#billy quinn fanfic

[hanasnx]

❝ not alone anymore. ❞

── billy quinn x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 2k SUMMARY: you meet a handsome stranger at a party, and go out for coffee after. NOTES: i wrote this a year ago and am getting it out of my drafts. WARNINGS: gn!reader | implied: attraction | mentioned: innuendo | smoking | cursing | no y/n.

You raked a hand through your hair, the cold night air fogging your breath as you stepped out the sliding glass door. Escaping the full swing of the party inside, you took refuge out on the balcony, and with trembling hands you struggled to take out a cigarette and a lighter. It was freezing out here compared to the stuffy inside, where the hot bodies dancing acted as a space heater. The dampness of your lips caught the cig, allowing you to check your watch for the time, wondering when you should be heading out. Staring at it for longer than a second told you that it had stopped at one AM. “Shit,” you muttered through your lips dangling the cigarette. How long had it been then? Tapping it out of anger didn’t work either, the face of the clock staring blankly at you. Instead, you tried to light your cig, cupping your hand around it. The lighter sparked, but didn’t catch, no matter how many times you rolled it. “C’mon, really?” A couple more times offered no solution, and you were about to toss and stamp the tobacco in your frustration.

“Need a light?” A voice coming from the side startled you, jumping in surprise, and turning to the source. It was dark out, but you could see. The source was tall, and you watched him rifle his pockets. 

“Please,” you replied, inviting him over. Gingerly, he stepped to you, and cupped his hand to protect the fire from the wind, offering it to you. You brushed your hair back and leaned in, letting him light the end for you. Gently, you breathed in, and pinched the cig between your fingers so you could blow the smoke away from him. He pocketed the lighter. 

“Sorry to scare you, thought you saw me.” he told you, but by this point you’d already forgotten. 

“Hm? Oh,” You wrapped an arm under your chest to protect your middle from the air and to prop up your elbow, sipping your cig leisurely. The smoke warmed your lungs. “no sweat. Don’t sweat it,” you mumbled, kicking the ground underneath you to hear your shoe scrape against the concrete. You sniffed, and glanced at him. “Thanks for the light.” He noticed your small smile, and leaned back against the wall. 

“No problem. It seemed like you were having a hard time,” Apparently he’d seen you curse at your watch and your lighter. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “I think I’m just ready to go home.”

“What’s keeping you?”

“Nothing, I guess,” You shrugged, rubbing your temple with the hand that held your cig. “Feel like if I go home, I’ll wonder why I didn’t stay. I’ve got that fear of missing out, you know?” You glanced at him after you asked the question, and you caught him looking at you already. You idled, having calmed down from the nicotine rush, you registered who you were speaking with. It hit you how cute this guy was. Dark hair, styled up in disheveled locks. Handsome face, with soft lips and crystal blue eyes. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn he glanced at your mouth. 

“I get that,” he said softly, and you inhaled sharply at the sound of his lowered voice. 

You adjusted, mimicking him to rest against the wall, and flicking off the ash from your cig. “What about you? Why are you hiding out here?”

“Not really my scene. I’m just a wingman.” He peered over his shoulder to spy his friend cozying up with the woman he’d been talking to. “Looks like I’m a retired wingman.” He returned his gaze to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“‘A wingman’?” you parroted in disbelief, and you looked him up and down. “You?” His lips curled at the question, recognizing it for what it was. A subtle flirt. He gave you a sly look, and to change the subject you offered him the butt end of the cig, “Care for a draw?” He accepted it, your cold hands brushing past one another, and you watched the sharp angle of his jawline as he took a drag. 

“Yeah, believe it or not,” he spoke through the smoke, some curling out from his nose. “I’ll be heading out soon.” You were still occupied by the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the brief contact. 

“Shame,” you muttered without realizing, and while he took his second puff he eyed you curiously with a tilt of his head. 

“‘Shame’?”

You rolled with it, since it was too late to back track. “Shame,” You shook your head, listening to the bump of the bass inside shake the apartment. “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come back in with me for a dance.” 

“Dance, huh?” he said with interest, handing off the roach. The temperature of your skin giving him an idea. “I’m not a big dancer.”

“I bet you’re great, c’mon,” You found yourself wanting him to stay. “Just one, I’ll be really nice even if you make a fool of yourself,” you assured, coaxing him. 

He merely shook his head, “Maybe next time,” It was an empty promise. “Nah, I wanna grab a cup of coffee. You should come with.”

“I’m just saying, I find it hard to believe that out of every animal on the planet you’d wanna be a… porcupine.” 

He eyed you over the rim of his mug, brows furrowed. He hissed when he placed it down. “And I’m just saying, that in a world full of predators, I’m gonna be the guy with the impaling armor.” 

You shimmied in your seat, sizing him up. “You wouldn’t wanna be a predator?” you teased. “Most guys I ask usually go for one of the big cats, gator, rhino, or gorilla—“

“—Those are the most popular options—?” 

“— From the guys I’ve asked, yes!” A smile tugged at his lips from the conversation, and you continued. “It’s science, really.”

“Science?”

“Science. I’m telling you. There’s a psychology to it.” 

“Explain,” He took another sip of his coffee. The diner you two occupied was cool toned, greens and silvers and blues. Empty, except for a gray bearded man in the corner, and the two of you sitting on the bar stools, facing each other. 

“The guys who say they’d be gator, those are the rednecks,” You began, and with fake interest, your companion perked up in his seat, flashing you a wide eyed expression. 

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” you told him playfully, reaching over to nudge his shoulder. He rested his cheek on his fist, and gestured for you to go on. “So those are gonna be the guys with the camo, they’re from Florida primarily, probably carry without a license.” You listed on your fingers, crossing your legs. “Gorilla guys are the big, buff for no reason— like The Rock-level buff— maybe less. From my research,” He raised his brows at you in feigned intrigue, knowing this was based on nothing but your own observations. “they’re more of the hit-first-ask-questions-later type. Rhinos too, however I think Rhinos are the more husky of the two. Other than that, those have been pretty interchangeable. Now, the cats, that’s where it gets interesting.” He checked his watch and glanced up at you, and you rolled your eyes at his bad joke. “I’m almost done. Lions are the vain type, usually long hair, real pretty boys, probably have a tattoo of one or want a tattoo of one.” Your eyes searched the ceiling, feeling hot under his gaze for talking this long. “Tigers are the serene type, zen, yoga, I’ve-trained-with-a-bo-staff and studied-abroad. Jaguars, usually black jaguars, are the goths. The piercings, the tats, the rockstar hair, skinny jeans, and tight v-necks.” You met his eyes. 

“Done?”

“Mm-hmm,” You sipped your coffee, and added some cream before tasting it again. 

“So what about porcupine guys? What do you think of them?” he asked, downing the last of his drink. You saw how his downturned lips attempted to hide his smile, betraying his eagerness to hear your opinion of him. 

“Pretty cool, I guess.” You pushed out your lips, letting your gaze travel generously this time. “Tall, lanky—“ You noted the shift in his expression, and you revised, “—toned,” You narrowed your eyes, gauging his reaction. When it was satisfactory, you moved on, “Nice hair, pretty eyes. Very cool leather jacket.”

“What about personality?” he interjected, leaning back in his chair, and you were unable to ignore how he spread his knees. 

“Calm,” Was your first thought, and he quieted. “charming, endearing.” Your gazes met, locking eyes as you finished. “Hopelessly alluring.” 

As if to taunt you ever further, your companion inclined into your direction— and marginally you leaned in— but his purpose was to shed his leather jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. Only encouraging his suspicions of your helpless attraction, you stare unapologetically, mesmerized by his elegant movement, and how close the two of you were. His dirty trick had done its dirty deed, and he folded the jacket within itself, tossing it onto the bar behind him so he could face you in his black turtleneck. One that highlighted his figure that had you wondering if he modeled clothing wear by the way he sported it like it was made for him. You moistened your lips and he glanced down at them, drawn to you like a moth to flame. 

His voice was soft, feather-light and carressed your ears like a saint’s prayer. “So what animal did you choose?” 

Having been lost in such a small and seemingly insignificant disrobing, you were stupefied. You shook your head as if to clear your brain fog, responding dreamily, “What?” 

Since you required reengaging, he crossed his arms and fixed his elbow at the edge of the bar so he could insert himself further into the conversation. Demanding your attention, and begging you to check out how thick his arms looked in his sleeves. “You ask all these guys their philosophical animals so what did you say when they asked you?” 

You flashed a confuddled furrow of your brow. Downturning your lips as you searched the corners of your mind for an answer even when it was doomed to chart a naughty course. “Um…” a single nervous chuckle emitted, “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked, actually.” All of a sudden, you were painfully aware of the kind of men you’ve been wasting your time with. 

Perhaps the self-proclaimed “predators” had a bad streak of being conceited. 

Somehow, he understood your entire thought process, watching your expressions shift. This was noted, but not commented on. “So?” he awaited your answer. 

It took you a second to decide. He had spat his so easy, ready with an explanation as soon as you’d thought up the question. Did he choose a creature based on his preference toward it, or was it just the intelligent answer? 

Did it really matter? It shouldn’t, yet here you were, worrying yourself over what this stranger would think of you. Pick you apart like you so carelessly did to the others in front of him. “I’ve always liked white foxes.” Insecure in your decision and how it shone through in your voice, implied an invitation for him to scrutinize you. You expected it. 

A very slight shift in his expression, how he tilted his head, and his oceanic blue eyes traveling you from head to toe— was unhelpful in easing your nerves. “A white fox,” he hummed, interested, playful. “The storybook archetype of a clever and intelligent creature.” You swallowed. “The symbol of trickery, or luck, depending on your culture.” He bowed his head forward to catch your eye, looking at you through his brows, “Cunning, silver-tongued, and beautiful. However,” The start of his new sentence implied something promising, adjusting in his seat to tap his finger onto the bar. “a white fox suggests you hide something.” 

It refreshed you to hear his thoughts about you. Eloquently stated, without sparing too many details. You hadn’t connected any dots without his assistance, but you were more alike to a white fox than you anticipated. Your famed animal inquiry allowed you a small and idiotic window into how people thought of themselves. Not only had he played your game, but he turned it around on you. 

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from each other. 

“I like a good mystery.” 

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Ghostface's accidentally hurting you during their murders headcanons

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Billy Loomis

--- however, you ended up getting hurt if he was there when it happened, he would panic whether he was in costume or not. It’s a mix of hurting you and fears if hesitates to attack you it might make him look suspicious. 

--- After whatever happened he would urge you to leave town or not go to Stu’s party since he uses the excuse it is a “breeding ground for murder” but since he’s going to the party you called him out for being a hypocrite. 

--- At some point, he runs out of excuses and either drops it or confesses to being Ghostface to you. If he tells you the Ghostface before you can freak out, he tells you his whole story, but it most likely does not sway, you are not really. Depending on how close you were to him, you might have even agreed not to tell anyone or even help. As much as I would like to think that you wouldn't report him to the police you probably would, but you don’t really have any evidence.

Stu Matcher

--- Stu is very protective of you before anything actually happens, but when something does happen however it does, he is very guilty. When you get injured if he’s the one who does it he tries his best to retreat. If he is not, he is the first to you if he's there when it happens.

--- After you are injured, he might not even throw the party or at least he would keep it smaller so you would not know about it, so you don’t come since he and Billy have plans with Sidney that night.

--- Billy would probably not be happy that he was reconsidering their plans because of you. Stu might even back out if he were to back out, he would probably be killed so he probably does not do that. Stu most likely still throws the party, just turns on Billy last minute, or tries to minimize the fallout of the murders for your sake.

