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binunus · 4 years ago

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college bf!rocky

a/n next is our rock and aegyo king sorry sanha park minhyuk !! also I was going to post this yesterday :( but me and my roommates got a little too lit for valentine’s and I literally sat for 7 hours straight in zoom so I couldn’t finish it until now but !! I hope you loves enjoy!!

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alright aright alrightttt

we’re gonna switch it up a little bit

add a little flavor

because as much as I would love to say that college bf!astro all got their partners in a cute and smooth sailing way

we all know relationships aren’t that easy

but before we get into how you and rocky met

major: dance

are we surprised? no

rocky is a prodigy in dance

he’s been dancing since he could walk

he started choreographing at age 6

it just made sense for him, like even his parents were like go pursue dance, you’re not a law or business type of kid

he can master any type of dance from jazz, to ballet, to street, to contemporary, to tango, whatever you can think of

he’s roommates with music tech!jinjin

jin literally takes care of him all the time bc rocky??? when he comes back to the apt after dance practice?? dead weight

only passes his gen ed classes bc eunwoo tutors him

if it weren’t for the boys, rocky would literally live in the dance studio

they make sure to drag him out for fun and food at least once a week

or they join and keep him company while he’s practicing

have they gotten noise complaints before while messing around in the dance studio? yes

rocky is loud alright, especially when he’s with astro

he’s a perfectionist, literally will not leave the studio until he’s 100% satisfied with his progress

oh the amount of times myungjun and jin nag at him to take care of his health

now now

you’re also a dance major

people could say that you and rocky are the top two dancers of your year

gasp a rivals to lovers au??? you betcha baby

granted you switched into a dancer major your second year so rocky technically had seniority

but boom baby as soon as you made your appearance, it rocked his world

now im not saying rocky’s cocky bc obviously he’s a cute hardworking humble boy

but was he used to always being placed first in evaluations or getting the highest marks??? yeah

so the first time you placed first and he placed second??? it lit a bit of a fire in him

he’s seen a ton of good dancers in his time, but no one has ever matched his capabilities better than you

there was an unspoken rivalry between you two, everyone knew about it

you both always wanted to upstage the other

there was always a tension whenever you two were in the same room

but like...have either of you ever really talked to each other besides side remarks in class?

and it didn’t really help that the whole dance department basically pit you up against each other to see who was really the best dancer of your year

so you and rocky never had the proper introduction to a friendship, it just went straight to rivalry

and then came the announcements for the end of the year showcase

and instead of putting on a solo, the department chairs decided to have you and rocky perform a duet

and you’ve never worked with him before so you were dreading the first time you met up

you to your roommate: ugh i can’t believe im partnered up with rocky, that arrogant rude–

your roommate: have you ever even talked to him, y/n? he’s actually very nice

you: no...but that’s what he wants you to believe!

your ego sorta just went along with the whole thing

and rocky was 15 min late to your meeting bc he was out eating food with the guys so your patience?? very thin

literally as soon as he stepped into the dance studio, the air turned stuffy

rocky could feel you glaring at him and he just smirks??

rocky: did I make you wait long y/n?

you: yeah you did

he liked pushing your buttons?? idk he just felt satisfaction knowing that any small of action of his affected you that much

it made him feel like he was winning or whatever

and god it took literally forever for you two to decide on a song and genre of performance for the showcase

you wanted contemporary, he wanted ballet

you were literally disagreeing so much on it that you had to ask Siri to flip a coin

and then you fought and said that Siri was rigged when it chose tails (contemporary)

so you decided on a happy? mix of both

rocky at the end of your first meeting: i get that we’re not exactly friends, y/n, but we have to work together so let’s at least be professional

you: i can if you can

rocky: fine

you two literally bicker like five year olds on a playground

even the guys are like ???? why are you being so childish ???

you have 2 months of preparation until the showcase and you start meeting once a week for choreography and practice since given the assignment

you two are pretty civil for the most part, you make the contemporary parts and he makes the ballet parts and then you combine it when you meet up and see how it can incorporate and complement each other

there’s not much joking around ?? like you know how rocky’s a clown when he’s teaching astro choreography?? it’s not like that at all

and honestly you two are too caught up in your rivalry and tension to notice that your styles really match and highlight each other well??

there’s definitely a lot of “i could do this better than you” from both sides

i repeat: you are children

and then there’s this one practice where you and rocky are trying a pas de deux for the first time

(i literally looked this term up, it’s basically what jungkook and jimin from bts did during the 2020 mma black swan intro...if you haven’t seen it, watch it bc it is perfection mmm chefs kiss)

and you don’t know if it’s because you didn’t have enough momentum or rocky didn’t prep himself enough for the lift but he ends up dropping you and you both fall

and you both immediately start blaming each other for the mishap

until you lift your hand to point at him and it just hurts

it’s like a switch goes off, rocky’s immediately concerned and he’s like gently taking your hand like: holy shit are you okay??

you shake your head and you’re wincing whenever you try to move it

you: ow fuck rocky, I think it’s sprained

and he suddenly feels so guilty, like he goes silent

you: can we stop for today? I’m gonna go get this checked out, make sure it’s not broken

rocky: do you want me to go with you?

you: no. I’ll see you next week.

boy he feels so bad, he texts you throughout the course of the following week asking if you’re okay, asking your roommate if you’re okay, telling you he’s sorry that he dropped you

you didn’t respond much, not bc you felt weird texting him–well, you did a little bit shhh–but bc you were beating yourself up for getting injured a month before the showcase

you show up to practice the next week with your wrist in a compression bandage

and he doesn’t greet you with a quip like he usually does, he immediately grabs your wrist (gently) and he’s like inspecting the bandage

you: uh...the doctor said I should be careful with it for a week or two if i want it to heal faster. so don’t bitch at me if i’m not going all out

rocky: y/n...i’m so sorry...I didn’t mean to injure you, it was my fault that we didn’t execute the pas de deux

you just shrug: it was both our faults...if I didn’t fall on my wrist maybe we could have avoided this little obstacle

rocky: if I caught you correctly, you wouldn’t have even fallen

you: are we really arguing right now about this??

and then the two of you just laugh???

this is the first real pleasant interaction you’ve had with him

and you notice like wow rocky had a nice smile

you: i should be back to normal before the showcase so we should be fine

rocky: don’t push it though while we’re practicing alright? if your wrist starts hurting then stop, and don’t even think about doing any floor choreo

the atmosphere between you and rocky change after that

he becomes pretty concerned about your recovery–and maybe it’s bc he still blames himself for the cause of it

each night before your set practice days, he always shoots you a text asking how you’re feeling and how your wrist is doing

he brings ice packs, painkillers, and extra bandages during your practices just in case you need it

and you’re actually pretty touched by his concern

about two weeks before the showcase, your wrist is back to full movement and you’re like excited to actually practice to your best ability

from now on you see each other twice a week, just to get that detail and fine-tuning perfected

rocky’s still a bit hesitant to have you go full out but you reassure him that you’re fine

you both try the pas de deux again the day you take your bandage off

and you can see that he’s nervous to try it

you: rocky, i’m fully healed now. we haven’t practiced this move since the first time and we need it in our routine

rocky: but...y/n, what if I drop you again??

you: you won’t...i trust you

and you really did, that move requires a lot of trust between partners and you know? maybe it didn’t work out the first time because of the lack of trust between you two

and so you go through the full routine and rocky was holding his breath when that part of the choreography came up but you both successfully did it!! and it was a beautiful move

he was so excited at the end of the run through that he hugged you

and you were smiling too bc this was the first time you did a full run through without any stops in between

you both don’t even notice that all the hostility is gone??

and the tension suddenly changed from hatred to...dare I say it...sexual

oo baby the day of the showcase you two were hella nervous

but c’mon you and rocky were the best of the best so ofc you absolutely killed the performance

your energies literally merged as soon as the music started

every move was flawless

and you both had to face each other during your ending pose and you were just like looking at him like ??? wtf ??? did you maybe wanna kiss him??

and you know the look that rocky has in his eyes when he’s dancing

imagine that literally piercing into your soul

you got the shivers waiting for the lights to dim

you both received a standing ovation after your duet obviously

astro watching it bc they always support rocky: they’re gonna fuck 100%

fast forward to the next term bc you both didn’t really have a reason to contact each other during summer break now that the showcase was done

you and rocky had two classes together, dance research and advanced modern technique

it was then that you started to see his actual personality and how goofy of a person he was

you still had a rivalry of course, but now it was healthy

instead of trying to bring each other down, you both started motivating each other to do better

and yes you’ve always been impressed with how good of a dancer rocky was (and vice versa), but now whenever you saw him practice you start to feel a little bit of stir in your stomach and shit are you blushing??

and then you two get paired up again for your midterm evaluation

your teacher: i saw the chemistry you had for the showcase last term, i think you two would work well together for this project

and god is your teacher trying to murder you??? the theme of this midterm was “couple dance” to encourage collaboration or whatever

you were just thankful that the song choice she gave you was more upbeat and not sensual bc you know for a fact that you would not survive doing a sexy dance routine with rocky

but that didn’t stop the way your skin felt like it was on fire whenever he touched you for partner-dependent moves

this time around, you did the choreography process together and it was actually pretty fun??

you and him would bounce back ideas and joke around whenever something looked stupid

you and rocky did this by the way for reference

and then there was one late night when you two were practicing

it was around 2 am, no one else was in the music building and you both didn’t have class the next day so you two were just like fuck it let’s just practice until campus security kicks us out or whatever

you both were literally dancing for four hours, not just this new routine but old ones and freestyles as well

and then you were doing your new routine and during the part where he had to twirl and dip you, you both fall again

but no one got injured this time luckily

and you both just burst out laughing, maybe you were a little delirious at this point in the night

you: i can’t believe you dropped me again

rocky’s laughing and you both just look at each other, and he’s hovering above you right???

and your heart is beating so loudly in your chest you’re positive he can hear it

and you’re thankful that your face was already hot from dancing so that he couldn’t tell that you were in fact blushing

rocky’s like looking at you for a good minute or so and he’s just like thinking in his head: have you always been this cute?

and maybe it’s bc you guys have been getting along so well lately and the vibes are??? immaculate

but the atmosphere suddenly gets super thick and he !! just !! leans down !! and !! kisses !! you !!

and phew baby you bet that you immediately respond to it

you’re literally making out on the floor for like five minutes

and mind you, five minutes is a long time

until rocky’s phone rings loudly through the speaker and you both suddenly separate

he scurries to his phone and you sit up trying to compose yourself

jinjin: park minhyuk where are you?! it’s 3 am!!

you literally hear jinjin scolding rocky through the phone and you laugh a little bc it’s so cute how he’s getting nagged right now

rocky: hyung...im practicing...

jinjin: do i need to drag you out of there?! i’ll literally call bin to carry your ass to our apartment! how long have you been practicing huh?? have you eaten dinner at all??

rocky: okay okay I’ll come back home

he turns to you after ending the call and he’s so !! shy !!

rocky: I guess that’s the end of our practice haha...do you want me to walk you back to your place?? it’s pretty late out

you: yeah that’d be nice...hm you sure your hyung’s not gonna call a search party for you??

you’re teasing him and he just pouts

rocky: i’ll be fine

rocky walks you back to your apartment and it’s a little?? awkward??

but before you bid him goodbye he’s like: uh...the kiss earlier...sorry if I surprised you

your cheeks are hot again: it’s um...it’s okay, I didn’t mind it...it was actually pretty nice...I guess...

and rocky’s heart skips a beat and now he’s blushing: yeah...it was...i’ll see you in class then??

you: yeah, i’ll see you. text me when you get home okay?

he nods and waits until you’re safely inside and then he just starts grumbling to himself

rocky: i’ll see you in class?? could i say anything more stupid???

rocky’s adorable okay

him texting you when he gets back: im home :)

you: that’s good! good night rocky :)

he goes to the guys the day after like: i have a predicament !! me and y/n kissed !!

jinjin: that’s why you were late last night??

eunwoo: you dirty dog, doing it in the dance studio??

rocky: we didn’t do anything else hyung !!

bin: so did you ask them out??

rocky: no...i said...i’ll see you in class

myungjun: i’ll see you in class?!?! are you an idiot??

sanha: hyung even I’d ask y/n out after that

rocky: i know !! im dumb okay!! help me

sanha: you’re a lost case sorry

jinjin: why don’t you start with, hey y/n do you wanna get some food with me??

rocky: AHHHH

yes he does want to ask you out, yes he does want to kiss you again more than he’d like to admit, but he’s shy

you’re not faring any better, you and roommate were literally talking about it all weekend

the next time you see rocky (in class), you two are awkward as fuck

you both keep stealing glances at each other and then if one of you get caught, you both immediately look away

those 50 minutes of class could not go by any slower

and you were so ready to book it after the professor dismissed you but then you hear rocky call your name

rocky: hey y/n, are you free right now?

you: uh yeah! why what’s up

rocky: do you...um...wanna get some coffee with me?? or food or something??

you: do you mean like just to hang out or...uh like a date?

rocky: a date...if you want it to be

and cue the blushies again

you and rocky end up going to this cute cafe and get smoothies bc neither of you were feeling caffeine at the moment

and the whole time you two are just ??? so cute and shy and awkward with each other ???

which is such a contrast from how you two would dance together

rocky’s so sweet, really the cutest boy

gives you so many butterflies

the two of you end up going on little cafe dates before practice

and you’re all cute and wholesome

and then he turns all passionate and dominant when you start dancing

like wow alright rocky giving you whiplash or whatever

when you show the routine for your midterm, the teacher and other students give you both high praises

and he’s all giddy after class and he goes up to you: i think its safe to say that we have really good chemistry when we work together, don’t you think?

you’re smiling hehe but you wanna mess with him a little: hmm i think we’re alright, but who knows, i might mesh well with someone else

and then he’s all frowny, a little jealous: what do you mean someone else? do you make out with someone who just has alright chemistry with you??

your eyes go wide and you put your hand over his mouth: im kidding!!

rocky just smirks at your embarrassed reaction and he like tickles your sides

and then he just grabs your hand like: don’t find another dance partner y/n, just be mine

how could you say no to that??? especially when rocky’s just looking all handsome and charming and shit??? exactly. you can’t and why would you ever say no in the first place??

you and rocky dating?? biiiig news in the dance department

and even outside of it

bc lowkey rocky had a bit of a fanclub bc of how good he is at dancing, are we shocked? no

the boys are so happy for him !!

you meet his friends literally the day the two of you start dating

and you’re a bit nervous meeting them bc ofc you want them to like you, they’re his friends

but they’re so sweet...and headass

when rocky brings you to their dinner, the five of them literally start applauding at your entrance

you were so confused and rocky’s just out here with second hand embarrassment

he’s the cutest boyfriend

shy with pda in public (unless you’re dancing), most he’ll do is hold your hand

but in private he’s very clingy

loves backhugging you

he also tickles you when he wants to be a little shit

which is 50% of the time

very playful bf, will tease you at least once every day

if you two are just practicing dancing, he’ll make any sort of excuse to hold you or kiss you

asddfadsjf he’s so cute

gets very soft at night especially when you two are worn out from practice

just wants to go back to your (or his) apartment and cuddle and sleep

imagine just you two cuddling in bed after hours of dancing and he’s just spooning you and he mumbles tiredly into your shoulder: you’re amazing y/n...you’re one of the best dancers i’ve ever seen

and before, his pride would have never allowed him to say that, but now it can

not really one for pet names in my opinion, but he does call you “my y/n”

after you two start dating, you begin to call him by his real name, minhyuk

or you say hyukie

he lowkey loves it when you call him that, it’s so endearing

the guys teasing him, cooing at rocky all gross like : heyyy hyukkie

then rocky just like crosses his arms: only y/n can call me hyukie

he didn’t realize he loves couple dances so much until you and him are dating

well he only loves it because you’re his partner ofc

alright hear me out !! slow dancing with rocky

slow !! dancing !! with !! rocky !!

he dims the lights in the dance studio until it’s just a single spotlight and some slow romantic music comes on and he just grabs you by the hand and twirls you once before pulling you close and you’re just swaying side to side

and then he presses your foreheads together and he’s just looking into your eyes and gives you the softest smile

!!! im freaking out!! i want this so bad !!

that’s how the first i love you comes out

surprise, you say it first

okay but like in the moment, the atmosphere is literally so perfect, and you can just see how much he treasures you and you always feel butterflies whenever he does this, but there was just something that night that made you say it

like your chest was constricting so hard and you were thinking to yourself, i love this man

and so you just said it

and omg the smile on rocky’s face just widens and he kisses you so sweetly before he says it back

loves kissing you, your lips are like a drug to him

can literally make out with you for hours

has pushed you against the walls of the practice room just for a little make out session

ahhh here we go ladies and gents

sex !! with !! rocky !!

first and foremost, dance studio sex??? yes

especially if it’s just you two late night practicing like the first time you kissed?

