#hearing nick talk about while high KILLED me.

[i-am-the-hero-alfred-jones]

Today I accidentally got WAY higher than I meant to. And as I felt my soul leave my body I knew in my core there was one thing I had to do. I had to re-listen to Dungeons and Daddies while really high. And let me tell you that was the RIGHT choice.

[neo404]

u should write something abt the reader getting too drunk or high and being a hot mess.he’s nicks bestfriend and he confesses his feelings

More than that.

Summary: you ask Nick to pick you up from a party a few houses down his. After him helping you make your way to his home you accidentally confess your feelings.

Tw: drunk reader, cursing.

My vision is blurry, the world is spinning to fast, the music is too loud. I stumble my way out of the house into the garden, I lay on the grass floor besides a tree and look at the branches move. It looks so pretty, the wind hits my face and I get cold, I wanna go home.

I don’t even know when I grabbed my phone and I called Nick.

‘’What the fuck? It’s 2 in the morning, why are you calling?’’ Nicks voice come from the other side of the line, he wasn’t sleeping, he was probably editing a video or doing a Ru Paul’s marathon again.

‘’Come pick me up, please. I’m cold.’’ I whisper into the phone laying on the floor besides me.

‘’Shit, are you drunk?’’

‘’Yes, sorry. I need a hug.’’ I hear stumbling and keys moving.

‘’Send me your location.’’ He guides me because I can’t remember how to. We stay on call; he tells me he is on his way and I just listen to his voice while caressing and playing with the grass. I hear the call end and I see Nick standing in front of me. ‘’Come on, let’s go home.’’

‘’Can’t. grass is my new bed.’’

‘’Come on, you asked me to pick you up, don’t be a baby.’’

‘’What if I’m a baby? how do you know I’m not.’’

‘’I can see you. Come here.’’ He kneels in front of me and puts my phone in his pocket. He sits me against the tree and helps me put on the hoodie he had over his shoulder, it’s soft and it smells like him. ‘’I swear if you puke on it I will kill you.’’ I put my head against his shoulder and sigh.

‘’Won’t, promise. You are warm, I’m no longer cold.’’ I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck.

‘’That’s good, stand up, we are going home.’’ He tries to lift me up but I don’t let him.

‘’Nooo, wanna hug you.’’ I slur out.

‘’You can hug me all you want when we get home, plus you’ll get to do it in a comfy bed.’’

‘’And your hoodie?’’

‘’And my hoodie, I won’t take it away.’’

‘’M’kay.’’ I stand up the best I can, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and we start walking, it wasn’t a long walk. The fresh air was nice, I think I’m rambling and saying non sense, but I’m not sure if I’m thinking it of just saying it. ‘’Sky’s pretty. Like you.’’

‘’Let’s go inside, you are drunk.’’

‘’We are hooome!’’

‘’Sh…’’ he puts a hand up to my mouth. ‘’everyone is sleeping, shut up.’’

‘’I’m not sleeping, you are not sleeping, not everyone eepying.’’ He rolls his eyes with a smile on his face.

‘’Lot’s of people are sleeping, so be quiet.’’ I nod and we go to his room quietly. I throw myself into the bed, cuddling with his pillows and blankets, a wave of sadness invades my body.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ He sits besides me.

‘’For what?’’

‘’I know you don’t drink and don’t like when other people drink too much around you, I know you don’t like drunk people… I’m sorry.’’ I hug his pillow against my chest and hide my face in it. He plays with my hair.

‘’I don’t mind when it’s you.’’ I lay my head on his lap and he keeps playing with my hair.

‘’Thank you. That’s why I like you so much…’’

‘’We should talk about this tomorrow….’’

‘’What if I don’t remember, will you tell me?’’ he doesn’t say a thing. ‘’You don’t like me?’’

‘’No, it’s not that. You are drunk, we should tell this when we are sober.’’

‘’I’m sorry.’’ I sit up and he hugs me.

‘’Don’t be. I’m here, it’s okay.’’ A feel a knot on my throat. ‘’I was planning on telling you soon anyways.’’

‘’So you like me back!?!’’ I look at him, wide smile on my face.

‘’SHH, yes dumbass. Let’s get you some water.’’ He stands up and I go behind him to the kitchen.

‘’How much you like me?’’

‘’We’ll talk about it tomorrow.’’

‘’This much?’’ I make put both of my hands facing each other, almost touching. ‘’Or this much?’’ I pull my hands apart a bit. ‘’Because I like you this much.’’ I open my arms completely. ‘’And a bunch more. Don’t have arms long enough.’’ He smiles looking at me.

‘’Here’s your water, drink it.’’ I grab the glass and drink all of it.

‘’But how much?’’

‘’Tomorrow crybaby. Let’s go to bed.’’ I pout at him. ‘’We will cuddle.’’

‘’Yes, awesome.’’ I scream whisper and he grabs my hand pulling me into the room. ‘’Just so you know, I like you.’’

‘’I know.’’

[flohamilton]

hi! may i request an eddie x reader hurt/comfort imagine in which they’re best friends but have crushes on each other, yet when eddie confesses, reader doesn’t know what to do bcz they’re scared of relationships failing/have trust issues? (i hope this makes sense lol) with a happy ending <3 thank u sm !

Dear anon, I loved writing this so so so much you have no idea, thank u so much for this request!!!!

premise: the reader and eddie are hopelessly pining after one another, but when eddie confesses his true feelings, the reader, scarred with deep rooted trust issues, can't help but push him away

paring: Eddie Munson x reader warnings: cursing, mentions of divorced/absent parents, abusive relationships, cheating, small talk of future kids category: friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, SOFT EDDIE, FLUFF so much fluff!!! word count: 5.3k

a confession - eddie munson

There were lots of things you knew about Eddie Munson. You knew he had five tattoos and you could recite what each one was and it's precise location. You knew he loved metal music more than anything. You knew he wanted to be a rock star. You knew he was insecure about his grades. What you did not know what that Eddie was hopelessly in love with you. And ironically, what Eddie didn't know about you was that you were also hopelessly in love with him. It was quite the conundrum.

You and Eddie had been best friends ever since you could remember. You were in the same grade and bonded over your difficulties with spelling and your absent fathers. You were both placed into a special spelling program in the fourth grade, one in which you graduated from at the end of the year, while Eddie found himself repeating same program the following school year. But that didn’t matter, Eddie was your best friend, and not being in the spelling program with him was not going to separate the friendship you had.

Even more than spelling though, you bonded over your rough home life. Although Eddie’s dad was in jail and your dad simply chose not to be in your life anymore, it was nice to have someone to relate to. Your parents divorced when you were only seven but what you could remember of their relationship was nothing short of unpleasant. Constant screaming and fighting. You mom crying in bathroom while your dad was stone cold, drinking another beer, watching TV aimlessly. From there on out, love was a weird thing to you because of your parents and their lack of it.

Eventually, you both grew up and while Eddie was deemed the high school freak, you joined the cheer squad. But you never let that affect your friendship. Sure things weren’t exactly the same, but Eddie was your best friend and you would spend every day with him whenever you didn’t have practice and he didn't have a club meeting.

Eddie's heart broke when you started dating Nick during you senior year (Eddie’s first senior year).

You didn’t know love could be a happy thing. Which is why when Nick started being mean to you a few weeks into dating, you dismissed your sadness and hid your tears, just like you mother did. Thinking that’s just how it was with every couple, the same way that it was with your parents. Although Eddie couldn’t prove directly that Nick was a piece of shit, deep down he just knew. You never went into details about your relationship with Nick to Eddie, in fact in the year that you dated Nick, you hardly spoke to Eddie at all. Nick didn’t like it when you talked to other guys. Eddie’s fears only were confirmed, four months in when you called him out of the blue one night, crying on the other line. “Hey, y/n, long time no talk,” Eddie half-joked but said with a hint of seriousness in his voice. You didn’t say anything but he could hear your labored breathing over the phone.

“Y/n, what’s wrong, did something happen with Nick?” He knew. He just knew.

“He cheated on me, Eddie,” you cried into the phone.

“Where is he? I’ll kill him, I swear,” Eddie said, heart crushing in his chest at the thought of you crying over this asshole.

“No Eddie, don’t!” you begged. “We’re going to work through it. He swore it would never happen again. He loves me.”

It broke Eddie’s heart that you were so hung up on Nick, so blinded by love that you couldn’t see him for the liar and cheater he really was. Eddie wanted to support you, you were his best friend, and whatever made you happy made him happy. But deep down he was so sad for you, and so, so jealous. Jealous because he knew he could treat you a billion times better. He was hopeless for you, and you never had a clue.

Up until the moment you began dating Nick, you always harbored strong feelings for Eddie. You shut it down as soon as Nick started showing an interest in you, though. But you never quite forgot about your feelings for Eddie. You were just too busy with Nick’s flattery and gifts and charm to actively think about your crush on your best friend.

When Nick finally broke up with you just after a year of dating, you were a wreck, absolutely inconsolable. You wouldn’t see anyone for weeks. It was the summer after you graduated high school and you were set to attend the small college just outside of Hawkins, but you couldn’t even feel excited because of how broken you were. Nick had completely shattered you. You knew he cheated on you, multiple times. You knew he lied. He was mean to you all the time, and honestly you were afraid he would hurt you physically. But he was your Nick, and without him you felt empty. If you thought your parents’ screwed up relationship had altered the way you saw love, hell this completely broke your perception of love all together. As far as you were concerned love didn’t exist. Every man was a cheating scum bag and you couldn’t trust any of them. Except Eddie, you knew you could trust Eddie.

Eddie was there and much as he could be, slowly but surely brining you back to life. And with it, your crush on him came back to life too. You felt guilty, almost, for your crush on Eddie. Knowing nothing could come from it and you would never be ready for a relationship. You were dead set on the fact that you would probably die alone, in fact you wanted to die alone because the thought of going through another relationship like your last one seemed like hell to you. So you decided to embrace Eddie and the friendship he brought you, swearing you would never ever confess you feeling for him. You cared about him too much to lose him too.

You stayed close with Eddie, currently he was now into his third senior year while you were in your second year of college. You were both busy, but made time for each other. You still lived at home with you mom, so when you weren’t studying you tried to visit with Eddie and force him to study at least a little bit. He usually ignored you pleas to go over his textbooks before his next tests, and instead convinced you to listen to his records with him, or let him try to teach you how to play his guitar, or tell you all about the new campaign he was planning. You always gave in. Eddie was still your closest friend, and you were still his. And both of you were in denial about the way your felt about each other.

~

It was a chilly October evening and you had just come to Eddie’s after your afternoon classes had ended for the day. You were tired and ready to get home and plan your work for tomorrow but Eddie insisted you come over and listen to the new Iron Maiden record he had snagged at the music store.

You wrapped your flannel jacket tighter around your torso as you made your way from your car to his trailer, noting that his uncle Wayne was out working the night shift by now.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Eddie said sweetly as he opened the door for you and welcomed you in. Your cheeks blushed at the pet name, hoping you could play it off as a flush from the cold.

You immediately noticed something about him was slightly off. He was wired, more than usual. But you brushed it off figuring he had hit too much of his blunt all at once.

“Hi Eds, how was your day?” You asked, shedding you flannel and setting it on the couch.

“Eh, kinda shitty, better now that you’re here,” he said, pulling you into a big hug, taking your breath away.

“Wow miss me?” You chucked as Eddie continued to hug you.

He was being clingy. More clingy than usual. You were used to the occasional pet name here and there, yes. And yeah, Eddie was definitely a hugger. But the ‘sweetheart’ and the bone crushing embrace. Something was off.

You discarded your thoughts quickly, though, as Eddie dragged you to his bedroom where the new record was already sitting, waiting for you both to listen.

“I’m so excited y/n,” Eddie beamed. You admired his love for music. He was almost child-like in this moment, his eyes were as big as moons and he slightly jumped up and down as he placed the needle down onto the spinning record. You spend the next 30 minutes listening to the new record, as Eddie danced you around the room haphazardly. This wasn’t out of character for him either, but after the strange show of affection earlier, you couldn’t help but notice how his hand grasped yours tightly, how his eyes lingered on you longer than they probably should have. You were loving every second, truly. Taking in how handsome he was. His wiry hair, his stunning cheekbones, his big, beautiful eyes. You were so in love with him sometimes it hurt to have moments like these. When your admiration for him became so great you almost wanted something to happen. But you stopped yourself. You didn’t want to get hurt. You were in self-preservation mode at all times. You had to be.

Eddie begun to spin in circles with you, humming to the music and holding you close to him. You laughed, squealing as he lifted you off of the ground as though you were light as a feather and continued to spin you.

“Eddie, put me down!” You giggled, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life.

After a few seconds of protest, Eddie finally placed you back on the solid ground of his bedroom floor. He laughed with you, his smile so radiant you almost had to look away, in awe of his beautiful features.

Eddie glanced down at you, hands sitting firmly on your waist.

“I love you.” He said quietly, looking at you much more seriously now. Your heart felt like it was plummeting. Plummeting down Mount Everest at speeds unheard of. There was no way. No way Eddie just said that. No way. You were in denial. He was saying it in a friendly way. Nothing more.

“Love you too Eds,” you said casually as you had many times before, continuing to dance with him slower this time, swaying to the music. You tried to slow your heart rate, hoping he couldn’t hear it from how close you were to him. “Even though you are making me so dizzy right now”

Eddie’s eyes darkened, beaming into yours without blinking, without breaking contact. His hands dropped from your waist, limply to his sides. Your heart skipped another five beats, having a feeling that he wasn’t just being friendly, but not quite wanting to believe that he could really love you in that way.

“No, I mean I’m in love with you.” There it is.

Eddie paused, closing his eyes, inhaling deeply and letting out a slow, long breath. You looked down to notice his hands were slightly shaking now. Your stomach leapt with excitement but also dread and devastation, knowing you could never give Eddie the same reciprocation of feelings. Not right now, not after everything you had been through. You couldn’t open your heart, unlock it and just give it away to anyone, even if it was Eddie, who you knew would guard and protect your heart. He would take care of your heart, you knew he could. But you couldn’t let him have the key. It would hurt too much. Opening up wasn’t an option anymore. You weren’t emotionally available. Not after Nick. “I’m in love with you,” he repeated, quieter this time. “When I look at you I see my life. Like my whole life. I mean you’re the person I want to do life with. The house, the kids, the dog, the whole thing. I know I’m still trying to graduate high school and I can’t provide much to you right now, but for you I’ll do anything to give you the life you’ve always deserved. I’ll take care of you. And you don’t have to say anything back if you don’t feel the same way. You can walk out of this room right now and never talk to me ever again, I mean that would rip my heart to complete shreds, but I just needed you to know how I feel.”

You looked at Eddie, jaw agape. You couldn’t move.

“Shit.” Eddie cursed, backing away from you, wide eyes glancing at you then casting to the ground as he wrapped his arms around himself in protection, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have said any of that, right? I just ruined our friendship didn’t I?”

“No, not at all,” You squeaked, backing away to the doorway. “I just have to go, gotta get to bed, I have my 8am tomorrow. College, am I right?” You attempted to joke, inwardly cringing and wishing you wouldn’t have said anything about college, something that Eddie was already so insecure about.

And you walked quickly out of his trailer and to your car, ignoring Eddie’s pleas to wait up.

“You don’t have to go! Forget I said anything, c’mon we still have half of the record to get through yet.”

You looked back at Eddie one more time, you saw him standing there on the porch helplessly, eyes welling with tears as he quickly rubbed them away with his fists. He looked up at you. “Sleep well, y/n,” You heard him say as you slammed you car door.

You cried all the way home.

~ When you got home, you quickly said goodnight to your mom who was in the living room watching the news, jogging up the stairs before she could get a look at your tear stained face.

As you lay in bed, your mind racked over everything that had transpired. You weren’t even sure it was really real. Eddie had said he loved you. Not just a casual “love you,” like you thought. No, an “I love you.” And your body began to fill with anxiety at the thought of love. Love, which had only caused you so much pain thus far.

For a moment you almost felt yourself resenting Eddie. He knew the history of your parents’ relationship, the impact it had on your and your perception of love. He knew about Nick. He knew the pain that you were left in after he broke your heart so many times. He knew how blindsided you were when Nick finally did break up with you. He knew your trust in love and relationships was shattered. He knew you wouldn’t be emotionally available yet he still had to go and say all of that. Yet for some odd reason you couldn’t shake the lightness you felt way, way, way in the back of your heart. Eddie was in love with you. Eddie, the boy you had been silently pining after since you were in 8th grade. The boy who knew all of your secrets, who had seen you quite literally at your worst. He poured his heart out to you and you left him there at trailer. You left him standing there, practically crumbling to the floor like a weak porcelain doll.

Still there was nothing you could do. You needed space, you needed to be away from Eddie before either of you could wind up more hurt.

~

Meanwhile Eddie was in his bedroom, listening to the remainder of the Iron Maiden record. Slowly inhaling and exhaling from his blunt, wanting to feel numb but knowing this would probably only make him feel worse in the long run. He had absolutely blew it. Truly. Why he felt the need to confess his love for you was a mystery to him. He was fine with being your best friend. In fact, he loved calling you his best friend. You were his person, even if that only meant platonically, that was fine with him. As long as he got to be around you he was content. Even if it meant you truly couldn’t be his. He was fine. So why did he have to go and ruin things? He knew you would never feel the same way, and he knew damn well that you were way out of his league. You were in college working toward your dreams and he still couldn’t get out of high school. God he was so stupid. Throwing away the best friendship he’d ever had just so he could confess his silly, stupid little feelings and cry like a kid when you didn’t say anything back.A

~

Three days had gone by without speaking to Eddie, the longest time apart since before you and Nick had broken up. You ignored his phone calls. At least three a day. And your mom was beginning to get concerned.

“If he calls tell him I’m busy, mom” you ignored her suspicious eyes. “Please mom, I just can’t talk to him right now. I can’t explain it right now.”

On the second day, Eddie showed up to your house when you would normally be home, and your car was still in your driveway. He knocked for twenty minutes before getting back into his van and driving home.

On the third day he gave up. He had a campaign to run and his sheepies needed him. Dustin’s bad advise, which he had inadvertently learned from Steve, made Eddie smile. His young friend was trying to be helpful.

“Most girls are just stupid, Eddie,” Mike said, shaking his head, eager to start today’s portion of the campaign.

