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suckerfordylansstuff · 5 months ago

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New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 8 Season 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: Back to Hawkins for spring break. Y/n believed it would just be a quiet time to cherish with her loved ones, but one day in and another mess had already began.

Warnings: cursing

Notes: I warned you that due to my vacation I was probably going to miss a day or two, but we're back. Sorry for keeping you waiting but here is the new chapter and a sweet moment between our couple. Please enjoy the chapter and stay safe 💕

Chapter 7 << Masterlist >> Chapter 9

Dustin was the one to wake you up in the morning. At first, you couldn’t concentrate, your tiredness easily pulling you back to sleep, but that only lasted for a moment. When the memories of yesterday came back, you couldn’t go back to sleep. You got up and went to check on Nancy. She was already up, sitting on the bed waiting. When you walked in, she looked you in the eye and you knew this was going to be a difficult conversation.

“He showed me things that haven’t happened yet. The most awful things. I saw… a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire. Dead soldiers. And this… this giant creature with… a gaping mouth. And this creature wasn’t alone. There were so many monsters. An army. And they were coming into Hawkins. Into our neighborhoods. Our homes. And then… He showed me my mom. And Holly. Mike. And they… They were all-” Nancy’s emotions left her unable to continue.

You were standing near Dustin, listening carefully to her words as she explained to you what had happened yesterday with Vecna. But reliving it wasn’t easy, you knew that all too well.

“Okay, but… he’s just trying to scare you, Nancy. Right? I mean… I mean, it’s not real.” Steve tried to comfort her, but it didn’t work.

“Not yet. But there- there was something else. He showed me gates. Four gates. Spreading across Hawkins. And these gates, they looked like the one outside of Eddie’s trailer, but they didn’t stop growing. And this wasn’t the Upside Down Hawkins. This was our Hawkins. Our home.”

“Four chimes. Vecna’s clock. It always chimes four times. Four exactly.” Max said and Nancy nodded at her words.

“I heard them too.”

“He’s been telling us his plan this whole time.” Max came to the realization, making you all fill with fear.

“Four kills. Four gates. End of the world.” Lucas thought out loud before you heard your brother speak from beside you.

“If that’s true… he’s only one kill away.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ.” Eddie said, his tone scared, perfectly capturing how you were all feeling right now.

“Try ‘em again. Try ‘em again.” Steve signaled Max to punch in Joyce’s number again. You have no idea how many times you have tried to contact them. All you knew is that each time there was no answer, just like now.

“Anything?” you asked and bit your lip when you saw Max shake her head.

“No. Rang a few times, then went to busy signal.”

“Maybe you punched it in wrong. Try again.” Steve told her, but she immediately argued back.

“I didn’t punch it in wrong.”

“Well, I don’t know.” Steve looked desperate, but Max turned around, calling the number again just to show him she had done it right.

“Dude, I think she knows how to use a phone.” Dustin commented and Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m just saying, she could’ve typed it in wrong.”

“Same shit.” Max hangs up the phone and you let out a sigh.

“How is that possible?” Lucas asks you all.

“I told you; Joyce has this telemarketer job. She’s always on the phone. Mike won’t stop whining about it.” you shake your head at Dustin’s words.

“No. Nuh-uh. No way. Not being able to reach them for three days is not mathematically possible. We’ve tried every single hour of the day. This isn’t Joyce, it’s something else.”

“She’s right. It can’t be just a coincidence. It can’t be.” Nancy agreed with you, getting up from her seat and walking to the window behind her “Whatever’s happening in Lenora is connected to all of this. I’m sure of it. But Vecna can’t hurt them. Not if he’s dead.” she turns back to you, a determined look in her eye “We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down.”

At the sound of her words, Eddie and Steve began arguing back, not liking the idea of going back there. You stood off the chaos, your brain trying to find another solution. Even though you feared there was no other way.

“Let’s think this through, okay?” Steve was now standing up, looking at Nancy who got irritated at his suggestion.

“What is there to think through?”

“We barely made it out of there in one piece.” Steve said.

