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[leavingautumn13]

finally made a height chart for these guys since i've been drawing them a lot

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[twola]

Would it be possible to get some high honor!Arthur x reader thigh riding? 👀 Love your characterization of him!!

Y'all want the heck out of this specifically. I have three requests for the same thing! Here you go😚

Thank God for Whiskey

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI ➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link

Thank God for whiskey.

No, specifically, Arthur Morgan wants to thank a God he had never thought much of to bless him with whiskey tonight. It’s warm in his belly - the calmness of slight inebriation coursing through veins.

Your blush-stained cheeks are downright adorable as you reach toward him, leaning against that tree. He was not in the most social of moods tonight, smoking a cigarette further away from the campfire than usual. You float to him, your path not quite a straight line, but your eyes shine with just the right amount of gaiety.

"Mister Morgan, why are you out here by y'self?" Your foot glances against a root of the large tree and you stumble forward, and immediately Arthur drops his cigarette to catch you, his hands quickly circling your waist, steadying you and helping you to stand again.

"Watch out there, sweetheart. Almost took a tumble there."

"Nuh-uh, you caught me." You laugh, your hands moving to grip his forearms, "Knew you would."

"Now that's puttin' quite a bit of faith in me." He retorts, but does not remove his hands from you. You do not remove your hands from him.

"Some goddamn faith." Your voice lowers to imitate the boisterous leader of the gang, but you can barely finish the sentence without devolving into giggles.

Arthur snorts, half a grin sliding across his face.“C’mon, should get you to bed there.”

"Nooo, come with me. Wanna show you somethin."

Somehow, some way, you’ve dragged him further away from the campfire, back a bit into the woods. You point to a fallen log in the small clearing and he chuckles as he follows your order.

"Now what did you want to show me?" Arthur groans softly as he sits, his back sore from a day in the saddle.

You smile, stepping closer to where he perches.

"Nothin, just wanted to do this." You lean in immediately, before he can recoil and press your lips to his for a moment.

He stares, flabbergasted, but that gives you the opportunity to climb in his lap without any resistance, your hands grabbing greedily at his shirt as you perch yourself on one of his legs, facing him.

At that point, he gains just a bit composure and grabs your hips as you yank on the black bandana he has tied around his neck. Your lips mash together again, and after several moments, one of his hands trails up your back to wrap around the nape of your neck as he opens his mouth to you, and you greedily accept with a loud moan.

He cannot help but to groan in response, his tongue pressing into your mouth as your arms fly around his shoulders.

Thank God for whiskey.

He loses track of time there, tongues pressing against each other, his hands roaming all over your back, yours carding through his shorn hair.

It isn’t long until your rocking your hips atop him, and when you give a whine as you fully straddle his saddle-hewn thigh, he swears he goes lightheaded as all of his blood runs south.

Christ, you’re moaning like a whore as you dig your fingers into his shoulders, dragging your cunt along the hard bone of his femur. So damn close to his steel-hard cock, your thigh brushes it and his teeth carefully latch down on your shoulder. He needs to stifle the groan threatening to escape somehow.

You pant in his ear, whining in a needy high register as you thrust your hips back and forth, aided by his large hands clenched around your hips.

“That’s it, c’mon there darlin’, I know you’re gettin’ close.” He rumbles into your skin, tone husky and voice rough.

Christ, he’s getting close himself. Your desperate mewling and grinding of your cunt down on his leg has got him bucking up to meet you, his fingers digging into your skirts.

“Ar- Art- ngh - Arthur-” You moan, and he cups your ass fully, dragging you over his thigh.

Thank God for whiskey.

You’re goddamn beautiful when you come, your head thrown back, hips thrown hard against his leg, he swears he can feel a dampening spot on his trousers from your cunt.

One large hand flies up from your hips as you begin to still and yanks at your blouse, exposing the swell of your breast. He immediately moves his lips upon it, a mouthful of your skin stifling the groan as his hips buck up. He pulls you with his other hand, your thigh flush up to the bulge in his pants, and you whimper as he sucks on your breast hard.

A ring of teeth make indentations in your skin as he bucks up and spends himself in his pants.

It’s a moment before he unlatches his mouth from your breast, skin spit slicked and red.

The two of you stare at each other, panting, hair askew, breathless. Suddenly sober enough to realize what you had just done. Your slick noticeable along the seam of your bloomers. His spend cooling within his union suit.

Arthur internally curses.

Shit, did you regret what you just did? Was the fire in you just the whiskey burning off? Of course it was, how could a pretty, sweet little think like you want an old, washed up outlaw like him?

You frown slightly as he can feel his cheeks burning red with shame. In an instant, your hands move from his shoulder to the collar of his shirt, and you yank him into a smothering kiss. He is only surprised for a moment before his hands fly to your ass again, and he pulls you flush against him. Maybe in the morning, you’ll blush when you look at him with that pretty little smile.

Maybe you’ll wake up in his arms.

Thank God for whiskey.

[arctrooper69]

As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 6:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Jealousy. Canon violence.

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The mission was simple.

You stood, picking at a loose splinter of wood beneath the bar, leaning on the counter as Cid explained the objective.

“Just remember I need that asset undamaged or you ain’t gettin’ paid.” She said, taking care to emphasize ‘undamaged’ as she shot a glare towards Wrecker, “That means no blowing it up, Muscles.”

“Hey! That was one time and it wasn’t my fault!”

Cid rolled her eyes, “Regardless. I want you in and out. Grab the staff and get outta there before the gang even realizes you’re there. You better not lead anything back to me. I can’t afford any more trouble around here. Especially with you lot.”

Hunter bristled but remained silent. It was a testament to his willpower that he hadn't yet told her off for the blatant disrespect she showed towards them.

You'd think she'd be more reasonable since we're the ones making all her money here, you thought, then sighed, but then again, we don't have much of a choice and she knows it.

Hunter pulled his pack over his shoulders and signaled the group to head out, not missing how quickly you turned away, not meeting his eyes.

***

The Marauder lay in quiet flight as it hurdled through hyperspace - the silence only broken by Wrecker's occasional comments and Omega’s responding laughter. Tech lay asleep on his bunk and Echo tinkered with something in the back. If it were any other day - any other time - it would've been peaceful. An oasis of relaxed preparation before the chaos of a mission.

Now the silence hung taught - stretched and pulled uncomfortably over the atmosphere. It was stifling. Stale.

Part of you longed for that normalcy - to take advantage of this time to go over strategies with Hunter, mapping out the best course of action, listening to his baritone words coaching you to think outside the box.

He was sitting right there beside you across the cockpit.

Say something, you begged silently. Anything. Ask me to stay and I will.

But no one made a sound.

Hunter sat stiffly in his chair staring directly ahead.

You sighed, pulling your feet up onto the chair, resting your chin on your knees, hugging your shivering bones.

Had space always been so cold?

Hunter shifted in his seat. You wondered if he could hear how your heart raced, desperate to relieve the tension in the room. He was staring at you again. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head.

He took a breath as if he'd finally decided to say something and you glanced up meeting his eyes.

The proximity alert went off as the ship snapped into orbit, shaking Tech from his slumber as he stumbled to his feet.

Hunter stood up - whatever he had to say was gone in a flash of professional duty. Time to do the job.

***

The ship landed smoothly on the landing pad - courtesy of Cid’s given coordinates.

“Alright, let's see what we're dealing with.” Echo said.

Hunter nodded in agreement, “Tech, how's it coming with that scanner?”

“Almost done.” He replied, fingers moving quickly over dials and screens.

“Good.”

Hunter pulled his pack on and straightened the bandana over his forehead.

“Alright, Echo you'll scomp in and locate the treasure vault. Tech you need to splice into their systems and deactivate any security systems they may have in place. Wrecker and I will keep a lookout and take care of any trouble that comes our way.” He glanced at Wrecker, “Quietly.”

Wrecker grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

Then Hunter turned to you. “I need you and Omega to stay here and keep watch. We don't know much about what we're walking into, so we need to be prepared to make a quick getaway if we have to. Got it?”

You nodded and Omega jumped to her feet. “Yes sir!”

***

Of course he doesn't trust me. You thought bitterly. He put me on babysitting duty.

A burst of regret tore from your chest as you watched her.

Omega hung upside down on a rock just outside the ship, fiddling with her trooper doll and a toy shuttle that Echo had found for her - oblivious to your traitorous thoughts.

You sighed, feeling the shame darken your cheeks.

You can't take your problems out on a kid, your inner voice scolded. Omega didn't deserve to be caught up in the middle of whatever this was.

“Heads up,” Hunter’s voice sounded through the coms, yanking you from a bored stupor, “You’ve got hostiles coming in fast.”

Omega looked over to you, eyes wide as she processed the information. She took a breath and nodded, keeping eye contact with you, lips settling in a grim determination. She unslung the bow from her back.

“Copy that,” she responded, “We’ll be ready.”

“Negative.” Hunter’s curt response came back immediately. “Do not engage. Get back on the Marauder and take off.”

You all but grabbed the com from Omega. “But what about you!?”

Silence. “We’ve been compromised.”

Omega snatched the com back defiantly, eyes narrowing in concern. “We’re not leaving you!”

“That’s an order!” Hunter hissed, keeping his voice low.

“No. Omega’s right. We’re not leaving here without you!” The com was once again in your hand.

“Listen to me!” Hunter snapped, “Get Omega out of there now! We can handle this on - “ The message cut off in a garble of static and shouting.

“Hunter!” Omega grabbed the com again in a desperate attempt to get him back. “Hunter, come in! I repeat, come in!”

Nothing.

Omega looked at you, wide eyed, shoulder’s bobbing up and down as she breathed, processing the situation.

Your head shot up. Muffled footsteps - voices echoing in the distance, carried on the wind. Gruff and unforgiving in a boastful confidence.

“Kriffing shit…” you hissed under your breath, grabbing Omega’s arm as you ran back to the ship.

“What are you doing!” Omega tried to yank her arm from your grip as you dragged her up the ramp, “They need our help! We can’t leave them!”

“Shhh!” you commanded, boosting her up into the storage hatch before clamoring up behind her.

“No!” she struggled, “We’re a squad! A family!”

A pang of hurt speared through your gut. Not me. Not anymore.

“We don’t leave our own behind!” she said adamantly, glaring daggers of betrayal and confusion at you.

Hunter’s words.

She looked up to him, constantly and unconsciously copying his mannerisms and ideals.

Hunter doesn’t trust you. The antagonizing voice of your subconscious snapped. That’s why he left you here with the kid. You’re just an asset. A body. But maybe you could be more than that. Maybe, upon rescuing them, the team would see you differently. Hunter would see you differently.

You sighed, “We’re not leaving, but we’re no help to them if we’re dead or captured.”

She nodded silently, relief palatable on her young face. Sometimes it was easy to forget that she was only 12 years old.

Is it selfish to want to prove yourself as more than just a useful tool?

Omega crouched by the closed hatch at her feet, bow in her hands, mimicking your own stance as you poised for action, blaster in hand.

Footsteps thudded up the ramp, carelessly clattering through the cockpit.

“Find anything?” one of them called out to his companion.

“Nah… there’s nobody here.” Another crash as he dumped a chest, “Nothin’ good here neither.”

Another clanging slam as another trunk was forced open. A loud chuckle came from a third voice.

“Ha! Hey, come get a load a this! The boss is gonna like this one!”

More footsteps, “Holy shit! Who keeps an entire trunk full of thermal detonators beside their bunk?”

“No clue, but they’ll go for a ton on the black market.”

“...and why is there a kriffing stuffed cat inside a trunk of thermal detonators?”

You side-eyed Omega.

“Ohh… that’s where I put her…” she whispered to herself, relieved that she no longer had to figure out a way to tell Wrecker that she lost his Lula.

“Whatever man, just grab the detonators and let’s go. This place stinks.”

“Yeah what a bunch of losers.”

Omega’s grip tightened on her bow, face contorting in anger as if she was ready to jump down and give the thieves a piece of her mind.

You placed a hand on her knee and slowly shook your head. Not yet.

“We are not losers!” she whispered harshly, insulted that the thieves had insulted her team - her family.

But not yours. You grit your teeth bitterly.

Once you were sure the offenders were gone, the hatched hissed open and you jumped down, catching Omega as she jumped.

“Okay, what’s the plan?” she looked at you expectantly. You nodded, practiced mind already running through various scenarios.

“We’ll track those thugs back to the compound. They have to be holding Hunter and the others there somewhere.”

Omega nodded solemnly. “Good plan. And then when we get there, I’ll keep a lookout while you search for a way in!”

“Right. Just follow my lead and stay out of sight!”

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[houseofperfecttaste]

Even

The second Rafe saw John B climbing out of Sarah's window around midnight he felt bad for you knowing you were in love with John B and here he was cheating on you with his sister. To make matters even worse you were the Camerons' housekeeper. Rafe snapped a quick picture of JB on the roof before heading inside acting like he didn't see anything.

You arrived at the Cameron house early in the morning starting to clean the kitchen not expecting to be bothered so early especially not by Rafe. "Good morning Mr. Cameron." You greeted Rafe as he walked in wearing basketball shorts, his hair messy from sleeping. As much as you hated Rafe you had to be nice to him if you wanted to keep your job. He was rarely home when you were working which made the job a lot more tolerable. "Good morning beautiful." Rafe never hid that he found you wildly attractive, so you were used to his compliments.

"Y'know I saw something you might be interested in last night." Rafe chirped leaning against the kitchen counter as he sipped his coffee. "Oh yeah? And what would that be?" You didn't turn your attention away from the chairs you were dusting until you heard his response. "I saw your little boyfriend sneaking out of my sisters' room last night." You stood up turning to look at him duster still in hand. "He wouldn't do that." You said crossing your arms thinking this was one of Rafes tactics to sleep with you.

"Well, he did. I can prove it." He fished his phone out of his pocket pulling the image up and turning his phone around to show you. The picture showed a boy climbing out of the window but it wasn't 100% clear who it was. "That could be anyone." Rafe chuckled knowing you would be in denial. "Look at the sweatshirt and bandana Y/N." You took his phone zooming in your heart sinking a bit when realizing he might be right. You sent the picture to yourself so you could have it when confronting him. You avoided Rafe for the rest of your shift, giving him one-word answers if he tried to talk to you.

You rushed to the Chateau seeing the whole gang on the porch, Sarah and John B sitting next to each making your blood boil. You slammed your car door shut stomping up to the screen door. "Hey, ba-" "Were you with Sarah last night?" You cut him off your hands on your hips and when he and Sarah looked at each other you knew Rafe was right, you knew it was John B in that picture. "Y/N I'm sorry." He apologized standing up making you back away. "It's fine, you want to start fucking a Cameron, I will too." You smiled sweetly at him and Sarah knowing it would piss both of them off. The look on John Bs face when you said it was priceless and you left the Chateau driving over to Figure Eight.

You knocked on the door waiting a few seconds before Rafe opened the door a shocked look on his face. Without a second thought, you leaned up pressing your lips to his and it only took him a second to start kissing back. He closed the door pushing you against it his hands roaming everywhere. "I was right. Wasn't I?" He always had to make a comment, didn't he? "Shut up Rafe." You groaned against his lips as he kissed down your neck. He picked you up leading you up the stairs to his bedroom throwing you on the bed.

Rafe's eyes were dark with lust and he ripped off his shirt and pants leaving him in his boxers as you took off your housekeeping uniform you never had a chance to change out of. "Look so pretty for me." He stood at the foot of the bed staring down at you licking his lips. "Look even prettier tied up for me though." He smirked heading to his closet and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "Always need to be in control huh?" You teased but he quickly shut you up when he handcuffed your hands to his bedframe.

"Hm, where do I start?" He squeezed at your thighs kissing your breasts his fingers teasing your clit. "Fuck Rafe, please." You whined bucking your hips causing his finger to rub against your clit making you moan. Rafe started pinching and rubbing your clit watching as your muscles tensed and untensed and you were a moaning mess. "Rafe. Rafe." You moaned tugging at your restraints your legs opening more allowing him to kneel between your legs you were on full display for him. "Yeah, princess? Feel good?" He mocked slipping two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck yes, baby." You grew wetter when making eye contact with him, he was so fucking hot and his pupils were huge as he stared at you. He leaned down starting to lick and suck your pussy eating you like you were his last meal. He played with your nipples as your back arched into him and he had your legs shaking. He pulled away right as you were about to climax and his lips and chin glistened with your juices.

Your pussy clenched at the sight making him groan quietly. "Open your mouth." He instructed and you opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. He spit into your mouth making you moan at the taste of yourself. "Fuck you get me so hard. Always." He whispered into your ear making you blush, goosebumps rising to your body as he trailed his finger up your arms smiling at the handcuffs. "Fuck me, baby." You whined impatiently as he pulled his boxers down your mouth watering at the length and girth of his cock. "R-Rafe." You stuttered scared, John B was a lot smaller than him and nowhere as thick, Rafe was going to be a tight squeeze.