Mickey Altieri

--- It was never Mickey's intention to care for you so much no less care when he hurts you by accident during his murders. He starts to fear that his feelings for you will get in the way of his “efficiency” so he tries to find a way to get you out of the way without having to hurt you again. 

--- he decides to take the risk and gets closer to you before continuing the murders, of course, Ms. Loomis is not thrilled but he has a plan, it requires him to be closer to you which he doesn't mind at all since he likes you.

--- At some point, you guys start dating for a while and he takes this opportunity to execute his plan. He confesses to being Ghostface and asks you to join him. Depending on your attraction to murder it might have worked or not.

--- If you do agree you two become partners in crime for the remaining murders and you guys might have even succeeded with the murder plot. Of course, Ms. Loomis would have still probably taken advantage of Mickey, but since you were there, you might have killed Ms. Loomis before that became a problem.

Roman Bridger

--- As soon as you got hurt Roman panicked and started trying to find you a way out of town. Of course, it was not too hard to do that at least for him. 

--- Roman offered to whisk you away on vacation he said that staying would not be safe and a vacation is always nice.

--- Of course, you agreed since you trusted Roman. Of course, later you found out he was Ghostface which probably destroyed your trust in anyone for a while. Therapy will be needed! 

(Sorry I didn't have any ideas for roman)

Jill Roberts

--- When Jill accidentally hurt you during the murders, she had to face the fact that she had to kill you or deal with you in some other way. She was trying to avoid the thought that it was not something she wanted to think about. Nevertheless, she decided to just keep you out of the way, so you won’t be an issue.

--- After the stab marathon was canceled and they go to the Kirby house for the after-party she tries to make sure you won’t know that the after-party is going on since she doesn't want you to be a problem and make it harder for her to execute her plans.

--- you end up showing up since Robbie live streams while he's there and you recognize the outside of the house. You show up a little after Jill kills Charlie. You see Robbie's corpse so you run inside to find Jill and Sidney. 

--- Jill is a very good manipulator and you guys are really close, so she deters you from calling the cops. She tells you to go home instead of staying to aid in her story. Jill loves you but does not trust you to corporate her story, since of how carefully she crafted the timeline to work in her favor and she also didn’t want you getting cold feet last minute. 

--- When the cops ask later you tell them you were not there that night, and they believe you but soon after it’s all for nothing since Jill ends up being caught in the end.

Charlie Walker

--- you're the first person to ever acknowledge him romantically, so when you end up getting yourself hurt during his and Jill's little murder spree he feels guilty.

--- He starts being very clingy I mean more than usual since he wants to keep you safe, he finds that he can keep you safe if as long as he's not in the Ghostface costume he can keep you close, and safe.

--- He still helps Jill but insists that you are not invited to the after-party. First of all, part of the plan was to get romantic with Kibry so that when he is tied to the chair later she will want to help him. 

--- you find out about the after party but just a little late. You show up just as the police do and they find Charlie dead and Jill the only survivor. Later you find out from the news and Sidney that Charlie and Jill were the killers.

Amber Freeman

--- It was never Amber's intention to get you involved, she actually wanted you as far away as possible but it was not working out that way since you ended up in the crossfire.

--- At some point, she realized she had to do something with you, but she couldn't kill you. She didn’t want to, so she made a distraction.

--- she couldn't have you showing up to the party so she slashed the tires on your car and bike so you couldn't leave. She understood after she and Richie finished the job she would never be able to see you again, but she thought that was better for you and her own good.

--- you found yourself walking to the party, but it took a little while and you ended up showing out around the time the police did and you found out what happened with Amber and Richie, and it all made sense.

Ethan Landry

--- Ethan did not like the emotional trouble he found himself in when it came to you. He loved you but he also felt a loyalty to his family, to his father. When you had accidentally gotten yourself hurt in the apartment scuffle, he could not forgive himself but for now, in fear, his father would kill him like his mother, so he kept his mouth shut. 

--- In an effort to try to keep you safe he tried to keep you as far away from the main group as possible since Tara and Sam specifically Sam was their main target it was best if you avoided the group but of course, you didn’t listen since you didn’t know why he was asking you too you thought he was jealous.

--- When he, his father, and his sister revealed themselves at the theater he regretted it almost as soon as he did it, he hated the pain in your eyes. Later on in the scuffle, he turned on his father and sister in an effort to make up for what he’s done. Whether it worked or not is up to how eager you are to forgive a killer because he was pressured into it. 

Quinn Bailey

--- Quinn would get very quickly attached to you in a way that differs from all the others she slept with. She cared for you and wanted to keep you safe from her life as a Ghostface. She didn’t want to have to hurt you, but she ended up doing just that and she knew she had to take greater measures.

--- she would find reasons to keep you far away from her till she and her family were done with all the Ghostface things of course it didn’t keep you away for long. So, she faked her death; you can’t be around her if she was not “alive”.

--- Since Quinn’s “death” you grew closer to Sam, Tara, Chad, and Mindy. It was good for you to have friends while you are grieving, but not so good for Quinn's conscience. You were not allowed into the theater for the Ghostface trap. So, you had to find out secondhand what became of Quinn which was not great for you.

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[ledesaid]

Billy has a fever🌡️

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Well, it's official. He doesn't have much luck today. Well, he hasn't had much luck in recent years. He was barely eleven years old (ten years and seven months) and was delirious, alone, in his small corner of the world.

Billy had been proud of having avoided getting sick until this point because he already knew what would happen next: he would have to turn himself in to social services so they could take him to the hospital and then he would escape again. Complicated. Not many had luck in that last part of the plan; he had friends who, after that, couldn't escape the system again.

The problem was that he barely had enough strength to move an arm, he couldn't get up, much less go out into the streets in search of a police officer or a precinct. This left him with two options: call the League on his communicator or use his chalk to open a portal.

The cold December wind whipped against his window hard enough to drown out his thoughts. But one broke through strongly enough to make him decide.

How was he going to bring one of his colleagues to the little hole he tried to call home?

Well, is the portal.

Billy had an emergency circle that would take him to a beautiful island hidden somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Titan Gaia had entrusted him with that place if he fell ill, and now was the time. He could barely distinguish the symbols the chalk left behind, but he was sure he had written beloved caretaker of green life. What he wasn't sure about was if he had properly delimited the spatial jump.

Maybe that's why he was looking at a redheaded woman before passing out instead of a thirty-foot-tall humanoid mountain.

"Well, this isn't something you see every day... Who are you, kid?"

Billy can't respond, and the next thing he knows is that he wakes up in a warm room, fortunately without windows being battered by intense snow. Very clean, clear walls, drawings of plants on the walls, but it wasn't the hospital.

Then he notices that he was in a bed shaped like a giant bunny, no, it really looked like a giant bunny plush with a mattress in the middle of it. A little madness.

A soft, warm, and fluffy madness.

By this time, Billy notices his fever has disappeared. Yes, his head hurts slightly and he has an IV connected to his arm, but he feels strong enough to patrol for a couple of days.

"How do you feel, little fern?"

Billy: Little fern?

"We've taken care of you like a fern, and Harley wanted to nickname you that until we knew your name."

Billy: Thanks, I'm Billy.

Pamela: Good, I'm Pamela, and soon you'll meet Harley, she's my wife. She's a bit energetic, so I apologize in advance for the noise, but that's how she shows her affection.

Billy doesn't know quite what to do or say. If the portal had failed and brought him in front of this woman, it would be hard to explain how it was possible, and escaping would be a bit complicated until he could call the captain.

A wonder indeed was his situation.

Pamela: Don't think too loudly, Billy, we're not going to turn you over to social services or the police.

Billy: Really? * he said a bit confused * Why?

Pamela: We're not exactly lovers of that side of the law, but we know how to recognize a kid in trouble who needs a hand.

Billy grabbed the soft, fluffy sheets that covered him tightly. It was time.

Billy: Thank you very much, really. If you give me a couple of hours, I'll be gone and you'll never hear from me again. I promise.

The woman raised an eyebrow in disbelief, possibly, Billy wondered if he had said something wrong, but he didn't understand exactly what. Was a couple of hours too much? He could really leave in just twenty minutes.

Billy: But I can leave earlier if...

Pamela: Sorry, kid, but it's too soon for you to get out of bed. You came to me with a 103° fever, delirious...

Before Billy could ask about what he might have said, a door was heard slamming not far from the room where Billy had slept and, a few seconds later, a sing-songy and shrill voice made them look. Blonde with a high ponytail, the one and only Harley Quinn. Billy finally put the pieces together, so that's why the names and appearances seemed familiar. Don't blame him, he didn't associate Pamela with Poison Ivy, maybe because he associated the color with Martians... it was strange. He was so exposed to extraordinary and impossible things that he was indifferent to being excited by mere skin color or an ex-supervillain in front of him.

Harley: I'm glad you're okay, little lost boy.

Billy: Uh... Th-Thanks.

The black-haired boy was being hugged tightly by the blonde woman in one of the sincerest embraces Billy could ever remember.

Pamela: Let him breathe, love, Billy still has the IV...

Harley: Oh, right! Sorry... Is your name Billy? Hi, I'm Harley Quinn. Do you want a big plate of waffles with ice cream, toast, strawberries and cream, and maple syrup?

Maybe it was the residual effects of his fever, the hunger of possibly four days, or the warm hug, but Billy nodded his head in affirmation, feeling that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to avoid crying in front of this warm couple.

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"Hey there, gorgeous." Billy's hand rested on your hip as the two of you walked down the sidewalk, the club's music fading in the distance. You giggled and bit your lip before responding, "I've been here all night, Bill~" His fingers traced the curves of your body, the alcohol on his breath no surprise given the amount you both consumed. Your heart raced as Billy led you down a dimly lit alley, the cool night air brushing against your warm skin.

He pushed you against the chipping brick wall, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, hands roaming his chest. Billy's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began grinding his body against you, his arousal growing more evident. Pulling back, he panted, "Up," and helped you lift your legs around his waist. "I've got you, doll. Don't you worry," he murmured.

The alley was dark, but the distant sound of traffic and occasional passerby heightened your excitement. As soon as he pushed his cock into you, you laid your head back against the wall, whimpering as you gripped his shoulders. Billy buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. The two of you were a tangle of limbs, desperately trying to get closer. His hand snaked down to grab your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he thrust upwards.

With a final, deep thrust, Billy came, his cum spurting into you as his body shuddered. Your orgasm followed, walls clenching around his shaft as you cried his name. You stayed there, basking in the afterglow. After a few moments, you two reluctantly untangled yourselves and adjusted your clothing.

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BROKEN RECORD

Eddie Munson x OC!Reader || stranger things || seasons two - four

SUMMARY: Lyra Hargrove had to grow up quickly, constantly adjusting to unwanted changes. The hardest was moving to Hawkins, Indiana after her father remarried to keep up a facade of a happy family. Weeks into their new life, Lyra notices Max acting secretive and avoiding everyone. She soon discovers that Hawkins is linked to the Upside Down, a dangerous, demonic version of their town. Joining the monster hunting club brings more secrets, lies, and potential heartbreak.

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, second chance romance, cursing, angst, stranger things violence, some talks of blood and gore

A/N: I do not own any of the stranger things characters only Lyra and her storyline as well as any other OC's that I create. Please do not copy or translate my work; paraphrasing is still copying! As always, thank you for all the support in my writing, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥰

➩ SEASON TWO

➩ SEASON THREE

➩ SEASON FOUR

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MASTERLIST maretinelli

All stories made by me.

Female reader.

