#oh i'm getting susan feels again

[nothinggold13]

"Words from the mouths of babes, Promises, oceans deep, But never to keep. Oh, never to keep." Peter // Taylor Swift

[suugarbabe]

completely fine if not!! just wanted to ask if in the end you were going to write the Mattheo x animagus!reader thingy i sent in some time back, but absolutely just out of curiosity!! i hope i don't come across as pressuring or similar, because i'm also very excited for your other projects and i can't wait to read them!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Omggggg I’m trash I’m trash I’m trash! I swear I did have this done. It’s right here. I’m so sorry I had this in my Google docs and lately I’ve been working straight from my inbox so I forgot I even completed it. Please don’t hate me I’m so sorry love :((

One of your favorite things about being in your cat form was basking in the sun. It really helped whenever you were stressed, or anxious, or tired, or whenever you really just needed to get away from other people. Today's basking came from just needing to clear your head.

You stretched your little black paws out, letting out a soft meow like yawn before turning on your side right in a sun spot. You were nearly drifted off into a light sleep when you hear someone slump against the other side of the tree.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you slowly stalked around the trunk to see none other than Mattheo Riddle. He didn’t notice you at first, his head sitting in his hands and breathing deeply.

You nuzzled your head against his thigh, his head snapping up at the motion. “Well hello there, beautiful,” he get your head an affection pet, looking around the courtyard for another person, “Are you out here by yourself? Where is your owner?”

You nudged his hand with the top of your head. He laughed lightly, “Okay, okay, I get the picture.” He started to lightly scratch the space between your ears, earning an affection purr from you.

You stayed cuddling with Mattheo like that for a good hour before he had to go. He said his apologies to you, saying he hoped he ran in to you again soon. You rubbed yourself against his legs before he left, then you went and sat in the sun again.

Later that day at lunch, you were talking with Susan Bones when Mattheo came and sat down next to you, a rather large smile on his face. You rested your head in your hand as you turned to look at him, an inquisitive look on your face.

Mattheo caught you staring, “What? Something on my face, Princess?” You laughed, dipping your finger in the pudding bowl next to you before tapping his nose, “You’ve got some pudding right about…there.”

Mattheo’s mouth dropped open in shock, “Oh you’re gonna pay for that later, Y/l/n. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” This sentence caught your attention, “Oh? And what has put Mattheo in a good mood today?”

His smile was smug, “I made a new friend. Well, she’s a cat. But she’s beautiful and cuddly and…you know what I should just show you. She seems to hang out in the courtyard.”

Mattheo grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the Great Hall. You gave Susan an apologetic look, but see only seemed to be smirking. When you reached the courtyard, Mattheo was disappointed to see the cat was not there. You tried to give him a sympathetic look, without giving away that you knew why the cat was no longer there.

The next morning Mattheo found you again, in cat form. Giving you cuddles and ear stretches and belly rubs. It was the most physical affection Mattheo had shown you, even if he didn’t really know it was you. But you couldn’t give it up, not with the crush you’ve had on him for the last two years.

At lunch the same day Mattheo tried to show you the car, again. But again, it wasn’t there. For obvious reason. It went on like this about every other day for two weeks. Mattheo would find cat you in the morning, he started talking to you, telling you why he was upset, or about his day, his worries.

You started to feel a little bad every time he tried to show you the cat and it not being there. But nothing could prepare you for what Mattheo was essentially confessing one morning.

You were laying in his lap, stretched out while he made gentle circles on your belly. “Have you ever had feelings for someone that you weren’t sure if they liked you back?” You looked up at him from his lap, your little black ears perking up at his question.

He huffed to himself, “What am I saying, you’re a cat. You just look for rubs and cuddles. Ugh, gorgeous I really like this one girl. But we’re such good friends I don’t know if I should tell her. I keep trying to show her you. I really want to have something just between us, think maybe it’ll bring us closer,” Mattheo picked you up, holding you so your body stretched down but your little cat nose and his were nearly touching, his tone turning to baby voice, “but you always seem to be gone when I bring her, don’t you beautiful?”

He sighed, setting you down. You felt so guilty. You had to tell him the truth, you started running towards a set of trees on the other side of the courtyard. Your mad dash away startled Mattheo, him getting up and trying to chase after you.

Once behind the pair of trees, you transformed back to your regular self. Mattheo peaked around the trees, jumping back slightly when he saw you, his face quickly turning in to a smile, “Y/n/n, did you see her? The cat. She came right this way.”

You looked at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. “Teo…I, I am the cat.” Mattheo let out a chuckle, “What do you mean, love?”

You took a deep breath, looking down at the ground, “I, erm, I’m an animagus. A black cat more specifically. It’s why…why, erm, you could never show me her. Well, I was her.”

There was silence. You waited a beat, expecting him to be upset for keeping a secret or get upset for allowing him to be so vulnerable and essentially lying to him for the last three weeks.

What you didn’t expect was his arms to wrap around you, for him to pull you close and squeeze you tight before pulling back, “That is so bad ass.”

Your face broke out into a smile, “Really? You’re not, like, made or anything? I know I should’ve told you sooner but I just…liked being close to you. Even if it had to be that way.”

You met his eyes shyly, only to be met by his shining, “Y/n/n, this is seriously so cool. Merlin, I thought I loved you before but this is so amazing. You’re so amazing, beautiful, gorgeous. Human form and cat.”

Mattheo’s eyes widen at the realization of his confession. “I, erm, I’m sorry I-”

“I love you too, Teo,” you cut him off. He flashed you a dimpled smile, “Yeah?” You nodded your head, lifting up on your tip toes to press a light kiss to his cheek, which instantly flamed.

He looked at you with shy eyes, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “Now that you’re secrets out, don’t think we could maybe…erm, use your animagus to prank the other boys one day?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, nodding, “Under one condition.”

Mattheo placed his hands on your waist, “What’s that, love?”

You couldn’t resist the urge to be cheesy in the moment, “You call me officially yours, both human and cat form.” Mattheo’s smile widen impossibly larger. “That I can do, Princess,” he leaned in, stealing another sweet kiss from your lips.

[htchnr]

03 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: no one else will do but you.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ aaron being a jerk again ⋆ mention of sex ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ name calling (slut) ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ Hotchner laughed on the other side of the line. "You sound sad. He turned out to not be the man of your dreams?" No. He was better. Bryan was the perfect gentleman, which was why you couldn't pursue anything with him. He wasn't Hotchner. WC ➻ 2,7k.

AUTHORS NOTE ➻ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

Your foot tapped restlessly in the taxi cab. You dropped your head into your hands, cursing yourself over and over. Currently, you were supposed to be ten minutes into the date.

Unfortunately, you were ten minutes late.

Last night, you stayed slumped over the counter for another minute before you cleaned the mess. It was a feat wherein you wet one of your washcloths and attempted to crouch to the floor to clean, but you could already feel a soreness settling in and opted to lay on your side like Rose from Titanic and clean your floor that way. It was about as seductive as you felt, not at all.

Getting back up had been an even greater feat, your groans filled the apartment as you used all your core strength to lift yourself by gripping the counter. It was a sad sight to see. You managed to wipe down the countertop and nearly did your thighs, before deciding the rag was too dirty and tossed it in your laundry. Then, you showered and went to bed. Though, the clock was well past 3 by the time you fell asleep.

You wanted to be up by 9 am to get ready for your 11 am brunch. Instead, you slept through your alarm and woke at 10:30 and the fastest route to the cafe was 20 minutes away. Fine, right? No. You rushed to get ready and were still out the door by 10:50.

The cab slowed to a stop. You leaned forward and paid the fare, before stepping out of the taxi. You brushed your hair down, smoothed down your outfit, did any other last-minute fixes. It wouldn't help, you figured, being that you were late. The best you could do was dress colorful as well as warm, wearing your favorite sweater for this date. You made your way to the building, taking a deep breath to stave off the butterflies that threatened your stomach.

You placed a hand on your stomach the second you entered, only for your eyes to rake over all the heads. It was then you realized you didn't know which of these people was your date. God, it'd be ten times more embarrassing if your date left.

Thankfully, someone called your name from a table in the middle of the cafe. You made your way around the scattered placement of tables and chairs, to come face to face with a handsome man. The one way you would describe his attire was dapper. He wore a sweater vest and that was enough to hold your attention.

He stood from the chair to greet you, the both of you awkwardly standing, unsure of what to do, before he gestured for you to "please, sit" and you shook off your coat. You set it on the back of your chair, sliding in the chair with a polite smile. He returned it with one of his own.

"So," you started, "you're Susan's friend."

"Yeah, I'm Bryan." He nodded, opening his hand for emphasis. "Yeah, Susan got tired of hearing about my single life and she decided to play cupid."

You laughed. "She does that." You cleared your throat. "Uh, I'm sorry about being late. It was-"

"Oh, you don't need to explain yourself." He held up a hand. "Please, I got here a minute ago myself. I almost thought you left already and was about to get up to go until I saw you come in the door."

"That's reassuring." You didn't know what else to talk about, turning to take in the interior of the cafe. "This place feels so cozy."

"Doesn't it? It's on my way to work, so I stop by when I can."

You looked back at him, taking in his features. Dark hair, green eyes, thick, rectangular glasses that framed his round face. You didn't think you could guess his job based on appearance. He didn't carry the air of the people you usually were around. "Where do you work?"

"I'm a pharmacist."

"Oh," you nodded. Not a bad profession to be in, not at all. "And you stop here-oh, should we order drinks?"

"I already ordered."

"You did?"

"Yeah. When I was still holding out that you hadn't arrived yet. I hope you don't mind that I picked a drink for you."

"Not at all." You shook your head, a small laugh slipping past you. "I'm curious now. I like a little surprise once in a while."

"Glad to hear." His eyes flicked to the counter hearing his order. Standing from his seat, he dipped his head to you. "I'll be right back."

You placed your head in your hand, glancing around the establishment. In the pocket of your coat, your phone vibrated. You brought it out, seeing a message from Susan. She asked how the date was going. You sent her a reply that Bryan seemed nice, but your screen transitioned to an icon of a phone with rings rippling behind it. It buzzed in your hand, the name Hotchner flashed in bright, white font.

Your mouth fell open in your hand, but you quickly shut it. He knew you were on your date. You just stared at the screen, mind racing with too many thoughts. The frontmost thought among the rest was to answer the call, but you just set your phone on the table and muted it. The screen darkened but lit up again shortly after. You just held your mouth in your hand, elbow on the table, watching the screen.

"Do you need to take that?"

You looked up at Bryan, slipping back into his seat. In his hand, a drink carrier with two coffees on opposite sides, the other parts of the carrier with two wrapped donuts. He took the items out, sliding your coffee and donut to you, before taking his own. He glanced curiously at your phone.

You shook your head, covering the screen. "It's just a scammer, I think."

He hummed as you stuck your phone in your coat pocket. "Those can be annoying."

"So," you reached for the coffee, reading the label, "chocolate raspberry? That sounds good."

"I hope so. It's my usual." He beamed, watching you raise the hot cup to your lips. You took a small sip, mindful of the heat. His face glowed from your pleased hum. "Good, right?"

"It's more bitter than I would have thought, but still has a sweetness to it." You nodded. "I like it."

The rest of the date ran smoothly. You two opened the packaging for your donuts, iced chocolate with sprinkles over them. It was a nice change of pace from eating alone in your apartment, to have someone to share a laugh with from the frosting that coats your upper lips. All in all, you felt good.

As you both put on your coats and tossed your trash, he held the door open for you to leave first. You smiled from the gesture, unused to this kindness from a man trying to court you. He followed you to the edge of the sidewalk, waving down a taxi. Again, he held the door for you before getting in himself.

"Where to next?" You asked.

"The aquarium, actually." He gave the address to the cabbie, then turned back to you. "Is that alright with you?"

"It's perfect," you said. "It's been so long since I've been to an aquarium."

"Well, you're in luck. They've added new features to this one that I think you'll enjoy."

You took his word for it, engaging in small talk with him about your favorite films. He shyly admitted he enjoyed Star Wars the most, having seen the last movie in theaters as a kid. You waved off his worry and told him it was a classic. He knew how to hold a conversation and had you laughing lightly behind your hand the whole ride. You weren't even mindful of the traffic with him to distract you.

The aquarium was lovely. You took your time through each exhibit, admiring the seahorse exhibit most. In front of the large tank, a floor-to-ceiling glass window provided a view of all the larger aquatic life that swam on the other side. The blue waters reflected over your figures in soft light, waving over your clothes like you were underwater as well.

At one point, you two stopped at the baby ray tank, where you could pet them. You insisted Bryan did it first, a bit scared, but he only shivered when a ray swam under his hand. You laughed at his minute disgust.

"It's not as smooth as I thought," he said.

It was enough to convince you to feel for yourself, standing so close to him. Your eyes were wide once the baby ray swam under you, lowering your fingertips for a good feel, and shivering just as he did. You hadn't expected the texture to be so rough, like sandpaper.

At one end of the room, you both got hand sanitizer and paper towels to dry your hands. You glanced over as a few people yelped in surprise while others laughed. A number of them had wet spots on their shirts as a little ray swam away. You giggled with Bryan when he mentioned that could've been you two.

At one point, in a dark room, surrounded by moon jellyfish, you were next to him. He said something you didn't quite hear but still laughed at, then he turned to you. You turned to him. Both of you were smiling. The smile dropped as he leaned his head in.

Your heart fluttered, eyes half-lidded. You started to lean in too, closing your eyes fully. This would have been perfect.

Except, you imagined another man in his place.

Your eyes shot open, seeing the slicked back brown hair, rather than the dirty blonde hair of Bryan. You shook your head, leaning away and a small sound bubbled up to your throat. This was wrong. You couldn't kiss one man and fantasize about another.

Bryan opened his eyes, picking up on your discomfort.

It was a nice distraction from reality while it lasted. Grounded in reality, you backed away from him, shaking your head. His eyebrows knitted together, confused by your action. Your shoulders hunched, sinking into yourself as your lips pulled down the slightest.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do this."

He nodded in understanding. "It's okay. We don't have to kiss. If you want, we can take it slow."

"No, I-" You wrapped your arms around your middle, looking down. You couldn't face this kind man. He didn't deserve you. He deserved someone better, someone, who wasn't preoccupied with another man.

The date ended shortly after. Exiting the building, he followed you down the sidewalk, waving a cab down and opening the door for you. He said he'd take a different cab. You bit your lip, feeling bad. "You seem like a great guy, Bryan, really, but I'm sorry. I don't think I'm ready to date."

He bit his cheek looking properly dejected. "I understand." In an attempt to lighten the mood, he forced a smile for you. "I enjoyed the date, nonetheless."

