#no arguing in the notes or i'll turn reblogs off i mean it

[himbeaux-on-ice]

some new non-comprehensive thoughts on Pride and the meaning of warmup jerseys

(the following is drawn largely from my twitter thread)

honestly, i think the Panthers have like the Sharks taken the best route you can in a bad situation. and there's relief for me in that.

don't cave and undermine all the planning and work you did in order to cover for a few homophobic players. let it land on them. do not stop for their sake. thank you.

idk, personally the teams that backtrack on the jerseys entirely to cover for homophobes in their ranks leave me feeling way more angry and disillusioned than the ones where 90% of the guys are still out there in those jerseys and just one or two dipshits loudly sat out. i would have been way more disappointed by an entire organization making the decision to coddle and shelter homophobes than i am by the revelation that 2/18 players suck but the rest of them got with the program.

maybe that's a low bar. but yeah, i'm weirdly relieved that the jerseys made it to the ice at all. that so many chose to wear them.

it's like. at least some people cared enough to stick by us and not be cowards, y'know? even though dipping out was an option, somebody answered in the affirmative when asked if they'd stand with us. several somebodies did, actually.

when teams pull back entirely, we don't even get that much.

people talk about the "epidemic" of homophobia in the NHL and whether it should change how/if teams do Pride nights, but i would take an epidemic of 1-2 idiots per team sitting out of warmups over having an epidemic of all teams deciding not to do Pride at all because of those few. i would, genuinely.

are they "hijacking the events" or "taking away from the meaning of them"? idk man. these days bigots show up where queerness is visible to spout their bigot shit regardless. i have two pride flags in my hockey twitter display name, trust me, i know. at least when it happens like this, there's also people and an organization supporting us instead of just leaving us to deal with it alone.

does finding out some guys are homophobes suck? yeah. but we always knew these people existed. they're just showing themselves out loud.

and that blows. and it hurts.

but also, the entire rest of the team and the organization showed who they are tonight by not protecting or accommodating them, too.

i'm seeing so many people feel hurt by the two dumbasses who wouldn't stand beside them rather than encouraged by *every* other member of the team who *chose* not to cop out. and like. i get your hurt. but everyone else CHOSE to stand with us.

think about that for a second. sitting out was clearly an option here, if they put up enough of a stink. and yeah, two guys took that out. but *every other player* DID NOT. on the Sharks and Flyers, all but *one* guy apiece got with the program. some of them even did really meaningful community work!!

and the Panthers franchise decision-makers stood by their choice to do this, loudly and with meaningful activism attached, in FLORIDA, even when two of their own players pulled the religious protest card and copped out.

i extremely, massively respect that. i really do.

maybe i'm just a terminal optimist by nature, but. to me, what we are seeing is that when given the choice, so far the vast majority of players on these teams are still choosing to participate when given the option. when it's not taken out of their hands entirely by people upstairs.

the outliers suck, but they are just that. outliers. and i hope they feel like it.

personally, i'm not leaving this sport i love just because it's got a stubborn lingering jackass infestation. they can't have it. no, *you* move.

also, shoutout to the guys who extremely voluntarily opt-in even though it's not even their team's Pride night. genuinely means something

people vocally being asshats is discouraging. yeah. it always is. it stings.

but all is not lost. not by far. keep your head up. and stay loud. 💜

[veltana]

Shared desires

✦ Pairing: Bucky/Fem!Reader, Steve/Fem!Reader, brief Bucky/Steve

✦ Word count: ~4,4k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Canon verse, Wife!Reader, Husband!Bucky, Best friend!Steve, cuckolding, degradation, praise, oral (fem receiving), spit sharing, manhandling, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, angst, hurt/comfort, feels, eventual polyamory, pet names (doll, honey).

✦ Note: NERVOUS! I've never written for an event before, but it gave me the push I needed to finally finish this! For @the-slumberparty's Sundae Bar we have Chocolate (a secret revealed) together with Neopolitan (love triangle). Topped with Chocolate Syrup (established relationship) and one could argue a dash of Sprinkles (special event)(it sure is special for them 😂) As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome ❤️ Enjoy 😋

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Steve’s mouth is hanging slightly open, cheeks red, and eyes wide. "Excuse me?" he sputters. "You're the only one I trust with this, if you don't feel comfortable I get it, but I thought I’d ask.” "But Buck…" Steve begins, momentarily lost for words, then says, "I don't want to cause a rift between you and your wife." "You wouldn't, we've talked it over so many times and honestly you're the only one she's okay with." "Me?" Bucky reaches over to place a hand on Steve's knee, squeezing it reassuringly. "You've been at our side since the beginning, she knows you, and knows you would never hurt us."

Then he leans back with a smirk. "And don't think I didn't see you looking at her last time we went out drinking." Steve flushes even more, looking away, mumbling, "Those pants should be illegal." Bucky laughs in response.

With a sigh, Steve looks at his best friend, his long lost brother, the person he went through hell to get back. If Bucky knew the truth he wouldn't be laughing. For a second Steve contemplates telling him but as he's done for years, he keeps his deepest secret inside and instead says. "Just let me think about it, okay? It doesn't mean it's a no but just… I need to think, okay?" "Take your time," Bucky reassures him.

***

Several hours later you're ordering take-out while waiting for Bucky to get home from the compound. You could cook but your body is jittery with nervous energy and it's hard to concentrate. Bucky asked Steve today and you have yet to learn how it went. Your husband could have texted you, but Bucky often forgets that texting exists.

When the key turns in the lock you can't keep your cool any longer. Running into the hallway just as Bucky kicks off his shoes you don't even pretend to be nonchalant about it. "Well?" you ask.

With a chuckle, Bucky envelopes you in a hug. To be in his arms is the best feeling in the world. Surrounded by his scent and his warmth, knowing you're safe and cared for. "He's going to think about it, didn't say no. He was just shocked." Pulling back you squeeze Bucky's waist. "I understand that. I was too when you first brought it up," you note.

Bucky starts backing you out of the hallway until your back meets a wall. "But now you can't stop thinking about it," his deep voice taunts, making you light up with desire. "Now you want to get fucked while I watch and get humiliated.” The sound coming from your throat makes it impossible for you to deny it.

***

A few weeks later, you’re sitting beside Bucky, across from Steve in your living room. The guys have beers and you have a glass of wine. Steve's cheeks have been pink since he stepped through the door and looked at you. "I understand if you think it's a little… odd," you say to him. "And even if you say yes now, you can always change your mind later."

Steve nods and takes a swing from the bottle. He's not going to get drunk but it eases the nerves. "So, I'll fuck you while Bucky watches?" "Yeah," you nod. Steve puts the bottle down, dragging a hand over his face. "God, I'm going to be honest, I'm scared it's going to fuck up our friendship Buck. What if we do this and it's not what you imagined?" Bucky nods, but his answer is sure when he responds. "Then we'll stop. And there are no hard feelings. The same goes for you, even if we're right in the middle of it and it starts to feel wrong, just say the word and it stops right away."

Steve doesn’t look convinced. Honestly, you're just glad he wanted to come over and discuss it. A little idea forms in your head. You put down the wine. "How about a trial run?" you suggest. Both men turn to look at you but you only keep your attention on Steve. "If you're okay with it, I'll sit on your lap. If that feels alright we can share a kiss while Bucky watches and if it feels wrong it doesn't have to go any further."

Steve thinks for a moment, then agrees. A small groan comes from Bucky, just the thought of it makes him aroused. You kiss him on the cheek before standing up and slowly walking over to Steve. His eyes follow your every move but he doesn’t look scared.

When you straddle him, his hands immediately come to rest on your hips but then it's as if he realizes what he's done and stiffens. "It's okay," you encourage him. "You can touch me." He relaxes minimally and you settle down completely. "You can stop anytime," you remind him as you cup his bearded face. His tongue comes out and wets his plush lips, nodding.

You let your thumbs run along his cheeks, never breaking eye contact and the moment feels so intimate. You’re unsure what to expect, but your pulse picks up as he becomes more confident, moving his hands up and down your sides. A finger slips in under your sweater and brushes your skin. It sends a shiver down your spine and a pleased whimper comes out of your throat. That seems to encourage him and the light touches turn heavier.

Carefully you lean forward, giving Steve time to stop or to pull away. The hesitation on his face from earlier has fled and instead, you see a spark of eagerness. Pressing your lips softly against his, it takes a second for him to return it.

Turns out Steve Rogers is a great kisser. After sliding your lips together he quickly turns bolder, opening your mouth with his and finding your tongue to play with. His touches get greedier too. When both his hands shift in under your sweater to feel your naked skin you whimper again, longing for more of it. Without noticing you’ve started moving, seeking friction for the throbbing between your legs.

"Oh, fuck yes," you hear Bucky grunt behind you. That makes Steve break the kiss, you meet his wild eyes, pupils blown wide from lust.

"Your husband is getting off on you grinding in my lap, honey." You’ve never heard his voice so deep before. "He has his hand inside his pants, stroking his pathetic little dick while you do your best to hump me.” "Fuckfuckfuck," you hear from Bucky. With a whine you press down hard, feeling that Steve is just as affected as you. With difficulty, you stop yourself from going to the floor and beg to suck his dick. Instead, the both of you continue with the heated make-out session, your hands now heavy on Steve’s body, wishing you had his skin against yours.

The sounds coming from Bucky on the couch grow more urgent and it turns you on to know he's getting off to you making out with Steve. It feels wrong and so right at the same time. Steve nips your lower lip before kissing down your neck, saying, "I can't wait to fuck that sweet cunt of yours." Both you and Bucky moan. "Gonna give you a night you've never had before and make sure every time your husband fucks you all you can think about is my dick."

That makes Bucky lose it, a small shout declaring his climax. Steve and you slow down the tempo of your kissing until it's just soft, barely there caresses. Though the need is alight in your body, coherent thoughts start to tumble back in and after a few minutes, you pull back from him. His lips are swollen, and you feel a tinge of reproach for getting carried away with him. Cupping his face once more you ask, "How are you feeling?" He gives a dry laugh, "It's a mix of shame and horniness."

When you frown he grabs your hands to remove them from his face, squeezing them before letting go. "It's alright, it felt good while it was happening,” he reassures you, before asking over your shoulder. “How about you Buck?" "That's the hardest I've ever come from jerking off in my life I think." Both Steve and you laugh as you collapse against his chest. Immediately he starts caressing your back. You get a familiar feeling in your chest, one you usually only get when Bucky holds you.

"How about you, doll?" Bucky asks. "I liked knowing I was doing something to get you off at the same time as it was kind of "wrong"." A moment later you get off Steve, and sit down on the couch beside Bucky again. Somehow it feels weird to be away from him but you chalk it up to the sexual desire still prominent in your body.

“How about another meeting in a week or so? Get everyone to think it through another round and then we can decide on a date and location?” Bucky suggests. You nod and Steve does too.

***

On a Friday, after numerous more talks to plan the evening and all of you getting your STD tests back clean, it's finally time. The excitement is palpable in the hotel room you decide to stay in.

At Steve and Bucky’s request, you're wearing a very tight dress and the smallest pieces of underwear known to man.

Steve is sitting at the foot of the bed, white shirt tucked into black slacks like he's heading out to dinner, not about to fuck his best friend's wife. Bucky is in jeans and one of his henleys, placing an armchair at the side of the bed.

Even though you know what is about to happen, you feel nervous, but also excited to fulfill your husband's kink. When you take your place in front of Steve, meeting his hungry eyes, there is a buzz in your body making you bite your lip.

"Ready?" Bucky asks and you both nod. The moment Bucky sits down you climb onto Steve's lap. The smooth material of his slacks caresses your inner thighs as you settle. Immediately his hands land at your waists and starts stroking your sides, down to your ass, squeezing and pressing you just a little bit closer. Those blue eyes are a storm, filled with lust and need. Your face probably mirrors his and a second later your lips are pressed together.

Both of you moan and Steve fists the fabric of the dress, threatening to tear it to shreds. A soft groan is heard, and both of you smile into the kiss. Steve pulls away, making you pout, but he tsks at you. "Just be happy that I'm the one kissing you and not the shitty husband you have.”

Something in you wants to defend Bucky because he's not a shitty husband. He's amazing in every way! But you know that this is what he wants, it's part of the game. Bucky gets off on Steve's degradation. You can't deny him that.

Then he's kissing you again, heavier than earlier. Your hands grab his head, messing up the semi-styled hair, anchoring you to him. On their own accord, your hips roll against Steve's crotch, pulling moans from the both of you.

A second later he has you flipped onto your back, smiling down deviously as you stare at him in shock. But when he presses his clothed cock to your soaked panties the shock is forgotten. Pleasure engulfs every sense of your being.

"There you go honey, let me take care of you, let me make you feel better than your husband ever could." With a whine you jerk against him, trying to find relief for the ache in your cunt, but instead, he pulls away, taking your panties with him. Without looking he throws them Bucky's way and another groan comes from him when he feels how wet they are. Steve gets off the bed and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Show your husband, honey. Show him how fucking wet you are for me."

With a whimper, you spread your legs. The air feels cool against your heated flesh. You don't dare to look at Bucky but understand he sees what Steve wants him to when a broken moan can be heard through the room.

"Touch yourself," Steve commands, and with shaking fingers you find your entrance, letting one sink it into yourself, wondering if you've ever been this wet before.

Slowly you move it, all while watching Steve get undressed. He's in no hurry. With a thick voice, he says, "One more, but don't you dare come."

With stuttered breath push another finger in. The sound that fills the room is obscene but leaves no doubt about how horny you are. When Steve is down to his underwear he pulls the fingers from you, sucking them into his mouth, groaning at the taste. After licking them clean he releases them with a pop and smirks at you. Then he turns to Bucky and it's the first time you get a good look at him.

His hands are gripping the arms of the chair in a death grip, you're surprised his vibranium hand hasn't done more damage. He's taken off his henley and his cock is out, hard and leaking onto his abdomen. Glassy eyes follow Steve's movements. The blond grabs Bucky's face, forcing his mouth open and tilting his head back. Immediately Bucky sticks out his tongue and from above Steve lets his spit run down into Bucky's mouth.

Bucky's dick twitches and leaks more. "That's the only fucking taste you'll have of your wife tonight. Say thank you." Steve rumbles. As soon as Bucky has swallowed down the mix of your slick and Steve's spit he says "Thank you," in a voice hoarser than you've ever heard before.

Steve comes back to you, pulling your dress off and stepping out of his underwear before settling on the bed and pressing your legs up against your stomach. "Now I'm going to get a proper taste of that sweet cunt," he grins.

"Steve!" you cry and your hands immediately find his hair as he dives in. His tongue travels from your opening to your clit, over and over again, soaking you in his spit until you feel it running down your ass. He sucks and licks, alternating pressure, and speed to make sure you're never quite getting enough to make you come but to keep you constantly on edge. The moment he sinks two fingers into you, you arch off the bed and a high-pitched wail leaves your mouth.

You're at the brink of shattering. The current of the climax is cursing through your body. Incoherent babbling fills the room as you try to urge Steve to take pity on you. Luckily for you, he does and concentrates the movements of his tongue to your clit, as his fingers press against your G-spot. A surge of heat fills your core, making it almost unbearable before it takes you and you come with a shout.

Steve works you through it until you're twitching from oversensitivity, pressing on his forehead to get him to stop. "Almost pushed my fingers right out with that," he muses, twisting them, pumping slowly. "Bet your husband has never made you come so hard."

A groan from Bucky accompanies your whimper. "Now tell me what you need honey." "I need you inside me!" "But my fingers are already inside," Steve makes a point by pressing the two fingers inside against your G-spot, making you lose your train of thought for a second.

"I- I mean…" you try. "Yes?" "More, I need more." "Just say the words." "I need your cock inside me, Steve, please!"

Seconds after his fingers have left you, he flips you onto your stomach, then puts you on your hands and knees right at the edge of the bed, at an angle where Bucky can see you. You're trembling with anticipation of what's coming.

Steve caresses your ass and legs, lightly dragging his fingers over your swollen clit and soaked center. "I can't believe this pretty fucking cunt is wasted on your husband." "Please, Steve!" "I bet you're never this wet for him" "No!" "You want me to fuck your sweet cunt, honey?" "Yes!" "Make it drip with my cum?" "Please!" "Should I knock you up, right here in front of your husband?" "Fuck me! Please!" As you feel the warm head against your cunt your arms collapse, your cheek resting against the bed.

"I love it when you beg for me," his strained voice is deep as he pushes inside. Moans, whimpers, and wails fall from your lips once he starts moving. He's big, just like Bucky, and you love to feel so full. You push back as he thrusts forward, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

Suddenly there is a hand on your neck, making you turn your head until you see Bucky at the edge of your vision. "Tell your husband how my cock feels!" Steve demands. "Ah! Bucky! It feels so good!"

Bucky is still not touching his cock, his mouth is slightly open, his whole face red as he watches you. "Yeah, doll, you like it?" "I do! I do!" "Is he big?" "Yes! I feel so full!" That makes Steve laugh. "All she wants is a big dick and all she got was you," Steve tells Bucky.

Bucky is about to burst with those words and the armchair creeks in his grip. Then Steve turns your head again so you can't see him anymore. Instead, you're focused on how he's fucking you rough and deep. "You're gripping me so tight honey, it's like you don't want to let me go." You answer with a strangled moan. "Yeah, you're too full of cock to talk, just be a good little wife and take what I give you."

And you do, body going almost boneless as Steve fucks you. Carefully another orgasm starts to build in your lower stomach, and soon it has you wiggling and whining, needing release.

Steve's hand finds your aching clit. "That's it," he groans. "I need you to come on my cock before I fill you up with my cum. Make sure you tell your husband whose dick it is you're coming on, honey. I want it seared into his mind. Every time he fucks you from now on all he's going to remember is how loud you screamed my name." Nodding helplessly you do as he says and as the dam breaks and pleasure rushes through you, you wail Steve's name.

A moment later the telltale sign of Steve's orgasm floods you and he groans your name. For a moment his hips are plastered to you, keeping everything inside. Then he pulls out and the cum runs down your legs. When he lets go of your hips you don't have the strength to keep yourself up anymore. Falling to the side you watch Steve walk over to Bucky, pulling him up and pushing him towards you. "Go fuck my cum back into your wife."

Bucky all but scrambles over to you, ridding himself of his pants in the process before carefully turning you over onto your back and sinking into you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, your lips finding his in a familiar dance.

"I won't last, doll," he confesses. "Don't need you to," you promise with a smile. A second later Bucky’s hips stutter, his orgasm causing him to cry out against your shoulder. It lasts longer than usual and brings a wide smile to your lips, knowing Bucky's fantasy is fulfilled.

When he's done he collapses on top of you, his weight heavy but welcoming, making you feel safe and loved. A moment later you look over at the armchair, expecting to find Steve, but he’s not there. His clothes are gone too and then you hear the door to the hotel room shut.

***

The anxiety in Bucky's chest grows for every dial tone that sounds and Steve doesn't pick up. The whole weekend he’s tried to get a hold of him but he hasn't answered his phone or been seen at the compound. Bucky sent hundreds of texts, all being delivered but none replied to. There is a hole in his chest where his best friend used to live and it feels like he's getting a glimpse into how it was for Steve to find him and lose him over and over again.

Bucky wanders into the exhibition, eyes searching for Steve. This is the last place on his list of where he could be. After this, he's out of ideas. Then Steve might as well have gone to outer space and Bucky shudders at the thought of searching aimlessly through the galaxies for him. But he would do it.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he spots a familiar back. As Bucky steps up beside him, Steve’s shoulders go stiff. "You left," Bucky states. "I know," Steve responds, looking down.

"Why? We agreed to talk afterward to make sure everyone was feeling okay. It's called aftercare for a reason." "I don't know, just seeing the two of you. You love each other so much." "We do. But we love you too."

Steve huffs at that and Bucky's eyebrows draw together. "Am I going to have to beat it out of you, punk?" "Maybe this conversation is better somewhere else," Steve suggests, glancing around. "How about we go to our place? She's worried sick about you." Steve nods and together they leave the museum.

***

You’re going to wear a hole into the floor with your endless pacing. Over and over again you replay the moments after hearing the door shut. The look on Bucky’s face. The scramble to find clothes and run after Steve. Not finding him anywhere. Both of you frantically calling him over and over again.

Then you hear Bucky's truck. And a motorcycle. Your bare feet start running before you know it and you fling the door open to see Steve get off his bike. A heartbeat later you're running across the lawn. He sees you and he’s confused, but when you jump into his arms he catches you without hesitation.

You want to scream and beat him but instead, you cling to him. Bucky says something but you can't hear it and then you feel Steve start heading towards the house.

"Doll, you have to let go," Bucky's soft voice says as Steve sits on the couch. In response, you shake your head like a petulant child. "Yes, you do, come on," It's a little sterner now. "Honey, I'm not disappearing again. I promise." Only then do you slide to the side so you're sitting next to Steve, Bucky on the other side of him.

"We're very sorry we got you into this Steve," Bucky begins right away. "It was supposed to be a fun night for all of us." Finding Steve’s hand you squeeze it to let him know you agree with what Bucky's saying. "We never wanted to hurt you," you whisper.

There is a long beat of silence and you're about to speak again but Steve says, "It's my fault that I wasn't honest with the two of you." His eyes are downcast and he brings your hand into his lap, then grabs Bucky's too. "I should have said something earlier but I was scared."

"Of what Stevie?" you ask softly. "We want you to be happy, you can tell us anything." Steve snorts, weaving all your fingers together. "Scared to tell my best friend and his lovely wife that I care for them more than I should. That when I can't sleep, I wish I could feel their warm bodies beside me. That every time I see them kiss, smile, and be utterly happy together I'm both jealous and delighted. I want the two of you to have a good life. But I also want to be a part of that life, more than just as a friend."

The confession knocks the air from your lungs and you share a look with Bucky. He speaks first. "Steve, I had no idea." "That's kind of the point." "And when I suggested that you join us…" Bucky trails off. "I saw it as the only opportunity to be with the two of you, even if it was just for one night." "And when we were done…" You try to think of it from Steve's perspective. "The way you love each other is so evident. I'll never be able to fit into that. Everything just felt wrong and that I was an intruder. So I left. I know I shouldn't have but I was so disgusted with myself I couldn't stand it."

"Oh Stevie," you lean into his side. Never in a million years could you have predicted this. "I understand if you're feeling like you never want to see me again and I’m truly sorry I hurt you.”

"Hey, Steve, listen." Bucky untangles your hands to grip Steve's face and turn it towards him. "We have talked about a lot of things throughout our marriage. We both agree that even if we're not actively looking for someone else, if someone would come along one day that we both feel would complete us, then we would pursue that person and ask if that's something they're interested in. Apparently, we've both been blind because that person has been right in front of us this whole time."

As soon as Bucky says the words you know they are true. If this weekend has proved anything it is that you and Bucky love Steve just as much as you love each other.

The look on Steve's face says he doesn't believe it. "You've already kissed my wife. Can I kiss you, Steve?"

