#so i watched all dogs go to heaven and it scared the shit out of me

[newfeeling77]

i was looking thru boxes at my grandma’s and i found an afghan that i got in a care package from the JCC when i was 8 and in the hospital for a week. i assumed it got thrown out like most of my stuff after my parents died :( its so much smaller than i remember lol

[eyesofshinigami]

Eddie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, very very mild sexual content (blink and miss it)

Prompt: For @lihhelsing "Love is helping them unwind after a rough day"

WC: 852

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 19

Eddie knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as he woke up. He managed to stub his toe twice on the way to the shower. His waffles got burnt in the toaster and they were out of syrup. He missed the bus by a minute, watching it drive away from the stop just as he ran up to it. It started raining while he was waiting for the next bus, so of course he got drenched.

He hoped that it had ended there, but no. Eddie got to work fifteen minutes late due to a traffic jam, wet and hungry and already done with today. His boss yelled at him and put him on tape-sorting duty, marking down the new shipment of tapes. Of course, halfway through, his pen exploded and covered him and the sheet he was using, so he had to start over.

By the time the end of his shift had rolled around, Eddie was tired, had a headache the size of Montana, and he was ready to throw himself into the void. Mack, the other guy on shift, patted him on the back and all it did was make his skin crawl. 

The journey home wasn’t much better. The bus was late again, and Eddie couldn’t find a seat so he had to stand. The bottom of his sneaker apparently acquired a random hole and he had to walk back to their apartment with wet socks.

Eddie was done. He was so fucking done that all he wanted to do was crawl into the bed and cry until he couldn’t anymore. He also hoped that Steve wasn’t home yet from work; he was scared that something bad would happen, like they would end up arguing or not speaking to each other.

What Eddie didn’t expect was to come home to a house that smelled a little like heaven. It was warm and he called out, “Steve? That you?” 

“Yup! In the kitchen!”

Eddie toed off his shoes and stripped out of his still damp jacket and hung it up on the rack. He still felt really keyed up from the day he had, so he steeled himself against his own feelings and headed into the kitchen. 

Their table was set. A lasagna was cooling in the center, set on a potholder right next to a spray of daisies. Two beers were set beside their plates, still cold enough that condensation was gathering on the glass. 

Steve himself is dressed in comfortable clothes, bent over the oven and pulling out what looked like cheesy garlic bread. Fuck, if it wasn’t all of Eddie’s favorite things wrapped up in one beautiful little scene. “Hey! I must have timed it just right!”

Eddie felt tears starting to gather in his eyes. “How… how did you know?”

Steve set the garlic bread down on the stove and pulled off his oven mitts before he reached up to cup Eddie’s cheek. “I heard you this morning. And then Mack called me before you left, saying you’d had a pretty shit day. So… I got home a little early and wanted to surprise you with something good.”

Okay, yeah, Eddie was absolutely going to cry now. “For me?”

“Of course, baby. After dinner, I figured we could take a bath together and I could wash your hair? Then we could crawl into bed and watch that new Beetlejuice movie? I grabbed it on the way home.”

“Steve… that…” It sounded incredible. It was perfect. So why was Eddie blubbering like he’d just been told his dog died? 

But Steve, wonderful, beautiful Steve, seemed to just understand. “Because you deserve it. You had a bad day, and I just wanted to make it better. You’d do the same for me, have done it in the past. Let me take care of you, okay?” 

What else could Eddie do but nod?

Dinner was delicious, Eddie ate until he couldn’t anymore, realizing he’d forgotten to eat lunch in the midst of the rest of his terrible day. He listened to Steve talk about what he’d done that day, letting his boyfriend’s words wash over him. 

The bath was just as nice. Even if they were two grown men, they managed to squeeze themselves into their tiny tub. It was ridiculous, but it made Eddie laugh and he felt light for the first time since he’d woken up that morning. Steve had washed his hair, took his time rubbing conditioner through Eddie’s curls, and then it ended up with them wrapping hands around each other’s cock and Eddie panting into Steve’s mouth.

Fuck, but he loved this man so much. 

Loose from the bath and from his orgasm, Eddie crawled into bed with Steve and curled up as the movie started.

“Love you, Eds,” Steve murmured, kissing the top of his head. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table to fast forward through the previews.

Ed smiled into Steve’s collarbone. The day might have started pretty fucking awful, but Steve had turned it right around. Now, it felt like the best day ever.

[bowieandqueen11]

Just A Second / Tommy Miller Imagine

Request: Just saw your post about Tommy requests!! Could you please please please write something with him and Joel doing some construction work for the reader and Tommy’s barely working for flirting with the reader instead? Thank you so much 💜

Awww please this is too sweet I love it!!

Also sorry I’ve included ma’am, if you’d like it to be g/n please let me know and I’ll change it/ post a separate one without it!

If you enjoy this one, please let me know as it really does help to keep me creating, and please send in your own ideas for the Last of Us!! 

Warning: some language and sexual allusions!

(I do not own the Last of Us or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @acecroft.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Joel didn’t think his sighs could get any louder, but he was about to prove himself wrong.

From where he’s leaning hands and knees on the floor, pulling up old patches of fraying moth-damaged cream carpet by himself, he has an extraordinarily good view of his brother. He peers underneath the side of his elbow and emits a sigh loud enough to be heard in the high heavens at the state of him. Ever since the two of them had signed onto this minor contract a few days ago, the man had hounded your side like a panting dog every chance he got. Even now, more than six hours into his workday, he was leaning as flirtatiously as he could against your kitchen doorway, letting out one of his ‘charming’ throaty laughs at something you had said. With his boot resting against the frame, and his hips pushed out so the top of his back is slammed awkwardly against the wall, he looks as if he’s holding the whole world in the palms of his hands.

As bitter as Joel wants to feel, the resentment can’t quite reach the inner chords of his heart. The Miller brothers were notoriously terrible when it came to love: with his wife gone, and Tommy often away too often for romance to even come into the picture, most nights usually ended with Sarah sandwiched between uncle Tommy and Joel on the sofa, the three of them watching cheesy 80s action movies and sharing round a carton of ice cream. Tommy had never been one for really getting onto the dating scene, but by god had Joel never seen his brother look so delirious. So giddy. So lovestruck. In all honesty, it kind of scared him. It was the same overjoyed look he had when he held Sarah for the first time: that same hopeful glint that seemed to drown him from the inside out, the kind that promised nothing else in life would ever matter as long as he got to love this person till the end of time. It was thrilling, and electrifying but also overpowering. All consuming.

He supposes he just doesn’t want to see his brother hurt if he ever loses that look.

The sweat beads on his forehead as his face contorts and he comes back to himself, cursing his brother with all the chance words he could think of in his head. He swears to god, he doesn’t think Tommy has even looked anywhere except at your eyes, or down to your lips and back, within the last hour or two. Every single time Joel quickly jogged past to chug some water and get back to it, or to rummage through the tool box to find the right size nail, Tommy would swat his brother in the stomach if he thought his mouth was opening to interrupt him. Joel sighs again when he looks up at the clock hanging up on the wall at the start of the staircase, nestled in between slightly crooked pictures of you, and what he could only guess to be your family, on holiday at some shore. The hands read 3:15.

‘Shit’, he murmurs to himself. He bites his bottom lip as he speeds up, fast enough that his fingers start to shake red with the effort. ‘If I’m late to pick up Sarah one more damn time she might just move in with those nutso neighbours. At least they got cookies. All I’m bringing home is a dumbass.’

Sadly for Joel, you had retreated back towards the front door to collect the mail, leaving Tommy alone and swinging his wrench around in his hand for a moment. For a second, he was too busy smiling giddily to himself and watching the back of your head walking away to notice the fuming sentiments of his brother. Only for a second, though.

‘Hey, I can hear you!’ 

Joel waves a hand at him, leaning back to rest on the heels of his feet. ‘Oh, spare me- if I have to hear one more damn joke about how you spend your days doubled over and ‘drenched in sweat’’, he brandishes the crowbar he’s using generally towards his brother, whose hands are out at his sides in mock outrage, ‘I swear I might just lose my goddamn mind.’

‘Far too late for that’, Tommy manages to mutter to himself. The suave fudger, as soon as he sees you turn back towards him the mockingly bitter look on his face is straight back into the sunniest smile, bright enough to rival the warm glow of a thousand fireflies on a blooming spring night. He wipes his chin with the back of his hand.

‘Well ma’am, as I was saying, this here you see... uh, this one here is a pry bar. If you get it in there it can, uh, it can really remove the trim, but you got to get right there - right in the action. Right down on your knees, down and dirty with it-’

Joel tears up another edge of the carpet a little too roughly, and both your heads swivel round to look at him: yours, a curious glance, as if you’d forgotten he was there. Tommy’s was more of a... well, let’s just say, it was more of a stern glare than a brotherly look. Joel ignores him, shaking his head and leaning back down heavily on his knees to shake his wrists out.

‘Tommy, you wanna give me a hand here?’

‘Uh... yeah, in just a second. Anyway, if you want me to teach you how to use this thing and save a little money in the future with some good ol’ fashioned DIY, I’m sure I have a second or two-’

‘Yeah, just a second is right. Tommy, we gotta go. Excuse us ma’am.’ Joel stands and makes to tap at the watch on his wrist, looking down in confusion at the bare skin, forgetting for a moment that he had left on his bed side table last night as it had begun to run slow. He clicks his tongue, walking over to his brother to grab his arm and nearly haul the poor dopey fool away from your side. He manages to shake him off, not wasting any time in coming to linger in front of you again; his chest puffs out, rising with a sombre breath past the edges of his rust coloured denim shirt, as if he’s about to say something desperate. Yet the words seem to catch him in the back of his throat, jamming up and trying to claw their tendrils out past his teeth, and yet he just freezes. For the first time in his life, he looks terrified as he stands there with mouth agape and whiskey eyes widening in front of your bewildered face. In the end, he seems to droop, and instead resigns himself back to a night of sitting up with Sarah and Joel if he was lucky, or out prowling around the downtown area if he still felt so disconsolate and out of sorts.

‘Well, some other time then ma’am.’ He smiles fondly down at you, wistfulness in every word despite not having even left your line of sight yet. He tips his head down in a courteous, yet sorrow filled half nod before he tries to saunter nonchalantly over to join his brother in collecting up all the tools he had barely even touched that day. Joel manages to stack up his boxes into the cradles of his arms before his brother’s even done talking, and is already heading off towards the door with a final nod goodbye at you; whether he was really done first, or his brother was just lollygagging to spend more time with you, well - oh heck, he knew rightly Tommy was dawdling around, pretending to fiddle with a few wrenches and checking his measuring tape was still extending just because he didn’t want to leave your company. If he couldn’t muster the courage to just ask you out right there and then, well, maybe luck would find some other way for these things to come about.

Eventually, though, he did have to leave, if only to stop Joel from honking the truck horn for the hundredth time. He seems to be leaning on the horn now, and even you were peering anxiously outside and scanning your neighbours’ houses to see if any waving fists had erupted from front doors yet. Taking the queue, he heads to make out, but before his foot can even step onto your porch you’ve run up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. 

‘Mr Miller! Mr Miller! Wait a second- please!’

Joel can’t see much from where he’s leaning against the steering wheel; from what he can gather, you seem to have gripped onto his brother’s shoulder and turned him back around to face you. He looks surprised, but it takes pretty minimal persuasion for hun to be led back to your torso. Without letting go of the bunched fist against his bicep, you seem to be shoving a folded note into his hand, and Joel snickers at the way Tommy pounces on the opportunity to run his pointer finger delicately up and down your open palm. You whisper something, and he nods so enthusiastically Joel’s sure his bobble-head is about to snap off.

Before he can blow the horn again, you really manage to surprise the heck out of both Miller brothers. Stepping up on your tippy toes, you press a quick kiss against Tommy’s cheek, before shyly letting him go and shoving him back out onto the porch. He pretends to trip over his feet, legs crossing as he dreamily parades down the front steps. His eyes roll back in his head as the rest of his body flushes, his hands coming up to rest against his vest where he heart lies: to anybody else, his reaction may look a little ostentatious, but Joel knows it’s as real as day. When Tommy Miller gives his heart away, even past the little teasing and flirting, he really does give his whole damn heart away. And it looks like you’ve got his caged up all nice and tightly, burning to charcoals in your hands.

He clambers into the car, waving a crumpled piece of paper in his hand with your phone number printed on it. As he slides in, bucking his belt up and fidgeting his shoulders back into the seat, he licks his bottom lip and whistles lowly through his teeth.

‘I have a date tomorrow.’ Joel scoffs, busy fiddling with the gears to even notice the flash of anger that quickly passes through his otherwise euphoric looking brother. He looks forward, taking one last glance towards your house and waving cheerfully as he spots you lingering near the front door. ‘On your birthday too. Huh, guess I might be too busy seeing my girlfriend to come to your surprise party’, he jests with a wink at his older brother, clipping in his seat belt and snorting through one nostril.

‘Okay - one, she’s not your girlfriend yet buckaroo, calm down.’ Joel rolls his eyes at the childlike glee that brightens his brother’s face at the word ‘girlfriend’ and turns the ignition. ‘And two, I have a surprise party?’

‘Well I haven’t planned anything, since you’re not five years old, but I’m sure Sarah’s doing something. Poor kid really loves your pissy ass, you know that?’

‘Yeah, I know’, he sighs out, beginning to reverse. He flicks up pieces of gravel from your driveway as the two of them slowly begin to recede into the distance.

‘Damn, that just reminds me, you really are goddamned old now. You’re getting so wrinkled, next year they’re gonna ‘ave to put you on display in some kind of museum for extinct dinosaurs.’

Joel scoffs as he turns his attention away from the road behind his headrest to stare incredulously at his brother. ‘All dinosaurs are extinct, dumbass. You’re pretty god damn stupid, you know that?’

‘Well you only know ‘cause Sarah told you-’

You can’t help but let out a bursting laugh as you watch the two of them go parading off into the wispy tendrils of the auburn sunset; the car has begun to stall as the two respectable workmen are too busy slapping each other’s shoulders across their seats like toddlers to notice.

[canaidliafail]

stay grounded pt.7

streamer abby x reader 🌿

its been a while hasn’t it :D anyways part 7 is here now ✨✨✨ has some sad stuff has some spice but hey the girls are seeing each other again <3333 TW: I have never been to renfaire as that sadly is not a thing in my country and haven’t been in the US either so :)))))) shit won’t be the most accurate unless I magically go on a trip next month or smt.

not proof read, probably will never be either

“Treat me like I’m nobody’s daughter

Just put your hands around my throat, Ain’t been to heaven but I’m close”

•••

Your phone was blowing up with notifications and as a result you were shutting down, drowning in pure panic. Why did Abby post that ? No caption no nothing….People already speculated things about you two but for them to now know she had visited you….

It wasn’t that you minded people knowing. Not exactly ? There was a part of you that feared public relationships considering the fact that your previous ones didn’t pan out so well. They all seemed respectful and understanding but the minute things went south they would fill their pages with bitter remarks and shady posts. You wanted to believe Abby was different than that. That she would be better than that or at least would try to be for you.

As much as you loved to delude yourself that you had control over you throughs you knew the gesture had gotten into your head and there a small voice repeating the words like a mantra

“Mine, mine mine”

You didn’t like who you were when you were in love and you hated yourself even more when you dated someone but fuck, you were so ready to go through all that again for Abby. You did love her and the tension when you saw her, the chemistry you had and the heated nights made you dizzy with euphoria. It felt like you were molded to heal and fit each other’s missing parts.

You tapped the reshape button and posted the photo on your story and decided to be a bit bolder than before with the small caption beneath

“I won” and a pink heart.

If she would have an issue with it you would delete it and maybe your career would reach new peaks with a stylized apology video in your lavish living room. If she appreciated the gesture though…that would kickstart a fruitful new bond between you two. Hopefully.

Most likely

_________

“Man it feels…empty over here. Alice is wayyyy too happy to see me though”

“Yeah no shit you’ve been gone for half a month” You said laughing all the way through as you watched Alice bounce all over the place and more from Abby’s left side to her right and bark occasionally. Abby had to shove her face away while she tried to eat a miserable bowl of soup that she cooked with whatever leftovers hadn’t rotted in her fridge.

“Half a month huh ... .Felt like its been barely a day” She said with a melancholic sigh and you just fawned at the sight of her staring at her dog lovingly and giving her a few good rubs on her chin.

“How are you doing over there ? Back to sewing?” She asked and turned to look at you through the camera. Its been around a day since you last talked yet it felt like it had been so much longer and it was a pleasant feeling to see the feeling reciprocated. Abby didn’t hesitate to jump on FaceTime the second she came home reassuring for the first 30 minutes that “its ok you can keep me company while I unpack” and “no its cool you can watch me while I cook my dinner” and so on.

There was a significant change in your attitude and in the way she talked to you. She was comfortable.

It made sense. You had eaten each other out 24 hours ago so to be shy on call would be weird and uncalled for.

“I haven’t done much in that regard but…I did deep clean the house and all. My neighbor brought me cake as well. Was pretty cute”

Abby groaned

“You have a neighbor like that and she never once made her gracious appearance to give cake when I was there ?! Fucking unfair”

“I think your loud moans scared her off Abs”

You said and bit your tongue a second after in shame. Oh you were growing to comfortable

“Fuck off. I know that you like that I’m loud”

She quipped with a shit eating grin and you blushed and buried your face in your palms

“Shut up. I- I don’t know why I even said that”

“Oh come on babe. We are way past that stage” she said calmly while eating another spoonful of her colored liquid.

“You would have a point but I…Give me some time” You mumbled and heard her laugh. You grabbed a wet wipe and started wiping your coffee table from the cigarette ashes. Your heart was beating in your chest content by the fact that she didn’t brush off the fact that you two were entangled like that and more than that, she seemed to want to remind you as well that things were happening between you two

“Ah also about the story sorry I didn’t ask before posting it. I’m not gonna say anything about our relationship yet. Not unless you want me to of corse”

You blinked and pursed your lips. Your brows shot up and your eyes turned to the camera

“Relationship?”