You returned his smile, just as bittersweet. "Me too."

You slipped into the cab and he closed the door for you. As you gave the cabbie your address, you pulled out your phone, seeing the screen light up. You clicked the call button and brought the device to your ear.

"Your date over?"

"Yes."

Hotchner laughed on the other side of the line. "You sound sad. He turned out to not be the man of your dreams?"

No. He was better. Bryan was the perfect gentleman, which was why you couldn't pursue anything with him. He wasn't Hotchner.

"Did you need something?"

"Yeah. Come to the video store."

He gave you an address that you iterated to the cabbie without a second thought. It didn't occur to you until you finished talking and he hung up that you were about to spend time with another man, right after your date finished. You couldn't allow yourself peace of mind for at least an hour before jumping back to Aaron.

He stood next to the entrance, leaned against the wall as your cab pulled up. You approached him, to which he rolled around a sucker in his mouth.

"Took you long enough."

"It's-" you glanced at your phone, well past one, "-the afternoon. You know traffic gets heavy around this time."

"Uh-huh."

You nodded to the sucker in his mouth. "You have another one?"

He sucked on it before he loudly popped it out of his mouth. "As a matter of fact, you can have mine." You didn't have enough time to process what he meant before he grabbed your chin and parted your lips enough to stick it in. A shiver rolled down your spine at the thought of his saliva in your mouth. "I didn't want it anymore, anyways."

You closed your mouth, sucker rested atop your tongue. Tentatively, you rolled it to the side of your mouth, holding the stick between pinched fingers to help move it. He pushed off the wall and entered the automated doors with you on his heels.

To your utter horror, you realized as you delved deeper into the store, Aaron made a beeline for the adult film section. You stopped several feet away, mouth shut tight and eyes wide.

He glanced over at you. "What are you standing there for?"

"I, uh..." You glanced from him to the label above the shelves. "What do you need from here?"

"Figured that'd be obvious."

You still had yet to move. "Um."

"Don't be a baby." Hotchner frowned just the tiniest bit, hardly bothered by your shyness, but wanting to make a show of how childish you were acting. He made a 'come' gesture with his hand, placing it on his hip. "Nobody's even paying attention."

"Yeah, but-"

"You'll make it weird by standing over there. Come here."

You sucked on your teeth, tongue flat on the roof of your mouth. You crossed your arms but made your way over to him, gaze locked on the carpet floor under your shoes to not make any eye contact with the other customers.

"There, was that so hard?" He said as you joined his side. Your gaze flickered up at the covers, scantily clad people in suggestive poses. Heat pooled in your belly and rushed to your cheeks, body aflame with embarrassment.

"I don't want to hear it." You pouted.

He scoffed, scanning the rows from top to bottom, taking a step back the lower he got. He hummed to himself at the selection. "You ever watched one before?"

You kept your gaze on the side of his face, to his sunglasses, not comfortable looking at the covers in a space where others could judge you for standing there. "No."

He tapped his fingers on his hip, turned to you, and cocked his head at them. "You pick."

"What? No. You pick it."

"I want to see what you'd be interested in." He smirked.

You let your eyes slide over to the shelves. You couldn't deny you were curious, just a bit, but you didn't want to be the one to decide. That'd only cement this all for you.

"What makes this any different from doing it yourself?"

You pouted at him. "I don't want to watch someone else."

He gave you a long stare, the corners of his mouth twitching. It was a short minute of his staring, before he broke into a smile, snickering to himself. "I'm just fucking with you."

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over you, body alert and rushing with blood. All you could manage out was a shocked, "what?"

He walked to the other end of the video store to the counter. The teen behind the counter looked up from their magazine as he gave his name. He reached under the counter and pulled out a movie cover for some martial arts movie. Hotchner nodded to the kid and promptly left with you in tow like some kicked puppy.

"That wasn't funny," you said outside of the store.

He shrugged. "It was a little funny."

You only shook your head and pushed the sucker to the other side of your mouth.

Aaron went home with you. No surprise there. It should've been expected that, as the door closed behind him, he was glued to you and whispering dirty things in your ear. He said something about the adult films, something you didn't catch but was sure that anything spilled out of his mouth would be pure filth.

He didn't say anything about your date as he set his movie on your kitchen counter. You didn't think of your date as he undressed you in your bedroom. The day's events spilled to the back of your mind as you both fell naked onto the sheets.

The only thing that filled both your mind and body was Aaron. His muscles, his dick, his breathy moans that fanned your face. He kept his gaze locked on you while he fucked you. The headboard banged hard into the wall, but it was background noise to the sounds of your skin slapping at your pelvis.

You arched your back, gripping the sheets tightly. He had one hand on the headboard, his other arm wrapped around your thigh. You had one leg over his shoulder for better access, for him to hit you deeper.

He called you his slut, you said you were his slut. He called you filthy things, things that only spurred you on. Your body burned in a lustful shame, but you could only moan and cry and let him say those things. It didn't matter if they were true or not, it came from his mouth and that was all that mattered.

You managed five orgasms, probably a new record, before he came inside you. Breathless, slumped on the bed, your leg slid off his shoulder as he crawled off of the bed. He took out a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed to smoke. Your head lolled to the side and you thought about opening the window after he left.

It was still light out, but you were overcome with fatigue. Sweaty, filled with cum, you had barely rolled over, bringing the comforter over you from the side and closing your eyes. You were asleep before you could hear Hotchner leave.

You dreamt of a man kissing you.

[vilebird]

BOTH TOO MUCH AND NOT ENOUGH

1) "I have been found wanting, Natalie thought; I have made myself unacceptable and am not worthy." - hangsaman, by shirley jackson

2) text: "meat must be beaten brutal into tenderness, that any body softens with violence, she grinds salt into the carcass, like a wound, a memory". image: a carcass of beef, cleaned, with the ribs on prominent display, painted in oils and rendered in thick strokes of red, orange, tan and white, on a plain dark red background. the text is cutouts on top, dark red text on light tan. - Family Portrait as Unfinished Meal, by Torrin A. Greathouse and Le Bœuf by Chaim Soutine. collage put together by @invisiblemonstrosity

3) a pale hand crushing ripe red strawberries, green leaves still attached, on a plain white background. - apparently by ouiloved on flickr, but they seem to have deleted.

4) bust photo of a tan person with a spotlight on them outside in the dark, head turned down, shoulder length messy wet black hair obscuring their face. their hand is raised to their chest and they are wearing a white tank top. fake blood is splattered and wiped around their chest and mouth. - i can't actually find this one all my attempts lead back to unsourced tumblr posts if you know where its from. help me

5: "You have no one who has any sort of consideration for you. You have had patience and endurance, and what have they done for you? Half-killed you." - carlyle’s house and other sketches, by virginia woolf

6: "try your whole life to be righteous and be good, wind up on your own floor, choking on blood" - sept 15th 1983, by the mountain goats

7: "such a waste of a girl, such rumination. i am obsessive. i contain nothing but the replay. i am blood and blood and replay. i am please don't go." - i put the coffin out to sea, by lisa marie basile

8: an image of a partially bald baby bird begging for food, drawn in the desaturated greens and black of a trailcam, on top, the text reads "i am asking you for something i need", on bottom, the text reads "why is it so hard to give it to me?" - trailcam baby, by @quezify

9: "was i raised without love? / or was i born unloveable?" - @psychwarded

10: "I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs." - As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh, susan sontag

11: "oh, i know that i'm not whole, and sometimes feel the flies swarming, like much of me is rotten." - roadkill ode, chad abushanab

12: a photo of a cut tree where much of the centre is rotted from fungus, accompanied by the text: "heart rot in pine. heart rot is the softening of a pine trees resinous heartwood, caused by an in-dwelling fungus. not all pines have it, but those that do make the excavation of a tree-hole next cavity easier for the red-cockaded woodpecker."

13: "rot made a home inside my body." - i know it's from "bloat" but cant find the authors name again. i think it starts with a c?

14: photo of an abandoned house in shades of brown and beige and orange, the walls are wet and scuffed and the drywall has been torn open in places, exposing the old lath. - abandoned, by @jaggedplains

15: photo of a mouldy strawberry, fading from bright red to grey-green fluff - Strawberry Gray Mold disease stock photo, by MediaProduction on gettyimages

16: "you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they're gonna find out" - tumblr post by @twoheadedfawnn

17: "we are meat, we are potential carcasses,' he once said. 'if i go into a butcher's shop i always think it is surprising that i wasn't there instead of the animal." - francis bacon

18: "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth." - speeches for dr frankenstein, by margaret atwood

19: photo of a python hanging off a roof coiled around a black and white bird, poised to eat it - i heard some noise on the roof this morning, by candycane7 on reddit

20: "all that matters is that you want to hurt me. all that matters is that you want me." - when rome falls, by yves olade

21: "god told me i was forgiven and then he split me open" - god is made of hunger and i am made of dreams, by katie maria

22: "but this is not about love. once a pig is hung and cut straight, cut from rectum to neck, step inside her death like it is a room: that is how to touch her now. the lord said, you must not eat their meat or touch their carcasses. then came the end of the rib." - oh let's just be hogs, by gregory emilio

23: photo of a strawberry cut in half with its leaves attached. it is bright red, steel knife wet. the background is bright white and plain. - cut strawberry by liz west on flickr

24: photo of a handmade cloth sculpture of a dead autopsied pigeon, red zipper like an incision opening to its empty red interior, small cloth and thread organs arranged around it. - pandora: city pigeon, by jessica bartram

25: '"u need a therapist" actually i need to be euthanized' - tumblr post by deactivated user @122mg

[clouds-of-wings]

Emoji Kitchen is really the only good thing Google has done lately. Look at these beautiful masterpieces.

Happy because I listened to my brain instead of my heart today!

Okay, listened to my heart this time but it actually gave me some realistic advice!

Wearing sunglasses over prescription glasses, never really worth the trouble tbh.

Annoyed Nerd, this is needed as a regular emoji.

"A dog jumped on me, threw me to the ground, got all my clothes dirty. I could not be happier!"

The ultimate Millennial emoji.

When your crush gets out the edgelord humor again and you're not sure how you should feel about it.

So true #society #modernlyfe #peoplesuck

If you see this, even the crystal ball can't handle how dim your future looks

"Fuck this shit, art is too annoying, I'm going back to generating big tiddie manga girls on Unstable Delusion!"

"I hate working for Boeing, this happens every third flight!"

"At least I saved my karate clothes though, that's what matters. Fuck those passengers, they were rude anyway!"

Sure, why the fuck not!

"Ohhh hehehe but there's only one bed available! But wait, wasn't Destiel exposed to sex pollen earlier..? Yes, yes, I remember! Oh no, however will this night play out for them? hehehe"

"And then, and then Billy POOPED HER PANTS in front of the class and had to go to the nurse!! And we talked about it all through recess but Miss Susan said we weren't allowed to mention it again but we still did and then she got mad but she also got nice again."

The derivatives were risky but fuckin HELL they paid off when the stock started tanking!

Lovesick :(

Sure, why not :) Amanita snowboardita!

[inviisiiblelee]

Alastor & Rosie in a tea party setting, gossiping about anything really up to you, please!

REQUESTS OPEN

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Rosie was always an incredibly gracious hostess, as far as Alastor was concerned. Before his disappearance, they'd often meet up just like this, Rosie having put together a little table by a window for people watching, tea glasses and pot ready and happy to share. It had been so long, and after the events of recent times, he really wanted to feel a sense of normality again. He arrived right on time, as always, and Rosie welcomed him with a big smile and open arms. They shared a brief hug, before the both of them settled themselves.

“Alastor, it feels like it's been ages!”

“Believe me, Rosie, I feel exactly the same. It's good to have real company for once.”

“Oh, you. Please, help yourself before we really dig in!” And he was happy to, finger foods galore and with the most pleasant of crunches. Nothing quite like a little bone marrow for lunch, indeed. She poured him a nice cup of tea, and he added a dash of cream to it before leaning back. 

“So, tell me, honey, how are things?”

“Insufferable, as usual,” came Alastor’s response, with a widening smile. 

“Oh, do tell, darling!”

“Things at the Hotel are just as miserable as you'd imagine! Charlie is just as fervent as ever, trying to get new patrons, and now that Lucifer is there—”

“So that really was him?”

“Yes, yes, he's chosen to stay there for the time being while he helps. Not that he's doing that much, anyway.” 

“He does seem a little empty-headed, doesn't he?” Her comment earned a laugh from Alastor, and some of the tenseness in his shoulders slipped away. 

“I am so glad you agree, Rosie. I've been doing my best to curb them all, and they're all terribly intrusive. Even Husker has been acting quite clingy."

“Really? He's always been a little protective, but clingy?”

“Exactly! After the end of the battle, he insisted on following after me and staying far too close. Even striking out didn't really deter him.” 

“You poor thing, you deserved plenty of space and rest on your own time!”

“Precisely my thoughts. I am fine, but he even sent Charlie checking up on me. It's been such a nuisance! So it's much nicer to be able to come out here.”

“Well, I am always happy to have you, you know that, Alastor! We all love you around here.”

“Oh, I know. If I could spend more time here, I would. But, please, enough of my silly tirade, how are things in your realm?” Alastor took a long drink of his tea, a delightful chamomile. Rosie grinned back at him, taking a drink herself.

“Things are lively as ever, of course. Susan has been less of a pain, all things considered, you might even be so lucky as to avoid her on your way out. The folks here are fairly happy, although there has been some talk of visiting the hotel from some, they've taken nicely to Charlie, as expected.”

“Naturally. I'm sure she'll be happy to have them in any case.”

“There have been a few sightings, though, of Vox and Lucifer both around these parts.” Alastor raised his brows. “They're both taking to spending an odd amount of time with Susan, I think she's developed some attachments. Whether she likes either of them, I have no real idea, I avoid them all.”

“That's probably for the best. Lucifer is infuriating to share breathing space with, and Vox has become quite the nuisance.”

Rosie peered at him for a long moment, but she brushed on to a new topic. “People have been saying something interesting, though, about someone unsavory coming in!”

“Oh? That sounds interesting, who?”

“Well, you didn't hear it from me … but they're saying it's you!”

The two laughed together happily, and Rosie shared more mundane little stories for his entertainment. She had many from the last several years that he hadn't heard, and he found himself happier than he'd been in some time.

[meruz]

Lightbox Expo 2023 is over!! Thank you to everyone who stopped by the table. I can't believe I sold out of both my sketchbooks AND my digimon fanbook... (multiple prints too?!)! I'm incredibly grateful... I will have a 2nd print run of both sketchbooks and online orders for the digimon book up in the next couple weeks so please keep an eye out for that!

