovely house which you had been living in for decades. Now the question arises, why exactly were you living in such a dangerous and isolated forest in the first place? Well, an easy explanation to this question was the fact that you were a witch. On that possessed extraordinary magic, to be more specific you were a witch doctor. One who was dedicated to healing and creating new medicinal spells.

Currently, you were outside in that forest collecting herbs when you came across a severely injured person. They had grave injuries all over their body and had a nasty head wound across their skull. Whenever you came across an injured animal you would always heal them immediately in order to ensure their survival. This time it was different because they were human. You had to be extra cautious about using your powers in order to not be exposed as a witch. You start to carefully and swiftly carry them towards your cabin.

By the time that you got home, your patient had already lost a liter of blood. You honestly were not sure if they were even gonna survive the night but you quickly got to work on them. Although it took several hours, you managed to stabilize him with the help of your magic and medical tools. Using a spell to clean up the blood, you decide to retire for the night. The operation was a success but you had to heal him little by little to avoid suspicion. Anyways, he should be up by tomorrow, it’s time to get some well deserved rest.

When morning arrived, Yandere! Priest started to stir from his bed. He was currently in a daze, “Where was he? The last thing he remembered was getting beat up. How did he end up here?” A few minutes later, the door opened to reveal you. “Nice to see you awake. I hope you feel better now.” He looks at you with confusion and you quickly explain the situation and how you found him.

“Ah, I see. I can’t exactly remember who attacked me. Is it alright if I stay here for a while until I get better?” Just like that you earned yourself a new servant. He was extremely respectful towards you but had the tendency to linger extremely close to you while you were out in public looking for supplies. While you worked on your medicine, Yandere! Priest took care of all the household chores and acted like your househusband. He was supposed to be devoted to God and live his life in celibacy but here was little by little falling in love with you. No matter what he did, his mind was filled with just thoughts of you and the need to please your every desire. It wasn’t right but it felt so natural. If God was out there listening and witnessing all the deeds he had done for him in his name, then he wouldn’t mind if he fell in love with you right?

As the days went on, you both were living in complete harmony, that was until one day while shopping in town, someone from Yandere! Priest’s village recognized him. This person ended up being Yandere! Priest’s childhood friend who had a crush on him. She was extremely shocked that he was here and she stalked him all the way back to your house. While there she got jealous, the way that he looked and treated you made her green with envy. All her life she had a crush on him and when she finally had the courage to ask him out, he simply stated that he devoured his life to God. Devoted my ass, what kind of priest looks at a person with such tender love and care? She honestly could not believe this. She loved him so much that if she couldn’t have him, then no one could. Which is why she hired a hitman to kill him and why she was so surprised to see him alive. If only that person she hired wasn’t so incompetent.

After some more days of observation, she discovers a disturbing secret from you. It was the fact that you were a WITCH. She could not believe her eyes as she watched you take out your spell book to make a potion. As she was about to go town to tell everyone about this, she ended up tripping which alerted you that she was there. You quickly realized that she discovered your identity and was about to go tell the townspeople. In a flash you immediately took action and teleported to the other end of the forest and rushed to the town.

There, you immediately screamed, “WITCH, EVERYONE I HAVE DISCOVERED A WITCH.” This immediately caught the attention of everyone around and they all started to ask you questions about their appearance. Yandere! Priest was shopping and heard the sound of your voice. He immediately rushed over to you. After you finish giving the description of the girl, she immediately rushes over to the people and starts accusing you. Which you respond with, “She tells lies! I saw her reading and writing! She must be a witch, burn her at the stake!” Okay, so you knew this was morally wrong but it was either you or her. Thanks to your gaslighting and the brain deadness of the people, everyone took your side. It honestly was not that hard to convince them, they do witch burning of people every week because they had the ability to read.

Right now, you are currently watching a woman burn at the stake while she shouts profanities at you. You honestly could not believe that had worked, well at least your butt was saved. However, the more that Yandere! Priest thought about it, the more it made sense that you might actually be a witch. From your mannerism to your way of life, it was all odd. I mean normal people don’t just live in the middle of some random woods. Wait, no, that couldn’t be, you were something greater. For the remainder of his time he made sure to heavily observe you and anything you did. He kept these thoughts to himself until he fully recovered and was expected to leave your house. That was fine, he was willing to leave but not without you by his side. On this day, he hid your spell book to guarantee that you wouldn’t run away. With that he made his way back to his former village to start making preparations for your arrival.

You were frantically searching for your book. Where was it? You definitely couldn’t have misplaced, right? Just then, you hear a knock on the door and Yandere! Priest steps in. “I’m so grateful to see you again, I could bear being away from you. Even if it had only been two hours.” What? Now you were confused, what was he doing here again and what was he talking about? Seeing the confused look on your face he explains, “I’ve come to take you back with me. You see I am a priest and I now know that I was created in order to worship you.” With that he holds up your spell book. “I know what you are, a divine being greater than God. I’ll spend the rest of my day following your every demand. Come, I have already ordered the other priest to prepare your arrival. Let us worship you. You are the only one that can save us from this wretched world, please indulge us with your presence. We’ll make sure your word is law.”

You had such a look of disbelief written on your face. Holy crap did you just accidentally start up a cult?!?! Fuck.

[h4rring1on]

hello! could you do eddie forgetting readers birthday and he chose a dnd campaign over them? like maybe reader and eddie have planned it for weeks and was supposed to spend the whole day with eddie and reader buys a very pretty dress and when its finally readers birthday and shes at the cafe waiting for 4 hours she decides to go to eddies trailer and sees him in a middle of a campaign and eddie tells his friends to leave then after they have a very big argument and eddie leaves reader after cussing reader off driving away leaving her crying in the corner of his room staining her dress and she finally goes to her house and runs to her room crying more while eddie climbs up readers window trying to apologizes and reader just tells him to go away but lets him in anyways then they just start apologizing to eachother then just kiss (im sorry this is so long and kinda detailed HAHAHAHAHAHAH)

warnings: swearing, angst to fluff, thats it but please tell me if i missed something!

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you woke up with a smile on your face, it was finally your day. you and eddie had planned this day for weeks, it was gonna be about you.

you were gonna wear a pretty dress, eddie was gonna spend all his time with you, you two were gonna hung out at the cafe, it was all gonna be just about you.

it was your special day.

you slipped into your dress and admired yourself in the mirror, you looked so pretty. eddie has never seen you in this dress, this one was a surprise. and you we’re so excited to show him.

you got in your car headed to the cafe, you two went there all the time, so everyone knew you. when you got there, he wasn’t here yet, so you sat in your designated spot.

it was just yours and eddie’s, your special little spot.

you talked to one of the workers for a bit since you were basically friends with all of them, but they had to go back to work so you sat alone as you waited

soon, minutes started to feel like hours, and hours felt like an eternity. you looked at the time with a shocked look on your face, it had been 4 hours and he hasn’t come here

maybe he forg—

no! maybe he’s just busy—or sick! or somewhere really crowded even though they live in a small town. there had to be a rational reason.

you got in your car and headed to his place, ignoring the pitiful looks you got from the workers. you then heard some commotion coming from the trailer, and a smile reappeared on your face, of course! it was a surprise party!

you walked in and stopped in your place, the welcoming sight showed eddie and hellfire, playing their little game. no presents, no cake, no decor, nothing. just a normal day.

your smile was quickly replaced with anger, and everyone could see that, so eddie told them to go ahead and leave since this did not look like it was gonna end pretty.

“what’s wrong?” he asked

“what?” your heart broke, “eddie—you—how could you do this?”

“what did i do?”

“you seriously don’t remember?” you snapped, “it’s my birthday!”

his eyes widened at the realization, “oh my god i’m so sorr—“

“no! eddie! i have been making excuses for you for the past 5 hours, this was supposed to be my day! it was supposed to be about me! i was supposed to dress up all pretty, i got this dress just for you!” you pointed at your dress and he looked down to see it

“baby—“

“no! you—you forgot me! you forgot me and instead played your stupid fucking game without even remembering me! what if it was a normal day huh? you wouldn’t ask about me even then?”

“you do know birthdays aren’t all about you, right? people have other things to do then please you”

“please me?! you’re the one who planned everything! you planned everything and forgot it like an idiot!”

“maybe because i don’t care!” he yelled louder than you, making you go quiet

you two just stared at each other in silence, his entire expression changed as if he looked guilty, but he quickly ran off, leaving you alone in his trailer.

you ran to his room and curled up in a ball, a sobbing crying mess. did he really not care? a lot of people have said that before but why did it sting so much when he said it?

you had to cried to yourself for what felt like an hour, you got back to your senses and got in your car, heading home. once you got there you ran to your home and cried there too, why did it hurt so much?

words have never hurt you, but this really got to you. you suddenly flinched to the sound of knocking, you looked behind you to see eddie there, standing on the roof and in front of your window

“go away” you said, wiping away your tears

“cmon” he said but you ignored him and wiped off your makeup like he wasn’t there

“i’m gonna freeze out here!” he said, even though you were extremely mad at him, you still cared about him, so you rolled your eyes and opened the window, letting him in

he climbed in and fell on the floor, he got up and smiled at you, “hi”

but all you gave him was an unamused look, you were about to walk away until he gently gripped your wrist

“baby, please talk to me” he said, you sighed and just crossed your arms as you waited for him to speak up, “okay listen—i’m so sorry—i didn’t mean anything i said! i know i forgot and i know this was supposed to be your day and i did forget like an idiot” he sighed

he then held both of your hands, “please let me make it up to you—tomorrow! it’ll be all about you, i promise, i’ll make you feel special just like you truly deserve”

“oh really? thought you didn’t want to please you” you said

“yes—that, i’m so sorry about that—i care about you and your day, i was just—i knew i was in the wrong but i defended myself either way, please—let me make it up to you.” he said and looked down at your dress, “you never told me about this” he said

“it was supposed to be a surprise” you grumbled

“i never knew there was a way you could get prettier” he said as he trailed his hands down your dress

“if you’re trying to get me to forgive you it’s not working” you rolled your eyes

he gripped your thighs and held you up, making you scream in surprise, “how about now”

“you’re an idiot” you said, “but you’re my idiot”

he chuckled and pulled you in, the two of you shared a kiss for what felt like hours, once you let go the two of you leaned your foreheads on each other

“i’m so sorry, you know i love you, right?”

“i love you too, eds” you smiled

“well you better get to bed” he said as he placed you in bed and got in with you

“what? you’re sleeping here?”

“duh! that’s the first step of your day”

you let out a little giggle and kissed his cheek, even though you two had some problems. it would all work out in the end, because that’s how much you loved each other.

[xoxoladyaz]

AU-gust, Day 4: Runaway

My Little Runaway (5+1)

In the aftermath of the “earthquakes” – Wayne doesn’t buy that government bullshit for a second, earthquakes his ass – Hawkins becomes entirely uninhabitable. And said United States government, out of the goodness of its heart, deigns to relocate all of its remaining citizens to one of the nearby towns in Indiana (except for Eddie and his friends that got all mixed up in that bullshit Wayne still doesn’t fully know about; all of them get relocated to Illinois, Wayne included.)

And it's nice, in the immediate aftermath, having all of them around, Jim and Joyce and those kids. They make Eddie come to life in a way that Wayne had worried he’d never see again during those first few days in the hospital. It’s nice having other adults to talk to, who understand the circles under his eyes, who wake up alongside their own kids when they start screaming. Hell, it’s even nice living next to the Harrington’s boy – Steve, who looks just like his father yet couldn’t act more different. Steve, who shepherds around the kids and that girl with the short blonde hair without a complaint.

Steve, who is starting to spend a lot of time in Eddie’s bedroom these days.

So despite the hullaballoo and pain it took to get here, Wayne is grateful that they all live so close, that their houses are all in a row on that sunny suburban block. He’s grateful to have a house, with neighbors that are actually his friends. And he’s grateful that when Steve and Eddie do start dating, when Eddie is all but moved into Steve’s small house next-door, that he’s still close enough to see his kid every day.

(At least, he’s grateful for it at first.)

1. The Lawn Incident

The first time it happens, they aren’t dating yet.

“WAYNE!”

Wayne startles at the sound of Eddie’s shout as he sprints through the front door, screen shutting behind him with a loud bang.

“What? What is it?!��

The government is after them. That kid from Hawkins is there, he’s got a gun. Eddie’s hurt, he’s bleeding, he’s – 

“Get me away from him!” Eddie screeches, gesturing at the door he just ran through. Wayne grabs for his rifle (the one he keeps next to the door just in case) and runs forward, expecting to see a mob on his doorstep – 

There’s no mob.

There’s no sign of anyone. Just Steve Harrington mowing Claudia Henderson’s lawn across the street, shirtless –

Wayne sets the gun back down by the door and turns to shoot Eddie an unimpressed look.

“What? What?! Didn’t you see that? He’s trying to kill me!” Eddie pants, peering out the window and ducking as Steve turns. He sees Wayne and waves.

“He’s not the one you need to worry about killing you, boy.”

Wayne leaves Eddie to his moaning about the boy’s physique and tan and sweat and heads to the kitchen. (Surely 10 AM isn’t too early for a beer.)

2. The First Date

Wayne’s honestly grateful that the Harrington boy moves faster than his own nephew. If it was up to Eddie, he’d be pining for years. Steve, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to invite him to dinner the next time he saw Eddie after The Lawn Incident. And he has the insight to plan their dinner date for the following day, meaning Eddie only has twenty-four hours to work himself into a tizzy.

(Granted, that’s plenty of time for Eddie to accomplish that, but still.)

Anyways, Wayne has to sit through Eddie parading across the living room in various band shirts of varying quality before Eddie finally decides on the one he’d tried on first (Iron Maiden, and Wayne doesn’t have the heart to tell him that maybe a grinning skeleton isn’t the best idea for a first date but hey, the Harrington boy already knows what he’s getting into), and Eddie’s debating the merits of sneakers versus boots when the doorbell rings.