Masterlist FORMULA 1

Masterlist ACTORS

CHARACTERS👥

Edmund Pevensie

WE HAVE TO CHANGE BAKERS: In which Y/n prepares a picnic for her boyfriend and bakes a cake. But let's just say she's not good in the kitchen.

YOU CALLED ME LOVE: Where Y/n calls him by that nickname.

LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE: In which Edmund becomes jealous of the friendship that Y/n has with Caspian and ends up saying nasty things. Which results in a much bigger problem.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?? AGAIN...: Even after spending years dating and getting married in Narnia in the golden age, Edmund makes an important request to Y/n, However, now here in your world.

ADULT MATTER: In which in a meeting with the Pevensie brothers, Y/n and Ed talk about a situation they went through together.

WE WERE THREE: When the Pevensie brothers and Y/n return to the teacher's house, Ed and Y/n despair when they see that they left someone behind.

WE WERE THREE²: Y/n and the Pevensies return to Narnia, still missing their son, but something they find ends up bringing comfort to their lives. At least a little.

BACK TO ME: Y/n was in the prophecy too. She ruled Narnia together with the Pevensies, but Peter made her marry the prince of another country due to agreements. But what happens when she is in love with Edmund and he is in love with her?

Prince Caspian

I WILL STAY WITH YOU: To which Y/n decides to stay in Narnia the second time and ends up meeting up with her brothers in the Dawn Treader. (Pevensie!Reader).

Jake Peralta

I WILL STAIN WITH YOU²: The Pilgrim's adventure ends, and everyone has to say goodbye to Ed and Lucy, as they have to return to their real world. But what about Y/n's heart, knowing that he will never see his brothers again?? (Pevensie!Reader)

IT'S NOT OK, BUT I'M HERE: Where y/n gets sick at work, and leaves the entire squad worried about the information she says before fainting.

TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART: In which Jake and y/n make a bet on who can arrest the most criminals and S/n has to fulfill the agreement at the end of the shift.

GREAT FRIEND OF YOURS: Jake and y/n have been friends for as long as they can remember, but as the years go by their feelings begin to turn romantic.

I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU: In which, y/n goes on a mission alone, things go wrong and Jake thinks his "best friend" has been murdered.

LITTLE GENIUS: That night is Jake's day to take care of his daughter at home, the night goes well with cabanas, a parade and sweets before dinner, but before going to sleep, little Peralta asks a question that leaves her father no reaction.

SHE WILL COME BACK: In which Y/n is expelled from the police and goes on an undercover mission in the mafia. However, Jake will have to live six months in doubt, after declaring his love for his best friend and receiving no response.

SHE WILL COME BACK ²: Six months passed, Y/n gathered the information needed to arrest the biggest mafia family and return to the squad. Of course, having to settle things with Jake first.

ACTS OF GIFTS: They have always been those couples who give gifts for nothing, but it is always good to remind the other person how much you love them. That is, apart from gifts.

Billy Russo

AND I WANT YOU: They met in the navy, and from then on they became best friends. However, there was always an extra feeling within the two of them.

Daryl Dixon

A SURPRISE OF LOVE: Where Daryl's wife goes on a patrol and arrives all injured, but during the exams Daryl discovers another member.

Sirius Black

THE GENERAL: In which Sirius arrives at the Potter's house injured after the fight with his mother and Y/n wants to take revenge. But can his girlfriend really beat Walburga? (Potter! Reader)

THE GENERAL²: Where Y/n wants revenge for Sirius, but can she really beat Walburga?! (Potter! Reader)

COME FIND YOUR HALF SOON: Y/n and Sirius had broken up. The boy with dark hair was going through difficult days with his family and this was the only way to protect his girlfriend. However, on a rainy holiday day In the summer he appears at the girl's cousin's house, just on the day she was there. What happens when his ex sees him all bruised and burned?

I CAME TO APOLOGIZE: Y/n and Sirius have been having an affair since Hogwarts, but this shouldn't continue anymore, as he is married.

I CAME TO APOLOGIZE²: After years without him and all the problems, someone knocks on Y/n's door, making her surprised. And after a lot of talking, she needs to introduce someone to him.

OUT OF EVERYTHING: Y/n has a busy week due to her work as head girl and her boyfriend gives her a little surprise to make her relax.

MEMORIES MAKE ME CRY: When Y/n's father gives her a box from her childhood, memories come rushing over her feelings.

YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT: Lily and James get married. And in the middle of their waltz, Y/n has a great choreography idea for when she gets married. And of course Sirius wouldn't fail to make a wish later.

IT'S YOUR WOMAN: When Y/n gets a trail bike from her father and her boyfriend had no idea she rode it. (Potter!Reader)

77' PARTY: To which, Sirius and Y/n's personalities are the same and they love going out in matching couples' outfits.

SUNFLOWERS TO MY LOVE: Where Sirius spends the Christmas holiday at the Potter's house and brings a little gift to his girlfriend. (Potter!fem! Reader)

GERONIMO'S CADILLAC: By day, they're just members of the marauders and great old friends, but by night, she's the woman of his dreams.

I WANT ONE: Y/n and Sirius spend time playing with Harry, making them want a baby too.

BABY HARRY IS COMING: Sirius and Y/n are Harry's godparents, and he is coming into the world bringing joy.

[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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Chapter six: Confessions

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Warnings: Smut, language.

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October 30th

"Are you okay?" Scarlett was the first one to speak as they entered Ethan's apartment. It was dark and quiet. Chad was still at class and Ethan had to come back to his room just to finish on a paper he was working on before class. "Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Ethan said in a monotone voice as he locked the front door behind them. "I don't know. You were quiet the whole way over." Scar followed him to his bedroom. It was clean and put together. Something she always admired about Ethan. He was clean, unlike a lot of college boys. Ethan rolled his eyes at her. "See. That. Why are you rolling your eyes at me?"

"I'm not rolling my eyes." Ethan lied and he knew it too. "You just did!" Scar was confused. Why did he have an attitude? What could of happened between now and when he left her an hour ago? "Sorry if that bothers you. Maybe you should just go back to Newman or Asher or whatever his fucking name is. Maybe he'll cheer you up." Ethan spat. Scarlett shook her head. "Is that what this is about? The fact that Asher STARTED to come onto me?" Scar dropped her bag by his bed. "God will you just stop calling him that." Ethan's voice raised a bit. "Ethan why does it bother you so much?! Why does it bother you that I call him Asher or that he was interested in me?" Scarlett never seen this side of him before. Jealousy? She never thought there was a jealous bone in Ethan's body. Especially if he was the one that established that they be a secret.

"You know." Ethan hissed. "What? What do I know?" Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest. "Fuck! You know okay! You know why it bothers me don't act like you don't." He couldn't be serious. He wanted to pull this. He wanted to act like I was the one who wanted to keep everything hush and not exclusive Scarlett thought to herself. "I have an idea."

Scarlett knew if they were to get together now was the worst time to do it. With everything going on it couldn't of been worse timing. "You have an idea? Come on Scarlett you have a little bit more than an idea."

"Fine! Okay yes. I know, but Ethan its not like we can do anything right now. Beside you're the one who wanted to keep everything hush and now with everything going on with the murders and my sisters I don't know if its a good ide-" Scarlett's words were cut off when she felt a warm hand wrap around her waist. A felt a pair of soft lips crash onto hers with such need and swiftness. Scar lifted her feet on their tip toes to try to make up some of the hight difference using Ethan's hand on her waist for leverage.

The kiss was warm and soft at first. Scarlett was the first to pull away and as soon as she did she knew she wanted him again. Ethan grabbed her face and pulled her in. This time the kiss was needy but still gentle. It was a new feeling. Scarlett felt like this was different than the other times they've kissed. This was more intimate. Ethan reached down and tapped Scarlett's thigh. She quickly got the message as she jumped. Ethan's arm wrapped around her waist as he turned them and slowly laid Scarlett down on his blue sheets. Scarlett kicked off her brown ankle boots and lifted up Ethan's shirt. Her hands ran down his toned chest for a quick second before leaning back in for a kiss.

Ethan grabbed the ends of Scarlett's baby blue blouse lifting it up over her head to reveal her white bra. Scarlett quickly reached behind her to undo the two clasps. "Fuck." Ethan muttered as he watched Scarlett drop her bra on the floor next to them. He couldn't get enough, each time he saw her body. Scarlett leaned forward into a kiss while her hands worked Ethan's belt. After a moment Scarlett finally got to where she wanted to be and Ethan's jeans and underwear was discarded next to the bed. Ethan's lips were drawn lower towards Scarlett's belly button as he worked the zipper on her jeans. Ethans finger tips sunk into the waist of Scarlett's jeans and underwear. He pealed the remnants off her body, joining the articles on the ground.

He worked his way down to where he was two nights ago however this time he was in his own bed. He had her laid out moaning, pulling on his curls as he continued to eat her out on his own bed. "Ethan!" Scarlett moaned out. Ethan picked up his pace as he watched her body start to shake. Scarlett let out a moan as she felt her release crash over her. Ethan placed a kiss on her inner thigh before bringing himself back up to her. Scarlett crashed her lips onto his "I need you." She moaned in between kisses.

"You have no idea." Ethan whispered leaning on his right forearm. His fingers cupping her cheek as his left guided himself into her. Scarlett moaned as Ethan started going slow. Her hands wrapped behind him as her fingernails ran down his back surely leaving marks behind. They both in this moment didn't care as Ethan started to attack her neck. He pulled away and looked down at her below him as he picked up his pace. Her eye brows furrowed, her lips parted a bit and cheeks rosy. "Fuck. Fuck Scarlett." Ethan muttered. Scarlett brought one of her hands from his back to his curls, rubbing circles into his hair. "Fuck. I love you." The words made Scar's high hit hard as she moaned out. Ethan wasn't that far behind her.

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"Are you okay?" Ethan was the first one to speak up. "Yeah, are you?" Scar took her head off Ethan's chest to look up at him. Ethan reached down to her chin lifting her head up higher and placed an innocent kiss on her lips. "So about what you said."

"Forget I said anything." Ethan looked away from her. "Ethan, look at me." Scar brought her right hand to his cheek to turn his head back to her. This time Scarlett leaned up and the gave him a kiss. "I think I've been in love with you since you gave me the little rubber duck from the stupid arcade." Scarlett confessed. She remembered the day exact and the new feeling that washed over her that day. "Wait, that was before we even hooked up." Ethan's eye brows furrowed. "I know." Scarlett whispered. "So what does this mean?" Ethan asked. "Means that we are going to have to tell our friends now."

"You wanna do it tonight when I get to the apartment?" Ethan asked as he played with Scarlett's disarrayed hair. "Yeah let's just rip the band air off. Mindy is going to be so mad at me." Scar chuckled. "I think she'll get over it." Ethan smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Ethan? You home?" The sound of Chad's voice pulled them away. "Shit." Scar cursed as they both quickly got out of bed. "Yeah be right out!" Ethan shouted as he slid his jeans back on. "Fuck your neck." Ethan nodded at Scarlett's neck. Scarlett put her hand to her neck where she could feel the bruising. She knew as soon as he did it. "It's fine. It's fine, I'll cover it when I get home." Scar quickly put her top back on. "Hey I have to get to Econ but I'll see you later afterwards for dinner there okay?" Ethan pulled Scarlett in for a quick peck as he tried to straighten out her hair. "Yeah sounds good." Scar agreed as Ethan brought his hand to his door knob. Scarlett quickly stopped him. Ethan looked down at her confused. Scarlett brought her hand to his neck and leaned him down to give him a kiss. "I love you." Scarlett whispered. "I love you too." Ethan smiled. Scarlett felt happy knowing she could just do that whenever she wanted now.