You asked and felt dumb the second the words left your mouth. She looked at you and seemed equally nervous. It didn’t exactly show but you picked up on some signs from the short time that you got to experience her up close. Her tongue rolling in her mouth and that half smile trying to hide a laughter of awkwardness and embarrassment. Her hand at the nape of her neck as if she was straightening the flow of her braid

“Yeah. I mean now that we are a thing I thought I’d ask you how you wanted to handle it regarding our…publicity because we do have quite the platform”

Her words were rushed.. You were quick to realize that this was her way of saying she wanted the two of you to make whatever you had official. And you smiled discreetly and turned to face her

“Let’s take it slow with our audience, yeah? Think we should take our time figuring each other out before we let anyone else do that for us” You reassured and she nodded her shoulders easing. She took in a deep breath visibly relaxed now and took another spoonful of her shitty soup.

_________

Abby got you another gift. You didn’t know when did she even make the purchase but you were woken up a week later from the delivery man with a large box of items from your wishlist with an additional two things that she probably added in there herself. You were used to being the one making such gestures. Being the dominant and the one providing and over endorsing the other person in every way so to receive such…princess treatment was new and made you sit on the floor with the ugliest grin

“You are so fucking creepy now”

June spat with an equally big smile being quick to put two and two together.

“I can’t believe this is my life now. Can you? Like…she is too good. Too sweet”

She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone scrolling through posts and messages. You looked at the package and scratched the cardboard with your fingers,contemplating how to phrase your proposal.

“oh so what if I got her a gift too? Like something big?”

“big like…say tickets to visit her?” she said and cocked a brow

“no june i'm serious-“

“So am I”

you stared long and hard at each other. You weren’t sure when to even propose that to her. Things were going well but you didn’t like the idea that you could possibly seem needy or too eager. Which weren’t bad things per say but they did stupidly bruise your ego. You weren’t one to endorse such games and thoughts but you held Abby to such a high standard that you hated that any “strong” emotion that you would exhibit would scare her off

“As much as I would like to do that, I think I'll take my time. It's only been a week you know”

June shrugged knowing that even if she said something in the moment it wouldn’t change your mind.

You grabbed the box of gifts and made your way to your workshop.

“Hey june wanna come in here ? I could use your help with the chainmail”

“Sure”

“about our stream by the way…I have one scheduled for tonight. You can join and see if you like the whole experience . I remember you mentioning last year that you wanted to get into it”

her eyes opened up in awe and a big smile stretched her lips.

“fuck yeah Im very sure I wanna pursue this thing with you so if I’m not really throwing you off schedule Im in”

“I was just going to catch up with my viewers and have a chat since it's been a while since I last had a stream. Perfect time to introduce you”

You held the box of rings and continued working on the armor grabbing your tools in silence and left June to rummage through your makeup supplies to fix herself up. In truth you saw your friend's light falter while she contemplated her future with her uni and you were equally happy to make a collaborative streaming channel with her. You two were close -obviously- and you had the type of familiarity and humor that would translate well on the screen.

You loved working alone. always being your own model and your own manager. However working with Abby as your model for a change of pace, and having a friend to stream with didn’t sound so bad. In fact you finally felt like you could trust people more in ways other than shallow or superficial.

______

“Just act like Im there” Abby rasped, her tone significantly lower than usual and with the way she guided you throughout the call made it feel that way as well

“Touch yourself for me baby” she whispered tenderness laced with lust, her neediness visible through her voice. Your hand ventured beneath your underwear with your fingers sliding through the wet folds of your pussy with ease that had you blushing in embarrassment . It was relieving to know that Abby couldn’t see how terribly horny you were for her and you felt that she would be dangerously powerful were she to find out about the affect her voice alone had on you

You circled your clit with slow movements, struggling to keep the pace that Abby demanded of you the moment you heard her soft moans. heat pooled in your stomach again and every stroke sent jolts through your entire body as she indulged you with endless praise that eventually escalated to raunchy comments that made your spine arch of the bed

“you are doing so good” turned to “You are such a whore I can practically hear how wet you are from here, oh? You liked that didn’t you?”

You didn’t think you could actually cum from a phonecall. Hell, with your past partners you hardly even got wet when they were present and went down, yet now all it took was two fingers in and you came undone seconds later breathing heavy and covered in sweat.

You checked the time and realized that this whole foreplay had gone on for 40 minutes.

“Damn you…no wonder you are at the top 0.1% on onlyfans” You said mindlessly and heard her huff out a chuckle on the other end of the line

“That’s not what I do there. These one on ones are for you only and…and I'm just glad it went this good”

you rolled on your stomach and held your phone in your clean hand

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never done this before and I was really nervous not to fuck up”

you smiled. You wanted to see her again. You missed her

“Abs?”

she -mmhd- still too dazed probably from everything that went down a few minutes ago

“I wanna see you” you said and cringed the moment the words left your mouth

“Oh, you wanna facetime?”

“no”

you could hear the “????” as Abby tried to put the pieces together. You despised how much of a coward you were. Abby so far had carried the entire construction of this relationship. You could do this much

“I mean I’d like to see you in person, I..I missed you”

“Me too” her voice softened

“fuck I, I miss you already and it has only been a month I know but…Do you think you’d maybe wanna visit for spring break?”

Your lips stretched and cracked with a smile. You wanted to scream in excitement. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal that Abby wanted to see you but it was, because she also wanted you to visit her soon. She wanted you

“Yeah that’s what I was going to suggest actually..I have been saving up ever since you left and..I could get tickets by the end of the month”

“Fuck yes that would be amazing and you can meet Alice and since its two months in advance I can look around for events or things you’d like to see?”

your chest swelled and your eyes started to sing. You muffled a whimper and lowered your head to swallow back your tears.

“love? are you alright?”

“ye-ah” you choked out and tried to wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater. You were in love with this woman and you were so content with that feeling that you allowed yourself a few moments to calm down before you spilled your emotions too fast

“Sorry, I'm just happy. Yeah we could arrange to do some stuff”

“alright cool anything that comes to mind right away?”

You looked across your room at your wardrobe with all the victorian gowns and costumes you sewed for class

“Renfaire”

_________

“I got them”

“For how long?”

“17 days as promised”

You heard Abby yell excited and smack her desk

“fuck yeah! I get to be my girl for half a month”

“your excitement is truly adorable and deeply appreciated” you teased while walking down the wet pavement to get to your afternoon lectures

“fuck off you prissy twit. As if you aren’t happy”

“No need to get all hissy at me. I am just as excited”

Abby started rambling about every event she found and asked twice on whether you were certain that making your renfaire costume’s wasn’t too much pressure which you reassured-twice- that you were building a portfolio this year so if anything you needed the extra work

“Not sure if you'd be into that but Ellie will be throwing a party and we were invited” she said not even trying to hide the destate she had for the woman.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to but I won’t lie, I always wanted to see how you hold parties over there in the US”

“Again, you watch too many movies”

“Let me dream” you whined and she laughed

“Alright Im outside class and late as fuck”

“-as always” abby cut you off

“so I’ll call you later” you said, ignoring her remark

You hung up and walked in quickly making your way to your usual seat on the pattern table.

“Work?” the teacher asked and you raised your brows faking an apologetic expression. work- as in you were too busy double and triple checking the tickets for your flight and that they were on the correct airport and then you had to triple check that the airline company you choose would handle switching your luggage between flights and-

“yeah work” you answered and she nodded in empathy

You slumped in your seat and pulled out your phone scrolling through your list of things you had to finish working on and things you had to buy before leaving. This would have to be the biggest trip you’ve ever planned. not just in the matter of your stay but also regarding the distance of your flight. You chewed on your lip. The tickets required an emergency contact and you had put your mothers number. Someone you hadn’t even told her you were leaving the country yet.

You had to mentally prepare yourself knowing she would pull every fault and harm you’ve done in your 22 years of life to guilt you out of that trip due to her co-dependency issues with you. Such were the struggles of living with a widowed mother.

the role of the father and the “male protector” was forced on you. You started to suffocate and felt angry.

repressed anger that came and went in waves.

what if you were to permanently leave for the US?

Could you afford it ?

Would she support it?

Would you be finally free ?

at what cost though?

you opened your contact list and scrolled far down to your therapist's number that stayed there neglected after months of ghosting. therapy never helped. You doubted one quick session would solve years of abuse and trauma anyways but you were all out of options. You thought of Abby. Could you open up to her about this ?

You were filled with a familiar dreadful feeling of emptiness. Had the two of you ever even talked about anything serious ? You talked yeah, but if you were about to fall apart would she be there to support you while you tried to get back on your feet?

You locked your phone. This endless cycle of self pity was getting you nowhere.

During break you went to the schools cafeteria and got their shitty overpriced coffee for the sake of having limitless time to sit on the bar by the windows.

cottoncandy: Abby can I talk to you?

staygrounded69: Whats up babe? Missed me already?

cottoncandy: No I think I'm having a meltdown

you confessed without thinking twice and seconds later your phone lit up with her name. You picked up the call and raised your phone to your ear

“Abby I-“

“whats going on? are you alright? are you safe?”

she asked and you wanted to cry at how tender and careful she always was with you. You nodded even though you knew she couldn't see you

“I'm safe just…Abby there’s this issue that I'm not sure how to deal with… see my mom…I haven’t told her yet about my trip and she..she is very possessive and protective and Im scared”

abby was silent for a few minutes considering what you had told her

“Can she do something that will hurt you? physically or emotionally?”

“Her words have a strong effect on me abby…if she says something..she can change my feelings about anything. she can make me angry about things I wouldn’t be angry about and she can make me second guess everything. I want to see you and Im scared that if she says something off I will cancel everything and ruin this-“

“hey hey relax love, I got you” she soothed and you started tightening your fists your nails digging in the flesh of your palm deeper and deeper trying to calm your nerves.

why did I say all of this God Im so fucking pathetic and weak

“Sorry ignore everything Ive said Im just stressed with essay admissions and-“

“please don’t shut me out…you do it a lot and..I never want to push you but I notice when your mood changed and when your thoughts get the best of you” she said which caught you off guard and completely by surprise. So she noticed ? she noticed you?

she saw you?

“Does she know you are..dating a woman?”

“Oh yeah. She’s over that much at least. She doesn’t complain about that anymore now her issue will be that Im traveling so far…”

“Are you scared to make a trip like that?”

“No. I love flights and I know I will have a good time with you there” I trust you

you thought

“Then try to remember that when she tries to talk you out of it. These are your feelings. whatever happens after she finds out is about her and not about you”

You nodded and noticed your breathing pattern was starting to even out.

“Sorry”

“Don't be”

“still…”

“I don’t wanna hear it. I'm here for you. Whichever way you need me to”

you nodded silently. Abby probably knew as she trailed on how her day went and complained about Isaac being a bitch which made you laugh and loosen up

_______

ABBY’s POV

the three months that you were apart Abby fell endlessly in different slumps of misery and self loath. Her manager was making it exceptionally hard to continue their partnership

“You can’t post your girlfriend. Your income relies on been everyones sweetheart and you are fucking it up”

“oh am I? Cause I haven’t seen a fall in my profits and if anything things are going better than before. Isaac for once I don’t need to see my therapists twice a week and Im motivated to make more content”

He groaned and rubbed his temples trying to control his anger

“Abby this is insane. Right now things are well because majority of your audience has no fucking idea you are tied”

Abby got out off her chair and paced around the room running her hands through her braided hair and resting them on the nape of her neck. she clenched her jaw in anger. She wasn’t willing to sacrifice this

“Im not renewing our contract”

“excuse me?”

she turned around and stomped all the way to his side making him take a step back intimidated

“You heard me. Find someone else to leech on. There’s a month left right? Enough time for you to find a new pet. Im through with you”

She left his office shaking. Panic clogged her throat. She called Manny repeatedly till he picked up

“pendejo what do you want?!”

he sounded man and Abby guessed that she interrupted him from a date

“Im changing managers”

“huh? Wait, so you left Isaac?”

Manny asked and his tone changed immediately from angry to concerned and confused. Abby got in her car and turned on the engine while putting him on speaker

“Yeah I, fuck I dont know what Im gonna do with finances and all but he suggested I break up with corton or that I straight up break up and I wasn’t having it”

she said in one breath and started driving to nowhere in particular. she wasn’t ready to go home yet so she decided to go on a long afternoon drive till the sun set at least

“I'm with you but are you sure it was worth doing this for her?”

“I did it for me Manny. He has been controlling every aspect of my life for too long”

Manny knew that well enough by now. In fact he had also tried to suggest she switched agencies. Manny worked with Isaac as well but he wasn’t as affected by his antics as Abby was.

“Then you did the right thing Abs”

A week later she received a series of furious messages from Isaac calling her every name in the book all wrapped up with the statement

“I made you and you will be nothing without me like you were before I met you”

Abby took a screenshot and decided to use this as a way to terminate her contract sooner

That day when she went home a parcel was waiting for her. it was soft and heavy wrapped in brown paper. She recognised the sender immediately and ran inside to tear off and see the contents. It was her knight costume for renfaire. You had finished it and sent it to her.

she bared her teeth in a grin. The fabrics were expensive and you had the brilliant idea to make the shirt from feathersilk. A light fabric that looked like water and had the most beautiful flow with every move she made. You had handcrafted chainmail pieces along with leather belts and armbands. She held the pieces that looked like metal only to find out they were made out of leather and painted as well. She admired the finer details and every brush stroke of baroque details that you added.

She carefully put every part and smiled at the handmade page of instructions that you added in the parcel of which part went where. The fabrics had your scent and that alone aroused her to an unhealthy extent. halfway through getting dressed she leaned back against her couch that was facing a mirror and took a topless pic. She could use that later. she put on the remaining pieces and let her hair loose, admiring the complete costume. she hated that she had no idea what you were sewing for yourself. Would you make a dress ? were you also going to be a knight? She didn’t dwell too long on those thoughts as she shamelessly eye fucker herself cause hell, She did look hot.

That's my girls work

she thought proud like a bird puffing out its chest and spun once more watching as the cape dances behind her. Your reply was humble

“Im just glad it fits properly and that nothing got torn yet :’) I tried to add a double stitch to make sure the pieces would be sturdy but I'm still new”

She would have strangled you for your self demeaning attitude and then given you the messiest eating out session to show her gratitude, spit and all

“You are fucking gifted, and your paint job? This is insane”

“You deserve the best <3”

you said and she blushed. she sent you the topless pic where she only wore the pants and shoulderpads. She watched as you typed and deleted your text again and again until you settled for a

“We are fucking before,during and after renfaire. Otherwise I'm tearing your costume to shreds”

and she took that as a win

__________

Abby all but leaped when she saw you and ran to your side wrapping her arms around you in a bone crushing hug. She was scared of many things. There were many ways a trip could go wrong before it even began but now that you were here in front of her she felt at ease. she took her time breathing in your scent and her hands entangled in your hair pulling you in closer. She feared she would cry if she extended the hug any longer so she leaned in to kiss you briefly before cupping your cheeks and asking about your flight

you smiled, lips streched with your cheeks a tint of pink

“It was good Abs. I'm happy that Im here now”

and she nodded biting her lip and leaning down to kiss you again

“me too my love” she whispered between the kiss and felt you slide your hands around her waist and melt deeper in her arms

[moonlightsolo]

your nerd.

summary: your little brother, dustin henderson, forces you to sub in for a game of d&d. you can’t help but take a liking to the president of hellfire club- but it seems, that your best friend, steve harrington, feels the opposite.

wc: 9.5k

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

warnings: major szn 4 spoilers, mild language, so much angst, jealous!steve, heavy smooching, suggestiveness, mentions of death & if you squint hard enough there’s a sprinkle of steve x reader.

note: yeah, 9k. its mental illness luv. (also when you see ~ it's a time skip) gif is @gayshipsandanxiety :)

“come on! you have to!” your little brother dustin is begging on his knees inside the classroom of your journalism club. his hands are folded in a praying position as he stares up at you with puppy dog eyes. 

“i already told you no, dustin. now leave me alone! i’m busy.” you continue working on your project in journalism class, scribbling notes on the margin of your paper. 

“you don’t get it, you have to do this for me. you have no choice or else your brother is going to get his ass kicked!” he hops up from his position, hand slapping over the papers that are scattered on your desk. 

your head snaps towards him, “who’s going to kick your ass?” your voice is stone cold, pure coldness written on your features. 

there’s no way in hell you’d let anyone put a finger on your brother.

“eddie!” he exasperates, throwing his hands up in the air like you should have known the answer to your own question. 

“eddie?” you scoff, “eddie who?” 

“eddie goddamn munson.”

your glance over at your friend nancy sitting beside you, “munson? the freak?” she almost chuckles as she continues to move articles around for the hawkins newspaper. 

all you can do is groan, knowing you’re not going to be able to get out of this one.

“fine, but only this one time.” you hold up your pointer finger in his face to emphasize it, “only this once...” you sigh in defeat as you clean up all your papers, organizing everything back into your backpack. 

you can’t wait to graduate this year so you don’t have to deal with this shit anymore. 

“thank you, jesus!” dustin shouts to the ceiling, making the other students in the class shush him. 

once your backpack is slung on one shoulder, your brother snatches your wrist and tugs you out of the classroom. your feet fail to keep up with him, stumbling through the corridors from his fast pace. “slow down, dude!” you scold him. 

“no i can’t. we’re so late!” he curses under his breath as he drags you to the empty part of the school. mike wheeler is waiting outside of a classroom door, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously and looking at his watch.

when he spots you both, his lanky arms fly up into the air dramatically. god, he looks so nervous. who’s this eddie guy they’re so scared of?

“what took you guys so long?! never mind- who cares. let’s just get in there before we’re in deeper shit.” mike goes to grab the handle of the door, but you pause his movements.

“i swear if this shit is lame, i’m walking out.” you threaten and squint your eyes, pointing at them both. dustin just rolls his eyes at you. 

they’re both silent as they swing the door open, the sound of rock music filling your ears. 