mirror kink? maybe so

and bc y’all are ~flexible~, you bet he likes bending your back like a pretzel

he’s a very passionate lover, your pleasure is his #1 priority

loves foreplay just as much as the main event

but oof his hips?? grrrrr bark bark ram me over with a truck

his stroke game is so good

literally knows how to fuck you in all the right places

and his stamina??? god tier, can go at it for hours on end

into edging and overstimulation, oof you bet you’re cumming at least twice during every session

i cannot stress this enough!! thigh riding

you know he has thighs of steel

will make you cum just from riding his thigh

most of the time you guys start off slow and sweet, and then just boom it turns it hard sex

will definitely get turned on from doing a sexy dance routine

the amount of times he’s wanted to just fuck you in the middle of class bc you turned him on?? but ofc he has public decency he won’t do that

he knows you get turned on from his fingers oops

anal or vaginal fingering?? he’s all for it baby

he’s loud during sex, all the grunting, huffing, growling, oo im getting chills

not afraid to tell you how good you’re making him feel

not really into spanking, but he grips a lot, like his fingernails have definitely left some deep imprints in your hips or your ass

hair pulling?? yes, both sides receiving

okay but if you call him rocky during sex? big turn on

i can’t explain why, it just is

favorite position?? cowgirl

he loves when you’re on top of him

yes he likes seeing you try to fuck yourself on him

and then when he can’t take it anymore and just grabs your hips and thrusts up into you until your body literally collapses on him

he always tries to make you cum first but oops sometimes baby just busts a nut

yes you will probably tease him about it and then he’ll just shut you up by kissing you

on another note, no way to turn rocky on faster than sucking on his bottom lip when you’re kissing

will cuddle you after cumming, like he doesn’t care if either of you are sweaty or messy, he’s hugging you for at least five minutes

honestly becomes a baby after sex so it’s more like you’re giving him after care sksksk

the switch he makes from being a sex fiend to a clingy cuddly boy? whiplash

like you need to go to the bathroom to pee or something and he’s like: but...i wanna hug u

i would risk it all for rocky yes

anyway after graduating, rocky becomes a choreographer for this really famous dance studio and get recruited to join a highly-competitive dance troupe

you both do long distance for a little bit bc obviously he’s back home but you have to travel with your group for competitions, sometimes even internationally

and so that caused some strain in your relationship bc distance sucks, but you would always make sure to call him every night before going to bed and despite any time zone difference, he would always answer

your biggest supporter !! literally flew out to surprise you during a big dance competition in london or whatever and you cried happy tears bc was he really there right now??

that’s when you knew that he was the one :’)

you spent the night w him in his hotel room and after a good couple rounds of reunion sex, you were like trying to test the waters a little bit: i missed you hyukie

rocky: i missed you too, but now that you’re here with me, nothing else matters

you: what do you really think about this long distance thing??

rocky: it sucks...but i know it made us stronger. i feel like we can get through anything now

you: yeah, i agree

rocky getting paranoid: omg why? are you thinking of living abroad?? y/n, do i need to start looking at dance studios out here??

you have to hold in your laughter bc he’s so cute: why? would you move out of the county for me if i wanted to??

rocky: i mean...if you’re thinking of leaving for good...then yeah.

he gets so shy and quiet and you’re just !! wow you love him !! he’s yours !!

you kiss him shortly and you smile: no, i’m not gonna live abroad. I miss being home and I miss seeing you all the time. I told you before, I’m thinking of leaving the troupe in two months and then gonna find a job back home for good.

he lets out a sigh of relief: you scared me a little

you just laugh: I only wanted to confirm something and hmm I was right

rocky: what did you wanna confirm??

you being a confident baddie: that I wanna be with you for the rest of my life

rocky feeling his heart implode: you mean it??

you scoffing: why would I be lying about this?

he just laughs and kisses you: I wanna be with you too...I’ve been thinking it since the last time you visited. How much I love you and how much I hated seeing you leave for who knows how long, but I didn’t wanna say anything bc you’re still living your life and I didn’t want a promise like this to influence you to come back if you didn’t want to yet.

two months later you’re back for good and move in with rocky

you end up becoming a choreographer at his dance studio too

you and rocky: the couple™

and you live happily ever after

somewhere down the line...

sanha: hey remember when you two hated each other?

eunwoo: remember when you injured y/n??

bin: remember when you freaked out to us about your first kiss together

myungjun: and you said i’LL sEe yOu iN cLaSs

jinjin: those were fun times, right hyukie?

rocky: i hate you all

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biggest-stupidhead · 4 years ago

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Turning Point (Levi x reader)

Summary: After graduating college, you are presented with the opportunity of becoming a “counselor” at a small rehab facility located in the vast Montana wilderness. You didn’t know much about it, just that it was for troubled teens, ran by a privately funded staff. You are eager to meet the “campers” and your fellow counselors, but you know that it won’t be easy. You’ll have to build a strong relationship with both your coworkers and the campers, who aren’t exactly happy to be there.

Warnings: vomiting, lice, rehabilitation mentions, allusions to ED, mentally ill teens.

Word Count: 4.6K

The bus bounced over the dirt road, making the vehicle feel like a metal death trap.The scenery was stunning, the mountainous road was not well traveled and only the occasional car whizzed by the bus. You had known that the camp would be remote, but not this isolated. Located deep in the heart of Montana, it could be reached by bush planes or the lone bus that dared traverse the mountains. A wet nose pressed against your knee and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Looking down into Aspen’s wide blue eyes you chuckled quietly and scratched behind her floppy ear.

She was one of the few possessions that you had been allowed to bring along. The bus wasn’t the most spacious, only allowing each rider two bags. Aspen let out a huff and rested her head onto your thigh, ears drooping as she relaxed into you. You felt bad about the long drive, but she was always good on long car rides between the campus and your hometown. You absently stroked her as you allowed your eyes to wander around the bus for the millionth time.

You look up front to see the larger lady who drove the bus with little concentration. She hummed along to an older song that didn’t seem familiar to you. Her eyes met yours in the large mirror up front. Giving you a toothy smile that showed her yellow teeth. You look away quickly, her gaze making you uneasy. The boy to your right twitches in his sleep. You hadn’t noticed him much before, he was young, his long blonde hair tangled and ratty. His old grey sneakers held small holes that showed his patterned socks.

You wondered why he was going to the farm, seeing that it was for troubled kids in general there could be many reasons for his enrollment. On the spotty website that the rehab had provided, it had listed anger management, depression, group therapy, and a bunch of other mental resources. You turned as subtly as possible to glance at the pair in the back of the bus, two girls who shared a seat, as well as a pair of earbuds.

Both of them had ash blonde hair, one was taller than the other maybe standing at 5’7 while the other stood at about 5’4. The one on the left kept her hair in a messy ponytail as her steel grey eyes met yours. Her lip busted, her cheek bruised as she glared at you. You could tell she didn’t like your staring. The girl beside her looked younger. Her eyes were closed as she slept calmly on the other's shoulder. Her eyes held dark circles under them, her skin was pale, and her hair was choppily cut to fall just above her shoulders. From what you could tell, she had cut it herself, but it looked good.

You see the boy from up front stretch his arms and yawn loudly. He looked at the bus driver and you could see a large smile stretch across his face.

“Lavern, my girl.” The boy said loudly, his voice still scratchy with sleep. The older woman gave him a sly smile and turned the wheel in her moment of distraction. The bus jerked to the side, causing you to slightly swing out of your seat. Aspen yelped as her claws scratched against the floor trying to regain her balance. You blindly reached out and snagged her by her harness, barely catching her before she slipped into the seat across the aisle.

“Connie you rascal!” Lavern let out a bark of laughter as she righted the wheel. The boy, Connie shrugged and grinned impishly back at her as she pushed a wispy lock of her bright blue hair behind her ear.

“How much longer?” The taller girl yelled from the back, her hand wrapped around the other girl’s shoulders as she glared daggers up at the front of the bus.

“Ten minutes sweetie.” Lavern hollered back as she pulled on a pair of dramatic red cat eyed reading glasses that had been dangling around her neck. The girl nodded, but still seemed displeased with the news. The boy turned his sly gaze onto you and you swallowed a bit nervously. His eyes widened, and yours mirrored his, he leaned forward and his stare intensified. The air that was flowing through the cracked window quickly dried out your eyeball and you blinked, tears forming. A loud clap made you jump, forcing you to open your eyes and see that Connie had clapped his hands together and rocked backwards with a victorious smirk.

“I won!” He jeered as he hopped a seat closer to you, long locks swaying in the breeze. From the closer proximity you could make out the logo on his shirt, a lone cabin with an oak tree and fancy cursive lettering that read: “Turning Point Farms”. A dead giveaway that Connie was a returning camper.

“What?” You said a bit nervously as Connie jumped yet another seat closer to you, his eyes now trained on Aspen, who you were still gripping. From this distance you could now smell the prominent scent of weed that hung in the air around him. He raised a brow at you and dug into his pocket, producing a dab pen, which he dangled between his index and thumb.

“Care for a hit before a year of sobriety?” Connie asked, ignoring your befuddlement. Your mouth twisted into a frown at the sight, but you still took the pen. Pocketing the device as he stared at you in shock. You smirked at how quickly the tables had turned.

“I’ve been sober.” You said a bit cheekily as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“No need to be a hard ass.” Connie grumbled as he switched his focus to your dog, who was pulling at the harness, eager to greet him.

“Sorry.” You said weakly as you loosened your grip and allowed Aspen to sniff Connie’s offered fist.

“Who is this?” He asked as he scratched behind her ears, much to her pleasure.

“This is Aspen, my Australian Shepherd.” You introduced her proudly, and her stumpy tail wagged at the mention of her name.

“Cool, how old?” Connid asked as he slipped his hands beneath her harness and scratched her sides.

“Three years, do you have pets?” You asked, trying to find a common ground.

“Used to have a hamster, but I flushed it down the toilet when I was six.” Connie commented nonchalantly as he pressed a kiss to Aspen’s forehead.

“Oh...I’m sorry?” You said awkwardly as you grimaced.

“Don’t be, he was an annoying little fucker.” Connie chuckled as he leaned back and looked out the window and immediately perked up.

“Hey look you can see the house from here!” He said enthusiastically, pointing towards the front of the bus, which was turning down a long winding road framed by tall trees on either side. Sure enough, at the end of the long dirt drive, a massive white farmhouse sat perched on a small hill in the middle of a clearing, to the right a huge red barn sat, and even further right, a massive stable with sprawling paddocks. To the left, there was another barn, this one looked like it was more like a space for people then animals, with nice rocking chairs set up under the overhanging roof that wrapped around the barn. Behind the whole scene was the mountains and uninterrupted wilderness.

“Been here before?” Connie called to the girls in the back, but when they showed zero interest in talking to him, he turned back to you and raised a brow.

“Uh no.” You said with a nervous smile and he nodded before pointing out towards the stables.

“Out that way is the lake, opposite direction is the trails.” He said with a proud nod and then pointed to the space between the barn and the house.

“Over yonder is the chicken coop, one of my personal favorites.” He said with a wink before standing up, gripping the seat in front of him as he rocked excitedly on his heels.

The bus came to a screeching halt and Lavern leaned forward to dig out a cigarette and lit it, blowing out a puff of smoke. She grappled with the lever for the door for a moment before cursing loudly.

“Damn it all! Connie, come kick this piece of shit open for me sweet pea!” Connie was quick to comply, even going as far as saluting her before jogging to the doors and lifting his leg. With one swift kick the door flew open and the cool fall breeze swept in. You swept up your bags as well as Aspen’s leash before carefully picking your way down the aisle. Lavern nodded at you and pulled the cigarette out of her mouth, blowing a puff of smoke out to the side.

“Take it easy sweet heart.” She said, voice raspy and eyes twinkling behind her dramatic glasses.

“Thanks for the ride.” You smiled and guided Aspen down the steps and out onto the gravel drive. She panted anxiously as Connie adjusted the straps on his lone bag and pushed his long hair off of his face.

“First thoughts?” Connie asked, looking back at you as he rested his hands on his hips.

“It’s beautiful.” You smiled brightly at him, but you were distracted by the squeaks of the suspension as the two girls climbed down the steps. They also only carried one bag each, they looked as if they had seen better days. Or at least, you hoped that they had. The taller girl was keeping the other girl upright as she struggled to stand on her own.

“Someone looks like they partied.” Connie said before impulsively scratching his head, hazel eyes squinting as he hit the itchy spot. You looked back once more at the girls before your attention was turned to a chipper woman who ambled down the old porch stairs. Your eyes widened as she booked it down the hill at record speed, her arms swinging to keep her balance. Once she reached the bus, she took a few steadying breaths before swinging her arm toward the arch that the bus was parked under. You followed her hand and smiled, the bold letters spelled out-

“Welcome to Turning Point.” The brunette smirked and straightened up, pushing her bangs out of her face.

“Hange!” Connie opened his arms and jogged up to her, but the brunette caught him by his forehead, her eyes narrowed at him as she used her other hand to hold him at bay by his shoulder.

“Hold it right there Shaggy, I know how you operate.” Connie sulked and pushed his bottom lip out and went limp in her grasp.

“Gotta watch out for this one, he has surprisingly soft hands.” Hange said with a wink and you raised a brow, suddenly as she scanned over the other two girls.

“But enough about that!” Hange said, suddenly shoving Connie away, he swung his arms as he tried to fight for his balance. You had been so interested in the exchange before you that you almost missed the two nurses jogging up after Hange.

“Alright ladies, let’s get you all settled!” She said with a softer tone as she stooped to pick up their bags. The two nurses had finally caught up and both offered you smiles.

“Hi, I’m Moblit, the head nurse here.” The dirty blonde man said, extending his hand to the smallest girl, who flinched at the motion, despite her reluctance he seemed to take it in stride. As Hange marched back up the hill you followed, feeling a bit lost and useless.

“My name is Nifa.” the other nurse introduced herself as she blew some of her strawberry blonde hair out of her face.

“I’m (Y/n), I’m the new counselor here.” You said with a slightly forced smile as Nifa nodded as the group of people slowly began migrating up the hill.

“Excellent! I’ll be showing you ladies around this afternoon!” Hange said enthusiastically as she heaved one of the bags over her shoulder.

“Hey what about me!” Connie whined as he readjusted his bag and pushed his tangled hair out of his face.

“He’ll be out soon Connie!” Hange called over her shoulder as she pushed onwards, Nifa excused herself and went to help the other girl who seemed a bit jittery. You tailed the group, Aspen eagerly pulling at the leash, trying to take in all of the new surroundings, you glanced back at the bus one final time. Lavern must have managed to close the doors, because Connie was now banging on the bus door, his palm slapping loudly against the glass as Lavern cackled in the driver’s seat. You smiled and turned forward once more, focusing on keeping Aspen from chasing a small gaggle of geese that was crossing the dirt path in front of you.

“I’ll have Mike show you the kennels.” Hange shouted over her shoulder, you nodded in understanding, you felt bad for Aspen, but you knew that it would be best for her to sleep in the kennel.

“Okay thank you.” You said appreciatively as you managed to regain Aspen’s attention, the two of you still trailing behind the group.

“Hange, Nifa and I can handle getting these two settled in if you would like to show (Y/n) around.” Moblit said with a soft smile as he adjusted his grip on the small girl.

“Alright, only if you’re sure.” Hange sighed as she set the bags down by the top of the stairs.

“We’ve got them.” Nifa said reassuringly as the pair continued on into the house while you and Hange remained out on the porch.

The screen door slammed loudly behind them as they ascended the stairs, where you assumed the rooms were. You could hear a commotion going on somewhere in the house, the sound of pots banging followed by some colorful curse words.

“Ah our lovely chef Niccolo, you’ll meet him tonight.” Hange informed you as she steered you in the direction of the pole barn to the left of the house.

“Oh wow, what kind of meals do you guys usually have?” You asked, leaning down to pet Aspen, who was panting loudly.

“You know, the balanced ones.” Hange said coyly, waving her wrist around dismissively.

“Oh I almost forgot!” Hange slammed her fist against the door a few times, the flimsy screen door rattling at the impact.

“Levi! Connie is at the base of the hill waiting for you!” She called into the house. The far off sound of a toilet flushing and then one of the doors that lined the front hallway swung open. A man wearing a bandanna over his mouth and hair emerged, bright yellow gloves covering the majority of his arms. He wore a jean jacket that looked well worn, a cream colored turtleneck underneath, and a pair of black jeans as well as old brown work boots. He sighed and peeled the gloves off of his hands as he stalked out of the house, pushing past the door he spared you a fleeting glance before shoving his yellow gloves into your chest. Aspen sniffed at his pants leg as he glared at Hange. He pulled the bandannas off of his head to reveal his inky black undercut, which was surprisingly well kept.

“And you left him unattended?” He growled as you struggled to catch the rubber gloves.

“He’s fine, look he’s waiting patiently for you!” Hange held her arm out towards where the bus was pulling off towards the pole barn, Connie was giving chase, his long hair flowing behind him as he booked it after the bus. Levi groaned and shot a chilling glare at Hange who shrugged.

“I’ll be back.” Levi grumbled as he walked down the stairs with a little bit of a hustle in his step.

“Oh I almost forgot! He’s got a bad case this time!” Hange called after Levi as he marched across the large lawn. Levi turned and glared as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a pair of blue latex gloves which he snapped on over his hands. Hange cackled as she watched him ball his hands into fists and you let the rubber gloves in your hands fall to your sides as you stared after him. You then turned to look at them and frowned, what were you, his mom? You stalked over to one of the small tables that were by the rocking chairs and set them down with a scoff.

