#Ezra Lyle

[peachy-panic]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time (pt. 3)

Takes place directly after this.

WARNINGS: BBU, power dynamics, talk of corrupt prison system, past noncon

The mug of tea that Ezra made for Jaime sits, cooling and untouched, on the coffee table. Jaime has opted for a spot on the rug, curled in on himself with his knees hugged tight to his chest. Sebastian and Ezra follow suit, of course, sinking down across from him, but it doesn’t escape anyone’s notice—his instinct to place himself on the floor. At least he isn’t kneeling anymore.

Sebastian aches at the sight of his red-rimmed eyes, at the hollowness in his voice, at the memory of him shaking and terrified on the hardwood, forever seared into his temporal lobe. He aches to make this right, and he prays, helplessly, that he hasn’t just watched every brick they’ve laid together crumble before their eyes. 

“Would you like to ask us anything, Jaime?” Ezra begins, and Sebastian is once again grateful to have him here, ever the voice of reason.

Jaime’s swallow is loud enough to sound painful. “You don’t have to explain yourselves to me.”

He’s so closed off like this, even harder to read than usual. Is it resentment in his voice, or defeat? Sebastian doesn’t know how to reach him. 

“I rather think we do,” Ezra counters.

Jaime looks quickly to Sebastian, then down at his knees. “I don’t know what to ask.”

“Okay,” Ezra accepts easily, and Sebastian chimes in with an encouraging nod. “Would it be alright if I asked you a question? With the caveat that you do not have to answer.”

“Okay,” he agrees without looking up. 

“Has Julian—has Handler Hernandez—ever hurt you?”

Jaime’s eyes snap to him then, surprised. Ezra must spot the impending panic that Sebastian sees as well, because he raises a palm to clarify. “I know the rules against speaking about your training. I hope that you can still trust that we will never betray your confidence, but as I said, you don’t have to answer.”

“You…” Jaime begins, then falters. “But he’s your friend. Why would you believe me?”

Sebastian feels like he’s been shot in the chest. 

“You are my friend, too,” Ezra says easily. 

“Your word means everything to me, Jaime,” Sebastian adds. Those brown eyes turn on him, and maybe it’s just wishful thinking that they aren’t quite as guarded this time. “I will always believe you.”

Jaime stares at him. His gaze has never felt so heavy, as if he’s trying to see past the layers of Sebastian’s skin in search of the truth in his promise. Then, slowly, his eyes go unfocused. 

The silence goes on long enough to worry Sebastian. A hundred different possibilities come to mind, spiking his blood pressure. The idea that Jaime is bracing himself to tell them that Julian is, in fact, one of the monsters in his nightmares makes Sebastian want to peel out of the house after him and put his hands around his throat. It doesn’t matter that Julian could probably break Sebastian in half on a good day. If Jaime even implies that Julian has been hiding behind his history with the resistance as a means of abusing trainees under the radar, Sebastian will fucking—

“He didn’t,” Jaime says quietly, pulling Sebastian back to earth. “I… He… He isn’t my primary. We didn’t interact all that often, but when we did…” He shakes his head. “He wasn’t one of the handlers who crossed a line.”

Handlers, plural.

He doesn’t even think that Jaime is aware of the word choice that has sent Sebastian spiraling all over again. Multiple handlers. Multiple handlers have “crossed a line” with Jaime in that facility, a few hundred feet away from where Sebastian works. It’s not… He can’t call it a surprise. He remembers clearly the day in the clinic showers, seeing fresh bruises on Jaime’s skin, marked in places that left no room for questions. And the day in the facility bathrooms, when Sebastian walked in just as a handler was walking out, leaving Jaime alone in a stall. 

And, of course, he has had suspicions about Smith from the day he met him. Watching the way he interacts with his trainees is telling of what might happen behind closed doors. But hearing it out loud sits heavy in his chest. More than ever, he wants to burn that building to the ground with every handler locked inside. 

“That’s… good,” Sebastian manages, even though it’s a disgraceful choice of word.

Ezra nods in agreement, though. “I didn’t expect that he would have, but I wanted to hear it from you,” he says. “I have known Julian Hernandez for a long time, Jaime. I understand how it looks to you right now, but he is a good man.”

“He is one of them.” Jaime looks to Ezra when he says it, a fire in his eyes he has never shown Sebastian, wouldn’t dare turn on the person who holds his contract (or someone he also considers one of them—did he mean handlers or anyone who works there? That’s a spiral for later).

“Yes,” Ezra says evenly. “Officially, he is. And if he wasn’t, I never would have escaped.”

A stunned silence falls over them. Sebastian didn’t know that, either. 

Ezra reaches up to run a finger over the raised scar behind his ear, then looks from Sebastian to Jaime. “He helped remove the tracker himself,” he says. “Without him, we couldn’t have kept the removal undetected. It’s designed to be a bulletproof plan—it can’t be done without someone on the inside taking a risk. He never hesitated to help me.”

Jaime, mirroring him, raises a hand to touch the spot behind his ear where his own tracker is embedded in his skull. Sebastian’s stomach turns at the reminder, and he watches something like terror and wonder pass over his expression. 

“His story is a complicated one,” Ezra says. “I would like to tell you about it, if you’d like to hear it.” 

Jaime nods, and Sebastian leans in, just as eager to hear.

“Julian was in prison before I knew him,” Ezra begins. “He grew up in less than ideal circumstances and got wrapped into the wrong crowd. They got him into a lot of trouble when he was young, but it was all he knew. He was in and out of juvenile detention, and when he turned eighteen, he got a charge that stuck. He was sentenced to twenty years in prison.”  

Sebastian thinks about the playful way Aria nudges her shoulder against Julian’s when they’re together at the table, the way Julian moves so carefully around Ezra, as if he knows his very presence could be a trigger. Sebastian has been wary of him from the beginning, but even still, it’s hard to picture him as a hardened criminal. 

“This all happened right around when WRU was at its most precarious,” Ezra continues. “After the uprisings and public outrage against the Romantic sectors and the stories of extreme abuse coming to light. They were struggling to recover their image enough to stay afloat until the tides turned back in their favor, and they were specifically struggling to employ handlers. Nobody wanted to risk their reputation like that. They tried offering generous sign-on bonuses and increased salaries, but it still wasn’t enough to get them back where they needed to be. 

“Someone had the idea to create a pipeline from the prisons—a program that would train inmates who showed particular strengths and promise to become handlers as part of a contracted term, as an alternative to serving their time. Julian was one of them.”

Ezra looks from Jaime to Sebastian, clocking their looks of mirrored surprise. 

“I know that doesn’t make him clean,” he says. “It was a difficult situation, but it was still a choice that he made. For what it’s worth, he didn’t know much about the system at the time. And more to the point, he regretted it from day one. But backing out of the contract would have added ten years to his sentence. So he stayed.

“Aria met him within his first year. Really, she tracked him down. Pursued him. She had been searching for me for years. She knew I had disappeared into the system—that’s a story for another day. And she knew she needed someone on the inside to get me out. Julian was her way in. The way Aria tells it, he jumped at the chance. By then, he was eager for any way to make a bigger impact for the people suffering in that place.” He turns to Sebastian. “Reminds me of someone else I know.”

“Is that…?” They both turn at the sound of Jaime’s voice. He shrinks back a little at the attention, then clears his throat. “Sorry. Never mind.”

“What is it?” Sebastian says gently.

He opens his mouth, lips moving as he tries to form the words. He can’t look directly at Sebastian when he says, “Is that why you started working there? Because you wanted to help?”

(Okay, so it’s a spiral for right now).

Sebastian blinks. Behind his eyelids, he sees a flash of memory—nearly a year ago, lying on the floor of his apartment with a bottle of wine and an open laptop, looking at the job listing that would change his life forever—and he feels so pathetic. 

He has this sick feeling that if he told Jaime that his reasons for applying were entirely selfless, only for the purposes of helping from the inside, he would believe him. 

Sure, it was always his intention to help as much as he could once he was there, but he knows it would be a magnanimous lie to say it was anything but fear that led him to the WRU website that night. His grace period for loans was up and he was stuck without a job, completely alone in the world. Desperate was the word he would have used for that night. That was before he met people like Jaime, who taught him what real desperation looked like. How could he look him in the eye and say that now?