Eddie spins around so fast to stare at Wayne that Wayne has to stifle his laughter. “He’s here!”

“You gonna get the door then, or are you just gonna let him decorate the porch?”

“Right, right,” Eddie mutters, first to Wayne and then to himself. Throwing his shoulders back, he takes a deep breath and makes his way to the front door. Wayne watches as Eddie nods to himself once, twice, and pulls the door open – 

And then just stands there, blinking at the Harrington boy, before slamming the door in his face.

“Eds? Everything okay?”

Eddie whips around and backs up against the door, pale like he’s seen a ghost. He tries to whisper something to Wayne, but Wayne can’t hear it. “Sorry?”

“I said HE BROUGHT ME FLOWERS!”

“Are you gonna let him in and get a vase or – ”

“Huh? Oh, SHIT - ” Eddie turns back around and throws open the door. The Harrington boy is standing there with an amused grin on his face that only grows wider as Eddie starts babbling, snatches the flowers out of his hand and makes a break for the kitchen, leaving Wayne and the kid to look at each other.

“He’s a little excitable,” Wayne finally breaks the silence, and the Harrington boy laughs.

“I know. I like that about him, though.”

Wayne lets himself finally smile at the Harrington kid – Steve. “Me too, kid. Me too.”

3. The GED

“Wayne, you gotta hide me!”

Wayne barely has time to set his coffee down before Eddie is sliding into the living room and diving behind the couch. “Oh? And what’s the emergency today?”

Eddie pokes his head up from behind the chartreuse couch cushion. “Wheeler’s gone crazy, Wayne! Do you know how many flashcards she has?”

“More than a few, I’d hope. Your test is coming up next month.”

“They’re color-coded,” Eddie hisses. The doorbell rings and he dives back down, making a meep sound.

Wayne rolls his eyes and stands up out of his rocking chair. “I guess I’ll get the door.”

“NO NO NO - ”

He opens the door and Steve is standing there, alongside the older Wheeler girl and Steve’s friend Robin. “Wayne,” the Wheeler girl greets him with a tight smile, and then she’s passing him and powerwalking into the living room, Robin at her heels. (And judging by the immediate hollering Wayne hears, she finds Eddie relatively quickly.)

“Evening,” Wayne greets Steve over the din of voices in his living room. “I take it studying’s going well?”

The sound of something breaking cuts Steve off before he has a chance to reply, and Steve shoots a nervous look at Wayne. “It’s, uh, it’s going. I think Nance might have met her match.”

“Mmm,” Wayne hums, and then something else crashes onto the floor and ya know, Wayne didn’t need to watch Bonanza tonight anyways.

“I heard Hopper got some new IPAs from Wisconsin?” Steve offers, wincing as the sound of Eddie and Wheeler arguing meets its crescendo.

“Let me grab my jacket.”

4. The Fight

Wayne’s not expecting there to be any lights on when he gets home from the shop that day; Eddie had said something about an anniversary dinner with Steve, something about six months of dating, so it’s a shock to walk through the door and see Eddie swaddled under a blanket, eating ice cream while watching The Thing.

“Everything okay, son?”

“Of course! I mean, what would I have to be upset about?” Eddie snaps, forcefully digging his spoon into the Chunky Monkey.

“Right,” Wayne says, and then slowly makes his way into his bedroom where he makes a call.

“Eddie, please, I just want to talk - ”

“Sorry, son, it’s just me.”

A choked-up Steve sighs over the phone. “Hey Wayne.”

“Hey, kid. You mind telling me why Eddie’s on a mission to clean out Ben & Jerry’s tonight?”

 Steve sniffles. “I asked him to be my boyfriend. Like, officially.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Eddie assumed we already were, which is bullshit because I asked him, like, after our fourth date and he said no, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be ‘Steve Harrington’s Boyfriend’ or whatever but apparently it was a joke and, I mean, it’s not like I’ve been dating anyone else but I just thought - ”

“That he meant what he said, right,” Wayne huffs out a breath. “Let me go talk to him for a bit, okay son?”

“ ‘kay. Thanks, Wayne,” Steve replies quietly, and then he hangs up the phone. Wayne takes a moment to look at the ceiling – Lord, he loves his kid, but this is not what he wanted to be doing on his Friday – but he heads back into the living room anyways and turns off the TV.

“Hey!”

“Son, we need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About what you said to Steve, that’s what.”

Eddie grumbles, stabbing his spoon through the bottom of the ice cream carton. “You’re on his side then?”

“Hey, you’re my kid. I’m always gonna be on your side. But that means sometimes I gotta tell you when you’re in the wrong and right now, son, you’re in the wrong.”

Eddie throws his head back against the couch with a sigh. “It’s just – he should have known!”

“Eds, we both got a bit of that Munson-meanness in us. We both know that sometimes our jokes don’t sound like jokes. How was your boy supposed to know that if you didn’t talk to him about it after the fact? He can’t read your mind, kid.”

“I know, I know, I fucking know!” Eddie scrunched his face up and threw the empty ice cream carton to the side. “It’s my fucking fault and I just – I hate that he thought I was just trying him out for six fucking months, as if I’d actually do something like that to him!”

“Well,” Wayne sighs, “then it sounds like both of you let your own shit get in the way of things. And the only way you can fix it now is if you talk it out.”

“And say what?”

“That it was a stupid joke and that you’re not the sort of person who’d treat anyone that way. And for the record, kid, I think he knows that. He might be gone on you, but he’s not the type of guy who’d stay with someone who treated him badly.”

Eddie bites at his lip for a little bit. “Okay. I’m gonna go talk to Steve.”

“Good,” Wayne nods, and then Eddie is fast-walking to the door – 

And he still has Wayne’s blanket.

“Bring that blanket back!”

“Yes, Wayne.”

“And some more Chunky Monkey!”

“Yes, Wayne!”

(Wayne’ll be lucky if he sees either in the next year.)

5. The Game

It’s a perfect fall Sunday; a cool breeze flows in through the open window, Wayne has a cold beer and a new can of peanuts in front of him, and the Colts are starting as receivers for the first playoff game of the season. He has four blissful hours of peace in front of him, just him, his football team, and –

“WAYNE!”

Wayne groans as Eddie slams into the house. “WAYNE, I need – no, no, no, WHY? You’re watching the game too?!”

“It’s the playoffs, son,” Wayne says. Or, rather, he tries to say; a whole stampede of footsteps follow Eddie into the house and suddenly Wayne’s surrounded by his kid, six teenagers, a pre-teen and the Corroded Coffin boys (who were in town for a visit). 

“Whatever, he can watch the game Eddie, we just need a table - ”

“ – grab the extra chairs, we can get it set up - ”

“Wait, wait, wait, set up what exactly?” Wayne asks but the teens have scattered, running to all ends of his house to set up something at his dining room table and – ah, yes. Their dragon game.

“Really, son?” Wayne asks as Eddie walks by and snatches a couch pillow. “Can’t you do this at your house?”

“I promised Steve that he could have the house if his team made the finals or whatever - ”

“The playoffs, Ed.”

“ – yeah, that’s what I said, but we need to finish up this campaign before Jeff and Gareth go back to school and - ”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Wayne scoops his beer and his peanuts up and heads for the door.

“ – only six hours or so and – hey, where are you going?”

“I’m running away,” Wayne replies drily as he shoots Eddie a final wave. “Steve has a bigger TV anyways.”

Eddie lets out a theatrical gasp, but Wayne is too far away to hear whatever else he has to say. 

(Steve does have a bigger TV. And Jim and Charles are fans, too. Maybe they have more of that IPA.)

+1 The Proposal

Wayne’s used to it by now, the sound of his front door slamming shut. It usually signals that Eddie’s in one of his moods, or is excited to share something about the store or Steve or their brand new puppy – Strider, because his kid is a nerd – or because it’s been seventy-two hours and at that point Eddie usually feels the need to make an entrance to check in on Wayne because it’s rare these day that they go three days without at least checking in, but when Wayne goes to check the door, it isn’t Eddie standing there.

It's Steve, and he’s panting.

“Steve? You okay, son?”

‘Yeah, yeah,” he nods, “I just – I don’t know how much longer I can put it off.”

Wayne feels warm all the way in the cockles of his heart. “It’s just ‘til this weekend, son.”

“I know! But Eddie’s so smart,” Steve complains, running his fingers through his hair, “he’s so smart and he knows something’s up and I’m trying not to act weird but because I’m trying not to act weird then he knows that I’m acting weird, and I’m afraid he’s going to pull away again and I just – we just keep having moments where I want to tell him and I keep having to stop myself and I don’t know if I can wait any longer – ”

“Then don’t.”

“ – and I – what?”

Wayne shrugs. “If you don’t want to wait any longer, then don’t.”

Steve looks lost. “But I – I just want this to be perfect. Eddie deserves something perfect.”

“Kid, you are his something perfect,” Wayne replies, and Steve flushes bright red. “You could ask him while he’s on the shitter and it’d be perfect because it’s you.”

“You really think so?” Steve asks shyly. “I mean, not that I’m going to ask him when he’s going to the bathroom - ”

“You probably could do a little better than that,” Wayne agrees, and the two men are laughing when Eddie bursts into the room behind them.

“WHAT is going on here, hmm?” Eddie exclaims.

“Eddie,” Wayne starts, trying to stop whatever monologue is coming but Eddie cuts him off.

“No, Wayne, don’t try to tell me something isn’t going on because something is going on and you,” Eddie says, turning to point at a bright-red Steve, “you are being incredibly suspicious right now and if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you keep running every time we’re in the same room because you don’t want to be with me anymore but that can’t possibly be true because I woke up with you - ”

“EDWARD ANTHONY MUNSON,” Wayne interrupts, completely unwilling to hear whatever scandalous thing was going to come out of Eddie’s mouth next, but it turns out he didn’t have to be the one to interrupt Eddie after all because Eddie has stopped talking entirely. He’s just standing in Wayne’s living room and gaping at Steve.

Steve, who is kneeling on Wayne’s shaggy carpet, a black ring box in his hand.

Wayne’s throat tightens up as soon as he sees the tears lining Eddie’s eyes. “Steve?”

“I was going to wait until next weekend,” Steve starts shakily. “I had a whole plan. I was going to take you to Metallica next weekend and wait until they started playing our song - ”

“Nothing Else Matters.”

“ – right, ‘Nothing Else Matters,’” Steve replies, his own eyes swimming but he’s beaming at Eddie, he’s smiling up at Wayne’s son and shit, Wayne’s going to need a handkerchief himself, “and then I was going to slide this ring onto your hand and – I know that we’ve only been together a year, I know it’s really, really fast – ”

Eddie’s half-laughing and half-gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face and collecting in the corners of his smile.

“ – and I know that it’s only for us, really, but being with you – this past year has been the best year of my life and maybe it makes me selfish, but I want the rest of them, too. I want them all with you, Eds. Will you - ” Steve swallows, bracing himself, “would you do me the honor of being my not-at-all-lawfully-wedded husband?”

Eddie nods and gasps and shouts out the word “YES!” and then he’s throwing himself on top of Steve, laughing and crying together and kissing and then Steve is sliding the ring on Eddie’s finger – a small black diamond with a silver band, one that Wayne had helped Steve decide on out of four possible choices – and then they’re kissing again and murmuring words of love into each others’ mouths and the moment is everything Wayne has ever wanted for Eddie but if Eddie keeps kissing Steve like that it is going to quickly become something Wayne doesn’t want to see, so he interrupts.

“Congratulations, sons,” he says, and then Eddie is jumping up and running in Wayne’s arms, laughing and jumping and asking if he knew and if he wants to see the ring and if Wayne knew it would ever be possible for Eddie to be this happy.

“Oh, I knew,” Wayne replies with a sly grin. “Knew it the day you ran away because you saw him mowing Claudia’s lawn shirtless.”

“Hey!”

“Aww, my little runaway,” Steve says, hugging Eddie from behind and pressing a smattering of kisses against his cheek. “Just as long as you let me run away with you from now on.”

“Deal,” Eddie says, turning to smile at Steve and yeah, Wayne can give them a few moments while he digs out the IPAs. (They’re not champagne but hey, they’ll do.)

(And having Steve as a son-in-law? Yeah. That’ll do too.) 

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Tumblr WILL NOT let me post the fic and this ask at the same time and I've tried legit five times. So THANK YOU anon for the request and I'm sorry for the weirdness in uploading. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this!

My Ghost.

Billy x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: You don't know what happened that night. Things were fine, life was good, then your partner is on the news for all sorts of shit you never would've thought him capable of the day prior. He was dead, he was evil, and you were trying to move on. But what's the proper etiquette when the dead show up on your door unannounced?

Tags: No use of Y/N, hurt/comfort, fake death, mentions of drinking, drug use/dealing, grieving, arguing, cursing, flashbacks, brief suggestive scenes, suicidal thoughts.

Other Works in This Series: 'Repentance' (Prequel to 'My Ghost') • 'Lapses' (Sequel to 'My Ghost')

Notes: The way I've been trying to upload this for two hours. Oh my fucking God. Anyways, everyone say thank you to anon for getting me to write something that doesn't make God cry.

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I'm not hard to please, but I'm not desperate despite what the rumors may say.

People enjoy gossip. People who don't know fuck all about you. And my standards are fine. Were fine. And I don't mean standards such as 'buys me flowers everyday' or 'doesn't deal coke.' I mean standards such as 'is a decent fucking person.'

"That's what I thought you were up until all of this fucking... disappearing for months!" I scream, anger fueling me. I don't let the other emotions win out, don't let them have a say. Because if I do, I'll be too conflicted and overwhelmed and then I'm gonna cry, and that's not fair.

People had warned me he was trouble. Terms such as 'wannabe cowboy,' 'rebel without a cause' were tossed around in warning. But to me, he was just Billy.