“Right then, back on task!” Hange chirped as she turned to head in the opposite direction that Levi had gone in. Hange led you through the large yard, all the way out to the barn, where she showed you the facilities’s therapy animals, that also doubled as a source of income, the cows were used for milk, goats as well, sheep for wool. It was rather efficient, the space was clean and you could tell that Aspen was already falling in love with the sheep.

Behind the barn was the chicken coop and the duck pen, both of which were butchered and used for eggs respectively. Hange showed you the storage room where the feed and other tools were kept.

“But you won’t have to worry too much about the animals, that’s Mike’s job.” Hange explained as she steered you towards the stables. The large building was filled with beautiful horses, which were already fed and watered for the evening. She explained that they were used mostly for the cattle that free roamed the acres that the farm owned. She also assured you that you would get to learn how to corral the cattle, something about: “Erwin made that a team effort.” you had smiled and nodded. Even though you had never ridden a horse in your damn life.

Next you trekked across to the pole barn, which had a large basketball court, as well as a few rooms for crafts and other group activities. Hange even showed you the living space that was on the upper level.

“This is where Mike and Nanaba sleep.” She said, showing you the makeshift apartment that they had renovated to fit in the upper level of the barn.

“Wow, this is so nice.” You complimented as Aspen sniffed at the table leg.

“Ah she probably smells Buck, Mike’s red heeler.” Hange said with a chuckle, stooping down to scratch Aspen’s back.

“She loves playing with other dogs.” you assured her as the two of you made your way out of the barn and back towards the house in the fading light.

“Good, we got plenty of ‘em around here.” Hange huffed and you smiled, excited to meet all of the animals that the facility had to offer.

“I’ll show you to the kennels and then to your room.” She did just that, helping you settle Aspen into her new home for the next year, where four other dogs were already chowing down on their dinner. A massive man with blonde hair and a scraggly beard was finishing up watering the dogs as the two of you entered.

“Mike! This is our newbie (Y/n) and her dog Aspen.” Hange introduced you and you nodded politely at him as he grunted and stooped to greet your dog before you, which you only took minorly offensive.

“Pleased to meet you.” He said in a gruff voice as he rose to his full height once more.

“Likewise.” You said as you reached down to undo Aspen’s harness and put her away in the spacious kennel that was attached to the barn. Mike assured you that he would feed her for you and waved you and Hange off, mumbling about how you were disturbing his routine.

Finally you and Hange wandered into the huge house. It had a porch that wrapped around the entire house, a front door and back door. The front door opened up into a hallway that went straight into the living room, which was very homey, on the right there was a bunch of doors that Hange explained were rooms that the staff used to sleep in whenever they had campers who tended to wander during the night. She then led you back towards the front of the house, going left where the dining room was, a series of mismatched tables that were currently being set by a brunette girl, her hands shaking as she worked. You could see how thin she was and your heart ached for her. Hange steered you towards the kitchen, where a blonde man was slaving away over the stove, along with two boys, one brunette and the other a dirty blonde.

“Jean and Eren are on kitchen duty tonight, helping Niccolo.” Hange explained as you took a moment to watch the boys work. They were doing the dishes, Eren washing while Jean dried. The two of you then continued on with the tour, up the stairs to the second floor. Here was the rooms, none of them had doors, inside each was a simple bed and some minor personal flares. One of the most notable was a picture wall, neatly measured out to be a perfect square. From the distance you could make out at least three distinguishable faces, Eren, as well as two other kids, a girl with black hair and a blonde boy. A sudden crash made both you and Hange go rigid, the two of you marched down the hall to see the girl from earlier, the tallest one in a blinding rage. Nifa was trying her best to help the girl get unpacked but no matter how many times she put the clothes away, the girl just threw them out onto the floor.

“Give me a moment please.” Hange excused herself as she stalked into the room and began speaking in a hushed tone to the girl who in turn screamed back.

“I don’t care! I just want to be with her. Why is that so hard to understand!” She wailed before collapsing onto the bed, Hange sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her bicep soothingly. You watched with a worried expression as the girl tried to feebly push Hange off, her hand slapping pathetically against her chest. Hange looked on with a patient expression as she waited for her to calm down. Once the girl had tired herself out Nifa took over, finishing up the cleaning and then thanking Hange who slipped away from the slumped girl.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for one day don’t you?” Hange sounded tired, as she led you back down the stairs and into one of the staff rooms.

“Yes I agree.” You said with a slightly forced smile as you dropped your bag onto the bed. Hange reached into her jean pocket and pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper.

“Here’s the weekly schedule. Tonight I have you helping with detox for Connie, it’s gunna be a rough one.” Hange said with a sympathetic smile.

“Normally I wouldn’t give a rookie this responsibility but we’re shorthanded right now so…”

“It’s fine I can manage.” You smiled and swept some hair out of your face.

“Yeah and Zeke shouldn’t be in until tomorrow afternoon with the restock for the meds, so we’ll be roughing it tonight, it’ll be all hands on deck.” Hange mumbled with her hand on her chin as she thought. You nodded in understanding and shuffled a bit nervously.

“But don’t worry, I won’t leave you completely alone, Levi will be with you. I’m sure the two of you will get along just fine.” Hange assured you.

“Okay well do you want something to eat?” Hange offered with an apologetic smile.

“Ah actually I think that I’ll handle this better on an empty stomach.” You grimaced and she nodded in understanding.

“Well then, I better go help out Alice, she’s going to have a rough night.” Hange excused herself and you stared down at the crumpled paper in your hands, the list taking up the entirety of the page. You decided that you didn’t want to get into it at the moment, instead pushing the paper into your back pocket. You marched down the hall towards the basement door, where Hange had told you the detox room was. Basically it was a room with a toilet, shower, and a small cot. Once you reached the foot of the stairs you heard the gags, and the sound of heavy breathing.

“-That’s it.” Levi’s baritone voice seemed to echo off of the empty basements walls from the crack in the door of the detox room.

“Shut the fuck up.” Connie moaned and you heard Levi chuckle darkly.

“I’m just trying to help you.” Levi said, voice surprisingly soft.

“Yeah like you haven’t done enough already, cut my damn dreads, scrubbed me raw, threw out my shoes and took away my phone!” Connie sounded like he wasn’t too upset, which you admired briefly before you heard the sound of him purging again.

“You know the rules, besides I couldn’t let you walk around looking like a hot mess.” You could hear the sound of a hand patting someone’s back and you assumed Levi was soothing Connie. You approached the door and rapped on the frame gently.

“Who is it?” Levi’s voice seemed to harden with each syllable and you winced.

“It’s me, Hange sent me to help you guys out.” You said, even though to you it seemed that Levi had things covered.

“Come on in.” He welcomed and pushed inside the room, it was painted a soothing grey, with an open shower and toilet as well as a sink but no mirror. The bed was pressed against the corner and had only a thin blanket and a limp pillow. Levi and Connie were both crouched by the toilet, your eyes widened at Connie’s fresh haircut. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he said that Levi had cut off his dreads. Connie now had a buzzcut, his peach fuzz exposed the skin on his scalp and on the back of his neck, which was littered with tiny red bites. You realized that it must have been lice, and you frowned but went to crouch on his other side.

“Hey man.” You greeted with a weak smile.

“Hey sexy.” Connie rested his cheek on his forearm as he turned his head to greet you. Levi scoffed and stood up to wet a washcloth.

“How’re you feeling?” You asked, reaching behind him to run your fingertips gently over his scapula, he shivered and smiled a watery smile at you, sniffling slightly before composing himself.

“Like fucking shit.” He laughed, but it held little to no humor.

“I’m sure.” You sympathized and continued rubbing his back as he turned to look back into the bowl of the toilet as he dry heaved. Levi came back with the warm washcloth and draped it over the back of Connie’s neck and the boy shivered at the sensation. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt Levi rest a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Hope you aren’t wearing anything too nice.” He said a bit wryly before releasing you and returning to his place next to Connie.

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xandertheundead · 5 years ago

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Helloooo, this is for the kissing prompts 7 + Reddie 💞👀

Of course!

...to shut them up

Richie shut the door slowly, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could and winced a little when the door clicked a bit as it closed. He waited a moment, to see if she would wake up, but when no sounds of a posses off one year old came Richie counted it as a win.

Coby has been an absolute cluster fuck since the moment she had woken up that morning, demanding a waffle then changing her mind and throwing it on the floor once Richie had made it. She was mad when he wasn’t holding her, but also mad when he picked her up, she kept grabbing Mr. Bagel Face’s tail and pulling until he tried to swipe at her.

No one should ever have to deal with a one year old with a cat scratch.

When him and Eddie had decided that Richie would be the one staying at home most of the time when Coby had been born, Richie had been fucking ecstatic. Being a house husband sounded like the best gig in the world! Make sure things we kept kinda clean, cook food, run some errands and get high on baby snugs all day?

Sign him the fuck up.

Only, that wasn’t exactly it. No one had warned Richie that the tiny adorable wrinkled monkey that they had taken home that day would one day become just the absolute devil incarnate. She had refused to nap, getting mad when he even tried to take her near her room, she only got about six percent of the pureed broccoli Eddie had made her last night in her mouth, the other ninety-four percent had been splattered all over the kitchen.

She’d hit him in the face hard enough to really hurt, she’d spilled his coffee all over herself and him (luckily it had been cold), she had pulled a chunk of his hair out, messed up his stand-up notes by bashing her tiny fat hands on the keyboard of his laptop and had decided all the toilet paper needed to go in the guest bathroom toilet.

Talking to the plumber, a real adult, had been the highlight of his day.

And now she was finally out, finally asleep and Jesus he was fucking exhausted.

Richie ran his hands through his slightly greasy hair, deciding he needed to shower before Eddie came home, when he heard the sound of the garage door opening. He frowned and glanced up, listening to the soft muted sound of Eddie closing his door and coming in through the door.

Oh thank god. Eddie was home early.

But Richie’s happiness was cut short, pure panic racing through his veins when he heard Eddie shut the door and then yell.

“Richie? Coby! Papa is home!”

Oh shit!

Even if her sound machine was on, Eddie’s voice had always had this weird effect on Coby, she could pick his voice out of a crowd of thousands and could hear it even from long distances. It could even wake her up out of a dead sleep.

Fucking bat baby.

Richie hadn’t moved so fast in a long time, running down the hallway and pretty much vaulting down the stairs. His socked feet landed heavily on the floor, wincing when his left knee felt that, but he had no time to worry about that and slip sprinted toward the kitchen where the garage led into the house.

Eddie looked up when he slid into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow but also having that perfect beautiful smile on his face. “Hey! There you are! Where’s our girl, I thought we could go out and- mmmf!”

Richie cut off anymore loud things Eddie had to say by grabbing his husband by the face and smashing their lips together with the passion only a deranged man who had been tortured for hours and now had freedom could give. He pushed past Eddie’s weak sound of protest, sliding his tongue into Eddie’s mouth just to make sure this beautiful idiot stayed quiet.

How they ended up on the kitchen table making out like they were fucking sixteen again was anyone’s guess really, but when Eddie finally pulled away with a gasp and kept his hands on Richie’s chest to keep him away, Richie finally stopped.

“What the fuck, Richie?”

“You’re loud.”

Eddie’s face twisted in a weird mix of confusion and the start of irritation, which was honestly gorgeous on him with his cheeks so flushed. “Excuse me?”

Richie couldn’t help but let out a tired laugh and shook his head. “You’re loud, she’s finally asleep and I fucking need her to stay asleep.”

Understanding quickly made its way over Eddie’s face, his face softening as he reached out to cup Richie’s jaw and give him the softest kiss that felt like a balm on Richie’s hacked up nerves. “I’m guessing the Empress wasn’t a gentle and kind ruler today?”

“God, she was fucking awful, Eds!” Richie cried, loving how Eddie pulled him closer so he could rest his head on his shoulder. Eddie’s smell always seemed to calm him down. “She’s got to be getting a new tooth or something because I was ready to sell her to Satan.”

Eddie huffed a laugh. “Better not be just for a corn chip. That’s my daughter you’re thinking of selling.”

Richie grinned, giving a soft kiss to the exposed part of Eddie’s neck above his collar. “Um no. I would obviously raise the price to two corn chips. One for each of us.”

Eddie let out the laugh that Richie loved the most, where the laugh came from his stomach and was warm in every way.

“Always thinking of me. Thanks, but I think maybe no selling our kid to the lord of darkness, I kind of love her.”

“Yeah.” Richie sighed. “Me too.”

Richie could help but groan when Eddie’s fingers moved into his hair and started to scratch gently.

“How about a shower?” Eddie suggested. “I can help you wash your back and maybe help you get rid of some of that...stress.”

Richie popped up quickly, looking down at Eddie in excitement. “Are you offering sass, my good lad?”

“Not if you call me lad again.” Eddie replied deadpanned and then squawked when Richie picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. “Hey!”

“Gotta be quiet, Eds.” Richie warned. “Cause if she wakes up I’m putting you on rocking duty and you’ll still owe me that sass.”

“I’m going to sell you to Satan for two corn chips.”

He loved this man.Send Me A Prompt!

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fandersrequests · 5 years ago

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Prompt Fill | Moceit

Title: You Win Some, You Steal Some

Chapter: Chapter One: Good News, Bad News

Ship(s): Main Ship - Moceit (Eventual), Background Ships - 3 Surprise Ships

Summary: Janus Noirblanc may not be a real parent but he's every bit the dedicated guardian as all the PTA parents. When his little brother and ward comes home with a flyer advertising the next PTA bake sale, Janus decides its time to show these rich kid's parents how its done. Especially the cute dad with the cardigan always tied around his neck.

Prompt: PTA rivals. She did say in her prompt "plot twist - they are dating" but considering muse decided that this is gonna be a Big Ol' Fic, I'm hoping she forgives me.

Requester: @sunshineandteddybears

Rating: PG-13

Chapters: One | Two

If you prefer AO3′s format, you can find the fanfic here. Also, the tag for this specific story/au is ywsyss au, if you want to track it for updates as I don’t do tag lists.

Chapter One: Good News, Bad News

"Hey."

Janus looked up from the newspaper he had been reading, heterochromatic eyes seeking the owner of the voice that had sounded through the apartment.

“Virgil. My favorite son. Tell me, how was school today?” Janus called back.

The boy in question stepped into the living room, dropping his messenger bag by the couch. Janus caught the tail end of the double eye roll, smirking.

“You’re crazier than I thought if you think I’m suddenly gonna tell you shit. Just because you are my guardian does not mean I’m gonna open up to you. You’re still my older brother and I’m not your son.”

“Sure thing, Hamilton.”

Janus watched as his younger brother came to the couch, stretching his limbs for a few seconds. The older man snorted at the thought that he looked like a slinky alley cat stretching like that. A few more seconds and Virgil had slunk so far down into the couch that it almost seemed as if the couch was absorbing him.

Silence fell between them but it was comfortable. It did make him think about the people who were awed when he told them he was raising his kid brother. They were certain Virgil must be a terror. He laughed and wiped invisible tears of glee before setting them straight; if anything, Janus was likely more of a terror for Virgil than the other way around.

“Oh. I have something for you. Er, well… two somethings.”

Janus raised a brow, an interested expression slipping onto his face.

“Oh?”

Virgil blushed then. Or was it blanched. Honestly, it looked a lot like both with the way his cheeks were splotchy here and there. A hand rose to rub at the back of his neck and it was this along with the fact that Virgil would no longer look him in the eyes that told Janus that at least one of these something was a “bad” something.

“Do I want to know?”

Virgil hesitated, his lip bit suddenly and he started to rock. Janus felt a rush of fear, knowing the signs that a panic attack could very well be not too far off. He took deep breaths himself and Virgil’s own breathing soon followed. The older man felt a rush of relief as he watched Virgil take one single deep, deep breath before letting it out slowly. Janus smiled at Virgil when the other looked his way once more, the pride easy to read in his gaze. Virgil said nothing about the almost attack. They had agreed with Virgil’s psychiatrist, Dr. Picani, that—for Virgil—bringing up the act could cause more anxiety so soon after and so they pretended as if nothing had happened until Virgil was fully calmed.

“Okay, good news or bad news first?”

“Bad.” It would definitely benefit them both to end on the good note.

Virgil nodded, having expected that, and rose. Janus watched as his brother made his way to his bag, crouching down to rummage through it. Virgil presumably pulled paper from it as when he stood up and returned, there were a couple sheets of paper in his hand. Virgil quickly shoved one of them at him.

Janus took it, brow quirked as he took in the fear in Virgil’s eyes. Glancing down, Janus could see why. The paper was his most recent report card and Virgil had not done too well.

Honestly though, it was definitely not his worst report card. In fact, his brother’s grades had been improving significantly over the last year and a half—ever since their parents had died in that car crash—and though Virgil tried to play it off, Janus made sure he told Virgil he was proud. Still, this report card showed he was still struggling in Algebra and Chemistry. Janus was certain that this time it was less depression and grief and more that Virgil just was not a natural at the “left brain” subjects.

“Okay, so… we need a little more focus and study in Algebra and Chemistry but Virgil… this really isn’t that bad. You’ve had far worse cards than this—understandably so considering… well, not important. Point is, we can work with this, Virge. This does mean I’ll have to get you a tutor.”