“Not her, Wheeler,” Eddie said as he grabbed his campaign notes. Happy to at least be focusing on something other than you for a few hours. “Not her.”

You on the other hand hand had never felt worse. Your eyes were puffy and swollen from all of the crying. You had no appetite and could hardly focus on any of your school work. You were sitting in your psychology lecture, listening as your professor went off on some tangent about a cognitive behavior study but your mind could not be further from the classroom. You thought of Eddie and what he was doing right now. He was probably eating lunch with the rest of his Hellfire club. He was probably, laughing and joking with his friends, making fun the boys basketball teams, getting the jocks riled up. You wondered if he was still as sad as the night you left him standing there on the steps of his trailer. You could still see his tearful look as you backed out of his driveway. It haunted you, flashed in your mind every night before you went to sleep, every time you closed your eyes.

Eddie plagued your thoughts constantly as you sat with what he said. He said he saw his life with you. Wanted to have kids with you. Kids. Something you had always talked about when you were younger. Eddie wanted those things too, and he wanted them with you.

You fucked up. You knew it and the guilt and what ifs were eating you alive. The what if’s circled your brain in a frenzy, making you feel like you were suffocating. What if you had reciprocated your feelings back? What if Eddie wouldn’t hurt you like everyone else did? What if you two actually had a shot at a life together, the life you always wanted but would never let yourself admit to?

As your professor dismissed your class you packed you bag and grabbed you car keys, knowing exactly what you had to do. The route to his house practically ingrained in your brain, you could get there with your eyes shut.

You had to tell him how you felt.

~

As you arrived to Eddie’s house, you noticed that like usual, his uncle Wayne was working. You sighed in relief, happy at the thought of having this conversation in private. It was going to make it easier.

Your hands shook as you made you way to Eddie’s door, knocking lightly at first, three small raps. “Eddie? It’s me, y/n. I need to talk to you.”

You didn’t really know what you had expected as you were met with silence, deafening you. You knew Eddie was home, his van was in the driveway.

You knocked on the door again, refusing to go home now.

“Eddie, please open up! I know you’re in there,” you sighed, resting your head on the door. “I really need to talk to you.” You continued banging on the door now relentlessly. “I’m not leaving until you open up.” Suddenly the door was being pulled open and you lurched forward, having placed all of your weight on the door and you found yourself falling directly into Eddie. He caught you gracefully as you plummeted to his chest. Gripping your shoulders and stabilizing you.

You quickly got out of his grip, backing away to assess the situation from a safer distance. You fully looked at Eddie now and your heart lurched at the sight of him. Wild hair messier than normal, dark circles under his eyes. Plaid pajama pants sitting low on his hips and an old and ratty band shirt, you couldn’t quite make out which band it was because of how worn it was. He looked sad. And you knew it was because of you.

“Hi.”

“Oh so now you want to talk, y/n?”

“Eddie, please let me -“

Eddie interjected, “It’s okay, y/n, there’s nothing to explain. I get it, you don’t feel the same way as me. We already established that,” he said with a cold chuckle, eyes emotionless, staring not quite at you but more like the scene of the trailer park through the open door behind you.

“Eddie please, if you would just listen then you would understand -“

“Save it. I understand everything crystal clear. We don’t have to do this, just go home. I’m sure you have important things to do for school. I know how busy you are, I get it.”

“I’m in love with you too,” you blurted, looking more like a deer in the headlights as each second passed. You felt like you had just removed your skin and were standing in front of Eddie as just bones and muscle, utterly exposed.

“I’m sorry?” Eddie questioned, eyes wide, taking a step away from you. “I don’t think I heard you, what was that?”

“I said that I’m in love with you. And I feel like such an ass for not saying it back the other day. It’s just…” You paused, eyes getting misty. You really didn’t feel like crying in front of Eddie right now but your tear ducts ignored your silent pleas and your eyes began to seep.

“It’s just that I’m afraid. Of relationships. Of love,” you whispered. “After everything with my parents and then with Nick. He broke me. Like truly broke me, Eddie. The things that he did to me, the cheating, the lying, the manipulation. And I knew all of it but still convinced myself that he loved me and that was how love was supposed to work. I thought it was normal,” You were crying at this point, harshly wiping away your tears, but they were relentless.

Eddies eyes softened, “Sweetheart, hey,” he said closing the gap between you two, placing his hand softly to your cheek and wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“There were so many nights that I would just lay in my bed and cry because even though he hurt me and even though I knew he didn’t love me, I still loved him and I still wanted him even after he left me. Even if he was cheating on me, at least he was still my boyfriend. I put everything into that relationship and all he did was lie. He would tell me he loved me then walk out the door and go straight to hook up with all of the girls he told me not to worry about.”

You paused, your body involuntarily letting out a harsh sob.

“And I guess what I’m saying is that when you told me you loved me, it just brought back all of the emotion from that relationship and how it failed and it scared me, Eddie. It scared me because I’m so in love with you that it hurts, it hurts to breathe and it hurts to exist because I’m so scared that I’ll end up in pain again. And I know that you’re different, you’re the sweetest and kindest and most gentle man I’ve ever met, but I’m just so scared of even putting myself in the position of losing you. I was in denial, but I have loved you for so long and I have wanted you for so long, but I convinced myself that you weren’t an option and that love wasn’t an option. And that’s why I didn’t say it back, but I’m saying it now, I’m in love with you Eddie Munson.” You were full on sobbing now, you knew mascara was bound to be running down you face and you were fairly certain snot was bubbling from your nose.

“Oh, honey,” Eddie said, pulling you tight into his arms, “C’mere.” He wrapped both of his arms around you so tight your breath squeezed from your lungs. You sobbed into Eddie’s old band shirt as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m right here, and I won’t hurt you I promise.”

“But I’m so scared,” you cried, pulling away to look at Eddie tearfully.

“I know, and you have every right to be after what that asshole did to you. But I won’t do that,” he shook his head, “I wouldn’t.”

“But-“ you began to protest as Eddie cut you off.

“I promise, y/n. You are the girl I have wanted since I was thirteen. In fact, I think there was a part of me that was always in love with you before we even really knew what love was. But then when we hit eighth grade, you were just so… perfect and so beautiful and everything I wanted and I was so painfully aware of how in love I was with you. I never had the guts to tell you until three days ago because I always thought you were too good for me, and I still do to this day. But I’m serious, y/n. I would never ever hurt you. Ever. I’ve been dreaming of you being mine for as long as I can remember and I’ll be damned if I ever do anything that would put me in a position to even think about hurting you. I swear, y/n, I swear,” Eddie said, eyes beginning to tear up. “I love you so much, it hurts.”

Now his lips were on yours and you were pulling yourself even closer together now kissing each other through the tears. You hands grabbing both sides of his face while he planted his hands firmly on your waist, holding onto you as if you might disappear if he let go. Your lips moved in sync as you breathed heavily, trying to gain your bearings but not wanting to pull away from him yet. Eventually you did pull away for a brief moment, both taking a second to breathe, foreheads resting together before reconnecting once more, softer this time.

Eddie pulled you into his chest and you buried your head into him, sobbing even harder. “I love you too, I’m sorry I didn’t say it back earlier."

“’s okay, you’re saying it now, that’s all that matters,” Eddie said, lips against your neck, his head pressed into your shoulder. You could feel his tears on your neck, beginning to wet the fabric of your shirt, only making you cry harder.

Eddie chucked, wiping away a tear "Fuck we’re a mess.”

You chucked, inhaling shakily.

“Let’s lay down, yeah, sweetheart,” Eddie said, leading you back to his bedroom. “You can stay for a bit if you want.”

Once in his bed, Eddie pulled you impossibly close to him and placed his blanket over the both of you. You laid your head on his chest, and he gripped your waist, pulling you closer so that you were nearly on top of him, you legs becoming a tangled mess together. Eddie sighed, placing a kiss to your head, his arm rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“I”m sorry to get so worked up,” you laughed a little and sniffled.

“No apologizing, please. You have every right to getting worked up.”

“And I’m sorry for the hurt I caused you over the last three days. It was awful of me to just leave you hanging like that then ignore you.”

“I mean I won’t lie and say that felt good, but… none of that okay, babe,” he said, caressing your chin and jawline with his thumb.“You said what you needed to say now and that’s good enough for me.”

You paused, taking in a deep breath. “Just know that it may take some time for me,” you began shifting slightly so you could prop yourself up on your elbow and look at Eddie now. “I’m probably going to be anxious. My trust issues haven’t gone away and probably won’t be doing so any time soon. I’m going to need reassurance. I hate that, but I will. It’s not that I don’t trust you its just that I’m - ”

“Traumatized?” Eddie finished your sentence. You nodded, tears beginning to stream again. “I know sweetheart. I know,” he said kissing your head softly again.

“I will remind you every single day of my love for you, of how down bad I am for you,” he laughed, gently wiping your tears away once more. “You can ask any of my friends. Ya know, Dustin Henderson made fun of me when he caught me going over my “i love you” speech. And Wheeler! He told me to grow and pair and just tell you, that little shit. My point is, you want reassurance, you got it babe. You can talk to me about anything. I’ll take care of you, always. I promise. In fact, you’re probably going to beg me to get away from you. You think I was clingy before, just you wait. You’re never going to get rid of me.”

“You really meant it when you said you see your life with me? The house and the kids and the dog?”

Eddie chucked at the part of his speech you recited, “I meant it. I want all of it with you. I mean- I mean if that’s what you want, I don’t want to freak you out, I know we’re young still.”

“I could see it, a little house, a few mini you and me’s running around. I’ve thought about it too, you know… me and you being a family, having kids one day.”

“You don’t know how happy that makes me.” He paused, “So will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course,” you smiled, leaning down to kiss him again.

“Hell yeah,” he said once you pulled away. “I finally have a girlfriend, and she’s the one I always wanted.”

[fantasticallyfruity4]

Steddie things/ head cannons abt these two morons living in my noggin rent free

CW: Dick size comments, smoking/pot, brief mention of (a fear of, nothing actually happens) period typical homophobia. Briefly mentioned experiences with antisemitism. Mention of Chrissy Cunningham anorexic bulimia. Jewish Byers’s. Jewish steddie.

It’s a long one. Oops

NO BUT LIKE THINK ABT STEDDIE NICK NAMES

think abt Eddie calling Steve “lover boy”, like the sweetest most affectionate tone, pulling him into a kiss and whispering “c‘mere lover boy”, sneaking up behind him when he’s cooking or leaning over anything and mumbling “hey lover boy” while he kisses the moles on his shoulder.

Also like, the theory that Steve’s actually packing quite the dick and that’s why Eddie called him “big boy” when he was hotwiring the camper, and and whenever Eddie calls Steve big boy he gets flustered about it because he knows exactly what it’s indicative of. That it’s an innuendo that only him and Eddie understand.

Eddie absolutely has a kink for being called master or dungeon master in the bedroom. I will not explain further. Steve did it as a joke once and the reaction was way too good.

But besides that nicknames for Eddie stump me. Of corse the usual “eds”, usual pet names/ terms of endearment, but beyond that I get stumped.

They use the same hair products, they realize, but in totally different ways and in totally different quantities. They both stand there infront of the bathroom mirror futzing for an hour in the morning, hip checking each other out of the way, teasing, hair spraying and all around being high maintenance bitches together. If Steve finds out eddie killed the last of his Farrah faucet spray? Oh, he is such a little bitch about it, whining and bitching all day until Eddie replaces it. Not like Steve hasn’t used so much of Eddie’s hair spray that the tow do them nearly choked to death in the bathroom that one time.

Speaking of hair, Eddie walks around with his hair in a ponytail or god forbid even a messy bun in the summer or if he’s doing house work or something, anything he really can’t stand his hair in his face for. And it drives Steve crazy, his pretty space all on display like that. Bonus points for Eddie in sweats, shirtless, tattoos and veins on gum tantalizing display, hair up, completely oblivious to how bad he’s got Steve.

Steve listens to the worst pop shit, in Eddie opinion. Bowie, wham, tears for fears, Toto, Elton John, queen. It makes his fucking ears bleed.

But when Steve starts belting good old fashioned lover boy in the shower and eddies sitting in Steve’s room, laughing to himself at the sound, it’s pretty cute. And he can live with it. It’s how Steve got the nickname anyway.

In the car Steve blasts head over heels on the radio on one of their first dates. They’re at lovers lake, Eddie’s trying to get the balls to make a move on him, palms sweaty and anxious that he’s taking too long to make a move or that he’s going too fast, and suddenly he, obliviously, himbo style, yells “oh my god I love this song!” And cranks the volume all the way up. Kills the moment, but when they talk about it later it’s all laughs at how they were both so oblivious. It instantly became their song, unfortunately for Eddie who has to hear is all the time. Steve leaves cassettes of this shit in Eddie’s car and you can’t tell a soul, but sometimes when he’s driving alone he misses his baby, and listens to some of that shit. To feel like he’s there.

Steve eventually comes around to Eddie’s music, even head bangs a little in Eddie’s car. Eddie loves it so fucking much. It’s like Steve’s just that much more into his weird little world.

Both boys are Jewish, I’ll die on this hill. Because I’m Jewish and I said so. My word is law.

Steve is the gold chai Jewish fuckboy. Eddie has an antique magen David from one of his grandparents he wears every day. Tucks it in in his shirt to survive Hawkins :(

“A little havdalah?” “Eddie that’s a joint” “so?” “Sure, fine”

I want to see a fucking yarmulke on all that fucking hair. Eddie is 100% the poor fella who needs to use bobby pins to get his kippah to stick. He and Steve end up barreling into the wheelers one day, accosting Nancy in her bedroom “we need bobby pins! Now! We’re already later to high holiday services Wayne’s gonna kill me I don’t have time to stop at the drug store HAIRPINS NOW WOMAN!”. Idk I just see it so clearly, so funny.

Unfortunately it’s probably where part of the “the freak” reputation comes from. Blood libel and all that good shit. So that’s a bummer.

Eddie and Wayne never had the kind of spare money around to get a lot of things, even after Eddie started selling drugs there was of corse new financial issues, so this lead to Steve noting, the first time he stayed the night in Eddie’s trailer, that they didn’t have a mezuzah. Eddie just shrugged. “We don’t have the kinda cash laying around for nice judaica, harrington”.

And yeah, it was a point. They grew up in such different households financially. Steve had two (albeit absentee, traveling for work all the time) working white collar parents, a two story house at the end of a cul de sac, with an inground pool. And Eddie and his blue collar uncle lived in a trailer, Eddie sold pot because he was too ADHD to hold down a stable job, while Steve worked weird little retail jobs for pocket money, because all the real bills were paid. Eddie paid half the bills at home. Different worlds.

Next day Eddie’s unhappy to wake up in an empty bed but he hears hammering. He rolls out of bed, shirtless, bed headed, grumpy mess, to find Steve nailing a mezuzah to the doorway of the trailer.

“Steve what are you doing?”. Redundant. “We’ll, I woke up this morning, remembered we had a spare in my garage from when my grand mom died and we had to clean out her house, so I went home, dug through the boxes of her shit and found it, came back here and put it up. Was gonna see how long it took you to notice. Uh, surprise.” Hes all sheepish and blushy. Cutest shit ever, Eddie thinks, as he kisses the daylights out of him on the living room floor.

Eddie makes a mean matzo ball soup. “It’s a good thing my ma wrote down one recipe for once. I’d be up shits creek without this to fallow”. Whenever their queer teen comrades™ or Steve’s kids™ are sick, they make soup and deliver it. They look so funny, like imagine mrs wheeler opening the door to this big ferocious grunge fella and nancys ex boyfriend, Eddie holding a Tupperware of soup saying “we made Mike soup. Sorry about his sinus infection.” Shit makes me giggle. Domestic lil bitches, party mom and dad.

Ms Henderson things it’s the sweetest thing when Dustin’s got a cold and they show up.

(This also means that Steve became the stand in alternate for any time someone can’t make a hellfire meeting.)

Joyce nearly court orders that they start coming to Shabbat dinner at the Byers’s. It’s a grand chaotic occasion. Hopper is barely getting the hang of things at this point, trying his best, 10/10, he’s not sure when his daughter ended up Jewish, but he came back from gulag and he was the house goy somehow. Max is always there, because well, max is always there, period. And becuase will and el and max are there the whole party wants to come, so what was once Joyce’s small Shabbat dinner with her two sons and herself is this big communal found family gathering now and she loves it so much.

But the boys! Steddie are so cute at Shabbat dinner. Serving eachother, Eddie grumbling that “you need to eat more vegetables, dumbass” forcing more into his plate, and Steve complaining that “every fucking time we eat a fucking meal together I have to force Protein down your throat! You’re still healing, asshole! You need it!”. And Joyce thinks it’s so cute how they fuss over eachother during dinner. Also bonus points to wills role models of a healthy, loving, competent gay relationship. He needs it. His stoned brother and his even more stoned boyfriend aren’t the best role models of domestic partnership. Mwah.

Steve alwyas makes his moms kugel. Joyce swears they don’t have to bring anything, sweetheart. “It’s the salt and pepper one”. Joyce can’t argue with that. It’s too good to deny.

Eddie once accidentally called joyce mom. He was helping her make something in the kitchen, and he just offhandedly addresses her as “mom” when he asks a question. He instantly goes bright red and apologizes, but, she just smiled. “Sweetie it’s fine. Everyone else calls me mom, you can, sweetie, it’s okay.” And the little punk is shy and blushy as he says okay, thanks. Joyce just adores Eddie.

Also bonus points for hopper having NO IDEA how HE, an adoptive single father, cop, from bum fuck Indiana ended up the surrogate father for like a dozen gay teens. He isn’t gonna judge them, god forbid let a soul put a finger on them but he’s like??? How did this happen??? And how did I become a pillar of the Hawkins Jewish community???