"It'll fit pretty, and if it doesn't I'll make it." He winked spitting on his cock before lining himself with your entrance. He pushed his tip in making you cry out in pain at the stretch, it getting worse as he pushed himself in more. "You're so big Rafe fuck." You moaned as he started thrusting into you your moans filling his room. "Such a tight little pussy. Squeezing me so good." He groaned his hand on your waist watching as your tits bounced with every thrust. "H-Harder." You choked out and he placed your legs over his shoulders folding you in half his cock reaching a brand new spot. You screamed at how deep he was making him smirk knowing no ones ever been this deep inside you.

His cock grew bigger at your vulnerable state, your hair was a mess, mascara smudged under your eyes, mouth hanging open in pleasure, screams leaving your mouth. Rafe pulled out of you flipping you onto your stomach spreading your ass and plunging into your pussy. You watched him in the mirror as he watched your ass jiggle with each thrust. You tried to keep your eyes open but the pleasure was too overwhelming causing your eyes to close enjoying the feeling of Rafes cock sliding in and out.

Your eyes snapped open when hearing your phone ring but soon drowned it out focusing on Rafes cock but Rafe answered the call when seeing who it was. "Y/N I swear to god you better not be with Rafe." Rafe chuckled putting it on speaker. "It's a little too late for that John B. She looks so pretty under me." A part of you felt bad about what was happening but soon got over it when remembering John B cheated on you with Rafe's sister. "I'll fucking kill you, Rafe." John B threatened and Rafe bit his lip laughing.

"Big talk coming from a cheater. I'm just giving her what she deserves." John B was growing more pissed off each time he heard your moans over the phone. "It was a mistake, I-" You rolled your eyes knowing he was going to start rambling so you snatched the phone from Rafe's hand. "I'm a little busy right now Routledge I'll talk to you later." You choked through moans hanging up and throwing your phone across his room shaking your ass on Rafes cock. Your actions shocked Rafe but also turned him on making him go full speed into your pussy making you cream all over his cock.

"That's it baby come for me." He helped you ride out your high before pulling out cumming all over your back. He grabbed a hand towel from his bathroom and wiped you clean handing you one of his shirts laying next to you. "That was the best sex I've ever had." You admitted panting and he smiled pushing his hair out of his face. "Yeah me too." Rafe agreed making you look up at him bewildered. "Out of all the girls you've slept with I was the best?" You propped yourself on your elbow as he mirrored you his hand on your waist.

"Yeah, you're the only girl I've slept with that I care about and like." He gave you a small smile embarrassed of his confession knowing you hate him and slept with him to piss off John B. You were about to kiss him but John B busted into the room causing Rafe to stand up protecting you. "No hard feelings right?" Rafe smiled shrugging causing JB to punch him in the face the two boys starting to fight. "John B stop!" You pulled him off of Rafe shielding him with your body. "You're protecting him?" He yelled his face red and chest heaving. "Yes! I initiated this! I'm the one who wanted to sleep with him." You crossed your arms knowing Rafe for once wasn't in the wrong.

John B scoffed looking between the two of you before leaving slamming the door shut behind him. You sighed running a hand through your hair turning to face Rafe helping him get on the bed. You grabbed his face in your hands kissing him softly his arms wrapping around you in response.

[littlelioncub43]

Come On, Come On, Darling

Summary: A late night out with friends, and an uncomfortably deep talk has Eddie thinking about you. He just hopes you're thinking about him the same way.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Warning: fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, best friends to lovers, drinking, Eddie being an absolute angel and a gentleman, reader does Eddie's make up (you're welcome), pet names ( I overuse "princess," sue me), the rest of the ST gang all being happy, season 4 never happened here, Wayne being oddly insightful and a good uncle, more plot than anything, but smut will happen in part 3, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word Count: 4,039

A/N: I started this a while ago, hated it, took a break from it, came back and finished it — bon appetit. Bahaha! No, the break from it was much needed. I think I was tired when I said it was awful, because upon review it wasn't that bad. I love this one, you guys. I'm jealous of them. I'm jealous of the fictional couple that I created. I hope you guys like this one! Part 3 will have ze smut, so you have to be patient and polite as you wait for it hehe. Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, a singing telegram— really anything. Ok! I love you!

Kisses 💋

—K

Part I. Series Masterlist Part III

The sound of random tinkering and a distant radio at the end of Mack’s Auto Garage welcomed you with a familiar warmth. Cars and trucks littered the parking lot and garage, random parts and pieces that made absolutely no sense to you sprawled out over the work benches. Eddie had a morning shift today, much to his dismay, but when money calls— he answers. Parking next to his decrepit van, you fiddle with the strap of your bag as you meander through the concrete workspace looking for him. You hear him long before you see him.

“Where did I put it? Son of a—“

“Missing something, Munson?” You interrupted Eddie’s nearly frantic search of his locker, his head snapping up in surprise. His normally untamed hair was pulled back into a low bun (with a scrunchie that looks suspiciously like the one you misplaced two weeks ago) with his favorite bandana tied around his brow to keep the sweat off. The dark blue coveralls with his name etched in red thread on his left chest were unzipped at his waist, a plain white t-shirt adorning his chest, oil and dirt smeared into the fabric were he wiped his hands clean on his thighs. 

“Yeah, my freaking lighter. That thing must have finally grown legs and ran off or some shit,” he rambles and resumes to pat down the pockets of his leather jacket. “What are you doing here?”

“You left this in my car,” you slip the silver flip lighter from the back pocket of your black jeans and wiggle it between your thumb and index finger, “figured you’d need it sooner than later.”

“Oh, you’re a beautiful, gracious, and kind woman,” he groans dramatically with relief, happily taking the lighter from you. You chuckle and lean against the hood of the car at his bench, Eddie following suit. He pops a cigarette into his mouth and lights it swiftly, taking a long drag, his eyes shut as he holds it in at the top, and slowly blowing out a wispy cloud of smoke. 

“Jesus Christ, you have no idea how badly I needed that,” he grumbles before bringing it back to his lips, “you’re a lifesaver.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh. Yeah, you, too, Sweets, thanks,” he teases with a coy smile. You playfully shove his shoulder, making him laugh around the cigarette. “We still on for drinks later with Steve and them?”

“7, right?” He hums an affirmative, “yeah, that sounds good,” you glance at the clock on the wall, “Shit, I gotta go, my shift starts soon.”

“Okay,” he nods, crushing out the partially spent cigarette in the ashtray on his bench as you fish your keys out of your jacket pocket. “Wear that cute top, the black one that hangs off your shoulders,” he calls out after you as you walk away.

“Why?” You chuckle and turn to look at him while you walk backwards, the move alone made Eddie think you were the coolest fucking chick that ever graced this floating space rock. 

“It’s pretty,” he shrugged casually as he slung the arms of his coveralls back on, but you noticed the soft dusting of color along his cheeks. 

“Fine, but only if you tuck your shirt into your pants,” you bargain and point at him from your spot at the mouth of the garage. He groans, making you laugh. 

“I’m going to look like a loser!” He whines, failing to hide his smile at your giggling. 

“That’s the point! I’ll see you then, Gomer,” you tease and finally get to your car, if you stayed any longer you’d definitely be late for your shift at the record shop. 

You heard his van pull into your driveway just as you were finishing the last bit of your eye makeup. You always went light with the mascara and eyeliner for the sake of being comfortable, and it made washing your face a lot easier at the end of the night. The sound of Eddie’s keys jingling was followed by his bright voice calling your name. When you came out of your room, you found him sitting on your counter, munching on a bag of chips. 

“Oo, look at you all prettied up,” he coos around a mouthful of Doritos. You feel your face heat up ever so slightly at his words, you did feel pretty. The knit, long sleeve black top that Eddie had requested clung to your shape deliciously, precisely the reason he loved it so much. The neckline was low enough to show off your collarbones and bits of your shoulder, and gave you the perfect opportunity to show off the pendant necklace that Eddie got for your graduation present years ago. Tight ripped black jeans matched Eddie’s own pair down to the black studded belt, except you swapped out your comfortable pair of converses for a chunky black boot. Eddie was positive: you were the coolest chick to ever live. 

“I was going to say the same thing about you, Munson,” you chuckle and take him in, he does a little twirl. He wore his classic black jeans and handcuff belt, a staple in Eddie’s uniform. A black AC/DC t shirt hugged his sturdy torso and was neatly tucked into his jeans, just like you asked. You gotta admit: he did not look like a loser. He never did. 

“Ya think so? I was worried that my jacket didn’t match my purse,” he jokes. 

“No, no, they do, don’t worry,” you soothe and try to hide your smile. Suddenly, you speak before your mind can catch up with what you’re saying. “Do you want some eyeliner?”

“What?” Eddie chuckles, licking the Dorito dust from his fingers. You swallow and decide, fuck it, you already asked.

“Do you want some eyeliner? I think it would… look nice,” you stutter out as smoothly as you can. He thinks it over for a brief second before he nods casually. 

“Yeah, sure, why not,” Eddie manages to sound calm, much to his surprise. His heart may have skipped a few beats at your small compliment. 

The next thing he knows you have him sat at your vanity, facing you as you stand in between his legs. One hand gently cups his jaw while the other wields a stick of your favorite black eyeliner. You try your best not to get lost in the feeling of his stubble scratching at your palm or the warmth of his hands on your outer thighs, and focus on drawing in the darkness around his eyes. Eddie sits as still as he can, the last thing he wants is to lose an eye. He trusts you completely, it’s his fidgeting that he doesn’t trust. 

“Ok, close your eyes for me,” you say softly, the closeness brought your voice to a hushed whisper. Eddie shut his eyes without a second thought, he listened to the steady inhale and exhale as you stood in front of him. Eddie was unfairly gorgeous, his sweeping eyelashes, the placid expression that soothed his face coupled with the calm trust that surrounded you both made your heart flutter and your knees buckle. Steeling your nerves, you carefully applied the makeup along his upper lashes. “Alright, open. Look up, please.”

Eddie stared up at the ceiling, trying his best not to flinch as you brought the product under his lashes. He wished so badly to be able to watch you, you were so cute when you concentrated on things. Your eyebrows furrowed, drawn together in concentration, and your face set in an oddly serious expression. With one last smudge of eyeliner, you pulled back with a smile. 

“All done. What d’ya think?” You ask and put your makeup away as he turns to look in the mirror. 

“Not bad, not bad. What do you think?” He quirks an eyebrow. If you were honest, he was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and that was without the makeup on. With the dark circles rimming his gorgeous brown eyes, he was deadly. But you couldn’t exactly say that. 

“I think you look super cool,” you say honestly and grab your purse. 

“Metal?” He stood up, following you out of your room.

“Very metal, but if we don’t get going soon, we’re going to be very late,” you chuckle and hand him his leather jacket and keys. Eddie nods and slips one his jacket with ease, the full ensemble complete, and, fuck, did he look hot. He locked the front door after you, skipping quickly ahead to open the passenger seat door for you. 

“M’lady,” he bows, grinning like an idiot when you curtsey back and hop in. 

It was going to be a fun night. 

And it was. 

Steve, Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy were sat comfortably at the table when you and Eddie arrived. Jokes were told, laughs were shared, and drinks were poured. Lots and lots of drinks. By midnight, the whole table was on the heavier side of tipsy, if not drunk. Steve and Robin were neck deep in a debate on whether or not Michael Myers was human or not, with Jonathan acting as moderator while Nancy fought through the spins. At some point, you ended up in Eddie’s lap, your arm slung around his shoulders with his own circled around your waist while you both listened and weighed in on what you have dubbed “The Great Halloween Dispute of 1987.” 

Eddie had slipped his jacket off after his second beer, revealing his toned arms (all those shifts at the garage were paying off in more ways than one), the short sleeves of his t shirt rolled up ever so slightly. You toyed with a strand of Eddie’s hair like always and sipped on a glass of water, one that Eddie was quick to swipe from your hand. He took a good gulp without much thought and set it on the table. 

“Well, Princess, what do you think? Should we call it a night?” He slurs his words as he rubs the length of your outer thigh absentmindedly. 

“Yeeaah,” you drawl, your head was starting to spin even from the safety of Eddie’s lap. Looking down at him, you were struck again with the overwhelming feeling flooding your heart. Even in the low light of the seedy bar, he looks like the perfect man that God, or whoever is up there, made just for you. You bring one hand to rest on his forearm, your thumb stroking the bat tattoos you love gently. Eddie tightens his grip on you before giving you that million dollar smile, one that you can’t help but return with drunken ease. He pats your leg, signaling for you to stand, and you do, much to your objection (you were quite comfortable in his lap). 

“Alright, gang, as fun as it’s been, the missus and I gotta head out,” Eddie announces as you slip away to pay for your drinks before he can. A chorus of slurred but friendly goodbyes send Eddie on his way to the bar just as you finish forking over the money for both his and your drinks. “Noooo, you don’ pay for drinks,” he scolds as you put your wallet away, his face scrunched in a pout. 

“Yeah? Who said?” You playfully tease as he slides his leather coat over your shoulders, one glance outside and he knew that you’d be chilly on the way to the van. You subtly breathe in the familiar scent of his cologne, the same one you got for his birthday 2 years ago.

“Pretty girls don’ pay for drinks, everyone knows that,” he casually answers, he was much bolder with about 4 glasses of liquid courage warming his blood. You laugh, not bothering to hide the bashfulness in your voice and he smiles at the sound, leading you out to the van at the far end of the parking lot. He saw the way you shivered and pulled the oversized jacket around you tighter. Fishing his keys from his pocket, he opens the back doors and quickly starts setting up the blankets he had stored in the back. You must have made a face because Eddie’s soon laughing and shaking his head. “M’not drivin’ you home drunk, Princess. Could get ya hurt, s’too dangerous. Now, com’on.”

Your heart does a summersault at his words, but that’s just who he was. Caring, sweet, understanding, reliable, trustworthy. That’s Eddie Munson. He sees the fondness in your smile again, his stomach erupting in butterflies. If he wasn’t such a chicken shit, this is where he would tell you how gorgeous you are and kiss you, if you’d let him. But he doesn’t. Instead, he hops out of the van and holds out his hand to help you inside. 

The old mattress he keeps tucked away in the back is draped in blankets, folded as neatly as a drunk Eddie could get them. You sit at the end of the makeshift bed, your legs hanging out the doors to take off your boots. Without a word, Eddie starts untying your laces, carefully undoing the knots, slipping the shoes off your feet and setting them neatly next to the mattress. 

“Thank you,” you meekly reply, the sweet gesture having stolen your voice.

“You’re welcome, Sweets,” he pats your leg, “scoot over.”

He hops in, shutting the doors behind him before double checking that all the doors are locked. You hide a yawn behind your hand as he settles down on the other side of the bed, kicking off his shoes unceremoniously. You slip off your belt and other jewelry, opting to stay in your jeans for the night. Eddie does the same, slinging his belt into the pile with his shoes before crawling under the questionably clean blanket. He sighs and settles in with a groan, his eyes shutting for only a moment before he’s watching you tuck your earrings into the pocket of his leather jacket. You turn around to find Eddie making grabby hands at you, smiling, you crawl in next to him, letting him pull you into his chest and tuck the blanket around you both snugly. The chill of the van made cuddling a necessity, even under the blanket you could feel the stagnant bite of cold of the coming winter. Letting out a content sigh, you relaxed into the comfortable silence, the world around you only slightly spinning now as sleep began to descend on you. Eddie stares up at the metal roof, his eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier as the moments tick by. 

“I like when you tuck your shirts in,” you sleepily confess, your voice was hushed as you whispered your little secret to your best friend. He can’t help but chuckle tiredly at your words, the sound more akin to a deep rumble as opposed to his normally bright laughter. 

“Yeah?” Is all he can think to say, his face burning even in the chilly van. 

“Yeah,” you shyly confirm, tracing the bats on his forearm once more, the action sends Eddie into a tizzy.

“Y’like when I look like a dweeb?” He jokes with a yawn, sleep fast approaching. 

“You never look like a dweeb,” you mumble just before you drift off, your fingers slowing to a stop on his skin, If he wasn’t tired, he would have teased you to hell and back about it, but all he can do it chuckle lowly in his chest and hold you a little tighter. Why do you have to be so cute?

“I like when we sleep like this,” he rested his cheek on the top of your head, letting one hand stroke your arm tenderly, the action only pushing you quicker towards sleep. He hears you hum in acknowledgement and agreement. 

“Me too, Eds.”  

There’s a few moments of silence before Eddie realizes you’re asleep.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Eddie whispers with a smile and kisses the crown of your head, the sound of your even breaths fill the van and lull him into his own peaceful slumber. 

Eddie wakes up to the sound of your soft snores and the growl of a stray truck chugging down the street. Your back is pressed to his front as you both lay on your sides, his arm under your head like a pillow and out stretched, his other arm was strung across your waist. The warmth of your body pressed against his had fought off the cold of the night exceptionally well, it drew him in for more, so he buried his face into the crook of your neck. The smell of your perfume mixing with the scent of his own cologne had Eddie groaning softly, this was the life. Nothing could bring him down, not even the soft thudding in his head or the dryness of his mouth. 

