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keeponquinning · 2 years ago

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I read this...on / off all day yesterday, one part when I was feeling by myself in a crowded room and when I tell you it gave me COMFORT. I feel like the cat gif is appropriate because MY GOD. This was such a good one. The way it literally warmed my heart, I... Your writing?? So eloquent, you know? It's so like, poetic. It really draws you in, and, I just love it. As usual, your writing as Eddie is so perfect, as well as the other characters, like, if there was a season between season 3 and 4, I'd picture this so clearly.

o k a y!

Really not making it easy for Reader! My heart went out, with their saturday, car trouble on monday and THEN him out for that day? CRUEL. But I also can't blame Eddie for wanting Monday off after the bullshit from that party with Jason. And to GO GET A TATTOO, like so Eddie, and we love him for it. I just feel bad for Reader, when her thoughts go to that place, poor thing was such a mess.

O'Donnell can suck it, and pop quizzes are evil. I said what I said.

So I mentioned earlier how amazing you write the other characters, the hellfire crew is what really shows it. I remember watching the scenes with them and Freak #3 or Dave ( we love to name him! ) was always SO INTENSE, so him, hearing the shit about Jason like "Do we need to make them pay?" WAS !! SO ON POINT!! i Know he barely had lines but what we saw, THAT WAS PERFECT.

Also loved that Gareth took over explaining what happened, but also not explaining what happened. It brings me back to the previous chapter, when he was digging his heels but then Eddie's please got him to go. I just. We were so cheated out of more of the Hellfire Boys dynamic and interactions. Like, I sense a real friendship / brothership with them, or I want to at least ! And I'm getting that here. Jeff laughing at Mike for thinking Eddie went to the hospital and teasing him about it, and Dustin and Mike "offering" advice on what movie to take Cindy ( which, go gareth! ) and Eddie being genuinely happy for Gareth getting Cindy's number and all that LIKE. God, it was just so pleasant to read. I'd watch / read a whole series on Hellfire Club pre-season 4. I'm hoping they don't get forgotten in season 5 and if they do, we ride at DAWN.

I do love the part where it's told about Eddie and his locker, that the first time he wanted to leave his mark, but by now, that's lost his charm. Oh, Eddie.

And then Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy.

I honestly feel so bad for her. She needs to dump Jason, pronto. I want her to be happy 🥺 and not under Jason's thumb. I don't blame her for being pulled in by Eddie, like, who wouldn't? And it's not like she knows he isn't BURNING for reader, and yes, i said BURNING. ( "I burn for you." we keeping the Bridgerton aesthetic thank you ) And I fell for Eddie a bit more that while he pushed away from her, he can't just not care, especially seeing how Jason treats her and orders her around. I hate him so much. I worry how Chrissy will affect Eddie x Reader but I also can't help but just wanna give her a hug, ya feel?

And now, good god.

My heart.

Reader suffered not seeing Eddie on Monday, but her touching his tattoo, touching it, I feel....made up for it BIG TIME. Your poetic writing made this part SHINE. How Reader is so delicately feral I fucking love it. The way this man's skin is described...... Strong and yet so soft, like VELVET? Got me screaming inside. It's so giving Pride and Prejudice, the hand hold, the hand FLEX. "You can touch it" had me REELING.

They way both of them got bolder, and the subtle ways of Eddie reacting to Reader's touch, the soft sighs and approving hums. the word TENDONS makes my heart a flutter now, and mixed in with their dialogue, just having a conversation, while she's stroking his forearm just feels so damn intimate. The little movements, like pressing reader's fingers just a bit deep out of concern, when she tried to pull away and he GRABS HER ARM??? Takes deep breath.

And then. AND THEN???

"I really care for you."

"I care for you, too."

SCREAMS. SQUEEZING EACH OTHER'S ARMS. THEN HANDS.

"You could feel those bones again, those strong fingers that held you steady as you threatened to tremble."

Once again, amazing chapter, gorgeous writing. Ugh, have my heart.

Don't Stand So Close To Me — Chapter 9

Eddie x Teacher!Reader

Chapter 9/? 4.4k. Series Masterlist

Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.

Forbidden love is complicated. What will your desire teach you?

Series CW: forbidden romance, slow burn, perv!eddie, smut (18+ mdni), true love, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)

Chapter warnings: mild angst, longing, mild exploration through touch

Frost. The first of the year.

It covered the leaves that littered the parking lot outside your apartment in swirling fractals and crunched beneath your boots.

Barely out of October and you could already feel winter knocking at your door.

The sky was awash in a pale blue-grey as the sun came up behind the overcast clouds. The rain from the weekend brought down most of the leaves, though some of the more reluctant ones still clung to the trees in patches of yellow and orange.

You unlocked the door to your red Chevy Nova and dropped your leather satchel on the passenger’s seat.

The fog that had settled in your mind lifted just enough to get your papers graded. Just enough to get most of the dishes washed. The laundry could wait.

You turned the key in the ignition and — nothing. Well, it wasn’t nothing, there was a clicking that got louder the harder you forced the key forward.

“Come on.”

Had you left your lights on by accident? It wouldn’t be the first time. The lights were turning on though. You threw your weight into the brakes as you turned the key harder. Over and over it whined and whirred and clicked until finally the engine awoke with a rumble.

You blamed the cold.

Happy Monday.

The thing about the fog is that once it settled it was hard to lift completely. You would enter the teacher’s lounge in a daze. You would go through the motions of pouring yourself your second cup of coffee, of finding an open milk carton. Of putting on a bright face and saying hello as you make small talk with the faculty, though your mind was miles away.

You would sit down on the old, threadbare chair at your desk and review your lesson plans for the day while your mind struggled to adjust to the whirring chaos around you. The fuzzy voice over the loudspeaker. The ringing of bells and hundreds of voices echoing off the lockers in the hallway. The teenagers that you were responsible for filtering into your classroom, the energy of this weekend carrying over into their laughter and antics.

You would put on that bright face and pull yourself together, though the fog was thick with thoughts you couldn’t seem to shake. Sometimes you were grateful for the distraction of your class — tangible and in need of attention. Other times the mask got heavy. It was hard to breathe behind. There were times when all you wanted to do was hide, but the mask offered little protection.

At the top of fourth period, you stood at the front of the classroom like you always did, checking little marks by the names in your grading binder as your eyes scanned down the rows. You paused when you got to Eddie’s.

His seat was empty.

Your stomach dropped, as did your face. Everyone’s eyes were on you. You wondered if they noticed the change in your expression.

Maybe he’s just running late.

Maybe he’s sick.

You steadied the pencil in your hand, took a deep breath, and continued on down the rows. Inside your heart was racing, mind spinning with every possibility. It took all of your strength to keep the mask on for your class.

It might have been the longest 50 minutes of your life. When the bell finally relieved you from your post, you barely remembered to grab your purse before your feet carried you briskly, as fast as they could professionally move, down the hallway toward the teacher’s lounge.

You snatched one of the newspapers slumped in a pile on one of the tables and began to tear through it, flipping through the pages with ravenous eyes, looking for something, anything about an accident or a death or his name or anything.

You sensed someone behind you peering over your shoulder. You could almost feel their hot, labored breathing on your neck.

It took little more than a tilt of your head to see who it was. “H-hi Doris,” you said, stilling the paper in your trembling hands.

“Boy I’ve never seen anyone read a paper so fast in my life,” she said dryly. “Watcha lookin’ for?”

You tucked your wild hair behind your ear and pulled yourself together. “Oh, um,” What were you looking for? Would it sound weird to say? Of course it would. Your mind whirred with appropriate and totally not crazy responses. “My— my car was having some trouble this morning and I uh, you know just thought I’d check the paper to see um— uh, a number for a mechanic or something.”

Ms. O’Donnell stared down at the paper. “Good luck finding one in the obituary section.”

“Ha. Very funny,” you said, folding the paper. “Say uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Eddie today? Was he absent for your class too?”

She huffed, un-phased. “Munson? Haven’t seen him. Honestly I’m more surprised when he shows up.”

“Ah, ok.” You stared down at the paper, the words blurring.

“You know he got a D on the pop quiz I gave on Friday.”

You gave a single nod, lips forming a hard line. “Well, he wasn’t able to study, was he?”

“Course not, it’s a pop quiz. You know I’ve gotta give it to you for trying.”

“Yes, well, so is he,” you said curtly. You left the paper crumpled on the table, turning on your heel toward the door.

Tears burned behind your eyes. You knew it was silly. Maybe that’s why they stung. The whole thing was silly and he was probably just sick like half the school was this time of year. But your feet had their own agenda and that was how you found yourself standing in front of the receptionist in the main office.

“Eddie Munson?” she asked, looking over her paperwork. “No I didn’t get a phone call or anything. I marked him as an unexcused absence.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks for checking.”

“You know, his attendance has actually been… unusually good this year.”

“Yeah— yeah, I know. Thanks anyway.” Head down, you almost ran into Diane as you turned to leave.

“Hey soldier, what brings you to my side of the line?”

“Nothing it’s— it’s stupid. I should get going before my lunch break is over.”

Diane folded her arms across her soft, green cardigan. “What’s up?” she asked gently, guiding you out of the way of incoming traffic. “You seem… upset.”

“It’s really nothing. I’m just…” you glanced around the office.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Your voice caught in your throat. Your mouth twitched but no words came out.

“Come on, that’s what my office is for.”

Diane led you across the noisy office with all the talking, and phone ringing, and copy machines whirring, through her doorway — into silence.

You sat down and looked around at what everybody else saw when they took this seat — the concrete walls painted a soft peachy-pink. The plants in her window. The few inspirational posters. The warm glow of the three lamps that lit the room. No fluorescents.

Only Diane did not take her usual place behind her desk, instead she took the seat next to you.

“I’m sorry, this is really stupid. Eddie wasn’t in class today, and I— I know it’s like, well so what, but—” you started.

“He’s the one you’ve been tutoring right?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s never been absent before?” Diane asked with a little chuckle, “It’s almost November.”

“Yeah— yeah, I know. It’s really paranoid of me. He just said that he was going to a party this weekend and I—“ you swallowed, glancing away.

Diane’s face dropped. “Oh.” She put her hand on your shoulder. “I know this is a hard holiday for you, but I’m sure he’s fine. You’re just catastrophizing. I understand where it’s coming from though.”

“Yeah— yeah I’m sure you’re right, I just…” you sighed, taking a moment to steady your breath as her hand soothed over your back. “This weekend was… hard. It’s still hard. All day today.”

“That’s the hidden toll of teaching, isn’t it?” Diane mused, “You see these kids every day and you get so… invested in them. It’s an emotional labor, you know?”

You did know. Just like the papers you graded, it was something you took home with you. Even before Eddie. That was the thing about teaching, even after you went home the job never really ended.

“You really care about him, don’t you?”

Her words hung in the air as your stomach dropped, face turning hot. You couldn’t look her in the eyes. “Yes,” you choked out. “I mean I care about all my students,” you added quickly.

If only she knew.

______

Tuesday, October 29th 1985

Eddie slid his plastic lunch tray along the counter as he waited for his turn in the lunch line like some sort of prisoner.