Then he was dead.

Now, he was here. He showed up at my door nine months after leaving me with a small little keychain on the kitchen table and a soft kiss on my forehead, saying he had some plans for that evening. But he'll be back soon.

Then he was on the news. And a gas station blew up. Gangs, stolen vehicles. He was probably dead. Things would be easier if he was dead.

Fine. Maybe I initially ignored warning signs. Maybe I was distracted by his handsome side profile, too busy admiring his nose to notice the occasions it was dusted with the trace of a fine powder. Maybe his hands were too beautiful for me to realize they were slipping money to men in dark jackets when we went out to the rougher parts of town. But he was mine and I was his, and overall he was a good person.

He was alive. He was alive and I was mad because if he was dead then at least it would be valid that for nine months I have had to deal with the accusatory stares of our neighbors assuming I knew, the pity from my loved ones, and the betrayel that kept me awake at night. It would mean he hadn't left me to deal with his repercussions, that maybe there was a valid excuse. An undiagnosed brain tumor that finally gave way to insanity, a gun to his head. Something that was not the worst case scenario of just... being an awful person. I could let his things rest around the house undisturbed, hiding from the world and waiting to find the courage to join him one day and living in denial in the meantime. What the fuck was all of this?

"I couldn't tell you," he keeps saying. "It was better if you knew nothing until I was sure I could come get you."

"Why didn't you just take me with you from the start?" I ask. I've been pacing the floor for the past twenty minutes ever since he showed up. It was better than throwing every breakable object in the cheap, worn down shack of a house at him, which was my second instinct. My first was to pull him into my arms, draw the curtains shut and hide him away so that he'll never leave again. Like an idiot.

He laughs bitterly. "You would not be asking that if you knew what the fuck I went through," he says. His words sound like they should be angry, but there's this lightness to them like he can't let himself think too much about it. It just makes me angrier.

"Don't fucking laugh!" I snap. "Do you think any of this is funny?"

"I think you're funny when you're mad," he deflects, smiling. "You got this whole routine. Pacing, nose twitching. I like the Shirley Temple stomps, like you're a kid."

I groan loudly, the noise almost sounding like a low scream in my throat.

"You owed money to fucking- who?" I yell.

"The details don't matter-"

"When I have been grieving your death for nine months, they fucking matter!" I snap. His brows furrow, his hands mid air as if to say 'the fuck did I do?'

"You know me, okay? I don't get caught," he says as though it were obvious.

"I know fucking nothing!" I practically scream.

When we met he was just a guy at a bar, handsome, wearing that same ridiculous jacket that I couldn't help but stroke the white fluff on, tequila running through my veins.

"Can I help you?" He asked, smirking.

"Just wanted to see what it felt like," I said.

"Wanna feel something else?" He asked, his chin resting on his head.

"Oh, fucking gross. Fuck o-"

"I was talking about this," he said, whipping out his keys to show off an odd, weirdly shaped keychain with short, stiff fuzz. "Don't call me a pervert just cause you're one."

He was smiling. It was an easy smile. Careless, happy with life. I loved that smile. It meant things were always alright as long as he was smiling.

He was smiling on the photo they used for the manhunt.

We'd danced the whole night. He didn't know hardly any of the songs, causing him to be off beat. I was too drunk to keep time, so I stepped on his leather boots enough times there was a visible scuff on the top of one by the end of the night. I always felt bad, offering to replace or help pay to fix it. He wouldn't let me.

"They're a keepsake," he'd insist. "A living memory." He wore them everyday.

He's wearing sneakers, today.

At the end of the night, I stumbled out of the bar with a note in my coat pocket. It took two weeks for me to wear that coat again, and when I found the slip I'd almost thrown it away, assuming it was something dumb. But when I saw the worst handwriting in the world displaying a number belonging to someone named 'Keychain Guy,' I almost couldn't wait to call.

"Bullshit," Billy snaps. "You know me better than anyone."

"Don't say that," I say, putting a hand out protectively to keep him away. "That's exactly why everyone thinks I was just fine with that whole- fucked up thing!"

A gas station burned. A stolen vehicle. People were dead. People were dead.

Billy was presumed dead.

There was no funeral. He had no family, and none of mine wanted to put money into something that would be protested by the whole town anyways. No body to bury, nothing to do but gather up his things and smoke what remained in his stash until people came to nurse me back to life. By that point there wasn't even relief in drugs. The taste simply reminded me of better times cooking in the kitchen as we blew the smoke into each others faces, or worse. Better. Whatever.

I never questioned when Billy went out of town. I knew his work had details I didn't want nor need to know. Money was tight. But Billy always came home with little things whenever he went on unexpected trips. Knick knacks, snacks, some item I'd seen at the store and picked up to make a comment about. Had he been particularly forthcoming about his dealing when we started dating? No. He said he worked for a local small business, which technically isn't untrue. But about six months in, he was the one who approached me and sat me down at the small, rickty round table to tell me the truth. And that's what mattered to me. The economy is shit and it's not like it was meth, so who am I to judge?

About a year into it, I was begging for him to do something else.

"I don't like you disappearing," I told him. "I'm scared one day you're gonna piss someone off and that'll be the end. Then what am I gonna do?"

"Then you're gonna make sure they don't fuck up my face during the embalming process for the funeral," Billy said around his hand rolled cigarette. I whip the small dish towel at him, making him laugh and protect his small ashtray that I made him for Christmas the year prior. It was shitty, uneven, and I'm 99% sure a fire hazard. But he wouldn't use any other ones unless I was the one who bought them for him, and even then he favored this one. 'When this place goes up in flames,' I thought, 'I'll regret that gift.'

I'd kept it by the kitchen window every day since he'd died. "Died." It was his spot.

He moves to sit there now, looking in his pockets for the small box of prerolled cigarettes.

"People know you weren't involved," he says dismissively.

"Your friends know. What about the old ladies at church? The checkout clerks at the store? How about the fucking mailman?" I shout, convinced I'm still talking to the dead. "You think they know the ins and outs of the local psychos support group?" I ask, gesturing and stepping closer.

I was the local outcast now. Not to be trusted, not worth kindness. Shame was my title, and when Billy appeared on my doorstep at an hour where only I was awake I was sure I'd caught the same awful disease that must have been what sent him spiraling that winter day. It wasn't until he pushed the door open fully, taking me into his arms and pressing a warm kiss to my lips that I knew he was real. It was a feeling I was in the early stages of forgetting, blurry and cold. But here he was, the stubble on his chin a bit longer and his ears missing the small hoops that had glittered in the sunlight when he walked out the door.

Then I'd pushed him away. And the fight began.

"I'm not a fucking psycho," he argues. His hands pat around his outfit, searching. "You got a lighter?"

"Fuck off." I kept his favorite in my left pocket. I had to be careful what things of his I wore or kept on my person. People close to me knew I would have never condoned his actions, but even they had glared at me in the early wake of Billy's death when I dared to wear one of his shirts out of the house, or more commonly one of his thick leather jackets. But a lighter can be hidden, and unless you had borrowed it you wouldn't know it had specifically been his. So I kept it with me all the time, just feeling it next to my skin with the only barrier being the fabric of my pocket. Without a thought, I cover the small item as though he can see right through me. Picking up on the hint, he's rises from the table and begins walking over to me.

"Don't be a dick, just let me borrow it," he says, holding out his hand.

"Fuck off," I snap.

"You've said that. I just need it for two seconds," he says as his hands begin to gently grab at me, one on my shoulder and the other dipping into my pocket.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yell, slapping at him.

"Just let me have-"

He cuts himself off as he pulls out the lighter from my pocket, his thumb grazing over the printed picture. The Statue of David. He'd bought because it made us laugh. One side was the regular statue, the other a close up of its small genitals with cursive writing underneath spelling the art piece's name.

"Oh," Billy says quietly.

We stand for a moment, silent. He doesn't seem sure what to do. My lungs burn with unheaved sobs. I fucking hate this.

"You were gonna come back," I finally say quietly. I hate how my voice sounds when I'm upset. I hate that I'm wearing his dogtag, an item he'd bought at a World War II museum in middle school that he gave me for our first Christmas because we were both too broke to actually buy each other anything, hence the poorly made ashtray. I hate that when I sleep at night it's in his clothes that I rarely wash because the idea of losing his smell makes me want to scream. I hate that his scent is different from the bottle of cologne he kept next to my makeup, one time spilling all over the entire bathroom counter because we'd gotten too wrapped up in each other, dragging our nails down each others backs and watching ourselves in the mirror until one wrong move of my hand revealed he'd been a bit too careless about screwing the lid back on earlier in the day. I'd always warned him about that.

I'd been in the bathroom putting on my permanently scented blush when I got the text.

"I was going to," he said softly. "Then I couldn't."

"So what?" I say, not daring to turn and face him, choosing instead to stare at where the cheap, old wood paneling of the wall meets the shaggy, stained carpet that you have to wear shoes on due to the staples that have begun sticking out of it. "You just propose to someone and then pretend to die?"

Valentines Day was an awfully cheesy day to do it. So it's a good thing it was a technicality.

The day had been lovely. Billy had saved up a little to take me to a local hibachi place, telling me to wear my best outfit and jewelry. It was slightly overkill, but it's the small things in life, isn't it?

We'd come home with a bottle of wine, a low budget movie to ignore and hands searching desperately for each other.

"I love you," he'd said between pants. "You're mine."

"Buy a ring," I'd dared. Our minds were buzzed, the bottle half empty and our clothes thrown away without care. Took me weeks to find his both of his socks.

I hadn't meant for him to take it seriously. But I guess he decided it was time.

Two days later I thought it was odd when he walked into the house with my favorite lunch. It wasn't expensive really, we just usually got it for special occasions or days that had been mentally harder for me. And things were normal that day. I was getting ready for my shift, running around like I always do trying to make sure I've got everything.

"Your coffee's in the cup, will you just sit down?" He laughed, watching me. I quickly collected the take out box, sipping my coffee and wincing over its temperature.

"Fuck, that burns," I cursed. He wrapped his arms around me, trying to get me to sit at the table. "Baby, I can't," I protested softly, but I was laughing. He was peppering me in kisses, giving me those big puppy dog eyes everyone knew were my weakness. He wanted for nothing so long as he looked at me just like that.

"Just this once," he asked, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I couldn't help the blush and giggle that rose from me, but I also couldn't be late.

"I'll make up for it," I promised, slipping away and running into the bedroom to get my shoes. When I ran back in, pulling them on and coming to kiss him goodbye, I nearly fell over when I saw him on one knee, smiling and looking at me like 'I told you so.'

I don't like how itchy the ring feels on my middle finger as I twirl it in thought.

"You don't know what happened," he pleaded, his hands still on me. "If you would just listen to me-"

"The news gave a pretty good description, William. I don't think there's missing pieces in my head, unlike you," I say coldly, detaching from myself so to not have to deal with my emotions. This makes him stiffen, pulling away and resuming his place at the kitchen table, lighting his cigarette and placing the ashtray in front of him like nothing has changed when everything has.

It feels like I'm out of time. Like I've been shoved into a picture of what my life looked like before. Except the house was never this clean, clothes always scattered about. Not just in a fit of passion, we just had bad habits when it came to picking up. Billy would always say the chairs are more decorations then they are seats, anyways. "Why would you use those when you have such a nice seat here?" He'd ask, wiggling his hips and placing his hands behind his head, making me laugh.

Billy never looked so well put together in the house, usually in a wife beater and his hair framing his face. He'd always joked he looked like a dirty hippie around me, and I'd always show him how much I liked that. Not that he looked fantastic now. When we went out he was known for putting in effort. He always had more hair products than me, which I found funny. Though he refused makeup. Once I'd managed to talk him into eyeliner. 'Guyliner' I'd teased. He liked it, but said it should stay between us with a wink before asking where to get dinner. Now he sits before me in clothes obviously stolen to help him look unremarkable, his hair shaggy and uncut, so different from the man I loved.

"Who are you?" I asked him. That man didn't shrink away from accountability.

He sighed, smoke swirling around him as he wipes his face with his hand.

"I don't know. Can't tell if I'm better or worse, to be honest," he admits softly. His eyes look haunted, heavy bags underneath. It's the way his shoulders sag as though his will to go on is slowly draining from him in this very moment that makes me want to break now. Like whatever reason he had for still going was fruitless.

I didn't like the way we mirrored each other like this.

I slowly scuff my feet towards him, tapping my fingers against the back of the wooden chair before pulling it out to sit across from him. It's a start.

"So if you tell me," I say slowly. "Am I going to wish you were dead?"

He doesn't look at me. "I don't know."

Great.

The night is long. Morning comes without an invitation, the blue sky beginning to glow through the shitty blinders I always told Billy we should replace one day. I understand less than when we started, we've both cried more than once, and between our fingers is cigarette stubs and the feeling of each others skin, hands laced together as though another click of an old remote to an outdated TV with batteries you had to rub against your shirt to make work would reveal the smouldering remains of a gas station, displaying the estimated body count and deeming one of us as a devil of the worst kind, ripping us apart.

"Jesus," I say when it's over.

"Yeah," he says. "So, needless to say, my anxiety is shit now."

It isn't funny. It's a tragic statement. But when we both glance into the others eyes, it's his small little smirk that makes me laugh like I haven't since my mother sent me the local news report with his picture covering the front page. The same one that shows everything is still okay.

"I'm sorry," I say. Then the laughing turns into sobbing, and then I can't breathe. And I really am sorry.

I'm sorry I couldn't help him. I'm sorry he went out on a romantic whim and borrowed money he shouldn't have for the ring I was too ashamed to wear on the proper finger. I'm sorry he couldn't come back for me. And I'm sorry for hating him when he showed up unannounced at my door.