More gushing abt the weekend under the cut

I sell at an average of idk... 3-4 events a year? So I would consider myself a frequent congoer though not necessarily full time lol. I'm a little jaded like it's not that I don't enjoy going to cons but theres definitely a bunch that feel like just-another-con-weekend to me lol, sometimes it's more work than play I guess. But this con felt really different! For the first time in a while I left a convention feeling really thrilled and giddy that I had been there. The kind of feeling I used to get when I would table at anime cons in highschool! And I think a lot of that is the people I met and talked to and the overall vibes at the event. Oh also I literally just had surgery and going to this con is like the only thing ive done this week besides lay in bed and play Story of Seasons on the nintendo switch and I thought I would be in pain and miserable but actually I HAD SO MUCH FUN...!!!! even when i skipped after-hours socializing every night to go home early and sleep 12 hours lol. SO ANYWAYS. YEAH. IT'S CORNY. BUT I wanna say thank you again to everyone who stopped by the table. Especially all the coworkers and long time mutuals who I met in person for the first time this weekend!! And the long time followers who told me they have been following me since homestuck or naruto or whenever. And college classmates who I haven't seen since graduation, crazy talented underclassmen who I'd never met but stopped by to say hi... So many people who absolutely made my day. SPECIAL thank you to my table partner Emi who is the best and such a good sport and accommodating to the point that I feel ridiculous when she thanks me for anything. And um also thank you to the artists who were cool and nice when I went up to their tables and blurted out 24917596 compliments in rapid succession. or only got one really awkward compliment out to LMAO... I felt so inspired and awe struck by everyone's work! God it was just so cool to be there. I LOVE ART....

Ok yeah thats it. its been a while since ive written a post-con blog post so earnestly lol.. here's my obscene haul photo I was buying stuff at this con like I was dying and couldn't take it with me LMAO.

I'm not gonna go tag everyone because I don't think everyones on tumblr but if you dont mind doing a little google search legwork: big x-men prints from chase conley, prints from jacki li/bguavas, azusa tojo, xanthe bouma, nicodaboy, susan yung, hormstuck, nessa tweneboah, linda liu, ash tahilan, zines also from jason dwyer, ash tahilan, aprilyn cunanan, veggiecakeface, deb lee, dune5and, uhh yoichi nishikawa art book and parakid calendar, stickers again from ash, marie lum, hormstuck, chiou, and emi hartana/crowlets OKAY I THINK I COVERED EVERYTHING THANKS FOR READING

[queers-gambit]

Up and Out [part two]

prompt: ( requested ) weeks after Billy defended you against Neil, he feels safe enough to leave you at his house to run an errand with Max. when Neil and Susan return unexpectedly, things go sideways and it's up to you to defuse the time bomb that is Billy Hargrove's anger.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 4.8k

warnings: barely edited, cursing, abuse, Neil Hargrove, physical aggression, threats, uh - very very loose outline of "handling" domestic abuse. i don't even know anymore.

part one

"Are you sure?"

I sighed again, turning from the stove to pin Billy with an unamused look as Max crossed her arms and rocked on her feet. "Billy," I spoke calmly, "nobody's home, and you said yourself, your parents aren't coming home for another three days."

"I know, but you could come with me," he sighed, leaning against the doorway. "Max can handle shit here. But turn the stove off, and whatever else."

"This is why Max is going with you and not me," I chuckled, reaching for the tea towel to wipe my hands as Billy shifted. "She knows what we need from the store, you're just the mule, baby."

"Oh, ha-ha," Billy mocked, rolling his eyes some as Max snickered. "All right, but how important is this?"

This time, I glared. "You're the one who wanted me to cook."

"Yeah, but I didn't plan on leaving you alone here," Billy perked a brow.

"Oh, afraid I'm gonna snoop?" I chuckled, leaning back on the counter. "The longer you fight this, the longer it's gonna take. Baby, I'm not leaving the kitchen, you're good to leave for, what?" I glanced at Max, who had the list in her pocket. "20 minutes?"

She shrugged, "Maybe 25 at most."

"Oh, scary numbers!" I grinned back at Billy with a look of fake horror. "C'mon," I laughed when he rolled his eyes, pushing off the counter to approach him and wrap my arms around his waist.

I heard Max mutter a quiet, "Nope," as she passed us to exit the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "Send him out when you're done!"

I smiled at Billy as his arms moved to wrap around my shoulders almost begrudgingly, his taller frame allowing his arms to all but drape off of me. "Baby, it's fine."

"You know I just don't like leaving you here," he muttered as the front door closed upon Max' departure.

"I know," I nodded in understanding. "But that's why we said today was an okay day, right? You're off work," I smiled, "and your parents aren't home, and Max is willing to learn a couple of moves in the kitchen. It's nice," I squeezed his waist, seeing a smile tug begrudgingly onto his face.

"All right," he relented, making me squeal in victory. "But we're moving ass and will be here in 15."

"You're going to drive max twelve over the speed limit and get here when you get here," I argued, pointing a warning finger at him, recoiling slightly when his jaw snapped over air. "Hey now, save that for later."

He smirked, "Nah, you agreed that if I played nice tonight, I could tie your hands up after all this, right?"

I sighed comically, "Yeah, I suppose I said that. But I can alter the terms of our deal if you keep Max waiting any longer."

"You wouldn't."

I took hold of his wrist and swiveled myself against his chest while turning his watch so I could see. "I'm giving you... 30 seconds to get out that door before terms are being altered..."

"Wait, hang on," he whined lowly, nuzzling into my neck, "Max can wait a minute, right? We're alone, pretty girl, haven't been all day."

"You can survive," I giggled when his other arm wrapped around my waist tightly, his lips pressing repeated kisses to my neck. Having slight mercy, I amended, "All right, you get one full minute before you have to be gone!"

"Fair enough," he groaned, hearing the watch beep as the minute began and turning me to face him. I gasped when he pushed me back into the slim wall of the kitchen, hands almost pressing bruises into my waist as his mouth seared into mine - stealing my breath.

Kissing Billy was always exciting; tongue and teeth moving in a sinful dance that left lips swollen, puckered, (and sometimes bleeding). His tongue was a hound, searching for my own to wetly slide against one another as he pressed his body into mine.

He subtly checked his watch, my hands pulling up to the nape of his neck and threading my fingers through his hair before locking my fingers around his tresses to tug suddenly.

Billy groaned wantonly into my mouth, pulling down before away, "Got 30 seconds, baby."

"Better use it and get gone," I smirked, letting him press another kiss to my lips - a little slower, softer, and in his control.

He chuckled as his hand snaked under my sundress to palm my cheeks, earning a small squeal, "I'll be back soon."

"Drive safe," I nodded, breathing against his lips as I kissed him in parting, nodding as I patted his chest. "Go, goodbye, I love you."

"Take your panties off," he instructed when he pulled back and grabbed his keys off the counter. "Want you in my room when we get back for a quickie."

"No chance in hell, you horndog," I scoffed, pushing his chest away from me completely as he checked his watch again. "Go before I decided to switch the entire deal."

Billy groaned as he slipped out the door; it shutting just as I faintly heard his watch beep in ending. I paused for a few seconds, hearing Billy call in victory through the closed door, "It counts!"

I laughed, shaking my head and turned back for the counter space. It didn't take long to hear Billy pulling off and the silence of the Hargrove / Mayfield home to surround me. Staying true to my word, I didn't snoop and only left the kitchen to pee before washing my hands and returning to my station.

I might've even turned the radio on dimly to produce something in the background. It was around minute 14 (not that I was counting) when I heard two car doors in the driveway.

Not bothering to wonder why I didn't hear the roar of Billy's engine, I figured either something was forgotten or they were just really fucking fast.

However, when the front door opened and I wasn't greeted immediately by Billy calling, "Baby!", I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Not a moment later, the door slammed chillingly and I heard thuds of bags being set down. I lifted my chin in knowing when footsteps lumbered towards the kitchen; gulping when a sickening voice leered, "Well, well, well... Lookie here."

Glancing to my right, I clocked the distant knife and turned subtly against the counter to face Neil; trying to shift my weight and feet towards the knife. "Neil," I sighed, wiping my hands on the tea towel from my shoulder, "what're you doing here?"

"Funny, little lady, 'cause I was about to ask you the same," Neil smirked, wagging a finger at me as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Billy and Max - "

"Obviously aren't here," he sneered, "since those two stick to you like flies on shit, don't they?"

I sighed, "They'll be back soon. I thought you and Susan went on a vacation."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, some fucking vacation."

I furrowed my brows, glancing out into the dining room to see Susan cradling a casted-arm; indicating a break to a bone. "Oh, shit," I breathed.

"Mhm, 'oh, shit,'" Neil mocked. He turned for the refrigerator and pulled a beer out.

"D-Do you need something, um, Mrs. Hargrove?" I asked her, trying to understand what the fuck was happening.

"She don't need shit," Neil snapped. "Just spent the better half of the day in the fucking Emergency Room where she got all she needed."

"And, uh... How did this injury occur?"

Neil whipped around, swallowing the mouthful of beer, "What did you say?"

"I only asked what happened?" I repeated.

"Called it, 'an injury'."

"That's what she is, Mr. Hargrove, your wife is injured and I was asking number one, if she needed anything, and two, what happened. Is that no longer allowed?"

Neil straightened his spine, "I don't like your tone, girl."

"Neil, it's fine," Susan tried.

"No, no," Neil growled, "'cause there's nothing acceptable with what's been happening. You," he pointed at me, "have got my boy's head on backwards."

"I promise you, Billy's seeing clearly for the first time," I snapped. "Not because of me, or whatever, but because he's realizing you're just a piece of shit he doesn't have to tolerate."

"Neil," Susan tried.

"You've got some nerve," the older man seethed.

"You put your hands on me and I won't be able to stop Billy's reaction," I warned, understanding there was nowhere for me to go.

"I don't need to put my hands on you," he sneered.

"No? Only your son, then?" I snapped. "And possibly your wife now that Billy's not your fucking punching bag, is that it?"

"NEIL DON'T!"

I grunted and whimpered when the man surged across the kitchen, beer splattering to the floor for him to casually (and almost routinely) step over to step right in front of me. My hands wrapped like vices around his wrists as he all too easily grabbed me by my upper arms and shook violently, "What did you say to me!?" Neil hollered, red in the face; spit spraying across my cheek as I turned my head. "You know what you are? Nothing but a whore," he sneered, "and you've done enough to my boy! Hear me?" He squeezed tighter, shaking me again. With my arms crossed against my chest to hold his wrists and head turned, he took this as a submissive pose to continue in rage. "You're gonna leave him alone. Hear me? Boy won't listen to me no more, that's fine. He sure as shit don't need no loud mouth, no good whore tellin' him what to do. You don't know him," Neil seethed, breath fanning across my skin, "and you don't understand him. You'll leave him alone, you hear me? Leave. My boy. Alone!"

I whimpered and wrangled in his hold, "Billy's his own man, but you wouldn't recognize that since you're not one yourself!"

"You little bitch," Neil seethed.

"Hittin' your kid," I listed, "doin' God knows to your wife! Some man you are, huh?!"

"Neil!"

The sounds of Billy's engine was heard down the street, my eyes glaring into his, "If you know what's good for you, and for him... You'll leave my boy alone. And Maxine. You'll leave them both alone."

"You'll find they might have an issue with that," I sneered, sighing hotly when he pushed me back into the counter and let go. My hands fell away from his wrists, watching him glare and point a finger at me.

"You're no good for him," he panted. "And if he hears about this, see what I can do. I won't be as restrained if you wanna keep playing this game, little girl."

"Unlike you, I don't see people's emotions as a game," I snipped, trying to regulate my breathing to not give way to my fear.

"Clean this shit up," he snapped, looking over at Susan as Billy's car was heard much louder. "Let's go, Susan."

She bowed her head in shame and followed him with her suitcase (in her good hand) towards the bedroom. I panted and squatted low to the floor, trying to think in my head what the fuck just happened. Fear prickled my skin and I looked to my arms to find them slightly swollen from Neil's suppressing-grip.

Billy would know something was up but I needed to cover my arms and given the warm weather, I didn't have a sweater. But Billy did, right?

Dashing to his bedroom after hearing Neil shut his and Susan's bedroom door, I ripped open his closet and scanned the contents. Baby boy didn't have a lot of options but he had a few and I was yanking a draw-string hoodie from a hanger and trying to wrangle myself into it and get back into the kitchen in time.

I was not successful.

"Uh, baby?" Billy's voice called from the doorway, my wide eyes meeting his curious ones. "The hell's going on?"

"I was cold," I blurted out, still trying to pull the fucking thing on that just seemed to refuse to cooperate.

"Mhm... And the beer in the kitchen's... Yours?" He stepped into the room, turning to shut his door.

"Don't!" I yelped, his furrowed expression meeting my wild one. "You can't leave Max alone out there," I rushed to explain.

"Baby, what the hell's going on?"

"I um... I think I have to go, okay? No big deal - "

"Where's Neil and Susan?" He asked, watching my eyes widen. "I saw their car, pretty girl, c'mon. What'd he say? He say anything to you?"

"Um, yeah, no, no, yeah, I just you know - I just, I should go," I nodded, straightening his hoodie over my sundress before trying to move around him for the door.

"Nah, hold up," Billy paused me, hands reaching for my upper arms. I didn't realize how sore they'd be so soon and whined with a flinch when his hands made contact; eyes filling with panicked tears as his own reflected confusing panic. "Hey, hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, sweetheart."

"I know," I rushed. "But I um... I just, I have to go, Billy."

"Sweetheart, nah, wait a second and hang on," Billy paused by reaching for my hips, curious when I didn't flinch this time and drew me into his embrace. "You wanna tell me what's got you all upset?"

"I'm okay - "

"You're not, pretty girl, just tell me why. Is it Neil?"

I whimpered and pressed into his chest, feeling a few tears leak out. "I'm okay," I repeated a few times, squeezing his waist as his hands raked up and down my back. "Just a little upset, but I'm okay."

"What upset you?" He wondered. "C'mon, ma, I can't help you if you don't talk to me. Right? Isn't that what you're always saying to me?"

I chuckled, nodding, "It is."

"So, c'mon, pretty girl, talk to me," he sighed.

"I just... Can we leave?" I pulled back to look up at him. "Please? W-We can go to my place or something, but I just want to get out of here."

This made Billy suspicious, "Something happen while we were gone?"

"Billy," I begged in a whisper.

"Baby, listen to me," he shook his head, hands rising to cradle my cheeks so his thumbs could wipe the flow of tears, "I need you to be honest. He put his hands on you? Did he touch you?'

"Billy," I sobbed, unable to look into those beautiful blues.

"I'll fucking kill him - "

"No," I gasped when he pulled back.

