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starshipsofstarlord · 1 year ago

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Hunter Hookup

Sam and Dean have been on the search for their father ever since he disappeared on a hunt for the yellow eyed demon, and it appears that they are not the only ones looking for him. Dean wants answers, but he gets much more than he bargained for (2.5k)

Warnings - smut MDNI, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff, slight angst, mentions of killing, choking, alcohol consumption

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The Winchesters, there were many things that could be said about them, good and bad. However right now you didn't want to speak about them, not as you downed another glass of whiskey, ignoring the man beside you of whom was persistently trying to get in your pants. Let's just say that wasn't happening, he had no chance, he was some drunk that was no doubt frequently sat in the very stool of the bar that you were occupying right now. He'd be easy prey to any monster, it was quite a shame that you had just killed the werewolf that had been lurking around this specific town.

The slam of the double doors of the entrance slammed open, whisking your attention to the two lean men that strode in, a smirk took point on your face, they certainly didn't look very happy, and you couldn't blame them, surely there had been no monster for them to find as you had already taken it out. "You boys look like you could use a drink." You stated as they prowled closer to you, displeasure written across their faces. "Maybe you should go and buy yourselves one, I'm sure you just came back from a long and gruelling hunt."

Dean disgustedly rolled his eyes at you, clearly not being fast on forgiving you for selfishly saving the lives of the population nearby. "You're hilarious, you know a heads up woulda been nice that you had caught up to it. Instead of letting us run around like headless chickens searching for it and looking like mad men for continuing to work on an already closed investigation." He sat on the stool beside you, hollering the bar tender to bring him a glass of something strong that would no doubt sizzle down the pain in the ass that you were giving him with your presence.

"But it's so fun to watch you two make fools out of yourselves, really puts a new filter on a hunters perspective of the infamous Winchester brothers. I'm sure your pops would be proud wherever he is." Dean growled at you as you stood, slinging your bag over the shoulder of the tattered jacket that you were wearing, though Sam stopped you from leaving as you planned to, caging you in by the bar. A presumptuous squint troubled his eyes as he daringly stared you down, no doubt by the mention of their missing father.

"What do you know y/n?" This was no time for your games nor your teasing, this was a serious matter, and he wouldn't have you poke fun about it. He had left everything behind to search for the one thing he had abandoned when he built his new life up; he owed his last living parent this much, even if he had burdened him with the cruel lifestyle of killing things and following in the steps of the family business that kept all humans constantly in danger, just so that the yellow eyed demon that had killed his and Dean's mother would pay for his monstrous crime.

"I know how to kill a werewolf quicker than the two of you assholes put together, and much... much more. In regards to your father Sammy, more than you again. You see, he put me up to the task of finding him if he ever went missing, so how about you drop back into school and let me abide by the task that John gave me." With yours shoulder you butted past him, though as your silhouette fled, Dean's head had perked up, surprised by the nonsense that had spewed from your lips. It was undefinable if he believed you yet, but it was a clue closer than they were.

"Take my beer." Dean said to his brother as he patted him on the shoulder, streaking past and chasing after you. He knew where his loyalties laid and that was with his father, and if you had more to know then he'd damn well get beneath your skin until you revealed all that you had discovered to him. You wouldn't joke in regards to their father's disappearance, Dean knew your reputation and sure you were a pain in the ass when you bumped into each other, but in concerns of his father he was aware that you had the utmost respect for John, his name was practically royalty in the hunting community.

But that was not why you respected the man, no, it was due to him all those years back saving that orphanage from a hungry ghoul from which you emerged out into the world and began to follow in the same saviour footsteps. He had saved your life and now it was your intention to pay that debt by trying to do the same, your life had been a struggle but it was more of one as a heavy hand repeatedly slammed against your door. It was not hard to conclude who was the proceeder of the disruptive sound, and so you sighed, well aware that it would be near on impossible to shoo the son of the man that the mystery surrounded away.

The chore of opening the door to speak to him was a short one as he barged right into the room that you had paid to reside in for a few days, walking to stand in the middle as you defeatedly closed the door and crossed your arms as you stalked behind him. "What is all this?" Dean's voice strained from shock as he noticed your pin board filled with all sorts of excerpts from papers that had been torn from their original founder and scrawling of mindless of words. "Progress." You said, noticing him running his eye over each sentence on the wall. And it was, a work in one that you still had yet to crack, you simply hoped that Dean wasn't memorising each piece on that board, otherwise the route that it set would get him into trouble.

"Your dad wouldn't want you to chase after him Dean, that's why he set me as a precaution if he didn't come back. And my job would be a lot quicker if you wouldn't start playing with my thumbtacks." You slapped his hand away from the board, unamused by his childish habit to touch everything. He frowned at you, twisting the hand that you had scolded him with in his grip, pushing you back with easy force so that your back was against the wall and he was staring down at you. His forest green eyes were searching for any silent clue that your expression could give him but his forage to do so came up empty, and so he chose to brashly speak to you again.

"Don't lie to me y/n, you're as stumped on his whereabouts as me and Sammy are." Dean suspected aloud, watching as your head coyly cocked to the side. He wasn't wrong but you weren't about to let him know that, otherwise that would give him the upper hand for the first time in all the years you had been acquainted. His neck craned down so that his face was that bit closer to yours and you smirked up at him, even though deep down you felt sorry for the man and his younger sibling, not only for the fact that their father was missing but that the man that was supposed to protect them had dragged them into this life. This cruel and long road that gave no escape except that of a long and excruciating death, which would would end up with the person being sent to the coiling trap of hell.

"Maybe you haven't been searching hard enough Winchester. Who was it that your father had been searching for all along, the demon that had started this entanglement of hunting for him? It's not that difficult to piece the story together Dean, and I'm not sure what I am going to find, hence why he had me be the one to uncover where he is. I understand how frustrating this must be for you, I really do, but I don't know what I'm going to find, so if you want to release all of that stress you're feeling go out and hunt some monsters, just like you've been trained to do." You attempted to push Dean back by the chest with your one free hand, however that didn't suffice enough as an escape, you could have tried harder however Dean only brought his body closer against yours.

"I've got something else in mind y/n/n, and I think you'll like what I'm thinking..." in response you huffed, only for him to trace his rough and scarred fingertips across your collarbones, sketching along your skin until he choked a delicate hold around your fragile dove like neck. A sonically pleasing whimper dribbled out from your blushing lips causing a smirk to balance out across Dean's sultry face; he had achieved dominance against you within your own rented confinement. He had initially thought it would be of more difficulty to make you fold from his touch, but alas he was happily surprised you willingly coiled beneath his shadow like a good little girl.

"Oh yeah? I wasn't aware you had the ability to think Winchester, you've always been a little slow with your thoughts." Perhaps he had thought that you were going to be obedient too soon, as it seemed you were biting back and tantalising and truthfully he preferred this side of you. It was very on brand for your character, and the clash of your contrasting domineering would only bring more fun to this enclosed interaction. Dean pressed down with his skilful fingers on your throat, cutting your supply of oxygen off at its point of air travel. You rather liked how he had a grip on you, it was long overdue to have fallen into the hands of the infamous Dean Winchester, to be another woman in his bed.

Except to him you were different, you had more than one thing that he wanted. Answers was the primary thing that he wanted, however in the moment the answers to what seemed to have slipped from his mind as he helped you shoulder off the stained blouse that you had trekked after your earlier hunt in. Beneath the material it was an expanse of soft skin that felt like heaven underneath his fingertips, he wanted to trace every scar that adorned your tired flesh, he wanted to kiss every stretch mark in sight.

And he got prepared to do just that by aiding you in climbing out of your clothes as you assisted him with his own, until you were both naked in your own forms, hungrily moulding your lips together like malleable greek statues. He was above you, panting into your mouth as he stretched your walls out with his fingers, it began with one digit slipping past your folds, and then two, until finally there were three fully sheathed inside of you. He worked them at an impatient pace, he couldn't wait to stuff you with his cock and have you clawing like an animal at his bare back.

When he removed his fingers he placed them in his mouth and hummed at the taste. "You taste like the sweetest cherry pie I've ever eaten." His lips slithered along your neck as he rutted his lower half against your own, coating his cock in your flowing wetness, groaning at the friction. A small whimper surpassed your lips until something passed within you; you weren't going to submit to him, no matter how much your body begged for you to. He would hold it against you until your breaths were up and you were burned on a ceremonial pyre.

"Well we don't have time for you to eat anything Winchester, there's a hunt ongoing and I'd much rather get back to that." You retorted at the infamous executioner of monsters, taking him by surprise as you hooked your leg around his own and flipped him over so that he was laying on his back, and you were seated atop of him. "I'm sure Sammy is wondering where his big brother is, maybe we should just stop here..." you teased him, smirking as his green eyes only grew significantly darker.

"It's a bit late for that baby girl, considering your already sat naked, it would be such a shame to waste this situation. God knows I've been waiting to fuck you from the first time I laid my eyes on your pretty little frame." His hands rested on your hips, helping you line yourself up with his cock, the back of his head sinking into the pillows beneath when your pussy engulfed his length. "Fuuuuuccckkkk." Dean moaned, his mouth falling open as you sank down on him until you were filled with his thick cock.

"For the first time I'd say your weight Dean, it would have been a shame not have you inside of me." You gasped lightly, adjusting for a moment until you began to ride him, hands placed firmly on his chest to support your movements. It felt amazing to be in control of a man that was so well known for having any woman at his mercy, your neck lowered once more as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, before entangling your tongues in an ever losing battle.

You kept moving, and kept moving until a feeling of euphoria grew within your abdomen. Your vision became momentarily blurry as you spoke the hunter's name again and again, coming close to the edge, and you fell over it when Dean finally moved one of his hands, and began to rub at your clit, causing your orgasm to rattle your entire body. He too was close and that spurred him enough to take matters into his own hands as you lulled in your orgasmic bliss, throwing his hips up as he fucked you from underneath, until he was done and emptied his seed within your walls.

He panted, with you laying atop of him and your head upon his chest softly listening to his heartbeat, his slowly softening cock still inside of you. It was a surreal moment, you both knew that your bodies would one day ignite in a dance of passion and pent up frustration, and it had all been worth it. "I hope you find your dad Dean. I'm not going to stop looking but I know you aren't either, and it's not my place to get in the way of that. I... I hope our paths cross again soon."

You whispered sleepily and dazed as you stared away from his face, still using his chest as a cushion. Everything inside of you taunted your mind for letting any inkling of feelings slip through your lips, however it was all soothed when Dean stroked his fingers through your hair, coaxing you into an even more tired and relaxed state. "Oh, I'll definitely be seeing you soon sweetheart. How does the morning sound?" He enquired, hoping to continue the hunt for his father together.

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mithrilhearts · 2 years ago

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BODYGUARD AU ↳ GOLDEN HEARTS BLEED FASTER

Summary: Bilbo Baggins, Prince of the Shire, has been left with a kingdom on his back and a ring in his hand after the unexpected death of his parents. Bodyguard Thorin Oakenshield has been brought in to see to the prince’s safety, and do a little investigating of his own on the matter in hopes of coming face to face with the one who turned his mountain, and his life, upside down a few years prior.

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How many times now had Bilbo warded off the waves of sympathies and condolences? It was all the same from each person, just a different face and voice conveying the genuinely kind words. He didn’t want to hear it anymore.

While his eyes had remained dry and his emotions in check, the day surrounding him had been anything but. The outside drizzle and gloomy clouds had set a damn near perfect tone for a funeral, and yet Bilbo never once seemed to fit the backdrop, aside from maybe his attire. The dark fitting garb that was quickly being shed at this exact moment once the funeral had come to a close, and he was escorted back to the palace entryway.

“I’m fine,” Bilbo protested once more, and this time with more force to his voice than he liked. “You don’t need to worry about me, I can take care of myself. I don’t see why everyone is making such a fuss about all of this.” Gandalf wasn’t the first person nipping at his heels in regard to his safety, or his behavior, but he was the one who had stuck around the longest.

“Belladonna and Bungo Baggins’ death is nothing to take lightly, Bilbo,” Gandalf chided, his brows furrowing and the lines on his face seeming extra deep with his displeasure. “You will do well to remember that.”

“I’m not making light, but I’m also not going to obsess over something that’s not there. It was ruled an accident, and that’s what I choose to believe,” Bilbo huffed while sliding out of his suit jacket and shaking off the rain water. He knew Gandalf meant well, after all, he had been one of the closest friends this family had. Naturally he would keep an eye out for the head of the Baggins household, and next in line for the throne. “Everything will be fine. If…a little quiet.”

“Insist all you like, but I am still under the impression that you need someone to watch over you–” holding up a hand to silence the younger man before he ever protested again, Gandalf cleared his throat and began to backpedal towards the doorway. “I’ve already taken the liberty of making some arrangements. Your parents wanted me to look out for you, and I can’t be here every waking moment to ensure you don’t do something silly.”