You stirred next to him, your eyes still shut as you reached out for Eddie’s hand on instinct. When your smaller hand found his, you immediately laced your fingers together. Eddie looked at where your hands were joined and gave a small incredulous scoff and smile, his arm around your midsection squeezed you into him hard enough to force the air out of you. 

“Why are you so damn cute? Huh? Who said you could be this fucking adorable?” He rambled on in a groggy whisper, his morning voice was just as glorious as you remember it being. You giggle as consciousness fills you. 

“It’s a curse, really. Doctors have been studying me for years, it’s a medical mystery,” you joke and carefully rub your eyes with your free hand. You were surprised to find that you felt well rested for having slept in the back of your best friend’s van after a night of drinking with no pillow, in a pair of tight jeans, and no fan. You peek over your shoulder to find Eddie’s puppy eyes already staring back at you. The smudges of eyeliner looked even better in the morning sunshine. You could only imagine how you look right now. “Wanna get breakfast?”

“God, yes,” he mumbles with a smile. He was starving, plus he wanted to pay you back for covering his drinks last night. Reluctantly, he peels his hand from yours to reach for his shoes and keys. You hum and stretch out a little, cracking your back before getting your shoes back on as well. You’re both quick to fold the blankets and get into your seats, the pits in your stomach rumbled and demanded to be satisfied. The drive to the nearest diner was thankfully short. 

Before long, you and Eddie find yourselves tucked into a booth with plates of hot food and even hotter coffee in front of you. The looks you receive from the other patrons did nothing but amuse you both. And what a sight you both were: strolling in at 9am reeking of the drink that Nancy accidentally spilled, last night’s makeup smeared across your eyes, bed hair, both dressed to the nines in black. Compared to the lovely elderly couple on their weekly Sunday morning date, you both looked like bats out of Hell. When you offered the old woman a polite smile, she was quick to return it, her husband was busy staring Eddie down, clearly not a fan of his tattoos or makeup. Soon, the plates were cleared and the cups were emptied, and you both meandered your way back to the van. 

“Alright, Sweetheart, back home, it is?” He asks as he backs out of the parking lot, you scroll through the radio stations, hoping to find something good on.

“Yes, please, I need to shower,” you groan, the longer you stayed in your makeup the more grimy you felt. A hot shower would solve all your problems. 

“Oo, no chance you’ll let me join, would you?” Eddie half jokes, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You roll your eyes with a smile and shake your head. “Damn, next time, then.”

Quicker than he’d like, he parks in front of your trailer. You gather your things, double checking that you have everything before hopping out of the passenger side. With a quick goodbye, you’re bounding indoors, making a beeline for the shower. Eddie watches until you’re inside then makes his own way home. He’s surprised to find Wayne’s car parked in its spot in the yard. 

“You just getting in?” Wayne asks as soon as the door opens, Wayne sat at the kitchen table, eating whatever leftovers were in the fridge before heading to bed. Eddie sets his keys aside on the table and nods. “Out with that girl, again?” Eddie gives him a look as he sought out a glass of water, Wayne knew your name but he just liked giving Eddie a hard time, especially when he stays out all night. 

“Yeah, we had some drinks with some friends, it ran a little later than planned.”

“Did you and her…” Wayne trails off, tilting his head to finish his sentence. 

“Oh God,” Eddie sighs and hangs his head. Wayne would ask from time to time, and it never ceased to be awkward as balls. 

“I’m just askin’. If you are, I’d rather you be safe about i—“ he defends calmly. 

“I know how to be safe about—“ Eddie cuts himself off with another sigh, rubbing his face with both his hands. “I know how to be safe, but no. We did not… do things.”

“Ok,” Wayne nods, throwing his hands up in surrender to show that he dropped it. Eddie relaxes and finishes his water, happy to escape the awkward conversation. Or so he thought. “It’s obvious you like her, so I thought it would have happened by now.” 

Eddie sputters a few words, each sentence of denial dying on his tongue. Wayne gives him a look and Eddie just knows that denying it isn’t any good. He flops into the chair on the other side of the table, looking up to his uncle through his lashes. 

“How obvious is it?” Eddie asks softly. In that moment, Wayne sees the years fall away from Eddie and what’s left behind is what Wayne saw all those years ago: his kid nephew, lost and needing guidance. He smiles warmly, a rare sight, and scratches his head. 

“Well, it’s not super obvious,” Wayne grumbles gently, resting his forearms on the table, “but I’m sure some of your friends notice it too.”

Eddie curses under his breath, his face hot with embarrassment. If other people could see how bad he has it for you, then that means you might see it too. 

“Do… Do you think she knows?” He asks shyly, fiddling with the rings on his fingers for comfort. Wayne leans back in his chair, giving a small shrug. 

“She might,” that answer weighs heavily on Eddie but Wayne is quick to try fix it, “but, would that be a bad thing?”

“Yes! No! I-I don’t know,” Eddie rambles, bouncing his leg as he does the mental gymnastics of trying to figure out if you knew. 

“Personally, kid, I don’t think it would be. Knowin’ that you love her, how could that be bad?” His words knock around in Eddie’s head for a few moments before he speaks in a small voice. 

“It could ruin everything,” Wayne couldn’t help but laugh at those words. 

“Kid, lovin’ someone doesn’t ruin a damn thing,” he smiles and crosses his arms. “If it’s right, then it’s right. If not, then it’s not. But that doesn’t mean that it’s wrong.”

Eddie took in his words again, chewing his lip nervously. He hated when Wayne was like this, all insightful and wise. It was unnerving, but at the same time, he always knew exactly what Eddie needed to hear. 

“You do what you think is best, Eddie. I’m gonna go to bed now, I’ll see ya tonight,” he stands and pats Eddie’s back as he makes his way towards the pull out sofa. Eddie mumbles his goodnights and makes his way to his own room, Wayne’s alarmingly wise words knocking around his head as he gets ready for a shower. 

Would it be so bad if you knew? He was going to find out. 

Part I. Part III

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[steddieasitgoes]

“Babe! It’s about to start,” Steve calls from his spot on their couch.

Their living room has been taken over by the Party, but unlike twenty years ago when they all would have fit crowded but comfortable in the space, they’re like a can of sardines now. Bodies on top of bodies. Some share dining room chairs, others sprawled out on the floor so they don’t block the TV.

It’s rare they’re all together like this now, just the original Hawkins gang, no kids, no outside significant others, just them.

It needed to be like that.

At least for this.

“Thirty years ago, a small town in Indiana was plagued with a series of misfortune tracing back to government mishandling. Or so the residents were told. While many in the town believed the government story, others became skeptical.

“For the first time ever, we’re talking with a group of citizens who claim to be intimately involved in the events that really happened in a once quiet Indiana town. Stay tuned for a special showing of The Truth Revealed: Hawkins Turned Inside Out.”

“Oh, they were so close,” Dustin chuckles.

“Dammit, Eds! Where are you?” Steve calls again, throwing his body over the open couch cushion as Max tries to claim it.

“The show is starting and he’s not here, so it’s mine now,” she says, pulling on Steve’s arms to get him to move.

“You have Lucas’s lap to sit on!”

“And Eddie has your lap to sit on. Now move!”

Steve’s about to give in when Eddie comes racing down the hallway. The sudden absence of his thunderous footsteps is the only warning sign before he throws himself over the back of the couch and crashes down on Steve’s back as if he’s still a twentysomething year old and not a fiftysomething year old.”

“Seriously, Eds?” Steve groans under the weight of Eddie.

“Aw, baby,” Eddie croons. “Thought you loved being under me.”

The room erupts into a chorus of mock gagging and outrage. It brings Steve right back to the summer of 1986, when he and Eddie’s relationship was new and shocked the kids. They couldn’t even peck each other on the cheek without one of them wanting to gouge their eyes out. In a fun way, of course.

“We still got it,” Eddie laughs, leaning forward to free Steve.

“You guys are disgusting,” Robin laughs from the chair she’s currently sharing with Robin. Bodies pressed so close together they’re practically intertwined. She’s one to talk.

“What are you wearing, babe?” Steve asks, glancing over at Eddie for the first time since he made his dramatic entrance.

Eddie beams. His cheek dimples so big and deep, Steve’s pretty sure he could bury his entire pinky nail into them.

“Thought I’d dress for the occasion,” he shrugs. “What do you think?”

Steve blinks, really taking in Eddie. He’s wearing an old Hellfire Shirt. It’s not the same one he wore during Spring Break 1986 — that one went stayed behind in the Winnebago — but it’s the same design. A leftover from the hoard of shirts Eddie made for his club all those years ago.

It’s a snug fit. The logo stretched taunt across Eddie’s well-loved belly. The bottom of the shirt barely covers his navel, rolling up at the hem. The sleeves still fit though. Nothing’s changed too much about Eddie’s arms, aside from new ink to cover some of the scars.

Eddie’s left no detail unturned. From the black jeans that aren’t as baggy as they used to be, to the chain and bandana in his back pocket. He’s even got his old rings on. The only detail out of line is the missing skull ring he used to wear on his left ring finger. A black band with a gold stripe through it sits there instead.

“You should have told us you were dressing up,” Dustin wines.

“Yeah! I would have found dug mine out of storage,” Mike adds.

“If I told you it wouldn’t have been a surprise!” Eddie smiles, tipping his head back in that satisfied way of his.

“And now it’s time to learn what really happened in Hawkins, Indiana in the 1980s,” the announcer says.

Her booming voice is met with a chorus of shushing and chants to turn it up, all of which are listened to as they settle in to watch themselves reveal what really happened all those years ago.

Of course, it doesn’t stay silent for long as they all chime in with comments, laughter, and even some tears. They may be thirty years removed from the events, but the wounds are still fresh for most of them.

On the final commercial break, Erica checks in with social media on her phone. Shaking her head and mumbling curses under her breath.

“They don’t believe us,” she fumes, typing violently on her phone. “Those idiots. It’s just the facts!”

“We knew we weren’t going to convince everyone,” Lucas says, trying to placate her.

“It was never about them,” El nods. “It was about telling our truth. So we do not have to lie anymore.”

“I know,” Erica groans. “But it’s still annoying. They’re still going to think we’re freaks.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Eddie says.  

They all nod in agreement as the final segment of the show begins. It’s quiet as they watch the final minutes of their own interviews play out on television. They all get asked the same question:

“If you could go back and relive those years without any of these events happening, would you?”

To no one surprise, they all answer no.

But it’s Steve’s answer that gets everyone choked up.

Especially Eddie.

“Absolutely not. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without the shit we went through. I never would have met my platonic soulmate. Or the love of my life. And I would probably be stuck in a miserable cookie-cutter family, instead of the found family I have because of those events. I’d take a thousand more hits to the head or bites to my chest if I had too to keep them around.

“Besides, being normal is overrated. Being a freak is so much better,” on-TV Steve says, winking directly into the camera.

Eddie leaps at Steve, smothering him with over-the-top kisses until the kids are groaning and gauging so loud it drowns out any of the trauma that the documentary might have brought back up.

“I’m changing my answer,” Dustin groans. “I’d go back and make sure you two stayed mortal enemies!”

“Too late, Henderson,” Steve sings. “You already said you wouldn’t go back. It’s immortalized on TV!”

[kokoa-la]

Prompt from @help-i-need-a-cool-username

Danny was tired of his neighbor’s bullshit. Above his head rested the well known crime lord of crime alley, Red Hood. Now, Danny used to be a vigilante, he gets it, truly, but that did not mean he forgave the other for the sheer amount of wake up calls he’s gotten. He knew he was a light sleeper, has been ever since the portal opened and since the portal was shut down by yours truly, but the amount of noise was still unacceptable. Did the guy not know he lived right below him? He knew that the building was in a rough patch, but it wasn’t deserted. He wasn’t the only one here ya’ know. By now the halfa had had enough. He had a class at 9 am tomorrow in literal physics. He needed sleep if he didn’t want to pass out in the lecture that he 100% needed for the midterms in 2 weeks. He would have gone up and complained in person if he wasn’t, you know, on the run. So he sat in his bed, grabbed earbuds, played one of his sad playlists and tried his best to sleep. 

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That was it, Danny was going to actually kill the Red Hood. Here Danny is, minding his own business, writing a paper for the English class he had to take for extra credits, and in storms 5 men kicking down his door with all sorts of weapons. They were in all black with hoods and bandanas covering the bottom half of their faces.

“Where’s Red Hood? We know he lives here!” 

The half had had enough. Here he was, on page 2 of a 5 page paper, while on 9 shots of espresso and 3 energy drinks to make up for the lack of sleep he got last night because of the same very guy this gang is looking for. He was going to strangle this man, hands down, screw the GIW. 

“I’m literally a college student trying to live off of a minimum wage salary, if all of us could be crime lords and afford an apartment without a day job, we’d all do it.”

“Where is the Red Hood?!”

The guy in the middle had yelled before pointing a gun right at Danny’s head. He sighed before standing and putting his hands above his head. 

“I don’t know. He’s not here, and I don’t even think he lives in the building.”

He didn’t know why he was covering for his neighbor's ass, but he already had one foot in, so why not the rest of him?

“Don’t bullshit me! We know he lives here!”

“Are you sure it was this building, and not the one across the alley?”

Dany inched closer as the main guy looked over at the goon next to him and started arguing. By the time they looked up, Danny was right in front of the gun, merely inches away from the barrel now pointed at his chest. 

“Boo.”

His eyes glowed a vibrant neon green before the lights turned off leaving the apartment in pitch black. 

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Red Hood cursed as he realized how careless he’d been. One of his men had informed him that they received a warning from one of their informants. Apparently, there was a new gang on the rise with the sole purpose of taking him down. Somehow they’d followed him to his apartment one night and were staging an attack right now. Luckily, it didn’t seem like they knew his civilian identity, but he didn’t know that for sure. Plus, if they broke in and he wasn’t there, he didn’t want to know what they’d do to the others inhabiting the complex. 

It took him about two minutes to get there using his bike. He scaled the side of the building and got in through his window only to find his apartment exactly as he left it. Had his men lied to him? Or had the gang just not arrived yet? 

Well, that’s what he thought before he heard gunshots below his feet. He scrambled down the stairs and ran to the apartment below him, taking out his gun and slowly walking towards the door. It was dead silent. It seemed that the last noise to leave the place was that one stray bullet, since then not a sound. 

Hood cursed under his breath before turning the corner and moving the broken door out the way. Inside was a pile of 5 men in all black knocked unconscious with a man sitting on top of them criss crossed holding a bat with a green sticker on it in one hand while the other typed on the open laptop sitting in his lap. The vigilante didn’t even move. He lowered his gun to the floor and just stared at the scene at hand. Eventually the man looked up at him with ashy blue eyes and a tired look about them. He sighed before closing the laptop and resting his chin on the small end of the bat. 

“Dude, it’s 3 am. Can you please tell your enemies to stick to acceptable invasion hours?” 

Hood didn’t even know what to say. He just stood there at the door, even clocked his head sideways in confusion. The other sighed.

“I have a class at 7 am tomorrow and this paper is due like yesterday, so can you just, I don’t know? Schedule this shit? Or at least make sure they have the right apartment. I didn’t complain about the noise before, but this is ridiculous.” 

Yeah, Jason couldn’t believe his eyes or ears right now. Was this man serious? He cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“Right… sorry about that? I guess? I’ll take them off your hands. No promises about the schedule though. I can’t exactly control when people try to kill me.”

He stepped forward only for the other to raise the bat at him threateningly. He still sat on the 5 men, and still was pretty far away from Hood, so why he raised the bat he didn’t know. 

“Do you want them in your house or not?”

“I want you to stay right there and pay for the bullet holes in my walls.”

“You just said-”

“Oh, I know, but you agreed so readily I’m testing the waters.”

What the fuck was up with this guy, seriously. 

“You know I have a gun right? I could shoot you”

“Well so did they, and look where that ended them. Gunless and knocked out.”

Touche, Jason wanted to say, but didn’t. One of the men on the ground started to move and groan, his neighbor, without breaking eye contact with him, spun the bat in his hand and hit the man dead center on the head, knocking him out once more. 

Was Jason attracted to this? Maybe.

[m-musings]

Winging It: Buggy The Clown X Winged! Fem! Reader Pt. 1

A/N: bless the one piece fans for getting me into the show and introducing me to this man because he is just so FJSCBKGHLKDGW, like you feel me? anywaysss, first time writing for one piece, let's do this whoooo!

(part 2 here! :] )

Word Count: 2.7k Summary: Buggy asks (Y/n) to help out with an unusual task, chaos ensues. Warnings: a dude being a creep to reader later on and a little bit of ooc on Buggy's behalf, but other than that, just some good ol' fluff!

It all started out as a perfectly normal day.

After another busy day on the Big Top and another successful "show", Buggy had given the majority of his crew the day off to do whatever they wished.

As soon as (Y/n) was able, she unfurled her feathery wings and flew up to the crows nest, needing to get away from the madness down on the deck for a while.

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) took a deep breath of the refreshing ocean air as the breeze blew softly against her face.