"NEIL!" Billy raged, my arms catching around his waist to bare slow him down as he approached his father's bedroom door. "YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON HER, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!?"

"Billy, I swear to God," I panted, trying to pull him back. I caught a glimpse of red. "Max, stay back," I warned.

"COME HERE, YOU FUCKING COWARD! FACE ME!"

"Billy," I begged, moving around him to push at his stomach as he still raged forward. "C'mon, baby, let's just go. See? This is why I wanted to go."

"Why?" He snapped. "So I wouldn't break his fucking neck?"

"Exactly that," I panted still, whining lowly as I strained to push against solid muscle. "Christ, you know, usually I'm all for you working out but for fuck's sake! C'mon, don't!"

"NEIL! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU - I PROMISED IF YOU TOUCHED HER I WOULD!"

"This isn't worth it, Billy, c'mon!" I begged again. "You'll get locked up for beating him to death and then what?" I snapped. "Huh? I gotta visit you in jail, jackass! Go, c'mon," I whined, pushing still as he budged a step. "Walk away, walk away, baby, this isn't worth it. I promise you, it's not worth it, c'mon, walk away, baby, please."

"Nah, I gotta fix this - right fucking now - NEIL - "

"No, no, no, new rule," I panted, still shoving him back with my full weight. "I'm not coming over here anymore, okay? No more encounters, we won't risk it. This was a fluke, baby, a fluke, but we're not leaving room for other errors. C'mon, c'mon," I managed to back him down the hall. "Max is watching, don't make her watch, and Susan's hurt - "

"My mom's hurt?" Max demanded as I finally got Billy to stand still.

"Uh, yeah, she... She uh, came home with a broken arm." Max's enraged eyes turned to Billy. "We don't know what happened, please, just - everyone cool off, okay?"

"He hurt my mom," Max pointed out.

"I know, but we should go to the police, okay? Hopper's a pretty good chief, I know him from poker nights."

"What - "

"Where do you think I am every other Wednesday?" I waved Billy off. "We'll all go get in the car and go see Hopper, okay? We'll do this the legal way, and even if your mom," I looked at Max, "doesn't want to press charges, I will."

"Woah, hang on a second, pretty girl." Billy shook his head. "The hell does that mean?"

"You asked if he put his hands on me?" Billy nodded slowly, like he wasn't sure he wanted the answer. "He did... And if you take me now, I can go file a report and that jackass can be outta here by nightfall."

Max looked at Billy, "We can't leave my Mom!"

"We can't leave you, either," I pointed out. "And I sure as shit am not staying here, and Billy's not allowed to stay 'cause he'll kill Neil. Like, actually."

"Let him," Max sighed.

"No, 'cause then you and me, Little Miss, are subservient to prison visitations and no justice is served. We go this route with Hopper, Neil will go to jail. Even for a bit from what he did to me, he'll be outta here. Susan can decide what she wants to do from there."

"You got it like that with the chief of police?" Max scoffed, crossing her arms and offering a look of indigence.

"If he wants his watch back next poker night, yeah," I nodded, "he'll make sure this happens how we need it to."

Billy ran a hand down his face, "We can't leave Susan."

"He's in there with her," I pointed out. "No way of getting to her with alerting him to what we're doing."

"How far is the station?" Max asked.

"Not far," Billy nodded, "if we go, right now."

"Hey," I grabbed his wrist when he moved to tug his denim jacket back on, "I-I'm so sorry - "

"What?" he snapped. "Why're you apologizing?"

"I didn't help the situation," I sighed.

"You did nothing to deserve whatever the hell he did," Billy assured, moving to cradle my jaw in his hand. "I shouldn't've left you, and that's my fault. Can you tell us what happened in the car?"

"Can you drive like a normal person?"

He sighed, "I can try to. Baby, it'll only take me a minute to handle him - "

"I love you, Billy," I interrupted, feeling emotion swell in my eyes. "And I want a future with you, but that can't happen if I let you go fucking kill your father. Please, please, let's just go to Hopper. Please, Billy, we can handle this swiftly and quietly, nobody has to know."

"I don't care about that - I want him to pay for what he did to you!"

"He will," I breathed. "Baby, he will. Don't underestimate Hopper, please."

Billy looked ready to argued before nodding slowly, sighing hotly, "Fine, let's just - let's go."

It didn't take long to get to the police station. And when I walked in with Billy and Max at my flank, Callahan looked over nosily as I all but barged into Jim Hopper's office.

He dully looked up through a thick cloud of smoke from the cigarette that hung limply from his lips. Once I ushered the others in and slammed the door, he perked up, "This doesn't feel like a social visit..."

"It's not," I breathed, wrangling the sweatshirt from my frame. I paused when Billy's sharp inhale sent ice into the pit of my stomach; knowing his father's hands had left bruises already from their intense grasp. "We'd like to report a crime or something?"

"Or something?"

"It's domestic, Jim, we want to keep it quiet."

Hopper sat up in interest, "And they're involved... How?"

"It's," I paused to look at Max with pity before over at Billy, his eyes already glazed over, "it's their father. He, uh... He grabbed me, and they'd like to attest to other acts of physical violence. There's reason for us to believe he's abusing his wife - she now has a broken arm."

"This is... Very serious, kids."

"We know," I assured. "Which is why we came here, to you. We need to be taken seriously."

Jim Hopper nodded, waving us forward, "Come tell me what happened... In detail."

I gulped, nodding at Billy as Max shied away towards the back of the office. It left Billy and I to lead the conversation with Hopper, who, as I assumed, sent a squad car to collect Susan and Neil.

Once separated, Susan came clean about her own accounts of abuse and Neil was booked to the jail. It was a long process that took most of the night and Billy let Susan and Max in his car before putting me in the passenger to drive us home.

He was silent the whole time.

Pensive.

Unsure.

Nervous.

Susan took Max to bed that night, letting her curl up with her mama as I took Billy in his room. Once alone, he just lowered himself to the floor in front of his bed; knees bending slightly as his eyes cleared themselves of any emotion and looked more closer to detached.

"Baby?" I sighed, sitting beside him and wrapping my arms around his denim-covered one. "Baby, hey?" I whispered, waiting until he turned his head. "You've been sitting here for 15 minutes, I'm starting to worry a little, my love. D-Do you want to be alone?"

His head shook, looking like words died on his tongue.

"Do you want to get in bed?" I was careful in my words and tone.

"What the hell just happened?"

I sighed, "Your father put his hands on me, you came home, threatened to kill him, let me convince you to go to the cops instead, and we got Jim Hopper on the case. Susan confessed to her own account of abuse from Neil, and it was enough in combination with our stories to book him. Okay? He's in jail," I reminded. "He's in jail, and he can't hurt you anymore. He'll never hurt you again, Billy..."

He looked panicked, "N-No, no, no, n-now I-I'm - no, baby, now it's on me - it's on me."

"Hey," I nodded, reaching for his cheeks and meeting his eyes, "you're okay, and the only thing we have to do is what we're already doing. Nothing more, nothing less. We've got this."

"I-I'm it," he shook his head. "T-The man of the house - "

"You are still a boy," I argued, "and are not expected to just step right into his father's place. Please, Billy, just get in bed with me. It really happened, my love, but you need sleep."

He nodded, brows crinkled and eyes tinted red from suppressed emotion, "Sleep?"

"Sleep," I agreed softly; reaching out to gently let my fingernails scrap over his skin as I slowly pushed hair behind his ear.

"Will you stay with me? Please, baby, I'm so - "

"Hey, hey, I'm not leaving you," I promised. "But how about we get your shoes and jacket off at least?"

"I just," he paused, "baby, it really happened. He's really gone, right? He's gone? It's done?"

"He's gone, my sweet," I nodded in agreement. "You're safe now, all right? He's not gonna hurt you again, and you're never gonna be alone. I know they're not the family you wouldn't chose, but Susan and Max are the family that's gonna support you now."

"It feels too easy," he whispered.

"Sometimes it can," I admitted. "But not everyone is as lucky like us."

"I get that," he nodded. "Fuck - I just, it's happening."

"It is, sweet boy," I smiled. "And it's gonna change everything, but you're gonna be safe."

"Fuck," Billy breathed, looking purely shocked and confused. "I just - "

"Hey, no, no, you don't have to think right now," I assured. "Let's just get in bed, okay? We've still got a couple of hours before sunrise, okay? Just get in bed with me."

"Yeah," Billy whispered, "yeah, okay, yeah."

It didn't take long for either of us to strip; Billy crashing to bed with the window cracked and the ashtray balanced on the windowsill while in nothing but his boxers. I took a second or two longer to just look at him as he lit up his cigarette before joining him in bed.

"Are you okay?" I whispered after a few minutes of silent smoking, careful not to let the ash fall over his bare chest.

"I don't know yet."

"I'll ask in a few days," I tried to sound amused but he only looked pensive. "Hey," I whispered, waiting until his eyes found mine, "how's about you and me go camping this weekend?"

It made his brows crinkle deeper, "What?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, just you and me alone in the woods for two days."

"I've never been camping," he admitted.

"Oh, you're in luck," I beamed. "My brother was a Boy Scout, so, we went on a lot of family-friendly Scout Troop camping trips."

He chuckled, "So, you're a pro, aren't you?"

"Oh, totally," I grinned. "Might even get your ass to go fishing. Like a real country boy, hmm?"

He let out a long breath, "Yeah, uh... Sounds kinda nice."

"I'm just trying to help get your mind off all this, baby."

"I know, doll," he smiled slightly, flexing his arm to bring me closer so his lips could pucker a few wet kisses to my cheek. "You're God sent, you know that?"

"Billy," I whined.

"Nah, I'm serious," he chuckled, looking over to set the cigarette down to smolder in the ashtray before rolling over onto me. "You, my beautiful, smart girl, are sent by God himself. You've gotta be."

I sighed, "Maybe with Neil gone you'll start to see how much you're worth."

"Maybe. But I don't know, I think I shine pretty brightly with you."

"I couldn't agree more," I laughed, reaching up for his cheeks. "I'm sorry it came down to this, but I'm glad I was able to be here with you for all of this."

"I just... I knew something felt weird leavin' you. I didn't want to. And you got hurt 'cause I didn't trust my gut - so, from now on, we're listening."

I chuckled, "All right, next time your gut wants to speak up, we'll do our best to listen."

"Good, all right," he sighed, pausing to look over my face with skittish eyes. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I just - I promise I'll protect you when I can. But for fuck's sake, I'm sorry for leaving you."

Knowing his guilt was clouding better judgement, I assure, "I forgive you. It's okay, I don't blame you, I love you, and I know it's not gonna happen again. You're about to be really clingy, aren't you?" I couldn't help but giggle, reaching to gently boing one of his forehead curls.

"You know it, sweetheart," he chuckled. "There's no reason for you to go anywhere without me, you know?"

"I have an OB appointment this week, wanna go to that?"

"I don't know what that is, but I'm game."

I could only laugh, "Okay, can we nap please?"

Billy sighed, moving to drop onto the bed beside me. He reached for the cigarette again, taking a sharp inhale. "Hey," he whispered, looking down at me when I curled back under his chin.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

I smiled against his chest, "Yeah, love you, too, baby boy."

And as we both laid to settle in for the night, I couldn't help but think back to Neil's words and how wrong he was. I did know Billy, I did understand him, and I felt something click into place in my heart when I settled on the idea that I'd never stop trying to understand him. No matter the damage Neil tried to inflict, I knew that with time and compassion, Billy would break free of the binds his father tied him in and he'd require understanding as he settled into his new life.

Turns out, I've got plenty to give to this boy.

[needsmth]

Hey! I’m KINDA new here so Idk how it works? But Anyway could i request a Edmund x g/n reader. Where there’s a storm and Edmund is looking for reader beacuse he’s worried, and finally he finds them in the middle of courtyard just to see them having the best time of their life running dancing spinning and enjoying the weather? (i like to Imagine that at that moment he would think something like "I wanna be theirs” iykyk)

If it’s not a problem ofc! And thank you <333

Thank you so much omg!! I loved writing this one and I look forward to getting to know you more :)

A disclaimer to all the others reading though, the reader will identify as she/her as I'm not very good at writing with non-binary pronouns. I deeply apologise.

Also, I highly recommend that you read this with the song 'Lovers Rock' by TV Girl. It just fits the mood and I swear you won't regret it <3

!! WARNINGS !!

- slight cussing (literally just one swear word)

- tooth-rotting fluff :p

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Edmund is not worried, alright? In fact, he's been feeling himself as of late. But that's the problem. He's only been feeling himself when she's around.

And yes, there's very heavy rain today so there's plenty of reason to worry. Especially since Lucy last recalled seeing his best friend in the courtyard, which, he'd gladly remind to anyone, is open-air.

And no, he's definitely not speeding down the long, pristine hallways of Cair Paravel towards the courtyard. He simply isn't. He's just... Walking at a faster pace.

Edmund pays no mind as he passes the meeting room, the throne room, his own bedroom. That's not important right now.

When he reaches the steps that lead to the courtyard, he takes note of the very heavy rain. (Susan, being the most helpful person in the world says there is probably a high chance of lightning striking.)

Edmund eyes at his navy blue silk and cream-coloured linen outfit and then back to the rain. 'Fuck it,' he thinks, stepping out into the unmerciful rain that instantly ruins his hair and clothes.

Never mind that, he needs to find her.

His dress-boots stomp against the slosh that was grass and tried avoiding puddles as best as he could. Lord knows what Peter would say to him later.

The young king shakes his mind off his older brother. Not the time, he reminds himself.

Now that he's finally here in the courtyard himself, he realises how much he's never spent his time here. (A bad situation to be finally realising this, but oh well) He made up his mind on how he's going exploring again when he's not in such a state and when the fields are dry and the sun is peeking from the sky.

He continues wandering for a good three minutes before noticing the spin of a light-pink dress in the distance.

His dark eyes widen, little specks of hope visible in the irises. He rushed to where he saw it, and there you were.

But instead of the cold, wet, miserable you that he'd previously imagined, it was actually quite the opposite.

You twirled yourself around, his presence to you unknown. Your eyes were closed, but your smile shone just as bright. Occasionally, Edmund would hear a little laugh from you, an indication of the fun you were having.

His eyes widen again, but instead of surprise, it's filled with cheeky, malicious intent.

Tip-toeing quietly so you don't hear him, (although the rain made it hard to hear anything, really) his strong arms wrap around your waist, enveloping you into a hug.

You open your eyes with adrenaline, before recognising his strong jaw and milky-white skin. You laugh in relief, pulling him impossibly closer to you. When you open your eyes again, he has a handsome grin playing at his lips before he leads you to dance.

It's not like any other dance you've learned to teach yourself for all the balls and parties you and the Pevensies had been invited to.