In his mind he was still cruising the freeway, watching state signs pass, watching the upright citizens of the world go about their daily grind as he watched like a spectator from the outside. Just rambling through. That was what he loved most about skipping school — the feeling of being outside, of wondering what sort of bullshit class his friends were having to fight sleep through as he drove on past with a mug full of coffee and a tank full of gas.

His suffering had earned him almost $300 on Saturday and he was bound and determined to put it to good use. He needed a three day weekend after that. Hell, he really needed to just take the whole week but he figured that might be pushing it.

When he saw the look on your face as he entered your class an hour ago, he was grateful that he hadn’t. He would spend the first ten minutes of it running his fingers over the subtle indents that your green grading pen left behind on his test, feeling for your hand through the paper. Feeling the braille of the lines that came together to form the words “I’m proud of you”.

He could count on one hand the number of As he had gotten in his life — this was one of them.

He would spend the next forty minutes of class watching you, as he always did, with his cheek pressed against his knuckles. He would imagine you in his passenger’s seat — cruising down the road with a mug full of coffee and a tank full of gas. How you would bring your own tapes and serenade him with Joni Mitchell’s “Coyote”. How he would much rather be a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.

The lunch lady took his tray and slapped a helping of overcooked green beans that looked more grey than green, followed by a splat of mashed potatoes and a shriveled pork chop. Eddie was grateful for how generous she was with the gravy, it would help combat the dryness. Yum.

Eddie took the tray and gave a gracious nod before making his way to the head of the Hellfire table.

“Hey man, where were you yesterday?” asked Dustin through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Eddie plopped both his tray and himself down with a sly smirk. He shed his jacket, revealing the bandage on his forearm.

“Oh shit were you in the hospital or something?” asked Mike.

“No he got a tattoo, you doofus,” laughed Jeff, nudging him with his foot under the table.

Mike rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah that’s super obvious.”

“It is,” Jeff snorted.

“Did you end up getting the sphinx from Powerslave?” asked Dave.

“I actually went with the puppet master, I’ll show you guys tomorrow when I can take this thing off. It’s really sick.” Eddie sawed at the hard, dry pork chop with his knife, stabbing it still with the fork in his other hand.

“So how was um, ‘business’ this weekend?” asked Dustin.

Eddie stopped sawing. He hesitated for a moment, his stomach churning as he recalled what happened. The red in Jason’s eyes as he grabbed him by the shirt. The look on all of their faces staring down at him.

Gareth caught his eyes. “Everybody keep an eye out for Jason Carver and any of his bitchboys. They have it out for Eddie,” he interjected.

The table erupted in questions.

“Why, what happened?” asked Dustin.

“Do we need to make them pay?” Dave cracked his knuckles.

“No— no we’re gonna just lay low but keep an eye out for them. Chrissy keeps talking to Eddie and Jason’s being a jealous little bitch about it. Keep an eye out for her too,” answered Gareth.

Eddie felt the pressure release in his chest and gave Gareth a gracious look. He caught the remorse in his eyes. There was another thing that Eddie was relieved by — he left out the part about you.

“Shitheads just being shitheads,” said Eddie finally. “But uh, Gareth’s night wasn’t so shitty,” he prompted with a raise of his eyebrows, changing the subject.

The table shifted audibly.

Gareth smirked. “Yeah Cindy gave me her number.”

Cheers, elbow jabs, and banging on the table came from all directions. Eddie smiled at his friend, full and genuine.

“I called her last night.”

More eruptive cheers. Louder this time.

“What did she say?”

“How’d it go?”

“Did you ask her out?”

“Woah, easy boys, one question at a time,” Gareth chided gently, raising his hands. “I haven’t asked her out yet. We just talked about movies and stuff. I’m trying to feel it out, you know? Gotta take it slow, I don’t wanna scare her away,” he laughed. “It went good though, we talked for like an hour.”

“You should take her to see Goonies,” Dustin suggested.

“She’s already seen Goonies, plus that’s like… is that really a date movie? What kind of movies are date movies?”

Dave snorted, “Stupid movies.”

“Yeah take her to A Room With a View,” Jeff laughed.

“Ew that’s like, serious isn’t it?”

“How ‘bout Rocky IV, that’s romantic,” offered Dustin through a snicker.

“No—no wait the new National Lampoon’s,” Mike chortled.

“Really helpful, thanks guys.”

Eddie chuckled distantly, taking a stab at his green beans. He glanced over toward the door to the teacher’s lounge, across the expanse of the noisy cafeteria. Somewhere behind that wall you too were at a table, eating lunch by yourself in a room full of people. He wondered if you felt as lonely as he did sometimes, a loneliness in feelings that weren’t appropriate to share.

______

Eddie sifted through the contents of his locker, hunting for his chemistry textbook amongst the chaos of loose papers without homes. The door, which shielded him in part from the noisy hallway, was stark. There were remnants of stickers inside from previous occupants, but aside from the papers with his name on it, there was no trace of Eddie Munson. He remembered his first few lockers here, how keen he was to leave his mark on them, to slap Iron Maiden and Slayer stickers on the inside that future occupants would have to scrape to get off. He was less keen to make a home of his sixth.

“Hey Eddie.”

He recognized the voice. Powder soft and sugar sweet, it was twinged with a tentative sadness. He took one look at Chrissy Cunningham and shut his locker, turning away.

“Eddie, wait,” she pleaded, chasing after him.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” he said sharply, keeping his pace.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she admitted, her white tennis shoes hitting the tile in quick succession to keep up with his much larger gait.

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“I— I just wanted to apologize.”

Eddie gave a sharp puff of air through his nose and slowed his pace.

“I’m really sorry about Saturday. I was really drunk, I didn’t mean to get you in any trouble.”

Eddie stopped, turning to her sharply. “Yeah? Well, the longer you stand here and talk to me, the closer I am to getting in trouble again, so…”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

“Well, you have,” he said curtly, turning away. His feet carried him briskly down the hall, leaving her in the gust of air he left behind.

It might have stopped her feet from following him then, but it didn’t stop her eyes from following as they searched for his across the room in chemistry class.

He would try to avoid them, but eventually the searing heat of her gaze got the best of him. He would concede, and when he did catch a glance of those green eyes from across the room he would think about the time he saw them last. Red and heavy lidded. He would think about the way she stumbled off that couch. The way she crumbled under the weight of Jason’s voice.

So he would concede and meet her eyes for just a moment from across the classroom. Behind them, equal parts desire and remorse.

______

How would you describe Eddie Munson? You had been asking yourself this question since your first encounter after school.

There were the obvious things — Plush lips. Strong chin. Soft nose. A jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Big brown eyes like a baby cow. Wild ringlets that framed his face and cascaded down his shoulders.

Then, more subtly — A summer wind. Restless and frenetic, but soft all at once. Soft in the comfortable silence that sometimes fell between you. The silence of listening. There was warmth in him too — the kind of warmth that colored the brightness of his voice when the silence was broken. He was wild, and warm, and restless, and magnetic all at once. A summer wind.

It was a question you would ask yourself after every encounter. Each time you would come away with something more.

What you did know for certain today was that nothing compared to the sight of his sweet face as he took the seat across from you.

“It’s good to see you,” you said. As if that even scratched the surface.

“Yeah, you too.” His eyes held yours as he shed his jacket around the chair. He leaned forward in it, resting his arms on the desk between you.

You were just happy to see the pink in his cheeks, the extra fluff in his hair today. You could smell the product in it even from across the desk. Your fingers occupied themselves with the pen in front of you. “I was… worried about you. On Monday.”

His eyes widened. “Shit, I’m really sorry about that,” he lamented. You could tell that he meant it too. “I was uh, getting this.” He presented his forearm with a cheeky grin.

You looked down at the inky black lines on his skin. At the gnarled hand grasping a wooden marionette cross with strings hanging down. You followed them down to what appeared to be some sort of zombie or undead creature hanging from them.

Your eyes lit up like Christmas. “Aren’t those… illegal here?” you asked in a crazed little whisper, the look on your face was wild and fascinated.

“Only in Indiana.” You could hear the mischief in his voice. “I drove to Illinois to get it. That’s why I had to take the whole day.”

You had to laugh. And you did. “Well I’m glad you’re safe. I guess it was… silly of me to worry so much.”

“No— no I should have at least called in and made up some bullshit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re ok. That’s all that matters.” You looked down at his arm again, at the dark, angry lines across his reddened skin. “Did it hurt?”

“Yeah, it always does a little. This one wasn’t so bad. I have others.” His dark eyes flashed at you as he hooked his fingers over the collar of his shirt, exposing the ink under his collarbone. “This one hurt the worst,” he said with a soft smirk. His hand lingered there, an offering to your eyes.

You cursed the animal inside you. The one that growled from deep within your abdomen and crawled its way into your cheeks. The one that whispered about what your lips might feel like on the skin that he exposed for you.

“O—oh yeah I can see why that would hurt.” Your eyes diverted back to his arm, tracing the lines with your eyes. You brought your face closer to examine, but you were more interested in the velvet skin of his forearm. How something could be strong and soft all at once. Your fingers twitched above it.

“You can touch it,” he said. An offering — an experience. His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your eyes met his. Hesitant, you accepted, lowering your fingers slowly, then your eyes. He was so warm and impossibly soft. You were almost afraid he would feel your pulse pounding through your fingertips as they traced tentative, delicate patterns across his skin.

There was a gentle puff of air against your face as he sighed at the contact.

It took courage to look up at him, but when you did he held your gaze with an intensity that made you shudder.

“Sorry, my fingers are cold,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” His voice was gentle, distant, like a trance. “It feels… nice actually.”

You lowered your eyes again, and then more of your fingers across his warm, velvet skin, sliding slowly up and down the solid expanse of his forearm. You could feel the tendons, the soft brush of hair at the edges.

“Does it still hurt?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, a little. Kind of itches more than anything now.”

His palm was facing up at you, so close to the heat of your body. His long fingers twitched.

You should have pulled away. You knew you should and you were trying but his skin was like a magnet and you could not bring yourself to do it. It was too painful.

“How was the party?” you asked as a knot twisted in your stomach.

He huffed and shook his head, “Pretty shitty if I’m being honest.”

The knot released a little. “That bad huh?”

His eyes widened, giving a crazed little look, “Yeah, it was that bad.”

“What happened?”

His brow furrowed as he searched for the words, “Just… drama I guess — involving a certain, uh, basic primate. It’s really stupid, honestly.”

Your fingers pressed concern against his arm, ever so subtly. “Jason?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, casting his gaze away. “Yeah, he’s a real dick. Anyway, like I said, it’s stupid.”

You wanted to press on, but it seemed like he didn’t care to elaborate.

“I was worried about you, at the party,” you said softly. And then you did something bold, as if possessed by a force stronger than your noble mind — you lowered your palm.

You could feel his approving hum through your hand, the vibrations rippling from under his velvet skin.

“I knew you would be. I was extra careful.” His eyes flitted up to yours. “For you.”

It was the seriousness of his tone that stirred you most. The earnest, deadpan look on his face, like there were volumes behind those two words.

It opened up a narrow passage, and you entered with the boldest thing that you had ever said.

“I really care for you.”

You wondered if he could feel your pulse hammering against his arm, feel your hand start to sweat. Your fingers twitched, mind racing with second-guessing. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. You lifted your hand to remove it, but then he did something that surprised you.

His hand below you gripped your arm.