“I was never trying to be a hero,” he says finally. “I wish I could tell you something different. I guess…” He swallows. “I guess, like Julian, I always intended to help, but it started with a self-serving motivation. I can’t pretend otherwise.”

As the words leave his mouth, he feels so small. Now it is he who has to look down. Somewhere in the course of the past few months, Jaime has become the most important person in his life. He finds it impossible to face his judgment

“Thank you,” Jaime says, surprising him. “For being honest.”

Sebastian shakes his head, feeling a little nauseous. “Please,” he says. “Don’t… don’t thank me.”

“I…” Jaime looks at him, hesitating, then seeming to draw strength from the silent approval on his face. “I never knew what to make of it. Of you being in that place. Sometimes I still…” He shakes his head, closing his eyes. “When you come home, I can smell it on you. That place. And it… It’s hard.”

Guilt eats through his stomach lining, threatening to dissolve him entirely where he sits. I’m going to quit, the thought comes to his head without hesitation. I will quit tomorrow. Right now. I will email in my resignation, no two weeks, no notice. I will never violate Jaime’s home, his safe space, with that nightmare again.

But it’s not that simple, is it? Without his connection to that place, will he jeopardize his chances of renewing Jaime’s contract? Without another job lined up right away, will he be able to pay for it? And what happens to the dozens of other patients he will leave to Greer’s cruel hands?

This isn’t the kind of decision he can make in a split second of emotion. Not anymore. 

From now on, though, he will shower before he leaves work. He will bring an extra pair of clothes and only leave them in the car to change. He can do that much at least. 

“I’m so sorry,” Sebastian says.

“But you did help me,” Jaime says. “You do, I mean, presently. Obviously. I’m… I’m here. But back then, I mean. In the facility. You helped me so much.”

“It never felt like enough.”

“It was everything to me.” The intensity in his words draws Sebastian’s eyes back to his. “You kept me alive in that place. I’m glad you were there.”

It’s hard to take the words at face value when some part of him fears that Jaime is saying them out of some sense of obligation. But the worst thing he can do now is take any more agency away from Jaime by discounting anything he has to say. 

Before he can respond, though, Jaime asks, “You really would have believed me? If I told you that Handler—that your friend had hurt me?”

That requires no hesitation on Sebastian’s part. “I would have killed him myself.”

Jaime stares at him for a few seconds, nods, then finally wraps his hands around the cup of tea on the coffee table. Surely it’s cooled to room temperature by now, but he looks content as he takes a sip. 

“I’d like to say one more thing,” Ezra adds, gracefully ushering himself back into the conversation. “Jaime, nobody brought you here, into this circle, with explicit intentions of doing anything except making you comfortable and happy. Nobody is here to pressure you in any direction, especially with something as risky as this.” Ezra leans forward, fixing him with an earnest stare. “But you need to know that if you said the word, we would move mountains to get you out.”

****

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[pigeon-pit]

~*PIGEON PIT FALL 2024 DATES*~

hey y’all! we’re really stoked to be hitting the road again this fall and play east coast shows for the first time in a long time. come hang out, we’ll be playing new songs, old songs, whatever songs we feel like and have some brand new merch for sale too. we got some really special shows on here! Will update bands and ticket links as time goes on but for the most part shows are pay at the door and all ages! <3

10/14 in Minneapolis, MN at The Artery w/ Erica Lyle & Mold Wine

10/15 in Chicago, IL at Pilsen Community Books w/ Sunday Cruise

10/16 in Indianapolis, IN at Longshot w/ Looter & Passerine

10/17 in Pittsburgh, PA at Mr Roboto Project w/ Frog Legs, No Jane, Cacklin Racket & Rayne Blakeman (https://dltsgdom.ticketleap.com/pigeon-pit-roboto/)

10/18 in Akron, PA at House of Jenk w/ Local News Legend, Joyful Forfeit & Erin Incoherent

10/20 in Brattleboro, VT at Buoyant Heart w/ Harm, Leaf Glitter & Kivimae

10/21 in Brooklyn, NY at Trans Pecos w/ Choked Up & precious human (https://www.venuepilot.co/events/114396/orders/new)

10/23 in Philadelphia, PA at Foto Club w/ Paper Bee & Ezra Cohen (https://dice.fm/partner/4333-collective/event/dk59l6-pigeon-pit-paper-bee-ezra-cohen-23rd-oct-foto-club-philadelphia-tickets )

10/24 in Richmond, VA at Crescent Club w/ Flora and the Fauna and Shotgun Princess

10/26 in Gainesville, FL at Roadhouse w/ Mechanical Canine, Heavy Lag, Shift Meal & the Alleged Band

10/27 in Gainesville, FL - FEST - at Vivid Music Hall w/ Chuck Ragan and the Camaraderie, Tim Barry, Brendan Kelly, Walter Mitty and his MAkeshift Orchestra & Apes of the State (https://www.seetickets.us/event/Vivid-Music-Hall-CHUCK-RAGAN-TIM-BARRY-BRENDAN-KELLY/610483) (18+)

10/28 in Atlanta, GA at Wallers Coffee w/ Dakota Floyd, Official Bard of Baldwin County & Ozello (https://pigeonpitwallers.bpt.me/)

10/29 in Pensacola FL at the 309 Project w/ the Taints & TBA

10/30 in New Orleans, LA at SASS w/ Twisted Teens & TACK (4011 St Claude)

11/1 in Little Rock, AR at River City Coffee w/ TBA

11/2 in Kansas City, MO at Howdy w/ Small Void & TBA

11/4 in Denver, CO at 7th Circle Music Collective w/ Fables of the Fall, Marissa. & Darling Driftwood

[ladykailitha]

Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 8

Hello! It does look like there is only one more chapter to write on Paper Hearts so yay!!! I'm not sure how much longer Sweet Home Indiana is but it's nearing it's end too.

Steve is never going to go to another party after this, Eddie gets book two of the Boy with a Bat, and they have a frank discussion about how Eddie gets paid for his less than legal side gig.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

trigger warning: homophobic language by an OC.

****

At least the swim team knew to how to throw a party. Lyle was hosting and even though his family wasn’t well off, not like Steve’s parents, there was still enough room for the whole team and a few of their friends to have a good time.

Granted there wasn’t any booze, not openly anyway, but there were ice chest after ice chest of canned sodas. And all kinds, too. Steve was on his third Coke and had already sussed out the dude with the beer and was working his way over.

Going right up to the guy was asking for trouble that neither of them wanted.

The music wasn’t too loud, but you could dance to it in the main part of the house. People were actually laughing and having fun.

Which really should have been Steve’s cue. The universe was out to get him and wouldn’t let him have a moment’s peace.

He had almost reached the guy with the beer when Ezra blocked his path.

“Hey, Steve,” he greeted syrupy sweet. “I’m so glad you made it out. I wasn’t sure if you would come without Eddie Munson.”

Steve frowned and tried to move around his co-captain. “I go lots of places without Eddie. I went to nationals without him, didn’t I?”

Ezra put his hand on Steve’s chest to stop him. “Sure you did, but we didn’t win nationals now, did we?”

Steve looked down at the hand on his chest. “We swam our hearts man, the other teams were just better. Hell, that team from Georgia was on fire.”

Ezra snorted and rolled his eyes. “They only got where they were because they were black. They didn’t have any real talent. Not like us. Not like you and me, Steve.”

“Are you saying Lyle and Nick held us back?” he asked with his brow furrowing deeper in his confusion.

“We’ve always known that Lyle is a strong swimmer and not a fast one,” Ezra moaned waving the drink in his other hand around. “But he’s all this shit town has on offer.”

Steve gently pushed Ezra off of him. “Hey, how about not talking shit about the actual host, man.”

Ezra rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he huffed. “That’s not even why I’m over here. I’m here to warn you about Munson.”

And there it was. Everyone in his life had felt the need at some point in the last six months to warn him off the super senior.

The other boy leaned in close, his lips a snarl. “He’s a queer, a little faggot boy,” he hissed, the spit landing on Steve’s face. “It’s the town’s worst kept secret.”