Ethan opened his door and walked out. "Chad?" Ethan called out. "Yeah. There you guys are." Chad walked out from the kitchen. "Sorry, bathroom." Scar shot him a small smile. "Uh huh. Well Sam told me you guys were here and I thought we'd start heading over for dinner." Chad explained. "Yeah let me just grab my stuff." Scar headed over to Ethan's room to grab her bag. "I have Econ I need to get to but I'll meet up with you guys after." Ethan looked back and forth at the two. "Text me when you're out." Scar instructed earning a weird look from Chad. "You ready to go?" Chad looked at Scarlett. "Yeah."

The three made their way downstairs and outside "Okay dude we'll see you later." Chad looked over at Ethan. "Will do." Ethan looked over at Scarlett. She wished she could just lean over and give him a kiss now. She knew it was better to wait until they decided when to tell them.

"So what did you guys do?" Chad asked as the two started walking down the street. "Just hung out really. Studied for our film class." Scar shrugged her shoulders. "Ahh and you were in the bathroom, right? When I got home?"

"Yeah why?" Scar asked confused. "Oh no reason. Only I went to the bathroom when I got home and um you weren't there." Scarlett internally froze. "You did..." she trailed off. "Yeah, so you can try to continue this all you want but that hickey on the side of your neck gives you away."

Scarlett bit her lip and started to nod slowly. He got her. Well Ethan got her and now that's what got them caught. "Yeah, thought so." Chad smirked. "Chad it's not what it looks like." Scarlett felt like she was having serious deja vu from yesterday with Quinn. "So you and Ethan aren't sleeping together?"

"Please don't tell Mindy, I don't want to deal with the ever going saga of "You're sleeping with one of the suspects." bullshit sooner than I have to. We were gonna tell you guys tonight." Scar explained. "I mean she's right you know, to a degree. I love that dude like a brother but everyone is on the list. Between you and me though I think he's really actually harmless. Besides he cares about you. I take it you guys together or else you wouldn't be planning on telling us or... " Chad trailed off. "We were just hooking up for the past couple of months. Actually we just started dating today I guess."

"I mean I knew about the hooking up part." Chad confessed. Scarlett's eyes shot straight to him. "Wait? What? You knew?" Scar asked. "I knew it from the morning where we all went to that shitty diner on 23rd. And we all got pancakes. I kinda picked up on it. You both wouldn't stop staring at each other in an obvious I've seen you naked kinda way. Oh then there was that same night were I came back from the gym early and heard you both going at it. Didn't know your voice could get that high" Chad's words brought redness to Scarlett's cheeks. "Dude!" Scar punched him in the shoulder. "What?" Chad laughed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I thought it was nice that you finally had some type of relationship with someone after Wes. Ethan is a good one. Despite the suspect list he cares about you. I see the way he looks at you." It's been a long time since anyone brought up Wes. He will always have a special place in Scarlett's heart. They were just starting their relationship when everything happened in Woodsboro. However they were best friends since they were six. They all were. "Is it the way you look at my sister?"

"What do you mean by that?" Chad scoffed at her turning the tables. "Oh please, you have been drooling over her since we got here."

"I wouldn't say I've been drooling over her." Chad defended. "Please, you could fill an eight foot swimming pool if you wanted." Scar joked

"Fine I like her. I just don't know what to really do. She's on this whole independence thing she's got going on." Chad admitted. Scarlett knew Tara liked her independence but she knew that she liked Chad too. Chad was a good guy and has been since they were young. She knew he wouldn't burden her with more issue's. She knew he would treat her right and how she should be. "She can still be independent and have someone who loves her and is good for her. Which you are."

"We almost kissed the other night. After we got back from the halloween party." Chad confessed. "Dude why haven't you tried again?" Scar asked "I don't know I just don't want to overstep." Chad explained. "I literally just said you need to go for it. I'm serious she likes you." Scar smiled. "You know you're a good wingman you know that?" Chad

"I'm like one of the dudes. When do I get my penis?" Scar joked. "Based off your neck, looks like you already did." Chad smirked "Shut up." Scar hit his shoulder once again. "Oh wait hold up. I forgot Mindy asked me to stop and get her some tampons. I didn't want her grabbing any by herself. Apparently you guys are out over there." Chad stopped in his tracks at the corner store. "Huh. Last time I checked we had a whole bunch." Scarlett remembered looking in the cabinet at the two boxes full. "Well apparently you don't. Then again that apartment is full of estrogen. We have to hurry though your sisters freaking out. There was another attack. Her therapist."

"Shit." Scarlett cursed but her mind was stuck on the first part of Chad's sentence. Was it really that long ago? Scarlett grabbed her phone out of her pocket as she followed Chad into the store. She opened her period app and that's when she saw it. "Ten days late" the grey circle read. "Oh my God." Scarlett felt herself go into panic mode. She couldn't let herself panic in front of Chad. Scarlett gulped at the pressure in the back of her throat. No, she couldn't be pregnant. Not right now. There is no way, she was on the pill.

Unfortunately she knew that the pill wasn't one hundred percent safe as much as she wanted to rely on it to help her calm down. Hey maybe she wasn't even pregnant. They've been under a lot of stress the past few days, but it hasn't been ten."Hey I can grab them. I know what kind they like. You mind grabbing something to drink to bring to the apartment?" Scar asked. "Yeah." Chad nodded. The last time she was in a corner store she was getting chased down by a killer with a gun, this some how was scarier as she looks at the pregnancy test. Scarlet grabbed the clear blue and the box of tampons a bit further down the aisle.

Scarlett quickly made her way to the check out lady hoping she could check out in time before Chad saw her. The older woman at the check out looked down at the products then back at Scarlett with a confused look. "Well its either one or the other." Scar told her.

The older lady with the name tag labeled "Betty" rang out the two items. After paying quickly Scarlett grabbed the bag with the tampons in it and grabbed the test out to put in her bag. "Here we are." Chad brought over a bottle of wine. "ID please."

Chad grabbed his fake id from his wallet and handed it to the lady. Betty looked at the id then back at Chad. "Sure." She muttered as she scanned the bottle. "Good luck." Betty told the two as she finished bagging up the bottle. "Huh?" Chad asked confused.

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"We arrive with party favors." Chad raised the bottle of wine as he closed the door behind him. "And tampons." Scar handed the bag off to Mindy. "Thank you. I will take these." Mindy got up from her spot on the couch and headed to the bathroom. "And I bring this." Chad took the bottle of wine out of the brown paper bag. "You didn't have to." Chad handed the bottle to Sam."Scar's idea."

"Thank you. Food will be done soon hopefully. We just started." Sam headed back into the kitchen. "You guys need help?" Chad asked. "Yeah actually that would be great." Tara smiled as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Where's Ethan?" Anika asked as she sat down on the couch. "He's at Econ. He'll be over right after." Scar explained. "Is he going to be okay by himself?" Anika asked. "I told him to text us as soon as he leaves."

"Much better." Mindy sighed as she came out of the bathroom. "Great cause I need to pee." Scar smiled. "All yours." Mindy moved aside as Scarlett headed in. She closed the door behind her and locked it along with Quinn's connecting door. "Okay." Scarlett muttered as she grabbed the box out of her bag. She quickly grabbed the stick out of the box shopping the instructions. It was pretty simple, pee on the damn stick Scarlett thought to herself. After she was finished she went to put a timer on her phone but there was no need. She looked down at the stick as two dark blue lines appeared. "Oh my God.”

[hopelessmidwesterner]

Sugar Babe

Finally got around to finishing this, first published fic on this account, who cheered?! (pls gimme feedback/requests)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Sized/AFAB Reader ★ Established Relationship

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, mentions of ADD lol

WC: 1.3k

*Alternate timeline: a few years after the events of season 4 (spoiler: he lived)*

Inspired by the 1971 song 'Sugar Babe' by Stephen Stills

You were an outlier; you and Eddie both were for an endless number of reasons. One of the most prominent ones to oblivious outsiders looking in was the fact that you were only in your early twenties but you behaved like a couple who’d been married for at least a decade. It grossed the kids out, it warmed older adults’ hearts, and it made your friends of the same age a little envious. Neither of you really saw it as abnormal because it just felt normal; not forced, not overdramatized, not rushed, none of that. It was just natural, good old fashioned love as Wayne liked to describe it.

Now, don’t get anything twisted, the both of you certainly weren’t the perfect couple but you were perfect for one another and that was what mattered. You had plans to get married but not for awhile; 25 at least as you’d said whenever a family member brought it up since you’d been together for a few years already. There were times, however, when Eddie considered just full sending things because of how overwhelmed with love he felt: pawning a ring from the shop just outside town, taking you out some place nice, and proposing even if it threw you for a loop, even if neither of you had more than a few hundred bucks at a time. But he knew that wasn’t how either of you wanted things to play out so he practiced restraint, even on nights like tonight. 

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“You can do whatever you want to do, you can be who you want to be. Just remember that me and you ain’t all there is to bein’ free.” Your singing was soft and clearly zoned out while you stood at the stove in Eddie and Wayne’s kitchen, eyes honed in on the pot that crackled and popped with searing oil and slivers of potato. Your boyfriend watched you from the opposing counter where he was supposed to be working on a tattoo for someone who’d paid him to design something; a simple sword with song lyrics wrapped around it that resembled vines. It was good money and something he loved to do, but he loved you more. 

“People need love. People need trust. People need one another and that means us. My sugar babe. Believe me, sugar babe.” You didn’t notice him slip off the countertop nor did you seem to hear him slink towards you. If you did, you made no efforts to turn towards him or to ask what he was up to so he continued onwards, sly as a fox. 

“Everyone knows it ain't easy when you get it all together in your heart. It's the easiest thing to do to be pleasin'. Folks ain't made to live apart.” You smiled and hummed as you felt the familiar embrace of Eddie’s arms wrapping around your midsection, his chin settled on your right shoulder so he could see what you were seeing. 

“People need love. People need trust. People need one another and that means us. My sugar babe. Believe me, sugar babe. I'm on your side, sugar babe.” He husked the words with you like they were a prayer and you gushed as you kept an eye on the fries. This was your song, at least one of them, and he called you Sugar Babe as often as he could because it got the biggest smile on your face; prettier than the stars. 

“Let yourself be open, honey, learn to bend. Remember, everyone gets scared, but I'm still your best friend…” He stole a kiss to the side of your head right above the temple and you turned this time, giving him the invitation to grab your hips with a little jig in his stride. 

“When you forget about yourself and think of things to do to make me happy, then you love me girl, like I love you, oh-oh-oh…” He turned the charm up to 100 by tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, keeping his warm hand there since it always made you soften. You gave him that sarcastic smirk he loved and he began to lean in, going for the kill. Your eyes fluttered shut when he got close enough for your noses to bump but then a sharp gasp left you as the pot began to sputter a little louder. 

“Oh, shit! Gotta turn ‘em.” You spun around like a top to do as you said, the edge of your elbow brushing across Eddie’s chest; a punch to the heart. You were lucky you were cute. An audible noise that sounded like a mix of irritation and adoration left Eddie so you furrowed your brows while you watched the golden fries bubbling inside the amber colored oil. 

“What?” You asked in question, side eyeing him. He snorted and waited until you’d turned all of the fries over; having set the big spoon you were using back down.The moment it clattered against the spoon rest, he let out a long chuckle and grabbed at your waist once more. 