“finally! do do do dooo!!” someone plays a fake trumpet with their mouth, “they hath arriiiiiiived!” the music is reduced to a lower volume. you recognize the song as ‘detroit rock city’ by kiss. 

you look around at the cluttered area with wide eyes. it looks like the theater kids storage closet. numerous amounts of props and multi-colored lights scatter the ceiling and stand tall from the floor. it’s almost too overstimulating for your brain. 

you stare at the long table down the center of the room with scattered dungeons and dragons game pieces on the surface. a hellfire club emblem hanging behind it on the wall and a throne at the end of the table. this is nerds heaven right here. 

there’s a few punk-esque club members are standing to the side talking, their eyes immediately drawn to you as you walk in. 

a wild haired man appears from behind an object, his dark doe like eyes take in the people standing in front of him. 

“isthis that eddie guy you’re so worried about?” you almost snort out a laugh. you’re slightly bent down to be able to whisper to dustin who elbows your side in response.

the president of the club doesn’t entirely react until he sits in the carved chair, folding his ring adorned hands in front of him with a dramatic sigh. 

“absolutely not.” he stares you down with an amused look, as if you being here is a joke. 

“you asked for a sub, we delivered.” dustin gestures to you with a close lipped smile. 

“this is hellfire club, not cheerleading practice.” eddie snickers evilly at his little joke.  

“i’m not a cheerleader, you dip shit.” frustration bubbles inside your chest from this extremely mistaken man. you attempt to control your temper by taking a deep breath through your nose.

dustin and mike tense up from your insult, both of them taking in a sharp breath. “my, my… miss priss speaks!” he exclaims to his minions who are now standing behind him, his eyes widening in excitement. one of them chuckles. 

eddie flies up from his seat, hands hitting the table with a bang. he slithers out from behind the table and arrogantly saunters towards you. with an evident smug look on his face. you can feel the heat traveling up your neck to settle on your cheeks as he grows closer.

“and what’s your name, spirit fingers?” he stops in front of you, staring you down. 

the way the dim lights highlight his face and how close he is to you makes you choke up. 

wait, he’s actually really cute. 

“y/n… y/n henderson.” you clear your throat as you stand up straight, staring right back at him with the same fervor. 

he cackles, “so this is your infamous sister, huh?” he glances over at dustin who swallows nervously. 

“wow. you’re sooo smart.” your tilt your head with a little puff of laughter. a few of his pals laugh at your comment, which makes eddie’s head dart towards them. their laughter quickly stops. 

eddie quickly reciprocates the attitude, “what’s your class and level? level one, dwarf?” he emphasizes the last word with a sneer.

the sound of giggling from behind him makes your blood boil. you’re glad dustin and mike know to keep their mouths shut or else you’d make their life a living hell. 

“actually, my name is lady phae. and i’m a chaotic good, half-elf rogue, level sixteen.” eddie’s face drops as you begin to name of your rankings, his buddies share worried glances. 

“and i will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri- and i’ll laugh as i watch them die a slow, agonizing death.” you continue to stare him down in the eyes, your heart slamming against your ribs from the adrenaline coursing through you.  

“so, are we going to do this or are we going to keep chit-chatting? or should i just leave..?” you go to turn towards the door, turning your attention towards the exit. 

eddie’s hand reaches out to grip your wrist, urging you to stop; the coldness of his rings burn into your skin. his frizzy head cocks to the side, looking at you with an emotionless face. his dark eyes glance between both of your eyes and your lips. the sight makes the collar of your shirt feel too tight around your neck. 

a cocky grin slowly pulls up on the corner of his plush mouth. one that you wish to… no stop. don’t think like that!

he continues to hold eye contact with you. making it seem like you two are the only ones in the room right now. 

“welcome to hellfire.” his speaks to you lowly from his close proximity. his hand outstretches for you to shake which you gladly take with a proud smile. the spark appears once again when his skin touches yours. his eyes shoot down to your hands before pulling away just as quick. 

the team gathers around the table as eddie takes a seat in his throne behind a big book. he dramatically tells the story of lord vecna, revealing he’s alive. everyone around the table panics, except for you. truly, you have no idea what’s going on in their storyline. 

mike slams his hands on the table, and dustin rubs his hands over his face stressfully. every single one of their eyes are full of horror like they’ve seen a ghost.

“but vecna lives!” eddie slams the character down on a tiny handmade throne. 

you can’t help but let your eyes roam up his now naked arms arms, admiring his tattoos. he takes a long glimpse at you, it seems as if he sensed your eyes on him. 

he can’t help but smile slightly, hiding behind the book so nobody notices his flushed face. 

the game continues on and your team decides to fight to the death. the intense game continues, your team members make some good hits and mostly some really unfortunate ones. 

your squad is picked off one by one, now being left with only two players. you’re all forced to make a decision. to attempt to defeat vecna- only 15 hit points left and 12 hit points between yours and dustin’s character. 

with one truly badass line, dustin decides the fate for his team, “let’s kill the son of a bitch.” 

eddie tosses the d20 to dustin, who rolls it on the table. your breathing stops as you peek over his shoulder, watching with wide eyes as it stops. it’s an eleven. “that’s… a… miss!” eddie madly shakes his head with a cheshire cat grin on his face. 

“no!” you wail, gripping your little brothers shoulder as you drop your head down to look at your feet. 

now, it’s all up to you. eddie retrieves the dice to toss it to you, “good luck, princess.” 

the nickname sends a shiver down your spine, giving him a nervous look. you shake the die in your hand, taking a deep shaky breath before releasing it onto the table. 

everyone intensely stares, watching it roll and twirl on all of it’s sides. it seems as if everyone stopped breathing in this moment, like the earth spinning on it’s axis has halted.

the dice rolls to a stop, “it’s a twenty! a crit hit!” you holler as your team members leap into a giant group hug with you in the center. everyone around you high fives, fist bumps, chest bumps, and hugs. 

you bend down slightly, hands on your knees since you can finally breathe normally. you stare at the notorious d20 sitting dormant on the table. 

in your peripheral vision, you notice eddie looking at you with some sort of proud smile on his face. you can’t help but reciprocate the same look towards him.

once the club room is cleaned from all the mountain dew cans, and game pieces slightly put away; it’s finally time to leave. you’re thankful that most of the basketball game traffic has died down. 

your arm is slung over dustin’s shoulder as you walk down the hallway towards the exit, “that was a great game, d.” you breathe out triumphantly. 

“you should come play with us more. i can get eddie to make you one of these awesome t-shirts?!” dustin pulls on the end of his hellfire club shirt. he looks up at you with anticipation in his eyes, hoping you’ll agree. 

“yeah, i’d love that.” you bring your brother in for a side hug, squeezing his shoulder. 

an arm suddenly swings behind your neck, now resting on your shoulders. “that was such a great game, huh?” eddie leans forward to look at dustin with a grin. 

the heavy feeling of eddie’s leather jacket against the back of your neck makes you nervous. he smells like worn out cologne with a slight hint of weed. 

“i was just telling her that she needs to come back to play again. you should make her a shirt, ed.” dustin’s eyebrows raise with excitement from the possibility of his older sister joining his club. 

“she did play good today. i guess it seems like she deserves it.” he smirks, and you can’t help but try to ignore the heat in your cheeks. all three of you make your way to the parking lot together, his arm still slung over your shoulder. his scent is captivating, hypnotizing you. 

when you spot your ride, you raise your hand to wave with a smile. steve harrington, your second best friend from your brother. dustin waves as well, and eddie joins to playfully wave with a derpy smile. through the windshield, you notice steve’s face screw up in confusion. now realizing who’s arm is around you. 

“hey man, i’ll see you next week.” dustin does a little secret handshake with him before walking over to the parked bmw and hopping in the back.

eddie slides his arm off of you slowly, letting his hand linger on your shoulder for a moment before dropping to his side. he takes a dramatic step to stand in front you. a sigh falls from his lips with a disappointed look. 

“you, unfortunately, exceeded my expectations today, henderson.” you go to respond but he continues, “you’re welcome back… any time.” he clears his throat, “just so you know.” he quickly adds as he scuffs the bottom of one of his boots against the concrete anxiously.

his words make your heart soar, a giddy smile appearing on your lips. you reach behind you to pull a pen out of the side pocket of your bag. the movement makes his eyes lift from his feet. 

“hand, please.” you hold out your free hand with a one-sided grin. 

“you better not shank me with that.” he eyes you as he hesitatingly lays his hand in your palm. the size difference almost makes you laugh. 

you continue by rolling his sleeve up slightly past his watch, scribbling down your ten digit phone number. “for whenever my hellfire shirt is ready or if you have any other questions.” you play it cool before folding the leather back down. 

“yeah.. for the uh- hellfire shirt, sure…” he mutters breathily, his voice slightly wavering. 

“then i’ll see you around, munson.” you beam before turning on your heel to head towards steve and your brother. you hop into the passenger seat, backpack swung between your legs. some pop song is playing quietly in the background. 

“what was that all about?” steve questions, his eyes looking over your face for any sort of reaction. 

“oh, it was nothing. i’m joining the club dustin’s in, so i gave eddie my number. he’s technically  the president of it.” 

“he is the president.” dustin comments from behind you. 

you click your seatbelt in before finally making eye contact with harrington. he’s just staring at you, as if he’s trying to read your mind. 

“what?” you laugh nervously, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“oh, it’s nothing.” he mocks you before turning the music back up and reversing out of the parking lot. 

~ 

“it’s grief-stricken day today in hawkins. a student has been found brutally murdered right here in this mobile home park…”

it’s the next day, you’re sitting on the couch with dustin and your mom. the horrific breaking news story interrupting the new episode of perfect strangers. it sickens you to think someone could be capable of taking another persons life. 

suddenly, the door bell rings. dustin shoots up to get it, quickly inviting the person inside. it’s max mayfield. you instantly perk up when dustin motions for you to follow them into his bedroom. 

“chrissy cunningham?” you hear dustin ask in disbelief, “you’re sure it was chrissy?” you shut the door behind you as you listen to the conversation silently. your eyes are wide as you look between the two teenagers, leaning back against the door. 

“yes, she was in her cheerleader outfit. the same thing she was in when i saw her with eddie.” 

“wait, wait, wait. eddie?” your face scrunches up in confusion. there’s no way that boy could hurt anyone. 

they ignore you, “did you tell this to the cops?” dustin questions again.

“excuse me! earth to dustin and max! you’re saying eddie did this?” 

they both turn their heads to look at you. 

“i guarantee you eddie is suspect number one right now.” max nods. 

“that’s crazy. eddie didn’t do this. no way.” dustin argues.

“well, we can’t rule it out.” max counteracts. 

“yes, we can.” dustin says quite surely, shaking his head in disbelief as he paces. 

“he’s right. eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly. he’s a very kind person, he’s not like what everyone thinks. he’s not a freak, and definitely not a murderer.” you mumble as your mind races through every possible scenario. 

“you don’t know him like i do, max. when we got to high school, lucas made all his sports friends. mike and me? i mean, no one was nice to us. no one except eddie.”

dustin’s confession brings tears to your eyes. you wish you could go back in time and make sure that he was never bullied. 

then max compares eddie to ted bundy which sends dustin into another spiral. 

“guys! guys! just… shut up! we don’t have time for this. there’s only one person that actually knows what the hell happened and that’s eddie. we need to find him. so let’s go.” you whip dustin’s bedroom door open to march out towards the front, grabbing your keys from the hook; the two kiddos in tow. 

of course, not without your mothers worried protests, “we’ll be extra careful, i promise!thanks mom! we love you bye!” dustin yells and slams the front door shut. all three of you scurry to your car and you hop in the drivers seat.

“have you told anyone else about this?” you ask, turning the key in the ignition for the engine to ignite.

“no, i can’t find lucas or nancy, and mike’s in-.” 

“california.” dustin finishes her sentence.

“shit.” you breathe out with a shake of your head. there’s only one person you know who would be able to help. 

“we need to go see steve.” you reverse your car out of the driveway with a screech from your tires. speedily making a bee-line towards family video. 

~

with a ding of the overheard bell, the three of you scramble into the store- dustin and max leading the way. 

the news is playing on the tv and you can’t help but stop in your tracks, heart beating fast against your chest. there’s no way eddie did this. you have to clear his name- whatever it takes. 

dustin continues talking to steve, sternly asking him how many phones he has. the sound of people shouting makes your head whip towards the commotion. 

dustin shoves his backpack over the counter, completely disregarding the things in front of it. he hops over, his feet kicking tapes to the ground. 

steve and robin are shouting at him as he sits down on the chair in front of the computer. 

“what the hell is wrong with this damn, kid?” you mutter under you breath. shuffling around to the other side to find an easier way to get in. instead of parkour-ing over the counter, like he just did. 

“i’m setting up base of operations here.” dustin continues to type in a frenzy, eyes looking over the keyboard. 

you start to help clean up his mess, picking up all the loose papers scattered everywhere. steve and your annoying little brother continue to banter. 

“hey, thanks.” robin puffs out an annoyed breath, bending down to help you organize everything. “he’s on a roll today.“ you stand up, hands resting on your hips as you watch dustin. 

he’s scribbling down eddie’s friends phone numbers on a handheld white board. “it’s our busiest day. it’s a saturday!” robin groans into the air, putting everything back into place.

you stack papers on the counter, hitting the bottom so they’d fall evenly. someone slides in behind you, hand resting on your lower back. the smell of fresh shampoo and mint. 

“want me to strangle him or you want to?” steve grumbles as he organizes some things back into place next to you.

“we can take turns?” you chirp, turning around to look at what dustin is doing. 

“can you fill them in while i do this?” dustin scoffs as if you’re doing nothing, “fill us in on what?” robin snaps, obviously at her wits end. 

together, you and max explain what’s going on. how she saw chrissy with eddie together last night at his trailer, and how chrissy is the student who got murdered. max explains that her lights started flickering, like how it did when the mind flayer was around. robin and steve look skeptical, but you reassure them that eddie would never do that.

the look steve gives you is unavoidable, glaring at you with a look you can’t quite decipher.

robin opts to help call some of the numbers dustin found to ask around about eddie. while steve continues with his sale tactics on the floor, selling movies to customers. you’re sitting on the counter, kicking your legs back and forth as you watch them do their sleuthing. 

you’re more of a beat up monsters kind of girl instead of a detective. max hangs up her phone, “hey guys, i might have a lead.” 

“seriously?” you perk up, hopping off the counter to get closer. 

“apparently, eddie gets his drugs from some guy named reefer rick? and sometimes eddie crashes there.” 

“that’s sounds promising. where does this reefer rick guy live?” robin moves forward slightly, eyes squinting like a true crime investigator. 

“see, that’s the thing. no one knows. he’s more of a… legend.” 

your eyes continuously look between them. 

“what about a last name?” dustin joins. 

“bet the cops know a last name.” steve mumbles as he organizes the film case in the front. 

“the cops?” you ask, taking a few steps towards him where he’s now leaning on the counter. 

“the cops… really, steve? that’s your suggestion?” dustin mocks steve with annoyance written across his features. 

“i mean at this point, i think they should be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.” he tries to recover but just digs himself deeper into a hole. 

“you think eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” you question.

“woah! i believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit.” his words make you turn your head to glance at max, who looks just as confused as you are. 

“i just, you know… i don’t think we can rule it out.” he rubs his hands together nervously, eyeing everyone standing in front of him. 

“that’s exactly what they’re trying to do, steve.” you scoff and furrow your eyebrows at him.

dustin and robin go to town against steve. ridiculing him for trying to find a girlfriend and sell movies to babes instead of finding eddie. 

suddenly amidst their arguing, robin sits down at the computer. “maybe we don’t need a last name.” she pulls up family video’s database, typing in the name rick. 

it pulls up twelve rick’s, “that’s a lot of rick’s.” you comment, peeking over robins shoulder as steve slides in beside you. 

robin begins to click on each of them, narrowing it down by the kind of movies each rick has rented. you all vote to pass on the ones that don’t fit the drug dealer persona. 

until you reach, rick lipton. with multiple cheech and chong movies in his history, and he also lives on 2121 holland road- which is in the middle of no where.

“total stoner.” you laugh along with them, “but that address is out by lover’s lake. perfect place to hide.” you point out, raising your eyebrows as if you cracked the case. 

“let’s go. i’ll drive.” you snatch your keys from  the counter. steve swaps his work vest for his jacket before running behind you. everyone follows in a line as robin officially switches the open sign to closed and locks the door. 

you hop in the drivers seat, steve slides in the passenger seat next to you, and robin squishes herself in the back seat with the children. 

the engine of your car revs to life, before you quickly pull out of the parking lot and towards lovers lake. you can’t help but admire the sunset, but going out to the lake at night sounds absolutely terrifying. 

by the time you arrive, night has fallen over hawkins. you slowly get out of your car, eyes carefully taking in your surroundings. the forest around the house creaks with the wind and branches snap. 

“come on. i got you.” steve motions for you to follow him, reaching his hand out to hold yours. once your fingers wrap around his, steve’s thumb rubs gentle circles into your skin. it’s actually not that weird for you guys to hold hands. especially if one of you is scared. 

robin, max, and dustin are already at the house with flashlights calling out for reefer rick and ringing the door bell. 

you steal steve’s flashlight from his hand, looking inside one of the windows for any sign of life. “come on, eddie. we’re trying to help you.” you breathe out under your breath. 

behind your back, you can’t see how steve’s head turns toward you when you say that. he slowly eases his hand out of yours when you go to tag along with max. 

“hey guys?” you beckon for the rest of them to follow when you see the boathouse light is on. all the flashlights point towards it as skeptical glances are shared amongst the group. 

“let’s go check it out… i guess.” you breathe out wearily before max takes the lead to go investigate. 

everyone is silent as she walks through the door first, her flashlight moving around the entire muggy shed.

“wow, this isn’t creepy at all.” you scoff sarcastically, sticking by steve’s side. his hand is on your lower back, leading you forward.

“what a dump.” steve grabs your flashlight to angle it up at the ceiling. the sound of the dark rustling water freaks you out even more. 

out of curiosity, you pull away from your safety net called steve to walk with your brother. “are you scared?” you whisper in his ear, making the boy jump. 

