#understand. nobody could understand and i could be alone. but max woke up with a hangover today and i know what that feels like' etc

[bonniebird]

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“You’re telling me that you’ve had a zombie in your closet for a week?” Steve asked as he stared at Eddie who was limply leaning against the side of Dustin’s wardrobe.

“No. Four days. Also, I don’t think he’s a zombie.” Dustin answered. Steve very quickly decided that Mrs Henderson paying him twenty dollars to babysit Dustin wasn’t going to be enough money.

“Ok. So for four days, you’ve had a man that should be dead in your wardrobe and you didn’t do anything?” Steve asked. Dustin nodded and then looked at Steve.

“What should I have done?” Dustin asked quickly.

“Anyone. Literally anyone. Why does he look dead?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I woke up the other night and he was on the ceiling.” Dustin said calmly.

“I know you’ve been through a lot but when stuff like that happens you need to talk about it to someone.” Steve insisted. His arms were crossed. He didn’t like the way Eddie’s pupils dilated as he watched him. Like an animal trying to hone in on prey but it wasn’t used to using its eyes yet. Nancy, Robin and Max burst into the room and made Eddie hiss as he shoved himself back into the wardrobe.

“Ok see that is not normal.” Steve insisted. Robin agreed but Nancy frowned.

“Well, we don’t know what that place does to people.” She offered. Steve scoffed and waved her off.

“He’s turning into a vampire.” Steve insisted. No one said anything for a while, watching Eddie nervously. Robin decided to cover Dustin’s windows which eventually lured Eddie out.

“Maybe you’re right.” Nancy said to Steve as Eddie slowly made his way out to them.

 “But you know an aversion to light could be something like rabies.” Robin pointed out. A long silence filled the room again as Eddie started walking up the wall and seemed able to float or hold onto the ceiling and hang there.

“I think we should find (Y/N). They know loads about vampires.” Max suggested. 

“Everyone knows loads about vampires. They crawl around and drink people's blood. I read Dracula for English class.” Steve complained. Everyone went quiet after that. As if nobody wanted to get any closer. It wasn’t even the strangest thing they’d seen that month. 

But it was Robin who was the first to move. She made her way up onto Dustin’s bed and called up to Eddie. She reached a hand out as if she thought he might need help getting down from the ceiling.

“Hey! Do you think you can come down? Do you understand me?” She asked. Eddie nodded and climbed down. The group found umbrellas, sare coats and blankets to cover Eddie and managed to get him into the back of Steve’s car. The ride to your house was short but it was almost dusk when they reached your house. You opened the door and looked at them, then the lump under the blankets.

“You’re not bringing one of those dog things in here.” You said and went to shut the door. Steve put his hand out to stop you.

“It’s Eddie. We think… he’s a vampire.” Steve said quickly. You reluctantly let them in and they pulled the blankets off Eddie. He twisted and turned, trying to watch you as you circled him, inspecting him closely. 

“Do you think he could? Just be anaemic?” Robin asked. 

“Robin. He was crawling across the ceiling and all of his wounds are healed without a scar or even a mark!” nancy said quickly, almost with a sharp tone as if she couldn’t believe what Robin was asking. Everyone turned to stare at you as you stuck your thumbs in Eddie’s mouth and made him open his mouth wide so you could peer in. You hummed thoughtfully. You let go of him and pulled his hair away from his ears.

"Good. No fangs yet. You’re doing fine. Your ears aren’t even pointed yet." You said. Eddie stared at you and then glanced at Robin who was standing next to you.

“So is he turning into a vampire?” Dustin asked.

“Of course he is. He crawled up the ceiling.” You said quickly, still giving Eddie a hard look. “He isn’t very far alone in the transition though.”

“That’s good isn’t it?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, maybe we could stop it?” Steve said, sounding hopeful for a moment.

“Maybe. My grandfather has some old books about vampires. He always claimed to be a vampire hunter. I’d have to find them and look through them. They’re somewhere in the attic and I can’t get them by myself.” You mumbled and finally looked away from Eddie.

“We can get it down for you.” Dustin insisted. Max nodded and they were off through the kitchen to the side door that led out to the garage before you could say anything. They returned with the step ladder and hurried up to the landing. You could hear them struggling and Steve went to join them after asking you to describe the books that you needed. You went up to join them and Steve helped hoist you up the large gap while Max and Dustin held the ladder steady. You found the box of books which was carefully passed down. When you went back to the living room and set the box down you turned to the group.

“The books have been in our family for generations so you won't be able to help me research.” You started to say. Nancy scoffed and snatched the lid off the box and tried to grab a book. “Because no one outside of my family can touch the books.” You said as she squealed and dropped the old book in her hands. Seeing that her hands looked burned, Robin took Nancy to the kitchen to run them under cold water and find some ice while you started to look through the books to find something that sounded similar to what Eddie was going through. You jumped and looked up as you realised Eddie was on the ceiling above you and reading over your shoulder.

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Awkward First Meeting

Summary: When you met Eileen for the first time, nobody mentioned to you she was deaf Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Eileen x Reader, Dean x Reader Squares: Awkward First Meeting for TMAS // Bunker for @winchesterandbeyondbingo Warnings: LSA, Reader is not deaf, bad grammar, bad writing. If there’s anything missing, please let me know Word Count: 840 A/N: This is entirely based on a personal experience, I mean no disrespect to any deaf nor mute people. If anyone felt like I’ve been disrespectful, I want to deeply apologize because in any way I wrote this to make you feel like this.

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Dean and you had gone to a quick hunt a few towns over, it was going to just be a couple of days max. Dean had encouraged Sam to take that free time to pay a visit to the girl he was dating. You’d sent a quick text to Sam when you were done with the work and were ready to head back home. -You good? — Dean asked you when you tried again to get comfortable  -My back is killing me. The mattress from the motel was too uncomfortable — you complained -Or maybe you are getting used to taking naps on my bed — Dean said smirking. You could only look at your hands.

You were getting impatient, your pain was getting stronger and you didn’t have any painkillers or anything with you. You wanted to be back home asap -How long until we get back to the bunker? I need a hot shower and lay down -We are almost there — Dean said going a little faster

Dean mentioned Sam’s plans to you and that the bunker was going to be empty. You were happy for Sam. On one hand, he deserved to find love after everything, everyone deserves a little love, and on the other hand, you were glad he wasn’t at home because you needed at least one long sleep before hunting again.

You were curious about who was the girl he was dating, you didn’t know much about her, just a few things that Sam had told you, but not more than that. And that was because of the constant teasing from Dean. You couldn’t blame him, he was so happy that his little brother was in love. Also, you were aware that the relationship was recent, Sam mentioned it when it started to get serious and Sam needed advice. You told Sam that this girl was the perfect match. She was a huntress too, so she was able to understand the perks and risks of the job. Besides, Sam was the perfect nerdy and loving guy you’ve ever met. He was the perfect best friend you could’ve asked for. She was going to love him.

When you finally arrived at the bunker, it was awfully quiet, but the library’s lights were on which was odd. Maybe Sam came back early than expected you thought. You went straight to your room to pick some clothes so you could shower before getting something to eat before your beloved sleeping time.

Once you were all cleaned up and changed you headed for the kitchen. You were distracted and you hadn’t noticed that a  girl was wearing just a plaid shirt in the kitchen filling up a glass of water.

-Oh shit! I’m sorry! — you said when you noticed her. The woman just looked at you — I’m Y/N — the girl just smiled — I’m gonna grab this — you said while grabbing some chips — and leave you finishing here. It was nice to meet you.

The girl was awfully quiet as she was looking at you surprised. You could understand her, you found her alone, wearing just a plaid shirt, in the kitchen. Sam probably hadn’t read your text and warned her.

The following day, when you woke up, you went straight to the kitchen. You were praying she wasn’t there, after having an awkward first meeting the night before, you weren’t ready to have another one.

-Morning Y/N — Sam said -Morning lover boy — you smirked -So you met her — he stated -Yeah — you said pouring some coffee — It was awkward, she didn’t introduce her though — you mentioned -Her name is Eileen. Did she tell you? -Tell me what? — you asked confused -Y/N — Sam sighed — Eileen is deaf — Sam explained -Well, that makes sense because she didn’t introduce herself. Wait, what? She is deaf? So she… Yes, I did — Eileen said from behind — I might not be able to hear, but I know how to read lips — she explained -Oh. I’m sorry — You apologized again even more embarrassed than the night before -I’m Eileen, by the way — she introduced herself — It’s nice meeting you

You were embarrassed and ashamed. You’ve made a fool of yourself.

-Now I’m regretting not taking LSA at school — you mumbled -Don’t worry — Sam said — I’m still learning too

After that awkward moment, you felt bad for how everything went with Eileen. She seemed to be such a lovely girl. It was so nice to have another woman around and you messed it badly. So, you secretly started to learn sign language, you were so embarrassed for everything that happened, that you wanted to make her feel included. The next time you met her, you introduced yourself with sign language and you apologized to her as well.

Everyone was really surprised with what you’ve done. Eileen was grateful to you. You have made a new best friend.

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[high-class-hogs]

Just imagine if Rivet woke up. But her server bots weren't nearby. So she would have to do the unthinkable! Get up and go use the intercom at her door.

(How dare you?! What sort of cruel twisted joke is this? Making my girl move? Just to see them struggle? You perverted fiend. I love it! ewe)

The overweight lombax woke up with a weird sensation. Something wasn't quite right, she didn't feel... Stuffed. Normally her bots feed her while she was asleep (they told her that she constantly asked for that while sleeping, but she wasn't fully convinced), but now, she was feeling hungry, something she hadn't felt in years.

“Guys?... Server bots? Hello?... Is anyone around?” Rivet asked as she feared the worst, someone might've stolen them! Now who was going to cook her meals?!

But she had to calm down, this wasn't a movie or a book, things like that wouldn't happen in such a secure place like her mansion. They were probably just cooking lunch already, that was she could start it as soon as she was done with the rounds of breakfast!

However, been accustomed to getting whatever she wanted in second, Rivet felt a bit anxious and impatient, every single roar of her stomach torment her. She needed food, she simply craved it beyond belief. Perhaps she could send a message to have them all gather around her again, all she had to do was walk to the door.

A simple task that would take a persona around 2 minutes. However, Rivet must have been 80% pure lard, and that was a compliment. She hadn't been on her own two feet in ages, and it showed, simply getting out of bed caused her to start huffing.

She tried to use her propulsion boots, but she had simply grown too big to leave the ground, let alone to be propelled by such small boosts.

Taking a loud gulp, she started waddling, taking one massive step after the other, she practically had to spread her legs to the max just so her thigh-rolls wouldn't get in the way. Every single moment sent her body into a quaking spree, just one move was enough to turn her into a living plate of jello.

Not even 5 steps in, Rivet already had to take break. Far too fired to move any part of her body; something understandable, as there was no part of her that wasn't drowned by pounds upon pounds of lard.

As she reached the intercom, she practically had to lean into it due to how tired she was. After she pressed the button the only sounds that came out were burps and heavy breathing, yet this was enough for the bots.

They came from ever single angle, presenting some kind of junk food and practically shoveling it in her mouth as she breathed (not that she seemend to mind).

She fell to the floor with a thunderous explosion, yet nobody seemed to care about nor how she actually cracked the floor. The only things they cared about was food, well, Rivet at least, the bots were simply happy that they managed to test how far gone Rivet was, much to their joy the experiment went even better than expected. Now they just needed to stuff her until she gained twice as many calories as she burned

[sivan325]

37 for Malec?

Of course, it was fun to write it. 2k words. Light angst, happy ending. Read on AO3 *-*

Magnus woke up late and looked around to see nobody around him. He heard his son giggling and his boyfriend laughing with him and left the bed, wandering around looking to see where they were.

When he did, his heart skipped a beat. Max and Alexander were sitting in the living room, playing. His boyfriend’s skin was blue like a Blueberry.

“Daddy, blue, like me…” Max giggled.

“Did you need to use paint for…?” Magnus asked as he looked at his boyfriend who was covered with blue paint and little Max, who was next to him, giggling.

“Look, I just want to do whatever is best for him, even if it means to be painted with blue,” Alec replied to his boyfriend, as he added, “We had a great day, why won’t you join us?” 

“I would love to, but I need to get back to work,” Magnus replied sadly as he noticed the sadness washing over his boyfriend.

“Come back soon, I can guarantee how I’ll be looking when you return,” Alec told him, smiling as he took their son and walked to another room.

Magnus sighed heavily; he would love to stay with his boyfriend who finally got himself a day off to play with Max, but he knew that he couldn’t have both. Ever since he became the High Warlock of Alicante, he barely got to see his boyfriend and his little Blueberry.

He portals to his office, wishing that his job would be over soon, the silence in his office making him yearn to be at home with them.

“What is troubling you, Magnus?” Lorenzo asked as he looked at him with concerned eyes.

The new friendship that he gained with Lorenzo eased his problems now and then, and he was glad that the older man and he saw eye to eye now. 

Magnus smiled sadly before he replied, “I sometimes wish that I could put my clients on hold to be with my family.”

Lorenzo smiled at him as he told him, “What is stopping you then?”

Magnus gestures with his hand over one big pile of papers that were on the table and some that were falling on the floor, and to the other pile with clients’ newest request.

“So…?” Lorenzo asked, not knowing why his friend looked so troubled.

“What do you mean ‘so’?” Magnus asked, looked at his friend with a dumbfounded look.

“You are the High Warlock of Alicante.” Lorenzo reminded him.

“I don’t understand,” Magnus told him, not getting what his friend implied, and then he looked back at the piles as he walked to sit on the chair, “I have work to do.”

Lorenzo looked at his friend, not knowing why he was not taking a break, did he not realize that he was the High Warlock of Alicante? He did wonder what was the cause of the change that his friend did not seem to understand.

“Oh, and Magnus,” Lorenzo remembered before he opened himself a portal, “Isabelle asked me to tell you that you are needed, I didn’t understand why, after all, I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn now.”

And then he was gone, leaving Magnus alone with his thoughts and piles of papers.

 Wanting to work hard all day, he muted all his notifications and did not pay any attention to his phone all day, as clients often came to him for more advice and potions

At one point when he took out his phone just to check what the time was, he noticed that he had several calls from his boyfriend, his sister and brother in law, and much more texts.

He rolled down to the latest text from his sister in law, not knowing why she texted him. Didn’t she know that he had work to do?

[Isabelle to Magnus, 11:47 PM]

 Magnus Bane, where are you?

 [Magnus to Isabelle, 11:59 PM]

 Working, still am, btw.

 [Isabelle to Magnus, 00:15 AM]

 Should you not be with your boyfriend and your son?

Hold that, did you speak with Alec?

 [Magnus to Isabelle, 00:22 AM]

 No, you are the first one I responded to since I unmuted my phone. Why?

 [Isabelle to Magnus, 00:23 AM]

 Maybe you should speak to him. Also, I hate to text, can you call me?

 Magnus sighed heavily before he dialed.

 “Magnus, are you alright?” Izzy asked.

 “I’m good, I just need to sort out my piles of work, then I will go home to sleep,” Magnus replied.

 “Did you know that your boyfriend took a week off including the day that he was at home, your home, yesterday?”

 “No, did he tell you why?” Magnus asked, somehow his work did not matter at that moment.

 He wondered what the reason was behind his boyfriend taking off a whole week and not telling him.

 “No, he did not, I learned it from Jace who heard it from someone else,” Izzy replied to him.

 “Why won’t he tell me?” Magnus asked with frustration in his voice.

 “Magnus, did you eat and drink anything today?”

 “I conjured myself some coffee and other stuff, I guess I was lost in time. Do you know how much work I still have left?”

 “Oh, believe me, I know, even though I’m the head of the institute, I know, and I believe that your boyfriend knows as well since he is getting all the reports from other institutes.”

 “Then, I don’t understand, why would he take a week off, doesn’t he have to work?”

 “That you needed to ask him before even calling and texting me.”

 “I will, maybe I will do one better, portal myself home,” Magnus told her.

 “See that you do that, instead of working. Bye Magnus.”

 “Bye Izzy.” He closed his phone.

 He placed it on the table, watching the pile of papers that still lay on the table. Magnus knew that later on today he would have the same amount of paperwork and clients that will want to seek his help.

 Magnus sighed heavily before he opened his phone again, not even bothering to read his boyfriend's last text as he texted him.

 [Magnus to Alexander, 00:45 AM]

 I will be home late, do not wait up.

 Closing his phone shut, Magnus figured that his boyfriend was already in bed so there was no need to wake him up by entering the loft and that he could come in the early hours of the morning. It would give him a chance to finish the remaining paperwork, and he knew that Tessa wanted it to be done.

 Still working in the wee hours in the morning, Magnus felt very tired, not even noticing what he was doing as he covered his head with his hands and slept on the desk.

 Only to be woken by his phone vibrating next to him on the table. 

 “The High Warlock of Alicante speaking, what do you need?” Magnus asked, his eyes closed-back, not noticing who called him.

 “I need you, Magnus Bane, not the High Warlock of Alicante, and so does our son.” Alexander's voice crawled into his mind, waking him up from his slumber.