“Nothing, ‘s nothing, Y/N.” He paused and met your eye as you cocked your head towards him; there’s those pretty blues. “Your ADD is just going ham right now.” You frowned and geared up to give him a sassy defense but he finally gave into his temptation (one of them, at least) and chased your lips with his own; shutting you up mid–sentence with a hungry hold. You gasped into the kiss but melted all the same, similar to putty in his hands and in turn, you held his face with gentle palms that he swore could heal. Your lips finally parted for the sake of air and you clicked your tongue at him once you caught your own breath. 

“You interrupted me.” You said with an accusatory tone, unable to help the giggle that fell through when he started tickling at your ribs. Asshat. 

“That I did, Sugar Babe.” 

“Ass.” He rolled his eyes at you like a diva. He even did the hair flip for fuck’s sake. Drama queen. 

“Oh, whatever. You liked that.”

“Says who?” You challenged it though it was true; this was part of your dynamic with Eddie, after all. 

“Says the pink in your cheeks, Sugar Babe.” You fumed at that and he snickered since you turned an even deeper shade of pink, causing you to grimace at him with a saucy wiggle back towards the pot. Another eye roll came from him even though he knew you couldn’t see him and he sighed with a nonchalant lean forwards, grabbing you and hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing. 

“Eds.” You groaned out of irritance though you made no efforts to stop him; not even any squirming when he had you comfortably settled over his shoulder.

“What?” He whined back in mockery of you, earning a light slap to the middle of his back. 

“Put me down. It’s not good for your back, ya know.” He disregarded your words with a grunt that may as well have said ‘oh, as if’ and he kicked the door to his room open before gently flopping you down onto the center of his bed. 

“Good one, babe. You should try standup.” He toed back to shut the door with his butt and he pulled his shirt off of himself, finding you with a confused gaze that amused him in some odd way. He tilted his head at you inquisitively and climbed on the bed, reaching for you with protective arms. 

“What about the fries?” You asked him shyly. Even after all these years, you still got a little meek during these moments of intensity where all of his attention was on you and you only. He grinned with a shaking head and held your face, squishing at your cheeks just lightly enough to get a low noise of annoyance out of your mouth. God, he loved annoying you. 

“Honestly, sweetheart?” He paused for a moment to kiss you; a long and hungry embrace of battling tongues, clashing teeth, and racing hearts. Butterflies filled both of your stomachs and this time it was his cheeks that turned a deep shade of fuchsia.

“Fuck the fries.”

[greedystevie]

SECRET

not as it seems part one

college!steve x college!fem oc

summary: you and steve are in a "secret" relationship and your best friend/roommate doesn't know

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (fem receiving) fingering

word count: 1.9k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: okay this is actually a little bit of a novel i've been working on but i named one of the main character's steve so now i just keep thinking about steve harrington whenever i write for it (probably why i've written 2k words in like 3 days when i've been in a drought) so this is not a y/n insert but i don't describe the fem!main character in any specific way so go and imagine yourself :) but also don't be surprised if this disappears in the future

“Beatrice! Hurry up, we're going to be late!” Thomasina called down the hallway to a distracted Beatrice. A Beatrice who was too busy fantasizing about her crush Steven.

While Beatrice was busy trying on pretty dresses and making herself up to try and ask out the guy of her dreams at this party he was showing up to  their shared New York apartment for Thomasina. Beatrice comes out of her room to see who came in to see Steve- she almost falls to the floor. “Oh uh, hi Steven I didn’t know you were coming over. Did Cece let you in?” Beatrice tucked her hair behind her ear. Posing herself as she tried to come across desirable.

Steve cocked his eyebrow up as he wondered what the fuck she was doing, “yeah she did.” He ended up responding.

Thomasina came out with a couple of drinks, handing one of them to Steve. “Finally she emerges from her cave,” she giggled, stepping towards her friend.

“I uh, heard the door open and shut so I came to see what was going on. Also,” Beatrice grabbed a random garment off the back of a chair. “I’ve been looking for this everywhere.” Huffing out back towards her bedroom.

“I always forget how much she flirts with me,” Steve chuckles softly.

“Probably because she has a-“ Thomasina stopped before she told her best friend's secret. Even if it was about her boyfriend, to her boyfriend. She could never do that.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Oh nothing,” Thomasina stepped close enough to touch his chest. “It doesn’t really matter anyway.”

Steve tenderly placed his hands on her hips, bringing her body closer to him. Locking lips with hers in a heated makeout session. Gripping the edges of her thin t-shirt Steve slipped his hands onto her smooth skin. Fingertips feeling every bone, every twitch of her muscle as he climbed up further towards her breast.

Just as their shirts were coming off and things started to steam up between them Beatrice could be heard coming back into the living area. Thomasina jumped off of Steve. Frantically searching for the articles of clothing while Steve stood still trying to hide his ever growing erection with his hands. She tossed him his shirt and he quickly put it on. Thomasina scurried behind the long sofa to put hers on, pretending to look for something she dropped. Popping up over the couch after Beatrice had been standing frozen at the edge of the room for who knows how long.

Thomasina sauntered over towards Steve, a jacket that had been on the floor for days gripped in one hand, the other grazing his erection. Steve flinched, screwing his eyes shut as he calmed the rising reaction inside himself. Thomasina smirked to the ground before turning towards Beatrice, “hello again Bea.” Thomasina smiled. Slipping past her towards the hall closet to finally put the jacket away. No thought in her head about possibly cleaning it.

Beatrice didn’t budge from her spot, continuing to stare longingly at Steve as if he might vanish at any moment. He was visibly becoming uncomfortable by her gaze by the time Thomasina came back to lean on the couch near him. Side-eyeing his muscular profile as discreetly as she could, stifling a giggle as she saw him still trying to hide his bulge. Sighing and heaving herself off the sofa Thomasina started, “Bea- are you-“ she was interrupted.

“What is he doing here? I don’t remember inviting him?” Beatrice let out a high pitched half giggle near the end. Her nerves finally subsided.

“Sally sent him over to drive us to the party,” the lie came out so smoothly.

“Why couldn’t she make it?”

“Last minute errand I think,” Thomasina scratched her head trying to remember specifics. Specifics that didn’t exist.

“Hm,” Beatrice touched her pointer finger and thumb to her chin in thought. “How ‘bout you Steven? Did she tell you anything specific?”

“No,” he shook his head.

Beatrice nodded in response. Backing away towards the front door, “okay. I guess I’ll head downstairs then. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Are you sure you’re ready to go?” Thomasina asked.

“Oh yeah,” she sniffed. Closing the door behind her.

Steve relaxed as she turned away. The tension in his shoulders instantly lifting, “finally.” He breathed out. Cracking his knuckles which sent shivers down Thomasina’s spine. Her breath hitched in her throat as she took a moment to remember how to move her chest up and down to let air in. Thomasina spun back around to face Steve, the last thing on her mind was to go meet Beatrice down in the lobby.

After a few moments of silent tension between them Steve took a couple long strides, closing the gap between them. Removing his black cotton t-shirt and tossing it to the brick wall, revealing the few tattoos he had hidden on his chest and back. Thomasina delicately reached out to touch her lanky secret boyfriend. Feeling his rough skin underneath her fingertips as he gripped her hips to bring her closer to him. Snaking her arms around his neck at a snails pace, slowly bringing his head closer to her lips. Tenderly pecking his mouth, tugging at his hair. Bodies in sync as their knees move to the floor. Steve’s fingers tug at the edges of Thomasina’s shirt. Sliding his hand up underneath it to feel the heat of her stomach on the way down to unbutton her jeans. Taking off her acid wash pants for her, lifting her feet one at a time out of the stiff fabric. Leaving her in generic cotton panties that match her cotton shirt. She started to lift the shirt over her head when Steve stood up and quickly gripped her hands to stop her. Lowly growly, “no. keep it on.”

Thomasina smirked at the request. Now she didn’t have to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra, although she was pretty sure he could tell. Lowering her arms back down to her sides Steve began leaving kisses on the palms of her hands, pulling her down to the floor. Before continuing he grabbed a couple of pillows off the leather couch without looking, always keeping eye contact with Thomasina. Laying her down on the rough pillows one under her head and one at the small of her back. “How's that?” he queried.

“Perfect,” Thomasina breathed out.

Steve lowered his head to her thighs, leaving soft kisses along the line of her underwear. Thomasina’s leg kicked up as a reflex when he brushed up against the one ticklish section on her body where her torso and leg meet. A quick series of giggles burst from her lungs. Steve continued to kiss down her leg and over to the other one as his motions calmed her back down. Thomasina moved her arms towards his head, letting her fingers grip chunks of his freshly washed hair. Gently tugging them towards where she wanted him, but he resisted. She huffed in frustration. His cold nose biting her flesh as he moved his face wherever he pleased.

Finally, as her consistent grip in his hair felt him move back to the middle. Steve’s eyes darted up to see Thomasina’s eyes screwed shut. Waiting for something spectacular. He smirked, snaking his fingers into the fabric of the elastic waistband of her underwear pulling it down slowly. Thomasina’s thighs constricted slightly by the excitement of him moving closer to the most needy part of her. Nuzzling the tip of his nose deep inside of her, Steve took in her intoxicating scent. Pulling it away from her and replacing it with the stroke of his fingers. “Is this okay? Does it feel good?”

All Thomasina could manage in response was a hefty moan. Steve smirked, a little bit proud of the effect he had on her. “I just want to make you happy Tom cat,” he stroked her thigh with his free hand. Taking it all the way up her torso to her breast.

“Stevie,” she groaned out in pleasure. “Faster.”

Obedient Steve pumped his fingers faster, eyes just peeking over her waist as he started to lick her pearl. Never taking his eyes off of her face. Coming up for air Steve pulled his fingers out completely, leaving Thomasina yearning for more. Licking his fingers clean of her insides before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down part of the way. Boxer shorts following suit, covering his cock with his big hand and started to rub it back and forth a few times.

“Don’t forget the condom dumbass,” Thomasina panted.

“I thought you were on the pill?” Steve questioned. Eyebrow popping up as he pulled his pants back up for the wallet that he didn’t realize had fallen behind him.

“Doesn’t mean I want you’re dirty-“ she gagged before finishing. “Penis inside of me without a jacket on.”

Leaning back to pick up his wallet and take out one of the many fresh condoms he had tucked in it since they had started having sex. Sighing heavily as he knew she wasn’t serious. Rolling the rubber up, watching her bite her bottom lip as she watched the act. “I literally took a shower today,” Steve sighed as he settled into her with a grunt.

“I know boo,” Thomasina moaned. “Your hair is so luscious. Have you been using that shampoo I recommended?”

Steve nodded, unable to say words as light, breathy moans escaped his throat. Thomasina mimicked his actions, trying to keep the sound to a minimum. But it was hard. Wrapping her arm around his neck entwining her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck once more. “It’s done wonders for you honey bunches.” She gasped so loudly as her body shook with release.

Riding it out right with her until they were both a sweaty mess on top of each other. Heaving and giggling until the front door slammed open. Their faces covered with shock, at least until they realized it was Sally.

“You two are so lucky I slipped past Bea!” She screeched, not caring about their half naked, tangled bodies. “You are not as slick as you think you are. You are going to hurt that poor girl if you aren’t careful,” Sally stomped back out. Making sure to also slam the door shut the same way she opened it.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked, confused. Removing himself from Thomasina. Exhastedly huffing as he lays next to her on the rough floor.

“I promised I wouldn't tell,” Thomasina bit her lip. Turning to face him.

“Well if I know what’s going on maybe I can help,” he smiled sweetly at her.

Sighing Thomasina weighed the options in her mind. Ultimately deciding to tell him, “Beatrice has a crush on you.”

“Oh that,” he chuckled.

“You knew?” Thomasina sat up like a shot, “Who told you?”