“no. not at all actually.” he brushes off what just happened, slightly clearing his throat. 

steve grabs an oar from the wall, reaching over the hole in floor to jab the tarp covered boat. the sound makes you jump, “what are you doing?!” dustin whisper yells at him. 

steve continues to violently stab the oar into the boat, “he might be in here.”

“then take the tarp off!” dustin exclaims, throwing his hand up to gesture to the boat. 

“seriously, just take it off? what are you trying to do? hurt him?” you almost laugh at the scene unfolding in front of you. 

“if you’re both so brave, why don’t you just take the tarp off?” steve makes a very valid point, making you shut up. 

you shrug in agreement and continue walking with dustin, looking around at every crevice for any sort of clue. the floorboard creaks under your feet, making it even more eerie if that was even possible. 

“hey, look over here.” max nods at a pile of wrappers and half empty drinks sitting on top of a table, “someone was here.” 

“maybe he heard us. got spooked and ran?” robin suggests. “don’t worry! steve will get him with his oar!” dustin proclaims to the group with pure sarcasm, as steve continues to hit the tarp.

“i know you’re being funny, henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times,” another harsh jab at the boat before stopping to argue with your brother, “personally, i don’t find it funny in the slight—!” 

something tall emerges from inside the boat, tossing the tarp over their head as it lunges at steve. 

“what the shit! fuck! oh my god!” your voice cracks as you screech, hands covering your eyes as you stumble back into the wooden table.

“wait! wait! wait! wait! wait!” steve begs as he’s slammed roughly against the metal wall of the shack, a broken bottle being pressed against his jugular. 

“whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! eddie! eddie stop!” dustin calls out to him, urging him to calm down. 

you stay glued to the table as you watch the hectic scene unfold through your fingers, pure panic running through your veins. 

oh my god, steve. please don’t get hurt.

“eddie! eddie!” dustin shouts powerfully at him to get his attention. eddie’s eyes dart from steve’s throat to the trio and then to you. 

when you finally make eye contact, you realize just how scared he truly is. the wild look in his eyes makes your heart fall, you need to find out what really happened. 

“it’s me! it’s dustin!” he breathes out heavily, “this is steve!” he reaches his hand out to make a movement towards his hostage. 

“he’s not gonna hurt you. right, steve?” dustin asks him.

“right. yeah.” steve huffs out, craning his neck as far away as possible from the sharp end of weapon. 

“steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” dustin makes a suggestion. steve’s hand releases the wooden stick, moving slightly to do so. 

eddie quickly tightens his grip to make sure he doesn’t move, earning a stresses grunt from steve when he’s slammed back into the wall. 

“he’s cool, he’s cool!” dustin reassures him once again. 

“what’re you doing here?” eddie mutters out, his voice hushed and face screwed up with worry. you can see his body shaking with fear from all the way across the room. 

“we’re looking for you.” dustin points both his hands at eddie. 

“we’re here to help.” robin adds to try and help the situation. 

“eddie, these are my friends… you know robin from band,” he gestures to robin who plays an invisible trumpet in her hands, “this is my friend max. the one who never wants to play d&d.” dustin moves over to the red headed girl who raises her hand to slightly wave. 

“and my sister. you know my sister!”

“eddie.” you speak softly, carefully slipping past dustin, max and robin. 

“eddie… it’s going to be okay. we’re on your side.” you confirm, stopping just about an arms length away. 

“we are on your side! i swear on our mother.” dustin exclaims and you nod fervently in agreement. everyone else in your gang also swears. “yeah.. yeah. dustin’s mom.” steve chokes out.

eddie’s hand that’s holding the bottle is shaking terribly as he internally battles whether or not to let steve go. his face softens slightly, keeping stern eyes on harrington as he backs away from him. 

“ah- jesus…” steve hisses out, stumbling away from him and towards you.

“oh my god, steve… are you okay?” you breathe out, his trembling body envelops yours for comfort. all he can do is nod. your arms wrap around his broad back, holding onto him. your eyes peek over his shoulder staring directly at eddie. 

munson’s expression slightly changes for a split second as he watches you embrace steve. before turning to look in the black water, taking a deep shaky breath. he presses his back against the wall, sliding down as he stares off into the nothingness of lovers lake. 

steve’s arms unravel from around your waist to sit down on top of an upside down bucket. he breathes heavily, your hand comfortingly rests on top of steve’s head for a moment before pulling away. 

your feet drag you towards dustin, who’s trying to gently coax the truth out of him. you bend down to come face to face with eddie, your hand reaches out to rest on his knee for comfort. 

he instinctively jumps from your touch, making you pull away with a soft apology. “it’s okay.” he whispers, his fearful eyes look over your features before turning away. 

“we just want to know what happened… can you tell us?” your voice is delicate, as if you spoke too loudly it would shatter anything around you. 

eddie let’s out a pitiful sniffle, “you won’t believe me.” his voice quivers as he attempts to swallow back his emotions. 

“try us.” max urges him. 

it takes him a moment to start talking. he explains everything from the beginning. how he met chrissy in the woods near the school. right before the club meeting for a drug deal, then chrissy wanted something stronger so he brought her back to his place after the game. 

“her body… just like, lifted up into the air and uh…” he shudders before continuing, “and she just like hung there.. in the air.” he takes a deep shaky breath before continuing.  

eddie’s eyes are glassy as he holds back tears, “and her bones.. uh, she..” his face screws up in pain as he relives the moment in his head. 

“her bones started to snap.” 

your eyes blow wide, an uncomfortable shiver fluttering down your spine. he goes into detail about how her eyes were sucked out from the inside. 

“i…i didn’t know what to do… so i… i ran away.” he spaces out again, staring at the splintering wood floor. everyone in your group is silent as they attempt to think about the information just given to them, “you all think i’m crazy, right?”

“no, we don’t think you’re crazy.” dustin shakes his head. 

“don’t bullshit me, man!” his voice raises, “i know how this sounds.” his eyes dart around the room for some sort of solace. 

“we’re not bullshitting you.” max affirms.

“we believe you.” you nod with a sad, yet reassuring smile. 

dustin takes a deep breath, glancing at you for approval and you nod. he starts by mentioning the ‘curse’ of hawkins, “like ghosts?” eddie asks.

“worse than ghosts.” you mutter as flashbacks of the past few years replays in your mind. demogorgon, the demo-dogs, the mind flayer, and now this even scarier, grotesque monster is murdering students in cold blood. 

“who’s vecna?” you hear steve question from behind you making you snap back to reality. 

your eyes rapidly blink as you come to. attempting to regulate your breathing but still keeping your troubles to yourself. but it seems as if someone has already noticed. 

ed is staring at you with concern laced through his features. a slight crinkle between his eyebrows as he watches you. 

steve begins to pace, the floor creaking under his pristine sneakers. “okay so vecna… is this spell caster, wizard guy, right? he can… hurt people without even standing beside them?” 

“he could be phasing through dimensions? like from the upside down to our world?” dustin suggests, which actually makes a lot of sense. 

as they continue their theories within the group, you scoot closer to eddie who keeps a watchful eye on you. “i’m really sorry this is happening. i promise, we will try to do as much as we can to clear your name.” 

a small chuckle falls from his lips, “i can’t believe this is happening. like what the hell are they talking about? dimensions and ‘the upside down’?” he makes quotation marks with his fingers in air, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“there’s so much to explain, eddie. too much.” you gulp and look down at your lap, “i’ll tell you, but… just not tonight. you need to let your brain rest before i load more crazy shit into it.”

suddenly, his arms are flung around you. wrapping snugly around your neck as eddie pulls you into his chest. you gladly accept it by letting your arms snake around his torso underneath his leather jacket.

his skin is blissfully warm against your fingertips- the heat seeping through his hellfire club shirt. your eyes flutter shut as you sit there in a comfortable embrace with eddie. his breathing shudders in your ear. 

you definitely expected him to smell bad from being stuck in a humid lake house all day, but he’s smells quite nice. a bit sweaty, but in a good way.

the silence from the others feels suffocating, making you pull away to look back at them. all four of them are staring at you two, making eddie’s arms drop down to rest on his knees. he clears his throat awkwardly, totally avoiding eye contact with them at all costs. 

“what i was saying… is that we should probably get going since it’s late. your mom is probably scared shitless from not knowing where you’re both at.” steve mumbles, a bit too passive aggressive for your liking. 

you turn towards eddie, who catches your eyes for a moment. it’s almost as if he’s silently pleading you not to leave him alone tonight. 

you stand up with a loud sigh, pulling your keys out of your back pocket. “you guys go ahead.” you toss them to steve, the metal jingles as they fly through the air. his hands instinctively catch them before they could hit his face. 

“what?!” steve steps forward, “are you kidding?”

“no, steve. i’m not kidding. he just went through some really terrible shit and i don’t want to leave him alone.” you grimace from his tone. 

steve goes to argue with you, his entire face wrinkled with worry, but dustin stops him with a hand on his chest, “come on. the lady has spoken. you can’t change her mind.”  

“no, screw that!” he moves past dustin, “i’m not leaving you here with this vecna creep on the loose. i don’t want to find you tomorrow morning with your eyes plucked out or some shit.” he lowers his voice during the last sentence so eddie couldn’t hear. 

“nothing is going to happen, steve. now leave.. please just go home, get some rest and tomorrow morning come back with a change of clothes for me and some food.” you pat his upper arm with a smile. 

he stares at you in shock, unable to find anything to say in that brain of his. 

“come on! let’s go.” dustin grumbles impatiently, yanking on steve’s arm to get him to move, but he stays cemented for a moment. 

“last chance…” he breathes out, extending his hand for you to take. you sigh with a shake of your head, pursing your lips in annoyance.

“dustin! cover for me, alright?” you lean to the side to look at your brother. he nods with a thumbs up.

steve can’t help but roll his eyes in defeat. as he’s dragged out of the boathouse by your little brother, leaving you behind with eddie munson. everyone else waves to you both as they slip outside of the door. 

once the door clicks shut, you turn around to finally look at eddie. he’s standing up now, leaning on the table adorned with all of his wrappers.

“you know, you didn’t have to do that.” he mumbles as he looks down at his boots, refusing to make eye contact with you. 

“well, you didn’t protest when i said i was going to.” you shrug nonchalantly, walking up to rest against the table next to him. 

“your boyfriend seemed really upset.” he snickers, picking at his nails. 

“my boyfriend?” you snort, “who? steve?”

he shrugs in response with a shitty little grin.

“no, no… he’s not my boyfriend whatsoever. first of all, he’s the ex of one of my best friends. second, he’s not my type and he is also a grade-a asshole sometimes-.”

“sometimes? he hit me with that oar so many times, i can feel still it in my ribs.” he jokes around with a little laugh. 

“yeah, he was hitting it really hard. sorry ‘bout that.” you almost laugh, but you look down at your shoes. 

“he’s not your type though?” eddie hums inquisitively as if he’s urging you to reveal a secret. 

“not my type. super nice, a total sweetheart, but he’s like a big brother to me.”

“ouch. a brother?” he cackles, slightly moving in closer to you, “so what is your type then?”

“mmm…” you tap your chin in thought, “not so clean cut. definitely funny. i really would enjoy someone who is as crazy as me.” you laugh with a nervous shrug, “i dunno…” 

eddie smiles at your response, eyeing how you shyly react to his question.

“so who’s getting the couch tonight? me or you?” he playfully asks, pushing himself up from the table as he walks around to look for anything to make a makeshift bed. 

he pulls the tarp off of the boat, laying it down on the wooden floor, “for the splinters.” 

eddie rummages through the dinghy for anything else, but all that’s in there is empty beer bottles and fishing equipment. 

“so, it seems like we’re sleeping on the lap of luxury tonight, princess.” he plops down on the floor. 

there’s that damn nickname again. 

“mm.. sounds perfect to me.” you follow him down on the blue tarp, laying back with your arms behind your head. your shirt slightly lifts up from you stretching, exposing your midriff. his eyes can’t help but trail over your body, before quickly looking away. 

he lays down next to you, letting out a small sigh as he stares at the dark ceiling. you turn onto your side with a yawn, now facing him. 

from this angle, the moonlight is streaming in through the window and casting a perfect shadow over his profile. 

“you’re pretty, you know that?”

his head turns toward you with his eyebrows raised, “i’m pretty?” he almost laughs, which makes an embarrassed flush settle across your features. 

“sorry, that was weird…” you mumble, completely averting his eyes. 

eddie doesn’t know what to say. he’s speechless. he just got called pretty by the most beautiful girl in hawkins. before he could respond, you’re talking again. 

“goodnight, eddie.” you turn around so your back was facing him. 

his breath shudders when he releases it, blinking dumbly from what just happened. “goodnight.” he whispers, before attempting to close his eyes and sleep.  

after a few hours of being half asleep, the plastic rustles beside him, making his eyes shoot open from the sound. he sucks in a sharp breath when he sees somebody laying next to him, then he realizes it’s just you. 

“hey, you okay?” you look back at him, before turning your body to face him.

“yeah. yeah, i’m fine.” he huffs out, his chest heaving. 

it seems as if his heart stops when your hand moves to rest on his arm, “i’m sorry for scaring you, i just can’t get comfortable.” 

“oh- i could only imagine why.” he chuckles dryly which makes you laugh. 

he sits up to pull his vest and leather jacket off. you watch with wide eyes as he strips down to his hellfire shirt- almost hoping he’s going shirtless, but you’re left slightly disappointed. 

“here.” he rolls his leather jacket into a ball, “kinda like a pillow. not sure if it’ll help but-.”

you grab the wad of leather with a thankful smile, “i appreciate it.” although, you’d rather use him as a pillow. 

“yeah, no problem.” he smiles before laying on his denim vest, “you’re the one who decided to stay here with me, so it’s the least i can do.” 

you turn on your side towards him, leather jacket under your head comfortably. “eddie?”

“yeah?” he answers almost immediately, his eyes gazing right into yours. “can… i just- like…” you struggle to get the words out.

“anything you want.” he answers before you could finish. 

your face lights up as you experimentally scoot towards him, moving his arm away from his side so you could fit snugly against him. you hook your head under his chin and wrap an arm around his waist. one of your legs angle up to slide between his which makes his breathing pick up. 

“you can touch me, ed.” you mumble sleepily, giving him permission to put his arm around you. his arm comfortably finds a position in the nook where your hip meets your waist. 

“comfy?” you ask, looking up at him with a comforting look. 

“very much.” he squeezes your side to pull you in even closer, if that was humanly possible. 

“hey. my number is still on your arm.” you point out, poking the smudged spot with your pointer finger. 

eddie’s breath hitches from the soft touch, “i was actually planning on calling you that night… i just never got around to it.” he confesses.

oh god, you have to kiss him. it’s now or never. 

“hey… can i… uh- kiss you?” he mumbles nervously before you got the chance, you can hear his heart thumping against your ear. 

“please.” you beg, sitting up slightly to hover your lips above his. he crashes forward, closing the space between you both. his hand slides against your jaw and combs through your hair. 

at first, the kiss is uncoordinated, a bit too much teeth and excitement. you pull back to breathe, before going in with a more soft approach. eddie presses his mouth into yours, moving his lips against yours expertly. he props himself up on the elbow of the arm attached to your waist.  

“oh my god.” you breathe out in pure shock from how good of a kisser he is, “you’re amazing.” you gasp as one of your hands card through his soft hair.

the compliment makes him chuckle deeply against your lips, making your stomach do flip flops. his mouth opens wide to deepen the kiss, his tongue pressing against yours. he continues to lean forward until your back is flush with the tarp and he’s hovering over you. 

eddie pulls away for a moment, your hand gently grips the root of his hair in protest. earning a soft groan from him, “just.. wanted to make sure you’re okay… before i keep going.” he breathes out faintly into the night air. 

“no, it’s perfect. please, don’t stop.” 

with a cocky laugh, he pounces forward to continue kissing you, his hands carefully roam amongst your sides. one of his knees slots itself between your legs to open them so he can fit between. 

your legs impulsively wrap around his hips, pulling him flush against you. he grunts into the kiss from the contact, “eddie…” you breathe out, making him pull back to look at you. 

but you push his head down to smoosh your lips back together, “don’t stop…” you say between kissing him, “you… can… touch… me.” 

“touch you?” 

you hum in response, wrapping your hand around his wrist to move it from your side and up to your chest. he finally catches on as he blindly tugs at your shirt to pull it up slightly. his cool hand slips under your top, traveling up your torso. his hand rests right under your bra, against your ribs. i

“god, eddie…” you mewl out desperately, fingernails pressing into the muscles of his back.  

“i’ve been wanting to do this since i met you.” he mumbles against your lips. now making you pull back from it to look at him.

the sight above you is for sore eyes. his wild hair is framing his face, lips swollen and raw from kissing you hungrily. he timidly smiles at you from overhead, leaning down to peck your lips once more. his hand under your top slides down to your waist, savoring the feeling of your skin on his. 

your hand cups his jaw, rubbing soft circles into his skin, just admiring his beauty. “what’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he swoops down to graze his lips down your neck. 

“mm, i just can’t believe i’m here right now. making out with the eddie munson- in a drug dealers shed on lovers lake.”

he chuckles against you, his fingers playing with your waistband of your jeans. “i can’t believe that you’re here. y/n henderson is underneath me right now. the princess of hawkins high, vice president of the journalism club. bleh.” he jokingly sticks his tongue out in disgust. he pulls back to sit up on his knees, leaning back on his heels. 

eddie’s hands rest on your hips, rubbing your hipbones with his thumbs as he marvels at your body. “i’m going to be honest… i really thought you were just like every other girl. spoiled and a total bitch.” he ignores how you roll your eyes, “i always noticed you in the cafeteria or in the hallways and you refused to even look at me.” he lowly laughs, shaking his head. your lips pout in response, feeling guilt tug at your heart.

“the people you hang around with, they don’t like me. they call me a freak, and a nerd- that i’m a low life.” 