 “What time is it?” Magnus asked, weeping his eyes from the sleep web.

 “Close to 10 AM, I tried to reach you all yesterday and today, but you prefer to call my sister first and not me,” Alec replied, his voice shaking.

 “Oh, well, I’ll try to be home soon,” Magnus said, not knowing if he were trying to convince his boyfriend or himself.

 “Lie to me then.” With that, the call was over.

 Magnus looked at his phone, shocked and yet he felt completely awoken by those words. He could not believe that his boyfriend told him that, but he could sense that there was something wrong, Alexander's voice was shaking. He just hoped that nothing wrong had happened.

 He dialed another number, “Lorenzo, I need your help.”

 “What is it, Magnus?”

 “I need you to take some of my clients, my boyfriend needs me,” Magnus told him.

 “You do realize that you are The High Warlock of Alicante, right?”  Lorenzo asked, hoping that his friend would get the message.

 “I don’t understand, say what you mean clearly,” Magnus asked.

 “You can work from home and the clients can come by to your home if they want some help. Work at the office be damned, your family is much more important, Magnus Bane. You need them as much as your boyfriend and your son need you. Go get the hell out of your office and be with them,” Lorenzo told him, urging him to do so.

 Magnus smiled as he heard his friend talking to him like that, maybe he just needed the push to do it.

 “Thank you, Lorenzo.”

 “Don’t mention it. I’ll deal with the Lightwoods siblings while you’re gone.”

 “Wait, what do you mean deal with them? What are they going to do?” Magnus asked with concern in his voice.

 “Nothing you need to deal with. Now go be with your family, Bane.”

 Lorenzo hung up the phone, hoping that his friend would not go back to work.

 Magnus sighed heavily before he rose from the chair, tucked his phone in his pocket, took whatever he needed, and opened a portal home.

 As he walked through the portal, he could see that the house was in disarray, but his Blueberry was tucked closer to his boyfriend as they slept in the living room. The blue paint was still on his boyfriend's skin, but it didn't seem to bother him that much.

 Magnus used his magic to move them to the bedroom as he joined them.

 Alec could feel a hand holding his chest as he hugged the little one, not letting him go out of his sight. The little boy certainly grew a lot on him and he loves him so much, but he missed his boyfriend. As he turned around a little, he could see his boyfriend's face looking at him.

 “Mags?” Alec asked, “Are you really here?”

 “I’m here, Alexander,” Magnus replied and moved his hand to cup his boyfriend's face as he faced him, “I want to make up to you and Blueberry.”

 “You have two blueberries now…” Alec smiled at him.

 “Oh right,” Magnus smiled as he took the little blueberry and hugged him, “Papa is here.”

 “Papa… we missed you…” Max told him as he yawned.

 “I missed you too,” Magnus told his son and asked him, “What do you say we go and make daddy a large breakfast?”

 “Pancakes…” Max claps his hands, turning into a bat as he flies toward the kitchen.

 “Blueberry… wait…” Magnus hurried after the bat.

 Alec looked at them as he drifted off to sleep, still feeling tired. Max certainly was just as hyperactive as his little brother.

 The next time he woke up, he noticed that the blue paint was off his face. He guessed that Magnus had a hand on it. As he yawned, he heard Magnus calling his name from the living room. He left the bedroom only to see his boyfriend and their son sitting by the table, waiting for him to sit down with them.

 As Alec looked at the numerous plates on the table, he was shocked. He knew that he could not eat all of those, but he had his family next to him, and that was what was all-important right now.

 Alec ate as he helped Max with his food while his boyfriend also ate and looked at them with love in his eyes.

 After they finished, they moved to the living room and Magnus asked his boyfriend, “Since you have taken one week off, would you mind us taking a vacation with Blueberry?”

 “Actually, I took one week off to do something different with you and Maxie,” Alec replied to him.

 “What do you have in mind?” Magnus asked, not paying attention to his phone as it buzzed in the background and his screen kept lighting up with every call.

 “Aren’t you going to answer your phone?” Alec asked, with the hope that his boyfriend was not going back to work, but he needed to know so that he wouldn’t have any false hope.

 “I’m the High Warlock of Alicante, I can take some time off to be with my family.” Magnus smiled at him.

 Magnus could see his boyfriend's face changing as he looked much happier, “Are you alright, darling?”

 “I’m okay now,” Alec replied and added, “Now, where were we?”

 “Your idea and the week off,” Magnus reminded him.

 “Oh right, about that,” Alec told him as he told them his plans, and Max kept shouting with joy at his daddy and papa.

 The End!!! 

[akimmito]

Heroes are made by the path they choose

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Chapter 12

After his mother leaves, Damian contacts the MT base so that he can go there and train a little, getting Kaalki to open a portal and go through it taking with him Agatha and Edgar, the other German shepherd. He sneaks to avoid being discovered that he has brought his dogs to the scene, since he's not allowed to.

He goes to the weapons room, where the reserves are kept and they will not know if any are missing, not as if he were taking those in sight. He cannot choose a katana, everyone would see that he has it, and he cannot risk being found out by removing weapons from the MT without permission. Grab a couple of knives, Swiss knive and a few small tear gas bombs, barely the size of marbles (usually used by Chloe and Marc).

The next thing in his plan is to convince Kaalki to help him find John Constantine. He could barely find a location on his own and it must be one of two, London or Los Angeles, but he admits that it's easier to use the powers of a Kwami if he want to do it without someone noticing and Hugo is very good at noticing when something is suspicious. He doesn't want to risk it, so he can't be out past lunchtime, which gives him three hours to get there in time to eat and look like he's just had a backyard adventure with his two dogs.

Find the Kwami in the kitchen with Sass and Mullo, the three of them are eating their breakfast, so everyone is already awake.

"Kaalki, can you do me a favor?"Longg joins his friends to have a meatloaf and let Damian talk, he knows that only Sass will not agree with what the boy intends, but neither will he be able to change his mind and none of them will say anything if don't ask them directly.

"What is it?"

"Can you take me to John Constantine?" He doesn't especially enjoy being so nice when asking, but it's always better to stay in his good graces, especially if he needs his help (and he doesn't know much about all of them to know how to do the same as with Plagg).

"The man Plagg lives complaining about?" Kaalki swallows a cube of sugar after asking, he sees that th"What do you want? "He probes, maybe he can get it if he wants something specific.

"I want sugar cubes with muscovado sugar, the last time I ate one was when Marie had not yet founded the MT. Max doesn't like it and she doesn't buy it. ”She pouts, she loves that taste.

"I'll make it." Damian smiles, why do the Kwami love a certain type of food so much?

"Great. I will open a portal to his house."e boy nods and thinks about it. "Why should I? What would I gain?"

"What will you do, Damian?" Sass asks curiously, he doesn't trust the boy to carry two German Shepherds with him who are almost his size and who is reputed to easily drag adult men, nor does he trust that the boy doesn't carry weapons with him.

"Talk. "

"Then let's go." Kaalki opens the portal at that moment and they find the sight of an old place and many things. "I've come once we looked him with Marie. "The Kwami smiles proudly.

"Let's go. "

Damian enters the portal followed by four Kwami and his two dogs, he smiles. It was better than he thought.

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Marc @MarcAC_twt

I had a sudden urge to scold someone.

Chloe B. @BourgeoisQueen

@MarcAC_twt I thought I was the only one

Alix @LostHeroBunnix

@MarcAC_twt @BourgeoisQueen It's our instincts that already know when one of us has done something stupid, what did you do @Epic_originalChampion?

Epic Kim @Epic_originalChampion

@MarcAC_twt @BourgeoisQueen @LostHeroBunnix It wasn't me, I swear. I'm not the only one who does stupid things, @AdrienAgreste does them too

Adrien A. @AdrienAgreste

@MarcAC_twt @BourgeoisQueen @LostHeroBunnix @Epic_originalChampion Oh no, blame someone else. I just woke up

Marc @MarcAC_twt

@BourgeoisQueen @LostHeroBunnix @Epic_originalChampion @AdrienAgreste I don't know, but something has happened

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Marc looks for Luka and Max, walks through the main halls of the headquarters: the training room, the kitchen, the dining room and the infirmary. He goes to private areas like the food warehouse and then to the individual rooms, where he finds Max dozing again after breakfast.

"Max, can you come over? I want to talk to you about something I noticed. ”Max puts his glasses back on and follows him. "I didn't find Luka... although this place can sometimes be a maze..."

"Did you look it up in the library or Marinette's domain?" Max asks. Marinette's domains are four special rooms: a meditation room, a laboratory that serves to create potions and where all the ingredients for a large amount of spells are kept, a small library with all kinds of books on magic and the occult, in addition to a study where she locks herself up when she becomes obsessed with a case. That without counting the magic vault where the box is kept and where only she has access.

"No, I didn't go there... you know nobody enters."

"Luka uses the meditation room a lot." He replies simply, that room is Luka's favorite because of the acoustics and the tranquility it generates.

"Oh, it's true. Are you will wait for me in front of the computer?"

"Sure."

Marc runs towards the mentioned sector. The first time he entered the MT, he couldn't believe how big it was and how organized everything was, to fill any need they had. There's even a living room where they can store their art supplies and there are some great computers for art use or video game play, great graphics cards. Sure, it wasn't so well equipped at first, but as they were making money they were putting together an excellent place for them to socialize and spend time if they needed an outside location of their life.

Luka is with his guitar in the meditation hall, his eyes closed and practicing a melody that has been spinning in his head for weeks, but does not flow completely when he takes it to real life.

"There you are, I want to talk to you about what I noticed while checking the security cameras." Marc feels bad for interrupting, but they are there to work on the butterfly case and not on other matters, although he understands the creative frustration that can arise. Luckily he always steps in front of Nathaniel and never falls behind in his weekly deliveries.

After the small interaction, the two of them head towards the main computer... in the room without a specific name and that everyone calls differently, perhaps they should agree on a name so that they should mention the big computer as a frame of reference. But that, Marc thinks, is a concern for another time.

Max is already settled in front of the computer, he's looking around, the shadow of concern in his eyes.

"Something is wrong?" Luka asks, realizing that more than concern is strangeness.

"I haven't seen Kaalki in several hours."

"Leave them alone, they spend all day with us, they have the right to a break." Marc lets him through, Mullo enjoys exploring and running around, he must have convinced the other two Kwami to play and they must be flying around in secret areas that surely they exist because Felix and Marinette are so detailed (and paranoid).

Max says nothing about it, although it still seems strange to him not to have seen or heard them anywhere.

"So what did you see?"Luka let the previous topic die, after Marc explains everything, they can look for the Kwami and ask them what they have been doing. Not that it' of their business, but is for Max to relax and they not have to face a surprise disaster like when Trixx released the panther from the zoo, after being away from Nathaniel for a few minutes.

"I was struck by what I didn't see. "Marc explains and displays the cameras closest to the scene and the adjacent ones where the butterfly came from, plays the footage and can see in real time that the butterfly comes from nowhere, without passing through the other chambers, the butterfly is present in the one closest to its objective. "I was thinking that maybe our villain approaches the victims so that we don't have a notion of their real location, but it's also not seen that he or she wanders around... I can only assume that it's their civil identity, but suspicious people didn't appear either."

"What if he's in a car?"Max asks, Gabriel was traveling by car to contact Rossi (a pity that they didn't get strong evidence to blame her and Agreste didn't say anything). Max takes control of the computer to check all the license plates of cars that passed through those streets at the same time that the Akuma appeared.

Around twenty cars passed through the area, not counting motorcycles and cargo trucks, although he takes them into account anyway, leaving a total of forty vehicles and that is forty people who begin to track according to the license plates. .

The three stay reviewing the history of each person on the list, they continue like this until lunchtime, when they see the Kwami again because they look for them to eat. Neither thinks much in that later.

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It's not the MT

Needle: Guys, we have some new information

Almost Pretty: Tell me it's enough to have someone to hit

Kiss my ass: I also have information

Kiss my ass: While traveling through Romania, I heard rumors that someone is paying criminals to revive crime in Paris

Three balls: It's a joke, isn't it?

Kiss my ass: I wish it were like that, boy

Immune to liars: I'll see if any of my informants on the streets know anything

Almost Pretty: I bet my firstborn that he's the damn butterfly

The Antibiotic: This makes it more difficult... Maybe it's time to include a new vigilante, right?

It’s a Nara: We should not rush, when we have more information, we will devise an action plan

Aithusa: What if the pump was made to order?

Three balls: That would be gnarled

Dragon Tamer: We'll see if we get more information

Wild goat: I have a couple of witness statements and I have been putting together the case with Detective Fontaine, I will give my discoveries about the bomb when Mari returns

Needle: There seems to be a general meeting

Divine gift: I will clear everyone's agenda

Silent Hill: Also mine?

Divine gift: Of course, I'll also schedule you a flight and an appointment with Miss Marie to take measurements of the dress you've been requesting. The first sketches are already

Silent Hill: Unexpected. Thanks, Hugo.

Oscar de la Rosa: I will take care of escorting Master Fu and Miss Marianne from London, they must want to meet their grandson

Three balls: Who knows how to summon demons?

Immune to liers: Does this mean we will all know each other? Why so sudden?

It’s a Nara: I think Felix and Mari have something to do with this

Almost Pretty: The villain is getting into other leagues, this would already enter as terrorism and organized crime. We could end up dealing with Akuma internationally

Needle: Assuming he's the one who wants to reactivate the crime

Plasticine: It's obviously him

Silent Hill: or she

Perfect Crime: His Akuma are thought through in detail, not careless, he waited for something to happen that would attract a wave of negativity not only to get a victim but to take us all vulnerable. Furthermore, he managed to catch us off guard with a non-dangerous, but highly troublesome Akuma. He's just been analyzing us

For all shit: I think it's time for the network that we started to create a few years ago to be fully established, in addition, it will be the first official meeting of the new Order.

Three balls: Great. Mari, can you summon demons?

Not in Hell: No need to summon anyone, I just booked my flight

Plasticine: Oh, I wanted to learn how to invoke

Perfect Crime: Yes, don't even think about it. We have enough trouble adding more

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Soooooo.... what do you think?

[captainsassmanes]

Prompt: After Alex finds out about Michael/ Maria he gives up on him and Michael ever being really together. He is convinced that he's the worst thing to happen to Michael. He tries to make Michael's life easier by avoiding him and helping with Project Shepherd. So when Michael breaks up with Maria because he realizes he's still in love with Alex, Alex doesn't understand why he wants to be with him and becomes super insecure in the relationship. So Michael has to show him they're still cosmic.

I took some liberties, anon. I hope that’s okay.

It had been the longest year of Alex’s life.

His seventeenth year living alone with his father had felt long. His first deployment felt long. The second even longer.

His first year being in Roswell with Michael but not being with Michael? The longest.

He’d been proud of himself when Michael and Maria sat him down, neither able to look him in the eye, on the back deck of the Pony, each of them looking across the empty field instead of at each other.

Alex had clamped down on his emotions, swallowed his protests and sadness, and smiled, as genuinely as his muscles would allow. He had nodded along as Maria did all the talking, explaining how Michael was always there to help her, there for her when her mom kept getting worse instead of better, made her feel safe and adored. He agreed when she said she deserved to be loved.

In the moment, he hadn’t been able to find the words. How could he express his happiness for his friend without breaking down with his own loss?

With a hug for Maria and a quick glance to a stoic Michael, Alex had left.

Sleep left him wanting that night. He moved from his bed to the shower to the porch to the bed to the couch, restless and uncomfortable. Without his permission, Alex kept imagining life from then on. There would be no way to avoid them and he knew, for his own sanity, those relationships had to be over. Maybe one day he’d rebuild with Maria though he couldn’t picture it now.

But Michael?

Alex sat with his third glass of whiskey, mindlessly petting a sleeping Buffy’s head, trying to slow his heart rate. It was done. He knew Michael was the one, his person, the one he wanted to spend his life with. He’d known it when he was surrounded by computers, orders being barked in his ears across the country. He’d known when his lungs were filled with hot, desert sand and his ears echoed with explosions. He’d known it as soon as Michael put a hand on him at the airstream, turning him around and stopping the world.

Michael was the one.

But he wasn’t his. And he never would be.

“May your happiness last forever,” he toasted with a slur to the darkness. With a swig, the dark liquid was gone and the glass landed on the floor with a loud clank. Clumsily, he took off his leg, fingers not moving the way his brain was commanding. Eventually he felt the sweet release of the last latch and tugged the sock off, tossing it onto the couch.

Somehow, he managed to get to the front porch, hopping and holding on to anything he could find, too unclear to remember where he last had his crutches. He landed with a groan on the rocking chair, holding his arms and rubbing to keep warm against the early morning chill. The sun was shining through the trees, casting large shadows next to pools of warmth on the ground.

As he watched the sunshine spread and claim its territory, Alex made his decision. He’d do the right thing by Michael. He’d get all the intel he could from Project Shepard and then shut that shit down for good, make sure Michael and the Evans were just another trio of nobodies from Roswell. And he’d do it all while staying away. Michael wanted easy, simple? Maria wasn’t the only one who could give him that. Alex could be a ghost, vanish into the background to give Michael a chance at the life he deserved.