Virgil suddenly stirred from his slouch, straightening up more than normal.

“I’ve actually got a friend who knows this guy in our grade who is like… really smart. Especially in these subjects. Roman gave me his number if you want it?”

Janus narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know why but he was certain he could hear a hint of hope but that didn’t make sense…

Oh. The boy’s got a crush on this kid.

He laughed silently to himself, not wishing to let Virgil in on the fact that he had figured out why he was acting a little strange. Part of him did want to tease but he decided that could wait.

“Okay, yeah. Sure. I’ll have to interview him, of course.”

Virgil’s pupils dilated, presumably out of fear or worry but he masked his expression quick enough. When he nodded, Janus grinned.

“Well, there it is then. All figured out. I’m going to hold onto this though.”

Setting it on his lap, he nodded at the second sheet of paper that Virgil had retrieved, still clutched firmly in his hand.

“And what’s this one?”

Virgil’s brows screwed up in confusion until he looked down at the paper in his hand, as if he had forgotten he was still holding it. Likely, Janus supposed, considering his fear at giving him the report card.

“Oh! Right. That bake sale thing you always get so gung-ho about… they were passing out these in our classes. For the PTA. I thought, since you love cooking and baking so much, that you might enjoy it but then again, it’s for the PTA and you’re not really my parent and you probably think its dumb and I’m starting to regret calling it good news but… yeah.”

Janus snorted and shook his head.

“I mean, probably usually you would be right but I would love nothing more than to out bake all those prissy moms.”

Virgil snorted.

“Why am I not surprised?” he asked as he handed Janus the flyer.

Janus looked the flyer over. According to it, the bake sale would be the Saturday next at the school gym, 10:00 AM sharp. Janus would have to get off work that day but honestly, it would be so worth it. In fact, he supposed he might as well take Friday off as well. If he was going to out bake the rich kid’s parents then he was going all in. No sense doing something half assed, especially when showing rich people up.

“I guess this means I’ll have to join the PTA. Any idea who runs it?”

“Logan’s mom… oh, uh… Logan being the guy that—”

“Yes, yes. The tutoring kid. I’ll just ask to talk to her when I call him about setting up some sessions.”

Virgil blushed but said nothing as he slid his hands into the pockets of his favorite hoodie. Janus held back a teasing grin, not wanting to let his little brother in on the fact he figured it out.

“Cool,” he said finally.

“Mmhm.”

Janus could feel the air around them growing awkward and he let Virgil chill in that awkward for a good, healthy few moments before clapping his hands together.

“Well, I’d say that’s enough excitement for the evening. Now, I was going to cook but after this trying time due to that Report Card—”

“Ass.”

“—I don’t really feel up to it. How about I let you drive my car and you go pick us up some burgers or something?”

Virgil perked up after that, happily accepting the errand since it meant he got to drive. Janus had made sure that Virgil took Driver’s Ed and then the driving test, but they couldn’t afford a second car so Janus let Virgil drive when there were short errands that could be done close by.

“Great.” Janus tossed his little brother the keys. “Be sure to readjust the mirrors and wear your seat belt.”

“Yes, Mom.”

Janus made a face at that before staring at his little brother pointedly. Virgil sighed.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. But I do know all this stuff… but I know you’re just looking out for me.”

It was the closest he would get to a thank you and Janus was happy to take it.

“I’ll text you what I want so you have it when you get there.”

Virgil nodded. Janus watched as he subconsciously checked for his wallet, phone, and keys in his hand. He smiled, knowing that he had taught Virgil that and it was so nice to see it stick. Next, Janus handed Virgil his card.

“Fill the car up first. Then get the food.”

“Kay. See you, loser.”

“Heh. See you soon, V.”

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an-everything-blog · 5 years ago

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Milkshakes

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: Billy stands up for you when a jock starts to make fun of you at a party. Friendship ensues. Heavily inspired by Ed Sheeran’s, I Don’t Care

Word Count: 2.9K

Author’s Note: Hello loves! I have been obsessed with Stranger Things and I couldn’t help, but fall for Billy Hargrove and just had to write for him! I was listening this this song on my way to work the other day and this just came to mind as I listened to it! I hope you like it!!

I'm at a party I don't wanna be at And I don't ever wear a suit and tie Wonderin' if I could sneak out the back Nobody's even lookin' me in my eyes

You slowly made your way through Brian Johnson’s house with your head low to avoid all the drunk idiots in the party. When Nancy invited you to the Summer Smash-Out you certainly did not think you’d actually go. Parties are definitely not your look and everyone in Hawkins knew that, but you promised Nancy you would try it at least once. For a moment you considered just turning back and going back home or maybe to the diner a few blocks over to grab a milkshake. It’s not like anyone knew your name or knew who you were.

You sighed and trudged further into the house to find Nancy just so she’d get off your back about it. You’d stay for a little while, then you’d get a milkshake as a reward for torturing yourself like this. You looked around and didn’t see any sign of Nancy, so you opted to stand in a somewhat secluded corner and wait for her to show up. You didn’t really talk to anyone at school preferring to stay to yourself. You and Johnathan were friends which lead you to befriend Nancy as well. You weren’t close friends, but they were kind and didn’t seem too bad.

Don't think I fit in at this party Everyone's got so much to say I always feel like I'm nobody Who wants to fit in anyway?

You looked around at all the teenage girls wearing their short and tight dresses and frowned looking down at your own attire. You were sporting black ripped skinny jeans and an oversized AC/DC band T-shirt you found at a thrift store.

You finally saw Nancy and Johnathan come in through the front door making you sigh in relief. You were starting to get worried and was about to high tail it and run to get your delicious milkshake. You slowly started making your way toward them to prove your being here. You were finally so close to freedom.

As you were making your way around the corner to the front door Tommy Brown the quarterback on Hawkins football team forcefully bumped into you and you could tell before you even turned around that he was heavily intoxicated. He scoffed fixing his eyes down at you.

“What the hell is this ugly fucking loser doing here?” He looked over at his teammate Sam who shrugged uninterested. You furrowed your brows together and stood tall.

“Excuse me?” You questioned incredulous. What the hell is wrong with this guy? You hadn’t done shit to him. You even helped him with his math before and he’s treating you like this?

'Cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah All the bad things disappear And you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody

“Tommy just leave her the fuck alone, alright? She’s not doing nothin to no one by being here.” You heard from behind you. Confused, you quickly turned over your shoulder to see the new king of Hawkins, Billy Hargrove with a cigarette between his lips. He stood tall in his infamous leather jacket with his chest bare and glistening with a pair of tight dark blue jeans. His hair looked curlier than usual and his eye’s shined bright with dominance.

To say that you were unbelievably shocked was an understatement. You did not think in a million years you would see Billy Hargrove stand up for you. Your mouth was agape as he walked past you giving you a quick glance before standing in front of Tommy.

He chuckled and swayed unevenly, “You sticking up for this lame ass fucking nerd?” Tommy laughed loudly gathering even more attention from the crowd than before. Your cheeks burned without your permission as he insulted you. Billy clenched his jaw before exhaling.

“She has a fucking name you dip-shit. (Y/n) will get farther in life than any other person in this low-life shit-hole. Leave her alone before I knock your teeth in.” Billy growled in his face. Tommy’s eyes widened as he stepped back from Billy pulling his hands up in surrender. Then just like nothing happened, Tommy and Sam turned and walked outside to the backyard.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Billy had been in this town for a little while now, but you had no idea that he knew who you were. You remember when he came into your second hour and sat right behind you in the only open seat. He had already been the talk of the morning so all eyes were on him when he made his way to his seat. You were too busy to notice though as you were doodling on your notes. Soon after he tapped on your shoulder and asked for a pencil with that winning smile you would soon learn he gave to all the girls in town. Nothing more happened between you both.

No one really knew who you were so it came as a shock that Billy even knew your name. You never introduced yourself to him or even spoken more than ten words to him. You suddenly heard someone clear their throat and you looked up to see Billy looking down at you. You were at a loss for words as Billy looked hard into your eyes. He could tell that you were close to crying because your eyes were watery. From anyone else’s view it wouldn’t be noticeable, but he was close enough to see through your toughness.

'Cause I don't care, as long as you just hold me near You can take me anywhere And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody I can deal with the bad nights When I'm with my baby, yeah

“You alright (Y/n)?” He asked softly, a completely different tone from what you usually hear from Billy Hargrove. You blinked quickly while nodding.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. You didn’t have to do that.” You said just as soft. He looked down to your lips instinctively, but hastily back to your eyes.

“He was being a dickhead, so…” He mumbled. You nodded agreeing with him. The crowd finally dissipated and you looked around rather timid. You still felt like people were staring even though it looked as if they weren’t. Billy seemed to sense this.

“Hey, you want to get out of here?” He abruptly asked and you looked at him wide eyed. You always told yourself if he tempted you like this you would definitely say no, but right now your anxiety was through the roof and Billy was the only one that was making you feel safe as crazy as it sounded. You nodded rapidly and Billy swiftly threw his arm around your shoulders leading you through the doorway. Your body was burning at how close you were to Billy and the fact that he threw his arm around you so nonchalantly. You caught Nancy’s stare on your way out and she gave you a small worried, but happy smile.

Billy guided you to his blue Camaro and opened the passenger side to let you in. You mumbled a thanks and sat down on the cool leather. Once in the car he turned the key; igniting the car to life and speed off into the night.

“Where to Doll-face?” he smirked looking over your weary, unsure form. You’re not used to doing things unplanned.

“Uhh well before that shit-show happened I was going to go to Matt’s Diner and have a milkshake.” You chuckled slightly embarrassed at your lame plan. Who goes to a diner to drink a milkshake by their-self? He chuckled soon after though before replying.

“Lucky for you, I’m a sucker for their chocolate milkshakes.” He stated confidently before turning down the street of Matt’s Diner.

You both sat quietly with his chocolate milkshake and your plain vanilla both topped with whip cream and a cherry sitting on the table. Billy plucked his cherry into his mouth before sticking the stem of the cherry into his mouth. Only seconds later he pulled the stem out, tied in a tight knot. This made you chuckle while your cheeks burned away.

“How do you know me?” You suddenly asked grabbing Billy’s attention instantly.

“We have second hour together, I sit right behind you remember?” He said casually glancing away showing signs of apprehension. You rolled your eyes a bit playfully.

“I know that Dingus, I mean I’ve never introduced myself to you. It’s just shocking that you even cared to know it.” You ended quietly looking down taking a sip of your milkshake.

“Are you kidding?” He scoffed, “How could I not know the name of the girl that has any sense of taste in music in this god-forsaken town!” Billy exclaimed chuckling forcefully. You grinned looking down at your AC/DC shirt.

“You’re right. I fear that we may be the only ones in this town who knows what good music is.” You tell him as if it’s a secret which has him grinning like a fool. He had never met someone that he was so easily attracted to: physically and surprisingly emotionally as well. Your face was so naturally beautiful him it made him nervous at times. He hadn’t really had feelings like this so he opted to keep his distance for a while to let you know that he didn’t want to cause any trouble with you.

“Thank you, Billy. For tonight. It.. really meant a lot.” You said barely above a whisper after you both quitted for a few minutes. Billy took a few seconds to look up from his milkshake, but once he did he could tell how much it meant to you. You were biting your lip softly and he had to resist the urge to pull it from your teeth. He quickly nodded before looking away.

“It’s not true you know.” Billy said calmly while playing with his straw. You raised your eyebrows in question.

“What’s not true?” You pressed in wonder. He shrugged before responding.

“Tommy saying that shit about you being ugly. It’s not true. You’re sexy and you’re cool and you’re smart on top of that. He’s just being a pussy-whip because you won’t give him a second glance.” He scoffed the last part. Your body was on fire at his compliments. His stare was hard and honest and serious and you couldn’t physically stand to hold his gaze.

“Billy...” You trailed off before he interrupted.

“No I’m serious. You’re the first real person I’ve met in this fake ass town and it’s stunning. Fuck anyone who thinks you should fit in with their lame asses.” Billy leaned back grabbing ahold of his milkshake glass slipping his straw past his lips and slurping the rest of his milkshake. You chuckled softly.

“Yeah well. Unfortunately this town is filled with fake ass people. That’s why I tend to stay by myself.” You say rubbing your arm. He looks at you for a moment before grabbing his keys and standing.

“C’mon, let’s go for a drive.” Billy smirked grabbing your hand. You giggled and followed him out. Thus starting your friendship with the king of Hawkins himself.

We at a party we don't wanna be at Tryna talk, but we can't hear ourselves Read your lips, I'd rather kiss 'em right back With all these people all around I'm crippled with anxiety But I'm told it's where I'm supposed to be

You really didn’t think you’d ever be back at another party but after befriending Billy he thought it’d be better than the last time for both of you to go together. Walking up to Sally’s house you took a deep breath before looking to Billy. He smiled down at you while chewing his gum and pressed you both forward. You both decided to go to the Back to School party to let off some steam before schoolwork really decided to be too much for you.

Opening the door seemed to attract a few glances. As you walked further in more and more people were looking at you both. What really got the whispers going is what you were wearing. You were still sporting your usual skinny jeans and band T-shirt, but what had everyone talking was the black leather jacket that Billy let you have for the night after you complained of being cold. You shook your head and looked down avoiding other peoples gazes as others called out greetings to Billy.

You both were in the living room where the heart of the party was. The music was blasting and you could hardly hear yourself think. Billy suddenly tapped your arm and you looked over to him. His lips were moving but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. You focused on his lips to try to understand him, but instantly started to regret it. His lips looked too soft, you had a sudden urge to kiss them.

You and Billy had been growing your friendship very rapidly over the Summer and while it’s been the most fun you’ve ever had in your life, it’s also been quite the difficult task to not develop deeper feelings. Especially when he’s a touchy person naturally to the people he’s close with. Then he goes around calling you baby and all these other cute names that has your stomach rolling.

Billy beginning to pull you to the dining room had you break from the trance. You shook your head and looked around as you got even more stares and whispers seeing Billy hold your hand and it was getting a little overwhelming hearing some of the whispers.

You know what? It's kinda crazy 'cause I really don't mind And you make it better like that Don't think we fit in at this party Everyone's got so much to say When we walked in, I said I'm sorry But now I think that we should stay

“Hey, you alright?” Billy asked loudly once you got to a relatively quieter place. You were looking around subconsciously making sure no one was watching anymore. Billy’s hand grabbed your chin lightly and brought it slowly in front of his. As soon as your eyes met his, you calmed down immensely.

“You wanna get out of here Baby? It’s not really our crowd anyway.” Billy asked smiling slightly. You chuckled then let out a long breath.

“No, no. Actually I think that we should stay.” You giggled quietly finally realizing that you weren’t alone. Billy was with you and that’s all that really seemed to matter to you right now.

You immediately gasped when ‘Back in Black’ by AC/DC started blasting through the house. You bounced excited and immediately looked to Billy. He was grinning hard as you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance space.

I don't like nobody but you It's like you're the only one here I don't like nobody but you Baby, I don't care I don't like nobody but you I hate everyone here I don't like nobody but you Baby, yeah

You were totally lost in the moment of the song while dancing with your best friend Billy at a random party. You were both laughing and dancing closely. Billy loved seeing you like this. So happy and carefree. He couldn’t help but think that you made each other better in the sense of joy.

Billy smirked down at you and gently put his hands on your hips guiding your movements. Your cheeks were warm as you placed your arms loosely around his neck while singing the lyrics of the song. Billy couldn’t take it anymore. His whole body was bursting with this happiness and he needed to express it somehow.

Throwing caution to the wind he smirked as he grabbed your face with both hands and pulled your lips to his. You were shocked to say the least and made a quiet squeak sound as his lips formed with yours. Just as you began to kiss back he pulled away to look into your eyes searching for a reaction. You let out a small quick sigh and began to smile widely. This made Billy smile so hard his eyes became little slits. You pulled him back down for another kiss not giving a shit who saw you both.

“So what was that?” You questioned referring to the kiss as you both exited the party and back to Billy’s car. Billy shrugged with a silly grin.

“Honestly I hate everyone here in this shit town, but you. So.. yeah.” He smirked as you chuckled.

“I feel the same way.” You agree confidently. You felt like you were flying and it was all because of Billy. He made you feel like no one else did and understood you in a way no one else would.

“Ready for milkshakes?” He looked over to you with an eyebrow raised. He convinced you to go to the party by promising you guys could get milkshakes after. You giggled and reached over his console to kiss him again before his car came to life and began on your journey to Matt’s Diner.

'Cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah All the bad things disappear And you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody I can deal with the bad nights When I'm with my baby, yeah 'Cause I don't care as long as you just hold me near You can take me anywhere And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody I can deal with the bad nights When I'm with my baby, yeah

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stellar-alley · 4 years ago

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Everfalls

•Chapter 7•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

(Summary: Richie shows Eddie what nachos are and helps him study for a test.)

By the end of the week, Friday, Richie and Eddie fell into a rhythm. Eddie would meet Richie and Bev out at the front of the school and hang out with them until home room started. They'd all eat together for lunch. Most days after school they'd either go to Eddie's house or go to Richie's, Eddie usually stayed for dinner. The Tozier's grew particularly fond of Eddie even within a short time of knowing him. He's a well mannered boy who also seems to be the only person in town who shares their secret, so they've all grown close with time.