It's a ridiculous dance, really, if you think hard about it.

The way Edmund just keeps shimmying you around him and twirling you in ways you never thought he could, it's childish of him. A side he rarely shows but will always be open to you.

Although, you did recognise some of the steps from the more elegant dances, like the waltz. When asked, he smiles wistfully and replies, "Once a king, always a king."

Most of the time your laughter filled the air, only the dark clouds and trees as your witness.

Suddenly, you stop your feet from moving. Edmund catches onto this and stops as well. His hands were still very much around your wrist and on your lower back, however.

You hear each other's panting and the both of you look up to see a wide smile on the other's face.

You take the moment of silence as an excuse to drag your eyes around his lean figure, studying the way his wet hair shone (Very attractively, though you wouldn't admit it to him. Ever.)

God, she's beautiful, he thinks, oblivious to your shifty eyes and red face. Just how much I want her by my side... He continues in his head, How much I want her to be mine.

Of course, he hadn't said this out loud. That's just plain stupid.

But one day, he'll say it. He will. It's a promise.

And with the beam of your face that you make every time you see him... Oh yes, it's a promise.

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Hope you enjoyed!! Special thanks to @lidlowa for requesting this in the first place. Your prompt had me kicking my feet in the air and shi.

[magewolf-the-artist]

Ahh, Charles Brook my beloved

1. Me when I first started drawing this doodle dump: Oh golly gee brain, what should we draw first? My brain: Charles on a toddler leash with Susan holding it and looking tired Me: Wowie sounds fun! Yeah this doodle pretty much summarizes their dynamic in the Domestic K-9 AU

2. There's a graphic description of somebody being killed in the next paragraph so feel free to skip over it 

To make a long-ish story short, Charles was snooping around the backstage area as his daughter, Lily's, birthday was wrapping up, he found Susan on death's door inside the Banny animatronic and freaks tf out, Bon finds him and they play a terrifying little game of hide and seek, and just as Charles thinks he's fine, WHAM! His faces gets smashed into the floor by Bon, turning his skull into a fine mush and killing him pretty much instantly. Ironically in this AU at least, his death was the most merciful because he at least got the insta-kill treatment rather than suffering through hours or days of agony. I imagine in death, his face kinda sags forward. Kinda like a bag of sand taped to a wood plank. 

3. So semi-recently I think, Charles was confirmed to have ADHD, and I saw some doodles by @xzbat-loverzx about one of him stims being clicking a pen and I thought, "Ah yes, perfect". Not really a ton else to this doodle, except I can imagine BSI employees constantly leaving pens and pencils behind whenever they stay at the K-9 Facility

4. This one is my favorite and the one I'm the most excited to explain!

So the first few weeks or so at the K-9 facility was, to put it lightly, a fucking nightmare for Charles (and Rosemary but I'll cover that another time). He was constantly eaten away by guilt, shame, anger, fear, and sadness and generally he was an incoherent, delusional wreck, even on his good days. At some point he managed to get it into his head that he could break out of the facility by body slamming the walls which, A, they are made of solid concrete, and B, even if he did break them, he'd be greeted by an avalanche of dirt. But again, he wasn't really in his right mind at the time

Susan was kind of in a hell of her own during that time considering she'd have to be the one to repair him afterwards. Those episodes are actually the reason the plastic casing on the Boozoo animatronic's upper right arm and the left hand is missing, because at some point they sustained so damage that they just fell off. Susan didn't exactly have a ton of patience for this, and his incoherent babblings whenever she would pull him away would only make her more pissed off. This isn't entire fair to him of course, as he is not at all in his right mind, but in fairness to her, the idiot would slam himself into the walls whenever she took her eyes off of him for even a SECOND, even if it was just to retrieve tools or spare parts from the tool closet.

Eventually what happens is that Susan convinces Bon to hold him down while she goes over to the tool closet and retrieve whatever thing she needs, idk man, I'm not into robotics. When she gets back, Charles is unusually quiet and Bon is trying not to laugh his ass off. Oddly enough, he doesn't take the opportunity to make some snide comment or mock either of them while she works, he stares at the both of them silently.

Once that's done, Susan very begrudgingly thanks him for the help and, with possibly the most shit eating, Cheshire cat, smug as fuck grin, Bon replies, "That's what friends are for." And then she smacks him.

[the--highlanders]

I hope you don't mind me asking but what are your favourite Jamie EU stories?

oh my god not at all, I never mind being asked about my favourite little guy <33

I'm gonna break this down by media type, but there's some parts of the eu like comics that I'm not super familiar with, so if anyone wants to add some of those on (or any other eu stories) then go ahead!!

putting this under a cut because it got LONG rip

big finish

the jigsaw war

jamie is trapped inside a puzzle, experiencing events out of order, and has to figure out how to escape. this is THE audio for me in terms of like. recognising that jamie isn't stupid just because he comes from the eighteenth century. he really gets to shine on his own rather than being relegated to 'dumb exposition prompter' (which I feel like some audios can be kinda guilty of.....) also the fact that two and jamie canonically have a strong enough connection to form a psychic link over long distances makes me chew through glass. this audio GETS it in a way some others just don't.

the glorious revolution

two, jamie, and zoe travel back to the time of the glorious revolution, the event that set the jacobite cause in motion, and jamie grapples with not being able to change the past. if you saw that audio snippet going around a couple days ago you'll have an idea of why I'm reccing this one. it has been a while since I've listened to it & I do really want to relisten and check it out for historical accuracy. but regardless it's another one that gives jamie some of the depth he deserves, this time in terms of emotional depth and his feelings about his backstory.

the selachian gambit

two, jamie, ben, and polly get caught in the middle of an alien bank heist. this one is pretty focused on ben, polly, and jamie as a trio - they're largely taking on the action while two keeps the detective work of the plot chugging along. jamie doesn't hugely stand out here in terms of the audio really adding something to his character, but it does show his dynamic with ben and polly pretty well. in particular there's some great scenes with him and ben working together, and I love their friendship a lot so that's always a good time.

honourable mentions: helicon prime (I do feel this one underutilises jamie a bit and undersells him in some weird ways, but if you're looking for two/jamie content you can't get much gayer than this. plus it's the origin of the whole 'jamie and kirsty get married' thing which I hate on principle & am obsessed with in practice), the phantom piper (it's got so much more potential than it gives imo but the tidbits that we get are so good. jamie's relationship with his grandparents.... his best friend taking a bullet for him and dying in his arms...... I just wish I could explain to the author that there's no such thing as a bedroom door in a blackhouse)

novels

the roundheads

two, jamie, ben, and polly travel back to the 1600s, and get largely split up by events unfolding around them. this is a pure historical and it delights in that. if you're after ben and polly content, the roundheads delivers on that too - but it really is some great early twojamie content. (whatever way you choose to read them - it's definitely a shippable book if you're into that). they spend the majority of the book together, both for plot reasons and just hanging out (they go to a frost fair!! two buys jamie treats and then makes himself a flower crown!!) and you get a great sense of jamie figuring two out early into his travels, and how he's far more interested in the doctor as a person than some other companions - he's the only one to show interest in susan when the doctor namedrops her, for instance. this is the best two-era book to me.

the wheel of ice

two, jamie, and zoe visit a space station built a little before zoe's time, and find that not everything is as it seems. again, this is a great one for zoe content as well as anything else, and for some very sweet moments with zoe and two. I don't necessarily feel this one always nails two and jamie's dynamic, but they don't spend a massive amount of time together here, so it's not too jarring. really I'm reccing this because of the scenes where jamie falls in with a bunch of teenagers from the space station, and finds himself kind of responsible for them. it's just nicely done and gives a good sense of jamie as a caretaker character and someone who feels a drive to be responsible for other people.

honourable mention: the episode novelisations (these are a lot of fun, especially if you have particular episodes you enjoy. they often add in extra details, background for side characters, or just little things from the episodes that were cut from the script. I really like them for adding a bit more depth and life to existing stories, and just little things that make you go 'yeah I'll add that to my belief system').

short stories

the time eater/across silent seas

two and jamie give a massive time-eating creature a funeral, and save a space whale from being turned into a weapon. both from the compilation destination prague. literally nobody gets me like the destination prague stories get me I'm not even kidding. these are THE eu two stories to me. both of these are arguably 6b, and they really work in that position - both in showing two and jamie with a very settled, devoted dynamic and in their themes and subject matter. the time eater is a story with no villain, and even the incidental threat of the dying creature causing havoc in time is secondary to the emotional keystone of jamie helping two accept death rather than running away. across silent seas has jamie nearly being aged to death and two absolutely losing it. they're both really about age and death and loss, which hits hard for 6b, with jamie's determination to stay with two forever and two's growing realisation that even if jamie doesn't choose to leave or survives their adventures, his lifespan is still going to be far shorter.

the age of ambition

two, jamie, and victoria land at the house of one of victoria's father's friends, only to find he has been trying to reanimate the dead. from the compilation life sciences. this is really a victoria story, probably the defining victoria story for me. it's got backstory, it's got gothic horror/victorian scientific ambition vibes in a similar way to evil of the daleks, it's got victoria character moments. but it's also a really crucial story for jamie, to me. as a character, I don't think jamie never quite forms into the brawny action man stereotype he was originally drafted as - and that's one of the things I love most about him. again he's too much of a caretaker, he's a piper rather than a soldier. he's rarely truly angry, even when he fights he never seems out to cause much actual harm, and you get the sense his protectiveness over his friends wars with this almost inability to do harm. the age of ambition GETS that and pushes it to the extreme, with jamie being unable to fire a killing shot to save his friends, to the point where victoria has to do it herself. it's such a compelling character moment for both of them and their dynamic.

on a pedestal

two, jamie, and victoria travel back to meet william wallace, who jamie idolises. from the compilation the quality of leadership. this is another one that really gets and hones in on a particular nuance of jamie's character - in this case, the strength and rigidity of his morals and sense of responsibility, and his dislike of people who fall short of that. he's faced with the fact that someone he admires was once careless, lax about taking responsibility for their actions even when other people are at risk, and just a bit childish. it shakes him, and he spends much of the story grappling with that. it's such a good look into the qualities that jamie admires versus the ones that he can't stand. but that's balanced out with some very sweet moments (the whole scene with two, jamie, and william wallace going fishing is very fun and again gives a nice little snapshot of two and jamie having this very settled, secure dynamic). AND jamie gets recognised as a basically supernaturally gifted piper which. love to see jamie actually getting to be a musician, love to see him piping without it being the butt of a 'bagpipes suck and everyone hates them' joke.

honourable mentions: that which went away (this is the 'jamie turns into a bear' story I'm always talking about. I do think it has some major issues in terms of weird primitivism, both in terms of the side characters and how it treats jamie, but also. jamie turns into a bear. and two begging him to come back to him is just *chefs kiss*), undercurrents (two vanishes from the tardis and another man mysteriously appears. jamie believes this newcomer has done something to harm two, and very nearly kills him for it. this is one of the few moments where jamie gets really, properly angry and is willing to actually cause harm and I LOVE to see him pushed past the breaking point of his usual moral code), the slave war (two, jamie, ben, and polly in the roman empire. also really good for ben and polly content, but there's some interesting stuff with jamie grappling with the idea of becoming involved in another rebellion, but ending up getting involved anyway)

[devilsflowerr]

I’m coming home - part 2

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) probs inaccurate time frame. brief controlling parents. oral (f and m receiving). Elvis finishing quickly. brief finger sucking. unprotected sex. creampie. fluff at the end(if you squint). nipple sucking?

Y/n anxiously chewed at her fingernails as she stared out her bedroom window. Elvis was supposed to come home today, the last she had spoken to him was when he had called just before he had left Raleigh. The sun was starting to set behind the trees in her yard as her mother called out that dinner was ready. Y/n let out a huff and made her way downstairs and sat at the dining table, putting a small portion of chicken and vegetables on her plate, feeling to nervous to eat.

Y/n slowly ate as her parents eyed her as she played with her food between bites, moving a pea around with her fork as she swallowed down her small mouthful of food. "What's got you looking glum?" Her father spoke, pointing his fork at her as she peered up at him. "Oh, nothing, just not very hung-" Y/n began but was cut off by her mother. "That Presley boy is supposed to be coming home today. I heard it from Susan. The whole town is talking about it." Her mother snarled, y/n dropping her fork on her plate loudly.

"Mom." Y/n warned with a glare towards her mother as her father clicked his tongue against his teeth in realization. "What, sweetie? You know that boy isn't good for you. He's filthy." Her mother spoke with a shake of her head as she cut through her chicken, y/n tapping her fingernail on her cup of water.

"You don't even know him. You never even gave him a chance." Y/n huffed, moving to cross her arms across her chest. Her parents never spoke to Elvis when Y/n brought him around, instead giving him judging glances as they sat at the dinner table. "We don't need need to give him a chance. The way he dresses, the girls around him all the time. Who knows how many girls he was with while he was gone!" Her mother began to raise her voice, interrupting y/n's father as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Mom, that's not true at all! He called me all the time, for hours on end! Hell, You don't know anything." Y/n roared, beginning to stand up before her father banged his fists on the dining table, getting the attention of y/n and her mother. "Enough! Y/n sit down and finish your dinner, you are never to see that boy again or so help me I will rip his throat out. You have to listen to your mother, he's no good!" Y/n's father roared, y/n's jaw clenching as she shook her head.

"I'm suddenly not hungry." Y/n mumbled, storming away from the table and back up to her room, her chest heaving as she slammed her door shut, running her fingers through her hair in frustration as she sat on the corner of her bed and let out a sigh before drawing her attention to her vanity, standing up and walking towards it.

Elvis gripped the steering wheel while the other hand rubbed at his eye before he moved his fingers to the dial on the radio, turning it up so he could hear the song on the radio and not just the rumble of the car, humming along to the music. He looked into the rearview mirror at the sunset, his stomach rumbled slightly, not wanting to stop to get food in hopes of coming home to his girl quicker.

He was nearly at her house, only a block away and his heart racing in excitement. He pressed his foot on the pedal to get their quicker until he saw her driveway. Y/n saw the reflection of headlights in the mirror as she swiped a pink lipstick on her lips. She rubbed her lips together and ran to the window, seeing the car in the driveway, letting out a small squeal before grabbing her purse and running out of her room, the beep of the horn sounding as she ran down the stairs.

"Y/n! Don't you dare!" Her mother warned as her father stood up from the dining table. "If you leave with that boy right now, don't even think about coming home!" Her father threatened through clenched teeth as he watched her open the door, following her. 

