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Contrary to popular belief, Eddie Munson actually hates Halloween. There’s only so many times a kid can take being invited to participate in a group costume, only to find out it was a joke, before the whole concept gets ruined. Not to mention the amount of times he’s had to help Wayne scrape eggs off the trailer, or rip toilet paper out of trees. And yeah, Mischief Night is the night before Halloween, but that’s why most of his Halloween memories include Wayne swearing up and down when he woke up in the morning to broken windows and orange spray paint covering the side of his truck.

Even before he lived with Wayne, Halloween just wasn’t a good time for young Eddie. His mother refused to let him eat candy because she was convinced it was poison, and his dad was almost always too drunk to take him out trick or treating anyway. Most nights Eddie just sat in the living room watching whatever Halloween movie was playing on TV.

Lately he’s been going to Halloween parties because he makes a killing selling at them, but he still hates them. He refuses to dress up, what’s the point? He already dresses like a freak every day anyhow.

The only reason this Halloween is any different is because, after everything that’s gone down, he owes it to Steve and the kids to play along and have fun. So, there he was, sitting in the Harrington’s living room, dressed to the nines in a handmade Batman costume. Robin had tried to convince Steve to go as Batman so she could be her namesake sidekick, but he’d declined, so Eddie offered instead. He was even doing the voice, though it was getting sloppier as he got drunker. The kids weren’t old enough to drink still (haha) but he and the other adults had glasses of spiked cider to sip on. Eddie hated to admit it, but he’d already refilled his little plastic pumpkin goblet three times. Turns out that Halloween beverages can be delicious.

The night goes on and Eddie finds he’s loosened enough to join in on a game of charades. Afterwords, he joins Steve outback for a smoke, and when they go back inside he starts thinking maybe that was a bad idea given the amount of rum he’d consumed already. Because, he’s clearly hallucinating.

“Eddie, look, we got you a Halloween present!” Dustin declares proudly.

“Haha guys, very funny, but I’m not falling for your trick.”

“It’s not a trick,” Mike groans, crossing his arms over his chest, “These idiots thought this was a great idea.”

He blinks at the group before him. Most of them he knows because they’re his gremlins, but the middle figure he can’t distinguish. For one, they’re wearing a bloody white wedding dress. And for two, they have a burlap bag over their head.

“What the hell?!” Steve shouts, having just finished locking the back slider and joining them.

“Just last week Eddie said the only way we’d get him to a Halloween party was if we got Chrissy Cunningham herself to attend. So we did! Because Eddie held up his end of the bargain.”

“You have to to be kidding me,” Steve stomps forward and carefully removes the bag from the newcomers head.

Chrissy Cunningham blinks back at them, dressed as the bride of Frankenstein.

“Dustin! I was joking!” Eddie screeches, “You can’t just kidnap people!”

Dustin looks genuinely disappointed. “You could be a little more appreciative, this took us forever to perfectly execute.”

“Yeah, and I had to steal Billy’s car to get her here!” Max scowls, “You’re welcome.”

“You did what?” Billy shouts, appearing from the kitchen.

“I think the kidnapping is the bigger issue here,” Steve says, putting a hand on Billy’s chest to stop him from pummeling someone.

“Can someone untie my arms?” Chrissy pipes up.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie groans, stepping forward and digging his pocket knife out of his utility belt.

Carefully he cuts the twine they tied her wrists together with and helps her over to the couch. Steve steers the kids into the dining room for a lecture, Robin appears with a bottle of water which she hands to Chrissy, and Billy heads for the backyard to cool down.

“I’m so sorry,” Eddie begins, “They’re idiots, I’m so so sorry.”

“They didn’t hurt me or anything,” Chrissy assures, “Just kind of caught me off guard.”

“I’ll drive you back to your own party,” he offers, “You sure you’re ok? You want some food or something?”

“I’m fine really,” she says with a sweet smile, “You really asked for me by name?”

“I um, uh-” He scratches the back of his neck. “It was a joke, I just really didn’t want to come tonight. It was a metaphor, like, “when pigs fly” or some shit.”

“That’s not a metaphor dingus,” Robin quips.

“Did I ask you?!” he snaps back.

“But why me?” Chrissy asks.

“Because he’s obsessed with you,” Nancy says, joining them and handing Chrissy a pumpkin donut on a little paper plate shaped like a ghost.

“That makes it sound fucking creepy, Wheeler.”

“It is fucking creepy,” Robin says.

“You two can go now!”

Chrissy giggles. “You barely know me, why would you want me here?”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he admits sheepishly, “I figured the likelyhood of me ever getting to talk to you was about as good as the kids convincing me to come to this godforsaken party.”

“Well it looks like the odds were pretty good for both things, no?”

He blinks at her. “How are you not more freaked out?”

Chrissy shrugs. “Like I said, they didn’t hurt me, and Jason’s party was lame anyway, I kinda like the vibe here better.”

Eddie rubs at his eyes with his fists.

“Well you’re welcome to stay,” Nancy pats her shoulder, “We could always use more players for team estrogen.”

Chrissy smiles and nods appreciatively.

Nancy and Robin finally leave him alone then.

“So, Princess, you want a ride back to Loch Nora?”

“I meant it, I kinda want to stay here.” Chrissy blushes. “If that’s ok?”

“More than ok,” Eddie blurts.

“Good, thanks,” she says, “Can I have some of that cider? It looks delicious.”

“It’s very strong,” he warns, offering her arm, “Come on, I’ll show you to the punch bowl milady.”

“Thank you,” she says standing and giving him a little curtsy.

“God you’re a vision,” he sighs.

“I’m surprise you can see anything with that mask on,” she giggles.

“When it comes to you, sweetheart? I only have eyes for you.”

“Get a room!” Robin shouts as they pass her in the hallway.

“Shut up, or I’ll run you over with the Bat Mobile!”

Robin sticks her tongue out.

Chrissy ends up staying, to everyone’s shock. They play another round of charades, then El convinces them to do Halloween karaoke. Chrissy is great at both activities. (Which is not shocking to Eddie in the slightest, he knew she was a wealth of talent.”

When the party comes to a crawling end, Steve ushers the kids out to the driveway where they’re picked up by their parents. He and Billy slink off to Steve’s bedroom upstairs, Nancy and Robin disappear into a guest room, and Eddie and Chrissy are left on the couch.

“I have a confession,” Chrissy says.

Eddie taps their knees together. “You were lip syncing during karaoke? I knew it!”

She giggles. “No, Eddie. That was all for real. The kidnapping though? That was fake.”

“Wh-what?!”

“The kids asked me a week ago if I would come, said it would mean a lot to you. But they wanted it to be Halloweeny.”

“So they staged a kidnapping?!”

“It was probably not the best plan,” she admits sheepishly.

“But, why? Why would you agree to come?”

“Because I’ve had a crush on you for years, and I figured it was now or never.”

“Are-are you serious? You’ve had a crush on me?”

“Uh, yeah? Since middle school, you remember the talent show?”

“How could I forget!”

She blushes deeper. “I’ve always been to shy to do anything about it. But when you’re friends asked me if I’d come, because you had a crush on me but were too shy to ask me out, I decided one of us had to be brave. And your friends seem like good kids, I knew they weren’t trying to trick me.”

“You’re something else, Cunningham.”

“I’m glad I came,” she says, beaming at him.

“Me too,” he says, and then again in his Batman voice, “me too.”

Halloween, from that night forward, goes down in Eddie’s book as the best holiday ever. Because it’s the night he finally kisses Chrissy Cunningham, and that alone negates every other horrible thing that’s ever happened on October 31st in the last eighteen years. He doesn’t miss a Halloween party ever again, and he’s not even that pissed when he has to help Wayne scrape eggs off the trailer again and again. (Ok, so, maybe he’s still pissed about that, but at least he knows he’s got a pretty girl waiting for him with a fresh batch of mulled cider for after he’s finished.)

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sadhours · 2 years ago

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Wicked Sensation

part nineteen // billy hargrove x f!reader

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a/n: this is the end of the road :( next chapter is the last one. thank you all so much for reading!! I’ll be working to start up another series.

word count: 5.5k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, dirty sex like literally, p in v, neil but he’s not being the worst?!

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Billy has had what feels like the longest shift of his life. Twelve grueling hours of being under searingly hot engines. He’s learning a lot and earning even more but he sincerely fucking hates these long days. However, he’s offering to stay late more days than not. He’d saved up enough for a place but once you’d mentioned how you wanted a honeymoon, Billy took it upon himself to make that a reality. His bank account was looking nice meanwhile yours was draining almost as soon as you got paid. He wasn’t upset though, you were buying baby stuff and even though both he and Mary suggested you wait until after the baby shower to start buying stuff, he liked the excited look on your face as you showed him all the things you’d bought.

It’s late when he walks through the front door. You’re seated at the kitchen table, flipping through wedding magazines Mary brought home for you. The clock on the stove tells him it’s almost nine and the look on his face tells you the day he’s had. He’s covered in sweat and grease, his curls barely have any bounce to them as they stick to his neck and forehead and his eyes look exhausted. For some reason, the sight of him like this sets you aflame. You feel yourself getting very wet. And Billy can read you like an open book because he gives you a pointed look.

“I need to shower first,” he tells you seriously but his lips curl up as disappointment twists your features. “What? You want me to fuck you like this? All covered in fucking oil and god knows what else.”

You nod up at him, “You look so sexy.”

He shakes his head but steps closer to press his lips to yours. You deepen it instantly, sliding your tongue against his bottom lip until he opens his jaw slightly. Tongues clashing, you grab onto his dirty work shirt and moan softly. It lights something deep in Billy and he’s lifting you from the chair and setting you on the table. You don’t even care that your dad and Mary are awake. Maybe it’s the hormones but you want Billy so carnally in this moment you’re gonna let him fuck you on the kitchen table.

Your hands make quick work of his belt and zipping, pushing down his briefs and pants low enough for his cock to spring out. Billy groans into your mouth, his fingers pushing your nightgown up and pull your panties to the side. He presses his tip to your entrance and pushes in with ease, filling you to the brim in one swift thrust. You cry out but he silences it with his lips, hands digging into your hips while he drills into you. It’s so rushed and reckless, like if anyone walked in you two couldn’t physically stop. Your hands wrap around his neck, whimpering against his lips. With each thrust, he hits your g-spot so perfectly and repeatedly you’re already a goner.

He pulls his lips away to whisper in his ear, “Such a needy girl. You’ve been thinking about my cock filling you all day, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you confess breathlessly, “want it all the time.”