Now it was Sunday, Eddie was sat on his kitchen counter watching Richie with a curious eye as he scavenged the kitchen cabinets. He mindlessly played with his dad’s compass to keep his hands busy. Eddie has done some grocery shopping for himself so he had a good amount of food. Richie had searched the fridge and most of the cabinets, “Rich? What the crap are you looking for?” Eddie's voice was something of a giggle, his gaze followed Richie who went from cabinet to cabinet.

“What I am looking for, my dearest spaghetti. Is-” his voice cut short “AHA! I knew you'd had them”.

Eddie hopped down from his perch, “and what is them?” he quirked a brow and smiled a devilish smirk.

“Oh just you wait Eduardo” Richie held the item behind his back, his lips mirrored Eddie's.

Eddie held his hands up in defeat, “Alright, alright”.

Richie busied himself with making whatever concoction he was creating, but that didn’t stop him from talking. “So, SpaghEds, with the whole complete shift thing, where’s the weirdest place you’ve shifted?” Richie does this, he asks questions. With the full moon approaching he has grown more curious about Eddie’s powers and his transformations.

One specific memory came to mind, and it hit close to home. “Oh” Eddie sucked in a breath. He trusted Richie, of course he did, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to get into this. “Well… I-um, I get anxious sometimes, and when I get anxious, really anxious, sometimes I fully shift. It’s only happened twice though-” He was cut off by Richie, who finally turned to face him.

“So instead of most people who curl into the fetal position, you shift into a fucking white rabbit?” Eddie didn’t appreciate the amused grin that played over his lips.

“Yeah, so what dickwad?” He spat back. Suddenly he’d become defensive. His anxiety was something he didn’t tell a lot of people about so he certainly didn’t appreciate when he finally decides to confide in someone and what does he get in response? A laugh.

Richie could physically sense the mood shift in the room. Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, hung his head low and kept his eyes off of him. Quickly, Richie slid his concoction into the oven, set the timer then took a step towards Eddie.

“Hey…” He carefully moved his hand under Eddie’s chin and slowly tilted his head upwards, their eyes meeting. His voice was slow, serious, with a little happiness sprinkled on top to keep the mood light, “I’m kidding” he offered with soft eyes.

Finally, Eddie let his arms drop to his side, “I know Rich, I-Just don’t joke about that stuff okay? I’ve struggled with that shit since I was a kid. It’s hard…” his voice drifted off .He wanted to look away but Richie’s hand moved to cup his check.

“I’m sorry-” Richie’s apology was interrupted by the beeps of the oven timer. Richie’s eyes lit up as he remembered what he’d made. Without a further thought, he planted a quick kiss on Eddie’s nose and grabbed the oven mits before he went to go take the tray out of the oven.

Eddie leaned against the counter for support, his legs felt like they were going to give out from underneath him. What’s happening? What just happened? He- Holy shit Richie kissed me. Well he kissed my nose- STILL! The realization made Eddie’s heart swell and his hands sweat. The area where Richie’s hand had once cupped his check felt cold with the sudden absence of warmth. What does this mean? This feeling… No way, it can’t be. And why with him? Why don’t I feel this with Alley? Or Bev? Or literally anyone else aside from my fucking best friend. The bunny simply watched Richie, his wide, toothy smile and his shiny eyes, even if they hid behind massive coke bottle glasses. His stare always seemed to brighten his mood. The thought dawned on Eddie like a sack of potatoes, It’s because none of them are Richie.

Richie’s voice pulled Eddie out of his thoughts. “Apology nachos?” Richie’s lips were curved in a half smile.

Eddie’s eyes were wide with his new realization, unsure how to act, he opted to ask “What are nachos?” he scrunched up his face.

“What? They don't have nachos in The All Lands?” He cocked an eyebrow at the shorter boy.

“Seems like it” Eddie joined Richie at the table, claiming the seat beside him.

“Well, they’re literally the best thing since slice fucking bread. Tortilla chips, salsa, guacamole, cheese!”.

“Tort-il-y chips?” Now it was Eddie’s turn to cock an eyebrow.

Richie held a bag, “It’s what I was looking for before! Now come on, eat before they get cold”, he instructed before he grabbed a chip for himself.

Eddie examined the way Richie grabbed a chip and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. Richie noticed and gave Eddie his iconic grin. Even with cheese and chips in his teeth, it still made Eddie’s heart skip a beat. He covered up his blush by giving Richie a shove, “Close your trashmouth! That’s gross” He couldn’t hide the laughter in his voice. Richie simply responded by closing his mouth and pointed at the tray, gesturing for him to eat. So that’s what he did, and let’s just say, for a heap of cheese on a chip, it was pretty damn good.

After the two had finished, Richie offered to help Eddie clean up. “Ready for the English test tomorrow?” He asked as Eddie handed him a plate to be dried.

“Shit- Is that tomorrow?” Eddie almost dropped the plate in his hands. His eyes went wide as his thoughts began to race “I thought that was next wednesday. Oh my god Richie I haven’t even started studying for that. My mark is low enough in that class, I’m so gonna fail”.

“I-I can help you study” Richie offered shyly, eager to spend more time with him. Yes, they’d been spending a lot of time together already, but when Richie was with Eddie, he felt at ease. For once in his life he had someone who shared his secret who wasn't his parents. There was an aspect of freedom to it, he was able to walk around without a hat and with his tail in the open. He also couldn’t help to acknowledge the way his stomach twisted whenever Eddie laughed at his jokes, or how his heart always seemed to speed up whenever their fingers brushed against each other. Richie lived for the moments where it was appropriate for him to hug Eddie, or take his hands in his. Even the once in a lifetime opportunity he just had, when he kissed Eddie’s little nose. Sure it was a spur of the moment thing and Eddie probably didn’t think much of it anyways… Plus Richie only did it to cheer Eddie up, right?

“Seriously? No, you can’t. Y-You’ve gotta be back home in an hour cause your mom is making your favourite” Eddie had remembered that small detail from when Richie told it to him early that day, of course he had. He always remembered the little things, the way Richie always tugged at his beanie when he was nervous, how his eyes always found Eddie’s in his time of need, even down to the little details like what the Toziers were gonna make for dinner.

Richie reached a hand out and planted a reassuring hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “And if I tell my mom I’m helping you, she’ll gladly save me some for later. I can’t have my little Eds failing, now can I?”.

My Eds

Those words stuck out to Eddie. As if Richie had taken a highlighter to their story and outlined it with a colour almost as bright as his eyes. His. Eddie liked the sound of that. But he shoved the feeling down. He had more important things to deal with.

“Only if you’re sure” Eddie returned to doing the dishes. Tilting his head down to hide his rosy cheeks.

“I’m as sure as I’ll ever be! I’ll stay until you know this shit like the back of your own hand!” Richie exclaimed which only made Eddie blush harder.

“Thanks Chee” The nickname slipped out which caused Eddie’s eyes to go wide as he realized what he’d just called him.

Richie froze and stared at the rabbit, “W-Wait sorry, what was that?” He asked with an amused smirk.

Eddie couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across his face, “What? You have all these stupid nicknames for me, so I thought it was only fair if I gave you one!” Eddie nodded as if he had to confirm his statement. “Chee!” He declared.

Richie chuckled and let his gaze fall to the ground so that way Eddie wouldn’t be able to see his red cheeks.

After a beat he glanced back up at him who had the same red face, “Chee?” Richie asked with a small, embarrassed smile. “Chee?” He repeated, his smile grew to match Eddie’s grin as he walked up to the smaller boy and wrapped his arms around him.

“Yes, Chee!” Eddie exclaimed in Richie’s arms.

The wolf’s heart practically beat right out of his chest as adrenaline ran through his veins.

“Woah” Eddie let out a small gasp.

Richie hadn't even noticed he lifted Eddie up and off his feet. With his enhanced wolf strength, little things like this weren’t that hard for him to do. So with the adrenaline in his veins and the spur of the moment vibes in the air. He lifted Eddie higher and spun him around in the air.

Eddie couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth as the air whipped through his hair. He wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck and let his legs fly through the air as Richie spun them.

Richie laughed and laughed. He had somehow made his way to the couch and with Eddie still in his arms flopped down onto the couch. The two of them let go and rolled around in a fit of laughter. At that moment, they were both happy.

Richie ended up staying until Eddie had a firm grasp on the content, which ended up being around 8:pm. They’d studied in Eddie’s room, on the bed of his bay window. The two sat with their backs up against the window, shoulders touching and books sprawled all out around them.

The sun had just gone under the horizon, the sky coloured a deep purple, slowly it faded to black. Eddie held out Richie’s jacket, which he gratefully grabbed after he slid his converses on.

“Thank you,” Eddie said for the thousandth time.

“Stop it. You apologize too much, Spaghetti” Richie smirked at the nickname.

Eddie rolled his eyes, not in the mood to fight over that right now. His gaze landed on the small stars that began to fill the nights sky above them.

“Ah, I almost forgot” His voice caught Eddie’s attention. He watched as Richie riffled through his pockets and produced a small block like object, with a blue cover.

Eddie’s eyebrows scrunched together in curiosity, “Is that-?”

“A phone! For you. I know you don’t have one” Richie held it out to Eddie.

“And I don’t need one. Plus, Richie I can’t accept that” Eddie held his hands up and away from the phone.

“Oh come on Eds. It’s my old one. It was literally just collecting dust on my dresser. It’ll only be for emergencies. If I need to contact you. Or if you get into trouble. Plus the full moon is literally 12 days away and I’m more prone to outbreaks. If something happens, I’m gonna need your help” Richie’s puppy dog eyes shone through. Sure, maybe Richie was just using that as an excuse to give Eddie the phone, then he’d be able to talk to him even when they weren’t together.

“Fucking fine, but only for emergencies” Eddie snatched the phone from the Richie’s hand. He wanted to scowl, but Eddie couldn’t help the excitement that eased into his system at the thought of having a phone.

It only took a couple minutes for Richie to show him the basics of using a phone. How to enter his passcode and find his contacts, which only consisted of Richie, Maggie and Went. Richie claimed Eddie could ask for other numbers at school, but Eddie insisted it was only for emergencies and these were the only ones he needed.

Richie left with a wave and a smile. Eddie couldn’t help but notice the little bit of sadness that he felt once he realized Richie had left without giving him a final hug goodbye. That’s fine. No Worries. Friends don’t always need to hug each other. Right? But he had every other time… So what makes this time different? Those were the thoughts that occupied Eddie’s head as his body went on autopilot. He got finished cleaning up and ready for bed. His body, along with the mood in the house felt a little bit cooler than it had when he was in Richie’s presence.

The new cobalt blue phone sat on the nightstand beside Eddie’s bed. It emitted a soft vibration sound right when Eddie closed his eyes. He ignored it, instead he turned to face the other side of the room, away from the phone. The second time it vibrated Eddie couldn’t hold back his curiosity any further. He flipped back over and snatched it off his nightstand.

He fumbled with it only for a second until he clicked the on button. The bright light of the plain white screensaver caused him to squint at the sudden brightness. He looked at the plain white background, Gotta ask Rich to change that, he took the mental note. He carefully punched in his passcode and found the icon with the little red number 2. He reminded himself that it meant he had 2 notifications. He sucked in a breath when he realized who it was from, Richie.

Richie: Goodnight Spagheds 🌙 Richie: *1 Photo/ Click to Download*

Eddie smiled at the electronic box in his hands. His legs curled a little tighter into his chest with the new warmth he craved. It took him a second to figure it out but soon enough he had opened up the photo that Richie had sent. It was a selfie of Richie with his plate of homemade poutine in front of him while he had two french fries sticking out of his toothy smile.

He stared at it until his eyes fluttered shut, sleep took him away. He was ripped from his slumber when he dropped his phone on his face. “Fuck” He groaned as he fumbled with his phone. Desperately trying to turn it off, he pressed random buttons and swiped something. He clicked okay and within the blink of his eye his plain background had changed to the silly selfie of Richie. “Oh” He said with minimal shock. At first he was determined to change it. What would Richie think if he saw this? But sleep was pulling him back under and he decided to figure it out in the morning. He dropped his phone on the bed beside him and flopped back onto the pillow. His final thought was that, maybe seeing Richie every time I turn my phone on wouldn’t be such a bad thing…

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inkribbon796 · 5 years ago

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The Heart and Soul of Egoton Ch 2

Summary: Looking for clues, the heroes hold a meeting to trade information and meet a couple friendly faces they haven’t met in a while.

A/N: Continuation of chapter 1.

Chapter 2: Meeting in the Middle

Inside the meeting room everyone was talking, Virgil felt a little nervous. Dr. Iplier helped Virgil get a chair at the edge of the table. Silver and Jackie had been friendly to him but they tended to get more than a bit loud and Virgil was glad he wasn’t seated between even people he knew. Even if Patton was trying to save a seat for him.

Silver walked out to take a call before coming back in. “Okay, so Amy isn’t coming in, she wants to take care of something in town, but told me to take notes for her.”

“That’s fair,” Jack shrugged. “She sure she doesn’t need help.”

“I offered, she said she had enough hands on deck,” Silver reported.

“Well at least we’re all not here letting Egoton tear itself apart,” Abe yelled, he was at a large cork board putting stuff up all over it with Bing and Joan. There were pictures and papers all over the cork board, dozens of colored string connecting them.

“We picked a slow day for a reason,” Silver reminded. “Wil’s out of town and Nate seems to have taken his doppelganger with him. This is the best chance we’ve got to do this.”

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” Abe responded. “I should be out there chasing Warfstache, hell only knows what he’s up to.”

“Fookin’ married folk and killin’ people,” Chase answered. “Exactly the same thin’ he’s always doin’.”

Abe motioned with his hands to Chase and gave Mark one of his wide-eyed expectant stares.

“We’ll make it short and you can start chasing him,” Mark promised.

“I better get out of here ASAP,” Abe decided.

“Hey, wise guy,” Marvin walked in with Robbie who immediately hobbled over excitedly to Henrik who, much like a mother hen, frantically checked to see if he was still all in one piece. The German doctor glared at Marvin when he saw that his ear was in danger of falling off. “We all got shit ta do.”

“Vhat did you do to him?” Henrik barked.

“Calm yer shit, mom,” Marvin rolled his eyes, even if no one could really see it through the mask, it could almost be heard in his voice. “He came to me like that, don’t know what he was up to.”

“I help Marv,” Robbie smiled.

Marvin glared at the zombie, sighing, “When ye say it like that, it’s like I’m the bad guy.”

Henrik was still glaring at him.

“I didn’t do anythin’ to him,” Marv defended, taking a seat that let him put the table in-between the magician and the two doctors. “I wouldn’t.”

“I do good?” Robbie asked as Henrik directed him to sit next to him.

“Ja, ja,” Henrik sighed and started stitching his ear back on. “Sit still vill you?”

“I tried,” Marvin told Henrik. Then he leaned back in his chair to look up and down the table. Even standing up a bit to get another good luck at everyone at the table.

The magician’s eyes couldn’t be seen that well, but Virgil knew a hostile stance when he saw one.

“What’s up Marv?” Chase asked, he and J.J were directly across the table from him. J.J’s pocket watch in his hand, as if braced for something to happen.

“S’nothin’,” Marvin decided, sitting back down, watching J.J intently. “Prolly just my imagination.”

J.J was still turning the pocket watch around. Marvin did pass him a message under the table that read, “Do that again, and I’ll eat all your cheetos, you arse”.

J.J snickered to himself in amusement, pocketing the note so even Chase didn’t have the opportunity to read.”

“What?” Chase asked.

“Nothing,” J.J sighed. “Marvin is funny.”

After about fifteen minutes, Logan came in looking like he’d been running at a full sprint and was frantically trying not to show it. The Host followed at a much slower pace.

“The Host said we would be on time,” the Host smiled.

“Inexcusable,” Logan straightened his tie and glasses. “We are late. I am not a tardy person.”

Marvin leaned back in his chair, Virgil noticed that he looked like he wanted to say something but kept quiet.

“If it eases Logic’s conscious, he can blame the Host, he was distracted and did not keep travel time in mind,” the Host talked as he walked over to the end of the table where King was. Taking his usual seat directly across from Dr. Iplier. He was muttering narrations as he went. Most of his comments were listing off people who were muttering under their breath or looking at him and Logan.

“Lo, it wasn’t that long, we haven’t even started yet,” Patton tried to calm Logan.

“One minute is tardy, the Host and I are inexcusably late,” Logan corrected. “This meeting should have begun without us.”

“Too bad,” Marvin finally spoke up, his tone firm and a bit hostile.

Logan gave him a questioning and confused look as he went to sit in-between Host and King.

“Alright, so we’re all here?” Abe finally said. “Good, sooner we get all this done, the better. First order of business is this eyesore.”

The detective stomped over to point at Bing’s picture on the wall. He was close to the center of the mess on the cork board. It looked like a theater head shot. “This little asshole is part of the League, and Dark is covering for him to keep him from being identified.”

“How sure are we that he’s the Dorm 5 Killer?” Jack asked. “Cause the sooner we put that bastard away the better.”

“If it’s not him, it’s Dark and Wilford combined and the D5’s M.O is nowhere close to theirs. They’d just announce themselves and be done with it and we’d know.”