Y/n saw Elvis leaning against the hood of his car, his hands in his pockets as he stared off into the distance and chewing on a piece of gum. He turned his head when he heard her kitten heals tapping against the wood of the porch stairs as she ran down them, a smile forming on his face as he stood up straight, her cardigan flapping in the wind as she made her way to him, Elvis meeting her half way before she jumped into his arms.

Elvis wrapped his arms around her, lifting her slightly as he spun her, pressing a hungry kiss to her lips. As he put her down, he pecked her lips as she grabbed his face. "Boy, you have a lot of nerve coming around here!" Y/n's father yelled from the porch, both their heads snapping towards him. "Sir, I-" Elvis began but was cut off. "She's not welcome here anymore, and neither are you!"

Elvis looked at y/n's face as she chewed on her pink lip. "Let's go, Elvis." She muttered, lacing her hands with his as she pulled him towards the car. He let out a sigh and opened the door for her before he ran to the drivers side and turning on the car and driving off. "I missed you, my sweet girl." He spoke, kissing the back of her hand as she grinned at him.

"I missed you too, Elvis. I really did." Y/n spoke softly, taking him in for the first time in almost a month. The way he smiled as he watched the road made her tummy flutter, and the occasional tick of his jaw as he chewed on his gum. "You hungry, honey? Wanna get some dinner?" He peered over at her as they stopped at a red light, pointing at the diner sign down the road.

"Sure, baby, I'll get a milkshake. I ate a little." Y/n shrugged at him. "A milkshake?" Elvis exclaimed, rolling his eyes slightly as the light turned green. "Baby, we are gonna have a feast!" Elvis spoke, pulling into the parking lot of the diner, y/n letting out a giggle as he pulled the key out the ignition. 

Y/n got out the car and Elvis grabbed onto her hand as they walked through the doors of the diner, Elvis walking her to a booth in the back as a waitress walked up to them, handing them menus, Elvis denying them and Elvis immediately ordering a bunch of food as y/n stared at him wide eyed, seeming as if he was ordering two of everything from the menu. 

"Elvis, I can't eat that much." She whispered to him as he shrugged. "And I ain't gonna force you to, I just wanna take care of you, Honey." He spoke to her, a smile creeping onto y/n's lips. "Now, do you wanna tell me what happened back at the house?" Elvis asked her, stroking her hand from across the table. 

"Oh, you know my parents and how they always give me grief for being with you. Talking about how you must've been with other girls and-" "Aw hell, Honey, you know that ain't true." He cut her off, squeezing her hand. "I know, baby, I told them how we always talked. They said if I go with you, not to go home." Y/n mumbled as the waitress slowly placed food on their table, y/n muttering a soft "Thank you."

"My sweet girl, you can stay with me as long as you want. I'll always take care of you." Elvis reassured as y/n nodded at him with a smile, taking a fry and taking a small bite. As they ate as much as they could, they spoke about the tour and the label at RCA that the colonel offered, making jokes in between some of the serious conversations. They stayed in that diner, long after they had eaten, still taking sips of what ever they had left of their milkshakes and colas, they were just happy to be in each others presence again. 

"My apologies, but we are closing up for the night" The waitress spoke, eyeing them both. Elvis pulled out his wallet, placing a wad of cash on the table before they both got up, Elvis opening the door for her as they went back to the car.

"My girl, do you wanna go anywhere else?" Elvis asked her, turning on the engine of his car. Y/n shook her head and smiled at him knowing he must've been tired. Elvis gave her a small nod before he began driving to his house, the comfortable silence filling the air as y/n watched the lights of the town zoom past until he reached his house.

Elvis got out of the car and ran to the passenger door, opening it before y/n could, letting her out before he grabbed onto his bags, walking up the stairs of his porch, one of the lights still on in the house as he opened the door. "Booby, is that you?" Gladys, his mother called out from the dining room. 

"Yeah, mama, I'm home." He responded, dropping the bags to the floor. "Oh, Elvis!" Gladys cried out as she embraced him tight in her arms, Vernon standing up from the dining table, Gladys smashing his cheeks in her hands as Vernon greeted y/n with a small hug. "When did you get to Memphis?" Gladys asked as Elvis pulled away from her and hugged his father.

"Just now, I picked y/n up on the way home." Elvis responded, winking at y/n as Gladys smiled at her. "Are you staying tonight, honey?" She asked y/n who opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Elvis. "She is, mama. She is staying as long as she wants." He spoke as he grabbed onto y/n's hand. "That's wonderful, we love having you around." Gladys smiled, also pinching at y/n's cheek as Elvis shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Thank you, Gladys." Y/n smiled at her with a soft nod. "Oh, are the two of you hungry? I am happy to make the two of you anything" Gladys spoke, pointing to the kitchen as y/n peered at the time, almost going onto midnight. 

"No, mama, I think we just might head up to bed, I'm exhausted." Elvis fake yawned, his free hand covering his mouth as y/n furrowed her brows at him. "Okay, Booby. You two get some rest now." Gladys kissed Elvis cheek as he grabbed his bags, both him and Y/n walking upstairs to his room.

Once the door was shut and Elvis put his bag down, he pressed y/n against his door, his lips crashing against hers, y/n's fingers tangling into his hair as his lips made his way to kiss and bite at her neck, y/n letting out a soft moan of his name, her hands moving to brush off his coat, revealing the lace shirt underneath it.

"I need you so bad." He mumbled against her skin, pressing his growing bulge into her leg as he tried to get closer to her. His hands pulled off her cardigan before he fiddled with the zipper of her dress on her back, pulling it down and watching it fall to the floor, staring at her with his mouth open as he took in her white lingerie, breathing heavy and quick as he felt himself twitch in his pants. "Is this for me?" He panted, his finger tracing her bra strap and the lace. 

"I picked it out just for you." She pouted at him before he pulled his shirt off, y/n undoing his belt and zipper of his pants as he kicked them off, y/n pushing him down onto the bed, his head resting on his soft pillows as she straddled him. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his in desperation as his hands gripped onto her hips, causing her to grind onto him softly.

Elvis groaned into her mouth before he bit at her lip slightly as she pulled her lips from him, her hands moving to undo her bra, throwing it onto the floor, Elvis moving his hands from her hips to her breasts, his thumbs stroking over her pebbled nipples. "Let me suck on them, sweet girl." He whispered, y/n leaning down, his mouth finding her left nipple.

He flattened his tongue against it before giving it a soft flick, y/n letting out a whimper as his hand on her other boob pinched and stroked her nipple, stimulating them both as she ran her hands through his hair, tilting her head back softly in pleasure. Elvis moved to her other nipple, the one he just sucked now being pinched.

"Elvis." She breathed out, pulling away from him as he whined, his fingers now hooking at the waistband of her panties before he felt her wetness with his index finger, bringing it up to her clit and rubbing circles, her hips bucking against her finger, causing her to grind against him again.

"So wet for me. Is this what I was missing while I was gone?" He mumbled, his mouth parting as she continued to grind against him. "I've been so wet for you, Elvis. I always touched myself to the thought of you. Of your cock." She moaned out, her hands going behind her to grip onto his thighs as he bucked up slightly, his eyes rolling back slightly to the thought of her touching herself.

He felt like his skin was on fire, every touch of hers feeling like a shockwave, the sting of his release getting closer from grinding like a horny teenager, his cock twitching almost constantly in his boxers as she bucked her hips against him. But he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. He let out a loud growl as he stopped rubbing her clit, shooting long ropes against himself, a wet patch of white seeping through the material as he bucked his hips up, eyes rolling back into his skull, his head falling back against the pillow as he panted at every rope of cum leaving his body.

Y/n froze on top of him as he groaned out, looking down to see a wet patch forming in his boxers before looking at his dazed face, a pink flush creeping up his cheeks. "Did you just-?" She breathed out, watching as he blinked up at her.

"I-I-I'm so sor-ry, Honey. It just f-felt too good, I couldn't stop it." Elvis rambled, embarrassment flushing his cheeks, his hand covering his eyes as she leaned down and pecked his lips. "Baby, its okay, it's a compliment." She giggled, kissing him once again. "I-I just- I-I-, Give me a few minutes a-and I'll get it back u-up, I promise." He stuttered as y/n moved down his body, pulling down his stained boxers.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Y/n smirked, lapping up the cum that had traveled down his thigh from the force of his orgasm. Elvis watched her with wide eyes, watching her as she licked everywhere but his cock. He felt himself twitch again as she licked a stripe up his cock, moaning at his taste, her tongue catching at his tip of his once again hardening cock. She took as much of him in her mouth as she could fit, cleaning him off as best as she could.

Elvis shuddered, fisting a hand into her hair and pulling her off him. "Come on baby, let me fuck you now." He muttered, flipping her over, his fingers hooking her panting and ripping them off her, causing her to let out a loud gasp. "Elvis! Those were new!" Y/n scolded, leaning up on her elbows as he threw the torn garment behind his shoulder. "I'll buy you new ones." He shrugged, stroking at himself before lining himself up with her.

He let himself go, looking at her glistening pussy in the dim lighting of his room. He leaned down, licking at her slit as she let out a moan, his tongue flicking over her clit, Elvis letting out a whimper at her sweetness. "Elvis, please, I won't last." Y/n whined, bucking up into his face.

He wanted to get her as close as possible, knowing he wouldn't last either due to his sensitivity from his first orgasm. He slipped two fingers inside her, lightly thrusting them in and out of her. "Still so tight for me. Your fingers are too little, huh?" Elvis hummed against her, y/n letting out a cry as he hit the sweet spot inside her. "Nothing compares to you." She cried, pulling at the roots of his hair.

"Please, Elvis." She whimpered, her head thrashing slightly. "Please what?" He teased with another lick at her clit. "Please fuck me! I need you so bad!" She huffed, Elvis slowly pulling away. "Since you asked so nicely." He smirked, slowly pushing his cock into her.

His head fell onto her chest at the feeling of her, let out a breath of air as she bucked her hips up to take him fully.  He maintains a slow rhythm, although his thrusts are deeper and harder, he hushes her when she moans a little too loudly, his pubic bone continuing to hit her clit as he teases his middle and ring finger past her lips, tasting herself on his skin as she sucked on them, her tongue circling around them like she would if she was sucking his cock, as they muffled her moans.

Elvis let out a loud groan, his fingers leaving her mouth and gripping onto his headboard of his bed for leverage, quickening his pace. "I ain't ever gonna leave you alone again, gonna bring you where ever I go." Elvis groaned out, he never wanted to leave her again. He missed her and her pussy too much.

Y/n bit onto his wrist that was next her head on the pillow to stifle whatever noise came out of her. "Oh, my fucking god." She mumbled against his skin of his arm as he moved his hand from the bedhead and played with her clit. "My baby likes it like this, huh?" He growled as she nodded her head with a small hum, his body convulsing as she squeezed around him.

Y/n bucks her hips up to meet his thrusts, Elvis letting out a long moan. Y/n sped up her bucks to get Elvis to move faster, which he does, the headboard slightly tapping the wall as he thrusts faster, slight creaking of the bed mixing into the sounds of their moans. Y/n felt the fire raging in her belly as he hit her g spot with every thrust into her, his own hips beginning to stutter.

"I'm so close, baby." She breathed out, Elvis nodding slightly, his forehead falling against hers. "I can't hold it much longer." He mumbled, kissing her lips, hair now damp with sweat. "I wanna feel you cum in me, Make me yours." She moaned out, letting go as her walls fluttered around him, nails digging into his back, his thrusts becoming uneven as he tethered over the edge, giving her a few more thrusts before stilling inside her.

He shot whatever he had left inside of him, warmth filling her up as they both moaned each others name, Elvis collapsing just beside her as they both panted, his hand moving the hair from her face, pecking at her lips. 

"I'm so sorry for finishing so soon. I really wanted it to last. It's just been too long." Elvis murmured, his thumb caressing her cheekbone as his eyes flickered, taking in her face. "Baby, it's okay. I like to take care of you, you know that." Y/n reassured with another peck to his lips. "I know, I promise next time I'll last longer." He yawned, snuggling closer to her for warmth as she leaned over to turn off the lamp, him still inside her. 

"I love you, Elvis." She giggled, working the blanket up so it covered them, Elvis letting out a soft hum. "I love you too, my sweet girl." He mumbled before a soft snore escaped him. Y/n ran her fingers through his hair, working out any small knots while trying not wake him before she, herself was heavy lidded.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen

@nightmareglitter

Chapter Nineteen

Nancy climbed out of the car, carrying their sleeping cat in her arms. The sun was rising, she noticed as she moved like an emotionless robot towards the salon. They were all drained, but somehow, they made it back to the apartment, hoping that Eddie had made his way home. When they got into the apartment, however, it was still empty. Steve and Nancy plopped down on the couch, staring blankly ahead. She looked at the clock.

"Right about now, Mike's probably on the plane to California," Nancy said.

"Right about now, Eddie would be getting up and trying to make us breakfast," Steve said, and Nancy burst into tears.

"But he always burns it because he always gets distracted talking to Mayhem," Nancy sobbed.

"Shit, Nancy, I'm sorry," Steve said. "I'm such an asshole."

"It's the situation, Steve, not you," Nancy said. "l'd be worse off if you weren't here."

"This doesn't feel real," Steve said, pinching his nose.

Mayhem woke up and mewed sadly. Nancy loosened her grip to let her free, but she stayed right where she was. Nancy's heart was breaking. Mayhem missed Eddie so much. That's when she realized something. Right about now is when Wayne would be coming home, which meant that he would find the body. Suddenly, the phone rang, and the three of them jumped. Nancy jumped up and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Please tell me you know where our boy is. Please, tell me he's there," Wayne's voice came through, and her shoulders slumped.

"No, we haven't. We haven't seen him since he left the game last night. He was supposed to come over for date night after his final deal, but he never came home. When he didn't arrive, we went to the house and we found. . .well, I'm sure you know what we found," Nancy said.

"Yeah, I found her this morning," Wayne said softly. "I had to call the police."

"We've been looking for him all night," Nancy said. "We didn't think to call until now."

"Well, I already called Susan. Told El to sit tight," Wayne said. "Might gather my things and head over to. . . A friend's."

"You mean Claudia," Nancy snorted.

"Damn. You know. Does Eddie know?" Wayne asked.

"Everyone knows, you're not exactly subtle," Nancy said. "And he's very happy for you."

"You should know that the police might come around to talk to you," Wayne said. "One of these fellas accused Eddie of being obsessed with you."

"I'll them that Eddie was with us last night, that he is with both of us," Nancy said.

"Are you sure you want to do that, darling?" Wayne asked.

"It's better than accusing Eddie of being something that he's not. This is who he is," Nancy said. "We just have to find him. We should check on El before we head out again."

"El!" Steve exclaimed, and Nancy looked at him questioningly. "Hopper's cabin."