The disbelief is still evident but he nods and Bucky slowly leans in. Steve's eyelids flutter shut the moment their lips meet and you watch as your husband and his best friend find something new in each other. Steve's free hand comes up and grips Bucky's neck, at the same time and he squeezes your hand. Their kiss is slow and sensual, containing emotions that have been locked away for years. It's beautiful to watch.

As they break apart a blush rises in Steve's cheeks and a smile cracks his face. Bucky grins back at him in answer. Everything isn't solved or worked out but now the ground under you feels more stable to stand on and you know that together with these two men there is nothing the world can't throw at you that you won't be able to handle.

[leviscolwill]

something to give each other

pairing: situationship!jude x reader

summary: jude and you are nothing complicated, until one night when you need him more than anything [wc:~800]

contents: angst & fluff at the same time bc why not + maybe a tiny bit suggestive ? idek if this classify as suggestive tbh

note: ikkk it's very short and that's a shit summary just read pls 😓 if u liked it, lmk by reblogging !!

now playing something to give each other by troye sivan...

you don't know what brought you two together. maybe it was the magnetic energy that he had to him, or maybe it was the way your personalities completed each other perfectly. either way, you found yourself wishing your paths never crossed a bit too often.

you and jude weren't anything serious, it was ‘less complicated’ this way according to him. you hung out with your shared friends and when everyone else was heading home, you would share a uber to his house or yours. it was simple really, you both got what you wanted by the end of the night.

and tonight, you needed him to take your mind off this awful day. you couldn't wait for him to make you forget about those stupid exams and these stupid arguments with your friends.

you didn't take the time to greet him like you usually did before kissing jude's lips, maybe bolder than he expected. his fingers gripped your jaw and forced you to slow down and separate from him.

“what's with you tonight?”, you could only roll your eyes at his comment, small talk being the last thing on your mind tonight. thankfully, your fingers raking the skin under his shirt was enough to shut him up. “i just need you, please jude.”

his eyes closed, it was hard to resist your pleas but your voice had a tone that was different than usual and he didn't want you to do something you might regret later, “no, you need to tell me what's going on, we're not doing anything if you don't.”

“fuck off, you never ask me about anything and suddenly you're interested in what's going on?” you couldn't understand the sudden switch in his behavior, it had always been just sex, why complicate it now? “i just need you to kiss me, take off my clothes, and make me feel good, is this too much to ask for?” you could feel your eyes well up in tears the more you spoke, already frustrated by your day, and not wanting to argue with him.

“it's fine if you don't want to have sex, i'll just text someone else.”, of course you didn't mean a word that came out of your mouth, if anything you would leave and cry yourself to sleep in your bed. jude's thumbs wiped tears that you didn't notice were falling before cupping your face in his hands. his eyes looked into yours in a way you weren't used to, your eyes fell on the floor from the intensity of his gaze, but two of his fingers were already tilting your face up, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

the silence between the two of you was becoming embarrassing, “i'm sorry about… all of this, i'll just go. sorry.” you couldn't even turn your back to him before his hand found your wrist, “you're not going anywhere. stay the night, please.”

you couldn't hide the frown on your face, confused by his words, “but you said you wouldn't…” the boy in front of you dramatically pretended to get offended, “this information might surprise you, but my life doesn't revolve around sex.” the giggles that escaped your mouth brought back a smile on both your lips.

jude's hand brought you to his room, although you knew the way all too well already, the warmth of his hand in yours brought you a sense of comfort that you didn't know you longed for. he handed you a shirt that was probably twice your size but would be perfect to sleep in. you embarrassingly looked around you before asking him to turn around, he complied but laughed his back now facing you.

“i've seen you naked so many times already, you shouldn't care about this love” heat was creeping up your face thinking about what he was hinting at, “s’ just different that's all…” your voice was barely audible, and you couldn't even tell if jude heard your words. you got under his sheets and told him he could turn around, his bed now significantly warmer with him next to you.

even with his eyes shut, jude could tell you were tense laying next to him ramrod straight. you felt his arm around you pull you closer, your face now nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

you felt him shift a bit, and kiss the crown of your hair. the action made you heart skip a beat or two and relax more. you hoped you did a good job at pretending to be asleep because you didn't want to deal with the consequences of his ambiguous gestures in the morning. his fingers slowly stroking your hair were lulling you to sleep for real this time.

jude stopped once he heard your light snores and pressed on one more kiss on top of your head. he didn't let himself fall into the arms of morpheus though, already thinking about how he would fix whatever he started tonight.

[ellies-little-thing]

I'm a creep, I'm a wierdo

*not my images

Warnings: Mature content; swearing; fluf; smut; arguing; reader is referred to as she/her; Ellie is mean; Ellie is a creep and a perv; Mentions of past relationships, mentions of drinking; love/hate relationship; Reader has a vagina; enemies to lovers (kinda); Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! I really really love writing this one! Personally, this is what I imagine if I met Ellie in real life. I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome. Alright, enjoy! I reedited this one, hope you like the slight changes!

Word count: 7.5k

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI!!

You just came out of the building after being rejected by the girl you liked and Ellie is leaning against the wall outside. You are having a really bad day and this stranger just starts talking to you. Sure you’ve seen her around town with some other girls but never interacted with each other. It's starting to get cold out. Ellie never looked particularly pleasant to talk to. Everytime you ever saw her before, she looked smug and arrogant.

“Hey..?”  She says, eyeing the person in front of her.

“Hi?” You question her.

“Who are you?”  She says, sounding harsh and a bit annoyed.

“Hmm... who are you?” You say very offended and annoyed.

She rolls her eyes, obviously not impressed by the comeback.  “I asked first. Now, who are you?”

“Y/N.”

“And why should I care about you?” She says, sounding a bit sarcastic.

“You were the one looking at me, you creep…” You say looking at the ground.

“I can't look where I want to?” She crosses her arms, leaning back against the wall she was standing by.

“Who are you? Creep.” You ask looking up at her.

“Ellie Williams.” She says with a blank expression on her face.

“I would say "nice to meet you" but it doesn't apply to this situation.” You say sarcastically. 

“That was obvious, miss Y/N.” She shrugs slightly, pushing herself off the wall and turning her back on you.

“Miss? Don't call me that.” You are annoyed at this point.

“And why not?” She turns around, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I don't know you?” You say looking back at Elie very annoyed.

“And I'm supposed to just call you Y/N?” She tilts her head slightly.

“Yeah, that's my name, idiot.” You say dryly and sarcastically. 

“Oh, I'm an idiot now?” Ellie seems a bit offended.

“Yep.” You look away trying to ignore this interaction.

“Whatever. you're the creep here.” Ellie spits back. She rolls her eyes, turning around and facing the wall.

“Me? You were the one starring.” You respond.

“Staring*” Ellie corrects your mistake as she says over her shoulder.

“Whatever…” You say in a low tone.

“Creep.” She says, sounding a bit like she's joking but her tone and facial expression suggests otherwise.

“What do you want?” You ask.

“Nothing.” She shrugs, then tilts her head again.  “Why are you still talking to me?”

“Well, I'll stop then.” You look away.

“Great.” She rolls her eyes again.

You are very annoyed. Ellie turns around, staring down at you with an annoyed look on her face too.  “I can tell.”

“You can tell what, creep?” You ask not even looking at her.

“That you're annoyed.” She looks down at you, then smirks slightly.

“oh... I wonder why?” You say sarcastically in a dry tone.

“I'm just the best at reading people.” She shrugs, turning to lean against the wall again.

“Why are you all alone here anyway?” You ask but you don't actually care.

“And why do you care?” Ellie asks you a bit puzzled.

“Oh...? Is it that kind of game? Well, fuck you too.” You spit out annoyed.

“Oh what, got your feelings hurt?”  She snickers, looking down at you, “You're too easy.”  You ignore Ellie. “Oh, ignoring me now?” She chuckles, turning towards you again. “How childish.”

“You're the child, a creep that stares at girls she doesn't know.” You say looking directly at her with an annoyed expression.

“Maybe you just looked a little too attractive for me to not look at you.” She smirks and tilts her head slightly.

“Did I hear it right? I'm attractive now? Okay... creep.” You ask amused.

“Oh, I did think so... but maybe I changed my mind after how you've reacted to me.” She smirks. “And you call me a creep, even though I'm not the one getting all hot and bothered at someone looking at me.”  She says, her smirk growing larger.

“Bye then.” You say dryly, turning away from her.

“What?” She chuckles. ”You're giving up too easily.”

“As if you're worth the bother.” You say with your back to her.

“Oh, you're still talking now?” She says in a sarcastic tone.

“Keep talking to yourself, creep. I'm going home” You declare clearly annoyed and tired of this conversation.

“Going home?” She tilts her head to the side and smirks. “How do you know I won't follow you?

“If you do, I'll punch you in the face. You really are a perv.” You look over your shoulder at her not turning around.

“Oh you'll punch me?” She chuckles, but has a stern look on her face.  “You don't look particularly strong, you sure that's a good idea?”

“Or maybe I should use this?” You hold your pocket knife you carry on you at all times for self defense.

“And stab me? You're not exactly making your case of not looking childish any better.” She stares down at the knife, sounding a bit amused.

“Sure, follow me then creep. How do you know I'm not just an axe murderer luring you into the woods to kill you?” You say in a mocking tone.

“Because I doubt you're capable of hurting anyone.” She says with a smirk.

“You don't know me.” You are very annoyed at this conversation.

“I still dont think I'm in much danger, so…” She shrugs, starting to walk towards you. You started walking away.  “Oh, are you trying to lose me?” She grins, following after you. You just ignore Ellie as she walks a bit faster now, annoyed. She continues to follow after you, finding this interaction very funny.  “Why are you in such a rush?”

“Don't want creeps like you following me.” You say with your pocket knife in your hand.

“Ah, come on.” She chuckles, slightly speeding up. “Don't you like my company?”

“Sincerely, no. A big, fat, round no on that one.”

She chuckles, still following behind you. “Oh? That's a little mean.”

“Oh.. did I hurt your feelings? Too bad I don't care.”

Ellie rolls her eyes and smirks. “ Yeah? Well, I can be mean back. you're ugly as hell.”

“Thanks!” You say sarcastically. 

She sighs, then continues walking behind you, starting to speed up so that she's walking right behind you.

“I can hear you walking behind me. You do realize that, right?” You say not looking back.

“Oh, obviously I realize that.” She chuckles. “Did you think I was trying to be subtle?” She says, speeding up even more, now walking faster than you are.

“Oh my god. Leave me alone!” You cross your arms as you walk. She continues walking behind you, still speeding up. “Nope. I don't think I will.”

“Already in love with me? How lovely.” You say sarcastically.

“No, I'm just following you because I'm bored. you make it easy.”

“Do I now?”

“Yeah, you kinda do.” She chuckles. “You have the mentality of a child, so it's not hard to find you entertaining.”

“Oh, I'm the child? You're the one following me like a lost puppy.” You say smirking a  bit.

“Well, at least i dont throw a tantrum after someone looks at me.” She rolls her eyes, speeding up slightly more.

“You were the first to talk to me idiot.” You respond dryly.

“So? That doesn't mean you have to act like a brat.”

“A brat?! Fuck you Ellie, if thats even your real name.”

“Aw, did someone lose their temper?” She chuckles, stopping behind you and crossing her arms, staring at you. You are still walking. “Ah, still walking? Where are you going anyway?” She chuckles, speeding up to walk beside you.

“Away from you!” You say, fastening your pace.

“Ah, but you can't get away from me. I could always just walk with you.” She smirks. You walk away from Ellie. “Why are you trying so hard to avoid me?” She chuckles, taking a step closer to you.

“Because you're not a pleasant person to interact with.” You are losing your patience.

“Am I not?” She chuckles again. “Do you find me that annoying?” You sigh. “Did I hurt your feelings?” She smirks. “Aw, how cute.”

“No. I don't have feelings. You can't hurt something that doesn't exist.” You say bluntly, without a stammer.

“Oh, so you're just some shell of a person with no emotions at all?” She chuckles, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

“That's kinda sad.”

“I don't need your pity, thanks very much.”

“What do you need then?” She smiles. “Why do you still entertain my conversations and questions?” She says, sounding a bit sarcastic but also intrigued.

“To be left alone.” Youstate, clearly getting angry at this point.

“You think I'll leave you alone?” She chuckles. “You're funny.” You just don't respond. “Ah, no response?” She smirks. “Is that because you know I'm right?”

You still do not answer.  “Is being stubborn a hobby of yours? Or are you just incapable of accepting the fact that you've lost this interaction?” She chuckles, tilting her head slightly toward you.

“Or are you just too stupid to understand you are so damn annoying?” You spit out.

“I'm not annoying at all, I can assure you.” She chuckles, looking down at you. “In fact, I think you're enjoying this.”

“hum hum, sure.”

“Do you find it amusing?” She chuckles again, then tilts her head slightly toward you.  “You sure do talk a lot for someone who wants to be left alone.”

You don't respond anymore. You're tired of her by now. “I think I broke her…” She says in a soft tone, chuckling to herself. You keep walking silently. Ellie follows after you, still chuckling and smiling. You stop suddenly and Ellie bumps into you, almost falling on her ass.

“Ah!” She laughs, looking up at you. “You should really watch where you're going, you almost knocked me down.”

“You were the one not paying attention to what's in front of you.” You say still looking forwards away from her.

“No, you stopped really suddenly.” She says in a more teasing tone, raising an eyebrow.

“Not my problem.”

“Still... I could trip and hurt myself." Ellie smirks and shakes her head, then quickly walks beside you again.

“Oh.. I'm so worried!” You are clearly running out of patience.

“Oh please, if i actually got hurt you'd probably laugh.”

“Or just leave you there to die alone of a twisted ankle.” You say smiling slightly at the thought.

“You wouldn't do that.” She chuckles. “Don't act like you don't care about me.”

“I really don't, I don't know you.”

“Well, if you don't care, why are you still talking to me?” She smirks.

“Because my evening is being so boring, I actually have to resort to lowering to your level.” You say seriously.

“My level? You know, I think I was wrong about you before." Ellie looks up at you with a smirk. “You're definitely a brat.” She chuckles again.

“Thanks! You said that already, dickhead.” You say getting angry.

“Oh sorry, I thought I'd just remind you of your personality traits.” She rolls her eyes. “Brats have to be told everything otherwise they forget, right?”

“Oh, right... I just remembered... I don't care!” You shout.

“Aw...” Ellie chuckles. “Such a cute little brat.” She says, sounding teasing.

“I'm starting to think you are a stalker.” You continue walking home.

“A stalker, huh?” She smirks. “Why do you think that?”

“This!?” You look at Ellie angry.

“Hmm, are you getting angry now?” Ellie chuckles, then tilts her head slightly, still looking at you.  You don't respond, ignoring her.  “Ah, I see. you're still just a brat.”  You turn around and continue walking home.  “And you're going to continue ignoring me?” Ellie asks in a teasing tone as she smirks, and raises an eyebrow. You are getting far away from Ellie now.

“Aw...” Ellie continues to follow you, speeding up a little bit so that she's walking beside you. You ignore her and only look forward. “Oh, are you ignoring me?” Ellie smirks, tilting her head slightly towards you again. You continue ignoring Ellie. Ellie continues to follow beside you, speaking at a slightly quieter volume. “Why do you keep ignoring me?” You still don't respond and start walking faster.  Ellie chuckles, then starts to speak slightly louder, now that you are walking faster. “Can you please pay attention to me again?”

“oh... who's being a brat now? Asking for attention. Attention whore.” You respond angry. Ellie sighs, rolling her eyes, yet she smirks. “Is that the best you can do, brat? Calling me an attention whore?” She looks down at you, chuckling lightly. “Aren't you though?” You ask tilting your head and narrowing your eyes.

“Am... um... no.” Ellie fumbles over her words a little, sounding like she's a bit caught off guard by your comment.

“Then why are you still here? No girlfriend to fuck?” You ask clearly tired of the situation.

“Ah! Don't get vulgar now." Ellie smiles, then tilts her head slightly. “Also, no. I don't have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.. nice.. My stalker is also a loser.” You say dryly.

“Loser?” Ellie chuckles, still smiling. “Now who's lowering to who's level, brat?” Ellie says, now sounding slightly sarcastic.

“Fuck you.”

“Aw.” Ellie chuckles, then smirks, and continues following beside you. You are almost home and stop. “Go away, you are breaking several laws by following me home!”

“Laws? Are there laws for this?” Ellie tilts her head, seeming a bit surprised. “I mean, I can see why following a minor might be illegal but I didn't think that it was illegal in general for someone to follow someone else home…”

“Minor? I’m 19, you idiot.” You say angrily

“Oh?” Ellie grins, then smirks. “I mean, I could see how you might be mistaken for one.”

“And how old are you? 14?” You ask looking up at her with your arms crossed.

“How dare you.” Ellie looks insulted, but she seems to be joking. “I'm actually 20 years old.”

“Sure, sure…”

Ellie chuckles.  “You do realize I'm older than you?” Ellie raises an eyebrow.

“As if one year makes a difference…” You say annoyed, in a lower tone.

“I mean, it makes a difference being a minor I guess.”

“I'm 19, not a minor, dickwad.” You defend yourself

“I mean, you certainly act like a minor.” Ellie smirks, and tilts her head slightly.

“Fine Ellie. Do whatever you want. Be my guest. Stay outside of my house like the creep you are. Have a nice life.” You close and lock the front door of your house on Ellies face.

“Oh, that's just rude.” Ellie sighs, then knocks loudly on your door. You ignore Ellie.  Ellie knocks even harder on the door. You are now preparing to go take a shower, not giving Ellie any more attention. Ellie smirks, and starts banging a fist angrily on the door. You turn on the water. Ellie smirks, then starts banging on the door with her feet.

“Real mature!” You shout before closing the bathroom door and going into the shower.

“Come on! Don't just ignore me!” Ellie bangs harder on the door with her feet. You are taking your shower now and can't hear her over the sound of the water. Ellie continues to bang on the door, speaking at a slightly higher volume.

“This isn't funny anymore. open up!”

You start singing whilst taking your shower. Ellie sighs, and kicks the door, then sits down on the front porch.

“I suppose I'll just wait for you then…” You take half an hour in your shower. “Oh for god's sake.” Ellie leans back in her seat, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, waiting for you to be done showering. You open the bathroom door with a towel on your hair.

“Ah, there you are, brat.” Ellie smirks, looking up at you through the window. 

You can see Ellie is still there from the kitchen window. “Oh yes, I'm still here.” Ellie grins, and tilts her head slightly. “Now, can I come inside?”

“And why would I do that?” You go to the fridge and fill a cup of orange juice and start drinking it.

“Because I'm a bit cold, you selfish brat.” Ellie says, jokingly sounding a bit annoyed.

“You are the one choosing to stay there.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ellie looks up at you, then smirks, and tilts her head slightly. “So, are you going to let me inside?”

“Nope. It's a no on that one!” You say drinking your juice not looking at her.

“Aw, but I'm cold.” Ellie says in a teasing voice, looking up at you.

“As if I care!” You still don't look at her.

“You could at least let me inside for five minutes!” Ellie asks, sounding a little annoyed, but also a bit whiny.

“Oh, what a whiny little baby.” You say rolling your eyes as you finish your cup of orange juice.

“You shut up, brat!” Ellie rolls her eyes, then smirks, looking up at you.

“I'm not opening the door, especially after calling me names.” You say annoyed.

“Please!” Ellie continues to sound whiny, seeming desperate to get inside now.

“Why are you still insisting? Give up.” You tell her.

“I can't give up, I'm way too determined now. I won't stop until I can get inside!”

“Good luck with that!” Ellie sits back on the porch, crossing her arms, and tapping her foot, looking up at you with an annoyed, determined smile. You are now sitting on the couch watching tv in your living room.

“You're so mean to me.” Ellie pouts a bit. “I just want to come inside, that's all!” Ellie says in a whiney, almost childish tone.

“So you can kill me? No chance.” You say sarcastically.

“Aw, you think I'm going to kill you?” Ellie chuckles at the comment.  “Sweetie, if I had the intention to kill you, i wouldn't be knocking on your door, i’d just break it down and come inside, now you can't say i don't ask you politely though.” Ellie smirks, then tilts her head slightly again.

“Still not opening it!” You look into the tv.

“Please! I'm literally shivering in coldness!”

“Sure you are.”

“I'm not kidding! I don't think you understand how cold I am!” Ellie says with a whiny tone. “Just open the door please!”

You look at Ellie with a serious and very annoyed face.

“Just let me inside for at least five minutes!” Ellie says, sounding more annoyed now.

You get up and walk to the front door. “Are... you going to let me come inside now?” Ellie tilts her head slightly, smirking, seeming hopeful.

You check the lock on the door. “Yep.. still locked. Just to make sure.” You smirk.

“You cruel, cruel child…” Ellie crosses her arms, smirking slightly at you, but still sounding a bit annoyed.

“Give me one good reason to let you inside.” You demand.

“Hum, because I've been trying to get inside for a whole hour now? Pleasee...I am so cold..."

“Not good enough!” 

“Pleaseee! the cold is literally killing me!”

“It's not that cold you creep.”

“Yeah, it is.” Ellie's voice is a bit more genuine, although she's still smirking. “Now, are you letting me inside?”

“hhhhhuuuuuggggg.....” You say annoyed, “5 minutes and not one second more!”

“Fine, five minutes…” Ellie sighs, sounding a bit annoyed at having to wait outside still.

You open the door annoyed. You are in your pajamas now. Just a t-shirt and some shorts, you have no bra underneath and Ellie could make out your nipples.

“uh... thanks?” Ellie says, seemingly a bit stunned, but she smiles at you and enters the house.

“Now that you are inside, what do you want from me?” You ask, crossing your arms looking at her.

“I just... wanna talk.” Ellie smirks, then tilts her head slightly.

“About?” You are very annoyed.

“I don't know, just getting to know each other more.'' Ellie shrugs, then looks around the room.

You sit on the couch and cross your arms again. Ellie looks over at you, then smiles, and goes to sit down beside you on the couch. You are looking at the tv ignoring Ellie completely. Ellie sighs, and leans against you a little, seeming a bit annoyed too.

“Hey! I want you to give me attention damnit." Elie says, sounding slightly whiny, and taps your shoulder lightly with her fingertips.

“Get away from me, don't touch me!” You say angrily. 

“Okay you brat!” Ellie isn't sure what to do now that she's inside. She didn't actually think you were going to let her inside your house. “So hum…” Ellie thinks of something to say. “Why have I never seen you around town?”

“Maybe because you were too busy eating every other girl in this town in front of everyone. Just maybe.” You say dryly.

“Well at least I'm not rejected like you! Yes, I saw it through the window.” Ellie says, trying to sound mean.

“And here I was thinking you couldn’t be any more creepy.” You were genuinely offended. “ Get out of my house! Right now!” You push Ellie towards the front door.

“Hey, hey, hey…” Ellie tries to stop you. “I was just telling the truth!”

“Get out right now!” You shout.

“Fine! I'll go! Looser..!”

“Fuck you Ellie!” You are almost screaming right now. “I hope you get hit by a truck!” You close the door as you push Ellie out, slamming it, then lock it.

“Oh.. come on… “ Ellie pleads.

“Unbelievable…” You sigh.