“What do we need to actually put this guy behind bars? Cause the last time we tried to take someone in on what we thought was enough evidence, they got to walk.” Ethan reminded, picking at his lip. “I don’t want that again.”

“As gruesome as it sounds?” Mark intervened. “A body? A murder weapon? We need something other than they just ran away. A case can be made for two of the guys, but we’ve got four people who are just gone that their families and their friends swear up and down that they would never run away. Something happened to them, they have too much to run away from.”

“What exactly do we know about this guy?” Bob asked. “I leave for a couple months and suddenly we’ve got a serial killer on our hands?”

“As far as the news an’ public know he’s been operatin’ fer about five months,” Jackie answered. “But he’s probably been at this fer longer. We don’t know how long.”

“Five bucks said he’s been preying on the homeless and transient people in the city,” King agreed. “Not even I know how many people come and go unnoticed in the city. And I’ve only been at my job for two years. Anyone could be killing or taking advantage of them and people would never know.”

“Ugh, that’s depressin’,” Jack took a steadying breath. All the heroes looking varying mixes of guilty and uncomfortable.

“Is there anyone who would have tabs on this trimmer guy Trimmer?” Wade asked.

“Warfstache,” Abe proposed. “He’s under the same media umbrella as Wil, but he probably wouldn’t be able to tell us anything before stabbing us. Plus, if he is his kid and under Dark’s protection, the last thing we want to do is alert Dark that we’re tailing the kid.”

“That’s still wild,” Ethan rubbed at his face. “I can’t see him with a kid.”

“Damn right,” Abe agreed. “Look, I’ve been chasing Wil’s ass since I joined the force, an’ let me tell you, the man’s not the fatherly type. It amazes me that this kid even survived to adulthood.”

“Probably no credit to that maniac,” Wade scoffed.

King actively bit his tongue and glared at his hands.

“Dark is most likely the reason he’s alive,” Dr. Iplier spoke up. “He’s anal-retentive enough to step on Wilford’s toes if he does something he doesn’t like.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me if this kid isn’t the end of it, Wil’s got other kids and for some reason Dark cares about this one,” Abe leaned over the table. “Probably has some superpower and the others just don’t.”

“They might not know, or something could have happened to them,” Roman answered.

“Could be,” Joan agreed. “Not much we can do about the kid until we can get a hold of him to answer him? Have we been able to get a hold of him?”

“Every time we’ve tried he’s either been on set or absolutely nowhere, cause we can’t find him,” Marvin groaned. “His aura dead ends mid-room. Prolly Dark portin’ him out.”

“Ye know,” Chase began. “We might be able ta get a backdoor if we can catch Wilford with Damien. Still need to find a way to check in on that one. If he’s not drumin’ ta Dark’s beat, we can at least have that off the table.”

“How are we going to prove that?” Mark shouted.

“I could do it,” Ethan offered. “If I’ve got time to brace even Dark can’t see me. So there’s no reason why Wilford should spot me.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” King asked.

“The Host agrees with King,” Host interjected. “What Crank suggests can only lead to a violent confrontation.”

“Come on, it’s Damien, what have I got to be afraid of?” Ethan scoffed.

“Here, we can come up with some kind of a shield he can break out if he’s caught by one of them,” Marvin spoke up. “I want some loose ends tied off.”

The Host’s mouth became a thin line, his bandages starting to dark with blood. “That . . . might just be enough.”

“Okay, so I’ve got Damien, what are we going to do about Ed?” Ethan asked. “Cause I’m not comfortable with the fact that I used to live by a child trafficking ring. Like, at all.”

“Run us through exactly what Ed said,” Mark looked at Patton.

“To wash the site, and some of his guys didn’t like that,” Patton answered. “Ed ordered them to do it because Dark wanted it taken care of, even if it was an L.O site. Whatever that is.”

“Okay,” Mark seemed to thinking through something in his head. “Was there any clue about what that meant?”

Patton shook his head.

“Mean love?” Robbie inquired, looking at Bing.

“If it does, I’ll eat my entire microprocessor, dude,” Bing answered.

“Hey, hot shot,” Joan looked over at King, their head tilting. “Do you remember anything in the books you used to manage about a L.O?”

“Unless it’s a name, no?” The animal magnet answered. “Cause those are the types of books I worked. I did inventory and reports on people, but I only know them by their initials, not by their faces or actual names. Dark never worked like that. At best, he used code names and hell I never learned what some of those meant, I just had to track what resources they had.”

“How many do you remember?” Ethan drumming his fingers once or twice.

“Probably about five names, but it sounds like you’re looking for an it, not a who.” King looked at the board full of papers and strings. “Maybe it’s a designation. You guys said That Ed was there, maybe it just part of his absolutely awful trafficking ring and less to do with Dark.”

“Then why would Dark order the site destroyed if it was disturbed,” Bob asked. “Dark doesn’t do anything unless it benefits him. I know, I used to get into fights with him and Warfstache. Wil and Anti are impulsive, Dark isn’t.”

“Perhaps there’s some book that could be traced back to him in the building or in an underground basement,” Logan suggested. “If Ed’s network could be traced back to specific areas Dark owns it gives us and the police grounds to have the place searched.”

“As if we don’t already,” Roman refuted. “He launders money and moves illegal firearms through the city and to the rest of the country. What difference does child trafficking make in the face of all the people he’s killed and the children he’s left orphaned. Dark and his cronies are enough of scumbags?”

“Well there must be some reason,” Logan looked back at Roman, the creative Side’s eyes scrutinizing him. “Dark is a creature of habit, he is observed doing and being at places on a daily basis. There must be some greater reason. The influencing needs must be either: emotional, physical, or monetary. We know he is an enemy of the public, so he must have ordered the site’s termination for some reason.”

“Dark’s only known emotions are rage and spite,” Mark scoffed.

“There must be some reason,” Logan seemed to get frustrated with something. “There has to be.”

Then Logan seemed to think on it, “Why would Dark take in a child and cultivate that child to adulthood? Perhaps we are asking the wrong question.”

“Well, I’ve got a crackpot theory that might mean nothing, but I’ll shoot,” Iplier answered. “I’ve been talking with the Detective and he might be doing it to have more control over Wilford and the town.”

“Vhy?” Henrik looked at his colleague. “Doesn’t he have zat zrough nepotism already.”

“If the paper trail’s wrong, nothing changes,” Iplier sighed. “If it’s right, Dark could sweep up even more of Egoton, so long as Trimmer is Wil’s kid, and Wil is a Barnum.”

“Fuck!” Mark swore, cradling his head in his hands. “No! Tell me you’re joking me.”

Iplier looked at Abe. Ethan, Bob, and Wade seemed equally distressed.

“Okay, is this an Egoton thing because that name’s not ringing any bells,” Patton smiled.

“Alright, long story,” Mark warned. “There’s three big rich families that all kinda disappeared about the same time. Barnum, Doomstrum, and Iplier.”

“Iplier?” Logan looked over at Dr. Iplier.

The American doctor shrugged dismissively, “My dad married in. Iplier might as well be a dead name.”

“So, the Doomstrums, the ones who owned the lake, were practicing some really shady stuff,” Mark relayed. “They might have even been the ones to bring Dark to Egoton in the first place. But they took all their wealth, and all the Barnum’s wealth and kinda time capsuled it with blood magic. Don’t know why, maybe because they knew Dark was on his way? But if a Barnum could access it, that combined wealth is a ridiculous amount of money, enough to buy up whatever parts of the city Dark doesn’t already have, and probably parts of the rest of all the other sectors with little resistance.”

Jack paled at that, “I can already think of three gangs who would jump ship at that.”

King looked over at Host, whispering, “Did you know about this?”

“The Author did not,” Host answered. “The Host does.”

“Why the wait?” Logan leaped out of his chair, as if he couldn’t stand being contained by it anymore. “If his aim is more accrued wealth, why not have Warfstache access it decades ago?”

“Don’t know,” Iplier asked. “We just found this out. Maybe the person who unlocks it has to be a Doomstrum too, maybe that’s why Dark kept this kid and not any other and Dark bought the mom off?”

Suddenly, Patton had an idea. He could almost audibly hear the light bulb going off in his head. “It’s Celine.”

Everyone snapped to look at him.

“What?” Jack asked.

“Think about it,” Patton began to ramble. “If Celine’s the mom that explains why she was here a couple months ago instead of when her kid was plastered all over the news. How Damien could be involved without Dark having to pay him off. He’s not being bribed, he’s probably being threatened. Because if, like the Doc said and he needs a Doomstrum too, then he needs the mom close enough to give him the kiddo in the first place, but easy to push out of the way.”

“That’s a lot of ifs,” Mark reminded.

“Celine is working with Dark, I don’t know how to prove it but she is,” Patton began to spiral. “Call it intuition or gut, but I can feel it.”

“Okay, well, feelings aren’t going to arrest someone who is, by all accounts, not in town anymore,” Mark said.

“I could find out,” Logan blurted out.

The room went quiet.

“How?” Marvin hyper focused on the logical Side.

“I’m probably the only one who could figure out,” Logan began to ramble under his breath, as if he didn’t hear the magician. “My position would certainly help me look, even if it is

A risky venture.”

“Hey, genius, what’s that supposed ta mean?” Marvin demanded.

J.J set his pocket watch on the table, loudly knocking to get everyone attention. Then he started signing where everyone could see. “We need to end the meeting. I don’t want to have this meeting a third time.”

“Third time?” Joan repeated in confusion and concern.

“Come on,” Marvin argued. “Ye can’t be serious.”

J.J stood up and signed something at Logan, Chase needing to translate it when it was clear Logan couldn’t understand it. “Return to work. Be careful.”

Logan stopped his rambling, and signed one of the few things he actually knew in sign language. “Thank you.”

Then he seemed to collect himself, speaking, “Your right, I’m probably just tired.”

Finally Logan left, Patton racing after him. “Lo, wait up.”

Roman stood up, “We have anything else to talk about?”

“We’re probably good enough,” Mark looked over at Abe and scanned the rest of the room. “Inheritance scheme or not, we need to get back to work.”

“Yeah, that bubblegum maniac won’t catch himself,” Abe agreed. “We can leave this up for everyone else.

Slowly the room began to pack up except for the cork board. The tension in the room between Marvin and the Host almost palpable.

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marvel-girl-13 · 5 years ago

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Monster

Warnings: Language, Marvel AU

Word Count: 2344

Summary: Bucky unintentionally introduces Eden to his “friend”

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The city streets bustled below, the New York minutes flying by. Many things happened in the Big Apple, and most of the little things tended to go on unnoticed. Including the middle aged, sweatshirt-ed individual making his way towards an alley fire escape. In his haste to evade the line of sight of the cops probably close on his tail after his midday heist, he took long strides and was careful to keep from stumbling. Not to mention the bulging sacks of money that he carried were a fair decent giveaway as to why his escape was necessary.

A chuckle escaped the thief’s lips at the thought of his success. His loot wasn’t as much as he would have liked, but it was more than he could have truly hoped. Hoisting his prize a bit more firmly in his grasp, he began his quick climb, doing his best to not trip in his haste. He was just about to make his turn into the next level of the steps, a grin on his face, when the sudden approach of another pair of boots caught his attention.

The man barely had any another time to react as a cold fist suddenly shot out of nowhere and slammed him across the jaw. The bags of cash dropped immediately at the impact as the thief fell back into the brick wall behind him. He cursed out of impulse, despite how he was seeing stars and there was blood in his mouth. But, he should have seen this coming, to be frank.

“So,” he started coolly, giving a wry chuckle as he wiped at his bruising bottom lip. “They chose to send the ‘Winter Soldier’ after me, did they?” His words were met with the typical silence. The robber’s eyes glanced over the tactile gear and military getup that the man before him wore. He was quick to note that the metal arm glinting ominously in the sun had a spec of his blood on a knuckle. “The Winter Soldier being sent to chase after a simple thief? That seems rather low for you.”

“Shut up, Rork,” Bucky growled.

“How’s the new lady friend doing?” the robber went on, his previous grin returning. “I heard Tony picked up another chick for your guys’ little pad up there. And there’s a rumor that you two might be banging -”

The thief flinched back as Bucky moved forward towards him at this. But instead of throwing another punch, the soldier reached down to retrieve the dropped goods.

“Hey, I earned those fair and square -”

“I said shut up, you piece of shit.” Bucky shot out his foot, coming in contact with the other man’s knee hard enough to knock him down onto the fire escape. His hand rummaged through the bags. He ignored the fluttering dollar bills that escaped as he searched. After a moment or two of listening to Rork moan about the pain in his head and leg, he at last extracted the items he was looking for. The various guns and weapons that he removed from the bags clattered onto the metal at their feet.

“Hey, I can, uh, explain that… Gifts… from a friend -”

“I let you help us out rounding the HYDRA up, Rork,” Bucky replied bitterly. “And now you’re filthing up your alibi with arming those that remain?”

“Well, it’s not - It’s... for some side cash,” Rork explained quickly, trying to keep his tone light. “I mean, not that you guys weren’t helping me out enough or anything, but I do have kids to feed and a wife to please. You get that, I’m sure, with your new piece of -”

His explanation was cut painfully short as the Winter Soldier lunged forward and at last chose to close his fingers around the thief’s throat. “If you gave a shit about any of them, you would have turned the rest of the HYDRA agents in, Rork,” Bucky snapped. “You’d be in a lot less trouble then. Not to mention adding the bank heist in to cover your tracks didn’t help you any.”

“No,” Rork gasped out in agreement, somehow managing to strike under the tight grip. “But… it did buy me… a bit of time -”

A gunshot abruptly rang out, and the sound of a ricocheting bullet near Bucky’s ear was enough to prove the man’s point. Dodging out of the way of Rork’s backup below, the soldier dropped his grasp on him to drop down to become out of range. Reaching for the sniper rifle slung across his back, he worked to quickly line up a shot to see what he was now up against. Four men were lined up below, their multiple assault rifles aimed upwards back at him. Bucky was able to take out one before his attention was drawn back to the sound of Rork working to hastily gather up his weapons and money scattered on the fire escape. After avoiding another shot taken at him, Bucky kicked aside the knife that the thief had been reaching for. Taking it as a lost cause, Rork suddenly leapt to his feet with what he had been able to shove into his bags and took off to continue his climb to the roof. Bucky had no choice but to give chase. Holstering his sniper and snatching up the knife, he followed the man the rest of the way, both of them dodging the continued fire from below.

Just as Rork managed to reach the top of the fire escape, Bucky lunged forward towards his ankle. He was not able to get a grasp on him, but the move was enough to trip the other man as he stepped over the rooftop ledge.

“Son of a bitch!” Rork snarled as he found himself sprawling across the concrete.

“You know you can’t run from me, Rork!” Bucky called to him as he continued to attempt to crawl away.

“No,” the thief replied, his tone still attempting to be humorous, but anger was clearly growing within him. He turned to look over his shoulder at the soldier striding towards him. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t try to!” Rork snatched up one of the pistols from the bags of money, unlocking the safety and training it on Bucky as he worked to get to his feet again.

The Winter Soldier stopped then, the knife he had grabbed held aloft in his right hand while his left moved into a defensive position. Just as Rork pulled the trigger, Bucky blocked it with his metal forearm. In that brief moment, he cocked back to send the blade flying. The knife caught Rork by the shoulder, sending him back a few paces. His shots paused, but he quickly resumed despite the blood stemming from his wound. Bucky was able to block two more, but the third bullet caught him in the outer thigh.

He swore, his knee buckling slightly underneath him. Bucky reached for the rifle he had strapped to his back. He had not wanted it to come to this, but he really had no choice at this point. “Stop it, Rork!” he shouted, gazing at him down the sights. “I don’t want it to end like this. You don’t want it to end like this -”

A familiar whoosh came up from behind Bucky as he was speaking. His heart suddenly skipped a small beat, but he held his composure as Eden’s heat was felt on the back of his neck. It was just then that he also noticed that the gunshots that had once continued to echo from below had been cut off at some point. He had wondered if she was going to appear during this whole encounter, especially when Rork’s backup had showed up.

Rork, of course, was not as prepared as Bucky was for the flaming woman’s appearance. His cocky act abruptly stopped, clear fear reflected in his eyes as he saw her. Bucky could almost picture Eden rising up over the edge of the rooftop, light as air, her features and form illuminated with a raging inferno. To him, it was like the sun appearing over the horizon.

But to Rork, it seemed as if a fiery succubus had been summoned from the depths of hell to claim his soul.

His gun, once directed at the soldier, is now rounded on Eden drifting onto Bucky’s side. “S-stay away from me!” he exclaimed, his hands now shaking. “W-what - what the fuck?!” This panic was startling to Bucky, and his brow furrowed at Rork’s behavior. This was a guy who had been associated with HYDRA, chose to sell weapons on the black market, was constantly on Fury’s radar, and lived in a city known for housing individuals with once seemingly impossible skills. Why was Eden’s presence making him freak out?

Bucky dropped his rifle down from its offensive position, looking between the two people with him. Rork seemed to have immediately forgotten that the Winter Soldier had been close to taking him down in that moment. “Rork, what the hell -”

“What’s going on?” Eden asked. Her confusion was just as apparent as Bucky’s. “I heard gunfire and I thought maybe you needed some assistance…”

“I’ve got things covered, thank you,” Bucky replied quickly, his tone lowered. He glanced over at Rork, who looked like he was close having a mental breakdown.