Even if it wasn’t with him.

So, for a year, Alex was an enigma. He went to work during the day, boring data analysis he could do in his sleep. But at night, he used his clearance and the information he not so legally obtained to hack into old records, disbanded programs, anything that looked like it could possibly be associated with UFO investigations.

Kyle checked on him regularly, bringing him greasy bags of goodies from the Crashdown or his mom’s empanadas. He’d stay, sometimes, chatting about interesting cases at the hospital or quietly combing through new files, sometimes updating Alex about the latest town gossip.

Never about Michael, though.

The last month had been insane after he’d acquired the final pieces of the Shepard puzzle and handed them over to a newly risen Max with his five thousandth apology.

Max had squeezed the files in his hand, knuckles turning white and papers wrinkling, before pulling Alex into a surprise hug. Max had whispered an emotional, “thanks,” before letting him go and walking away. That moment felt final, like Alex could finally close the book on the disaster that was his family’s legacy. With his father in military prison for the foreseeable, Alex was finally free of obligation.

The next few nights after handing over the last of Shepard, Alex sat in the bunker, computers silent, only a few lights on, and breathed in the peace of it all. At first, he’d sit with a smile on his face, shoulders relaxed, and hands unfurled. He slept well for the first time in a long time. But on the third or fourth day, sitting in that bunker with no work to be done, no worries to be had, a new reality struck Alex.

He had no purpose. And no one.

His job was through. Responsibilities complete.

It was these thoughts running aimlessly through his mind that put him in his comfortable sweats with a glass of whiskey in his hand. As he decided a Scott Pilgrim rewatch sounded good, his phone rang, Kyle’s name popping up on the screen.

“Hi.”

“When were you gonna tell me, Manes?”

Alex stupidly looked around the cabin for the answer to Kyle’s question. “Tell you what, Valenti?”

A muffled scoff greeted Alex. “About you and Guerin? Liz just told me. I’m so happy for you, man!”

“Whoa, whoa,” Alex stood up from the couch too fast, spilling his drink a bit and trying to cover up the wet spot on the floor before Buffy came to get sloshed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“They split up, Alex.”

He froze, afraid that if he moved Kyle would say just kidding and his heart would shatter. He took a deep breath before mumbling, “I haven’t spoken to either of them in, like, a year.”

“Yeah I know that, you dumbass, but it doesn’t seem to matter.” Alex rolled his eyes at Kyle’s enthusiasm.

Grabbing some paper towels from the kitchen, Alex leaned over and cleaned up his mess, Buffy never moving from her prime location on the couch. “What doesn’t seem to matter, Kyle?”

“Ugh, oh my God you have to get out more! That he hasn’t seen you, Alex! He broke up with her for you! He still loves you!”

A wave of nerves moved through him but he was in strong denial. There was no way. They hadn’t seen each other, hadn’t spoken. Michael didn’t feel anything for him, at least nothing that wasn’t disgust and anger. Plus, Maria was perfect, they fit well together.

“This doesn’t make sense. If you’re fucking with me-“

“No chance in hell, dude. I would never mess with you over Guerin. Never.”

Alex dropped the towels and sat back on the couch, eyes staring at the black tv. “I’ve gotta go.” He hung up before Kyle could say another word and felt the phone fall out of his hand.

Hope.

He’d promised himself it was done, that he was done. Michael had made himself clear: loving Alex was the worst thing that ever happened to him. Alex had been determined the fix what he could to keep Michael and the people he loved safe. He did that. He did it while staying out of everyone’s way. He did exactly what he was supposed to, followed his plan to a T.

So why would they break up?

He grabbed a glass of water and downed it, gasping for air once it was gone. He refilled it and repeated one more time. Confused, scared and exhausted, Alex climbed into bed, a tolerant Buffy allowing him to hold her close. It took a few hours for sleep to come, so many scenarios and thoughts clouding his brain, keeping it too busy to shut down.

Eventually, he started counting Buffy’s soft snores and he fell into a restless sleep.

The sound of metal against metal woke Alex, hand instinctually reaching into his bedside table for his gun. But he paused when he noticed his room was filled with sunshine, Buffy was missing but not barking and his intruder was humming a Fall Out Boy tune he couldn’t find the name of.

He wiped his eyes and quietly slid his prosthetic on. Kyle must be in one of his moods. Maybe feeling guilty about the bullshit he called with the night before.

Turning the corner, kitchen in full view, Alex thought he might faint. Flipping pancakes in his cabin like he owned the place was Michael fucking Guerin.

The warm feeling that coursed through his chest couldn’t be denied. Michael looked perfect standing there, first thing in the morning, in his socks making breakfast. He was smiling, still humming the same song while Buffy sat wagging at his feet. Alex covered his mouth, physically restraining himself from speaking, afraid he’d beg Michael to never leave.

As he stood silently watching, that warmth turned to anger and bitterness. This was such an invasion of privacy. Alex knew he’d locked the door the night before. And, besides, they hadn’t spoken in months. Michael’s solution to that was to show up, uninvited? Play the domestic game?

“I don’t remember giving you a key,” Alex said when he found his voice and was confident he was in control again.

Michael jumped slightly but the smile never left his face. “You know me. Don’t need ‘em. Hope you’re hungry. Made your favorite.”

Moving a bit closer, Alex furrowed his brow, sure Michael had no clue what his favorite food was. Excitement flooded his veins as he watched Michael put the finishing touches on churro pancakes.

“Go on, sit down. I’ll grab you a coffee.”

Maybe it was the early hour or the shock of seeing Michael or some combination of both, but Alex moved in a daze to the small table and took a seat, wrapping his hands around the mug of perfectly made coffee Michael placed in front of him.

When the churro pancakes slid under his chin, Alex was pulled out of his shock.

“Michael, what the hell is this?”

He got a smirk in return, all straight, white teeth and plump, pink lips. “Just tryin’ to do something nice, Private.”

“Why now?”

With a mouthful of pancakes, Michael shrugged and asked, “why not now?”

Alex pushed his plate away, stomach churning with anxiety. “It’s been a year, Guerin. Your relationship had its run and now you don’t wanna be alone? So, where’s Alex? Bet he’s just sitting there, alone and pathetic, waiting.”

Michael shook his head and straightened his posture. “No, that’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?” Alex stood and walked outside, needing space and more air than the cabin could offer. He gripped the wood railing, counting his breaths and listening to the birds chattering. The sun was pushing through the branches, tossing light here and there, a sliver of it landing on Alex’s hand, warming one up while the other stayed cool.

The door squeaked open and he heard Buffy’s paws on the decking before he felt Michael standing next to him, giving off a warmth he missed.

“I’m gonna make an assumption so I apologize in advance if I’m wrong.” Michael sounded hesitant, unsure. He waited for a response from Alex but must have decided he wouldn’t be getting one. “You’ve always hated Roswell.” Alex raised his eyebrows, his body naturally responding to the truth.

“I’m guessing you didn’t realize it was the only place that felt like home until you were overseas.”

Alex didn’t know what to say. The idea of agreeing with Michael didn’t sit right with him but he couldn’t deny that while he was spending nights in makeshift tents and praying the last bomb was the last bomb, he wasn’t dreaming of Roswell.

“So, you always hated me?”

Michael laughed and shook his head. “Jesus, we’re so good at this communication shit, huh?”

Alex laughed, too, and looked out over the property, watching a squirrel grab an acorn and run off with his treasure, holding it selfishly in its paw. “I guess so.”

“You left me. You helped me realize I was bi, you were so nice to me and then you were gone. I resented you for ten years.”

“Michael, I told you that I shouldn’t have-“

“Shut up. Just let me finish.” Alex pouted as Michael raised his hand. “When you came back, I hoped. I was an ass about it sometimes, I know, but I hoped we had a shot, that you still felt the same way about me. About us. But you didn’t want to be seen with me, didn’t want people to know about us, you pushed me away over and over again. So, after everything, with my mom…”

“You needed someone who’d stay close.”

Michael nodded and looked at his boots, kicking a twig onto the dirt. “I didn’t choose Maria to hurt you.”

Alex scoffed, “fucking felt like it, though.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

Alex shook his head, his bottle of empathy run dry. “I told you I loved you. That I wanted to start over again. I was ready.”

Michael nodded. “I didn’t believe you. And I shouldn’t have to work on your timeline.”

Alex tilted his head toward the cabin. “Okay. So why should I have to work on yours now?”

Michael bit his lip and looked toward the trees. “Fair enough.”

They stood in silence, listening to the sounds of undisturbed nature around them. Alex was still angry, filled with confusion and caution, but he’d be lying if he said simply being in Michael’s presence didn’t bring him comfort.

“I don’t get your analogy.”

Turning, Michael leaned against the banister and Alex had to look away. With his tight t-shirt and curls blowing in the breeze, Michael looked like a fucking dream.

“The war analogy?”

Alex nodded. “Yeah, that one.”

“It’s a bad one, but I convinced myself I didn’t love you. Then I was with someone else I know I loved and realized it’d never come close to how I feel about you.”

Blinking rapidly, Alex refused to cry. When he knew he had control of his voice, he asked, “are you gonna look away again?”

Michael slowly slid his hand into Alex’s and squeezed. “Never.”

[draculaspetbee]

Prompt #112 “Why am I always so tired” and Prompt #58 “I’ll just be forgotten”

This ficlet brought to you by, projecting my issues onto Alex (again) and the feeling of overwhelming insecurity in your friendships!

Alex had been in a funk. That was really the only thing he could call it. Waking up tired, sleeping a bit through the afternoon, researching during the night. His body ached, joints hurt, eyes burned. But he pushed through it. He still showed up for his friends, went in to work, tried to make sure that he was present and active in the moment. Today was no different.

Why am I always so tired? He’d gotten enough sleep that night, had forced himself to stay home so he could make himself get to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. But now his body felt weighed down, like he could just collapse on the floor instead of getting up and doing anything. Maybe he could just take a day off? Nobody would really miss him; nothing had been planned by the group for today, not that he knew of anyway, and he could call in to work.

I’ll just be forgotten anyway, whispered the voice in his head. The one that sounded so similar to his father that sometimes he wished he could drink enough liquor to make it disappear. But it was true. It had been, what, a week? Since anyone had called him. Kyle was busy helping Steph adjust to life outside of the hospital, Max was still upset about Liz taking off, and Michael. Well. He hadn’t seen Michael since he’d spilled his guts through the lyrics of his love song and looked up to see him disappear.

Maybe this heaviness was because he’d lost Forrest last week. They’d had a good run, and he couldn’t deny that it had been fun, but it never turned as serious as he wanted it to. Alex craved someone to know all of him and not care, someone who could see the darkness he held inside and hold him close anyway. Forrest was fun and flirty, but they didn’t ever settle down like he wanted them to. He didn’t think any of his friends knew yet, but then again, they hadn’t really liked Forrest anyway. He was someone too new, too observant, and none of them wanted him close enough to be included in the group.

So, they’d broken up. It had been rough; he’d been the first man Alex had been with since Michael. The thought of Michael sent a pang through his chest, not quite the white-hot agony that he had felt when Michael walked out of the Pony without looking back, but still painful enough to cause him to clutch at his chest. Yea. He deserved a day in. A day just to himself, to recover and catch up on some sleep. He called his supervisor, letting him know that he wouldn’t be in today. The man was understanding and wished him a good weekend. Was it Friday already? When had he lost that much time? He felt like he was drifting now, exhausted and alone in his house. Shaking it off he took a sleeping pill and passed back out on his bed.

The next time he woke it was to a pounding on his door. Groaning, Alex threw his arm over his eyes, trying to shield himself from the daylight was streaming through the window. The person at the door continued to knock, adding their voice to the mix when he refused to answer. After a minute or two he heard the door burst in, and Alex flung himself towards his bedside table and the gun he’d hid underneath it. He brought it up just as Michael erupted into his bedroom, curls flying, eyes panic-wide.

“Michael? What the fuck? I could’ve shot you!” The man himself hurried over and sat on the bed next to him, he was too close and not close enough. He reached out and cupped Alex’s cheek, looking worriedly at the bruise dark bags under his eyes, rubbing his thumb against his cheekbone. It took everything he had not to lean into the touch.

“You weren’t answering your phone. I got worried.”

“So, you thought you could just, barge in?”

“I haven’t heard from you in weeks. I got desperate. And when you didn’t answer your phone, I had to ask Kyle and he hadn’t heard from you in days. I thought you were gone.” His voice quivered as he looked away, breaking the intense eye contact they had shared since he broke down Alex’s door. A loud grumble from his stomach sounded, letting him know how hungry he was. Alex exchanged his gun for his phone and tried to check the time, but his phone was dead.

“What time is it?” the question drew Michael’s attention back to him and away from his twisting hands.

“It’s seven, Saturday morning. I came over as soon as I got up. Are you-, are you ok Alex? I know it’s been rough-“

“I’m fine.” He didn’t mean to sound so stiff, but he really couldn’t talk with Michael about anything as complicated as feelings just yet. “Let’s just. Let’s go get some breakfast ok?” Michael looked up at him, hope glimmering in his eyes. And Alex thinks that, he may not be fine right now, but if Michael kept looking at him like that, he might be soon.

[writingforyourpleasure]

ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Characters: GERARD WAY x Reader

Link to chapter one :   https://writingforyourpleasure.tumblr.com/post/190745024051/on-the-road-again

Author’s note: Enjoy ! 

2.      “ 666 “

After they all introduce their self to you, they all went back to their conversation with Billy and Dex . You sat on the floor having nowhere else to sit . 

You listened to their argument about which of Gotham villains was the best one, just when you finally wanted to take part into the conflict a loud bang on the door resounded and a voice, probably of the boys crew, maked itself heard calling the guy for make up and costumes. You were also told to hurry up on yours if you wanted to be on stage in 30 minutes. You actually started to stressed out at this point . You got your make up done and your stage clothes on in top record. Your make up was blue flames under your eyes made with your electric blue liner and red eyebrows with mate black lips. Your stage clothes was a XL Chaos T-shirt in vivid red completely destroyed in which you almost drowned because he was so large, your camo pants and rangers , easy and perfect for a lot of sweating. You took your drum sticks and headed to the stage. 

A wave of screams maked itself heard at your arrival, fading as soon as you joined your kit and Dex his bass. You closed your eyes letting Dex start with their bass introduction to the first song soon matching them on their rhythm and the familiar passion eating you alive. No one existed , right now it was just like when you were sixteen. In your bedroom behind your drums and Dex facing you with his bass close to your bed , the door of your room open to let your parents listen to your music, they asked for it. And the most important public in the world , your dog Matcha. Yes, playing for an entire arena was just amazing, but right now you played for yourself , wanting to let yourself go . You always tried to give the best of yourself, you didn’t wanted to loose the magic of what this moment procured you. 

Once you’re part was done , an interlude of 30 minutes took places .

“Dude you smell SO bad right now” You shoved your left elbow into his ribs for yelling it so loud to anyone who would listened .

“Shut your stupid mouth , you smell as bad as I do”

“Well Y/N I’ll loved to say you’re right … but you aren’t” This shitty Ames said coming up in front of you to leave for the scene to bring back in your truck your instruments . soon followed by Billy who shout you up a smile.

“I think you smell okay Y/N”

“Thank you , but no need for such big lies pretty boy” You winked at him , making pink appeared under his beard . You walked it off with a smug grin along with an amused chuckled .

Crossing paths with Ray , Gerard , Frank and Mikey along the way. Then you headed for your lodge to be the first one to shower as Dex stayed over to the scene to help Billy and Ames .

  This was already three months ago. You were now on a break of one week , back to your parents house in the suburbia of Leeds, in the county of West Yorkshire in Northern England . Since you couldn’t afford the rent of your apartment in London, while not living in it for most part of the year, anymore. The positive point in all this was that you got to live with your dog Matcha the rare times where you weren’t on tour.

During those last three months a lot of things changed . You, Billy, Dex, Mikey, Frank, Gerard and Ray became friends pretty fast. Even through you gotta to admit the fact that Ray being a goddamn Greek god at the guitar, and also with his amazing hair, was a tiny bit intimidating. Ames and Max were friends with the guys too but less close to them than Billy, Dex and you were. Ames because he had a short temperament and had trouble trusting people he didn’t knew, and Max just because he was overwhelmed with work all the time, you seriously doubted he even took full nights of good sleep , a nap maybe but nothing more .

 The shows were great too, the fans were shoving enthusiasm in your band and your music which was a good sign. Sometimes some of them even asked for autographs at the end of shows, you weren’t really used to it, but you guessed nobody ever was in the end. Ray was the closest you got to, he was very kind, smart and someone you just enjoyed spending time around, Frank, Mikey and Gerard too but a little less than Ray even if you would never say it out loud or you would never hear the end of it. You just were still a little bit intimidated by him where Ray seemed more approachable sometimes. Dex is pretty close to Mikey and Gerard from what you observed. 

Dex, you and your new friends we’re often sharing the same bus , most of the time the one of the guys while Billy , max and Ames stayed on your sleep , unless for sleeping . But with the shows and the adrenaline that came with it, most of the time you didn’t made it to your bunks until early in the morning. The memory of it was all it took to put a small smile on your lips . 