Ice slid down Steve’s spine. Oh shit. Of all the places he thought the other co-captain was going to go, that was not it. Drugs. DND. The ranting on table tops. All that slid away to sheer terror.

“And you better not bend over in the showers,” Ezra continued, “a pretty thing like you would just be his type.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Wha–what do you mean?”

“Everyone knows that if you can’t pay for your weed,” Ezra sneered, “that he’s willing to take a blowjob as payment instead.” He leaned further into Steve’s space, so that they were almost touching, the stench of weed radiating off the other boy in waves. “I saw Harry Masters sucking him off for a gram of the good stuff.”

Steve stomach lurched and swooped, bile rising up in his throat. Harry Masters was on the baseball team. He was tall, good looking, with that devil may care charm of Rob Lowe. Looked like him, too.

“What he does or doesn’t do doesn’t effect me, man,” he said, trying to aim for nonchalant and missing by a mile.

Ezra laughed in his face.

“Dude,” he cackled, “if you didn’t want people to think you’re down bad for ‘the Freak’ maybe rein in the eye fucking. I’ve seen the way you look at him and it makes me sick.”

That was when Steve got it. He had been wondering what the hell this conversation was.

“Oh my god!” he laughed. “Fuck, man, you were scaring me for a second there. You’re just jealous I don’t have the hots for you.”

Ezra pushed him. “The fuck I do, Harrington!”

“No, no!” Steve crowed. “I’ve got it all figured it out. All the times I caught you staring at me, all the times I felt someone watching me, all the times you’d try to keep me late after practice. You wanted me all to yourself.”

His co-captain turned purple with rage and swung at Steve, but before he could even flinch, there was someone at his side, holding Ezra’s wrist to keep the hit from even going anywhere near Steve’s face.

“Eddie!” Steve breathed. “What are you doing here?”

Eddie smiled at him with that soft dimpled grin Steve loved. “Hey ya, Stevie. I was just plying my wares when I heard the commotion and came over to make sure you were all right.”

“So you are my good luck charm,” Steve said brightly.

Ezra wrenched his arm out of Eddie’s hand. “This doesn’t concern you, Freak!”

Eddie leaned in close and cocked his head to the side. “It does, because you were talking shit about me and Stevie, here. And as Stevie’s good friend, I’mma gonna come to his rescue. Now, you’re going to skedaddle on home and sleep all this off.”

Ezra spat in his face. “Or what?”

The older teen just smiled menacingly. “Or else that gram you smoked will be the last you ever smoke, because I’ll report to you for doping for matches.”

Ezra paled and he gulped. “You can’t do that! I’ve never done anything but weed.”

“That’s true,” Eddie admitted. “But they’d have to do this big investigation and your name would be dragged through the mud. Or you could toddle off and go to college and leave this town in your rearview mirror.”

Ezra turned on his heel and ran out of the house as if the hounds of hell were on his tail.

Steve shook his head. “You do know this is where all the allegations about you being a devil worshiping cult leader come from, right?”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “They can think all they want.”

*

Eddie and Steve talked about what Ezra had said about how people make payments for their weed.

“I won’t deny that people have offer to blow me or even have sex with me in exchange for drugs,” Eddie said as they lay curled up on his bed. “But I’ve never taken anybody up on that.”

Steve twisted his head to look up at his boyfriend. “I can’t say I’m not pleased to hear that, but is there a reason why?”

“Several,” he admitted pulling Steve in closer. “One is that there is an actual fucking pandemic going on regarding gay men, and I wouldn’t trust those assholes even with a condoms. Another is that if I say yes to one, then I’ve got to say yes to next guy. And as my supplier wants actual cash for his product, blow jobs aren’t currency in any country I know of. And despite what Ezra said, most of the people offering aren’t men.”

Steve hummed as he snuggled under Eddie’s chin. “I can see that. Any other reasons why you won’t?”

“Does having a super hot boyfriend count?” he chuckled.

Steve kissed the underside of his jaw. “That’s a very good reason.” His hand slipped down his boyfriend’s side and to his belt. “A super hot boyfriend who is very grateful for the rescue.”

Eddie moaned as Steve’s fingers ghosted over his zipper. “Yeah and how are you going to show that gratitude?”

Steve slid down Eddie body and undid his belt. “I was thinking it was such a shame you didn’t get those blow jobs when your cock is so delectable.”

Eddie gasped and threw back his head as his super hot boyfriend’s breath felt hot on the front of his boxers. “God, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”

And Steve spent their evening doing just that.

*

Steve fidgeted nervously at Eddie’s locker after school. He had finished the most recent comic with only a week of school to spare. He had made sure that Jonathan and Nancy weren’t staying after school for any reason so they didn’t see him make the hand off. He knew he should have just done it at the trailer, but with him cutting it so fine before the end of the year, he didn’t want to make Jeff and the others wait for it.

Eddie loped over to his boyfriend and looked around. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay?”

He thrust the comic at Eddie, his eyes downcast. “It’s the most recent comic. There’s an explanation like before. But please don’t let people see that part.”

Eddie cradled the comic to his chest. “I’ll be careful, I promise. I’m guessing this means you aren’t coming over tonight?”

Steve shook his head. “Lucas wants to go see the latest Bond film, but his friends don’t want to go with him...”

“So you offered to take him,” Eddie finished. “That’s sweet of you.”

Steve snorted and shook his head. “His parents think I’m taking him to ‘Meet the Littles’ or some shit like that.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Yeah, that’s more like the Steve Harrington I know and love.”

“I’ll call when I get home, though...” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair.

“Okay,” Eddie murmured. “Well talk then.”

*

This time Eddie went straight to the back page to read the explanation first.

“Hey, Eds,

Again there are parts in between this, parts that don’t include me, that I’ll some day tell you all about. But I’m focusing on the parts I was part of. This time it all started with what the kids thought was a new species of lizard and turned out to be the beginning stages of an Upside Down monster. One they they dubbed the demodog.

I can just picture you frowning as you try to remember where you heard that from and the answer is you heard it from me. You asked me what it was and I told you it from one of their game thingies, but that’s only part of it. These demodogs have flower faces and run on four legs. They are part of a hive mind that allows them to communicate with each other.

Dustin had taken one of these things home and it ate his cat. His cat. You can be disgusted, I know I was. He had originally gone to Nancy’s for help but she had gone off with Jonathan about something related to Barb Holland. This was right after our fight at the Halloween party.

I was on my way with roses to apologize to her, when he intercepted me. And the rest is as they say is history. I would do anything for that kid now.

The other players are Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield. I don’t know if you need to know that, but I feel like you have to understand that for the rest of it to make sense.

I have so many tales to tell you but I can’t because it could get you hurt and that is the last thing I want to do.

Also, (blurred words) show you all the times I was brave, that I did the (more blurred words) when it came (blurred words) because I love you so much and (blurred words again) less of me.

Love,

Your Stevie”

Eddie hated how easy Steve had pegged him for frowning at the name like he said he would or how he knew he would be disgusted at the poor cat. He stared at the blurred words for a moment before his own eyes welled up.

Steve had tried writing over the parts with what were clearly tear drops but all it had done was make it worse. Why he didn’t just write again, Eddie didn’t know.

But Eddie could now make out the words, “Also, I wanted to show you all the times I was brave, that I did the right thing when it came to it, because I love you so much and I didn’t want you thinking less of me.”

He flipped back to the beginning and started reading. It was thrilling and exciting. That was if you didn’t know it really happened. And happened to the sweetest boy he had the privilege of knowing.

He wiped away his tears and made a promise to whatever it took to protect this boy with every fiber of his being. Because by god, someone had to.

****

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[ivyprism]

Noticed your asks were open and thought I'd just slide on in here. 😁

Let me know if this counts.

How would your mafia boys react to a sweet little baker who remembers their order/favorites and has it ready for them everytime they come in? (Or any headcanon you may have)

Thank you!~💜💜

Sharp: He'd be very touched, but he'd try not to look too deep into it for his own sake. He doesn't want this sweet baker to end up getting involved with the kind of business he does.

Button: Well, of course they remember his order! How could they not? He comes in every day! Totally not to see the cute baker he sees there all the time, definitely not!