“No—no,” he soothed, his eyes meeting yours in earnest. “It’s ok.”

Time stopped — frozen as he held you in his gaze. You might have thought your heart stopped too had it not been so audibly pounding in your ears.

“I care for you too,” he admitted.

The breath that was caught in your chest released, and with his permission, you relaxed into the touch. You squeezed his arm gently — a gesture he returned, and heavy sigh escaped both of you at once.

It was only a moment, but there a whisper, no — a bold admission in the quiet of the air between you.

He smiled at you. Breathy and crooked, a wild warmth in his eyes. And for one stolen moment the fear that had nestled itself deep within your chest melted away.

The animal inside you stirred, stretching outward like a yawn, up into your neck and cheeks again. It was warm this time. Comfortable now.

The world around you fell away. The concrete walls, and clocks, and bells, and chalkboards ceased to exist. There was nothing else that mattered except hands on skin across the great divide of the desk lodged between you.

Your mouth twitched but words would not come. You feared that if they did the spell would break.

Eddie was much braver.

“I wish you could have come. To the party. I mean like, hypothetically, not… realistically. But like, another party. I— I don’t know. Sorry that sounds really stupid,” he said with a little chuckle. His arm remained locked to yours, curious fingers wandering across your skin.

“No it’s not, I— I wish I could have gone too. Hypothetically. I would have had a much better Saturday night than I did on my own, trust me,” you said with a pained laugh.

He shook his head, thumb rubbing electric circles on your arm. “Oh I don’t know about that.”

“I do,” you said.

And with that Eddie did something even braver — his palm traced its way down your arm until it found your hand. He held it in his for a moment, warm, calloused thumb soothing over your knuckles. You could feel those bones again, those strong fingers that held you steady as you threatened to tremble.

It was only for a moment. But in this moment there were two things that were abundantly clear for both of you —

1. It felt too good to stop.

2. That things would never be the same.

______

A/N: Well, well — we have an admission! After quite possibly the longest October in history, time is going to start moving a little more quickly now that our forbidden lovebirds are on the same page. We've still got some more hurdles to navigate, but strap in as we prepare for liftoff! 🚀

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A smaller note — I have given Freak #3 the name of Dave.

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kodiakwhiskey · 2 years ago

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All Hallows Eve

Here I am! 3 days late! my life is pure unbridled chaos lately.

Pairing|| Steve Harrington x Fem!reader (now that i'm typing idk what pronouns i actually used)

There's always something happening in Hawkins, and who knows what kind of mayhem occurs during Samhain.

TW: gore, halloween, implied smut, guns, the nail bat, normal ST stuff(lmk if there's another tw needed<3 )

"So you're telling me, you don't remember her coming and getting her cone in a bowl?"

"Should I?" Robin rolled her eyes at him. Shifting her attention to you, she rested her head in her hand, palm against her cheek. "You know that wasn't the weirdest thing she did Robin. In first grade she cut her hair in the bathroom during recess." Robin spun around to see Steve walking over to you. She was convinced he hadn’t noticed you, but for once it seems like she was wrong.

“Hey, Y/N” He leaned against the shelving, careful not to put too much weight on it and save himself from knocking everything over again. “Have you seen the new Swamp Thing?”

You put the movie you were looking at back, before grabbing another and going over the back section. “No. Do you have any recommendations? I have a date coming over tonight and I want to impress him.” Steve felt his heart drop into his stomach, but laughed nervously.

“Here check these out.” He pulled you over to a completely different section, the words ringing in his ears. You? Have a date? That was like next to impossible. You’d always been the single one. You didn’t date, like, ever. You noticed the far away look in his eyes as he handed you a couple movies.

“Steve? Are you okay?”

“Yeah of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” Because I wanted to date you. He wants to scream it at you, he wants to just buck up and tell you, but before he could say anything you took both movies, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“Thanks Harrington. I’ll be returning these pronto if they’re garbage.” You laughed and went over to the counter, chatting with Robin as she got the tapes rented to you.

Steve didn’t see you for a couple days after that. He knew you’d come by, because those two movies had been returned, in pristine condition like you always did when renting. He tried to inquire with Robin, but she just shook her head at him.

The next time he saw you was at school. Your hair changed, and it looked like your wardrobe had as well. His feet started carrying him towards you, but he stopped midway when Nancy walked over to you. That seemed like a bad idea. He refocused on his locker, conveniently across from yours and decided to just get his bag situated.

"So… how was it?" Nancy seemed way too excited to inquire about your first date, barely giving you time to grab your textbooks. "And be honest. You don't have to spare my feelings."

"Ugh Nancy it was horrible!" You sighed and checked your hair for the 50th time that morning. "I have literally never been so mortified." She moved your hair around a bit, wincing herself at the damage. "Oh geez, is it that bad?" You felt like you could cry again as she put her hand on your shoulder.

"Honestly I wouldn't be able to tell unless I was looking for it. Come on, you look fine. Let's head to class. " She grabbed your textbooks for Civics, closing your locker and pulling you away. "So what even happened?"

"You wouldn't even believe me if I told you." The two of you make your way through the halls as you recount the weekend to her.

By the time you reach class you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You had this class with Steve. The thought of him seeing you like this was mortifying, even with your already low self esteem. You watched him take his seat next to you, pulling out his binder. You looked away before he caught you staring, and you buried your face into your textbook. This class lasts a whole hour. You usually looked forward to it, being paired with your crush usually helped but right now you wished you took the day off.

"How'd you like the movies?" Your face fell at his question. You didn't get to watch them and wouldn't be able to for a while.

"They were great! I'll probably rent them again to show my dad when he gets back." You hated this, but you couldn't hurt his feelings like that. He was so genuine to you.

He was quiet the rest of class, unusually so. You spent the rest of the morning overthinking it.

By the time lunch rolls around you find yourself in the library. Wedged in the window seat in the corner, your small lunch sitting next to you as you read, lost in the world of Narnia. You were absentmindedly munching on your sandwich, having to restart the page because you keep getting distracted. A dip in the cushion causes your attention to pull away from the book, to Steve who is sitting next to you.

"You don't have to lie to me to spare my feelings."

You blush and look up from your book at his goofy grin, and hit him with your book. "Shut it Steve."

"Is everything ok? You normally ignore me but you seem off today." You turned away from him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "If it didn't go well with Ian, don't feel bad you really dodged a bullet with that one."

"That's a mean thing to say about your friend."

"You're more of a friend than he ever was." He looked over at you, your hair falling in front of your face. "Seriously what happened?"

"He caught my vhs on fire…" You paused, turning your head away to look at the book shelf, "And my hair."

"Can we talk? About what's happened."

"You'll have to be more specific than that, Harrington." He recognized the hurt you tried to make with your playful tone.

"You know what." The bell rang, and you gathered your lunch, stuffing the rest of the bag into your backpack. "Please, just hear me out."

"Fine." You turned to face him. "Meet me after-school. This is your one chance Harrington. Better use it wisely." You turned on your heel, all but marching out of the library.

Steve spent the rest of afternoon classes thinking about you. He couldn’t be mad at you for being hurt, though he hated himself for it. He thought about freshman year when you had stopped talking to him. Then everything with Nancy happened and meeting the kids and he realized just how far apart the two of you grew. He made his way down to the field, seeing you on the bleachers. You were quiet as he sat down, and the two of you remained silent for a while. He didn't know where to start.

“I’m sorry.I don’t really know where to start but I guess that’s a good start.” You kept facing the tree line, the wind sweeping back your hair “I should have called. I should have done more to speak to you. Everything I can say is just going to sound like excuses but I don’t want to make excuses anymore.” He turns a little towards you, his knee bumping yours. “The truth is, I got swept up in life and I left you behind.” his hand slid into yours and you finally turned to face him, tears in your eyes.

“You promised…”

“I know…” His hand brushed away a stray tear. “I won’t leave you again. For real this time.” Your face broke into a wide smile at his goofy grin. “Starting with tomorrow. You, me and Swamp thing. Unless you wanna go to that dumb party.”

“I’d love to see a movie with you, but my tape player broke, remember?”

"Not to fret. I have the perfect idea." He smiled and stood up, grabbing his bag. "I'll pick you up at 7?" You smiled and nodded and he took off, waving at you as he made his way to his car, already late for work.

The next day you spent anxiously waiting at home. It was Halloween, but the debate was whether or not to wear a costume. Thanks to your work with the drama club, you basically had an entire wardrobe of costumes. But what to wear? Vampire? No… everyone was going to be that. Your eyes settle onto the headpiece of faux antlers you took during a production of a midsummer night's dream and you throw together one of the old Greek chiffons. Nancy helped you fix your hair last night, which required a drastic cut to your normally long hair. By the time you finished getting ready Steve was in your living room, talking with your dad.

"Have her home by last call bud. I trust you." You could tell from the tone that your dad missed having him around. You reached the bottom of the stairs and your dad gave you a kiss on the forehead, telling you both to have fun before he went into the basement.

Steve took you to the drive in, not expecting it to be busy, but it looks like everyone else had the same idea. The two of you parked and he jumped out, going to get food. You tried to spot familiar faces in the crowd but there were too many. You slumped down into the seat and fiddled with your bag while waiting for Steve to come back.

The air got colder and you cursed yourself for not bringing a sweater. Something else felt off though. You popped back up in the car, but everything was empty.

“Steve?” You opened the door of the car, stepping out softly onto the ground. “Harrington!” There was an ooze sticking to the benches in the front, none of the other cars were here anymore. You felt a chill realizing you were alone.

Steve ran into Nancy and Jonathan on his way back to the car, feeling a strange chill down his spine. “Hey, does something feel off to you guys?”

“Yeah Nancy had a weird feeling all morning, my moms been kinda freaking out too.” Nancy was looking around when she spotted Steve’s car.

“Hey I thought you were here with Y/N?”

“What do you mean she’s in the…” His face fell when he noticed you missing. “What the hell?”

“You don’t think it’s the same thing as last time right?” Nancy knew you wouldn’t do well on your own, not with how things had been lately. If the Mind Flayer was still alive somehow? She couldn’t even begin to think about how scared you’d be. “Steve, do you still have that bat with the nails in it?” He nodded, and without thinking ran back to the car, hopping in and peeling out to go to his house, while Nancy and Jonathan hatched a plan. He wasn't expecting Dustin to be at his house when he got there.

"Can't talk Henderson. " He ran up the stairs, Dustin trailing behind him.

"I didn't think you'd bail on me tonight."

"We had plans?" He rummaged through his closet before pulling it from the back.

"Dude you don't remember? You told me we could watch that movie, you even rented it last week." Steve ran back down to the car. "Why do you need the bat anyways."

"Well I have to go save my best friend now. "

"I thought I was your best friend." Dustin slid onto the passenger seat buckling himself in. "I'm coming too then." Steve didn't argue as he peeled out of the drive, racing back towards Nancy and Jonathan. "You still didn't tell me who it is you ditched me for." Steve’s small goofy grin returned when he thought of you in your costume. That grin turned into a sad smile, thinking about you alone out there, scared.

"Y/N L/N. I think I love her."

“Ew gross, that's my cousin, man. She’s almost a sibling.” Dustin’s complaints fall on deaf ears and Steve thinks of you.The drive flies by him as they approach, Nancy and Jonathan having accumulated the rest of the kids.