Billy has to admit, with all the working he’s been doing he’s a little pent up so he’s not lasting very long. He grabs onto your hair and pulls it, tilting your head back so he can devour your throat with his tongue and teeth. You grip onto him tighter, gasping out without a care in the world about how loud you’re being. Billy rolls his hips into you even harder, his grip on your hair getting tighter as he chases his high. It grabs you first, though and you moan out his name as your hips rock up to meet his eager thrusts. Your orgasm ripples through you, your thighs shaking before your legs go limp. Billy grabs a hold of them, fingers digging into the back of your thighs as he holds them up. He gives another few hard thrusts before shooting his load into you. He stills completely, lowering his forehead to rest on your shoulder as he breaths hard. You giggle softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and turning your face slightly to kiss his dirty hair.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters before pulling away and stuffing himself back into his pants. “You need a shower now.”

You bite your lip as he slides your under back into place and helps you off the table. He laces your fingers and drags you to the bathroom where you share a very boring shower.

“He proposed how?” Eddie asks, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at Billy from across the room.

The baby shower was bigger than you thought it would be. Your dad invited every single one of his employees and they all showed up. You invited Eddie and Billy invited Max. But there were so many people here you barely knew. Mary even invited the majority of her coworkers. It was nice. Your eyes turn to follow Eddie’s, seeing as Billy sips his beer while talking to his coworkers.

“Well, the ring fell out of his pants when we were getting ready for bed and I saw it so he just did it then,” you shrug, “I’m sure he was planning some big gesture but I like how he did it. It was sweet.”

Eddie frowns, “He’s so different now.”

You know he means it as a compliment but you know this Billy has been in there all along. You’re just glad you were able to help coax it out of him. Billy was different without having to be under the dictatorship that was Neil but he was more like himself. He was patient, kind and incredibly loving. The biggest surprise was just how funny Billy is. He would have you bent over laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. When he didn’t have to be so serious all the time, he had a great sense of humor.

“He’s himself now,” you correct Eddie.

He reaches over and squeezes your hand, “I’m happy for you. I mean it. You deserve this, all of it.”

“Thank you,” you beam, meeting his eyes. “Oh!” your eyes widen as you slide off your engagement ring and you hand it to Eddie. “Look how he engraved it.”

“Snoopy?!” Eddie let’s out a bellowing laugh before handing the ring back to you. “And you were embarrassed of those pajamas.”

“It’s still embarrassing,” you gush, “We may be getting married but I still want Billy to think I’m cool.”

“He obviously does, otherwise he wouldn’t be looking at you like that,” Eddie grins.

Your eyes raise back up to see Billy looking at you with stars in his eyes as he bites his lower lip. Your cheeks redden as you smile back and you see him walking over.

“Having fun, Eddie?” he asks, hands in his pockets.

Eddie nods enthusiastically, “Oh yeah, this is quite the rager. In fact, I frequent baby showers. They’re the best kinds of parties.”

“Well then,” Billy smirks up at you, “We’ll have to make a couple more so you can come to the parties.”

The idea that Billy wants more than one baby makes your stomach flip. You can just imagine him rocking cargo shorts and dad shoes.

“Give me two years after this one at least,” you say defensively.

“You excited to be maid of honor?” Billy directs his attention back to Eddie as he sits at the table with you two.

“Dude of honor, thank you very much,” Eddie bites back cheerfully.

“You wearing a dress?” Billy teases, pulling the beer he was holding up to his lips as he smirks over the rim of it.

“Don’t think I won’t,” Eddie mimics Billy’s smirk.

Mary interrupts by rushing over to tell you it’s time to open the gifts. She ushers you and Billy over to the couch where the presents are slowly presented to you. Mary takes photos of every gift, insisting Billy smiles as he hold them up. You turn to watch his face scrunch up in exaggerated delight as he holds up a box of diapers.

“You’re not gonna be making that face when you have to change ‘em,” you hear one of his coworkers call out.

Billy rolls his eyes as he sets the diapers back down but then his smile is back as Max walks over with a gift bag. He pulls the card out and opens it.

Billy,

This gift was hard to give because it’s the one thing I kept from your infancy. It was a reminder of the love your mother and I once shared and what a wonderful baby you were. You’re growing up and I wanted you to know I’m proud of you. I know you’ll be a great dad.

Love,

your dad.

Billy’s eyes immediately well up with tears and he wonders if his dad cried while writing that. Neil had never been so candid, he’d never once told Billy he was proud of him. He wouldn’t even bring up Billy’s mom. This… this was something else. He wipes his tears quickly, sniffling harshly as he hands you the card. He pulls out a second card and wonders if his dads playing a sick joke and this one will say Just kidding. Fuck you. but it doesn’t. This one is to you and him and it’s from Max and Susan. He reaches into the bag as pulls out some baby clothes. After you read the card, you’re leaning into Billy and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you rub circles against his back. You’re crying, a lot more freely than he is. At the bottom of the bag, Billy feels the hard plastic and hears the sound before he sees the gift and immediately he knows what it is. He pulls it out, mouth agape slightly as he peers down at the ocean themed rattle. He recognizes it, he’d been pretty damn attached to it when he was a kid. He can’t believe his dad had kept it and had it tucked away all these years. He’s too floored by the rush of emotion to care about all the eyes in the room on him. He won’t let himself break down and sob, but he stays silent as he holds the toy in his hand. He didn’t know Neil had it in him to be so kind.

You press a kiss to his cheek, “That’s so sweet, Billy.”

“I know,” he says after clearing his throat and resting the rattle back into the bag before slapping his thighs, “Alright, what’s next?”

You let it go, knowing you’ll talk to him more in depth tonight. Max reaches forward and squeezes his shoulder before retreating. She knows Billy well enough to not dwell on this moment in front of everyone.

When you walk into the bedroom, you see Billy sitting against the headrest of your bed. He’s holding the rattle in his hands, turning it over while he looks at it. You sit next to him, placing a hand on his thigh as you wait for him to speak first.

“You think he regrets being a giant asshole my whole life?” Billy breathes out, not tearing his eyes away from the rattle.

“Probably,” you guess, “I’m sure he misses you being around. He’s probably had lots of time to think about how he treated you.”

Billy drops his hands, looking up at you with misty eyes, “I want to hate him so bad.”

“And you have every right to. But it’s complicated. Did you hold resentment for your mom after she left?”

He nods.

“Yet, you still love her dearly and you’ve justified why she left. It could be that while your dad was shitty to you, you still appreciate that he was there,” you offer, hoping it could help him. You didn’t exactly know how Billy was feeling but you know how you felt about your own situation with your parents.

Billy sighs, a tear breaking from his eyes and cascades down his cheek. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it, “I don’t want to be like him. I want to be a good dad.”

“You will be,” you promise, moving into his lap and raking your hands through his hair. “You don’t have to be like him.”

Billy rests his head against your chest, pulling you into a hug. You circle your arms around his neck and squeeze him tightly while you kiss the top of his head. “It’s not the best apology but maybe it’s way of doing it.”

“Yeah…” Billy sighs, “I just don’t know what to do about it.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” you tell him.

“Are we ready for something like this?” you ask as you walk down the hall, peering into empty rooms.

“Your dad said he’d co-sign,” Billy shrugs as he steps into the hallway bathroom and flicks the light switch on and off.

A mortgage seems like a big step into adulthood that you’re not sure you’re ready to take. You’re always overthinking things, though. You’ve imagined all the possibilities. All the things that could happen. Like what if you and Billy break up. Or what if you guys can’t afford to pay it and it horribly damages your credits for the rest of your lives. Billy seems to notice you’re panicking internally because he wraps his arm around your waist and looks down at you.

“You’re pregnant with my baby and we’re getting married in a week. The next logical step is buying a house,” he says and then thinks for a second, “Er, trailer.”

“I don’t even have a car yet. I’m still a kid,” you argue back.

“Yeah, we’ll work on the car thing,” he chuckles, “We may be young but we’re doing very adult things. We’ll be fine. We’ve got each other.”

“It’s three bedrooms,” you point out.

Billy rolls his eyes, “We ain’t stopping at one baby. We’ll need the room.”

You giggle and with that, he’s convinced you.

“Fine!” you gush, “Let’s do it.”

Billy grins as he leans you back and plants a big, sloppy kiss on your lips. The prospect of being so domestic with him has you buzzing. You grab hold of his jaw while you kiss back. He pulls back to nudge his nose with yours, “I’ll put in an offer. We can move in after the honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?” you look up at him in disbelief. You’d thought it’d been out of the budget.

“Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that?” he leads you into the kitchen and leans against the empty cabinets.

“You did,” you reply, “How can we afford to buy a house and a honeymoon?”

Billy lifts you up and rests your ass on the counter, twirling a bit of your hair between his fingers while he looks up at you. Your heart swells with how much you love this man. He’s given you everything you could ever want and more.

“Why do you think I’ve been working twelve hour days? I wanna give you everything I can,” he murmurs, blue eyes scanning your face and focusing in on your lips.

“I wanna give you everything too,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist and grabbing a hold of his t-shirt.

“Yeah?” he smirks, resting his hand on your thigh, “You can give me something right now.”

“In here?” your eyes widen.

“Why not? It’ll be ours,” he counters, hooking his fingers into your waistband.

He has a good point so you nod, leaning back so he can pull your leggings down to your ankles. He presses a bruising kiss to your lips as he starts to unzip his jeans. Once he’s got his cock in his hand, he drags his tip through your folds. Billy exhales at the sensation, your slick coating his throbbing head. It’s all so intoxicating and right. He taps it against clit a few times, eyes on yours intently as you whimper. You worry the realtor will show up randomly even though she canceled and gave Billy the key.

He reads your mind, seeing the uncertainty on your face and tells you, “Stop thinking. We’re alone.”

“Okay,” you breath out but it quickly turns into a moan as Billy slips inside your dripping hole.

He fills you completely, exhaling against your face as he does so and you can smell the minty gum he was chewing. You grab a hold of his shoulder, sinking back until your head rests against the cupboard. You’ll never get used to how big he is or the way your aching pussy grips him. You get excited, thinking about all the furniture you guys can fuck on in your new place and how you’re starting that now before it’s officially yours.

Billy’s lips are against your ear suddenly and you feel his breath on it as he whines, “Fuck, you’re so tight. I fucking love your pussy. All mine.”

You cry out when he bites your earlobe and starts thrusting into your eager core. The slow drag of his member against your walls is electric, sending shivers up your spine. He grabs hold of your thighs and scoots you a bit closer, angling your hips up so he reaches the spongy spot deep inside you.

“Billy,” you moan out, “Ugh, right there!”

He laughs lowly, almost sinisterly and it’s the sexiest sound to grace your ears. You love to fluff his ego, you want him to be so sure that he fucks you like no one else could and that you completely belong to him. It’s hot how arrogant he can be about it.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking good,” you groan out, eyes rolling back as his rhythm reaches the pace that’ll bring you over the edge.