You were actually on the carpet floor of your bedroom playing guitar , just above a whisper coz’ your parents we’re asleep on the other side of the hallway . Matcha was watching you , her tongue out breathing loudly with a huge smile on her face, comfortably laying on her favorite xxl cushion by the side of your bed.

 On your velux Window, the drops of rain created a gentle rhythm . It was 3 in the morning , you didn’t arrived to find sleep that easily at home since your bedtime on tour was much different. You’d came back two days ago, since then something seemed to be giving you anxiety . You couldn’t remember when you felt it for the first time . Was it on the plane home ? Before or after ? You didn’t know but you felt like something was wrong and couldn’t seem to shake the feeling. 

You started to play some chords in a random order getting lost into your music . It remembered you those nights when Ray or Frank would mess around with their guitar while you were all talking to each other after a show. You always just stood there, staring more than participating in the conversation . You really admire the way they played and was listening quietly before someone would start talking to you as always. Sometimes , even if it was rarely , Gerard would play, in those moments you just stared completely bewitched by him. He didn’t play as well as Ray and Frank , but had his way around it. He looked so gentle each time he’d done it with an huge concentration, where Ray and Frank seemed more carefree. You stopped playing guitar lost in your thoughts, as you were remembering the scene. 

His dark locks just falling before his eyes and you just sitting in front of him watching him more than the guitar. Then he locked his eyes with yours catching you staring like he did every time you looked at him playing . You didn’t know how every time he just felt your eyes on him and caught you before you could turn your gaze away, making you blush a little bit because you didn’t want to seem like a creep . But he would usually just have a smug smirk on his lips before sitting his guitar and joining the conversation with everyone. Just remembering it, made you blush .

When you woke up the next day with Matcha laying on your side as always . Today was no different than yesterday you still had this underlying anxiety on the back of your mind, you sigh . You really had hope it will go away today. You  made a point to go out today, just to change that train of thoughts. 

You usually just tried to avoid going out because here, people knew you , not from being in a band no, people knew you from high school and you knew them from it. So you didn’t had that much success with people finding you likeable here for some reasons. Well maybe it was coz’ back in high school you were full of cynicism and people had a hard time understanding your humor or lack of it . Being a nerd who played D&D on Sunday’s didn’t help either. Add the fact that you were one of the only people in your school who had crazy hair colors and who always talked back to shitheads . 

But you kinda wanted to pay your friend Charlie a visit, it’s been a while since the two of you hang out . Charlie was one of your friends in high school who was in your D&D Sunday group, she is now on medical school, to be a doctor , which means you didn’t get a lot of news from her by text but tried to both do your best to keep each other updated on your lifes.

You got up unfortunately waking up Matcha along the way and made your way downstairs, soon followed by your golden retriever. Finding your box of cereals and making yourself a mug of coffee for breakfast. Before your mom entered the room already dressed , your dad worked from 8am to 6pm at the University of Leeds as a Philosophy teacher and your mom was working as an astronaut at the British Space Program and she was currently on break for several months before her next mission.

“Hello Y/N , you and I are going to the mall shopping for food in less than 15 minutes so go get dressed .

“Hi mom, can’t you go alone ? I’d planned on staying home this morning and going over to Charlie’s later .” You said pretty annoyed with your mother’s request.

“I could use the extra help , so got change yourself would you ?” She said before hurrying out of the kitchen not waiting for you to answer .

You finished your bowl of cereals and your coffee , quickly going upstairs to change.

You were waiting for your mom on your porch facing your street number. Younger the fact that you lived on the 666 of your street always made you laugh, it still does. You decided to take a quick picture of the number plate and put it on Instagram writing below it :”Never gets old” quickly pulling away your phone as you mom was locking up the front door and walked up to her car with you on her tracks.

Once inside your side of the Bentley on the left , while your mom was climbing on the driver seat on the right , your phone buzzed inside of your jeans . You pulled it out unlocking it , only to see the comment on your last post .

@Gerardway: “ seems perfect for a cult summoning!”

[billyspotato]

Family - Dad!Billy Hargrove

Words: 3.550 words (I was really inspired)

Type: Fluff

Summary: You and Billy have two kids and ran away from Hawkins. Neil doesn’t know about them.

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something.

(Before someone says something, I don’t believe Billy is racist [since even Dacre himself doesn’t think his comment was made to sound racist] but I do not think that is actions in the show are in any way alright)

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4     Part 5

A/N: Gif is not mine :)

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Y/S/N - Your son’s name

You wake up and the sun light hits your the face right when you open your eyes. You turn around and hold back a groan. Once you open your eyes, you see Billy and almost ‘awn’ out loud at the sight.

The adorable sight being your boyfriend, Billy, sleeping peacefully on his back with your 2 year old daughter asleep on his chest, with her chubby cheeks pressed onto his skin and her slightly parted rosey lips making a way so a little drool falls onto Billy’s skin.

You brush her curly hair out of her chubby cute face and Y/D/N hums into your touch.

It’s pretty late, but since it’s Sunday, nobody cares enough to get up early in the morning.

Y/D/N falls back into a deep sleep as you pull away your hand and you look up at Billy. The peaceful sleeping look on his face was enough to make your smile reappear.

You two found out that you were pregnant when you were almost graduating. Billy didn’t tell anyone and worked two jobs for a few months so the both of you could have enough money to survive alone out of town. 

Your family was supportive and didn’t tell anyone either.

You two ended up getting an apartment not too far from Hawkins, since you didn’t have enough money to move to California, as Billy wanted.

Billy’s family, on the other hand, think that you two only left Hawkins because you wanted to be/feel independent; so didn’t really care.

It’s been 2 years since your baby girl was born, and you two now have full-time jobs and a better apartment. 

But also, another child (6 months old). His arrival went way smoother, since this time you two didn’t need to stress over not having enough money for food or a place to stay.

You get up from the bed after coming back to reality and go to the bathroom to do your morning routine. You stay in one of Billy’s shirts and some leggings before going to check on Y/S/N, who is also in a deep sleep, hugging his stuffy close to him.

You walk to the kitchen, start making breakfast and start the coffee machine. While washing your hands on the sink you gasp as you feel two arms wrapping around your waist.

You smile, not even a second later, once you know who is behind you.

“Already awake?” You ask while leaning your head back on Billy’s shoulder.

“I woke up when you got up” Billy whispers into your neck before planting a kiss.

“Why was Y/D/N in our bed?” You ask, turning around.

“She showed up in the middle of the night saying she had a nightmare” Billy explains as you cup his face with your hands.

“Did she talked to you about it?”

“No, but she promised that she would today” 

You two share a kiss and Billy’s hands slowly go under the shirt that you’re wearing, gripping your hips and bringing you closer to him.

“I love you” He whispers into your lips and you smile at him.

“And, I love you” 

While you look into each other’s eyes, you hear little footsteps on the hallway.

“Mommy?” 

You hear a little voice coming from the doorway and you two look at it.

“Hi, baby” You say before getting out of Billy’s hold and picking up your son. “Slept well?”

He nods and scrubs his blue eyes before leaning his head on your shoulder. Billy walks to your side and pecks his son’s temple before going back to the bedroom to wake up his daughter.

You turn back to the stove and finish preparing breakfast while playing with Y/S/N.

Billy walks in his room and finds Y/D/N still asleep in the middle of your queen sized bed. He lays down next to the two year old and starts kissing her face, neck and arms, making her start waking up and giggle at her father and his kisses.

“Good morning” Billy tells his giggly daughter and she smiles at him. “Mommy is making breakfast, are you hungry?” He asks and she nods. “Let’s get you up then”

Billy sits her up and they both go in the bathroom. He helps her wash her face and picks her up before walking back to the kitchen.

You put down the food on center of the table and everyone starts eating.

“Daddy, can we go to park?” Y/D/N asks sloppily with her spoon on her mouth.

“Sure” Billy answers giving her a smile, in which she returns.

Everyone finishes their food and Billy offers to wash the dishes while you go dress up everyone.

You already changed your son’s diaper so you start getting the clothes out of their wardrobe.

“Mommy” Y/D/N says and you look over at her, “Can I wear dress?”

“Of course you can, princess. It’s pretty warm outside” You tell her. “Pick one” You say while pointing at the pile of dresses in the wardrobe.

Your daughter walked to the wardrobe and you start dressing your son. After he was done, he sped off to the kitchen to look for his dad.

Y/D/N gives you her baby pink dress and you smile at her. You help her change into her clothes and she, also, runs back to the kitchen.

You walk to your own bedroom and put on some jeans and a white t-shirt. You spray on your perfume, put on deodorant, and do something to your hair before going to look for your family.

You get to the living room and Billy had each kid on each of his legs while having a conversation with them, (or trying to understand their burbling).

“Let’s go?” You ask and the three look at you.

They nod and Billy puts the kids on the ground while standing up.

You all walk out of the apartment and you make sure that the door is locked before you start walking down the stairs.

Once you all walk out of the building, you help the kids get in Billy’s car, the blue Camaro that the both of you decided to keep.

Billy drives to the park while music plays softly on the stereo and Billy hums the lyrics while the kids were sitting in the back.

Once you get there, you all get out of the car and once the kids are put down on the ground, they run to the park where all the other kids are. While you and Billy walk hand in hand, fingers intertwined, way slower.

You both sit down on a bench and start talking. Talking about nothing in particular. Billy’s eyes stay glued on his little girl and his little boy, scared that something might happen if he looks away.

“Is it today that your mom is coming over for dinner?” Billy asks and you gasp.

“Oh my god! I completely forgot” You say and Billy chuckles. “Can we go buy something for dinner on our way home?”

“Of course, we can” Billy answers still with a smile on his face.

You lean your head on his shoulder, while looking at the kids playing in the park and questioning yourself on how you could’ve forgotten about dinner.

You stay silent for most of the time, enjoying the light cool breeze hitting you, Billy’s warmth and smell, and also the kids that you two have, who keep giggling and running through the park.

After 2 hours of them playing around and you exchanging some words with Billy, or telling jokes to each other; you decide that it’s time to go your way back home.

After you called the kids, Y/S/N ran almost instantly into your arms while Y/D/N decided to have a diva moment, refusing to leave the park.

Billy gets up from the bench and walks to wherever your daughter ran to. He peeks through the holes in the little castle’s walls and he smiles once he hears the little giggles from his girl. They play around for a bit, Billy kept running in a low speed behind his kid, while she ran with everything that she has, still giggling loudly around the park.

The people around looked at the cute daughter-father moment with a smile on their faces, just like you.

Billy really did change after your daughter was born. His patience grew like crazy and you couldn’t be more proud of him, specially after the many nights of him being upset before birth, questioning if “he would be like his father”.

After Billy finally picked his daughter up, you all start walking to the car. You hold your son in your arms as Billy unlocks the car, and then you two slide the front seats forward before placing the kids on their respective places.

Billy drove to the supermarket and when you got there, he decided to stay in the car with the kids while you went to buy the stuff that you needed.

You get out of the car and walk quickly into the supermarket. As you got in, you gave everyone a little smile before looking for what you’ll to do for dinner.

Once decided, you pay for the groceries and walk back to the car, where Billy listened to music that the kids would find interesting. You get back in, putting down the grocery bag next to your legs and Billy turns the car back on.

Once you get back home, you decide to start lunch, and after the many times Billy asked if you needed help, you told him ‘no’ for the last time with the smile, making him give up and go back to the kids.

(…)

It’s been a few hours, you all ate lunch and dinner was already in the oven, but you still needed to make the salad.

The doorbell rings and you walk quickly to the door, expecting to see your mom.

Maybe she can help you with the salad.

“Hey, mom. Can you just-” You start but stop once you look at who is really behind the door. “Max?”

Your mom stands awkwardly next to Max, not really wanting to have any contact with Billy’s family after what he had told her about them.

“Hey, Y/N” Max says and you at her confused, not knowing what to do with her presence.

“Where’s Billy?” Your mom asks and you look at her.

“Living room” You say quickly letting your mom in.

You stay in the middle of the doorway, looking at Max in shock and with a confused look in your face.

“It’s not that it’s not good to see you, Max, but…” You start and she gives you a little smile, “How did you find out where we live?”

“We were on our way to our ‘holiday destination’,” She says air quoting, “but Neil saw your mom in the supermarket, so he kind of… followed her here?” Max says, embarrassed with her words.

“Neil’s here?” You ask.

You can feel your breath already getting heavier and your heart beating faster.

The person you didn’t want to get in Billy’s life ever again, came back, and it’s probably just a few feet away from this building.

“Yeah, he and Susan made me come up here while he parked the car” Max says and you sigh.

Someone’s voice is heard in the end of the hallway and you visibly tense up. A few seconds later, Neil and Susan appear behind Max.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N” Susan says.

“I don’t know if I can say the same” You say back, leaning on the doorway.

“Why is that?” Neil asks and you glare at him.

“Usually when people come over to your house, they announce that they’re actually going to appear” You say and Neil stares back at you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Susan says with a smile looking between Neil and you, “We came over after we heard that you were going to have dinner with your mom. We thought: why not have a family dinner?”

You are ready to say how they are not a part of this family and they can turn around and leave, but you hear footsteps behind you.

“Look who it is!” Neil says while looking at Billy, who stands behind you, frozen, “The son that disappear without a word 2 years ago!”

“Why are you here?” Billy asks while taking a step to stand in front of you, blocking any way of contact that his family could have with you.

“We wanted to know how you are… Since your disappearance” Neil pokes, taking also a step in front of Max.

“Well, I’m alive and well. And now that you know that: you must know how where the exit of the building is” Billy says and you stay still behind him.

“Mommy?” You hear a little voice whisper behind you and you close your eyes.

You turn around quickly and grab your daughter, taking her to the living room, hoping that Billy’s body was able to hide you both.

“Where’s daddy?” She asks you a little louder.

“He’s just talking to someone, he’ll come back, baby” You tell her and you look at your mom, who is struggling to keep your son entertained.

You put your daughter back on the ground and walk back to the door, where Neil is trying to get in.

“Alright, we won’t have dinner with you. Let’s just have a little talk” Susan says and you sigh.

The fact that these two are standing just a few meters away from your kids makes the mama-bear instinct in you, grow.

“Y/N, just talk to them. If they don’t leave after that, we’ll call the police” Your mom says behind you and Billy looks over at her.

“What about the kids, mom? I don’t want him close to them” You whisper at her and she sighs.

“I’ll stay with them, don’t worry. Just get this done with” She says.

Billy looks over at Neil, who is visibly trying to hear the conversation.

“We’ll talk in the kitchen” Billy tells them, still tense.

Billy moves over to the side, blocking the doorway of the living room from them and Neil makes his way in the apartment, looking like he owns it. 

Billy closes the door and looks over at you. You stand beside him as you two walk to the kitchen.

“High chairs?” Neil questions and you look over at him.

“I babysit a lot” You lie quickly and everyone starts sitting down.

You sit down beside Billy and you hold his hand under the table almost immediately.

“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to still be together” Neil says and you nod, “How long have you to been together?”

“4 years” Billy says and Neil chuckles.

“Isn’t that fucking impressing for you, William? Are you sure you don’t have any side whores?” Neil teases and you look over at Max, who looked at the both of you with a sad and also embarassed look.

“Yeah, I’m sure” Billy says dryly.

“So, what made you two move out of Hawkins?” Susan asks and you tense up.

“I never liked Hawkins” Billy says and you look down at your hands.

“Why didn’t you go to California?” Susan asks.

“We didn’t have enough money and I just needed to get out of that shit hole as fast as I could” Billy answers.

“Your family helped with the money, right Y/N?” Neil asks you and you nod, “Your mom is here. Why isn’t she talking to us too?”

“Would you like her to speak too?” You ask and Neil nods. “I’ll get her, then”

You give Billy’s hand a little squeeze before getting up and going to the living room, where your mom is struggling again with trying to make the kids stay still and quiet.

“Mom” You say, “Neil wants to talk to you too, for some unknown reason”

“What about the kids?” Your mom asks in a whisper.

“I’ll watch them. Go talk to him, he probably doesn’t want to talk for long”

Your mom gets in the kitchen and you looked over at the kids, who played silently.

Your daughter lifts her coloring book at you, to show you her piece of art.

“It’s beautiful, baby” You whisper at her.

“Can I show, daddy?” She asks and you smile at her.

“You can. Just wait a little for him to come back, okay?”

“Why?” She asks with a frown in her face.

Please don’t throw a tantrum. Please don’t throw a tantrum. Please don’t throw a tantrum.

You kept saying that to yourself as she gets up, hitting her foot on the ground dramatically and crossing her arms.

“I want daddy to see” She says louder and you cover her mouth.

“He will, just wait” You tell her calmly and she groans into your hand.

You let her go and look over at your son, who is trying to show you something strange about his toy.

Y/D/N continues to look at you with a frown in her cute little face and you hear the chairs in the kitchen moving. 

Your daughter starts walking to the living room’s door with her coloring book at the same time as your son got up and started running as well. You get up quickly and try to pick him up, but you then notice that Y/D/N is running away.