“Come on… I was joking!” Ellie says a bit ashamed of what she's just said.

“Go home Ellie! Have a nice life!” You shout and go to your room not listening to one more word that comes out from Ellie's mouth.

“I’m sorry!” Ellie pleads one last time. “Fuck… Why did I say that? I'm such an ass…” Ellie gets out of your porch and starts walking home. The truth is that Ellie had noticed you on the street a few times now, and thought you were beautiful. 

Ellie gets home and can't believe she just said that to you. She can't stop playing the moment in her head. When she saw you being rejected by that girl she thought she could have a chance with you finally. She was actually really excited to be talking to you but she's not very good at social interactions and always says the wrong things when she's trying her very best. Sure, she was a bit of a playboy but she didn't really think she was that mean or unpleasant. Ellie always liked having a girl with her. It made her feel more confident and wanted. The truth is that Ellie is actually a loser that can hide it really well.

A few days later you were going out to meet some friends. You go to the town's bar and meet them there and have a great time drinking a bit. You hear the bell on the bar's door signaling someone entering or leaving. You look at the door just to see who it was. You are completely filled with rage as you see that it is Ellie.

Ellie didn't go out hoping to see you, she was actually very surprised and blushing from embarrassment as she remembered your last interaction. She didn't want to make you any more angry so she just walked up to the booth and sat there alone, drinking. She glanced at you a few times but didn't have the courage to go and apologize.

You ignored Ellie's presence and started dancing with your friends trying to forget what happened the other night. 

“Hey, I think someones looking at you!” Your friend Dina is excited since you were rejected the other day and thought this could be good for you.

“Yeah, I noticed..” You say annoyed.

 “What 's wrong? She is really cute!” Dina says excitedly.

“And a complete asshole as well.” Your friend is a bit confused because you and her didn't know Ellie very well. Sure you saw her with a lot of girls over time but didn't think much of it. “Why do you say that?” Dina asked.

“It's a long story, Dina, she's just really not nice.”

“Oh.. Okay, can you tell me what happened?” Dina inquired. “Fine” You tell Dina what happened and Dina is really surprised and angry at Ellie as well. “That's what happened, I don't want to think of it anymore.” You say quietly.

“I really want to punch her for doing that to you now!”

“Dina it's whatever, just forget her…” Dina is very mad that Ellie could be so cruel and gets up from ypur table and goes up to Ellie to talk to her. She is very angry. You are really uncomfortable right now and really don't want more arguing or getting hurt again. 

“Who do you think you are? Treating my friend like that?!” Dina asks Ellie, very angry. Ellie is surprised at Dina’s bluntness. “Don't you ever talk or look at her again, understood??” Dina added. “ And don't you dare hurt her again! I swear I'll beat the shit out of you!”

“I…. I’m sorry…" Ellie looks at the ground ashamed as the whole bar is now looking at them. “I'm really sorry, truly…” Ellie gets up and out of the bar and looks inside through the window one last time at you.

“Yeah, get out of here you creep!” Dina then comes back and hugs you tightly.

“Thanks Dina.” You say a bit sad. “I think I'm going to head home if you don't mind, everything is a bit too overwhelming right now.”

“Do you want me to walk you home honey?” Dina asks, concerned.

“No but thank you Dina, I need to be alone for a while…” 

“Are you sure?” She asks worried about you.

“Yes Dins, I'll be fine. See you tomorrow.” You hug Dina and get out of the bar and start going home. It's cold out tonight and you are shivering. You didn't think it would be this cold today so your jacket wasn't very warm.

Ellie was still outside the bar leaning on the wall as she saw you come out as well. She didn't want you to be angry with her anymore. She had to say something.

“Y/N?” She called.

You heard Ellie's voice but kept walking, not giving her attention. “Y/N i'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!” You keep walking and Ellie goes after you. She grabs your arm and pleads once again. “Please, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it…” You look at Ellie with tears in your eyes. “Leave me alone…” 

“I'm so sorry, please don't cry…” Ellie looks concerned at you. “Let me go and dont follow me home again!” You say sternly and get your arm out of Ellie's grasp and keep on walking. Ellie isn't sure what to do, she doesn't know if she should follow you again. She decided to follow you in the end after pondering for a bit. You noticed this. 

“Great, that's just great… Just go home Ellie, I'm tired.” Ellie keeps following you home but is quiet the whole way there, not to make you more uncomfortable. You arrive at your house and Ellie says. “Can we talk please?”

“No.  Please…just go away…” You open the door to your house and as you are going to close it behind you, Ellie stops you. “Please… can I come in? I just want to apologize and make things right…”

“Perfect, I'm not even allowed to be left alone in my own home…” Ellie closes the door behind her as you go to your bedroom to change into more comfy clothes. The door is slightly ajar and Ellie can see you change. She doesn't want to be a creep and a perv but she can't take her eyes off of your body.

You don't notice Ellie can see you changing. Ellie waits for you to finish changing before knocking on the door. “Can I come in please?”

“Whatever Ellie, do what you want��.” You lay on your bed looking away from Ellie. 

Ellie sits on the end of the bed and starts talking. “I'm really sorry. I don't know why I said those things to you.”

“Sure you are...” You say quietly laying on your side. “What do you want? Haven't you done enough?”

Ellie gets very embarrassed as she talks.  “I just wanted to get to know you… I've seen you around town and you looked so nice and so pretty and…. and…”

You are listening to Ellie but still not looking at her. “And what? I looked like a nice target for your cruelness?”

“I…. i… I wanted to get closer to you and I just made things worse.”

“Yeah, you sure did.” You say sadly. Ellie looks at you and is genuinely sorry. “Could you ever forgive me?”

“Dont you have other girls to be fucking with? I'm sure they're lining up for that.” You say dryly.

“I… I know I'm not the best person in the world, very far from it… but I never want to hurt other people…”

“Ellie, I'm tired, I don't want to be having this conversation.” Ellie lays beside you hoping this is not going to upset you. “I really am sorry…”

Ellie feels a bit uncomfortable with this situation. “Ever since I saw you for the first time I couldn't get you out of my head….” Ellie continues. “I'm sorry for being a creep, I only wanted to get close to you and didn't know any other way to do it…”

“You could have started by being nice, and not an arrogant little shit for starters.” You said sadly and a bit angry. Ellie turns to face you and looks at you to see you are crying. Ellie is feeling really bad right now and wants to make things right with you. “Do you think we could just talk for a bit? You don't need to say anything if you don't want to…” You look back at Ellie with tears still in your eyes. “Talk about what? The weather? How many girls you’ve fucked? How much of an asshole you are?” You say mad and sad. Ellie is a bit offended but doesn't show it, instead she wipes the tears out of your face gently. You are caught by surprise as Ellie touches your face, but you let her do it. “You know… you really are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen…” You keep looking at Ellie and your tears are stopping from falling from your eyes. Ellie still caresses your face even though you are not crying anymore. You look into each other's eyes and you start feeling nervous. Ellie always wanted to be this close to you and her heart is starting to beat very fast. “I am truly sorry.” She says with complete honesty. Ellie is starting to blush from being so close and intimate with you. The only thing Ellie wanted to do was to kiss you but she knew it was too early for that, so she just looked at your lips for a second and then back up at your eyes. You were starting to feel butterflies so you got up so Ellie is not touching you anymore.

You sit up on the bed and Ellie does the same. “Ellie, this… this is too much…” You say hugging your own legs. Ellie looks at you with a sad face but a hopeful one too. 

“Why were you so mean? What did I ever do to you?” You ask. Ellie tries to think of an answer but she really doesnt have any excuses for what she's done. She stays silent for a few seconds. “Oh? Not even an explanation? Nice job apologizing. Now I see why you change girlfriends just like you change your clothes.” Ellie is a bit offended and wants to defend herself. “Well, at least I get dates…”

You are very offended. “You're really digging a hole for yourself now.” 

“At least i’ve been fucked and wanted.” Ellie is now speaking out of spite not really sure why, but the rage simply filled up her body. “At least I'm not alone in my room crying for other girls!” You are really hurt by Ellie's words.

“And there she is, the real Ellie! The asshole without a heart! Get out of my house! Now!” You shout and get up out of the bed, pointing at the door for Ellie to leave. 

“No.” Ellie responds. “No?” You are furious. “Fuck you and your empty promises. I can't believe you… You come to apologize to me and end up just doing the same thing? Did you fall on your head as a baby or something?”

“No. You're just a brat who can't handle a little teasing!” Ellie smirks teasing you. “You know what? I don't even know what I saw in you in the first place!” 

You are furious and slap Ellie in a fit of rage. “Get out!” You shout to Ellie who is soothing her face after being slapped by surprise. Ellie has a mean look in her eyes now and grabs you as she pins you to the wall by your neck. “How dare you, you brat! You really are a lost cause.”

You try to take Ellie's hand away from your neck unsuccessfully. Ellie is stronger than you thought. Ellie seems happy with herself as she sees you struggle and has a mean and teasing tone in her voice. “Aw… Is my brat trying to run away? That's not how this works, You'll pay for slapping me!”

“Go fuck yourself!” You say defyingly.  Ellie seems amused by this. “What if i fucked you hum? I bet you like that, you brat. Wouldn't you?” You are feeling like you have no control of this interaction as you look at Ellie's tattooed toned arm.

“Oh? The tattoo? Do you like it? I'll tell you a secret. It was one of those bitches you’re so jealous of, that did it.” She whispered into your ear. You were not expecting this at all from Ellie. “You’re so full of yourself! The world does not revolve around you, you know that right?” You respond furiously.

Your faces are very close now and you can look into Ellie's green eyes. Ellie is not looking you in your eyes though, She is looking at your lips. 

Ellie is fixed on your lips as she feels her breath on her neck. She squeezes your neck a bit still pinning you to the wall. Ellie is thinking of one thing and one thing only. She wants to kiss you and slap you as a payback of sorts but she doesn't. She looks back at your eyes. “What are you looking at fuckface?” You are secretly loving this now. “What are you going to do now? Choke me to death? How kind…”

Ellie cant take it anymore and kisses you hungerly and presses her body to Yours. You blush at the sudden movement but kiss her back trying to throw Ellie on the bed and get on top of her. Ellie is lost in lust as the only thing she wants to do now is touch your body. You feel Ellie's free hand go under your top and cup your breast. Ellie notices your nipples are hard. “Is someone becoming turned on from being choked? I expected a lot of things from you but this is far better than my expectations…” You take this moment to do what you were thinking and push Ellie onto the bed and get on top of her straddling her and put your hand on Ellie's neck instead. You are in control now. “How about this? Isn't it better you creep? Being choked like the whore you really are.” You say, out of breath.

“Fuck… how cute, this brat thinks shes in control…” Ellie quickly throws you onto the bed forcefully and gets on top of you. “You don't have a say in this brat! Don't you try anything you could regret…” You are really angry and slap Ellie across the face again. Ellie looks back slowly at you and slaps you back harder and makes you whine. “Did it hurt? Oh poor baby… Don't you try that again, understood?” Your face is stinging from the slap and you try to soothe the pain by stroking your face. “Fuck you!” You spit out.

“That’s what I'm planning on doing, you brat!” Ellie kisses you and lets her tongue explore your mouth. The kiss is hard and agressive as Ellie takes your shirt off to reveal your soft tits and your erect nipples. “Look at that, the brat is loving this…” Ellie teases and smirks before continuing the kiss. You are moaning as you two kiss and feel Ellie's lips going down to your chest and suck on your nipples hard while massaging your boobs. You are getting wet and very aroused. Ellies hands travel down to your shorts and take them off, As she is undressing you she notices a wet patch forming on your panties. “Oh… look at that… you really are enjoying this aren't you?” You get a bit embarrassed of your state. Ellie touches your pussy through the fabric and comes back up to continue the kissing session. “You're so wet for me already…” Ellie says in between kisses. “I knew you liked me after all, see? That wasn't so hard was it, brat?” You moan as Ellie starts massaging your pussy in tiny circles. “Yes.. moan for me you brat…. Show me how dirty you are…” 

“You're such a perv…” You manage to stay in the midst of all that's happening. “Yes I'm a perv and a creep and you are loving every single second of it, brat.” Ellie's voice is lower than usual and she's feeling on top of the world having you under her like this.

Ellie is feeling very powerful as she is completely dressed and you are almost naked in front of her. “Let's take these off shall we?” Ellie asks mockingly tugging at your panties. “They are completely soaked anyways aren't they?” You look very embarrassed as Ellie undresses you and become completely naked. You feel a knot in your stomach starting to form as you get more and more turned on. “So beautiful for me… look at that perfect sopping pussy… Should I touch my brat? Or is she going to misbehave?” Ellie mocks and teases you. You moan as Ellie starts touching your pussy slowly and collects some of the sleek on her fingers and brings it to her mouth looking you dead in the eyes. “Humm….. My brat tastes so good… Should i lick all this amazing sleek? I think I might do just that.” Ellie kisses your body down from your neck very slowly , then your breasts and sucks on them some more to hear you moan more for her. She loves hearing the sounds you make. Then she goes down your belly and leaves wet kisses on her way to your pussy. Ellie starts licking your clit slowly and carefully as she looks up to see how you are reacting. Ellie is happy with your reaction and your moans as she starts speeding up her pace, completely pussy drunk. 

You are feeling every movement from Ellie's tongue and can't help yourself from moaning in pleasure. You let Ellie take complete control and are loving every second but don't want to admit it. Ellie brings her hand below her chin collecting sleek and feeling your tight hole as shes desperate to start finger fucking her until you’re screamming. Ellie introduces one finger into you and hears those delicious moans as she waits for your pussy to get used to the intrusion. “Fuck… my little brat is so tight… she's practically sucking my finger in with her pussy… Shall I put one more in and stretch my brat’s tight little hole?” Ellie speaks looking you in your eyes as she inserts yet another finger inside you. “Fuck baby… Look at that… taking me so well… feels good doesn't it?” You nod as you seem to not be able to form words at the moment from all the pleasure. “Shall i go faster and fuck you until you scream? I think I'd like hearing you begging me to stop. That sounds fun doesn't it brat?”

You moan as Ellie starts pumping her fingers in and out faster and faster as she hits your G spot just perfectly with each pump. “Fuck Ellie…. thats good please dont stop…” Elie hears this and looks at your face. “Is my brat speaking to me now?... Did I tell you you could talk? I don't think so. Maybe my brat needs a spanking so she knows her place. Yeah I think she does…” Ellie says as she stops and takes her fingers out of you slowly. “Open your mouth slut..” Ellie commands as she puts her slender fingers into Your mouth for you to taste yourself and suck each drop. “That's a good slut… now come here brat, it's time for your spanking.” She pulls you into her lap across her legs, ass up. She first strokes your soft ass. “Look at this ass... perfect to be spanked.” She pulls you by her hair before starting and says “Now be a good slut and take your punishment without complaints, understood?” You nod as you wince from the hair pulling. “Here we go brat…” Ellie starts spanking your ass with her right hand and uses the other to hold you in place. You let out tiny screams at every spank.  Ellie is loving this, the sounds you make are music to her ears. “Look at my brat taking her spanking so well… I think she even likes it.” Ellie notices you getting wet again and decides to finger you. “Just look at that… My slut is so wet for me again… let me take care of that…” Ellie inserts two fingers without warning making you moan loudly, she then starts pumping them in and out as if her life depends on it. You are feeling like you're getting close to your orgasm.  Ellie is relentless and slowly inserts a third finger in as she rubs Your clit with her thumb. You are feeling euphoric, you've never felt this good and your moans prove it. “Ellie, i'm going to cum… ah…. fuck….” You start feeling your orgasm washing over you as Ellie continues with a grin on her face. “Now that is a nice slut… cum from me… come on…give me those amazing juices of yours…” You can't hold it in anymore and let yourself go. “Good girl… That's it…” You are now getting over stimulated as Ellie doesn't stop or even slow down. “Ellie, please.. it's too much…” You say, a bit desperate. “Hum? You'll have to beg harder brat, come on, let's hear it.”

“Ellie please i'm begging you… i can't take it anymore” You feel like you are going to cum again. “Oh my slut is cuming again? Look at that.. She finally knows her place…” You are overwhelmed by all the sensations and cum again on Ellie's fingers not long after that. “Perfect little slut.. look at all that cum….” As you come down from your high, Ellie starts slowing down, mesmerized by all the cum coming from your pussy. She takes her fingers out slowly collecting as much cum as she can and brings it to her mouth. “Hum…. my brat’s cum is so good… so delicious…” Ellie then lays you on the bed smiling smugly. “That wasn't so bad was it brat?” She looks into your eyes completely pussy drunk.

“I still hate you, creep” You say annoyed but playfully.

“I'm sure you do brat… and I know just how to make you love me now...” Ellie says as she kisses you on the lips gently and lovingly. You kiss her back. You don't hate Ellie anymore really but you wont give her that satisfaction. Ellie continues the kiss for a long while until she finally says. ”I think I might actually be in love with you…” 

A/N: I hope you liked it! Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mise en Place 1

Warnings: noncon, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: thanks all for reading and I hope you’re excited for this one. All feedback is more than welcome and loved and appreciated. Reblogs are most helpful.

Part of The Club AU

You place the final sparkling glass on the cart and give a tiny smile at the accomplishment. Your work isn't particularly complicated or glamorous. As eager singles and lively coeds wait outside to invade the downtown club, you work tirelessly to ready the place; clean the dishes, sweep and mop the floors, vacuum the coatroom…

The work is draining but simple. You don't mind it so much. You mostly hide in the shadows and get it done, take your check, and retreat to your singulsr existence. Your co-workers more than make up for your invisibility.

You can hear the booming voice of the bartender as he chats with the other. His voice tends to carry over most other noises, even the music when its thrumming from the subwoofers. You always hear him coming whereas you are ever unnoticed by others.

Sonny, the cook, chops at the cutting board, the air vibrant with the the aromas of his simmering pans. The private rooms are ready for their guests, most of the plates will be sent there. Everything has its place in the club; the burly blond behind the bar, Sonny at the stove, and you wherever a mess arises.

"Glasses," the door swings inward, startling you as you carry the used utensils and bowls from Sonny's station to the sink, "ah, perfect."

Thor, the bartender, strides over, his immense size making the space feel even smaller. Yourself too.

He nears and grabs the handle on the cart. You barely have time to react as he lurches it too sharply. One of the highball glasses slides off and shatters on the floor as he stops. You barely keep several others from following suit.

"Oh, apologies," he grins guiltily at the glass shards.

"Thor, if you're not in here stealing apps, you're trashing the place," Sonny guffaws.

"I didn't mean to," the bartender says defensively, "I'll clean it–"

"I got it," you're quicker than him as you grabs the broom from where you left it, "no worries."

A hum catches in his throat as you return to the cart and slowly roll it towards him. He backs up with your careful advance. He grips the handle and slowly pulls it with him, this time making a show of doing so cautiously.

"No worries," he echoes you, "thank you."

He wheels backward through the door as you turn to sweep up the scattered glass. Sonny grunts as a pan hisses. He tuts as he sprinkles spice into one.

"Bozo, that one is," he chuckles, "makes a mean cocktail despite having the grace of a newborn elephant."

You nod and say nothing. You don't know Thor well, you see him around, like most of the other employees. Bottle girls, servers, bouncers. You only ever see Sonny or the other chef, Enid, often. Neither really seems to mind you and talk more to fill the dearth than make friends.

"Lucky his brother runs the place or he'd be paying for all the nachos. Never knew a man who could eat so much. Good guy but… insatiable."

You listen without response. The crotchety chef is used to that. You almost think he prefers it. He doesn't argue with you like he does the bottle girls or posture as he does around the bouncers. Especially the big one, August.

You scoop up the glass in the dustpan and dumb it in a box formerly used for the ready to serve cans. You set it with the recycle and go back to the task of scouring the dishes. Sonny whistles along to the softly buzzing radio, soon to be replaced with the coursing of modern pop music.

Employees drift in and out; servers bitching, bottle girls grabbing tall bottles, and a shuffle you can't keep order of.

The DJ puts on the first track and signals opening. You put your ear plugs in then, it's a bit too loud for your brain to focus. You linger in the kitchen, you'll sneak out to collect empty glasses once the place is a bit fuller.

Sonny sends his first apps and slips the pack of smokes from his front pocket. He signals that's he's going for his usual break and you nod as you go to peek through the window. Servers take the trays and crumple tickets as you look past them.

The flashing of colored lights reflect off sparkling outfits and add definition to attractive faces. You were never the club type. Never had much of a chance. No school, no parties, just work.

"Goddamn," Thor blusters in, the door bouncing off the metsl corner of the counter, "Loki… always…"

He stops his grumbling as the door shuts and reveals you just on the other side. He gives a sheepish grin and you stand dumbly watching him. You probably should try to look busy.

"Tequila," he declares, "I missed it in inventory."

You quick push away from the counter and beat him to the storage room. You're not sure what kind he needs but you recall an empty one with the gold cap. You grab that and come back to the doorway as he nears. He almost jumps back, as if he didn't expect you.

"Oh, fawn, you scared me," he smiles, his blue eyes gleaming, "ah, you are exactly what I need."

He takes the tequila from you and raises it to read the label.

"Clever," he muses, "perhaps you might do me another favour."

You stare at him. Well, you won't have much to do for a while. You nod.

"It'll only be me tonight," he declares, "so, I need some help. You would only need to be my assistant. Hand me bottles and glasses…"

"Oh, I don't… know if I–"

"You will not get any trouble for it, hm? I will speak to my brother should he try to give any. Besides, I am rather desperate."

He sticks his lip out, just a little, just enough to tweak your heart. It might not be wise to say no to the brother of the owner.

"Just for a little," you permit, "okay?"

[johnny-slaughter-me]

— “ 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲. ” | Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader.

Oneshot. Based off this post by @abundance-of-fic-reblogs.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is sfw. Canon kidnapping, cannibalism and gore mentioned, along with arranged marriage and children.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

You were supposed to be just another victim. You and your friend group's car broke down and the only sign of life near by was the rundown gas station. Luckily- or so you thought, it was still open and there was and older gentleman working the counter.

It became a blur, you don't even remember how you ended up tied in someones basement. A loud rev of a chainsaw woke you up followed with a scream that sounded like it belonged to one of your friends. You panicked trying to break free from the ropes restraining you from leaving. A scream escaped your lips as you felt a firm hand on your back. "Now, now, no need to be so scared, darlin'. Be quiet, and I'll take you to a safer place." The man said. He picked you up and carried you over his shoulder. Despite not knowing who he is, you didn't resist, too scared to disobey. Johnny doesn't know waht came over him. He initially went there to grab you and bring you straight to Leatherface's lair, where you'd be met with the same fate as your friends. But when put his hand on your back and that small yet terrified scream escaped your lips he look into your eyes. For the first time Johnny didn't feel the desire to kill, no, he desired other things. And now here he was taking you to his shed. He dropped you down and made up a little corner for you, "hide here for now darlin', should be safe. I'll come check on you. But don't you dare go away they're out there and I won't be able to help ya'." The man, who you'd later come to know as Johnny, said; leaving you behind.