"Shit. We might know where Eddie is," Nancy said with wide eyes.

"Well, don't tell me. You find him, and you hug him tight for me," Wayne said.

"Will do."

"And Nancy?"

"Yeah."

"You and Steve are good for Eddie. I've never seen him so happy," Wayne said. "Take care."

Nancy hung up the phone and turned to Steve. They moved towards the front door at the same time. Mayhem was waiting for both of them, licking her lips after getting some food and water. Nancy scooped her up and headed outside towards the car. They stopped when they saw Robin leaning against Steve’s car, her bike up against the wall of the salon.

"You were supposed to pick me up early, dingus," Robin said and then stopped when she saw their faces. "What happened?"

"No time, get in the car," Steve said.

When they pulled up to Max's trailer, El and Max were already sitting outside as if they were waiting for them. They immediately moved to climb into the back of the car.

"What has happened?" El asked.

Nancy and Steve shared a look before explaining to them what happened.

"He did not do it," El said firmly.

"We know that, of course we do," Nancy said.

"And you think that he is hiding in my dad's cabin?" El asked.

"We hope so," Nancy said.

"Then let's go," El replied.

They were about to head that way when the walkie under the passenger came to life, and Dustin's voice came out of the speaker.

"This is a code red! Does anyone copy?!" Dustin yelled.

Nancy let Mayhem jump into the back and bent down to pick it up.

"This is Nancy. Over," she said.

"What the hell is going on? I just heard about Eddie! Over!" Dustin exclaimed.

"It's already on the news?" Nancy asked. "Over."

"No. Wayne is over here, cuddling up to my mom. I overheard them when they thought I was asleep. Come pick me up, I want to help look for him. Over!" Dustin hissed.

"There isn't any room in the car. Over," Nancy replied.

"Then someone can sit on someone's lap because you are not looking for Eddie without me! Over!" Dustin yelled.

Steve sighed and waved his hand so she could bring the walkie closer.

"Fine, you shithead! You better be ready! Over!" Steve exclaimed, his fingertips drumming erratically against the steering wheel.

When they pulled up the house, Dustin was already running out the door with Wayne yelling after him. Max quickly pulled El into her lap as Dustin opened the door and slid in. Nancy leaned forward to give Wayne and Claudia a sheepish look as Steve drove off. Mayhem meowed loudly from Robin's lap.

"Oh, you were willing to make room for a cat but not for me?" Dustin asked.

"Mayhem wanted to help look for her Daddy," Steve said in disbelief.

"We really couldn't say no," Nancy said.

"Alright, just fill me in," Dustin said, and they did. "Can we just have one goddamn break?!"

When they pulled up the cabin, Nancy was relieved to see Eddie's van was there. It doesn't mean that he still couldn't have left. Mayhem clung to Nancy's shoulder as she raised her shotgun while creeping towards the front door. She stood in front of the others with Steve as he raised his bat. He used his other hand to open the door, and he was the first to walk in. Suddenly, a figure came flying at him, pinning him to the wall. It was Eddie, and he was trembling all over, his jaw clenched furiously as he glared at Steve with fear in his eyes. He held a beer bottle to his throat.

"Eddie!" Nancy cried out. "Baby, it's Steve! It's just Steve. Our Steve."

Eddie dropped the bottle, his bottom lip trembling as he looked at Steve with glassy eyes. He gripped Steve’s shirt in his hands, and then he collapsed against him, burrowing his head into his neck as he started to cry. Steve clutched him tightly while Nancy moved to cling to his back. The kids and Robin were smart enough to stay back. Although, Nancy noticed out of the corner of her eye that Robin was holding Dustin securely by the back of his neck. It looked like a comforting touch, but Nancy knew better. Mayhem meowed loudly.

"Mayhem?" Eddie asked and pulled away from Steve.

"She was worried about you. We all were when you didn't come home," Nancy said.

"I should have gone straight home, shouldn't I?" Eddie sniffed. "I was afraid of bringing whatever it was back there."

"What happened?" Nancy asked softly.

Mayhem jumped from Nancy's shoulder to Eddie's arms and purred loudly as she snuggled up against him. Eddie sniffed and hugged her tightly as he collapsed on the couch. He didn't talk for a while, just continued to pet Mayhem as he stared off into the distance. Finally, Eddie sighed and started to talk about how nice Chrissy was. . .how troubled she seemed. Then he told them about how he left her alone in the living room to look for the drugs, and when he came back, she was staring blankly ahead. He tried to wake her up, but then she started to float in the air, and he screamed at her as she rose higher.

"It was like there was something in her head," Eddie mumbled.

Then, she was pinned to the ceiling. All the bones in her body were starting to break like someone was squeezing her. Then her eyes - her eyes were just gone and she was gone. Eddie didn't know what to do.

"I just ran. I left her there," Eddie said.

"There was nothing that you could have done, Eddie," Nancy said.

"Why is this happening again?" Eddie asked. "I thought we were done with this bullshit."

"Trust me, we wanted to be done with it too," Nancy said. "We're going to figure this out."

"You haven't sensed anything at all. Have you, El?" Dustin asked.

"I have not. My powers are still gone," El frowned. "I am sorry that you had to watch Chrissy die like that, but I am glad you are okay."

"Come here, kid," Eddie muttered and pulled his sister into a tight hug.

For a while, they all sat in silence as they thought about what to do. Meanwhile, Eddie was shaking as he sat on the couch, and he looked meaningfully at Nancy.

"They're going to pin this on me, aren't they?" Eddie asked.

"No, I think Nancy has a plan for that, don't you?" Robin asked. "Nance?"

"You're not going to like it," Nancy said.

"Is it going to be worse than being framed for a murder I didn't commit?" Eddie asked.

"Well, no," Nancy said.

"Then lay it on me, sweetheart," Eddie said.

"We're going to have to go back home because I'm pretty sure the cops will be stopping by there soon, anyway. We have to tell them that you were there with us all last night, that we're all together," Nancy said.

"Nope, no way. I'm not doing that to you guys," Eddie said.

"Eddie, there are already rumors about us, and we need the cops out of the way while we're dealing with this," Nancy said. "I'm willing to face that truth for you."

"Me too. We love you," Steve said and cupped his face.

Eddie sighed and leaned into his touch. Steve brushed his thumb over his cheekbone.

"Okay, okay. Fine. Where do we start?" Eddie asked.

"Well, first we drop everyone off, and then we go home. I kind of need a nap anyway. We've been looking for you all night," Nancy said.

"You have?" Eddie asked with wide eyes. "Shit, yeah, let's go."

Dustin protested loudly until Max pinched his ear, and then he shut up. They dropped off the kids at the Hendersons and then Robin at her house before driving back to the apartment. Meanwhile, Eddie pouted the entire time back about not seeing Wayne with Claudia.

"It was your uncle who told us not to tell you where you were," Nancy said.

"I guess I'm tired too," Eddie sighed.

He set Mayhem down as soon as they walked into the apartment. He took off his shoes and jacket before flopping down on the bed. Nancy rolled her eyes before stripping him of his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

"Take off your shirt, I want to wear it," Nancy said.

"Yes, my queen," Eddie said and took off his Hellfire shirt.

Nancy stripped all the way down and quickly pulled on the shirt before climbing into bed with Eddie. Steve stripped down to his boxers and climbed in behind Eddie's other side. It wasn't long before they were all sleeping. Nancy wasn't sure what time it was when she heard the knock on the door but it felt like it had been several days.

"I'll get it," she mumbled and rubbed sleep from her eyes as she climbed out of bed.

When Nancy opened the front door to the Salon, Chief Powell and Officer Callahan stood before her.

"Uh, is this a bad time, Miss Wheeler?" Chief Powell asked.

"No, not at all. What's the problem?" Nancy asked.

"Your mother said you would be here. Do you think we can talk inside?" Callahan asked, trying not to look at what she was wearing, which was practically nothing except Eddie's shirt.

"Sure, come on up," Nancy said with a smile and welcomed them into the living room. "Do you gentlemen want anything?"

"No, ma'am, thank you. We came to ask you a few questions about Eddie Munson," Powell said.

"What about Eddie?" She asked.

"We were curious if you knew his current whereabouts?" Powell asked.

"Considering how obsessed he is with you, we thought you might know," Callahan said and Powell sighed.

"Of course, I know where Eddie is," Nancy giggled. "And I should hope he's obsessed with me."

"You hope he's obsessed with you?" Powell asked.

"Well, he is my boyfriend," Nancy said.

"Your boyfriend? Your mother said you live here with your boyfriend, Steve," Powell said.

Nancy thought about it for a moment. When was the last time she slept at the house? Most of her things were here, and more often than not, she called this place home rather than Steve’s apartment. Did she accidentally move in here without realizing it?

"Yeah, that's true," Nancy said.

"They're both your boyfriends?" Callahan asked.

"We're all together, officers," Eddie's voice came from the other room.

Nancy watched as her boyfriend came out of the bedroom butt ass naked. The cops looked anywhere else except at Eddie.

"Jesus Christ," Powell said.

"Eddie?! What have I told you? Our siblings have keys to our place. They could have walked in at any moment," Nancy scolded.

"Sorry, dear," Eddie said and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch. "What seems to be the problem, officers?"

"Where were you last night?" Powell asked.

"Wearing both of my partners out pretty well last night. They still wanted to do date night even after the game," Eddie said. "Well, we went a few rounds last night and we didn't fall asleep until early this morning."

Steve stumbled out of the bedroom rubbing sleep from his eye and wearing Nancy's fuzzy pink bathrobe.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Jesus, they do look exhausted," Callahan said.

"I would appreciate it if you would keep this quiet. I mean, you know how the people in this town are," Nancy winced.

"Bunch of judgemental assholes," Callahan snorted.

"Seriously, what's this about?" Steve asked.

"Chrissy Cunningham was found dead in your house this morning," Powell said.

"Jesus," Eddie said, his face going pale as he remembered the events of last night.

"Was anyone there who could have seen what happened?" Powell asked. "We know that your sister was at a sleepover and your uncle was at work."

"Honestly, she did come to me for drugs earlier today because she wasn't sleeping very well, and I told her that I wasn't going to be doing that anymore. I think she said she was having problems with her boyfriend. Anway, I have two jobs now. I work at Thatcher's Tire and at the music store. I'm trying to do better things for myself now. I'm even in a pretty secure relationship now, and I'm trying not to fuck this up. I don't want to be like my dad," Eddie said. "You know, by myself with no one that really gives a shit about me. There's nothing in the world that I would do to fuck up this little family that we got. I mean, we even have a cat. You can ask any of my teachers, I'm trying harder than ever before to graduate. It's all thanks to these two. Man, they make me want to be a better version of myself."

It was so beautifully honest that it made Nancy and Steve tear up.

"Oh, Eddie," Nancy sniffled. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Eddie said and caught Nancy as she threw herself at his chest.

Meanwhile, Steve came up behind Eddie and kissed his cheek. Mayhem meowed loudly and slithered in between their legs. Nancy could feel their eyes watching them, but she didn't care.

"If there's anything else, I think I want to thank Eddie for saying such sweet things," Nancy said. "Unless you want to see how this works."

"How do you - "

"Callahan!" Powell scolded.

"Well, sometimes they come at me from both sides. Sometimes, I take turns riding each of them. Sometimes, I just sit in the corner and watch while I tell them what to do as they fuck each other. I like to touch myself when they do that," Nancy said honestly.

"I apologize for Officer Callahan," Powell said, looking rather embarrassed. "It seems like you guys have a pretty airtight alibi."

Powell quickly pushed him out the door with a scowl.

"I wasn't asking as a pervert! I just wanted to know the mechanics. How would that even work, you know?" They heard Callahan asked.

"You're a dumbass, Phil," Powell said.

They listened as their squabbling voices disappeared out the door, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. They peaked out the window and watched as the police car drove away.

"Now what?" Eddie asked.

"So, you guys want to move in with me?" Steve asked, causing Eddie and Nancy to slowly look at him.

Chapter Twenty

[sunny-mercya]

Feverish Dance

Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader

Masterlist

On your voyage to find Aslan again and help Caspian dethroning his Uncle and bringing peace to Narnia—freeing the land from Miraz clutches—you had come across an abandoned Castle. By the looks of the size from it, it probably has once belonged to an Earl or Duke. Now for the time being, how ever long this will be and take. this would be your new provisional home.

Susan, Lucy and you ventured through another section of the castle. Long empty hallways and corridors, forgotten and dusty. Most of the rooms had been barricaded or locked, making it hard to find a open one—a one for use.

When sunset had begun every so slowly, dunking the lands with an orange hue—kissing it good night—you three had found another room, which was unlocked. A ballroom, a grand one—where all dreams of the nights could come true—once a magnificent place, but now filled with cobwebs lingering over the furniture with it's muddy, decaying and damp spots. Signs of being not used over the centuries, decades perhaps even.

«Imagine all the grand grandiose banquets which had been held in here!» mused Lucy with excitement out, skipping further into room and touching one of the silk like robes—now shredded with holes in it by moths—and swings it around with a twirl.

«Don't touch too much in here Lu, you might could get sick.»