“No one told me,” he grunted as his elbow slid against the floor when he struggled to sit and meet her gaze. “I figured it out.” He sighed as he gave up on trying to sit up.

Thomasina silently got up, picking up and dressing herself in the discarded cotton underwear. Going back over to her turtle of a boyfriend she bent down to grab his arm and heave him off the floor.

“Guess we better get going then,” Steve sighed as he pulled his clothing back on.

Thomasina quietly nodded in response. Not very happy about the wake up call her friend had given her, very much planning on getting wasted at this party.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

BILLY QUINN is the type of guy to tease you with the prospect of a kiss. He’d incline into your direction, let you get comfortable, let you expect to feel his lips on yours. Your eyes fall closed, you pucker, you lean into him, only to be rudely awakened by his pause. He offers them to you, yet when you chase he backs up just out of your reach. Like a game, he toys with you, baiting you right into frustration. There’s a curl to his countenance, a hint of a malicious smile as you make a fool of yourself for him, pinching your brows together. His large hand nestles comfortably against the column of your neck, slotting as if it was made to choked. He lures you in, only to refuse you at the last second, and eye you like you’ve been caught thinking it’d be that easy for you. He won’t let you any nearer than a millimeter from his pink tissue, ripe and plump to be molded against yours. You want it worse than before simply because he won’t allow you to have it.

“S’wrong, baby? You want somethin’?” he taunts, his row of pearly teeth peeking through his parted lips. Lips you wish were yours already. You’re too involved in yourself, and you manage a subtle nod, and a confirming squeak. “Speak up, huh? Use those words.” His callused thumb strokes your jaw, you can feel every detail of the rough texture of his guitar-playing hands against your skin.

“Kiss me.” you whine, your palms patting the sides of your thighs in a mini-tantrum. Your sweet features twist in want. “Please?”

“Pretty girl.” he tsks. The anticipation works you up so much that a mere brush of his lips against yours has a heat pool between your legs. Effortless, you condemn yourself, easy. That’s what he must think of you. “Always wants what she can’t have.”

[nicklesbam]

Hey I really love your scream fics! Could I request Sam x fem reader where they had been dating for awhile set within the scream 6 ending but it is Reader not Tara who hangs over the balcony and Sam has to wrestle with her feelings before letting her go

that sounds amazing oml. I can definitely try. btw I couldn't find any gifs of that scene

Sam and y/n raced up the ladder to get away from the three Ghostface killers. They carefully walked along the edge until y/n heard a gunshot aimed towards her. Y/n quickly fell and held onto the edge the best she could with blood on her hands but couldn't keep a grip, right before she fell Sam grabbed onto her hand

Sam felt her heart pounding in her chest

"I can't! I can't hold on!" Y/n shouted terrified. Sam tried to soothe her

"It's okay" just then ethan jumped in the air aiming his knife towards y/n. Y/n shrieked

"No!" Sam screamed, scared of losing her girlfriend. Ethan kept swinging his knife up in the air

"I've always wanted to stick something in you y/n!" He shouted. Y/n was disgusted by the comment

"Fuck you!" She shouted

"Fuck you!" He screamed full of rage

Sam was holding on for dear life to the girl but she kept slipping. Just then Sam turned to see quinn had made her way upstairs. She looked down at y/n worriedly, y/n saw Quinn and turned to her girlfriend fast

"You guys are so fucked now!" Y/n just wanted to shut him up. Sam looked towards the gun on the floor

"Sam" y/n called. Quinn started coming closer and Sam was struggling to hold onto her girlfriend

"Sam?" Sam turned towards y/n

"Let me go" y/n spoke confidently. Sam immediately responded

"No!" She held her grip tighter as y/n let one of her hands fall

"Yeah let her go Sam! Come on!" Ethan spoke

"Shut the fuck up ethan! God were you this annoying the whole time?" Y/n turned her head and shouted at the boy

"I'll fucking kill you!" Y/n had made him mad again

"I'll kill you virgin piece of shit!" Y/n screamed full of rage then turned back to sam

Quinn got even closer to Sam while ethan tried to stab at y/n from below again

"Trust me" y/n looked at Sam, her face practically begging, "you have to let me go." She spoke

Sam grabbed her dad's knife and handed it to y/n. Y/n grabbed the knife and said one last thing

"Kill that motherfucker" Sam nodded and let go of y/n's arm

Y/n landed on top of ethan. Ethan stabbed her in the stomach and twisted the knife

"Gotcha!" Ethan shouted like an excited little kid who just caught someone during hide and seek. Y/n had enough. She grabbed the knife Sam had given her and plunged it into ethans mouth

Quinn looked down in horror as ethan was choking on his own blood. Sam smirked as y/n twisted the knife, making ethans eyes go wide

"Now you can shut the fuck up" y/n whispered to him before yanking the knife back out. His blood splattered all over y/n as she started sobbing, at least now he can't terrorize her and her friends

"Looks like you're down another brother" Sam spoke in a condescending voice to Quinn, y/n chuckled after hearing that. Quinn started screaming and charging at Sam until Sam shot her right through the head

Bailey stood horrified at the scene of his daughter

"And you're down another child" y/n spoke to Bailey from the first floor

[localemofreak]

Tell Your Baby, That I’m Your Baby.

(Billy Knight x Fem!Reader)

Based on the song:

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

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‼️Warnings‼️: use of y/n, slight angst which turns to comfort, Billy have a breakdown, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me!)

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It had happened again.

Billy had another episode, and you weren't around when he had it.

You had been trying to take care of Billy, ever since his previous actions you have tried to be there for him but it's been pretty hard when since he was one to distance himself from what seemed like everyone except for his brother Jimmy.

Right now you we're searching the streets in a panic after coming back to an empty apartment and the shattered glass of a random cup in the middle of the apartment, knowing he definitely dropped it when he started having his little episode.

As well as the news playing on the tv, it probably being the reason it triggered the episode for Billy.

You looked everywhere you think he would be.

Finally, you got to the last place you could check- the small apartment Jimmy would hide him in.

You thought the first place he would go to was his brother since you weren't with him.

You managed to break through the door of the apartment, seeing it looking 'empty' but you knew it wasn't.

"Billy! Billy!! It's y/n!" You called out as you started desperately running around, searching random rooms.

Finally, you got to this one room and tried to swing it open, only seeing it was locked.

You could hear the small whimper of somebody inside the room, knowing it was Billy.

"Billy sweetheart.. it's y/n let me in please.." you whispered through the door as you tried to shake the doorknob.

You heard more whimpering and shuffling in the room before finally, Billy said something.

"Go away please.." he whimpered out as you could hear him hiding himself, probably curled up in the corner.

"Alright Billy, you left me no choice-" you said before finally you managed to kick a hole through the door, digging through it before finally crawling through.

You wiped off any debris from the door off of your outfit before your eyes glanced around, finally landing on Billy who was curled up on the bed in the corner of the room, his brown doe eyes watery and looking at you.

"There you are, I was looking all over for you. Come on let's head-" you started to stay as you took a step forward before getting cut off, Billy tossing his arms in front of him to block you.

"Don't come near me!- please.." he called out, a tear falling down his cheek as you stared at him, slightly in shock since he's never really yelled at you, or turned you away during one of his episodes.

"Billy, baby... I'm here to help you.." you whispered as you slowly started moving towards him, your hands up slightly as you crouched down to his level.

His hands slowly moved down as he stared at you, a soft scared look in his eyes.

"Tell me what happened... please?.." you whispered as he gave a small sniffle and violently rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, a thing he did whenever he felt upset or nervous about something.

"I-I don't know!- I don't know.. what happened..." Billy said as he rubbed his nose harshly once again, his body slightly shaking while he brought his gaze down.

You decided to gently and slowly take his hand in yours, hoping that would help him focus on telling you what happened

. "I-I.. I saw something.. on the telly- about a girl.. she was missing, and- and I-I... I guess, it made me remember-" he said before cutting himself off with a small whimper as you let out a small sigh and gave a sympathetic look.

"Baby.. it's okay you don't have to say anymore-" you whispered before he nodded and you just pulled him into your arms, causing him to cling onto you while sobbing into your shoulder.

"Did you take your meds today?.." you whispered and Billy hesitated for a second before lightly shaking his head, his face still against the crook of your neck.

"I-I forgot.. I'm sorry-" he muttered quietly before you cut him off with a small kiss on the side of his head.

"it's alright- don't be sorry.. just please, remember next time.. I don't want this happening again.." you whispered as he quickly nodded his head in response.

You both just sat there for a while, holding each other in each other's arms before finally you managed to get him up and bring him back to the apartment, deciding to just try and relax for the rest of the day with him.

[exilynn]

Just Echoes Nocteris MOODBOARD

wayne munson

antonella floyd(adoptive sister)

Munsons parent's

ale, al and néa

This fic is my babyy

[decodedlvr]

“King Steve” doesn’t exist | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson (steddie mini series)

Summary: Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

word count | idk this is pt1 | pt2 | pt3 |

Warnings: slight homophobia, angst, smut, blowjobs, good fluff, coming out? Panic attacks, slight bullying, body insecurities, slight a-hole Billy Hargrove, Steve has a small dick

Steve Harrington didn’t get the nickname ‘king Steve’ because he has a big cock. He doesn’t at all actually.. at full length he’s messuared at about 3.5 inches, 4.1 if he’s really turned on. He got the nickname because he’s very talented in making women finish with his mouth multiple times. Ya see, every girlfriend, every date or drunk hook up Steve has this thing he does with his partners. He agrees to keep seeing them, so they can cum as much as they want since ya know ‘his mouth is magic’ but he’ll only keep the deal if they agree to promise to never tell anyone how big he really is.

He hates the deal with a passion, not only because his ego is actually fucked but because he doesn’t wanna keep seeing these girls on repeat after repeat just to make sure the secret about his below average cock stays closed up. He feels trapped honestly, no girl has said to his face his dick was small, but the disappointment in their faces was enough for him to make sure that any time he had a hookup; they had to pass out from cumming from his mouth at least 3 times and be too sensitive to even want his cock afterwards. The amount of times he’s had blue balls just from embarrassment is pathetic. The only person who never made him feel like shit about it genuinely was Nancy wheeler but even then, if you’d ask Nancy today how many times do you think she’s ever sucked off steve or even fucked his cock? She’d probably say she still felt like a virgin. She tried to support Steve and how he felt about himself reassuring him; didn’t feel too reassuring when she ended up cheating on him with Jonathan. Made Steve wonder and believe that it’s because of his dick.

He hates himself. He blames himself for his dick; though he’s never told Nancy that. She reassured him she just needed more and deep down Steve couldn’t blame her. Atleast not in the drunken state telling him that his love was ‘bullshit’. Steve would never admit to the amount of times he’s cried over his size. Dick pumps don’t do much no matter how much he wish it did; god damned those stupid cosmo magz. He was made aware of his secret spreading as soon as he arrived to school one morning, he knew something was off.

The stares, the laughs especially from all the girls he’s hooked up with specifically. He kept his cool, being with the popular crowd and such.. until after basketball practice in the locker room. Since steve was popular he had this kinda ritual he would do to avoid being seen naked while changing.

Having an obnoxious friend like Tommy helped because he could kinda just talk about random bullshit with him and everyone like ‘what’s up man?’ or ‘who’s ready to party this Friday’ or anything to change the focus to get everyone talking to everyone else. Until Billy the ever so nosey Hargrove noticed how skittish Steve was acting sneaking in the stalls with his clothes to change.

‘Why you hidin in the stalls Harrington?’