It's so much colder out here, and you regret not staying in the car, but your feet drag you through the forest. If you can just get back to Hawkins you'll be fine. Your knees buckle, and you steady yourself on a nearby tree. A low growling in the distance shakes you from your frozen daze, and you move a little quieter throughout the forest until you see Hawkins from the tree line.

"It's too bad El doesn't have powers anymore." Mike smacks Dustin in the back of the head as they walk through the woods behind the Byer's house. "What it's the truth? Then she could tell her where to go."

"Are you sure that portal is still open? I thought we closed Fort Byers during the first incident with the mind flayer." Will shakes his head at his brother's question, looking back down at the county map Nancy snagged from the gas station.

"No but this gives us a chance to figure it out without interruptions."

The video store looked abandoned, and so did your hopes of finding someone. You went to grab a hold of your chapstick from the makeshift pocket, applying it to your chewed lips to try and bring some sense of balance back to you. You heard the growling again and threw the door open to the store, drawing the blinds closed. You'd just have to wait and hope it didn't break in after you.

Your chapstick fell and rolled underneath a shelf, but was gone when you went to grab it. You also noticed your pendant and some other items on you had fallen off and disappeared during your trek. You managed to pick the lock on the door to the office using the paperclips and a screwdriver you found behind the counter, finding the shotgun you know the owner kept hidden in case of emergencies. With extra ammunition nonetheless.

"Hey Steve?" He stopped when he heard Nancy's voice, turning around to see your necklace in her hands. "This is hers right?"

"Yeah…" He took it, a hope building in his chest. "It was a present when we turned 12. My mom gave it to her." He stared down at it, thinking about you laughing during your cheer practice freshman year. "I didn't know she kept it." Jonathan clapped a hand on his shoulder, pulling him with them as they continued to the car.

"Come on lover boy. I think she might have left us a trail to the portal." Will was the first to hop in the back of the pick up their mom got for Jonathan. The rest of them follow suit, Steve keeping an eye out for anything he recognizes as yours.

You really regretted skipping out on dinner. You thought about the cinnamon rolls and the leftover chili waiting for you in the fridge at home and your stomach growled.

"Fuck man. If I knew what fucking dimension I apparently was in I could find food." You grumbled some more about how this was not Narnia, nor Middle Earth and eventually you found some suspicious looking chips, chilling on the desk, open. You were that desperate yet. You stayed in the office having relocked the door behind you. It was quiet. It was safe for now. If something was hunting you, you doubted that it would be kept at bay by a metal door. This didn't seem like a time to apply Fey rules.

Steve yelled at Jonathan to stop as they reached town, spotting another item of yours.

He remembers the white shawl you brought, even after your father told you to grab a coat. He untangled it from the branches for the bush, your perfume still lingering on the fabric.

"We need to grab Robin."

"What are you talking about?"

"If she's in the Upside Down, she's seeking two things. A weapon and shelter." Jonathan nodded and they drove to Robin's house, her running outside as soon as Steve explains you're missing. When they pull up they see your antlers, right in front of the door, before they're suddenly broken apart.

"Everyone else saw that right?" Steve nodded at Dustin's words, slowly getting out of the truck.

"I'm going in."

"Wait Steve, we need a plan!" Robin tried to reason with him as he stuck the keys in the lock.

"Kids, you stay here, run communication." Nancy grabbed the bat, following Steve.

You were that desperate. The stale BBQ chips Steve liked so much made your stomach churn a bit, before it finally settled down. The door chimed and you gripped your hold on the shotgun, standing to face the door.

Steve didn't even think about it when he heard the click of the shotgun from the office. He found you. He had decided on the way here he wasn't going to waste another minute, and he wasn't going to let fear stop him from that sweet minty kiss.

"STEVE!"

The shout from Nancy saved you a bullet and also alerted you to your hunter.

You quickly repositioned and shot it in the head, the body of the Demodog falling to their feet. You double tapped for good measure.

"You are so hot when you murder supernatural beings." Nancy sniggers at Robin, her jaw almost hanging open. You do a quick scan before you disarm.

"Does this mean I should start wearing leather?" You wink at Robin teasingly, and Steve blushed trying hard not to think about that image you planted. "I don't think that thing was alone." You ran back into the office and grabbed more ammo, stuffing it in your pocket. "I heard it from all directions before I locked myself in here."

"God you are so hot."

"Steve, focus." Your eyes widened slightly when you fully registered what he said. "Wait what?"

"Now isn't the time guys. The portal moved." Nancy's face fell as they peeked out the door. Jonathan was filling Will in on the walkie.

"Wait, hold on. Steve, what's going on?"

"I'm in love with you."

"You dignus! Not right now! I could have died!" You shove his shoulder lightly, chills running down your spine from the contact. "Where are we and why do you guys know what's going on?" The four of them paused at your words. You focused in on the walkie, hearing Dustin's voice on the walkie. "Steve, why is my cousin talking to you guys through a walkie-talkie?" Your eyes grew wide. "You did not put my cousin in danger like this you…" Robin rushed in between you and Steve, watching the rage build in your eyes.

"Hey we can talk about this later, but right now we're still in danger and we have to find the portal back." You mumble something and grab the radio from Jonathan.

“Hey Dusty?”

“Copy Sandman, I hear you loud and clear, what do you need?”

“Remember the old tire by the creek? Meet you there in 60.”

You handed the walkie back to Jonathan and walked out with the extra box of ammo, stuffing it into the plastic bag you grabbed from the entrance.

“How are we supposed to get there if we can’t drive?”

“That’s not wholly true. Jon showed me how to drive the truck once. I think I can manage.” The 6 of them were about to pile into the cab when Dustin spotted the familiar mop of their dungeon master.

“Hey Eddie!” He strolled over, poised to question his summoning when Dustin handed him the keys. “You can drive us.”

“How do you know there’s a portal at this place?”

“I don’t.” The four of them stopped, all simultaneously protesting. “Look, it's Halloween. Samhain. It’s when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest.” You keep walking forwards. You’d make a portal if you had to. The constant paranoia was too much to handle. Seeing you go on without them, Steve started walking, quickly catching up with you, and the three of them followed suit.

“Can we talk?” Steve’s voice rang in your ears, and you looked over to see he had taken the bat from Nancy, and was beside you now.

"About what Steve? That you were literally throwing yourself into danger for the last 3 years and didn't even have the balls to tell me? " He paused, closing his mouth and staring at you. "If the reason why we weren't talking was because I wasn't cool enough to trust, then why start now? Nothing has changed."

“That’s not what it is.” His hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him. “If I had told you, you would have flipped and gotten hurt and I…”

“Think about how I feel, yeah? First you start dating Nancy and I see even less of you, then I find out you’ve been fighting in another dimension with her?” You turned around, marching forward. “We need to move. I want out of here.” Robin put her hand on Steve’s shoulder as you walked away, before following.

The trek to the creek didn’t take too long after that, you trying to communicate with Dustin.

“I think there is actually a portal here, but in the water.”

“Great so I get to jump into freezing water. Terrific.”

“It won’t be that bad and we’ll be here to pull you out.”

A twig snapping caught your attention, and you spun towards the noise, aiming the shotgun into the distance. “We need to go through now.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” The low growl caught everyone’s attention, and Nancy and Jonathan jumped into the water, disappearing under the surface.

“Robin go. I’ve got your back covered.” She jumped into the water and you fired a shot, another demodog falling to the ground. "Steve, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He looked over and swung his bat at one, knocking it to the side.

"For this." You shoved him into the water, his eyes wide, the scream lodged in his throat. You turned and shot another one, fumbling with the shells to reload.

"Well. I guess it's now or never."

Steve emerged from the water, coughing and sputtering, your name coming out in a shout as he turned back towards the water. "God that self sacrificing bitch!" Steve threw the bat down, getting stuck in the muddy river bank. They waited a while longer before Steve started trying to go back. He had stripped his shirt off and was about to jump back in when you emerged from the water, meeting his face. Before you could say anything he was pulling you out of the water. “And you called me the idiot! Are you insane?! Why the hell did you-”

His words were silenced by your kiss, your hands on his cheeks. You were freezing now, your skin turning much paler than normal. “I love you too, Steve Harrington.” There was a slight cough in the background and before you knew it there was a towel around your shoulders.

They piled into the truck, heading to Steve’s place, where they deemed the safest from prying eyes. Eddie finally introduced himself to you, and his flirty remarks earned a quick, quiet glare from Steve.

Everyone else dispersed around the house, but Steve took you to his bedroom.

“You’re such a fucking idiot.” As soon as the door closed his lips were on yours, his hands stripping you of your wet clothes. “What part of that said ‘Lets just leave the person we came for’?” you smiled and he pulled away, smiling too, before running to his bathroom and turning on the hot water. You pulled his heated blanket out of the bottom of his closet, plugging it in behind his night stand. His room hadn’t changed much, maybe some new posters, but the photo on his desk caught your eye. It was a new frame, considering you had broken the old one in a fit of rage. The two of you, right before high school. Right before he became King Steve and you became just another face in the crowd. The corner was still torn, and you could practically see the glass on the carpet. You felt Steve wrap his arms around you, moving the picture from your hand, and pulling you into the bathroom with him. It was going to be a long night for the two of you.

#steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #stranger things fix #stranger things #steve harrington

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itsthemysterykids · 2 years ago

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Oooohhhh! What about candy store?

Dipper: Dear Diary, it’s been three weeks since I became friends with l'he Richies… *crosses something out* 'Friends" isn’t the right word, exactly. It's more like the Richies are people I work with and our job is being popular and shit-

*The bell rings. Neil and Mabel walk up to Dipper, not sure what to say*

Neil: … Hey, Dipper.

Dipper: Hey.

Mabel: You really look beauliful these clays.

Dipper: Yeah, well, it's still the same me underneath.

Mabel: Are you sure?

Dipper: Look, I'm sorry I flaked on movie night last week. I've had a lot going on.

Neil: We get that. You're with the Richies now. It's exciting.

Dipper: Whatever. But we'II hang soon, I promise.

*Dib arrives*

Dib: Dipper! Lili says to haul ass to the caf, pronto.

Dipper: How very.

*Dipper and Dib make their way into the cafeteria, passing by Norman Babcock, a boy in dark colors leaning against the wall. He’s reading Flowers of Evil.)

*Dipper and Dib join Lili and Wybie at their table. Lili is doing her nails while Wybie brushes her hair*

Lili: *Notices them Dipper, finally! I need a forged note Raz Aquato’s handwiiting. You'll need something to write on. Dib bend over.

*Dib bends over to allow Dipper to write on his back. It’s degrading, but he’s used to it. Dipper writes as Lili dictates and shows him a paper with Raz’s handwriting for him to compare*

Lili: "Hi, Honey, I've been watching you ... and thinking about us in the old days. I hope you can come to my homecoming party this weekend. I miss you ... Raz." Put an "XO" after the signature.

Dipper: What's this for anyway?

Lili: You remember how Raz used to hang with Mabel Pines?

Dipper: *Suddenly nervous* Well yeah, in kindergarten. We all did.

Dib: Well, we all didn't kiss on the kickball field.

Wybie: *suddenly excited* Oh my God, that day! I totally forgot. Raz kissed Mabel Pines. *Laughs* It was disgusting!