"Hey," he says gently, standing and crossing to me, removing his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders to comfort me. It's unfamiliar, evidence of a life he wouldn't have led if he had just stayed by me and it upsets me, but his lips against my wet cheeks ground me, familiar and soothing me, coaxing me into wrapping my arms around him, clawing my trembling fingers through his hair. Still soft. Still combed.

"You can't stay here," I choke out.

"I know," he says quietly. There's nothing for a long time, our bodies shaking as we cling to each other. In our arms are the unspoken months of grief. Of his longing for our home, of my insanity. Death looms over the furniture, light hidden away lest it take away my sacred treasures I'd used to keep his spirit close to me.

"I can't lose you again," I say.

"I know," he says, smelling my hair and placing a soft kiss on top of my head. "But I can't promise stability if you follow me."

My brows furrow, my mind racing in confusion, my hopes rising. Follow?

"I know a guy," he says quickly, his arms tighter as if scared I'll turn away. "Says he can get me a new identity and a one way ticket to somewhere. I don't know where yet, but it's worth a try."

My fingers trace his back, swirling invisible patterns over his shirt. He'd always liked that after a rough day. I can feel the tension begin to slowly fall away from him at the contact, his breathing growing deeper and more steady. "And you want me to come?"

"Need," he corrects. "I don't regret leaving you, but I can't stay away. Even if it's more kind to let you mourn and find a better life."

A new life. A new identity. New name, new everything.

Maybe I am insane. Maybe this exactly the kind of mental break Billy had that day. Maybe I was doomed to follow his spirit no matter what. Maybe this is a second chance. Maybe God had granted me a mercy I'll never be able to repay, no matter how many night I spend in worship at a church or between this man's legs. Maybe I'd spend every day looking over my shoulder, paranoid and eventually turning cruel to strangers so to keep this one person everyone told me to let go of from the very beginning.

But the same Billy.

"Can he do a marriage license?" I ask after a long silence. I can hear him laugh, pulling away to look at me.

"That eager?" He asks softly, his eyes gentle, thumb stroking my cheek. I lean into his touch, softly placing a kiss on his palm.

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"Well," I say, "I already have the ring."

Masterlist

As cute as this was, please have better standards than the Reader I wrote in this fic. No man is worth that. I am DEADASS. Anyways, love y'all <3

[iheart-alastor]

Alastor x Fem! Reader who can control sound

I've made this out of pure bordem before I go to sleep if you want me to continue it and possibly make it into a chapter I will put a poll at the bottom of it for you to answer!

(Baso reader in this can control peoples voice and certain objects what create sounnd like a tv or radio/anything what sound comes from)

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Alastor was on air again talking about the early 1900s and how life was until a huge screech sound ripples through his broadcast and cut it off. Completely before a loud laugh came through his microphone he looked at it in annoyance and confusion 'what was going on' before a voice came through it one more "Will you Shut the fuck up about the 1900s you fossil god it's so sad" a glitchy voice said to him. He knew it wasn't his actual mic heavens no why would it talk to him like that anyway he cleared his throat before asking "And who is this may I ask interrupting my broadcast is very bold of you" he asked in a stern voice trying to find out which desperate soul was trying to get on his nerves "Erm nonya business you old prick I was just doing people a favor from having to listen to yap about how it was to live with the dinosaurs" the voice said teasingly. Alastor scoffed at this comment "Oh dear once I find out who you are I will make sure to tear each of your limbs off for disrespecting me" he said as his antlers grew larger "ooo so scary I'm gonna shit myself, omg you're so edgy it's actually making me feel sick!" The voice said before laughing like a maniac before it stopped communicating with him

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Later on you was walking through town after ruining the radio demons broadcast, you're glad you've only just got in hell as he won't know who you are but making sure you don't interact with him anyway so he doesn't recognize your voice. Coincidentallya you bumped into someone pulling you out of your thought you stumbled back onto your ass before letting out a loud groan you looked up to see the radio demon standing there. The streets were quiet, empty, the only people noticeable were sinners who watched the situation from alleys. "Well my dear looks like you've taken quite the stumble!" Alastor said jokingly following it with a laugh at his own joke before he reached his hand out for you to grab onto. You took his hand and pulled yourself up and whispering a thanks before looking away. Hopefully he doesn't recognize your voice even if you whisper. "Do I know you dear you sound very familiar" you froze in place at the question and it made your already dead heart feel like it had stopped pumping "Uhm, no I don't think so I've only gotten into hell" you said trying to change the tone of your voice the excuse was half true as you had only gotten into hell at least over a week ago now you knew a majority of the overlords especially alastor. "Oh well you must not know me then! The names alastor pleasure to meet you darling what a pleasure" he says while taking your hand and landing a kiss on your knuckles "Well.. Hi alastor the names y/n" you say while nuzzling your head into your shoulder flustered at his gesture nobody had ever kissed your hand before. Probably because you grew up in a generation whats slowly loosing their manners, you was also glad you hadn't told alastor about your name whilst you interrupted his broadcast as you really don't want to make up a name alastor chuckled at your reaction to him kissing your hand "Y/n? What a beautiful name darling very beautiful I must say do tell me y/n do you easily get flustered?" Fuck why was he so polite? You would of already fell for him if you forgot that you just interrupted his broadcast an hour before bumping into him. If he knew who you was you'd be dead already! "Uhm no I just wasn't expecting such manners coming from a generation of people who have none it's quite rare" you say before laughing "oh do tell me my dear your generation is crazy! Respectless, sex deprived and don't know how to treat a lady as fine as yourself!" You chuckled before going back to thinking did he always act like this being flirtatious? Because gosh if not he may be wooing you on accident although your supposed to be rivals!

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[kodydrs]

The Vice Admiral’s Daughter - Portgas D. Ace (|||)

a/n: part 3!!! idk why but this part was honestly the hardest to write and idk why bc i always right smut. um, anyways, this is gonna have like 1 or 2 more parts and then it’s done 🫶🏻 and i’m back to other fanfics (i have an iceberg & franky one sitting in my ideas box). feel free to send in asks / requests, and comment & reblogs are appreciated!!

warnings: ace x fem!reader, pirate!ace x marine!daughter!reader, fxm, 21!ace, 19!reader, oral (f & m receiving), (slight) fingering, cunnilingus, smut, mdni, i’m bad at tagging, not proofread (it’s never proofread)

ib: tagged in earlier post

request: yes / no

You’re awoken in the (very) early hours of the morning a few months later when you’re back at Loguetown. The transponder snail that sits beside your bed feels like it’s screaming in your ear and you groan into your pillow.

‘Hello?’

The voice on the other side comes over clearly, and you’re almost motivated to hang up right then and go back to sleep.

‘Hey sleepyhead.’ Ace laughs quietly. ‘I’m surprised you picked up. Did I wake you up?’

‘No.’ You lie through your teeth, rolling in your bed. ‘I was just walking my fish.’

‘Oh. That’s good… Have you missed me?’

You’re silent on your end of the line, and you can hear Ace’s smile drop.

‘Ace? How did you get my number? It’s private.’

You hear his laugh crackle over and it warms your heart a little.

‘Don’t worry about that. I just need you to come into town. To that bar we met at last time.’

‘The Smog Cutter? That place has been closed for a few months. It’s all abandoned now.’

‘I know, but I really need you to meet me there. Please.’

You groan again, weighing out your options before inevitably agreeing.

You don’t bother properly changing into clothes. Instead you just throw a shirt over your bra and shorts before running out of the house and into the township.

Ace is standing outside of the Smog Cutter. You hadn’t lied when you said it was closed and abandoned. The paint that used to decorate the front of the building had long since peeled off, and you could barely read the name of the place.

‘So that’s where you live?’ Ace said, looking at where you’d come from.

You’re out of breath when you reach him, but you stand up straight with your hands on your hips.

‘Well yeah. It’s the Vice-Admirals house aswell.’

‘They do live well, don’t they?’ He scoffed. You give him a sideways look as you both walk into the empty tavern.

‘Did you just call me out here to make comments on my lifestyle or what?’

‘…I missed you.’ His smile stretched and you’re met with piercing blue eyes looking straight at yours. ‘And I wanted to talk to you.’

You freeze for a second before giving him a “are you fucking serious” look.

‘Why would you “miss me”?’ You ask, sitting on one of the counter stools.

‘Because you’re special. You could’ve turned me in at any point, but you didn’t. You’ve talked to me. And the second time we met, you drank with me and made me laugh. And we’ll forget about the 3rd because that was a little messy, but besides the point. But the point is you’re special and i can’t get you out of my head.’

You listen to him closely, finally breaking a soft laugh at the end.

‘Careful, Fire Fist. You’re making it sound like you’re in love with me.’ He blushes and looks away, and you realise at that moment what he’s trying to say. ‘Oh. Oh.’

‘What on earth do you mean “Oh”?! I just poured my heart out to you and your reply is “Oh”?’

‘It’s an “Oh”, as in “Oh. The Vice-Admiral's daughter was correct in thinking that Portgas D. Ace did in fact want to take advantage of a 17 year old girl that night.’

‘Well, duh. But that only because you said-‘

‘Oh just the fuck up.’ You grinned, grabbing his chin and pressing your lips together chastely.

It takes Ace a minute to register before he relaxes into the kiss, being quick to add more fervour. You wrap your arms around his neck and he steps off his own seat and stands between your legs. He wraps his own arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he continues to return your kiss passionately.

‘This is stupid.’ He whispers, trying to pull back from the kiss slightly. ‘We should stop. You have no idea how much trouble you’ll get in if we’re caught.’ He smirks, knowing he’s about to get a reaction.

‘Oh. But my warnings for the past 3 years have been ignored? Seems a little unfair.’ He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

‘Fine. But I’m being serious. This is dangerous. What happens if your dad finds out?’

‘He just won’t find out.’ You’re quick to reply, and even quicker to lean back into the rejoicing your mouths. Ace grins, pulling you impossibly closer. You take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. 3 years seems long enough for a starved man. He sighs into your mouth, pulling back to see your slightly dishevelled look.

‘You look so beautiful right now.’

You smile, lightly nipping at his jawline.

‘I want you so bad, Portgas D. Ace.’

He brings a hand to the back of your head, guiding your face back up to meet his lips. He bites down on your bottom lip, inciting a moan from you.

‘That’s not helping. I’m gonna go crazy if we keep doing this.’ He groaned, leaning over you so your back was pressed against the counter, one hand holding him up. ‘But god, do I love you so much. I’m gonna marry you someday.’

‘A bold statement.’ You whisper as he begins to explore your neck and collar. ‘Especially to make to the Vice-Admiral’s daughter.’

He grins and nods.

‘Well, you know me, princess. I like to take risks.’ He winks, coming back up to capture your lips once again. Sweet noises drip from your mouth and they all go to Ace’s dick as he slowly grinds his hips against yours. His free hand moves from your hip down to your ass, grabbing at the clothed muscle. Your own hands run up his forearms, then down his torso til they’re resting just above the waistband of his shorts. Teasingly, you grab his belt, holding him like he isn’t as close as possible.

‘Cheeky.’ He hisses, littering kisses over your shoulders. ‘Don’t make me fuck you in an abandoned bar.’

‘It’d be awfully fitting though, wouldn’t it?’ For once, it’s your voice that drops to a seductive tone. Ace groans lustfully, pressing his forehead against your skin. You bring your hand up to pull on the hair on the back of his neck. ‘Come on, Ace. Please fuck me in the bar.’

He feels himself fold right there and then. All sense of dignity fell out of him faster than he dropped to his knees for you.

‘You’re gonna be the death of me.’ He sighed, kissing your stomach. Wanted hands followed slowly after him, tracing the bumps of your spine. He kissed each of your thighs, biting lightly then smoothing the wound, littering your skin in love bites.

Your back’s digging into the counter as he decorated your body, even with your arms keeping you stable. Calloused fingertips trace your inner thighs, parting them slightly. Black eyes meet yours, the pirate leaning back to look at you.

‘You’re so hot from down here.’ He coos, resting his chin on your stomach.

‘I could say the same about you.’ Your hand finds its way to his face, caressing his cheek. ‘You look good on your knees.’

A fire lights in him, hotter than the one already there. You’re so unbelievably attractive, and he can’t even begin to process how he’d come to be blessed enough to get you.

Your thighs are once again littered in kisses, marks all along your inner skin. Your lips are slightly parted as he gets closer to your core. The only thing obstructing him is your thin pajama shorts. Your eyes met again and neither of you need to speak to know what he’s asking. You nod, holding your breath as your soft, pink folds are exposed. The hand on his cheek moves to his hair, running your fingers through his soft black strands. His eyes don’t leave yours as he takes the final step, his tongue flicking out to taste you for the first time. You gasp, mouth open and your head back. Ace smirks, lapping at your folds, then slipped a finger inside you, watching your wetness already coat his digit.

‘Ah fuck.’ You moan lowly, harshly massaging your breast through your top while the other tugs at his hair. A groan from Ace sends vibrations to your clit, stimulating your core. He smirks against your cunt as he thrusts his fingers deeper into you, finding your sweet spot. You’re a whimpering mess in a matter of minutes, and you can feel your legs threatening to buckle beneath you. As if he can tell, Ace adds another finger, stretching you more as he thrusts increasingly deeper and eats you out.

‘A-Ace.’ You cry, tears threatening to spill. ‘I’m gonna cum.’

You’re holding his hair so tight you’re sure you’d have pulled some out by now, but it’s the last of your worries. His grin grows wider, feeling you pulsating around his fingers increasing his own arousal.

‘Cum for me, baby.’

Euphoria washes over you by his command, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.

Touching yourself for the past 3 years had surficed, but this was by far the most intense orgasm you’d spent in your entire life, and all it took was Ace’s mouth and fingers.

Ace continued to lap at your folds, tasting and milking you through while you shake and shudder in pleasure.

‘Are you alright?’ You nod slowly, taking a moment to look down at him while you struggle to stay up. He chuckles softly, pulling back to look at you. ‘Quite the climax, aye?’