Watching with disinterest as Gandalf waved his hand to beckon someone forward, Bilbo quirked a brow and folded his arms, tapping his foot in annoyance. “So what, you hired me a babysitter? I’m an adult, and besides, this place already has security out the ass. What’s so special about–” The words clogged Bilbo’s throat, and his jaw snapped firmly shut as a suit-clad man with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen stepped in. There wasn’t an ounce of emotion on his face as he stood next to Gandalf with his hands behind his back. Bilbo just took a moment to let it all soak in as his own stance seemed to relax.

“Humor an old man, Bilbo, and let him watch over you for a time. I would be beside myself if something happened to you,” Gandalf pleaded with a pained smile gracing his lips, stepping aside to usher Bilbo forward–not that the young prince needed any direction.

“I mean, what’s the harm?” Bilbo shrugged as he had stepped forward, leaning on his toes before beginning to slowly circle the taller man whose eyes had locked onto him at some point. “If only to humor an old man, of course.” Letting his eyes rove over that suit and every inch the seams hugged, there was something delightfully delicious in this arrangement Gandalf was making, wasn’t there? “So, this is my bodyguard, then?”

“Far better than a glorified babysitter, I assure you.”

Humming and nodding in agreement with Gandalf’s words, Bilbo finally came to a halt in front of Mister Blue-Eyes, tilting his head and tapping at the side of his chin in thought with one more drop of his gaze as a smirk crawled across his lips. “I like what I see.” Meeting those blue eyes, there was something undeniably furious within them, just as there was a soft dusting of rose across the other’s cheekbones. It didn’t negate the danger in those blues, and Bilbo had an itch to play with a little fire today.

Okay, maybe Gandalf’s worries about silly behavior weren’t completely unwarranted.

Gandalf chuckled, bringing no attention to Bilbo’s current behavior in ogling his newfound source of safety. “He is experienced in this line of work, and can probably teach you a thing or two about what to expect once you’re crowned.”

“And does he have a name? Or speak, for that matter? Or is this one of those ‘pretend he’s not there’ cases, much like a shadow?” Reaching a hand up to straighten out the other’s tie, a hand quickly grasped at Bilbo’s wrist, and tightly. “I have a feeling you bite.”

“Thorin,” came the hissed word from between the teeth of one Thorin Oakenshield as he shoved Bilbo’s hand away. “And it’ll be in your best interest to keep your hands to yourself, Mister Baggins.”

“Not very polite, is he?” Bilbo snorted, rubbing at his wrist and taking a step back to give this Thorin some space. “You can take it easy, Killer, I’m just teasing you.”

“I’m sure you’ll find him suitable company, don’t worry.” Gandalf’s eyes locked with Thorin’s with a bit of a plea in them, and much to his relief, Thorin’s shoulders relaxed a little. “Mister Oakenshield here is your protection, and I advise you treat him as such.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t set me up with a deadbeat plaything, after all.” Bowing his head slightly, and putting on a little more decorum, Bilbo simply smiled, pushing up the glasses on his nose once he rose back. “I look forward to getting to know you, Mister Oakenshield. Would you like a tour of the place?”

“Not really–”

“Give us a moment, Bilbo, and then I’m sure Thorin would love the tour.” Grinning, Gandalf gave the universal shoo motion towards the prince in the room, who reluctantly shoved his hands in his pockets and began to drift to the farthest side of the entryway.

“You can’t honestly expect me to deal with this, Gandalf?” Thorin hissed under his breath, finally moving from his once stationary position to keep the conversation between him and the one who had brought him here. “I will not bend to the likes of him.”

“That–that was not the intent, Thorin, this is strictly business–”

“I meant business!” A more potent shade of red took over Thorin’s cheeks as he dared to cast a glance over his shoulder to the curly haired prince who was twirling some sort of gold band between his fingers aimlessly. “Surely this has to be a mistake?”

“Belladonna and Bungo Baggins’ deaths were no accident, I am sure of it. I fear for him, Thorin, someone went through an awful lot of trouble to put him in this situation. I have theories…and if they are correct, this is one you will want to be a part of,” Gandalf assured lowly, clapping Thorin on the shoulder. “You know as well as I do that precious treasure can make a man do unthinkable things.”

This caused Thorin to pause, his eyes dropping and a falter in his stance as he shifted uncomfortably. The wheels in his head were grinding in agitation, but also in memory of what he himself had witnessed in his years. “Do you truly think he is involved?” The one that Thorin had been after for years now, but never gotten a chance to come face to face with.

“I do. This wouldn’t be the first royal family he’s laid waste to, would it? I owe not only the Baggins family to figure this out, but to yo–”

“Fine. I’ll deal with it, for now,” Thorin interrupted.

“Give it some time, I promise he isn’t nearly as impish once you get to know him. His mother was once a fierce young thing too.” Gazing over at Bilbo and sporting a more cheerful expression, Gandalf gave Thorin’s shoulder a gentle nudge. “You two get acquainted, I am going to step outside for a quick call and will rejoin you later. And Thorin?” Dropping his tone low for the retreating Oakenshield to hear only, Gandalf’s chipper demeanor washed away as quickly as it had come. “Let’s keep the details of this between us for now.”

Nodding in understanding, Thorin braced himself as he stepped up to the young royal–perhaps only a few years his junior–who was waiting for his company in what looked like anticipation. “Mister Baggins.”

“Come, I’ll show you around, and we’ll find you a place to stay for when you don’t have your eyes glued to me at all hours of the day.” A cheeky grin spread across Bilbo’s lips as he nudged his elbow into Thorin’s. “Unless you want to keep your eyes on me at night–” a flash of Thorin’s fierce glare had Bilbo raising his hands in surrender. “Just teasing, remember.” Bilbo’s sing-song voice sounded off teasingly. Or was he? Definitely not. If it kept Thorin from snapping his jaw like a rabid dog in his direction, then Bilbo could insist he was just teasing until his parents crawled out of their respective graves.

This was going to be fun, Bilbo could tell already. Normally he was used to getting his way, what with his status and all as Prince of the Shire, but this suited man seemed unmoved, though not completely unaffected. That was the fun part, witnessing the discomfort and the flushing beneath his scrutiny. But if it helped soothe a few of Gandalf’s frayed nerves in the process as well…what was the harm? It’d been a long time since someone new graced Bag End’s palace walls and given Bilbo something else to focus on.

Something that wasn’t wrapped around the tragedy that was the deaths of his parents and the precious treasure they left behind.

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quaranmine · 6 months ago

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Letters from the Lookout #3 - Losing, Looking, Finding, Losing

(HC Firewatch AU snippets, 1,397 words)

Grian receives an unexpected phone call a month before he's set to start his new job as a fire lookout. CW: death/body but no worse than anything I've done to you in the main story

April 5, 1989

Grian arrives home around 6 PM, feeling worn and ragged at every edge. He closes the apartment door behind him and just leans against it, head tipped back and eyes closed, for a moment. It is quiet, except for the sounds of cars on the street below. He’s exhausted and he has to do it all again tomorrow.

He can’t wait to get out of here. The desire vibrates at the core of his being, extending out to all his limbs. He wants to pace until he wears a line in his living room rug. He wants to pack. He wants to pore over maps and make plans.

He doesn’t want to go to work. Not tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after. He’s so sick of it that the very idea turns his stomach. He hates the job, he hates his assignments, he hates his coworkers, he hates the commute, and he hates his boss.

But mostly he hates how utterly pointless it all is. He’s itching to leave. He’ll be out of here in just a few weeks, bound for the enigmatic forests of the Shoshone. He starts his new life training as a fire lookout on May 1st. He’s got the tentative job offer in hand and everything! Only his background check is pending, and he knows there’s no dirt to uncover there.

And he can’t hand in his resignation now, because he’s got to at least receive one more stupid paycheck. It’s such a shame he has to eat to live. He’d skip that part if he could.

Then suddenly the moment passes. Life goes on. He leans down and quickly unties his shoes. He casts them aside at the door with only the barest consideration that they don’t become a tripping hazard later. He sets his bag on the coffee table, careful to not crush the papers that litter the table underneath it.

He turns to the kitchen. He doesn’t want to cook, and he isn’t hungry right now, so he’ll probably just make himself a sandwich later tonight. He steps toward the kitchen to go wash his hands, but he notices something else that arrests his progress first.

There’s a light at the answering machine, meaning someone called him while he was at work. Few people other than telemarketers call him these days. Nor do they all know to leave a message. He sighs, lifts the phone to his ear, and presses play on the tape.

He freezes when the man on the other end starts talking.

“Hello, this is Walter Holt from the Shoshone National Forest Supervisor’s Office,” the man says. He continues, “I’m calling to give you a brief update about your friend’s case. I informed his family as well today.”

Grian subconsciously leans forward, into the words.

It can’t be good news. After a while, you get the sense for this kind of thing. A hundred little things might be off, from facial expression to body language. But now, over the phone, it’s simply tone.

“We received a report yesterday from a person who was scouting land for a mining claim around Forest Road 448. They thought they had found human remains. Our rangers were able to verify this report this morning.”

Grian closes his eyes as the room spins out from underneath him.

“I’m calling to let you know that this is something we are investigating in connection with your friend’s case. As you know, his vehicle was found at the Cloud Lake Trailhead off of road 448 and he was last seen in the area. We have not made a positive ID yet on the body. I will call to inform you of the results. If you have questions, please call me back at…”

There’s another message that has been left for him. He hits play on that one too, without even thinking about it. Desperation creeps over him.

Maybe it’ll be good news. Maybe they’ve called back to say actually, sorry, we made a mistake! Maybe it was all in a day’s work, solved and debunked before Grian even returned home from his job.

It’s not—but it isn’t bad news, either. It’s just more of the same. Mumbo’s mum called to tell him about the same thing. She’s always been good about that after a few key incidents where the Forest Service seemingly intentionally left Grian off the contact list. (He’s not family and some people only apparently want to contact the family.)

She sounds like she’s been crying again. He’ll have to call her back in the morning when the waking hours of their time zones line up. If he calls her now he’ll wake her up. Well, it’s more likely he wouldn’t wake her up at all right now, even in the middle of the night. He knows she barely sleeps. But he politely pretends to accept the lie that she is coping better than she actually is. God knows he’s the same.

Grian sets down the receiver with a tightly controlled movement.

Then he buries his face in his hands and tries not to hyperventilate.

This isn’t real. It can’t be. He can’t let it be. His best friend, actually dead. Gone. Never coming home.

And he’s, what—hearing about this from a phone call?

This can’t be a real thing that’s happening to him. Mumbo always pulls through. Mumbo is always there for Grian. Why wasn’t Grian there for him? Why did this happen?

He should have been there. He should have gone with Mumbo. He should have reported him missing the very second Mumbo was late to check-in, and not given him a few hours’ grace period. He shouldn’t have agreed to let the search crew suspend their efforts after three weeks; he should have pushed them, he should have fought them, he should have thrown a fit and gotten Mumbo found. He should have quit his job. He should’ve stayed in Wyoming all summer instead of coming back to Denver when the official search was over. What did he think he was going to accomplish by going there now, one year later?

He should have done everything differently. Maybe if he did, he would have his best friend standing in the kitchen next to him right now.

The only option is that it simply isn’t real. And if it isn’t real, then he can’t stop all of his efforts just because of a phone call.

They don’t know it’s Mumbo. The man on the phone told him there wasn’t an ID on the body yet, which means it could be anyone. It might not be him.

But if it isn’t Mumbo…then that means he’s still out there. Alone. Cold. Starving.

Grian feels no relief at the idea that Mumbo might still be out there. Nor does he feel any relief at the idea this person who’s been found might be him. This is it, all the time. There’s no good option. Every single option that exists is just endless, wrenching, agony.

If Mumbo is dead, then everything is just unthinkable. If he’s alive, then he’s probably suffering. Grian just wants the limbo to end so he doesn’t have to be here, thinking about it, but—not like this. Not like this. Not with a phone call and an unidentified body.

In just a moment, a flicker of anger passes through his mind. He grabs the nearest thing he can see on the counter—a napkin holder—then turns and throws it into the floor as hard as he can. It bounces once, and breaks. He stares at it for a moment, and then whirls around and kicks the kitchen chair as hard as he can. It clatters to the ground. He pants.

“Why me?” he says out loud to an empty room.

A few days later, he receives another phone call from the Forest Service. It wasn’t Mumbo, they tell him. The forensics team dated the remains to be far too old to be Mumbo’s, they say. They still don’t know who it is. The bones had been out there for years. Mumbo has only been missing for nine months.

Grian doesn’t breathe a sigh of relief. He already knew it wasn’t going to be true. He just practices packing his backpack, and counts down the days until he leaves this city behind to find Mumbo for real.

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year ago

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( ✉︎ ) SHORTCUTS TO MY MULTI-CHAP FICS!

This masterlist has got all my series in one spot. I put it together because my pinned post was getting way too long, so now it's easier for you to find and enjoy everything hassle-free. And of course all series can be find in the characters respective masterlists as well!