“Yeah? You like that?” he grits out, “This pussy was made just for me.”

“Uh-huh,” you nod frantically, “all yours, Billy.”

“All mine,” he repeats, moving his hand so he can lick his thumb and press it against your clit, moving it in quick circles.

“Ugh, yes… I’m so close,” you warn him, hands tangling into the curls at the back of his head.

Billy groans lowly against your ear before encouraging you, “That’s it. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

You whine, closing your eyes as he lures you to the edge. He licks against your neck and you lose it, writhing on the counter as you reach your climax. He keeps whispering praises into your ear as you ride it out, prolonging the waves even further than normal. You don’t even notice he’s meeting you there until you feel him emptying inside you.

“Billy,” you pant softly, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. He wipes them away and kisses your lips gently before pulling away and dressing the two of you.

“Well, we’ve christened the house,” he jokes.

You smack him arm, “We have to buy it now.”

He chuckles as he helps you down of the counter, “Or we can keep looking and see how many empty houses I can fuck you in.”

“Very romantic,” you roll your eyes, lacing your fingers together so you can lead him out to the car.

Your wedding dress is just a tad snug but you can still walk in it so you think that’s a win. Max, Mary, your dad and Eddie sit on the bench while you stand on the pedestal. You’d wanted Billy to come with but Mary insisted it was horrible luck for him to see you in the dress before the wedding. You felt like you and Billy were too in love for any of those superstitions to affect you. However, at the same time you didn’t want to risk it.

“It’s a little tight,” you mention to the associate, “in the belly, obviously.”

Eddie snorts but when you turn to him to glare at him, he smiles wide, “You look great in it.”

“Could we just take it out a tiny bit here?” you ask the associate as you rub your stomach.

“Of course, we can,” she smiles at you, “We’ll be cutting time a little short, it won’t be ready until the morning of, though.

“That’s fine,” you say as you turn and look behind your shoulder to see the back of it. “You can pick it up, right, Eddie?”

“I’ll pick my dress up then too,” he teases, earning laughs from the room.

You roll your eyes as you turn back around. When the associate brings out the veil and places it on your head, Mary lets out a sob and you turn to see your dad also has tears in his eyes.

“Happy crying, I hope,” the associate mutters to you, “you look stunning.”

You hope Billy will agree. You beam at her before you turn back to the mirror, the reflection you see is almost a stranger. You’d never imagined you’d be getting married ever, let alone right before your nineteenth birthday.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married,” you say to yourself, eyes scanning over all the delicate, lace details on the dress.

“To Billy fucking Hargrove,” you hear from Eddie, it’s soft and copies your disbelief. It was quick, very quick. Hell, you’d known him barely over a year and now you’re making the commitment to spend the rest of your life with him. It feels a little scary until you imagine him standing next to you, in a suit and bowtie. Then it feels more exciting than anything.

Billy peers down at the invitation in his hand as he stands at the doorstep. He could turn around. He could run back into your dads house and continue his life without Neil in it. But the card he’d given Billy made him not want to. He’d always been there, always stayed by his dads side and picked up the broken pieces of their life. He knew his dad was an asshole, knew he treated him so unfairly for his entire childhood but he never abandoned Billy. So Billy couldn’t abandon him.

He knocks on the door, hoping that maybe Susan or Max would answer and he could just hand over the wedding invitation and leave. But he’s met with a familiar mustache and brooding blue eyes, wonders if his own look like that.

“Son,” Neil says, his tone stern with a hint of relief.

Billy keeps their eye contact, like he’s been taught to, like real men do. Though he struggles, always has. Wants to anywhere but his dad.

“I uh, wanted to give you this,” he says and extends the invitation out.

“Come in,” Neil says, the tone has changed but Billy’s still wary. He thinks of making an excuse, saying he’s got to work or you have an appointment but he doesn’t. He follows his dad inside, to the fridge where he grabs two beers and casually passes one to his son. As they walk into the living room, Billy notices his weight set is gone and a chair takes its place, probably paid for the chair. Billy won’t mention that he personally paid for the bench press. He hasn’t had time for working out anyways, doesn’t have much anger pent up anymore. He fears for a moment that he’s getting pudgy but his dad distracts him from the self criticism.

“Sit down.”

Billy obeys, sits on the new chair and cracks the beer open. His shoulders ache and he notices how much he’s tensed up by stepping into this house so he rolls them to get some relief and tells himself he’s fine, safe. Extending the invitation to his father, he relaxes a bit. There’s a peace offering in it.

Neil takes the envelope and opens it, pulling out the card stock with your name and Billy’s at the top.

“So, you’re gonna do the right thing and marry the girl,” Neil nods, “Good.”

“Yeah,” is all he says, wants to tell his dad how much he loves you and that’s why he’s marrying you, not just because he knocked you up. “It’s this Saturday. I probably should’ve brought this over sooner but you know, we’ve been busy. I just signed the papers for our house.”

“You bought a house?” Neil sounds surprised but proud.

Billy nods, “Well, it’s a trailer but yeah. Three bedrooms, two baths, it’s nice.”

“Expecting more kids already?”

“We want to,” he clears his throat, “Not right away but yeah.”

Neil sighs, looking down at the invitation, “Well congratulations. I’m glad you’re starting a family.”

“Thanks.”

Billy’s itching to leave and hates that he can’t just get along with his dad like most sons. Furious at his dad for making it feel like he can’t say what he’s feeling. Part of him wants to tell him thank you for sticking around but he knows Neil will tell him he had no choice. And Billy knows that’s true.

“We’ll be there,” Neil says and sips his beer, tossing the invitation on the coffee table. The air in the room is thick. They both want to say how they feel but it’s been beaten in both of them not to. Billy makes a silent promise to himself he won’t do that to his kids because this is brutal to sit through.

“Cool,” Billy nods and they sit in silence as they finish their beers. Billy figures he can leave now.

Squeezing into the wedding dress was like shoving a balloon into a sock. How your belly had grown so much in just one week you weren’t sure. It was a horrible way to start the morning. You felt bloated and tired. They’d taken the dress out but it seemed like they hadn’t. You should’ve insisted another inch or two. Mary assures you that doesn’t look like it’s squeezing you. Eddie walks into the room, already in his suit and he looks like a million bucks, he’s holding a packet of mini donuts from a convenience store.

“Jesus,” you breath out when you see him, “I have never in my life seen you look so grown up.”

He shoves a donut into his mouth, cheeks filling as he smiles around the bite. Once upon a time you thought you’d end up marrying him and seeing him in a suit gives you a tiny glimpse into that parallel universe and it’s not so bad, but you’re glad it’s not the one you’re in.

“Did you invite Harrington?” he asks once he’s swallowed, “I saw his placement on the table.”

“Billy insisted,” you admit, “think it’s part of that weird feud they have going on.”

He snorts, “Did you make him invite Stephanie?”

“We never got her RSVP,” you giggle and Mary rolls her eyes.

“Doing all these grown up things yet you’re acting like you’re still in high school,” she sighs.

“It’s healthy,” Eddie shrugs.

“Very healthy!” you agree.

“So how did the bachelor party go?” Eddie asks as he sits.

You laugh, hard. Billy had come home drunk but complaining that Tommy and Drew didn’t get along and that neither of them knew how to throw a proper bachelor party.

“No strippers then?” Eddie teases and shoves another donut in his mouth.

“I think they just got drunk at Drew’s apartment.”

“Real rager.”

“Totally.”

Your dad walks into the room, getting a look at you all done up for the first time. He grins wide, “My little girl. All grown up.”

“It’s about time, huh?” Eddie shoves your shoulder playfully.

Your eyes always hurt after spending time with Eddie, constantly rolling them.

“Speaking of,” Mary rips the donuts from Eddie’s hands, “You need to be heading down the aisle.”

“Yay, I get to walk with Tommy,” he mumbles sarcastically. “Think I might get lucky,” he winks at you.

“Carol’s watching,” you call after him as he exits the room.

Mary stands at the door as watches, then she’s turning back to you and your dad.

“It’s time!” she squeals.

You link arms with your dad after he fixes your veil. The butterflies in your stomach rave, more present than they’ve been all day. It’s happening. You’re about walk down the aisle to Billy. You feel like you might puke so you take a deep breath. The piano sounds cue you and your dads feet, walking through the doors until the beginning of the aisle. Immediately, your eyes meet with Billy’s ocean blue ones. The threat of vomiting immediately ceases. He’s never looked more handsome than he does in this moment. His suit hugs him perfectly, the blue tie matching his eyes. His curls. They’re so perfect, pretty blonde coils styled more intently than ever. He takes your breath away. It’s as if you’re the only two people in the church. You can’t even feel all the eyes on you as every head in the pews turn to you. The walk feels like it takes forever, you want to run to him.

When you finally get there, you see the tears in his eyes and he shyly says, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you repeat and it’s met with a roar of laughter. For a moment you feel like you’re in a tv show and you’re reminded there’s about 100 eyeballs on you.

Billy takes your hands in his, grounding you. It’s easy for the rest of the ceremony as you look into his eyes. He somehow expresses silently to you that this is just between you and him. You could’ve done this simple and just as sweet at the courthouse but Mary loved planning this big event.

You recite your vows, Mary had helped you write them because you had no idea what you were supposed to say. The first wedding you attended was your own. Billy recites his and they’re simple but beautiful. They make you cry. He reaches up the year streaming down your cheek and the audience collectively ‘aws’ and you feel like you’re right back in that tv show.

When you kiss, you feel a whole lot lighter. Billy’s lips are soft and pliable. He’s your husband now. You’re kissing your husband. He cups your cheeks with his hands, smiling into it before slipping his tongue past your lips. Again, you’re reminded of the audience by the whooping.

Billy can dance. You watch with wide eyes as he two-steps with none other than Steve Harrington. They have drunk smiles and flushed cheeks. You feel warm inside, dandelions sprouting in your belly. You and Steve made a mistake but he was a really good friend, you’d wanted to show Billy that. Open Billy up to people who would care for him.

“That’s a sight for sore eyes,” Mary says to you, nudging your shoulder. She can see the smile stretching your face. Everyone in the room can see it.

When Billy locks hands with Robin and sways away with her, you take the opportunity to swoop in on Steve. He looks surprised, but happy. He holds onto your hand and awkwardly moves side to side with you. It seems Billy was doing all the work.

“Thanks for coming,” you say to him, watching as his chestnut hair flops with each step.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he beams, “Seriously, congratulations.”

“It’s weird, though, right?”

“Oh, other dimension weird,” he agrees, “That’s life.” Steve shrugs on the last word.