Having joined Buggy's crew a few months earlier, she had never expected her life to change as much as it did as fast as it did.

(Y/n) originally came from a life as the sole inhabitant of a tiny island in the middle of the East Blue. One day, the Big Top and its crew happened to be sailing by and stopped to search the island for any supplies they could find.

Fearing the worst, (Y/n) grabbed her baseball bat and and flew out of her hut to stop the pirates from getting any closer.

After fending off a few of the crew members, Buggy swiftly stepped in to try and diffuse the situation, being unusually calm and level headed as he addressed (Y/n).

Realizing her wings could be useful to him in shows and in pillaging, Buggy invited her to join him and his pirates instead of struggling to keep herself alive and entertained on her little islet.

With a hesitant but quick decision, (Y/n) agreed, asking for some time to pack some personal items before Buggy and the rest of the crew led her back to the boat, intent on celebrating a new member of the gang.

Quickly learning the ropes of pirating and climbing up the ranks of the crew, (Y/n) eventually became a high ranking member, just behind Mohji and Buggy himself.

She even managed to become friends with the quirky captain, to the the slight disbelief of the rest of their crewmates. In addition, after getting to know each other a bit more, that friendship slowly turned into a (huge) crush on (Y/n)'s part, but neither Buggy nor anyone else needed to know that part.

And even though the start of her pirating adventure was a little strange, (Y/n) could never say she missed her old life. Being apart of the Big Top Crew gave her the family and friends she was sorely missing on her island.

Reveling in the quiet of the air, (Y/n) smiled to herself as she thought of her new existence as the Big Top's resident trapeze artist, grateful that she now had the world at her fingertips, plus people to fight beside and fight for.

As she reminisced upon the past, her eyebrows perked up when she heard ropes creaking from somewhere down below.

"Hey doll! Figured I'd find you up here!" Grunted a voice from beside her.

She cracked one of her eyes open to see Buggy climbing up the rigging, the tail of his bandana flowing behind him.

"Hey, Cap! Did you need something?"

"Nah, not right now. But I might once we get to the island we're headed to. If the winds are good, we should get there in the next 2 days."

"Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot! What's so special about this island anyway? Isn't the stop just for us to stock up again before we head out to meet Alvida?" (Y/n) questioned, sitting down on the floor of the crows nest as she scootched over to make some room for Buggy.

"That's part of it, yes, but the main reason we're stopping is because a couple of our cannons were destroyed in our last fight with the Marines. There's a few weaponsmiths in a city there that are willing to sell us a few new ones if we can negotiate a good price for both of us."

"So we need them to agree to our bargain so we don't get demolished by another battle on the way to meet Alvida?"

"Exactly! You're one smart cookie.

"Hmm, I try." She shrugged with pleased grin, her wings fluffing out in sync.

"You sure do, (Y/n/n). Anyways, I came to see if you would be willing to come with me, just to make sure nothing fishy happens while I'm not paying attention. Maybe pretend to be my arm candy to trick them, y'know?"

"Me? Can't someone, like, Cabaji do it? He's got way more experience with this stuff than I do."

"He's gonna be in charge of the ship while we're gone. Plus, I mean, you're the only one who would make spending time with dumbasses like these smith guys bearable. You would save me of literally dying of boredom."

"Pfft, I doubt that" Answered (Y/n) as she rolled her eyes at the clown's exaggeration.

Buggy chuckled, smiling softly at the girl as he rested his arm atop her shoulder.

The action causes a very subtle blush to appear on her face, which she tries to keep hidden by scratching at her neck.

"So whadya say, huh? Wanna go on a little adventure with me?"

(Y/n) sighed with a sputter of her lips before turning to answer the blue haired man.

"Sure, Captain, I'll come along. It could be kinda fun."

"Aww, thanks (Y/n), you're the best! Even better than Mohji! But don't tell him that." Whispered Buggy as he jokingly cupped his hand over his mouth.

"You're ridiculous, Captain." she laughed softly, bumping her shoulder with his.

"And I take pride in that. It's all I got goin' for me, after all." Chuckled Buggy, who shrugged and leaned back in reply.

(Y/n) gave him an amused grin in reply before shifting her eyes back towards the big blue ocean that surrounded them.

The two then sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before the voice of another crewmate called out for Buggy from somewhere on the main deck.

"Well, sweets, duty calls. See you later, huh?" Buggy said with a salute before he made his way back down the rigging.

As he disappeared from sight, (Y/n) bashfully put her head in her hands as she tried not to overthink the nickname her captain had given her.

"Oh, damn.... what have I gotten myself into?..." (Y/n) questioned herself as she placed her head against her knees.

After a few more minutes of sitting by herself while she scanned the horizon, Buggy yelled out, calling the crew back to the deck for another show.

With a small shake of her head, (Y/n) stood up, stretched, and flew down to gather with the rest of the troupe.

Just as Buggy had said, the Big Top had reached it's island destination a couple days later. Thankfully, there wasn't many Marines in this town, meaning the crew could go into town to stretch their legs on land and get any supplies they might need for the rest of the trip.

Still on the ship, (Y/n) sat below deck as she tried to find something other than her circus costume to wear, wanting to be able to blend into the crowds better or just in case a high ranking Marine or someone from the World Government showed up and recognized her alongside Buggy.

Rummaging through her chest of clothes, her wings fluttered as she finally found a simple black tank top and a pair of jeans.

After placing the clothing on her bed and gliding over to a nearby vanity to do some basic makeup, she heard a knock at her door while she applied some light rouge to her face.

"Come in, it's open!" She announced as she grabbed another brush from the vanity drawer.

Looking behind her using the mirror, she saw a familiar orange pirate hat pop into view.

"Are you decent?" Buggy said as he entered the room, his disembodied hands floating in front of his face to cover his eyes

"Yes, Captain, you can open your eyes if you want." (Y/n) giggled as she put on some finishing touches of makeup.

Popping off one of his fingers to glance at the girl, he gasped lightly as he finally saw her face.

"Wow, you look fantastic!" Buggy said with an impressed nod.

"Really? It's not much different than my usual casual looks..." Claimed (Y/n) as she timidly placed a hand upon her cheek.

"Either way, angel, you look good. But I suppose that's beside the point. I just came to tell you to be ready to go by sundown. I'll be waiting on the dock, Don't be late." He winked before leaving the room.

With a huff as she tried to compose herself, (Y/n) stood up to get dressed and mentally prepare herself for the night.

Within just a few short hours, the sun had finally set upon the island, and right on cue, (Y/n) left her quarters and strutted over to the deck railing to see Buggy down on the pier waiting for her.

"Ah, (Y/n) there you are! I was worried for a sec, thought you were gonna chicken out on me!"

"No, I'm here. Someone has gotta keep an eye on you!"

"Well, I'm glad that someone is you. Shall we go?" Buggy motioned as (Y/n) climbed down to meet him.

"Yes, we shall, mon capitaine!" (Y/n) quipped as he held her head up high with a light giggle.

"C'mon, let's get going." Chuckled Buggy in response as the two made their way out of the marina.

After a minute or so of idle chatter about their days, (Y/n) spoke up with a question she had been meaning to ask.

"What do we do if they don't agree to give us the cannons for the price you set?"

"Well If that happens, I guess we'll just have to... wing it!" Buggy quipped as he gave the girl a sly grin.

"Oh, ha ha, very funny!" (Y/n) fake laughed as she playfully smacked Buggy's back with one of her wings.

"Thank you! I am funny!" Buggy declared as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, careful to avoid the feathers on her back.

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip in reply as she moved her gaze to the cobblestone ground beneath them.

"So where exactly is this weapons store at?"

"Not far, we come to this place every so often so I know the quickest way to get there."

(Y/n) nodded in acknowledgement as Buggy began to tell her some fun stories about his past adventures here.

About 15 minutes later, Buggy made an excited noise as he realized where they were.

"Ok, (Y/n/n), the weaponsmiths store is just up ahead, I'll lead you there." He announced, taking her hand until they found the place they needed to be.

As the door swung open, a little bell rang overhead, signaling to the two workers that someone had entered the shop.

"Gentlemen! How's it going, am I late to the party?!"

"Ah, you must be the guy that contacted us the other day! Nah, you're right on time! Did you bring cash?" Asked one of the men who (Y/n) assumed was the shop owner.

Buggy rolled his eyes as he pulled out a large stack of berry from his pocket and placed it onto a nearby counter, in front of the younger man with black hair.

"Perfect! If you follow me, I can show you the canons we currently have on stock." the older of the two men said, leading Buggy past a few rows of shelves and cabinets to another part of the store.

Just before they rounded the corner, Buggy and (Y/n) gave each other a reassuring nod.

After a brief moment of looking around at the various weapons and items scattered across the room, (Y/n)'s attention was grabbed by the sound of someone behind her clearing her throat.

She slowly whirled back around to see the younger of the two shopkeepers looking her up and down.

"Hey gorgeous, how ya doin' on this fine evening?" The man who stayed at the counter smirked, looking at (Y/n) with something dangerous flashing in his eyes

"Fine, thanks..." (Y/n) giving him a polite smile

"So, you uh, doing anything tonight?"

"Just getting those cannons, then we're headed back out."

"Aw come on, you couldn't stay for... say, one drink with me at the bar in town?"

"Um, thanks but no thanks, I've got stuff to do back on our ship." Responded the girl as she took a few steps backwards

"Are you sure? I could give you a real fun time, cutie!" Chuckled the man as he walked around the counter to stand in front of (Y/n) with his arms crossed.

"Yeah, positive. Sorry." (Y/n) finalized as she started to walk away, but was near-instantly stopped.

"Oh, come on, pretty birdy, leave that idiotic clown guy and spend the night with a real man huh?!" The man cackled as he grabbed onto (Y/n)'s wrist and pulled her into his chest.

"Ow! Let me go!" Hissed (Y/n) as she began to tug against the mans grasp, flapping her wings slightly to give her a bit more leverage.

The man laughed crudely before grabbing her other arm and trapping her against a shelf.

"Hey, maybe that stupid pirate will let me keep you! Who knows, maybe we can see all of the things those pretty little wings of yours can do!"

With a disgusted scoff, (Y/n) went to grab a small dagger she had hidden in her left pocket, but before she could even find it, a white-gloved hand shot across the store to grip the black haired man's collar.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?!" Buggy inquired, his voice menacingly low as he appeared back from the other side of the store.

"Uh, well, you see I- it's um-"

"Answer me!"

"C'mon, It was a joke! I didn't mean anything by it!" The man tried to convince the Captain as he let out a nervous laugh.

"Didn't seem very funny to me..." Buggy stated as he glared daggers at the shopkeeper.

"You're right, it wasn't, I- I apologize-" he stammered with a fearful whimper before Buggy pushed him back against the counter with a growl.

"If you ever try to touch anyone on my crew again, I'll personally make sure you lose both of your hands, got it?!"

"Okay, alright, I'm sorry! It won't happen again, sir!" The man agreed with a frightened look at the pirate.

Buggy scoffs irately, throwing the man onto the floor before picking the berry back up and stuffing it back into his pocket.

"C'mon, (Y/n), we're getting the hell outta here." Buggy spat as he gingerly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the shop.

Confusedly sputtering as they clambered back down the road, (Y/n) stared at Buggy with wide eyes.

"Slow down a little, please!" (Y/n) said, stumbling as she tried to keep pace with Buggy.

With an apologetic and upset glance, Buggy released her hand before she hurried over to walk side by side with him.

"Buggy, what the hell was that about?!"

"Don't worry about it, we just needed to leave that shithole before I killed someone."

"That hasn't stopped you before!"

"I'll just say I'm feeling generous tonight then." Snarled Buggy, growing more and more enraged as the pair walked.

"We need to go back, we need those canons or we're screwed!"

"We can get the canons somewhere else, we need to go."

"But what was that all about?! Sure, the guy was a douche, but I could have easily just pushed him off with my wings or cut him with my dagger. Why are you being so weird about this?!"

"Because no one fucks with my girl!" Buggy shouted, spinning around to come face to face with (Y/n).

"W-wait, wait... Your girl?..." (Y/n) asked quietly, freezing as the meaning of his words sunk in.

Buggy halted his rant as he turned to fully face her, finally realizing what he had said. Running a palm through his blue locks, he dejectedly shook his head as he struggled to find the right words to say.

"Just forget about it, okay?! We have to get back to the ship..." Buggy muttered as he continued to stomp away.

As the blue haired pirate angrily marched down the street, (Y/n) stood frozen on the edge of the town, not knowing how to feel about what her beloved captain had just revealed to her.

[codfishing]

Okay BUT.

Western outlaw gang Task Force 141 deciding during a raid that you’re possibly the prettiest thing any of them have ever seen, so they take you along with the rest of the loot.

You had gone into town with your grandmother that day because she was getting up there in years and needed help carrying everything now, and your brothers were too busy helping your father with the ranch and your sister was off being courted so it was up to you. Not that you minded; the old woman was hilarious.

Everything was normal, until the sounds of hollering and screams reached you. Unfortunately you and your grandmother were out in the middle of the street when this started so you had already been seen and it was pointless trying to duck into a nearby store.

You instead usher her to the side of a nearby building and crowd her against a wall to shield her, hoping for the best. Your heart drops though as one of them brings their horse to a stop right in front of you, the sight of him causing your breath to catch for more reasons than you care to admit.

They all wear some sort of covering over the lower halves of their faces with a half-skull decal on it (a trademark that they’re well known for) and with the black cowboy hat you could only make out his eyes. And the piercing blue things were fixed on you.

You fight the urge to shrink back, your first instinct being to protect your grandmother before anything else.

“There’s nothin’ here you’ll want,” You said, forcing your shakey voice to sound firm. “Just an old woman with fabric scraps for quilting and groceries.”

The corners of the man’s eyes crinkled and you heard a deep, amused chuckle.

His head turned and over the chaos he yelled out, “Price!”

Your heart dropped as another man dressed in black pulled his horse over to join the first, another set of bright blue eyes looking you up and down. You stood frozen, rooted in place as your grandmother cowers behind you, feeling as though the two men were appraising you for something.

“Pretty thing, ain’t she?” The first man says with a noticeable grin in his voice.

The second, Price (your mind recognizes him as the gang leader) grunts in agreement. “Very pretty; prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

Your face flushes at the compliment and you chastise yourself, hiding the blush with a glare.

“Leave us alone,” You snap. “Have you no shame, terrorizing our little town?”

Price’s head tips up slightly and you hear a deep laugh that rings out amongst the shouts and screams. You immediately regret even speaking out, trying to keep up your brave front for the sake of your grandmother.

He looks to the first man and jutts his head away, and the first man glances down at you before steering his horse away and races off to join the chaos.

Price then catches your attention by dismounting from his horse, facing you with an amused look in his eyes. He slowly walks closer to you and you straighten, realizing just how much bigger he is than you.

His hand clad in black leather reaches out to grip your chin with more care than you expected, and his eyes take you in as he gently tilts your head back and forth, almost inspecting you.

With his free hand, he pulls his bandana down to reveal a strikingly handsome face and you stare up at him despite yourself, not missing the satisfied smirk adorning his features.

“I’ll make you a deal, love,” He started then, straightening up. “You want us to leave your little town alone?”

You hesitate before nodding, your heart pounding in your chest.

His smirk widens into a grin. He doesn’t move away though, doesn’t remove his hand from your chin, and your stomach starts to slowly twist as he leans forward slightly. “Alright then.”

You blink, waiting.

“We’ll leave as soon as you agree to go with us.”

Your skin grows cold and your eyes widen. “What?”

“You heard me,” He said amusedly. “Get up on my horse and we’ll leave your town immediately.”

Your mind was racing as you stared up at him, but deep down you knew already what your decision was.

Which was how you found yourself sitting in front of Price on his horse, a large arm holding you against him as he and his gang rode out of your town. You turned to try and look back one last time but his large frame hindered you from doing so, and he gently nudged you forward again.

He cooed at the tears streaming down your face, wiping them away with a swipe of his thumb.

“None of that now, love, you’re breaking my heart,” He said, the arm around your waist tightening slightly.

You kept your eyes forward on the desert landscape around you, ignoring the three men that were eyeing you with interest as your attention was caught by Price lowering his head slightly to yours as he spoke in a low voice.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you, love.”

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Black eyed & Blue ||

Chapter 1 - Skull & Crossed Wires

Frank Castle x Female Reader/OC

Notes: I'm posting this first short chapter in my Frank Castle and female OC/reader mini series in the hope that it will spur me on to finish it! I have some other chapters written already just need to get them where I want them and write some more. 😊

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, biting, general vampire themes, fluff & smut, frank being protective, Matt makes an appearance.

Please comment and let me know what you enjoy or would like to see as the story develops and I'll see what I can do!

Frank managed to limp his van to the nearest garage before it crapped out entirely. He had cleared it out after his latest 'road trip' back at the safe house. It wouldn't do any good if the mechanics found any of his arsenal…

He left them with the keys and said he'd check back in a couple of days. Leaving a cell number was out of the question too, he still wasn't quite comfortable leaving much of a trace even if he was now 'Pete'.