Steve turned pale, the locker room got quiet. He was caught

‘I’m changing why you wanna watch or something?’ Steve said sounding ‘cool’ like there wasn’t a problem

‘Nah, why can’t you just change in here like the rest of us, you got something to hide Harrington? You a girl or something?’ Billy replies. Everyone laughed

‘N-no, just like my privacy—‘

‘Yeah Harrington!, yeah Steve, what you hidin in there?’ two randos shout

‘I’m not hiding anything’

‘Then change’ Billy demands

‘What? no-‘

‘Nobody’s gonna look at your dick ‘king Steve don’t worry’ I’m sure you’d make all of us look bad, well maybe some of us’ Billy says in a cocky manner & winks

‘Dude stop being weird’ Steve scoffs

‘You’re the one hiding the the bathroom stall like a loser changing when the changing rooms right here. what’s the problem ? Huh?’ Billy asks

Steve can’t understand why Billy’s so suddenly interested

‘Why you care so much Billy huh? Gotta crush on me or sumthin?’ Tommy laughs with him. He felt some relief to not feel like all eyes are on him

‘In your dreams pretty boy’

The nickname makes Steve’s dick throb. See, Steve’s bisexual. Of course after meeting robin and him having odd feelings with their mutual friend Eddie; she made him well aware of his feelings and what they meant. Obviously she’s the only person who knows, she trusted him with her secret and vice verse. They are inseparable.

Steve doesn’t have a crush on Billy, sure he’s handsome but he’s heard Eddie call him that nickname multiple times so his mind flashed to him. Plus in a way he’s still trying to figure all this shit out.

‘Yeah, okay’ Steve says turning around packing his shit up feeling anxious as ever

‘Where you going?’ Billy’s asks walking in Steve’s direction

‘I’m leaving’ Steve replies

‘You’re drenched and you probably reek, what’s the matter?’ Billy’s starting to taunt Steve now

‘You’re annoying me and I don’t have time for this’ Steve now facing Billy trying to also act tough but obviously not pick too much of a fight over this

little does Steve know he’s about to get—

‘Dude no way’ he hears in background

‘Oh wow now that’s’— Billy starts

Steve got pantsed.

Steve literally stumbles backwards trying to pull his gym shorts back up.

‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’ he yells and he shoved man who pantsed him.—Tommy.

‘Whoa no need to get angry king Steve’—

‘Fuck you billy fuck all of you’ Steve says now breathing heavily

Steve’s just left his shit and ran outta the lockeroom after hearing billy shout

‘It’s ok to have a small dick Harrington—‘.

Reblogs appreciated :>

[shortnspidey]

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE AWAKENING

Eddie Munson x OC!Reader || WC: 4.5K

A/N: happy October everyone! 🍂 this chapter is all over the place: tiny amounts of angst, more of Lyra and Eddie, and some familiar faces as we set the scene for the main events of season two!

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The drive home was silent, except for the occasional snore from Billy. Lyra's grip on the steering wheel tightened, determination setting in. She knew she had to help her brother find a way out of this destructive cycle, no matter how hard it would be. Upon arriving home later that night, more like one in the morning, Lyra had to maneuver herself and a staggering Billy inside the house without alerting Susan and especially Neil. The once rowdy Halloween night was now quiet, with only the faint rustling of leaves and distant sounds of traffic breaking the silence. Lyra carefully unlocked the front door, cringing at the slight creak it made.

She glanced back at Billy, who was doing his best to stay upright as he basically clung onto her leather clad shoulder. His weight was heavy, and his breath smelled of alcohol, a stark reminder of the night’s events. The hallway was dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with every step they took. Lyra could hear the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room, each tick amplifying her anxiety. She whispered soothing words to Billy, trying to keep him calm and quiet as they made their way to his room. "Holy shit," The voice made her squeeze her eyes shut letting out a shaky exhale.

Only when she managed to turn around and noticed Max standing in the hallway instead of her step mother and father she was able to breathe properly. "Is he okay?" Max whispered her brows furrowing with concern. "Max, quick," Lyra whisper-yelled, completely aware that Neil or Susan could get up at any moment. "Help me get him into his room." Max nodded, rushing over to take some of Billy's weight off Lyra. Together, they carefully navigated the narrow hallway, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The house seemed to hold its breath, every creak of the floorboards sounding like a thunderclap in the silence.

As they reached Billy's room, Lyra pushed the door open with her hip, the hinges protesting softly. They guided Billy to his bed, easing him down gently. He mumbled something unintelligible, eyes glazed and unfocused. Lyra pulled off his shoes and leather jacket, covering him with a blanket, her movements tender despite her exhaustion. Just as she was about to get up from the edge of the bed, Billy spoke, "I-I'm sorry." He slurred, reaching for Lyra's hand. His grip was weak, but she could feel the desperation in his touch. "Go to sleep, we'll talk about this in the morning." She assured her voice soft and soothing. She squeezed his hand gently before letting go, watching as his eyes slowly close.

Lyra took a deep breath, feeling the tension slowly leave her body. She glanced at Max, who was standing by the door, her eyes wide with concern. "Will he be okay?" She asked again, her voice barely above a whisper. Lyra nodded, forcing a reassuring smile. "He'll be fine, Max. Just needs to sleep it off." With Billy finally settled, Lyra and Max tiptoed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind them. "Any chance you'll tuck me into bed too?" By the tone of her voice, Lyra could tell Max was joking yet there was a hint of genuine fatigue in her eyes. Lyra chuckled softly, giving Max a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

"Come on Cherry, let's get you into bed." She coaxed throwing her arm over Max's shoulders guiding her towards her room. Without hesitation, Max climbed into bed, pulling her blanket up to her chin, as Lyra tucked the blanket around her snugly. "Goodnight, Lyra," Max yawned, nuzzling into her blanket. Lyra leaned over to give the redhead a kiss on the forehead, her lips brushing softly against Max's warm skin. "Goodnight, Max," She whispered, turning off the light and closing the door gently. As she walked back to her own room, Lyra felt a sense of peace settle over her, knowing that everyone was finally at rest. The quiet of the house enveloped her, and she allowed herself to relax, feeling the weight of the day lift from her shoulders.

The following morning Lyra woke up to a raging headache. Sitting up in her bed, she groaned rubbing her sleep ridden eyes. The following morning, Lyra woke up to a raging headache. Sitting up in her bed, she groaned, rubbing her sleep-ridden eyes. The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt like daggers piercing her skull. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, trying to steady herself. As she walked towards the bathroom, the events of the previous night flashed through her mind. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would help clear her head. The coolness was refreshing, but it did little to alleviate the pounding in her temples.

Luckily it seemed that both Neil and Susan had already left for work, so that was one less thing she had to worry about. After grabbing the first items of clothes she saw in her closet not bothering with her appearance, Lyra made her way to the kitchen, where she found Max already up, nursing a cup of orange juice. "Morning," Max greeted her, looking more alert than Lyra felt. "How are you feeling?" She asked, her eyes filled with concern. "Like I got hit by a truck," Lyra replied, reaching for a glass of water and some painkillers. She swallowed them quickly, hoping for some relief. "How's Billy?" She questioned turning on the coffee machine. "Still asleep," Max said, her voice soft.

"He was out cold when I checked on him earlier." Lyra nodded, grateful for the quiet moment. She took a seat at the kitchen table, resting her head in her hands. "Thanks for helping out last night, Max. I don't know what I would've done without you." Max smiled, her eyes warm with understanding. "Well, I couldn't just let him crush you.” She joked, her laughter light and infectious. "Go get changed, knowing Billy he probably has a raging hangover and you know what that means." Max nodded, standing up and heading back towards her room. "Make sure you put your helmet in your backpack." Lyra muttered making Max turn around with a smile on her face. "We're going out on your motorcycle?" She asked excitedly, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. "You bet we are," Lyra replied with a wink.

"I just have to get it back from a friend, but after that me and you are getting milkshakes and burgers at Benny's after school." Max practically beamed with happiness. “Awesome, thanks Lyra, you’re the best!” Lyra couldn’t contain her smile, hearing Max call her the best was the dopamine she needed, a small but significant affirmation that made her heart swell. The pounding in her head had subsided enough so that she could get up and make herself a much needed cup of coffee, glancing at the clock, noticing that they had just enough time to get everything done before school. A few moments later just as she predicted, a bare chested Billy came out from his room, a scowl present on his face. "Well, good morning to you," Lyra greeted him, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Billy grumbled something incoherent, rubbing his temples as if trying to ward off the pounding headache from last night’s escapades. The scene was almost comical, and despite the tension, Lyra couldn’t help but chuckle softly. She reached for a coffee mug on the shelf, pouring some coffee in it before sliding it over to where he stood. "Thanks, and I'm sorry" He mumbled grabbing the cup of coffee from her hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and the stubble on his face was more pronounced in the harsh morning light. Lyra raised a brow urging him to continue. "Last night, you said we could talk in the morning," He paused motioning that the sun was out through the curtains. "It's morning, so can we talk about it?" He deadpanned, making Lyra hold back her tongue at making a snarky reply.

"I thought I told you that you were forgiven." Billy rolled his eyes, the frustration evident in his furrowed brow. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, the strands sticking up in all directions. "Come on, Lyra, I wasn't that shitfaced to realize you were still upset at me." He abandoned his coffee, the steam rising from the cup in delicate tendrils, stepping toe to toe with his sister who looked unimpressed. "What do I gotta do to get you to stop it with the silent treatment?" Billy's voice was tinged with desperation, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness. Lyra crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she tapped her finger on her chin. It was a childish gesture, but she was determined to make him grovel. "How about not be an asshole?" Lyra shot back, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Billy turned to the last tactic he knew Lyra couldn't resist. Physical touch. A small grin broke on his face as he pulled her into an embrace. His arms wrapped around her tightly, almost lifting her off the ground. "Forgive me yet?" He questioned, squeezing her to his chest. He could feel her tense up, but he held on, hoping his warmth would break through her icy demeanor. "Are you done being a reckless asshole?" She retorted, her voice muffled against his chest. Billy chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I love you too, sunshine." God damn him. He always knew how to get under her skin and melt her defenses at the same time. Lyra's resolve wavered, and she let out a reluctant sigh. "Okay," Lyra huffed, fighting to get out of his muscled embrace. She pushed against his chest, but his grip was firm. "Get off of me, you reek of alcohol," She chastised, her nose wrinkling in distaste.

Billy finally released her, his grin never fading, and Lyra couldn't help but roll her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself. "Go get dressed," She instructed, her tone softening just a bit. "I know you have basketball practice today, so you can take a shower at school." She waved her hand dismissively, trying to maintain her stern facade, but the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement. "Yes ma'am," He replied with a playful salute, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He turned on his heel and headed towards his room, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the hallway. Lyra watched him go, shaking her head with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. Despite everything, he was still her brother, and she couldn't stay mad at him for too long.

Lyra anxiously waited for the end of the day, looking forward to her girls' day with Max. Throughout class, she found herself fumbling with anything to make the day go by faster. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of her desk, and she doodled absentmindedly in the margins of her notebook. The clock seemed to move at a snail's pace, each tick echoing in her mind like a taunt. She glanced around the classroom, her eyes flitting from the teacher's monotonous lecture to the window. The anticipation bubbled inside her, making it hard to focus on the lesson. As the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day, Lyra practically leaped out of her seat.