[✦] MLISTS . LIBRARY

ego & black powder: pero tovar x prisonguard!reader

ongoing series, loose-fit fic

A prison guard shouldn’t be infatuated with a prisoner. Simple as that. But this new prisoner who you didn’t know the name of, made this rule very difficult to follow.

million dollar man: jack daniels x reader x frankie morales

ongoing series

Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go to San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.

we fall like snow: dieter bravo x bodyguard!ofc!amina addams

completed

After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

advanced politics of human sexuality: javi g x ofc!mia pradera

ongoing series

Still struggling to come to terms with his father’s recent passing, burdened by the weight of the business he left behind, Javi feels adrift. Meanwhile, years later, an unexpected twist of fate brings you back into Javi’s life again—the daughter of his favorite housekeeper. Uncertain about your future and what to do with it, you find yourself at a crossroads, while Javi wrestles with the irresistible pull he feels towards you.

i've got you darlin': moonknight x reader x din djarin

ongoing series

you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

watercolor eyes: sw!santiago garcia x reader

loose-fit fic, ongoing

After another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.

musician!joel miller masterlist

loose-fit fic, complete

One night you decide to visit a bar all by yourself. There you meet a guitarist, Joel miller, and things escalate from there. Here you'll find snippets and one-shots of the relationship.

exile: joel miller x ofc!june

Completed

Runners. Stalkers. Clickers. Shamblers. Bloaters. Domestics. All infected. One unlike the other. You expect the infection to eat you from the inside out, turning you into something horrid. But instead, you find yourself with leaf-shaped ears and antlers that belong to a deer. While you live out the rest of your days trying to adjust to your new features and survive, you meet Joel, a survivor just like you but with a more grim approach to life. Both of you adopt the forest as your home. One wants the other gone, meanwhile the other will do anything to not be left alone.

stay in bed: joel miller x reader, one sided tommy miller x reader

Ongoing series

After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

Infections Of a Different Kind (TLOU AU): FEDRA javier p. x firefly!reader

Completed

Javier, a former member of the Federal Disaster Response Agency in Kansas City, is haunted by the guilt and violence he indirectly caused by not taking action when he should have. After fleeing Kansas City in the aftermath of Kathleen's violent overthrow of FEDRA, you and Javier seek refuge in an abandoned train in the middle of a forest. As you and Javier turn the train into a living space and learn to navigate the dangers of a post-apocalyptic world, you gradually overcome your differences and form an unlikely bond. But when your pasts catch up with you, you must confront the demons that haunt you and make a choice that could mean the difference between life and death. Will you choose to protect each other and find a way to build a new life together, or will the ghosts of your pasts tear you apart?

dark hearted people: joel miller x reader x ezra

Ongoing series

Trying to reach Tommy, you and Joel meet a charming stranger. He persuades the two of you into helping him find his stolen equipment. During your travels, none of you expect to fall for one another.

behind the velvet rope: joel miller x actress!reader x dieter bravo

loose-fit fic, Completed

a grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they’ll always have each other to lean on.

move me | the stripper saga: stripper!jack daniels x f!reader

Completed

frustrated by your everyday life, you seek solace at a male strip club. It's your first time and you're instantly mesmerized by the one that calls himself "whiskey".

ravish masterlist: joel miller x webcam model!reader

loose-fit fic, Completed

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

GLOSSARY

loose-fit fic: A fan fiction style characterized by a series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.

loose-fit fic, complete: A series that is complete but might produce new chapters typically driven by audience demand or interest.

loose-fit fic, ongoing: A series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.

#masterlist #multichapter #series masterlist

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themadknightuniverse · 1 year ago

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Burn : Lacho One Shot

Summary: What if instead of doing his crazy jump over a roof, Nacho helped Lalo when he hurt himself in El Mich's kitchen so he could gain his trust. Maybe it piques Lalo's interest a bit more than Nacho initially intended.

Warnings : wounds, implied/referenced child abuse Word counts: 1,6 k

READ IT ON AO3

Nacho was bored. It's collection day, again, because his life is just that repetitive these days. Everything has been calm, music aside. Lalo arrived in town two months ago, and Nacho had yet to find a way to get more information out of him. If he didn't, he was pretty sure Fring would pressure him more sooner or later. And Nacho preferred to avoid that possibility.

Working under Lalo's lead was different. Things were definitely more boring when it came to collection days than with Hector and Tuco. Nacho expected Lalo to take the same role as the two other members of his family, but instead he let Domingo in charge of the counting, and Nacho was still the silent presence behind. It should have been just Nacho and Lalo, but apparently the man preferred to watch them both deal with the business and eventual problems. The couple of times a dealer happened to be a problem, Lalo had stayed at his own chosen table, feet propped up on it like he often did, hands intertwined behind his head, a stupid grin on his face while Nacho broke two of the man's finger and completed the whole picture with a black eye.

A hiss tore Nacho from the contemplation of his annoying existence. That was unusual. He turned on his chair, trying to catch what had happened in the kitchen from where he sat. A curse in Spanish followed soon after, accompanied with something clattering. A quick look back at Domingo, a silent order to keep doing his job while Nacho went to investigate.

When Nacho arrived in the kitchen, he found Lalo with his hand under the faucet. He was standing there pretty immobile, hips leaning against the sink, somewhat impassible.

“Everything's okay?”

Lalo's attention turned to him, eyebrows up, seeming somewhat surprised to find him there. But it soon morphed into an easy smile.

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing. Just a little burn."

And then Lalo was looking back at his hand, almost looking bored while water ran over his damaged skin. Nacho got an idea. He hesitated. This could be his chance. He looked back over at Domingo, another dealer was entering the restaurant. He would do just fine. As he stepped closer, Lalo's attention switched back to him. Now near enough to see his hand, Nacho's eyes widened a bit. That wasn't just a little burn. That was a second degree burn at least. It covered a good half of the back of his hand. Nacho didn't know how the man could just stand there, so tranquil, with a burn like this. It wasn't the first time Nacho wondered if Lalo had the capacity to feel pain at all. Well this was another proof that his tolerance was ridiculously high, or that he felt nothing.

"You can't just pour water on that."

Nacho looked up at Lalo who was already staring at him, and there was his little smile again, amused.

"It'll be just fine. Not the first time I got one of those."

Nacho frowned. Did anyone taught that man how to take care of a burn? It made Nacho question the way the Salamancas were raised once more. He really thought that maybe this could be turned into his advantage now.

"Wait. We got something for that back there I think."

Nacho disappeared in the back of the kitchen, entering the fridge room, and looked for the small box he knew was stocked back here. He found it on top of one of the shelves. He came back into the kitchen with it, opening the cardboard box to slide the tube out of it. He had seen the cook use it a few times during his time here under Hector and Tuco's lead. He grabbed a case from the lower shelves in the corner of the kitchen and left everything on a counter near the sink. He grabbed a clean dish towel and turned to Lalo.

"Gimme your hand."

Lalo wasn't smiling anymore. He just looked at the dish towel, then Nacho's face, back to the dish towel. He huffed a laugh.

"You wanna play doctor or something, Varga?"

Nacho looked right back at him, frowning still, determined not to let the man make him back down.

"Your wound needs to be treated. You can't just walk around with that."

Lalo's lips pulled into an amused smirk. He seemed to ponder the question for a moment, and decided to see where it would lead them. He removed his left hand from under the water, and extended it to Nacho. Nacho hit the faucet to turn it off. He carefully padded the dish towel on Lalo's skin, his fingers, his wrist, and finally the wound. He grabbed his wrist through the towel then, and pulled him to the side, placing him next to the supplies he brought. Lalo leaned back against the furniture, resting his hand on the towel now on the surface.

Nacho could feel Lalo's eyes on him as he started to work. He made sure the wound was dry, the angry red skin looking so painful it made it hard for Nacho not to feel pain too. Lalo was still his impassible self. He used the tube of cold cream, padding the white cream in a generous layer over the wound.

"Oh that feels nice."

Nacho perked up at Lalo. No doubt the cold cream would help ease the burning sensation. Maybe Lalo could feel pain after all. He just didn't show it at all. He still had that stupid smile on tho.

"You never took care of burns like this?" Nacho asked as he wiped his finger on a corner of the towel before reaching for a pack of gauze.

"Naaah." Lalo answered, shaking his head a little, looking around the room as he shifted on his feet. "Just kept it clean and dry. Wait for it to heal."

When he looked back at Lalo, humor had vanished from his face.

Nacho winced. "Well, that's terrible." He placed the gauze carefully over the cream.

It was a wonder he couldn't see any other old scars on Lalo's hand. Well there sure was some scars, but all seemed to be from cuts.

"It healed just fine." Lalo shrugged. "That's some premium service you're giving me here." Aaand the amused eyes and smirk were back.

Nacho rolled his eyes.

He took the bandage next, before reaching for Lalo's wrist, skin on skin contact this time, guiding it until it was right before him. Nacho's fingers were by no mean cold, but Lalo still felt hot under his fingers. Nacho briefly wondered if the man's skin felt just as hot everywhere else. He closed his eyes for a long second, pushing the intrusive thought away.

He carefully wrapped the bandage around Lalo's hand, first around his palm a few times, then around his wrist, and back to his palm, and so on, applying himself to be regular and make it comfortable but tight enough. He tried not to think too much at how close Lalo's fingers were from his stomach, especially when they grazed accidentally against the fabric of his shirt. He reached for Lalo's wrist again to turn his palm up, holding the end of the bandage against the inside of his wrist. Not the best area to tie it but that would have to do.

Nacho took a first bandage clip and used it to fix the bandage in place. That's when his eyes caught sight of other burn marks. Old. barely noticeable. Round shapes far up Lalo's inner forearm. Cigar burns. His mind went straight back to the image of Hector smoking cigars. Nacho eyes narrowed, brows pulling together. A brief look up at Lalo, all he found was a blank expression. Dark eyes scrutinizing him, almost... curious? Lalo had noticed that he noticed. He quickly looked away and grabbed the second clip.

"Here. You're all good."

Nacho let go of Lalo's bandaged wrist, stepping back. He reached for the tube left on the counter.

"You should take the cream back with–"

Lalo's hand was around his own wrist all of a sudden, strong hold keeping him near. Nacho's eyes darted up at Lalo's, a shot of adrenaline running up his body at the unexpected move. Lalo wasn't leaning against the furniture anymore, he had stepped closer too. Nacho never stood this close to him. Even when Lalo offered food to him the day they met. He blinked up at Lalo, loosing his cool and composed face under the intensity of the taller 's man stare. Did he looked at his scars too long? Wasn't he supposed to see them? Lalo was wearing his sleeves rolled up pretty often, surely he didn't care. Right? But maybe he decided he looked for too long or–

"Good idea." Lalo smiled, his bandaged hand reaching up to take the tube from Nacho's fingers. "It does feel real nice."

There was something about the way Lalo said it. About the way he leaned closer. It made Nacho's heartbeat accelerate.

"Since I know nothing about taking care of a burn, I shall listen to my personal nurse's recommendation."

Nacho's cheeks warmed up so suddenly he almost could feel his skin prickle, brows furrowing furiously at the large smile Lalo displayed. Nacho freed himself from his grip, finally stepping back.

"I'm nobody's nurse." Nacho muttered, putting the items he used back inside the emergency box without much care.

Lalo's hand landed on his shoulder, and Nacho barely contained a jolt. His hands stilled in their task when Lalo's voice came again, right by his ear, full of something Nacho struggled to identify, but it made a shiver run all the way down his back.

"Gracias, Nachito."

And then Lalo was gone from his space, back to his cooking, singing along a song Nacho knew he liked. Nachito. Well, that was new.

#thank you Lila for the word 'burn' leading to all this 💕#that was a fun thing to write!#them being idiots 💕#lacho #lacho fanfic #bcs #my art #text post

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shipcestuous · 1 year ago

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(submission)

Thought I leave these M/M incest book recommendations here.

Quillon’s Covert by Joseph Lance Tonlet & Louis Stevens

Martin is a guy’s guy, one who enjoys the simple things in life: baseball games with his son, family days, barbecues, and date nights with his lovely wife.Once a year for two weeks, Martin takes his son, Marty, to Quillon’s Covert, a rustic family cabin secluded in the beautiful California mountains. Since before those long days of learning to play ball, Marty has loved his dad, but as Marty matures, Martin starts to see something else settle in his son’s uncertain gaze. What’s there lingers a little more than it should, and it seems far more appraising than it once was.As Marty shows every sign of taking the lead, Martin is faced with the tough choices most parents never see: lose his son by being a father, or try to balance what’s best for their relationship by being something… more.But with another trip to Quillon’s Covert on the horizon, has the point of no return already begun?

Shame by Gianni X

He’s a famous football star used to getting what he wants. And what Eric wants is his father standing in the crowd at his games chanting his name. Not just because he’s Eric’s father but also his lover. It would be their own dirty little secret.

Eric grew up with a single-parent father who worked his ass off to give Eric the life he never had. Father and son were close until Eric did the unthinkable. Now ten years later, drunk on fame and used to getting his way, Eric has gone back to where it all started. One night. Money exchanged. Secrets revealed. Shame settled. Shame is a novella of a broken bond between a father and son and the repairs needed to bring them back together.

Let your Heart Decide By Lily G Blunt

New house, new job. A new start with his brother….Two out of three isn’t bad, right?Rhys returns to his hometown and must face the brother he’s been avoiding for two years. In his heart, Rhys still hopes to recapture the bond they once shared.Jake willingly offers him the hand of friendship, but Rhys is reluctant to confront their past, fearing it will only rip them apart again.When Rhys sees ghostly figures in the grounds of a local historic house, it leads him to investigate their shocking past—and to face his heart’s true desire.