“oh eddie…” you shake your head, sitting up to grab his face to force him to look at you, “you’re not what they say you are. you’re not a freak and most definitely not a low life. maybe a little bit of a nerd-,” his face scrunches up as he laughs at your comment, “but hey… so am i!” you roll your eyes playfully. 

“my nerd, yeah?” he leans forward, his lips ghosting against yours with his infamous grin on his lips. the sound of being his makes butterflies  flutter in your belly. 

“yeah, your nerd.” you look up into his eyes, your own satiated with pure desire for him. the space between your mouths seals as he deeply kisses you, resuming what was happening earlier. 

his hands gently push you back down, your back flush against the cool surface of the tarp. continuing to kiss you, tongue flattening against yours. his breath hitches when the crescent of your nails dig into his back. his hands move to the hem of your shirt, bunching it up on your waist to pull it off.

“you gotta be kidding me…” someone’s voice sounds from the other side of the boathouse. eddie’s vaults away from you, stumbling to his feet to face the intruder. 

your eyes fly open, chest constricting with fear as you sit up from your position. instantly catching eyes with who’s standing at the door. 

“steve?!” you shout, quickly pulling yourself up on your feet to march up to him. betrayal is written across his features as you try to push him outside. he’s staring at you with an almost disgusted look. 

“you seriously wanted to stay here just so you could hook up with him. you realize that he’s on the run from the cops, right?” 

“steve, get the fuck out.” you talk through your teeth as you push on his chest gently to try and get him to move. he doesn’t budge. 

eddie is standing in the corner with wide eyes, watching everything unfold in front of him. 

steve’s hand wraps around your wrist, his strength obviously overpowering you to pull you outside, “i just want to talk to you, please.” he begs softly.

you struggle for a second, grunting as you attempt to free yourself. “i don’t want to fucking talk! i can’t believe you right now!” you shriek, emotion evident in your voice. 

“can’t believe me? i never realized you could be capable of doing something this low. do you realize how fucking worried i was about you? i had to come back to make sure you were okay, but i find you sucking faces with him! i’m just trying to keep you safe!” steve motions towards eddie standing at the doorframe as he shouts at you. 

ed takes a step outside to follow you both, “she doesn’t want to talk to you. let go of her, man.” his voice is stern, staring at steve like he did when he had him against the wall. 

“stay out of this.“ steve points sternly at eddie, “we’re leaving, y/n. come on.” 

“i don’t need you to keep me safe, steve! i’m not your fucking girlfriend!” you yank your hand away from his loosened grip, fury burning in your eyes.

steve’s face drops from your words, his tough persona faltering as he takes a step back. “wow… really? you’re gonna go there?” he chuckles, standing there with his hands on his hips, “fine. don’t fucking count on me to be there for you anymore, y/n. i’m done.” he turns on his heel to head back towards your car he drove here. 

your heart drops at his last words, panic running through your veins. no, you can’t lose your best friend. 

“y/n?” eddie calls out for you, wildly looking between you and steve. his notices how your bottom lip is quivering, tears evidently flowing down your cheeks. “c‘mere…” he comes up to you, wrapping his arms around your frame. 

your hands are on your face, trying to hide your emotions as you sob into his chest. eddie cradles the back of your head to comfort you, “it’s okay.“ he mumbles as he leads you back inside. 

eddie helps you lay back down on the floor with him, your tears soaking through his shirt as he holds you until you fall sleep. 

the next morning, you wake up with every muscle aching in your body. the bright light from outside sears your eyes as if you’re a vampire. you hiss as you roll over, absentmindedly holding his leather jacket to your chest. 

“morning, sweetheart.” his gravelly voice mumbles, farther away from you than you expected. 

your eyes shoot open to see him sitting at the edge where the boat is hanging. his legs dangling over the water. 

“how long have you been awake?” your sleep ridden voice mutters, squinting at him. 

“uh… about an hour or so.” he shrugs, giving you a little one-sided smile. 

“what time is it?” you yawn, pulling yourself up so you’re sitting on your butt. you rub at your eyes tiredly, “like eight-thirty.” he replies after looking at his watch. 

“jesus.” you breathe out and your stomach grumbles angrily. the sound of car doors shutting makes your head perk up, anxiety instantly settling in your chest. 

eddie scrambles to his feet to look out the windows to make sure it wasn’t the cops. his chest heaves as he pants, dropping his head when he sees no one. 

the metal door to the shack slams open, making you and eddie jump. “jesus christ!” he shouts, fists going up in defensive mode. 

all four of them come strolling in, “delivery service!” dustin exclaims with a toothy grin. you can’t help but look at steve, your eyes desperately calling out for him to look at you. 

dustin strolls in with the three of them following, steve keeps his head down as he leans against one of the wooden poles. he’s so close to you, but refuses to look up from his feet. 

“i brought some cereal, juice boxes, and yoo-hoo! and some clothes for you.” robin takes that as a cue to throw a plastic bag at your face. which you thankfully catch before it could slam into your nose. 

“cereal?” eddie perks up, walking straight to dustin who’s unloading the groceries. he grabs a box of honeycomb, ripping the top of the box open and then the bag inside. he savagely sticks his hand inside to shovel it into his mouth. 

he offers the box to you and you dig your hand into the food. slowly eating piece by piece out of your palm. 

“some reason, harrington’s got a stick up his ass this morning, so don’t even try talking to him.” dustin points out. 

steve just rolls his eyes and grumbles something under his breath, making the tension in the room even worse. “example number one.” dustin sighs. 

“dustin… just stop.” you lecture, making everyone’s eyes turn to you. even steve’s. “if he’s in a bad mood, then so be it. you always have an attitude and we never comment on it.” 

robin stifles a giggle into her hand, and max shrugs in agreement. your brother stares at you with confusion screwed up on his face, “okay then?” you’re not one to let up on making fun of steve, but right now is just not the time. 

eddie is standing above your seating position, continuously lowering the box for you to take some more cereal to eat. he taps the top of your head each time before giving it to you. 

“did you guys sleep okay?” robin changes the subject with a slightly nervous smile. 

you look up at eddie who looks down at you with a smile, “yeah, i think we slept okay.” he answers with his mouth full. robin nods awkwardly as the tension continues to build. 

you break the silence, “steve, can i talk to you? outside?” harrington straightens up, clearing his throat as he glances around at everyone who’s staring. 

he nods and gestures to the door with his head for you to follow him. eddie grabs your upper arm, swallowing his food before talking. “if you need anything…” 

“i know.” you give him a curt nod and a grateful smile before following steve outside. he continues walking for a moment until you’re far enough away from the flimsy walls of the boathouse. 

“steve.” “y/n.” you both say each other’s names at the same time. “you first.” he motions for you to continue with flushed cheeks. 

“steve…” you take a deep breath, “i’m sorry about last night- truly i am. i didn’t want you to walk in on… that. it wasn’t my intention whatsoever and what i said to you, just wasn’t right at all. i don’t want to lose you, steve. you’re my best friend.” your voice chokes up from the lump growing in your throat. 

steve sighs, biting his lip as he watches you get upset. all he wants to do is pull you into his arms and tell you everything is alright. 

“i’m sorry too. i should have never have crossed that line.” he shakes his head, “i should’ve trusted you. and i should have never put my hands on you and tried to force you to do something you didn’t want to. i.. i just want to keep you safe. i want to protect you from anything that could possibly put you in harms way… you’re the best thing that’s happened to me throughout all this monster bullshit.” his voice is shaky and he sniffles. 

“aaaand, i’ve also had a really big crush on you for a while, and i’m pretty sure everyone knew it.” he chuckles in disbelief, “but i don’t want to ruin what we have. it’s somethin’ special. i don’t want to lose you either.” 

you’re fully crying by now, sniffling and wiping your tears and snot on your sleeve. “i’m sorry i’m dumb. i never even noticed you had a crush on me.” you wetly laugh through your crying.

“i’m way too deep in the friendzone. that’s why.” he jokes around, stuffing his hands in his front pockets. “so are we cool?” he asks softly, almost afraid of your answer. 

“yes, harrington. we’re cool.” you grin happily, sniffling loudly again. 

“come here.” he opens his arms, which you gladly step forward to hug him. relief floods through your body, “i really thought i lost my monster killing sidekick.”

“never.” he shakes his head before pulling away. “let’s go back inside, yeah?” 

you nod in agreement, leading the way back to the door. you both slip through the door, making the conversation going on inside halt to silence.

“everything good now?” dustin asks instantaneously.

“just dandy.” you slap steve on the back with a grin before walking over to eddie. he instinctively pulls you into his side, your arms loop around his waist. his jaw crunches down on cereal, the sound reverberating through his body. 

“woah, did we miss something?” robin asks with a shocked look on her face. 

eddie swallows, slyly looking down at you with a presumptuous grin. “yeah… definitely something.” he leans down to peck your nose, making your face scrunch up. his hand squeezes your hip amusingly. 

“wow, we leave you guys alone for one goddamn night.” dustin looks like he’s about to vomit from the sight, his mouth in a frown as he stares blankly. 

“i wouldn’t take it back for the world.” you whisper up to him, wishing you could kiss him right now. he chuckles, taking a piece of cereal from his palm, holding it up to your lips to feed you. 

you know deep down in your heart, that you'd do anything to keep eddie safe. even if it comes down to putting yourself in harms way.

tags: @cheyenne-dunn-universe @they-adore-shay @eddie-munsons-girlfriend @sapphireplums @daffodil0darling

[ohbo-ohno]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjrpHSoU/

(Video description: When I went to agressive haunted house with a signed waiver and two masked workers told me to get on the ground and bark like a dog)

I immediately thought about your Ghoap writings!! Just imagine Reader being a victim of Ghost and Soap who are basically retired gracefully, get a bunch of money saved + their military payments, moved to some rural area and found themselves a new interest of hunting down tourists/just doing fun retired husbands shit. Ghost has an ongoing project of building a place for possible animals, but we get locked here instead. And we are just their little pet!!! Their house is in outskirts, literally the forest, no one would hear our screams. Sometimes Soap also gets chained outside because They Are Freaky Like That.

Dilf!Soap and Ghost that can basically be by your side 24/7 because they don't have to work anymore!! And maybe they are not as muscular as they used to be since their last deployment, but they can still break us like twigs!!! In normal ghoap AU we at least get some rest because they need to leave for missions, but not anymore!! Also cuddling near fireplace, watching Ghost and Soap all sweaty doing hard work while we are just here, with huge and heavy chain on our neck (literally a cow bell and a chain from the barn) fetching them lemonade like a good pet.

Sorry for incoherent thoughts, I just need that dilf itch scratched or else I am going to write it and explode

🎷🐛

"found themselves a new interest of hunting down tourists/just doing fun retired husbands shit" is fucking killing me lmfao.

also if you want scenes of people being locked outside in the cold by their partner.... check out His Captive Pet by Measha Stone. MMC locks FMC in a cage outside because she refuses to behave :/ he's very mean to her

obsessed - OBSESSED - with the image of reader (you) knocking on a door because you're lost or smth, and just picking the absolute worst people to ask :/ you just want directions but they're gonna keep you all for themselves :/ i swear to god i've read that concept somewhere but i cannot for the life of me remember where and it's driving me insane

anyways... johnny invites you in for a warm meal and of course you accept! you've been on such a long journey, a warm meal sounds like heaven. maybe they drug you (you wake up chained to the wall, heavy cuff around your ankle and wrists tied behind your back) or maybe they convince you to stay the night (give you their bed, you wake up and swear your feel their eyes on you, they don't let you leave in the morning)

soap is bad and gets chained up outside.... ohhhh the things that does to me. ghost railing you and you look out the window and just see soap drooling there :( simon slams you up against the window and johnny paws at the glass desperately, your skin right fucking there, it's killing him that he can't touch you. ghost standing just outside of the chain's reach, watching as johnny leans his full body weight forward, clawing desperately to try and get closer :(

and the contrast between them chaining you up outside, leaving you naked and alone in the cold, shivering and a little scared :( and then curling up with you in front of the fire, making sure you're toasty warm and helping you stop shaking. rubbing the red spot on your neck from where you pulled at the collar :( locking a heavy chain around your neck when you're outside, locking a muzzle around your face so they don't have to listen to you bark the whole time.

[legostars]

DOGDAY AND CATNAP X HAZBIN HOTEL

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Note from Author: Look, look, look! I just finished rewatching hazbin hotel yesterday. And.. my brain got an idea, I've decided to make this because.. it won't leave my fricking head and I just went all out for this. AND also, catnap and dogday in this are like both in mid 20s so catnap isn't a child in this au. Anyways enjoy.

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• Both dogday and catnap got kicked out of heaven. (Don't ask why)

• After they were kicked out and started to live in hell, they both needed jobs and saw a commercial of hazbin hotel.

• Dogday dragged catnap to the hotel by his tail like some cat getting dragged by dog.

• Oh yeah I forgot that they are tall in this, 8ft tall.

• When dogday knocked on the hotel's entrance and there Charlie opened it and just looked up in shock at how tall they were. (Look imagine an 8ft tall dog standing on your doorstep.)Look imagine an 8ft tall dog standing on your doorstep.)

• As usual dogday wags his tail and asked Charlie if the both of them can work here. Catnap just stare at Charlie staying quiet as ever.

• Charlie, of course she Let them work here. Happy, dogday hugs Charlie as his tail wags uncontrollable and catnap just gives a happy smile and looked away.

• Charlie let them in and told them to wait by the door so she can the others to sit on the couch so you guys can introduce yourselves.

• After everyone was all Sat down and gathered (This was after the extermination war I think that what is calls..) Charlie gave both of them a nod to come out. And there are two 8ft all tall ,cat and dog standing in front of them with a wide smile on their face.

• They all just stare at the two while Lucifer's jaw drops. (Idk how short Lucifer is.)

• "Guys! Don't just stand there! Okay, both of you introduce yourselves." Charlie look at the two as they begin to introduce themselves.

• "I'm dogday! And this catnap!" Dogday's tail wags and catnap stares at them with a blank look.

• I'm just going to skip where everyone introduce themselves to dogday and catnap BC I'm lazy and I'm getting headache idk why.

• Angel dust stands up and walks over them. "Well~ can I ask you both a question~" "sure?" Angel dust smirks. "How big is your dic-" "angel no!" "What? I'm just asking!" (How big are their dic-)

• Time skip ♪ Bc ♪ I'm lazy as shit♪

• It's been a week and everyone grew fond of them. They don't really see catnap often since he hides in his bedroom or in the shadows watching them in day time. And for dogday, He loves to help everyone and everyone loves how he smells like vanilla even Lucifer and Even the radio demon himself.

• And at night time, catnap would roam around the hotel with his red smoke. At first everyone asked dogday What's the deal with catnap's red smoke and he replied that the red smoke is a sleeping gas.

• Everyone sometimes gets scared coming out of their rooms at night BC of catnap roaming around the hotel. Even Lucifer gets scared XD

• But.. They didn't know about Catnap's other form.. ( Heheh I'm so evil:])

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Part 2? No. Me take quest

BC I'm bored and I'm sick having a headache

[rayclubs]

Nobody asked for this but I'm rating TMA fear entities by how scary they are.

The Eye

This bitch should be afraid of me

I set my 0.5L bear head shaped glass mug of discount bootleg pepsi on the table and say "Watch This" and the ceaseless wanker never recovers

0/10 turn your gaze upon. My peanits

The Web

Kind of a MILF and they do intimidate me if I'm being honest

Spiders are pretty disturbing ever since I wrote that story about a gigantic man-eating species with blades for legs, but then there's Jolene who lives on my window and catches the bugs that are Far Worse so I don't even know

4/10 for honest effort, you go girl

The Dark

Scary in the sense that I will stab me goddamn toe

So fun fact, when I was a kid my parents brought home a wooden crate full of pears and set it on the floor near the kitchen doorframe and I ran by at full speed and whacked my pinky toe against it full force, it was bleeding like fuck but for whatever genius reason my parents didn't move the crate so next day I ran the exact same trajectory and didn't have a nail on my pinky toe for six months. But that was in broad daylight so

2/10 get torched idiot

The Vast

I could never be afraid of something so, so sexy

I guess I have an instinctive moderate fear of heights? I did fall off a tree once, and I am prone to window-jumping attempts, but it's not like I can't climb a ladder or anything. The ocean though? The open space? Tell me more

3/10 we on purposed kiss

The Buried

I would DIE in the buried

Petition to rename Too Close I Cannot Breathe to Get The Fuck Away From Me

7/10 can you tell I'm familiar with the crushing weight of poverty

The Flesh

Too funny to be scary

Yeah blood, yeah meat, I'm made of it babygirl don't even worry. I bet you only hate Viscera because your ribs are weird. Not me. Could never be me. My rib is beautiful and pristine, my bone marrow is delish, and my garden is FLOURISHING.

2/10 for the fear of actually going to the gym

The Hunt

It's Gonna Getcha

Kind of boring? Neighborhood stray dogs are scary but at some point you just say "fuck it" and walk the shortcut anyway. We don't have wolves or bears here where I live, it's pretty chill.

2/10 vampires aren't even that sexy (sorry)

The Corruption

I do NOT. Fuck with The Corruption. I DO NOT. Fucking hell.

Bone-chilling, terrifying, absolute bullshit whore of a fear, I HATE her, I hate her SO MUCH, watch me run out of my house screaming upon encountering one motherfucking bitch of a worm, I'm calling extermination services so quick you won't even have the time to say "Filth", FUCK The Corruption

10/10 aaa a a aa a a

The Stranger

Who

I don't know what "uncanny valley" means. I've read the definition but I do not understand the concept. Plastic people don't make any sense to me. "Things that aren't what they should be" does not make sense to me. I Might have identity issues

0/10 fucking clowns

The Slaughter

Soldier TF2

Respectfully and conceptually frightening but not on any personal level. Don't like thinking about it because there's a war just over the border right now, but also everyday things still need done y'know?

5/10

The Spiral

Hawt

Another thing that is conceptually scary but I would just deal with it in a producthve manner because I'm autism powers. Also I get lost even in normal, non-distorted places, so I'm what you may call experienced

4/10 mickey

The Lonely

MY GORGEOUS WIFE

I think about The Lonely at least once a day, I want to go there forever. Will you go to The Lonely with me? Will you? Will you?