He walked up to the shop office two days later, hopeful he could throw down a few hundred and get going. A fraught looking gangly guy was having an in-depth discussion on the phone as he entered. He passively waved Frank in the direction of the garage floor, pulling the phone away from his mouth and yelling towards the doorway.

"Blue! Customer!"

Frank gave him a semi-polite nod and headed through the side door where his van was jacked up, a pair of dark blue Converse sticking out from underneath.

"Uh, right. Guess it ain't ready yet." Frank ventured.

"No shit Sherlock." A voice came from below.

"Can see why you got Shaggy on the front desk there, customer service ain't your thing huh?"

The feet peddled their way out from under the van to reveal a woman with her hair tied up out of her face with a blue bandana. She had an oil-smudged face, and chipped sky blue nail polish on her fingers. Her mouth dropped open as she pushed herself up and took in the figure of Frank standing over her.

"Oh fuck- I mean, shit! Damn! Fuck!" She winced. "I'm really sorry mister… thought you were Ray winding me up again. Sorry, I'm trying not to cuss as much but, um…"

Frank couldn't help the sly smile from spreading across his lips.

"Think you're doin' well enough. Don't you worry about it. Maybe uh, you can gimme an idea when she'll be ready?"

She got to her feet, wiping her oily hands on her dirty coveralls, which were also blue.

"Well, that's the thing. I'm still waiting for a part to come. I woulda called you to let you know but, uh, you didn't leave a number so…

"Yeah, don't have a phone." He scratched at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Kinda hate all that tech shit y'know."

"Wow. Well, okay old man, I'm not sure exactly when it'll arrive, our supplier is vague at the best of times, I really wanna find someone better but…"

Frank couldn't help grumbling a little. He was keen to get back on the road, after all, biker gang ass wasn't gonna kick itself. "Then I guess 'i'll just keep comin' back every day till she's ready."

Blue smiled politely. "Once it's here I'll get it fixed as fast as I can but if you refuse to have a phone like us regular people I guess that's just what you'll have to do. See you tomorrow then?"

Frank nodded. "Yeah. See ya tomorrow."

The next day Frank dropped by the garage late afternoon, he'd had a particularly rough night chasing down some dregs of the Dogs of War that refused to go down easily.

"Jeez, what the heck happened to you?" Blue asked, looking up and seeing the dark bruises around his eyes as she heard him come in. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking? Those are some shiners."

"Walked into the side of the door when I got up during the night to piss. Bein' how I'm an 'old man' an all," Frank deadpanned back.

"No shit. You gotta be more careful, looks a bit like someone belted you right in the kisser!"

Frank shrugs.

"To be honest I wouldn't be too surprised if they had. Don't take this the wrong way but you've kinda got one of those punchable looking faces, mister..?"

"It's uh, Pete." Frank replies with a slight chuckle, only slightly offended. "And is that so?"

She holds out her oily hand for him to shake. "Hi Mister Pete. They call me Blue. And yeah, I mean you're real good looking and all but-" she stopped as Frank shook his head and laughed.

"Jeez, I really gotta stop running my mouth around strangers! I am so sorry…"

Frank holds up both hands giving her a smile, it had been a while since he had laughed as much. "Hey, no worries. Punchable and good lookin'? I'll take it. So, Blue, huh? No need for me to ask why I guess. "

She returns the smile, scuffing the toe of her shoe into the ground shyly. "I just like the colour."

Frank clears his throat. "So uh, there any news on that part yet?"

"Oh! Yeah, um it might be tomorrow but…"

"Might not?" Frank finishes with a slightly tense shrug.

"Yeah, really sorry about this, Pete. I'd even go as far as to offer you a free coffee in apology but our machine's bust, and even if it was working it tastes crap anyway."

"Don't worry about it. Alright well, guess I'll seeya tomorrow again."

Blue gave him a little wave. "Yeah, seeya tomorrow Old Man, hope I've got some good news for you then."

Frank just shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leaves the garage and sets off back home.

The next day, when Frank turns up, Blue's face is bright with the biggest smile, and it only got brighter as she saw what 'Pete' had in his hands.

"Hey!" She greets him animatedly and it makes him feel a little warmer inside.

Frank nods then hands her one of the carryout cups of coffee he has. "Hey, didn't know how you take it but I got some sugar and milk here too if you want, seeing as your machine is broken an all."

Blue beams, her fingers brushing briefly over his as she accepts it. "Oh, thank you so much! And no, that's great, straight up is perfect, so kind of you, thanks Pete!"

Frank shrugs. "S'nothin'."

She takes a hearty sip and then remembers what she was about to say. "Good news by the way, the part arrived this morning! I'm about to get on it right now, shouldn't take too long if you don't mind waiting?"

Frank nods, finding a space to sit nearby. "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind me watching you work."

She disappears under the van. "Actually, gives me the chance to ask what the hell you've been putting this poor van through, you gotta take more care of her if you don't want to run her into the ground."

Frank huffed. "Yeah, just been real busy, y'know, and my work takes me all kinds of places, some uh, rough terrain."

"What kind of business are you in Pete?"

He scratches the stubble under his chin. "Uh, removals, pest control, odd jobs. That kinda stuff."

"A Pete of all trades?" Blue suggests, and Frank has to laugh.

"Yeah," again he feels the rare smile stretch his face as he strokes his stubbled jaw. "Somethin' like that."

It wasn't till later, when he was on the road again rummaging through the glovebox for the map when his hand landed on the tin of sweets. He took them out, curious seeing the note stuck to the lid.

'Something to sweeten you up, old man :)

-Blue'

He chuckles to himself as he opens the tin and takes a candy.

[kimmberleeex]

The View from Halfway Down

NSFW! 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ. TW: some smut content, strong language, graphic depictions of wounds and death, sexual content relating to sex, oral (m/f), penetration, breeding, etc, etc.

** Author’s note: Name of this one is inspired by Bojack Horseman, iykyk. Also, this is technically part 3 of an inadvertent series. These were three separate ideas that were written a long time apart and while I was writing this one, I realized the continuation. Too funny. Linking here: Part 1 , Part 2

*** Also, most of this is technically in the perspective of Eddie, with a small section in the (f) reader’s perspective that will be in a pink font.

*GASP* Air rushes into Eddie’s lungs as he shoots forward to sit up, he’s drenched in a cold sweat and dried blood. His hand clutches his chest, he can feel his heart racing under his palm. The clothes he had on were tattered and stained, but he sees none of the wounds that he had sustained from the demobats. There were very faint scars, but overall they were virtually nonexistent. Eddie rubbed his rough hands over where he was previously bleeding out from a large wound in his stomach. Only to feel where his skin was raised very minimally from the little scarring that he had. “What the fuck…?” He murmured to himself. A crash of thunder and a flash of lightning causes him to look around at his surroundings. All of the demobats he was fighting laid dead on the ground around him, Eddie slowly stood up. His muscles ached and his bones cracked as he stretched his limbs while he looked around. Other than the occasional thunder clap, it was too quiet. Eddie’s eyes fixated on Dustin’s spear that was lying near where he had woken up. “Dustin…” He whispered before looking around frantically, shouting louder as he searched for his friend. “DUSTIN? Y/N??”

Eddie’s hands ran through his hair, pushing the bandana off of his head as he pulled at the curls on his temples. Fear and confusion was settling into the crevices of his mind as he realized he was alone in this terrifying place that was his home, but it didn’t feel like his home. He quickly made his way to his trailer, only to see that it had been destroyed. There was a giant crack in the pavement, it looked like hell had erupted from it. Getting closer, he could feel the heat radiate off of the glowing magma like substance, but he could see the sky of his reality on the other end, there were plumes of smoke filling the air over there. “Shit…” Eddie murmured to himself. He held his hand out closer to the crack, it was warm, but it didn’t hurt him. “Screw it.” He said to himself before just leaping right in.

Eddie fell with a thud as gravity took a hold of him as he crossed the portal and was back on the right side of Hawkins. Police and army soldiers were crawling all over the place, luckily Eddie hadn’t been seen so he bolted off towards the woods. He had to find Dustin, he had to find you, and he couldn’t do that if he was captured for murder and whatever else they were blaming on him since this all blew up. The trees and brush were blurring past him as he darted faster than he ever knew he was capable of doing. He ran for so long until he was deep enough in the woods that his lungs burned from the exertion of his heavy breath.

For what felt like hours he spent trekking through the woods, trying to find his way and sneak over to Dustin’s, or even your house. Finally finding the edge of a treeline, Eddie slowly emerged and saw the Wheeler’s house in the distance. It was mid-afternoon by the looks of the sun in the sky, which seemed brighter than usual to Eddie. It annoyed him with how the brightness strained his eyes. But he chalked it up to his eyes were slowly adjusting from being in the dark for so long.

As inconspicuously as possible, Eddie snuck his way to the basement door of the Wheeler home. Nancy and Steve’s cars were both there, so he only had hope that the rest of the gang was too. When he was about to knock, Eddie’s palms had become super sweaty and it felt like his blood had run cold. Why was he so nervous? He was desperate to see his friends, but even more so to see you. God, he couldn’t imagine how you must be feeling. Remembering the last talk you two had before you had gone off with Nancy, Steve, and Robin. He had promised you that he wouldn’t do anything stupid, that he would protect himself so that he could come out unscathed and marry you. That was his promise, and he knew that he had broken it.

Taking a shaky breath to steel his nerves, Eddie slowly knocks on the basement door. After a few long moments, Nancy peers out behind the curtain covering the door window. Her eyes grow wide with horror, Eddie can hear muffled shouting before Dustin yanks the door open and runs into Eddie for a hug. Tears streaming down his face as he embraces his friend who was more like his brother, that he had previously lost. Dustin collides with him so hard that it knocks the wind out of him momentarily, Eddie just slowly pats Dustin’s back and squeezes him gently. “Missed you too, buddy.”

When he finally pulls away, Dustin looks up at him with tear-filled eyes. “Eddie, how? I watched you die…” He choked through tearful sobs.

Eddie pursed his lips together, wishing he had the answer. Because he remembers dying, he remembers telling Dustin that he loved him and choking on his last breath. He remembers thinking about you, wishing he could hold you again as he lost consciousness. “I don’t know, Dustin. I woke up.” That’s when Dustin sees that the wounds from the bats were gone, his eyes grow wide as he pulls you back at arms length to inspect you. Dustin mutters to himself while inspecting his scarred over wounds. Eddie takes a look around the basement, gingerly stepping inside with Dustin on his heels. Steve, Nancy, and Robin all take turns hugging Eddie but he doesn’t see you. “Where’s Y/N?”

Steve gives a look to Nancy before he turns to Eddie apprehensively. “She, uh, hasn’t been handling your ‘death’ very well. We’re lucky if she will even see us most days.”

Eddie’s ears perk up at that last word. “Days? How long have I been gone?”

Robin’s eyes are sad and her voice is soft when she speaks, “Eddie, it’s been a week and a half.”

“Shit…I need to go see her, she has to know I’m alright.” Eddie’s hand is already on the door handle when Nancy speaks up.

“Eddie, you’re still a wanted man. We don’t know how to prove your innocence with Upside Down top secrecy.” Her lips are pursed together before she continues. “I’ll go get her, but I’ll let you surprise her. Okay?”

Taking a shaky breath, he just nods. He goes and sits down on the couch to wait for you while Steve and Nancy are already heading out the door, keys jingling in hand. Eddie slumps against the back of the couch, closing his eyes while he rests his head there. Feeling the couch move as Dustin plops down next to him, Eddie peeks one eye open at him. “Why are you staring at me like that, Dustin?”

“Because you’re back from the dead mysteriously with no explanation why.” Dustin is then holding Eddie’s eyelid open and shining a flashlight in his iris, causing anger to settle in Eddie’s veins as he swats him away.

“Knock it off, Henderson.” He mutters through clenched teeth, his jaw set in irritation.

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There’s a rapid knock on your bedroom door, not wanting to answer it so you groan as you roll back over in bed, bringing the cover up around you. This was your new normal since Eddie died, leaving your bed was a chore. Everything made you cry because it would remind you of him. Another series of rapid knocks, irritation settling in your features as you groaned louder. Kicking your blankets off as you rolled out of bed, stomping over to your bedroom door and swinging it open with the a loud, annoyed, “WHAT?!”

Your face softened when you saw Steve and Nancy at the top of your stairs, sheepish half-smiles on their faces. Rubbing your face tiredly as you let out a long huff. “Sorry guys. Didn’t know you were coming. I’m still alive. If you can call this that…but I’m okay as I can be. You don’t have to check on me all the time.” It was a speech that you had grown accustomed to having because your friends and your mother were only worried about you. It was no secret how in love you and Eddie were, you felt like a widow at the funeral that Wayne insisted on having.

“Y/N, we need you to come with us to my house. And I need you to just trust me.” Nancy said sincerely.

Feeling your throat constricting as an emotional ball made its home there, you tried to swallow it down. Nancy’s was a regular hang out spot and you had so many wonderful and painful memories there. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Nance.”

Steve puts his hand on your arm, a genuine smile on his face. “Seriously, you won’t wanna miss this.”

Looking back and forth between them, you scan their features for any sign of trickery. Anxiety seeping into your bones as you wonder what could be happening. Slowly you nod your head, turning on your heels while closing the door slightly so you can change into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Even though it’s end of March, there’s still a chill to the wind outside and it’s’ still pretty comforting since it was one of Eddie’s old hoodies. Tears formed on your waterline as it still faintly smelled of him. When you opened your door back up, Nancy had a warm smile on her face

While you sat in the back of Nancy’s station wagon, you leaned your head against the cool window. Eddie’s scent was lingering in your nostrils and you were thinking about one of the dates you had with him last fall. It was just a movie date in his trailer, but he built a big fort out of the couch cushions, pillows, and blankets. The two of you made a bunch of snacks and cuddled while watching horror movies. He was wearing the same hoodie that you had on. Hugging the collar up into your nose, breathing in deeply, his scent was so faint but you could still picture his face, and oh god, hear his laugh.

Without realizing it, you had silently started crying. Steve had looked back at you and noticed your tears, so he put a reassuring hand on your knee, rubbing soft circles to ground you. It was something that Eddie used to do, your eyes shot open and once you saw that it was Steve, you swat his hand away. “I’m fine, sorry.” You muttered softly under your breath.

Once you three pulled up to Nancy’s, reluctantly you climbed out of the backseat of her car. Your anxiety was reaching new levels while you racked your brain as to what was going on. They refused to give any answers or hints, and every time you asked they would just say “You’ll see when we get there.”

“Well, we’re here. Now will you tell me what’s going on?” You say a little defiantly, your arms tucked under each other and into your sides. Nancy just tugs on your arm and drags you around to the basement entrance, which was odd because normally you guys went in through the front door. The moment’s leading up to her opening the door felt like it was in slow motion. She hurries inside and Steve follows, while you’re the last one in. With your heart thundering in your ears with each step, you slowly step inside. Subconsciously you had shut your eyes before stepping over the entry way, but you talk yourself into opening them. And that’s when you saw your dark chestnut curled, chocolate eyed, metal head sitting on the Wheeler’s couch.

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When Eddie saw you step in, he immediately rose to his feet. He wanted to gauge how you’d react to him first before overwhelming you. However, every nerve ending of his was on fire with need to wrap you in his arms and kiss you. He watched as a mixture of emotions flashed across your features — disbelief, horror, sadness, happiness, anger.

“Baby…” Eddie started as he slowly stepped towards you.

Instinctively you flinched away from him, which isn’t unlike what he had expected. He knew it was a lot of information to take in at once. That’s when he notices you’re wearing one of his old sweatshirts, he smiles softly. “I always liked my hoodies better on you, dollface.”

Your face dropped with realization, tears welling into your beautiful ocean pool eyes, spilling onto your cheeks as you finally came to believe that it was actually him. “It’s me, baby. It’s really me.” Eddie said, tears forming in his own eyes. That’s when you leapt across a bean bag chair that was on the floor in front of you, running straight for his arms. Almost knocking him down as you jumped into him, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Silent, body racking sobs filled the both of you as you reunited. Without even realizing it, the gang had quietly left you alone downstairs. They knew you needed a moment together.

Eddie’s hands were tangled in your hair as he was peppering kisses all over your face. Your skin tasted salty and sweet from crying, but Eddie kept kissing like his life depended on it, which it felt like it did. “I missed you, so much.” You muffled in between kisses.

Eddie pulled back to look at you, love and admiration twinkling in his eyes. “I know, babygirl. I am so sorry I left you alone like that. I promise I won’t ever do it again.” He holds your face between his palms, his hands warm against your skin — the cool metal of his rings sends a shiver down your spine. “It was the stupidest thing I could have done, and I’ll never forgive myself for it.”

Your hand rose up to cover his on your face, a little quiver to your lip as you talked softly. “Eddie, I’m not angry with you. I understand why you did it…it was just so painful to see you like that.” Closing your eyes as you relived seeing him bloody, lifeless, lying there in a pool of his own blood. It causes a shiver to run through your body, enough to make your blood run cold. “You were dead, I saw it with my own eyes. Steve had to pretty much drag me back because I wanted to stay with you.”