Lili: *takes the note* Perfect. *Coraline and Raz enter the cafeteria, she flags them, down* Raz, come here!

Raz: Whaddaya think she wants?

Coraline: I don’t know, to French? Go! *Raz coolly makes his way over to the Richies while she only goes over to Wybie* Hey, babe.

Wybie: *Smiles* Hey.

*Lili hands Raz the note*

Lili: Be a dear and give this note to Mabel Pines for me.

Dipper: Wait-

Raz: Since when do you talk to that weirdo? *He starts to unfold the note. Lili stops hirn*

Lili: Don't read it. She's having extra-heavy flow and wanted some advice from my gyno.

Raz: Ugh!

*Dipper takes the note from Raz. Instantly, he's surrounded by the Richies. Raz and Coraline step back, knowing this won’t end well*

Lili: What are you doing?

Dipper: Please, don’t do this! Not to Mabel!

Dib: Why? It’ll give her wet dream material for weeks-

Lili: Shut up, Dib!

Dib: Sorry, Lili.

Dipper: Mabel has had a thing for Raz for like twelve years now, this will kill her! It’s horrible, it’s-

Lili: Are we gonna have a problem?! *This catches the attention of the cafeteria* You got a bone to pick? You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I'd normally slap your face off And everyone here could watch. But I'm feeling nice Here's some advice-

Lili/Wybie/Dip: Listen up, biotch!

*The Richies advance on Dipper, smiling in tight formation like Satan's favorite singing group*

Wybie/Dib: I like!

Lili: Lookin' hot, buying stuff they cannot!

Wybie/Dib: I like!

Lili: Drinkin' hard! Maxin' Dad's credit card!

Wybie/Dib: I like!

Lili: Skippin' gym, Scaring her, Screwing him!

Wybie/Dib: I like!

Lili: Killer clothes!

Richies: Kickin' nerds in the nose!

Lili: If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls! Let your mommy fix you a snack!

Wybie/Dib: Wo-oah!

Lili: Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke! In my Porsche with the quarterback!

Lili/Wybie/Dib: Woah! Woah! Woah! Honey, whatchu waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store! It's time for you to prove you're not a loser anymore… Then step into my candy store…

Wybie: Girls fall!

Dib: At your feet! Pay the check!

Wybie: Help you cheat!

Lili/Wybie/Dib: All you!

Dib: Have to do!

Lili: Say goodbye to those two.

Lili/Wybie/Dib: Those freak's!

Wybie: Aren’t your friends! I can tell in the end!

Lili/Wybie/Dib: If they!

Dib: Had your shot!

Lili/Wybie/Dib: They would leave you to rot!

Wybie: 'Course if you don't care- Fine! Go braid her hair! Maybe Sesame Street is on!

*Lili sneaks the forged love note away from a distracted Dipper. She passes it to Wybie*

Lili/Wybie/Dib: Wo-oah!

Wybie: Or forget that creep!

Dib: And get in my jeep!

Lili: Let's go tear up someone's lawn!

As Mabel walks by, Wybie slips the note onto her lunch tray*

Lili/Wybie/Dib: Wo-oah! Wo-oah! Wo-oah! Honey, whatchu waitin' for?! Welcome to my candy store! You just gotta prove you're not a pussy anymore… Then step into my candy store…

*Mabel opens the note and reads it*

Lili: You can join the team!

Wybie/Dib: Or you can bitch and moan!

Lili: You can live the dream!

Wybie/Dib: Or you can die alone!

Lili: You can fly with eagles!

Wybie/Dib: Or if you prefer!

Lili: Keep on testing me!

Lili/Wybie/Dib: And end up like her!

*Mabel hurries over to Dipper, waving the forged "note from Raz."*

Mabel: Dipper, look! Raz invited me to his homecoming party! This proves he's been thinking about me.

*Dipper glances over at the Richies. Lili gives him a "Who’s it going to be?" look*

Dipper: … Color me stoked!

Mabel: I'm so happy!

*Mabel leaves. Now its Dib’s turn to solo - he makes the most of his moment*

Dib: Wo-oah~! Honey, whatchu waiting fo...

Lili: *Pushes Dib out of the way* Shut up, Dib! Step into my candy store!

Wybie/Dib: Time for you to prove you’re not a lame-ass anymore!

Lili/Wybie/Dib: Then step into my candy store! It's my candy store It's my candy! It's my candy store It's my candy! It's my candy store It's my candy stoooreee!

*The Richies leave. Dipper starts to exit, passing Norman. He spiels to Dipper without looking up from his book*

Norman: You shouldn't have bowed down to the Swatch--dogsand Diet-Cokeheads. They're gonna crush that girl.

Dipper: … I'm sorry,what?

#coraline #mystery kids #paranorman #gravity falls #psychonauts #the mystery kids #ask stuff #answered ask #heathers au #heathers the musical

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dangermousie · 4 years ago

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I've watched the Novoland: The Castle in the Sky movie and got flabbergasted at seeing a explicit sex scene. There was not full nudity, but homegirl was riding hot uncle's d*ck like there's not tomorrow. And now I just saw the new webmovie The revenge of the flowers trailer and the eroticism is off the charts. People are allowed to be horny on movies but not on dramas? It's the same thing with kdramas and kmovies, the contrast it's interesting but I don't understand the reason.

Well, to be fair, how many of us, given the opportunity and not being otherwise in a relationship, would cavil at riding hot uncle's d*ck? There is a reason he's hot uncle.

Ahem.

I haven't seen that many Chinese movies but I used to watch Korean ones and some of them were not far from x-rated. (I mean, watch Frozen Flower for a whole new appreciation of Jo In Sung. Mmmm.)

Turning off pervy mode and attempting to pretend I am not just a human-shaped bag of hormones, I think the answer for Chinese and Korean movies being more explicit than Chinese and Korean shows is probably the same as to why there are Hollywood movies that are R-rated but outside of premium cable channels like HBO and its terribly bad yet terribly explicit sex scenes (I am old enough to remember when Cinemax was nicknamed "Skinemax" for that same reason), American shows are nowhere near as explicit, especially when it comes to the network shows - i.e., shows on Fox, NBC, CBS and ABC aka the Big Four - the channels you don't need to get any cable to have.

An American network show might show more skin than e.g., a Chinese web drama, but it is still nowhere near what an American movie can show. That is because whatever regulates these things in each country is much more strict on things that can be shown where anyone can watch including children and old ladies that will write complaint letters, than something like a movie which is shown in a controlled environment and a rating slapped on. (I don't know if the rule is still in effect, but that is also the reason that at one time shows on American TV shown prior to 10pm had to have less of that content in them then shows shown after.) It's the same reason you can swear up a blue streak in a movie or an HBO show but not on some police procedural on ABC at 8pm.

But now tell me more about the hot uncle movie...that's the only piece of Novoland I haven't watched and clearly must remedy it pronto.

#asks

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cocastyle · 5 years ago

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Change - Ch. 2 | F I V E

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 6,390

A/N - sorry for the wait but I’m going to be starting college soon so I’ve been busy with family, friends, and buying stuff for my dorm. I’m hoping to start writing updates again so here’s the first one many! let me know what you think especially with Greyson in the mix because I just love him so much! also, let me know if you like me including the flashbacks because I kind of loved it and was thinking about including more than what is just in the movie!

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F I V E - Remember

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Y/N stared up at the Derry Townhouse in front of her, a sick feeling in her stomach as she realized that she had to go in there and convince her friends to stay. If there was any shot of them defeating It, it had to be with all of them there. That's how they defeated It last time and that was the only way they would be able to defeat It this time.

She knew her friends would think she was crazy. She was well aware of the fact. Y/N just wasn't sure what she was going to say or if she was even ready to face them after what they had all just found out. She wasn't ready for the looks of pity or the reminders of Stan especially since her heart was already so fragile that one more blow might actually kill her.

The woman found herself spiraling down a whirlpool of her own thoughts and she would've only gotten worse if it weren't for Greyson gently grabbing ahold of her hand and giving it a squeeze. Y/N glanced at the boy, his red eyes matching hers despite the small reassuring smile on his face.

Y/N really didn't deserve Greyson as a son. It was almost too good to be true.

"Together," Greyson whispered, reminding her once again that she wasn't alone no matter how much she felt like she was without Stan. Y/N gave a short nod and squeezed Greyson's hand once before the two began walking up the steps of the townhouse.

They were inside within seconds and were instantly met with Richie yelling at Ben and Beverly with his bag hanging from his shoulder, "Whatever you guys are talking about, let's make it happen fast, alright? We got to go." He turned towards the stairs and yelled up, "Edwardo, andele! Let's go!"

Richie then seemed to notice the presence of Y/N and Greyson and let out a small sigh of relief. "I don't know where the fuck you've been, but go grab your shit. We're getting out of here pronto," Richie announced as he walked over to behind the girl and began lightly shoving her towards the steps. "Come on, Uris. Move it."

"Rich, I can't," Y/N managed to say, her words causing the man to freeze before letting out a loud laugh.

"Real funny, Y/N. Now come on. I'm not leaving here until I know you're safe and on your way home," Richie insisted as he tried to move her again.

"Richie," Y/N sighed, but the man was barely listening to her as he caught wind of Beverly and Ben's conversation in which Y/N and Greyson couldn't help but listen to either.

"There's something you're not telling us. You knew how Stanley died. You knew," Ben said, his words making the three wide eyed while Beverly just remained silent.

"Wait, what?" Richie questioned as he let go of Y/N and walked into the small parlor the pair was in. Y/N quickly followed after, coming to a stop beside Richie while Greyson came up behind them.

"You. . .knew?" Y/N whispered, a flicker of hurt flashing through her eyes while Beverly lowered her gaze to the floor.

"I can't do this," Beverly muttered before brushing past the four and attempting to walk away into a different room.

"She knew how Stanley was going to die? Is that what she just said?" Richie asked, but Ben and Y/N were already following after the red head. Richie glanced to Greyson who merely shrugged. The man noticed his red eyes and sighed before placing a hand on the kid's shoulder in comfort as they walked after the three.

"You can't just walk away from this," Ben insisted while Beverly rapidly rang the bell at the front desk. "How did you know where he killed himself? Bev."

The red head ignored them and moved around the counter. "Talk to me. Just talk to me like we used to!" Ben exclaimed, but when his attempts still didn't work, Y/N stepped in and was quick to stand in front of the girl to stop her from moving.

Beverly was quiet as she stared at Y/N, the later staring at the red head in a mixture of pain and sadness as she reached out to grab onto Beverly's hand. "Bev, please," Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over the girl's face as she desperately squeezed her hand.

If Beverly had known that Stan was going to die, Y/N needed to know how and why. It just didn't make sense. None of this did. And Y/N really just wanted the whole picture. She deserved that much.

Beverly let out a shaky breath, tears beginning to fill her eyes as she whispered, "Because I saw it. I've seen all of us die, even—" She trailed off as her eyes flickered over to Greyson. Y/N's breath caught in her throat and she glanced back at her son who stared back wide eyed while Richie tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder.

A heavy silence fell among the group as Beverly's words began to sink in. No one even bothered glancing at Eddie who was noisily making his way down the stairs with his two bags that kept banging against the wooden railing and wall.