You pose the younger kid on the couch and run to the little girl.

“Not the time, Y/D/N” You tell her and she giggles.

She runs off the living room and you finally pick her up. You look up and Susan is standing in front of you with a shocked look.

“Neil?” She asks.

“Shit” You whisper.

“Bad word, mommy!” Your daughter whisper while giggling.

Neil walks out of the kitchen and looks over at you, and after some seconds the disgusting smirk on his face appears.

“What do we have here?” Neil asks and he looks at the little girl. “Aren’t you cute?”

Your daughter hides her face into the crook of your neck and Billy appears behind Neil.

“Are you going to tell me that she’s one of the kids that you’ve been babysitting?” Neil asks but before you can answer, he continues, “When she has curly blonde hair and blue eyes?”

You shut your mouth and Billy walks to the front door, opening it, he looks at his family members with the door wide open beside him.

“You can leave now” Billy says.

“How old is she?” Neil asks while taking a step closer to you, you take a step back right away.

“Leave!” Billy shouts and your daughter flinches in your lap, “Now” He continues and Neil looks at him.

Billy never raised his voice this high with the kids around.

“Alright” Neil scoffs while grabbing Susan’s hand and walking to the door, “Maxine, let’s go! They don’t want us here anyway”

“She can stay” Billy says while looking at Max, “But you two need to leave”

Neil decides to not say anything once your mom appeares from the kitchen and your son ran out of the living room to her arms. Neil actually tenses up when looking at her and steps out.

Billy starts closing the door before saying something to them, which you can’t hear it.

“If you dare to come close to this apartment ever again, be sure to remember what Y/N’s mom told you” Billy starts saying in a low voice. “And… If you simply try to come close to my girl and my kids, don’t expect me to not do something about it”

Neil looks at Billy in complete shock, not knowing what to say or what to do, while Billy closes the front door in his face, looking back at his family.

“Let’s have dinner?” Billy asks, trying to hide his speedy breathing.

(…)

You lay down on the bed beside Billy after changing into your choice of pajamas and you look at him while laying on your side.

“What’s wrong?” Billy asks you as he looks at you.

“It’s all my fault” You say with the feeling of weight in your chest chest, guilt, “It’s my fault for not grabbing Y/D/N and Y/S/N quick enough… I should’ve just-”

Billy cups your face and pulls you into a kiss so you could shut up. Once he pulls away and you look at him.

“It’s not your fault that we have a daughter that can’t sit still for more than 5 minutes. It’s not your fault that she chose to throw a tantrum on that moment. She’s a kid and she knows that she will get whatever she wants if I see that she’s upset.” Billy whispers into your lips while looking you in the eyes.

You stay silent while looking at Billy and he gives you a little smile.

“Plus…” Billy whispers, “Now the kids have an aunt”

You smile at him as the image of Max playing with the kids after dinner, sitting on the carpet and surrounded by toys; and the idea of your son loving to play on her lap or snuggle into her.

“Aren’t you scared of him coming back?” You ask, laying your head on your pillow.

“Yeah, but I don’t think he will” Billy says while looking down at you, “Not after what your mom told him”

“What did she say?” You ask curious.

“She started telling him how she will call the cops but Neil just laughed at that… Until she started saying how she left guns all over this house just to keep us safe” Billy says and your eyes widen, “She also told him how she won’t be scared to shoot him if she ever sees him close to the kids and- Other things of the sort”

“What?” You ask shocked but laughing at the same time.

“Yeah, your mom exploded in that kitchen” Billy says with a smile.

“Oh my god” You say while giggling.

You two laugh a few more moments before you became more and more tired by the second. You snuggle close to Billy after he turned off the lights and you two drift off to sleep, feeling safe in each other’s arms.

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I’ve been having baby fever, so I’m making my crushes dads.

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[bigsisterbabysitter]

His Girl 》Part 1

Promt: What happens when Billy survives the Mindflayer, he was trying to change himself and now his mind is broken. But a sunny girl brings light to his life when he thought he'd never see it again a girl who's been through the same events. Both dealing with their Truama they are drawn to eachother in more ways than just friendship.

Paring: Billy x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: blood, mentions of truama, mentions of abuse

Prologue:

She had worked at this dingy Gastation since Senior year, taking shifts when she can but after the summers passed events... She took up the shift nobody wanted the shift from 8pm to 5am. She couldn't sleep not soundly, not at night. Night terrors left her screaming and crying it got so bad she briefly had to sleep on the floor of her little brothers room just to be sure he was safe. But soon as his Freshmen year rolled in Dustin requested his space, she kindly gave it to him not wanting to add to his own stress.

So there she stood behind the clerk's counter her head down on her arms at 3am as she stretched her aching back. No one had been in for a good hour and a half but then as luck would have it the familiar chime of the door sounded and she stood up right and was met with a familiar tired face.

Billy Hargrove the man who lived being torn apart by the Mindflayer before her very own eyes walked up to the counter his hair a mess eyes bloodshot and bagged. He walked more sunken into himself. It was clear he hadent been sleeping. It had been like this the past 2 months. It was almost mid October and once he was healed he was given the okay to return home... like nothing happend. So he started to come to the little gastation in the center of town to buy a pack of cigarettes and a warm smile from the young woman whom his Step Sister adored.

"Its been a few days" the woman comments sliding him his normal pack of cigarettes along with the ashtray that sat beside her register. He gave a gruff thanks before slipping her the cash and opening the pack. Lighting one up he took a deep inhale and slowly blew out warm grey smoke. Y/N eyed him and took the cigarette from between his fingers as he leaned against the counter and took a drag herself tapping the ash into the tray on the counter between them.

"Been busy" he mutters his fingers playing with the loose edge if her countertop absently Y/N handed the cigarette back blowing out the smoke with a nod "understandable" she says to him. Walking from around the counter she strolls to the cooler pulling a coke she walks back her light wash jeans sar high waisted with a plain white tshirt tucked in to them and a sunny yellow cardigan that was a size to big on her smaller frame hung over her hands slightly. Setting the drink down before him "on the house. You look rough" she states

Her comment elects a smirk from the mans lips. "Thanks Henderson" he cracks it open taking a long drink. The unusual pair had grown close due to his nightly visits. They were each a welcomed destraction to one and other. She bites her lip in the comfortable silence the radio playing some newer song softly over the speakers neither if them really listened they just looked at eachother quietly. Finally Billy pipes up "why are you so nice to me" he asks I a serious tone.

Since the incident over the summer Billy's mind was in pieces, a shell of the man he used to be. He had been trying to change his ways once he realized he had started to become his father pointed out by Max when he showed up the the Byers house in a rage to find her after he and Harington went a few rounds she stuck a needle in his neck and threatened his manhood with a spiked bat. Then the worst thing happened some crazy demon shadow whatever he didnt know exactly still to this day had take over him. Made him do horrible things worse than ever before... it almost killed him, sometimes he could still feel it as if it was still inside his body cold and lying in wait.

Y/N didnt answer right away she glanced at the man. At first when he had showed up he bullied her friends, beat the hell out of Steve and scared the fiery red head she knew as Max half to death so she wasnt was welcoming in the beginning. But she started to see his change and that summer she had planned to make peace but then things took a turn when he was possessed.

She didnt really know the reason why. Maybe it was because she saw him fight to save them, maybe she saw the fear that lingered in his eyes, maybe it was the fact that as much as she hated it she had fallen for the Son of a Bitch once he started comming around during her night shift she finally speaks "because where you see a monster o see a hero" she chews her lower lip thoughtfully a moment "you're not a bad person. Not any more you came to terms with your mistakes and you have begun to mend them" she reaches out touching his forearm with a soft hand over his leather jacket "what happend to you over the summer.. that thing.. that wasnt you and it was not somthing you could control. I want tou to remeber that" her words were reassuring to the Male and she glanced over catching Y/E/C eyes with his own deep blue ones and nodded slowly content with her answer for now. He ran a hand through his messy blonde curls once again with a sigh

She gave him a sad smile as he looked away "hey anytime you need light conversation day or night I'm your girl" she nudged him playfully nit really hearing her own words at first. Those words.. 'His girl' it made him smile and look at the floor "thanks kid" he said softly and shoved his hands in his pockets "I'll see ya around Y/N" he says walking to the door she gave a small wave "See ya around Billy" God the way her gift voice said his name his heart skipped a beat

Chapter one, Pebbles at the Window:

It was mid Febuary so it was brisk outside. Valentines day had gone and passed leaving Y/N relieved." it was a stupid hallmark holiday anyway", she had pouted as her brother had rolled his eyes "well maybe to tou because you're single I have Susie" and with that he had went off to call her. So now at 1am she lays on her bed spread feet against the head board wearing a tshirt that's too big, a pair of Y/F/C panties and some warm wool socks that scrunched up at the ankles. A magazine in her face she paused hearing a soft tink sound against her window. She sat up slowly and stared at it. Again. Tink. She stood up and walked over moving the curtains aside slight fear in her eyes and confusion.

Her look soon turned to horror at what she saw. Bellow in the faint light she saw it. Billy Hargrove in a pair of sweat pants and a leather jacket with no shirt beneath it. His face was bleeding and starting to bruise. He looked scared. Y/N flew to the door quickly throwing it open to find him now standing on the porch. He said nothing he walked straight to his friend and wrapped his arms around her making her gasp softly

They stood embracing eachother for several moments in the open doorway her arms wrapped around his neck and he held her close around the waist his face buried in her hair as he tried not to cry. She shushed him softly stroking his blonde curls with one hand. Her legs were bear and feeling the cold but she didnt care she held him tightly his exposed chest was freezing she could feel it through the thin fabric of her night shirt finally she pulled him inside and shut the door softly whispering as not to wake her mother and brother in their rooms. "Billy what on earth happend??" She asked leading him to her room sitting on her bed. But really she already knew. For months Max had been confiding in her, scared for her Step Brothers life as his father was psychotic.

Their relationship had improved greatly and he had grown protective of his Step sister so when Neil came after her about being around Lucus again Billy wasn't having it. He told Max to go to her room as he took the beating leaving her crying scared he would die for a moment. But after Neils anger was gone Billy got up, reassured her that he was going to a friends while Neil passed out drunk on the couch. And now hear he was. He looked up at the woman before her, the woman he had grown to care a lot about and just took a shakey breath explaining it all. Y/N gathered supplies shaking with rage as she cleaned him up. That's it she wasnt having it any longer they needed help. After cleaning him up giving him a glass of water and Apsrin she made him lay down "no if and or buts Hargrove you are sleeping here tonight" she snaps pulling the covers over his waist once his boots and jacket were off. She climbed in beside him laying on her side and he slowly turned over to look at her with a heavy heart. "Thank you Y/N" he said softly his eyes glassy with tears. She reached a soft hand out to him causing him to flinch. She cupped his jaw softly "Any time Billy" he whispered back. That night was the first night in months either of them slept through the night.

When morning arrived Billy woke up alone and confused looking around the young womans room. Climbing out of bed sorrly he paused catching a glimpse of himself in her full length mirror. Scars from the mindflayer attack ran jagged across his muscular chest. His left cheek bone held a large blueish black bruise that went up under his eye which thankfully wasnt swollen. He sighed heavily running the back of his neck and opened the door curiously looking up and down the hallway "Y/N?" He whisper yelled. Then he heard something and paused. Laughter from the kitchen. Carefully he walked down the hall twords the sound and found Y/N and his step sister cooking lunch. When Max spotted him she gasped and ran over hugging him tightly Y/N smiled softly Billy stroked the younger teens hair "I'm alright" he promised "what's going on?" He looked confused

Max spoke before Y/N could "Y/N called in a favor from Hoppers friends!!" She pulled away looking up "Neil got taken into custody this morning my mom was a bit upset as shes being questioned since she never reported anything" she bit her lip "But they are gonna take care of everything and Ms.Henderson said we can stay here until it all blows over!" Y/N just smiled down at the pan with the grilled cheese sandwich she was flipping and stired the pit of tomato soup.

Billy just looked shocked he walked over grabbing Y/N by the shoulders spinning her around "Thank you" tears fall from his eyes and he Grips her tight "thank you so much" Y/N just smiled "any time Billy I'll always be there"

[somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds]

Team Zombie + “So you’re in charge of us freaks? What’d you do to get this kind of punishment?”

When Billy had reopened his eyes, he expected Max to still be there. He didn’t expect the blinding white lights and the smell of cigarette smoke. Hospital. Yeah, that had to be it, he was in a hospital and he could go - somewhere, after he was let out. Dad wouldn’t let him back in the house, he knew that much. Harrington’s family had a pool house, maybe he could stay for a few-

The cough beside him was startling, even more when his eyes moved to the side and saw the Hawkins chief on a slab across the room, like they were in a morgue together as Billy felt the cold steel under his own body.

The smoke flitted up to the ceiling as words were spoken. They were in a low Russian accent, but to Billy it sounded like he was right next to his ear.

“Gentleman. Welcome to the new Project Starcourt.”

Billy could only stare at the ceiling, as the words crawled over his skin as he heard the chief say, “What the hell is this?”

“Relax, you’re very safe.”

“Where are we?”

“Safe.”

Billy heard a curse and a sound like scraping metal and then a grunt. It was loud, so loud, and he felt a cold ache in his chest. He couldn't reach it.

“Now, now, none of that. Won’t want to do something foolsy. Foolish.”

“You can’t keep me - keep us - here.”

He could see Billy? Billy wondered why he couldn’t speak, everything was heavy and pressing down on his limbs.

“Oh, we can. I will warn you both: if you end yourselves before we finish my work, we will bring you back.”

A hand touched Billy’s hair, stroked it down, and Billy couldn't move. He couldn’t speak.

The voice felt like it was coming from inside of him, but it was in Russian and Billy didn’t understand. He hadn’t understood much of anything for a week. He closed his eyes again, and when he woke up this time, he could move, and his tongue was looser.

His hair was gone. He screamed, and not a soul answered him back.

The - thing - flayer? - was out of him. Supposedly. He didn’t hear its voice anymore. He heard the man with a cigarette and a clipboard speaking low and calm to him a lot, asking what happened. Billy told him over and over about the car and Heather and her parents and the sauna and the mall, but it never seemed like the right answer. Every time, he got put back in his room, and heard Russian whispers. The longest time, he didn’t see any of them for a week.

After week, he was put in bed and strapped down, and was put to sleep. He had a nightmare, like he had almost every single night. This time, though, it felt like a tangible thing, something he could push away. So with a hard shove, he pushed at the air and watched his surroundings melt like ice cream on a hot day (pistachio, hazelnuts, cherries; that’s disgusting, Hargrove) until they swirled down into nothing by his feet. 

He opened his eyes and saw the man with the cigarette taking notes, as his assistant next to him was screaming, begging, crying, clawing at the wires attached to his head until there was blood dripping out of his skin, his ears, his nose.

The man wrote another note and patted Billy’s head. Billy hated that. He got a pat after sitting for in a cool or hot room. He got a pat for when he was told to read a chart at the end of the hallway and did that pretty easily.

Every pat left him with the smell of soap, hair grease (Farrah Fawcett, if you tell anyone it’s your ass, Hargrove) and iron. Billy didn’t like that. Smells were bothering him now. He could smell something downstairs, where he wasn’t allowed. Something green.

Billy could read his chart if he focused when he was wheeled down the hallway, and it said day 40 the day he and Jim were sat at a table, food on plastic plates with plastic forks. The man with the cigarette sat with them, with his own plate, and smiled at them both. He didn’t have a cigarette with him today, today he had his clipboard. Billy didn’t have anything to say.

Jim did.

“So you’re in charge of us freaks? What’d you do to get this kind of punishment?”

The man placed a forkful of mashed potato into his mouth. “I volunteered. You are the natural next steps after my success with Project Kore.”

“What the hell is that, Matvei?”

Matvei. A name. That was good. Billy had been calling him fucker in his head for the past 40 days when he wasn’t pumped full of drugs.

“You have to introduce your pets slowly, Jim. You understand that, didn’t you have any growing up?”

A dog. Billy had a dog once. Neil got rid of it after Mama left. It was fluffy, yellow, and yipped instead of barked. Mama would always play with it, sing it Janis Joplin songs as she cleaned the kitchen.

“Billy, eat your tray.”

Billy wasn't listening. He was thinking about running on the beach, not after the dog or after Mama, or away from Neil. Just - running, and running, and running, towards humming.

Take another little piece of my heart, baby!

He stepped in a dip in the sand and it swallowed him like quicksand, and suddenly he was somewhere surrounded by green. The green he could smell from his room. A mix of fresh salad greens, the pine that covered the shit smell in Hawkins (it doesn’t always smell like shit, Hargrove!) and dirt. He kept walking towards the song, and stopped when a hand came up and brushed a leaf away from their face.

It was a girl. She had freckles, short red hair that curled. Her skin was slightly green, not like it was rotten, just overripe. She was humming Janice Joplin. The plants curled around her to keep her out of Billy’s view.

She was alone. 

“I can hear you,” he spoke to the green.

The leaves were brushed back, and she stared through him. Not at him. Through him.

“But I’m dead.”