‘Shut up.’ You pant, pulling him up to his feet so you can kiss him again. You cringe slightly at the taste of yourself on his lips, but it’s so hot that you ignore it. As you’re making out, you run your hand down his torso, letting your fingers drag over his abs, then past his belt til you’re delicately palming his erect cock. He groans into your kiss, his body already trembling slightly from both your touch, and the adrenaline.

‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to.’ He whispered, holding your wrist. You’re quick to shake your head, pulling away. His hair is messier than usual, and he looks absolutely divine like this.

‘That wouldn’t be fair.’ You pouted, putting on a sad girl act. You hold his shoulder and turn you both around so it’s now his back pressed against the counter. ‘Plus, you mustn’t think I love you enough if you think I’m going to wait another 4 months to give you head.’

His gaze is one of surprise, but then a soft smile emerges.

‘You think I’m gonna disappear again?’

Your foreheads are pressed together, and you slowly begin to stroke his dick, watching his breathing change.

‘Please don’t lie to me and say you won’t.’

He laughs lowly, hands finding your hips.

‘I promise I won’t leave. Not now that I have you. Do you trust me?’

‘No.’ Your reply is plain and harsh, but yours holds more truth than his. ‘You’re a pirate, Ace. You’ll need to leave whether you want to or not.’

He shrugs, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and holding your gaze.

‘True. But I meant more in the long run. I’m not going to leave you if you’ll be mine.’ He feels your smile against his lips, and it makes his heart flutter. You peck then quickly before lowering yourself to his knees.

‘I’ve been yours since Day 1, Fire Fist Ace.’

A shallow gasp escapes as Ace’s breath hitches, focused on your movements as you undress him. You’re working slowly, teasing him as you pull him free of his shorts. His hands slide round your face to your scalp, holding your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. A hum escapes at the slight tug. Eyes lock as your tongue pokes out in kitten licks against his tip. His reactions makes your insides giggle. His eyes roll back and his hands shake, hips leaning forward at your subtle touch.

‘You’re so sensitive, baby.’ You tease, peppering kisses down the length of his shaft. He just groans as you moan, your hand wrapped around him to pump rhythmically.

‘That’s because-‘ He’s cut off temporarily by a squeeze to his base and your lips pressed to his tip.

‘Because what-‘ You whisper, finally letting his cock slide into your mouth.

He shakes his head quickly, taking a deep breath to try to steady himself.

‘Because I’ve been avoiding other women since I saw you.’ A moan fills the bar, his dick plummeting deep into your throat. Your face lights up and you feel your heart melting at his confession. With an internal smile. you quicken your pace, stroking where your mouth can’t reach. Your other hand rests on his thigh, running your hands along the skin to keep him calm.

His fingers are digging into your scalp, holding your hair tightly as his hips involuntarily thrust forwards to meet your rhythm.

‘Oh fuck… I’m yours.’

You can hear your own muffled moans bouncing off the walls, and you should probably be concerned about who else can hear them. But that doesn’t matter when your boyfriend that you aren’t going to see for another long while is with you.

Ace’s breath becomes ragged, his other hand coming down to your cheek.

‘You feel so good, princess.’ He releases a long, low moan, his climax shuddering through his body. Your gag reflex kicks in as the fluid shoots down your throat, but you swallow it nonetheless. Common courtesy as he’d done the same for you. He’s shuddering in pleasure and relief while you milk him through, not releasing him until you’re sure he’s done.

You laugh quietly to yourself, pressing a few kisses to his thighs before standing and kissing him softly.

‘Are you still alive?’ You whisper, holding his waist. He gasps, heart racing and shaking, but nods.

‘Yeah… I’m alive.’

‘Good.’ You reply, pressing your foreheads together. ‘Do you need anything?’

‘Maybe water in a minute.’ He laughs, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

‘Mkay.’ You hum. ‘You lie down in one of the booths and I’ll get you a drink of water, ok?’

A weak attempt of helping him to the seat is made before you’re running off to the abandoned kitchen to look for cups. Ace’s eyes follow you as you run, filled with love and gratitude. You’re back in only a matter of seconds, 2 glasses of cold water in hand. You help him drink some of his water before taking a sip of yours and laying beside him.

‘Better?’ You ask, watching his carefully while love clouds your vision.

‘Much.’ You nod slowly, lips pressed together in a line.

‘Can I hug you?’

Ace stares at you with a raised eyebrow.

‘We just gave each other head and now you’re asking if we can hug?’ It’s a dumb question, you knew. But you’d have much rather asked and he’d said no than just “attacking him” and it’s not being reciprocated. You shrug and he just laughs, opening his arms to welcome you into his embrace. A welcome you take very quickly. Your face is quickly buried in the crook of his neck, feeling his breath fan against your skin.

‘If I was to sleep, would you still be here when I woke up?’

There’s a long silence between you both, and it makes the last event feel like a fever dream. It’s a silence that answers your own question.

‘You should come with me. To sea, I mean.’

You sigh, holding him tighter like he’s about to escape.

‘I can’t, Ace. Not right now.’

He hugs you just as tightly, twirling your hair around.

‘I promise I’ll be back soon. Ok? And then someday, I’ll come back and I won’t leave you.’

You’re not quick to respond, but a simple nod seems to suffice.

‘Ace.’

‘Yeah?’

‘I love you.’ You whisper, feeling your eyes start to droop and sleep start to take over. ‘And I’m really glad you manned up and asked me to be yours.’

Ace smiles softly, pressing his lips against your forehead for a long second.

‘I’ll make sure I never stop reminding you.’

You’re unsurprised when you wake up in your room the next morning, no sign that you’d even left (mind the slightly open window). There was a tinge of sadness knowing it would be a long while before you saw the pirate again, but you smile, tracing the marks he’d left on your body. These were the marks of your first time.

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꒰ 8:45 P.M. ꒱❛ miya atsumu x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

“you don’t get to just do that!” you scold the taller man, feeling your cheeks flush hotter than they already were.

roommate!atsumu stands tall in front of you, crossed arms over his chest as he looks over at you boredly - boredly! he has the audacity to act nonchalant in the middle of getting an earful from you!

“do what?” he asks, jutting his chin out in feign innocence.

“do what-" you scoff, repeating him. “you third wheeled my date!”

“wasn’t your date the dinner?” atsumu asks skeptically, putting a hand to his chin in thought. “i didn’t third wheel nothin’.”

you groan in frustration at the blond. miya atsumu may be your roommate and best friend, sure, but you wanted to strangle him ninety-nine percent of the time.

you’d gotten back from a date just an hour prior, bringing your date home along with you since he (and well, you didn’t mind) wanted to continue after your reservation at the nice spot in the center of town.

“you can’t seriously by playing dumb right now,” you mutter, turning away from him as you trudge back over to the living area where coasters and a near empty (mostly atsumu’s doing) bowl of chips are settled on an end table. first, you put the coasters back in their place on the lower shelf of the table for the next time you have company — thanks to atsumu though, you don’t think that’ll be soon.

then, grabbing the bowl, you walk back toward the kitchen where atsumu’s leaning against the counter, closely watching your movements.

“the first date i’ve had in months and the guy’s never gonna call again,” you continue muttering. it’s toward your roommate but you’re not exactly talking to him, more like talking into the air, well aware he’d catch it.

at your less frustrated expression, atsumu's original playful and mischievous gleam in his eye dissipates. you look more solemn, shoulders hunched as you do the dishes in the sink – after all, it was your turn to do the chores.

“to be fair, i don’t think you’d want a guy like that calling again. to have to be told to take off his shoes when entering our home? i can already tell what sort of man that is,” atsumu huffs, remembering the way the man so casually stepped into your apartment, following you, watching you slip off your heels – heels atsumu knew you hated wearing since they always left a blister at your pinky toe – and just, waltz in without taking off his shoes.

“he apologized!“ you quip back, glaring at him over your shoulder. “maybe he’s raised different.”

“sure.” the faux blond rolls his eyes as he recalls the way the man (now come to think of it, atsumu doesn’t even remember his name) apologized quickly to you when he’d been the one to tell him to take off his shoes in a rather dry tone. apologizing for the sake of it, atsumu thinks, because just two minutes after walking in he’s asking for some wine. asking!

“he was nice all night and you were being so hostile and interrupting us,” you chide, going back to scrubbing a plate in the sink.

“he was nice to you,” atsumu clarifies. “man didn’t like me the second he walked in-“

“-demanding a man to take off his shoes isn’t exactly a polite hello,” you cut off knowingly but atsumu continues anyway.

“-so of course i was hostile.” not to mention, atsumu wants to add, the way said man stared at his dear, beloved roommate as if she were a meal, only melting her resolve with sly compliments and an innocent act. “he gave me weird looks,” he settles on instead.

“can’t imagine why.”

he could tell the minute your date walked through the door, charming smile gracing his lips as you stepped inside, he had more plans than just dinner and some home snacks. nah, atsumu thinks with a sneer, he wanted dessert.

but damn, if atsumu’s chest didn’t swell with pride and confidence at the slight falter in your date’s reaction to him, a roommate you were vague talking about (so vague you didn’t mention it was a man at all).

it helped that he could tell the guy was a sleaze, finding any excuse to set the mood; drinks, a rom-com playing on one of the movie channels of your cable box, shutting off the lights. yeah, atsumu had fun barging through the living room of your apartment every fifteen minutes, claiming he needed something, either from the kitchen or the living area itself.

atsumu walks up next to you, holding a hand out. it’s a subtle attempt to lighten the mood, helping you dry the dishes as you wash them, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“you probably made him feel uncomfortable,” you pout, passing him a mug to dry.

that was my intention, he thinks. “by just bein’ me? hm, i think that’s a him problem then.”

“still, he wasn't being outright rude to you, or me! he-"

"right, because he was nice," atsumu drawls out, rolling his eyes.

"yes," you answer, matter-of-factly. "nice."

"these quote, nice guys, aren't it, gotta tell 'ya." he crosses his arms as he sighs out, looking as if he knows all, as if he's about to give you some wise words. good thing you know he's miya atsumu so you don't expect too much.

"oh yeah?" you muse, light smile curling one side of your lips, a reaction he was hoping for.

"definitely. it's all a facade covering up all their severely red flags. 'ya need a guy who can tease ya, make fun of ya, y'know the type to laugh first when you fall and then ask if you're alright."

"oh, so someone like you then?" you stifle a laugh at his blatant autobiography. you don't notice the underlying meaning of your question when you ask it but atsumu does.

he freezes for a second, glancing at your genuine curiosity. "y-yeah," he stammers, grateful that you don't catch it, reaching up to put away a dried bowl back into a cabinet. "someone fun. not "nice"."

"an asshole," you reveal with a teasing lilt, awaiting his response. atsumu whips his head toward you, brows furrowed at your insinuation. at the playful gleam in your eyes, all frustration settled between your brows fully gone, he relaxes.

"sometimes," he clarifies, looking down at you amusedly.

"mm," you hum out in disagreement. "i think it's always."

"yeah?" he tests, raising a brow at you. "didn't i bring an umbrella to your job so you wouldn't get stuck in the rain?"

"fine, fine." you brush him off, waving your arms.

"or that time i bought you lunch 'cus you forgot your bento?"

"i get it-"

"driving you home from that god awful date you had three months ago?"

"atsumu-!" your voice is pitched higher in embarrassment, remembering the circumstances.

"what about the time i saved you from a nice guy who probably isn't so much of a nice guy?" his voice is quiet then, looking deeply at you.

your mortified expression shifts into a softer one, absorbing his words. although atsumu came off as a prick ninety percent of the time, he really did have your best interest at heart — even though your best interest could only satisfyingly be him.

“he talked about his workout routine all the way here,” you mumble out of nowhere, feeding into atsumu’s perception.

“i knew it!” he snaps his fingers and looks at you victoriously. “that’s total douche behavior if y’ask me. dodged a bullet, doll.”

you sigh out a laugh, lips curling up at his eager expression. “guess I did. besides,” you pause, bumping his shoulder with yours, despite the height difference. nothing but an affectionate tone slips between your lips and as it seems, you’ve forgotten whatever you’d been annoyed at him for. “i think i’m keen on a particular asshole in my life anyway.”

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when emma falls in love

synopsis: ellie might be in love with you, and you might just be in love with her too… if only you could admit it

pairing: college!ellie x fem!reader

warnings: too many tlou references, food, not proofread!!!!! also using angel in place of y/n bc it makes me cringe a little!

a/n: lets play a game called “how many references can kate make in her fics?”

‘IM JUST PRETTY GREAT WITH MY FINGERS’

when emma falls in love, she paces the floor closes the blinds and locks the door when emma falls in love, she calls up her mom jokes about the ways that this one could go wrong

ellie couldn’t keep up.

she felt like every time dina came over, there was someone new in your life, and she couldn’t understand how. you were perfectly nice and even prettier.

but here she was, yet again in her dorm, listening to dina rant about the latest endeavor.

“and he was just a total dick! like, how are you going to say you’re busy tonight with family and then go to a party? like are you stupid?” dina sighed. “i love her, but god does she picks some idiotic ones. you remember the beach girl?”

oh she remembered the beach girl.

on an annual beach trip over spring break, some blonde had caught your eye, and you caught hers. you had invited her to join them for dinner, and how could anyone say no to you?

you hit it off with the blonde, abby, and she spent the next couple days with the group, constantly flirting with you. ellie had felt a sort of dread fill her stomach. why her? she was obviously playing in to what you wanted and she knew you were smart enough to see that.

the trip wrapped up and you made plans with abby, excited she only live a town over. but when the time came, you spent 3 hours at the park waiting for her, only to receive a text saying she wouldn’t be able to make it.

you were upset and crashed at dina’s, and ellie had heard about it all the night.