“Yeah, because we weren’t prepared. But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection. We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his lair, and we’ll kill him.” Nancy replied, but Steve wasn’t backing down.

“Or he’ll kill us. The only reason that you survived is because he wanted you to. He’s not scared of us.” he finished and Robin jumped up from her seat on the floor and into the conversation.

“And for good reason. We were wrong about Vecna. Henry. One. Sorry, what are we calling him now?” she received different answers from all of you “Right. We’ve learned something new about Vecna/Henry/One. He’s a number like Eleven, only a sick, evil, made, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin. But- but- but- My point is, he’s super powerful. He could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight.”

“So then why fight fair? You’re right, he’s like Eleven. But that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven’s strengths. And weaknesses.”

“Weaknesses?” Erica questioned Dustin’s words.

“When El remote-travels, she goes into this sort of trance-like state. I bet the same is true of Vecna.” he explained and Lucas chimed in.

“That could explain what he was doing in that attic.”

“Exactly. When he attacks his next victim, I’ll bet you he’s back in that attic, physical body defenseless.”

“Defenseless? Yeah? What about the army of bats?” Steve argued, pointing at the scar on his neck. Even though you hated how hurt he got, you couldn’t agree with him on this.

“We’ll fight them off.” you finally spoke up, eyes all on you “Distract them, somehow. Gain their attention so we can slip through to Vecna.”

“And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?” Eddie tried to get up from the couch he was sitting on but immediately sat back down when he heard your not-so-helpful explanation.

“I don’t know. But once they’re gone, we have our chance.”

“It’ll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin.” Dustin said after you.

“You think this is a good idea?” Steve asked you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I think this is our only idea.”

“That all sounds good in theory, but there is no pattern to Vecna’s killings. I mean, at least on one that I can decipher. We don’t know when he’s going to attack next. We don’t even know who he’s going to attack.” Robin tells you, bringing up a good point.

“Yeah, we do.” you look up and stare at Max “I can still feel him. I’m still marked. Cursed. I ditch Kate Bush, I draw his focus back to me.”

“Max. You can’t. He’ll kill you.” Lucas tells her, eyes sad, not even bearing the thought of reality behind his words.

“I survived before. I can survive again. I just need to keep him busy long enough so that you guys can get into that attic. Then you can chop his head off. Stab him in the heart. Blow him up with some explosive Dustin cooks up. I honestly don’t care how you put this asshole in his grave. Just… whatever it is… whatever you do… try not to miss.” you felt the responsibility lay on your shoulders, and you made the silent promise to protect her and everyone in this room at all costs. No matter your outcome.

So, once again the planning began. First of all, you needed weapons. Loads of them. And Eddie knew just the place to get them.

“Check this out. The War Zone.” he sets down on the table the phone book and you lean over his shoulder to see what he is pointing at “I’ve been there once. It’s huge. They got everything you need for, uh… well, killing things, basically.”

“Do you think fake Rambo has enough guns there? Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?” Robin asked you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, lucky for us it is, so… this- this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of the main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks.” Eddie said.

“If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called the War Zone.” Erica raised a good point, making Dustin point at her.

“Normally, I’d agree, but we need the weapons. So… I think it’s worth the risk.”

“Me too.” Lucas agreed with Nancy.

“Yeah, but is it worth the time? It’ll take all day to bike there and back.” Dustin asked the group and Eddie answered back.

“Who said anything about bikes?” you looked at Eddie with confusion in your eyes.

“What, you got some car we don’t know about?” Steve asked with irony in his tone.

“It’s not exactly a car, Steve. It’s not exactly mine but, uh… it’ll do.” he said with a smirk on his lips before turning to Max “Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandanna, something like that?”

Max indeed had something he could use. She digs out of her room her old Halloween mask of Michael Myers and Eddie puts it on to hide his face from anyone who might accidentally spot you. You get out of the trailer and start following after Eddie. You end up at a van across the park, the couple living there were sitting right outside listening to the radio, so you carefully made your way to the other side without being seen.