Eddie presses a tender kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes tightly as he imagines how you must feel. Murmuring softly against your skin. “It’s okay, I’m here. I don’t know how, I don’t know why. But I am here baby.” When he pulls back again to look at you, there’s this mutual understanding in the air. The both of you were thankful to have this moment again, one that you were both so sure would never happen. Why waste it on the “why’s” and “how’s” of it all?

He dips his head down to kiss you, it’s soft and a little unsure at first. However, it doesn’t take long for both of you to melt into it, your lips meshing together perfectly. His tongue traces along the seam of your lips before slipping between them, exploring your mouth like it holds a treasure for him. A small whimpering moan comes from your throat that drives Eddie absolutely wild, his own moan escaping from deep within him. He takes his hoodie off of you, marveling at your beautiful skin. The tips of his rough fingers ghost over your collarbone and over the supple skin of your full breasts. It causes goosebumps to form in their wake, Eddie watches as you arch into his touch with half-lidded eyes, your lips parted with heavy breath from your arousal. The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk as he watches you react to him, it was always his favorite part of making love to you.

He began trailing kisses from your lips, along your jaw, and down the column of your throat. Eddie stops at your pulse point, sucking gently at first but then your soft mewls drive him wild with desire. His teeth graze along your bruising skin and he has to make himself pull away, panting softly before he does the same thing to the other side of your neck. Your hands were tangling in Eddie’s curls, encouraging him to keep going with your soft moans and hums of approval. Eddie continues his descent down your body, kissing along your breasts until he reaches one of your already hardened nipples. He peers up at you from under his curls as he sucks the sensitive teat into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and even nibbles ever so gently to make you jump at the sensation. He smirks with his mouth full of you as he continues to suckle, your head rolling back on your shoulders with your eyes pinched shut in pleasure. He breaks away from you and murmurs hotly against your skin. “Damn, baby. I’m barely getting started. Miss me that much?”

A soft groan leaves your lips as his lips leave your body even momentarily. A little exasperation is in your voice as you look down at him. “Always miss you, baby. Jus’ need more. Need all of you.” There’s a whine of desperation in your voice that pulls at Eddie’s heartstrings. He smiles softly at you before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

Whispering softly, “Okay, baby. I got you. You want more?” When you nod so eagerly, it warms his heart. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifts you by your ass. His hands squeezing and rubbing your plump cheeks through your jeans as he brings you over to the couch. “We gotta be quiet, baby. I know you’ll be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?” Delicately he brushes your hair out of your face, caressing your cheek and brushes his thumb over your swollen, kiss-bitten lip.

Nodding your head, you whisper back to him. “I promise, baby. I’ll be a good girl, just please keep touching me.” There’s that desperate whine again, it causes Eddie’s crooked grin to twist up on his lips. He leans over you and begins kissing down your stomach, relishing when your back arches and soft moans escape your lips the lower he descends. His teeth graze against your skin as his fingers fumble with the button on your jeans. Hooking his fingers into the denim and the lace waistband of your panties, he slowly slides them down your thighs, groaning when he sees your slick folds.

“Mm, so wet for me. So perfect.” He places soft kisses along your pelvis, your hips arching as he slides your jeans all the way off. Smirking against your skin as you inhale sharply, his hands massage your thighs and hips. He licks a long flat stripe up your wet slit, teasing you while being desperate for a taste of you. A guttural moan leaving his throat as he savors that familiar sweet taste. “If we had more time to be alone, darling. I would fucking devour you.” The whimper you made was making it harder not to, but he reluctantly stands, positioning himself between your legs at the edge of the couch. Unbuckling his very fashionable bullet belt, smirking down at you as you pinch your pouty pink lip between your teeth.

“Such a good girl, being so ready f’me.” His thumb rubs circles around your swollen bud, causing you to moan softly, legs spreading wider apart as Eddie’s free hand pushes his pants and boxers to his feet. He palms his length while he dips his finger between your slick folds, stretching you open slowly so that he could get you ready for his thick cock. A soft groan leaves his lips when you clench around his digit, he curls it upward to rub against that oh so sensitive spongy spot on your walls. Grinning in delight as you writhe with pleasure beneath him. “Mm, babygirl. So fuckin’ tight.” A gasp followed by the most pathetic whimper leaves your lips as Eddie slowly retracts his finger. It almost makes him chuckle as he lines the tip of his very swollen cock with your soaked entrance. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

Eddie’s arms hook under your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as he slowly sinks himself into your tight heat. Stopping every inch or so to allow your pussy time to get used to the stretch from his intrusion. Your grip on him causes Eddie to grunt and moan as he eventually he bottoms out inside of you. It makes him whimper when he feels your walls clench around him while your pussy throbs. Going slowly at first until he can breathe through his intense desire to cum, he slowly pistons and rotates his hips until he creates a steady rhythm. His skin snapping against your slick covered thighs and ass as your arousal drips down your body.

A symphony of quiet moans, grunts, and wet skin slapping together fill the basement of the Wheeler’s house. What the two of you don’t know is occasionally, Steve will walk by the door at the top of the stairs to see if you two are finished yet. When he hears that you are indeed not yet done, he makes a face and walks back to the rest of the group just shamefully shaking his head. “Didn’t need to know that’s how either of them sound like…” Steve trails off as he shudders. “Freakin’ lovebirds, man, I swear.”

Eddie pulls out momentarily to lay with you on the couch, he positions himself carefully between your legs and sinks back into your tight heat with a groan. One of his hands is resting next to your head as he props himself up to keep his weight off of you. The other hand, brushes your hair off of your sweaty face. He peppers kisses on your lips and murmurs in between his grunts and breathy pants about his love for you. When he notices your hand laying next to your face, his fingers slide along your wrist, across your palm to intertwine his fingers with yours. Keeping a firm grip on your hand as it pushes into the plush couch.

Sensing that you’re getting close, Eddie thrusts harder but slows down his pace. Rotating his hips to brush against your tender spot, edging you closer to your release while chasing his own. He smiles against your lips as you make him kiss you to stifle your moans. After a few more thrusts, he can feel you coming undone underneath him, your body contracting and milking his cock for his seed. He rams his cock one final time as his body shudders, his cum pulsing out in thick ropes while filling you entirely. Breaking the kiss you two were sharing, he leans his forehead against yours, panting softly with his eyes closed so that he could bask in this orgasmic afterglow with you for a moment.

Giving you a final kiss before he slowly pulls out his softening cock, he pushes himself off the couch to get dressed. He was already collecting your clothes for you as you shakily sit up. A soft chuckle radiates from Eddie’s chest. “You okay, babydoll?” Your eyes are glazed over, a stupid sex-dazed grin on your face, it warms Eddie’s belly to see you this way.

“‘M perfect, baby.” Smiling up at him while you take your clothes from him. He helps you stand and hold onto him for support while you get your jeans and underwear back on. He even helps you put his hoodie back on, his fingers raking through your hair to fix it. A sweet smile on his lips before he gathers his jeans and pulls them back over his hips. Grabbing you by your cheeks, he pulls you into him to kiss your forehead before he yells upstairs.

“Alright, Harrington, you perve. We’re done.” He smirks at you when you hit his shoulder.

As Steve descends the stairs, the rest of the gang in tow, he has an annoyed look on your face. “Thank god we gave you two some space. Because that was disgusting.”

Eddie just laughs, “Oh, c’mon, man. Just because you don’t know how to please a lady right, doesn’t mean it’s disgusting when I do it.”

A furious blush creeps into your cheeks as your hands instantly go up to cover them, Eddie just giggles and wraps you into his arms, burying your face in his chest to let you hide there. Steve continues with a scoff and a smug look on his face, “Gross, Munson. Just so you know, I please the ladies plenty.”

Robin makes a loud vomit-like noise. “BLEGH. Can you two please quit having a masculine metaphorical dick-measuring contest?”

Eddie just grins as he looks around at his friends, and you of course who was just radiating with laughter at everyone’s antics, a hint of blush still lingering on your adorable cheeks. His heart felt warm, he still wasn’t sure how he was brought back. At this very moment, he couldn’t care why or how. He was just happy to have you in his arms again and hear your beautiful laughter.

As quick as the thoughts about this beautiful moment entered his mind, they are quickly shut out by a hair-raising chill on the back of his neck. It causes Eddie’s arm to raise up as his palm rubs against it, feeling the goosebumps already risen there. There’s a tingling whooshing sound filling his ears while everyone’s voices drown out. A look of panic and fear washes across Eddie’s face as he looks around the basement. Something was happening, or someone was coming…

[allzelemonz]

Romeo and Tybalt: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader is referred to as ‘man’ and ‘lad’. Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Smut, violence Warnings: Sean never shuts up, Sean is loud during sex, top Reader and bottom Sean, Reader is an O’Driscoll, smut, anal fingering, handjob, anal sex, kissing, marking, yes the title is a Shakespeare reference Summary: Being stuck in a cell with a member of a rival gang doesn’t turn out how you might expect.

That idiot that got you caught is going to pay when you get back to camp. Billy was never very bright but he could’ve at least stayed and fought. It’s in the past now, you’re stuck in a cell and there’s not much you can do other than relax on the bench and wait for an opportunity.

“Come on ya filthy pigs!” A man yells from upstairs. “Ya cowards can’t handle me without tyin’ my hands.”

The stairs creak as the deputies bring him down the stairs. Gray suit, red hair, unmistakably that Irish idiot that runs with the Van der Lindes. MacGuire, if you remember right. You know he’ll see the bandana around your neck that they didn’t bother to take, an almost universal sickly shade of green that identifies your loyalties to Colm O’Driscoll. They’re rough with him, much more than they were with you. Probably because he has yet to shut his mouth.

“Ya ain’t gonna hold me long, boys.” He says as they untie his wrists and shove him inside.

They rush up the stairs and lock the door behind them, not interested in dealing with the mouthy outlaw any more than they have to. His gaze wanders to you and it lands on your bandana quicker than you thought.

“O’Driscoll.” He hisses.

“Van der Linde.” You state plainly.

“Fuck off.”

You laugh a little at that. “Straight to the point then?”

“Yer sick fuckin’ dogs, the lot a’ ya.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the wall.

“Just making money. We are outlaws after all, MacGuire.”

“Course ya know my name. Probably got little spies everywhere.”

You shake your head. “You’re just stupid enough to make yourself known.”

“Stupid, am I?” He chuckles. “Me?”

You smile. “Never met a bigger idiot.”

“Oh, fuck off, fuckin’ O’Driscoll.”

“Make me.”

He stands up straight. “I just might.”

You sigh, standing from your somewhat comfortable spot. “Come on then, Van der Linde. Let’s get this over with.”

He runs at you and you catch him, forcing him back against the wall. You grapple for a bit before he manages to knock you on the ground but you pull him down and get over him, beginning to land blows to his face. He catches your wrist and you can feel his breathing beneath you. Against your better judgment, you stop and sit back on the floor to let him sit up. He glares at you, a hand cupping his jaw.

“You gonna shut up now?” You ask, catching your breath.

“Lucky I don’t got a gun, O’Driscoll.”

You groan, leaning back against the wall. “We’re gonna be in here for a whole night, MacGuire. Let’s forget the O’Driscoll versus Van der Linde before we kill each other.”

He laughs. “‘Fraid I’ll best ya next time, are ya?”

“Just don’t wanna deprive the town of a good hanging.”

He shakes his head. “Suppose we could go without bein’ at each other's throats.”

“Say that again.”

“What?” He asks, looking up at you.

“Throat. Say it again.”

“Fuck off.” He waves, turning so he can lean against the opposite wall.

You chuckle. “I’ve heard plenty of Irishmen in the gang, but they don’t say it like that.”

“O’Driscoll’s ain’t worthy a’ bein’ Irish.”

You put your hands up. “Fine, fine. Whatever you say, MacGuire.”

“Sean.” He says. “Call me Sean.”

You give him your name and it sounds strange when he says it, not the accent but the fact that a Van der Linde knows your name now.

“So what did you do, Sean?”

“Bounty hunters.” Sean groans. “Bloody army of ‘em. You?”

“Friend got in a fight, ran off.”

“O’Driscolls.” Sean laughs, shaking his head.

“Billy’s not so bad. Dumb but not a bad guy.”

“An O’Driscoll not bein’ a bad guy? I find that a little hard ta believe.”

You laugh lightly. “Fair enough.”

Sean looks over you. “Ya don’t seem so bad, I suppose.”

“Is that right?”

He shuffles, leaning his head back against the wall. “Easy on tha eyes at least.”

You sit forward, looking over Sean. He’s not bad looking for a Van der Linde, definitely better than most of the O’Driscoll boys. He has a bruise forming on his jaw, but other than that he has a softened edge about him.

“You’re not bad yourself.” You mutter.

Sean tilts his head forward again, meeting your eyes. “Damn good chance we’re both hanged tomorrow.”

You nod. “Very good chance, yeah.”

He clears his throat. “It’d, uh, it’d be a shame to waste our last night. Wouldn’t ya say?”

“Scandalous, Sean.”

He grins, scrambling over to you. “I don’t really bloody care.”

He presses your lips together as he settles himself in your lap. His hands hold your face as your rest on his waist, happy to let him do the work. It doesn’t take long at all before his hips rub against you and he tries to make friction for himself.

“I think you like the scandal, Van der Linde.” You whisper.

He hums, more focused on trying to feel something good. You push him back roughly so he lands on the ground and your hands make quick work of his pants. Sean scrambles to get his shirt off as you undress yourself. He pulls you on top of him so he can kiss you and run his hands over your bare chest. You bring your hand down to tease him, slowly stroking him and earning a moan. He brings a hand to his mouth and sucks at his fingers before he lifts his hips so he can prepare himself. You’re content to watch him for a minute before you press encouraging kisses to his neck, making sure to leave a few marks for him to remember.

“Fuck me good, will ya, O’Driscoll?” He says, a groan to his voice as he fucks himself on his fingers.

“You want that, Van der Linde?” You smirk, looking down at him as he squirms from the squeeze you give his dick. “You wanna get fucked on a cell floor by a member of a rival gang?”

“God, yes.” Sean moans, removing his fingers so he can pull you closer.

“Not afraid of what your boss’ll say?” You ask as you spit on your hand to slick yourself up before aligning with him.

Sean laughs. “Are you, big man?”

You chose not to answer because it’s very much a yes. Colm would shoot you the second he found out. You’d be a traitor. So you focus on the needy man beneath you and slowly push inside. He squirms, so you hold his hips. He wines, so you move one hand to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, O’Driscoll.” He pants when you remove your hand. “Fuck do ya feel good.”

You lean down and kiss Sean to keep him quiet as you move your hips at a quick pace. You can feel his little whines against your mouth with every move you make so you only give him the occasional second to catch his breath. He starts to move with you, his hips meeting yours in time and you bring your hand down to jerk him at the same pace. The slick feeling, the little noises he makes, fucking Sean MacGuire may be a death sentance if your gang ever finds out but it is one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

“Be quiet now, Van der Linde.” You whisper in his ear. “Don’t want the law to hear.”

Sean bites back a moan as you continue to slam into him. He wants to say something witty back, but he’ll scream if he does. He’s dizzy, utterly blissed, and close to his end. When suck another mark into his neck he cums with a hand over his mouth to stay quiet. You keeping pounding into him, fucking him for all he’s worth as he becomes more sensitive and he has to really hold his hand in place to keep the whines in. You bite at his skin lightly as you release, filling Sean entirely. He squirms under you, finally removing his hand and sighing in relief as you slide out of him.

He laughs, his hand slicking back his sweaty hair. “We can’t die now, we gotta do tha’ again.”

You press a soft kiss to his lips and he gladly returns with the same lasting gentleness. Then you pull away and sit back, letting Sean sit up with you.

“No one can know.” You say with a serious tone. “Colm would kill me.”

Sean’s smile falls. “So I’m just a quick fuck?” He asks. “Tha’ sure felt like more than a quick fuckin’ fuck!”

You shush him, glancing back at the stairs. “It wasn’t. I want to do this again. As much as I hate you Van der Lindes, I want to do this again.”

He relaxes slightly. “Come with me then.”

“Just ‘cause I wanna fuck you again doesn’t mean I’m betraying my gang, MacGuire.” You snap, then you take a breath. “I like you, but the O’Driscolls are my life.”

“I think ya wanna do more than just fuck me, big man.” Sean laughs, bringing himself closer to you. “I got a sense fer these things.”

You put a hand in his hair, tugging him towards you for a kiss, soft like the last one. “We gotta get out of here first.”

“Worry about tha’ later.” Sean says, climbing into your lap again. “I’m good fer another go.”

You smile as he kisses you again, a little more hungry this time. Your hand tangles more into his hair as you feel yourself hardening again. Then gunshots from upstairs make you both freeze. Both of you know what they likely mean, a breakout. You scramble for your clothes as Sean does the same, managing to get them on before two masked men come down the stairs.