“yes, god, i remember her. what a douche.” she rolled her eyes, standing up to grab her bag for class. “i’ve gotta go, but are we all still going out tonight?” dina nodded with a smile. “cool. don’t do anything stupid. and lock my door before you leave, please.”

“says you. and i’ll think about it!”

shes walking out the door when she hits something, or someone.

“shit.”

“fuck, sorry my bad.”

when she focuses back, she sees you. “hey, what are you doing here?”

“oh, dina told me to come over. are you going?” you leaned in the doorway. “dina, come on, stop invading people’s space. lets go!”

she groaned, “but ellie said we could smoke here!” she got up nonetheless, heading to join you. “thanks anyways els, have fun in class!”

“bye ellie!”

she sighs as she watches you two walk away. why does air fill her head whenever shes around you?

she waits and takes her time ‘cause little miss sunshine always thinks its gonna rain when emma falls in love, i know that boy will never be the same

“so, angel, how’s it going with you and that girl?” jesse felt a kick at his leg and turned to dina. “what? am i not allowed to ask questions?”

“no, no, it’s fine. we didnt work out, but thats okay!” you smiled brightly at the table. “i think im gonna take a break anyways. im kinda sick of it.”

they all shared a knowing look. “hey, no! i promise, this is for real.”

“hun, its not that we don’t believe you.” ellie started. “iits just that… we dont believe you!” you groaned and stole a fry from her plate. “look, we’ve just heard that a lot, and we dont wanna see you get hurt.”

“but im not going to! because im taking a break.” you kicked ellie. “you dont have to believe me, but can you at least pretend to?” they gave in and cheered for you. “thanks, now who wants to share a brownie?”

“okay, so its c minor sharp, f sharp, b, e, repeat?” you and ellie sat on the dorm room floor, her guitars in both of your laps.

“yea exactly, just on the third repeat, its a g sharp minor instead of a b.” you nodded at her and plucked the chord. “exactly. and i pluck for it so just… just watch?”

she played the song slowly, speaking her pattern as she went along. you nodded at her when she finished, figuring you knew it well enough. “okay, play it together?”

“yep!”

she counted down before starting, making you smile.

“talking away, i dont know what im to say. ill say it anyway, todays another day to find you shying away. ill be coming for your love, okay.” you hummed a harmony as ellie sang the words.

“are you sure you don’t usually play? youre a total natural at this.” ellie marveled as you let the last chord hum out.

“i guess im just pretty good with my fingers.” you felt your cheeks blaze as you heard back what you said.

dina chuckled, “damn right!” she stood up, going for the door. “gonna grab a bottle of water. play more for us beautiful ladies!”

ellie taught you the rest of the song, both of you more awkward than usual. you really came along it so fast, ellie was amazed.

“okay, seriously, you have to be messing with me because you are way to good at this.”

“i promise! i only took piano lessons.”

‘cause shes the kind of book that you cant put down like if cleopatra grew up in a small town and all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had the chance to love her and to tell you the truth sometimes i wish i was her

ellie had a thought that she might be, maybe, just could be a little in love with you.

she couldnt be though. right?

sure, she knew all of your favorite foods, and knew the words to your favorite song, knew your favorite books like the back of her hand, could tell anyone how you took your coffee.

but that was friendly. you guys were friendly. friends.

she guessed you guys hung out a lot, but thats because they always hung out as a group. she might’ve gotten excited when you joined, but that doesnt mean anything.

and of course she had noticed you were pretty. gorgeous, even. but so had everyone else. its not like she had purposefully memorized your features. every line and mark.

she could draw jesse from memory perfectly, its not like she liked him.

it was normal.

totally normal.

fuck.

“where’s angel?” ellie asked, looking to dina.

“not coming.” she sighed, digging around her purse for a pack of gum. “said she was busy, but she wouldn’t say why.”

“i think we all know why,” jesse teased. they all gave him a look, but he leveled them with one of his own. “im not insulting her. its just that, this isn’t exactly out of her nature. i mean seriously, who actually took her promise seriously?”

ellie excused herself to the bathroom, dialing you before she even reached the door.

“hello?”

“hey, where are you?” she picked at the already chipping nail polish she had on.

“uhm, im out.” you sighed. “look, im kind of busy. did you need somet-“

she had to cut to the chase. “are you on a date?”

“excuse me?”

“are you on a date?”

“thats none of your business.”

“oh fuck off, you know it very much is. so. are you?”

“fine, yea i am. now can i get back to it?”

“we are talking later.”

she joined the group back at their table, but couldnt focus back in on the conversation.

“you okay, ellie?” she looked up at dina, nodding with a hum.

“yea, sorry, got lost for a second.”

when emma falls apart, its when shes alone she takes on the pain and bears it on her own ‘cause when emma falls in love, she’s in it for keeps she wont walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave

she didnt even bother to knock, just walked straight through your dorm room door.

“ellie, what the hell?” you were in bed, a book in hand and music playing from a speaker. “what happened to knocking?”

ellie b-lined for your bed, taking a seat at the foot of it. “why were you on a date?”

“dude, seriously, what if i was naked? so not okay!” you placed a bookmark on your page and set the book to the side.

“okay, fine im sorry!” she groaned and found your eyes. “now why were you on a date? what happened to taking a break?”

“what do you want me to say, els?” you exhaled and looked down at your hands. “that i cant keep anything? that i cant keep promises or partners?” ellie felt bad as she saw your eyes were glossy and the frown on your face. “im sorry im such a screwup and that i cant do anything right. anything else?”

ellie ran her fingers through her hair. “im sorry.” she crossed her legs on your bed and looked at you. “really im sorry, this was so uncalled for. youre right, its not my business. im really sorry. i just wan-“

she froze.

surely you couldnt be kissing her right now.

before she could even think to reciprocate, you pulled away, a deer in headlights look on your face.

“im so sorry.” you whispered moving away from her. “god, im so so sorry. you should go. im sorry.” she opened her mouth to try and say anything, but you beat her to it. “ellie, please, just go.”

she saw the tears well and felt compelled to stay. but her body went against her, forcing her feet to walk out the door to her own room.

e: you cant ignore me forever. read

e: please angel, just talk to me. read

e: you kissed me, not the other way around. stop making this my fault. read

e: millers, noon? just coffee, i promise. read

a: im sorry.

ellie tossed her phone at her bed.

“whats up with you?” dina probed. “youve been… peeved this week. whats up?”

“who the hell says peeved?” she tried to joke but was met with dinas serious face. “im fine! seriously!” god that face made her break. “okay fine, just… dont tell anyone.”

dina nodded excitedly and sat down infront of her.

“angel kissed me, and then she freaked out and made me leave, and now she wont even talk to me!” ellie fell back onto her bed.

“SHE KISSED YOU?” dina squealed. “OH MY GOD, HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME SOONER!”

“did you hear nothing else that i said?”

and shes the kind of book that you cant put down like if cleopatra grew up in a small town and all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had the chance to love her and to tell you the truth sometimes i wish i was her

e: please, im begging you, just talk to me. read

a: what do you want me to say ellie?

e: literally anything. read

a: i messed up els, okay?

a: i shouldn’t have kissed you. im sorry.

e: but you should have. and you did. read

a: what?

e: meet me at millers? read

a: ellie…

e: please. read

a: omw.

e: thank you omg. read

a coffee was waiting on the table for you when you arrived. you sat across from ellie, hesitantly taking the drink. “you wanted to talk.” you talk a sip, finding it tasted like your usual order. “so talk.”

“okay look… i’m just as confused and nervous as you are.” she laughed nervously and fiddled with her own cup. “but, im glad you kissed me.”

“what?”

“yea i know.” she took a deep breath before continuing. “i only recently, like very recently, realized my feelings were misplaced. i really dont wanna be friends.”

you groaned, “and you couldnt have just texted me that?”

“fucks sake, just let me finish!” she pleaded, picking back up when you sat back into your chair. “i like you. like, a crazy lot, and it freaks me out. so please, let me at least take you on one date. if not, its fine, we just cant be friends. i wouldnt be able to stand it.”

you chewed at a nail as you took in what she had said.

“say something.”

a beat of silence before.

“okay.”

“okay?” she whispered.

“yea, okay. you can take me on a date.”

well, shes so new york when shes in l.a. she wont lose herself in love the way that i did ‘cause she’ll call you out she’ll put you in your place when emma falls in love, im learning

“hey, hurry up, im waiting downstairs for you.”

ellies voice rang through your room as you placed her on speaker.

“nuh uh, im not done. you asked me out, now deal with the consequences. ill be down when im ready.” you pulled out your outfit, throwing it on as you spoke. “just scroll on insta or something if you’re that bored.”

“fine.”

she hung up and you couldn’t help but laugh. you had been so nervous in the days leading up to this, but suddenly felt much better as she yelled at you like normal.

you finally met her at her car, hopping in the passenger seat and connecting your phone.

“the hell are you doing?” ellie squealed.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “passengers princess gets aux. suck it up loser.” you queued up songs as she pulled out and onto the main road. “where are we going anyways?”

“you’ll see.”

“god you are so annoying.”

and yet you smiled at her.

“an arcade? really?” you looked at her with eyebrows raised.

she shrugged and unbuckled, opening her door to get out. you shook your head, shocked still you were on a date with ellie williams. at the arcade.

she pulled you through the maze of a place to some own machine. “mortal kombat? what even is this?”

she smiled so bright, you couldnt help but smile back. “just wait, its so fun.”

emma met a boy with eyes like a man turns out her heart fits in the palm of his hand now he’ll be her shelter when it rains little does he know, his whole world’s about to change

“it was totally fun right? c’mon, you can admit it!” she pushed your shoulder, seeing your smiling face.

“okay yes, fine it was fun, i had fun!” you laughed, staring at her face. “i never really noticed you had this many freckles.”

you traced a finger across her cheeks. down the slope of her nose. across her eyebrow, stopping to poke the scar running through the left one.

“you’re pretty.” you whispered.

she blushed. “i think you’re gorgeous.” she whispered back.

her eyes were so pretty.

“can i kiss you?”

‘cause shes the kind of book that you cant put down like if cleopatra grew up in a small town and all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had the chance to love her and to tell you the truth sometimes i wish i was her

“please.”

yeah, between me and you sometimes i wish i was her

[sammyboyimagines]

Summer W/...Headcanons

These are some summer-themed headcanons for Eddie Munson! It will include both fluff and some smut, so MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY.

This is mostly for fem readers but I can make one for gender-neutral readers as well.

Eddie is not one for warm weather. As a man who wears many layers, he finds it unbearably hot once the temperature rises above 70 degrees.

It is a rare sight to see Eddie with a ponytail. He mainly wears it down but he knows you find it adorable when he uses one of your hairbands to tie his hair up. He especially wears his hair up on hot days, refusing to have his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead in the summer heat.

Speaking of summer heat, Eddie lives for pool days. If you have a pool at your place, you better believe he'd be knocking on your door every day to jump in the refreshing water.

But that's not the only reason he likes pool days. Seeing you in your bikini and having the privilege of rubbing your body down with sunscreen, he was in heaven.

"Eddie, can you get my back, please?" You handed him the bottle of sunscreen, blind to the obvious lovesick look in his warm brown eyes. "With pleasure, m'lady." He retorted with his typical nerdy responses. It never bothered you though, because it was one of his cute quirks.

Eddie is shockingly pale during the summer. Every time he steps outside for more than an hour at the most, he comes back inside with skin as red as a lobster.

Which prompts you to rub aloe on his sunburn and listen to his whining when the sensitive skin burned throughout the day.

"Eddie, quit whining, please! I'm trying to get some sleep." You turn onto your side in your bed to glance at him as he lay face down to avoid laying on his sunburnt back. "But it hurts so bad!" His muffled voice could barely be heard through the pillow, making you laugh. "Sorry baby, I tried telling you you needed sunscreen!"

Speaking of, Eddie constantly pushes you away when you offer him sunscreen. "I need a tan anyways." "You always do this, you're gonna get a horrible sunburn!" "And you always give me special treatment, all the more reason to get burnt!" He smiled at you as you slapped his shoulder.

If you're a fan of ice cream, Eddie loves to go get ice cream with you. He'll take you to the nearest ice cream joint on particularly hot days as if it were tradition. "Maybe we could skip ice cream today?" You propose, eager to get home and spend some alone time with him. A pout appeared on his face. "But...we always get ice cream? What do you mean?" He was absolutely devastated. "How about instead of ice cream, we go to my place and turn on a movie. My parents aren't home, and I can think of a good way to beat the heat..." As you hinted at your intentions, you slowly slid one strap of your tank top down your shoulder. Eddie's eyes widened in realization. "Yeah-uh we should definitely skip the ice cream, what was I even thinking?" He made it home after speeding through the town.

Eddie had never been to the beach before he met you. It just wasn't something that he or his uncle could afford. The road trip was long, but Eddie was prepared. He brought a mixtape of his own, with all his favorites on it. "Seriously Eddie? Is this all Metallica, Dio, and Iron Maiden?" You had only heard the vocals of the three bands so far. "Yup, only the best for a ride with you, sweetheart." Though his words pulled at your heartstrings, you were still confused about the little variety on the mixtape.

Speaking of the beach, Eddie quickly found out that he was not very fond of sand. "Jesus Christ there's sand fucking everywhere." Eddie brushed off the excess sand from his time at the beach, annoyed by the grainy texture touching his skin.

Eddie hates summer, but he tolerates it because he gets to spend more time with you.

For example, when Wayne is out for the day, Eddie will turn the heat up in the trailer if he knows you'd be coming by. "Jesus Eddie, is your air conditioning broken?" You fanned yourself mere minutes after stepping into the trailer. He just shrugged at you, keeping himself from smiling at your discomfort. You slipped off your tank top, leaving you in your bra and shorts. This was exactly what Eddie had been waiting for. "I don't notice the heat." He was lying straight through his teeth, and you caught on quick. "You just want to see my tits, Munson." "Damn right, sweetheart."