“W-w-what is that?!” he shouted “What the fuck is that? I-I swear I won’t sell guns again!” Rork’s breathing was haggard and rapid, his eyes huge. “I-I-I-I- Just… just keep that… that monster away from me!”

Bucky froze, halting the slight progress he had been making towards his now frantic target. He could hear Eden’s breath catching in her chest. His gray eyes met her burning ones; and despite the flames that blazed, he could see the emotions swirling within them.

The same feelings of uncertainty and doubt that he had witnessed just weeks before when he had passed by her room in the Avengers tower.

“Bucky?”

The inquiring tone of her voice gave him reason to pause, his forehead creasing in some concern. It was the middle of a stormy night, the rain beating against the windows and an occasional rumble of thunder disturbing the nighttime silence. Bucky knew that Eden should not be awake at this hour, considering how she was still rather banged up from their altercation with Adam from the previous week. He knew how she had been gently chastised by Steve for not taking the proper time to recover; which he also found hilarious considering how that was how he used to normally treat his best friend when he had gotten pretty bruised up himself.

But this was the middle of the night; there was the chance that Eden had had some sort of dream that was keeping her up at this hour. That was something that Bucky was quite familiar with.

“What’s up?” he replied in his usual soft voice as he paused by the entrance to her room. In a kind of awkward way that wasn’t really him, Bucky sidled up to lean against the doorframe. Eden’s lips curved a little at his attempt at being nonchalant before her own features reflected her worry once more.

With a small start, the Winter Soldier realized that she had been crying, her eyes red and her fingers twisting uncomfortably in her lap. “What’s wrong?” he asked, now moving towards where she was sitting on her bed and taking a seat with her.

“Bucky,” she started with a sniff. She stared at her hands for a moment, biting her lip as she worked to keep from letting go of anymore tears. Then her eyes met his. “Bucky, do you think I’m… a monster?”

The pain in her face, the hurt and the terror, struck Bucky to his core. Sitting here before him was this young woman who had never asked to possess the powers that she did, who grew up knowing that she wasn’t a weapon. But now every person she met here immediately believed her to be yet another experiment built to destroy, and any trust she attempted to forge with others was lined with caution.

None of them saw what Bucky was able to see: a young woman learning the world for the first time, working hard to try and find a place as the protector she was meant to be. Eden had had to witness those whom she called siblings die trying to fulfill their duty, and then to live on the rest of her days knowing that she was the only one who was able to possess her own free will. To see the reasons why she was created to protect the innocent and the weak, and yet she was doubted for her ability to do so. She was a child forced to grow up and learn that experiments like her were feared, deemed a danger to society before society could even see who she was.

And unfortunately, the Winter Soldier had an idea as to what could have fostered such a notion.

“Eden,” he said. “Eden, never would I think that of you.” His words were soft, with an air that could almost be sensed as a pleading one. He was unable to tear his gaze away from hers. They sat in silence for a moment, both sets of eyes becoming misty. “What made you think of such a thing?” he asked.

“I -” Eden swallowed, giving her head a small shake. Then she shrugged, her bottom lip trembling slightly as she struggled to find words. “I don’t know, I just - get this feeling when people look at me…” She shuddered, looking away from him. “I just feel like people are scared of me, Bucky.”

A sob then escaped from her throat, her shoulders shaking. Before he could quite comprehend it, Bucky found himself pulling her towards him to hold her tightly to his chest. He held her there in his arms, his heartbeat and the rain beating against the windowpane gradually lulling her back to sleep.

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #james buchanan bucky barnes #au #marvel #eden

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feverhalo · 7 years ago

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A Quiet Day (FMA)

FMA Exhaustion!fic/Sick!fic

Sick/Exhausted!Ed, A+ Brother Al, and Parental Roy and Riza caring for the two of them awww

Basically some minimally edited (i read through it twice) indulgent shit because I had a sad and wanted to write something vaguely comforting.

1914 words long, and dreadful tense abuse im sure. No real warnings needed, but there is passing mention of their mom and kind of like that semi-depressed funk of exhaustion (or at least thats what it was supposed to be)

Ed laid with his head pillowed in his arms. He sniffled back the congestion causing his face to throb and felt it gather in the back of his throat. He kicked his good leg out from under the covers with a groan, and Alphonse found it hard to keep quiet.

“Do you need medicine, brother?” Al’s shoulders slumped with a creak of the cold metal. Ed had been laying in bed like this for hours, not answering past head shakes or something so muffled Al couldn’t understand. “Can I at least take your temperature? We still have a thermometer somewhere…”

Ed sniffed again and swallowed before shaking his head. He rolled to his side to look at Alphonse before rubbing at his watery, red-rimmed eyes and swiping his wrist under his nose. His head was so stuffed and felt so thick, and he tried to just wrap up in a blanket and sleep it off, but the stubborn lack of a fever made it feel silly. He stretched his arms over his head and felt his back pop and his heavy muscles pull. It almost felt good to sit up and stretch a little, but that energy would fade soon.

“Are you going to finish getting dressed?” Al looked over to where Ed had dropped his night clothes, and managed to get his pants and one sock on before flopping back into bed. He hadn’t moved much until now, but somehow his loosely-tied hair was even more of a knotted mess.

“I guess,” Ed’s one eye crinkled as he swallowed after speaking, arm brushing up under his chin before being used to push himself up.

“Why don’t you just get back in pajamas? Pajamas are more comfortable, even Teacher let us have pajama days.” Just like mom, Ed straightened, more defiant at the unspoken comparison.

“She’s not here.” He cleared his throat, grabbing the previously abandoned shirt and pulling it on. He eyed his red coat, and threw it over his shoulder before walking out.

Alphonse sighed and got up to follow. Ed swiped at his nose again, sniffling before coughing into his elbow. The congestion was awful and, though it was only a few coughs the combination was enough to loose a few stray tears. Ed grumbled and wiped them away too before turning and stomping quickly down the stairs. Alphonse locked their door and followed, lighter on his feet and caught the door as it was swinging shut behind his brother.

The brisk walk through the late-afternoon sun was quiet. Ed clearing his throat now and again, and Alphonse following behind. Anyone else walking on the street gave a wide berth or crossed to the other side. Ed would have likely bowled through them if they hadn’t, focused on moving forward. The steady thud and clang of his mismatched footsteps, the glint off his exposed automail arm, and the set glare on his face; with or without the tell-tale Fullmetal-Red cloak bunched up and slung over his shoulder it was surprisingly intimidating.

For as listless as he had been all day, once he got to the military HQ, Ed seemed to have more of his energy back. Running on pure spite again, brother?

Mustang’s office doors were left slightly ajar to allow better airflow through the summer, and Ed just planted his foot and kicked it open as usual. He cleared his throat once more, and Alphonse noted the brief tensing across his older brother’s shoulders immediately afterwards.

“Well. You’re here late,” Havoc blinked up at Ed from where he had been working.

“Well, I’m here.” Ed threw his cloak onto one of the couches. He crossed his arms, forgetting for a second about how warm the automail would be after being outside in the summer sun in just a short-sleeved shirt, but he ignored the bite of the heat at the inside of his arm.

“Alright,” Havoc held his hands up in surrender. “Hawkeye is out for a minute, but you’ve got some stuff on her desk there. Its all clipped together with your name on it.”

Ed walked over and picked through some of the piles on her desk, and upon finding his name took that pile and dropped himself into a sitting position on the couch by the door. He tried to clear his throat again but it turned into a single, harsh, cough. Havoc kept to his work, and Alphonse eased himself down beside his brother.

“Its empty in here today,” Al noted. Havoc chuckled and nodded.

“It’s a bit of a ghost town, Falman is on vacation, Furey went with Hawkeye, the Boss is squirreled away in his office as usual- and I think Breda is still on the tail end of his vacation from last week actually. Its kind of that time of year where you take it or lose the chance until mid winter.”

Ed zoned out, reading his paperwork or using his leg as a table to fill in the bits where he was required. As much as he’d prefer being out and researching with Al, and as much as he was teased or suspected of not being able to handle the military work because of his age, Ed could get it done well, and quickly.

Usually, anyway. The package today seemed endless. He heard Riza and Fury return, and waved when he realized he was being spoken to. A heaviness was settling in across his shoulders and down his arm and into every inch of him again. He hadn’t felt particularly unwell, or dizzy, but this feeling came and went all day. He had nearly hit the floor getting out of bed late this morning because of it.

Ed scratched at his head, undid and redid his mess of a ponytail, and reread the same page for a third time. He started to read it for a fourth, see if anything would sink in, but just sighed quietly and let himself slump into the high arm of the couch. The heaviness got too much and sapped everything when it hit, so he let it. He shut his eyes and let himself relax for a few moments.

“How has today been Alphonse? Busy?” Riza looked up from her work now and again during their conversation, and seeing Ed break for a nap, she thought it would be a good time to ask.

“Um,” Alphonse thought for a moment, “No more so than usual, I guess.”

“You boys aren’t doing anything special for the summer?”

“We thought of visiting Teacher, or maybe going to see Winry for a few days, but it just hasn’t felt like the right time I guess.”

Nobody flinched anymore when Ed fell asleep, he was still young and working demanding hours, and on top of that had automail and other burdens too big for anyone to worry about. It wasn’t uncommon and work life continued around it. He’d usually have a quick ten minutes and wake up and get right back to what he had been doing, or on more trying days or days with heavy rain, he’d excuse himself for a few hours to sleep off the worst of his tension and exhaustion.

Sleeping for a few hours sitting up, then staring at his leg in the twilight darkness of half-past nine at night was less common. Riza stayed behind with Roy when it was clear Ed was needing more than his usual bit of a rest, and it was just the four of them now in the dim office. One of the desk lamps was left on, and Alphonse was sitting on the other side of the room now with Roy and Riza.

As Ed became more aware, he realized his coat had been draped over him and his paperwork moved to the desk a few feet away. He shifted a little, still feeling very heavy on top of sore from the slumped position.

“You awake now, Fullmetal?” Ed cleared his throat and hummed in response to Roy’s question. “You don’t look awake.”

Ed straightened and lifted his arms in a stretch from underneath his makeshift blanket. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes, before returning his head to the arm of the couch and staring across the room to the other three.

“Can I finish that tomorrow? I feel really tired,” he pointed to his abandoned papers. Roy laughed through his nose.

“I’d say so, you’ve been sleeping since four. If you’re that tired you don’t have to come in, Ed. We won’t be unreasonable.” Ed had shut his eyes again and just nodded. Everyone lapsed back into the quiet murmur of getting things put away for the day they had been in before Ed woke up.

“I don’t feel well,” his cracking voice broke the silence a few minutes later. When he opened his eyes again everyone had moved and were getting ready to leave. “Can I just sleep here for the night, I don’t think I can make it back to our dorm. Sorry, Al.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll drive you back.” Hawkeye sounded much closer now, and Ed felt her hand press to his forehead. There was no heat, but his face was so pale the lack of a temperature offered little comfort. “You just get home and sleep.”

Ed dragged his eyes open for a second then nodded. He scrunched up his face against a stinging in his eyes before giving a quick cough and pushing himself up to sitting. Alphonse stood nearby, and Ed leaned against him every now and then on the short walk to the car.

By the time Mustang had pulled up to their building, Ed had fallen asleep again. His breathing was leaving little puffs of mist on the side of Alphonse’s armor. Alphonse eased his way out of the car, going slowly and in short bursts trying to keep down the clattering noise he made.

Mustang and Riza had exited the car as well, and Ed remained peacefully asleep. Alphonse had leaned down to wake up Ed, but Roy carefully moved his hand through Al’s line of sight to tap his shoulder.

“I’ll take him up, if you and Hawkeye could hold the doors and show me where to go.” He rolled his shoulders before sitting in the car and leaning across the seat to ease Ed onto his back. “He’s a pain in the ass, but you two are a worthwhile pair of, well, just you, I guess. That was a lot less eloquent than I was trying for.”

“Thank you, sir,” Alphonse stepped back and tucked into himself. Roy could imagine him as a boy like Ed, blushing in gratitude and slightly indignant at an adult interfering. Riza cleared her throat and pulled open the first door. The hour was getting late, and Ed was still just dozing in his t-shirt in the night air. It would be no good if he got a chill and a fever started.

“Don’t worry about it. Just make sure you call us if you need anything, and try and keep him from making himself too sick.”

Roy was quick to put Ed down, and to usher himself and Riza out. No need to over stay a welcome, and no need to work Ed up into a fit, he supposed. Alphonse was thankful for it, because it meant there was nothing he was going to be made to do out of obligation. He wanted to be ready if Ed needed him, and if he didn’t, he had a nice little stack of fiction novels to pass the night with.

Ed slept.

#fma whump #fma sickfic #sick edward elric #exhausted edward elric #parental riza and roy #fma fic #fh fic #not at all what i had started writing before this was a one-and-done day fic #i still have a bunch im working on more seriously #but this was supposed to be like a drabble and it got longwinded #so u can see my problem there with taking something seriously #shits all like 10k plus i have no sense of brevity or conciseness

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riotboysrequests · 8 years ago

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Regret Chapter Two.

I am so sorry this has taken so long! This past week or so has been a deadline week at Uni so it’s all been a bit hectic. I’m so overwhelmed by how popular the first instalment has been! Thank you so much for the notes! Like before, Strong Language throughout. It wouldn’t be the Riot Boys without it. Enjoy!

“So let me get this straight, mate.” Toby began, letting out a sigh as he slumped his backpack on to the floor. As he plonked himself down into the booth seat he looked to his friend with an extremely unimpressed expression. “You missed all your lectures this morning because you were up late watching—“

“The new season of American Horror Story.” George finished for him, shrugging as if it were nothing. He looked back down at the Tupperware box he was eating from,poking a lump of meat around with his fork. George was always one for reheating leftovers, no matter how disgusting they may appear. He stopped, lifting his head after a moment when he noticed Toby hadn’t replied. The boy in question was simply staring at him in bemusement. “...George?” “Hmm?” “You’re an idiot.” “Roger that.” Nodding, he placed the Tupperware down and gave a one-shouldered shrug. “I was bored of working. I needed something fun to do.” “I asked you if you wanted to come out! And you said you were busy! All you did was watch Netflix!” “Exactly.” George shot back, reaching for his beer. “I was busy.” Smacking his forehead with his hand,Toby sighed and mumbled something about being far too hungover to deal with something like this. “What time did you stop watching shite then?” “About 10:00.” There was another pause, as Toby slowly lifted his head from his hand. “10:00?” He echoed. “Then how are you so tired?” George lent back against the booth again, almost collapsing into himself as he took his fork in hand once again. “...It scared me a little bit.”

Before Toby could even begin to insult his friend, he was interrupted by a rather exasperated looking Hugo entering the room. He placed his bag on the floor gently, as opposed to Toby’s hurried slump. With his glass of wine in hand, Hugo finally let out a slightly refined sigh. “You look as eloquently pissed off with humanity's existence as ever.” Toby began, shooting Hugo one of his usual toothy grins. The older boy simply looked at him levelly. “Not humanity’s existence, Toby. Just yours.” Ignoring the ‘oooh’s from George, Toby simply lent back in his seat and rolled his eyes. Bit by bit, the others boys came filtering into the room, and in no time at all their usual spot was packed tightly with them all.

It was James who entered with Guy. He may not have been President any longer, but a club member was a club member. Plus, if Guy had to be brutally honest, he needed all the help he could get running the rabble that he called his friends. “Right. Chaps.” Settling himself between James and Dimitri, Guy knocked on the table. “Meeting is in session. At the moment we’re looking at nine members, which means that we need to find a tenth--” “Wait.” George interrupted, leaning forward. “Don’t you mean we have eight? I thought Ryle and Richards--” “Well. If you let me finish speaking,” Guy began, looking at George imploringly before he continued. “It...appears that Milo has changed his mind.”

Hugo was suddenly very aware that most eyes were on him. He rolled his eyes and set his glass down. “I don’t know why you’re all staring at me. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. I haven’t said a word.” “Well you do have a crush.” Harry pointed out. “A whopping great gay one.” Toby continued. Hugo was looking more and more decidedly ‘done’ with the situation as they went on. “What are you all trying to insinuate? That he suddenly had a rampant change of sexuality overnight and decided to come back? Grow up. And the correct phrasing is ‘had a crush’’. Past tense.” He took another sip of his wine, pulling his face at the bitter taste. “I no longer have feelings for him or anything to do with him.” Struggling not to laugh, Guy simply shook his head and looked back at his drink. “Alright then, your highness. Anyway, Milo called me last week and we got to talking and basically, chaps--” He stopped, counting heads. He looked to Toby after a second. “Where’s Ed?”