“I’m not dead, and I can see you. I can see - I can see so much now. I can hear everything now.”

“Did you die?”

“I don’t - think so. Something did.”

“Did it touch you, too?”

Billy nodded, but she didn’t react. So he spoke. “Yes. It went through me. What about you?”

“They said one of me died. Didn’t know there were more than one. I’m just - here. They didn’t know what I know.”

“What do you know?”

“They don’t know I can remember.”

“Remember what?”

“My name. My life. My death. The pool, at Steve Harrington’s.”

Steve.

“You know him.”

“Do you?”

Yes.

“Why are we here?”

“They want guides in and out. Like guides for Everest, you know? Sometimes I get those books to read.”

“Guides to - the Upside Down? What do they want?”

“To open the Gate again. To let it out. I saw you, my last trip, to get the - the thing.”

“Dem-demagorgan.”

“It was using you. And now they’re using you, too. And Hopper. I saw him once down there. It’s inside of us.”

“Nobody tells me what to do. Not anymore,” Billy snarled.

The girl’s eyes lit up, like petals opening.

“We can get out.”

“How?”

“Come down here again, and we can work out a plan. Somehow. I’m - I’m Barb - what’s your-”

Then Billy was rewinding his memory, his sight, he was running backwards out of the green, back down the beach, until his head rolled forward and he was staring at Matvei, who wrote another note while cocking his head to the side.

“Billy, welcome back to the land of the living. What did you see?”

“I’m not going down there,” Billy told him, fingernails cutting into his skin. “You can’t make me.”

Matvei sat down his pen, removed a needle from inside of his coat, and smiled at him. The way Neil did right before the dog left, before he announced the move, before he broke Billy’s jaw after he caught him with Roger Lee back in Santa Mon-

Billy focused all of that blackness forward, but Matvei didn’t stop. Billy focused his hearing, and heard a high frequency from the man’s earpiece that made him wince and shrink back, but then Jim’s arm was covering him, snapping at Matvei. “What do you think you’re doing? You want to put someone down there, send me.”

“I’m sorry, Chief,” the man mocked. “But you and I know that magnets are useless in the cold, unfortunately. Alice here and Dorothy downstairs are our only options.”

Billy heard Barb’s voice from downstairs. Get him to put you down here so we can get out.

Billy pushed Hopper lightly and the man flew into the table easily. Billy knew he’d been stronger since he woke up from the Flayer. Matvei wrote another note. Billy heard him whisper about blood tests and injecting another text subject with the creature’s matter. But Billy looked at him with as blank a look as he could muster. “I want to go.”

Matvei smiled, and patted his head again. Billy felt like biting it off.

Then he was strapped down into a wheelchair and brought into the green again. Barb was nestled in a corner, sketching a crude map that could not be deciphered.

“Dorothy,” Matvei said with a cheery smile, smoothing her hair back so she had to look up at him and Billy. “Meet Alice. You’ll both be going in tomorrow, yes?”

“Yes,” she nodded, picking at the dirt under her fingernails. One of the guard dogs started barking, but Billy noticed when she let out a near-silent shhh then they were quiet.

They were left alone, and Barb told him sometimes she could feel what the dogs were thinking. Like they could understand her. They both heard too much, all the time.

Jim was put in his own room again, after the small satisfaction of turning all the thumbtacks in the hallway board onto a passing guard. A sharp electric jolt had gotten him to the ground, and Matvei calmly explained how he was to be their tether when they went down.

“If you lose either of my pets,” Matvei told him, tapping his nose like a bad dog sniffing the trash. “I will erase you.

Hopper couldn’t reach him as he left the room, stuck watching some Disney movie playing at full blast in his cell so he couldn’t sleep.

Then he heard a voice.

Jim.

“Kid?”

We’re going to get out.

“Who?”

All three of us.

“By clicking your heels down there?”

Do you trust us?

Hopper scrubbed the side of his face, missing the hair tie around his wrist. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

No place like home, right?

[galacticcannibalism]

Of Assassins and Hearts CH. 10

Chapter 10: Breaking News

beta-d by: @thinkwritexpress-official​ and @arrow-guy​

Summary: Time for Kylo to tell you the truth.

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word count:2634

AO3 Link

Kylo Ren is an assassin. Kylo Ren is an assassin. Kylo Ren is an assassin.

The frilly underwear you held in your hand slipped from your numb fingers, your mind repeating the words over and over while Max’s voice in your head spoke soothingly to you. Your stomach lurched and you had to fight down the nausea that rose at the words.

That’s not the only secret he is hiding from you. His name Little Bird, what is his name? Max asked, his voice soft, almost concerned. 

“Kylo Ren,” you whispered aloud.

Your voice cracked with the words, leaving you feeling like your voice tried to stop you from uttering the lie.

Ben Solo, His name is Ben Solo. Now that I’ve revealed him, maybe it's time you come back to me, Little Bird,  he said, sweet and harmless.

Your ears rang as you wrenched yourself away from Max’s poisonous thoughts, but his words still rattled around in your skull like dice in a cup.

Assassin. Ben Solo. Assassin. Ben Solo. Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren. KYLO REN.

You sank to the floor, hands clamped over your ears, trying to stop the rattling, trying to see past the words Max had sprung on you. You squeezed your eyes shut and cleared your mind, blocking out Max and Kylo. You could feel them both in your head, a chafing presence. 

A hand on your arm pulled you out of the storm of thoughts and dual voices screaming in your head. You staggered to your feet, eyes still closed and voices still drowned out. The hand on your arm moved and pried your hands away from your ears, and you finally opened your eyes to find Kylo standing in front of you, his expression concerned. You jerked out of his hold and turned away from him. The tidal wave his hands held back threatened to overtake you again.

“Don’t touch me,” you spat at him.

“What’s wrong? What did I do?”

“According to Max, you’re a fucking liar!” you shouted.

“Listening to the nutcase that zip tied you to a chair is always a good idea,” Kylo said sarcastically.

“Who is Ben Solo?”

The words you whispered took immediate effect. Kylo’s face paled as he stepped back from you, stunned. You waited a few seconds before turning on your heel and leaving the store. The fact that he had no answer was proof enough that he had lied to you. You power-walked toward the road. Between the feelings of anger and sadness, your heart cracked as your mind went over every lie. Tears streamed down your face as you walked, partially blinding you to the Jeep pulling to a stop behind you.

“Y/N, get in the car,” Kylo shouted behind you.

You didn’t respond and chose to keep walking. 

I just need to get away from him.

“Please, Y/N,” Kylo pleaded from behind you.

“Leave her alone, dude, you’re dumped!” a man in a passing car yelled.

Y/N I’m sorry, Kylo said in your head.

Who is Ben Solo?

You stopped walking and turned to face Kylo. His head was tilted, making his hair fan across his face, hiding his expression from you. 

I’m Ben Solo.

“Why should I trust you?” you called to him.

You started back in his direction, determined to wring the truth from him. I can’t have another incident like I had with Max.

“I’ll tell you everything.”

“Everything? Like why you don’t go by your name kind of everything?” you asked.

“I will, I promise. Just get in the fucking car,” he growled at you.

You finished your walk to the Jeep and climbed in, waiting for him to start the conversation. He started the car up and took off down the road back onto the highway without a word. You watched the scenery flash by, mind drifting. 

What if he’s some kind of serial killer? What if I’m his target? Do I even know this man? If he doesn’t give me a satisfactory answer I’m gone at the next stop. 

Kylo glanced over at you before turning his eyes back to the road. You were sure he’d heard your thoughts, but he didn’t comment on them. You waited for a few more seconds for him to offer up the information.

“Before I explain, you have to understand some things are secret because they aren’t my secrets to tell,” Kylo started, his tone grave. “And I’m only going to go over this with you once because there are parts that not even I know.” 

You nodded, prepared to commit every word to memory.

“When I was a kid, I trained at my uncle’s dojo. My uncle, Luke, was a martial artist and a gunsmith. He wanted me to learn control and balance in my life. I lived with him and trained with him for years, learning different martial arts and my way around guns,” Kylo explained in a low voice.

“You asked me if I could shoot,” you pointed out.

“Yeah I did. I learned the beautiful calligraphy you write with too,” he said, casting a glance at your bright pink cast.

You pulled the sleeve of your shirt down to cover as much of it as you could suddenly embarrassed. 

“When I was 16, my uncle and I had a major falling out. I left and joined a gang, The Knights of Ren. I stayed with them for years, not realising how toxic they were. My dad pulled me out, but it cost him his life,” Kylo continued. “I was on the road with him one night. He was trying to talk me into going home to see my mother when his truck got ambushed. They killed him, and they killed me. They killed Ben Solo.”

You shuddered at what you heard. You could almost see it in your head, Kylo laying on a deserted road way with his body broken. You wanted to reach out to the broken man in your vision and cradle him, to reassure him everything would turn out alright. You looked at Kylo and the unshed tears in his eyes made your heart ache.

“What about Poe? Where was he during all of this,” you asked.

“You’ll have to ask him. It's not my secret to tell.”

“If you died...  how are you here?”

Kylo didn’t answer. Instead he concentrated on the road, humming again. You let him hum through Devil in Disguise before you started to get impatient.

“I woke up handcuffed to a hospital bed with feds standing over me, telling me that I was a suspect in a list of crimes that would land me six feet under if I was convicted. That list included murdering my father. They threatened me with jail time before leaving. What I didn’t know is that the Knights of Ren took exception to me leaving and decided to move illegal goods that The First Order wanted via my father’s truck,” Kylo explained. “The Knights of Ren are lenient, but the First Order is a leave-no-witnesses kind of group. ”

“You were supposed to die with him.”

The realization shook you to the core. Nothing could have prepared you for the revelation that the man who was supposed to be tied to you almost didn’t survive to form the bond.

I might have ended up Max’s Soulmate, you thought sourly.

“Nobody on the planet deserved to be tied to him,” Kylo said gruffly. “Sorry about earlier.”

You nodded absently and picked at the cast, resisting the urge to scratch at the growing itch.

“The doctors patched me up and released me. They told me I’d died on the table 3 times and they were surprised that I’d even survived. Before I made it 10 feet out of the hospital doors, the feds hauled me in, they were waiting for me to be released. First they threatened me, then they bargained. I didn’t have anything to give them, so I made them a deal; I’d take out the Knights of Ren and the First Order. But I’d need immunity for everything. Permanently. That included any jobs I took for them.”

You stopped picking at the cast and turned in your seat to look at him fully. Kylo’s expression had hardened while he told his story.

“I never killed innocents, only people that deserved it. Traffickers,untouchable, and murderers. People like that. I don’t just go on unchecked rampages. I have standards,” Kylo said, his tone harsh.

A few minutes passed in silence, broken only by Kylo taking deep, angry breaths. You wanted to say something but you didn’t want to interrupt if he had more to say.

“I killed them all. The Knights of Ren. That was the day Ben Solo completely died. He has a lovely gravestone, and he was buried with his father. I became Kylo Ren that day,” he narrated, his words starting to dip into a monotone.

“So, you really are an assassin?” you asked nervously. “What about your Mother and Poe, do they know?”

“They know and disapprove, but what can they do? The First Order needs to be stopped, or they’ll keep spreading.”

“Why me? Why did Armitage come after me?”

“I can only assume he came after you to weaken me. Nobody knows what effects the violent death of a soulmate can have,” Kylo answered.

You swallowed thickly. He wanted me to give up Kylo’s secrets and then he was going to kill me? 

“I’ll protect you, I swear. And I’ll stop them, and if Max has joined them, I’ll deal with him too,” Kylo promised fiercely.

“What were you going to tell me if I asked what your job was?

“Probably a police officer or something along those lines. Something safe.”

You didn’t ask any more questions as darkness fell and Kylo left you to mull over his words. Your heart sank the more you thought about everything he said and everything he hadn’t. He was an assassin, like Max said, but he hadn’t done anything overly threatening to you. 

“Wait, you said you pinned Armitage to my floor. Did you- I mean how? Why?”

“I pulled out a big ass knife and stabbed him through the chest with it, and pinned him to the floor. Not really rocket science,” Kylo answered with a shrug.

“How big was the knife?”

“The blade was about 14 inches.”

The amount of strength he’d need to do something like that is incredible. That is both extremely sexy and absolutely terrifying.

The words caught up with the rest of your brain.

“Wait, you left a man pinned to the floor of my apartment! Oh god I’m going to jail,” you groaned.

“He isn’t dead. Phasma can take his wounds from him. And they probably burnt down your apartment anyway.”

“And that is better how?” you asked, glaring at him.

Kylo shrugged and pulled off at the nearest exit and into a hotel parking lot.

“Why are we stopping? I thought we had a ways to go.”

“We do, I’m just tired. Get us a room and I’ll get us food,” Kylo directed.

You looked down at your clothes and back at him. 

You gestured at your sweat pants and said “Pockets.”

He dug into his own pocket and pulled out a cellphone and a credit card, pushing them to you. 

“My number is programmed in, text me which room it is.”

You climbed out of the Jeep and watched him speed out of the motel parking lot. You tapped the credit card thoughtfully against your chin while you pondered Kylo’s stunning revelations. You’d never heard anything so convoluted and twisted. If Max hadn’t already confirmed it in an attempt to get you away from Kylo, well, you’d never believe it. With that disheartening thought, you strode into the office of the motel.

After 10 minutes of haggling and a non refundable incidentals deposit that you were sure went into his pocket, you managed to get a double room. You glared at the man behind the desk and stalked out of the office, taking out the phone Kylo had handed you. You opened the contacts list, and true to his word, he was the only contact. You punched in a text message with the room number and pocketed the phone.

Where are you, Little Bird? I can come and take you away from him, Max’s voice spoke gleefully in your head.

Stay the fuck away from me, Max. I swear you’ll regret it if you don't, you snarled, sending every ounce of anger you felt through the connection.

You felt him flinch away from your thoughts, making you smile in satisfaction. Maybe the bastard finally felt an ounce of the pain he had caused.

Don’t worry, Little Bird. I’ll be there to save you, Max promised, his voice sounding far away and muffled.

While you walked, you pulled all the anger and pain you felt around you, using it to shield your mind. Max being in your head was a violation that couldn’t stand, no matter what the reason. 

No more, you thought grimly.

You made it to the room you’d texted to Kylo and unlocked the door; it surprised you that the hotel hadn’t switched to electronic keypads, but that wasn’t your business. You double-checked the door was locked then dropped the key with a clang on the little table by the door. Walking to the bed furthest from the door, it looked clean enough, so you kicked off your shoes and climbed in.

I’ll get up when Kylo needs to be let in.

You were pulled from sleep by a rhythmic sound, unidentifiable and soft. You looked to the empty bed across from you, noting with tired interest that Kylo wasn’t wasn’t there. You held your breath for a few seconds and angled your head to get a better feel for where the sound was coming from. When you determined it was coming from the bathroom, you climbed out of the bed and padded silently to the door. The sound of flesh-on-flesh followed by a sigh was unmistakable.

I should go back to bed, you told yourself. But what if it's some random person? That clerk was pretty sketchy.

You peered through the crack of the open door, resolved to scream bloody murder, but the sight in front of you froze the sound in your throat. Kylo was seated on the edge of the crummy bathtub, hunched over himself with his shirt clamped between his teeth, one arm braced on the side of the tub, the other moving rhythmically over his length. Your eyes strayed from his face, unable to keep yourself from watching his cock disappear in his fist. A bead of precum formed at the head and he spread it across the length of his cock with the palm of his hand, easing the friction as he thrust into his fist. The new sensation pulled another muffled whimper out of him that had your eyes shooting back to his face. He let his head fall back as he let out a low groan, and you sighed as the sound set you aflame. His motions halted at the sound, and he quietly called out your name, guilt heavy in the word. 

You backed away, slowly and soundlessly, retreating to your bed and climbing in, laying motionless. A few seconds passed before Kylo walked out of the bathroom and stopped at the end of the bed. He called your name again softly, as if he wanted your attention but was afraid to wake you. A few more seconds passed before he went back to the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click. You rolled over and the scene played before your eyes over and over until you drifted back to sleep.

[angelkurenai]

Sleepless nights - Steve Rogers x Reader

Title: Sleepless nights

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Being the adopted daughter of the one and only Tony Stark, after your parents’ death, has both its perks and drawbacks, like getting to know Captain America himself. However, no matter how close you are, whenever you try to have some alone time with the supersoldier someone seems to be ready to interrupt. So when you find him alone in the gym one night, you decide to take the chance. Only you don’t know his pent up frustration has a lot to do with you.

Staying up till late at night had disadvantages and more often than not cause a lot of trouble. Whether it would be arguing with Tony or more like being lectured by your father-figure that you weren't getting enough sleep and how unhealthy it was to work till late at night – look who's talking – or making careless mistakes during missions, because of lack of sleep, that ended in you getting hurt pretty bad sometimes and in the end getting the 'I told you so' look from Tony and other members of the team; or even worse sometimes the concerned look in Steve's baby blue eyes that just broke your heart, knowing you put him through such worry. 