Eddie opens the window and throws himself in. You shake your head as you walk to the window.

“I can’t believe we’re stealing a van.”

“Believe it.” Steve told you and helped you get inside before heading in himself. You land on top of the built-in couch, thankful that it wasn’t the hard floor.

“Y/n, help!” you hear Dustin whisper-yell at you, so you turn around and grab his hand pulling him inside with as much power as you had. After you made sure the rest were getting in without any trouble, you followed Eddie and Steve to the front, watching in shock as Eddie hot-wires the van.

“Where’d you learn how to do this?” Steve asks him.

“Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire. Now, I swore to myself I wouldn’t wind up like he did, but now I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, you know, I’m really living up to that Munson name.” it was obvious he wasn’t very fond of his father, if not by his words then definitely by his tone, still you couldn’t help but be impressed by his quick technique.

“Impressive.” you tell him and feel a set of hands land on your shoulders. You turn your head and see Robin behind you.

“Uh, Eddie? I’m not sure I love the idea of you driving.”

“Oh, I’m just starting this sucker. Harrington’s got her. Don’t ya, big boy?” Eddie looks up at Steve with big smirk on his face, making Steve confused. Eddie however doesn’t pay attention to your faces, and finally starts the van, music interrupting the quiet immediately making you targets “Saddle up, Henderson.” Eddie tells you with the same smirk before you start hearing yelling from outside.

The couple had finally realized there were intruders in their van and began knocking on the windows to stop you. You do as Eddie told you and hurry to buckle yourself in the passenger’s seat while Steve motions for Eddie to get out of the driver's one so he can start the car.

“It’s just a car.” he tells himself, building up the courage to drive this thing before addressing the rest of the group “Everybody, hang on to something!”

“Steve!” you call out for him when you make the mistake of looking at the woman who was cursing you for stealing her van. The angry look on her face makes you anxious and full of guilt.

“Drive, Steve! Drive!” Dustin yelled and the car finally started going. It was a harsh start so you held on to everything that your hands could reach “Shit, they look pissed.” Dustin pointed out when he saw the owners from the back window.

“It’s not everyday you lose your house and car in one fell swoop.” Robin said.

“Hold on! Hold on!” Steve warns you and harshly turns the car, hitting some garbage cans in the process. He groans as he makes one final turn, exiting the trailer park and getting on the road, tires endlessly screeching.

You were an hour into the trip, silence overtaking the vehicle. You were looking around the road, staring at the trees passing by, when your eyes shifted over to Steve. He looked more relaxed behind the wheel now than he did when the journey first began.

“You doing okay?” you ask him and for a second he turns his head to look at you, before returning back forward to focus on the road.

“Not half bad… considering this is a house.” he jokes and you giggle. The sound of your laughter ignites a very precious thought he’s had for quite a while, only now feeling the courage he needed to share it. With everything that’s happening it’s better to tell you now than be too late “Yeah, it’s… it’s silly, but I- I’ve actually… I always had this dream that I’d have this really… really big family. I’m talking, like, a full brood of Harringtons. Like, five, six, kids.”

“Six kids?” you stare at him, mouth open in shock.

“Yeah. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys. And- and then every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and… just see the country. You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. End up in some beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand. Learn how to surf or something.” a small fond smile appeared on your face as you listened to him, but you still weren’t able to let down the number.

“Well, that all sounds great, but I can’t carry six kids.”

“Who says I’m talking about you?” Steve asks humorously and you scoff at his teasing.

“Oh really? Okay, so then you better go find that someone, because I’m not doing it.”

“Come on, we did a great job with these ones.” he points to the back, obviously talking about the kids.

“This is different. They’re grown, not babies. I went through it with Dustin, trust me it is no easy job.”

“I don’t know. I feel like if you’re with the right person, it’s easy.” you couldn’t help but blush at his words. However, you also couldn’t control the laughter that came over you when you started analyzing your current situation “What?” he asks you confused over your reaction.