Nils: Initially, he'd be surprised. He keeps to himself mostly. He'd be touched nonetheless but he'd actually start talking to his new favorite baker!

Savion: Unlike his soft-spoken brother, he talks quite a bit and is very happy his order is remembered. They were already his favorite baker, but they've jumped up to favorite friend.

Spade: He turns up the charm the moment he sees them and realizes they remember. I mean, he already casually flirts with them, but now he's definitely talking their ear off.

Slick: Well, like his brother, the flirting is turned up and he just likes seeing them all flustered. He keeps it polite enough and well, he does offer to get them coffee. Maybe he wants a new friend!

Jasper: "Why is this peasant talking to me-" kidding, of course. He'd be surprised and a bit flustered. But he'd still play it off and talk nicely to them. He'd be a bit moody though.

Iron: He always has a Resting Bitch Face so the baker can't tell if he likes that they remember or not. But he does thank them and he flirts just a smidgen bit before leaving. It's safe to assume he likes it! Roscoe: "Aww, you're as sweet as the baking goods you make." "Are you a dessert? Because holy crêpe!" "You’re berry special to me." And the dessert flirt puns continues.

Commander: A simply and sweet "thank you". Before he rushes out and screeches to high heavens because LORD, he was not expecting his favorite baker to remember HIS order.

Vulture: A flirty "thank you" and a blown kiss. That's it. That's what he does.

Sanguine: A very simple "thank you" followed by him somehow sneaking you his number.

Spider: Resting Bitch Face followed by a "thank you", you cannot tell if he liked it or not. (He did.)

Lynx: Flirting intensifies. I mean he already flirts with you all the time! But you remembered his order.

Ezra: A very cold "thank you". Again, you cannot tell if he likes it or not.

Python: Confused flirting, but he honestly doesn't seem to know how or why you remembered his order. He side eyes you trying to figure you out. He's no one special, after all.

Butcher: He's IMMEDIATELY very touched. He gets all shy and thanks you. He opens up a bit after that, too.

Arsenic: Honestly, he's just touched. He seems very happy and talks to you more as a result. He tends to keep to himself, but now he can't do so with his favorite baker!

Diamond: He flirts quite a bit as a result. He usually keeps to himself nowadays, but he does seem to open up quite a bit from that information being told. Vulpine: He flirts a lot more than Slick ever could. He is really really flirty. But he does thank them, seems very, very touched by it too.

Lyle: Take Roscoe and multiple him by 500. That's how flirty he is.

Boss: Same reaction as Commander, but much more extreme. He proceeds to run from the bakery in a flustered mess.

-H

[zia-zee-bee]

Walking Home

CW: kidnapping, hypnosis

“I’m just saying, Mr. Lyles has no concept of the subject he’s supposed to be teaching,” Ezra says with a large wave on the air. Eden just snorts, her thumbs under her backpack straps. “If we’re supposed to pass this exam, we need to actually be taught the material! This is the third time he’s ranted about how his wife hates him, no one cares!”

“Well, to be far the other students are feeding into his delusions,” Eden points out, her dark eyebrows raised. “If I hear Connor or David talk about how they totally understand what Mr. Lyles is going through one more time I’ll throw up. I’m so serious.”

Ezra huffs a laugh, and bumps his shoulder with his twin’s. “At least we know they’ll fail for sure,” He says. “But we might get good scores.”

“I miss busy work, those are always easy A’s for me,” Eden mutters, reaching a hand to adjust one of her hair buns. “Our books are good sources, right? So if we study using only those we’ll be fine.”

They turn a corner and Ezra pulls out his phone. “Dad says I need to get by four if I want to do an internship today,” He notes drily.

Eden checks the time over his shoulder. “We have plenty of time,” She replies with a warm smile. “Just don’t destroy another file of work and Dad will keep letting you in his company.”

Ezra lets out a betrayed squawk of indignation. “It was one time like, a year ago!” He exclaims, throwing his arms up. Eden giggles and he slaps her shoulders, pouting playfully at himself. “I should push you into running traffic.”

“But you’d die too,” Eden says with a grin, earning a confused look from her brother. She makes witch fingers at him. “Twin magic works again, Ezzy!”

Ezra rolls his eyes, then catches sight of something over Eden’s shoulder. He frowns in suspicion, before blinking as surprise barely has time to filter across his face, and soon his eyes are flutter. He staggers, causing Eden to start asking if her was okay, before the boy collapses against the sidewalk. Eden screams, kneeling down next to him and shaking his shoulder.

“Ezra? Ezra, wake up!” Eden cries out, opening her phone and scrolling through his contacts. “Don’t worry, I’m going to call someone!”

She called their mom, and it immediately went to voicemail. But before she could hang up and try again, someone spoke right in her ear. “Drop the phone.” And she did. It clattered to the ground, Eden frozen in a kneeling position with her arm still out like she was holding it, her eyes wide and staring in the distance, mouth agape.

A girl her age sat in front of her, grinning sharp teeth. “Who are you?” Eden questions, her voice shaky. She couldn’t move her body.

“Your new favorite person,” The girl coos, still grinning, moving to grab Ezra by his arm.

“No! Don’t touch him!” Eden cries out, lunging forward and pushing the girl away, shielding her brother’s body with hers. A car drove by, making Eden grit her teeth, eyes wide with fear.

The girl cups Eden’s face with both hands, turning her head to look at her. “Don’t fight me,” She murmurs, causing Eden to stifle a gasp as her eyes widened more. “We’re going to go home and you’re going to be my new thrall. How does that sound?”

What the actual fuck is she talking about? Eden thought. “No, who are you?” She exclaims, moving to pull her face from the girl’s hands.

But nails dug into her skin and she froze, the girl’s eyes flashing red. “Relax,” She murmurs, eyes abnormally wide and red. “You want to follow me, and you want to listen to me forever.”

Eden felt her body relax, eyes glazing over. A delirious little smile spreads over her face. “R..right..” She mumbles. “For… forever..”

She giggles sleepily and the girl nods, gently pulling the backpack from Eden’s body. She does the same to Ezra, leaving the two bags on the sidewalk as she grabs Ezra and heaves him over her shoulder using one arm. Then she links her other arm with Eden’s and starts walking into an alleyway, Eden stumbling next to her. “Oh you’ll just love my mansion,” The red-eyed girl gushes, her teeth sharp and eyes glittering. “You’ll have all the toys you’ll ever want, and all the food you’d need.”

“That’s.. ni..nice..” Eden mumbles. Ezra was completely knocked out over the girl’s shoulder, eyes shut and body limp.

“And I’ll get to bathe and dress you up like my own life sized dolls!” The girl continues giddily. “Isn’t that just so nice?” Eden dumbly nods, unsure what she was agreeing too. “My name’s Miss Lara.”

That sends a cold wave over Eden’s body, causing her brow to furrow. But one glance from the ruby eyed girl and a wave of pleasure replaced it, making Eden sigh dazedly. She was sure wherever Miss Lara was bringing them would be amazing.

And if someone started yelling Eden and Ezra’s names from the sidewalk an hour later, finding the abandoned bags and phone, the twins were too far away and far too delirious to hear.

Part 1 >>>

[loudwolftraveler]

𝔒ℭ'𝔖 𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱 (Pt.1?)

A/N: Hello, hello! these are the OC's Name List, specifically the names of the original characters i have in my fanfic works so far that may publish here soon. I won't add the main cast of the MFJINX SERIES here yet. There will be more to go but these are the focusing OC that will play a role. More characters will also appear in the future ongoing series. 

OC = Original character.

WORDS: 672

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In another life & history repeat itself characters.

The Main Cast: Husband and wife.

First name of the husband: Amillo Angles Bernadotte.

: The heir of the Bernadotte family.

: The future emperor of Bernadotte Empire.

: The lover of Sophia.

Second name of the husband: Chester Elsher.

: The reincarnation of Amillo Angles Bernadotte.

Wife's name: Sophia Herbert → Sophia Bernadotte.

: The illegitimate child of the duke Herbert from Herbert Household.

: Empress of Bernadotte Empire.

: The lover of Amillo.

The second name of the wife is based on the reader's name.

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MFJINX SERIES: Mystery or Reminiscence?

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World 1 (Arc 1): An Ideal Love For Flawed Pair.