“He’s nice,” you feel the need to say. “Better than nice.”

“He’s not half bad,” Steve says but his eyes look past your shoulder and you feel strong hands on your waist, pulling you back from Steve’s grip.

Blonde curls tickle your jaw as your husband rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes locked on Steve’s.

“Mind if I steal her? She’s my wife, after all,” Billy shoots him a toothy grin and the declaration sends tingles through you.

Steve raises his hands, “Hey, she’s all yours.”

Billy turns you, looking right into your eyes with a dreamy bite of his lip. You hook your arms around his neck and press your hips to his. He moves his hands up your back and shamelessly says, “Can’t fucking wait to get this dress off of you.”

“I’d be happy to leave right now,” you chide, hooking a blonde curl with your finger.

Billy purses his lips, “We could just find a broom closet or something.”

“Hmm, romantic,” you roll your eyes but you’d definitely do it. “Where are we going?”

“Oh you mean the honeymoon? It’s a secret, tonight we crash at our new place,” he tells you nonchalantly.

“On the floor?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing this week? Got us a much bigger bed,” he grins, nudging his nose into yours.

You tilt your head, “Think they’ll all notice if we leave right now?”

Billy lets out a deep, throaty laugh. He squeezes your hips, “This whole shindig is kinda for us. Yeah, they’d notice.”

“I don’t really care if they do,” you admit and that’s all it takes to convince Billy. It’s late anyways. He’s pulling you out the doors before anyone can make a peep.

#billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #wicked sensation

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jar-of-ectoplasm · 1 year ago

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tf2 mercs as horror characters and why i think so

sooooo i know this isn't what i've been telling you guys i was gonna post BUT i'm uninspired and i re-listened to welcome to horrorwood (ice nine kills) and it got me thinkin about this

i'm gonna start out with the mercs that i have the most solid reasoning and then it'll slowly turn into bullshit

it's pretty similar to an old jojo post i made a while ago

pyro:

OBVIOUSLY i'm gonna make pyro the miner/harry warden (from my bloody valentine) because they're both silent stalking freakos with gas masks

i also think it's pretty fitting considering valentine's day is all lovey-dovey and cutsie and pyro-vision is pretty much the same way

i could also see pyro being the thing (from the thing) because of the mystery draped around pyro's identity/what they actually look like and i just love that movie so damn much

spy:

PATRICK BATEMAN PATRICK BATEMAN ARE WE SERIOUS???? they're both sophisticated homicidal dickheads i personally think it's a perfect match

psychopathe francais coming to all theaters right now go buy a ticket

medic:

oh medic you silly guy you

i have two visions for medic, one of which is herbert west (from re-animator) because DUH mad science

BUT (even if it's a bit of a stretch) i think medic would go perfectly with pinhead (from hellraiser) because 1) medic did sell his soul to the devil so the whole demon thing works out, 2) medic is a sadistic freak and 3) i just think it would be sexy alright

demo:

demo wouldn't be a horror villain he would be ash williams (from the evil dead) because i just can't see demo being a serial killer (even though he technically is) he's just too silly for this world and he deserves a silly character to go with it

soldier:

in a similar manner to demo, solider can and will not be given a deep brooding character because he is simply too silly. soldier is one of the werewolves from what we do in the shadows (the movie not the show) because my heart tells me and by god my heart is correct

sniper:

i didn't have very many ideas for sniper but i think the best fit for him would be the collector/asa emory (from the collector series) because in my opinion, sniper's weird hunter-like relationship with the people he kills kinda reminds me of how the collector functions with all the traps and the games he plays with his victims [not like jigsaw though, it's different] (granted i haven't seen the movie in a little bit, cut me some slack)

heavy:

honestly i could see him as being any of the big, silent killers in film (jason voorhees, michael myers, you know the drill) but i think it would be funnier if he were frankenstein's monster and medic was dr. frankenstein

scout:

he is being difficult but it's not because i don't have an idea for him, i have too many ideas for him. i think it would be really silly if he was norman bates (from psycho) because he's a momma's boy, but i could also see him being anton tobias (from idle hands) because he's silly and dumb but i could ALSO see him being billy lenz (from black christmas) because he's a depraved little freak

engineer:

he is giving me the most trouble. i want to keep his southern-ness but i also don't wanna dumb down his character because i love engineer. honestly the only characters i could give him that do him even a little bit of justice is bo sinclair (from house of wax) or tinker sawyer from the god awful texas chainsaw 3 (which i love with all my heart)

#engineer was HARD.#but i did it #horror movies #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #pyro tf2 #spy tf2 #medic tf2 #demoman tf2 #soldier tf2 #sniper tf2 #heavy tf2 #scout tf2 #engineer tf2

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hargrove-mayfields · 1 year ago

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I just had an idea of Billy talking to all of Steve’s squishmallows while Steve was out with Robin and I wanted to share that with you (he particularly loves Steve’s octopus)

This inspired me so much I had to write a little piece for ya!! ❤️❤️

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Billy woke up alone.

It was totally planned, Steve and Robin were going to go on a shopping expedition for a vintage toy that Dustin really wanted for his birthday- he just forgot until about twenty minutes after the sun rose and disturbed his beauty sleep.

His brain works that way, always foggy and forgetting important things. Thankfully he didn’t panic, and thought rationally about why Steve wasn’t in bed. It could be any number of things, ranging from a stomach ache waking him up, to running errands for his mom. Whatever it was, something that hadn’t crossed Billy’s mind was that he would abandon him.

Maybe a few years ago that would have been his default, but he knows Steve, and he knows he loves him. They’re two parts of the same whole.

And, once Billy puzzles out why Steve is gone, he’s perfectly content to spend his morning cozied up in the middle of the bed, blankets and pillows and stuffies keeping him warm.

His favorite are the squishmallows, and of them, he especially likes Norbu, the orange octopus. He’ll never admit it to anybody but Steve, but he still likes to play with toys and things. It makes his heart feel good, and heals some part of his inner child.

This morning, Norbu was knocked to the floor. Billy notices right away, even before he’d figured out where his boyfriend was, and talked to the plushie like it was his baby.

“Oh no, poor buddy. I’m sorry.”

He’d picked them up and put them back in the pile, in the spot just against the headboard, “There. All better.”

Billy relaxes now that his best inanimate friend is rescued, stretching out and getting comfy among the squishes, most of which actually belong to his boyfriend, “Anybody got any plans today? I’m thinking of surprising Steve.”

Maybe it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it comforts him okay? He cuddles close to a hug-me husky dog, long past the point of feeling silly for basically talking to himself.

“I know I’m not a very good cook, but Steve has been working really hard to get better in the kitchen and I wanna try to do good for him. Maybe like, make one of his Bubbe’s recipes.”

Billy rolls onto his front, still talking away to the squishy pillows now in front of him, “I don’t know. That might end up being disrespectful. I could always bake him a cake?”

Maybe this morning isn’t so much for fun as it is to get all the thoughts out of his brain and into the world, where they can either weigh on his existence or not. It helps to not internalize everything and get overwhelmed by all the could-be’s.

“Steve loves my cakes, but they’re bad for his sugar. And for lunch. Gah, I just don’t know. What do you think, Malu?” He asks the soft gray dog squish, obviously not expecting any kind of response.

More than anything, he just wants there to be some evidence that he’s tried to do something good for Steve, even if he gets all anxious about his own brain and stays in bed all day.

But there doesn’t need to be a reason to just stay in bed with some comfy toys. A fact Billy is definitely still trying to come to terms with. Really though, why should he be ashamed of just living his best life at like, nine in the morning?

He verbalizes this too, for his own sake.

“I mean, I guess I don’t actually have to do anything. Steve will probably be worn out when he gets back. I could just cuddle him or something.”

This early, and with his eyes still all heavy and with bags under them, that sounds like the best thing for Billy. Yeah, he’ll take his own advice.

For now, he waits patiently, hugging their shared custody Bluey hug-me, “Sleep tight, everybody…”

#harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #autistic billy hargrove #fluffy time #my writing #hope you like this <3 #I know it’s real short but I just felt such a nice surge of happiness from that ask <3 #dedicated all to you bestie <3

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man-moth-hook-hand · 10 months ago

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What Mythical Creature are they?

Masterlist

Resourcess: Dwayne: Sisiutl David: Gremlin Marko: Byssus Galeto/Bisso Galetos Paul: Näcken

Dwayne: Sisitul (Native American)

Since Billy Wirth is Native, I thought researching Native American creatures was the best option. I chose the Sisiutl since it's not depicted as evil and instead a protector. I feel like this is similar to Dwayne's relationship with Laddie. Personally, I believe that Dwayne is the least "evil" of the boys, he's just more into going with the flow when finding a meal instead of toying with them. During the movie, he also neve outright attacks anyone except Sam, at the end of the movie. This can relate back to the Sisiutl being protectors since Dwayne was protecting his family.

The Kwakwaka'wakw tribe depicts the Sisiutl as a tri-headed serpent, with two snake heads on either side of a human one in the middle. Shaman believed its blood would transfer healing magic into a person. Warriors adorned the image for protection, believing that the blood would make them invincible in battle. Sometimes, the faces of the Sisiutl were carved into entrances or canoes to ward off evil spirits. Others believed that mica, the mineral found in soil and beaches, were the scales of the Sisiutl.

David: Gremlin (British/American)

David is a nasty little Gremlin throughout the film. These creatures are described as mischievous and hate the light, which is fitting for David. He is the only reason that the movie happened, without him creating these mischievous problems, Micheal would've never met Star or had to help kill Max. Also, the aversion to light is pretty aligned with Vampires. David is definitely the type to push everything three inches to the left so that someone bumps into everything.

Gremlins were seen in mainstream culture around the beginning of the early 20th century. Originally, they were blamed for the malfunctions in aircraft and later on in other machinery. There was a large prominence of "Gremlins" during WWII in posters regarding safety in the workplace. Captions such as "Gremlins LOVE to pitch things at your eyes," "Gremlins are floor greasers," and "Gremlins will push you around. Look where you're going," warned the workers about the consequences of not cleaning or doing their job properly.

Marko: Byssus Galetus (Italian)

I chose a creature from Italian folklore since I headcanon that Marko is Italian. A creator who I don't remember the name of originally headcanons him and Italian and I agree. The Byssus Galetus is a spiteful creature hailing from the Veronese Valleys in Verona, Italy. The creature has the head and body of a rooster (galetus) with wings full of thorns and a snake's tail (byssus). I chose this for Marko since they're born from spite and live that way. You cannot tell me that Marko would not go out of his way to be full of hatred and spite in his life and afterlife. Also, Marko is seen playing with pigeons in the movie, which in my mind, help connect him to the Byssus Galetus because it's half chicken.