“I just can’t believe you’re telling me about starting a family together, but the idea of moving in together scares you.” you didn’t want to make him feel bad with your laughter. If you were being honest, you had gotten over that a long time ago. If he wasn’t ready for such a big step, you wouldn’t force it upon him. You loved him, and your relationship, and that was enough for you.

Steve, on the other hand, was biting his lip knowing he had to speak to you about the misunderstanding and explain to you what was actually going through his head at that moment “Y/n, about that, I-” your smile died down when you realized his voice was smaller than you had expected “When you asked me that, I didn’t hesitate because of you… I hesitated because of myself.”

“What do you mean?” your eyebrows scrunch.

“I need you to believe me that I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to move in with you, it’s just… I’m afraid I’m not enough for the world outside of Hawkins. Here… it’s secure. Here I have a job, a house, my friends. Out there I’m no one. I have no skills to show for myself, I’m- I’m useless.” your heart breaks at his words. You hadn’t realized this is what concerned him. If you knew you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did. God, you feel like an idiot. Especially when you easily see through him and understand where this was coming from.

“These aren’t your words, honey.” it wasn’t hard to decipher his words. You’ve had the ‘dad talk’ plenty of times, and it always starts with another one of his dad’s comments about Steve’s education and/or his job. There is one specific word he uses when he speaks with his son: useless. You hate that word so much; it sickens you to your core. Because Steve is anything but that.

“Is he wrong?” his voice breaks and your hand grabs his free one, desperately wanting to console him.

“Yes.” your voice is stern, and your eyes never move from the side of his face. He couldn’t bear to face you, because if he did even for a second the tears would spill out before he could stop them “Because he doesn’t know you. Not the way I do. We do.” you point to yourself, and the others at the back “You are smart, and strong, and capable of achieving anything you wish to. And I know that because I know how determined you are. Steve, you have risked your life so many times for us just because you wanted to. That night at the Byers’ house, you came back to help us even after we told you to leave, even after you were scared. You stayed. You faced your fear back then and you can do it again. And this time I will never leave your side. I love you, Steve. More than you know, and I want to help you chase your dream. Whatever it may be.”

His eyes finally met yours and he could see just how much you truly meant everything you just said. He doesn’t know what he wants to do, but right now he’s felt more sure than ever that if he’s with you, he can make it. He slips his fingers in between yours and brings your palm to his lips, a soft kiss landing on your skin.

“I love you too. Thank you.” you smile at him and stay with your hands connected for as long as you could.

When you arrived at War Zone you decided to split the group, so only you, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Erica went inside. Your eyes scanned the huge store while trying to guess how many people were here.

“So much for avoiding angry hicks.” Robin commented.

“Let’s be… fast. Yep?” Nancy said, and you all agreed.

You went your separate ways, each of you having different tasks to complete. You were in charge of finding some clothes for all of you as you desperately needed to get out of your dirty, ripped ones. You scan the clothing aisle to find anything that could be useful and fighting an interdimensional demon appropriate. You found a brown jacket and showed it to Steve, who nodded his head in approval. It was an army jacket that you decided to pair up with a camo T-shirt and new pants. You also found a deep green jacket for yourself and a new black shirt, so you could remove your old one.

You both went to one of the dressing rooms and quickly changed to avoid all the weird stares you had been getting from the moment you got there. After you were done you gathered some more clothes for the rest and headed over to Robin who had a cart.

“How many of these do you think we need?” she asks you, holding up a bottle of gasoline, as you place the big pile of clothes in the cart.

“Five or six.” Steve responds and starts putting in more.

After you had sorted the clothes as much as you could in the cart, you looked up and realized that Robin’s attention was focused elsewhere than the matter at hand. You follow her gaze with curious eyes, eventually letting a smile grow on your face when you see who she is staring at. You lightly hit Steve’s shoulder, pointing towards Vicki and he immediately understood what was going on.

“What are you gonna do, Robin? Just stand here and gawk at her?” Steve teased her, but Robin was too distracted to come up with a good comeback.

“Shut up.”