-Main Cast of the Arc 1:

Heroine, Employee: Evelyn Wilson → Hero: Elise Wilson.

1st ML, CEO: Zian Hart

2nd ML, COO (MC): Anthony Mitchell

Antagonist?, Chairman: Cyrus Elrod 

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World 2 (Arc 2): The Mafia's Darling And Her Desires.

-Main Cast of the Arc 2:

Heroine: Natalia Anderson

ML: Liam Ross (R.) Albrecht

ML's Fiance's (MC): Rachel Paterson

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World 3 (Arc 3): On earth, You're Ours to Claim.

-Main Cast of the Arc 3:

Heroine: Eleanor Scott (Got a nickname of "Ellie")

Heroine's Brother: Jacob Scott (Got a nickname of "Caleb")

1st ML (Pride): Ashmit or "Ash" by Eleanor.

2nd ML (Gluttony): Gaurava or "Raj" by Eleanor.

3rd ML (Envy): Livius or "Livi" by Eleanor.

4th ML (Lust): Sharnaz or "Arna" by Eleanor.

5th ML (Greed): Isidore or "Isis" by Eleanor.

6th ML (Sloth): Morey or "rey-rey" by Eleanor.

7th ML (Wrath): Ursula or "Silas" by Eleanor.

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World 4 (Arc 4): A world without you.

-Main Cast of the Arc 4:

Heroine: Diana Winfred

ML: Jeremiah Stewart (Subject-099, Nicknames: "Jerry" or "Jeremy")

Side character & The Villain? (MC): Emrin Reid (Subject-0100)

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Your heart never belongs to anyone, not even me & A weird dream upon knowing everything.

Hellion Bruesewitz

Liliya Chiara (Cherly Rae possessed this character's body)

Eloise Chiara (step sister)

Isaac Ryder

Winter Grace

Xianna Bruesewitz (The Novel Mc, the daughter of both Eloise and Hellion)

Cheryl Rae (Mc)

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Sweet Lies (Ocs x oc) (SERIES)

Mentioned:

Ezra Darius

Sylvia Hensley

Cosette Hwang (Mc)

Characters will introduce later:

Ethan Colton

Luka Thomson

Amir Hansley (Older brother of Sylvia)

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I would fall in love with a dominant woman like you. (M!Oc x Reader)

Huizhong Asrava

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The world I never wanted to be (Hsr SERIES) (X Gn!reader)

Benjamin Sylvester

Shin Keiko

Ji-hun

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The old tale about once heroes. (SERIES, Miraculous ladybug concept idea) (Ocs x Oc)

Daughter: Magdalena or "Lena" Beaumont (Mc)

Papa: Zion Beaumont

Mama: Madeleine Wynn → Madeleine Beaumont.

Death son?: Theodore or "Theo" Beaumont

And more...

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Reincarnated as a love interest but I dislike the heroine. (Ocs x M!Oc) (SERIES)

Heroine: Daphne Swega

1st ML: Dylan "Sullivan" (The character the mc possessed.)

2nd ML: Isaac Lyle

3rd ML: Mike Andre

4th ML: Max Cecilia (C.) Adonis

5th ML: Helen Henry *Also known as "kierian"

6th ML: Alastair Raven

MC's Family

Older Brother: Chris Adler a.k.a Xavier Zack [Chris Z. Adler] (The mc)

Sister: Kristen Z. Adler

Father: Elijah Zack (Z.) Adler

Mother: Iris Z. Adler

Scarlett Thatcher (Chris' female best friend, also his close confidant in both his model and YouTube/Steamer career.) 

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That's all, as i told you on my conversation, there's more but i stil don't feel shy to publish those :') Hopefully if I am able to complete those and have a little confidence, i might be able to share those. Btw One is full of scenarios from the romance manhwa while the other one has parts.

Also from the sweet Lies, the prologue is done, probably around corner :)  

Yesterday i was scrolling to the youtube watch few videos here and there, then one of the video make my brain have a new idea 💀 PleAse T-T I can't have more ideas cuz my works will pile up T-T 

(I will write that idea now--)

- July 5

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Linda May

Damien's Second Queen Linda May (2020)

The second woman to marry and have children with Damian. The second woman to divorce him too, Linda's smarter than Damian says and a lot wiser than her age. Damian's biggest mistake was underestimating her.

"He calls himself 'The King of Hell' because he knows he's evil."

Name

Full Legal Name: Doctor Linda Freya May

First Name: Linda

Meaning: Originally a mediaeval short form of Germanic names containing the element 'Lind' meaning 'Flexible, soft, mild'

Pronunciation: LIN-da

Origin: English, German, Dutch, Italian, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Icelandic, French, Latvian, Finnish, Estonian, Hungarian, Czech, Slovak, Germanic

Middle Name: Freya

Meaning: From Old Norse 'Freyja' meaning 'Lady'

Pronunciation: FREY-a

Origin: Norse Mythology, English, German

Surname: May

Meaning: Derived from the given name 'Matthew', which is the English form of 'Matthaios', which was a Greek form of the Hebrew name 'Mattityahu' meaning 'Gift of Yahweh', from the roots 'Mattan' meaning 'Gift' and 'Yah' referring to the Hebrew God

Pronunciation: MAY

Origin: English

Alias: N/A

Reason: N/A

Nicknames: Linzie, Lin

Titles: Doctor, Dr, Miss, Ma'am

Characteristics

Age: 59

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: British

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: July 4th 1961

Symbols: Stethoscopes

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Latin

Relationship Status: Divorced, Dating/Engaged

Astrological Sign: Cancer

Theme Song (Ringtone on Damian's Phone): 'Bad Case of Loving You (Doctor Doctor)' - Robert Palmer

Voice Actor: Dame Maggie Smith

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Barnstaple, Devon, England

Current Location: Barnstaple, Devon, England

Hometown: Barnstaple, Devon, England

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Ginger

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) None

Piercings: Ear Lobe (both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Marion Kay

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: N/A

Closest Confidant: Marion Kay

Mentor: N/A

Significant Other: Percival Fear (60, Boyfriend)

Previous Partners: Damian Lum (61, Ex-Husband)

Parents: Ezra May (79, Father), Dulcie May (80, Mother, Née Gary)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Cynthia Colt (56, Sister, Née May), Burgundy Cook (53, Sister, Née May), Azalea Dale (50, Sister, Née May)

Siblings-In-Law: Zephaniah Colt (57, Cynthia's Husband), Yeruslan Cook (54, Burgundy's Husband), Wright Dale (51, Azalea's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Virgil Colt (36, Nephew), Kenya Colt (37, Virgil's Wife, Née Dean), Undine Dane (33, Niece, Née Colt), Lyle Dane (34, Undine's Husband), Tyler Colt (30, Nephew), June Colt (31, Tyler's Wife, Née Duke), Susanna Colt (27, Niece), Ryker Colt (24, Nephew), Precious Colt (21, Niece), Otto Colt (18, Nephew), Nova Colt (15, Niece), Moses Colt (12, Nephew), Luna Colt (9, Niece), Ithiel Cook (33, Nephew), Zuleika Cook (34, Ithiel's Wife, Née Dyer), Hope Dunn (30, Niece, Née Cook), Yale Dunn (31, Hope's Husband), Grover Cook (27, Nephew), Flora Cook (24, Niece), Ezekiel Cook (21, Nephew), Dulcibella Cook (18, Niece), Cyrus Cook (15, Nephew), Bryony Cook (12, Niece), Asher Cook (9, Nephew), Xenia Earl (30, Niece, Née Dale), Percy Earl (31, Xenia's Husband), Woodrow Dale (27, Nephew), Verity Dale (24, Niece), Uzziel Dale (21, Nephew), Trinity Dale (18, Niece), Stuart Dale (15, Nephew), Rose Dale (12, Niece), Peregrine Dale (9, Nephew)

Children: Ulysses May (38, Son), Ourania Fenn (35, Daughter, Née Fear-May), Noah Fear-May (32, Son), Monica Fear-May (29, Daughter), Luke Fear-May (26, Son), Kelia Fear-May (23, Daughter), Jonah Fear-May (20, Son), Irene Fear-May (17, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: Kestrel May (39, Ulysses' Wife, Née Coy), Jett Fenn (36, Ourania's Husband), Ireland Fear-May (33, Noah's Wife, Née Gibb)

Grandkids: Earl May (18, Grandson), Jane May (15,Granddaughter), Flint May (12, Grandson), Imogen May (9, Granddaughter), Humphrey Fenn (15, Grandson), Grace Fenn (12, Granddaughter), Fulton Fenn (9, Grandson), Eve Fear-May (12, Granddaughter), Durward Fear-May (9, Grandson)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Backstory: Linda married Damian while attending medical school, divorcing him after giving birth to Ulysses and seeing how distant Damian had become from her. She continues to be a doctor and has since moved on with her boyfriend/fiancé Percival.