Eddie often uses the heat as an excuse to get away with things. "Sweetheart, please? It's hot outside and you know how I feel about the heat making my hair frizzy" Eddie was begging for you to wash his hair yourself. He used the guise that it was all frizzed out and sweaty from the humid day but really he wanted your soft hands touching him, gently scratching his scalp until he was practically asleep in your presence.

If you have a summer birthday, Eddie takes extra time to make your day memorable since he has more time after school ends. Eddie plans a whole itinerary for your special day. Ice cream, pool party, cold drinks, and sweet music; Eddie went the whole nine yards for you.

Something you both do that annoyed the hell out of Wayne is open the door repeatedly, going in and out at all times during the day. One of you would go in for a drink, then 10 minutes later the other would come in to cool off, etc. Finally, he'd had enough and told of the both of you. "Uh uh, no more of this shit! You're either staying in or staying out, stop letting the cool air out!" He firmly told you. As he walked away, the both of you erupted in a fit of quiet laughs at the situation.

On a dirtier note, the summer air brings out a different side of Eddie. He's doting on you more, and he's extremely needy for you. His hands are on you, your waist, your hands, your thigh, etc. He loves feeling your warm skin under his hand or pulling your clothing off when neither of you can keep your hands to yourself.

Also, pool sex is a must for Eddie. The pool in your backyard became one of Eddie's favorite spots to hang out during the summer. Watching you in your bathing suit all day? Priceless.

That's all I got for now, thank you!

[klaissance]

nobody asked but here is my pitch for a princess and the pauper klance au

Princess Allura of Altea generally likes her life. She lives in a palace with her father, King Alfor, her quirky tutor and longtime friend Coran, and her lady-in-waiting Romelle who she definitely is not in love with. Don't worry about it.

Her being totally not in love with Romelle is something to not worry about at all because actually, as of fairly recently, Allura is engaged! To a man (ew) she's never met (double ew): Prince Keith of Marmora. Their matrimony is to solidify an alliance between Altea and Marmora which, if everyone's being honest, is mostly to haul Altea out of its recent troubles. The kingdom is floundering and its people have been suffering for too long; this alliance with Marmora offers a fresh start and a royal wedding promotes economic stimulation, etc etc politics politics

Allura loves her people and her father so she's gonna suck it up and do this. But she can't and won't be jazzed about it all the time. Sometimes she wishes she could be anyone but herself, with the freedom to make selfish choices.

Anyway down in the town there is this boy named Lance McClain and he just so happens to have a vaguely similar facial structure to Altea's princess (rip this has to be a blue-eyed Lance story to work, huh) and he works at the dress emporium under Monsieur Iverson who is, frankly, an abusive boss. But Iverson is funding Lance's sister's education. The McClains need this, and so Lance pricks his fingers and works every waking hour for pennies that he never even gets to see. Lance loves his family so he's gonna do it but he can't and won't be jazzed about it all the time. Sometimes he wishes he could be anyone but himself, with the freedom to make selfish choices.

do u feel me on this guys

also Allura has five cats named Onyx, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire, and Topaz and she loves them very much. But Sapphire has been acting strange recently...

Lance has this cat that he calls Blue that he doesn't actually have but she shows up night after night at his window and he feeds her and she lays on his lap while he works and he loves her very much

......it's the same cat *hold for applause*

anyway Romelle takes Allura into town to "run errands" or something but really it's just a date and one of Allura's last tastes of freedom before she gets hitched to whoever this Keith dude is

and Sapphire slips away and dashes through the streets and Allura chases her down and finds her perched on a windowsill in an alley being fed by a stranger who looks a little familiar and oh--

Lance and Allura finally meet and look at each other and are like woah we could definitely be siblings genetics are so weird

Bonded by their shared cat they get along splendidly and have a nice and surprisingly deep talk about their respective plights, and Allura promises to call on Lance soon

The next morning Coran and Romelle go to the princess only to find her bed empty save for a note that says she's taken the cats and run away...

The note is sus and then Sapphire shows up (from spending the night at Lance's.) Coran and Romelle know Allura would never leave just Sapphire behind, so they're immediately Not Buying It but they don't know who they can trust, and also this is a disaster because Prince Keith and his entourage are literally coming to visit today so they need to fix this asap

Romelle remembers the boy from the village who looked weirdly like Allura and she has the best/worst idea of all time...

Cue "To Be A Princess" as performed by Coran and Romelle at Lance, who by the end of the song is unclockable he's so good at princess cosplay

When "Allura" appears at dinner as scheduled, Alfor's advisor Zarkon and his shitty son Lotor are shook but they stay quiet

you guys lotor as preminger is so funny pLEASE

AND THEN KEITH SHOWS UP

Keith and his diplomat friends, The Holts, and his captain of the guard Shiro, pull up to dinner to meet Keith's future wife

Keith's a gay man he's not thrilled about this. She's certainly a handsome woman, if her portraits are to be believed, but there's nothing to be done about it. Lifelong bummer for Keith. Such is princedom.

So Keith and co. show up in Altea and they meet the princess and Keith swears she's a little broader in the shoulders and sharper in the jaw than he'd expected but chalks it up to shitty portraiture. He'll hire the court painter from Marmora when they're married.

Lance in his princess costume is like "oh lord he's fine" but then they go on a bunch of weird dates and mostly bicker a bunch because Keith hates that he's forced to be here and Lance is just sort of like that

meanwhile Allura's like busting her own ass out of the mines and lotor sings how can i refuse *hold for standing ovation*

and since Sapphire didn't get kidnapped with the other cats she's still around and Lance talks to her in the bath and is generally just being silly goofy and Keith happens to walk by and hear Lance talking in his normal tone to somebody named "Blue" and the door happens to be a little open and Keith happens to peek--he doesn't even know why he literally doesn't even like women--and wait just a fucking second that is a boy and a wig on the floor and Keith to himself is like 'um should i complain about being lied to, something wack is going on here' and then he's like 'wait I'm gay and he's hot let's see how this plays out' and says nothing LMAO

but then their little dates get way more interesting because Keith is trying to tease out this secret and also is like,, actually interested

maybe they do a horseback riding date where Lance gets to wear pants and have the big platinum wig tied back and he feels a little more like himself and he and Keith hardly even bicker anymore they just sort of have a great time together and Lance feels a little insane for this whole thing but he really likes him but he has to tell him the truth and he's literally about to admit it

but then Lotor comes back from checking on Allura in the mines and knows the princess at the palace is a fake so he calls Lance out and rips the wig off, the whole thing, and Lance is thrown in the dungeon when moments ago he was literally a hair's breadth away from kissing Keith on the mouth UGH life is so cruel

Lotor and Zarkon convince Alfor that Allura is dead and they plot to strike and stage their coup during her funeral or something idk

But meanwhile Romelle and Allura and the cats are power-lesbianing their way out of the mines, and meanwhile meanwhile Keith busts Lance out of jail and they go also to the mines to try to save Allura

just four gays and their cats standing at the mines like ok what now

they bust into the funeral proceedings and wreck Lotor's shit, Allura definitely throws him over her shoulder and skips him like a rock and they explain everything to Alfor

Lotor and Zarkon go to jail and Altea is saved even without the marriage alliance because Allura and Romelle found extra stores of quintessence locked in the geodes in the mines or whatever

Lance is now so thoroughly sponsored by not one but two royal families that his family will want for nothing ever again--his siblings are put on royal scholarship to any school of their choosing in either Altea or Marmora. Lance himself has always wanted to travel, so he does, and he writes letters to Keith the whole time and when he returns Keith is waiting for him and they do a big gay double wedding with Allura and Romelle just like in the Barbie movie <3

the end

[fuck-customers]

I have two separate stories of customers being the absolute stupidest people on the planet, but I'll keep them to their own posts

The first incident happened early evening of June 8th of this year.

After having dealt with a particularly stupid young couple (who tried to pay for a $36.29 transaction with a 20, 2 5's and 6 1's, despite having a stack of literally every bill imaginable. After I called him out on being 29¢ short [it was a very long day of people being stupidly greedy with lottery tickets], he accidentally drops a $20 on the counter. As Ms. Thing on his side starts bitching about "it's only 29¢ not $20" I snatch the 20 away from them basically throw their original 5's and 1's at them, and say, "No. You're gonna give me $40 now because you're wasting MY TIME"), I decided to go to the bathroom to just breathe and calm down.

Long story short, I got myself stuck in the bathroom (you may laugh, it was hilarious anyways)

Manager says to put an Out of Order sign on the door, which we do. We even BARRICADED the door with the trash can so no one would go in.

Lo and behold, about an hour later, my coworker is approached by a man, saying his wife had just gotten stuck in the bathroom.

My coworker says, "Oh, well, the door has an out of order sign on it. The men's room looks exactly the same."

And then the woman comes to the counter, to me, and mentions that she got stuck in the bathroom, had to call her "old man" to come break her out.

I laugh and say, "Yea, well, there's a sign on the door for a reason. The men's bathroom looks the same anyhow."

They leave, no issue, but we do tell the group chat with all the employees and managers of the store.

The next morning, the husband comes in, and starts talking to my manager (who, for a little added context, is also my mother. I am a nepo baby I'm sorry 💔💔) about the previous night's ordeal.

He and his wife are convinced that I and my coworker "locked her in the bathroom as a prank"

Which...

No.

There is a SIGN

On the DOOR

That says DO NOT ENTER in big, bold letters

As well as a fucken barricade that she apparently willed out of existence when she needed to pee so badly.

So, my manager then says, "Funny you say that. MY KID got trapped in that bathroom last night. And I had to drive here to help get her out. I live outside of town. Your girlfriend didn't read the warning that I PERSONALLY OVERSAW being taped to the door. Sounds like a classic case of Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes."

When we confronted the Big Bosses with these interactions, they just said "Wow those two were fucking morons, your reactions were justified" so that was nice

Posted by admin Rodney.

[xanadontit]

I'm gonna fucking scream.

E and I are booking travel for my grandma's birthday party next month (93 years old!) and I'm trying to find a hotel for us. My grandma lives with one of my uncles and they're hosting my grandma's sister so we can't stay with them. I'm totally fine with this! I love my family but they have one noise level: loud as hell. The party itself is about 25 minutes away from where Grandma and Uncle T live (at another uncle's house - stepdad is one of five boys), all sort of around Oklahoma City. I've gotten some suggestions about places to stay and need to pull the trigger except...

E is being a total fucking pill about it. "Well, should we stay closer to Grandma or closer to where the party will be held? How much time per day will we spend at either location? Does it make sense to stay halfway between the houses?" Listen, at this point it "makes sense" for me to leave your ass at home. Is he seriously asking for a breakdown of where we will be hour-by-hour and assurances about where our time will be spent? First of all, the woman is 93 and there's no guarantees about jack shit. Second of all, it's 25 minutes from one location to the other which is shorter than either of our work commutes; pretty sure we can handle this. Third of all, I've never been to any of these towns so quit asking me about how we get from Point A to Point B. We get in the car and use the GPS. God on a wheel, grow up.

I don't know why I'm so annoyed. I know he's like this. He gets anxious about going to new places and while he isn't a bad traveler he gets more worked up than I do over shit that ultimately 1) we cannot control and 2) does not actually affect anything of substance.

Anyway probably going to book whatever looks good to me and he can take it or leave it.

[billys-pretty-babe]

Happy Birthday, Baby

Pairings : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : Billy remembers celebrating birthdays when he was younger but once he hit 13, it felt like the other 364 days until his girlfriend came into his life and she's adament on giving him a good birthday.

Warnings : Swearing, siggestive but no explicit smut, Starcourt is briefly mentioned

Word Count : 1.3k

The clock hit midnight and Billy sighed, he was officially nineteen now and after the events of last year, he didn't expect to live to his birthday but here he is, laying next to his girlfriend as you slept peacefully, your hand resting near his pec as your head laid on his bicep.

His clock ticked next to him, the constant tick-tock tick-tock keeping him awake and he had half of a mind to throw it to the floor to get a few hours of sleep. You shifted in his one-armed hold a little, softly mumbling something and Billy looked down, "If you're gonna keep sleeping in my bed, you need to stop kicking me." Your eyes fluttered open, irises foggy with sleep as you flicked him off, making him laugh.

Billy felt an overwhelming amount of comfort, he could be as loud as he wanted without Neil getting upset. After his near-death experience, he moved out, left Hawkins and went to the next shithole town where he met you. "What time is it," you groggily asked and Billy hummed, looking at the small alarm clock next to his bed. "Ten after midnight."

You sat up quickly, "Happy birthday, baby." Billy smiled, genuinely smiled up at you as you leaned over him a little before he thanked you, his voice sweet like the cherry lollipops he kept on his bedside table. You rushed to the bathroom and Billy raised a brow as he heard the water in his sink running before you spit a few times and rushed back to him, water droplets on your lips.

He looked at you quizically and you laughed, "Wanted to give you a kiss but I had morning breath." Billy laughed because deep down he could've cared less knowing the amount of times he's kissed you in the morning without brushing his teeth was an ungodly amount, a number he doubt he could count up to. "Yeah? Is this my present?" You shook your head before pressing your lips to his and he grabbed the back of your head, deepening the kiss slightly and you guys made out for a few minutes before pulling away.

You guys stayed awake, watching the sun rise from Billy's apartment window as you both talked about anything and everything you could think of. "Okay but would you love me if I were a worm? It's not that hard of a question, William." He groaned at the usage of his real name, "Stop calling me that." "Where the hell do you get Billy from William anyways?" He laughed and he shrugged because truly, he didn't know either.

The sun was now up and Billy knew it was safe to fall asleep before he rolled over to look at you as he traced your jaw lightly. "Getting tired?" He nodded, his eyes heavy, his eyes burning from keeping them open. "Go to sleep, I'll still be here." He nodded, "You should go back to sleep too. You only slept for like an hour before you woke up." You nodded and he lifted an arm so you could lay on his pecs.