«Oh Susan, where would all the fun be, when we don't and risk a bit,»

You snickered a bit at Lucy's reply. Deciding to explore the room like her too. You had to agree with Lucy, this ballroom here had probably witness a endless festival night after night, when the castle—perhaps even the years itself—had been in its glory.

~~~

The last bit of Sun-rays peeked through the cloud filled sky, through the windows and into the room. The natural light was still enough to see without any extra light source, though Susan had already begun to lit up some torches.

Despite your excitement, your adventurous rush of curiosity you had—while rummaging through the chests and the mostly covered furniture, getting more than once off track distracted by Lucy—who started at one point to play pretend, telling possible stories of how festive the nights in here could've been—you felt a constant pull of exhaustion tugging at your body.

Like a demanding child the exhaustion keeps tugging at you and bringing your body into a sluggish waving. Feeling heavy with muscles aching, ready to take a nap everywhere and anywhere even when it would be on the hard ground.

A lingering feeling, one of the kinds you couldn't describe, deep down in the core—the far back—of your body and mind, like a minimal headache—which pounds on your skull as if it was a door and till it feels like your skull would crack apart, splitting into two like bread but with crunch to it.

Lucy watches you with concern, once you stopped in your tracks with whatever you were about to do. Standing completely still like a statue, looking off into empty spaces.

Your complexion, perhaps it was because of the torchlights flickering flames and the last few sun ray's, looked more pale—ashen even—than it should be. The way you rubbed over your face, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, were clear signs for Lucy that you weren't feeling all that well at all.

«Are you feeling alright [Name]?» Lucy asked with concern, a bit hesitantly. She didn't got a answer right away, not verbal at least. Susan gave her sister a questionable eyebrow raise, not sure herself if she would wait the situation out or get Edmund—preferable, since the two of you has a close connection—and the others.

«I'm fine, Luce. Just a bit of a headache» you mumbled it more, incoherently, than you intended to, but your mouth and tongue felt like cotton.

A groan left your lips, dry they felt now and no amount of licking over them would help it. Goosebumps racked through your body, tingling your spine, as flashes of cold and warmth at the same came over you.

«You should sit down [Nickname],» Lucy feared it might have been the small wound, which you have acquired on the way, being infected now. Though the last time they checked over it, mere hours ago at the crack of dawn, it seemed nothing to worrisome. Trying to persuade you to sit down, to take a break.

Lucy couldn't comprehend the next minutes within. Standing there and the next you twirled and spun her through the room.

«Do you hear this Lucy?»

«No? What do you hear?»

«The music! Oh, Lucy! Those wonderful music, I haven't heard in so long!»

Your eyes brimmed with tears, laughing carefree, having longed to hear such wonderful music and brought your heart into a joyful burst.

Ever since the start of the War, ever since Great Britain is been targeted of German bombing, you weren't able to listen to the music—from a long forgotten decades—you loved so much in so long and at all. A rarity it had been.

Missed to dance to it, as your practices had been cut short to the bare minimum, twirling through the room like there was no tomorrow, to their fast—sometimes slow—uplifting, joyfully—romanticisation, theatrical and deeply sorrow filled—sonority.

Oh, this was Mozart's Alla Turca. Offenbachs Overture to Orpheus next and then, Tchaikovskys Trépak.

You loved them all, loved every single piece.

~~~

When Susan had come to get him, telling him that you weren't feeling well, Edmund hadn't expected it to be like this. He once had read, in one of the history books out of boredom, about the Dance Plague from 1518 and somehow this reminds Edmund of you—your current doing as if you had this ominous mysterious plague caught yourself.

Edmund saw you dance more than once. He knew every single steps of the waltzes and choreographies you had done, had went to every practices, recitals and performance you did. Had been your partner for these every so often.

There were only a few, handful of people—Edmund being one of them—which could keep up with your fast-spacing dashing of dancing—like a lightning you could and would twirl around, jumping high like stars in the night sky and being a hurricane like storm and yet, so gentle and delicately at the same time—and catching you seemed a impossible task.

You had letting go of Lucy, who felt nauseous from so much dancing—even though she loved it as much as you—long ago and she watches you with still presenting amaze, even though she too had been to your practices more than once.

«Ed! Ed! Come and dance with me! Brahms Hungarian Dance had always been one of my favourite» you had taken hold of your boyfriends hands, waltzing with him through the room and getting faster with the passing seconds.

Perhaps you were getting sick, having catch a possible flu. Perhaps it is the nervousness and stress or perhaps, you finally have lost your mind all at once—like one of your distant aunts.

But the music is so wonderful and magnificent. You couldn't stop, wouldn't, even when your muscles were aching so painful and burning like fire.

To dance was like the blood in your veins. Needed to make your body function, to keep you alive.

Then, the above, seemed to tip and darkness crashed over you.

~~~

Edmund daps the sweat from you forehead, keeping your face cool with a cold dunked cloths. A high fever you had, making you squirming uncomfortable on the bed.

In your moments of being wake, you mumbled incoherently gibberish, smiling and telling Edmund about moon and stars before dozing off again.

A relief it was that your wound didn't infected itself, as far as they could tell. So you being current bedridden with a fever was indeed, probably, because of nothing but stress.

Funny, just—in sense of earth time, since Narnia's time goes and pass differently—hours ago you had treated one of Edmunds scraps, which he had gotten during his and Peter's small fight with others boys and now it was him to take care of you.

A groan came over your lips, turning more onto your side, bleary open your eyes and glancing at Edmund.

«Tea Time........noon......Tchaikovsky....»

«Sure love, after some naps»

«....with em...?»

«If you want,»

Edmund laid next to you on the bed, taking you in his arms. For someone with a high fever, you felt icy cold. He pulls you even closer, humming a bit of a tune—one of the nursery ones—hand racking through your hair, ever so softly—like you would do to him, when he has one of his anger bursting days—when you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

«When you feel better,» a kiss to the crown of your hair he gives you,

«we could dance one of those waltzes you like so much, just you and me love» Edmund gave you another kiss, this time on the lips. Closing his eyes and slowly he too, drifts into the world of dreams.

~~~

«Ed's soo smitten with [Nickname], I told you he has a soft spot» snickers Lucy—leaving the part "for him" out and keeping it for herself—quietly closing the door and walking away.

«Luce, they're both are.» corrects Peter, walking with her.

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SCREAMING!! That Billy fic was so freaking good, I have to agree with the last person the subtle reassurance he was giving was soooo mf nice.

The “I’ve got you angel.” And “I know I know.”😩

If you’re actually taking requests I would love to see some hurt/comfort where Billy is actually the one comforting reader. An argument gone too far when billy makes a comment he definitely shouldn’t have, causing his girlfriend to start crying. Immediate guilt. I don’t want reader to give into his consoling immediately but…eventually they just cling to him and tell him not to say that ever again. 🫠

Holy crap my first ever request. Thank you so much Anon for not only the prompt but your lovely feedback. I started working on this at 5am this morning and looking over the first draft I went way too hard with Mean!Billy and had to significantly pull it back, because I sure as hell wouldn't have forgiven him. Maybe that's another fic for another time. I hope I did your prompt justice.

Warnings: Explicit language, underage drinking, mean girls.

When The Party's Over.

Billy is in a shitty mood and has been all week, you've tried to get him to talk about what's wrong only to be shot down each time, you even go so far as to ask Max. 

"He's the same douchebag he's always been, maybe you're just noticing it for the first time." She had deadpanned.

You had hoped things would get better at the weekend, neither of you had school or work, his dad and Susan were away, Max was staying with Jane, you could finally spend some time together. 

Billy, it seems, has other ideas.

"Tommy Hagan has a free house tonight." He told you when you turned up at his place early evening on Saturday to find him knee deep in Aramis and Aqua Net.

"Meaning?" You ask perching on the edge of the bed, flipping through one of his many nudie mags, just for something to do. 

"A party." He says obviously, twisting his front curls into definition, eyeing you from the mirror.

"I thought we could maybe spend some time together tonight?" You hated how unsure you sounded, but Billy's attitude the past few days had thrown you for a loop.

"Yeah we can, at the party." He answered absentmindedly, whilst blasting another hairspray related hole in the Ozone layer.

  You had hoped things were looking up on route to Tommy's place, Billy had held your hand the entire drive, and reassured you that you'd do something together tomorrow.

The minute you both stepped foot inside the bustling house however, he dropped your hand instantly, hailing Tommy who was busy setting up multiple kegs.

You followed Billy through the crowd like a lost sheep, being jostled in his wake.

"Hargrove you fucking made it man!" Tommy calls out loutishly, chucking a can of beer at Billy which he catches adeptly, breaking it open and chugging down at an alarming rate.

Billy must have sensed you watching him.

"You want one?" He asks you loudly over the music, taking another two cans.

"No I'm good, I'll get a glass of punch or something." You say, pointing back towards the kitchen, expecting him to follow you but all he does is nod, turning back to continue talking to Tommy.

Ordinarily Billy wouldn't leave you alone at a party for a single second, he would always be touching you in some way; an arm around your shoulders or waist, hand on the small of your back, pulling you down to sit on his lap, pressing heated kisses to your neck.

You try to ignore your building feelings of hurt, reassuring yourself that he just needed to let off steam for a minute.

Carol Perkins and Nicole Smith were by the punch bowl when you got there, you hated them, a walking, talking pair of John Hughes clichés, spoilt and mean.

"Y/n! Oh my god, hi, we were just talking about you!" Carol says in a tone of fake delight as she spots you.

"You were?" You ask in confusion, sipping at your drink.

"Mhm, we think it's so cute how you trail around after Billy, like a little puppy." She simpers, with a malicious little grin. "Especially when everyone else can see that he doesn't want you around." She pulls a mock sad face, Nicola snorts, and you resist the urge to throw the punch in her piggish face.

"Well as ever it's been great talking to you Carol." You say with a sarcastic smile, but her words stung you as turned heel heading back towards Billy, who was doing a keg stand.

He straightened up howling like a wolf to the cheers of everyone around him, you push through the crowd gathered, trying to force a smile as he turns to you.

“You see that shit? New record!” He shouts into your ear.

 

It’s an hour later and Billy is getting more and more wasted, the look of self-destruction bright in his eyes. You're sat miserably on a sofa watching helplessly but after another catty comment sent your way by Carol you decide you’ve had enough, you approach him gingerly as he chugs two beers at once.

“Billy?” You say, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asks absentmindedly, barely acknowledging you, laughing raucously at something Tommy has just said.

“Can we go?” You ask quietly, it gets his attention, he rounds on you looking confused, face flushed with alcohol.

“We just got here.”

You bite your lip, feeling severely uncomfortable, Carol giving you the stink eye from over his shoulder.

“I know, I just - I’m not feeling well.” You stammer, fingernails digging into your clammy palms.

“Ok so go home, I’ll see you later.” He responds flatly, your mouth is oddly dry as he turns away once more.

“Without you?” You say in a small voice, tugging slightly on his shirt like a child.

He huffs loudly.

“Jesus, Y/n, you’re killing my buzz here, would you just go.” He says harshly.

  You take a step back, feeling your bottom lip tremble, having never been on the receiving end of Billy’s temper before. Carol and Nicola snigger nastily behind their hands, tears blind you and you bolt, legs carrying you quickly out onto the cold street. 

You hear rapid footfalls immediately chasing after you.

“Sunshine!” Billy calls, you flinch at the nickname. "Sunshine would you just stop for a second?!" 

“Don’t call me that!” You shout, rounding on him. “I was wrong about you Billy, everyone is right you are an asshole.” Glaring at him, eyes stinging, hands shaking.

“I'm sorry.” He says weakly, you’ve hit him where it hurts in retaliation but can’t bring yourself to feel sorry. “I don’t know why I told you to go, that’s the last thing I want.”

“I do. It’s just like Carol and Nicola said, you don’t want me.” You say, desperately trying to keep your voice level but failing miserably.

“What? No that’s not true, it’s the exact opposite baby.” He reaches out with placating hands and pleading eyes.

“So why do you keep pushing me away?” You sob, hugging yourself around the middle.

“Because I'm a fuck up, and a jerk, and you’re right an asshole. I don’t deserve you.” He says heavily.

“You’ve been distant with me all week, if you want to break up with me Billy just save us both some trouble and do it now.” You mumble, staring resolutely at the ground, mostly hoping it would open up and swallow you whole.

“Break up with you? Angel, I - I fucking love you.” That gets your attention, eyes snapping to his, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I know I don’t say it enough but you mean everything to me.” He says softly.

You desperately want to burrow into his arms, but his dismissal of you still stings, honing in on your biggest insecurities. You weren’t anything special, you knew that, not compared to the Heather Holloway’s of the world; and fucking Carol always getting under your skin stoking the idea that one day Billy would just up and leave.

“You really hurt me.” You say shakily, “Please don’t ever say something like that again unless you really want me to go, because I can’t do this a second time.” You plead.

“Never, ever.” He promises, caressing your face, gazing intently into your eyes.

You sniffle loudly, finally allowing him to fold you into his arms. “I’m so sorry I made you cry baby.” He apologizes, pressing kiss after kiss to the top of your head. 

“You scared me.” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him, clinging hard to his back.

“I know, I know.” He rocks you gently, before tilting your face up to kiss you softly. “But I'm not letting you go angel, ever.”

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Al and Lucifer would totally be messed in different ways, but I could really see Lucifer becoming more confident and happy with all the support he'd get. He'd still feel othered and different, but he'd have multiple people that care about him because of himself, not who he is or what he represents. (AKA he feels comfortable being a little Silly kinda like Charlie. Also he'd TOTALLY make little ducks of everyone)

Rosie's cannibal colony would gain even more protection and likely be even safer with people knowing that it was protected not just by her (and Alastor? They seem close enough in the show that he'd help if she asked) but now by all 4 of them. Maybe the folks staying at the hotel would take field trips there to get accustomed to nonviolence/higher levels of politeness?

LOVE the idea that Rosie and Lucifer would get to just chill and relax. They'd totally have their Old Godsip moments but I bet they'd also be able to chill with tea and stuff xD i bet there would be a moment early on where Lucifer sees how soft (mostly?) Alastor is around Rosie and that's when he's like "yeah, this will work out :)"

Also just...

Lucifer: I'm sorry I haven't been there for you during the last 7 years, I want to help make up for my distance, if you'll let me

Charlie: :)!

Lucifer: you shall never feel parentless again, because guess what? Now you have 4 parents!

Charlie: ?!

I went to sleep and now I woke up and now I am extra appreciative you talk with me about it xD &lt;3

Oh absolutely!! It will still not erase all the trauma and Hell is still will be hell, but having people that support him and is there for him helps tremendously!! (speaking of insecurities, I would imagine Lucifer might also feel like the rug will be pulled under him and he is a bother to people, but unlike Al, he will pull away, giving them space... too much space just in case they are starting getting done with him!!)

(now I need the secret insecurities from Rosie and Lilith, come on, girls, one of you def have something you are still torn about!!)

Man I love Cannibal Town, despite being blood thirsty, they are all so chill and polite and I am 99% sure them eating each other is consensual!! And Lucifer really likes the vibes from this place, he can deal with flash eating, it's the lesser of the evils XD

kIHHJ Imagine Lucifer meets Rosie for the first time with Alastor around. They were JUST bickering about something silly, so seeing him so lax with someone would be a Suprise xD He would suspect her being as sadistic, but NOPE she is cheerful and kind, but have teeth😏

I imagine Rosie and Alastor are the gossip girls, loving discussing the fresh dirt and news. Lucifer might not be as hungry for fresh gossip, but it's entertaining throwing a snarky comment or two. Plus with how out of touch he is with his people, having Rosie who would just lay him things as they are is nice! I just love this whole ruling mess cause despite everything Lucifer is the head honcho, but Lilith is a strong figure and then we'll have Alastor and Rosie, who are like councillors and executers XD

Also I NEED the shared 'Ugh, Susan' moment between the all four of them XD

Lucifer: CHARLIE, your mom is back!!

Lilith: :)

Charlie: :O :D!!!

Lucifer: Also these bitches are too your mom and dad now!! *pulls Alastor and Rosie out of his pocket*

Rosie: :D

Alastor: AhA! So you admit it after all.

Lucifer: Do NOT make me put you back into the pocket!

Charlie: O___O