Friday nights also became family game night, with a desperate campaign which is extremely chaotic and idiotic. Eddie and will decided to DM together. Eddies entheasium and dramatics help will out of his shell a little bit- proves that there’s no reason to be shy about loving something, or having a cool campaign. And Joyce adores Eddie for that. They had to teach hopper and Joyce how to play, and they’re still getting the hang of it but it’s funny when they have to help them. Hopper asks a lot of weird questions. “Can I fight the door?” “No but you can roll to see if you can open it” “okay can I shoot the door?” “What are you, Nancy? Just roll to try to open the damn door, hopper”

Steve was such a little prep in highschool, he’s embarrassed by it now. And I’m heavily convinced he must have been on swim team, 100%. Idk it’s just his build. His personality. Eddie found an old team photo and ripped on him endlessly, teasing him mercilessly. One night Eddie gets one of Steve’s shirts and a pair of boxers to sleep in, like he always does, and he spots an old Hawkins swim team tee shirt. So he of corse takes it to be a little shit about it. He turns around to rejoin Steve in bed and Steve’s just slackjawed, realizing this is having way too much of an effect on him. Next day he steals a hellfire shirt to get back at Eddie, and ends up… ends up in a compromising position because of it. He’s gotta do that more, he realizes

Eddie comes around to Family video to see steve when he’s working. He props himself up on his elbows on the counter to loiter around, laying moves on steve, annoying steve, and only going home once he’s gotten a kiss. Robin is dramatic about how much she can’t stand them and how disgusting they are but she’s gotten used to Eddies weird antics and she liked having another weirdo around, and seeing Steve happy, truth be told.

Speaking of kisses, such a diverse array of kinds of kisses they share, but best of all, they mostly share soft, slow, sweet little PG kisses, smiley, cute little loving things. Murmuring teasing words against the others lips, gentle hands cupping faces to respect the hair.

So many smoking head cannons too

Steve obviously smokes (pot, if I need to specify) as well, but he always got that “rich kid crap” in highschool, according to eddie. Once these two are comfy and cozy together eddie just shares his shit with Steve. And he’s got some pretty damn good shit for himself. And Steve can’t get over the difference like holy fuck this shits kicking my ass Eddie god damn.

Eddie is a giggly high. He gets giggly at every little thing and it’s the best thing ever for Steve to Whitney’s. It’s so damn cute. Eddie has been through some wild shit, his childhood wasn’t great, but so see him so relaxed, fucking giggly, it’s the best to Steve.

Steve is a chatty high and an affectionate high. All over eddie, head in his lap talking about how they’re gonna have 6 kids and travel the country every summer in a camper and Eddie sits there nodding like an idiot but thinking ‘wtf is this stoned idiot talking about?’

This high confession is why eddie makes Steve drive the camper, 200%. He expected that Steve had experience with the matter considering this detailed life fantasy he had. Only to later find out he did not.

When Johnathan and argyle come into town and bring their California shit with them? Oh, Cali weed is no joke. They 4 of them get high and it really gets Eddie and Steve fucked up. Eddie has enough of a sense to get nervous when Steve starts to get touch freely, practically in his lap after a couple good hits, but he realizes he doesn’t have to worry when argyle literally pulls Johnathan in for a kiss. He lets Steve be as squishy as he wants for that smoke sesh after that.

I think that these two horny bastards would shotgun from time to time and I wanna talk abt that. The sloppy nasty make-out in the name of sharing smoke. Yeah, okay fellas keep telling yourself that. All Eddie knows is that a shotgun make out means he gets to taste his two favorite things: the inside of Steve Harrington mouth and good bud.

But also imagine how the Harrington house just reeks of pot, and when Steve realizes ‘oh shit my parents are coming home for a weekend’ him and Eddie spend the entire week before that trying to air the house out desperately, all the windows open, candles lit, etc.

Not exactly smoking HC, but not exactly not, Eddie takes Steve around with him to party’s when he deals. Steve gets him in most of the doors, TBH. he was king Steve in high school after all. And Steve just kinda sits there, glued to Eddie’s side while eddie does his shit. Like a lap dog.

Eddies like “you know all these kids and they like you, they hate me, you could drum me up some business you know” but Steve’s like they were all dicks to you in higschool why would I want to be nice to them???

They usually hang out and smoke with Chrissy once a week or so. Light a bonfire in Steve’s backyard. Steve’s gotten some weird shit from Jason carver that he thinks he’s fucking his girlfriend, but the reality is that he’s third wheeling to his very gay boyfriend and his cheerleader besties gossip sesh. Yeah, Chrissy is the worst gossip when she’s high. She also gets munchies like a mother fucker which the boys are SO HAPPY about, knowing abt her ana/mia. It’s not always just the three of them, Robin comes sometimes, sometimes even Nancy surprised everyone with her presence (just to take one hit and spend the rest of the night waxing poetry about her girlfriend). Robin is absolutely the conspiracy theory stoner of the group, and Chrissy surprisingly gets right into it with her. I wanna see these morons ordering so much fucking surfer boy, in weird ass flavor combinations, okay? To the point where they get a call to Steve’s address and realize shit it’s those stoner kids again, they’re gonna get some weird shit. Oh, and of corse once they Byers move back to Hawkins Johnathan joins them, just to whine about missing his boyfriend and get sentimental about how much he loves everyone. When argyle visits he’s the perfect gossip partner for Chrissy because he doesn’t know any of it and she gets to fill him in from the top.

Steve and Eddie to this disgustingly obnoxious thing where the call eachother ‘Steven’ and ‘Edward’ for dramatic effect. It annoys the fuck out of everyone. It’s pretty cute though. Eddie tearing into whoever’s house their hanging out of yelling ‘Steven! Steven how DARE you’ all to find out the dramatics are because he didn’t turn the drier on.

Steve is a moley Bastard. Freckles, moles, birth marks, he’s a fucking giraffe as far as Eddie’s concerned, and Eddie loves kissing all of them, makes a thing out of it, and Steve pretends he’s annoyed and tired of it but he adores it sm. He loves being loved on. Eddie just loves all his unique little bits.

Eddie has pleanty of scars from the demo bats. It’s impossible to ignore. But Steve loves them, reminds him how brave and amazing his man is. So he loves kissing on all his scars and marks, reminding him how beautiful they are

Steve learning how to paint nails just because he hates watching Eddie struggle with his non dominant hand. He just rolls his eyes, goes “gimme the damn bottle”, and does it without letting Eddie protest a second.

Eddie is ADHD as hell. And Steve let’s him use him as a human stim. Wanna play with my hair? Futz with my hands? Mess with my belt loop? Unbutton and re button my shirt sleeves? Sure Angel boy whatever you want.

[thequeenopower]

Halloween Bash ; Sapnap

In the real world, Halloween is when kids dress up in costumes and beg for candy. In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it. So like any woman, I decided to dress up more slutty than usual. Which was very odd for me since I didn't wear things like this nor did I need to since I was a faceless-streamer.

I've always liked the Donnie Darko movie so I decided to dress up as Donnie and also put on Frank's bunny mask. But this outfit had a little twist, I mean it needed it since it would be the first time I would be going out in public.

The outfit consisted of a low black V-neck top that had a skeleton torso imprinted on it. I then had a skirt with the hips of the skeleton and wore knee-highs with the skeleton legs. And to pull it all together, a grey zip-up and the Frank mask.

Since I was faceless, I planned on keeping the mask on the entire night and I didn't feel as outcast as Swagger and Issac both had masks on ass well, Swagger being a knight with his crusader helmet and Issac being ghost face which to me was oddly attractive.

The evening was going smoothly, other YouTubers, streamers, and TikTokers were arriving at the party and having fun. I stayed outside smoking and drinking with the Misfits until I was informed of a certain group's arrival.

"THE DREAMSMP IS IN THE HOUSE!" Someone said on the microphone which got everyone's attention, even ours, and we were outside.

"Com'n let's go terrorize them," Issac grabbed hold of my hand and took us inside, a little towards the entryway but out of people's way.

Issac took out his phone and had us take a selfie with the group behind us and posted it to Instagram.

"We should drug them." I slapped his shoulder lightly and laughed.

"Hey, Mr. Ghostface," Addison Ray said to Issac.

I didn't know if Issac had even talked to this lady before, but I knew I hadn't so I left him which earned me a text from him asking where I went. I didn't respond as I wanted to get some water from the fridge, but I was also not able to do that since the kitchen was crowded.

I tried to find the Misfits but I didn't see them anywhere so I snuck out through the garage and found my way to the driveway.

"Hey, you okay?" I hear a voice from beside me as I sit on the little cement wall.

It's Punz.

"I will be." I take out a cigarette and move my mask above my lips just a little to be able to take a drag of it.

"You know, smoking kills." He smirked.

"So do serial killers." That got him to shut up for a little while.

"Luke?! Luke, there you are!" Nick walked up to us, Karl and Alex not too far behind.

"What're you doing out here?"

"Trying to get this cute girl to talk to me." He smirked in my direction which got all eyes on me, Alex laughed as soon as he recognized me.

"You mean, this girl?" Luke nodded as Alex came up to me and gave me an awkward hug, trying not to get burnt by my still-lit cig.

"You know her?" Alex laughed his head off as they started to question him.

"You guess know her too." And with that, he left and the boys followed after, pestering him with questions.

~~

It must have been past 12 in the morning when some people started to make their way out of the party, though the misfits were not giving up which meant I couldn't give up.

They were dancing, drinking, smoking, and whatever else you could do at a party they were also doing. Sometimes they'd try to get me to dance which would earn some glares but in the end, I'd bust out my super awesome dances (aka the robot and chicken dance). They'd then laugh and tell me to stop, which I do, and take my spot on the couch and wait for it all to repeat again.

Sooner or later, the DreamSMP decided to join us. The big group all took up both floor and couch seats, some having to just stand because there was nowhere else to go. By this time, I was very drunk and high so I was just trying to relax to not cause any more damage.

That was till Swagger got me up to dance.

He pulled me up by my arm and we danced crazily to the music that was now playing outside for us. We didn't even know what we were doing half the time but we were just having too much fun to care. At one point, Swagger was swapped for Punz, Punz was then swapped for Karl, Karl was swapped for Boomer, Boomer was swapped for Issac, Issac was swapped for Dream, Dream was swapped for Fitz, and Fitz was swapped for Sapnap, also known as Nick.

We didn't dance as fluidly but we still had fun with it. At one point I was dancing with at least two people, Nick was behind me and the other person was in front most likely trying to twerk on me. It could've been Swagger or Issac but then again, I'm not so sure there was even someone there.

In the morning I woke up on the living room couch in whoever's house this is. My mask was still on and my head was pounding and my throat was dry. I kind of just laid there until there was movement from underneath me that froze me with fear.

Who the hell was underneath me?

I slowly use my arms to get myself up high enough to see the person, but even then the mask was in the way. So I took the mask off and saw the culprit, Nick.

Nick was fast asleep, slightly snoring and mouth agape. His Fortnite bear onesie was unzipped down to his hips leaving him with a white t-shirt on his chest.

Why did he look peaceful and cute? Why did I have to fall for a guy like him? I should probably get up, and make sure no one knew of this encounter he and I had.

I slowly get up but am stopped by his hands moving and grabbing onto my hips, all while he was still sleeping. I kept trying and trying but every time I moved he would move his arms and hands to keep me down, I was like a stuffed animal to him. At one point I hit him in the face with my elbow which got him up.

"Oh, uh, hi." I didn't know what to say as he looked at me bewildered, right, he's never seen my face.

"Why'd you hit me? I was sleeping,"

"I need to get up." I countered, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Just go back to sleep." And just like that, he was out like a light.

Oh, if there is a God, please save me from this nightmare and/or dream.

Im in the middle of trying to write a choose-your-own-adventure story for the dream team but IDK when it'll be out because I get bored of this shit every day and school work is nuts so yeah also happy Halloween and stay safe !

[lover-girl-estxx]

Nate x reader, having a small argument about their son, he got suspended

It's Not Nothing

(B38 Abel- 15 Natalie- 12)

I hear the front door open while I was doing dishes, I looked at the clock 12:48. I looked around the corner to see Nate and both our kids "it's one what are you guys doing home?" I asked crossing my arms "he got suspended, got in a fight" Nate said and widely smiled "and you" I looked at Natalie "dad just picked me up early" "okay go do the homework you do have..you two sit down" Nat laughed going up the stairs.

"what happened?" I asked "he was talking shit so we got in a fight" Abel said "that gave me nothing Abe" "he was talking shit about me and Dad, so I punch him in the face we punched back and fourth-" "okay that not th-" "then I choked him till he passed out" "what?" "he did good!" Nate smiled "no go to your room" I told Abel.

"What? somebody was talking shit he roughed him up" Nate said "Nathan it's one thing to get in a fight but to choke someone till the kid passes out is to much" "no its not" "Nate if he held it a little to long he could've killed the kid" "he knows better" "oh my god he couldn't do shit like that and you need to tell him that" "no" I sighed "he is trying to in press you" "I did it in high school" "to? ...in press Nick" he sighed "go talk to him".

I went into Natalie's room laying on her bed "gosh your brother" she giggled "how bad were dad and uncle Nick?" "oh my god they got in fights almost everyday," I laughed "but it was fun, our parents yelling at us i'm doing the same thing" I sighed.

"he thinks your mad at him" Nate said "i'll talk to him.." I went up the stairs to his room knocking on the door "yeah" I opened the door "hey" "hey" "i'm not upset at you Abe I just think you went little overboard is all" I shrugged "but the guy was talking shit" "I know and all i'm saying is don't choke people" "okay fine" "thank you" I kissed his head.

I sat on the kitchen counter while Nate cooked, "hes just like you" I said he turned "that a bad thing" I shook my head "not at all" I smiled as he came over to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck his my waist "I love you" he said "I love you too" I smiled as he kissed me he pulled me closer to him "someone choke me out so I don't have to see that" Abel said "shut up" Nate said kissing me again.

a/n: i've updated my master list 15 times and it's not working !!!!

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Would it be selfish of me to request a whole “Secrets are meant to be Spilled” series? Thank You for all that you do,you are my favorite writer here on Tumblr :)

Secrets Are Meant To Be Spilled(ch 3/?)

Summary: You have to deal with the repercussions of your actions

Warnings: Yandere!Matt, disposing of a body, disassociation, verbal abuse, phycological abuse, sensory deprivation

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You couldn’t move. Hell, you could barely process what had just happened. Your head was still resting on Brandon’s chest, and you were practically begging to hear his heart beat, but it wasn’t going to come.

The light in the room started to go down, but you didn’t notice. Instead, you rubbed Brandon’s arm lightly. It was like your brain wasn’t working, and when the door opened again you didn’t react.

“Look at what you made me do!” Matt practically screamed at you. He was pacing in front of you and yet you wouldn’t respond, just staring off into space.

“Look at me!” He yelled down at You, and when he didn’t get a respond he knelt down and grabbed your shoulders to yank you up slightly. “You made me kill one of my best friends!” He yelled at your face. When you still wouldn’t respond he basically threw you to the ground, and your arms wrapped around your middle to protect your stomach.

“Now I have to fucking deal with this.” Him swearing did. get a small reaction. You’d only heard Matt swear a handful of time in your life, so you knew just how pissed he really was.

You continued to lay there when he went got up and walked towards the kitchen. A few minutes later he came over with a large garbage bag.

“Get over here,” he grunted, and you finally listened. You pushed your self to your knees and practically crawled to him. “We need to get him in here, then I can bury him. It’s the least I could do since I had to do this.”

His words hurt, making it feel like you were at fault for this. You felt like you had healed the knife yourself instead of Matt. You took hold of Brandon’s upper body while Matt worked the bag up his legs slowly. Once again, you were praying that he would open his eyes. That he and Matt were just fucking with you as they both laughed at you. But as the bag went over his head you knew it wouldn’t happen.

Matt tied the bag shut before standing up. “Stay here.”

“Wait!” You grabbed his arm, causing him to stop and look down at you. “Please let me come! I- i want to say goodbye!” Matt stared at you for a moment before crouching down to take your chin in his hand.

“After the shit you pulled today, your lucky i didn’t chain you go to the fucking wall.” And with that he walked away.

———

“Nice costume!” You turned to see Brandon, a smile coming over your face. For some reason, you had decided to go to your first high school Halloween party dressed as Harley Quinn. A stupid decision.

“I’m surprised your here. Don’t you normally spend Friday night with Nick and Matt?” Your arms were tightly wrapped around yourself, hiding yourself from the other students around you.

“Nicks mopping because you aren’t there, and Matt’s mopping that Nick wants you there,” he explained to you, making you role your eyes.

“I expected him to be jumping of the walls.” Brandon just laughed, he never pushed you to get along with Matt. He just excepted that you didn’t get along.

“You want to leave? You look uncomfortable.” You nodded, happy to walk home with a guy that wouldn’t try anything.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the house. The sun was fully down, so the only light around you both was from houses and the few street lights.

The walk to your neighborhood wasn’t long, but you enjoyed it anyways. Talking about different things together. Nick may have been your best friend, but Brandon had a special place in your heart.

———

“Get up!” A voice pulled you from your mind. Along with the hand yanking you up by your hair.

“What-“ you questioned as he dragged you to the door of the bed room.

“Your going to sit in here, by yourself, until I know you’ve learned your damn lesson.” And with that he locked the door.

“Let me out!” You banged on the door, but you knew he wouldn’t let you out. Matt lied about plenty of things, but he always saw a punishment through to the end. “You’re fucking insane!”

For what felt like the millionth time that night, you began crying again. This time, they were from frustration and anger. How dare he blame you for this? You weren’t the murderer, he was. “You killed him! Not me!” You kicked the door before backing away from it.

You sank onto the bed, watching the door as though Matt would burst through and yell at you more. And you wouldn’t put it past him to do so.

“Fuck me…” you mumbled to yourself.

————

It took four days for Matt to talk to you at all. The only reason you knew it had been four days was because was because he would come into the room twice a day to give you meds and a small amount of food. But he never said anything to you. In fact, all you did was sit in the room with nothing but your throat.

You knew what he was doing, he was attempting to make you desperate to have him near you. And you knew it was working.

You were laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You hadn’t moved since the last time Matt had come into the room. You heard the door open, but you still didn’t move. The bed dipped lightly when Matt laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest.

“I’m sorry baby,” he mumbled against your head, kissing it over and over again. His hand was rubbing your baby bump in circles as he tried to comfort you. “But you made me do it.”

“‘M sorry,” you whispered. It was what he wanted to hear, and you were to exhausted to argue more.

“I know you are.” He continued to lay there with you for a while, just holding you. You were scared to move, afraid that he would flip out on you again. “Come on, I made you dinner,” he helped you up, and led you out of the room. This was the closest thing to a real apology as you would get.

———

“I just…can’t believe this,” Nick sighed, staring at the note on the table. Matt stood next to him, motioning to the table.