“Sean? Ya down here?” One of them calls.

Sean rushes to the bars, his pants only halfway buttoned. You move slowly, acting natural and sitting back on the bench as you were when Sean first came. In your hand you hold your green bandana and you slowly stuff it into your pocket as a larger man with long hair comes to the cell.

“Let's get you out of here.” He says, looking over the key ring.

“A sight fer sore eyes, Charles.”

More shots ring out and you can hear a few familiar shouts from outside.

“You should hurry.” You say to Sean.

Charles opens the door and nods to you. “Who’s your friend, Sean?”

“He ain’t a friend.” He grins at you. “Ya heard the lad, let’s go.”

Sean pulls his friend up the stairs and you hold your breath, waiting for more shots. They never come, just footsteps running down the stairs. You stand and meet the familiar O’Driscoll faces, Billy at the front. At least he came back for you. At least he didn’t see Sean.

[princessimotep]

Tienes Mi Corazón - Chapter 6

~*~ 18+ content. Minors do not interact ~*~

A lot had happened since Javier’s confrontation with Micah. Things had turned bad back in Horseshoe Overlook when Pinkerton agents had revealed themselves to Arthur whilst he was on a fishing trip with young Jack. Dutch had deemed it best that they move camp for the safety of the gang members. Charles and Arthur found a camp called Clemons Point and it was more beautiful than the latter. It was well hidden and had a lake which stretched out for miles. Hosea reminded Miriam that she was more than welcome to stay until she figured out what she wanted to – so that’s what she did; she stayed. She concluded she was safer with these people than out on her own, escaping from her past. More importantly, Javier was the main reason she wanted to stay. With each passing day, the man filled her mind more and more. Thinking back to the rescue, the horse ride back from Strawberry, to him standing up to Micah for her…  but not just those things. Little things influenced her infatuation of him. The way he would tie his bandana around his neck, how he stood tall whilst on guard duty. The way he would shave, leaving his goatee and moustache. How he would shine his boots, taking pride in his appearance. To Miriam, he was the best dressed in camp and most of the other gang members would agree. She even caught Sean one time telling Javier that vanity was a sin and Javier threatened him in that suave way of his. He had such an alluring appeal to her when he would subtly threaten people like that.

It was the first night at Clemons Point and everything had finally been set up by the best efforts of everyone. Once everything had been done and Miss Grimshaw was happy with the layout, Miriam was finally released and able to wander around camp. The wavy-haired woman rolled her head back and sighed in content as she made her way over to the water. The scenery was so tranquil. The crescent moon’s glow bouncing off the surface of the water making a most mystical haze. The stars twinkled, splattered like paint across the dark night’s glassy veil. She had only read about such landscapes in her books and it was truly breath-taking to see such sights in real life.

Normally, Miriam would be reading at a time like this however she decided to spend her free time to help a certain someone with a clothing repair. Earlier, Javier explained how his jacket had gotten a tear in the arm area and Miriam offered to help fix it. Despite his pleads of telling her she didn’t need to trouble herself, she insisted. She explained that she wanted to do this for him, she just needed to help Grimshaw with her chores and she’d get right to it. So that is why Miriam now had Javier’s jacket in her arms. Finding a spot a little away from camp, sat on the shoreline by the water, Miriam tucked her skirt neatly over her folded legs that were out to the side and started threading a piece of cotton through a needle.

“There you are.” A familiar warm voice spoke out, followed by his footsteps on the shore. “I thought you finally decided to leave us.” Miriam grinned at Javier’s words. She didn’t break her eyes away from the thread and needle.

“I couldn’t possibly leave you all. Not just yet.” Javier leant down, peering over her shoulder.

“And why’s that?” Once she finally pushed the thread through the end of the needle, she looked at him with a coy expression.

“Well, you all just have… so many clothes to repair.” She flicked Javier’s jacket out so it was now across her lap. “You’d all have nothing left to wear if I were to go.” She joked to which Javier laughed.

“Ah so it’s my clothes that keep you here, hm?”

“Why of course Mister Escuella.” She teased, holding back a laugh. “You are the best dressed man in camp.” He cockily smiled, looking away.

“Well, I try.” He fiddled with his white sleeves, rolling them back into the crevice of his elbows. “Especialmente para mi chica.” (“Especially for my girl.”) Miriam looked at Javier, raising an eyebrow.

“I wish you would teach me more, Javier. I’d like to know what you’re saying to me.” Javier gestured his hands out, straightening his back. He tried to find an excuse to delay his teachings for her, after all, he still got drunk off that innocent and puzzled expression she would give him every time he spoke to her in Spanish.

“I’ll teach you if… you teach me something.” She scoffed looking around.

“Like what?” There was a pause. His eyes then shot to her sewing needle. He pointed.

“Teach me to sew.” She blinked a couple times.

“What, now?”

“Sí.” Javier then sat down behind her with his legs either side of her body. His closeness got Miriam nervous again. “With you as my teacher, I’m sure I’ll pick it up quick.” His body arched over hers, his head able to look over her shoulder to get a full view of her hands and lap. He took the needle from her hand, the thread falling out from the end. “What do I do with this?” Miriam smiled, shaking her head. Both her tiny hands grabbed onto his large one. He couldn’t help but adore the way they looked holding onto his.

“First you need to thread the needle.” His eyes dropped down to where the thread was and picked it up with his spare hand.

“This?” He gruffly asked.

“Yes. You need to push it through that tiny hole at the end of the needle.” Miriam let go of his hands so he could try and connect the two. He strained his neck forward, frowning at the difficulty of it.

“Mierda. How are you supposed to do this?” She smiled softly at his frustration.

“If you can’t get it through, you just need to wet the end.” Once again, Miriam held onto Javier’s hand; the one which was holding the thread, with both of hers. She looked at the small piece of cotton that poked out from his fingers and she placed her lips over it. The tip of her tongue poked out, soaking the thread with her saliva. Javier watched intently with his copper eyes. To him she had the most pretty little mouth. He fantasied putting his index and middle finger between her lips and how she would obediently run her tongue over them. He swallowed watching Miriam pull her lips away. She let go of his hands so he could thread it through which he successfully did after a couple attempts. After that she taught Javier the basics of sewing with her small hands guiding his big ones, he started to repair the jacket. Every time she would let go of his hands; Javier would make out he needed help just so she could hold onto him again.

God, he thought she looked beautiful between his arms.

“So… can you please teach me some Spanish?” Miriam hummed. He didn’t say anything, just smirked. She turned her head just a little to look at him. Their lips were inches away. “Or least just translate what you said earlier?” He let go of the fabric, leaning back on his hands to take a break whilst he cracked his neck. Miriam helped finish off the repair.

“What’s something you like?” She contemplated the question and looked up to the sky.

“Well… I like the moon and the stars.”

“What about them?”

“They’re… beautiful. They truly make me feel safe. At peace. Others find nights like these lonely, but I find them comforting. Whenever I’ve felt alone in the past… I always look up to the night sky. It makes me realise I’m not alone in this world.” Javier cocked his head to the side to try and see her face. The moon’s light sparkled against her skin. She looked as though she had been touched by an angel. To him, she had a sweet way with words. He leant forward again and pointed up to the moon.

“Luna.” Javier stated. She repeated the beautiful word. He then gestured out to the stars. “Estrella.”

“Es…strella.”

“Sí.” Without thinking about it, Javier’s hand went to her waist. “So, you could tell someone you really care about, this… tu eres mi luna y estrellas.” Miriam turned around in his lap, now on her knees looking up at him. She playfully raised an eyebrow.

“And what does the first part mean?”

“It means…” His middle and index finger held onto a few strands of her hair and placed them over her shoulder. “tu eres… you are… mi luna y estrellas… my moon and stars.”

“Tu eres… mi luna… y estrellas.” She repeated. His fingertips brushed over the lengths of her own fingers. She was too captivated in his gaze to notice. Javier’s eyes bore into hers.

“Sí.” Then something in her clicked. The way he was looking at her; it made her realise that he was saying those words to her. Her heart sped up in its beats. Her blood felt on fire as it rushed down her neck and chest, straight to her core. He was looking at her so serious. His eyes were hungry yet needing. Full of want. ‘Could he…’ She thought to herself, her heart swelling at the idea that this man could possibly feel the same way about her as she did for him.

“Javier…” He held tightly onto her hand, making sure she stayed.

“Miriam.” He sharply stated.

“THHHH…EEERREEE you two ARReeeee…!” A low voice belonging to a woman echoed across the shoreline. The couple pulled away from each other, looking at who it was. It was Karen and she was clearly in quite a drunken state. “I’ve been lookIN’… EVERYWHeeeeRRee for yoouuu.” Javier scowled, running a hand through his hair, stopping when he came to the band that held his ponytail.

“I think you’ve had too much.” He muttered with a hint of annoyance in his tone. Karen’s mouth went into an ‘o’ shape at the remark.

“What’s PISSED in yuuuurr BOOOts. HM?” Miriam smiled nervously, not wanting the two to get into any sort of conflict. She gave the fully repaired jacket to Javier.

“Karen…” Miriam got up, placing her hands on Karen’s arm to guide her back into camp. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“I DON’T neeeeed BaByInGG!”

“I know. But you want to end the night on a good note, right?” Karen slumped over, looking at Miriam. Slowly Karen broke out into a huge grin. She booped Miriam on the nose.

“Yuuuur a good friend.” Shaking her head with a small laugh leaving her lips, Miram helped guide the blonde to her tent.

After Karen had been settled down and passed out in her bed, everyone else had retired to their own tents by that time aside a couple members. Miriam was in her own tent, led down on her back in just her undergarments. It was raining outside and the sound of the droplets smashing against the tent soothed Miriam’s ears. The very sound gave her goosebumps and would often lull her to sleep. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to fall asleep. Miriam’s mind was on Javier and the man was driving her insane. ‘Was that a confession?’ She’d think to herself along with many other impending thoughts. ‘Does he… like me? Like really like me?’’ ‘Does he do this to all the other women?’ ‘What if he’s just teasing me? What if… it’s some sick twisted game.’

Miriam panted at the idea. If it was just a game to Javier, it was the cruellest thing he could do. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve the desirable feeling growing between her legs. ‘God… I like him so much.’ Her hand trailed down underneath her undergarments, her middle finger touching her clit. She hissed at how cold her finger was compared to her core which was burning hot. Her middle finger went further down to her opening and she couldn’t believe how sopping wet she was from just thinking about Javier. She swiped her finger back up to her clit, coating it in her juices. She rubbed it in circles, toes curling at the sensational feeling that coursed through her veins. ‘Oh Javier…’

The cocoa-haired woman rolled onto her front, pushing her arm further down into her undergarments. She pretended it was Javier’s fingers instead of her own. After teasing her clit for a few seconds, she pushed her middle finger into her pussy. She could hear the squelch of her liquids over the sound of the rain. She gasped at the cold temperature inside her. Miriam pressed the back of her hand into the ground and angled her middle finger out straight so she could begin to ride it. She imagined Javier whispering words of Spanish in her ear before telling her how much of a whore she was being for him, getting all worked up like this.

“Javier…” She whispered. A small patch of drool formed on her folded-up dress coat she used as a pillow. Her hips rolled more into her hand, her palm brushing against her clit. She frowned, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of him being so cruel to her whilst he pumped his fingers into her. She added her index finger, a couple tears rolling down her face. ‘Can you handle it, cariño?’ She imagined him whispering in her ear. ‘Or should I stop?’

“N-No! Don’t stop…” She begged to herself. By the Gods she could just imagine the smug look on his face, seeing her in this state over him. “M-Mmm… Make me come… Javier…” She arched her fingers into a hooklike shape to scrape against her g-spot. ‘Like this, cariño?’ “Y-Yes!” She panted harder, almost starting to hyperventilate. She grinded harder into her hand, going dizzy at the immense pressure building up in her core. Miriam’s chest went tight. “J-Javi… Javi…” Her back arched and she lifted her head with her eyes shut feeling her orgasm overtake her body. She badly wanted to cry out his name but she knew she would wake everyone up, even if the rain was loud tonight. All she could do was hang her mouth wide open and grind harder into her palm, feeling her clit twitch in undying excitement. The ecstasy shot through her body, all the way to her toes.

When it was over, she let out a huge sigh, shaking violently as she dropped herself onto her belly. She pulled her fingers out from her undergarments and looked at them seeing how wet they were. Her cheeks blushed into a violet glaze as she grabbed a rag that was beside a bucket. She wiped her fingers clean before soaking her hands thoroughly in the bucket. She even splashed some water over her face to make herself cool off from the intense experience. She had touched herself before but it had never been as wild as that. Just thinking of the man now, even after her orgasm, shot a hot arrow into her core. Miriam could easily get herself worked up again over him.

Trying to push her impure thoughts away, she laid down on her side and shut her eyes. She focused on the rain and smiled. Perhaps she didn’t just like him.

It might have been something more.

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Good chance of them being; the cutest things in the entire multiverse ever, much better than the fruit twins; according to Dawn.]

Oi, them be fighting words. If Dawn's not careful, he gonna end up looking like Eben Byers otherwise.

[Canon!SWK/Dawn is just sobbing from the cuteness of their daughters. He def ranks them higher on the cuteness ladder than any of the au! kiddos.]

Like, the other SWKs get it, they too find their own kiddos the cutest amongst the cubs, but still - "Oh, put them up, buttercup!"

[Jackpotshipping is unlikely. .. Unless they find another freebie in the trash .. Street orphans are negotiable.]

Ace coming to visit one day and leaves with a new kid he found in Megapolis, calling 'dibs' XD

[Canon!Red: "It will keep our parents off of our backs regarding children at least. For at least for a few months."]

Hehe!

A few months later, in the restaurant, MK and Red are sort-of being cornered and asked about the future kids, only for SWK bust through the door, an absolute manic grin on his face, tail wagging at speeds comparable to a jet engine, while holding Macaque in a bridal carry.

There is no sight of the nimbus, so the group wonders if he ran here...

"We're pregnant!" SWK announces, before backpedaling, "Well, not 'we', not like our alts, but we are, well, Mac is, ugh, I helped!"

"Give him a minute. He is so excited he left his brain back on Flower Fruit Mountain." Macaque laughs softly at that.

So much excited screeching incoming.

And relief, from Spicynoodles now that the group's attention is diverted again.

Even if Canon PIF and Mac are not more than begrudging allies, I could see them looking up things for the babies, for the former to see what's new and useful for rearing children since she now knows what needs to be done to make more.

Though, the best advice must come from those who have raised multiple kids by now:

"Color code everything!"

"Huh?"

"Kids will argue about what belongs to whom. Especially twins - and triplets. Color coding saves your sanity. Can't argue the teddy bear is yours if it has a bandana of your siblings color, right?"

"Also, just because you're craving it, don't nonstop indulge. The weight makes the birth worse."

"What do you mean by that?" Gets shown the image of the Nodelets after birth, "Holy shit, she's huge!"

referencing posts about the Canon LMK Shadowpeach having kids in the Wukongverse.

["Give him a minute. He is so excited he left his brain back on Flower Fruit Mountain."]

Ok thats gotta be my favorite way to describe how Wukong reacts to such good news. I love the mental imagery of his tail going at the speed of a helicopter rotor as he tries to figure out how to announce it to the gang. Canon MK is def the first to start crying with proxy happiness.

[Though, the best advice must come from those who have raised multiple kids by now]

Aww, I love the thought of the other parent LEMs giving Canon!Macaque/Dusk baby advice. Like a moms club.

And ofc Plum using Yuebei's baby photo as a warning not to indulge. He jokes that the little girl "needed her own room" or else neither he nor Peach would have been able to move from the baby weight. Dusk shudders at the thought.

Liang tells horror stories of the 5 stone-fruit monkeys fighting over whos things are whos. Colour co-ordination is such a must to avoid in-fighting.

Zhanshi has softer advice on how to take care of a smaller/weaker baby (Xiaoyun hatched prematurely). And Olive just says "You are gonna feel like crap sometimes. Its normal."

Meanwhile in the next room, Canon!SWK/Dawn is getting roasted by the whole SWK gang for his worrying + his brain stuttering from happiness.

[Oi, them be fighting words]

I can imagine all the other SWKs letting Dawn have his moment of new-dad-pride when the twins are actually born, but you know the fists and staffs are flying the second Dawn tries saying his kids are the cutest of the whole multiverse. Smokey argues for Xiao Qi, whos so cute he literally heals the world. Dasheng in turn argues for Xiaoyun, his scrappy little cloud. Cherry is then like "nope, you're all wrong. your babies can't out-cute my pebble army."

Its worse than the time the other DBKs met and went full soccer-dad on eachother.

The LEMs come back only to see the living room completely destroyed. Someone has been tosed through a screen door. The table has been broken in half.

Only the ones that stayed out of it are the SWKs who don't have any kids + Ace ( s laughing up a storm).