“Go talk to her.” you gave her a little push. You bit your lip when you saw her take a step to go to Vicki, but everything got ruined in mere seconds. Your smile slowly faded when you saw a guy go over to Vicki, talk to her, and kiss her. It broke your heart, so you could only imagine how Robin was feeling.

Robin could not tear her gaze from the kiss in front of her, her entire stomach doing a flip when Vicki’s eyes fell on her.

“Oh, Robin-” you tried to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off and ran quickly away from you. Steve called after her, but it was already too late. You looked at Steve and told him to continue getting everything you needed. In the meantime, you were gonna be looking for Robin.

“That girl knows how to play hide and seek.” you murmured under your breath, your eyes scanning the store for any sign of your friend. You were looking for the past ten minutes and the only thing you found was insane prices for insane products.

Suddenly something hit you from behind startling you. You turned around, ready to confront the person who did it, when you realized it was just Erica who had hit you with her own cart.

“We need to go.” her tone was serious, making you immediately anxious.

“Why, what happened?”

“They happened.” she pointed behind you. You scrunched up your eyebrows at her behavior before turning around and seeing what made her act like this.

“Shit.” the whole basketball team, the one chasing Eddie and the kids were here doing the same thing you were. Gathering resources for their big hit.

After that, you all acted very quickly. You had to pay for what you had, find everyone who was missing, and leave the store without getting caught. As Steve was at the register with Max and Erica, you and Nancy were able to find Robin who was hiding in one of the dressing rooms. She didn’t waste any time when you told her what was happening and helped you carry the shopping bags to the car. Steve opened the door and one by one you all headed inside.

“What happened?” Lucas asked you all.

“We gotta go.” Steve said and, in a hurry, settled the bags he was holding down before climbing onto the driver’s seat. You quickly followed behind him.

“Your old friends are here.” Erica informed Lucas who cursed at the realization.

“Let’s go!” Dustin repeated at you, making Steve raise his voice as well.

“I’m going! I’m going! Just sit down!” he started the car and took off for Hawkins to continue your plan.

Your eyes roamed across the hill, landing on all the separate groups of your party. Lucas was with Erica preparing the spears, Max was watching Nancy fix up her gun, and your brother was making shields with Eddie. Well… they were actually goofing around but it looked like they did a good job on them. And it was nice seeing your brother aloof for even just a moment.

You were in charge of gearing up your clothes, making them as protected as you could for your and Dustin’s groups. After you had found a quiet place to relax, you began preparing your plan. Nancy divided you into three teams: The first team was Lucas, Erica, and Max who had the role of the bait to lure Vecna, the second team was Dustin, Robin, and Eddie who were going to distract the Demobats, and you were part of the third team with Steve, and Nancy who were going to kill Vecna.

You all agreed with the plan at first but right now something wasn’t sitting right with you. Watching Dustin out there laugh and have fun pulled on your heart. You’ve been over this road four times now and you’re worried something bad is going to happen. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt. However, as his big sister, Dustin was your priority.

You always made sure to be with him in moments like this, learning from your mistakes from 1983 when you left the party to go with Jonathan and Nancy to fight the Demogorgon. That same night you all lost Eleven. Dustin’s sad face for the next months was so clear in your mind, even now. After that moment you made a promise to yourself to always help him and protect him in big and small things.

Leaving him now in that group without you, just… felt wrong.

“We finished up with the bombs. How is everything going on here?” your head snapped to your right at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. Despite your worry, his presence always pulled a small smile on your face.

“Great. I just finished up with Dustin’s uniform. And my own…” your final words were paired with a sigh, expecting the confusion that quickly covered his face.

“You’re sure this isn’t Robin’s? You’re supposed to be on our team, remember?” his hands inspected the clothes filled with gear that was meant to protect group 2 from the bats.

“About that… I think it’ll be better if I stay with Dustin.” you finally said.

“What?”