“I don’t know, i just found it. He left it in the kitchen,” Matt explained. The note in question stated that Brandon had decided to leave his wife, and that he didn’t want anyone to try and contact him. “Along with his phone.” Matt held up the cellphone.

“Have you shown her?” Nick questioned, meaning Brandon’s wife.

“Ya, just got back from there. She basically kicked me out,” Matt lied. In reality, she had begged him to stay, to help her, to try and find Brandon, but he simply left.

“Understandable. I’d be pissed to, I AM pissed,” Nick vented. “Excuse my language, but why the fuck would he do this?”

“I don’t know Nick! He didn’t tell me!” Matt snapped back before composing himself. He couldn’t get to defensive. “Sorry, I’m just-“

“I know,” Nick cut him off. “I just… don’t get it.” Nick was frustrated. I’m the last 6 months, two friends had left demanding no contact. He hadn’t even been able to say goodbye, hearing the news through… through Matt.

“Listen, could I get some space? I just… Need time,” he explained to his brother.

“Sure,” Maat sounded surprised but seemed to accept it. He reached to grab the note, but Nick scooped it up first.

“Thanks for showing me,” Nick held up the note, and walked past his brother. Nick didn’t look back, hoping Matt would get the message and leave

He closed the door to his room, and after standing for a moment grabbed his phone to open up the message from you sent 6 months ago. He reread it a few times before going back to Brandon’s and rereading it. He went back and forth for a few minutes until his wife walked into the room.

“Nick? Matt said you were upset, and I wanted to check-“

“Read both of these for me,” he practically shoved the phone and note to her. She gave him a confused look but did it anyways.

“Hu, the wording is-“

“Almost exactly the same,” Nick confirmed with her. “Like they were written by the same person.” 

[these-written-reveries]

About Me!

*I figured I would make a little post to tell y’all a bit about myself. If you’re interested, keep reading!

» Hi, I’m Kalista! I also go by Kal, or whatever other sweet name you wanna call me 🥰

» I’m 24

» My pronouns are she/her

» I identify as demisexual and lesbian/queer 🌈

I know it may be silly/confusing to hear this, considering I write/post/fawn over fictional men 🤭 I do find myself attracted to male fictional characters because they’re…well, fictional. If they were real, that would likely be a very different story lol. Take a look at “compulsory heterosexuality/comphet” if you’re interested to know more about that -or ask me, I don’t mind!

» I have autism and adhd (audhd). This discovery about myself has opened many doors to self-acceptance that were previously locked by shame and confusion. I’m very proud of my neurodivergence!

» I am also physically disabled. I have a nice lil’ handful of chronic conditions lol. I like to laugh about it because it’s the best way to cope through the misery.

» I’m a “maladaptive daydreamer”. Have been since I was a child. Reading/writing was always a primary outlet for me to cope with and escape my reality and delve into dream worlds. Fanfiction was a huge part of that, so I’m very grateful for it.

» Music is a big inspiration for me when it comes to…just about everything. But especially my writing. I also have a very eclectic taste in music. I like at least a little bit of almost everything.

Favorite artists/bands: Lake Street Dive, Chappell Roan, Taylor Swift, Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks, Shania Twain, Anna Calvi, Ashnikko, Superknova, Sammy Rae & The Friends, Ella Fitzgerald, Qveen Herby, Laufey, Hozier, BTS, Sabrina Carpenter, Nine Inch Nails (I’m trying not to list a lot, it’s very hard 🙈)

» Some of my fav shows: Supernatural, New Girl, My Hero Academia, Stranger Things, Pose, Grace and Frankie, Ouran High School Host Club, Sherlock, Haunting of Bly Manor, Orange is the New Black, Why Women Kill

» Some of my fav movies: Howl's Moving Castle, Joker, Batman: The Dark Knight, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Pirates of the Caribbean (1-3), Ratatouille, Legally Blonde (2001), Beauty and the Beast (1991), Peter Pan (2003), Princess Diaries (1 & 2)

» Brevity is not my expertise. Can you tell?

» I love rats! Had 8 of them as pets, but decided to stop caring for more due to my disabilities and busyness of life that made it hard to keep going with it. I do not intend on having kids, so I hope in the future I can get back to being a rattie mom again. I also want cats…yeah, idk how I’m gonna make that work 🤭

» I live in America…It’s not fun here, guys…😭

» I'm working on writing a novel that will likely become a series! Not sure whether I'll decide to go with a publisher or self-published yet. I am still in the early-ish stages of worldbuilding and whatnot, so I have plenty of time to figure that out! This is my dream and I’m working hard to make it happen!

» One of the reasons I am committing myself to getting back to writing and posting fics again is because I want to keep my writing skills sharp while I work on my novel. I want to learn and grow and challenge myself more to become a better and more confident writer. The other reason is because I have held myself back for so long from doing this out of fear of not being good enough. I’m quite frankly tired of holding myself back from the things I want and I’m working on healing these parts of myself. This is part of that process! So, for those who have read my fics, thank you for supporting me through this journey!

» I’m always open to making new friends, so please don’t hesitate to reach out to me -I promise I don’t bite!

I can’t really think of much else right now. Thanks for reading if you’ve made it all the way through! If you have any questions about me or wanna talk about something I wrote here, you can certainly send me an ask/message -just please be respectful, of course!

Hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! 💖

[sorrynotsorrydreamwastaken]

Huh guess you don't hate me after all

"I hate you so much" I scoff glaring at George as my situationship nick holds me back from snapping his neck.

"Oh yeah really" he says grinning while raising an eyebrow.

"Please Cleo, calm down hmm?" Nick says while rubbing the side of my waists attempting to calm me down.

"I hate him so fucking much" I say giving up on this annoying friend of my almost boyfriend's.

"George cant you just leave" Sapnap says trying to persuade George and please me.

"What! No way this is my house" george says flabbergasted that his friend had even suggested it.

"Not like the house just this room" sapnap practically begs.

"Fine go hold back princess" George says walking off with a smirk tauntingly as I roll my eyes whispering curse words at him.

"Why are you friends with him, you know i can't stand him" I say pushing nick off of me.

"Cleo I've been friends with him for years, i cant just... you know... end the friendship" Sapnap says trying to find the right words to help calm me.

"He called me a gold digging whore, and a preppy rich girl who has a rich daddy" I say quoting what George had said to me.

"But you are,baby" sapnap says as I stare at him shocked.

"NICK?!?!?" I yell confused. "Are you seriously siding with him?!?! do I not mean anything to you anymore" I say crossing my arms angrily.

"Wait what baby no! I just, your dad is rich thats all i meant i swear!" He says analysing my face to see if I was really upset by the comment.

"Hes just so mean to me nick" I say fake pouting and resting one of my hand on his chest looking up at him.

"I know baby I'll talk to him about" he says pulling me into a hug rubbing my ass soothingly.

"Lets get some sleep baby, thank you for being so mature" he says carrying me to his room.

I was tossing and turning in nicks bed. Since I was almost always visiting him. He gave me my own room but I always sleep in his room.

I silently slide out of the bed not wanting to wake up sapnap. In my buttoned up t-shirt and a size too small booty shorts. and make my way downstairs to make some ramen and drink some water.

As quietly as possible I try to get all the ingredients out.

I start to stir the almost done ramen and go on my tip toes to reach the high up cupboard.

I feel something press up against me. I gasp trying to turn around but the person wouldnt let me.

"Nick?" I silently question. Hearing the unknown person become known. He hummed.

He started to grind up against me and tightly hold my waist. I return the grind and start releasing pornographic moans to help turn him on faster. Which worked seeing as how tight he was gripping my hips.

I turn around realising there was now space to and I was ready to wrap my hands around his neck when I realise this wasnt nick.

It was George.

Oh I'm going to kill him.

"GEORGE YOU PERVERT" I silently yell not wanting to wake up the real nick from his slumber. Plus clay who luckily is a deep sleeper. I push him away from me I cant help but blush from embarrassment of all the devilish things we had just done.

"Hey you were the one grinding on me" he says in his strong British accent smugly.

"Cause I thought you were nick, and dont try and blame this on me! You grabbed my waist THEN LIED and said you were nick" I said crossing my arms annoyed.

"Does it matter didnt seem like you minded" he says shrugging his shoulder.

"Obviously I would mind! You're the last person I would ever to this with" I say poking his chest.

"Hmm really" he say with that annoyingly cute grin. He takes a step forward and looks down on me slightly.

"Yes really" I say not backing down to his stupidly charming charms.

He slowly leans in to kiss me as I harshly push him away.

"No! You dont get the right to kiss me. You called me a gold digging whore, and a preppy rich girl who has a rich daddy and now you want to kiss me" I say angrily not believing this guy one bit.

"Cmon people change princess youd be a great one time fuck" he says cunningly running his hands over my ass. As I pathetically let him.

"No you cant just be a dick and then want to have sex with me" I say making no effort to stop him from lifitng me up and placing me on the kitchen counter.

"Okay fine princess I'm sorry" he says fondling with my thighs while kissing my neck.

"What about nick" I say embarrassingly letting him have his fun with me.

"What he doesn't know wont hurt him" he says while pulling away from my neck and analysing my face.

"Listen princess I know you hate me and you have this great thing going on with nick but I'm horny and you're here. Let's just fuck and still hate each other" he says grinning as if he had just discovered a cure for cancer.

"Youre a fucking idiot" I say lazily placing my arms around his neck pulling him insanely closer.

He grins yet again, not before whispering "we dont have to do this if you dont want to" which makes me scoff.

"Shut up" I said while pulling him in for a kiss. He smirks then kisses me back. He tries to take dominance during the kiss but I gently squeeze his bulge causing him to mutter a "fuck" and to grip my waists.

"Youre so fucking hot" he says pulling away and starting to attack my neck.

"No love marks" I gently whine having the thought of nick in the back of my head. And feeling slightly guilty.

He nods but continues to kiss and bite my neck.

"George" I lightly moan pushing him away as he whines.

"Youre no fun" he claims then pulls me back in for another makeout.

No fun huh? I think as I grab his dick and start working my hand through his basketball shorts but no boxers.

"No underwear huh?" I say pulling away for a brief moment as he pulls away from the kiss and rests his head on my shoulder and starts groaning.

"Fuck Cleo,youre so fucking good with your hands"

"Here I thought youd be more dominate but here you are a groaning mess just from my hand. Pathetic" I whisper harshly in his ear.

"Nick was way better then you,he has a bigger cock and he actually knows how to use it" I say embarrassing him.

"Oh does he now?: George asks rhetorically and immediately unbuttons my pj shirt and started massaging one boob and sucking on the other.

I couldn't help the whiny moan escaping my throat from how good his mouth felt.

"Fuck George" I say dragging out his name and gripping his hair hard.

"oh how the turned tables have turned" he says smirking as I throw my head back in pleasure.

He switches giving both of them the attention they deserved.

I pushed him off me and start attempting to pull off his shirt slowly being embarrassed at being the only one partially naked.

"Off" I said pathetically finally pulling off his shirt. "Impatient arent we?" He says smirking.

"Shut up" I said as I hoped off the counter and got on my knees finding a comfortable position then pulling down his basketball shorts revealing his slightly above averaged cock which lacked thickness.

I start by using both hands up and down his cock then use my mouth as I give him kitten licks just to tease him.

"Don't fucking tease" he says pulling on my hair all the way down on his cock as I deepthroat him gagging slightly.

"God, no wonder Nick is so obsessed with you" he says as he continues wrecking my mouth with his cock.

He groans and let's go of my hair as I then focus back on the tip wanting him to cum.

"Fuck dont want to cum so soon" thighs shaking he says while attempting to take me off his cock.

I shake my head and continue deepthroating.

"Princess i-im going to" he chokes up as his hips start stuttering in my mouth as he finally unleashes his load in my mouth.

I make sure he's looking at me as I swallow all of him moaning while doing so.

"Such a fucking whore" he says while kissing me making him taste himself.

"God wanna focus on your pussy" he says as he gets ready to eat me out.

I stop him begging to just fuck me and claiming that I couldn't wait.

"Huh oh yeah? Beg me" he says confidently. It shocks me.

"W-W-What? George c'mon just-" he interrupts me. I blush feeling embarrassed to beg him to fuck me

"Princess if you want me to fuck you dumb on my cock. Beg me" he says as he starts pulling down my short shorts.

" George, please I need you please" I say not making eye contact. He slaps my thighs making me jump.

"What? How fucking spoiled are you? Hmm did mommy and daddy never teach you how to beg?" He taunts me.

"Beg me properly if you want me to fuck you" he says teasingly as he places his wrapped in plastic cock on the entrance of my pussy slowly going in then as soon as I felt pleasure pull out.

My legs started shaking feeling very stimulated as I begged while stuttering. "George baby please... please fuck me. Want to be fucked dumb on your big cock hmm please want you to cum inside my tight pussy please want to show you how good I am, how tigh my pussy is. Oh my god please George fuck me" I say pathetically as he continues teasing me.

Huh guess you dont hate me after all

The British says smirking as I burry my face into his shoulder embarrassed.

"George, just please" I say pathetically looking up at him absolutely wrecked already.

"What princess wants, princess gets" he replies as he pushes into me fully as I let out a loud pornographic whine in pleasure.

"Wait please" I say needing a minute since he felt so big inside.

"Mhmm" George says gripping my thigh and waist to prevent himself from moving.

"Youre so big i-i- I can't" I say pathetically looking up at him while pouting.

"Hmm the biggest youve had princess?" He says as I slowly start grinding on his cock for stimulation.

"Mhmm!" I whine as I grinded and found my clit.

"Fuck please move, right there george" I say as he starts to move.

"Faster!" I demand the feeling being to good and just wanting to cum.

He obliges and starts fucking me at an inhuman pace.

"Cumming" I screech tears falling down my face from the intense pleasure. not caring anymore if I wake up Clay and Nick.

George pulls out with a grin on his face.

"Fuck! Why?! You told me to beg and I fucking listened why did you stop" I say looking up at him knowing I looked an ugly mess.

'Aww is princess crying did I break you? Hmm did it feel that good" he says taunting me and ignoring my question.

"Mhmm" not making eye contact in pure embarrassment.

"Words Cleo" he demands as I sob pathetically.

"Yes daddy" I say testing the water to see how he reacts.

He visibly looks shocked and starts to blush.

"Get off the counter and bend over" he demands. I wanted to tease him more but decided if I wanted to walk tomorrow I should leave it alone.

I leaned over the kitchen counter naked, feeling his cock teasingly take my clit from the back.

"this your first time taking it from behind" he questions as I shake my head no rapidly.

"Hmm" he says hands gripping my waist as he starts fucking me at an ungodly pace again.

"Oh my fucking- daddy!" I moan pathetically reaching and grabbing nothing.

He groans and his hips start stuttering, a sign that he is about to cum.

"Cleo, fuck im gonna" he said as I was on the verge of cumming. We came together. I pitifully laid there embarrassed that i had just had sex with George.

Out of all people.

He got some napkins and silently cleaned the both of us up.

"Your ramen is cold" he said breaking the long silence. "Are u still hungry" he asked. Raising an eyebrow.

"A little" I respond while buttoning up my pj shirt.

He grabbed the cold ramen and warmed it in the mivrowave for a short time, took it out, got a fork then started feeding me.

"I can do it mysel-" I start off "shut up" he replied shoving the thick noodles in my mouth.

"George" I start silently as he looked up at me, letting me know he was paying attention.

"Why, why were you so mean to me" I ask hoping he would actually answer the question and to take me serious.

"I'm not mean to you" he says as he takes the second last bite of the ramen and shoves the last bit in my mouth.

"Thats hot" he says as I raise my eyebrow . He rolls his eyes. "Not you, the ramen" he says causing me to giggle.

"We should get some sleep now huh" he says as I can't help but get upset at the fact that he didn't answer the question.

I nodded and walk up the stairs before getting pulled back by the wrists.

"What" I say as George pulls me in for one last kiss.

"Sleep well hmm" he says as he walks into the room right next to nicks and closes the door.

"God I hate him" I lie as I enter nicks room and fall into a deep slumber.

George was right. What sapnap doesn't know. Wont hurt him.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Forty Two

(Dang we are just chewing through these)

Masterlist

Teshteal: *quickly pulls himself back behind the dumpster before realizing how stupid it is to hide again if she already knows he’s there. He carefully sticks his tail out just to see if she’ll shoot… cause that’s a great idea (it is not)*

Lucille: What is he doing?

Nick: Being the dumbest cop on the force, that’s what.

Jasmine: (Just kinda blinks in confusion to what the hell he’s thinking. She’d yell out “ceasefire” which is her command word to stand down to show she isn’t hostile, but she can’t speak that loudly. Instead she looks at Nick while taking off her mask and pulling off her hood, wiping off whatever tears remained on her face)

Nick: *loudly* You can stand down, Teshteal. No one’s going to shoot you.

Teshteal: *peeks a little above the dumpster, horns, hat and eyes showing. He blinks, his cat like pupils narrowed into slits in fear. His tail stays stiff and still as he looks directly at Jas* You sure, Detective?

Nick: Very. Consider it a ceasefire.

Teshteal: *eyes immediately dilate hearing the command word. His tail goes lax and he walks out from behind the dumpster over to Nick in a very controlled but absentminded gait.*

Lucille: What the…

Teshteal: *stops just a few feet short of Nick. Face is blank, almost emotionless*

Nick: I must have said something related to their “programming”. Kind of like a recall code for synths. *quickly looks at Jas to see if she’s affected the same way*

Jasmine: (Freezes for a few seconds, but because it’s Nick who said it in a normal manner and not in a commanding tone she blinks it away. She looks at Teshteal, then at Nick and Lucille) “Try saying “dismissed”, It should relax him back to normal….”

Nick: Alright. *to Teshteal as if he’s addressing the precinct before the war* Dismissed.

Teshteal: *eyes blink and the pupils narrow a little. Forgetting where he is briefly, doing a salute to Nick since he’s higher rank* Yes sir, Detective- *sees Jas* Oh. Right. *pupils narrow a little. His tail flicks nervously. Sheepishly* Hello again! *raises his hand in a stiff wave*

Jasmine: (Tilts her head, a little sorrow on her face while she examine the man) “Hi…” (Gently, like she’s talking to a kid younger than her in order not to scare him) “Nick is your assigned commander? Is this because of prewar times or did you decide that on your own when you met him again?” (The programming words that they were both given only work if they are said by their assigned commanders or handlers. If they don’t have one/the commander dies they automatically click to whomever has the most authority. By code they must be under someone at all times, no exceptions)

Teshteal: Huh- oh. The command words. *tilts his head in thought, still shaking of the affect of commands* Yeah it’s because I used to be an officer while Nick was a Detective. And still is.