His Brother’s Brat by T.M Chris

Simon hasn’t seen his nephew, Kael, in ten years, but when Kael needs a place to live and someone to take him in hand, Simon steps up. He’s determined to teach Kael how to be a responsible adult and an out gay man, but Kael’s looking for more hands-on lessons. He’s always worshipped his uncle. Maybe a little too much.

Never Mind the Genetics by Mel Thorn

Since breaking up with his high school girlfriend seventeen years ago, Kevin had no idea that he had left something precious behind with her. Now at age thirty-five, his success has brought him everything in life that he might need– all except companionship.Since his birth seventeen years ago, Andrew and his mother haven’t had a very peaceful relationship. Born into a family that couldn’t afford him, and haunted him with threats of violence, he hoped and wished for a better life– a life with the father he had never met.After years of bickering and bitterness, Andrew’s mother takes him not only to meet, but live with his long, lost parent. What Andrew expects is a cold shoulder, but what he gets instead is a warm welcome.Kevin’s gentle demeanor and sweet words are all it takes for Andrew to understand the true meaning of what it is to be loved, but something else– something bright and unexpected– blossoms from their growing friendship: a very different kind of love.

Brother by Marina Vivancos

Nathan had always loved his twin brother. How could he not? They had been inseparable since before birth. They’d shaped each other. Were each other’s homes.But even love, Nathan knew, could go too far. Too deep. So he had tried to keep his distance—had gone to a different college, tried to make a life without his brother.Now that they’re both back home for summer, though, Nathan doesn’t know how to escape the way he feels…or the way his brother might feel in return.

Sinfully Mine by Nicky James

Four years ago, mistakes were made, lines were crossed, rules were broken.It was wrong, and it never should have happened.But, the past refuses to stay buried, wrongs start feeling right, and lines begin to blur.Sometimes, the heart wants what the heart wants, and nothing will stand in its way.Consequences be damned. Rules be damned.Sometimes, secrets are sinfully delicious.

Blood Bound by Odessa Hywell

Marcus Malnar—head asshole of the Malnar Family—has spent a lifetime stepping over the bloody remains of his enemies. Fulfilling his purpose is the only thing that matters; nothing can stand between him and his goals. Except his nephew.Despite what everyone says, Holden Malnar isn’t spoiled. If you ask him. He’s a pint-sized bundle of insanity with a pain kink, barely held together by a straitjacket, and he owes everything to his uncle. There’s no limit to what he’s willing to do for the man. No. Limit.Loyalty means everything. Betrayal is a bitter pill to swallow. When Marcus and Holden have to rely on one another to weed out the traitor attempting to destroy their Family, there is no fighting the inevitable.

My Brother’s Love by Chara Croft

I’ve been good. I’ve stayed away. But now I have no choice but to go back home… and God help me, once I do, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make myself walk away from him again.JONAH: From the moment my parents first laid my baby brother in my arms, I was smitten. Caleb and I were inseparable all the way up until I left for college, and for the first couple of years I was away, I lived for the breaks when I could go home and see him again. But last year, everything changed. We got too close, and it was all my fault.I’ve always taken care of him, protected him, but now the only way I know how to do that is to stay away… because the one I have to protect him from is myself.I tried to be good. I always followed his lead. But last year, I got too needy. I got greedy. I asked for too much… and it pushed him away.CALEB: When my parents tell me they don’t trust me to stay home alone for the holidays, I’m not sure what they think I’ll get up to, but I’m not that surprised. After all, it’s not like they really know me. A point they only prove when they tell me that my big brother is finally coming home and that he’ll be in charge, and they say it sternly, like they actually think I might argue.They don’t realize that it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Both to see Jonah again, and yes–God yes–to have him be in charge. I’ll be so good this time. I promise. Because I don’t think I can stand it if he leaves me again.

#yay i love being able to add to the canon masterlists #you've singlehandedly doubled m/m book recs #asks #anonymous #submission #list #list: canon #r: fs #r: brothers #r: nu #tw: incest #list: books #list: fs #list: brothers #list: un #new canon #first post #noiv #nr

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were-michael · 1 year ago

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Uncle

Henry Emily stared at his old friend's home. The Afton household looked dull, cold, reflecting the tragedy that befell the residents that once lived inside.

Police tape flowed gently in the light breeze. They had abandoned the investigation. Why? Henry was still fighting for that answer

The man found the door to the home unlocked, revealing the abandoned family home. Everything had been left. Like nothing had been touched.

Maybe something here could give some closure to what happened to his friend, his family and maybe even Henry's own daughter. He hated the thought but all signs pointed to William being the killer.

Henry rummaged through old cupboards, bedrooms and filing cabinets

Nothing.

That left the basement. Michael had told him William vanished in there a lot. Evan added to that, stating he heard weird noises at night from the basement

William's workshop.

The man had always claimed to have one but never let Henry see it. It worried Henry but he respected his business partner's privacy

Tense with anxiety, Henry slowly pushed open the door to the basement. The dark staircase greeting him.

The man slowly descended into the basement. He was greeted with a sight that was the complete opposite of the upper half of the house.

The place had been trashed. Paper had been made into a carpet as it sprawled over the cold, blood stained floor.

That was another thing. There was dry blood. Stained over the floor, desk and what looked liked a ruined chair

What had William been doing here?

Henry crouched down to the paper cover floor and picked up one of the loose sheets.

Scribbled notes had been written on it. Rants about something called Remnant and the diner.

It froze Henry to his core. Had the business he and William worked so hard for just a lab experiment?

He rummaged through the desk's drawers finding mainly scrap metal and random tools. An odd mess for such an organised man.

Then his hand hit something. Paper, it felt like. A stack of it. A file.

Henry pulled it out and was greeted with the word "Failed" in bold red pen.

Yet up in the corner it stated RE-001 BR

Some sort of test?

Henry placed it on the table and opened it wide. He read the first page. William was going on some rant about eternal life and how he could discover it.

Then the next page went on about animals and their Remnant, a substance William had apparently discovered. One someone could collect after the death of something living.

Then there was the diary entry

October 25th 1983

I have successfully gained some Remnant.

I harvested the substance from a bear cub that had given its life to my research. I am one step closer to my success thanks to the animal.

Now, to get the subject in place.

Henry's confusion only grew. William killed a cub before all of this and for what? Some substance he believed would make him Immortal.

Afton had always been strange but this was taking it to a new level. Henry's friend, business partner, was insane

He flipped the page.

October 27th 1983

Remnant Experiment 1. Bear Experiment.

Subject was reluctant to help. He's always been like that. Gets it from his father. Stubbornness.

He fought back but I was able to get the Remnant in place. His body accepted it nicely at first, healing anything it could.

Then the change began. He began to shift into a bear-human hybrid. It was interesting to say the least but not the result I wanted.

Do not use animal Remnant again. Michael was bound to be a disappointment anyway.

Michael? William's own son? The man Experimented on his own son?!

Henry could feel his blood boil. Not only had William potentially killed people but he Experimented on his son like he was some form of lab rat.

That's when Henry heard a noise behind him. A clang of metal.

A snarl of an animal was heard after.

The man turned to see a brown bear huddled into the corner. Shredded clothing, leftover food and a blanket lay by its paws.

It looked scared. A chain had been tied around it.

Henry could believe what he was seeing. It was exactly how William described. A Bear-human hybrid.

"Michael?" Henry called out to the creature.

The bear's ear twitched as it cried out.

"Jesus Christ" Henry gasped. "What did he do to you?"

The bear or Michael rather, sniffed the air and cried when he smelt something new. Henry couldn't imagine how long he was down here

"It's ok, Mike. It's me" Henry slowly approached the boy. "It's Henry"

Michael slowly approached and sniffed Henry's hand, crying more when he realised who it was.

"It's ok, Michael. Let's get you out of here" Henry spoke, moving to the chain. Michael carefully watched him as he unwrapped the chain around his leg.

As soon as the chain left, Michael leaned down and began licking his back leg much like how a dog would.

"There we go, Mike" Henry said softly.

Michael then let out a loud yell, making the man jump back.

Horrifyingly, the bear began morphing back into the boy. His bones and body parts cracking and reshaping.

There, laying in front of Henry, was a scared bare Michael Afton.

"Holy shit" Henry gasped. He quickly took off his long coat and wrapped it around the teen.

Michael looked up at Henry, tears staining his eyes.

"It hurts" Michael began. "It hurts so much, Uncle Henry"

His voice was harsh, dry, and painful. He sobbed.

"I just want it to stop" Michael cried. "Why me? Why did he do this to me?"

Henry pulled the teen into his arms and was quick to console him.

"You're ok, Michael. I've got you. You're safe now, ok? Ill take you home and I'll watch over you" Henry spoke. "Is that alright?"

Michael nodded almost instantly.

"Come on then. Let's get you home"

#five nights at freddys #michael afton #werebear #micheal afton #wereafton au #wereafton #henry emily

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hlficlibrary · 1 year ago

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Any fics with mafia / crime boss recs, please?

Hi! Here are a few that fit what you're looking for! I already have a crime fic rec that's been requested in the "Suggestion Box", so that's a longer rec that will eventually be on the blog!

The King of Spades by hazmesentir

Undercover Metropolitan Police officer DC Louis Tomlinson has worked his way up the ranks of a prominent London crime family without raising suspicion, but when he finds himself pitted against a rising crime boss with a police background and a favoured employee by the name of Harry Styles, everything starts to unravel. Finding himself in the middle of an escalating war between two bosses whose bad blood runs deep into a violent past, Louis has to be even more careful where he steps in case his big secret catches up to him – and if it does, he knows he won't survive it.

Not to mention he's falling for someone he can't have – whose earnestness and honesty is a bright spot in a dark world – he can't sleep because his nightmares haunt him and he's in way over his head, but it's just a game, always just a game, and if Louis plays his cards right he might just make it out alive.

last blues for bloody knuckles by creamcoffeelou / @creamcoffeelou

“Hi, love,” A too-familiar voice greeted him from the other side of the door. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips that he brought between two fingers as his eyes raked over Louis. All Louis could do was stare, wide-eyed at the alpha that he’d left behind so many years ago. “Harry?” His voice felt far away, like it wasn’t him that was speaking. On the other side of the door stood the one man he never thought he’d see again, and maybe the only man he never wanted to see again. A few steps behind him stood Liam and someone else he didn’t recognize, with guns tucked into their front pockets. “I need you to come with me.”

Styles was a name everyone knew. It had evolved into something of a fairy tale, a far away problem that normal people didn’t have to deal with. Louis never thought he’d find himself falling in love with him. When he finds himself pregnant with Harry’s child, he knows he has to leave the life, and Harry, behind. For her sake.

He never expected Harry to show back up on his doorstep five years later.

A mob au.

Tied Down by HamPalpert

The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall. For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated.

#ficrec #ask #anon

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josephthesnailshow · 1 year ago

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Sammy's Secret (Sequel to Sammy the Cat)

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Days turned into weeks after the discovery of the disturbing "Sammy the Cat" DVDs. The unsettling events and nightmares continued to haunt my thoughts. I decided to go deeper into the mystery, determined to uncover the truth behind this haunting show.

I have contacted the local police department again to inquire about any updates on their investigation into the second DVD I've reported. They informed me afterward that the man responsible for the show's disturbing content had been identified as Richard Turner, an actor who had struggled with severe mental health issues.

Intrigued and horrified by this disclosure, I decided to visit Richard Turner in prison. I wanted answers. As I entered the cold, dimly lit prison visiting room, I was met with a crooked and untidy man in a prison uniform. It was Richard Turner, the man who had portrayed Sammy the Cat.

He looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and madness. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, despite the gruesome scenes I had witnessed in his show.

"Richard," I began cautiously, "I need to understand what happened with 'Sammy the Cat.' Why did you create such a disturbing show?"

Richard hesitated, his gaze fixed on the table. "It was my descent into madness," he mumbled, his voice trembling. "I was plagued by my demons, and I thought creating this show would somehow help me cope."

"But why the violence? The nightmares it caused?" I said.

Tears welled up in Richard's eyes as he recounted his troubled past. "I lost everything—my career, my family. I became consumed by my own darkness. I thought that by creating something so horrifying, I could share my pain with the world. It was my cry for help, albeit a twisted one."

I left the prison with a heavy heart, struggling to comprehend the depths of Richard's torment. It was a chilling reminder of the power of mental illness and the damaging impact it could have on a person's life.

Still, the mystery surrounding the second DVD remained. Why had it shown a seemingly different side of Richard, one that hinted at remorse and regret?

Determined to find answers, I revisited my great-aunt's estate, sifting through her belongings once more. Hidden among her possessions, she stumbled upon a diary that belonged to her. In it, she chronicled her experiences as a nurse at a psychiatric facility, including her interactions with a troubled patient named Richard Turner.

The diary entries revealed that my great-aunt had developed a deep connection with Richard, attempting to help him overcome his mental health struggles. She believed in his potential for recovery, even though others had given up on him.