A small groan was heard from Toby then as he finished the rest of his beer and shook his head. “He’s over there.” Guy craned his neck to look at his friend, who was standing at the bar somewhat awkwardly. “Is he still waiting to order his drink?” Toby shook his head, looking to his friend sympathetically. “Oh no. He’s not even ordered his drink. He’s just standing there. Like a twat. Because he is one. ” All it took Dimitri was a moment. Before it had all clicked in his mind and he simply heaved out a sigh. “Christ. There’s a new bar girl isn’t there?” “Mm-hmm.” “For fuck’s sake. What does he think he’s going to achieve?” Dimitri muttered, still watching with an unimpressed expression. Harry just snickered. “I don’t know. But I’m watching. This is going to be bloody hilarious.” If Ed Montgomery had turned around, he would have noticed that all eight of his friends were currently leaning out of the booth in a somewhat comical fashion to see what he was doing. Even if that did mean that Guy was leaning over Dimitri’s lap to see. But Ed didn’t turn around. He was too busy trying to remember how to speak. He had already let about three people in front of him in the queue so he could think.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind he knew he had a meeting to attend and that he should probably use his brain, buy his drink and attempt to, heaven forbid, talk to a member of the opposite sex later. But this was Ed. His priorities were nothing if not slightly jilted.

Oh fuck she’s looking at me. Ed straightened a little, finally managing to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. She was smiling at him, but he was telling himself that she was smiling because it was all part of the job, not because she wanted to. Her red hair was twisted up into a practical pony tail, and he could see that she had tried and failed to cover the freckles that were dotted across her nose and cheeks with makeup. “What can I get you, then? You’ve taken your time in deciding.” She was already reaching for a glass from the shelf. Ed cleared his throat. “Uhm. J-Just a pint of bitter please.” She raised an eyebrow, pulling down on the pump to fill up the glass. “All that decision making for a pint of bitter?”

Ed was fiddling with the strap on his bag awkwardly, but when he looked up at her and saw the teasing smile and the humour in her eyes he found himself smiling back, a small ember of confidence igniting. “Well it’s a very serious matter, beer.” He replied. The girl laughed then, the action causing her freckles to twist on her cheeks as she scrunched her face up. She nodded her head in amusement. “Well said.” “What the fuck.” Harry had a similar expression on his face to the other boys. “He actually made a girl laugh?” “Well we didn’t exactly hear what he said.” Dimitri reminded him, sliding his sunglasses in to his pocket. “For all we know it could still be one of the usual ‘I’m just laughing so you get away from me you utter weirdo’ laughs. Villiers, mate, calm down. They’re not going to get married.” “It’s Ed though.” James reasoned, turning the page in his book. “He’ll marry the first woman that breaks his dry spell.”

Ed could hear the laughter from the table in the corner of the room, but didn’t dare look. He smiled and accepted the glass when she passed it to him, handing her the money a second later. “New job?” The girl rolled her eyes. “Just a new pub. Same job.” She looked around the pub idly, watching as students talked to one another in clumped groups. “Same shit different toilet as my Dad says.”

Ed was certain he would have choked on his beer if he had been drinking, which he thankfully wasn’t. He had paid, he had taken his beer. What else was there left for him to do at the bar? There was already people behind him, and he knew she probably wanted to get onto serving the next customer.

Shuffling to the side he took a hesitant sip of his beer. When she had pulled the pints for the boy behind him, he spoke again as she rounded up the total on the till. “Ed.” He began, before he realised it wasn’t the greatest of sentence starters. “That’s my name.” He added hurriedly. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she passed the other student his change. “Becca.” “Would the gentleman in the terrible jumper please get a bloody move on?!” Guy had timed it well, cupping his hands around his face to make his voice louder. Ed had never gone scarlet quicker in his life. He was staring down at his beer, but when he finally chanced a glance up he noticed she was struggling not to laugh. “I should...I should probably--” He just gestured awkwardly behind him. “Yep.” Becca just nodded, pursing her lips in attempt not to laugh. “Bye.” “...Bye.” “I fucking hate all of you.” He hissed as soon as he sat down.; his usual spot on the counter near the booth itself. The laughter from the other boys was nearly enough to drown his words out. “You’re all arseholes.” “Oh Ed for god’s sake it’s a girl.” Dimitri was shaking his head, still laughing. “You can buy yourself a girl any time you like.” Ed was just muttering obscenities under his breath, more focused on drinking his beer. Harry just smirked to himself, looking across the bar. “I mean I don’t blame you. Not often you find a hot ginger.” Ed’s head shot up then, paling a little. “Oh no no no no... come on. Don’t. Villiers.” Harry frowned, looking to him. “What? I can’t say she’s hot? She’s not your girlfriend, idiot.”

Ed just rolled his eyes. “If you go and talk to her she’s just going to end up in your bed.” “It’s a curse but it’s also a blessing.” Harry just grinned, causing an eyeroll from James. Guy on the other hand was looking at Ed in concern. “You’re being serious? Ed just because a girl isn’t instantly creeped out by you doesn’t mean true love.” “Yeah, you’ve only known her for 5 minutes. She has plenty of time to find out you’re a creep--ow.” Toby just rubbed his arm, pulling a face at Ed after he had been hit. Ed just sighed. “Can we drop it please? Haven’t you got something to tell us?” Guy nodded, finally turning back to business. “As I was saying boys. Operation Grasshopper. We need a new member by the end of the month otherwise the entire dinner is buggered. As I was saying to the boys while you were off trying to be bloody Casanova, Ed, Milo--” “Is standing right there.” James finished for him. All the boys looked up in unison.

Miles Richards had his hands in his pockets. It appeared as if he was standing in a prison dining hall instead of the local pub with the apprehension on his face. His bag was still on his shoulder, overflowing with university textbooks. “...Hi.”

#riotboysrequests #Riot Club Movie #The Riot Club #Miles Richards #Guy Bellingfield #Ed Montgomery #Max Irons #Douglas Booth #Josh O'Connor #Olly Alexander #riot club imagines #riot club fanfiction #Harry Villiers

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silvensei · 8 years ago

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In which Reigen learns not to let psychic powers mix, lest something unexpected happens. Like finding himself looking at his own emotionless face through his disciple's eyes.

Guess what happens when you like platonic relationships, body swap scenarios, and Mob Psycho 100 a bit too much?? This. This is what happens. Mostly comedy; angst kept to a minimum (and also kept over here). Rated T most likely

Available above on AO3, [here] on FFnet, and right below the cut for your site of preference

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Maybe they should get out of the office more.

Usually the clients that came to the Spirits and Such Consultation Office had a problem or specter already in mind that they wanted dealt with as soon as possible. From there, it was at most just a trip to and from the specified site.

However, today’s job was more akin to private detective work, and they couldn’t actually start until they found the person they needed to tail. For now, Reigen Arataka and his student, Mob, sat outside a café, respective cups of coffee and milk in hand.

They had been sitting there in comfortable silence for half an hour when Dimple found them. It was getting to be late afternoon, but the weather was still nice enough that it wouldn’t be too brisk for a few more hours. In Reigen’s expert opinion, it was optimal outdoor café season. He was almost about to forget they had someone to look for before a familiar and obnoxious voice assaulted his eardrums.

“Oi, oi, don’t you two have some sort of fake business to uphold?” asked Dimple, floating around the pair and peeking at their drinks. “Or is this some kind of day off?”

“No, we have a job. We’re waiting for someone,” Mob explained, waiting for the spirit to drift away from his cup before he took another sip.

Dimple scoffed. “Well, that’s descriptive. Is Reigen attempting to teach you how to pick up chicks or something?”

A faint blush highlighted the boy’s face, and he kept his cup to his mouth in an attempt to hide it. Reigen didn’t notice as he waved a hand. “I actually do make money, you know. And we do have a job today: We have to tail a suspicious figure and intervene if they prove to be dangerous.”

“Yeah, you’re still on the vague side of this whole explanation thing….”

Setting his coffee on the table, the con man unfolded a sheet of notes from his pocket. “Earlier today, our client came by, uneasy but not terribly distressed. She said that a few days ago, her husband came home from work ‘a changed man.’” He tapped his finger against the quote on the page. “He hasn’t been keeping up his routines or habits, and more change every day. She hasn’t noticed anything suspicious around home, so she thinks one of his coworkers must’ve cursed him.”

“That’s a pretty bold jump there,” the ghost mumbled, looking bored but reading over the page anyway.

Reigen shrugged. “We’ve had jobs on less. I told her we’d scout out the area and see if there’s anyone with that kind of power around. If it’s nothing, then at least we discovered a pretty decent café, right, Mob?”

Mob nodded.

Dimple tsk-ed and looked up at the other side of the street. It seemed to Reigen that the spirit was perpetually at a state somewhere in between disinterested and annoyed, so this was no different. A moment passed before he realized the spirit was actually watching something in particular. With a bobbing motion that passed as a nod, he asked Reigen, “That the office over there?”

“Yep.” The nod had gestured to the multi-story building across the street, one that was as indistinguishably corporate as they come. “Our suspect should be finishing up work there soon,” added the blond as he brought his coffee to his lips again.

Dimple was quiet. Uncharacteristically so. “Shigeo, is he weak or just far away?” He didn’t look away from the building.

“He could be no minor threat,” Mob mumbled. He was looking in the same direction.

Reigen slowly put his coffee back on the table. So there really was a psychic here? Guess it probably was the real deal after all. Just more work in the end, really. He checked his phone. “The regular work day ends in fifteen minutes, so when he leaves, we’ll tail him—”

“Ah, scratch that, P.I. Reigen, feels like he’s leaving now.” There was something about the way Dimple said that that started to set him on edge. Was it confusion? Nervousness, even…?

They watched the stream of people entering and exiting the office building for one minute, then two. Then one stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned.

“Shit!” the ghost hissed. He darted behind the teen. “I knew he seemed familiar! That’s the poor bastard I possessed for the whole religious cult business!”

Reigen raised an eyebrow. The man on the sidewalk hadn’t moved. That was a good sign, right? The situation hadn’t escalated unbelievably fast yet, as fights between espers usually go. “Maybe it’s coincidence?” he offered.

“Nu-uh, doubt it. Shigeo’s been sitting out here for what, an hour? He would’ve definitely sensed him, but he only came out when I got here.” Dimple sunk further behind the café chair. “I doubt he’s happy about that whole event….”

Mob still held his cup, but he didn’t move to drink any more. “Can he even remember being possessed?” he asked.

“If his powers grew this much stronger during that month, then yeah, maybe. He’s still standing there, after all.” He took a quick glance over the boy’s shoulder. “Yep. Can’t even run,” the ghost muttered. “He knows I’m here now and looks ready for a chase, and damn, he’s going to be pissed. Any sane person would be, after all.”

They were just talking about how weak that guy could be, and now this? Reigen checked that the man still hadn’t moved. “If you’re so scared, then go hide somewhere,” he proposed. Honestly, having Dimple in this state of mind was starting to make him uneasy as well.

“Oh yeah? And where can I hide that he won’t be able to sense me, genius?” Dimple shot back.

“Alright, calm down. It doesn’t even seem like that big of a problem right now.”

And then, suddenly, everything just stopped.

Everyone in the immediate vicinity, first the pedestrians, then both lanes of traffic and the café patrons slowed to a stop. They stood or sat, unmoving, unbothered.

And through it all, the man across the street started walking toward them.

Breath hitched in his throat, Reigen amended his statement with, “Alright, okay, maybe now it’s looking suspicious.”

Mob set his cup on the table. “Dimple,” he said quietly with a glance over his shoulder, “would my powers be able to hide you in me?”

An alarmed “Huh?!” came from the pair. “Hide me?” the spirit exclaimed, darting under the table so he could look the boy in the eye. “Damn well they could, but I can’t even get through them to possess you in the first place!”

Biting his lower lip, Reigen watched the offending psychic stalk across the street, now most assuredly coming for the three of them. Everyone else on the block was still frozen in place, staring blankly ahead, completely complacent. It definitely could be some form of mass hypnosis, he figured.

There was a clattering behind him, almost making him jump out of his chair. All the other patrons had stood up in unison, pausing only a moment before shuffling away from the café.

That officially made this unsettling.

“What about me?” the con man suggested before he could convince himself otherwise. “If he’s really after you, then I can suppress my abilities enough to be possessed.”

“And how’s that going to work, dumbass?”

“Then let me hear your better idea, ‘cause you’re getting thrown to the dogs otherwise.”

The man was on their side of the road now, close enough to see he did not look friendly. Dimple saw this and grimaced. “You’re doing the talking,” he said, the only warning Reigen got before something cold hit, then seeped into his chest.

He gasped, more from the shock of it than the cold, as the feeling disappeared as quickly as it came. A small shiver ran down his back, his shoulders stiffened, and a light pressure seemed to push on his head. He also could feel heat gather on his cheeks, probably lighting up the vicious red blush that appeared on the spirit’s hosts.

Nothing really felt different, though. He was going to double check that Dimple had really vanished when in between his ears there hummed, Jeez, you’re tense.

I wonder why, he retorted with a thought. Whether that was how this telepathy worked or not, he didn’t know, but he did know that their suspect was within earshot now. Painting one of his signature smiles on his almost uncomfortably warm face, crossing his arms, and leaning back in his chair, Reigen called out, “That’s some fancy hypnosis you’ve got there.”

The newcomer stopped some feet from their table. His cool gaze considered Mob momentarily before settling on Reigen. “What are you…two doing here?”

“Enjoying a drink at this fine establishment. Have you come here before?” He lifted his coffee and inclined his head. “Some good coffee, if I do say so myself. It’s a shame everyone else had to leave when they did.”

That elicited no visible reaction. “You’ve been sitting outside my office building for too long to be normal. Add to it the fact that you’re psychics, and it becomes suspicious. So. What do you want?”

Reigen’s smile shrunk. He took a long, deliberate sip of coffee before asking, “What are you hoping to achieve through hypnosis?”

“What’s it to you?”

“You shouldn’t use your powers on other people,” Mob said, head tilted ever so slightly so that he was looking through his bangs. It added enough of an edge to his monotonous words to make the man frown and shift his weight. The boy made his master proud.

“I shouldn’t, eh?” the psychic echoed. “What’s a few missing minutes out of their lives? Maybe one less decision they have to mull over? Where’s the harm in that? After all—” He grimaced. “—it’s not like they’re having their free will stripped from them for over a month, right?”

“So you remember,” Mob mused.

“Damn right, I do!” He dropped his hands onto the table, spilling the last bit of Mob’s milk onto its surface. “Not all of it at first, but my life has been uprooted so much that it wouldn’t even matter if I remembered!” His fingers curled around the edge of the table. “And I know the evil spirit that did that is hiding here somewhere!”

Reigen had had enough. They could deal with a company man on a revenge-driven power trip when Dimple wasn’t around to complicate things. He downed the last of his coffee and set it down with as much of a clatter as a paper cup could muster. “This sounds more like a personal issue than what we were paid to deal with. If you promise not to mess with people anymore, then I think we can just be on our way.”

He made to get up but stumbled. His legs felt weak, and his feet sluggishly took a few steps to balance. “Shit,” his lips hissed, “not used to—”

Reigen snapped his mouth shut. He hadn’t said that.

…backseating, Dimple finished lamely in his thoughts.

Across from him, the psychic straightened up. “Still taking vessels, I see,” he commented, anger on his face, resolve in his voice. A dandelion yellow aura blurred into view around him.

One last shot to save this. “No, no, it’s just my new shoes,” he said easily, hoping the sweat on his brow wasn’t visible. “You know how it is; always takes some breaking in before—”

“Let’s see your face, you son of a bitch.”

A bright golden hand thrust out a couple feet from him, and yet Reigen felt something grab his hair. He heard a shout from someone—maybe himself?—along with a bright blue flash, and then that something pulled, and pulled hard.

It yanked him to the side, where it felt like he immediately slammed into a solid wall. He gasped, the impact rippling through his body. Instead of sliding down the wall, though, he fell, tripping over a chair onto the ground.

He ached all over, which is not what crashing into something should result in. In fact, now that he thought about it, they were in the middle of a cluster of tables; there were no walls around them….

Everything was blurry, but from his vantage point on the ground, he saw a speck of green dart toward the mass of black, white, and yellow. Dimple and the other psychic, probably? Reigen blinked a few more times before he could clearly see the man, cheeks red and aura ablaze.

“Ack, no no no no, ah, fuck!” he was saying. “God damn, you got strong! Screw this, I’m out!” Dimple vaguely pointed at Reigen and added, “Catch you later!” before flying out and up over the roof, out of sight.

His former host stumbled back, powers getting even brighter as he frantically looked around. With the green pest gone, though, he glared at Reigen one last time before he turned heel and ran.

He let out a sigh of relief. The con man laid like that, on his side on the concrete, until he heard the rumble of traffic start up again. The ache was still there but dissolving at an astonishing rate. Well, he supposed that could’ve gone worse. He rolled onto his back, debating with himself over whether he should really charge his client for this probably incomplete job when he heard a quiet, “Shishou?” from his side.

“Hm?”

“I think there’s something wrong.”

“How do you mean?”

Reigen paused at the higher pitch of his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. “What do you—”

He froze this time. That’s not what he sounded like. Thoughts beginning to race, he took a deep breath, which is when he noticed the black at the edge of his vision shift away. That wasn’t concussion-induced darkness, he realized, it was just dark. A dark-colored something that acted a lot like hair.

He reached an arm toward the sky. The sleeve was black, the hand much too light and soft and definitely not his. Something clicked together, and it locked into place when a much too familiar face appeared over him, sandy blond hair shading dull, lidded eyes.

He took another breath. Exhaled. “I think I’m gonna have to agree with you on that.”

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