Trivia: None of note

[sllowshow]

ok list time

next gen

levi nilsen

ezra, zoe, or maisyn hanna

tatum booker

wade, lyle, or tyson mccormick

colson or mavrick farb

cleo nilsen

cody meyers

iris maldonado

olive walker

maren or conrad reid

estelle durbin

lionel kuhn

cecelia shepard

siblings

graciela ruiz

chloe loveday

samuel miller

waverly foster

ezekiel quiroz

raphael cabrera

tessa allard

davey nash

jasmin navarro

lorelei wolfe

misc

any!!

[wixenhq]

any fc recs for a viktor krum?

hi b! we answered an ask about this just last night but to flesh that list out a bit for you; kodie murphy, jorge diaz, noah lyles, ravi goswani, jurgen locadia, josh heuston, tommy martinez, jordan calloway, daniel ezra, johnny edlind, chase mana kai, kola bokinni, zarruecos & mason gooding or whoever else you have in mind !

[peachy-panic]

How did Ezra end up with WRU? 😭

Hes too pure for this world

WARNINGS: BBU, adoption, child neglect, drinking mention

Aria was nine years old when the Lyles brought her home a big brother.

Ezra didn’t talk much. Hardly at all. But Aria didn’t mind, because she didn’t like talking all that much either. Sometimes she thought that was why the Lyles picked her.

She had been living there for two years already, which sort of made her feel like the older of the two, even though Ezra was three years older and a few inches taller. She wanted to be his friend, because it was lonely being in the big house with no other kids. But every attempt she made to bond with him was met with cold, prickly avoidance.

Ezra got in trouble a lot. He yelled sometimes when he got angry. Threw things, broke things. He was angry most of the time. The Lyles liked to remind him how lucky he was to have the life they gave him, and Ezra liked to remind them that they were not his parents. Though they both knew, legally, that wasn’t true.

Aria got angry a lot, too. But she kept hers quiet.

She was eleven the first time she caught Ezra drinking. He told her she could go tattle to the Lyles, that he didn’t care, but the thought hadn’t even occurred to her. Their adoptive parents were mean to Ezra. Why would she want to make it worse for him?

He didn’t believe her. But over time he must have realized that she meant it. That Aria wasn’t the same as them, that she could be trusted.

They became close after that. For a few years, they were inseparable. Aria taught him how to braid her hair, something her grandma had showed her when she was young, and he would help her in the mornings before school. Ezra taught her how to play the guitar, which she liked much more than the piano lessons the Lyles forced her to take.

She asked him to stop drinking one day. And for a while, he did.

Things got bad again when they were in high school. Ezra got around a bad group of friends and started drinking again. His anger got worse. Harder for him to manage. He told Aria once that he didn’t like being the way that he was, that he felt out of control. But the more angry he got, the more their parents tried to box him in, and he got angrier still in return. An embarrassment, they called him when he acted out in front of company. Ungrateful.

Ezra told them he shouldn’t have to be grateful for something he never wanted in the first place.

Aria was fifteen when her big brother disappeared.

He’s eighteen, her parents told her. The police can’t search for someone who wanted to go missing. Even though Aria knew how much the police liked the Lyles and their money, so they probably would have looked anyway, if they’d asked.

She knew they never asked. That they never would.

It didn’t take long to realize that Ezra hadn’t run away on his own.

Aria was nineteen when she found out what really happened to her brother. The anger she had held back for most of her life rushed to the surface, but she had to keep it in check. She had to be smart and use that anger in the right way, at the right time.

It would take her years, and it would take her to places she didn’t expect, but she knew in that moment she would do whatever it took to get her brother back.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Ezra Lyle Barnes

[ladykailitha]

Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 2

Hey, hey! I told you you'd see more this story soon.

In this one, Nancy and Steve butt heads, and Eddie and Steve talk about having to hide their relationship. Then it gets a little spicy.

Part 1

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

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Going to regionals proved to be a sticking point between him and Nancy. Every time she got within speaking distance it was all she would talk about. Even sweet, patient Jonathan was starting to get annoyed.

That strange limbo of a week after state and a before regionals it all finally came to a head.

“All I’m saying is that the money could go to the arts,” Nancy said when Eddie, Steve, and Jonathan all rolled their eyes.

“The swim relay team going to regionals is a big deal,” Steve huffed. “It’s unprecedented. A school of Hawkins’ size has never made it to regionals. In fact Couch Hall was saying that we might even have a chance at nationals. Like a really good chance. We could break records. Lyle, Nick, and Ezra have good chances of being scouted to college teams. Hell I have a good chance of being scouted.

“But I’m talking specifically about them because they need the scholarship to get into the nicer schools. Why can’t you let this little vendetta against the swim team getting to go to regionals go? I’m sorry funding was cut to the newspaper. I am. But stop blaming the four of us for it.”

He slammed his locker and strode away leaving a very stunned trio in his wake.

Eddie licked the bottom of his lip. “Look, I’m not going to pretend I understand why he’s still friends with either of you,” he turned to Jonathan with a nod, “no offense, man.”

Jonathan scoffed. “None taken. Honest.” He held up his hands to show he meant no harm.

Nancy stomped her foot. “It’s none of your business.”

Eddie leaned over her. “Now that’s where you’re wrong, Steve will always be my business and if you can’t let this sports thing go, maybe avoid him until it’s over.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like you care about sports anymore than I do.”

“You’re right,” he said with a menacing growl. “I don’t care about sports, but I sure as hell care about Steve. He wants to be happy about making it to regionals, but you won’t let him. Knock it off.”

“Fine.”

“You’re a smart girl, if you want more money funded to the arts,” Eddie said, “you’ll find a better way then by harassing your ex.” He turned on his heel and went off to find Steve.

*

If Steve avoided his locker for the next week, with Eddie or Jeff getting his stuff for him, his friends wisely said nothing. Eddie wasn’t sure if Nancy had taken his advice or if Steve was successfully dodging her, but it didn’t matter because he feel the change come over Steve like a warm welcoming blanket. He was focused on the upcoming meet and practicing every day after school with relay team and was happier then in had been in a long time.

Eddie also tried to push down the jealousy that boiled up in his stomach every time he saw Nick or Lyle sharing a joke with Steve as they walked out from practice to him waiting for them in the parking lot.

The only thing that kept Eddie from marching over there and staking his claim was that Steve would say goodbye as soon as he spotted Eddie. They could be in the middle of the greatest discovery known to man, but as soon as Steve saw Eddie in the parking lot, he would say his goodbyes and trot over to where he would be standing outside his van.

Once they were on their way, Eddie asked, “What do you tell them about me picking you up from practice?”

Steve took a deep breath. “I told them my car wasn’t working and that I had to wait until my parents were home again to get it fixed.”

“And when it suddenly works again next week?” Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow.

Steve grinned. “Miraculous!” He waved his hands in the air.

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

Steve took his hand. “I know this is hard for you and I want you to know it’s hard for me too.” He played with the singular ring on Eddie’s right hand.

“Yeah?” Eddie breathed.

“I don’t know if you ever had to witness the trainwreck of my relationship with Nancy,” he murmured, “but I’m super touchy-feely boyfriend. I Iike kissing by my locker, I like picking them up and spinning them around as a greeting, I like touching them in some way, like all the time. And that I can’t with you is killing me.”

Eddie pulled off to the side of the road. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you say something?” He had been feeling like he was alone in his fears, but hearing Steve’s confession cracked open something in him. A protective instinct to hide this boy away from every bad thing in the world.