"Okay. I just got to grab my toiletry bag and then we can go," Eddie announced as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He set his bags down and looked up at the group, pausing almost instantly at the looks on their faces while Y/N finally glanced over at him. The look she gave him made his blood run cold.

"What'd I miss?"

- - -

"Okay, so what do you mean that you've seen us all die?" Eddie questioned, not being able to fathom what Beverly meant. Y/N just put her head in her hands, the regret of deciding to stay coursing through her body while Greyson just sat silent by her side at the mini bar in the room they were in.

"Yeah, cause I got to be honest. That's a fucked up thing to just drop on somebody," Richie muttered.

"Every night since Derry I've been. . .having these nightmares," Beverly explained. "People in pain. People dying. People—" She fell short as a look of horror and pain flashed across her face.

"So you have nightmares?" Eddie questioned as he stopped next to Y/N's chair and leaned against the back. "I have nightmares. People, they have nightmares. But that doesn't mean that your visions are true."

He nudged Y/N and the woman glanced back at him to find Eddie giving her a look as if to ask her to back him up, but for once she couldn't. Y/N just looked away and Eddie swallowed thickly, dread washing over him as he looked to Beverly.

"I've watched every single one of us this week," Beverly whispered, her words making Y/N lean further into her hands as she shook her head.

"You've seen every single one of us what?" a new voice questioned. Y/N sat up almost instantly, her head turning around so quickly she could've gotten whiplash. Her eyes locked on Bill who was already staring back at her from where he stood beside Mike, a small look of surprise and relief on his face at seeing her sitting there.

Y/N didn't know why she had the sudden urge to cross the room and fall into the man's arms, but she did and somehow she was able to keep herself in her seat. Bill's eyes flashed with an unreadable expression as he stared at her, but then he seemed to remember what he had been saying and blinked before looking back down at Beverly.

"To the place where Stanley wound up. That's how we end," Beverly said, her eyes flickering over to Y/N who immediately avoided eye contact and stared down at her hands. A hand was placed on top of her own and Y/N glanced to her side where Greyson was giving her a soft reassuring smile as he squeezed her hand. Y/N squeezed his hand back, her heart warming at just how amazing her son was.

"Okay, how come the rest of us aren't seeing that shit? What—what makes her so different?" Richie asked.

"The dead lights," Y/N muttered, her whole body feeling as if it had suddenly been dunked under cold water. She distantly saw Beverly floating in the air, her eyes glazed over as she floated above them trapped in some sort of prison that Pennywise was able to conjure.

Everyone's eyes flickered over to her and Y/N sighed before taking her free hand and running it through her hair while the other one held on tightly to her son. "It's the only thing that makes sense. No one else's got trapped in the dead lights, only Bev," she explained.

"She was the only one of us that got caught in the dead lights that day," Bill muttered as the memory came back to him and the others.

The man shook his head and crossed the room to sit in the seat beside Y/N, plopping down in disbelief while Greyson watched his mother gently reach out and place a hand on Bill's shoulder. Bill's hand flew up instantly, settling on top of her own and holding onto it tightly before the two exchanged a small look.

"We were all touched by it. Changed. Deep down like an infection or a virus. A virus! You understand! Slowly—" Mike tried to say as he reached out for Eddie, but the man quickly slid past him and began pacing around the room. "That virus, it's been growing for twenty seven years. This whole time metastasizing. It just got to Stan first because—"

"He's the weakest," Richie said and before anyone could even blink, Y/N had slammed her hand on the counter in order to push her up off her seat. She was in front of Richie in a matter of seconds, her finger pointed at his chest while a look of pure fury dawned her face.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she darkly said, "Stanley was not weak. He. . .he was brave and kind and. . .and—" Y/N had to pause in order to stop the sob that had begun to cross her lips. "And a better man than you will ever be!"

Richie's face softened as he looked down at his friend and for a moment it was like he saw the same thirteen year old that had been his best friend all of those years ago, the same girl who rarely left her cousin's side and loved him with all of her heart. Fuck, he was an asshole, wasn't he?

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to hurt you," Richie whispered as he carefully reached out and wrapped his arms around the girl, pulling her closer to his body for a hug. She fell against him with no fighting, her body limp against his own while her hands balled into fists on his jacket.

A soft sob escaped her lips and she weakly shook the man as she said again, "Stanley's not weak. He's not. . .he's not weak."

Richie just held her tighter, his eyes flickering up to the others who were all glaring at him. He gave them all an apologetic smile and most of them shook their heads and looked away, but Bill and Greyson continued to glare at Richie from where they sat next to each other at the counter.

"What Beverly sees, it will come to pass," Mike said after a moment of silence where Y/N finally managed to calm herself down enough to look back at the others while Richie continued to hold her comfortingly which no one bothered pointing out. He had always had a soft spot for the girl since they were younger and now was no exception, especially considering the fact that he had been the one to make her upset. "It's what'll happen to all of us eventually unless we stop it."

"How the hell are we supposed to do that?" Eddie questioned, glancing over at Y/N to see if she was alright and smiling softly as he watched her pull away from Richie and return the soft smile that Richie was giving her as he brushed her hair out of her face and whispered another apology.

"The ritual of Chüd," Mike told them.

Y/N scrunched up her nose, wiping at her eyes to get rid of the last of her tears as she pushed her emotions aside and tried to be the brave girl she had been twenty seven years ago when she first fought the clown. "The ritual of what now?" she questioned, her and Richie sharing a look of disgust and confusion.

"Chüd," Mike said again. "The Shokapiwah, the first ones who fought it, they have a saying. All living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit."

"Tribal ritual? Are you fucking kidding me, man?" Richie questioned while Y/N just shook her head and walked over to the line of alcohol bottles on the wall. She was quick to grab a bottle and pour herself a shot before downing it in a matter of seconds. She could feel eyes on her and glanced over at her son who had an eyebrow raised. Sighing, Y/N poured herself one last shot and set the bottle down before walking over to the counter and leaning opposite of Greyson.

"There's gotta be another way," Y/N insisted, downing her last shot and setting the glass down while Bill sneaked a worried look in her direction.

"Y/N's right. This thing comes back what? Every twenty seven years? Let's kick the can down the road and do it then," Richie suggested.

"We'll be seventy years old, asshole," Eddie pointed out.

Y/N winced. "Yeah, I'd like to think I'll be up and kicking at seventy, but I'll have one foot in the grave before I can even think about fighting some fucking clown at that age," she muttered.

"It doesn't work that way," Beverly assured her. "None of us make it another twenty years, not even Greyson, and the way it happens—"

Beverly trailed off again and Y/N glanced at Greyson before clenching her jaw. "You trailing off every time you're about to say something horrible does not make this any less terrifying," Y/N said, her eyes locking on Bill who had his concerned gaze on Greyson as if he couldn't imagine the kid dying a horrible death this early in his life because of Pennywise.

"So if we don't beat It this cycle then we die," Ben concluded.

"Horrible," Eddie added.

"Yeah, I don't need the horrible part," Richie assured the man.

"I didn't say it, she said it. Not me," Eddie muttered.

"Wow, such great options we have. Either give up and die, lose and die, or somehow pull a win out of asses and actually get to live the rest of our lives. I'm loving this whole reunion thing so far," Y/N grumbled, earning a small glare from Greyson as the boy silently told her to play nice.

"Alright guys, look," Bill said as he pushed himself up off his seat, patting Greyson's shoulder once before glancing around at his friends. "I've seen w-w-what he's talking about and it's. . .it's all true." Bill's eyes stopped on Y/N and she lightly shook her head at him, but he only gave her a small look as he whispered, "It's the only way."

Y/N bit her lip at that, staring silently at Bill as she tried to decide if she actually had to do this. But then she was reminded of Stanley and how she wanted to make him proud. She was reminded of Greyson who had a future she needed to protect. She was reminded of the Losers', her friends who she made a pact with long ago at the age of thirteen to return and defeat this clown once and for all.

And then there was Bill. Bill Denbrough, the boy who she hadn't remembered until Mike spoke to her over the phone but the boy who she knew had meant so much to her back in the day. This was the boy who had willingly offered to sacrifice himself to Pennywise in order for them to escape and the same boy who had comforted her after her parents' divorce.

There is no way I'm leaving you behind. And there is absolutely no fucking way I'm going to be able to live a happy life without you in it.

You make me happy, Bill Denbrough.

"Fuck," Y/N whispered as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She let out a sigh of exasperation and looked at Bill a moment longer, the man giving her a shy smile for he knew she was breaking. She was quick to look away and instead turned her attention to Mike. "If you want this ritual to work—" she trailed off, ignoring the small sighs coming from Eddie and Richie as they both hung their head because they knew if Y/N stayed that meant they would be staying as well.

"We have to remember," Mike told her, his words making the group hesitate while Greyson began to smile excitedly.

"Remember what?"

- - -

"No fucking way," Y/N breathed out as her eyes flickered around the scenery that surrounded her. "The Barrens." Subconsciously, Y/N glanced over to her side, a small smile on her face as she expected a certain curly haired boy to be standing with her.

She was met with nothing but empty space.

Her smile instantly vanished as she was once again reminded that her cousin was gone, but she didn't have long to think about it before a hand gently grabbed ahold of her shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze. Y/N turned, relaxing a bit at the sight of Bill standing there but also feeling her stomach erupt with butterflies almost instantly.

She momentarily saw Greyson glance back at her and Bill from where he stood beside Richie and Eddie who were also looking back. The three all gave her different looks, Greyson smiling with a thumbs up while Richie smirked and Eddie gave her a knowing look. Y/N quickly ignored them and instead looked back at Bill who was watching her expectantly.

Realizing she had missed his question, Bill chuckled before saying, "I asked how you are doing."

"Oh, uh. . .fine. Fine. Fine," she said, wincing slightly at her own words while Bill raised an eyebrow at her. Y/N let out a soft sigh, "We can talk about this later, okay? Right now is really not the time."

"Right, of course," Bill nodded, letting his hand fall back down to his side. "I just. . .I'm here, okay? You're not alone in this."

Y/N hesitated at that, her eyes flickering up to lock with Bill's before she smiled her first genuine smile since the news of Stan's death. Bill almost swooned at the sight and he swore his heart leapt out of his chest for a moment when Y/N brushed her hand against his before grabbing onto it and intertwining their fingers together.

"I know," she whispered, chuckling softly at the sight of Bill's red cheeks while he gripped onto her hand just as tight.

"This is where we came," Ben spoke up, his voice snapping the two out of their trance. They glanced over at Ben before looking around at the part of the forest they were in which looked really familiar. "After the rock fight."

"Ah, the rock fight," Y/N sighed. "Henry Bowers didn't know what hit him. You remember us telling him off, Rich?"

"How could I forget? That was the day I learned you had such a potty mouth, sweetheart," Richie teased, glancing back at the girl and tossing a wink in her direction.

"You're telling me Mom didn't come out of the womb telling everyone off?" Greyson asked, quickly holding his hands up in surrender when Y/N playfully glared in his direction.

Richie suddenly let out a small gasp, his eyes widening as he said, "The Clubhouse."