As I pieced together the puzzle, it became clear that Richard had a complex history with my great-aunt. Her unwavering support and compassion had made a significant impact on his life, and he had dedicated the disturbing "Sammy the Cat" show to her memory.

The revelation left me with mixed emotions. While the show's horrors couldn't be excused, it was a stark reminder of the profound impact one person's kindness and understanding could have on another, even in the darkest of times.

I decided to preserve the story, not as a tale of terror but as a cautionary tale about the importance of mental health awareness and the potential for redemption, even in the most disturbing of circumstances.

After talking to Mr. Turner and sifting through my great-aunt's belongings, I realized that the police department was searching the house, and they found something unexplainable. It turns out he was living inside the walls the whole time before the police found him, and during that, they also found blood stains from the victims he killed. They already collected what he used in the show: his Sammy costume and the long-barreled shotgun. They decided to put the shotgun in a bag. They hired strong men to grab the costume and lock it away somewhere.

One of his friends was Jack Kennedy. How do I know him? I was searching more about Richard, and I found his name, so I clicked it to find more information; he was one of the people who knew Richard Turner at the facility where my great-aunt met Richard Turner, though the guy was less insane than he was. Jack Kennedy is a traumatized but intelligent man who suffered from child abuse. He later found the Sammy costume and saved it for family-friendly entertainment purposes, though he made it less low-budget in order to make it less creepy.

Now, before I end this, I have nothing else to say to anyone who reads this. Richard may not return to the public, but I assure you that I hope, and I'm being serious here, that despite him being a terrible person as seen in the previous tapes I watched, he does seem like he has remorse and regret for his actions, and I'm assuming that he's being truthful about it. Anyone can change if they put in the effort.

I'm glad I tried to end this on a little happier note, but I don't know yet, and luckily, I'm feeling a bit better after this situation.

#creepypasta #sammy the cat #lost episodes #television #warner bros #sequel #guilt #tw: mental illness

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Taking the Early Exit

Trigger Warning - this is about Suicide

I am someone who has through my career seen more than my share of suicides, and as I suspect that you can imagine, suicides bring up a wide range of emotions, not just with the family and friends, but often with the first responders.

I still remember my first suicide investigation, and although I’ve seen countless others, this one stays with me. I was only on the job for a month of two and was still with my training officer. He took me to the scene and dropped me off rather unceremoniously with the detective investigating and left me there. As with many parts of my career this was another one of those times where formal training didn’t exist, it was more a shut up and watch kind of education.

The scene was down a dirt road into some bush, that was off a country road. He probably wouldn’t have been noticed except some passing farmer had called in an abandoned car that he saw from a distance, and had seen for a few days. It was a scene that I was to see several times in my career, black hose and duct tape purchased from Canadian Tire. Hose went over the exhaust pipe and taped on, with the back window down about two inches the hose was draped into the car and the remaining opening was taped shut with the duct tape. He was dead, sitting behind the steering wheel and rigour mortis had set in. I won’t describe the unpleasant task of getting someone in full rigour from a seated position to a flat position for the body removal stretcher.

As I often did I wondered what had been going through this young man’s mind. I felt sad that his last meal on this earth had been takeout from McDonalds. He hadn’t been a planner as he didn’t have any paper, so he wrote his suicide note on the McDonalds bag. If I recall correctly he didn’t feel life was worth living because his girlfriend had let him for someone else.

I remember the woman who had sliced her wrists in an attempt to end her life. I spoke to the young child explaining that everything would be alright but that I had to take her Mom to the hospital. I spent seven or eight hours that night getting to know this woman while we sat waiting to be seen at the hospital. In the end some E.R. doctor came in for a few minutes and deemed the woman to be fine and released her back out onto the street. When I came into work the following nightshift a colleague told me she had killed herself earlier in the day. I had lied to her daughter, the little girl who I told everything would be okay. People can think what they want but unless you have spent hours with someone in the depths of their despair, and listened to their hopelessness, you will never understand the emotional pain someone can feel.

I had one suicide where the man had hung himself in his garage. For the most part I was indifferent towards those who took their life, but I hated this man. You see his wife had left him with his children. He went into his daughters room and asked to talk to her but she explained that she had to leave for school and they could talk later. He then went and hung himself. I hated him for the horrible guilt that he laid upon his daughter by doing what he did. I couldn’t understand any parent wanting to, or perhaps not caring if they did, hurt their child that much.

I remember a lady who had struggled with her mental health for years, even with the supporting husband and family. She sent them on a day trip out of town saying she had to stay home to get some work done, and she then turned the car on in the garage and sat there, falling asleep and slowly drifting from this world into the next. The note she left was full of love for the man she called the best husband in the world, and her daughter who she loved beyond words. She taught me something in her note, it wasn’t about her quitting on her family, it was her giving her family all this credit for making her want to stay around as long as she did. She stayed until she couldn’t bear the pain anymore. My heart went out to both her as well as her family.

Later on in my career I started running into Helium Suicides, quick, effective and painless. The person goes off to their local Walmart and buys a birthday balloon pack complete with a helium tank. Add to that one bag for go over your head and you have everything that you need. They lay down on a bed, hose into the bag loosely tied around your neck, turn the tank on and in moments you have died a painless death. In a sick comical twist there is this older heavily accented woman who has put out a video on how to do it that you can find on line. It is sort of like your grandmother describing how to make cupcakes, except she is actually telling you how to kill yourself.

I had a suicide where someone sitting in a car with two containers of gas set them on fire and created an inferno basically cremating themselves. His personal belongings and suicide note were left off to the side of the road in a bag. I am hard pressed to think of a worse way to kill yourself and we basically collect his remains using a dustpan. His wife and children were adamant that there was no way he would do that, insisting that he had shown no signs. Eventually we shared with them the video of him buying the gas, he was by himself with no one else in the car. It was sad to have to do this to the family but they just would not accept the possibility that he had taken his own life..

You can rest assured that every time I shop at Canadian Tire I am looking for someone buying that black hose with duct tape, or at Walmart as they buy the birthday balloon kit I look to see if they are exhibiting any signs of depression (harder to detect than one might think).

Suicide Notes are an entirely different science, I have seen them written on sticky pads, takeout bags, left on computer screens or in one case an over eighty page suicide note with index and dividers in a binder describing every password and how he wanted things to be looked after regarding his death.

Sadly, in the world of Policing I have had more than my share of comrades who chose to take their lives. I think Policing can often put you under a very dark cloud or in a very dark place, perhaps some just never are able to find their way out. I didn’t see any of them coming, though I am haunted by one where I missed a few clues that I could see clearly when it was too late.

I would guess that I probably investigated hundreds of suicides over my career, both as a front line officer and then later as a detective. Countless patient discussions with families who are unable to accept what has happened, who are positive it is a murder made to look like a suicide. People don’t realize that when a person is serious about taking their life, and they reach that point where they have made the decision to carry out their plan that they often seem happier, relieved not stressed. It’s not that they are better, it’s that they finally can see an end to the darkness that they couldn’t escape during their life.

I would encourage you not to look on these people with judgement. Just understand that they were going through something that you can’t possibly understand, or perhaps that they just weren’t as well equipped to deal with life as others were. When you look at that stranger, or even a friend, know that you don’t really know what they are going through, what is going on behind those eyes. And always, always be kind. It may not save someone, but wouldn’t it be nice if the last thing one of these people experienced was the kindness of a stranger or friend?

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The Wife You Know | Chad Zunker | Published 2024

Everything he knows about his wife is called into question when she mysteriously vanishes in a breathtaking novel of suspense by Amazon Charts bestselling author Chad Zunker.

Widower Luke Driskell didn't expect to fall in love and marry again so quickly. But Ashley and her daughter, Joy, are special - a quality borne out when Ashley rushes into a burning daycare center to save the children. Immediately she's a social media sensation and hero. Then, just as suddenly, Ashley and Joy disappear into the bitterly cold night.

With no trace of their whereabouts, Luke begins a panicked investigation. Alarmingly, he can find no proof that the woman he loves even exists. Left behind: just a hidden stash of fake IDs. Different names. Different cities. Same haunted face. Now the devastated husband has only questions: who did he marry? What is she hiding?

Luke's cross-country pursuit of the truth soon spins into something more dangerous than he imagined. Because Ashley's secrets run so deep and dark that finding her could threaten all their lives.

Luke Driskell is a 30-year-old widower, living in Vail, Colorado. After his parents died when he was 4, he lived a life of poverty with his grandfather, a man of seldom words who drank from sun up to sun down and had very little to do with his life, except for short bursts of parenting advice here and there. After his death, Luke thrived in college, before making it as a successful businessman in the world of technology.

After the death of his wife and unborn child, Luke relocated to Vail, Colorado, traveling back to California for work meetings but mostly working out of his own home. After meeting a young local artist named Ashley Tolly and her 3-year-old daughter, Joy, Luke fell in love with them both, and the two married just a few months before.

While away on a day business trip back to California, Ashley noticed and saved 8 pre-school children from a fire at a daycare center, receiving minor burns and smoke inhalation in the process. The entire situation had been captured on video and shared through the world of social media, becoming an instant sensation and people wanted to speak with Ashley. But, for the entire time Luke has known her, she's always been hesitant about leaving any sort of trail online, though would never explain why other than she preferred her privacy.

But, with this incident an instant viral situation, Ashley is now in the spotlight against her wishes. On the behest of the hospital staff, Ashley is advised to remain at the hospital overnight and Luke leaves to care for his stepdaughter. But upon waking the next morning, Joy is gone and Ashley cannot be contacted. Unsure of what to do, he begins searching for them throughout the town, coming up empty, until he finally discusses his options with the local police. Desperate, he also contacts a nationwide news station in Denver, going on air to speak about his efforts to find his family and offering a $1 million dollar reward for information leading to their whereabouts.

Luke is eventually contacted by a FBI Agent, only named Chang, said to want to talk to Ashley about the incident as they suspect arson was at play during the fire. However, after contacting a satellite FBI officer, where a former basketball rival, Danny Lamar, is now a Special Agent, Luke knows now that Chang isn't whom he said he was. And for Danny Lamar, becoming involved in the situation quickly leads to his death after Luke discovers a bag with four identities inside, all with pictures of Ashley with different names and addresses spread throughout the country.

Desperate to find out what happened to Ashley and Joy, he slowly begins piecing together what could have happened to her. Ashley had always been demure about the identity of Joy's father, simply stating that he had been a gallery owner in Laguna Beach, California and he had died in a car accident shortly after Ashley found out she was pregnant. However, that gallery owner turned out to have been murdered, and had been gay, therefore could not have been involved romantically with his wife.

Moving on to the other states and towns listed on her fake IDs, Luke is able to figure out that Ashley was in fact Sarah Bowman, believed to have died in a China prison cell when she was just 20 years old, visiting the country on an international mission trip. After discovering that Ashley had been adopted when she was 14 years old out of the foster care system by a woman namd Janny, who had also died four years ago, he meets with Janny's sister to learn more. Claudia tells Luke that Janny had received a call from someone claiming to be Sarah, and a few days later, after requesting help from a local government official named Pullson, ended up drowning in her bathtub, which CLaudia had initially believed to have been suicide after simply not getting over the death of her daughter.

When Luke is attempting to get back to his hotel room after confronting Senator Pullman regarding the mysterious phone call that Sarah had made to her mother, he is confronted by two large security men who take him captive, but he is eventually saved by former CIA agent Nick Cantley, who he had first encountered in the office of his home in Vail, discovering that this mysterious man stole $10,000 in cash.

The two of them are able to get away, and though he doesn't wish too, he promised Ashley to tell LUke the truth: that she had found a man raping one of the young girls she had been involved with in China during the mission trip, and had been taken captive by this man, and the story of her death was put out in order for him to hold onto her. After this man's own two young daughters found her, he kept her captive at his home in order for Ashley to teach his young children all about the U.S. and its customs, including teaching them to speak English. However, Ashley met the U.S. Ambassadors son, Han Liu, and the two quickly fell in love. They married in secret, after Han converted to Christianity to be with Ashley. Ashley was pregnant at the time, and this unfortunately led to Han Liu being executed at the behest of his own father.

Nick had been involved in the rescue mission to attempt to save Ashley and Han from the Chinese government, and helped Ashley return to the U.S. and began giving her new identities in order to make a life for herself, keeping away from the Chinese government as they had wanted Joy back in China, the only child of the son he had had murdered.

Luke is given the choice to return to his own life, where he will continue to be monitored by the Chinese government, to be used as bait, hoping Ashley would return to him eventually; or he could completely cut off his old life and create a new one with Ashley and Joy in a remote location, completely off the grid. Luke has no choice but to leave behind his old life, promising the both of them that he would leave everything behind in order to be with them.

A week later, Luke is reunited with his wife and stepdaughter.