Plum: "What in buddha's name happened here!?" Peach: "A matter of pride. Dawn tried saying his kids are cuter than ours." Plum: "...thats dumb. You know babies look ugly as frick to anyone not the parents. Simple biology." The Other SWKS, regaining conciousness: "Huh?" Plum: "Observe. I was just showing the other Macs a certain newborn photo of Yuebei. Does this look like a cute baby to you?" The Other SWKs: *looks at photo* Photo: *newborn Yuebei being weighed on a kitchen scale. Her face is super wrinkly, and her fur is really wispy and wet-looking. Looks like a little angry gremlin. Her smaller brothers are right next to her in the bassinet.* Smokey: "Sweet buddha..." Cherry: "Thats a HUGE baby!" Dasheng: "...did you say newborn!?" Plum: "Yup. Why did you think I warned Dusk not to give into cheese cravings?" Dawn: "I thought that was just photoshop..."

The argument is immediately forgotten, as now the SWKs are just glad that they didn't get a mega-sized 9-pound potato baby. Its all in good fun though, as Plum and Peach consider Yuebei to be their little ice lily.

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 2

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: After the apocalypse took everything Iris held dear, a new opportunity presents itself in the form of a bag of guns. Little does she know, that bag of guns starts something much bigger than she ever could have anticipated. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; gun violence, gang violence, offensive terminology for gang members and daryl, salty language

Chapter 2 - The Deal

The kid led them to a warehouse further into the city, and Iris was fidgeting with her knives. They waited at a wall further outside the building, a broken window between them and their friend. The bandana was back over her face, the bag of guns slung over T-Dog's shoulder. Rick rattled a shotgun shell next to his ear before loading it into the gun.

The group of warehouses was old enough to be made of brick and mortar, broken windows and doorframes unaccompanied by a roof. All except for the main building at the back, where the rest of the gang was presumably waiting. The kid wasn't smart enough to set them up, hopefully.

"You sure you're up for this?" Rick asked T-Dog.

"Yeah." He assured. Daryl gripped his crossbow tightly, keeping an eye on the kid as Iris peered through the broken barred window to the gate on the other side. Wasn't anything to write home about, but looks could be deceiving. 

"One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know." Daryl grunted.

"G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know." The kid retorted.

"G?" Rick asked.

"Guillermo. He's the man here."

"Okay then." Rick continued, cocking the gun. "Let's go see Guillermo." He gestured for Iris to go first and she scoffed, ducking through the bars and wire fence. T-Dog took up a sniper position on the wall to give them an edge. Rick pushed the kid forward and they followed him to the gate.

They slid open with a loud creak, a group of guards standing in the doorway. One man stepped forward, a cross chain hanging from his neck. He was shorter than the kid, and young. Didn't look like much of a threat, but there were more Iris couldn't see. She gripped the handle of her knife tighter.

"You okay, little man?" Guillermo asked, his hands in his pockets as he regarded them carefully.

"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal." The kid replied, twitching. Clearly he'd never been a hostage before. That being said, most days consisted of things Iris had never done before.

"Cops do that?" Guillermo asked, his scrunched brow directed at Rick.

"Not him. This redneck puto, here. He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me." The kid whined. Iris glanced between Daryl and the kid.

"Shut up." Daryl snapped.

"Hey, that's that vato right there, homes." One of the men from before stepped, or limped, forward, one hand pointing at Daryl with a very small revolver, the other firmly pressing a rag to his ass. "He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up, homes, huh?"

"Chill, ese, chill. Chill." Guillermo said, holding out his arms to keep him back. He levelled his gaze back at them. "This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man."

"We were hoping more for a calm discussion." Rick countered, shotgun still pointing at Miguel. 

"That hillbilly jumps on Felipe's cousin. Beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet. Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion?" Guillermo recounted, frowning. He licked his lips. "You fascinate me."

"Heat of the moment." Rick explained. "Mistakes were made. On both sides."

"Who's that dude to you anyway? You don't look related." He asked, nodding to Daryl.

"He's one of our group, more or less. I'm sure you have a few like him."

"You got my brother in there?" Daryl asked abruptly. 

"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys." Guillermo replied, equally as fast. "But I got Asian. You interested?"

"I have one of yours, you have one of mine." Rick said evenly. "Sounds like an even trade."

"Don't sound even to me." Guillermo grunted.

"G..." Miguel protested. "Come on, man."

"My people got attacked." Guillermo continued, unfazed. "Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?"

"Guns?" Rick asked.

"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns."

"You're mistaken." Rick replied.

"I don't think so."

"About it being yours." He continued. "It's my bag of guns." Guillermo shrugged, leaning back with a frown.

"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word?" He asked. "What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?" Felipe cocked his tiny gun once more, Jorge flanking Guillermo from the other side. Daryl raised his crossbow, clicking echoes coming from inside as more guns found their targets, men raised pipes and crowbars.

"You could do that." Rick shrugged, turning to where T-Dog had a rifle levelled at Guillermo's face. "Or not."

"Oye!" Guillermo called, looking up to the roof of the warehouse. Two guys walked to the edge, a third wrestling between them, a soiled bag tucked over his head. They ripped the bag off, Glenn whimpering with a piece of duct tape over his mouth. "I see two options." Guillermo continued. "You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood."

Guillermo shrugged again, raising an eyebrow at them before turning and retreating into the warehouse. Jorge and Felipe followed, the doors sliding shut. Rick put the shotgun down, sighing as Glenn and the two guards disappeared back onto the roof. Iris blew out a breath.

- "Them guns are worth more than gold." Daryl said pointedly. "Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table."

He was pacing back and forth in front of the desk Rick stood at, the bag of guns set atop it in consideration. Rick was checking them one by one under Iris' watchful eye. They'd come back to their cleared building, T-Dog watching over Miguel as they decided what to do. Guillermo was right, there were two ways this could go, and neither of them were ideal.

"You willing to give that up for that kid?" Daryl asked. Iris raised an eyebrow at him. The whole reason they were here was for their friend. Though, it seemed all he cared about was finding his hand-less brother. He still didn't trust her, that much was obvious, especially by the looks he gave her every few minutes. 

"If I knew we'd get Glenn back, I might agree. But you think that vato across the way is just gonna hand him over?" T-Dog asked.

"You calling G a liar?" Miguel asked.

"Are you a part of this?" Daryl snapped, slapping the kid across the face. "You want to hold onto your teeth?"

"You willing to risk it on Guillermo's word?" Iris asked, turning back to the sheriff. Rick sighed in exasperation.

"Could be risking more than them guns. Could be your life." Daryl added, making a face at Rick. "Glenn worth that to you?"

"What life I have I owe to him." Rick answered firmly. "I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I."

"So you're gonna hand the guns over." Daryl concluded.

"I didn't say that." Rick reasoned. "Look, there's nothing keeping you three here. You should get out, head back to camp."

"And tell your family what?" T-Dog asked, rubbing his temple.

"I'm not going anywhere without my guns." Iris replied, shaking her head. Rick looked to the three of them, nodding conclusively. T-Dog stepped forward, him and Daryl taking a shotgun each.

"Oh, come on. This is nuts!" Miguel protested, siting right back down as Daryl pointed a stern finger at him. "Just do like G says." They loaded them up, each taking an additional hand gun. Iris loaded up her 22, slinging a rifle over her back. 

With a towel tied into his mouth and hands bound, Miguel was escorted by the four of them back to the warehouse and the makeshift courtyard. Iris was trying to ignore the anxiety pulsing in her stomach.

Daryl had his gun pressing into Miguel's spine as they walked, armed and dangerous, through the gate and into the warehouse. Iris carried the bag of guns over her shoulder as they passed through the hoard of guards. Guillermo met them halfway through the warehouse, guns pointed in all directions.

"I see my guns," He mused, "but they're not all in the bag."

"That's because they're not yours. I thought I mentioned that." Rick replied simply.

"Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese." Filipe urged. Daryl pressed the muzzle of the gun into the back of Miguel's head. "Alright? Unload on their asses, ese."

"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation." Guillermo said sharply.

"No, I'm pretty clear." Rick assured. He nodded to Iris, who cut the duct tape binding Miguel's wrists and shoved him forward. "You have your man. I want mine."

"I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs." Guillermo murmured. "They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale. I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?"

"No, my hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded." He stated, cocking the shotgun. It echoed as everyone around took aim, Guillermo staring down the barrel. "Okay then, we're here."

There was a pregnant pause of baited silence as they all waited for someone to make a move, to say something. They stared down one another, waiting for the triggers to be pulled. The silence was filled with a small shuffling, and a woman's voice carrying through the warehouse.

"Felipe! Felipe!" She called, tone wavering with age. Iris watched as an old woman walked through the warehouse of gangbangers with no fear.

"Abuela, go back with the others-- now." Felipe urged, keeping his gaze and gun pointed on them, though fear laced his words.

"Get that old lady out of the line of fire!" Daryl chastised. Guillermo huffed, turning to her.

"Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay?" He instructed softly. "This is not the place for you right now."

"Mr Gilbert is having trouble breathing." She pleaded, looking to her grandson and tugging on his shirt. "He needs his asthma stuff. Carlito didn't find it. He needs his medicine." Guillermo glanced nervously between them and the old woman.

"Felipe, go take care of it, okay?" He snapped. "And take your grandmother with you." Felipe took her gently, pleading with her to walk with him, but she brushed past him toward Guillermo, frowning at Rick.

"Who are those men?" She asked. "Don't you take him--"

"Ma'am--"

"Felipe is a good boy." She assured. "He has his trouble but he'll pull himself together. We need him here."

"Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest your grandson." Rick replied calmly, putting the gun down.

"Then what do you want him for?" She asked.

"He's... helping us find a missing person. A fella named Glenn." Rick answered.

"The Asian boy? He's with Mr. Gilbert. Come, come." She urged, waving him along. "I show you. He needs his medicine."

Iris hid her small smile behind her bandana as she followed Rick, Felipe and the old woman through the warehouse. Daryl and T-Dog stayed on their tail, watching the others carefully, even though Guillermo ordered to let them pass. 

The old woman held Rick's hand as she led them out of the warehouse and through a neat garden, and through the doors to another building. It was a hospice center, or a retirement home of some sort. Felipe asked his grandmother to take him to Mr. Gilbert, while the others glanced around.

There were doctor's offices and hospital beds, everything occupied by elderly people. Iris was quick to sheath her knives, following Rick into an old auditorium, tables and chairs set up for a common area. A man in a wheelchair at the back was coughing and wheezing, deeply inhaling as Felipe helped him with his inhaler. Glenn stood beside the, watching to make sure he'd be okay.

"What the hell is this?" Rick said softly.

"An asthma attack." Glenn replied worriedly. "Couldn't get his breath all of a sudden."

"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man." T-Dog hissed. A small bark sounded from the corner, a trio of chihuahuas sitting in a leopard print bed. 

"Could I have a word with you?" Rick asked, taking Guillermo to the side. "You're the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met..." He hissed, Iris' attention taken away by Felipe's grandma approaching her.

"Young lady, why do you hide your face? Do you have a scar?" She asked, gesturing to her own face.

"No." Iris replied with a small smile, pulling the bandana down to show her face.

"Oh, que linda eres." She cooed, patting Iris' face. "I should introduce you to my grandson. There are no more pretty young girls around here." Iris laughed nervously as she toddled over to Felipe, prodding him in her direction. He flushed, swatting her hand away as he continued to help Mr. Gilbert.

"So you're the girl with the guns." Glenn said, folding his arms as he walked over. Iris turned to him, nodding.

"Iris." She said, holding out her hand.

"Glenn." He replied with a slight frown, shaking it politely. Rick and Guillermo finished their little chat, the former beckoning them into a small room where Guillermo could speak to them quietly.

"What about the rest of your crew?" Rick asked, gesturing to Iris. She handed him the bag of guns, eyeing the interaction closely.

"The vatos trickle in, to check on their parents, their grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay." Guillermo explained. "It's a good thing, too. We need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart? The worst kind. Plunderers, the kind that take by force."

"That's not who we are." Rick assured.

"How was I to know?" He defended. "My people got attacked, and you show up with Miguel hostage-- appearances."

"Guess the world changed." T-Dog mused.

"No." Guillermo disagreed. "It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathrooms by themselves, so that's just a dream. Still, it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here? They all look to me now. I don't even know why."

"Because they can." Rick replied honestly. He handed the shotgun to Guillermo, and began to sort the guns from the bag. 

Iris turned from the room, walking back out into the auditorium. The vatos kept an eye on her, but she walked over to the closest.

"Hey, Felipe?" She asked. He turned from the table of elderly people, frowning at her sudden appearance. Iris took a map from her coat pocket and a pencil from an abandoned crossword puzzle, circling a place on the map. "I don't know who's in charge of the runs, but just outside the city here, there's an auto shop. If you can make it, there's a van out back full of parts, more cars in the shop. Take whatever you need. No one's gonna come back for it."

"Why?" He asked, taking the map and frowning. Iris shrugged, trying to offer him a comforting smile.

"Gesture of good faith?"

[fisherpiers]

Hunter coming out to Luz as bi

OKAY here i am like over 6 months later LMAO

like whattt? im not dead?? i know, i know. my deepest apologies

i have already written him coming out in flapjacks with syrup so if you want more go read that too not to self promote agskgjjghh (i will be updating that soon just saying 👀)

but here’s some headcanons!

lemme see, theres so many ways for this to go. lets entertain just a couple tho lol

scenario #1

its july and luz is getting/making pride merch for everyone bc shes trying to make it a thing on the isles. at least a little holiday. perhaps a parade? itll be fun!

and she realizes she has no clue what hunters deal is. is he straight? aroace, maybe. that guy is married to his work.

shes trying to keep this pride thing a surprise so she asks him nonchalantly like “hey broooo i was just wondering. whats your sexuality. a friend wanted to know.”

and he bluescreens

“uh. i— i dont know, actually.”

he never really thought about it. hes always been too busy being attracted to them books lmao

he has to get back to her in two business days at least 😂😂😂

he basically spends those days spacing out and scaring his classmates by intensely staring at them.

hunter discovers that he generally feels the same about any gender. and he didnt really have a preference when imagining his future having a wife, husband, or partner. as long as they made him happy

and everyone was really pretty. hexside had quite a lot of cute witches and demons

but honestly, he still didn’t really find himself wanting to start a relationship with any of them (gee wonder why)

he chalks it up to the fact that he’s focusing on his studies and apprenticeship right now and has no time for romance

besides, if he had a partner, he’d have even less time to spend with luz his friends

he finds luz up in a tree behind the owl house, nose in a book. shes so focused on the story that she doesn’t even hear him approach

“LUZ!”

“WHA—“

she was so startled she fell put of the tree. hunter tried to catch her he really did but they both wound up crashing down to the ground in a heap

oof

luz shoved him off her, laughing “first you give me a heart attack and now you try to crush me? i thought we were friends now, hunter!”

“sorry, sorry,” he wheezed as he rolled over in the soft grass

luz went and retrieved her book from where she accidentally threw it, “so what did you need me for?”

“oh, i just wanted to tell you i think i figured out my sexuality now, like you asked,”

“thats okay. i didnt mean to presure you so you dont have t—”

he sat up, “im bisexual,”

liz gasped “OH SWEET, twinsies!”

she got matching bandanas for them. cowboy vibes lol

luz did successfully get the annual pride parade set up in the isles. hard to say no to her shes a force of nature and also kinda a celebrity now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

scenario #2

luz has just assumed he’s gay

bc they often talk about guys they think are cute. like if theyre at the mall food court (without the hexsquad) and see any hot guys they are thoroughly checking them out and giggling like school girls

its not something she can do with amity (obviously), vee or willow. plus, she trusts that hunter isnt about to go squealing to her girlfriend about her attraction to men she has no plans on pursuing

its a good bonding activity, okay. if you cant thirst over cute guys with your bestie are they really your bestie

alas, because of this, luz never reads too much into the moments they have together. hunter let a hug linger a little too long? he lets her eat off his fork? puts his arm around her on the couch? just friendly behavior. its not like he likes her or anything. bc hes gay right

anyway. theyre like, at a chinese restaurant picking up takeout for the gang and the cashier is just adorable. miss teen connecticut. the cutest girl ever. they both stutter their words and awkwardly fumble around while picking up this order. hunter almost dropped the food and luz signed her name as Liz Noda on the receipt

they get out of there and start laughing once they reach the car

“guess its bi disaster hour am i right?” hunter joked

luz laughed but then it hit her

“wait. you like girls?”

hunter looked at her confused, “yeah?”

“oh…” she trails off,

and hunter starts the car and drives off, not even giving the conversation a second thought

meanwhile luz is dead silent in the passenger seat like

she be rethinking everything agsjfjjhh

OKAY SECRET 3RD SCENARIO!

tboy!luz au :3

okay so luz is scared bc he’s finally worked out his gender. he’s a guy.

its what pushes him to break up with amity. its amicable at least

and so as luz moves on with his life, and starts falling for hunter, he’s scared hunter wont like him now bc he’s trans

and once hunter finds out about that, he’s putting a stop to it fast. like:

“dude. im bi. i dont care if youre a boy or a girl. youre luz. and i like luz.”

and they live happily ever after the end agajdjjg