0/10 she makes me so happy I want to cry

The Desolation

Yeah fire doesn't do it for me

Can't be scared of losing your home if you don't have a home in the first place

3/10 I'm scared of mean women

The Extinction

Been there done that

More hopeful than scary. Made in Heaven that shit aye

1/10 who gives a shits

The End

Ah well

I mean, I could die tomorrow and I wouldn't care. Cause I'd be dead. Cheers for the living but I'm different.

2/10 the scariest part is all the tentacles

[ofthehands]

Had the idea of a TCM vampire AU stuck in my head for quite some time now, and while I've got a fic blocked out for it and will probably draw some sketches for it soon, I wanna work on other stuff at the moment, so under the read more is a collection of ideas I've had for it that I'm throwing into the nether.

Sawyer Colony

Grandpa-

Literal 1000 year old vampire

Supposedly super powerful (younger Sawyers hype him up so much)

Not very active (for now)

Passes on vampirism to other Sawyers either genetically or by biting them "when the time is right"

Nubbins-

Born human, turned by Grandpa when he was pretty young bc he fell off the roof of their house and almost died

Super proud of this fact ("I'm g-grandpa's favorite!")

Survives getting hit by truck bc vehicular manslaughter can't really kill a vampire lol

Chop Top-

Born human as well, turned by Grandpa before he went to Vietnam "just in case"

Good call, he took a swinging mace straight to the forehead, would have died if not turned

Really enjoys taking part in human life/ music/ just hanging out with humans he doesn't plan to eat. Nubbins will do it with him, but isn't really social otherwise.

Drayton-

Hasn't actually been turned as of the start of story

Incredibly salty about this fact, is a dick to brothers in part bc of this, and is way meaner when he's been worrying about his own mortality/ potentially never getting turned

Started selling human meat as a side hustle to get rid of all the bodies his vampire brothers brought home.

Very anti-social and disconnected from his humanity despite being a human much longer than his brothers.

Bubba -

Only Sawyer brother born a vampire

Was his parents' pride and joy bc of this.

Parents didn't leave, ended up killed. Long story lol

Really wants to socialize with humans/ the outside world, but brothers have convinced him he can't.

Does self-expression (masks + little outfits + makeup + hair), listening to radio, and watching movies to simulate interaction he craves.

Vampire Hunters

Lefty-

Usual obsessive Lefty things.

Got fired from job bc he was constantly pursing vampires.

Only person who believed Sally when she reported vampires killed her friends.

Dying of heatstroke at all times bc he wears a turtleneck everywhere

more scared of being bitten/ turned than he is of dying (fairly confident vampires don't have souls/ can't go to heaven, and so being bitten = L + Ratio + ruined soul + no place in God's kingdom)

Stretch-

Got dragged into this the usual way (though a little different)

Overall the most successful hunter. (Don't worry about that lol)

Confident she can bring an end to the vampire colony and avenge those they've lost.

Only vampire hunter to actually work with all the other hunters at some point. (Don't worry about that either)

LG-

Stretch's emotional support

Has no idea how tf to deal with vampires

Beats the shit out of them in bat form with a stop sign stolen from their lair (not effective but kind of funny to watch)

Mad as hell at Lefty for dragging them into this

Sally-

In psych hospital after talking about vampires killing her friends/ brother

Gets out of hospital after accepting the "truth" that vampires aren't real.

Trying to live her best life when dragged back into vampire nonsense by Lefty.

Has a service dog named Leo who helps with mental health symptoms and later with smelling/detecting vampire bats (they're stealthy little bastards)

Determined to avenge brother/ get her uncle out of the huge mess he's made

Other notes

Been working on vampire lore and making sure it all adds up. Currently they can turn into bats bc that's fun, and only the very old/ powerful vampires like Grandpa are weak to sunlight. Also a bite anywhere on the body can turn someone if they're not killed, so the Sawyers mostly cut people and lap up the blood, kind of like real vampire bats.

Also Franklin isn't on either list but he's going to be uuhhhh involved so to speak

[siriuslystargazing]

Becoming Human: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 ~ A New Lease on Life

James never thought death wouldn't come to him so quickly. One moment he was upstairs with his fiancé, Lily Evans; the next, he was on the bottom floor dead. At first, death was lonely. He had to sit in the living room watching everyone mourn him. He watched his mother cry ugly tears, and his friends Peter and Severus console his mourning wife. It wasn't until Lily pulled away that he saw the bump. Lily was pregnant, and now he's dead, and now the pipes in the house are groaning with anger, his anger. Lily looked up, unsure of what was going on. Still, by then, the wake unanimously decided to finish early, and now the house was empty again. James Potter died at 21, which was 4 years ago. 

Remus was 15 when it happened, 15 years old when everything went wrong when Greyback broke into his tent during a family camping trip and cursed him with his wolf. His next encounter with the supernatural was at 20; he worked at a small café in Portsmouth, waiting on tables and pouring coffee. Simple job. It brings in money until 4 masked figures come in, called themselves the Death Eaters, dragged Remus out of the café and beat him to a pulp on the street. Luckily fate intervened, and he was saved by a stranger. 

"I suggest you leave him alone", the Irishman drawled. 

"Why on earth would we do that? He's a filthy mutt that needs to be put down. We're just doing the world a favour, wouldn't you agree?" one of the death eaters spoke; Remus couldn't tell who thanks to all the cryptic masks they wore, but heavens above, he was shit scared and wanted to die right then and there. 

"No, I disagree, but you're playing a dangerous game. His boss will wonder where he went in a matter of minutes, and I don't think the Aurors need another reason to cover up your messes; leave him to me" Aurors? What the fuck is that? Remus thought he had never heard of them. Still, considering the 5 people in this alleyway smelled like blood and something undead, he concluded it had something to do with them. He was right; Aurors were a network of vampires that kept the population in check. If they had done their job correctly, Remus wouldn't be surrounded by Death eaters. 

"you're a coward betraying your kind like this for an oversized dog", another death eater spat "let's just get out of here", and with that, they all left, flitting from the scene. The Irishman stepped out of the darkness and into the neon glow of the café sign; he was tall and handsome, but something lingered behind his eyes. 

"Why help me? Why not let them kill me?" Remus's voice shook 

“Everyone deserves death, I just thought you’d want to go out on your terms and not to some deranged Vampiric Nazis, so I decided I want to help you" The Irishman held out a hand. Remus hesitated to take it, but something in him urged him to trust the man "Qrow, I'm like them, a vampire. Don't panic, though. I'm off the red stuff," Qrow huffs a laugh helping Remus up.  

"Remus Lupin, so what now?" Remus fixes his clothes the best he can. 

"Well, I think fate brought us together for a reason...I found a nice house in Camden, cheap rent. I have a job at the hospital. I'm sure I can get you something" Qrow pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers one to Remus, who, in turn, accepts. 

"Why do you think I'd just join and live with you at the drop of a hat" Remus takes a drag clutching his ribs in a defensive stance. “Just because I'm a … werewolf doesn't mean I roll over and expose myself to the first guy that decides to take pity on me.” Qrow looks around, trying to think of something to say.  

"Look, something just tells me you're trying to be human; I want to help you. That and I lost a very old friend. He told me to make a new one" Qrow bares his teeth in an awkward smile that makes Remus stifle a small laugh. “You might not want to trust me, but at least give me a chance; look, the moment you want out, fine, you can go. But please, I'm asking for one chance. I know I was supposed to find you. Call me crazy, but when you’ve been around as long as I have you-” Remus holds his hand, silencing the word vomit Qrow produced. 

"And if I accept your lavish offer, what will I-. We do about my time of the month?" 

"Hospital basement, it's just been cleared out for renovations and knowing the NHS as it stands, that won't be for another 10-15 years yet." Remus weighed his options; he was about to get kicked out of the house share he was in, Landlord Was being a massive cunt and raising the price, he had to drive miles out to change, and no one helped him... what's the worst that could happen? 

"Fine, when do we leave?" Remus takes a drag letting his guard down; Qrow smiles "we can go now if you want" Qrow points over to his car. 

The drive back to London wasn't as bad as Remus expected; he managed to call his flatmates and tell them he was leaving and coming to pick up a few things. He wasn't fussed about his old car. It was practically scrap, so it was theirs to deal with. He spoke with the café owner, took the rest of his wages from the till, and then hit the road. Not even halfway, they stopped at a service station to grab food. Remus was in awe that Qrow so casually ordered food and ate it. "I thought you lot need blood to survive and well eat, I guess." 

"Common misconception, as I said, I'm off the stuff. Human blood it's like a drug, but I'm doing better than I was. I eat for show this stuff,” he gestures to the big mac meal on the table “it has no taste, it's been a tough couple of years... adapting but I'm getting there” Qrow's voice was low. 

"Oh, what about daylight?" Remus was far more interested in learning more about vampires than anything else. 

"It's bright, so I wear sunglasses, and as for the other questions you have, watch" Remus watches Qrow manifest, his fangs descend, and his eyes go black. Blink. Human once more. "Holy shit! And you can do that running thing those guys did, too?" 

"Yeah, it's called flitting; you run fast, that's about it, really" the two continued to dine on their French fries "can I ask how old you are? I mean, if you want to tell me that it is." 

"Around 127 years old, give or take a few months. I was recruited at 21 during the first world war. Was a medic, got caught, and well” Qrow gestured to himself. It was true. He was caught out and sent to a prisoner-of-war camp. “What about you? How do you become a creature of the night?” 

Remus sighed; it was an incredibly sore subject. Losing his mum that night and then his chance at everyday life thanks to some creep by the name Greyback "I was 15, camping trip" Qrow didn't press for more he could sense it wasn't a story ready to be told. For some reason, he found Qrow to be easy to talk to. 

****** 

They finally arrived at the flat just before the morning rush of commuters entered London; Camden was an exciting place, Remus thought. The house Qrow managed to get cheap was even nicer than he thought. It was a simple townhouse defiantly worth over a few million pounds; Remus supposed a few million a month was cheap to a vampire. "Here it is, home sweet home", Qrow mused, slamming the car door." I must admit I thought it would be a slum of some sort, but this is nice" Remus peered into the front window into what he assumes is the living room. "I feel a trip to Ikea is needed. Where's the closest one?" 

"Wembley, I think, help me with the Tv, would you" Qrow opens the boot pulling out a nice flatscreen box ", 42 inches. Picked it up from the Tesco; it was on them Clubcard prices right cracker steal." 

"Well, at least we have a tv", Remus mused, helping Qrow pull the Tv from the car. It wasn't long until another car pulled up to the house; it was a fancy automobile considering Qrow and Remus drove up in a vintage Ford consul. Stepping out was a tall hooked-nosed man. He didn't look all too welcoming but gave off a prick of a property owner. 

"You must be Mr Rosewood?" The man drawls with the foulest look on his face 

"oh Yeah, hi, umm, you don't look like a Lily, mind you, no judgement here", Qrow bares his teeth in what he thinks is a smile "no Ms Potter is busy, so she sent me, any issues with the building you are to contact me, My name is Severus Snape" Snape holds out a card with his name and number on, Qrow takes it "Qrow, and my roommate Remus…." Qrow smiles, helping Remus carry the Tv into the house. 

"Lupin, Remus lupin", Snape simply sneers at both "pleasure to meet you" Snape grinds out "it's a nice 3-bed house. Lily has said the rent has been negotiated; any issues, call me directly I'll respond, or I'll send Peter around. Oh, and if a little punkish delinquent named Sirius Black bothers, you tell him to fuck off" Snape grimaces once more, handing a set of Keys over to Qrow "you might want to get another set cut for him" With that, Snape leaves the house. Remus is in awe of the place; it is lovely. Something about it felt so inviting and safe. "Well, I guess that's the maintenance of the lot sorted", Remus huffs 

"Aye, well, home sweet home, I guess. You take the first pick of the rooms. I'll set this bad boy up, and then we can head to that Ikea place you were talking about." Remus stops at the stairs 

"Wait, you've been alive for over 100 years and never been to Ikea?" Remus was in awe 

"Yeah, never needed to, I haven't done many things, but now that's all going to change." 

"Fair enough", Remus laughs continuing up the stairs ", you have bought a Tv license and an aerial for that, right?" Remus shouts from the landing 

"The fucks a TV licence, and I thought you just plug these things in", Qrow huffs reading over the instruction booklet; it clearly said it needed Wi-Fi and a tv aerial to function. "Fuck's sake!" 

Remus shook his head, looking around the 3 bedrooms, but something felt off; it felt like someone was following him. He peered into the master bedroom. It was huge and perfect. Qrow said he got first dibs and might as well go for it. He threw what belongings he managed to grab from the old house into his room and turned to leave. He still couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching his every move. 

A few days later, the house was slowly coming together; Qrow had realised that Remus had acute OCD and kept the place looking clean and insisted that everything had a home. He claimed it gave him control, so Qrow didn't mind. In return, Qrow decided to fix anything broken in the house; the pair weren't overly fond of Snape and weren't in the mood to meet new people. The only thing that refused to be fixed was the upstairs toilet; Qrow called Snape, who said he would send Peter over as soon as possible. "I spoke with some people over at the hospital; it looks like a porter job is going; you want it?" Qrow spoke between bites of toast. "Really? Yeah, when do I start?" Remus beamed. "Today, I'll make sure you are close to my ward; thanks for the tea this morning." 

"I didn't make you tea. I thought you made it?" Remus and Qrow look at each other, confused, both taking a sip from the mysterious tea. "Oh... then who made the tea? Unless..." Qrow set his mug down; looking behind him, the sudden feeling of being watched had returned, and they could both feel it. 

"Unless what Qrow-" 

"Shhh-" Remus was taken aback; Qrow kept scanning the kitchen, waiting for something or someone to appear "you going to tell me what you're doing, or is this some weird vampire trick?" 

"Do you get the feeling that someone is watching us? I had it since we returned from," Qrow holding in his shudder ", Ikea." 

"Well, I did feel something when I was picking a room" Remus could feel and hear the tremble in his voice ", but-" Qrows' Alarm blares out. "Jesus' fuck!" Qrow silences his phone "guess the ghost hunt can wait; time for your first day." 

Qrow grabbed his coat, leaving his plate and mug. "Leave it, Rem, or we'll be late!" Qrow shouts from the hallway. Remus stares at the messy table, itching to clean "ugh, fine! But promise me you won't leave them again!" Remus follows Qrow out of the house; as he closes the door, he could have sworn a messy-haired man was standing in the kitchen holding two mugs of tea. 

James liked having roommates again. It reminded him of when he lived with Sirius and Peter at university, except back then, he wouldn't hide; he would be joining in on the banter, even starting it, but the moment James heard them both talking about Vampires and werewolves, he got freaked out. Was it true this whole time that they lived amongst them? James didn't know why he was questioning it; he was a ghost for crying out loud! So, James did what he always did: clean the pots, make a cup of tea, wait for Sirius, and act like he was alive and human again. 

"Bye guys have a good day's work," James said to the empty kitchen as he watched his new housemates, well tenants, he guessed, leave for work. James was used to people moving in and out, so he wasn't expecting this couple to stay long. So, he sighed, picked up the leftover pots, and began washing them, just doing odd domestic chores hoping they would last longer in the house if it felt like a magic cleaning fairy exhausted. Even if Remus had started putting him out of a job with his manic cleaning episodes. By 10am, the house was spotless, meaning Sirius would be over to sit on the porch before his shift at the hospital. The kettle had boiled, and James made Sirius his tea and waited on the porch; just like always, Sirius stubbed out his ciggy and sat down at the porch to pick up his tea. 

"Thanks, mate." he laughed into his cup  

"It's okay; we got new tenants the other day. I think you will like them. One’s got a killer black trench coat and boots. The other is, well, he's defiantly a dog person." James sat beside Sirius his arm wrapped around Sirius's shoulders. Even though Sirius can't see or hear him, James hopes that Sirius feels comfort when they have one-sided conversations.  

"You know I don't believe much in ghosts, but I know you can hear me. Can you make sure Padfoot is okay up there? He-" Sirius choaks on his sob "well, I thought the big doofus was going to make it, but the vet said his cancer spread, so he crossed that rainbow bridge." Sirius tried to hold it together but failed; it broke something in James to see his best friend like that. "Oh shit, I gotta go, mate; I love you, and I miss you so fucking much" Sirius wiped his face and downed his cuppa, heading for work and leaving James alone again. "I know, mate, I miss you too" James stayed on the porch for 2 hours 

****** 

"Your self-control is insane if you can work in a hospital" Remus sat down in the breakroom opposite Qrow "oh, and thanks again for helping me get this job; how much rent do I owe you?"  

"Nothing, it's fine. I can cover it; you just buy food and furniture" Qrow sips on his coffee as he watches the other nurses and doctors rush around the canteen getting food. Remus joins him, observing the room "speaking of food, I managed to nip to the Co-Op and grabbed steak for dinner. I'm guessing you want yours raw?" Remus smiles at his joke as Qrow chokes on his coffee, laughing, "that's a good one, Lupin; yeah, the steak sounds good.” Qrows pager beeps; he pulls it out, reading the call. “I'm gonna be down in paediatrics this afternoon. I'll see you at six” Qrow leaves again, rushing through the corridors to the ward. 

“Oh, so you’re the new Surgeon”, Sirius Coo'd from the ward reception desk; he waltzed over to Qrow, handing over the patient's file smugly. “Male, 16, shattered his leg, you must be pinning it back in place. Doctor Black, the pleasure is all mine.” Qrow takes the file scanning over the information  

“Not the worse break I've seen; you want in on this?" Qrow gestures to the operating room. 

“Wait; really?” 

“Yes, really, Doctor Qrow Rosewood, but Qrow is fine, honestly” Qrow offers a hand Sirius accepts, giving his winning smile “nice to see the hospital put a specialist in orthopaedics' on the books for a change. Sirius.” the two make their way into the surgical suit. 