Nick: Well, I don’t like having that kind of control over people…

Lucille: Yeah. It’s a bit terrifying.

Teshteal: Well it’s a good thing I can simply choose not to listen-

Nick: I doubt you have much choice at all, actually. I saw how quickly you lost your freewill just saying ONE of them. *looks at Jasmine with newfound worry* And that makes me even more concerned about taking you to the vault. They could use you against us.

Teshteal: Both of us… probably. Maybe.

Jasmine: (Clicks her tongue. Nick was technically her commander so all of the command words would work, but in a different sense) “We are not even sure that they are still there, I killed the ones who were frozen in there, remember?” (Gently to Teshteal again) “Does the red whistle work on you too?” (The whistle was used whenever they went out of control. They used association to get them to fall on their knees in surrender, as when someone would blow into it, a high pitch screech would emit from it, filling the victim with horrible memories of punishments that they got if they didn’t obey. No matter who blew into it, the effects were still the same)

Teshteal: *immediately stiffens up at the sheer mention of it* Unfortunately, yes. When I broke out, I don’t know how exactly I managed to fight through it. All I could think of was getting out and taking whoever was trapped in there with me. *smiles again, this time at her* But I’m so happy to see you got out in the end and found Detective Valentine!

Nick: Speaking of… you keep referring to me as if I’m the old Nick- hate to break it to ya, but that Nick died 200 years ago.

Teshteal: Oh I know. I figured that. But you still have the same name and title and even the same well meaning attitude. *wags his tail happily*

Jasmine: (Just silently nods, staring off to the side and wondering if she should point out that he reacted wrongly to the command word Ceasefire. Maybe he’s not like her and won’t take it too hard, but Call Off would be the word to make him walk back to his commander. Ceasefire would only mean to stand down but hold your position. Her nose wrinkles a little bit in disgust. They were trained with whistles and words like a bunch of attack dogs)

Nick: One thing that’s confusing me is how commands like that are used in the military and the police force. Normally the word I used would call for the officer to remain in place unless commanded otherwise… why did you approach?

Lucille: Didn’t you say he was the worst officer on the force…?

Nick: I did, didn’t I…? *looks at Teshteal*

Teshteal: *mesmerized by his own tail. He’s going crosseyed at it*

Jasmine: (Shrugs her shoulders, happy to see that he at least seems to not be taking it to heart that he messed up, unlike she would herself if she happens to mess up. She does wonder if she should mention the other command words at some point or another, if she can recall them all… They aren’t attached to pleasant memories…)

Teshteal: *looks up, tongue now sticking out for some reason* Hm?

Lucille: Nick was wondering why you responded wrongly to the word he used on you.

Teshteal: Ah- I get Call Off and Ceasefire confused all the time… I used to intimately know which was which but I DID leave before they were through with me so I guess some programming never stuck. *shrugs almost nonchalantly before going stiff and kind of shrinking* That’s… that’s not a problem, is it…?

Nick: What? Why would it be? I’m not going to use it on you- you’re not some sort of dog.

Lucille: Though it does make me wonder if they spliced your genes with a dog’s considering your sense of smell.

Jasmine: (Suddenly perks up when a thought hits her, looking directly at Teshteal with slight fear in her eyes and her hands down at her sides) “That…. one command does not still work on you, does it?” (Doesn’t even want to say it out loud just in the small chance Teshteal sees her as a handler. It’s a very seldom used command, but it can cause great damage and destruction if used incorrectly)

Teshteal: Possibly. You’d have to say it to find out… what’s the word again? Lubricate? Litigate? *tapping his chin* Ah! WATERGATE! *tapping his tail against the sidewalk giddily*

Nick: …I doubt that’s the word.

Lucille: That… That was a political scandal during the 1950s. I don’t think they’d tie a command to that.

Jasmine: (Deadpanning darkly, pulling on her hood) “I am not saying that word, and do not say it either if you can recall it.” (Remembers the effect it has on her, and what kind of damage it could do if either of them get activated by it. It’s terrifying to think that they can’t even test to see if it still works, not without the looming threat that it might and things could get out of control…)

Lucille: I can’t remember but didn’t they have to liqui-

Teshteal: *ears perk up and he flicks his tail hard against the back of her helmet to stop her. Quite seriously* That was it. That’s the command. Please don’t ever say it. Not unless you want all of Diamond City to burn to the ground.

Nick: *mouths, not even saying it* Liquid… *stops short just to prevent a major incident. Aloud* Oh. I see why.

Lucille: Any other words we need to be wary of?

Teshteal: *shrugs*

Jasmine: (Sighs and looks at her feet, shuddering as she pulls her hood over her head tightly and hugs herself. If someone just randomly said it on the streets, she doubts there would be much of an effect other than a delay or maybe a twitch from the mere mention of it. But still, it’s a scary thought… Liquidate, get sent into a blind rage mode and kill everything within the chosen area, no matter if it’s hostile or not)

Nick: *pulls Jas back in for an embrace from the side* Don’t worry… unless I need to bring you back to reality, I won’t use them on you. Ever.

Teshteal: And me?

Nick: As much as I’ll probably need some way to stop you from making a mess of things in your own way, the same goes for you, too.

Jasmine: (Immediately clings onto him and buries her face in his coat, grateful that her Dad has no interest in making her a personal killer. He only wants to best for her, nothing less. And that he’s a good man who won’t be making anyone else a killer either)

Teshteal: *smiles… but there’s a hint of sadness behind it.* You found someone that cares for you. You managed to bond with him so strongly…

Lucille: You never found anyone like that?

Teshteal: *starts to chuckle then it becomes a rather manic laugh. It’s almost frightening* Raiders were the only ones who found me “amusing” but when I didn’t fit with their life style, they tried to lock me up! So I put them out of their misery! *grins almost wildly* I refuse to be imprisoned again! I’d rather die!

Nick: *gripping Jas’s shoulder a little tighter seeing that unhinged look on his face. His hand hovers over the gun*

Lucille: *hand grips her ripper*

Teshteal: *notices the response and and shrinks* I doubt I’m welcome with you three, then. I figured as much. *starts backing away, assuming he’s unwanted*

Jasmine: (Didn’t flinch when he started laughing. She’s not scared of him, she almost feels like there’s a connection of sorts because of where they both came from. A protective connection) (Quietly) “They found me too and tried to keep me for themselves, multiple times….” (Frowns while she turns around and studies him) “Where will you go now?”

Teshteal: I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, I guess. After all these years, why would it? *with a strained desperate smile* All I’ve ever been is tolerated all my life! A joke-!

Nick: Detective Chapel- didn’t he-

Teshteal: He’s dead! All that’s left of him is his car and an old box of paperwork!

Lucille: *winces and looks away* Please don’t say that…

Teshteal: And even if he were alive, we were only colleagues at best-! *crying despite his manic smile*

Jasmine: (Huffs and crosses her arms with that kitten fire she has) “Well, you were in the Vault with me, we both went through the same thing. You said you heard me pleas? You wanted to save me? Now I feel like Safeguarding you instead of killing you, we are like siblings because of the Vault. So what will you do now? It does not sit right to me that you are just wandering around on your own.”

Teshteal: *brief moment of relief when he hears the command* Safeguard… me? *takes a moment to think about it then his ears twitch with realization* I would love to come with but… *looks to Lucille and Nick* The woman in the blue power armor doesn’t seem to like me. And Detective Valentine… *looks at the scowling Synth* Just doesn’t seem to trust me. *scoffs at himself* Though that hasn’t changed really… *crouches and wraps his tail around himself* There’s no room for me really. *sniffs and whipes his eyes* No room for the jester at the dinner table… even after he’s rubbed shoulders with the king at the ball, dressed in gold and velvet and jumping through the rings…

Jasmine: (Looks to the ground for a moment, then down at Teshteal again, then at Nick with wide eyes. She’s relating to Teshteal way too much, and she knows exactly what the people in the Vault instilled into him. Just thinking about her own experience is making her heart twist and her knees grow weak) “Daddy, we cannot just leave him on his own…” (Gently tugs on his coat while she says this. Even if they could find somewhere for him to stay for awhile, that’ll be enough. Might be difficult considering his mental state, but it gotta be doable somehow)

Nick: I know, kitten, but he’s very openly unstable. Probably not safe to have around…

Lucille: *still put off by that laugh* Seriously, who laughs like a maniac while talking about being a raider and then killing them? And grins while claiming their police partner died in the apocalypse?

Teshteal: *nervously chuckles but it sounds like a sob* Unstable? I guess that’s right- *looks up at the sky in slight confusion* Why am I still here torturing myself with this fantasy?

Lucille: Why are you still here?

Teshteal: *catches what she means by that* Heh. You’re right. I should leave. *gets up and scampers away like some form of frightened creature*

Jasmine: (Watches him leave sadly, hoping to run into him again soon. If she doesn’t, then she will seek him out on her own. For now she turns to Nick) “What now?”

Nick: We continue to the glowing sea… *starts walking in that direction, keeping an eye out for enemies*

Lucille: Yeah… time to deal with Radscorpions and deathclaws… and feral ghouls… *shudders*

Jasmine: (Clicks on her tactical mask and adjusts her hood. As much as she wants to keep completely sharp, there is still the possibility of lingering feelings from only a few hours ago. And even though she’s not mad at him for it, the aching bruise isn’t a welcoming feeling or reminder. She shyly reaches out for Nicks hand, hesitating before reaching it)

Nick: *head perks up at the touch and he looks down, smiling at her. He holds her hand and squeezes it* It’s okay, doll…

Lucille: *keeping her own senses about her as she’s taken point*

Jasmine: (Hums a sweet happy note, squeezing his hand back as she gazes back to the road ahead)

Lucille: *comes across where her and Teshteal just were*

Nick: What the hell happened here?

Lucille: Teshteal… now you see why I gripped my ripper so tightly as he laughed like a raving lunatic- *notices a drawing, obviously painted in blood of a cartoonish devil in a fedora smiling with a toothy grin* Wait. This is dry. Did he paint this while he was fighting?

Nick: Great… serial killer artist. Just like Pickman.

Jasmine: (Just slowly looks around at each mutilated dead body with a blank expression, noting the patterns that indicate on how the Raiders were killed. Seems as if her and Teshteal were both taught to kill in a similar fashion, maybe because they are both smaller than most, if not all, opponents)

Nick: *regretfully* I should cover your eyes… you don’t need to be seeing this mess…

Jasmine: (Without turning up to him) “I am not a child, you do not have to shield me from this.” (Continues to examine the gory mess, still holding Nicks hand)

Lucille: *scoffs* If you were the age you are now before the war and tried to get a license, they’d tell you to come back when you’re older, sweetie.

Nick: She’s right. You’re not even old enough to vote by the old world’s laws. Hell, by Diamond City’s either.

Jasmine: (Rolls her eyes at the two adults and puts her free hand on her hip, continuing to observe. Even with the mask and hood on, she’s clearly radiating spicy kitten attitude) “That does not mean anything.”

Nick: Kiddo, literally today I had to put you down for a nap in my office in Goodneighbor, after carrying you like an infant. *smirks* You even cried on the way there.

Lucille: *at the mental image of Jas needing a nap and her dad carrying her* Aww… *walking on ahead, tired of looking at the gore*

Jasmine: (Frowns under her mask, partly embarrassed at her earlier childish behavior. But it was sweet that Nick was willing to hold her) “I was upset and still injured from the earlier fight.”

Nick: *following Lucille* And needed me and a special little friend to make you feel better. *smiles warmly*

Lucille: Oh? Who’s that?

Nick: Can’t say. Sworn to secrecy. *makes an x where his coolant reservoir is*

Jasmine: (Still vaguely annoyed that they both consider her to be a child, but she squeezes Nicks hand while her eyes sparkle a little)

Nick: *warm smile down at her as he walks*

Lucille: *soon finds herself at the edge of the glowing sea* Radiation sickness here we come…

Nick: Rad-X and Radaway would be your best bet for keeping that at bay. *already slipping a mentats tin full of Rad-X into her pocket for her own protection*

Jasmine: (Takes in a deep breath as she stares into the dead abyss that is her hometown. She squeezes Nicks hand tighter when she feels a heaviness settle into her heart and a lump form in her throat. After a few moments, she holds up her Pipboy map to display the area she used to live to Nick, once they get close she’ll lead them to the exact spot)

Lucille: *comes accross a small dilapidated house with a small dumpster next to it. She freezes when she hears movement from the dumpster*

Nick: Radroaches, perhaps?

Lucille: *shrugs and slowly approaches the dumpster. She lifts the lid and a familiar colorful glowing tail- much brighter now that it’s getting dark- stands straight up while whatever’s inside hisses like an angry cat at her* What the-?! YOU?!

Teshteal: *backed himself against the rear wall is the dumpster, clinging to a worn stuffed toy of a possum* What are you doing here?! *kicks against the pile of blankets that serve as his bed as he tries to get away.* Find your own dumpster! *hisses again*

Jasmine: (Barely even blinks at him under her mask, but inside she is surprised to see him all the way out here in the Glowing Sea, and living in a dumpster. Its sad to see that he claims a crummy dumpster to be his home, on some days she wants to jump back in one too)

Nick: Why…? Why are you living in a dumpster? *more surprised at that than him being all the way out here already- Jas runs really fast. Safe to say the once cop turned feral gremlin man can, too* Is your self esteem that low?

Lucille: It does look kind of cozy in there, though. But I will say, it’s pretty easy to raid when you’re away.

Teshteal: *sits up, back against the wall closest to the house, still clinging to his possum stuffed animal* I don’t want to live in the dumpster-

Nick: The blankets, cookbook, stuffed animal and pillow don’t do ya any favors.

Teshteal: I know that-! *sadly looking down* The house behind me was my home before the war… my family lived there for generations including me. All of that’s gone now- my parents. My siblings. Gone. *holds the possum toy tight against his chest*

Lucille: *quietly, remembering her first days of futile attempt to stay in her old home in Sanctuary, eventually moving to better places like Vault 88 and the weather center near her old home* So why did you stay…?

Teshteal: I didn’t want to leave them… *looking over his shoulder*

Jasmine: (Sadly blinks under her mask as she looks at Teshteal, her hand gripping Nicks tighter as she once again relates to him on a deeper level)

Lucille: You could try to fix up the house-

Teshteal: And disturb their resting place…? I would rather not. *hunches over, tail wiggling idly then going limp as well* I brought enough shame to them before the war, they don’t need that in death…

Nick: How can you say that? You had a decent paying job… on top of that, didn’t you used to live in an apartment?

Teshteal: One- “Worst officer on the force.” Two- this is my childhood home. I still visited it often well into my career.

Nick: And your antics somehow got back to your family?

Teshteal: My abuela had her ways. *sad, almost guilty, but fond smile at the memory of his grandmother*

Jasmine: (Stares off blankly into the mass landscape of destroyed buildings, but she sure that Teshteal can understand why she isn’t reacting much. They aren’t suppose to unless they are toying with someone, otherwise it’s just blank face for everything)

Teshteal: *about to lower the lid of the dumpster* A-anyway… I’ve bothered you enough-

Jasmine: (Takes off her mask to look at Teshteal with a genuine sorrow filled face, then back up at Nick with those big doe-eyes of hers) (Softly) “Daddy, he is just out here all alone….”

Nick: I know but it seems kind of suspicious that he’s so candid despite being from the vault. Wouldn’t that be one of the tactics they’d have you use to pull one over on a target or something?

Teshteal: What?! You think I’m-! *realizes he’s right- that IS one of the things they tried to train him on. He just did so poorly that it never stuck* I’m not trying to- this isn’t some sort of trick. *tucks himself in the corner where the lid’s closed, holding his possum and his tail around his body protectively* No one’s commanded me to. And you don’t have any reason to take me in. Just leave.

Lucille: Okay. *turns around and starts walking off*

Nick: *hasn’t moved quite yet. Still debating what the right call here is* Lucille, hold on a sec. I need a moment to think.

Lucille: I’ll be over here. Observing this chameleon Deathclaw from a safe distance, then.

Jasmine: (Can only blink at everyone and the Deathclaw, dropping her free hand down to her side. In the end she has no idea what to do as her judgment is clouded right now due to being close to home, but she knows that the final result shouldn’t be to leave Teshteal here all alone)

Lucille: *very curiously watching the deathclaw. She just thinks their neat

Teshteal: *can’t stand the silence for more than two seconds from the others. Feels like he’s going to get hit with something hard if he doesn’t say anything* What are you still doing here? I’ll be fine. I have been for the past century and a half.

Nick: Then why did you show yourself earlier?

Teshteal: I heard the voice of a former colleague and simply wanted to reconnect for a moment. That’s all. *keeps looking at the wall* I wanted a little familiarity after being alone all these years. Now, I realize I never deserved even that small comfort. *shrugs, matter-of-factly* I suppose I’ll go back to being alone in my self made isolation chamber.

Nick: *getting annoyed* That. That right there is why I think this is some act. You’re acting so down on yourself that it makes people want to sympathize with you. It’s a classic manipulation tactic. Used to nearly work on Detective Chapel- nearly. It won’t on me. what are you REALLY playing at, Linus?!

Teshteal: *winces and whimpers hearing his old name* Nothing! I really am this pathetic! I just can’t stop talking or something bad will happen to me! *finally looks directly up at the synth, eyes narrow with fear* It’s compulsory, Nick! I can’t stop explaining myself! I can’t stop! I can’t stop! *starts to cry, shoving his hat over his head* I can’t stop or I’ll get hurt! Please, go away-

Jasmine: (Pulls on Nicks coat to get him to stop, shaking her head while her eyes well up with tears) (Signing) “He cannot stop, just like I cannot stop doing things without fear… They broke us and put us back together in horrible, miserable ways.” (Gestures to her bandages peeking out from under her sleeves that cover her self harm wounds that she did because she feels worthless and stressed, then at her throat near her vocal cords that just don’t work at random moments) (Signing) “They are still engraved into our heads.”