Time wasn't as kind as you'd wish, you never got to go home. Instead Johnny had managed to keep you as his "girlfriend" meaning he's family dinner directly harmed you. You spent most of your time in his shed, he only let you in the house if he was there with you. You could even tell if he had locked you in his shed everyday because of some twisted fantasy or because he genuinely thought his family is out to get you and did it as a means of protection. Anything was possible with him, or his family. You couldn't even begin to understand them and why they behaved the way they did. Nancy, Johnny's mom, scared you the most. You definitely thought she was plotting your murder. She never spoke to you, but she would and continues to speak of you, even infront of you, and it is never kind things she has to say about you. Johnny would sometimes argue with her, but it was never necessarily to defend you, but rather his decision for wanting to keep you. "You are my boy Johnny, I know you better than you know yourself. She is distracting you away from the family." Nancy scolded him during dinner, with you and they entire family present. You kept your head low and ate quietly as you did every night. Not wanting to give her anymore reasons to kill you. "She's nothing but trouble, you could find even whores who will provide what she does and more. You can do better my boy, I don't want you settling down for something like that when you can do better." Nancy insulted you once again, "I think she's nice and pretty!" Sissy randomly said, you turned to look at her, no one in the family had ever stood up for you except for Johnny. You smiled at Sissy as your cheeks got a bit pink, but then you heard Nancy growl under her teeth so you quickly lowered your head and pretended to not exist anymore. As Nancy was about to talk some more shit, the older man from the gas station that you visited before being kidnapped, spoke: "as long as Johnny doesn't spring no love child around here, she don't bother us. If he gets too distracted imma smack that Johnny boy of yours in the head!". Suddenly, Johnny stood up, his eyes lit up and he made his way towards you. Resting his hands on your shoulders, you looked up at him, you locked eyes for a brief moment before you followed his gaze towards Nancy. "Mother." Johnny said, "I know you are looking out for me but there's just some needs of mine you can't fulfill. If you really love me you won't be mean to the woman I choose now, would you?" Nancy took a breath before starting to say, "of course not Johnny, I love you and am so proud of you. You are my bo-" but Johnny cut her off before she continued, "then ma', how 'bout I marry Y/N, and after she'll become part of the family, we can give ya' a mini Johnny? You can help raise him! It'll also keep the family going ya' know? We always gotta put family first, but Y/N is family, let her be your family too!" You nearly choked on your food as he spoke, sure you too have been intimate already, it was one of the reasons he kept you alive. You've accepted the fact that you are never going back home, and this is your family now, but aside from Johnny only Sissy really made any efforts to make you feel welcomed. Nancy looked at Johnny, she gave a thought to his words, he wasn't wrong. The family eventually needed to grow, you and Johnny would be the perfect ones to do so, and unlike Johnny she was now to old to raise a child all on her own, but motherhood- no matter how twisted her version of it was, did fill in the void she tended to feel. She walked up and extended her hand out to you. You shook it, feeling safe to do so since Johnny was right at your side. "Welcome to the family." She said, "I can't believe it! We are going to have a wedding! Can I help with making the dress?" Sissy said with puppy eyes and excitement you've never seen her express before. Everyone seemed excited and welcomed you to the family.

"Congratulations, you are now Y/N Slaughter." Johnny whispered in your ear that night when you both rested in his bed. You just looked into his eyes, as twisted as this relationship was, you have grown in love with this man. Maybe life won't be too bad afterall, you thought to yourself. You gave Johnny a peck on the lips and whispered "goodnight, hubby." Then closed your eyes and curled up besides him.

[spooky-draws-stuff]

Chapter 2 : Where is chase?

Welcome to the next part of the main ego story. Please reblog my writing if you liked it. This is not as long as the last chapter, and there will not be as many trigger warnings, but these will still be in the tags.

Anti now has both Henrik and chase, and is using chase as a way to get Jackie.

The lights flickered overhead as footsteps pounded themselves against the floor. Chase shook his head, as his hand bumped into the wall. His fingers released, the flashlight fell with a click. The object rolled forward, and stopped when green eyes gazed back at Chase. 

Chase knew to say nothing, it was what he was supposed to do. He turned around ignoring the fear within him and kept moving. If he didn't feel like he was being watched before, he certainly felt it now. The static hummed and buzzed in his ears as Anti got closer. Chase froze when he heard a click sound. He felt something in front of him. In an instant he fell to his knees. Chase felt a cold blade press against his neck. "It's good to see you again, Chase." Anti chuckled his voice echoing throughout the hallway pitch shifting from low to high in an unnerving tone.

"What…" Chase panted, stuttering his words.  How long had he been running? He should've made it out of his house by now. "What are you doing here?" Chase attempted to shout but failed, his voice trailing off into a faint whisper. 

Anti removed the knife and placed his hand over Chase's forehead. "I just wanted to tell you something important. Wake up." He grinned.

Chase jolted upright from his bed and glanced at his clock in a hurry. Sweat drenched his clothes and his heart was racing. In the corner of his eye he saw Anti, and when he blinked he was gone. "JACKIE!" Chase screamed as loud as he could. "HELP! PLEASE!" His last sentence was unfortunately muffled as he could not finish it. "Shut up." a deep growl from behind chase ringed in his ears. He felt his eyes start to close, as he suffocated from Anti's strength. 

Jackie kicked down the door, and hurriedly searched the room. But Chase was gone, and he had to tell the others. The only thing left was a note scribbled onto a thin piece of paper.

"Soon." the note read. Jackie was filled with anger. But with determination, Jackie knew he could get Chase back. But not without help. He reached for his phone. "Hello? Yes, Marvin? I have to tell you something."

"Ugh! Just stop already." Chase looked at the long scratch that grazed itself over his shoulder. By grabbing and bunching up his shirt sleeve he used it to cover up his wound and hopefully stop the bleeding. "What do you mean you don't know where Jackie went? I know when you're lying to me!" Anti hissed through gritted teeth, wiping off the blood from his knife and using a cloth to clean it. He had already bandaged the cuts on Chase's arm, but was becoming increasingly frustrated as Chase wouldn't meet his requests.

 “I already told you, I'm useless! So trying to make me your new puppet okay? I can't help you. Just buy me a pizza and let me leave!" Chase argued in annoyance. He wasn't going to be scared anymore.

Anti turned around and his body shook, glitching colorfully. He placed his knife inside his jean pocket and took a very deep breath, leaning forward and released a heavy sigh. His eyes blacked out, and his fingers curled into clenched fists. 

The calmness in his voice was worrying. Chase understood what this meant, and his body became tense. "I need you, because when you're gone it will bring Jackie right to me. You are still useful to me. Do you understand? I now know that this is not helping. You are still mine for right now, but when Jackie gets here, I'll let you leave." Anti leaned in closer to Chase, his blacked out eyes causing chase to shiver.

"Okay…" Chase failed to sound calm. His obvious fear made Anti smile warmly, and his eyes returned to normal. This made Chase jump.  I'm still hungry." Chase complained.

Anti paused thoughts moving through his mind. He was wrong, he didn't have to physically injure Chase to get what he wanted. He just needed to build trust with this new puppet. 

"Yes, of course. I will get you something to eat, and maybe some water." Anti struggled to hold back his laughter. He was so excited, convincing someone into being his puppet had never been this easy. Why he was simply overcome with joy.

"So you're telling me darling," Marvin flipped his hair away from his eyes. "That when you walked in there little Chase was missing? This news certainly makes me uneasy. How are we going to find him now?" Marvin took a long sip of mint tea from his mug. Robbie sighed. "Ugh, don't you get it? Anti got him." 

Marvin glared at Robbie. "Don't be rude! Don't even say that!" Marvin then quietly muttered to himself. "No no I hope not." 

Jackie shook his head. "Henrik has been gone for months, and none of you have even tried looking for him because you're both too scared. And now you're telling me Anti has Chase? We have to do something!" Jackie slammed his hands against the table. Marvin stood up and wrapped their arms around him. "Dear, I'm here for you. This is a stressful time for all of us. We did look." Marvin gently pulled away from Jackie. 

Jackie shook his head, looking distressed. “No, you're right. We did try. But I'm not giving up just yet. I think I know where he is. “Jackie started walking towards the door. “Jackie, don’t do this.” Marvin quickly moved closer to him, placing their hand on his shoulder looking into his eyes. Jackie’s eyes narrowed as he pushed Marvin's arm away. “No, I’m doing this on my own.” he replied, as he walked through the door and left. 

Robbie glanced at the floor then at Marvin. “I miss Henrik. I don’t think leaving Jackie alone is a good idea. What should we do?” Robbie’s expression was concerned. “I’ll talk to him about this later.” Marvin finished his tea and fell asleep on the couch. 

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[the0ldmann]

I was gonna like. Try and fit my two cents into the notes without reblogging. Then this turned out way longer than I expected so reblog here I come!

So uh. The Ascendant. First off, with the brief and direct answer to your question, yes I have trauma (a lovely combo of parental abuse & neglect, SA, bullying, and grooming are the big ones) and yes I absolutely adore A!A. Clearly some would think it strange but I have a mile-long blocklist for a reason.

Secondly, to further elaborate without getting into any more than a single detail of my own history... There's this very specific box of not being listened to when I want to be, that every abusive relationship I've had- be it romantic, platonic, or familial- has checked. Everyone always tended to assume they knew what I wanted better than I did.

A!A by virtue of simply not forcefully turning you and requiring your consent, and also by verifying that it is what you want, immediately puts himself into this slightly different category from what I've been through. It makes him come off as potentially incredibly yandere, especially if you subscribe to the vampire bride headcannon which I do. A headcannon which actually inextricably ties the ability to be happy together, thus meaning if he fucks up too hard, he will be miserable too, so there is some give and take and the tiniest bit of room to compromise. A yandere would not offer much more than a sliver for compromise, but genuinely I fall incredibly in line with it in comfort fantasy. All because having someone stop and go "I want you to be happy with me and me alone, I will give you the world if you want it, just promise to never leave" that you get from "softer" yanderes is... The one thing I never fucking got.

The Ascendant just ticks the singular box required to not turn me away.

Even when others try to argue with things he said if you try to call him stuff like Cazador it's like... Yeah if you compared me to my abusers without actually knowing them and you literally just saw me do one thing you just happened to not like... I'll be real, his reaction is tamer than what mine would be, so I cannot blame him for getting so defensive. That's before you get into the whether or not he knows you've been against thing depending on the playthroughs as others have pointed out...

Then there is the whole thing of like. Helping him take over Cazador's life's work that's like... Something about it does feel empowering. Like yeah, you all thought you could toss us aside and reap all the rewards, but now the rewards are mine and you can do nothing about it! Genuinely, it feels nice to just go "nope, I have all the power now" when you've felt relatively powerless against an abuser before. It is cathartic in a way. Spawn killing Cazador kinda ticks the same box, but then it's the potential abuse of society that he's still powerless against that just... ruins it for me.

I had some other thoughts but I'll admit I've been typing long enough I've kinda forgetten them, really shoulda made a bullet point list first... Oopsie!

Also before any of *those* Spawn fans see this and tell me to get therapy- I don't stand for bullshit in my real life, I actually have quite the support network that encoruages me to stand up for myself, and I'm doing very well, thank you very much. My choice of comfort fantasy has no bearing on what I do in my real actual personal life. To be honest, I don't think I could stand to let someone take care of me like a yandere would try to anyway. Something about wanting to feel useful not useless and also not trusting another to do a certain 5 or 6 things the exact way I want them done.

to add to my previous post re ascended Astarion, I would be interested to see how other people who have been in abusive relationships personally feel about him

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Opposite Ends 

Chapter Eleven - I'll stay if you'll stay

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C12 | C13 pt 1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Twelve is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending (fix-it-fic if you will), fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 9 K Word Count

Chapter warnings | Harsh language, swearing, heavy makeout, angst.

Authors Note | Forever grateful for you patience, I truly hope you enjoyed it, I cancelled my plans today (I told work to screw themselves because writing is what makes me happy and I was neglecting that) to finally get the posts out. Thankyou all my loves for reading x

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Thankyou, P. x 🌿

Y/N | March 1986 

“Come on.” I groaned into my fist, tearing strips of skin away from my bleeding nails beds with my teeth as the still trees skirted past my window at an agonizingly slow pace, watching the wide wings of the Eagle sinking into the blinding sunset. My thoughts flashed to a matching bird that adorned the cover of a book I had seen Eddie’s uncle read a hundred times over.  

“Can you pick it up a bit Steve?” I snapped, turning back towards the driver’s seat as Robin chattered away nervously next to him. Dustin was pinned between Max and I in the back, his twitching knee sending shaky vibrations throughout my whole body. Steve’s brown eyes flashed up in the rear-view mirror with a storm brewing behind them. 

“Oh forgive me y/n if I’m not racing towards a fugitive wanted for murder possibly hiding in a big all time dealers house.” His face reddened as he ran out of breath, ripping his gaze away from mine as I stared back angrily at him, but to his credit he did push the accelerator down a few inches.

“He’s not a murderer Steve!” Spit flew from Dustin’s mouth as he leant up between the front seats. 

I cut off their arguing as I recognized the turn off to Holland road. “Turn down here!.” I gasped for breath as the sharp swing of the steering wheel sent me flying into Dustin and Max, jamming them against the door. The packed forest gave way to the slim opening of the concealed road as the cracked asphalt turned to dirt, flicking up little rocks beneath the car. 

“Slow down.” I breathed, squishing Dustin as I pushed off of him to sit back up. 

“Oh now you want me to go slow.” Steve snapped as his headlights cut through the quickly falling darkness, illuminating the aged brown panelling of Reefer Ricks house as it came into view at the end of the way. My breathing turned harsh as my thoughts fell to the last time I’d been here. 

“Well if Eddie is hiding here, we don’t exactly want to go in all guns blazing and scare him off.” Robin strained against her seatbelt as Steve hit his breaks and shot her a frustrated look. 

“Stop here.” I interrupted, unclicking my belt and reaching for the door handle. 

“Wait.” As my fingers curled around the cool metal, Steve’s hands shot out to push down the lock on his own door, trapping us all in as a snapping noise surrounded around the car. 

“What the hell Steve?” I yelled, pushing against my door hopelessly as I sent him a betrayed scowl. 

“Considering everything we’ve been through – can we just be cautious please?” He sighed and banged his hands against the steering wheel, peering out through the windshield towards the rundown house in front of us. Dirt, dust and dead leaves littered the front porch like it had been untouched for a long time, likely since its owner was sitting in a cold jail cell.  

Darkness flooded into our seats as he killed the engine and switched the lights off, the only sound was the gentle waves of the lake lapping at the shore and our mixed breaths of anxiety swirling together in the silence as I fumed in my seat. 

“Stuff this.” Dustin grumbled after a still moment, I yelled out in surprise and anger as he reached out to roll down my window and launched himself through it, trampling my knees as he pushed off against them to struggle through the slightly too small opening. 

“Hey! Don’t do that – Jesus Christ.” Steve panicked and fumbled quickly with the lock as I leant up to follow suit after my brother, checking that the ground was clear after he landed with a loud and painful thud beneath the window, before I pulled myself through it. 

“Just use the damn doors.” Steve sighed and rolled his eyes as I had my arms halfway through it, throwing himself out his side of the car as Robin turned in her seat to shoot me an amused smile. 

“Eddieeeeeeee.” Dustin took off tearing towards the stairs of the main house, sending up clouds of dust as his sneakers slapped loudly against the gravel, leaving us to speed up after him as he disappeared into the dark. 

“Here – flashlights.” Robin whispered, sliding up next to me and pressing the cold metal into my palm, tossing a matching one towards Steve as he clapped and held his hands out. 

“This is where you got your drugs from y/n? Pretty creepy…” Steve’s voiced carried out across the wind as Max shot us a concerning look, huddling closer to us as the screech of a hidden bird made her jump out of her skin. I pushed on the button at the bottom of the flashlight, blinding beams of light swept across the grey dirt beneath our feet as we side stepped out of the way of sharp rocks and uneven ground. 

“You must have really hated Eddie to go to Reefer Rick.” Robin side eyed me, caressing me out the shell I’d curled into with each step that brought us closer to the house. I couldn’t tell which option made me sicker, finding Eddie and facing him for the first time since what happened between us on the field, or not at all, and someone else with entirely other – sinister – intentions finding him instead.

“Must have.” I shrugged, pressing my lips together and scanning my light over the disturbing trees that lined the side of the house, sending menacing shadows across the empty road. Dustin’s heavy footsteps echoed into the night as he mounted the stairs, Steve sighed and ran ahead of us to keep up with him. 

The crossed beams of our lights shone into the darkened house through the dirty glass panes of the front door as we bunched close together behind Dustin on the deck, the rest of us swung our heads around to keep an eye out as he reached for the doorbell. 

The high-pitched shriek sent a tingle up my spine as we waited for a sign of movement inside, when we were met with complete tranquillity we all let out a collective sigh as Dustin reached up to bash his finger into the buzzer again. 

“Okay, well that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve waved his hand as Dustin mashed down the doorbell in quick succession, giving up and banging his fist against the wooden door frame. 

“Eddie it’s Dustin!” I reached forward to pinch at his arm as his voice reverberated into the empty night, shaking my head as he brushed me off. 

I exchanged a frustrated look with Robin with the same thought behind our eyes. Subtle 

“Great.” Steve murmured, holding his flashlight higher as he shone it over his head.

“Look we just wanna talk okay?” Dustin yelled out, banging his fist against the withering door. 

“No cops, I swear. We just wanna help.” He wrapped his hand around the nob and rattled loudly. 

“Dustin shut up!” I hissed, swinging my head back and forth as the others looked queasy. “You’re going to bring anyone in a ten-mile radius straight for us.” I turned my back on him and made my way across the weathered floorboards towards the front room window, peaking through the open blinds. 

“I thought you cared about him; don’t you want to find him?” Dustin’s words, spat at me with an angry look on his face, brought me up short. I realised he probably had no idea what had happened between me and Eddie, and even though the truth was, was that I was barely hanging on by a thread, the thousand painful images of him in dangerous predicaments sent stabs of agony through my core. But the neutral expression that was exerting all my effort to keep in place, and my tight lips that kept me from crying or screaming – or both, probably made me look awfully blasé about the situation. 

I shot Max a probing look as she leant against the banister, but she just gave me a slight shake of her head before turning back to look at Dustin’s quivering frame. 

“Of course I do.” I whispered; half my words drowned out from the sudden gust of wind the rifled my hair around me face. He ignored me entirely and spun back around to the door. 

“EDDIE!” He slammed his hand back against the glass pane, making it rattle dangerously before reaching for the bell. 

“Shh.” Robin and Max’s flashlights trailed after me as they followed my footsteps, staring into the messy room as our lights reflected off empty beer bottles strewn across the tabletop. 

“RICK.” He rung the doorbell for what felt like a thousand more times. 

“REEFER RICK” Dustin switched back to banging with his fist as I jumped down from his deck lightly, stumbling as Max landed with a thud beside me. 

“Don’t scream that.” Steve sighed, pushing him away from the door. 

“He’s not there.” His tone softened as he stared down at Dustin. 

“He could just be really high.” He argued back, ducking his head to peer in through the cleaner glass panels.

“Is that a foot?” Steve’s voice rose with panic and disgust. 

“No it’s a shoe.” Dustin shot back, laughing lightly at Steve’s expense. 

I turned away from Max to face them, shining my light across them as they raised their hands to protect their eyes. “He’s not there, he’s in jail.” 

“And you just let Dustin scream like that knowing this Reefer dude isn’t even here?” Steve dropped his hand, anger clouding his face as he glowered at me. 

“Rick wasn’t the one I was hoping for.” Overwhelming sadness tugged at my heart, rendering me speechless as the pain almost had me doubling over. 

“Okay. So Eddie’s not here –“ He continued, not noticing my ache as I spun away from the group and wrapped my arms around my chest, smothering the beam of my flashlight in the crook of my elbow. 

“Hey guys!” Max’s voice rung out, loud and urgent. Steve fell silent as we all shuffled over to see what she had her light pointing at. There, nestled behind the swaying trees, was a boat house resting against the water’s edge. 

Steve and Robin barely had time to share a worried look before my legs took off running of their own accord, speeding down the dangerous slope and across the ground, dislodging loose rocks that caused Dustin to trip as he followed close behind me. A cold wave of realisation washed over me as I halted to a stop, pausing at the open doorway of the shed as an off smell floated through it. 

My heart stopped for a second before I forced myself to banish the evil thoughts away, Eddie was alive and well until I saw with my own eyes that he wasn’t. I was purged back in darkness as I let my flashlight fall to my side, catching my breath as the others caught up to me, their rushed footsteps thundering to my side where I stood shaking. 

I looked up to meet Steve’s eyes as he wrapped his hand around my wrist, holding me in place as his chest heaved from being out of breath. 

“Just – wait. Always in a Goddamn rush.” He breathed, placing his hands on his knees as he leaned forward. We all looked at the whiteish panelling softly glowing in the new moonlight that filtered down through the crowds, faltering as the door swung back slightly in the wind, exposing a pitch black beyond it. 

“Well?” Dustin gulped, turning expectantly towards Steve.

“Why the hell do I have to go in first?” He snapped back, standing up straight and placing his hands on his hips. 

“Oh my god.” Robin retorted, reaching out to push the door open further, holding her flashlight to her chest as she poked her head through it, I quickly stepped up to follow her in, Dustin practically stepping on my heels in his haste as he headed in after us – Steve bringing up the rear. 

“Hello? Is anyone home?” If my nerves weren’t practically on fire, I would have laughed at Robin, but I kept quiet as we all filed in silently after her, the aged floorboards creaking under our weight as we swung the flashlights across the room.  

“What a dump.” Steve clicked his light off as he reached for an oar leaning up against the wall as Dustin passed by him, taking off with the others as we spilt to search separately. 

I walked after Robin as we made our way across the other side of the room, I slowed as she and Max picked up empty pieces of food wrappers of the grainy workbench. Everyone jumped in fright as a loud smack and crinkle of fabric boomed off the walls, I spun back to see Steve prodding the tarp carelessly draped over the small fishing boat that was suspended on the middle of the room. 

“What are you doing?” Dustin whisper-yelled in surprise at him as I stared at him in shock, Steve glanced up to meet our stunned stares as he shrugged his shoulders. 

“What are you doing?” He demanded again, his voice a little surer as Steve made several more stabs at the lumpy piles under the tarp. 

“He might be in here.” He grunted, I grinded my teeth together angrily as confusion swept between us over which ‘he’ he was referring to. 

“So take the tarp off.” Dustin waved his hand between them madly as he glared as Steve. 

“If you’re so brave you take the tarp off.” He shot back angrily. 

“Hey, look over here.” I swivelled to face Max as she gestured towards the half-eaten candy bars and beer bottles, I froze in place as I joined her. Just slightly, almost barely even there – if I hadn’t been waking up to the scent for the past three months, I wouldn’t have even noticed – but under the stench of rotting fish and growing mould, was a hint of Eddie’s cologne. 

“Someone was here.” Max’s beam shone across the bench.

“Maybe he heard us, got spooked and ran?” Robins voice jolted me out of my trance as I spun around to face the guys. 