You stood up from your seat, your lips letting out a sigh as you took his hand into yours for both of your comfort “Steve… This is our fourth time doing this. Our luck is running out and I have to make sure that he’ll be okay. I hate leaving him alone and I know you can take care of yourself, and it kills me to leave you behind but… I have to be here. I need to protect him in any way that I can.” you were playing with his fingers by the time you finished talking, your eyes watching your hands move, only focusing back on his face when his left hand touched your cheek.

“Okay, I get that… It’s gonna be weird not having you with me during the fight for the first time, but I can deal with Robin, it’d be fine.” you smiled and leaned in to leave a peck on his cheek “Just be careful. I want a girlfriend to come back to at the end of this.”

He chuckled at the end, obviously making a joke, but you couldn’t help but feel bittersweet at his words. Because you wanted to come back to him and fight for all of your safety. However, you also knew that if a sacrifice was needed, you were willing to take it. For them.

“I will.”

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Wreck Me Like a Hurricane

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: That supposed to be an innocent visit to Patrick's favorite SPA salon, but suddenly it went so wet wrong.

◥ WARNINGS: 18+/ NSFW │oral sex (Patrick receiving), fingering, quiet sex, creampie, nipple play, finger sucking, spanking, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, body worship, dirty talk, pet names.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.6k

◥ A/N: I was thinking about this idea for a long time and finally decided to write it. I hope you like it, love you all!💕🥰

◥ LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

The pleasant scent of aromatic candles and flower oils was in the air, as you were laying on the massage table on your belly, breathing it in, feeling yourself relaxed more than ever. After all, maybe it was not a bad idea of accepting Patrick’s invitation to visit his favourite SPA salon. The masseuse, an Asian middle-aged woman, was working out all your back muscles, so you nearly gasped from pleasure as your sedentary lifestyle made itself known.

Putting your head on your elbows, you almost fell asleep when your white towel, which was the only thing covering your body, started to slip down, revealing the delicate skin of your loin. First, you didn’t react as you were so focused on the delightful sensations of how masterful hands were rubbing every little pitch of your body. But then, you literally flinched in your place as the towel was removed completely, leaving you exposed and confused.

“Excuse me,” you turned to the masseuse, but the person you saw beside you was nothing even close to her. “Patrick?! Are you crazy?"

Smirking, Bateman smacked your ass with a nasty sound, pressing you down against the massaging table. “Shush, Cupcake. Don’t pretend you were not enjoying your massage,” he kneaded your bare hips, which were soaked in rose oil–his palms were sliding perfectly smoothly. “You didn’t even notice the difference.”

His sassy chuckle made your cheeks warm up a bit from embarrassment, but you would not give in so easily. “What are you even doing here?”

“Just thought we could have a lil fun around here...”

“No!” you decisively wrapped his hand in order to take it off from your legs. “Patrick, please! Not here! I don’t think I'll survive through this if we get caught…”

“Jesus, (Y/N),” he drew near to the back of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent and whispering. “You’re such an innocent soul, but we both know how dirty your mind is.” Growling, he snuggled into you from behind, peppering small hickeys all along your naked back, starting with your shoulder blades and going lower to your loin.

“Mmm-Daddy, p-please… Don’t!”

“That's not very convincing,” Patrick purred against your skin, briefly touching himself through his thin white robe as he was so rock hard. “You have nothing to worry about, my little slutty girl… Daddy took care of everything.”

Gasping deeper, you were about to moan with how his long fingers sneaked between your buttocks, brushing teasingly against your feverish lower lips, forcing them to twitch in thrilling anticipation. “W-what do you mean?”

“I gave that bitc…I mean, your masseuse, fifty fucking dollars for not disturbing us,” he murmured near your ear, his palm tensed on his groin from ravenous need. “And I’m not gonna waste it.”

With that said, Bateman pushed two fingers inside your dripping pussy, causing all your insides to spasm as you arched your back with a muffled cry: “A-aaww! O-oh my…”

“Shhhhh, Cupcake,” Patrick muttered, curling and twisting his digits to hit as many of your sweet spots as he could. “It’s only the beginning, but I need you to stay quiet. Will you do it for Daddy?” you nodded, closing your mouth with a hand whilst your legs were already trembling from his sensual ministrations. “That’s my girl...”