Sirius and Qrow stand over the patient gloved and ready to roll. “Have you done this before?” Qrow looks up at Sirius, who simply states, “no, I haven’t; I've read about it that’s as close as I've gotten to something like this.” 

“Well, like I always say, see one, do one, Teach one. Not my first pinning and it's not as fucked as your notes made it out to be, so the chances of amputation if we fuck up are slim to none,” Sirius could hear the smile behind Qrows mask. “Sirius is quite the unique name if I must say.” 

Sirius scoffs “coming from you? You're named after a bird but spelt it with a Q.” 

“Yeah, I was pretentious little shit when I changed it. But I'm just putting two and two together here; you don’t know a Severus Snape, would you?” 

“I do”, Sirius spat the words out at Qrow “why?” 

“Oh, it's just my Landlady’s Maintenace man, possible lover or something has told me to tell you to fuck off. If I see you near my house.” Qrow begins his insertions of the metal rods  

“he’s a slimy git, that’s all, And I would really appreciate it if you still let me-” 

“of course, you can sit in front of our house until you die. I really don’t care. Though I can’t speak on behalf of my roommate, why not come around for dinner tonight? I think we're having steak.” 

Sirius was stunned but let the offer hang in the air as he focused on the procedure. Watching Qrow move the pins into place gracefully and with little effort was mesmerising. It wasn’t long before the process was finished, and the patient was wheeled out. “My offer still stands; we’re having steak tonight at six; you look like a medium rare kind of guy anyway” the two walk down the corridor back to the ward.  

Remus was contently mopping when he heard the familiar sound of Qrow talking. He looked up to see him walking with another doctor. “I suppose I could join you. My shift finishes at 5:30 today, so why not” Sirius smiles.   

“Speaking of my roommate, Remus, over here.” Qrow waves Remus over. “Sirius, this is Remus, Remus this is the guy we’re supposed to shout fuck off to, I have invited him for dinner. You don’t mind, do you?” 

Remus wasn’t as stunned by Qrows abruptness as he used to be. He held out his scarred hand to Sirius, who gracefully accepted. Sirius’ beauty encapsulated Remus, the way his hair framed his face to the deep grey of his eyes that reminded him of a summer storm. “Yeah, hi, your good with steak, right?” 

Sirius couldn’t for the life of him formulate a response. The taller man in front of him. He was utterly beautiful even if he was littered with scars. “Yeah, sounds pretty, guy - Good sounds good”, Remus tried to conceal the blush spreading across his face by laughing. Oh yeah, this being human thing is going to be so easy. 

[fazfacts]

CR1TIKAL FNAF 4 GAMEPLAY AND COMMENTARY SENTENCE STARTERS!

❝ Obviously, this party is in celebration of those new animatronic parrots I keep seeing on TV. ❞

❝ Is that the Planters Peanuts’ mascot? ❞

❝ That’s not very nice. ❞

❝ I'm not scared now, I’m just crying. ❞

❝ Alright, whatever you say, sport. ❞

❝ There’s no need to cry. ❞

❝ There’s no need to cry, that golden gummy bear thing is with us. ❞

❝ Way to look on the bright side. ❞

❝ Goodness gracious, I have a feeling this one’s going to be spooky. ❞

❝ I’m coming, Daddy. ❞

❝ Am I some type of baby rhinoceros trying to impale things with my horn? ❞

❝ I think I now know the optimal strategy. ❞

*squeak*

❝ Oh my fucking goodness, it squeaks! ❞

❝ What kind of parents give their son a squeaky toy meant for the dogs? ❞

❝ Give me that, that’s going to [___]! ❞

❝ [___] looks like they’ve seen some universe-altering things in their life. ❞

❝ Checking right door for supernatural disturbances. ❞

❝ Investigating left door for bogies. ❞

❝ How are things in your neck of the woods? ❞

❝ Give me a report. Is everything in order? ❞

❝ Affirmative. ❞

❝ Was that a ghost, soldier? A demon? ❞

❝ Is everything okay over here? ❞

❝ Alright, if you say so. ❞

❝ Checking right doorway, watch my flank. ❞

❝ The squeaking wards off the evil spirits. ❞

❝ He’s the best comrade I could ever ask for. ❞

❝ Still no action in the closet. ❞

❝ Give me a sitrep. ❞

❝ Roger that. ❞

❝ Another paranormal phenomenon. ❞

❝ He’s not squeaking, something has gone awry! ❞

❝ He’s not [___], something has gone awry! ❞

❝ No squeaks. Shit, we’re in trouble now. ❞

❝ If he ain’t squeakin’, my ass starts leakin’. ❞

❝ Anything can happen now. ❞

❝ Oh, thank goodness! Thank heavens! ❞

❝ Oh, thank goodness! Thank heavens! A squeak! ❞

❝ Once he goes back to squeaking, my shit stops peeking...from my anus. ❞

❝ That’s how you fucking do it right there. ❞

❝ Is this your doing, you waffle with arms? ❞

❝ That’s my favorite spot on the couch, please get off. ❞

❝ I don’t understand these directions at all. ❞

❝ Well, this isn’t very hard. ❞

❝ He can’t do anything if I’m shining a fucking flashlight in his fucking face. ❞

❝ Is everything okay, though, comrade? ❞

❝ Squeak for me. ❞

❝ Shit, no squeaks this time. It’s not safe. ❞

❝ Let me check with my ally. ❞

❝ We’re back in business. ❞

❝ Nope, I guess the business is still closed. ❞ 

❝ Why the fuck did he squeak when it wasn’t safe? ❞

❝ Is he a turncoat? ❞

❝ He must have known there was a duck outside my door. ❞

❝ That kind of shit gets you outcasted. ❞

❝ I don’t know what to do in this situation. ❞

❝ All I can do is shine a flashlight and look around. ❞

❝ All I can do is shine a flashlight and look around. It’s not exactly the best type of defense or offense, really. ❞

❝ Is this what you wanted when you came to my room? ❞

❝ Sorry, I didn’t invite you, please get out. ❞

❝ Knock knock. Who’s there? Nobody. ❞

❝ No soliciting. ❞

❝ I’m not interested, thank you. ❞

❝ You must have been raised by the pirates. ❞

❝ I was raised by Tommy Pickles. ❞

❝ A baby’s gotta do what a baby’s gotta do. ❞

❝ I can open and close this door all night. ❞

❝ I can keep this flashlight shined all fucking night. ❞

❝ He’s fucking afraid of me now. ❞

❝ What are you doing? ❞

❝ I was playing with the dog. ❞

❝ How fucking rude. Unreal. ❞

[hannahhook7744]

My Royal wedding review;

Spoiler alert is a given, it is mainly bashing, and this review is not a good one.

Okay, so my biggest problem so far is the animation. Why does Jay look like a mix of Aladdin and Li Shang? Why is Audrey's outfit and hair so awful? And what is up with Chad's look? They also basically just reused Chad and Audrey's (and probably some other people's) previous outfits instead of coming up with new ones... and what is up with Chad's hair?! Is it curly? Is it not? Consistency people!

Also the story within itself is just confusing and a bit insulting. You're telling me that they had AUDREY  — Audrey who just had a breakdown last movie and turned evil for a bit, Audrey who is recovering from mental abuse and clear neglect, Audrey whose ex is the groom who got spelled by the bride into humiliating her infront of two whole schools (never letting that go btw)—plan the fricking wedding?! Isn't that a teensy bit cruel?! Am I the only one who thinks that?!

Like, I get that she wanted to help but you could have had her doing something else?

I mean, for god's sake people, Jane could have planned it! You know, like she did in d2?! Also, where the hell is Jane?! Why isn't she here?! Where are Harry, Lonnie, Gil, Carlos, and Doug?! Why are the only friends of Ben we see there are his ex and Chad who is only there to be treated horribly by everyone?!

R.I.P Carlos you will be missed.

And why wasn't Maleficent on a leash to prevent her running away? Are you seriously telling me that no one saw that coming? 

Why is Jay the one greeting people and not a guard? 

Why wasn't anyone watching Hades to prevent this disaster or a similar one from happening? And for god's sake, keep the two divorcees away from each other at all times! It's Maleficent and Hades! You should have saw this coming!

Also, why are they making Audrey act so self-absorbed when she's already learned that lesson?! She wouldn't cry that the set up was ruined—at least not in the moment— she's go into damage control mode and try to fix it so Ben and Mal wouldn't freak out! Honestly, it feels like Disney is just teaching us and the characters the same lessons over and over again.

And Hades seriously caused that much damage without Uma stopping it? Or at least without her putting out the fire before Mal could see it?! They made up for heaven's sake! Also, why do they keep humiliating Chad and Audrey?! That shit got old in the 2nd movie, so stop doing it!

Audrey has had her redemption, why do you keep humiliating her?! And why won't they just give Chad a redemption or keep his character consistent at least?

Also, really Mal? You had to turn into a dragon . Talk about over dramatic! 

Also, what the hell Hades? And also Ben, no, don't talk to your father in law that way, you sweet moron. 

Okay that Hades and Maleficent bit was funny. 

Hades stop acting like a dick and at least pretend you don't find the situation funny! Mal, just accept the apology or don’t and stop making excuses!

And how the hell does Hades of all people know Chad?! And also, good on Chad for trying to stop dude from acting Maleficent! I don't  blame him for holding Dude that way when the dog is going absolutely mental. Dude what the fuck, you can talk now. Why are you still biting people?  Also, why the hell did no one tell Chad he wasn't on fire? I don't blame him for being scared.

Also, disney please drop the bratty, entitled act for both Audrey and Chad. That stopped being funny in descendants 1. And you think I'm seriously gonna laugh at Hades dumping water on Chad and having everyone treat Chad like fucking dirt (THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO INVITE HIM TO THE WEDDING IF THEY HATED HIM THAT MUCH!) after seeing heartbroken about Audrey in d2 and seeing him abused by his best friend and crush in d3? You made a joke out of his claustrophobia and it wasn't funny. I'm not gonna laugh at him being treated like crap after that.

Especially by the people who are supposed to be friends with the person who is supposedly his best friend! Like come on, people, this shit isn't funny. It's just sad and depressing at this point. They're all old enough to know that they didn't have to make that comment or invite him to begin with. Especially grown ass Hades who thought dumping water on someone much younger than him was funny.

Also Hades, why did you run off instead of just sticking around to clean up the mess you unintentionally made and explaining your fucking self?! Also, stop making Audrey seem like bitch. Seriously man.  Audrey and Chad just sound whiny. Which I thought  we were passed doing!

Also Ben would not have grabbed FG like that. She is his friend's mother and his former headmistress. He has more respect for her than that. 

Also way to throw out all the hard work Audrey put into your wedding by deciding to have it on the isle! Stop being so disrespectful to her and Chad. This isn't funny. Sure, they were brats and Chad can be annoying but having them both be humiliated several times and spat on verbally in the movie is just awful. They're kids damn it.

Audrey stressed herself out all day trying to run damage control and keep everything on track. And she stressed herself out for months planning your stupid fucking wedding, only for you to have it on the isle?! Are you kidding me?! The vows are sweet but the outfits could have been better. Especially Mal's dress. And they couldn't have changed Fg's outfit at least once?!

It's a wedding people, why are the adults wearing their regular clothes? Why is Audrey wearing her regular clothes? 

Why didn't they send for Uma and Dizzy so they could be at the wedding?! You wasted everyone's time by not having them there after you invited them. And the thing with Fg and Hades at the end was icky, please don't repeat that. Also, really? You couldn't have just let someone agree to dance with Chad? I  know you hate him disney but that's sad and petty, and I'm disappointed. You’d think that at least one of his friends would

Oh great, I sound like a mother scolding a child. Thanks for making me sound old!

 And now I'm off to watch ‘Wicked World’. 

I'll probably end up making a rewrite of the royal wedding. Also, I get that Mal wouldn't want a white dress because I, myself, wouldn't want one, but why is her entire ducking dress just one or two shades of purple?! Throw some more shades in or some fucking green and blue. Make her dress look like an actual Evie product and make it look less bland, please. I beg of you.

Also, where is the coordination?! Where are the groomsmen and bridesmaids, and the maid of honor and the best man. Why isn't everyone at least trying to match Ben and Mal's color scheme? WHERE IS THE COLOR SCHEME?! This is a complete disaster, fix it. 

You know what? Nope. I'll probably just have to rewrite it with some friends of mine. One day at least. If I ever get in the mood to do it. No promises though.

Also... WHY DIDN'T BEN AND AUDREY SAY ANYTHING WHEN EVERYONE WAS SHITTING ON CHAD?! COME ON, GUYS, THAT'S YOUR FRIEND!

[flavorlesscheeto]

EddiexStevexReader

Best friends Troupe (Modern AU)

Contains: swearing and talk of nudity

Eddie:

"Steve, since you punked out and chose truth...uhm?" Charlie hangs upside down from a tree. Her shirt flipped up under her chin but her hand on her chest to cover. "Is it true you have a pain kink?" Laughing as he pinches the bridge of his nose, "Of course not dumbass." Throwing an apple and making her fall, "Oh shit, ow my fucking titty you ass eater." He sticks his tongue out, she flips him off. "Steve and Charlie sitting in the dirt, she said her titty hurt." I laugh, falling from my perch on the same tree. "Oh eat grave dirt Munson." She helps me up dusting us both off, Steve chews a taffy stick. "But false just a daddy kink." She Snickers, "Oooh, you have issues.. I like it." I ignore her tease that got him flustered, "Can't tell, you get your ass beat too many times." Laughing we all walk to Charlie's house, laying in her bed. Her walls are covered in polaroid pictures of dumb shit we've done together. So many things over the span of our bond of a year.

•Stoned ice cream eating contest

•dance on pool floaties (we found out she's very uncoordinated)

•walmart cart racing in empty Popeyes parking lot at 4am

•Dressing up like we were in "Pirates of the Caribbean" with pizza on her roof

•Camping at the beach in swimsuit

• Period party

•Egging cars, houses of teachers

•Duct taping Steve in the trunk of her car and driving around to scare him

Aw

Steve:

"Charlie? Truth or Dare?" "Dare! I'm no pussy, but I like some." Giggling Eddie tosses a pillow at her, "Shut up and I dare you to call one of them guys who you slept with and tell them you want to talk." She gasps giggling evilly while looking for her phone. "It's in your bra Char," " Thanks Stevie bear." We gag and laugh as she scrolls, " Billy..? Nah he couldn't care less, Jason..worst one night stand ever." We all agree, she calls and he picks up on the 3rd ring. Hiding our stifled laughter, she makes it sound like she was crying, "J-jason, please meet me at Lover's Lake. It's like.. super important. Like dead serious." He agreed to meet her, she hangs up and laughs. "What next?" She plops in between us with a pack of gummy worms. One hangs from her lips, "Eddie I dare you to get this worm from me." She winks playfully. He grabs her throat and kisses her. Taking the worm, I just steal chocolate from her snack basket and watch. I don't know why but they are both looking extremely attractive at this moment. He pulls her into his lap, "Aye Aye Aye lover birds cut it out. The dare has been fulfilled." They wipe their mouths and Eddie turns to me chewing the candy. "Steve, I choose dare for you. I dare you to pick out a movie and kiss the hotter friend." I squint my eyes, "Hard, I'll pick All dogs go to heaven... #one. I want to see you cry Eddie, and I can't kiss both of you... Equality." Charlie rolls her eyes and pushes me back into Eddie, she pulls a candy out her mouth and puts it in Eddie's before leaning to me. " How about you shut your ass up and just accept this....daddy." Holding my collar, shoving her tongue in my mouth, I don't even have time to process what's going on. My hands grab her waist and hold her tight. She pulls away, moving hair away from her mouth. " Your turn Eddie."

Charlie:

Their lips crash in a spiderman kiss, I laugh and grab some clothes. Sneaking off for a quick shower since Steve bruised my boob with an apple made me fall in dirt. Washing my hair, I hear the door open. I peek out the curtain, Steve sits on the toilet lid, Eddie on the sink, he examines my hair products, "It's not nice to leave us behind Char." I push my hand out the fortress of hell boiling hot shower water and showcase my special finger to them. They laugh, "Can we Join?" Steve asks in a joking tone, "Sure," I see the shock shared on their faces as they quickly undress and enter. I turn the water temp down. This is not the first time we've seen each other nude, once we got drunk and played strip poker even though we don't know how to play poker so we took shots and stripped. But it is our first shared shower. Eddie puts my soap on my loofah and lathers it all over my body. "This really smells good." Steve looks back towards him, "I wonder if you can ever relate." I hold back laughter. "Steve please when you do your hair you smell like Charlie's mother's hairspray." I laugh hard and can't stop, getting out after rinsing all the soap off me. They do the same we all walk to my room quietly to not wake up my parents. They change into clothes they left over and I put on a bra and some shorts. We lay in bed and hit each other with pillows until our heads hurt. We laugh and pass out.

[mikecuenca]

Trash Heap Souvenir No. 4

The Cuencas:

         I’d get out of grade school around 3pm. My dad would scoop me up and bring me to his office. He was an accountant. His own business. And his office was sandwiched between what at the time was a Guitar Center and this Chinese take-out place called Koo’s.

From the backseat of my parents’ car windows I’d see a bunch of musicians with multi-colored hair and leather jackets lurking around. They were punkers but my mom referred to them as “hippies”, not knowing what that actually meant.“You better not grow up to be a hippie!,” my mom would warn in Spanish.

Followed by my dad going, “Son unos delincuentes.” [“Bunch of delinquents.”]

But who could blame them? All the gangs in ‘80s movies were punk! Think about it: TERMINATOR, POLICE ACADEMY (the series was a staple in my living room), doesn’t matter, whatever, we can list them off.

Now, the way my dad became an accountant is sort of funny. And this is all hearsay ‘cause he never shared anything. Well, save for two stories:

One about his dog when he was a kid getting scared shitless after a bottle rocket went off. He spent hours looking for the dog, worried sick. Found him dead of heart failure hiding under his bed.

The other tied into his fear of scorpions.

No, not the band. The creature.

“Wind of Change” rules. I will blast that. Right now.