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin’s face contorted in a half smile half grimace, my yell of warning stuck in my throat as Steve raised his makeshift weapon back towards his shoulder, angle towards the suspicious lump under the tarp. 

“Ahh I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slightest –“ My yell of warning turned into a scream as Max stumbled back into me and Dustin yelled out across the room. 

It was hard to tell who was who and if it was Max or Robin standing on my foot and digging their sharp nails into my arm, or if it was my hair or someone’s else blurring my vision. In the mass of confusion and combined screams, I watched through the curtain of hair in my face, a large dark shadow spur from the depths of the boat and tackle Steve out of sight. The chains that suspended the boat rattled loudly as he screamed out. 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Steve’s voice was smacked out of him in a rush of breath as he was pinned against the wall. My stomach dropped in a mixture of nerves and almost giddy excitement as the familiar outline of the Eddie’s vest reflected in the moonlight. 

“WOAH WOAH WOAH.” The beams of our flashlights swung around the room madly, illuminating pieces of a terrifying puzzle that didn’t make sense. Robin tripped as I shoved her out of my way to race them around to the other side, scrambling to reach him before the fragments of the image in front of me really came into focus. Steve was frozen against the exposed metal sheets of the wall, pure fear clouding his face as the veins of his neck strained away from the broken beer bottle held to the thin skin under his jaw. 

“Eddie, EDDIE! STOP.” Dustin’s arm slammed out against my chest and knocked my breath away, shoving me back into the unsuspecting arms of Robin and Max as they caught up with me. 

“Eddie.” Dustin’s voice was low and careful, like he was dealing with a startled animal as I struggled beside him. Max had her hand clenched around the tail of my jacket as I thrashed against her, not caring about Steve whimpering under the threat of the exposed sharp glass, just needing to get to him. All I could see, all I cared about was that Eddie was here. Living and breathing just mere inches out of my grasp, I needed to hold him, to be able to reach out and touch him to make sure he was really here. 

But that’s when I looked at Eddie and really saw him. His hair was wild, plastered to his forehead in sweat and swinging madly around his chin because he was shaking from head to toe, his eyes pinned to Steve’s face like. He didn‘t recognise him, or any of us. If Steve looked scared, Eddie was downright prettified, like we were monsters. My still heart beat once, and then clenched painfully as the possibilities of what could have possibly had Eddie so terrified, flashed through my mind. 

I’d failed, whatever new cursed happenings were befouling our town again, had Eddie clutched in the depths of its claws. I hadn’t kept him safe, and a gnawing sense of gloom in the pit of my stomach, told me I was the reason it had captured him in the first place. 

“Edward.” I whispered, hanging off Dustin’s arm as my knees shook, Steve gasped out a cry of pain as the broken bottle dug in deeper and Eddie’s eyes flashed to mine. I buckled completely at the look in them as our gazes met, there wasn’t a trace of the love and adoration I’d woken up to most days, there wasn’t even any of the disbelieving pain that filled his eyes with tears when I lied to him on the field yesterday. 

Only pure, unyielding rage and fear stared back at me from the depths of his now black eyes, narrowed in suspicion as he either refused to or didn’t recognise me. 

“It’s us.” Dustin pleaded, holding his hand out in front of him slowly as I stopped struggling beside him. 

“It’s Dustin, and Steve.” He probed further, taking a step towards them as Eddie’s shaking eased up. 

“He’s not gonna hurt you, right Steve?” Robin slid her hand into mine and squeezed as our eyes locked on the pair of them. 

“Right, yeah.” Steve nodded as much as he could without risking further injury, glancing over to us in panic as we hesitated. 

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin suggested, it clattered to the ground beside us with a resounding crack, the muscles in Eddie’s arm tensed as he dug the bottle in further, drawing a dark dribble of blood that curled down the curve of Steve’s neck. 

“He’s cool! He’s cool.” Dustin yelled out, half to us because Robin tensed to charge forward at the look of pain on Steve’s face. 

 “I’m cool man, I’m cool.” Steve agreed, panting heavily. 

“What are y’doing here?” Hearing him finally speak caressed my burning soul, even laced in anguish and disbelief, he still sounded like Eddie. 

Like my Eddie. 

“We’re looking for you.” I trembled, reaching out and curling my fingers hopelessly in the empty air in front of us as Eddie refused to meet my gaze, tightening his lips at Steve as he held back tears. 

“We’re here to help.” Robin encouraged, her grip around my hand turning vice like as I wobbled dangerously. 

“Eddie, we’re your friends.” Dustin pleaded, his voice cracking. 

“You know Robin, and you know Max, and y/n-“ Dustin stopped as Eddie’s glassy eyes shot back at me, the hardness in them softened as he slowly ran his gaze up and down my frame, going wide like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

 “Eddie, we’re on your side.” Dustin promised, my throat tightened as the need to speak up overwhelmed me, but I let my brother take the lead. 

“I swear on our mother,” Dustin snapped to look at Max, Robin and I huddled half behind him to get us to agree. “Right guys?” 

“Yes, yes we swear.” Max narrowed her eyes in earnest.

“Yeah, on Mrs Henderson.” Robin breathed, swivelling her eyes back and forth from where Eddie still had Steve pinned tightly against the wall. 

“Yeah Dustin’s… Dustin’s mother.” Steve gasped for air as his grip loosened and Robin shot forward to catch him as he slid down the wall, his hands flying up to cup his throat as the others went to check on him. I’m sure I’d feel bad about it later, but I only had eyes for Eddie,   

 “Eddie, we just want to talk.” Dustin followed him as he crumbled against the far wall, sinking down onto a crate as he began to shake madly. 

“We want to know what happened?” Eddie flinched at the sound of my voice, closing his eyes as I crouched down beside him, he recoiled but then relented as I reached out to wrap my fingers around his wrist to steal the broken bottle from him, the others breathed a sigh of relief and moved in closer around us as I passed the weapon back to Dustin. 

 “You won’t believe me.” Eddie’s whimper caused his pain to feel like my own and I moved to grip his hand in both of mine, his lip trembled as he met my stare, running his eyes over my face as I soaked up the scratches and light bruises across his cheekbones. I tightened my hold on him so hard my own hands began to shake. 

“I will.” I promised. In the moonlight that glowed softly through the open space of the back wall, the ring that Eddie had given me glinted on his pinkie. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying, reaching out to twist it along the length of his finger. He glanced down at me as my skin brushed his, a thousand unsaid words flashing between us the memories of yesterday reared its ugly head, accusations and confusion reflected in his gaze while apologies and admissions flared in mine.

Eddie | March 1986

“Her body just liked, lifted up into the air and, uh, she just like hung there. In the air. And her bones… Uh, she… Her bones, started to snap. Her eyes, man. It was like there was something, inside her head, pulling. I didn’t know what to do, so I… Ran.” I hunched over and pressed my hand against my head, digging my fingertips deep into my skin like I could pull the images through my skull to throw them away. 

“You think I’m crazy right?” All of their faces stared down at me in what had to be shock and scepticism. I was the one saying it and I still didn’t believe it.   

“No we don’t think you’re crazy at all.” Dustin sounded so sincere, I almost believed him for a moment. 

“Don’t bullshit me man, I know how this sounds.” My voice rose to an unattractive shrill as my thin veil of patience snapped and the panic seeped through, the sounds of what I described echoed in my mind as I dug my nails into my head, trying to rip them away. 

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max’s fierce face shone with truth as she scowled at me, almost endearingly as my violent words hung in the air between us all. I’d paused for a moment to wait for the screaming, for the accusations and disbelief but they’d just stared back at me with shared expressions of timid worry – like they’d been expecting bad news for a while and here I was handing it to them on a silver platter. This entire thing had to be some cruel nightmare, or maybe or bad trip because there was no way they’d barely had any reaction to me admitting to being a witness to a brutal supernatural murder. 

“I believe you.” Her words sent an unwelcome thrill through me, and I was slow to look back at her where y/n crouched beside me because I didn’t want to feel the things I knew I would, that I wasn’t allowed to anymore after what happened on the field. Because even here, under the looming threat of evil killer forces and angry towns people out for my head for a crime I didn’t commit, seeing her still made me heart clench and my stomach twist excitedly. My gaze travelled to her lips as they trembled and she ran her tongue over them, sending a jolt of desire through me that I tried to ignore. She shrunk under my unblinking stare as I met her eyes. 

I’d been right, she believed that I wasn’t the one to hurt Chrissy, and had come looking for me, or maybe Dustin had dragged her along with him. Either way, her face shone with blinding truth, urging me to open up to her and trust that she meant what she said. As much as every fibre of my being yearned to rip her up into my arms and into melt into her with gratitude for not giving up on me yet, her cold and cruel words that broke and shattered my heart yesterday resounded in my ears , undermining everything she was telling me and showing me now. 

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little … difficult to take.” Dustin broke the silence between us as the heaviness between our gazes began to suffocate me. Y/n shot up from her position and dropped my hand, turning on little Henderson as black rage filled her features, a warning burning in her eyes. 

‘Okay.” I dragged out, doubting there was anything he could say that could top the events of my last twenty-four hours, and noticing the uncomfortable glances that the others shot each other as he leaned towards me eagerly. 

“Dustin… Don’t.” Y/n snapped, advancing on him and trying to block me from view. Robin’s face grew alarmed as Steve moved forward, placing a hand on Dustin’s shoulder as y/n shot him a betrayed look. 

“You know how people say Hawkins is… Cursed?” Dustin leaned around her to stare me down, ignoring her as she snapped at him to stop, turning on the others with a furious scowl as they murmured agreements that Dustin was right to tell me ‘it’. 

“Dustin, stop.” She warned, clenching her fists by her sides as the hairs on the back of her neck raised. 

“They’re not, way off.” Dustin’s mouth turned down as he shot his sister an apologetic look, keeping his eyes trained on her as she stormed away from us and reached up to tangle her hands in her hair, a quite sob drifted through the air as she turned her back. Dustin’s gaze, as was the others, was full of turmoil and pity as he looked back to me. 

Even without my wristwatch I knew what time it was, I was stiff and sore from sitting in the same position by the opening in the wall all night, watching the moon dance across the sky and now the blinding sun take its place, the glittering water of the lake turning from a deep dark blue into a dazzling sister of the sky above it. 

The warm breeze that floated through and rifled my loose hair around my chin, also swirled around y/n’s exposed skin. I glanced over at her sleeping form in the gently swaying boat, she had taken off her jacket and rolled it up as a makeshift pillow that she’d tucked under her head and the gritty tarp was resting around her waist. She’d drifted off around three or four, after a deep silence filled the charged space between us as our stiff words trailed off into the dark night. 

Dustin’s implausible story had been playing on repeat all night, jolting me awake whenever I was lucky enough to nab a few seconds of slumber. I couldn’t believe him, the words tumbling from his mouth belonged in one of our DnD campaigns, not real life. Not our lives, we lived in boring old judgmental Hawkins, things like this didn’t happen here. Except apparently they had, because y/n and the others didn’t counter what little Henderson was saying, they only spoke up to add details as they offered up a different, darker, sinister retelling of the past few years.  

“There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins, sometimes, it bleeds into ours.” 

“Like ghosts and shit?”  

“A curse.”

“Vecna’s curse.”  

“An undead creature of great power.” 

It was enough to mind fuck me for the rest of my miserable life, as short as it might be, but it was what y/n had talked about once the others left that had kept me on edge as I watched the morning sunshine crawl slowly across her. The group had agreed that someone should stay with me and after one look at her face after Dustin told me the truth, no one had tried to argue with her when she offered to be the one. 

Henderson tripled checked the lock on the door as she slid it closed behind the others, pocketing the walkie Dustin had left her as they muttered goodbyes and promised to be back at dawn. I watched her stalk past the front windows as she pointedly avoided my gaze, busying herself with the rusted locks on the glass panes. 

“So… upside down hey?” She flinched slightly as my voice cut through the heavy silence, her eyes were guarded as she slowly turned to face where I sat in the middle of the swaying boat, twisting my rings as the moonlight reflected off of them. I sounded a hell of a lot calmer and confident than I felt, and her eyes searched my face like she was thinking the same thing.

“…Yeah. It’s a lot to take in. I know.” She fiddled with the hem of her jacket as she stood awkwardly ridged, glancing away quickly whenever our eyes met. She looked the same as she had yesterday, just completely sober and with darker circles under her eyes. But it was like I was looking at a completely different person. 

“You didn’t tell me.” I accused, anger flowing through me as the realisation came crashing down all at once. A tingling heat danced across my skin as she met my gaze with a scathing stare. 

“What was I supposed to say Eddie? It’s not exactly first date material.” She scoffed, pacing across the flooring as she clenched her fists menacingly, as angry as I was I couldn’t deny how cute she looked when she was mad. 

“I don’t even know who you are.” The truth of the words broke my heart as they stumbled from my lips, and from the look on her face as she froze in place and swivelled her eyes up to meet mine, they stung her just as bad. 

“Me? I thought I knew you.” She spat the words at me as her chest heaved, stomping a few steps towards me glared down at me. The words flowed from her like a broken dam as she tripped over some of them twisting on her tongue. 

“Like I get that you saw me with Jason and you don’t know why you don’t know anything I mean Dustin told you some things but not everything because I haven’t even told them everything so you don’t understand the whole story and I wasn’t doing it to hurt you I swear but I had to keep you safe so I said those thing things I didn’t mean and oh god they fucking hurt me to Eddie but you had no idea what I was trying to keep you safe from and it didn’t even work because look at what’s happened now but that’s why I tried to stay away from you in the beginning but I fucking couldn’t and I know I said it wasn’t but I thought what we had was real…” 

Her shoulders slouched as the words wrapped in honey sprang forth, I sat still, shocked for a moment as their meaning washed over me. It took me a second to wrap my head around it and my heart barely had time to beat alive again before she threw another curve ball at me. 

“I saw you with her… with Chrissy.” How well I knew y/n, because under the pain and anguish the filled her face as she brought up the traumatic event that now involved both of us, undoubtedly affecting if not ruining the rest of our lives, I could still see the jealousy beneath the surface.

“It was drugs y/n.” 

“What?” 

“Drugs, she wanted something stronger than weed. And I… I never would have done it, but I wanted to get back at Jason… for y’know.” 

“Nothing happened between me and Jason. They found me after I ran out of class, and I was destructing. What Dustin said to you, about the fire… and how it wasn’t actually a fire that killed Billy and the others. It haunts me Eddie. Billy wouldn’t have been flayed or dead if it wasn’t for me and after… I dreamed that I was the flesh monster and I killed Billy… and I liked it – in my dream. It feels so fucking real, I can hear his bones snapping apart and feel his blood dripping down my arms and hear everyone’s screams. I don’t know why it happens, when we tried to save Billy the monster sliced me.” She reached down to tear the end of her shirt up her stomach as she pushed down on her pant line, turning to the side so I could see the jagged, red scar again. 

“I thought that some part of the monster buried itself within me and changed me – poisoned me - or maybe I’m some sick psycho, and then after a while I started dreaming of a flayed version of me, and she turned grotesque and messed up, I don’t know. I couldn’t sleep, like at all. I was literally going crazy, and I started seeing this shit in real life, that’s why I started smoking weed. Everything felt so fucking real, and then the headaches started… I killed Billy every night in my dreams Eddie, and after a while… 

…He turned into you. I couldn’t be the reason you died or got hurt Eddie. Just imagining it was enough to drive me crazy, if it actually happened, I had to do – say- something to keep you away, I am so fucking sorry for what I said. None of it was true Eddie, I-“ Her frame relaxed in defeat as she spoke, dropping her eyes from mine like she was expecting me to react in disgust. 

“I’ve made many mistakes, so many that I have to fix for the rest of my life. But you Eddie, are not one of them.” 

The boat swung manically, and the chains rattled off the wall as I sprung up and jumped down onto the creaking floorboards, given that I was probably wanted and being hunted for murder at that very moment, and everything I’d seen and heard in the last twenty-four hours made absolutely no fucking sense, I shouldn’t have been thinking about kissing her. 

But y/n was the person I loved more than anything on the planet, no matter what she said or did to push me away, she’d have to tie me to the heaviest boulder at the bottom of the deepest ocean to keep me away. But I all knew was that she was in pain, and it was all I needed to know, but it was my responsibility to protect her from everything. Ironic since she was the one sitting in a drug dealers boat house trying to save me. 

It didn’t matter what my excuse was because I needed her back in my arms where she belonged and never should have left. The wounds her words on the field had created, screamed in joy as the feeling of her wrapping herself around me as I swept her up and pinned her against the wall, lapped at the festering sores healingly. 

The stale smell of our sweat mixed together but it was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever inhaled as I buried my face against her skin, pressing my lips against anything and everything I could get to. Y/n tightened her legs around my waist, and she tilted her head back, crying out my name as tears sprung to my eyes. 

Fuck, I needed her. 

More than I needed air to breath, my mouth travelled along the soft curve of her neck as she twisted her hands in my hair and my hands tightened on her hips, helping her grind down against me as I moaned into her collar bone. She tugged my head up as her lips searched for mine, moulding to them as we devoured each other. I had never cried from happiness, but the tears swelled over my cheekbones as I crushed y/n to me. I was finally home now, she was home, and no matter how fucked my life got – and it was pretty fucked right now – if I had her, I’d be okay. 

The crackle of static from her pocket made us both jump apart in fright, spurring towards the window before we realised it was just the walkie talkie, I let her down to the ground so she could reach for it, but I kept my arms around her waist and my eyes on hers as she brought it between us. 

‘Stay safe out there tonight guys, we’ll be back as soon as possible. And we’ll figure this out, we always do. Over and out.” Little Henderson’s optimistic voice signed off as silence surrounded us again, we stayed locked in each other’s embrace before y/n reached up with a steady hand to wipe away the fallen tear that betrayed me. 

“It’s going to be okay; I’m going to get you out of this.” Her angelic face moved towards mine purposefully and softly to place one lasting sweet kiss against my lips, when she pulled back her own eyes were glistening with unshed tears as her lips trembled around unsaid words as she stared at me like it was the last time.

 Y/N | March 1986

I sprung up in a panic as Eddie launched himself across the room, crouching behind the dirty window as he peered out into the empty forest beyond. 

“What is it?” I whispered, sitting up further and letting the tarp pool around my waist. His rings strained against his knuckles as he gripped the windowsill, turning to look at me with fresh fear in his face. 

We both jumped a foot high as the door swung open with a loud bang, I let out a frightened scream as Eddie held up his sharp beer bottle that I thought I’d hidden. 

“Jesus.” Eddie let out an annoyed sigh of relief as Max, Robin, Dustin and Steve all sauntered through the door, sheepish grins on their faces all still dressed in yesterday’s clothes. Steve gave us an offhand half wave but I could see the relief under his face that we were still here, and seemingly okay. Robins wicked smile grew as her eyes flicked back and forth between Eddie and I, his crumpled jacket in my hands. 

“Delivery service.” Dustin grinned, holding up a bag of food that surely didn���t hold any nutritional value, I groaned internally as I thought about how nice a hot shower and my bed would be right about now. Eddie let the bottle clatter to the ground with a smash as he lit up and swiped the bag from his hand, jumping down into the boat across from me as I sat up and crossed my legs, pushing my nest of hair back from my face as they others drew up chairs and made themselves comfortable. 

“So we got uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?” Dustin asked as Eddie shoved his hand into a box of honeycomb cereal, shoving a fistful of the food into his mouth before his eyes flicked up to me and he held it out with a half-smile, I returned it with a tired smile of my own and grabbed a handful, bringing it to my lips one piece at a time as I listened. 

“Bad news first, always.” Eddie grumbled through a mouthful of food as he reached to take a swig of his yoo-hoo. 

“Alright bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebo, and they’re definitely looking for you.” I let the cereal tumble through my fingertips as Dustin confirmed what I already knew, but it hadn’t made it easier hearing it out loud. The ghost of Eddie’s smile dropped from his face as his gazed lowered slowly to mine. 

“Also they’re uh, pretty sure you killed Chrissy.” Dustin cringed over the words as my stomach shrunk.  

“Like a hundred percent kind of convinced.” Max butted in before anyone could react. Silence fell between us as whatever slim veil of hope we’d vainly been holding onto, vanished up in smoke and despair filled the air around us. 

“And the good news?” Eddie scoffed, rubbing the knee of his threadbare jeans.  

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But if we found out about you, then it’s only a matter of time before others do to. And once that gets out everyone and their shallow minded mother will be gunning for you… and anyone close to you” Robins eyes rested on me, worry raging in them. Eddie voiced my thoughts before I could.  

“Hunt the freak right?” Eddie had his eyes locked on me as rage filled me, I wouldn’t let anyone touch a single hair on his head, I could see the anger in the lines of my face reflected in his wide-doe eyes. 

“Exactly.” Robin agreed.  

“Shit.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he hung his head. 

“Robin.” I snapped, shaking my head at her. The outlook of our situation was pretty bleak, but I didn’t need her feeding into Eddie’s fears. 

“So before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him and prove your innocence.” Steve nodded alongside  Dustin as shrugged his shoulders like he was talking about taking a stroll in a park. 

Eddie wasn’t so easily fooled. “That’s all Dustin? That’s all?” 

“Yeah no, that’s pretty much it.” He shot back. 

“Listen Eddie, I know everything Dustin’s saying sounds totally delusional, but I’m sure y/n told you some stuff last night. We have actually gone through this kinda thing before-“ Eddie cut Robin off as he chewed on his cheek, turning back to look at me as I picked at my raw nail beds. 

“Yeah, y/n filled me in. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” Eddie gulped and didn’t look convinced at Robin’s reassurance, she glanced at me for back up, I planned on doing everything it took to save Eddie – even if it meant my own life-  but I wasn’t going to lie to him. 

“Well, bottom line is, collectively… I feel like we’ve got this.” Robin smiled and gave a satisfied shake of her head as everyone else spoke up over each other. 

“Theres nothing to worry about.” Dustin waved his hands to get Eddie’s attention as his eyes flung back and forth between Steve, Max and Robin arguing over Demogorgon’s and Russians. Steve scoffed in agreement as Eddie shot them both disbelievingly looks. 

My blood ran cold, and everyone froze for a split second as the inclosing sound of police sirens blared fast and loud before everyone sprang into action. 

“Shit.” Steve muttered, leaning up from the wooden support beam and turning towards the door. 

“Tarp, tarp tarp.” Robin reached down and hastily threw the blue fabric over my back as Eddie launched across the space between us, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me down with him as I quickly spread the tarp out over both of us. 

The sirens blared closer until they quickly passed, speeding off as the sound died in the distance. Steve let out a deep breath and turned back to us, tugging the tarp down to tell us it was all clear. 

“Here, we’re gonna go check that out. Keep the walkie on you, we’ll be in touch. Just – stay here.” He picked up the walkie and tossed it into the boat where it landed against the seat with a clang, swiping his keys and waving his hand for the others to follow. 

“Y/n?” Robin called, turning back when she noticed I made no move to follow them, she raised her brows at me but after a quick glance at Eddie’s face, I knew I couldn’t leave. I doubted I’d even be able to, the thought of not being able to see him so I knew he was alright, choked me. If we were separated I would spend the entire time being worried sick that he’d been found or something worse had happened, plus we didn’t know the whole story about the Vecna thing and if it came after Eddie again, I couldn’t bare to let him face it alone. 