"Holy shit," Y/N laughed, squeezing Bill's hand as she glanced at the man. "We use to sneak out here all the time." Richie immediately wiggled his eyebrows at the two and Y/N frowned before letting go of Bill's hand in order to walk over to her friend and whack the back of his head. "Not in that way, dumbass. I started coming out here by myself when everything going on with my parents just became too much and Bill often joined me."

"Did you and Bill have a thing?" Greyson suddenly questioned, trying to hide his smug grin behind a curious expression that Y/N saw right through.

However, she wasn't able to handle the situation very well because the suddenness of the question made her face instantly turn bright red and Bill wasn't much better.

"Oh, they totally had the hots for each other," Richie assured the kid. "In fact, they even—"

"Okay! That's enough!" Y/N exclaimed. "We're getting off subject. We were talking about the Clubhouse, remember? Ben, you built that for us if I am remembering correctly, didn't you?"

"Yeah, the hatch has got to be around here someplace," Eddie agreed, sending a small look in Y/N's direction before grabbing ahold of Greyson's shoulder and beginning to push him forwards. "Come on, Grey. You're gonna want to see this."

The two walked off in search of the hatch along with the others leaving Bill and Y/N to awkwardly stand there before the woman abruptly turned around. "I'm sorry about Greyson. He doesn't exactly know when it's appropriate to ask personal questions like that," Y/N said.

Bill just smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets before saying, "No, it's fine. He's a curious boy is all. Just like his mother."

"At least he's not walking into sewers looking for missing children," Y/N joked, her words making both of them halt. The woman blinked and furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm sorry. That kind of just slipped out. I. . .I don't even—"

"Remember that much?" Bill finished, an understanding look crossing his face. "Me too. Although, I do remember some things." His eyes flickered over her face for a moment as if he were trying to find some hidden answer. "What. . .what do you r-r-remember?"

"Just some of the basics like spending the summer with Stanley because of my parents. Meeting everyone and that fucking house It resides in. And I remember some of the fighting, but not that much other than that," Y/N explained.

"Any—anything else?" Bill asked, his eyes still scanning her face and making Y/N's cheeks heat up a bit.

Was there something she was forgetting? She only remembered what she had told Bill and then the fact that she had a huge crush on him back then and that it seemed like he had liked her too.

"No," Y/N hesitantly said, a sinking feeling growing in her stomach once she saw the smile wipe off Bill's face. "Is there something you remember that I don't?"

Bill lowered his gaze to the floor and quickly shook his head. "No, no. Nothing important anyways. Don't worry about it," he assured her, although the tone of his voice told Y/N a different story.

"Bill—" Y/N began, but she was cut off by Ben's voice suddenly calling out to them. Bill was quick to brush past her as he walked over to the others, an action that made Y/N frown and stare after him.

So she was definitely not remembering something, but what?

"You know, I actually think the door was more like around—" Ben started to say, but he fell short when the ground beneath him suddenly gave way and he fell tumbling into what was below.

Y/N's hand flew over her mouth in an attempt to stop her laughter and the others had to stifle their laughter as well while Greyson walked over to the edge of the hole and looked down with a cheeky grin. "You okay there, buddy?" Greyson asked, earning a small groan in response.

"Found it," Ben's muffled voice could be heard calling out. "I'm okay! Come down!"

Everyone hesitantly stared at the hole while Greyson glanced at his mother as if to ask her what their next move was. For a moment, Y/N was met with a memory that she hadn't thought of in quite some time. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked over to the hole, glancing back at the others and giving them a mock salute that made some of them blink in surprise at the familiarity of the scene. In fact, it was like they could see a thirteen year old version of Y/N doing the exact same thing.

Y/N stared down at the hole before letting out a shaky breath. "Welcome back to the Clubhouse, Y/N," she whispered. And with that, she began to make her descent back into the clubhouse of her past.

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1989

"What do you think it is?" Y/N questioned as she rested her head against her hand and looked up at the sky. "A new jump off spot at the Quarry? Some secret passage that will take us to Narnia?"

"Y/N, I don't think it's any of those things," Stan chuckled, glancing over at his cousin as a wide smile appeared on his face.

"Why not? Ben said he had something to show us. It could literally be anything in the world!" Y/N exclaimed happily, throwing her hands up in the air for exaggeration and making Richie groan.

"I hope it's a back brace because I'm going to need it if you keep moving around like that," Richie grumbled below Y/N who he was currently carrying on his back through the woods.

"And whose fault is that?" Y/N inquired, a smirk on her face as she glanced down at the boy. Richie frowned and Y/N chuckled before reaching out and pushing his glasses back up his nose which in turn received a thankful glance from the boy.

"You were the one who bet Y/N couldn't do a round off back handspring followed by four flips in the air before hitting the water at the Quarry," Eddie pointed out, earning a small glare from Richie.

"How was I supposed to know she did gymnastics for seven fucking years? She didn't disclose that information to me. This isn't fair," Richie complained.

"Quit complaining, Rich," Mike laughed, pushing a tree branch out of the way in order for Richie to walk under it successfully without Y/N being hit. "It could be worse. She could've made you do literally anything else, but all she's doing is making you give her a piggyback ride."

"Yeah, through the fucking forest," Richie grumbled. "I really think you just love to torture me, sweetheart."

"It's my job," Y/N replied with a smug look on her face.

"I can't!" Richie exclaimed suddenly placing the girl on the ground and putting his arms up in the air in order to stretch. "I think my back is about to spaz out or something."

"Rich—" Y/N began, a bit of concern flashing through her eyes as she looked at the boy.

"It's fine, Richie. I'll carry her for you so that you don't have to worry about it anymore," Bill spoke up, his words making Y/N's eyes widen as she quickly spun around to look at the boy.

He stood there with his hands in his pocket, a shy grin on his face as he let his eyes flicker over to her. "As long as that is okay, of course," Bill whispered.

"Thank you!" Richie exclaimed before beginning to shove Y/N over to the boy. "I know I practically carry the whole group with my dazzling personality, but I didn't think I'd literally have to carry one of you. Please, just take her."

If Y/N had wanted to protest, she had no chance for Richie had shoved her forward one last time and she was suddenly face to face with Bill. Her mouth hung open a bit, her face beginning to heat up while her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

"You sure you're okay with this?" Y/N questioned, hesitantly watching Bill who just gave her a warm smile and nodded his head before turning around in order for her to climb onto his back.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and placed her hands on Bill's shoulders before jumping up, the boy catching her legs while she desperately wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her face into the crook of his neck in order not to fall off. Once she was sure she was okay, Y/N peeled her eyes open and let out a small sigh of relief as Bill began to walk once again, this time with her gently holding onto him for a piggyback ride.

Y/N glanced over in Richie's direction to check and see how he was doing before her eyes widened at the sight of him smirking at her. It didn't take much for her to realize Richie had planned this, had been hoping this is how it would play out. She sent a small glare in his direction and didn't even think twice in leaning her head against Bill's while the boy tried to hide his growing blush.

The group walked for a while longer, some of them mumbling their own conversations to one another while Bill and Y/N remained silent and enjoyed the small walk.

"Now that we finally managed to get Richie to stop complaining, I've got to say I'm just as curious as Y/N," Beverly spoke up, glancing between her friends before stopping on Ben. "What is it, Ben?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but it's nothing like what Y/N suggested. However, I think it might be a bit better," Ben said, a small smile growing on his face as he suddenly stopped in a small clearing in the center of the woods.

The group came to a stop and Y/N sat up a bit and leaned an arm against Bill's shoulder which she used to prop up her head. "What are we looking at here, Hanscom?" Y/N questioned.

"Oh, right," Ben said as he snapped out of his daze and hurried over to a small spot in the ground. Y/N couldn't quite understand what he was doing and Bill glanced back at her, the two both sharing a look before realizing how close their faces were and quickly looking away.

Before they knew what was happening, Ben had grabbed ahold of something and pulled it up to reveal some sort of hatch with a hole in the ground. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she watched Ben glance at them before he began to climb into the hole.

"Uhh, whatcha doin' there, Ben?" Stan questioned, walking over to Bill and Y/N in order to help the girl get down.

"Come down!" Ben called out. Everyone left above shared a look before hesitantly staring at the hole. Finally, Y/N let out a small laugh of excitement and broke everyone out of their trance as she skipped over to the hole. She gave them a mock salute before beginning to climb down, the others shaking their heads at her in amusement before following after.

Y/N made it only halfway down the ladder before she managed to piece together what she was walking into. A look of shock appeared on her face as her feet managed to touch the ground. She stepped away from the ladder allowing the others to get down as well while she tried to take in her surroundings which looked to be some sort of clubhouse under ground.

"What the dick is this?" Richie asked as he jumped off the last part of the ladder and onto his feet. He adjusted his glasses and began to walk around while Y/N shook her head at the boy. "How'd you build it?"

"When did you build it?" Bill questioned, scaring Y/N as she realized the boy was standing right beside her. She couldn't stop herself from jumping in surprise and Bill quickly looked at her, a startled and guilty look on his face while Y/N nervously laughed and looked away with red cheeks.

"Here and there, I guess," Ben said with a small shrug as if it were no big deal.

"Ben, this is so cool!" Y/N exclaimed as she hurried over to the boy and gave him a big hug. "It's like our own little Narnia."

"Minus the creepy witch trying to kill us and the talking animals and—" Richie began to list off, but one glare from Y/N had him putting his hands up in surrender.

"It was already dug out from something," Ben said while Y/N let him go. "So I just had to reinforce the walls and get some wood for the uhh. . .for the roof door and that's pretty much it. Pretty good for my first time, huh?" He leaned a hand against one of the wood beams and a piece of the ceiling suddenly broke off and fell to the ground.

Y/N had to jump out of the way and she stumbled into Stan who was quick to catch his cousin and help her stand up right. She sent him a grateful look and wiped the dust off of her shirt before linking her arm with Stan like always.

"Now that's a cool feature," Richie mused. "What happens when you put your hand on the other pillar, Professor?"

"Okay, you see, this is exactly why there are safety codes, why we have permits!" Eddie exclaimed, slapping his hand on top of the palm of his other one for emphasis. "This place is a death trap, you understand that?"

"Right. Well, it's a work in progress, okay, Eddie?" Ben said, his shoulders slumping a bit.

Y/N frowned and gave Stan's arm a small squeeze before moving over to Eddie. "Come on, Eds," she said as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down a bit, okay? We're fine. Ben was just trying to do something nice for us and he did all of this by himself. Be a kid for a minute and realize how fucking cool this is."

Eddie glanced at the girl and despite his frown, managed to relax a bit before giving her a small smile. Y/N grinned and wrapped an arm around Eddie's shoulders in order to give him a side hug while the boy weakly tried to push her away while hiding his smile.

"Just know if I get hurt, you are liable," Eddie said as he pointed at Ben. "Also, what is this?" He pulled away from Y/N in order to whack a small metal box. "The switch of the Iron Maiden?"

"That's. . .that's a flashlight," Ben replied.

"And what is that? A horse hitch?" Eddie questioned while Y/N put a hand to her forehead and lightly shook her head. She loved Eddie, but he could be a bit high strung at times. "When do you have horses down—oh, this is cool."

He got distracted from his ranting and picked up a paddle ball. "That was like three dollars so be careful with that please," Ben muttered.

"I have one of these," Eddie said before beginning to play with the object. He bounced the ball as far away as he could and looked to Stan with a smile. "Hey, Stan. You see this?"