We were watching HONEY, I SHRUNK THE KID and you know when that huge-ass scorpion appears? My dad shivered and turned from the TV to the newspaper (he always watched TV with a newspaper sitting on his gut) going, “No jodas!” The nearest translation being something akin to, “Fuck off.” My mom then taunted him. That’s my family. All ball-busters.

Now, this is a lady who nearly faints every time she sees any sort of reptile. You show her a rubber snake and she screams. When ANACONDA came out, it was her nightmare. I asked her once, “Well, if you’re so scared of snakes how’d you do on your wedding night when my dad pulled his pants off?” Hahahahaha! She turned red, all embarrassed that I said this in front of her friends, who all started howling, by the way, and she yelled out, “Muchachito! Coño! You with that language. The same as your dad!”

You have no idea how much she freaks when a lizard rears its scaly hide. During our second short stint living in Miami, Florida she’d have me smack all the lizards that would cling to our backyard screen door with a broom before she’d enter the kitchen that accompanied it. I will always associate the Disney animated short THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW with this ‘cause she had pulled me away from the haunting TV screen to go take care of these cold-blooded fiends. She was scared of lizards? Well, that Headless Horseman scared the shit out of three-year-old me so thank the heavens for this vicious chore. Americanos made their kids do their dishes and take-out the trash? My Cuban mom made me go gangbusters on these fucking things. WHACK! FWAP! PAP!

Oh, and my aunt, her sister Irene (pronounced Ee-Reh-Neh), same reaction but to cockroaches. Had a blast showing her the cockroach segment in the first CREEPSHOW once. Muahahahaha!

What is it with this whole fainting spell amongst my family when encountering certain species of the animal kingdom?

My dad’s scorpion story goes— and I added this to FRENCH NOVEL as one of Hue’s voice-overs but I pulled it from the final cut— there was this local café where he grew up in Guantanamo, Cuba. Apparently, a scorpion got into the coffee grinder one morning and all the people who drank that batch died of poisoning. This horrified my dad as a kid. And it stuck.

But, no, that’s as far as it went when it came to his past. I watched SAVING PRIVATE RYAN with him at home when it hit video and he had to keep turning away from our big screen TV, going, “You wouldn’t understand.” No, I wouldn’t understand. Why don’t you tell me?

I’d only seen my parents kiss once. And I’d only seen my dad cry twice. Actually, no, three times:

When I showed him DANCER IN THE DARK (my sixth time watching it, probably). When the credits rolled he turned to me with red eyes and said drily, “Why did you show me that?”

And when his brother died. And when his mom died. News from the homeland.

We visited Cuba in 1994. I documented most of it on our home camera. I have the tapes now. My dad hadn’t seen his mom since he left the old country. She had Alzheimer’s, didn’t recognize him. He fell on his knees, trying to remind her who she was. If he cried then he didn’t let me know.

During that trip I met my dad’s childhood best friend: Orlando.

As an adult my mom would remind me, “You remember Orlando? He sends his regards.” How could I forget him? “He’s always asking about you.”

Orlando passed some odd years ago.

When they were kids, my dad, Heriberto-- Beto, for short---

Oh, shit. Oh, yeah, he’d say, “You know why los Americanos don’t get their taxes done here? (Because my parents never referred to Caucasians as white people; they referred to them as ‘Americanos’, just how all Asians are ‘chinos’, and so on and so forth) Because they see my name and they read ‘Be-to’ and think of ‘Vi-ro’ (‘virus’ in Spanish) and run away.”

…what?

Stupid dad-joke that doesn’t translate well. And I’d just roll my eyes. And of course, with my dad, if you didn’t laugh at his joke he would repeat it thinking you didn’t get it the first time.

“No, we don’t laugh ‘cause it’s terrible,” Lida, my sister-in-law, would say.

--but Beto and Orlando dived into a river. Orlando jumped in head first and hit a rock and went deaf for the rest of his life. So he’d communicate by scribbling on little bits of paper.

We were drifting on this small boat in what could have been the same river and Orlando pointed out to me all these homes surrounding the canal, scribbling: YOUR DAD HAS KIDS ALL OVER HERE.

And my dad turned pale and blurted, “Don’t tell him that!” Then to me: “Oye, don’t tell your mom that. Won’t hear the end of it.”

I didn’t repeat shit. “Look at that! My dad was a slut,” would have thought eleven-year-old me, had I such thoughts.

Orlando wasn’t toooooo far from the truth.

One day CHRISTINA comes on. Christina was (is?) what Oprah is to English-speaking folks. She had a guest on. This soap actor. We hear this voice coming from the TV that sounds just like my dad. My mom yells out, “Look at him! Look at him! Identical!”. I go up to the TV with my dad. This soap actor, a popular one at that, I’d have to ask my family what his name is, is there telling Christina that he’s never met his father, doesn’t know who he is, and he mentions his mother’s name and my dad turns that same familiar pale he turned when I was on that boat with him and Orlando.

“I had relations with a woman of such moniker.” That’s the more poetic, broken-English way of putting what he said.

My half-brother Betico (Beto Jr.) went back to the motherland a couple of decades after he escaped with his family on a raft.

Quick note, with Cubans, if there are two people with the same name the elder keeps their name but the younger one gets an ‘ico’ appended to it. Actually, it doesn’t even matter if there’s two of you. If you’re younger in general you get it. Or if your mother’s senile as hell you’ll still get it even though you’re a grown-ass person. But first they have to call you by everyone’s name first until they get yours right. So, my brothers Angel and Osvaldo (who prefers to go by his middle name ‘Luis’) always, to this day, get called Angelito or Osvaldito by our mom, and me, I get Michaelito. It’s ridiculito, if you ask me.

Since my two full-blooded brothers and I are so far apart in age, whenever Angel (the eldest) would take me around town, people would confuse him for my dad. But Betico? Dude, I look more like him than anyone else in my family. Striking resemblance. Both lanky and tall with bad posture and messy/curly hair. Eerie, I’m telling you. I take after my dad more anyway, while Angel and Luis take after my mom. I get my lips and nose from my mom, everything else from my dad (including his dad-jokes and sometimes temper). But my green eyes, my green eyes I get from my grandmothers on each side who were both named Lydia and both had blue eyes (my cousin Maritza is the only person amongst my big large family to have light-colored eyes). You can argue that my eyes are kinda blue, and kinda green.

“Linger on, those pale blue eyes.” – Lou Reed.

Betico was hoping to locate his mom. In layman’s terms, the woman my dad knocked up. He learns that she’s dead and had a son. Another son with my dad. And that she was the village prostitute (I hope to fucking God no one translates for my mom any of this stuff I’m jotting down).

Turns out my dad’s other illegitimate son is named Orlando. Orlando, I repeat. He was named after my dad’s childhood friend. And when I meet him in person in 2016, briefly, as I was traveling back from Guatanamo to Havana, I’m immediately transported back in time because he looks just like how my dad looked like when I was growing up. You know, when I think about my parents, because I wasn’t close to them as an adult (I keep in touch a lot with my mom now) and rarely visited them, I imagine them just as how they looked when they played a large part in my life… twenty + years ago. I am just blown away. Same mannerisms. Same voice. Everything.

Heriberto died before he ever got to meet Orlando. Betico’s discovery was news to him.

And see, my dad wasn’t this macho dude. He was a hard worker, provided for his family, drank like a bandit on his off-time, and was a gambler and ballbuster who sometimes went too far, to be Frank. But he still didn’t like to show any vulnerability. Except for when he passionately and dramatically recited poetry aloud (I could post a video). Maybe not until his last years when he turned from commanding dude with dagger-like eyes to Mr. Magoo did he let people come see the softer side of Sears. So, as backed by Betico’s detective work, he never shared shit about his youth.

Everything I know about my dad I learned from my mom, or my aunts, or my uncle. Mainly during that 2016 trip:

My mom’s sister, my mom being the youngest of her siblings, Nuerka (pronounced Nee-Ooor-Ka), told me, “You know how your parents met?”

“I know that story.”

“Yeah, your dad saw her from afar and he was infatuated with her. He was crazy about her! Love at first sight! Believe me. He was twenty-five and she was fifteen.”

“Wait a minute, I thought he was twenty-five and she was sixteen when they got married.”

My uncle, also named Angel, “They were eleven years apart.”

Aunt Nuerka, “Ten.”

Me, “I thought it was nine.”

“Ten.”

Uncle Angel, “Eleven.”

Me, “Whatever.”

Nuerka, “Point is that he was obsessed with her and she would run away hiding, going, ‘El Viejo! El Viejo viene!’” [“The old man! The old man is coming!”]

One afternoon my dad kissed my mom during a screening of a Brando movie she was attending with her sisters. She ran home in a panic, crying, thinking she’d been knocked up. Because back in those days, as seen in CINEMA PARADISO, whenever a couple would go to kiss, the frame would cut, and next thing you know they were married with a kid. That’s how naïve my mom was. You get knocked up by kissing in her world. Heriberto and Arelis got married shortly after. And soon? They had my eldest brother Angel and, two years later, Luis.

As the timeline shows, all my dad’s dirty deeds which produced offspring children were committed in his late-teens or early-twenties.

Nuerka added, “Your dad never strayed after he met your mom. And I wouldn’t tell you a lie. He talked a lot of shit. He whistled and howled as most of them do. But he never strayed. I guarantee it.”

But…

The way my dad became an accountant (thanks for getting back on topic, Mike) was HE pretended he was mute. He pretended he was mute because to this day my mom doesn’t know how to speak English and my dad never learned either! So he took community college courses that they didn’t offer in Spanish and would never have admitted him into in order to get his certification to become accountant. But because my dad is my fucking dad and he had a booming voice and loved to spin yarns and command the stage and dare not a soul derail him, he was chatting away on campus with friends and a professor over heard him. Caught red-handed. But because he was so charming they let him pass.

And now he owned his own business. Enough to support my mom and this total accident of a kid. Anchor baby, they tell me. Meet my mom and the first things out of her mouth to you while pointing at me will be, “Accidente.”

She doesn’t mean harm. In a way, she’s delighted. She kind of laughs nervously when she says that. But it’s like, gee, thanks. Thanks for reminding me I was never meant to be here. I mean, are any of us planned? Aren’t the majority of us accidents? Sure. Some are. But she nearly died when she had me. She wasn’t supposed to have me. She was too old. They had to cut her open. And she chose to have me than to live, against my dad’s wishes. Enter guilt-trips.

By the time I was five my brothers were married, awaiting, or about to have, children of their own. So, what do you when the kids have flown the coop and now you have to start all over with this pain-in-the-ass, overly hyper, spouting gibberish a mile-a-minute child?

You plop him in front of a television set and tell him to behave.

My mom was a babysitter and also cleaned houses. I used to have this big red scar under my left eye until my mid-teens. There was this two-year-old my mom was sitting. And he was in his crib. But that little shit had these long, sharp fingernails. I went over to play with him and the motherfucker ripped the skin half an inch underneath my eye with his talons. I bled everywhere. Screamed. Cried.

Luis would joke, “Hey, the Yankee Scarface!”

Well, actually, Luis, the original Scarface was Italian. But I didn’t catch the Howard Hawks one until later.

But most of her life, my mom didn’t really work. Lots of health issues. Bad health issues. But during this time she was cleaning offices or rich people’s homes and on those days I was stuck at my dad’s office. Just watching the clock turn. Just as I did at school. Nothing to goddamned do. No, I could be at home right now catching the last five minutes of GILLIGAN’S or WOODY WOODPECKER and tuning daily, same bat time, same bat channel for some WHIZ! BANG! POWS! in all its four-color Adam West glory. But, nooooo, here I was marooned with the TV always set to Univision for all of my dad’s Spanish-only speaking clients, broadcasting its CHESPERITO and CARRUSEL nonsense; shows I wanted zilch to do with.

But, thankfully, there was this typewriter sitting there, plain as day on an abandoned desk. And, boy, was this kid bored. And, boy, did this kid have a wild imagination…

[mxbitters]

thinking about all dogs go to heaven and how just.  genuinely incredible of a movie that was???

[hotwings0203]

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Pt.1

Tw:noncon, implied death

He was inside you.

He was grunting.

You were the mortar, he was the pestle.

“Fuck,” he pants inside your mouth. “You get turned on this much by watching dweebs like him get slaughtered out there?”

You sob and try futilely to once again lift his weight off of your pinned body, but he merely slaps your bouncing tits.

“Stay still. Don’t fucking move unless you want me to bruise your cervix. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little masochist? Isn’t that why you didn’t try as hard to push your boy toy out of the rink, huh? ‘Cause a slut like you gets off on watching a man like me show everyone whose boss?”

You cry out muffled against his palm after he gives a particularly rabid thrust, making sure to grind his tip against the sides of your gooey walls.

In a moment of savage triumph, Bakugo lets his slobbery tongue lather itself all over your cheeks. He tastes the tears that collect at the sides of your mouth, he tastes the sweat that gathers on your forehead and he swears it tastes like heaven itself.

He pulls back while continuing to pound you into the mattress, and he takes a good long look at you mere inches away from your face.

You’re a mess. Your eyes are rolling to the back of their sockets while your hair is strewn across the pillows, your hands pinned behind your back in an uncomfortable twist from his meaty hands.

He looks rabid almost. His eyes are everywhere, on your red eyes, on your bouncing tits, on the connection from his body to yours.

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ against his sweaty palm, consistently kept open from your moans and pained whimpers.

It’s true that he’s good with his dick, unfortunately all that talk wasn’t just for show. He had something to prove to you, and prove he did.

Or, is currently doing.

“Answer me, slut. Did you like watching me send your little boyfriend to the hospital?”

He uncovers your mouth and permits you to take a wild gasping breath. The rhythm of his hips cease as he waits for you to gather yourself momentarily, but he doesn’t pull out. You are just a pretty cockwarmer for him right now, no need to think that you deserve any more mercy than he’s already giving you.

“‘D-didnt like it. ‘Wanna go home, lemme go, get off of me,” you sob and weakly pull your wrists out of his hold to push him, but with a mean laugh he flips you over so that your face is smushed agains the pillows and your ass is in the air.

He yanks your hair back and you shriek at the feeling of strands being ripped from your head. He pulls you back up until his mouth is right next to your ear and your spine is lined up with his chest.

“No? You didn’t like it baby?” He hisses mockingly in your ear, and roughly fondles a bruised tit.

“I didn’t like it when you were licking lips with him in front of me either, but I guess we can’t all get what we want…well maybe you can’t. I’ll take whatever the fuck I want from you though.” And with that he lets go of your head and lets you unceremoniously fall back onto the downy covers.

Bakugo grabs your hips and pull your ass back until it’s flush against his dick. He rubs the wet tip up and down your ass, and traces it down your slit, letting it press in a little further when in contact with your entrance.

He doesn’t push it in though. No, he goes lower and lower until the member in his hand parts your lips open and it brushes against your clit.

When it does, your body shudders and jerks at the sensation of his tip swirling in your juices around the little nub and prodding at the sensitive flesh. He thrusts slowly and lets the sensation build at your throbbing clit before pulling back abruptly.

You fist the sheets and try to ignore the way your legs shake. It’s humiliating, you know you can’t even shift to your side lest he props you back face down ass up like a fucking animal.

And he was treating you like one, too.

He panted like a dog when he let your juices drool and collect around his girth, and he clawed and teethed on your neck and tits as if he were some kind of mutt.

It scared you how badly he wanted you.

You feel a soft tapping against your clit and you unconsciously arch your back and mewl when the area buzzes with need.

It almost physically hurts the winding coil in your stomach to hold your hips back from chasing Bakugo’s dick as he pulls away, the fucker knowing that you wanted more no matter how terrified you were of him.

“Aww, what’s wrong kitty? No more bitchy attitude and claws? Don’t worry, I’ll soothe your other kitty pretty soon,” he snorts at his own unfunny joke.

You don’t laugh. In fact, you tremble with indignation and horror when he begins pushing back into you as if it were the only place for his cock to be.

“Fucking shit,” he hisses in pleasure as he slowly sheaths his entire length around your dripping cavern. “Maybe I’ll bring in his broken body and set him up on the chair right there-“ he pushes your head to the side so you can see the armchair he points to. You don’t really care about the stupid chair though, not really when you can feel yourself stretch painfully and ingest every vein that scrapes against your insides.

“I’ll take his broken wrists and snap ‘em back to their normal state just so I can break them again when I cuff him down. I’ll make you look at him right in his pathetic eyes when I’m balls deep inside your slutty cunt.”

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he pulls out just to grab onto your hips and slam your ass against his groin again. He watches as your cheeks clap around his dick and spreads your gooey substance around his thighs and stomach.

“Baku-“

Smack

“Katsuki!”

“The fuck did I say about calling me by my name? You want me to bring him out of the morgue and light his body up too? Didnt realize you hated him that much, fuckin’ whore.”

All of a sudden you feel a heavy weight leaning forward and draping itself on your back, suffocating you with feeling filled everywhere. Your sweaty bodies mash, fluids mixing as he grabs your hair like reigns and slaps his hips against yours. The mattress shakes with the force of his thrusts and you swear you can feel him poking through your stomach when he suddenly lets out a loud groan.

He doesn’t give you any kind of indication that he’s cum, you only feel hot ropes of his seed shoot into your poor, wounded pussy. It stings with the mixture of blood that seeps out of you, the clash making an almost cute pink color coming out of your hole.

Bakugo unravels his hands from your hair and peels himself off of you, but when you try to shakily follow pursuit he leans an elbow into your spine, successfully making you squeal in pain and flop back onto the bed.

“Stay down. Teasing sluts like you don’t deserve to move off their natural habitat.” He sneers and uses a thumb to pull your asscheeks apart, inspecting his cum.

He whistles and lightly slaps one cheek, passing the view off as satisfactory.

“Please,” you rasp, opening one bleary eye to watch him pull a shirt on. “Please just tell me if you got him help.”

Katsuki smiles and lights a blunt. He takes a long drag and peers at your wrecked body.

“You didn’t hear what I said earlier?”

Your heart seizes and you slowly pull your head up from the pillow, eyes as wide as the moon.

“Who says he’s even alive?”