While they're small creatures, the Byssus Galetus is an incredibly poisonous creature. They wander into houses at night and kill people with their toxic breath. The gaze of the creature can dry out and kill plants, along with contaminating water. It's said that the Byssus Galetus is laid by an elderly rooster and hatched by a snake or toad for nine years. If a Byssus Galetus sees it's own image it dies.

Paul: Näcken/Strömkarl (Swedish)

While Brooke McCarter isn't Swedish, I headcanon that Paul is. He's tall, blond, and it literally built like a Viking. The Näcken are male water spirit found by lakes, streams, or other bodies of water. They play enchanting music to lure their victims to the water and drown them. However, some believe that the water spirits are harmless and if approached properly, teach a musician to play perfectly. The Näcken come mostly from Germanic and Scandinavian folklore.

I chose the Näcken for Paul since most media depicts Paul with a rockbox or some other instance of music. If you didn't know, Brooke McCarter is a composer and has multiple songs and is listed as the composer for the documentary America the Violent. I headcanon that Paul is a really good singer and has learned to play instruments throughout the years, which leads to his love of music.

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pagerunner-j · 11 months ago

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All right, all right. This is a bad idea! I've been trying not to cross these streams for a long time! But: fuck it. Who fics ahead!

Long story short: I used to write under another pen name. I stopped using it and deleted my old journal after some personal crap, which still makes me feel sad and stupid, and I'd wanted at the time to scrub the slate clean. Some of what's still kicking around under my old username, though, includes stories at whofic.com, which predates AO3 and still exists, doing its Whovian thing.

So after recent fandom flashbacks, I've been rereading my old stuff. Which has been...interesting!

Obligatory disclaimer: oh, god, do I want to edit everything. These date back as far as 2005, and so certain old habits linger, like the fact that I hadn't yet gotten over my torrid love affairs with the semicolon and the ellipsis. I want to fix the occasional dips into overwrought nonsense. I'm also looking at some of the more adult content and thinking, "Okay, that went from 0-60 a wee bit fast. Calm the hell down, self."

BUT: there's also stuff here I like! And about which I'm thinking "crap, I used to be good at this," because I can never leave myself alone!

Anyway, here's a few stories from the "this does not shame me" pile, plus notes:

Gen

Translations (Ten/Rose) Original description: There are some things the TARDIS doesn't translate, and some secrets of the Doctor's left unexplained. Rose is setting out to find out why.

Probably the best thing of mine on this archive, and one of the most developed narratives. The sneaky, sneaky merchant, whose storyline never quite gets resolved (on purpose), was one of my better ideas. The other was Rose interpreting the TARDIS console's layout as looking like a Gallifreyan word. And, for that matter, Rose's name looking like an actual flower. Thank you, DW designers, for a completely impractical but extremely cool-looking written language. Also, the fact that the marketplace has thirteen floors, and they were on the tenth? Yeah, yeah, that was on the nose. I note that since then, the showrunners have thrown the Doctor's thirteen-regenerations limit out the window, for perfectly understandable reasons, but it was still kicking around at the time.

Roundabout (Nine/Rose) Original description: Time and possibilities keep turning. an exploration of the Doctor and Rose's relationship throughout the series. Spoilers for all [first season] episodes.

The other one that I'd file under "hey, you wrote a story! And it's not bad! Good job, self!" file. I really loved Nine and Rose, and I went to town with it here. I also got completely self-indulgent in a few places. As one does. The scene at the club is my favorite on that account. This quip of Jack's to the Doctor was, among other things, a sidelong nod to a few of my feelings about American polarization, and believe me, It's worse now: "It's Saturday night. We're in one of the last great cities of post-Dissolution America. And the most handsome man in the club has just bought you an Electric Comet. Do yourself a favor. Get drunk." Also, the reason Rose thinks she knows the music that's playing is that it's 110% a quote from a Billie Piper song. I don't think anybody ever noticed, but it's there.

Outgeniused (or: How to Get Fired From the Apple Store in Three Easy Steps) (Ten, OC) Original description: Kate Stowe's seen a lot of strange problems come up at the Genius Bar, but this one qualifies as the strangest she's seen yet. Presenting a bit of shameless insanity, featuring the Doctor, a race of aliens with quite inconvenient taste, and several unorthodox ways to break your iPod's warranty. (In other words: crackfic ahead!)

I really wasn't kidding about that last line. This one is unabashed ridiculousness, inspired by your author doing a seasonal stint in Apple retail that left a goddamn mark. Sadly, the Doctor never swung by my store. A lot of real-life tidbits did make their way into this story, though. And despite all odds, it's got a plot! Fun facts (for nerds): the product line was accurate as of the time I wrote this. The iPod shuffle disclaimer I was talking about? That was absolutely a thing. And my favorite line is still the Doctor apologizing for not getting AppleCare, because I had to pitch that to so many people. I have never once bought it for myself. No regrets. Don't tell Tim. Also, apparently the UK really has gone all-in on Black Friday since I wrote this. I have to ask: why? Why must you import the worst of our capitalistic excesses? You really didn't have to! Le sigh.

The Naughty Bits

A Matter of Timing (Ten/Rose) Original description: In matters of love, sex and the technicalities thereof, somebody better be thinking ahead. Rose/Ten, post-Journey's End.

Short, sweet, and silly. This one's about Rose and the clone of Ten off in their parallel universe, and exists for the sake of the conversation they're having, which is in part about the mechanics of that whole cloning thing. Although it's mostly about the sex. Which they are absolutely and enthusiastically having the whole damn time. ("Haven't ever seen that on a clock" is still my favorite line.)

Slightly Psychic Confessions (Nine/Rose/Jack) Original description: Getting caught with slightly psychic paper in one's hands can be a dangerous thing indeed.

Like it says on the tin. 90% of the reason this was written was so I could play with the props, and the dialogue (both spoken and psychically transcribed) is the part I most enjoy, although I've been told the rest of it's pretty okay too. ...yes, the rest of it is a threesome. Stop looking at me like that.

Selfish Dreams (Ten/Rose) Original description: Wherein solutions to lingering nightmares lead to a different sort of sleeplessness. Slightly spoilery through "The Satan Pit."

Sometimes I get creepy, even with characters I love and will ship forever. This one was mostly me thinking through some of the...potentially fraught...implications of Ten's psychic abilities, and is one of my "I guess I'm preoccupied with nightmares and dreams, because I'm gonna come back to that in a few different ways" stories in this archive. Anyway, none of what they're up to here is what I'd consider a good idea. At least Rose enjoyed herself, though.

Forgetting the Nightmare (Nine/Jack) Original description: In which neither the Doctor nor Jack can get any sleep, but for very different reasons.

As I was saying. This is about a plot point from the show I'd forgotten about since writing this: Jack's two years of missing memory. (So, yes, apparently mine's missing too. It's been A LONG TIME, okay?) He's having some issues coming to terms with that. So how do I decide to have them address it? Boinking on the TARDIS floor, apparently. ...ahem. Anyway, as is the case with a lot of the shit I wrote, it's a little emotionally messy. It also hints at a few things that are still very much up for interpretation. Less in need of puzzling out is that yes, the two lost years are represented by the two burned-out lights on the console they're trying to fix, because I am occasionally as subtle as a brick.

Beyond Locked Doors (Ten/Reinette) Original description: A glimpse into Reinette's memories and dreams throughout the events of "The Girl in the Fireplace."

Yeah, this is one of those that dips into being overwrought, and yes, my inner editor is bitching at me about sacrificing clarity in the process. But writing from Reinette's POV was a fun exercise. It's a very different flavor from everything else here. Also, just to get this stated, you still can't tell me that the "dance with me" line in the show and those two disappearing off screen together wasn't also Moffat being subtle as a brick with his metaphors, so I still feel justified in writing this one. The (implied) sex was canon and I will die on that hill.

So Brief, In Bloom (Ten/Reinette) Original description: Wherein the Doctor thinks of other ways this could have gone.

And now...things go south. I'm pretty sure I'm the only weirdo who cared about this story. It is, let's be fair, also weird. This is about Ten being haunted by the idea of what might have happened if he did get Reinette to come along with him, and what the ramifications of that change might be. Not overtly stated, but it's there, is that in this alternate timeline, Rose didn't take well to this idea, and eventually left. The result is some Seriously Conflicted Feelings. And some ill-advised attempts at banishing them. I once got a comment on my old journal from somebody who didn't understand the last line. it's oblique on purpose, and you're invited to imagine your own version, but what was going on in my head was that back in the actual timeline, Ten absolutely had his way with Rose against that very same wall to try to scrub the idea of the other timeline out of his head. Considering that the wayward strand of hair he found could have belonged to either her or Reinette, though? It...didn't exactly help.

A Laugh Like Thunder (The Master/Lucy) Original description: The Master and Lucy on the eve of destruction, thinking of what's to come. (Spoilers through "The Sound of Drums.")

I'm including this here solely because I'd forgotten about it until I trawled back through my archive, and was thus smacked upside the head with the facts that A: it existed at all, B: this thing went places, and C: I started it off with, "On the eve of destruction, the Prime Minister tied his wife to the bedposts and began to think of another man." Go off, self.

#doctor who #fics

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lavosse · 7 months ago

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@powderflower tagged me to share a Wednesday WIP, but I'm gonna share a little of two :) also I know it's sunday. i wanted to post something that micah hadn't read yet but unfortch i haven't written anything new so I'm just posting what i got.

incest under the cut. don't be weird about it.

cowboy au billyaustin

A while after Cook starts snoring, Billy unbuttons his lip, clears his throat, and comes out with a baffling, “you’re not so bad yourself, kid.”

“Thanks?” Austin asks. His voice comes out a little rusty.

“You’re no old Jim is all,” Billy clarifies, smiling a little sideways but still looking at the stars. “Awful pretty for a kid out here, doing this job.”

It’s like an earthquake, the way Austin’s whole self is rocked, and yet Billy seems perfectly normal. He goes back to poking the fire while Austin battles for control of himself.

“I didn’t — like it in Orlando,” he said. “My mother wanted me to marry this girl, and I already had a job teaching, so I was all set to settle down. I just — couldn’t do it. I don’t want to get married and teach people their letters for the rest of my life. I thought — there must be something else.”

He knows he sounds pitiful, childish, but when he looks up Billy’s eyes are locked on his, glittering in the firelight. “And there was,” Billy says. “You did the hard part, and now you’re busy bein’ pretty out here with me.”

Billy holds the eye contact for a long time, and Austin thinks shiveringly, something is supposed to happen now. But nothing does, or he doesn’t know what it is.