Nick: *taken aback- blinking, eyes shifting as he tries to come up with something to say* I-

Teshteal: *winces, realizing that he’s crying, the memories of his time in the vault resurfacing. He freezes in place, still as a statue and goes completely quiet. Mouths repetitively- he doesn’t remember sign language* Please help me, Dio…

Jasmine: (Trying really hard not to cry, but is actively failing at keeping back the tears from both the state of her home and the memories coming back. She lets go of Nicks hand and calmly walks right up to Teshteal, tilting her head at him while removing her hood and blinking slowly with her childlike eyes)

Nick: *watches and keeps his hand right above his gun on his belt… just in case.*

Teshteal: *doesn’t look up from his corner in the dumpster. He knows she’s there. He knows if he doesn’t shut up, all it’ll take is one command and he’s dead. He’s cornered. He knows he could take Nick and Lucille in a fight. But Jas… she was the perfect soldier. No one came back if they fought her. What some called the reaper. He changes what he mouths silently to himself, now mostly as a breath with no lip movement. Fully expecting to die. He’s said it before so many times in the vault* I’ll be with you soon, Dio… I’ll be with you, soon…

Jasmine: (Quietly and hoarsely) “I try so hard to keep them away and out of my head… It hurts so much when I do. I am suppose to alter my personality to fit and please everyone else’s, put on a masquerade until I get what I want from them. Never can I get attached- I do not deserve love and to be cared for.” (Gently reaches out and takes his hand in hers, giving a reassuring squeeze) “I did not ask for this, nobody would ever would. It is just my sad, messed up reality…” (Looks down at herself grimly) “And maybe I do deserve it now, but at the end of the day, I just wanted to go home.” (Raises her head to stare off into the green glowing barren Wasteland)

Teshteal: *frightened twitch at the sudden physical contact. He timidly and slowly looks up because he doesn’t know if it’s safe. Very, very quietly* I just want to go home, too… *shuts his eyes tightly in case just saying that was a mistake- that this is all just part of the process- baiting him with comfort then the final blow. His mind’s racing with so many memories of that specific form of torture*

Nick: *hand falls from his gun to his side. Seeing this little idiot of a man that used to be so quick to try the stupidest of ideas so terrified of the smallest of his own behaviors is starting to pull at the old detective… despite wanting to protect Jas*

Jasmine: (Turns and slowly blinks at him, tears still falling down her face while she gives another gentle squeeze) “I do not want to hurt you unprovoked… promise. Any hostility I had is purely implemented from them, not truly me. I do not think anyone here wants to hurt you.” (Glances back at Nick, her thumb stroking Teshteals hand)

Teshteal: *very hushed* I know this trick. I know what you’re doing. Why don’t you just kill me? Don’t lead me into believing I have a friend.

Jasmine: (Quietly, losing more of her voice) “Why would I do that? What would I even gain from this? From tricking and torturing you? I am breaking my programming to talk with you…. As myself. I am just as scared and messed up as you.” (Takes in a deep breath, feeling the heavy strain and horrible words this interaction is causing her. She wants to pull back and run away, but Rosie being the sweetie and stubborn girl that she is won’t allow her. It’s a painful, exhausting war in her own head)

Teshteal: You already know. They’re telling you to kill me- the voices. To take another life. You may not want to do it… but they do. *looks down at his stuffed possum and his cookbook, then at his little hovel of a dumpster, finally a bit of clarity hitting him* If those voices won out, nothing would stop you from finding this place. My home isn’t safe anymore.

Nick: Not that it was safe to begin with.

Teshteal: *at Nick* Raiders are very few and far between out here- you know that. Deathclaws usually stay away from me. Even that one your friend’s watching gives my house a wide berth. *at Jas* I would rather die knowing my death is coming than it be sudden and in my sleep.

Nick: *looks unsure* I’m still not sure how much we can trust you…

Teshteal: *sighs* You don’t have much of a choice, I don’t think. *glances at Jas* She looks like she’s about to break down…

Jasmine: (Can’t hold herself together anymore, and somebody pointing it out is the cherry on top because she’s suppose to keep it hidden. Still holding Teshteals hand tightly, she suddenly slumps forwards with a suppressed sob, catching herself on the dumpster with her free arm as her knees hit the ground. She bangs her head against the metal repeatedly, mouthing and whispering, “Get out of my head” and “Leave me alone” while doing so)

Nick: *nearly bolts towards her* Rosie-?

Teshteal: *eyes widen at the sudden break. He grips her hand and squeezes it while crawling toward the open lid. Soon he very carefully climbs out of his hovel, never letting go of her hand* I wonder if this will help… it used to for me as a child. *takes her other hand and crosses their arms over each other, humming a sweet but soothing tune he once heard his mother hum*

Jasmine: (Surprisingly doesn’t squirm or scream to get away from Teshteal, just kinda lowers her head and goes completely limp while she cries and mutters pleas and repeats the horrible words she heard over and over again from those terrible excuses of humans. She did however, bang her head hard enough against the metal that’s she’s now bleeding, and has maybe given herself a concussion)

Teshteal: *keeps humming that tune and very carefully and lightly presses his hat covered forehead against hers*

Jasmine: (Still not struggling against him, but still pleading and crying with people who aren’t even here, just a figment in her imagination that they put to torture her. Especially for when she tries to break free from how they made her) (Desperately through tears) “Daddy… help me… They are here for us, help me please Dad… Please do not let them take us again… He hurt me…” (Ends up leaning fully against Teshteal while she sobs, probably would hug him if she have the coordination to move her arms) “Do not let him touch me, it hurt, it hurt so much… why, why, why….?”

Teshteal: *almost winces being reminded of one of the guards- likely the same one, but he takes a deep breath to steady his thoughts. He presses his forehead against hers just a little more, increasing the volume of his voice to help her drown out the voices*

Nick: *kind of dumb struck. He never thought he’d see the day she’d be comfortable being held by someone other than him* Hm… *shakes his head just to briefly get over what he’s witnessing so he can kneel next to the two. Softly* Rosie, try to hum along to what he is. It might help center you. *gently rubs Jas’s back*

Jasmine: (As lovely and sweet as this is for her to be held by Teshteal- once she hears Nick and feels his comforting hand on her back, she’s clumsily reaching for him while crying out like a small child. She can’t open her eyes to help guide her as there is blood seeping down from her forehead, but it wouldn’t be much help because she’s seeing double anyways)

Teshteal: *opens his eyes and guides her arms to her dad* It’s okay if you need comfort from him if it helps you with the voices… you’re very fortunate to have someone like him.

Nick: *embraces his daughter with a nod at Teshteal’s words* Yeah. It’s okay, doll… just breathe. Like we did at The Third Rail. Think of lying in the sun… the playground… all of that… *rubs her back*

Jasmine: (Clutches onto Nick tightly the moment he embraces her and she snuggles close, getting wrapped in the sound of his inner working, the certain firmness his hugs have, and the cigarette scent of his coat. All familiar senses and associated with the safety of Dad, and she’s breathing easier already)

Lucille: *walks up to the group and sees Jas clinging to Nick* Ah… this is happening again. *looks at Teshteal. Accusingly* What did you do?

Teshteal: *cowers and goes silent before looking to her guiltily* Show weakness…

Nick: No. You just had a breakdown. You needed someone to pull you out of it and it was Jas… *rocks his daughter from side to side* I’m proud of her… for holding out as long as she did just to help you.

Teshteal: *still cowering under the accusing gaze of Lucille* Can you take off your helmet…?

Lucille: In the middle of the glowing sea?

Teshteal: Just for a moment. I like to know who I’m talking with.

Lucille: *considers this for a moment*

Jasmine: (Cringes at Lucille’s comment of this happening again, as it never is suppose to in the first place. It always slows them down, puts them at risk every damn time she does it. It’s burdensome and tiresome for everyone who is involved, it’s a wonder they don’t just tell her to suck it up already. She whimpers out a string of apologies under her tears and promptly hides her face in Nicks coat while insults to herself spew from her own mouth)

@lucilleandherrobots

[nolassolace]

Some dndads asks for you :D

6. What’s your favorite intro bit (musical)

14. Which moment in the show always makes you cry?

17. How did you hear about the podcast?

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6- right now I keep listening to meth bay prison blues on repeat but I'm also a big fan of the slim shady opening and the black parade opening we got from Beth recently.

14- I have a few so I'm gonna listen them.

You are enough just as you are

Freddie talking about Glenn's choice at the end of the court episodes

Glenn chewing his nails looking for a book on bringing back dead wives and time travel ( one day I'll make a post about how this kills me)

Grant talking with yeet

Nick asking Glenn if he wants to meet morgan

Ron and rogue ( if you didn't cry, you're a monster)

Bonus: will crying in the talking dad of Ron's episode.

Listen I'm a broken man

17- 😬😬😬 my most recent ex and I hyper fixated on it. But my friend in Amsterdam also pitched it to me while I was high one night. Thanks jip! 😘😘😘

[dwyguyhikes]

King’s Peak (again)

25.0 mile roundtrip

4,202 feet elevation gain

Link: https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/utah/kings-peak-utah-highpoint-trail

Back again in the High Uintas, but this time with friends! I was joined on this trip by Emily, Kenny, and Chris, with Nick, Eliza, and Brady meeting us on our second day.

We got to the trailhead in the early afternoon with the goal of setting up camp at Dollar Lake, roughly 7 miles in. The hike in was, of course, absolutely gorgeous. We saw so few people on the trail and had a great time playing Contact to keep morale up. 7 miles with a heavy pack is no joke, but everyone in our party absolutely killed it. We also talked to some people who said they saw a bear, so I was pretty happy with my choice to keep bear spray clipped to my pack. It’s surprising to hear of a bear sighting at this high of an altitude, though.

At one point we came upon a trail sign with somebody’s phone and backpack just sitting there. I thought it would be funny to take a couple selfies on the phone and leave it there, and we learned on the way off the trail that the phone belonged to someone who had broken their leg and gotten evacuated. WHOOPS! Gotta wonder why they didn’t take the person’s stuff with them too, but at least now they can look at our beautiful faces while they’re in bed recovering.

We made it to Dollar Lak just as the sun was setting and the bugs were coming out. We quickly ate dinner, pumped water at the lake, hung our food in a tree, and hit the hay for an early morning.

Chris decided to sit out the summit push because his back was hurting, so Emily, Kenny, and I set out just the three of us. The hike turned into a slog and a bit of a game of map interpretation – I know we wanted to hit Gunsight Pass as a shortcut, but we were having some trouble physically locating it. Luckily we were able to get some directions by another guy on the trail, because where I thought Gunsight Pass was located was not even close to where it actually was.

The pass, when we found it finally, was a tough uphill through the snow with lots of postholing. Then it opens up into this HUGE basin to cross before the final uphill to the summit. We pretty much just put our heads down and hiked, crossing the enormous rocks in the basin and aiming generally for the saddle that indicated the start of the final climb, official trail be damned (because we literally couldn’t find it).

With a final scramble up the ridge, we eventually made it to the summit, and suddenly every ache and pain was worth it. We had the whole summit to ourselves for about 30 minutes. Stupendous. We hung out, snapped some pics, ate some Snickers, and then started our long haul back down.

Fueled by Nuun to prevent the bonk, we really only ran into trouble when we got back to Gunsight Pass. From above, it looked like a totally alien world from what we saw earlier. The snow had softened a ton, the path looked even steeper, and we were tired. After some deliberation, we chose the “safest” path and pretty much had to downclimb the whole way. It was definitely spooky and exposed, and I’m really proud of how the three of us maintained our composure the whole way. The joy of adventure, the butt-puckering  of navigating a steep snowfield with crazy exposure… what a combo.

After the pass it was just a straight shot back to camp. Being back in the valley with sweeping views of the surrounding mountains and alpine lakes, there are so few words to describe it. I was filled with such a sense of peace and awareness that I can really only achieve when in remote wilderness. And chasing those feelings is what keeps me coming back to places like this. What a world we live in.

Back at camp, we met back up with Chris and were delighted to see that Nick, Eliza, and Brady were able to find us. After a long day of hiking, it was so nice to chill out by a campfire for the evening and kick it with our homies.

The next morning we had a quick breakfast and packed up camp to hike out. Before leaving, though, we decided to finally see for ourselves what it’s like to spray bear spray. We all took turns with it, and I have to say I was surprised by how short the range was… It only goes about 5ish yards, so you’re not hitting the bear until it’s up in your grill. Pretty scary to imagine the situation I’m in when I need to use the spray.

The hike out was a bit of a grind, especially after how exhausting the summit push was the day before. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there’s almost nothing better than that first sight of the car after a long, long hike. Those hunks of metal are the equivalent to angels in those moments.

And that was that! We got up and down safely, and that’s all that really matters. I’m hoping next year we can do more of these trips with friends, and I’m thankful to have the homies that get just as excited as I do to suffer in the backcountry.

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Dabi x Reader: Your Hero

❌️CONTAINS SPOILERS, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED, AND INCLUDES A TRIGGERING THEMES❌️

The moon was high up in the sky, today was the anniversary of Touya's death, he was your best friend…and your crush. "Touya…" You whispered to yourself, sitting on the balcony as you continued to look at the moon with sadness in your eyes, not being able to forget him…not being able to move on. The memories you shared with him were beginning to be too much for you, it was just one of those days…you really couldn't let him go. Once you were able to snap out of your thoughts, a ringing could be heard. "H-Hello..?" You answered the phone softly, wiping away your tears as you heard your best friend's voice. "You were thinking about him again weren't you…?" Your friend whispered, knowing immediately by the way you answered their call. "I can't just forget about him F/n…Touya was-is my world. He died because of Endeavor…he didn't even let me go to the funeral!" You couldn't help but cry once more, the memories of your Touya overwhelming your mind. "Who cares about Endeavor? He shouldn't even be the number one hero after what he did! But y'know what? Touya knows you cared about him, I'm sure he's happy that you haven't forgotten him. He wouldn't want you like this, so how about this…why don't we go out for drinks tonight? You know you need this!" Hearing your friends words during your breakdown made you realize something, Touya wouldn't want you rotting away like this…he always told you how he wanted to become a hero with you by his side. Despite failing the exam for UA years back you did get your life together, but…never got to have fun like Touya talked about. "Y'know what F/n…? I'll go out and get a few drinks with you…for Touya's sake as well as my own." You spoke firmly, a small smile appearing on your face…it had been so long since you were able to feel well enough to go out with your friend. "I will come pick you up in- hm…let's say 30 minutes? Be ready by the time I get there!" With that your friend hung up the phone, the silence was what always brought you back to those dark thoughts…about Touya. "Y/n~ Think fast!" You remembered how competitive he was when Endeavor had you train with him, whenever the two of you were alone he always made sure you were okay…that alone made you so happy. "I'm sorry I hurt you again Y/n…let's get stronger together! Okay?" Touya sounded so happy when he talked to you, it killed you the day you didn't go to training…if you had maybe Touya wouldn't have died. You have blamed yourself ever since…the guilt consumed you till you were nothing more than an empty shell. "I really need to get dressed…" You whispered to yourself, deciding on what would be appropriate for a night out. It took a while but you eventually decided what to wear, in the nick of time too. "Y/n open up, let's goooooo!" F/n whined, you couldn't help but let out a laugh as you opened the door. "I'm sorry alright? Let's get going!" You made sure the door was locked, the drive over was pretty tame, F/n avoiding the topic of Touya and you were very grateful for that. "Drinks are on me! Got that?! Let's drink the night away!" F/n shouted at you over the loud music as the two of you walked in, nodding as you made your way to the bar with them, losing count of how many drinks you've had. "This is so fun~!" You cheered, already drunk from a few shots, F/n just as drunk if not more than you were, dancing in the crowd a few feet away from you. "Hey there~ Wanna get out of here~?" A man walked up to you, clearing wanting something from you, but in your drunkin state you didn't understand what was going on, not to mention F/n was drunkenly dancing in the crowd of people so they wouldn't be able to help you. "O-Okay~!" You giggle, your vision getting blurry with every passing second, feeling the man putting your arm over his shoulder, blacking out seconds later.

"Let's head back already Toga, before anyone recognizes us.." Dabi grumbled, having decided not to wear his hoodie and face covering that day, after all it was night with barely anyone walking around. "Can't believe I scored myself a sexy one~" He heard a man whisper to himself, gasping to himself as he realized who was in his arms…you. "Dabi, what's up?" Toga asked, noticing the shocked look on his face, you were in trouble…no one around to save you, no one but him. "Let's take a little detour.." He whispered, his fist clenched in anger at the man who dared to take advantage of you in such a state.

"I really am lucky…" The man whispered to himself, throwing your unconscious body on the bed of a hotel room, dark thoughts flooding his mind. KNOCK KNOCK "Tch, I'm coming geez!" He huffed, fixing up his pants to answer the door, seeing Dabi right in from of him. "Scum like you…don't deserve to live." Dabi growled as he quickly grabbed the man's face with anger clearly evident in his eyes, burning the man till there was nothing left. "Dumbass…" He thought to himself as he looked at your sleeping face, unaware of what could've happened to you if he weren't there to stop it. "Y/n…" He whispered softly, sitting on a chair beside the bed with a concerned look in his eyes, relieved you weren't in danger anymore. "T..ouya…" He gasped hearing that name leave your lips, seeing your eyes flickering open to look at him. "Is…that Touya?" You thought to yourself before falling unconscious in front of him once again, the alcohol still in your system. "You really did leave nothing left~" Toga giggled as she walked into the room, seeing the male sitting beside you with a sad look in his eyes. "I take it you got blood from a police officer like I said?" Dabi spoke firmly, getting up from his seat beside you, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms…but he was a villain, it would ruin your life. "You sure you wanna let Y/n go~? We can have them join us!" Toga knew of your existence, having known Dabi the longest she always heard stories about you…about how much he loved you. "Y/n isn't a villain Toga…make sure they're safe." Dabi looked at your sleeping face once more, his heart aching at the thought of leaving you all over again. "Dabi-!" Toga shouted but the male didn't want to hear it, walking out of the hotel room without looking back. "Stubborn as always.." She huffed, transforming into a police officer she had stolen blood from, carefully carrying you back home.