“You’re gonna stay?” Eddie asked shocked as I shook my head at Robin. 

“Always.” I promised, and this time, I meant it. 

It had been hours, more than hours. Days, well, technically just one but I was starving and dramatic. The others had kept us updated with their every move, radioing through on the walkie every few hours, they’d told us about Fred, running into Nancy and what they’d found about Victor Creel. 

I’d had to pass the walkie to Eddie when they radioed last night to tell us about Max and her symptoms of Vecna’s curse and what it meant, my hands had been shaking so bad I kept pressing all the wrong buttons. Eddie wanted for murder and Max on a death countdown? With the group spread thin and wide, things couldn’t get much worse. They were on Max watch, and hadn’t checked in in a few hours, but it was well past dawn now and I was getting angsty, Eddie as usual, was trying to keep me distracted. 

“So… have you thought about where you want to visit first? I mean, once we’re out of this mess.” He was standing at the edge of the hole in the floor beneath the boat, dipping his shoe into the water below and swirling creative patterns. He glanced up to grin at me with a lopsided smile, but his face dropped as he watched mine fall. 

“Eddie, I was telling the truth last night when I said that what happened on the field was because I was trying to keep you safe, but… I’m still not good for you, and you need to stay away from me.” My heart clenched horrifically as I watched a spasm of pain cross his features. Water droplets splashed and stained the dry floorboards as he stormed across them to back me into the wall, slamming his hands against it beside my head as he closed in on me. 

“Tell me I’m not stupid.” He begged. 

“You’re not-“ 

“Tell me that you love me.” He demanded; his eyes were fierce as I struggled to breathe. 

Love

“Please tell me I haven’t been imagining this y/n, if you’re telling the truth and you just said that to keep me safe then tell me that I’m not crazy and you love me.” His gaze searched mine as he bent to my level, forcing to look at him. 

“I don’t-“ My voice caught in my throat as a wave of pain threatened to drown me, after what he had already been through, how could I be selfish enough to keep him close to me and in the constant path of danger?

“Please y/n.” His voice had me tittering on the edge. 

“I can’t-.” I tried to fight back but it was no use. 

“Do you love me?” He pleaded, his dark eyes shining as they flashed between mine. 

God, if my love was a grain of sand, there still wouldn’t be enough in all the oceans of the world.

But still, my words failed me. 

I curled over as a wrecking ball of physical pain floored me, a ringing sounded in my ears as my head felt like it was about to blow apart, in a flash Steve’s voiced echoed in my mind about what they’d discovered about Vecna’s curse. The headaches and the visions, it all matched up. But the timeline of it was off, I’d been having them for months, how was I still alive? 

Eddie’s hands gripped my shoulders as I slowly straightened up, his face contorted in a multitude of emotions as he came to the same realisation. His grip tightened as Dustin’s voice crackled through the walkie in a panic. I stood frozen to the spot as Eddie tore away from me briefly to snatch it up. 

Robins quick voice floated through the machine in a frenzy, her words were a blur as my mind spun in a panic and my stomach turned, the words of ‘Victor Creel’ and ‘Music’ broke through my trance as I watched Eddie’s eyes go wide. Dustin’s rapid panicked response shot back through as Eddie raised the walkie to his lips, his eyes locking onto mine as I reached deep into my jacket pocket to pull out the mixtape he’d made me, had it really only been a few days ago? It felt like a lifetime.

I tightened my grip around my lifeline as my entire body shook. 

“DUSTIN! Play Max’s favourite song now.” 

“What?” 

“I DON’T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN! PLAY HER FAVOURITE SONG.”            

I traced soft circles around the pretty patterns Eddie had drawn on the tape as my headache returned ten folds worse and my vision blackened around the edges. 

I was never Eddie’s protector, he was mine. 

Chapter Twelve

Let me know what you thought about this chapter, take care sunflowers 🌻

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[thelemoncoffee]

here they are, the rolling nerds saiouma blog concepts i said i made yesterday

Kokichi User: cunningCapper Bio: "|| Capper's the name, making you irate is my game || He/It/Freak || Moriarty Kinnie, Professional Bear-poker and Wasp-nest Batter, IRL Clown || Sorry I'm a Gemini, I just can't help it || I can speak French between your legs || Plagues on Humanity DNI || Ask my age again and I'll make you the reason Area 51 exists ||"

Inbox names: Askbox - Asky Waskies UwU Submissions - *has this shut off*

His pinned: *his most infamous post* *idk what that would look like* *probably something cursed as fuck*

Blog Theme: -Eyestrain hell -Lots of red (cause i hc that's his favorite color) -He spent money to get one of those PC blog themes that are nearly impossible to navigate -His icon is probably some sorts of eyestrain jester/clown he drew -Banner is a super cursed image he dug up from the depths of hell

Ko's Custom Tags: Reblogs - #Refuck you in the ASS Queue - #Queue Continuum Debate - #Bear Caves and Wasp Nests Not real opinion - #Buddy-buddy with Satan Memes- #Clown to Clown commemeication His Pets - #Munkustrap and The Tapeworms Mutuals - #HORRIBLE BEASTS(affectionate) IRL Friends - #Insane Clown Pussies Boyfriend - #BoyToy Tales Life updates - #The 'I am actually a real person' Tag Asks - #A death threat probably Anons - #The Council of Shades Fanbases - #OwO a fandom wandom? Fave Characters - #Skrungly Gulp Plinko my Blorbo

Kind of posts: -The awful kind -He likes playing devil's advocate so much he has a tag to notify people he doesn't actually believe what he's arguing -The kind of tumblr user that fires the rent lowering shots -Actually a very good debate account despite the insane chaos in his debate unrelated posts -doesn't show his face- not for privacy reasons, but because he likes being seen as less of a human and more of an SCP

Shuichi User: pinetree-feathers Bio: "magpie told me i give off christmas season vibes"

Inbox names: Askbox - mail Submissions - share-a-thing

His pinned: [hello!] ~~~~ >call me pine >*age* >he/him but i'll accept any >half-hispanic japanese >snakes <3 >ppl tell im mean/sassy, i don't know why >this post is tagged with all my custom tags for easy access >*his DNI, whatever that may look like* ~~~~ [don't mind me i'm just a debate kid looking for someone to have discussions with. feel free to start debates with me on posts, but i will stop responding if things don't remain civil, and will block you if you harass me or others on any of my posts] ~~~~

Blog Theme: -Muted colors -Favorite shade of yellow -Either doesn't use a costume PC theme or has a really nice one -Icon rotates between various pieces of fanart he found of his favorite characters. -Banner is a cozy aesthetic picture

Shu's Custom Tags: Reblog - #interacting Debate - #debate corner Memes - #senseble chuckes Pets - #freeloaders Friends and Mutuals - #mi amigos Boyfriend - #mi amor magpie Life Updates - #life story Asks - #pine's mailbox Art - #quill and ink Selfies - #pine photos Aesthetic posts - #scrapbook various Interests - #my media catalog

Kind of posts: -Chill and pleasant kind -He likes to debate but also hates drama, so he only debates on stuff that isn't going to make him have to temporally turn asks off, this results in him sometimes getting into weird and niche debates -Unlike Kokichi he doesn't try to rile people up, so his blog is really peaceful and has a ton of debate unrelated stuff on it that is fun to dig through -He's posts selfies cause he feels much more confident online than he does irl. also he enjoys trying to maintain an aesthetic

it's also worth noting that while they both have tags to talk about each other as lovers and are openly mutuals who frequently debate together, neither have told anyone that they are boyfriends. so no one knows Capper's boyfriend he calls "The Boytoy" that he insisted is an emo deity is actually Pine, and no one knows Pine's beloved "Magpie" who he speaks so highly of is the shitshow king Capper

[merklins]

BPP BPPP delivery! I have the goods, the ideas, the headcanons, the whole package, all wrapped nicely in one reblog just for you. Well, it's not wrapped or neatly organised, but I do have this fancy thing called a (Readmore so I don't flash grenade any note-checkers with my text wall)

Starting on conspiracies because THAT! So so many thoughts about that. For starters, there's a clear division: universes where the band is a real thing and universes where it's not.

Loverboy and The Love Letters has reached such a large audience across the multiverse that I can say with COMPLETE certainty that their content has been leaked, either intentionally or by coincidence, to the universes they stole from. In those universes I think Loverboy and The Love Letters has an online cryptid found footage sort of fanbase. The kinds of fans who are really REALLY invested in this grand mystery and willing to do some crazy things for answers. Just look at it from their perspective: across the internet videos and merchandise keep appearing for a non-existent band that supposedly wrote all of the greatest love songs known to mankind. It would be easy to label as a hoax or conspiracy bait, but people have found live recordings, t-shirts, album covers, the full package. Somewhere, somehow, this band is real and performing. Thankfully, fans and theorists in this universe would have been safe from the dangers of the band. Would have, but it was only a matter of time before someone found out and took up the mantle of "Official Loverboy and The Love Letters Leaker". You know how it goes, it's either a formally titled and decorated account or it's froggyscrimscroms.

On the other hand, we have the universes where Loverboy and The Love Letters is real. The universes where, no questions asked, they alone created and performed dozens, maybe even hundreds, of amazing, unique, and original love songs. The conspiracies in these universes are SO funny to me because despite how crazy it seems, Gordon Freeman, lead singer of the band, really did discover time travel and used it to steal music from other universes. But then the community shuns them because "Wow man no need to make shit up :/ Just say your sad, lonely, and jealous of Loverboy".

CONSPIRACY TALK OVER, BACK TO THE BAND!

Leading Light will SHAMELESSLY rip off people's favorite music directly to their face because it's just that funny. "Congratulations on whatever, have this first edition, one of a kind, printed album of this song I wrote just for you (;" but it's unmistakably the same song they've been listening to for years. He's turned the whole thing into a sick joke within the band, where they'll introduce each other to music they like as "hey look what I wrote". LL keeps doing it because he thinks it's that clever and amusing, Valentine will sarcastically join in just to stop LL from making the same stupid comment about writing their favorite song, and Carrier started saying it unironically, but they all know what he really means. Even though they don't like the joke or the implications of it, Valentine still loves showing off their new favorite songs to Carrier and LL. Why? Well, despite their horrible relationship, passionately jamming out to your favorite songs with your closest friends is a lot of fun! As they'd put it, "Band time is us time and your [] is NOT welcomed at the jam session".

I was going to save this as a punchline to use later, but I'll add it now while I'm already on this tangent. Do you remember when Leading Light complained about Dr. Hypnos not listening to the "no noise past 1 AM" rule? Well, I think he's purely a [] about it, because if he was bored enough Leading Light would ABSOLUTELY make a ruckus up until the last stroke of midnight just to piss people off. "Shut up? Now? Mm. Actually, you're rude and the rules say 1 AM, not 12:30 AM. So, no! Take it up with management (;". Valentine and Carrier are equally annoyed by this, but they both gave up arguing about it so long ago. It's just part of their life now: wake up at late o'clock and roll the dice to find out what stupid thing LL found to do during the latest bout of insomnia. (Fact checked this after I finished typing everything, I was mistaken and Spork was the one with insomnia, but the idea is still the same)

I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT MERCHANDISE? I skipped from fans to music to band life and MISSED the opportunity to talk about their cheap merchandise? Unforgivable, I'M DOING IT NOW!

I genuinely can't decide if their wearable merchandise is the bad kind or the surprisingly well designed and comfortable kind. On one hand, they copy everything else so why bother, but on the other hand it's all about the looks for them! I think they each get a line of their own to do what they want with. There is an official collectable line, where each member of the band has a unique spunky design that piece together with the others, and also one just for fun where they can put whatever they want on a T-shirt or poster. There's a a serious lack of any products with a photo of the three of them, but when you understand what's going on behind the scenes it does make sense. My heart goes out to whatever unfortunate photographer got stuck with them. Thankfully, not all of the sessions went so badly, and they were able to get some nice group photos. To make up for the rest they were able to get an artist to make some official artwork for them! It looks so cool that they all wear and collect their own merch unironically, but Carrier especially. Valentine and Carrier get the most involved with the process of creating the visual art for the band, but LL still helps out by providing a good starting idea, even if it's a little vague or random.

I could probably go on forever talking up little details like these, but I'll end it here for now. I appreciate the invitation to character dump like this, so thank you again for that, Neo!

Neo! I'll have you know that your LL posts from yesterday have me SO inspired. I honestly forgot that Loverboy and The Love Letters was a "real" band somewhere and not just a multiversal sham. I'm imagining it now: knock-off merch, grand concerts, online myths and conspiracies. It's SUCH a fun concept to play with. Thanks for reminding me (:

IM GLAD I for real think about LL so much. LB&TLL is probably the centre of a million online myths, and I bet some get too close to the truth.... probably lucky they have such an efficient virus on their side huh :)

if you have any concepts PLEASE TELL ME im so ill about those beasts

[starilicious]

the bad batch as colors: a headcanon

》 word count: 1010 words

》 a/n: i thought this was a cute idea and i think i may have gone slightly overboard but let's just ignore that. enjoy!

》 misc. notes:

• pls correct me on the chakra if i'm wrong! i'm indian, but i'm not hindu, so there may be some inaccuracies that i didn't catch :)

echo: green 💚

calm and collected

soothing, much like how nature is

green is a survival color, and for two reasons

1) for anyone to survive out in the wilderness, you have to camouflage with your surroundings--hence why green is a common camouflage color

2) echo survived so much and has kept going, just like the soldier he is. he moved forward and regrew, so to speak. mad respect for this man

he also seems to be one of the most balanced members of tbb

not only with his skills, but with his mindset

it's really inspiring tbh

okay this just turned into an echo love letter….. moving on

tech: blue 💙

blue is THE color for technology

aka why it’s perfect for tech!

also calm and collected, like green

blue-colored stars are the hottest stars temperature-wise

and this is relevant because tech is very passionate about whatever topic he talks about, and passion is often correlated to heat!

but blue is also quite soothing and serene--a very constant color, much like what the outside of a ship looks like when you're in hyperspace

tech seems to embody the vishuddha chakra, which is coincidentally blue in color (if i remember my chakras right lol)! this chakra, when balanced, means you feel confident, are great at communicating, and are super creative (to name a few)

when unbalanced, it's difficult to express yourself well, something i think tech often struggles with because of his intelligence

he has so much knowledge he wants to impart on others, but people aren't always willing to listen to him

so he may feel like he needs to limit himself instead of expressing himself

okay that got a bit sad BUT THE POINT IS: tech has his ups and downs and he's working through them like the genius legend that he is

omega: pink 💖

pink usually reminds people of romance, but i think in omega's case, it means something more along the lines of sensitivity and innocence

as a kid, she still has that childish innocence despite growing up with a war raging around and now constantly being on the run

so basically what i'm trying to say is that pink embodies being young, which is exactly what omega is!

she's also pretty sensitive

not just emotionally, but sensitive to her environment as well

she can read the room in so many ways before you can even think to snap your fingers

such an admirable trait

the best part is that she knows that about herself and uses her skillset to her advantage like a queen

wrecker: yellow 💛

alright folks, as we all know, yellow = sunshine and sunshine = wrecker

therefore, by the the only geometric property i remember from my freshman year math class (transitive property), yellow = wrecker

thanks for coming to my TED talk

okay okay, on a much more serious level, yellow is the color for happiness and positivity and kindness, all of which wrecker is extremely attuned to

much like omega, he can read the room very well, probably better than omega can honestly

i'm convinced it's his superpower

it's such a warm color, just like his personality

slightly unrelated but wrecker is an actual heater, and therefore a soft, warm marshmallow–i don't make the rules

(wrecker is basically star wars baymax)

even though he’s the macho man of tbb and can get pretty physical, wrecker is quite mindful of himself and how what people can say/do affects others

he is so emotionally intelligent that it HURTS honestly

yellow people also give the best hugs

hunter: red ❤️

red is a power color, which is very important quality to have in a leader

going along with the theme of power, it’s quite a bold and confident color too

this definitely embodies hunter’s capabilities since he is willing to lead his squad through risky missions and come out victorious without any doubts

unrelated, but i just realized his bandana is red

(i shall let you draw your own conclusions about that)

even though red is known for being very bright and almost in your face, i feel like there’s something subdued about it, especially when it comes to deeper reds

there’s a quiet sort of familiarity, something that can ground people easily

so for example, in high stress situations, hunter can pull everyone back together and recenter them easily because it comes to him so naturally

it’s just another reason out of a bajillion as to why hunter is such a masterful leader!

crosshair: purple 💜

crosshair is a very subtle guy

he has a muted and dignified kind of confidence to him, kind of similar to hunter

i would argue that cross is not black as much as he is purple because of the fearlessly mysterious aura he carries–it’s not dark and brooding, like the way a black mystery would be

you can never tell what’s going through his head, what his next move will be–this feeds into the mystery

purple is also a very protective color

crosshair certainly gives off protective vibes, especially when it comes to tech in my opinion

(i imagine tech got bullied a lot for his intelligence/his manner of constantly speaking, so cross would make sure he could protect him because he really cares about his brother and wants him to feel safe)

regardless, he would do anything for his family...i know he’s fighting against that stupid biochip as hard as he can (there’s a reason his sharp shots are always missing his brothers by a hair and serving as “warning shots”)

he’s extremely strong in that sense–the fact that he is constantly at war with the soldier inside him goes to show that he has the strength to sacrifice anything to keep his family safe

if anything, it’s a terribly noble act

and in the west, purple is considered the color of power and nobility

i'll just let you sit with that thought

(my gosh, this really took a hard left into angst town, i did not mean for this to happen… whoops)

please consider reblogging! it really helps me and is super encouraging ^_^

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#5

Titties

Day 2 of Doc Ocktober : Titties 

Otto going shirtless for the first time in front of his female friend at the pool. He’s a little shy. This is all mostly fluff with a little swearing. 

Otto was nervous about going into his friend's pool. It was a hot, humid night and she had an extra bathing suit for him in case he forgot. Like how he had pretended to tonight. They shared a lovely dinner together and some wine.

"Let's go in the pool." She said eagerly.

"I thought you had to wait thirty minutes after eating." He half laughed half protested.

"Otto we've been talking for an hour now." She laughed. "Come on you know I keep the water nice and warm." She pleaded.

"Oh alright." He relented finally. She cheered and handed him a towel and the suit before she went and got changed. She jumped right in as Otto came out with his towel and white tang top.

"Otto take your shirt off." She said as she floated.

"I'll be alright." He blushed.

"Otto is something wrong?" She asked as she got out of the pool.

"It's nothing." He said quickly.

"Come on take it off baby." She cheered making him blush even more. "Otto it's ok really." She said. "Look at me...I'm short and chubby." She said patting her belly. "But I found this nice bathing suit that makes me feel great." She said encouragingly. "Frankly with my family's history I couldn't be a blonde-haired, blue-eyed skinny bitch if I tried." She added. That got a good laugh from Otto. He had to relent and finally take his shirt off. "Oh no! I gotta find my singles!" She teased.

"Oh stop it!" Otto protested with a laugh.

"Otto you're fine...I mean you're even more fine now." She winked. "But you know what I meant." She said. "Squishy!" She teased going after him.

"Ahhhh no!" He said dramatically and jumped in the pool to escape. The water did feel amazing. She jumped in and swam up to him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She smiled. "Hey you said you like to box every now and then you could say you got boxer boobies." She laughed.

"Oh dear lord." He groaned rubbing his face. She splashed him and they went back and forth for a bit. She tossed in some innertubes and managed to get one after a struggle.

"Otto?" She called out when she realized that she didn't see him. She screamed when he suddenly flipped her over and claimed her tube, swimming away from her. "Hey! That's not fair!" She snapped swimming after him. Otto just laughed as he splashed her until the managed to pounce on him." That's mine!"

"It's mine!" He argued back. She was unknowingly rubbing at his chest from behind as she was hanging onto his shoulders while floating. When she touched his nipples Otto let out a shudder.

"Oh sorry! You ok?" She asked thinking she hurt him.

"Yeah I'm fine." He nods quickly trying to hide his blush. She watches him again and his breath hitches as she rubs his chest.

"You like that." She said as she continued. Otto let out a soft moan as she started to kiss his neck and shoulders.

"Fuck!" He gasped. He turned around and kissed her fiercely bringing her into his lap and she felt his hard on. He pulls away breathing hard with his head on her shoulder. "Sorry I got carried away."

"It's alright." She says and kisses him gently. "Hey why don't we hit the showers together."

"Sounds like a great idea."

43 notes • Posted 2021-10-19 05:12:15 GMT

#4

Time to Heal Ch. 4

This is the last chapter of the story for @joyfuldragondonkeypickle​    Where Dracula helps a stranger in her time of need. Dracula is based off of Christopher Lee’s performance and is not my character. Robin is. Don’t hate but some of this Chapter is set around Christmas. It’s just part of the story. lots of fluff here Hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope you enjoyed the story. 

Robin looks around the kitchen trying to figure out the right meal to make.

“Do you have shrimp?” She asks. Vlad goes into the freezer and pulls out a bag for her. “Yes.” She cheers as she gets to work. Vlad helps her as she makes a surf an turf for dinner. It may be Christmas eve but you can still spoil yourself. Vlad helps sauté the steak as Robin makes a sauce for some noodles as a side dish. Once it’s done they go to the dining room with dishes in hand. A simple salad, noodles with Alfredo sauce, grilled shrimp, and steak. It was delicious to say the least.

“Mmmm…my compliments to the chef.” Vlad smiles at her.

“Thank you for your help too.” She nods.

“You’re welcome my dear. Perhaps you could move in as my chef instead.” He teases.

“I’m not that good.” She says. “Still I have been wanting to cook some Chinese receipts I keep seeing.” She adds.

“Mmm…now I have to admit Chinese takeout is the perfect comfort food.” He says.

“I know right!�� Robin gasps in agreement. They finish their meal and decide to save the apple pie for tomorrow. Robin looks and sees a particular decoration hanging up so she calls Vlad over.

“What is it?” He asks. She nervously leans in and kisses his cheek. He blinks in surprise and manages a blush. “Why…why did you do that?” He asks. She points to the doorframe.

“Mistletoe.” She blushes. He hesitates for a moment before he too, kisses her cheek. They’re both blushing hard. “Oh…I got a present for you to open.” She says quickly as they manage to get back to the living room.

“I thought presents were supposed to be tomorrow…and you didn’t have to do that.”

“Well I got the tradition of opening one on Christmas eve and the rest tomorrow.” She explains

“In that case I’ll be right back.” He says. His quick speed allows him a quick return. They both exchange boxes. Vlad opens his and smiles at the robin ornament. Robin gasps at the charm bracelet he gave her. it even has a robin, bat, books, and a rose on it.

“Wow…it’s beautiful.” She gasps and puts it on showing it off right away for him. He smiles in delight.

“I’m glad you enjoy it. Thank you for the ornament.” He says sincerely and puts it close to the top of the tree. “I should get a nest for the little thing.” He says. It does look very cute.

“Well Merry Christmas eve.” She says.