After a long moment he realizes the air is getting pretty chilly now that the fire and the sun are both long gone. “I’m turning in,” Austin says, voice low for reasons he doesn’t quite understand.

As Austin gets to his feet, Billy snags his hand. “What,” Austin tries to say, but Billy just wraps a hand around the back of his neck and presses a kiss to the top of Austin’s head.

“Goodnight.” He squeezes the back of Austin’s neck once, then settles back in by the cold fire.

girlbucks chapter 2

Nicki wakes up late in Maddy’s bed.

She knows it’s late because of the sun streaming in the window — probably nine or so. Not especially late for most people, but in their get-up-and-go family nine o’clock might as well be noon.

She’s more surprised that Maddy’s not there. The blankets are warm and rumpled on her side of the bed. She kicks her feet in the sheets, rolls over, just enjoying comfort and sensation.

Maddy’s pillow smells like her skin. The memory of last night has its hooks in her immediately, blooming over her in a rush of disbelief and arousal.

Maybe Maddy will let her do it again this morning.

She throws on a big t-shirt and follows the smell of breakfast.Through the french doors, she can see Maddy, one knee up, watching some kids out on the beach. She’s left Nicki some eggs and toast, so Nicki helps herself and heads out to join her.

Maddy’s got on a lacy little robe over matching shorts, which is not what she went to bed wearing. The idea that she got up and put on a different, showier pajama set is objectively hilarious, but because it’s turning Nicki’s brain into cotton stuffing, she’s having trouble appreciating it. The humor, that is. She’s appreciating the lingerie a lot.

Maddy looks up as soon as the door squeaks open, and Nicki is suddenly unaccountably nervous — but Maddy just gives her a glowing smile and waves her over.

“Did you sleep?” Nicki asks. Maddy looks well-rested, but there’s always a risk that her insomnia is why she’s up early.

Maddy turns her coffee mug around and around in her hands. “Yeah, pretty well, actually.” Her smile is sheepish. “I wanted to kiss you but you were asleep, so. I got up and made breakfast.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Nicki assures her, mouth full of toast, and Maddy laughs.

#not tagging anyone bc it's wednesday but micah or bri if u wanna share something pls do!#idk if you did this already #my writing

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augment-techs · 11 months ago

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So, in Digimon Adventure we have these things called "Crests", which are symbols that represents the most strongest qualities that each of the protagonists had. With that in mind, I was wondering, since there are nine crests, out of Jason, Billy, Zack, Trini, Kimberly, Bulk, Skull, Matt and Tommy, which crest do you think goes to each character?

We have the following Crests:

Courage (understanding the stakes and being able to assertively stand up against them for the sake of others) Friendship (being able to trust, connect with, and work alongside others) Love (caring for others and providing them proper emotional support and warmth) Knowledge (inquisitiveness, and a desire to know and understand more) Purity (being true to one’s feelings, simply keeping one’s feelings and intentions straightforward, not being underhanded, and, most importantly, not having malice, acting without any trace of evil or selfish motives) Honesty (doing right on principle – keeping one’s word or promise, not deceiving others, doing things in good faith, an understanding one’s duty to others) Hope (being able to endure hardships and not breaking when faced with impossible odds, holding tight to the bitter end) Light (treasure all life and the right for one to live) Kindness (being perfectly capable of not handling things kindly, but chooses to anyway and understanding when one must take feelings into account and treat things with that consideration)

.....Well, this is something I can play with, actually~

Light: TRINI. It's Trini. There is no contesting this in any universe except the Coinless--and even that Trini, while traumatized a little...not great at sticking to treasuring all life...cares about everyone at least getting a CHANCE at life. *Points directly at Scorpina and Kiya* Knowledge: Billy. But was there ever any doubt? The man collects facts and observes everything and defied Zordon just to SEE if he could get the Green Dragon Coin up and running again. He's a small badass with a brain and we love him. Courage: Jason gets this in any and every universe (including the Coinless, even if he is damaged horrifically because of it). His Primary Color is Red, but this works with Gold, too. It's largely just the rules, but also...he stood up and called his dad out on his bullshit in GGPR. This is his. Honesty: This could have gone either way between Matt and Zack, largely because they both exhibit this trait, but Matt won in the end because of his identity reveal in the Under the Dome Arch in Mighty Morphin. Also it seemed--and still seems--rather important to him in GGPR and most times after that (including this Darkest Hour bullshit). It suits him. Kindness: And moving right along, Zack gets this crest because...well, he IS the Kindest Ranger. In all dimensions, and timelines, he's never been cruel and considers things and people and situations from a very...soft place. And people love him for it--otherwise he wouldn't have seventy-billion acquaintances in Angel Grove. Friendship: Look, I'll level with you, Tommy is a pain in the ass to consider in any way, shape, or form from any dimension or timeline. BUT, BUT, BUT this is his crest. This is his one and only absolute from the second he came into contact with the Power and will probably continue on until he dies. Even Drakkon has a scintilla of this and he's a fucking psychopathic narcissist. *pats the young man with a ponytail on the head* Purity: ....Kimberly is Pink and meets, like, 98% of the above criteria for this crest. Do I really have to going into reasons why? Even Ranger Slayer--if we keep in mind the obedience spell--fits here. Love: *drags out a giant, five story neon arrow and points it directly at Bulk* People can whine and bitch about his og Season 1 bullshit all they want. I do not care. After they get that out of their system, I will simply point to his EVERYTHING involving Skull, the Rangers when he finds out about them, Spike, his personality in GGPR and the rest of the comics and then circle him in shiny gold gel pen ink when I get to the Coinless universe version of this darling man.

Hope: *starts counting off* Probably got dumped by Billy when it became obvious that they were just too different to be close friends anymore, but still tried to look out for him. Steered Kimberly away from making a really stupid mistake after her breakup with Matt. Helped save civilians in a monster attack and gained a (technically fake, but I digress) girlfriend that saw that humanity was worth saving which earned the Rangers an ally. Kept looking everywhere for Candice/Zelya even after weeks/over a month (??). Believes too much in Bulk and Earth to just abandon them when Zelya offered to take him to Eltar. Is trying to improve himself in the aftermath. And this is not including The Sentry Coinless Spy version of himself that survived until the last day before Drakkon became a god--which, by the way, ended with him dying STILL believing in the Rangers. It's Skull.

#boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #ggpr #I'm still not happy with Tommy's but then NOBODY is ever happy with this man #Trini #Billy Cranston #Zack Taylor #Jason Scott #Tommy Oliver #Kimberly Hart #Matt Cook #Farkas Bulk Bulkmeier #Eugene Skull Skullovitch #ask fill #prompt fill #I guess I should also reference Digimon?#Lord Drakkon #Candice Clark | Zelya of Eltar #world of the coinless

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dark-twist-fairytales · 2 years ago

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At this point, I'm just juggling AU's like a circus act. Anyways, Infinite Life AU time: These have been typed out over several days about the Infinite Life AU, since I never truly stopped thinking about it. It got long, so it’s under a read more. I’ll never organize these, but I still have the info written down, which is a lot of progress for me.

-Although it is possible for anyone affected by the curse to rejoin the Toppat's, as it doesn't take the curse away, it is a high risk of any of them being spotted of a previous leader. Namely, Wilford due to his body not digressing back that much. He still looks exactly like his portrait.

-There is a certain song that the currently leader could sing in a state of calling. No leader has figured it out yet. Reynaldo was the closest to finding this song out, by pure accident. Jaques continues to search for it.

-Terrence and Billy G. actually found each other and stuck around. Billy G. helps Terrence with everyday things (like buttoning his shirt correctly) and Terrence, since he stays generally happy during his age of 19, helps Billy G. find a bit of pure enjoyment in things by himself.

-Although Randy doesn’t remember anything about the clan, he feels compelled to be around the clan once he’s first around it. His mind doesn’t know, but his body does.

-The only person Dusty recognizes is Cloudface, but upon seeing how many leaders there are after him, he feels incredibly bad about taking the curse upon them (this includes Jaques in the portrait)

-Terrence is the first person to realize Jaques is in the portrait and actively communicates with him. Jaques is forever grateful.

-Reynaldo refuses to take his mask off for any reason, in front of people. Doesn’t matter if he’s bleeding behind it, he physically can’t take it off of himself in front of others. It’ll either be forced off (causing a panic attack) or he’ll need to be sedated for however long his face is uncovered

-T.R.N.K can’t fully talk, since he was a failed experiment, but he can at least say enough word good enough for someone to understand. He can’t feel agitated either. He can still feel angry, and when he does, run.

-Jaques can create magic outside of his portrait, but it’s either not seen, very faintly, or similar to a ghost. Five-Eyes can constantly see Jaques’ form outside of the portrait (he claims it’s a dragon, nine times out of ten, big or small)

-Sir Wilford IV, although he looks perfectly healthy and okay, can NOT handle hearing sexy romance. It physically repulses him. He figured this out through Reynaldo commenting on Jaques dragon form, saying “Damn, that’s one sexy motherfucker right there.” Wilford almost immediately gagged and felt sick.

--He felt bad about gagging, since it not only made everyone confused/disgusted with his gag, but also made Billy G. feel sick. That was not his intention or intentional, he profusely apologized for about an hour to Billy G. and Reynaldo

-There is a surprising amount of sympathy for the former leaders, whether they physically or emotionally disabled. Many of the Toppat members are willing to help them out with everyday things. There are a few that hold grudges (mainly to Terrence) and won’t help, but there is someone nearby that helps in their place.

-Once the former leaders all rejoin the Toppat clan, they are given a special badge on their previous top hats, this symbol being the form of wings of either black or white. Black for the lighter colored top hats (like Jaques’) and white for the lighter colors (like Dusty’s). They are given a new rank, called ‘The Guardians’, rather than just being called former or ex leaders.

-Once the former leaders join the clan, there is a few things that Dusty lists down as what should happen for the leadership, to try and stagger the curse to a stop and outlive the curse barer. These rules are given to the Toppat leaders and are never to be gone against.

-Dusty and Cloudface still go by these nicknames rather than their first names. Cloudface because he literally can’t say it (gave up voice), and Dusty because he likes the nostalgic feel of Dusty.

-The Toppat members get nothing but joy watching the older members learn about new technology

-Dusty is flexible as fuck, and will use it to his advantage.

-Randy still feels like he’s missing something, part of his memories being unlocked through looking at his own portrait. But, seeing those, he figured he was okay without the rest of them and never actively searches for them

--The other part of his memories are unlocked through reading his own biography as a leader, which even though suggested to him, he never does it out of partially forgetting and partially not caring who he was before, as he felt like he was a better person now than before.