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dollycas · 3 months ago

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The Wife You Know by Chad Zunker #Review #Giveaway @chadzunker @chadzunkerauthor

The Wife You Know Psychological Thrillers/Suspense Publisher ‏ : ‎ Thomas & Mercer (February 27, 2024) Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 207 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1662515510 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1662515514 Paperback ‏ : ‎ 207 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1662515499 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1662515491 Kindle ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0BTQYMVTG Audiobook ASIN B0CC3Y6G1Y Everything he knows about his wife is called into question when she mysteriously vanishes in a breathtaking novel of suspense by Amazon Charts bestselling author Chad Zunker. Widower Luke Driskell didn’t expect to fall in love and marry again so quickly. But Ashley and her daughter, Joy, are special—a quality borne out when Ashley rushes into a burning day-care center to save the children. Immediately she’s a social media sensation and hero. Then, just as suddenly, Ashley and Joy disappear into the bitterly cold night. With no trace of their whereabouts, Luke begins a panicked investigation. Alarmingly, he can find no proof that the woman he loves even exists. Left behind: just a hidden stash of fake IDs. Different names. Different cities. Same haunted face. Now the devastated husband has only questions: Who did he marry? What is she hiding? Luke’s cross-country pursuit of the truth soon spins into something more dangerous than he imagined. Because Ashley’s secrets run so deep and dark that finding her could threaten all their lives. Dollycas's Thoughts After the tragic death of his wife and the little girl, he never got to hold Luke Driskell made a commitment to himself to seize the moment and take more risks. He never expected he would meet Ashley and her daughter Joy and fall completely in love or have marriage happen so quickly. One day while Luke was away on a business trip, Ashley put her life on the line to save children from a daycare fire. She was heralded as a hero and videos of her efforts went viral on social media. Then in the middle of the night, Ashley and Joy disappear. Luke is frantic to find his family, first by himself, then with help from the police, a local television station, and the FBI. He has no idea where she would go and can't even find proof that she existed. He does find fake IDs, with her face. Different cities. Different names. He loves her. He needs to find her. He needs answers. He needs to understand. In his quest to find Ashley and Joy, he realizes his own life is in danger and so are theirs. _____ I have enjoyed other books by Chad Zunker so was excited to read The Wife You Know, especially after reading the synopsis. I wasn't disappointed. I was captivated by Luke's story. Suffering the horrific loss of his wife and unborn child and being able to find love again was compelling. Still, Ashley was different and there were major clues he missed or things he ignored long before she went missing. He is also a wealthy man and while she wasn't interested in his money, someone without the big bucks wouldn't have been able to go to such lengths to try to find her. Luke did make some bad choices that I didn't think someone of his status would make but it was a frantic time so I rolled with it. Even though I had figured out the major premise, I was drawn into the story and had to know how it would end. The use of flashbacks was interesting, as was the trip Luke takes across the country to find answers and the truth. I do wish the story wasn't only from Luke's point of view. I wanted Ashley to tell more of her story. The author has a talent for writing a book with a brisk pace and that creates vivid images in your mind. It is like you are watching an exciting movie. In fact, his books would make great movies like you see on Lifetime and NetFlix. The Wife You Know was a very entertaining read with an intriguing ending. I read it all in one evening. Yes, you have to suspend reality here and there and I am not sure the ending put the danger fully to rest. It may be fun to revisit these characters for another round of suspense. *This book is part of my private collection. Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent About the Author CHAD ZUNKER is the author of the David Adams legal thriller, An Equal Justice, as well as The Tracker, Shadow Shepherd, and Hunt the Lion in his Sam Callahan series. Chad has worked for some of the country’s most powerful law firms and serves at Community First! The village is a 51-acre master-planned community that provides affordable, permanent housing and a supportive community for men and women coming out of chronic homelessness. He lives in Austin with his wife, Katie, and their three daughters, and is hard at work on his next novel. For more information visit www.chadzunker.com. Follow Chad on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and GoodReads. Also written by Chad Zunker This post contains affiliate links. 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averyshorts · 2 years ago

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Abductions

"I promise, I will find your son."

"I will do everything I can do to bring your daughter back."

"Your child will be found, I swear on my life."

Deavor felt sick. He felt like a liar. He couldn't do it anymore. How many parents had gotten the same empty promise from him? Just when they thought it couldn't get any worse, not only teenagers, but young adults started disappearing too. And not a single clue had led anywhere. When Deavor thought about what might have happened to them, he felt as if he was about to throw up. He had become a policeman to make up for what he had done, but whoever was responsible for this could not be redeemed anymore. His hands formed fists. There was no death penalty in this country, even if they caught the responsible man, he might get away with a light sentence and roam the streets again in a few years. He would not let that happen. Deavor had made up his mind a long time ago: He would kill the person who did all of this. He had sworn to never kill a human, but no human could possibly do such horrible things.

"Officer Reex, Officer Butsh, a 15 year old girl was reported missing!"

These news ripped Deavor out of his thoughts. He grabbed his cap and quickly put on his jacket. »Officer Reex« was written on it in clear letters, his uniform was his pride. He had sacrificed a lot to be able to wear it.

"Where was she last seen? We'll be heading out to investigate." Officer Butsh, his senior colleague, had been a little bit quicker to ask. Reex admired him. He had brought justice to the town when he started his career.

"Someone saw her walking her dog in the forest, close to her family cottage. They were staying there over the weekend."

"Who lets out their kid alone in times like this?" Deavor felt sorry for the girl and the parents, but they should have known better.

"We'll talk to her parents first." Butsh decided and walked towards the exit. The only thing left to do for Reex was nodding and following him out.

The interview with her parents didn't end up giving them much information, but at least some things to work with. They said she had snuck out to meet with some friends, the friends had been a very bad influence so she wasn't allowed to see them anymore.

This essentially meant, more kids might be missing. If they all had met in the forest, there was a big chance most, or all of them, didn't make it home. After calling the parents of every friend that the parents identified, Deavor was relieved. Most of them didn't even manage to leave the house without being caught by their parents, the ones that got outside were picked up by teachers or family friends and brought home to avoid another kidnapping.

The nights weren't really dark anymore. Even the forest was completely lit up by search parties. Every night they looked for the missing children, and now there was another girl's name on the list. And two more adults were with them, shouting their daughters' names.

After a week's search, they found the only thing left behind by their child:

After digging up a suspicious looking spot between the roots of an old tree, they found the dog's corpse. It had been shot multiple times. But no Matter how much more digging they did, their daughter wasn't found.

Some said that was a blessing, it meant their daughter might still be alive, but nearly everyone knew it was a curse. The curse of uncertainty. It laid on many. They didn't know if their children were dead, abused, sold or managed to escape but just didn't make it home yet. They didn't know if they should move on. They didn't know if that *could* move on. Nobody knew.

After weeks, maybe months of these disappearances and unsuccessful search parties, something happened, that hadn't happened before:

An abduction failed. The 19 year old man had managed to set off an alarm and the armed criminal had fled the scene seconds before townsfolk arrived who wanted to know what started the alarm and why.

They had their first description of the offender. He was, according to the witness, about 1.80 m tall, had a beard and dark hair. No glasses or anything.

It wasn't much, but they could narrow down the suspects to 19 men.

That seemed to be a fairly small number, but that was simply because many people had left the town when the abductions started happening, out of fear for their own or their families' safety. The town seemed like a ghost town. The only people left were the ones that had no other place to go, were too poor to move, or had already lost their children. Of these, many had waterproof alibis for many of the abductions if not all of them.

It was the first time in forever that Deavor felt something like hope. They had actual suspects, they had evidence. Because of the suspects only one had a gun at all, and it was the exact type of gun used to kill the dog, he felt as if there was nothing that could possibly stop him. Of course, they didn't know if he was the actual abductor until he confessed. Deavor knew there wasn't just one single person responsible. He knew that this man was not the head of the operation, because then he would not have been out in the open like this. But he would still be able to tell him about his friends, wouldn't he.

Yes. He would confess.

"Officer Reex, could you please tell me what exactly happened to our suspect? I'm positively sure his nose is broken, and I doubt he gave himself a black eye..."

Officer Butsh leaned against the doorway and watched as his colleague continued washing his hands. The water was red.

"Oh, nothing that I haven't treated. He had a bad dream and fell off his bed."

"That got him a black eye, a broken nose and all these injuries?" Butsh lifted his right eyebrow. "Officer Reex, I have to remind you that violence against suspects is not allowed. A forced confession is worth nothing."

"I know, Butsh. I know" Deavor smiled, turned off the water and dried his hands on his pants. "I would never harm a human being."

Time went on and the man confessed. He confessed to multiple abductions but stated he just did it because he was hired to do them and he knew he would be killed if he refused. What stood out was that he refused to confess to the failed abduction of the young man that got him on the subject list in first place, he swore his boss did that one because he was bored and wanted to feel the thrill again.

Neither of the colleagues believed that, but when the man offered to write a list with the names of everyone involved he knew of, they agreed. It could only help. He was brought back to his cell to write everything out, was given pen and paper and lots of time.

It was just a few hours later when Deavor jumped out of his chair after hearing a loud scream from downstairs. It was Butsh.

He hurried downstairs to find out what happened, only to find him reading a note, shock written all over his face.

Deavor looked into the cell as if he wanted to ask the suspect what he had done. But he would not be able to ask him anything.

The body was still moving a bit, swinging from side to side. The rope was tied to the bars of the window, and the chair was kicked over on the floor.

"I would be killed by them anyways if I had become a traitor. Their way of killing me would have been worse" Butsh read out loud.

He shook his head in disbelief. "This is horrible. He was our only lead. We were so close..." He sighed "I will call the undertaker. We have to continue our work. Interrogate every single suspect we ever had. Again."

Deavor felt as if something was off. This just didn't seem correct. It didn't seem true. He was sure of something: The suspect had not committed suicide. It war murder. The subject didn't even have a way of getting a rope into his cell, so how would he have been supposed to kill himself like that?

Butsh refused to believe it was murder. He always said: "How would he have gotten into the cell? This is a police station. He would have needed keys too. And both of us were here when it happened. He probably had hidden the rope on himself when he was arrested."

And while this was true, it didn't satisfy Deavor. This couldn't be justice.

The abduction rate had gone far down. Some thought, this was because the criminals had realized that the police was onto them and had decided to stop before they were caught, but the actual answer was far more saddening:

There were nearly no children left.

Since there hadn't been any abduction in weeks, people started getting careless again. They thought it had stopped. Of course it hadn't.

A boy, just 12 years old, went missing.

He hadn't been known for being a fair fighter, but for biting and scratching if he got into a fight. Apparently his parents had thought, it was safe to let him out for a bit because of that. It wasn't.

Butsh pushed his glasses back with one hand, continued typing with the other one. It was the monthly report. Like the last months, there wasn't much to say but that there wasn't any real progress. Frustrating, but it had to be done. He stopped for a second and pulled down his sleeves as far as he could.

"Reex, if you have nothing to do but watch me work, go and turn up the heater. It's freezing."

"It's 22 Degrees. Are you sick?" Deavor laughed. "Caught a cold while investigating? You should call in sick."

"I can't call in sick until we finish this case." Was his simple answer.

"That might take years. We might never finish. You're gonna infect me. Go home and get healthy. You can work from home too." Reex was determined to make sure his senior got better. When Butsh started coughing, Reex decided to bring him home, if he wanted or not. He dragged him out of his seat and towards the door. Butsh was surprisingly strong when he fought back. In the small fight that broke out, Butsh lost his glasses and accidentally stepped on them, he didn't seem to notice in the heat of the moment. While getting pinned down and lectured about how it wasn't okay to behave like a child in a work setting like this, Reex glanced at Butsh’s arms. His sleeves had ridden up his arms while they were fighting. It took Reex a moment to process what he was seeing. Little red lines covered his arms. Scratches. "Do you have a cat?" He asked confused.

"No, I don't have time to care for a pet."

"Then where-"

Reex realized what he was seeing. But before he could say anything more, Butsh had realized it too. There was a loud noise and everything went black.

#Damn I wrote this years ago.... is that even still my writing at all??#tw murder #tw police #tw child abuse #tw suicide #my writing #oc #original content #writeblr #writblr

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Welcome to Hellfire

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader Warnings: Drug use, mention of ODing, slight description of gore A/N: Decided I needed to do my own fix-it-fic where Eddie goes to live the best life he deserves because I’m in the denial stage of grief apparently. There are also season 4 spoilers. Side note: Y/C/N in this means your chosen name. Masterlist

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To Hawkins' knowledge you and Eddie had died in what they were thought was an earthquake. Both of you had new identities and were packed in a RV that you bought in the next town over so you could make it to LA as far under the radar as you could possibly go. This was your warm welcome into the Hellfire club.