“Yes, Merry Christmas eve to you as well Robin.” Vlad says. They head off to bed not long after and Robin is more excited than she’s ever been for Christmas in a long time.

Xxxxxxxx

She couldn’t help but wake up early the next morning. She sent a few texts to friends and family before getting out of bed and hurrying downstairs and she put her presents for Vlad under the tree. It was still snowing out and everything was covered. A small fire was already started in the den, so she went into the kitchen and made some breakfast. It was just some simple eggs and bacon, but it felt homey.

“Good morning.” Vlad said as he came in. He looked all pristine as usual.

“Good morning, Merry Christmas.” She smiled and she couldn’t help but kiss his cheek again. She hadn’t felt happy like this in a long time.

“Merry Christmas.” He blushes. They enjoy breakfast and it’s so nice and peaceful.

“Here.” She says handing him the presents. He frowns playfully and his smile is genuine when he sees the nice clothes. He even chuckles at the Robin tie.

“I guess I could wear these.” He teases. “Thank you my dear.” He says tenderly. “Now I have something for you.” He says. He takes her back upstairs, taking her hand and guiding her along. “Ok, close your eyes.” He says. She notices that he seems excited she chuckles as she does what he asks. She hears a door open and he leads her inside. “Open.” He says. She looks and sees an office set up. There is a desktop computer as well.

“What’s this?” She asks.

“I made an office for you to help you with your school projects.” He says. She blinks in surprise and turns the desktop on. It’s got all the programs she talked about with him on it. “I had the laptop set up the same way.” He adds.

“You did this for me?” Robin gasps.

“Well yes. I thought it would be helpful. You always complain about having to save time for the labs at school.” He explains.

“Oh Vlad! Thank you so much!” She cries and hugs him. He grunts in surprise and catches himself so he can return the gesture. He really was a good friend. He remembered all the little things. It was so touching. The rest of the day was spent watching some movies and enjoying good food and drink. It was the best Christmas Robin enjoyed in a long time. Vlad wasn’t going to forget this day either.

Xxxxxxx

The rest of winter break was a bit of a blur as Robin worked more hours. She was definitely quitting this job once she graduated. Vlad even helped her polish up resume too. He didn’t press her about staying with him, but she kept it in the back of the mind. She was reluctant to return to the house, but thankfully the end was finally in reach. It was crunch time now. The last semester. Since she kept up with most of her credits she didn’t have a lot of classes and even better that she had Fridays off. She spent more time with Vlad as she often went to his home after school on Thursdays. It brought her some peace to get her school work done before going off to work. It also drove Stephanie crazy because she couldn’t figure out where Robin was going. Robin made sure to talk about rent payment directly with her father which pissed off Stephanie even more, but she couldn’t throw Robin out and if she touched any of Robin’s things she would be in big trouble as well. That didn’t stop Stephanie from being a pain in the ass though. Robin was barely fazed by it. Graduation was coming up in May. She had a paper and a few projects to do for finals. No more final exams. It was such a relief. It took her awhile but she managed to get her nerves up to talk to Vlad.

“I need to talk to you about something.” She says at dinner.

“Is something wrong?” He asks.

“No…I just wanted to talk to you about graduation and stuff.” She says. He happily gives her his full attention. “I was wondering if it was ok that I stay with you for a bit after I graduate.” She asks nervously.

“Of course you can. You can stay as long as you like.” He says sincerely. She smiles in relief. “Did you think I would say no?” He asks concerned.

“No…I know your offer was still open. I was just nervous anyway.” She says. He reaches out and squeezes her hand reassuringly.

“I am Dracula and I welcome you to my house.” He says with a wink. It makes her burst out laughing. He smiles at the sound. He has grown so fond of her and in truth she has too, but she is understandably hesitant. They made the arrangements for her move and she started packing up her room. Her plan was to get everything out after graduation, to which she also invited Vlad and he graciously accepted. The day had finally arrived and she was full of jitters. She couldn’t help it. Vlad had someone pick her up as her car was already full of boxes. She waited around nervously in her cap and gown.

“Hello Robin.” He said coming up to her. She blushes as he hands her a single rose. “Congratulations.” He says proudly.

“Thank you.” She says and hugs him tightly. “This really means a lot to me.” She says.

“You’ve worked very hard. It’s time to celebrate.” He says. She gives him another hug before they separate for the ceremony. She did a little wiggle as she took her diploma and sat back down. It couldn’t end soon enough. Once it was done she raced to find Vlad and get out of there.

“It’s over.” She groaned in relief as they drove to her house.

“I’m proud of you.” He says.

“Really?” She gasps.

“Of course!”

This time he hugs her and she settles in his embrace. She feels comfortable and safe. They get the rest of her things and quickly get her settled into Vlad’s home. It’s such a relief. She feels so happy. She groans as she lays down and smiles. There’s a knock at the door.

“Come in.” She says. Vlad come in with a crystal vase full of roses for her.

“These are for you.” He says settling them on the dresser.

“Awww! I don’t think anyone else has gotten me roses before. They’re beautiful.” She says as she sniffs them. She looks over at Vlad and suddenly her stomach is in knots. His eyes and smile are gentle and caring. They’ve grown so much over the past year. She inches a little closer to him. “Vlad…” She whispers reaching up to him. He leans into her touch and it is he who is hypnotized by her eyes as she reaches up and gently kisses his lips. He wants nothing more than to take her away from this cruel world as he cups her face as they kiss. When they part he looks over her.

“Stay with me please?” Vlad whispers. “I’ll give you everything.”

“I don’t want everything. I just want you.” She says before she kisses him again. It was a newt start now. A start of their new life…together.                        

44 notes • Posted 2021-07-19 01:50:57 GMT

#3

OMG that scene was and still IS pure nightmare fuel!!!!

And then they go and let Raimi direct Doctor Strange 2!!! There's going to be some scary shit in there I garuntee it!!!!!

68 notes • Posted 2021-10-29 23:16:24 GMT

#2

Touch

Day 6 of Doc Ocktober : Touch 

Mostly fluff here as Doc Ock is feeling lonely 

The rain seemed to be going on forever these days. She couldn’t do much this weekend as it was supposed to be raining on and off. She turned on the TV looking for something to watch when she heard a familiar tap on her balcony doors. She waited and when she heard it again she got up and opened the doors. Otto Octavious or Doc Ock as the papers called him walking in quickly with one of the arms closing the door behind him. He took his sunglasses off and she saw that he looked sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just wanted to see you.” He said quietly. She hugged him and gasped.

“Otto, you’re soaked! Come on, let’s get these dry.” She says trying to take his coat.

“You don’t…”

“Zip it.” She snapped. “You’re staying here tonight. You know I got some extra clothes for you.” She said.

“Alright.” He relented with a small smile. Once he changed she put what clothes she could into the dryer for him. She made him some hot tea with a little extra honey before she sat down with him with extra blankets on.

“What’s wrong Otto?” She asked again.

“I just…I just missed you.” He said. He pulled her into his arms and rested his head on her chest as she held him. The arms wrapped around them protectively. “The rain…it’s so cold…it makes me feel lonely.” He whispers.

“I’m not going anywhere Otto.” She said sincerely.

“I know…but I’ve been busy. I haven’t seen you in a while.” He said. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright. I see you in the paper.” She teases. “Maybe I can come see you one of these days?” She suggested.

“No, it’s too dangerous.” He says. She reluctantly nods. Now he pulls her in so her head is on his chest now. He smiles as he feels nice and warm. He kisses the top of her head. He just wants to stay with her as the world goes by. “Sometimes it’s too quiet in the lab. It’s not the same as here.” He said looking out the window.

“You miss the city?”

“A little bit…just the background noise. I keep thinking I’m hearing things when I’m not.”

“I do that all the time.” She nods. He rubs her back gently and she lets out a soft hum.

“I just want to touch you…feel you…feel the warmth of another person.” She inched up as close as she could to him and rubbed at his chest and shoulders. He buried his face into her neck and smelled the lavender soap on her. He clutched her tightly as if she could disappear if he let go. The arms helped him up as he carried her into the bedroom. They curled up under the sheets and Otto just held her. “I missed this.” He whispered.

“Me too.”

He kisses her tenderly and caresses her face. They hold each other for the rest of the night. She falls asleep before him, but Otto doesn’t mind. The rain keeps falling but it doesn’t bother him now, not with her beside him.

70 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 04:48:31 GMT

#1

Ok when the Spiderman No Way Home DVD comes out I want to see a few things.

I want to see Tom Holland's reaction to when he first meets Alfred Melina and Willem Defoe on set.

Just a blooper reel of Molina trying to figure what to do now that they made the mistake of doing cgi for the arms and not puppets.

Also an alternate take of when the GREAT DR. OTTO OCTAVIOUS says him name. I am more than willing to bet Molina broke character at one point and was basically "listen here you fucking little shits" and hopefully Tom Holland running for dear life.

76 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 00:58:36 GMT

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thank u, in that case i couldn't wait for this one haha—i think scaramouche in the yokai au could be really interesting!

i definitely have one more request and maybe one after that but we'll see~

A/N: You really did big-brain with this request 💃💃 I was debating between kitsune or bakaneko Scara for this one, but I still have some ideas that weren't mentioned in the fic so I'll put them in a reblog!

Word Count: 800+

“Are we sitting around any longer?” Scaramouche drawls, eyeing the doorway disinterestedly. You note, in exasperation, that he’s laying down on his stomach, head propped up by an arm. “We have our intel, now we can just get the job over with.”

You give him a similarly deadpan expression. “No, we have to set up our trap first. Just because you’re bored doesn’t mean you can just set the site on fire.”

“It’d be quicker.”

“And ruin our objective.”

The bakaneko holds your gaze for a few seconds, his tail waving in the air behind him, before he finally huffs and sits up properly. His ears were concealed, as usual, by the hat he dons almost every hour of the day.

Sometimes you wondered just how old Scaramouche was, with a tail that long. The first time you met him he’d saved you from an ambush of other yokai - it seemed odd for someone that unmotivated to go through the effort, to which you find out he was sent over by his ‘master’ to assist you in your travels.

How a person even found out about your motives, you weren’t sure. The business of protecting all beings from destructive spirits and humans alike was a niche discipline in itself (seeing as it wasn't even a job description, simply a path you'd chosen to take.)

But for all his narcissistic and annoying traits, Scaramouche has proven to be dependable. Not to mention quick-witted and good at blending in with humans… Once, under the light of a full moon, the both of you shared a few drinks - you admitted that at times you thought your presence held back his potential, that he could likely pull off your missions better alone--

He’d stopped your words with a warning look. ‘Then just get more powerful, idiot. Don’t you dare ditch me after I’ve run around with your stupid ideals for so long.’

Ineloquent of him, no? But Scaramouche is the most honest when he’s blunt. That’s something you learned quite early on.

“Then what do you suppose we do next, partner?”

You raise a brow at him. “There’s a festival tonight. We’ll take a shortcut through there and take a left into the forest. Their campsite isn’t too for from that point, I’ll catch them off-guard in my attire, pretending to set off a lantern in the wilderness for personal reasons. It’ll draw a couple of them out.”

Scaramouche’s lips curl into a smirk. “Are you picking up tricks from me, now?”

A memory of him disguised as a cat flashes through your mind. He did like to take advantage of his appearance. “What makes you say that?”

Your playful smile causes him to shake his head as he stands up. Scaramouche walks past you toward the doorway, and you feel a tug at your wrist. 

For a moment you're surprised it was his hand, instead of his tail which was often used instead (he liked to call it a makeshift leash, 'so you don't get lost.' This started as a jab, but has turned into a habit of sorts - Scaramouche's way of confirming your presence, perhaps a form of reassurance, even.)

Amusement glimmers in his eyes as he casts an illusion, hiding his cat-like features. “You talked about a disguise, right? Your old kimono won’t cut it. It’s damaged, remember?” You were about to argue that it’s fixed now, to which he tilts his head at you. “Appearances matter. There’s a shop selling reasonable clothes nearby, we can make it before the mission.”

“Motivated, are we?” You let him guide you along the street nevertheless, away from the temporary lodgings you’d rented. “Is this where you went last night while I was talking to the client?”

“I was surveying the area, it seemed more productive than listening to your conversation.” He returns lightly, observing the daytime crowd. "And it's not like we don't have nightly meetings anyways to debrief important things."

You place a hand on your heart, "I hope you don't end up leaving me more often just because of that."

"Of course not," Scaramouche pushes open the shop doors. "You'd probably get attacked while I was gone. With how much trouble you get into, I sometimes wonder if you were actually the bakaneko instead of me." He smiles wryly.

"Nice things never come out of your mouth, huh?" 

If it isn't for the circumstances, you might think his answering smile is charismatic. "Being nice is tiring enough with other people."

You roll your eyes. "I'm touched to have the honor of seeing your real self."

"You should be~ Normally only my targets share the same sight."

"Charmed," The shop-keepers take notice of you both, prompting the end to the conversation. "I'll keep that in mind."

If it wasn't for his genuine, redeeming moments, you might've just pegged Scaramouche as a first-grade prick.

...But seeing the thoughtful manner he's surveying the fabrics with, it's hard to really hate him. In truth, he has his own way of being kind and sweet, if only you have the patience to stick around to witness it.

And seeing as he's your partner-in-crime for the foreseeable future, time is something you can afford.

[cynicallystiles]

Seasons of Love: The One with the Cabin

Disclaimer: Moodboard made by me. Pictures found on Google!

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: @itrocksmysocks​ basically requested this by making me obsessed with the triplets a year ago.

Warning: Swearing. Slight sexual content.

Notes: Chapter four is here! The whole thing still isn’t finished ahead of time like I wanted. Annnnndd I’m already falling behind schedule lol! Thanks for your patience! Please COMMENT/REBLOG if you enjoy it!

Pairing: Kallie Hayes (OC) x Mendes Triplets

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Chapter Three Chapter Five

Words: ~5.37k

"Kalliope!" The sound of her name accompanied by excessive knocking stirs her awake abruptly.

She startles and rolls off the bed onto the floor. "Ah! Jesus, fuck!" She groans and sits up, rubbing her shoulder.

"Is everything okay?" Her sister asks through the door, and Kallie can hear the amusement in her tone.

Pulling herself upright, she glances at the bed and sees Shawn's smooth, muscular back. "Fuck," she mumbles, barely holding in a laugh. "Uh...yeah! I just tripped getting out of bed!" She calls back with a little chuckle.

"It's nine right now, goober. Figured you'd want to be up in time to shower and help with breakfast," Cassie chuckles before her footsteps recede down the hallway.

Releasing a breath of air, Kallie turns back to the bed to find two brown eyes looking at her. "Jeez!" She gasps and closes her eyes to normalize her fast-beating heart. "When did you wake up?" She asks when she opens her eyes again.

"Hard to sleep with all the noise around here," Shawn teases. He rolls over and stands, allowing the sheets to slide off of his almost naked body. Kallie's eyes watch his muscles tighten as he stretches his arms above his head. "I can feel that ya know," he laughs.

She scoffs and stands to make her bed as he finds his clothes. "No, you can't," she argues with warm cheeks as she finds a loose shirt to pull over her shoulders. "I told you you weren't supposed to sleep here!" She groans and starts pushing him toward the window.

"Hey!" He protests as she gets the rope ladder. "You're the one who told me to hold you more," he reminds her and opens the window quietly.

As she secures the ladder to the window and rolls it down the side of the house, her eyebrows furrow. "No, I didn't," she denies, focused on making sure he won't injure himself.

"Yeah, Kal, ya did," he insists while hanging halfway out of the window.

Kallie shakes her head. "Well, I don't remember. Now, go! Before, anyone sees you," she giggles and places her palm flat against his forehead to push him down the ladder.

Shawn quietly enters through his front door and tries to sneak upstairs. His foot doesn't even hit the first step when a voice behind him makes him jump. "Where the hell have you been?" Turning, he sees Peter and Raul entering from the living room.

"Just went for a morning jog," he chuckles nervously.

Peter squints at his attire and crosses his arms. "You don't look like you went for a jog," he accuses suspiciously after seeing no sweat despite him wearing pants and a hoodie in hot weather.

"It was a light jog," he shrugs innocently, "didn't want to stink too much for breakfast since you two always take the hot water."

Raul rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in the pockets of his shorts. "Well, I showered last night. So, there's water left to clean up before we head over," he explains casually.

"Wait," Shawn stops leaning against the railing and takes a step forward. "You never shower at night," he states in confusion.

He just shrugs. "Yeah. Kal and I got a little messy last night," he chuckles and heads back into the living room, ignoring the twitch of Shawn's eye.

The boys arrive at Kallie's just as she's setting down the final plate of food on the table. Her hair is still damp around her shoulders from the shower, barely curling as it dries. Conversation flows chaotically while the boys catch up with Cassie and her moms.

Shawn catches Kallie's eyes as she takes the last sip of her almond milk. She asks him what's up by pinching her brows together. He nods subtly toward the kitchen. Concerned, she stands up.

"I'm gonna start clearing the dirty dishes," she informs everyone as she gathers some plates.

Shawn follows suit. "I'll help," he offers.

"But, cleanup is my thing," Peter points out in confusion.

Patting his shoulder, Shawn takes the dishes he's holding around the table. "Relax, for once. I've got it covered." He disappears into the kitchen after her.

"What's going on?" She asks in a hushed tone as she leans on the counter next to the sink.

Setting the dishes in the sink, he crosses his arms and turns to her. "What exactly did you and Raul get up to last night?" He sighs.

A chuckle slips past her lips before she sees the distraught in his eyes. "We just got ice cream and went to the park," she explains with a shrug.

"And that's it?"

Kallie lets her mouth part in surprise. "Should there be something else I don't remember?" She didn't like the accusation in his tone and Shawn's increasing jealousy was starting to irritate her.

"No," he deadpans, looking out the window above the sink. "It's just that Raul said you guys got messy but you didn't have dirt or anything on you when I came over."

Kallie clicks her tongue and scrunches up her face. "Are you kidding me?" She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms as well. "We got a little childish and were fighting with the ice cream, Shawn."

"But, you-" he begins but she inhales deeply and he cuts himself off.

"I got it in his hair, but he only got it on my arms. It was easy to wash off in the sink before you came," she scoffs.

He drops his arms and steps toward her. "Sorry, I just-"

"I know what 'you just'," she sighs in disappointment. "You can't keep getting jealous every time I hang out with him. Or Peter."

Looking at his feet, he mumbles, "I know."

"I think we should pause this," she declares quietly.

He quickly looks up to meet her eyes. "What? No! I'll stop being jealous. I'll-"

"It's not about that," she lies. She could feel things getting complicated between them and she didn't want that. "We're gonna be at the cabin all summer and there won't be time for it anyway. I don't want to ruin our last summer there with the drama if we get found out."

Nodding slowly, Shawn starts to calm down a little. "That makes sense. But, what about when we go back to university? I mean, we all still live together," he points out.

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet," she admits. "I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." As Kallie finishes her sentence, Peter wanders into the kitchen. "What's up?" She asks with a gentle smile, causing Shawn to look toward the door.

He shuffles shyly toward them, causing her to giggle. "It felt weird sitting out there not doing the dishes with you," he admits with a small grin.

"Then, come help me, Penguin. Shawn is terrible at rinsing," she teases. Shawn meets her eyes with a silent look of fading sadness as Peter sidles up close to her with an enormous grin at one of her many cute nicknames for him. He watches them bump shoulders and giggle before leaving with a sigh.

Later in the day, the boys help load Kallie's bags in the back of Shawn's Jeep before they start their trip to the lake. After hugging her moms and Cassie, they all head out of the house.

"Lemme guess...Kallie gets front seat as always," Raul teases, heading for the backseat.

Shawn nods with a cheeky grin, but Kallie also heads for the backseat. "Actually, I wanted to share the back with Peter..." She sneaks a glance at Shawn who has shock written on his face. He's worried that this 'pause' might be about more than she's letting on.

"Why though?" He clears his throat as Peter catches up to them after saying extended goodbyes to her family.

She shrugs while Raul is already riding shotgun. "This time we're learning sign language." Kallie then looks at Peter as she teases, "We've only got around two weeks left to become fluent."

His eyes flit between Shawn and her, picking up on the unsaid tension between them. He's quiet. But, he's not stupid. Peter lets his features melt into a smile that puts Kallie at ease.

"Sweet!" Peter jostles her by the shoulders excitedly before opening the door for her. With a small glance at Shawn, she gets in the backseat. "Wait...is the sign for 'cabin' this...or...this?" He asks to distract her from whatever is upsetting her. She chuckles as he slides in next to her practicing two gestures that look similar, but neither are anywhere close to meaning 'cabin'.

Clenching his jaw, Shawn slides into the driver's seat and pulls out of the driveway. The usually short two-hour drive to Muskoka was going to feel a lot longer without Kallie up front with him.

The first time that the Mendes' took Kallie to their beautiful cabin at Lake Muskoka was the December after she had first met the boys. Before she was allowed to go, their parents had to meet her parents. They ended up getting along so well that they invited her parents and her sister along as well.

After finally pulling up next to the cabin, Shawn flings off his seatbelt and races toward the door. "I gotta use the bathroom!"

Both of their parents chuckle. "We told you not to drink a whole hot chocolate before we even left Pickering, son," Manny reminds him playfully.

The adults work on unloading the bags, while the rest of the kids pile out of the vehicles. Kallie's eyes are immediately drawn to the lake nearby, covered in white. "Woah," she breathes out, a little intimidated by how big it is.

"You remembered your skates right?" Peter asks from a few steps behind her. She nods silently, not wanting to say that they all had to go out and buy new ones for this trip.

Before Peter can make more conversation, Karen calls out to them, "Lunchtime first! Then, you can skate all you want!"

"I'm starving!" Kallie declares with a giggle as she loops her arm through his. He's a bit surprised but he doesn't say anything as they walk quickly back into the house.

Peter is helping Kallie shed her coat just when Shawn comes back from the restroom. "Kallie, come sit next to me! I'll share my Oreos with you," he entices her.

"Oh, okay!" She says with a small glance at Peter. Shawn is so excited that he runs to the dining room without looking back to save their seats. Leaning toward Peter, she whispers conspiratorially, "You can sit on my other side if you want."

He nods happily and they join everyone else for a quick but filling lunch. Raul is the first to finish. He practically flings his dishes in the sink before issuing a challenge. "Last one on the ice is a loser!"

There's a brief second of silence before the sounds of chairs scraping on wood and dishes clanging overlap. Each one hurries to put their dishes in the sink and get their winter gear back on. Shawn is second out the door not long after Raul, both carrying their hockey skates by the laces.

Cassie and Kallie are neck in neck as they fly through the door in their many layers with brand new ice skates in their mittened hands. They get to the edge of the lake and make quick work of changing their footwear. Cassie throws herself onto the ice in third place, not even caring that she has no idea how to work the skates.

When Kallie knots her last lace, she stands up and puts her mittens back on to dust off the snow on her jeans. She hesitates at the edge, uncertain of how to get started. Her right blade almost touches the ice when she hears the door close in the distance. She looks back to realize that Peter wasn't racing with everyone else.