-Jaques is the only person, ghostly dragon form or not, that Reynaldo feels safe taking his mask off for. Jaques has used this to his advantage to heal up any cuts on Reynaldo’s face that the medics couldn’t due to his panic.

-Jaques also uses his magic mostly within the medic center and within the space station the most. He has used it outside, but it drains him of energy if he gets too far outside.

-Terrence can be found napping in the weirdest places, but they’re almost always intentional for him to sleep there. The top of the fridge is a common place, so is underneath Reginald’s table.

-Reginald doesn’t mind the former leaders being around, as the helpful ones do take a load or two away from him.

--The helpful ones being Dusty, Wilford, Reynaldo (sometimes), and Randy.

-T.R.N.K., as odd as it is, helps in trying to break the curse along with Cloudface. They both find it a relaxing experience to sit in peace and quiet and read for hours.

--People genuinely got concerned when they were nowhere to be found, only for someone to motion to the library and- boom, asleep in chairs with notes sprawled around them and books marked in multiple places.

-After someone goes to the being, they cannot remember their time with it. They can’t recall it’s face or what it even is. Well.. Almost no one. Randy would be able to, Randy is more of a key than anything.

#henry stickmin au #infinite life au #the henry stickmin collection #t.r.n.k.#jaques kensington #billy g #reginald copperbottom #randy radman #cloudface #dusty #reynaldo the brute #terrence suave #sir wilford iv #toppat clan

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goldengirlchrissy · 2 years ago

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What are Chrissy’s favorite movies? Favorite albums? What does her typical outfit look like when she’s out of her cheerleading uniform?

Chrissy loves movies, so jot that down. Her all time favorite movie is the 1978 Lord Of The Rings cartoon. She and her brother used to watch it all the time as kids, and it is the reason she loves Middle Earth so much. She wanted to be Galadriel when she was a little girl. She's a giant nerd.

But if someone were to ask Chrissy what her favorite movie is? She would instantly say Heathers or Top Gun. She can quote the entirety of Heathers from memory and WILL reference it if it comes up. Once she comes back to life, Chrissy begins embracing her nerd side and lets more people know she loves fantasy. She also begins watching movies for her and not for her image. She watches movies like The Goonies, Beetlejuice, Ferris Bueller, etc. She accepts the fact that it's okay to like something that's silly and fun and not everything is about what people want from you. She learns how to have fun!!!

As for music? This girl loves pop music. GVD said her Vecna song would be Uptown Girl and I fully agree. Chrissy has every Billy Joel album as well as all of Elton John's and ABBA's. She also loves Cyndi Lauper and the Beatles. She also loves a good power ballad. Her go to karaoke song is "Total Eclipse Of The Heart" and she will belt it. When she's with her Boys(thats her nickname for Gareth and Jeff), she listens to whatever music they have playing. She's also Corroded Coffin's biggest fan. Chrissy doesn't always understand their music, but she supports them and their dreams.

One of her favorite memories is right after Jeff starts dating her and Gareth. The three of them were hanging out after band practice and snuggling on Jeff's bed, all in various states of nakedness. They were smoking some of Jeff's finest stash and just...enjoying being together. Marvin Gaye was playing from Mr Quince's record player in another room and it was pure bliss for her. That was the moment Chrissy realized how much she loved Jeff and Gareth.

When Chrissy isn't in uniform, her wardrobe changes. If she's having a good self esteem and body image day, she'll wear knee highs, a skirt, and a cute blouse. Other days, she'll wear jeans and a tee shirt. Her closet is filled with clothes she stole from her boyfriends and her brother, and sometimes she will walk around her apartment in a bra and an old tee shirt. Her hair is perfectly done nine times out of ten and she loves doing her makeup. During the colder months, Chrissy likes to bundle up. Instead of knee highs, Chrissy wears tights and can rock a turtleneck. She loves dressing femininely and is an ultimate girly-girl. It never fails to make her laugh that her two boyfriends are in a metal band.

@chivalrites

#; answered #; about chrissy #chivalrites #al did you know you are one of my favorite human beings?#that got....so long #; headcanon

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theredheaded-stuff · 2 years ago

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Damijon ask:

Damian develops a crush on Jon and begins to draw him in his sketchbook a lot because of it. So what would happen if one day, Jon, while waiting in Damian's room, walked by his desk and accidentally dropped Damian's sketchbook on the ground (since it was sitting on the edge of the desk), making it fall open in the process, revealing to him the pages that have him drawn in it?

How would Jon react about it after seeing them and how would he react around Damian after? Would he try to bring it up or keep it to himself?

Highschool sweethearts au

@spider-jaysart

I chose this name because is normally what people do when they're the highschool artist and have a crush

Damian being the artistc soul he is of couse would draw the one he likes perfectly, and his drawings skills are just amazing.

Everyone of the main nine knew of Damian's crush on Jon, well everyone but jon ( in that case would be Maya, Billy, Kathy, Colin, Tai, Suren, Mara, Jon, Damian)

Damian wasn't subtle, c'mon, he had sketchbooks full of superboy and Jons drawings, if you don't know something is happening or you're blind or you're oblivious as jon

Jon was surprised, and then he didn't believed at all, well Damian draw everyone on the main nine didn't he? He started to see more pages and there it was some drawings of the group but then...him again.

Jon could feel his face grow more Reeder at every single page passed, Colin stared at him quietly, in thoughts he swears if this half alien boy don't pick up the hint now he is seriously dumb

Maya and Tai are playing paper and scissors to see if Jon gonna hide the sketchbook or go confront Damian about the drawings, maya bet her luck at hiding the drawings but talking about it later, she was right.

After everything Damian got back to the room, smiling widely as a Wayne could, some deserts on his arms while he shout out to everyone "is snack time, no no choice in the matter, yes Tai you need stop to drink your water, no no objections accepted"

Jon was tomato red, his eyes looking around the room shamelesy avoiding Damian's green eyes, well it was what he did all the time now, since he also discovered a crush on the boy

Damian perceives of couse, but can't quite get himself to understand why Jon is doing it, he simply nods to Maya and she does take care of the matter of Jon snacks, he knew Jon would avoid him for the time being.

Damian won't admit ever in life, but he was scared to know why or what he did to Jon start avoid his eye, so he didn't asked, everything was fine, after all Jon was quite oblivious himself, surely he would ignore his heartbeat getting faster everytime the Kryptonian got closer

Alfred the cat was very clear on what he wanted while bitting Damian's shirt sleeves, Damian leaves the room to feed the desperate kitten, even if he did put food for him at some minutes.

Colin exchange looks to Maya, who exchanges with Kathy and then with Tai, they started a pretended banter about "why Damian had left?" Dramatically every single one of them adds a reasoning until it got to the point "Damian is upset!"

Jon shakes while he hears, worried that he may or not be the cause of Damian "upset mood" he leaves the room gathering his courage to talk to his best friend

Damian gave Alfred the cat some treats happily, he won't admit that he was sure a little uncomfortable with Jon's avoiding gaze, until he didn't.

They started talking about some movies struggling to keep a subject, maybe internally both knew something was off, maybe Titus knew since he jumped on both taking them down, they laughed while petting the big dog

The tension was not int he environment anymore, the both exchange a long look that resulted in sweet smiles.

Maybe for the time being Jon would not touch in the subject, but you know what? He has enough time to touch on it and rip the band-aid of someday but today he was just smile and let his head rest on Damian shoulder

Titus was still on their lap, Alfred did room on Jon's hoodie, Damian comfortably watched the sweet now asleep boy, for the time being he would admit to himself he was happy with what they have

Jon have him and Damian have Jon even if the other doesn't quite perceived, they do feel belonging to each other

Tim smiles with the scene at his front, almost mischievously while he let Alfred treat toy disappear on the laundry room, Maya was right they did make a cute couple indeed.

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that-sokovian-bastard · 2 years ago

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Picnic - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1147 Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader Featuring: Billy, Tommy Warnings: Mentions death Summary: After work, you, Wanda, Billy, and Tommy are excited to have a picnic. It all becomes more difficult when deciding on the dessert. Author's Note: This takes place BEFORE Multiverse of Madness, but there are still some spoilers since this is on Earth 838! I definitely have my own ideas of how things played out in that universe that comes up in this (ie: what happened to Vision, is Wanda a hero?) so those are mentioned. I also don't mention if wanda and you are just dating or married so that's up to you!

Wanda / Full Masterlist

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Earth-838

You were sure everything was ready, and everyone was good to head out the door for a nice night. But when Wanda came downstairs, still finger-brushing her hair out, and her kids pestering her for more ice cream, you knew it was going to take much longer before you would eat.

"How much ice cream do we need? We already packed the one container!" She laughed.

"But we need chocolate, and vanilla, and cookie dough, and strawberry, and-" Billy kept naming off all the different flavors he could think of while Tommy nodded after each one.

"Why so many?" Wanda asked. "We're not going to be gone for long; one flavor should be fine."

Both the boys groaned at their mother not understanding their logic. "We won't know what flavor we want after dinner! Which is why we have to bring them all!"

Wanda tried to tell them why it didn't make sense, but they kept begging and talking over her to convince her. Usually, they listened to her, but all manners go out the window when it comes to ice cream. "What about the ones we don't want? They would just melt, and then there would be no ice cream at all until your mom can go to the store," You reasoned with them. "How about we compromise with two flavors?"

The boys thought about your reasoning and agreed it would be worse to have no ice cream at all, so they agreed to two flavors. You and Wanda smiled at each other as they ran to the freezer to pick out a second container of ice cream. "Make sure you both agree, please," Wanda called out as she walked to stand next to you. "We are walking out the door in sixty seconds!"

She knew if she didn't give Billy and Tommy a time limit, they would be there all day trying to decide. And sure enough, in fifty-nine seconds, the boys decided and ran to you and Wanda standing at the front door. Tommy dropped the second ice cream container into the picnic basket you held. Right on time, all four of you walked out of the front door.

Once Wanda locked it, your group started down the sidewalk. Luckily, you two lived near a park that was perfect for a picnic, so walking was easy. Especially during the beginning of summer, when it isn't too hot, the late afternoon is the perfect temperature. The boys talked about their day, telling you about all the games they played and how they helped their mom with the house chores. Since you were at work, it was always nice to hear how they spent their days since you weren't always there with them.

It wasn't a long walk, so with the boys talking non-stop, you arrived at the park fast. Wanda set up the blanket and food perfectly, arranging everything flying out of the basket with her magic. Billy and Tommy loved to watch her move and arrange things with her magic. They tried to get her to do all the chores with that, and though she may cut corners when she's alone, she has to be a good example for her kids! Which is why she has them help with house chores...