Steve continued to play with the ring. “I didn’t want you to think I was being too clingy.”

Clingy.

That word. That horrible little word. It was final. He was going to go over to Nancy’s Wheeler’s house and forcibly make her apologize to Steve for every little thing he could think of. She took the sweetest, goofiest little dork and broke him to the point he lost all confidence in himself.

Steve had been firm that there was bad blood on both sides of his former relationship with Nancy Wheeler, but Eddie still had a hard time seeing that scales were anything but unbalanced in favor of Steve coming up roses. Like literal fucking roses. Steve had said that he had gotten sidetracked by Dustin when he went to apologize to her for their fight, and he had bought actual fucking roses. That girl did not deserve Steve in the slightest.

Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand and held it tightly in his. “Baby, have you met me? I make literal koalas look standoffish. But it is going to be way harder for you then for me. I’m used to people thinking the absolute worse about me. I don’t like it, but it’s a fact of my existence.” He brought Steve’s fingers to his lips. “You, on the other hand, went from...”

Eddie closed his eyes. “I don’t want to say being able to get away with anything. Because even I know that’s bullshit. But it was pretty damn close. And now you’re off the basketball team and they didn’t even make it to district finals much less state because you weren’t there. You’re still making waves with the swim team–”

Steve giggled.

“Laugh it up, smart ass,” Eddie snarked. “You knew what I meant.”

Steve ducked his head. “I know, but listening to you always makes me happy inside and that was too delicious a pun to pass up.”

“I make you happy, baby?” Eddie murmured, leaning across the center console.

Steve nodded, his blush tinting more than just his cheeks red. The flushing skin went from the tips of his ears all the way down that delicious column of throat.

“You make me happy, too,” Eddie breathed. “But the point I was trying to make is that I’m used to sneaking around, even if I don’t like it anymore then you do. It’s going to be a lot harder for you, and it’s something I’m going to have be reminded of once in a while, okay?”

Steve smiled, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

“Now come on,” Eddie said, pulling back into traffic. “I need to get you to my place, because Uncle Wayne isn’t home and I would really, really like to hear all the pretty sounds you make when you’re in my bed.”

Steve ducked his head.

“I need to see how far down that blush goes,” Eddie growled.

“Then you better step on it,” Steve whispered, lowering his eyelids and looking up at him through his eyelashes.

Eddie hit the gas and prayed to the traffic gods that a cop didn’t pull them over as he shifted in his seat to try get his erection to shift so it wasn’t so painful against his zipper.

*

They were barely through the door when they fell all over each other. Hands and mouths seeking their favorites spots on each other’s bodies. They grasped at the clothes that became a barrier to their want. By the time the backs of Steve’s knees hit the edge of Eddie’s bed, Steve was only wearing one loose sock and Eddie was completely naked.

“Baby,” Steve whispered. “I need you.”

Eddie let out feral growl as he bullied Steve onto the bed, tossing the sock over his shoulder. “Thinking of you in that skimpy little Speedo, water dripping down your toned, tan chest as you exit the pool, gets me so hard baby.”

Steve grinned. “You like that?”

Eddie grounded his cock into Steve’s and Steve let out a breathy moan. “It’s why I haven’t been able to actually watch you practice, Stevie. You’re practically sin on legs when you look like that.”

“If I’m sin, Eds,” Steve whined, “then you’re the devil himself.”

“Sap,” Eddie teased. He pecked a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. “God, I love you so much.”

Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie’s neck, slipping underneath the curtain of curls. He pulled him closer. “I love you, too.”

Their bodies moving in time with their breath. Hands clasped together as Eddie continued to make the most delicious sounds come out of Steve. Breathy moans, little gasps, his name bubbling from those kissable lips. Eddie devoured each one. And then with one final shuddering gasp Steve came. Eddie swallowed that one, too before his own release came with a grunt.

Eddie got up and cleaned them off. He then slid into the bed next to Steve.

Steve pulled him close, so they were cuddling, Eddie’s head resting on his chest.

“I’m sorry you can’t be as affectionate as you want in public, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “Does it ever...I mean do you ever–”

Steve squeezed him tightly. “Never. You keep saying how hard it is for me and while that’s true up to a point, there is no doubt in my mind that this is worth it.”

Eddie raised his head. “Yeah?”

Steve kissed him deeply. “Always.”

****

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Just a little heads up for this story, the first part of this story is NOT Nancy friendly. She feels vindicated about cheating on Steve because he is gay and really takes it out on him. Nancy and Jonathan also don't know that Steve wrote that comic book for Eddie and Eddie is more aware then they think he is.

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#4

If It Isn't You / Part 2

Shawn Mendes x reader. Word Count: ~3.1k Warnings: A little bit of everything. Angst, fluff, slight smut. A/N: If you haven't yet read "If It Isn't You", you may want to. I hadn't originally planned on turning IIIY into a two-parter, but this request felt too perfect. It might not be exactly what you had in mind, Anon, but I hope you like it just the same. I know I haven't posted anything for awhile so be easy on me, yeah? 😜

/// ❤️ \\\

Four years later…

Aura barreled into her nana and papa’s house, straight for her auntie Aaliyah, who scooped her up and peppered kisses all over her face.

Shawn trailed behind, a sleepy Ezra in his arms. He gave his mum a one-armed hug.

Karen reached for the three-year-old to take him from her son and immediately noticed how warm he was. “Poor baby.”

“No nausea, but no appetite either. His fever is at 101. I gave him some Tylenol, and I’ve been pushing fluids. Water, juice, Pedialyte, whatever he’ll drink.”

Manny stepped up beside them and placed one hand on Shawn’s shoulder, gently squeezing, while the other tenderly rubbed his grandson’s small back.

“Y/n told me I could leave him home with her for a few hours, but she’s supposed to be on bed rest. He probably would have just slept beside her the whole time, but I would have worried all evening.”

“You didn’t have to come to dinner this week at all, bub,” Karen said.

“Y/n insisted,” Shawn smirked, with a roll of his eyes. “She’s annoyed with me for being a ‘mother hen’ and said a few hours of quiet would help her not smother me in my sleep tonight,” he chuckled. “I got her all set up and Mia is on call.”

“How’s she doing?” Aaliyah asked, approaching her family, Aura perched on her hip.

“Better than I am, or so it seems,” Shawn said with a soft huff. “I don’t think she’s letting me see the full truth of it. There were no complications with the twins and she was active up until the day they were born. She’s used to being independent and completely immersed in Ez and Aura’s routines, and I know it’s affecting her that she has to stay still and depend on me more than she feels is fair. We’ve always been a team, and to have to watch from the sidelines has been hard for her.

"She’s easily irritated and reacts in her frustration and then she feels guilty when she bites at me.”

Aura unexpectedly launched herself at Shawn and when he caught her, she clung to him, little arms around his neck. “Hey monkey,” he murmured, giving her a squeeze and a kiss. He realized that this conversation might not be best to continue in front of your baby girl. “Should we help Nana finish getting dinner ready?” he asked, shifting gears. She nodded but still wouldn’t loosen her hold on her daddy.

Aura watched as Nana gave Ezra to Papa, and as Papa carried Ezra to the living room couch to lay him down. She screwed her little face into a scowl. She didn’t like how everyone was fussing over her brother. It made her belly feel funny.

She felt better when she was helping Nana with dinner and watching Daddy and Auntie Liyah tease each other while they got the table set, especially when Daddy kept asking his ‘prettiest and goofiest and specialest girl’ which dishes and cups and napkins would be best.

///

Sitting at the table without a spot set for Ezy, listening to Daddy and Papa and Nana and Liyah talk about things she didn’t fully understand, Aura missed Ezy. She had always had her brother to talk to when the grownups were talking.

But even though she missed Ezy, she also didn’t like him right now because dinner kept getting cut up by someone always going and coming back and forth to check on him, even though he was sleeping.

She felt as small as an inchworm. Her little body would scrunch up tight until someone would ask her a question and then she’d stretch when it was her turn to talk. Too soon and everyone would go back to stupid grownup talk and she’d… scrunch.

Aura’s belly, and now her eyes too, started getting all twisty again. She stood from her seat without Daddy telling her she could be excused and with mean fists she stomped her foot before bolting from the room.