"Touya c'mon~ Stop holding back!" You giggled, wanting to train with him alone before Endeavor came back. You didn't want him to hurt Touya again if he didn't improve, you wanted to help in whatever way you could. "Who cares about my father?! I don't want to hurt you!" He shouted, clenching his fist in anger at the thought of what Endeavor wanted him to do. "Touya please…? Let's get stronger together!" You smiled at him, your words pushed Touya to improve…he wanted to be strong enough to protect you from Endeavor. "Yeah…stronger together."

"Are you awake yet Ms?" Toga spoke in the voice that belonged to the police officer, noticing your eyes slowly opening. "H-Huh? I'm so sorry!" You stuttered softly, moving away from the officer, feeling embarrassed you had gotten drunk that you couldn't remember a thing. "It's late for drinking, be careful next time!" "I will!" You waved at the officer before walking back home, not noticing he began melting to reveal it was Toga. "She's safe~" Toga thought to herself happily before making her way to the meeting point where Dabi would be waiting. "Y/n…" He whispered softly, standing on top of a building with a lonely look in his eyes, it was the first time he had seen you in years. You weren't doing well at all like he hoped…wishing he could take you away from that life and have you at his side.

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This is based off of a comic I saw on Tiktok! Dabi saves Fuyumi. I'm not sure if this is the artist but I saw the video from this acc. Check it out! ♡

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[norasole]

Vault-111

Sole

I found another radio signal, this time for an old Vault. I wanted answers about Vault-Tec. I followed the signal and discovered Vault 88. There's an old ghoulish overseer still alive in there. I don't trust her, but I feel like she must have some info on Vault Tech and what they've done to me.

When we entered the Mechanists lair, there were bioscanners, it was Nick and I: they found no organic life. Does that confirm I'm a synth? I have to know more and I feel like killing her so early is going to remove the possibility.

Nick and I worked to help her a little before we returned home for a while. I had to go up to Sanctuary to talk to Preston. After he and I talked, I vowed I would help him unite the commonwealth and join the Minutemen. He promoted me to General, which was some wild shit but we've been through it now.

Nick agreed to walk with me up to Vault 111 to do some more exploring there and to visit Nate. As we walked up the hill toward the Vault I kept having flashbacks of 2077, the screaming, the sheer panic, seeing Nate holding Shawn so tight.

Every second etched forever in my memory. I was breathing so hard, yelling at the Guard we were on the list, the Vault Tec Rep hollering and unable to pass. I ran by him hearing "I am Vault-Tec"

I wonder if it hurts him to remember, I wonder if he ever walks here? He's in Sanctuary now.

Taking the Elevator back down all I could see and hear was the deafening sound of the bombs and the screeching and high whine of everything changing and slowing down and suddenly you're still alive.

Nick helped me come to, I wash sweating, shaking, and I found a corner to throw up. Nick patted my back slowly and gently stroked my cheek as I set against the cold vault wall.

"Grim locale" he noted.

"You say that about home too." I coughed back.

"Nates Spirit is in both places. It's not a bad thing, but it does occasionally still give me the shivers. Not the Nate part, just the sorrow these places have seen."

"You really think he's still around?"

"Of course he is. He's where you are, he's where Shawn is, and he's in the afterlife and you'll see him someday when you get there. Until then, I think he drops by to check that his beloved is safe. You are often in harms way."

"They took everything from me."

"I know. I know. I'm so sorry Nora."

Nick doesn't usually call me Nora. He mostly stays with Sole. But I was Nate's Nora. I was Nora here. This is Nora's story. Her memories. Her life. Her husband. Her child.

Vault 111, I left here running to find Shawn. I gave Nate a brief goodbye and never returned here. Vault 88 was like being back here. I need answers, and yet I have to face the most brutal part of my heart to find them.

I decided to face the Vault again. I got up, wiped my face and spit and Nick and I walked deeper into the Vault .

I checked the terminal at the Overseers desk.

"Everyone made it, even the family that waited until the last minute. I was worried there would be more suspicion, but things happened so dast for these people. They must have been too overwhelmed to question the Cryogenic pods"

We were expected, planed ahead of time. How? And why? At least there was a Mutiny. I don't know how these employees could live with themselves making human Popsicles and they were certainly directed to document the shit out of it.

After seeing how the Army built the Robobrains, there's really no line or limit anymore. Every foul and vile thing we can imagine, its not a matter of if. It's a matter of when.

Maybe I am a Synth, but I am at the very least, not nearly the worst of what humanity has to offer. The doors are open and all the Devils are here.

I walked slowly, deeper and deeper into the Vault. Slowly to the final bank of cryopods and Nates remains. He's still perfect. Frozen and cold.

Nick told me

"Oh I'm so sorry."

Cryopod C6

Maybe I'll get it tattooed. "C6"

Where he is forever laid to rest.

I laid some flowers, it wasn't much. It was another "at least" and that seems to be the wasteland. "At least". Maybe at least is all we'll ever get out here. The walk back out of the Vault was slow. I kept having flashes of running out of here for my life. I still have the Baton at our home by the sea. One of the few things I kept. The first weapon I had in the wasteland.

I looked out over Sanctuary. I hope it can live up to its name this time. Hey, I have some hope. That's at least something.

I don't know if I'll ever make up here again. A big part of me hopes I never do. Hopes I can leave Nora behind here. But Shawn is still out there somewhere and I can't give up.

Until then Nate.

I'll do my best.

At least.

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Lustbuster

Fandom: Nancy Drew Pairing: Nancy x Ace Rating: E Word Count: 3902

Summary: It's probably not the best idea to let Nancy decide how to manage her lust, but it probably wasn't the best idea to leave Ace in charge of watching her either.

It’s not the kinda thing he can ask Grant, Ace knows, but he still twists away from George’s reluctantly pleading face to clock the new guy moving around the kitchen. So innocent.

No, Ace can’t ask this of him. Leaving the running of the Claw temporarily under Grant’s control isn’t the same as unbolting his supernatural training wheels to station him in front of the walk-in, guarding Nancy while she burns through the effects of that wedding dress. Let the guy cut his teeth on a séance or two first, maybe a child-killing demon with lungs full of potpourri. Nancy on her hormone high is too much for a newbie to handle. Not in his first week.

“Don’t make me beg, Ace,” George says. Her tone stands behind her words like an enforcer, threatening to take a potato peeler to his eyeballs if he doesn’t start nodding.

He looks back at her.

“’Course not.”

“I really need to check on my sisters,” she adds.

They both know the card she holds but isn’t playing—that it’s his fault her sisters are worried, his fault that Odette’s spirit got George’s body trashed. It might be thanks in part to Ace that Nick made it home alive last night, but then he also has to take credit for being the reason George didn’t make it home, cuffed to a bench at the station. Even if George is too nice to say it (unlike Bess, who seems hellbent on blaming him forever), Ace feels that guilt. And because guilt isn’t useful, he’s gotta offer up responsibility instead.

“I get it,” Ace tells her.

“I tried to smooth things over when I got in this morning, but Jesse gave me the silent treatment and Ted and Charlie followed her example. Why can’t they be that in sync when I need them to be, huh?”

“That’s rough, George.”

George hangs her head and sighs.

“I thought about making something up… saying Bess and I had a sleepover after we went skating—some version of the truth, you know?—but if some asshole makes a comment to one of them about seeing me handcuffed to Victoria’s bench, clearly drunk and possibly speaking French, I think they’ll hate me even more for lying.”

“They’re not gonna hate you,” Ace promises. “Go talk to them.”

George smiles gratefully.

“Thanks, Ace.”

She starts to walk by him, zipping up her coat, but he turns after her.

“But, uh…” he begins. George glances back and lifts her eyebrows for him to go on. “She’s good now?” He jerks his thumb towards the walk-in. “She doesn’t need anything?”

“She’s not the fucking class turtle. Nancy will survive. All she needs is for you to not let her out.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part. Got that part loud and clear.” Ace clears his throat, remembering Nancy’s hands pushing into his hair.

George’s smile of amusement is a little bigger than her last one.

“Nancy’s locked in,” she reassures him. “I could hear her mumbling to herself so I assume she’s meditating or something. Just let her ride this out.”

“Cool. Yep. Can do.”

Ace gives George a thumbs up. She rolls her eyes and leaves him to his assignment.

First, he takes a step into the kitchen.

“Hey, Grant? I’m just…”

He gestures towards the back and Grant stares at him, neither agreeing nor protesting. Grant has this thing, Ace thinks, where he constantly looks the opposite of unflappable. Unceasingly flapped. But he hasn’t quit, and he doesn’t ask what it is Ace needs to do back there, or why he’s relieving George. Ace nods like they’ve reached an understanding and bounds down the steps, heading to the walk-in.

It’s quiet when he stops in the middle of the room. He’s trying to offer Nancy some space, but maybe this is too much. He crosses casually to the lockers, leaning his shoulder against a door and flinging his coat onto the bench. The locker squeaks, making him worry that he won’t be able to hear Nancy. He approaches the walk-in, hesitant. Grips the railing. Tilts his head towards the door as he listens. George was right: there’s a faint rise and fall of Nancy’s voice.

Ace settles into place on the top step, back to the door. He pulls out his phone and rereads every one of his potential brother’s texts. If he were Nancy, or even Bess, he’d be analyzing the shit out of these, but Ace’s eyes move quickly across the words, more checking that they still exist than trying to glean any additional meaning. He’s been thinking about this for way too long. When looming death-by-Agleaca put pressure on his timeline and he finally called the number, that felt like it started a momentum he doesn’t want to stop. A drawn-out back-and-forth texting is not what he’s looking for at this point. He’s ready for answers, resolution, the end of the mystery. It’s making him restless, and restlessness leads to recklessness. Yesterday, he intentionally threw cherry tomatoes into a salad they’ve always served with grape tomatoes. Oh yeah. Shit’s gettin’ real.

He’s slipping his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans when he realizes he can’t hear Nancy anymore. Pushing to his feet, Ace goes to the door and knocks.

“Nancy? Nancy, you ok?”

His mental interface is preparing to run the EMERGENCY software and proceed through a series of folders (KEYS, FLORENCE, HOSPITAL) as his hand reaches for the pin that’s holding the door latched. But then he hears his name from the other side of the door. He hears his name two ways, and neither suggests a medical emergency. Beyond the medical emergency of inhaling mystical fumes off a repression dress from the Women in White’s 1848 fall/winter collection.

“Ace?!” Delighted. “Ace.” Shivers down his spine, and not the spooky kind.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he says. He stands close to the door so he doesn’t have to raise his voice too loud.

“George didn’t tell me you were coming.”

Very flirtatious. Very, very flirtatious. This would be a great time to be his best self, Ace thinks, and not the self that attended the devil-may-care school of salad plating, majoring in tomato fuckery. Nancy’s tone seems to reach inside him and toy with the place where his restlessness lives.

“George, uh… George had to step out. But she’ll most definitely be back.”

It’s dawning on him that he should’ve asked about that—whether or not George was planning to return to the Claw. If there was a plan for who’d be taking the next shift of Nancy Watch. Because he can’t stay here too long; it might rile her up. (It might rile him up.)

“I hope you told her not to hurry,” Nancy says. He can tell she’s just on the other side of the door now. Her voice sounds close. “I trust you. You can handle this.”

It doesn’t sound like friendly encouragement. It sounds like an invitation.

Ace makes himself sit down with his back against the door. Makes it more difficult to reach for the latch.

“Not much to handle,” he says. “You’re not throwing hooks at me or demanding my blood. This is a pretty easy one to be involved in, as far as your paranormal mishaps go.”

When Nancy doesn’t respond, he’s afraid he went too far. The night they all almost died—the night George did die—they kinda let Nancy have it about her habit of dragging them into dangerous situations. He didn’t mean to do that again. He’s already said what he needed to say to her on the subject, including the part about not wanting to lose her. No need to pile on while she’s dealing with this new problem that’s not even (directly) her fault.

“How’re you passing the time in there?” Ace probes.

“Thinking.”

Ok, that sounds like her. Could be that Nancy’s experiencing lucid moments in between the horniness, like when she had her hands in his hair and then she was talking through the problem like normal. And then she came right back to him with full horny intent.

“Good call,” he encourages.

“I’m thinking that I could jam the end of one of these metal skewers into the screws on the door latch and just take the whole thing off.”

Uh oh.

“Please don’t do that. I’ll just have to hold the door shut, Nancy.”

“What about my legs? Would you try to hold them shut too, or would you give me what I want?”

Ace swallows. This is not her; this is not Nancy. Unless it is Nancy, a little bit, like she said when she was speculating about the released lust possibly stoking existing desires. She’s never come on to him before though. She just counts on him, and always thanks him for his help, and occasionally asks for things with her eyes alone because she knows he’ll understand. She just stands close to him. Sometimes, he can smell her perfume.

“You’d want any guy who happened to be sitting here.”

It’s a harsh rebuff, but Ace thinks they both need the reminder.

“I’m glad it’s you though.”

“You’re manipulating me with what you think I want to hear,” he says. It calms him to commentate on what’s happening. Makes it feel like it’s not really about him, which it’s not.

“Oh, Ace,” she says. The door thumps lightly and he can sense that she sat down. When her voice comes again, they seem to be at the same height. “If I were gonna do that, I’d be asking for your help. I’d be begging. Do you want to hear me beg, Ace?”

He threads his fingers together and clenches until his hands hurt.

“No, I’m good,” he says lightly.

“Help me. Please? I really need you.”

“Bess is out there looking for an antidote for you right now. I promise. She’s doin’ research, she’s… she’s… And if whatever she finds doesn’t work, she’ll take my place and sit with you while I go look for something that can—”

“Ace.” He closes his eyes at Nancy’s seductive tone. It hits him with the subtly stunning force of a blast of cold air from the walk-in, but it’s heat he feels instead. She’s never said his name this much. “You’re the only one who can help.”

“George said you’d be fine.”

He hears Nancy’s noise of frustration.

“How can you listen to what George says? George said I’d be fine? And that I should, what? Just sit here and wait until I stop wanting sex? Sounds like the repressed Frenchwoman’s been weighing in.”

“That’s not fair,” Ace says. “George was looking after you too.”

“But not the way I need you to look after me.”

The frustration is gone. Nancy’s back to full-blown sexy cajoling.

“If we just sit here patiently…” he starts.

“I want sex,” Nancy says bluntly. “You know I’m sweating in here? I’m sweating just thinking about staring at you and feeling your hair sliding between my fingers. I want you to come in here and have sweaty walk-in sex with me, like I know you want to.”

Her volume drops and he’s turning his head to press his ear to the door to hear more before he can even think about stopping himself.

“I want this to be my happy place too,” she says.

“It’s the dress. It’s just the dress,” he repeats.

“But you aren’t sure, are you? Maybe I’ve always wanted you like this. Open the door and we’ll figure it out together. Look in my eyes when you’re inside me and I bet you’ll be able to tell.”

Ace clenches his jaw. Breathes in through his nose. Releases.

“That’s a terrible plan. I’m not opening the door.”

He guesses she’s sulking in all the silence that follows his rejection. But this Nancy doesn’t seem capable of staying quiet for long stretches when there’s someone to hit on nearby.

“I have an idea,” she says.

“You’ve made it clear that you have several.”

“God, Ace, your sense of humour gets me so hot,” Nancy professes, an impatient bite to her tone that makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“You should stop,” he says weakly. “You’re gonna be embarrassed once we cure you.”

“What if I didn’t stop? What if this was our compromise?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you’re not coming in and you’re not letting me out, you can still help me vent some of this lust.”

He considers this semi-reasonable proposal. Nancy will probably still be embarrassed when this is over, but it’s miles from letting her do something physical that she can’t reasonably consent to. A little one-sided dirty talk between friends could be just what the doctor ordered. He sighs, bracing himself to withstand whatever she’s raring to dish out.

“Alright, Nancy, go ahead. I promise I won’t tell anybody and I’ll never mention it to you. Your words do not leave that walk-in. Except for me hearing them,” Ace amends.

“Same.”

He frowns.

“Same?”

“I won’t tell anybody what you say to me either, if that’s how you want it.”

“Maybe you don’t remember, but I didn’t inhale any of that lust gas,” he says.

“Don’t pretend you don’t have anything you want to say to me.”

“Nancy…” Gentle now. Careful. “It’s not like that between us.”

“Don’t you want it to be? I saw your face when I touched you earlier.”

“I was surprised,” he says.

“Yeah, pleasantly surprised,” Nancy argues.

Ace shakes his head and bends his knees up, resting his arms on them.

“I think you’re misremembering. It wasn’t my expression you were so interested in at the time.”

“I’m always interested in your expression because it’s on your face. Your handsome, handsome face with the pretty eyes…”

“You seemed kinda hazy.”

“Ace,” she whines. “Stop it.”

“What?”

“Don’t play hard to get.”

“I cannot engage with you like this,” he states.

“Then I’m coming out.”

There’s a thump against the door. The first one’s petulant, maybe the side of her fist, but then comes a series of more violent blows that could mean Nancy’s started kicking. There’s no way it’ll work—the pin isn’t bouncing free of the latch and the soles of her sneakers aren’t going to break through metal—but the dress is obviously helping her take a break from good judgement today, and that’s already a sketchy area with this one.

Ace presses his palms to the door, trying to quiet the hollow booms.

“Nancy, knock it off! You’re being too loud!”

“Shut me up then!” she yells from deeper inside the walk-in. If he had to guess, he’d say she’s lying on her back while she stomps the door. Shit. That floor is so cold. What if she gets sick?

“I don’t want to shut you up,” he hisses.

“You like me loud, Ace? Huh? Can’t have it both ways.”

Bang bang bang reverberates against his back. He’s muffling the sound as well as he can and he knows there’s battered fish sizzling noisily in oil in the kitchen, but if Nancy really sets her mind to getting herself let out of here, he can’t be sure that she won’t start screaming. Someone—probably Grant—will hear. And then Ace becomes the guy who trapped his female co-worker in a freezer and everything just goes from bad to worse.

“Yes!” he calls to her. “Yes, I would like you to be loud. But not right now, ok, Nancy? Please?”

The kicking stops.

Suddenly, right on the other side of the door again, is Nancy’s intrigued voice saying, “Well, well, well.”

Ace runs a hand over his face and thinks, Fuck.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he tries.

“Yes you did.”

Of course he did, and horny Nancy is possibly even more mercilessly single-minded than her clear-headed counterpart. He has to remind himself that he caved for her sake. Until Bess finds an antidote, this is the best mitigation strategy they have: let Nancy try her hardest to persuade him to fuck her and hope that expels the lust.