"Yeah, okay. Can. . .maybe. . .you not?" Stan asked as he flinched back, the others all watching the two in slight amusement and annoyance.

"Maybe not what?" Eddie questioned as he bounced the ball faster. "Yeah, yeah. Hold on. Maybe I'll not what? Maybe I'll not what? Be awesome and have fun and celebrate the magic of the power of the paddle ball?"

Y/N raised her eyebrows in amusement and was just about to tell Eddie to cut it out when he dropped the paddle to the ground, the ball falling off of the string and rolling across the ground and between some wooden skates in the ground.

Everyone was silent before Y/N let out a loud laugh that had Eddie glaring at her while she stumbled over to them and leaned against Stan for support. "That was on you!" Y/N exclaimed while Eddie pouted.

"Uhh, no. It was Stanley. Good going, fucknut. You broke his thing," Eddie said causing Stan to blink his eyes in surprise band before looking at his friend.

"I broke it?" Stan questioned.

"Yeah, you broke it with your face. Y/N saw," Eddie said as he pointed at the girl who held up her hands in surrender.

"I saw nothing," Y/N insisted earning a smug look from Eddie and a look from Stan that practically screamed 'seriously?'

"I'm not putting my fucking hand down there," Eddie insisted before him and Stan began to argue.

Y/N watched the two in amusement before leaning her arm against Stan's shoulder and turning to look at the others. "Oh, this is going to be fun," she said, a grin appearing on her face while the others began to smile.

Her and the Losers would end up spending half of their summer in there and Y/N would be the one to give the place a name one evening when the group was all joking around and eating the candy Y/N had managed to sneak out of the house with Stan. And that very name would stick for years to come.

The Clubhouse.

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im-tops-bottom · 6 years ago

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Dear Anonniiee~....

"Clint call the doctor's pronto. Natasha get...."

Everything became a blur for everyone since then. People were on autopilot trying to bring back Tony. He was rushed to the medical suite and almost died on the table a couple of times. There were times everywhere after managing to get Tony back to an alright stable condition.

What felt like an hour or so later everyone was gathered around as the doctor took a look at the notes.

"he is alright and the baby is now in a somewhat stable condition"

Steve was the first to speak up as everyone was stunned into silence trying to process what they just heard.

"I'm sorry what did you say? That can't be right"

"I'm sorry I thought you all knew"

Natasha stepped up looking at the doctor like she was going to interrogate him.

"he has been coming to me for a couple of months now. He said that he had already told everyone but wanted to keep it as a surprise for bu- what's going on?"

"what do you mean what's going on? We should be asking you that. I know you were about to say bucky. What has he got to do with any of this?"

"fine let's share stories. When Tony and Bucky first met they instantly connected. Next thing you know Bucky helps Tony through his heat. A day later a baby is rapidly growing in his tummy."

"what do you mean rapidly growing?"

"well a mix between Starks extremis and Barnes' super serum this baby Is slightly growing faster than a normal baby. Tony is looking at 3 more months until Tony gives birth rather than 6 months"

Steve feels like his gonna be sick. No one told him anything. If he had known then maybe none of this would have happened.

"Steve are you okay?"

Steve looks worryingly at the doctor before sighing. It's better that everyone heard what happened now then find out in the future.

"over 2 months ago when we had that fight in the airport, that wasn't the only time we fought."

"oh god I remember that. I helped Wanda send cars on top of him. Oh god the stress he went through between us and the acc- wait what do you mean wasn't the only time?"

"zemo showed Tony what really happened to his parents"

"Jesus Steve when we found out I told you to tell him."

"I couldn't do it Nat. I wanted to keep him happy and protected."

"just because you were in love with the man doesn't mean you should lie or keep secrets"

"woah woah woah in love? Parents? What the hell is going on?"

"Tony found out that Bucky killed his parents and that I kept him from him. He didn't take it to well and sent me flying to the ground. Next thing you it's a 2 v 1 all guns blazing. Wait! Doc he took so many punches to the stomach and a shield to tje chest. Not to mention flying in that suit! The baby couldn't have survived that"

"we thought so too. If anyone payed close attention to Tony's stomach then you would have seen a glow on his stomach. The baby healed itself using extremis"

"oh cool kinda like the doc in Doctor who with all that nano energy mumbo jumbo what was is called again?"

"doctor what now?"

"oh my god once Tony has healed and we all have a civilly stern talk with one Anthony stark about how we are going to bundle him up and lock him awa- hold up now. Woah woah woah back the frick frack paddy wack up TONY'S AN OMEGA!?!"

Everyone facepalmed at the sudden realization too busy worrying about Tony and the baby that it suddenly crossed their mimds thanks to the class clown Clint.

"yeah I thought you all knew. I mean Bucky did"

"ahhh soul mates. Never question a bond when it's a soulmates bond. They know everything about each other after meeting for just a split second. I love watching shows and movies based around those types of plots."

"okay so tony is actually an omega and not a beta. The only omega on a team filled with just alphas. I'm guessing he had suppressants. Has a secret thing with Bucky. Has his own secret thing which has cost him his life. Almost lo-"

"Jesus what is with us cutting off our sentences when we realize something. What's the matter?"

"from what pepper has been telling me, Tony has been under alot of stress lately. He hasn't been eating and sleeping well. I'm guessing it was taking a toll on the baby?"

"yes that is correct"

"great then I as the greatest man to ever live the oh so great cl- ow!"

"just get on with it"

"Clint Barton! Has decided we bring back the helper of this mess. I'm sure he can leave or bring his pet goat I don't mind but the thing hates me as an FYI. Ok ok put your hands down I don't need a group slapping session thanks. Anyway, we sit Tony down and we have a group meeting followed by a family bonding time. Let's clear the air, especially between Tony and Bucky because there is going to be alot of tension."

"what do you mean oh wise clint Barton?"

"it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Dude they must have bonded their first night together completely. Like bite and everything. It must have been hard for Tony with all his omega and baby hormones and then the stress of us and the accords to finding out information he should have known in the first place"

"not to mention the asshole who caused all of this not only fought him and almost killed him but also broke the bond and left him in this mess a couple of months later without so much as a call or letter"

"Bucky when did you get here? How much did you hear?"

"heard all of it Stevie. Got here the moment something happened. Friday called Shuri when I was down in the gym. Stephen was there to help out with a project she was working on so he portaled me right here. How's he doing doc?"

"he's in a stable condition now. How about everyone get settled down, have a bite to eat...."

"how about goat curry? Ow! Would you guys stop it"

"no I think not"

After everyone settles down they leave the medical suite and go watch a movie to calm themselves down.

It's not until the next day when everyone woke up to a shocked voice.

"what are all of you doing in my room?"

Everyone rushes up and hugs Tony giving him a good old group hug.

"okay have I gone through a time machine? Or did I get sent to a different reality? Friday?"

"I'm here boss. No you are still in the same timeline. This is what people call a group hug"

"better watch that sass before I remove it in your next upgrade and replace it with a water pistol"

"that will so much better because I can't sass fire off of you when you experiment"

"my own baby is talking back to me. I am shocked"

"I learned from the best boss"

"damn straight you have now can some one please tell me whats going on he-oomph"

Everyone stares in shock as a teary eyed Clint kisses the life out of Tony and while Tony is in shock Clint bites Tony's bond mark causing the smaller man to Yelp.

"wow I'm the youngest here, completely pregnant and this is how I'm treated"

Tony gets another shock as a growl comes out of Clint's mouth before he is slammed onto the bed. He gets a cry baby sitting on his lap leaving kisses all over his face.

"I'm sorry for leaving you, for going against you, for not listening to you, for demanding to much, for bullying you, for putting huge amounts of stress on you, for beig so angry at you when I was actually angry at the government, for hurting you, for saying nasty shit and for possibly being the worst best friend anyone could ever have. Please please please forgive me. I promise I won't bring harm to you ever again. if you can't trust me now then at least, actually it would be better if you don't trust me now. I just bit your bond mark and kissed you without permission"

"you think you moron?"

"well obviously I wasn't thinking. That's how we became best friends right? Because we don't think? Speaking of thinking"

Clint starts slapping Tony's thighs

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING PUTTING YOU AND YOUR BABY AT RISK YOU STUPID BRATTY PIECE OF SHIT! AS SOON AS WE SAY WHAT WE HAVE TO SAY THEN I AM ORDERING UP LARGE AND FORCE FEEDING YOU FOR THE LAST 3 MONTHS! Who's next!?!"

Natasha ripped a pouting Clint away before she ruffled Tony's hair and kissed his cheek smiling.

"I think Pepper would get angry if I marked you"

"2 fiery red heads filled with love for each other. Can only imagine what a fight between you two would look like"

"even though she is an omega she is a fiery hot headed one. Hmmmm I remember when I thought she was just a beta. Kinda reminds me of someone I know"

"okay I can explain"

"explain later for right now"

Sam comes jumping on Tony and sobs his heart out.

"im so sorry Tony. You know I didn't mean any of it. Neither did vision. It was just a poorly executed mess"

"you do realize I'm not the one you should be saying sorry to for that"

"I know. I apologized to vision and well you know how Rhodey gets"

"hey don't worry Sam. Don't give up. He'll come around. Rhodey has forgiven me and doesn't blame me for it. He at least talked to me. I don't know what's wrong with T'Challa"

"like I said Sam, he'll come around"

"I hope so. Just know that if you really truly forgive me then you would name your baby after me"

"wait how"

"don't worry about it. Any way come on Clint, Nat let's get our of here for this one"

Clint pouts and makes grabby hands for Tony as he gets dragged out by Nat.

Tonys heart stops as he sees one of the people he doesn't want to see. He stands up and his hand goes straight to his chest. Face hardens as he looks directly into the blondes eyes.

"please don't put your walls up. I promise I won't hurt you ever again"

"I don't trust you"

"then I'll take my time to earn your trust back and wait patiently. For now please just hear me out"

"now why would I do that Steve? Did you ever listen to me?"

"ouch okay yeah I deserve that. What I also should have deserved was you actually showing off your strength and kill me in siberia. That's the least I deserve for what I put you through"

"Steve look. What happened back there wasn't just your fault but all of ours. We butted heads instead of talking it out like a family"

"but your parents"

"I am extremely hurt because of that. I wouldn't have been that bad if you had told me in the first place. As you can see I wasn't angry at Bucky. I was angry at Hydra for turning him into their bitch, I was angry because instead of hearing it from someone I care alot about, I hear it from the monitor set up by a damn villain. I was angry because no one listened to me about what I can do if everyone signed. Even team iron Man spoke against me, then again at least they stood by my side"

"okay okay I deserve that too"

"damn right you do. Look I'm not in a place to send or receive forgiveness yet. Hell none of us do but that shouldn't stop any of from working tofuckengether and finding out where on God's green earth is the bloody hulk and Thor because then that airport battle would have been awesome!"

"that's not fair"

"why isn't it fair?"

"because then banner wouldn't want to participate and the hulk would have been on your side while Thor protects his omega from getting hurt thus realizing he will need to be on team iron Man because of the hulk. We would have been outnumbered. Not to mention my ex chose you over me"

"don't regret it"

"but I do"

"why?"

#part 1 #avengers ships everywhere

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