It was all set up, and all four of you sat down around the blanket to eat the picnic set out — sandwiches, chips, mini-salads, some fruit cups, and of course, ice cream. There was definitely more food than you all would eat, but that's what made it fun.

After each bite, the kids were calling your name and for their mom to tell them some random fact they knew. "Did you know..." Billy and Tommy went back and forth saying. They were excited to share all the things they figured out just from the shows they watched that day.

"Oh!" Billy piped up, more serious than some of the other facts he was telling. "Did you know the Illuminati asked Mom to join them?" Billy pointed towards you, not thinking much of it.

You were a little confused. "Yeah, years ago. She told me about it."

"No," Tommy said this time, matter-of-factly. "They came by the house today."

This time, your head snapped to Wanda. "I hadn't gotten the chance to tell you we had visitors," She sighed. "It's not important, though. That's not my life," She told you and smiled warmly.

"Mom, that would be awesome, though!" Billy protested.

"Totally awesome! You should join!" Tommy added.

Wanda shook her head. "I already have everything I need right here; I don't need the Illuminati," She said, and the boys groaned at her response. "What is that noise for?" She asked.

"That's lame, Mom," Tommy said. "You could be a superhero!"

"I don't want to be a superhero. I just want to be your mom," She said, leaned forward, and grabbed both her boys to pull them into a hug. They groaned again and pulled back as fast as they could.

"Whatever," Billy said. "Can we have ice cream now?"

"In a bit," Wanda nodded. "Go play for a little bit, and we can have ice cream after."

Billy and Tommy agreed and ran off toward the small playground. When they were out of earshot, you asked Wanda. "The Illuminati are trying to recruit you again? Why now?"

Wanda shrugged. "It wasn't the whole team, just Mr. Richards. He had a letter from everyone, but I only skimmed it. He knows my answer, and it is not changing, even if it has been a few years," She assured you. "He was very nice and understood, but still wanted me to think about it."

"I think you're already a superhero as a super-mom, with two great kids who are growing up to be amazing," You told her, and she nodded.

"Vision gave his life with the Illuminati, and I loved him and know it was something he had to do, but this is what I have to do. I have to be a mother to my kids. Plus, I wouldn't want to be apart from the kids or you," She said.

You smiled back at her and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too," She said, but before anything else could be said, Billy and Tommy ran back over for ice cream. They only played for a few minutes, but the bugs were starting to come out, and they wanted ice cream since they knew it was almost time to go home.

They were right: it was best that they brought two flavors. You and Billy wanted one flavor, and Tommy and Wanda wanted the other. It all worked out, and everyone was happy with the flavor they chose. They kept telling you two how good their idea was the entire walk home, which, thankfully, wasn't very long.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #x reader #imagine #imagines #marvel #avengers #avengers x reader #dsmom spoilers #dr strange multiverse of madness spoilers #spoilers

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 3 years ago

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hi hi~ it is I your friendly neighborhood vulture here to pick ur lovely brain ~

Ok ok so imagine slashers ( michael (ur choice of version) , asa , Billy and stu (poly) and Jesse) coming home after a long day just to tired to deal and either seeking out or allowing their s/o to comfort them ~ whether just headcanons or head cannons and ficlet I'll let u decide~

Hello my darling birdie!!! I'm so happy to see you here! Welcome to my garden hope you stay awhile just try not to pull to many flowers this time kay ^v^ And as my best vulture I did both! CW: Blood, murder in passing ,obsessives behavior ,Just the normal slasher stuff and slight NSFW, OOC slashers and Not beta read or edited

Michael the RZ version

It's been a long day first having to go shopping for the week then cleaning to get rid of all the stains still left behind meant you were tired it seemed however you weren't the only busy one. Michael had be gone since early morning a pat on the head was all you gotten before he headed out and now slightly past 1 he was back. The echo of his boot steps were purposeful as he shut the door the cling of his knife hitting the counter ever more audible before the creek of the stairs let you know what the "plan" was. It doesn't take long for him to reach the bedroom and unlike most nights where the two of you would lay down and enjoy bliss each others comfort this time it was clear another approach would have to be taken. Michael now stood at the doorway mask dyed red and breathing heavy, whatever happen was not the outcome he wanted so with slow careful steps you began step one.

Michael no matter what is not one to seek comfort or affection it is something you have to be will to initiate willing and be willing to go slow with

Bathing is a good way to make him feel relaxed and if he tired or having a bad day its what he want and its one of the few times he's quick to remove him make you touching his hair makes him very happy

After a nice bath he wants but wont say he wants cuddle's and the start of step two

Sit on his lap and just let him hold you in a soft voice talk about you day or plans for the week or just things you enjoy its a bit of domestic life that makes him warm

turn a movie on and stay close run you hands through his hair and just exists with him for a while now for the best part

Once he's calmed down two things could happen one is that he'll pull you both down to the bed curled up with you in his arms and the sound of a movie still playing in the background letting himself fully relax

Option two is less common but more enjoyable Michael will move both you and him to the table in the room covered in his craft supplies where hell being working on his paper mache mask, asking you for input or wanting you to join if you fall asleep that's fine he's more the content just having you there

Stu Matcher and Billy Loomis

Its not hard to tell when one of them is having a hard day. After a long day of classes and keeping up with everyone Billy was exhausted had told but you and Stu as much more then one and Stu wasn't much better it seemed. Any plans that had been made were canceled as you told your boys it would be a good day for a date in, some cheesy slasher flicks tons of snacks and ordering food was the new plan. Telling everyone good bye then heading back to your place the the boys are quick to make themselves at home Stu starts by ordering dinner for the three of you Billy picks out a few movies and you head to the kitchen to make the snacks. It about an hour before everything is fully ready and with the date night begins with Stu being the first to say he needs some affection after the long day. Though he doesn't say anything at first Billy is fast to act on said affection once its shown leaning over to ask for some love as well.

Its kinda hard to give them comfort together since they both need different things at first but give it some time and it tends to end with a cuddle pile

Stu prefers holding one to waist head on in your neck or on your tummy nuzzling and kiss you having you give him head pats and forehead kisses while also rubbing his back

Billy likes having you on his lap your back to his chest his head resting on yours or on your shoulder hand locked together around your waist just holding you

If they're both in need of affection and comfort its a mix of both with Stu's head on your stomach and Billy's on your shoulder Billy's holding one hand and his other is on you hip Stu is doing the same on the opposite side

Billy feeds you snacks you feed Stu and Stu throw snacks at Billy and changes the movie when needed

Cuddles last for a long time often time it end with you three falling asleep with you in the middle of the two of them

Its not hard to know when they need comfort along with the fact that Stu is open about needing it and Billy will follow his lead when he sees you dont mind

Jesse Cromeans

Jesses always enjoys having your attention even if its for something small however, when he's in need of comfort he prefers you not being around him not because he worried about things but because he's bad at asking for it so he tends to just lock him self up in work. With that its very easy to tell when he's have a bad day its getting close to him that's hard. It starts like any relaxing day a nice warm meal whether you make it yourself for him or order something he likes its a way for you to get close. Tried and angry from a day of work the only thing on Jesse's mind is getting home what he wasn't expecting was to come home to you having gotten the places cleaned up with a meal laid out in the living ready to spend time with him and well he just couldn't say no to that. Its not hard after that to get him to set work aside till tomorrow as long as its not super important and from there the rest of the night can begin.

Jesse really enjoys slow intimacy and when his days been bad and he needs to let go having you take the lead in a nice slow pace helps him let go of the chromeskull mindset whether you know about it or not

He likes to snuggle wrapped almost fully around you with you as close as possible

Kisses are a must they make him so happy many people find him scary with go reason but here you are the love of his giving him kisses as if this is a perfectly normal relationship

Like with Michael two things can happen after he relaxes and gets your affection and comfort however its based on how your feeling not him

If you keep with the soft lead it ends with you curled against his side feeding each other fresh fruit and chocolate watching movies and shows while he talks about dates he's hoping to take you on

The other option is that you head to the bedroom hell pull you on his chest arms wrapped around you hearing you talk about this and that while just ignoring the world till he falls asleep

The next day Jesse will take off work after days of needing to seek your comfort it make him acknowledge he needs a break to not burn out or not to move to fast in the work and the day will be spent with you by his side

Asa Emory

Asa has always gone by a schedule and unless it is absolutely necessary he will not deviate from it and that includes for affection and goes double for if you want to give him comfort on exhausting days. He doesn't like feeling weak and though he loves you in a twisted way you thinking he needs comfort makes him feel weak. For weeks Asa will come home tired and frustrated his class is in the mist of exams so he has tons of work and the collection isn't going well but he wont let you in on it. The best you can do for the time being is just lightly his work load at home keep things clean, make meals for him so he doesn't skip them if the dogs are at the house help take care of them and things like that its not much but he pays attention to things like that and will notice that your helping him. Seeing you working hard to help him not stress as much while still waiting for him to take the steps like usual helps him come around to the idea of letting you spoil him for a while. Once he gets to that point remember to keep things slow though rushing it after that makes him stay on edge.

For Asa slow and steady is the way to go when he's ready to let you spoil him he will tell you outright that he "requires" your attention

He wont let this happen on a weekday only a weekend where he can fully relax and rest but he leaves the rest to you and that's a big step

Setting up a nice date in is the best way to go and though he likes homemade meals on a day like this he doesn't mind ordering dinner that night

On days he can relax with you the first thing he wants to do is cook for you as odd as it might be it gives him a starting point to let you show him affection

Eating breakfast together then heading to the living room with curled up on the couch you read to him for a bit him might interject sometimes depending on what its about but he just holds you close for a while

Tacking the dogs for a walk is the next part of the day hand in hand taking a walking path and enjoy the day whether its cold or hot he likes walking time

Domestic bliss is something he adores its what he's always craved and you give him the chance to have it so often it keeps him on cloud nine

After going back home out on a documentary and snuggle up to him the dogs will be on beds near the couch and hell have you laying you head on his lap while he runs his hand along you neck and back

You'll eat later in the day and enjoy quite time he might want to rant about his class, he wants to hear about the things you've been into lately and slowly the night winds down

Given that he has no work the next day if your feeling up to it he want to end the day by embracing you its been a while and its not something he up for much but after weeks of not being around you much he craves the close touch

It might not even end with sex he just want to caress your body looking over the curves and lines feeling you fully without restrictions till your both tired and with that he pulls you close to him whispering that he's grateful for you love and thanking you for the wonderful day

Ta-da! I hope all enjoy this and a big thanks to my best birdie buddy for requesting this I had fun writing it and I hope to see here more often! To my other followers if your looking forward to the next part of My Soulmates A God then be happy its the next thing I'm working on. Have a great day and thank you for reading! - Lilly Ps you can really tell I favored Asa here huh..

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