The last time your paths crossed were at Reefer Rick's over the Christmas period and you decided you were in need of some special K which led to you ending up in hospital. Eddie being the one to drive you there. You had vague recollections of him waiting for you to wake up with armfuls of food and when the doctors tried to kick him out as it was family only him protesting and calling himself your knight in shining armour. Three months had passed since then, Rick was in jail and you had broken in to find anything that the police wouldn't have found that you could smoke or snort to no avail. Your path with Eddie didn't cross again until you heard clattering in the boat house and you went to investigate, you grabbed the first thing you could find which was a used saucepan. The boat house appeared empty but everything appeared to be out of place, it was obvious that something had fallen over taking everything surrounding it down with it and a quick fix being involved. Just as you were leaving you felt someone behind you as if they were going to pin you to the wall but you were too quick with the saucepan causing a dull thud as it hit the person's head. “Jesus fucking Christ!” You heard them exclaim loudly. “What the fuck?!” You shouted just as loudly and realised it was Eddie who was now clutching onto his head as if to soothe where you had hit it. “You hit me with a saucepan?!” Eddie questioned in disbelief taking a step back from you rubbing his head and wincing when he touched the bump. “Why are you lurking in the shadows?!” You asked throwing your hands up in the air and dropping the saucepan to the floor staring at him trying to process what was happening in the current moment. “Trying not to get arrested,” Eddie's demeanour changed and his voice suddenly went very quiet. “Or killed.” He finished the sentence folding his arms in a way to comfort himself. It took you a couple of minutes to make the connection. “Oh.” Was the only thing you could muster, you leaned against the wall feeling a pang of guilt where you had just hit the man over the head with a saucepan and pity where he was fighting for his survival. “What are you doing here?” He crouched down arms resting on his legs and staring up at you with his doe eyes. “I was seeing if the police had missed anything.” You admitted with a sigh leaning your head back against the wall. “I heard you were clean.” Eddie tilted his head slightly and you just shrugged in response, not saying a single word. You were both interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. Eddie shot up and went back to what you could only assume was his original hiding place. You left the boat house quietly in hopes you weren't going to get caught. You could hear voices talking about how someone was here meaning you had been made and there was only one option for you. Making your way into the kitchen you quickly came face to face with Jason. You remembered Jason when he was sophomore and you were a senior, he always had delusions of grandeur where his family owned half the town; they had even found a way to monopolise on the tragedy of Starcourt. “The fuck are you doing here?” You asked trying to act natural which involved you lighting up a cigarette much to Jason's disgust. “We're looking for the freak Eddie Munson,” Jason's voice was stern and tried to be intimidating, moving in a way to show off the fact he had a crowbar in hand. “We know he's here.” Jason took a step towards you like he was hoping you would sell him out. “I don't know who that is,” You shrugged taking a drag of your cigarette not breaking eye contact with the senior. “I can assure you though that I'm the only one here.” You exhaled, the smoke escaping through both your nose and mouth making Jason take a step back. “You won't mind if we take a look around then.” He challenged swinging his arm up so the crowbar was now resting on his shoulder. “Go ahead.” You tried to steady your voice and prayed Jason didn't pick up on the shakiness of it; while they tore the house apart looking for Eddie you remained glued to your spot in the kitchen keeping an eye on the boat house. The second you saw Jason and Patrick head down there you were behind. You were never a religious person but you once again found yourself praying to every god that they wouldn't find Eddie. “Fuck.” You muttered to yourself when you see Jason and Patrick diving into the lake, without even thinking you stripped off yourself and followed them. You weren't sure what you were going to do when you caught up behind them but you didn't need to because you were just going to let your instinct take over. With Patrick suddenly halting you thought that would give you an advantage to attack Jason but when Patrick disappeared into the water at a speed you were sure was supernatural you bypassed Jason and wanted to be out of the water. You didn't even reach the boat when Patrick was suspended in mid-air, the sounds of screams and bones snapping rang out through Lover's Lake; it wasn't the sound of the bones that got you though, it was the sound of the eyes popping and the sound of his body hitting the water. “What the fuck?” You kept muttering over and over again while pacing around Skull Rock. “Have I fallen into a K-hole?” You swung round on your heel to look at Eddie who was sitting down, at this point he was a broken man. You sat down next to him only to shuffle in closer to him, without saying a word he rested his head on your shoulder. You knew in this moment he needed the contact to ground him because it was something you also needed after witnessing the events of the night. You both stayed there for the rest of the night, no words needed to be spoken between the two of you.

“Who is this?” Dustin asked with furrowed brows while examining you up and down like he was trying to figure out whether or not you were a threat. “Y/N,” You stated matter of factly, you quickly understood why he was called a butthead by both Steve “the hair” Harrington and Eddie. “Can someone please tell me why we seem to have Hawkins' own Mystery Gang here and whether or not what I saw last night was real?” “Oh it was very real.” Nancy Wheeler said with concern in her voice. “And you caused it.” Steve said leaning against the rock, you snapped your head so fast to look at Steve you were surprised you didn't break your neck. “W-w-what?” You choked and turning back to look at Eddie who was crouched down playing with his hair trying to take everything in. “You've both been named suspects.” Robin Buckley sighed watching both your reactions which were fairly minimal at this point. “Suspects?” You repeated shaking your head and sinking down to the ground. “What the fuck is going on?” You screamed putting your head in your hands while also trying to fight back the tears. “The town thinks Hellfire is a satanic cult,” Nancy said biting the inside of her cheek, trying to carefully think of what she was going to say next. “Eddie is the leader and you're a devoted follower.” Both you and Eddie stare blankly at Nancy wondering if you heard her correctly. “Welcome to Hellfire.” Eddie quipped humourlessly not looking at you. “They really think he's Hawkins' own Charles Manson?” You asked looking over your shoulder at the obviously terrified man who in your limited time with him prior to the events, smoked way too much weed and was only a danger to Reefer Rick's pantry. “Apparently so.” Steve shrugged, his attention being drawn to Dustin who was now pacing about muttering something about his compass, eventually everything just became white noise where your brain started going a mile a minute. You were only snapped back into reality when Eddie started talking about Mordor.

24 hours had passed since the killing of Patrick and you had sworn to yourself that you weren't going back there but you had found yourself back in the boat with the Mystery Gang over what Dustin called Watergate, a very poor joke on his part but it did make you laugh nonetheless. You were all waiting with baited breath for Steve to surface, the first minute felt like the longest minute of your life; it wasn't for another 43 seconds before he had actually resurfaced. “Found it.” Steve said catching his breath leaning on the side of the boat, within seconds Steve was dragged under the water in a fashion reminiscent of how Patrick was. Nancy didn't think twice before diving in herself and after some bickering between Robin and Eddie, Robin followed. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” Eddie shouted in frustration, it wasn't until he felt the boat rock where you getting ready to dive in he turned his attention to you. “You are not going in.” He shouted trying to stop you as you jumped into the water. “We can either die up here,” You said treading water. “Or go down there and have a fighting chance to survive and clear our names.” The second you finished the sentence you dove into the water, you could hear the muffled shouting of Eddie and a splash where he decided to follow you.

The gate showed you a dark world that you thought only existed in fantasy, screeches could be heard in the distance and you could just about make out Steve struggling against something that resembled bats. Without thinking you found yourself fighting the creatures with anything you could find. There was a bat on the floor struggling, taking a rock you crushed it's head causing a dark substance you could only assume was blood sprayed everywhere making the two girls and Steve recoil in disgust. “Huh.” You absent-mindedly said looking at the pool of blood and chunks of flesh splayed everywhere. “You good?” Eddie asked taking a step closer to you slightly concerned. “Just thinking about how every living being is a pressurised bag of blood.” You turned to face him, still in deep thought. “That's just gross.” Robin announced very loudly, not pulling her attention away from Steve. “It's true though.” Eddie responded, obviously now thinking about this as a concept and wondered how he could incorporate that into his next D&D campaign.

You still had no idea what was happening or how you ended up in this position where you were in one reality you would be running for your life and in another you would be fighting for it and they somehow bled into one another, causing chaos and death in one and in the other it felt untouched by humans; the only thing that had consumed it was darkness. You were trailing behind Nancy and Robin but ahead of Eddie and Steve as you made your way to Nancy's house. The conversations between the two groups bled into one, both groups however were talking about Steve and Nancy's relationship. To you it didn't sound like you were missing much, until you heard Steve say your name to Eddie; unsure of what Steve's question was, the only thing you heard was Eddie's response of how he didn't know you that well. Something caught the corner of your eye running at a great speed along the edge of what looked like forest surrounding. “Did anyone else just see that or am I tripping?” You had been questioning reality ever since the lake and Eddie knew the look on your face, he had seen it plenty of times when people had bad trips but unfortunately for you this was your reality. This was everyone's reality.

“You good?” Eddie ran up beside you and gave your shoulder and squeeze to let you know that he was there. “I am losing my goddamn mind right now.” There was desperation in your voice, every inch of your mind and body told you that you were sober but your surroundings suggested otherwise causing panic to set in. “Same here kid,” Eddie let out a sigh dropping his hand that was resting on your shoulder back down to his side. “You know I remember you in school.” He said trying to get your mind away from the current situation. “No you don't.” You challenged with a small smile on your face, thankful he had moved the conversation onto something that wasn't anything to do with death or the darkness surrounding you. “I do,” Eddie beamed a smile at you. “I mean you did swap out your pastels for leather.” You could feel his eyes scanning you up and down. “I also swapped amphetamines for ketamine.” You shrugged leaving behind Eddie who stopped in his track in shock. “Hawkins' brightest star,” He said louder than he intended. “Who had a free ride to any college...” He had quietened his voice down aware that you might not want the rest of the group to hear. “Was a speed freak.” You finished his sentence, his brain trying to process this revelation. “There's no way in hell that you were a speed freak.” His voice was soft but was still in shock at this. “I think we're in currently in hell,” You looked up at him and you noticed he quickly averted his gaze to elsewhere. “I couldn't cope with the pressure.” You admitted not looking away from him. “Pressure?” Eddie turned his attention back to you. “Do you really want to hear about this now?” You questioned making sure you were a few steps ahead of him and spun around to gesture that your situation wasn't the best time for you to use him as a therapist.

“Does anyone know Morse code?” Robin asked looking at the group. “Wait, does SOS count? Is that...is that good?” Eddie responded before reaching into the gold glow surrounding the light and signalling that you were all there to whoever was on the other side. You watched Eddie intently not fully realising there was a bleed happening between the two worlds. On the way to the trailer of Eddie's there was another earthquake. You weren't sure if it was just something natural or if the world was trying to defend itself but you lost your balance and fell into Eddie knocking him over and who was clinging onto you for dear life. “You good?” You asked pulling yourself off the poor man and helping him up once the world stabilised. “I'm good.” Eddie said obviously trying to get his bearings.

The theory was correct about the gate in Eddie's trailer and staring into your reality made you nauseous. “Those stains are, uh...” He glanced at Robin's reaction who had pure disgust on her face at the thought of what they were. “I don't know what those stains are.” It was your turn to climb through the gate and it was a struggle for you, meaning Steve had to push you up. “Jesus you're weak.” Steve commented pushing you up the sheets. “I'm sorry but I didn't think I'd be doing interdimensional travelling using bedsheets!” You yelled down to him while trying to pull yourself up, it took a few minutes longer than the others, and landing on Eddie's stained mattress in a heap. “Ow.” You muttered trying regather yourself before standing up only to realise quickly there was something wrong, you could hear Steve shouting Nancy's name and shaking her to try and get her awake. Robin ran straight into Eddie's room and they were both screaming at each other over music. “THIS IS MUSIC!” You could hear Eddie yell like that was the most important thing at that moment in time. By the time they could decide on a cassette for Nancy she had awoken. Eddie was mumbling to himself about how Iron Maiden was music while Nancy and Steve climbed back into your world, both of them landing with a thud on the mattress.