You weren't an Avenger but your knowledge in technology and all of the things that Tony had taught you over the years, from helping in making all the suits to hacking in systems not even FRIDAY could, came in handy more often than not. Not to mention that once in a while you loved being there and seeing the Avengers in action, alright maybe Steve a little more than the others.

Steve. Steve Rogers. Captain America. Friend. And above all, the man that stole your heart from the first moment you met. Not to mention the biggest advantage of staying up till late at night. The only perk other than getting your job done, was walking by the training rooms to see the shoulders flex underneath his shirt as he kept punching the punching bag in front of him. You got carried away admiring for a full minute, not a surprise there and not the first time either, but this time at least you weren't on edge thinking someone might catch you, because nobody else apart from you and Steve (apparently) was awake at this time of the night.

It was so easy for this man to distract you even with the smallest thing. You bit your lip, glancing around the small hallway in case somebody was around, luck wasn't with your side whenever you wanted to be alone with the super soldier, so if this was your chance you weren't going to let it slip.

“I never took you for a night owl, Stevie.” you said in a soft voice so as not to startle him, when you entered the training room.

The man paused, turning to look in your direction before a small adorable smile graced his lips that made your knees go weak “Trust me, I surprise myself sometimes too.”

Your smile only got bigger, not just because of his one, but also because if his back could have you staring then his sweaty front side had you gawking “Seems like you were going hard on that punching bag, makes one wonder whose face you were picturing.” you said with a smirk that made him let out a soft laugh.

“If you are implying Tony because of what happened today at the mission, I'll admit that he made me see red but no, not to that extend.” he walked towards you, unwrapping the gauze from his hands “We don't always see eye to eye, but that's how we work I guess.”

“Hey, nobody's gonna blame you if you were picturing his face! I know I do sometimes.” you confessed with a sly smile that made a beautiful chuckle leave his lips.

“You do huh?” he raised an eyebrow and you nodded your head.

“I love dad, but sometimes he's so infuriating he's just asking for it.” you shrugged.

“Dad huh?” he breathed out and you gave him a small nod and smile “I'm glad that you've gone on that level with him, now. Infuriating or not, he's a good man and he does see you as his daughter. He cares about you like a father would, and that's something we all can see. Whether you're adopted or not, you're more family to him than blood relation can go.”

“Tony was...” your smile fell as your eyes casted down “He was the only one I had when my parents died. My whole world crumbled down when I realized that the people closest to me where gone and they weren't coming back. He supported me so much on an emotional level, helped me through my nightmares, through my anxiety attacks, he-” you blinked away the tears, looking up when you felt his hand on your shoulder “He stood by my side like a real father, not just because they were old friends or because he decided to take me in, but because he was really there for me, I really think he deserves it. He was the only one I had when everything fell apart around me and now... I have you too.”

“You always will have me. For anything that's worrying you or troubling you, I'm- I'm here for you.” he said in a soft whisper “I-” he cleared his throat, looking down before adding “I know what it's like to lose everything you knew, to have to deal with nightmares and have nothing to grasp onto for sanity.”

Your heart did a small drop, thinking that this was just Steve being the sweetheart he was to everyone and not because you more special to him than others “Is that why you're here tonight? Trying to grasp onto some sanity?”

Or at least so you thought, because in his eyes you were far more than just what you gave yourself credit for.

He cleared his throat, looking away from you while his hand fell and he rubbed the back of his neck almost nervously “You could say that, I guess.”

“You know-” you took hold of his hand before he could turn away from you, surprising mostly yourself than him “If anything, anything at all, is bothering you then I need you to know I am here for you as well, Steve. You can talk to me without fear, I will understand everything... At least, I'll try my best to.”

“Believe me, I know that. And you have no idea how important it is to me.” he gave you a breath-taking smile before, although hesitantly, he leaned down to kiss your cheek surprising the both of you. You were sure that the red tht tinted his cheeks matched that of yours but you both had two wide grins that were just impossible to hide.

“Alright-” you cleared your throat, still smiling “Until you feel like talking about any of the things troubling you, how about you let out your pent up frustration another way hm?”

“What?” he blinked, his eyebrows raising in surprise and his eyes slightly widened.

“What?” you asked back, tilting your head to the side , narrowing your eyes at him.

“I-” he shook his head “What did you mean?”

“Some combat. I'm not the best at it but I can hold a fight... or at least so I'd like to believe. You could always teach me a couple new things.” you giggled softly and he cleared his throat, nodding his head.

“Oh” he breathed out “Ye-yeah, of course. I guess it could come in handy at some point.”

“Especially if dad keeps getting on my nerves like this.” you grinned, starting to take off your long hoodie “Don't worry about hurting me though. You can go as rough as you want, I can- You ok?” you stopped yourself, giving him a curious look when you noticed he was staring quite wide-eyed.

“I'm- Yeah I'm alright.” he blinked, clearing his throat but still looking away.

“Are you sure?” you asked with a small smirk, always loving when he got bashful around you. A man who usually towered over everybody else, broad shoulders and big arms that could rip a log in half – and he had – could get so shy around you so easily and act like a teen in front of their crush. Or at least you wished.

“Yeah, of course. Alright, so what would you like to learn?” he asked, and the way he looked so intensely in your eyes made you raise an eyebrow. It was almost as if he was forcing himself to focus on your face and not- Oh. Oh!

“I-” you tried to fight the grin “Am I making you uncomfortable Steve?”

“No, not at all. Why would you say that?” he tried to play it cool but it was so obvious how flustered he was that it just made your heart skip another beat.

“Oh I don't know, I'm just guessing.” you shrugged “Sorry by the way, for the clothes. Dad likes the AC to work on max down in the labs sometimes but in my room it's usually warmer so keeping some shorts and a tank-top underneath the hoodie is always the best option. I thought you'd have gotten used to seeing women exposing much more skin in 2018.”

“No, no yeah of course I am. That's not it.” he shook his head, because it was true after all. He was used to that, more than he thought he'd be, but he was and could not get used enough to your body being so exposed around him or the way that made him feel to be as comfortable as he was with other women.

“Then what?” you took a step closer to him, noticing how he scooted back subtly. This time the move not making your heart ache the way it usually would because you understood very well the reason behind it.

“Steve...” you started in a soft voice, trying to fight the smile from your lips “Is there something you're not telling me?”

“What?” he frowned, blinking “Oh, no. No everything is alright. I'm just... troubled and worried, from the mission is all.” he knew he was lying through his teeth and he hoped you bought it but how could he ever tell you the whole truth?

He couldn't put that kind of truth into words, not even when he was alone, not to mention when he was facing you. How could he even say that he had come down to the training room after an ice-cold shower to find a way to get his mind off of you and all those so-not-appropriate thoughts and above all dreams he'd had about you that woke him up in the middle of the night? He couldn't say that.

“Stevie” you started, placing a hand on his arm and he instantly looked at you “I meant it when I said you can talk to me about anything.”

“And you really are the one I will always look for when I need to, you know it.” he gave you a small smile “B-But this one's different so it's better if you don't stress yourself out with my problems. I'll be alright, don't worry about me.”

“Yes, but-” you took another step closer to him, this time really surprising yourself with how daring you were “It will help get the weight of your shoulders, you know.”

“Or maybe ruin things for good.” he said back softly, worry in his eyes “And I can't afford that, I- I won't be able to take that.”

“Maybe. But maybe it could change things for the better. You won't know until you make the move.” you said softly, your hand sliding down to hold his and he gave your hand a squeeze.

“I- I just wanted-” but he didn't get to complete his sentence when another voice cut him off, and it wasn't yours.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)-Stark get your ass in the labs this moment before I come down there to take you myself.” Tony's voice echoed through the training room and it sounded just as pissed off as you'd expect from him. You all-but-jumped away from Steve before looking up at no particular wall because you didn't know where the cameras had been installed exactly.

“Oh and sorry for interrupting.” his voice was laced with sarcasm, making your blood boil.

“Are you spying on me or something now?” you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the wall.

“When you're forgetting to put clothes on, yes, yes I actually am.” his voice said back sassily and you rolled your eyes, mocking him childishly before he spoke up again “And don't roll your eyes on me, you hear me? Come here now.”

“And what if I say no?” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“(Y/n)” Steve warned softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“First of; hands off Rogers, I see you. Second; you either come here now or so help me, I have enough footage to blackmail you for the rest of your life.”

“Real mature, dad.” you muttered, but right before you could sass him back, Steve spoke to you gently.

“It's alright, (Y/n), really. We'll find another chance sometime.” he gave your shoulder a squeeze “Go. Knowing Tony he's going to keep his word.”

“I-” you sighed in defeat “I'm gonna burn those baby photos down.” you muttered before leaning in to kiss his cheek, despite Tony clearing his throat for you to hear “See you, Steve, maybe another time.”

“Oh I really hope not.” came your father's voice and you rolled your eyes, taking hold of your hoodie.

“Fuck you, dad.” you said loud enough for him to hear as you made your way to the door.

“Language!” you were surprised to hear from actually both of them but you just shrugged it off before you hurried to the labs.

And just as you expected you found a grumpy Tony Stark waiting for you there with his arms crossed over his chest as he said “Care to explain what was that?”

“Interesting, I was gonna ask you the same thing.” you shot back, after all these years you had started acting a lot more like him without realizing but despite how proud it made Tony, he now was only pissed.

“I could always see you had a thing for him but taking it this far? Really?”

“This far? Are you serious, dad?” you scoffed a laugh “We were just about to do some combat, Steve would teach me a couple moves. We weren't doing it in the middle of the training room because as you see I'm perfectly dressed considering it's the middle of freaking summer! When that happens it will be in my room or his, don't worry about it.” you shrugged casually but he choked on thin air, his eyes going wide.

“Oh shit my left side is going numb, shit I can't feel it. That's not normal, is it? It must be a heart attack, it needs to be.” he blinked and you rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being “When did you even get to that part?!”

“We haven't but-” you shrugged casually again “We might. At least I hope, when I get the courage to tell him how I-”

“Hope?!” his eyes widened once more in just a couple minutes “Alright, that's it. Sit down, you and I need to have a talk.”

“You wanna talk? Fine, let's talk. But I'll give you a heads up: By the end of this conversation I will still tell you that I have feelings for Steve Grant Rogers and that is not going to change. Now-” you sat down on a chair, motioning for him to do the same “I'm listening.”

[fandom-imagines]

Love is Strange

Chapter Five:

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Pairing: Nathan Prescott X Reader

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The words 'Nathan Prescott has followed you.' Played on my mind for the rest of the day.

Why did he follow me? He literally told me to fuck off and is probably planning my murder right now. He doesn't follow that many people either, only people from the Vortex Club, so why me? Why did he follow me out of all people? Not Max, not Stella, not Alyssa. Me. Confusion filled my body as I continued to theorize why he would follow me. Was it because he liked that I stood up to him? No that can't be it. Why would he like that?

Thoughts and theories flying through my head, I began to make my way to my science class.

~

"Today, I will be putting you into partners," Miss Grant, the science teacher smiled, "You will be working together on a project for this whole semester."

I didn't have a preference of who I worked with considering I didn't know anyone personally in this class, this being my first science lesson here.

"Y/N and Warren." I heard my name being called from Miss Grant who walked past me, pointing at me and a brown-haired boy sitting to the left side of the room, seat beside him empty.

Smiling, I walked towards his desk, plopping myself in the empty seat beside him.

"Hi!" I grinned, holding my hand out for him to shake.

"Hello," He smiled back, taking my hand in his own, shaking it politely.

Our introduction was quickly cut off my Miss Grant who had finished partnering people up.

"Over this semester, you will conduct multiple experiments, complete tests and work on multiple projects with your partner. Of course, the test will be done alone but you are welcome to revise together, if possible." She explained, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Nice to meet you, Warren." I said, looking towards the equipment in front of us.

"You too, Y/N."

~

As Warren and I left the classroom, I spotted Nathan talking to a guy I believed to be called Hayden. Once again, I found myself curious as to what they were talking about. I assumed that it was about the upcoming Vortex Club party which I had read about earlier today. I had rarely seen the two speak in my short time at Blackwell Academy.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Nathans piercing gaze fixated on me until Warren gently shoved my shoulder, discreetly nodding towards the brown-haired man.

"Why is he looking at you?" He asked, "Did you two have a thing or something? Not that I'm judging."

Chuckling, I caught Nathans gaze, a light pink blush covering my cheeks at the thought of being watched.

"I'm not too sure why he's watching me. It's a bit creepy." I shrugged, confused.

First, he follows me and now he's watching me in the hallway?

Does he like me or something?

Of course not, Y/N. You stood up to him, it'll be hatred.

Warren and I walked down the hallway, heading towards the exit of the building. We walked in silence, the sounds of passing-by cars and birds chirping filling the comfortable silence. Ahead of us, I spotted Warrens car. It looked good for its age, being an old-fashioned car, something Max would love.

I knew that the two were friends, as well as the fact that Warren was hopelessly in love with Max, something she had mentioned multiple times without explicitly saying that he loved her. It was so obvious.

"So, I'll see you in class?" Warren asked, pulling out the keys to his car.

"Indeed, you will." I winked, smiling as I left my new friend, heading back to my dorm room.

~

I decided to take a nap, the early start to the day being too much for my easily exhausted body. When I was younger, I was able to stay up for days on end, but after I developed serious depression, I was tired easier – sleeping through classes, things like that.

The medication helped a bit.

I'd often suffer from nightmares, losing sleep over them until I'd collapse during the day, nobody able to wake me. They'd refer me to sleep clinics, mental health services, even sending me to hospital one time but nothing ever really helped.

A knock from my door woke me up a few hours later. Sighing to myself, I quickly ran a comb through my hair before opening the door.

"Hey, girl." Dana, a cheerleader who lived a few doors down from me, grinned.

We had seen each other a few times on mornings, talking as we waited to shower, friendly things like that.

"Hey?" I said, sounding more like a question.

"You're coming to the Vortex Club party, right?" She asked, walking towards my wardrobe, beginning to sort through my clothes.

"Uhm, no?"

"You have to come! It'll be a great experience for you."

I watched as Dana looked through my clothes, pulling out certain pieces of clothing, placing them on my bed. Eventually, she decided on a pair of shorts, a black and red plaid t-shirt and a grey vest top. I was still confused as to why she was here, she hardly knows me? Unless, someone sent her?

"Dana, not to be rude, but why are you here?" I asked, hoping it didn't come off as rude as it did in my head. I often didn't think things through before saying them, landing me in lots of trouble. It wasn't intentional, instead by my mind not seeing how rude things I said came out.

"I figured that, since it's your first party, you could use someone to choose an outfit for you to impress the Vortex Club. You probably want to join, right?" She replied, laying the clothes out, flattening them before folding them again.

It was weird, having a girl I had barely spoken to not only in my room, but going through my wardrobe? I appreciated the sentiment however, I was slightly uncomfortable; she was probably judging me right now. The thought alone made me anxious, palms sweaty.

"Thanks...?"

~

After Dana left, I was left alone.

Being alone was always a fear of mine yet it was also something I loved. Alone was how I felt safe, nobody to hurt me or nobody for me to hurt. Another fear of mine was hurting the people I care about most. For someone who seemed extremely confident and fearless, I had many fears. It was proof how much can be hidden behind a mask. This somehow helped me look past people masks and see their true selves; seeing the best of people was my speciality.

The thought of Nathan Prescott following me still clouded my mind, I tried to put myself into his shoes, his viewpoint but I couldn't understand why. Something I was good at was understanding people, but I just couldn't...?

"Why am I thinking of Prescott?" I groaned, swinging my head back, softly hitting the wall behind me where I had been sat for the past twenty minutes, thinking things over.

Just why was I thinking of him? It's not like I knew him well enough to even have him on my mind, negative or not. I didn't know him well enough to like him or well enough to dislike him, so just why was I thinking of him? It's not like I knew the guy.

Thought racing through my head, I decided to take a walk.

~

The wind whistled loudly, blowing my hair across my face, moon shining brightly in the sky, reflecting off the water in front of me as I rested on the twisted tree trunk which lay nearby. All around me were owls hooting, flying throughout the midnight sky. Across the water I spotted a familiar brown-haired boy.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I sighed quietly, looking back towards Nathan who had now noticed me.

Just my luck.

Yet again, I whacked my head against the trunk behind me, letting out another sigh.

"What are you doing here?" I heard a cocky voice sound from in front of me.

Opening my eyes, I spotted Nathan Prescott in front of me, arms crossed, lips pulled into a frown.

"Running away from my problems, got a problem with that, Prescott?"

"Yes actually, I do. This is my spot so leave."

"No."

Prescott was the reason I wasn't in the mood to deal with Prescott...?

What the fuck is wrong with me today? I never let my emotions get the better of me, so why now? It's not like I like the dick.

"I'm seriously not in the mood right now, Prescott. Please just... leave me alone." I sighed, closing my eyes again.

"Stop being such a bitch and leave."

Quickly, I stood up, seemingly startling him as he took a step back, tensing slightly.

Abuse...?

Discreetly, I shook my head in an attempt to clear my head.

It's not like I care or anything. He can deal with himself.

We remained in silence for a few moments, before he broke it with a sigh, footsteps becoming fainter as he walked back to his original spot, making me smile.