She almost ran back to tell Daddy she was sorry for not asking if she could be done, because the worst thing of all was when Daddy was ‘disappointed’, but her skin felt too itchy.

///

Shawn found your daughter in his old bedroom, where she was stuffing things into her extra dance bag. Karen and Manny had transformed it into a room for their grandbabies with two small beds, drawers full of clothes, and bins full of toys.

He paused in the doorway. “What are you doing, monkey?”

“I’m runnin’ ’way,” Aura said, giving her daddy the angriest face she could muster, but Shawn could also see the tears in eyes so much like yours.

Shawn knelt down before her and tugged gently on one of her braids. “I wish you didn’t feel like you need to leave. I’d sure miss you. Mommy too. And Nana and Papa, and Auntie Liyah,” he continued, looking over his shoulder where they were all now hovering.

“And what about Auntie Mia, and Uncle Brian, and Grumpy and Gran? Miss Annie, Ms Kelly, Jacob and Clara and Tess would all be worried if you didn’t go to school. But who would miss you the very most?”

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#3

Aw, Nuts

NSFW 18+ / Minors, please DNI…

Word Count: ~4.8k Notes: I had fun with this one, until I didn't, and then again when I did. 😜 Some angst, smut, and some fluff. Didn’t stick to the request exactly. Let’s be honest, no sexy time for three months? None at all? Come on, it’s Shawn. 😝 I haven’t written present tense for awhile, so please forgive any mistakes you might see... Might be a bit before I get to another request. I’ve been neglecting my OC series, so I’m going to try to finish the next part of that before I sift through my asks again. As always, likes are wonderful, but reblogs are better, and comments are cherished. 💕

* ❤️ *

You scrutinize yourself in your full length mirror.

You’re wearing a blush colored, lace bodycon dress and the most comfortable of the cutest heels you own for a night out with your boyfriend.

You screw your face and huff, “Am I not attractive? Am I not sexy?”

“Of course you are, darling,” your best friend, JJ, hums distractedly.

“You would fuck me if you were straight, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat, Sweetie,” he mumbles.

You glance over your shoulder. The other occupant of your apartment is sideways in the plush armchair in the corner of your bedroom, his eyes not on you, but his phone screen.

His inattention further frustrates you. “Bitch, enough with the damn phone. I’m in the middle of a crisis here! I need your attention more than whatever sugar daddy you’re flirting with on Grindr.” You stomp across the room and yank his phone from his hands.

“What the hell?!” He snatches his phone back but wisely shoves it in his pocket and sits up properly. “All right. You have my undivided attention. What’s the goddamn crisis?”

“Shawn.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Shawn?”

You pout. “We’ve been dating for three months and we still haven’t had sex.”

“Wait, what??” JJ thought you were keeping your sex life private for Shawn’s sake, being who he is; he hadn’t ever thought there might not be a sex life to talk about.

“What am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. He is wild about you. He looks at you like you hung the moon, and the stars.”

“Well then, what the hell?” you grumble.

“You’re not usually shy in taking what you want. Direct the outcome.”

“You think I haven’t tried? You do know that my boyfriend is one of the hottest men in the world, right?”

“Well aware, thank you,” JJ snickers. “Are you getting any kind of action? Come on, spill.”

“We have really hot makeout sessions.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the marks left behind,” he mutters.

“He loves my tits.”

“You do have phenomenal tits.”

‘We’ve gotten really good at second base… But when I try to stick my hand down his pants, he puts the brakes on.”

“I think the better question is, what’s wrong with him?”

You give JJ a little shove, by his face, and chuckle softly before you sigh again. “I miss sex. I really, really like sex.”

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#2

If It Isn't You

Shawn Mendes x female reader.

Secondary (anon) prompt: "There are two steady heartbeats."

Word Count: ~6.2k ( HOLY CRAP! )

Warnings: Angst to fluff.

A/N: You should all know by now that I can't seem to write a short story, but even I'm shocked! 😜 This is the first time where I’m fusing two requests because they work well together. I always proofread, always more than once, but if I’ve missed anything, please forgive me. I hope you all like it!!

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You weren’t sure how to feel as you looked at the little window of the third pregnancy test you had taken, only to see a third plus sign. Granted, the first test you took you may have taken too soon after missing your period so you couldn’t be certain it was a true positive. Or maybe you were just too terrified at the time to entertain the thought of what it would mean.

When you started puking up your guts one morning a week later, and then again every morning thereafter, you took two more. And now you had no choice but to accept your fate.

You had always been safe. Or thought you had. You tried to recollect if there had been a time when you had been careless or impulsive, or if there had been any concern about a broken condom.

There was no question you would be keeping your baby. That was the easiest of the decisions you would have to make going forward. The most difficult? Do you tell Shawn?

Your globetrotting, world famous, now ex- boyfriend. The man you had believed, with every ounce of your existence, was meant to be your happily ever after. You had even made it to the stage in your relationship where you thought he was close to proposing.

You had weathered so much together, navigating his fame and everything it had entailed, including periodic bouts of social media brutality. You stood by each other through it all because it was worth it. Or so you promised, whispering affirmations of love and devotion into the skin and mouths of one another in those quiet moments when you shut the world out.

You still couldn’t comprehend how it all went so wrong, so quickly. You had had your share of healthy arguments and fights, but you had always worked through them after a brief cooling off period, neither of you wanting to ever go to bed angry, and it had only made you stronger. But this fight, the fight that had ended you, was something else entirely.

Abrupt, dizzying. Sharp, and unceasing. Surging, spiraling, and climactically, an explosion. He had stormed out of his condo, fiercer than a hurricane, your condo, after he had asked you to move in five months earlier, and you had been left alone with your anger and anguish, and exhausted to your very bones. He hadn’t returned that night, and had stayed gone for another 24 hours without so much as a text to tell you where he was or when he would be home. It was Brian who’d had the decency to let you know that Shawn was at least alive.

By the morning after that your things had been packed and you had left to stay with your ex-boyfriend, the ex before Shawn, and still good friend, Luke, in his guest room.

There were other friends you could have asked to temporarily house you, but you knew choosing Luke would aggravate Shawn the greatest, and at the time you had been enraged (and worried sick) by his… abandonment.

Shawn had never forbidden you from having certain friends or for spending time with who you wished to, he wasn’t that kind of man, but Luke had frequently been a point of contention between you, even though you had always taken Shawn’s feelings into consideration and limited your interaction with the other man who loved you.

The longer you stayed in Luke’s house, the guiltier you felt. And once enough time had passed where you realized Shawn wasn’t coming to apologize and bring you home, that’s when you knew it was over. You blamed yourself then, wondering if you had found anyone else but Luke to take you in, would Shawn have come for you then? Had you made the biggest mistake of your life by throwing that in his face?

Luke would have let you stay indefinitely, but you couldn’t offer him even a sliver of hope that your feelings for him might regress to what they were before Shawn, now that you were no longer with Shawn. You had loved Luke, but never like you loved Shawn. You would never be able to love anyone the way you loved your tall, curly-headed, big-hearted, Canadian boy.

So, you had quickly, fortunately, found a sublet, a small studio apartment, which would do until you figured out what your future would look like without Shawn in it.

You sighed heavily, wearily.

Shawn deserved to know he was going to be a father and to choose how much he wanted to be involved in your child’s life, but you were still hurting, aching, and keeping it from him, as spiteful as it might be, would serve him right.

He had moved on so fast. Faster than anyone should have after ending a significant, more than two-year relationship. Your heart had not only been broken but had been ripped from your chest.

Shawn was only two weeks into the first leg of Tour, and he already had some girl trailing after him all over Europe. That should have been you, was supposed to be you.

Tears fell from your eyes, streaking your cheeks; you didn’t even bother wiping them away. You had already cried so much, you were surprised you had any tears left.

You told yourself you had time to decide when and how to tell him, for you would wait until he returned from Tour. This was something he didn’t need distracting him until he had time to truly digest it.

Six weeks. Six weeks to summon the courage to face him without falling to pieces.

In the meantime, you would need to make an appointment with an obstetrician, and then start looking for something bigger than a studio.

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