Nancy was explaining what she saw but it went straight over your head considering no one had told you what you had witnessed, all you knew was that you watched someone get folded like origami in mid-air, Eddie was the leader of a satanic cult, you were both now wanted for murder, which led you to a gate into an alternate dimension, and apparently there was a girl with superpowers in the middle of all this who had a creature/guy called Vecna/Henry/001 after her which you needed to fight. “Is there anywhere I can smoke?” You asked Eddie quietly who nodded towards his room, it didn't take long for him to follow you. “Do you have anything stronger?” You sighed sprawling out on the floor seeing as the bed had no mattress, Eddie decided to join you on the floor. “Do you think that's a good idea?” He asked laying down next to you. “I don't give a shit to be honest,” You stated turning your head to look at him, his attention was focused on the ceiling. “No one has told me what is going on but I've just had to save Steve 'the hair' Harrington from interdimensional creatures for some reason and I'm wanted by the police apparently.” Your words were coming out a mile a minute which made Eddie turn his attention to you. The realisation had hit him that he wasn't the only one in this situation but he had the group tell him what was happening whereas you were just dragged into this completely blind and expected to fight. He sat up and pulled a metal lunch box off his bedside table so he could roll you a joint, you also sat up slightly leaning on your elbows watching him roll; there was something you found comforting about watching him roll. “It looks like it's needed.” Eddie handed you the joint and a lighter, without needing to think twice you lit up and inhaled deeply while also letting yourself lay back down on the floor properly. “Thanks.” You exhaled the smoke with a smile while playing with the lighter, instantly feeling more relaxed; there was a feeling of wanting to melt into the floor as you took in another deep inhale and held the smoke in your lungs. “You look exhausted.” Eddie wasn't hiding his concern for you watching the smoke escape between your lips. “Day 9.” You passed the joint to him and he happily accepted taking a puff himself. “No wonder you broke into Rick's.” Eddie said with a cough where he inhaled a bit too much smoke; prompting Steve and Nancy to come in to see what was happening. Nancy looked like she had been possessed by your mother with the look of disapproval on her face, Steve on the other hand looked more offended you didn't invite him to join. “You two are really getting high right now?” Nancy's voice was low and had that same tone of 'I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed' as your mother's making you roll your eyes. “We have to fight Vecna and you're getting high?” You could tell the question was rhetorical. “We're all exhausted,” You stated, sitting back up properly and taking the joint from Eddie in one hand and playing with the lighter in the other before putting it in the front pocket of your pants. “We can't fight Valek...” “Vecna.” Eddie cut in with a smile creeping across his face taking the joint from you again, but was met with a small amount of silent resistance. “Vecna like this,” You laid back down and stared at the ceiling. “We need sleep and actual weapons.” You mumbled hoping that what you said would get through to Nancy, who just walked muttering about the nerve you have making both you and Eddie laugh. Steve following Nancy leaving you two be. The sun was breaking through Eddie's curtains meaning you had slept the entire night but you weren't sure what time it was. You were alone in the room, there was silence surrounding you. You assumed everyone asleep but making your way into the kitchenette you realised that you were fully alone in the trailer and they had left you there. Raiding the cupboards for food the door to the trailer opened and like instinct you threw the can of peas you had in your hands towards the person who was breaking in, hitting them on the head. “Jesus Christ!” Steve's voice rang out through the trailer and you instantly covered your mouth with your hands when you recognised it to be Steve's voice. “Shit Steve,” You rushed over to him to make sure there was no damage. “I am so sorry.” You led him to the couch and examined his head closer. “I was just checking to see if you're awake,” He winced at the pain in his head where it shot down his face. “And I get a can of carrots thrown at me.” He tried to make light of the situation with his tone. “Peas,” You corrected with a smile on your face taking Steve's chin gently in your hand so you could see if he had a concussion. “How many fingers am I holding up?” You asked holding up four fingers. “I'm seeing four.” Steve said slowly concerned he was seeing double, you let go of his face and tried to find the freezer so he could stick something cold on the bump. You found a box of Eggos that was already open and chicken nuggets. “Eggos or chicken nuggets?” You asked holding up the frozen food, giving a confused Steve a choice. “Eggos?” Steve said hesitantly unsure what the choice meant, you took a single waffle out of the box and handed it to him. “It's for your head.” You gestured vaguely to the bump, Steve put the waffle on his head and you had to stifle your laughter because of how ridiculous he was looking. “Don't laugh,” Steve scolded, still holding the waffle in place. “I was just coming to tell you we were at Max's.” He pouted, the waffle still not moving from his head. Steve led you over to Max's while also making sure that no one was around to spot you. Fortunately it was still early so everyone was either asleep or at work. “Steve?” Robin said tilting her head slightly. “Why are you holding a waffle to your head?” Her confusion was visible as was everyone's. “I thought I had run out of Eggos,” Eddie said with a childlike joy on his face. “Wait that better not have been the last one!” He jumped up from the seat ready to snatch it out of Steve's hand. “There was an incident with a can of peas.” You were trying to be what you thought to be diplomatic. “Y/N launched a can of peas at my head.” Steve said with a pout and sitting down, making everyone stifle their laughter, the first one to fail being Dustin. “Why?” Max asked still laughing, eyes darting between you and Steve, it took longer for you to reply than you felt it should have. “Instinct?” You said slowly not entirely sure why you threw a can of peas at him. “Also you still have two left.” You turned to Eddie who was filled with joy once more at the prospect of having the Eggos once this was all over. “You shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen.” Eddie said remembering what happened when you at Rick's and rubbing his head without thinking. “Wait what happened there?” Dustin asked clocking Eddie's reaction to saying this. “Frying pan to the head.” Eddie mimicked you hitting him over the head with the saucepan. “It was a saucepan,” You corrected rolling your eyes. “And you were about to attack me!” You held your hands up in defence. “It's like a lethal game of Supermarket Sweep.” Steve mumbled taking the waffle off his head and putting it on the table where it was now defrosted, much to Eddie's dismay who snatched it up and stuck it in the toaster. “I think we should probably move on from Y/N's penchant for violence using stuff you'd find in a kitchen and actually make a plan.” Nancy had an air of authority about her which was very much needed at this moment in time. “It's like a game of Jeopardy.” Robin said not taking much notice of Nancy's request. “I'd say more Family Feud,” Lucas beamed a smile. “Kitchenwear Y/N uses as weapons.” He said in his best game show host voice. “I'll take frying pan.” Dustin said pointing at Lucas, Nancy had her head in her hands from frustration and you were pinching the bridge of your nose from embarrassment. “That is incorrect!” Lucas announced. “I'll take can of peas!” Eddie said with a mouthful of Eggo and sitting down on the couch. “We need to discuss a plan.” You were desperate to move the conversation on from you injuring the two men and you just wanted to move on from this whole situation. The second Eddie finished his waffle he took the lead and told everyone where they could get their weapons and how they could get there. “Hey Red, you got a ski mask or bandana? Something like that?” Eddie turned to Max who was unsure when she responded 'yes'. “Suits you.” You looked up at Eddie in the Michael Myers mask that Max had given him that was obviously used for Halloween. “I'm sorry.” Your voice cracked from laughter and you had tears streaming down your face, you couldn't take the tall boy standing over you seriously. “It's all she had.” Eddie said staring down at you through the mask. “It wasn't.” Max chimed in coming up behind Eddie and throwing you a bandana which you tied around your head, hiding your hair so you were somewhat unrecognisable if someone saw you.

“You've got this Harrington,” Eddie turned to Steve who was standing over him while Eddie hotwired the RV you were about to steal. “Don't ya big boy.” You could see Steve was feeling a million things at once with that comment. He let Steve take the wheel and you were sitting down at the table playing with Eddie's lighter which was put to a halt when Steve actually started to drive off, the owners of the RV banging on the side trying to get in. “It's not everyday you lose your house and car in one fell swoop.” Robin commented when Steve made it onto the road. The bumpy ride had smoothed out so you went back to playing with the lighter when a moment of inspiration hit you. “Is there anyway we can get a water pistol?” You swung round in the chair so you were face the front. “We're going to get actual guns and you want a water pistol?” Lucas asked confused. “Trust me.” You said getting up from your seat, looking at an empty shelf in the bedroom that was attached to a wall bracket. “What is Y/N-” Eddie began to question. “I'm going to need candles, something sticky that isn't glue, tin foil and lots of lighter fluid and I mean lots.” You informed everyone in the front of the RV while trying to pull the wall bracket out. After a few tugs it came out sending you backwards into the wall with a loud thud. Robin came in to see what the noise was and saw the shelf hanging off the wall and you on the floor holding the metal wall bracket with a smile on your face. “Jesus Christ.” Robin shook her head helping you off the floor. “It worked.” You swung the wall bracket around in your hand and sat back down in your seat feeling cocky.

There were more than enough supplies for you to make what you needed, Steve was kind enough to get you two large water pistols. You were all in the middle of a field making your weapons for battle. Steve as per your request got you large chain links when he got your other supplies. You were sat on your own making Molotov cocktails now that you had finished with your water pistols, you found a rucksack in the RV which you were going to keep your supplies in for battle. Standing up you had one water pistol in hand and started pumping it, lighting the two candles you pulled the trigger, causing a large flame to explode out the end. “Y/N has a flamethrower and we're here making spears?” You heard Erica shout across the field, everyone's attention turned towards you and stood there with the home made flamethrower resting on your shoulder. “We need them,” You picked up the other and sauntered over to Eddie feeling confident now that you knew it worked and handing it to him. “You got this, don't ya big boy.” You matched his tone from earlier and like Steve you could tell he was also feeling a million things at once.

The plan was in motion, both you and Eddie were standing by for the signal from Erica, the past day or so you had felt scared but this was the first time you felt true fear. You were not sure if you were going to make it out alive or if anyone was. “If we make it out of this alive I swear to god I'm sober.” You mused watching the dark sky not really expecting any response from Eddie who was setting up the amps for the distraction that was needed for the final phase of the plan to go ahead. “Nothing more sobering than interdimensional travel and fighting monsters.” Eddie glanced up at you while finishing to set up the amp. You had sinking feeling in your stomach when Eddie climbed back into the trailer to get his guitar. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in history?” Eddie said passing you the guitar and climbing back up onto the roof. “Always.” You chuckled handing his guitar back to him and trying to suppress the fear you were feeling as it was not useful. The signal was given for Eddie to start playing. “This is for you Chrissy.” Eddie said softly before strumming the first chord of Master of Puppets by Metallica, indicating that you needed your weapons ready and to keep watch for the bats. The bats started to swarm towards you, the feeling of fear tightened in your chest. “30 seconds Eddie!” You yelled over his guitar playing as he reached the solo, he glanced your way to signal he heard you. He didn't look like he was going to stop within the next thirty seconds where he was enjoying himself too much. “EDDIE!” You screamed pulling at him to follow you into the trailer. The swarm of bats hitting the outside, you had your flamethrower at the ready. This time Eddie was pulling you towards the bedsheets so you could make your escape. He helped you up but not even half way up you noticed his attention was elsewhere. “Are you coming?” You shouted at him even though he wasn't paying mind to what you were saying. You let go of the bedsheets and dropped down next to him. “What are you doing?” He yelled, his attention was all over the place. A screech was heard in the trailer indicating they had found their way in. “Shit!” He screamed running towards the vent they made their way through torching them and closing the vent. “Is that the only vent?” You asked feeling panicked, this question made Eddie dart into his room only to find an entire swarm was now in there. “Go.” Eddie instructed, ready to give you a booster up. “You up first.” You were going to be stubborn about this because you could see something in eyes that meant he was going to stay. “We don't have time for this!” Eddie screamed at you trying to make you climb up in anyway he could. “You stay,” You wriggled out his grip. “I stay.” You were not going to give up on this. “Do you want to die right now?” Eddie was getting frustrated with you, you could see it in his eyes. “Do you?” Was your only response. “I don't want to run.” Eddie admitted sounding panicked while the bats were breaking through the door. “There is no shame in it!” You screamed also panicking. “And you can't fight if you are dead.” Eddie nodded in agreement but you weren't leaving until he was through the gate and he wasn't going to put you in anymore danger so he conceded and climbed up. You grabbed a chair that was covered in vines and used that boost yourself up, Eddie catching as you fell through the gate. The second your feet touched the ground you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closely to you. “I think you just saved my life.” He sounded breathless his arms around your waist. “You saved mine, I save yours” You gazed up at him with a smile on your face. “It's only fair.” You gently remove the hair that was stuck on his face. “Only fair.” He repeated cupping your chin gently with one hand, his lips ghosting yours waiting for the green light before he made the next move. It was you that made the next move where you pulled him in for the kiss, it felt like if there was any tension between the two of you it had melted away. Your hands snaked up his neck and into his hair, pulling off the bandana in the process making him bite your lip causing you to let out a slight moan. Both of you were feeling needy but pulled away before anything could go further where you still had to save Hawkins.

The earthquake hit Hawkins while you both made your way to the Creel house, this was when you both saw opportunity. “Dustin do you copy?” Eddie shouted down the walkie talkie, he was met with silence. “Dustin do you copy?” He repeated, this time he was met with a response. “We copy.” Dustin sounded scared himself and Eddie couldn't bring himself to say the next sentence, he looked up at you and handed the radio over to you. “We have to go Dustin.” You said taking Eddie's hand. “Over.” “What do you mean?” Dustin was sounding more confused than anything. “Eddie and I need to leave town and this is our chance.” You explained closing your eyes not wanting to picture how hurt Dustin would be hearing this. “As far as Hawkins is concerned,” Eddie took the radio back from you. “We're dead.” “It doesn't work like that.” Dustin said down the radio obviously hurt. “It's going to have to,” Eddie sighed squeezing your hand. “We'll be in contact when we get to wherever we're going.” He reassured him but that was the best he could do given the circumstances.

You looked at Eddie's new ID and documents which held the name 'Victor Adams' meanwhile yours said 'Y/C/N'. This was thanks to a guy that Rick knew who worked in the government and was able to issue out “new” ID's for the right price, no questions asked. Unfortunately that ate up a good chunk of your savings that you managed to withdraw before you supposedly died, meaning you had to rely on Eddie's savings for the RV; that was significantly cheaper but still ate up a huge chunk. “What are your plans for when we get to LA?” You asked Eddie sinking into your seat, lighting up a cigarette and putting your feet up on the dash watching the world go by. “Get my GED,” He mused. “Work at the Whiskey A Go Go or become a roadie for a band, you?” He briefly turned his attention to you before turning back to the road. “Find us a place that isn't on wheels,” You sighed taking a drag on your cigarette. “Try to get a job at Elektra maybe.” You laughed at the thought of this where you knew you were being slightly delusional. “They hire you and you'll be running Elektra in the next five years.” Eddie didn't take his eyes off the road but managed to take your hand in his. You had no idea how it happened but somehow you and Eddie had managed to fake your own deaths after being on the run, obtained new identities and were travelling cross country to start your new life; but there was something you did know and it was that you wouldn't want it any other way or with anyone else.

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