She gathered her things in a hurry, her heart racing with excitement. As she opened her locker to retrieve her helmet, she noticed a familiar figure a few lockers from hers. The bustling hallway was filled with students getting ready to go home, their voices blending into a cacophony of chatter and laughter, but she immediately recognized Eddie Munson’s curly hair and leather jacket amongst the crowds. The one person she was hoping to run into. With a few short strides, she made her way towards him, leaning against his locker. Eddie, to preoccupied with finding his Hellfire notebook, was oblivious to the blonde girl who was only a few feet away from him. She could see the intensity in his eyes as he rummaged through his things, muttering under his breath about missing dice and character sheets.

“Hey stranger.” She greeted, stifling a laugh as she watched Eddie jump, clutching onto the door of his locker as if it were his lifeline. His eyes widened in shock, and for a split second, he looked like he might actually faint. "Jesus H. Christ!" He exasperated, his voice echoing slightly in the now quieter hallway. “You always sneak up on people like that?” He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, his hand still gripping the locker door. Lyra grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Only the ones I like," She replied, leaning casually against the lockers. Eddie's expression softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he shook his head in disbelief. The bustling sounds of students hurrying to their next class filled the air, but for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them.

Eddie finally let go of the locker door, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "You know, one of these days, you're going to give me a heart attack," He scolded, yet it was anything but malicious. "I see the dramatics are still in order," Lyra just grinned, knowing full well that their playful banter was quickly becoming one of the highlights of her day. His eyes zoned in to the helmet in her hand, his curiosity piqued. "I'm guessing you want your bike back?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't mind, I promised my sister I'd take her out after school." Eddie's expression softened, and he reached out to gently take the helmet from her, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. "Alright, come on," He coaxed, motioning for her to follow him. They walked side by side through the now empty school hallways, their footsteps echoing off the linoleum floors.

Outside, the sun was beginning to dip, casting a warm golden glow over the parking lot. Eddie led her to his old, beat-up van parked in the far corner. He fished out his keys and unlocked the back doors with a practiced flick of his wrist. The doors creaked open, revealing a cluttered but organized space now void of all band equipment, Lyra's motorcycle securely attached and in tact. "She's all safe and sound, made sure to actually drive the speed limit last night," Eddie assured with a wink. "Hold this," Eddie continued, handing Lyra the helmet back as he climbed into the van. He moved a few things around, making space to pull out her bike. The van's interior was a chaotic mix of tools, spare parts, and random knick-knacks, yet everything had its place. The scent of motor oil and metal filled the air, a testament to Eddie's love for tinkering.

"You really shouldn't leave this with me. Who knows, maybe one day, I'm going to end up riding off into the sunset with it," He joked, flashing her a grin over his shoulder. His hands worked deftly, unhooking the straps that secured the bike. Lyra laughed, shaking her head. "Like I'd let you get that far," She retorted, watching as he carefully maneuvered the bike out of the van. She couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he handled it, his movements smooth and confident. The bike gleamed in the fading sunlight, a testament to Eddie's careful handling. Once the bike was out, Eddie handed it over to her, making sure it was steady before letting go. "There you go, all set," He said, dusting off his hands. “Thank you,” She breathed out hoping that Eddie could tell how grateful she was.

"I'm no stranger to family drama, glad I could help." He shrugged, melting under her stare, yet still portrayed his tough guy demeanor. He expected Lyra to immediately take off, yet to his surprise she leaned against the side of his van, her cerulean blue eyes locking with his chocolate doe ones. "So what's Hellfire?" Eddie looked at her as if she had grown two heads, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "It's only the most epic Dungeons & Dragons group in town," He explained, his voice tinged with excitement. The passion in his eyes was unmistakable as he continued, "We've got a campaign going that's been running for months now. It's intense, full of twists and turns. You should come by sometime and check it out." Lyra raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected revelation.

Her curiosity was piqued as she tried to imagine Eddie, the tough guy with a rebellious streak, immersed in a world of fantasy and adventure. The idea seemed almost surreal. "Dungeons & Dragons, huh?" Eddie smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Trust me, it's a blast," He assured, his voice filled with conviction. "We get together every Friday night, roll some dice, and dive into a world of fantasy and adventure. It's not the satanic cult this shit hole makes it out to be, but don't tell anyone. I've got a reputation to uphold." Lyra couldn't help but chuckle at his words. The image of Eddie, the so-called bad boy, passionately defending a game that involved imaginary worlds and mythical creatures, was both amusing and endearing.

“Sounds like you take it pretty seriously.” She remarked, her smile widening. "Oh, sweetheart you have no idea." Eddie chuckled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea," he replied, his tone both playful and earnest. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's not just a game. It's an escape, a chance to be heroes, to face down dragons and save kingdoms." Taking her silence as judgement instead of admiration for his honesty, Eddie quickly backpedaled, his defense mechanisms on full alert. "Shit, I totally geeked out there, huh?" He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. Lyra was quick to shake her head.

"Not at all, if anything it's fascinating to see you so passionate about Hellfire. With all that enthusiasm, I bet you make an excellent Dungeon Master." Sanatic cult leader, Freak, the list went on. Nobody had ever described Hellfire as fascinating. "Wait," He paused taking a second for her previous words to sink in. "How do you know what a Dungeon Master is?" Lyra shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not as naive about D&D as you might think, Rockstar.” He quickly regained his composure, before Lyra could notice how much the damn nickname had affected him. “I’m certainly impressed and flattery works on me.” He grinned saccharinely playfully nudging her with his shoulder. Just as Lyra was about to retort she watched as the sky, which had been painted with hues of orange and pink, now looked like a storm was brewing, with ominous clouds rolling in.

The air grew cooler, and a slight breeze rustled the leaves around them. “You okay?” Eddie questioned, sensing a sense of déjà vu as he caught the worried expression on Lyra’s face. Almost as if it was second nature, Lyra reached out and grasped Eddie's arm gently, her eyes widening upon noticing the time. "Max is never this late, I'm going to go check on her." She thought aloud, anxiety flooding her body. "I'll go with you." Eddie offered, his concern evident in his voice. Lyra shook her head. "No, Eddie it's fine." She assured him, her tone firm yet appreciative. "I'll see you tomorrow." She promised, quickly mounting her motorcycle and trekking the short distance up the hill to Hawkins Middle. The sky grew darker, the ominous clouds hanging low and heavy. As she arrived at the field a few feet away from the school, the eerie silence was almost deafening.

Lyra dismounted her motorcycle and cautiously approached the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest. That's when she noticed a young boy, standing out in the middle of the field. "Hello," She called out, yet he didn't respond standing in the same rigid position. "Any chance you've seen a redhead girl on a skateboard around?" To her surprise he didn't reply, standing in the exact position, not moving a muscle. "Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?" The boy was far from okay. Immediately stepping closer Lyra noticed that his whole body was spasming, his eyes rolled back into his head. She reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a hand on the boy’s shoulders. “Hey,” She coaxed gently so she wouldn’t spook him.

“Can you hear me?” She gasped, feeling his body shake more violently under her shoulders. "Will!" She heard someone call from behind her. Lyra glanced back at the boy in front of her, realizing this must be Will. His spasms were growing more intense as the seconds ticked by, his skin feeling unnaturally hot under her hand. Not even two seconds after, Lyra turned around to see a group of kids rushing towards her their faces etched with worry. She let out a breath of relief upon seeing Max alongside them. "I think he's having another episode." She overheard a raven haired boy exclaim, his voice tinged with panic. "I got him." Upon seeing the adult woman who looked like she could fall apart any minute, Lyra moved away from Will standing beside Max who immediately embraced her. Both sisters' eyes locked onto him, their hearts heavy with concern.

The group watched as Joyce Byers called out to her son, her voice wavering with a mix of hope and desperation. "Will," She coaxed, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him softly. But her touch felt distant, like a fading echo in the back of his mind. "Sweetie, wake up! It's Mom," She tried once more, her voice cracking with emotion. "Will, wake up! Can you hear me?" Joyce's voice cracked with desperation as she tried to reach her son her pleas growing more frantic with each passing second. Will's body continued to convulse, his limbs jerking uncontrollably each movement more violent than the last. "It's Mom. Please wake up! It's me!" Almost as if waking up from a trance, Lyra and the group watched as Will gasped, his eyes fluttering open. The sudden intake of breath seemed to pull him back from the edge of an unseen abyss.

Joyce did not hesitate for even a moment, wrapping her arms around her son in a fierce embrace, holding him so tightly as if he might disappear if she let go. "Thank goodness," Lyra muttered, letting out a breath she had been holding for what felt like an eternity. Her shoulders sagged with relief, the tension finally releasing from her body. The group around them began to relax, their worried expressions softening as they realized Will was safe, at least for now. The tension in the air dissipated slightly, replaced by a tentative sense of relief. Lyra scanned the faces around her, noticing the mix of curiosity and caution in their eyes. "Who are you?" A curly-haired boy asked, his gaze skeptical as he looked her up and down. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to discern her intentions.

“Dustin! That’s rude!” The dark-skinned boy standing next to him seethed through his teeth, his eyes darting between Lyra and the others. Before Lyra could find the words to introduce herself, Max stepped forward, her voice steady and confident. "This is my older sister, Lyra," She declared, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Did you say Lyra?" The entire groups attention turned to Joyce who was now eyeing the blonde girl a sense of familiarity in her eyes. Her eyes softened, as if recalling a distant memory. "Yes ma'am, that's me," Lyra confirmed, her voice respectful yet firm. Joyce's face lit up with recognition. "My son, Jonathan, say's you're very helpful. Always there whenever he seems to find himself in trouble." The warmth in her words was palpable, and it was clear that Lyra had made a lasting impression.

"Happy to help." Lyra assured her, her voice warm and sincere. She offered a gentle smile, hoping to dissolve any remaining tension. "I'm Joyce, it's certainly nice to put a name to a face," Joyce replied, her tone softening as she tugged Will into her side protectively. Her eyes were filled with gratitude and a hint of relief. "Thank you for trying to help my boy." Lyra shook her head. "You don't need to thank me, I'd do it again in a heartbeat." Joyce's eyes lingered on Lyra for a moment longer, as if she wanted to say more but couldn't find the words. She gave a small, appreciative nod instead. "Well, I should get Will home, it's getting late." Will looked up at his mother, then back at Lyra. "Take care, Will," Lyra called out with a kind smile. Joyce squeezed Will's shoulder, guiding him towards where she had parked.

"Ready to go?" Lyra asked Max, who, like the boys, had her eyes locked onto Joyce and Will. She noticed the slight tremor in Max's hands and the way her jaw clenched, subtle signs that she had been shaken up by the events. Hell, she was still trying to grasp what had just occurred herself. Max tore his gaze away from the departing figures and nodded. "Yeah, let's get out of here," She replied, her voice steady but quieter than usual. As they walked back to where her motorcycle was parked, Lyra’s gaze locked onto the boys she had just met. They were whispering among themselves, casting furtive glances in her direction. "Those boys giving you trouble?" Lyra asked, motioning over to the group.

They quickly huddled back together, their voices dropping to hushed tones as soon as they were out of hearing range. Max's face tightened, and she averted her eyes, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her helmet. "No," She replied quickly, but her voice lacked conviction. Lyra could tell something was off. Max's usual confident demeanor was replaced by a shadow of uncertainty. She wanted to tell Lyra what was actually happening, yet something seemed to be holding her back. Maybe it was fear, or perhaps she didn't fully understand the situation herself. The tension in the air was palpable, and Lyra's protective instincts kicked in. "Alright," Lyra muttered softly, giving Max a reassuring smile. "Let's get out of here." She revved the engine, the powerful vibrations coursing through her body. As they sped away, the wind whipped through their hair, carrying away the unease of the moment.

[ganjas-shit]

In love with a man I can’t have UGGGAAAAAAAHHH

It’s okay, I’ll see you in my dreams love.