At least he listened.

~

A few hours passed, before I decided to head back to my dorm. Nathan had long left by now, probably leaving after around twenty minutes. I had no classes today, meaning I could rest after missing out on so much sleep in the past few days, the stress of a new school finally catching up to me. The past few days had been the most stress I had been under for a while. My parents were usually pretty good at making sure I didn't get stressed, but now I'm alone at a big, fancy academy, making enemies like I always do.

Nothing new.

My inability to make and keep friendships was something that had been looked at in the psychiatric ward. It was simply put down to my anxiety around people, coming off as rude being my coping mechanism, which was, apparently, quite common. Yet, I didn't understand the apparent inability to maintain friendships. I had been friends with two girls my whole life with barely any arguments, how is that not maintaining a friendship?

Whatever, it's over now. That was in the past.

The walk back to my dorm was surprisingly short, having been lost in my thoughts the entirety of the journey, something that I had done since an early age. Upon reaching my dorm room, something felt off. It took me a moment before realising that Victoria wasn't being loud like she usually is, despite the light in her room being on. This could be down to the fact that it was late, but that didn't usually stop her.

Why do you care, Y/N?

Groaning quietly, I gently hit my head against the wall outside of my dorm room, before deciding to go check on her.

I gently knocked on her door, hearing a soft 'come in' from inside. Opening the door, I moved as slowly as I could, already regretting my decision.

"What do you want?" She spat, eyes narrowing.

"I just wanted to see if you're okay. You're not being loud like you usually are," I said, realising what I said came off as rude, "Sorry, that came off ruder than expected."

She let out a quiet sigh, head in hands as she looked up at me.

"It's okay," She mumbled, diverting her attention back to the floor below her.

"Okay, Victoria. What's wrong?" I asked, cautiously taking a seat beside her on her immaculate bed.

"Promise you won't tell?" She asked, at which I nodded.

"Promise." I agreed.

"Well," She began, "I just feel like such a failure right now. My parents own a gallery, yet I can't even take a decent fucking photograph. Everything I take just looks bad to me and I can't stand it. I just want to be a good photographer." She groaned, hitting her head against her hands like I had done to the wall moments ago.

"Victoria, your photos are honestly great. My opinion is probably irrelevant to you, but that's what I think. I've seen your photos, everyone loves them, especially Mr Jefferson." I said, winking as I mentioned Mr Jefferson to earn a chuckle from her. "Honestly, your photos are great. Artists go through phases where they can't stand anything they've made, it's awful but it's something that happens to the best of us, you know?" I smiled sadly, gently patting her on the back.

"Thank you."

Nodding, I stood up wordlessly, heading to the door.

"Y/N," I heard my name leave Victoria's lips, causing me to turn around. "I'm glad we talked,"

"Me too," I replied, before leaving the room and heading back to my dorm for the night.

[crayonwriting]

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

Summary: No one deserves to be alone on New Year’s Eve. Not even a ‘shitty boyfriend’ like Steve Harrington. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader 

Inspiration: What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve by Ella Fitzgerald . I mostly get inspirations from songs so, expect that a lot from me (my next fic is inspired by another song actually, haha.) This is just a sweet, sweet song and I am just a sucker for music in the 50s to the 80s. I HIGHLY suggest that you listen to it on loop; just to set the mood. 

A/N: Thank you so much for 100+ notes on ‘The Lady Killer’! Really didn’t expect that. Thank you to all who read it and enjoyed it. Thank you for the feedback and comments too—these give me fuel to write even more! So, I hope you all enjoy this one too! Another Steve fic because I am totally in-love with that boy! Set just days after the Snow Ball.

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December 30th, 7:36 PM

You, Steve and the party were sitting on the sidewalk, just outside The Hawk. You had just gone and watch Christine, enjoying a good scare just before the year ends.

“So, what are you guys doing for New Year’s Eve tomorrow?” Dustin asked.

“Light fireworks, of course!” Lucas exclaimed. “It’s not the New Year if there’re no fireworks!”

“Yeah, we’ll probably light ‘em at my house. My mom bought a lot of stuff to light too.” Mike piped up. “You guys are invited, obviously.” Everyone laughed at this. “You’ll be there too, right El?”

The curly haired girl, who had her head laying on Mike’s shoulder, sat up straight and looked at him. She smiled softly before nodding. Mike smiled back at her, then looked up at the rest of the party. “Dustin?”

“I can’t.” Dustin frowned. “My mom wanted to visit her sister somewhere upstate. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

“Same here. Neil’s cousin or something is throwing this party. Unfortunately, we’re gonna attend.” Max sighed. She didn’t really want to go. Seeing more of Billy’s relatives was just gonna be a nightmare for her.

“Good luck with that.” Lucas patted the back of her hand. Max just smiled sadly. “You coming Will?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” Will nodded his headed. “Jonathan is visiting Nancy, so yeah, I guess so.”

“Hey! Try to be a little more sensitive Will!” Dustin scolded. Will and the rest of the party looked confused. Dustin not-so-subtly pointed to the teenage boy who was sitting beside him. They all nodded in understanding, with Will mouthing a ‘sorry.’

“C’mon guys. I’m over it.” Steve said. Everyone remained quiet, not really believing it. Steve coughed and stood up. “It’s getting late. I’ll drop you all off. Let’s go.” He started to walk to his car which was parked nearby. You and the kids followed.

“Don’t worry about him guys.” You said. You put a hand on Will’s head smiling down at him.

“Steve, I’m sorry about earlier,” Dustin said.

“Kid, it’s okay. I’ll get over it.” Steve pulled down the front of Dustin’s cap. Dustin tried to dodge Steve’s attack but wasn’t successful. He smiled at the older teen before getting out.

“See you next year guys!” Dustin said as he closed the door of Steve’s car. He was the last kid to be dropped off. You waved back at Dustin from where you were seated.

“Enjoy the trip Dusty!” You shouted. Steve waited for Dustin to enter his house before starting the car and driving away.

The car ride to your house was silent. What were you supposed to say? Steve hasn’t talked to you about what really happened between him and Nancy, not with all the happenings in the tunnels and the gate and the Upside Down. You just hadn’t had time to sit down and talk about it.

Steve was your best friend, always has been since you met him in 6th grade. He stopped talking to you during his reign as ‘King of Hawkins High’, also he started hanging out with assholes like Tommy H and Carol. Your friendship was rekindled when you saw him—his face bleeding and bruised—scrubbing away the vandalism he and his so-called friends did at the cinema. You waited for him and cleaned up his wounds. Apologies were made and you became best friends again.

Despite it being cliché, you had a crush on Steve. How could you not, when you had spent most of your time with him during your middle school and the beginning of your high school days. You couldn’t blame him for falling for Nancy Wheeler. She was pretty, smart, and very determined. But hearing about their breakup—and they say it was bad—you couldn’t help but feel sad because you knew how much Steve loved Nancy. She was probably the first girl, out of all the girls he dated, that he loved.

From the passenger seat of his car, you could see how tight he held the steering wheel, how his lips were set in a straight line and how he was so focused on looking straight ahead. You knew he was hurting but he didn’t want to break. You wanted him to talk about it so bad but you couldn’t force him to. You decided that maybe a little small talk could do the trick.

Maybe it’s much too early in the game  Aah, but I thought I’d ask you just the same What are you doing New Year’s New Year’s Eve?

“So Steve,” you started, pulling on the hem of your shirt, “What are your New Year’s Eve plans?”

“Nothing. I’ll just be at home.” Steve replied.

“What? You can’t just stay at home for the New Year!” You were looking at him now. “It’s boring! You should be out partying!”

“That’s a lot coming from someone who rarely goes to parties.” He smiled lightly, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight When it’s exactly twelve o'clock that night

“You know me. I just don’t like the smell of sweat and alcohol.” You put your tongue out at him in a childish manner. “Tina’s hosting another party tomorrow. I heard it’s her big Year Ender party. You should go. Have some fun, Steve!” He stiffened at the mention of ‘Tina’ and he sat up straight.

“Listen Y/N,” he licked his lips and continued, “I know about Tina’s party tomorrow. Everyone’s been bugging me about it—the basketball team… Hell, even Hargrove’s been on my back about it, wanting to challenge me to another keg fight or something.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “And now you want me to go there too.”

“Listen, Steve, I—”

“I don’t want to go okay?” He cut you off. “I just… I don’t know… The last party I went to was bullshit. Just… let it go, okay?” He looked at you briefly, before averting his gaze back on the road.

The rest of the trip was quiet. So many thoughts ran through your head. Steve shouldn’t be alone on New Year’s Eve. Nobody should ever be alone on New Year’s Eve. It’s a symbol of new beginnings. With all that happened the past few months, you all deserved a fresh new start and that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.

The car stopped in front of your house. The porch light was on, but the rest of the house was dark. You turned to look at Steve who was still looking straight down the road.

“Look, I’m sorry if I stepped a line back there. But I can’t let my best friend spend New Year’s Eve alone and sulking.”

“I am not sulking.” He countered.

“You definitely are sulking.” You giggled. “So, I have a plan for tomorrow. If you ever decide to stop moping around and spend the last day of the year with your amazing best friend,” you leaned in closer to him, whispering, “that’s me,” he laughed at your antics, “pick me up at 10 PM.”

“What are we gonna do?” He asked.

“Pick me up and you’ll see.” You pushed the door open and stepped out of his car. “Drive safe, Harrington. Thanks for the ride.” You started up the steps of your front yard and to the porch. You opened your front door. Before entering, you looked back at Steve waving at you. You waved back and entered, closing the door behind you.

You let out a breath and got ready for bed.

—

Maybe I’m crazy to suppose I’d ever be the one you chose Out of a thousand invitations You received

December 31st, 9:58 PM

Ever since you woke up this morning, you have been in and out of your house preparing for what you had planned for you and Steve. You bought some groceries, making him and you some sandwiches and buying a pack of soda. You bought some sparklers at Melvald’s and also some flashlights.

Truth be told, you didn’t exactly know how you were gonna execute your plan. You just hated to see Steve so vulnerable and so sad. Even if he doesn’t feel the same way, you just couldn’t bear to see him like that. It was your job as his best friend to cheer him up. You sighed. You didn’t even know if Steve would come pick you up. He might just go to Tina’s party after all. But, he wouldn’t just bail on you, his best friend, right?

You checked your watch and saw that it was already five minutes past ten o’clock. Should you just go to bed? You should maybe just wait for a few more minutes. You were seated by the window, waiting for your best friend to come. The backpack that had all the things you needed was sat on the floor beside you.

Moments later, a familiar set of headlights were approaching. The car parked in front of your house. You jumped and scrambled to the front door, quickly putting on your shoes. Your heart was hammering against your chest. For a moment, you thought that Steve would’ve gone to the party. You squealed inwardly and rushed outside, just as Steve was walking up your yard.

“Good to see you, Steve. C’mon let’s go!” You yanked him back towards his car. When you reached the passenger door, you turned around and saw him still standing in the middle of your yard. “What are you waiting for?”

“Where are we even going, Y/N?” He asked, raising his shoulders in question, with his keys in his hand.

“Oh come on, Steve! Don’t you trust me?”

“Well yeah, but—“

“Bar none. C’mon.” You urged. Steve sighed before smiling to himself and jogging back to his car.

For the remainder of the night, you had tried your best to cheer Steve up.

You both drove around the town, directing him where to turn while eating the sandwiches you made. He complimented them and your heart leaped just a little bit. You told him random stories about how milk had suddenly come up your nose and out one lunchtime; and that time you smacked Mr. Colins’ toupee off his head after rushing to get to your class, or that time you almost set your lab partner on fire. Steve laughed at all of the things you said. These happened during the moments he left you for Tommy H and Carol, that was why he hadn’t heard of any of those happening to you.

“Holy shit Y/N, I knew you were clumsy but I didn’t know you were that clumsy!” Steve wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes. “Can’t believe I missed those moments with you.”

“Nah,” you brushed him off, “Don’t beat yourself up for it. It’s okay.”

The car grew silent as you told Steve to take a right.

“Y/N, where are you taking me?”

“You’ll find out, Harrington.” You flashed him a mischievous smile.

Soon enough, you and Steve found yourselves at the Quarry. You told Steve to stop and park here. No other cars were present so you parked in the middle of the road

“Why are we here again?” Steve asked. He turned the engine off, but the radio still played a low hum in the silence of the night.

11:18 PM

You hopped outside of the car, with your bag of necessities on your shoulder. You stopped in front of the car and pulled out a box of sparklers and a Polaroid camera. Steve was in front of you, with his hands on his hips, looking down at you. 

“C’mon let’s light these babies up.” You waved the box at him. You got a few sticks out and handed them to him. You pulled out a matchbox from your pocket and lit the ones he was holding up.

“There. Now do a pose, and I’ll take a picture of you.” You grabbed your camera and got ready.

“Is this really necessary?” Steve held the two sparklers awkwardly beside him.

“Yes, Steve! It’s been a long time since we’ve taken photos, so just shut up and pose!” You peered through the viewfinder of the camera and waited for Steve. Steve forced a big and awkward smile on his face and you took the shot. “Okay now take my photo.”

This went on for a couple more pictures, you and Steve making weird and funny faces. You even took a few pictures together. You held the pictures out to Steve.

“Here, pick a few. Your copies.” Steve thought for a moment and chose four pictures; one of him, two of you and one with the both of you.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

You smiled at him and pocketed the rest of the pictures. You were now sitting on top of his car hood, looking out over the cliff. The faint sounds of distant fireworks and the radio were the only sounds you could hear; the soft breeze humming along.

“You know,” you sat up straighter, “I used to come here when you left me for your shitty friends.” Steve looked at you, his eyebrows knotted together. “I hated you that time. And I was so frustrated. So, I came here to the quarry and screamed until I was okay again.” Steve was quiet as he looked away.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“Stop apologizing. It’s okay.” You put a hand on his arm and smiled softly. “Why don’t you try it?”

“What?”

“I know you’re hurt about Nancy. And I know you act all tough but I know you, Steve. I’m not your best friend for nothing.” Steve hesitated. He didn’t exactly know what to scream. He doesn’t want to curse out Nancy, god knows he doesn’t. Noticing his lack of response, you bit your lip before cupping your hands around your mouth and screaming,

“HEY! I’M BEST FRIENDS WITH THE KING OF HAWKINS HIGH AGAIN!”

His eyes grew wide at your actions. He stared at you but you continued to smile.

“C’mon Steve!” You took a deep breath and shouted once more, “WOOH!” Your voice echoed out into the air. After a while, you heard Steve take a breath and finally let everything go.

“I LOVED YOU NANCY WHEELER!” You flinched slightly. You didn’t expect that from him. “I LOVED YOU NANCY BUT IT’S OKAY! YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER!”

“YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER TOO STEVE HARRINGTON!” You shouted. Steve look at you abruptly. His chest going up and down, trying to catch his breath. “You do deserve someone better too Steve. I mean, yeah sure Nancy was great but I guess she just didn’t see how much you’d change since loving her. There’s someone who will appreciate that Steve. You just gotta look harder.”

Steve grew silent once again. He thought about what you said because all this time, he had thought he was a shitty boyfriend to Nancy. Maybe he was in a way. But then, maybe he was also good in his own way. Maybe their timing just wasn’t right or maybe him and Nancy just weren’t right for one another.

“Y/N, thank you.” He said quietly. You beamed up at him and punched his shoulder. “Seriously, thank you. For today, for being with me this New Year’s Eve. For putting up with my shit for years.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can take your shit.” You joked. He laughed and nudged your shoulder with his.

11:58PM

You perked up when you heard Ella Fitzgerald start to sing on Steve’s radio. You jumped up from his car hood and put out your hands to him. He gave you a quizzical looked, silently asking what you were up to again.

“Just get up Steve and dance with me!” You egged him on. He slowly took your hand and with force, you pulled him up to stand in front of you. You reached out through the car window to put the volume on full blast. You turned back to Steve and let out a breath.

Slowly, you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and held his hand out with the other one. Instinctively, he put an arm around your waist. You started to slowly sway the two of you, going around in a circle. You felt Steve follow you awkwardly and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Steve, loosen up a little! Remember when I helped you learn how to dance so you can ask Sarah to the dance during 7th grade? ” He laughed at the memory and shook his shoulders loose. He looked down at you, giving you a heart-warming smile that you couldn’t help but blush at. You felt your heart beat loudly against your chest and prayed to the gods that he didn’t feel it. You leaned closer to him and pressed your cheek against his shoulder; he pressed his cheek to your ear. You both continued to sway slowly until the song was done and another came on.

The distant booms of the fireworks were a bit louder now as the clock had already struck twelve. Never moving from the position you were in, you greeted Steve a happy New Year.

“Happy New Year, Y/N.” He whispered and continued to slow dance with you.

You didn’t know if he intended for you to notice but he held you just a tad bit tighter, giving the side of your head a feather-light kiss. You smiled widely and held on to him tighter too.

Aah, but in case I stand one little chance Here comes the jackpot question in advance What are you doing New Year’s New Year’s Eve?

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Posted: December 30, 2017