Quickly licking his lips, he leaned down to your ass to leave a bite on your butt cheek before he kissed his mark, sucking on it with animalistic possession and kept touching himself. Panting nearly notable, you could hear him snarling through his gritted teeth as he was suppressing himself from making any loud moans too, when he suddenly mused:

“Lay on your back…” His shaky voice spoke for itself as the carnal passion overtook his mind.

Obeying, you flipped around, so your gazes finally met–your foggy eyes were drowning in his brown ones. “I… I’m not sure if I can really keep quiet,” you whined, watching him cleaning his fingers as he took them inside his mouth. “What if they hear us?”

Grinning devilishly, Bateman walked around the massaging table, so now he was standing above your head. Slowly, he undid his robe and as you assumed-he had absolutely nothing beneath it.

“I got you, my baby girl,” he husked, stroking his leaking dick with one hand, and pinching your hard nipple with another. “Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good…”

Closing your eyes again, you bit your lip with how his hot mouth caught your little peak, swirling his hot tongue around it and inducing your toes to curl; your palms had to clench into the fists from unbearable pleasure and the inability to give your emotions a way out through your moans.

Aroused as hell, Patrick was alternating between your nipples, latching at them like a baby when he unexpectedly trapped one of them between his white teeth, coaxing your throat to spasm in a muted wail: “Mhhhm, Pat…”

With no warnings, Bateman pressed his stony cock against your lips, possessively alluding to you what he expected you to do next with slight thrusts of his hips. Letting his dick sink into your heated mouth, you instinctively opened your legs wider, encouraging him to slide his large palm down to your cunt, as he was toying your clit just the way you needed.

Feeling the strong vibration around his girth, Bateman got closer to you, pushing himself deeper inside your throat, speeding up the pace of his rubbing strokes along your sensitive tip. “Shit…” he breathed out, watching his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. “I’m not even surprised… That the best way to shush a whore like you is to make her choke on my dick.”

Frowning from his huge size, you clung to his hips with all power that had left, feeling your saliva shamelessly flowing down your face along with your tears; hearing nothing but wet slick sounds of his beefy shaft gliding down your throat and his experienced fingers, which now were all soaked in your juices as he was shoving them inside your blushing cleft, as mercilessly as he was attacking your mouth.

Tensed as a spring, Bateman grabbed your chin for support, thus fixating your head in one place, before he exhaled: “A-aarhg, f-fuck!” he threw his head back, his messy hair covering his sweaty forehead. “As much as... I wish to drown your little mouth in my cum… I still need to fuck this tight pussy...” Huffing, he looked down between your legs to see how your moist skin was glistening as you were so fucking wet, that scene almost made him cum right here right now.

“Mmm, y-yes,” you sucked on his swollen tip, squashing his hand which was playing with your dripping cunt, giving you no rest. “Fuck m-me, Daddy...p-please!”

It was not even a need anymore, as you felt an arching tension inside your womb and only he could soothe your pain.

“What a cock addicted slut,” he laughed, pulling out his fingers and running them all across your belly, going up to your lips, leaving a wet trail of your slickness behind. “So needy, look at ya.”

Demandingly, he replaced his cock with his fingers, forcing you to suckle off your own wetness from them, and then he removed his robe completely, strolling across the massage table to put it on the chair nearby. The opened view of his fully exposed body made you gasp and put your legs together as your inner walls were almost burning as if they were scorched.

When Bateman came back to the table, he patted the spot on the edge, commanding in a raspy voice: “Come to Daddy.”

Gulping, you sit in front of him, allowing him to spread your legs and take a place between them. At that moment, you couldn't focus your vision on something specific as your eyes were gliding over every little feature of him: the way his eyebrows tensed when he poked at your entrance, rubbing his moist tip against your folds; the way his nostrils turned red as he finally bottomed out, making you both gasped at the same time.