He takes his time to make his way to the lake while the grownups file out of the cabin behind him. They go about getting the fire pit going so they would all have somewhere to warm up in between activities.

Peter has a bag slung over his shoulder that looks a lot like the one he keeps his drawing stuff in. Kallie was going to wait for him to catch up, but Shawn skids to a stop mere inches from her.

"Let's go, Kal!" He urges and takes her hand to pull her onto the ice. "Once you get going, it'll feel easy!" She tries to protest as he pulls her further onto the ice, too far away from the bank to leap to safety.

Her skates glide along easily as Shawn skates backward, pulling her by the hands. She looks up to see Raul skating in a figure eight, while her older sister seems to be catching on fast. Raul breaks his formation to speed past and bump Shawn's shoulder.

"Hey! I'm gonna get you for that!" Without thinking, he lets go of Kallie's hands to chase after Raul.

She automatically bends over slightly to gain some kind of balance, arms outstretched in front of her in case she falls. Slowly, she pushes off one foot to slide a little faster. An excited giggle escapes her as she continues to practice this in a safe little circle.

Deciding that she's got the basics down, she stands up straight. Her arms stay poised to catch her if something bad happens but she manages to skate in a wider circle. She picks up speed and feels the cold wind whip at her face.

A little further ahead, she sees that her path is going to cross with Shawn and Raul's. The two of them were done with tag and were now racing in a circle. This makes Kallie realize very urgently that no one taught her how to stop.

Panicking, she tries to veer to the left. The tip of her skate catches a chip in the ice and sends her sprawling toward the bank of the lake. She sits up with a hiss, clutching the knee that took most of the impact.

"Kalliope!" She turns toward the sound of her name and finds Peter gliding toward her from the bank. She watches the way he tips his foot upward to use the back of his blade as a brake. He squats down beside her and looks at her knee. "Are you okay?"

She purses her lips and looks away, embarrassed about the crash and burn. "Yeah, it's just scraped," she mumbles, noticing his drawing materials scattered around his bag as if he dropped them in a hurry.

"Then, let's go again," he replies simply and stands up while holding out his hands for her. Kallie turns her head sharply toward him. "I promise I won't let go of you until you want me to."

His reassuring but crooked smile made all of her embarrassment go away. He doesn't care that she's bad at skating. It also made her happy that he would stop doing his favorite thing to teach her how to skate. So, she grabs his hands and lets him help her up.

Peter begins explaining all the "do's and dont's" of skating on lake ice. Apparently, it's different from skating rink ice. He tells her a fun fact about penguins and she laughs, bringing Shawn's attention back to her once again.

He skates over quickly and takes her hand that's not clutching Peter's forearm. "I can teach her from here! You probably want to go back to drawing anyway," he dismisses Peter.

"I don't wanna slow you down," she offers. "You play with Raul while I learn the ropes and tomorrow you can teach me hockey!" He looks at her skeptically, glancing to Peter on the other side of her who is pretending to be very interested in his skates. "Promise."

He nods. "Okay, if you're sure..." Kallie smiles in return and Shawn can't help but smile back. "Be careful, okay?"

"Always, duh," she teases before turning back to Peter. Shawn hears the conversation fade as Peter leads her around the lake. "So, penguins really build nests out of rocks?" She laughs.

He nods with a chuckle before spending the better part of two hours patiently teaching her how to skate. Once he's sure she's got it, he lets go and watches her glide ahead of him. She's so enraptured in skating that it takes a minute to realize he's not holding her hand.

Kallie immediately digs her heel into the ice and turns back. "Hey!" She crosses her arms with a pout as he skates up to her.

"What?" He laughs, "you were doing amazing!"

Her lip quivers the slightest bit and she avoids looking directly at him. "You promised you wouldn't let go," she murmurs.

"Kalliope," Peter breathes out her full name guiltily, "I'm really sorry. You were just doing so good and that's how mom and dad taught us how to ride bikes...so I figured..." he trails off with a shrug.

She sniffles and he's unsure if it's because she's sad or because of the cold. "Don't do it again," she pleads before carefully unfolding her arms to her sides.

"Promise," he instinctually replies. She raises her eyebrows at him. "For real this time." Peter grins and takes her hand tightly in his. Kallie can't help but smile as he pulls her along the edge of the lake.

"Moms! Look! I'm doing it!" She yells in excitement at her mothers. They both get up and quickly make their way to the edge of the lake with their cameras.

Proud looks cross their faces as they capture the two of them skating close together, hands tightly clutching each other. Manny and Karen come up behind them and share a knowing adult look. Cassie skates over to get in the pictures before Raul and Shawn join. Soon there's a picture of the five of them all wrapped around each other that they have framed and hanging on the living room wall of the cabin.

Kallie runs her fingers along the wooden frame of that picture in the living room, in the exact space on the wall that it's been hanging for about twelve years. She grins momentarily, the nostalgia quickly fading to sadness as the reality of it all hits her. This is probably the last summer they're gonna spend together here.

As the door creaks open and the boys clatter inside with arms full of bags and laughing, she shakes herself out of the sad mood. "I could've helped carry my stuff in, ya know!" She chuckles and moves to close the door behind them.

"That is absolutely not happening on our watch!" Shawn spouts nonsense while he struggles to keep a grip on her duffles.

She nods empathetically before taking them out of his hands with zero effort. "Seems like you need to hit the gym, Mendes," she digs at him as he automatically stands up straighter without the extra weight of her bags.

Kallie makes her way upstairs toward the bedrooms while the boys stare after her. "How is she doing that?" Shawn muses out loud and with a little envy.

"When did she get more ripped than you, bro?" Raul teases to Shawn's chagrin.

Peter interrupts as he walks backward toward the stairs. "She's always been able to carry her weight. You two have just always been too busy staring at her ass to notice." With a smirk, he spins around and jogs up the stairs, bags slung over his shoulders.

"Okay..." Shawn stretches out the word. "But, when did the runt start lifting like that?" Raul laughs out loud while he jostles Shawn's shoulders and shoves him toward the stairs.

When they were younger, the boys would share one room, the girls another, and both sets of parents had one to themselves. Since they're here by themselves, each could have their own for the whole summer. Kallie stands in the hallway debating which one to take as the boys catch up to her.

"What are you doing?" Raul questions with a chuckle. "Unpack so we can hit the lake before dark!"

She looks between the four doors and then the three boys. "Who's staying in what room, though?"

"Well, which one do you want?" Peter asks her and she quirks her brows together.

"Whichever one is left after you guys pick." She says it so simply. Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. The boys loved that about her. She always made sure they were taken care of.

"Dibs on mom and dad's old room, then!" Raul shouts before taking off toward the end of the hall.

"No fair!" Shawn shouts after him.

"I'm the oldest! Of course, it's fair!" He calls back.

Peter chimes in with a laugh. "Technically, Kallie is the oldest! But, whatever!" He shrugs.

"Guess I'll take our old room," Shawn sighs, unhappy with being cheated out of the master bedroom.

As he wanders back in the direction of the stairs, Peter touches Kallie's elbow gently. "You okay?" She'd gone quiet since looking at the door to the girls' old room.

"Mhm," she takes a deep breath and zones back in on Peter's concerned look, "promise." She forces a small smile.

"You can have the room your moms used," he offers kindly. "I don't mind staying in the smallest one."

When she glances back at the door, she can't bring herself to disagree. "Thank you..." she says quietly. He nods in understanding. "I haven't been able to go in there since..."

"I know." He takes her hand and squeezes it before going to settle into his room. She stands there for a second more before heading to her moms' old room and unpacking briefly.

That room holds a lot of memories for her. For all of them really. Not all of them good ones, though. She finds her favorite swimsuit and throws it on before putting her hair in a single braid. Meeting the boys out front, she doesn't fail to notice how all of their gazes linger on the dips and curves of her body. She shakes it off and heads to the water with them in tow.

Later that night after everyone's showered and dinner was long over, she sits on the bed in her room scrolling through Pinterest for new recipes to try. A knock draws her attention to the doorway where Raul leans against it.

"Hey," she sets her phone in her lap, "need something?"

He shrugs, almost stepping into the room but hesitating. "Just wanted to make sure you're doing okay," he confesses. Kallie takes a deep breath. "We haven't been back here since senior year..."

"Yeah, I know," she deadpans and looks toward the window. She closes her eyes and sighs. "Sorry. Thank you, I'm fine."

This time, he doesn't hesitate to enter and sit at the edge of her bed. "You don't have to apologize. It's okay to not be fine." He sets his ringed hand atop her knee over the blanket.

"I know," Kallie pauses, "I know that." She sounds like she's trying to convince herself more than him. "It just feels wrong to not be fine, ya know?" She shrugs and plays with the yarn of the blanket.

He chuckles lightly. "It's also okay to be fine." She glances at him before he continues. "I know you miss her. But, you can miss her and move on. Lin wouldn't want you to be sad forever. That's not who she was," he comforts her.

"I don't wanna move on, Raul," she whimpers finally and reaches her arms out to him. He instantly brings his arms around her waist and squeezes her tight.

"That was a poor choice of words on my part," he admits into her hair. "I meant..." he pauses, struggling for the right thing to say as he rubs her back soothingly.

Kallie rubs her nose along his neck and he stills. "I know what you meant." She sniffles and pulls back from him, wiping at her wet eyes. "Thank you."

"I'm just down the hall if you need anything," he promises as he gets up. She smiles softly at him as he leans in and kisses her forehead. Sighing at the soft gesture, her eyes close in response. "Night, Kit Kat."

She fights a grin. "Night, Playboy."

Kallie lays back on her pillows as Raul leaves. She's about to turn out the lights when Shawn walks by toward his room. "Hey," she calls softly. He freezes and backtracks a few steps to be in the open doorway.

"Hey, Kal," he replies while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Her eyes flick to his chest and his lack of a shirt before reeling in her thoughts. "Everything okay?"

He heads into her room and closes the door behind him by habit. Her eyes widen and he realizes what he did. Shawn turns back to open it but she stops him. "It's okay, you can leave it closed," she chuckles.

"Right..." He makes his way over to her and sits gingerly on the bed. For a minute, they just sit in silence. It stretches on awkwardly since they haven't really talked since she asked for a 'pause' on their pact. "I'm really sor-"

"I just wanted to-" They both pause after talking over each other and giggle. "You go." She nudges his hand with hers, leaving it close by but not touching.

He nods. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how I acted this morning," he begins timidly. "It was wrong of me to accuse you of anything and to not trust you."

"It's okay," Kallie responds automatically even though Shawn shakes his head. "No, it really is. I get the whole sibling jealousy thing. It's not as intense with my sister but I get it," she chuckles and he cracks a grin. "You're all my best friends and I don't want to cause trouble between you three..."

Shawn sighs. "Is that why you paused us?" He questions. Slowly, she nods and he closes his eyes to compose himself. "Thank god," he breathes out. When he opens his eyes, she has a confused look on her face. "I'm relieved that it's not because of me or something," he laughs.

"No!" She laughs too. "I guess I just wanted to cut it off before any complications started messing with our Musketeer dynamic." His eyebrows scrunch together, wondering what she meant by that. "Never mind," she scoffs, changing the subject, "I'm glad we cleared this up though, eh?"

He blinks a couple of times, his mind trying to find what exactly has been 'cleared up.' "So, this means..." Shawn stalls, hopefully sending the message for her to finish the sentence.

She giggles and finishes it, "That once we go back to Toronto...we can unpause." His lips pull into an elated grin, causing her cheeks to blush for no reason. "We're all gonna be really busy, but if our schedules allow...then, yes. We can unpause," she informs him.

"Yes!" He cheers before catching himself and regaining composure. Clearing his throat, he responds, "I mean, thank you. I would very much like that. And I promise to keep my jealousy in check from now on."

Kallie nods like it's an appropriate response. "As you should," she giggles.

"I'm gonna leave before you change your mind," he declares. Before he does, Shawn leans in and places his lips on hers briefly but passionately. He pulls back with a knowing look. "Just to leave you wanting more until the next time, eh," he teases as he practically sprints to the door.

She throws a pillow at him and misses. "Goodnight, you heathen!" He rolls his eyes and disappears down the hall.

After a moment, Kallie turns out her light and closes her eyes to go to sleep. She tosses and turns for a while before throwing the blankets off of her in frustration. She grabs her phone and unplugs her charger from the wall before creeping down the hallway.

Quietly, she raps her knuckles on the bedroom door a few times. A few seconds pass and she hears him call out in a whisper-yell, "It's open!" She carefully opens the door, trying not to make it creak, and peeks her head in.

"Hi." She hesitates in the doorway, looking around and then at her feet. Taking a deep breath, she tip-toes in, closing the door behind her with a light 'click.'

Peter turns his book over and lays it open in his lap when he realizes she just walked into the room she hasn't step foot in in almost four years. "Hey, Kalliope." She smiles softly as her full name leaves his lips. Kallie doesn't know why, but he's always called her by her full name. And he's the only one who does.

"I forgot to bring Copper," she admits, dragging her feet as she walks toward the bed. Silently, he flips the blankets over so she can crawl in next to him. He knows she can never sleep without her stuffed fox. The only way she can is if she can cuddle someone in his place.

Kallie quickly tosses him her charger to plug in. Then with a childlike grin, she crawls over him to settle in under the blankets. Peter looks away as the T-shirt that she's wearing lifts up, exposing her underwear slightly. He didn't want to, but he notices that they were men's boxer briefs and he has to stifle a laugh. Kallie always prefers comfort over anything else, gender norms be damned.

She's about to cuddle into his side when she realizes that he's shirtless. Swallowing slightly, she tries not to rake her eyes over his smooth chest and the way his butterfly tattoo accentuates his bicep. You wouldn't know it when he's wearing his sweaters, but Peter stays fit.

"I can put on a shirt if it'd make you more comfortable." He snaps her out of her daze when he notices her staring.

Kallie quickly makes her eyes meet his warm caramel ones. "No, you don't have to do that," she breathes out, "I was honestly just thinking about the last time I saw you shirtless."

"Oh..." A blush crawls along his neck and up to his cheeks. "It's been a minute, eh?" He chuckles. She tips her head to the side and pulls up one shoulder in a shrug with a giggle.

With a comfortable atmosphere, she scoots closer and he lifts his arm to make more room. Kallie leans up and kisses him on his cheek, lingering a second longer than usual. He breathes in deeply, notes of cherry blossom drifting from her hair. When she pulls back she looks at him for a second before laying her head down on his chest.

He makes sure she's comfortable before pulling the blankets back up and positioning his book so that he can hold it with one hand. His other gently caresses her side and rubs circles into her back. Peter begins to read out loud even though Kallie doesn't know what the book is about. Truthfully, she never cares. She likes him reading out loud to her because of the sound of his voice mixing with his heartbeat under her ear.

Occasionally, he lifts his hand up to play with her hair or run his fingers along her scalp. She hums contently and cuddles closer when he does. He finishes his chapter and sets the book on the nightstand before turning out the light. He wraps both arms around her and settles into the pillows.

His hand finds hers in the darkness laces their fingers together. Carefully, he brings her knuckles to his lips and lets them linger there. When he's finished, he rubs her knuckles with his thumb. "Goodnight, Kalliope," he whispers, assuming she's asleep.

Kallie's head nuzzles his chest and he feels her lips brush the skin of his collarbone before pressing in for a long moment. She angles her head up to his ear and whispers back, "Goodnight, Peppermint."

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For the wonderful @watcher-ofthe-sky 🌺

Also I am not going to take credit for this work. This is entirely from @grayserigala, so all the nice words, likes and reblogs is for her. I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I did.

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Prompt: "You've always felt like home".

Natsu can’t help but smile as he watches Sting goofing around in front of, and with their friends. The pure joy and freedom in his face reflects through their hearts, and draws the smile onto the pinkette’s face, as well. Which is a good thing, since the last few days have been kind of hard on his lover. It is so alleviating to watch the thoughts that had Sting snapping left and right or too disheartened to move, now a world away from his precious boyfriend. Natsu wishes he could hold this moment of happiness in place for eternity.

A small chuckle escapes his throat as he watches his boyfriend taking Rogue by the arm and drag him into the foolery, to keep him close. From where he is standing, Natsu can't hear what's being said but if he trusts the exasperated look that is on Rogue’s face, he is positive that Sting is up to mischief again.

Shaking his head a little Natsu leans against the wall and brings his beer to his lips. The music around becomes something soft and the boy closes his eyes for a moment, to enjoy the warm feelings that build inside him.

He feels someone coming up to stand beside him, and Natsu jolts as a familiar voice sighs next to him, with a degree of fondness to the tone. His eyes slide open to gaze at the newcomer, and his gaze fall on Gray who is looking at him with an amused smile on his lips.

“It’s not like you to be all alone,” Gray comments, taking a sip from his own beer.

“I guess,” Natsu shrugs. “Just chilling.”

“That’s not like you either.” Gray hides a quiet snicker behind a sigh of content.

"What about you? How come you’re here and not saving your boyfriend?" Natsu follows up, cheekily.

Gray laughs at that, and his gaze falls to his boyfriend as it always does eventually, who is hiding his own fondness for the blonde behind a silent prayer for help. Sting’s enthusiasm is apparently wearing away that warmth, leaving draining tiredness.

"I'll save him later,” Gray comments with another swig and an indignant glare at Rogue. “For now, he can suffer for making me go to that stupid show to keep your lonely ass company.”

"Hey!” Natsu gasps, dramatically. “It wasn’t stupid and I know you enjoyed it!" Natsu argues.

“No I didn’t!” Gray argues back, their voices raising to a volume reflective of their lifelong rivalry. “How on Earth does anyone enjoy marionette shows, they’re creepy as hell!” Natsu snickers when Gray shivers at the memory, with a willingness to take it further and fight for nostalgia’s sake.

“This is why I wanted to go with Sting, he would’ve loved it and Rogue wouldn’t have to suffer now.” Natsu chuckles, sarcastically.

"Sting loves everything you do, so really he is not a reliable source here." Gray huffs.

Natsu is grinning at that, though he can’t tell if it’s the comment on Sting or the twinge of familiarity that comes with Gray’s frustrated tone. Gray looks over, with a flash of annoyance lighting up his usually dull, indecipherable eyes, one that dies down a little as Gray lets himself properly study his friend.

“You know this is all your doing, right?” Gray asks in an oddly quiet voice, and when Natsu looks over again, the raven is casually gazing at Sting.

“What are you talking about, Droopy Eyes?” Natsu retorts, trying to bring the playfulness back and reject the seriousness. Tonight isn’t about that, tonight is about the warmth of Sting’s smile and Natsu isn’t going to let anything bring that down.

Gray shoots him a flat look, that is directed at the nickname, and Natsu only just manages to keep from bursting into laughter with a sip of his drink. The raven sighs and and the irritation drains away, leaving Gray’s eyes more open than Natsu has ever seen, as he secretly rolls his eyes at the floor.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Gray starts off. “And before you decided to ruin the mood, I was going to tell you that Sting is happy because of you tonight.”

Natsu pauses at that, and with a couple blinks and seconds to register what Gray was saying, his eyes switch back over to Sting, who is still having fun teasing Rogue.

“You’re the idiot,” Natsu manages to choke out around his tightening chest.

“And you’re the idiot that he’s in love with,” Gray groans at Natsu’s difficult nature. “He’s smiling because of you tonight, because you gave him a home and didn’t give up on him.”

Natsu is left blabbing awkwardly, as he struggles to find the balance between the embarrassed butterflies that come from anything serious involving Gray, and the utter dedication that he feels towards Sting. His love for Sting wins. He has never once doubted Sting's love, in almost a decade of being together, he has always been confident that they shared a deep bond. And it’s not as if Sting has never said that to him, before, but hearing it from someone else, was firstly humiliating, but beneath the mortifying embarrassment, a weight grounds his heart and makes the decade-long dream seem real.

“...An-and Rogue’s told me that too, when he was trying to get us to be better ‘friends’.” Gray coughs, that same awkwardness rising up in him, too. “I don’t think anyone can deny that you two are made for each other, that you’re his home and he’s yours, but…” Gray trails off, a clear and obvious red painting his cheeks.

“...But what?” Natsu encourages, quietly, a note of worry in his voice.

“But Sting’s not the only one…” Gray continues quietly.

“I don’t understand…” Natsu breathes, searching Gray’s face. Gray slowly meets the pinkette’s gaze, as he swallows the embarrassment.

“I-” The words die in Gray’s throat, as he coughs out a laugh. “You do this for everyone, you worry and you care… f-for me, and Rogue, as well as Sting. Y-... he-... don’t take this the wrong way, I love Rogue to death, but isn’t it weird to think that we’ve known each other for almost twenty years, now?”

“I guess…?” Natsu replies slowly. “I still don’t understand.” Gray groans and mutters something about Natsu being difficult, but despite everything else, he slides a couple inches closer to Natsu, so their arms are almost touching.

“That’s nearly two decades, it’s basically a lifetime of knowing you.” Gray mumbles.

“Eww,” Natsu snickers, still not entirely sure what to make of the awkward atmosphere.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Gray glares. “But… it’s… Rogue, Erza, so many people have tried to make us better friends, but what… but what none of them seem to get is that you’re already my best friend. Twenty years... wow…” Gray shakes his head, hiding his eyes behind his hair. “You’ve seen me through everything, my worst, my best and my most stupid. Though, that last one is definitely your fault.”

“H-” Natsu cuts himself short, remembering Gray’s retort half a heartbeat late. Closing his mouth, he lets Gray continue and swallows his tease.

“There are very, very few people that I could say know me, or… know the real me.” Gray breathes deeply. “But goodness knows where I’d be if you weren’t one of them.” Gray turns his head and finally shows Natsu his face and the unshed tears in them. And those are enough to make Natsu worry, as his heart clenches and he tries to read Gray’s emotions. “Y-you’re Sting’s home, but… but you’ve always been home for me, too…”

Natsu feels his heart flip, dip and stutter to a halt all at once, as the words click and bring tears to his eyes in a chain reaction. Squeezing his mouth shut, Natsu fights against the tears, but it isn’t long before Gray is hidden behind a blurry film.

“W-woah, hey!” Gray’s panicky tone gasps. “Wh-what… I-... uhh… sh-should I call Sting? Why… I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

Natsu groans under his breath and hides his face in his hands, still trying to fight the drops of water running down his cheeks. Dammit, he didn’t plan on being an emotional wreck this evening, much less because of Gray.

“I… I-uh…” Gray stutters uselessly, and all Natsu can do is let out a choked laugh at his stupid best friend, and tug the raven into a hug. Gray freezes.

Natsu’s laugh continues to drown out his sobs. He could count on one hand how many times they had hugged, this was so far from their thing, but that doesn’t matter, not tonight.

“...’nd you’re the idiot that caused this.” Natsu parrots. Gray deflates in relief as he sees Natsu smiling, long arms wrap around him and hold him secure. “Th-th…-ank you…” Natsu whispers.

“You’re welcome, Natsu…” Gray replies, softly. “Happy birthday, dumbass.”

Eventually, Natsu breaks the hug, leaving with the knowledge that Gray’s friendship is one that he will never be able to leave behind completely. And Natsu isn’t surprised to realise, that Gray’s friendship is his home, too.