"Is this what it feels like for you when you lay on my tits?" Billy laughed, "Are you comparing my pecs to tits?" You nodded, "What cup size do you think you'd be?" Billy couldn't help but to laugh, his entire body shaking, making you shake with him before you started laughing.

"Alright, sleep time, seriously. Stop talking about my man tits." You stifled your laughter, placing your head on him again before throwing your arm and leg around him, securing yourself to him before you both dozed off for a few hours.

You both woke up around noon and the day celebrating your boy officially began, taking him to different stores in Indianapolis, offering to pay for everything but being denied at each register you guys wound up at. "You need some new jeans." Billy looked down at you as he held his bags, "You just want to see my ass." You both laughed and he walked into another store as he looked at the jeans, choosing a few and you looked around, grabbing a new denim jacket for him.

Billy walked out with an armful of different colored jeans, "Are you getting those?" He nodded, "I think I need some new shirts since mine just so happened to disappear," he said, side-eyeing you as you laughed and held his jeans, the material heavy on your arms. You followed him around the store as he grabbed different things. You guys spent the afternoon shopping and he drove back to his apartment close to six, the sky a dusky rose color with some hues of purple mixed in as the sun began to set.

You helped him take his bags to his apartment before putting them in his room. "What's for dinner?" You looked back to see Billy already stripped from his dark-wash jeans and white cotton shirt to being shirtless, in a pair of green shorts that fit him perfectly. "Um, I was gonna cook, if that's okay?" Billy nodded, "Can I help?" "You can sit at the table and look pretty." He laughed and nodded and went to walk by you before quickly kissing you and he sat down.

You moved around the kitchen, making the pasta that you knew he liked before throwing the bread into the oven. You looked in the freezer to see the small ice cream cake, big enough for the two of you to not let any go to waste. Dinner was finished cooking and you began to plate it as Billy's hands went to your hips, making you jump.

"I didn't hear you get up," you exclaimed and he laughed before kissing your temple, trailing kisses down the side of your face before nipping your jaw, "B, the food baby." He hummed, "Can I have desert before dinner?" You rolled your eyes and finished plating his food and grabbed a fork and handed him the plate, "No, now go eat. You'll need the energy." He looked at you, brow raised, "Oh? Might need another plate to eat then," he said, laughing as he walked back to the table and you shook your head, trying to fight the smile as you made your own plate and sat across from him as you both ate, talking about how the day was.

Dinner passed after an hour and Billy helped you with the dishes, "Bedroom?" You shook your head, "Not yet, I have one more thing." He nodded, leaning against the counter with the dish towel over his broad shoulder and you grabbed the cake from the freezer and two forks. You opened it, "Close your eyes." You heard him huff, "I'm going to assume your eyes are shut." He laughed and it made your heart speed up a little.

You shut the freezer and walked over to him with the cake and forks, "Open." He opened his eyes and looked down at you and you held the cake out to him, "Um, I'd sing but I'm trying to preserve my voice." Billy laughed, "You'll be singing for me soon, it's okay." Your eyes widened a little and he laughed and put the cake on the counter and you both began eating it, not cutting slices because there was no need for it. You had your fill and quickly washed the fork and Billy did the same and put the cake back in the freezer.

He walked to you and hugged you tightly, taking you by surprise, making you hesitate for a second before wrapping your arms around him. "Thank you, today meant a lot to me." You smiled against his bare chest, "You're welcome, baby. I'm glad you enjoyed it." You felt his lips pull into a smile against your temple before he kissed it. "Bed now?" You laughed and nodded and he let his hands travel to your thighs before picking you up, making you yelp and he walked to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him before beginning on part two of his gift and boy did he savor every moment of it.

@moonlightfountain thought you might like this :)

[hungry-tum-stuff]

if you’re doing them: "Well, if you're good, I guess you won't mind holding down the fort while the rest of us grab some pizza…"

Important bit of context: Dante is a monster hunter

Dante sighed and rubbed his temples as Buck and his buddies yelled at the game on their TV again, clearly audible through the door to their bedroom. They’d been out there all afternoon watching football, cheering and booing and yelling at the referee as if they were in the stands.

And Dante had been in his and Buck’s bedroom all day, trying to find any sort of break in the case he was working on. Dozens of birds had been found impaled on tree branches in the local woods, sending the town into a tizzy. And seeing as the police and local wildlife experts were stumped on what was happening, Dante figured he’d take a crack at it. Sure, it could just be some freaky teenagers pulling a prank, but it could also be a local witch up to no good, or worse, an omen. And he really didn’t feel like taking any chances.

But he’d hardly been able to get any research done with Buck and company outside. It had been impossible to focus with all the noise, and he’d been at this for hours but he didn’t have a single thing to show for it.

Dante’s stomach grumbled and he pressed a hand against it, frowning as he tried to regain his focus. That was partly why he’d been unable to focus on research; he hadn’t eaten all day. Granted, he could have gotten something from the kitchen this whole time, but that would mean being pulled into a conversation with Buck and his friends that he lacked the social skills to get out of. So in favor of his work, he had neglected his belly.

The living room behind the door erupted into cheers suddenly, followed by excited chatter. Not long after, Buck pushed open the door and crossed the room to plant a kiss on his partner’s head, and Dante smiled.

“You win?”

“We sure as shit did.” Buck said excitedly. “They had us on the ropes but we got ourselves a touchdown at the very last second. Anyways, me and the guys are headed out for pizza, you wanna come along?”

Dante’s stomach rumbled quietly, begging him to take a break and eat something. But he shook his head. Buck frowned.

“Aw c’mon, you been in this same spot since this morning. You’ve gotta be hungry…” Buck’s hands slid down towards Dante’s belly, but he swatted them away quickly.

“I’m fine, Buck. I haven’t gotten anywhere in all this, I gotta stay here.”

“This still that bird thing?” Buck leaned over to look at what Dante was up to, and as he did, Dante’s stomach growled faintly. Buck glanced down towards the noise, then back up at his blushing partner.

“You’re not gonna get nowhere on an empty tank, y’know.”

“Buck, I’m good, really.” Dante snapped, hunching down over his work, partly to get Buck off his case and partly to fold in his belly so it would shut the hell up. “You can go without me, just leave me alone and let me get this done.”

Buck stood back up straight and put his hands on his hips. “Well someone’s grouchy. But fine, if you’re good then I guess you won’t mind holdin’ down the fort while the rest of us are out eatin’ pizza.”

Dante didn’t respond, but his stomach groaned pleadingly. Buck waited for a moment for Dante to change his mind and come along for pizza, but when he didn’t, he sighed and shook his head.

“I’ll bring you some back.” He said, leaving and closing the door behind him.

But unfortunately, even with Buck gone Dante was having more trouble concentrating than before. He’d just been reminded of how hungry he was, and he’d just snapped at his boyfriend. After a few moments of reading the same sentence over and over again, his guilt and hunger bubbled over and got him out of his chair.

As soon as he opened the door, Buck’s friends cheered upon seeing him, and Buck smiled faintly as Dante walked over to meet them just as they were heading out the door.

“I’m sorry.” Dante said quietly.

“I know, you were just hangry. There’s a way to fix that, y’know.”

Dante rolled his eyes as he plopped into the passenger seat beside Buck. “Quit being a smartass and drive.”

[allelitewrites]

Barbed Wire Heart

She Needs You (Part One)

Word Count: 1473

Relationship: Reader X Hangman Adam Page

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On October 25, 2023 in Philadelphia, after the team of Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, and Hangman Page, better known as the Hungbucks won their ROH Six Man championship defense, an event occurred that left you in disbelief.  You were ringside for the match and celebrated in the ring afterward with your two closest friends and fiancé. But the video on the big screen soon changed from the Elite's images and showed Swerve Strickland opening the door into you and Adam's home just twenty minutes away from the Liacouras Center, where Dynamite was being held. You watched as he raided and tore things off of your shelves. Living in a small town outside of Philadelphia was a common thing. However, you couldn't figure out exactly how Swerve managed to know exactly which house was yours. Strickland and Prince Nana took their own tour around your home, kicking their dirty shoes up on your couch, ripping important photos apart, and throwing one of your favorite necklaces, a gift from Hangman somewhere in the grassy backyard.

You and Hangman booked it out of the ring even though it was totally pointless. You had to explain to your fiancé that there was no way you'd make it home in time. You still had your own match to wrestle and Hangman refused to let you out of his sight.

Later on, after a long half hour of your mind running at a million miles a minute, you wrestled in a Philly Street Fight. You requested that all of the Elite remain in their locker room as for the match would obviously get out of hand. It was a draining match, however you were thankful you ended up not losing any blood. While you ended up being successful in winning the match, the big screen once again flickered to Swerve Strickland and Prince Nana. You quickly grabbed a microphone and spoke before they had the chance.

"Whatever you want from me, you're gonna have to get over yourself and drop it." You huffed as you tried to catch your breath, still feeling the impact of the match. "Your problem isn't with me, Swerve. It's with Hangman. Don't bring me into your bullsh..."

"No need for the frustration." Swerve laughed. His enlarged face on the bright screen in front of you.

Nana's smile grew as the camera panned to where they were standing. Directly outside of the Elite's locker room. Standing outside of where you told your best friends to wait. Nana put a few brooms within the handles of the doors, preventing it from being able to open. "You better watch out. As Swerve said before, Hangman's loved ones would be the one to face the consequences of his actions. You just happen to be the one he loves most."

Nana walks out of frame with Swerve and the camera cuts. You toss the microphone out of the ring and start to limp your way to the back in an attempt to help your friends. Then you take a large hit to your back. What feels like hundreds of kicks are dropped upon your already damaged body. For a second they stop and you are able to make out the faces of Brian Cage, Toa Liona and Bishop Kaun.

It was a planned attack.

Even though you couldn't see it, the camera footage came back up on the big screen. You could hear the Hungbucks banging on the door, trying to find a way, anyway out that they could.

Swerve's music hit. As you tried to climb back to your feet, the pain across your body continued to make gravity feel like it was so much stronger. Collapsing at the knees repeatedly. Swerve and Nana finally made it to the ring, staring you down like a cat stalking it's prey. Strickland reaches under the ring and pulls out a black bag. The black bag known infamously to every single wrestler and every single wrestling fan on the planet. As Strickland climbed in the ring he backed his men off. He looked back at the big screen to still see no sign of Hangman or anyone else getting out of the room. Just a bunch of helpless banging on the door.

Swerve brought a microphone up to his mouth, the black bag still in his hand. He used his foot to knock you over again, then pressing your head into the ring mat with the bottom of his shoe. "It's a shame I need to do this to you. Your fiancé wanted to make this personal. Now where is he? He's in the back in a panic. Locked in a room. Watching me push your head into the floor with the bottom of a shoe that I used to walk around the dirty city of Philadelphia." The crowd booed as Swerve insulted their, and your hometown. He then kicked you directly in the head but you somehow managed to get your arms up enough to block most of the shot. "You know, maybe the two of you will have a real nice talk after this. He can't protect you. He can't save you. He doesn't really love you, does he? If he loved you he would be out here by now, wouldn't he?"

You immediately popped up to your feet to defend the cowboy but when you swung at Swerve, Toa Liona knocked you down. Swerve threw the microphone at you before opening the bag and dumping hundreds of thumb tacks onto your back. The coldness of the small pieces of metal gave you goosebumps. You had no energy to move. Being held in place didn't help as Swerve climbed to the top of the ropes. He jumped off and drove his two feet into the tacks that were resting on your back. You screamed and writhed in pain but you were picked up again. This time Swerve had you up straight, pile driving you into the already bloodied collection of tacks. You tried rolling away but the pain in your neck was unbearable. Every time you tried to move, the tacks drove themselves further into your skin.

Swerve grabbed you by your hair, pulling you into a slouched sitting position facing you both towards the hard camera. The final tack falling from your temple, your blood was trickling hastily down your face, leaving a metal taste in your mouth and a burning sensation in your eyes. Prince Nana gave Swerve another microphone. "This is what happens. This is what happens, Hangman!" Swerve yells, still holding your head up. "I warned you, cowboy. And now you can't do anything about what's already been done." He drops you and you limply fall to your side. Your face was turning the mat a dark red as you laid there gasping for air. "Whose house?" Swerve cheekily mumbles, making the crowd scream 'Swerve's house' in reply.

Just as Swerve stood back up straight, he saw the door break open. Hangman broke through all of the broom sticks and was fully sprinting towards the ring. You wiped the blood out of your eyes and managed to roll around a bit, being able to lean on your elbow. The second the Hungbucks made it through the curtain, Swerve and his group bailed from the ring. Hangman ran right passed you to try and get to Swerve, however, he was already gone.

First, Nick tried to help you up, but you pushed him away asking for space. Instead, you pulled yourself to the ropes. You turned to look at Adam but he refused to break eye contact with Strickland. You got yourself up to your knees and then Matt tried to assist you. Again, you pushed him away.

You managed to get up to your feet but you were using the ropes to carry all of your weight. Finally, Matt went over to Hangman and pushed him away from Swerve. "Forget him. She needs you right now."

Hangman turned to look at you. The panic finally overpowered his anger as he rushed to you, wrapping an arm around your back. "Shirt." You manage to say.

"What about it?" Adam asks.

You cough a bit before turning to the side to spit out blood from your mouth. "I don't want to ruin your shirt." You say as you try and keep him from being worried. He told you that he didn't care about the shirt but you forced a smile and replied, "No, but I like that shirt."

Hangman rolled his eyes, knowing you were trying to make sure he wasn't too worried despite the fact you were standing in front of him covered in blood. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his large shoulders and chest and allowed you to rest his weight onto him. He held you up, whispering repeated apologies in your ear.