“You wanna hear me moaning?” she teases through the door. “You wanna make me scream?”

He won’t picture it. He won’t. He rubs his arms through his sleeves, but he can feel the goosebumps.

“Ace?” Nancy asks, sounding suspiciously sweet and compassionate. “It’s ok if you do. I want that too. Just admit it, Ace. Tell me one more time.”

“You’d be loud,” he blurts. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“How would you get me to be loud?”

Her voice is eager, compelling, and is this how she feels? Like she just can’t help herself? Ace grasps his knees.

“However you wanted.”

“Any way,” Nancy croons. He can hear her hand scrabbling uselessly at the latch. Yikes. She is a bull in a china shop, charging every phallic vase and penis-patterned plate. Maybe he can soothe her with specificity.

“No, Nancy, not any way. Focus. What would you want from…” He chokes. “…from me.”

“I love your hair,” she sighs happily.

“We’ve established that.”

“Your long, soft, beautiful hair. I want to hold your hair and ride you,” she says. It sounds like she’s forcing the words out between her teeth, maybe wanting something to bite down on. Bite me, Ace thinks, and shudders.

When Nancy clarifies, “Ride your face,” he’s momentarily lightheaded from all the blood deciding to go someplace other than his brain.

If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel her on top of him. Busy Nancy—who always seems to be on her way out of a room—being still for him, letting him take her weight. Her bare legs against his shoulders, the now-familiar grip of her fingers in his hair, but tighter, tenser as she lowers her hips and he opens his mouth to her. Ace rests his head back against the walk-in door and exhales heavily. He needs to not close his eyes.

“Just let me out,” she pleads.

He laughs breathlessly.

“No.”

His hands aren’t on his knees anymore, they’re clutching his thighs, and then one’s at his groin.

“Let’s just try and see if you’d like it,” Nancy proposes.

“I know I would.”

“And then I’d do you,” she says, and he doesn’t even know if she heard him. “You’ll look so tall when I’m on my knees.”

He’s starting to get it, how she could be sweating in there. He has his back against cold metal and it isn’t enough to stop the flush rising up his neck. It’s killing him to keep his hand still, but if he does anything about the hard line in his jeans, he’s not sure what happens to his friendship with Nancy.

“Try not to discuss it like a future event,” he says. “It’s just theoretical.”

“Theoretically, I want to feel you hit the back of my throat.”

Ok, Ace bargains with himself, over the jeans is allowed, but no unzipping. He drops his knees and lets his legs splay apart, adjusting himself with a wince. When he strokes the rough denim, he gasps in relief. Nancy’s mouth. Her full lower lip, like a pillow to rest on.

“You’ve had sex in here, haven’t you?” Nancy demands. “My dad was being weird about it, but he said something about stumbling across you and Laura Tandy? She’s gone, but I’m here, Ace, and I’m ready. I am super ready. How ’bout you do to me whatever you did to her, because that bitch always looked satisfied.” She laughs awkwardly. “Not that I think Laura’s a bitch. She’s not a bitch. But if she comes into town again, I’ll punch her square in her cute little nose.”

Laura Tandy is someone Ace cares about and thinks well of, so he feels really torn by how Nancy’s jealousy is making him feel. Nobody’s wanted to punch somebody in the nose for him before. Nobody’s presented him with a scenario where he is something important, prized, and worth defending against heiresses and other possible challengers. He feels like Princess Peach, with less kvetching.

“I want you to show me how you like it,” Nancy goes on. “Come on, Fifty Shades of Dishwashing—gimme the walk-in special. Let me rip your clothes off with my teeth.”

“We would get caught,” he says, like he’s entertaining the idea. (He is, but it’s theoretical. It’s only ever gonna be theoretical.) His cock’s throbbing to be gripped properly, preferably in a smaller hand than his, and he pants as he massages himself around the nipping track of his zipper.

“No, we’d be fast. You wouldn’t let us get caught, Ace. You’d be amazing, like you always are. This walk-in belongs to you.” He swears he can feel the pressure of her pushing up against her side of the door, aching to put her mouth to his ear as she says, “Treat me like I belong to you.”

He unbuttons his jeans.

“Ace? Hey, Ace?”

Oh shit.

Ace jerks his knees up to conceal the bulge in his lap and acknowledges Nick with an impassive nod as he descends the stairs from the kitchen. Nothin’ to see here. Just another day of Ace being a team player at the Claw, doing what’s requested and definitely not imagining hooking Nancy’s legs around his hips while he pounds her into the back wall of the walk-in, sending her suppliant moans up the previously-haunted air vent. Clean out the ghosts. Keep things sanitary. Sorta.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“I’m goin’ to pick Bess up. She thinks she found something that’ll fix—”

“Nick?!” Nancy’s cry of delight, dampened between the walls of the walk-in, sounds just like it did when she said his name, Ace thinks.

“—that,” Nick concludes, pointing at the door Ace has been guarding.

“Awesome.”

“Detective Tamura and Gil Bobbsey both decided to stop by, but I got rid of them.”

“Did you say Gil and Tamura?!” Nancy shouts. “I hope they’re hungry for a Nancy sandwich. Tell them I’ll be right out!”

“She will not be right out,” Ace assures Nick, faking the stoicism Nancy deserves and which he doesn’t actually feel after she proved what he said before right—in this state, any guy would do. It’s a blow to his ego, he won’t lie.

Nick glances down at his phone when it chimes, presumably reading another text from Bess, and Ace takes the opportunity to swiftly stand and launch himself down the walk-in steps. He snatches his coat off the bench and holds it bunched in front of his hips.

“Uh, you know what?” he asks. “I can go get Bess. Yeah, why don’t you stay with Nancy. Do you mind? My back’s just getting…” Ace rolls his shoulders and grunts in discomfort.

Nick eyes him strangely but nods.

“Alright.”

“Sweet. Thanks, man.” Ace claps Nick’s arm on his way past.

“Wait!” Nancy cries out. “Is Ace leaving? Ace! Don’t go! I need you!”

“Has she been like this the whole time?” Nick asks him quietly.

“More or less.” Ace raises his voice to penetrate the walk-in’s solid door. “It’s gonna be ok, Nancy! We’ll getcha fixed up! Get your head on straight!”

Unlike his. Ace leaves the Claw feeling like his head might as well be a tomato. Any type’ll do.

[summerhermitwinterscholar]

Green-Eyed Garvez

"Baby Girl, come give me some of that sugar." Luke heard the deep voice ring across the bullpen and looked up. The case file could wait. Who the hell talks like that? He took in a slightly familiar man and was trying to place him when the voice that haunted his dreams brought him on high alert.

"Your wish is my command!" His head whipped around to see Penelope sashaying her way to this mystery man. He almost saw red as he heard the man reply "That's a good girl" and then smother Penelope in a hug. He felt like punching a wall. Which was odd. He had the sudden urge to drag his girl away from this man and kiss her. His girl? Kiss her? He didn't know where that came from. `

"I take it you've never met Derek Morgan?" Rossi's smooth voice brought him back to the moment. He watched as Penelope relaxed into this Morgan character's loose hold around her waist. No, he had Not met Derek Morgan and the idea was looking less appealing by the second. The day proceeded to get worse from there as Emily took over the room "Alright everyone, wheel's up! Everyone will be excited to know Derek is coming back to consult with us on this case." He heard Penelope's high-pitched shriek of excitement. His hand clenched.

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"Baby girl, behave, you're on speaker,"

"Or what, you'll spank me?"

Luke was gonna kill Morgan. Or maybe Penelope. He couldn't understand- his jaw dropped at every other word of their repartee while the rest of the team acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. No. He had not met the infamous Morgan. It seemed that he and Penny's conversations had only gotten worse with 'Newbie' coming back with a vengeance whenever she remembered he existed.

"What do you think Luke?" Morgan, along with the rest of the team, looked at him with an expectant gaze. Shit. He definitely did not hear a word that had just transpired.

"Come back to me on that."

The whole team burst out laughing.

"Luke! You're supposed to be on my side- you've been personally providing me most of them anyway!" Penny protested from the monitor. Luke. She had called him Luke. Now Morgan was looking at him funny. Wait a minute, what was going on?

"Look baby girl, it's getting to the point there is barely space for the computers on your desk, I'm just saying you could take a few home." Ah, now Luke understood. He hadn't missed much about the case, apparently, he had just missed a heated conversation about Penelope's collection of assorted nick-nacks on her desk. Penelope herumphed from the other side of the screen. Luke sighed. He had a feeling it was going to be a long case.

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"So, you gonna tell me why you don't like me?" Luke's gaze cut over to Morgan and his eyebrows rose. They were wrapping up after three days in Miami and Luke's mood had only soured. Three days of baby girl. Three days of innuendos and soft laughter directed at a man other than him. If he thought he'd been missing out on a side of Penelope, he now realized just how much he wanted. He had to approach this carefully.

"I'm glad we have the extra help," Luke replied with as much of the truth as he was able to muster. Derek really had been nice to have on this case.

"Luke man, you've said maybe five words to me over three days. Half the time you look at me you're grimacing." That was because half the time Derek was flirting with Penelope… wasn't this guy married? How did she handle this?

"Hey, sorry to make you feel that way. Honest mistake. I've just been distracted."

"Distracted?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, it's just I met a different man than the one Penelope mentioned in our conversations." Morgan had his attention with that.

"Wait, what did Penny say?"

"Penny?"

"What?"

"You just called her Penny." That awful glimmer of a profiler's realization came into Morgan's eyes. Shit. Why did he always get like this with her?

"Um, yeah that's her name isn't it?" Wrong move. He shouldn’t have acknowledged the taunt; he should have brought the focus back to the case. Shit.

"No, actually it's not. No one calls her Penny. Except for you apparently."

Like he thought… shit.

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Derek Morgan was going to be the death of him.

"Okay Baby girl, work with those magic fingers of yours real fast and get me that address," Morgan's voice had dropped an octave as he ordered around Penelope. Luke swore he heard him growl once. Luke was thoroughly ready to dispatch the man at this point, punch him at least, but held back for the sole reason that Morgan was married to a wonderful woman. Also, he didn't think Penelope would be happy with him punching her best friend and the father of her precious godchild.

What Luke didn’t know was that Penelope was just as confused as he was to Morgan's over-the-top flirting… I mean they had always had a zing but this was getting a little ridiculous. Luke didn't hear her reply back.

"My dear gorgeous soul friend, what is going on with that mouth? I love our banter but… are you working through something?"

"Listen Chicka, just trust me and get me that information before I make you obey." Penelope thought she heard a cough in the background. Flustered she sent over the address. "Thanks, Baby Girl, also Alvez says hello." Penelope heard the coughing resume before Derek ended the call.

"You know, you could go a bit lighter with the baby girls" Luke couldn't keep the words from falling out of his mouth.

"Huh? Penelope thrives on it. I can't confirm or deny it but I thought I saw it tattooed on her hip once." Morgan had the audacity to smile as Luke saw red. A f*cking tattoo? On her hip? His mind was spinning.

"Wait... What do you mean you saw it?"

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That's it. Luke had counted: it had been three Newbies, two Newbsters, and a hell of a lot fewer calls to him. Fewer times he got to hear her voice. He had lost count after the fifteenth baby girl but fortunately the twist in his stomach every time he heard it was dissipating. He knew Morgan and Penny were close, he just wasn't used to the near phone sex they had while working a case. He knew Morgan made her happy and that is what mattered. Or at least that was what he kept telling himself. They were finally arriving back at Quantico and he could not wait to see her.

"Welcome back my lovelies!" Luke's eyes shifted at the sound of Penelope's voice not muted by screens or phones. They proceeded to narrow in on the amount of leg her skirt of the day was showing. He couldn't help but recall his early conversation with Morgan. Baby Girl. Huh. He kept attempting to tear his eyes away but was failing.

"Oh Momma, you didn't tell me you'd be serving us something so sweet when we got back," Derek spouted before nearly picking Penny up off the ground in the hug he gave her. Luke's face heated as he watched Morgan's hand drift a bit lower… and a bit lower. What the f*ck? This guy was married right? Luke was getting frustrated he kept having to ask himself that. Morgan's hand crept down another inch before Luke went into motion.

"Hey Man, don't you have a report to start on?" Luke regretted the aggravation in his voice but couldn't control it. He really had been trying to be nicer to Morgan. Before he knew it his feet followed his voice and his hand was resting on Morgan's shoulder gentling untangling him from Penny. Garcia's face was scrunched as if she were trying to figure something out, as Morgan chuckled. The rest of the team stood awkwardly as Penelope gathered her thoughts.

"Hey, guys let's do drinks at Benny's in thirty? Then we will be able to catch happy hour!" Penelope tried not to let her voice wobble but she was still a little confused by Derek's behavior. She spun around to go to her office and was too lost in her own mind to hear the footsteps that followed close behind her.

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Penelope had just stepped a few feet toward her desk before the door slammed shut behind her. She whirled around to find Luke looking at her with heat in his gaze. She couldn't imagine what she had done to make him angry. Her confusion easily lead to annoyance as uncomfortable emotions often did when confronted with this hunk of a man.

"What can I do for you, huh? The case is closed," She sounded off. Her voice was high and had a scratch to it that she wasn't used to.

"Is it true, huh?" Luke's words gave her pause.

"Um… what?"

"Penny, Is it true? Do you have a tattoo?" Penelope's mind froze. She thought of the small flower that sat at the bottom of her spine. She gulped. How the hell did Luke know about that?

"Um… um… that's not your business?" She sounded like she was asking the question more to herself than to Luke. Something hot shifted in Luke's gaze. She watched it trail from her eyes to her collarbone to her chest before swiftly moving to the side of her hip. Luke's fingers curled into a fist.

"Like hell it is." Then Luke was moving towards her. His hand came to cover at the hem of her dress. A flame began to zip up her thigh as she realized just how short it was. "Penny, please, tell me this is okay." Luke's voice was pinched and desperate. His gaze was locked onto his hand as if merely looking at it would keep it in place. Penelope felt hot, hot all over. She didn’t know quite what Luke was asking for but she wanted to find out. She nodded emphatically until she realized Luke wasn't watching her.

"Um... Yes," She squeaked. That was apparently all Luke needed as he dropped to his knees and his hands pressed heavily down on her thighs. Her breath came out in a woosh. She struggled to get her body to inhale again as Luke began to run his hands firmly up her legs raising her dress as he went. With steady and unabashed confidence his gaze followed. Penelope's mind was stumbling around. A part of her wanted to be embarrassed. A part of her was confused beyond belief. And the biggest part of her was catching flame with an odd sensation pooling in her lower tummy. A very un-coworker feeling for a very un-coworker situation.

Before she knew it Luke had made it to her underwear. Oh, dear. They were a standard set and for some reason, her mind was wishing the floral pattern was actually lace. But Luke wasn't looking at them... He was tracing… her outer hip? His finger toyed with the edge of her underwear and pulled down gently, exposing her peachy skin underneath. He let out a relieved breath, causing a shiver to shoot up her spine before turning her slightly and doing the same thing to the other side. Luke let out a strangled "Thank you God" and Penelope just stood there with her mouth gaping slightly. Luke's thumb began an instinctual circle on her right hip and she gasped at the sensation. Luke's gaze whipped up to her. What was she going to say? What was he?

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Oh blessed Lord above… what situation had he gotten himself into? He had been seeing red up until this point. He needed to get confirmation that Penny… his Penny… hadn't marked herself for Morgan. Whatever part of him that was possessive couldn't be turned off over this- merely placated. And now. Now he was on his knees before Penelope with her nearly bared before him. A groan lodged itself in the bottom of his throat. It was too much. He let his forehead drift to rest on her abdomen it was a comfort against him. He heard her breathing grow shallow. Then her voice broke the moment.

"Luke?" She called him Luke. "I appreciate the uniform inspection, but we are going to be heading out with the team soon?" her voice broke in the middle and he realized his grip had tightened when she said 'we'. He forced himself to breathe a few calming breathes before painfully standing up-keeping his hands on her hips the whole time.

"Penny, I'm sorry, I just… You know what? Screw it." And then Luke was kissing her.

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After what had to be the most sensual experience of her life Luke Alvez was kissing her. Luke Alvez was kissing Penelope Garcia. Luke's mouth was thorough and demanding. One hand was still gripping her hip and the other had drifted up her body to bury itself in her hair. Penelope couldn't help but moan against Luke's mouth. Fireworks were going off in her heart right now. Luke responded by moving to grasp her ass and pull her closer. She gasped and Luke took her mouth. He was deep and persistent. He was everywhere and she was melting against him. She never had gotten the way women in movies seemed to swoon until this exact moment. She, Penelope Garcia, was swooning and she couldn't be happier. Luke broke the kiss to breathe and their eyes met full of heat and a zing that felt familiar and brand new all at once.

"Lord Penny, you are gorgeous," Luke let out. He seemed to be debating kissing her again-- she wouldn't mind-- but a knock came from the door. "One second!" Luke shouted before he gently backed away. He took a moment to smooth her hair and straighten her dress before giving her ass a reassuring pat. Somehow that put her in motion and she floated over to her chair as Luke opened the door.

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Morgan stood on the other side of the door. Luke saw him eye Penny and he glanced over to see what Derek saw. Ah hell. Her hair was not quite together and there had been nothing Luke could do to hide her pink and swollen lips. Morgan looked back to Luke and nodded, then walked deeper into Penelope's office. A core part of Luke wanted to move between them but he stood still and forced himself to relax.

"Hey Garcia," thank heavens it wasn't Baby Girl, "just wanted to come check in on ya. I know this has been a weird week but I was just making up for lost time, ya know? Besides I was trying to give the team a little push." Morgan glanced sideways to Luke as he ended his thought. Penelope's absently nodded along. There was no getting an intelligible response from her now. Maybe never again. Luke could have broken her. Looking at that sweet nod Luke couldn't help but chuckle. Penelope's gaze snapped to him and she watched him swagger closer before patting Morgan on the back.

"You know what? It's been good to have you on the team. I know Penny enjoyed it as well," Her heart skipped a beat as Luke's nickname fell from his lips. Her heart also warmed to the friendly moment between the two-- secretly she had wanted them to get along. Both men went back to fondly looking at Penelope-- one began planning their first date and one planning on how he was gonna tell Savannah about the new development in their best friend's life.