“A-aahh, Daddy…Mmmhn,” with no words said, Patrick shoved his thumb inside your mouth, mumbling something inarticulately into your ear to shush you as his fat girth was ripping you apart from the inside. “Mmm-Pattt…”

You nearly sobbed, when he squeezed your hips almost painfully, ramming into you deeper by the second, you could feel his heavy balls slapping against your butt, as you were opened wide for him like a Christmas gift.

“Oh, fuck… Your pussy clings to my dick so greedily…” Bateman snarled, forcing you to lean on your elbows and pressing your leg along his broad chest, putting it almost on his shoulder. “Aarghhh-holy fuck!!...” He closed his eyes, pounding into your little body relentlessly, stretching you so fucking deliciously.

Shaking like a leaf, you were the first to fall over the edge as the walls of your womb were pulsating so vigorously; it made you almost faint–you had to press a palm against your mouth to suppress a wild moan of pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to cum inside your overstimulated pussy, pumping you with his warm seed until it began to run down your thighs.

Breathing heavily, Patrick leaned over you to stroke your cheek and whisper: “You are mine, Cupcake… And always will be.”

There was pure obsession in the way he pronounced these words, your affection was so strong– you suddenly found yourself ready to be claimed by him again and again and that terrified you; your head and your heart were in conflict with each other, and just one thought of being possessed by him literally rocked your world.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader

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blue-disco-lights · 8 months ago

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✨ Tag Game Wednesday ✨

I love talking and learning about music - thank you @jrooc @creepkinginc @energievie @deedala @sgtmickeyslaughter &

@ms-moonlight-inn for tagging me. You are all so cool and have fantastic taste 💕

Name: Julia

What is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month? I'm not familiar with these artists individually, but they make up the Ambient House playlist I have on replay at work

What song do you know all the lyrics to? Paul Revere by Beastie Boys 😂

What song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don't? Smells Like Teen Spirit? Actually most songs as I’m terrible with lyrics.

If you were to be crowned Queen/King/Royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be? New Order

What band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists? Tame Impala or Beach House - new genres for me!

Favourite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately? I truly am terrible with song lyrics - I’m usually so focused on the beat or melody that the lyrics kind of happen and I don’t digest them. That doesn’t bode well for someone trying to write, right?

Guilty pleasure band or song? Oh all kinds, but here please enjoy City Girls and Kylie Minogue

Okay let's talk fandom music:

Fave band or song you've discovered from a Fan Fic? Hozier because of Like Real People Do

Fave Fanfic Playlist? Teenage Dirtbag and Cooperative Gameplay because they are excellent and the songs are older and I recognize them lol - but a very special shoutout to In My Veins Like Lightening, Africa, None the Wiser, and The Menagerie

Fave Gallavich song? Love is a Battlefield, of course

Do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist? I do! It’s a great way for me to learn what people listen to currently lol

What song do you think is Gallavich coded? I’ve said it before and I will say it again - lyrics here

What’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today?

If you'd like to play 🪄 @palepinkgoat @suzy-queued @deathclassic @mybrainismelted @michellemisfit

@ian-galagher @heymrspatel @roryonic @mmmichyyy @heymacy

@wehangout @callivich @crossmydna and anyone else who'd like to share :)

#tag game wednesday #i may not be up on all the latest but i do love to talk music 🎶#Spotify

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colorfull-cord · 2 years ago

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A lovely drunken night

Ships: Wilbur x Y/n

!WARNINGS!: being drunk, cussing

Summary: After a long night out on the town you get back to your place to find Wilbur and Tommy

The whole night was a blur. At first you remembered going over to a party with some friends then at the door step of yours and your boyfriends house. You were completely wasted, not only were you totally drunk and dizzy you also had half of your makeup melted off your face and a huge stain on the front of your beautiful red skinny dress. Without even telling Wilbur about your arrival you waltz in with no introduction. All you could see was Wilbur and Tommy on the couch watching a movie. “ is that the lion king…. I…. LOVE the lion king” you say slurring some of your words. “HAH YOUR COMPLETELY FUCKING WASTED” Tommy shouts out laughing his ass off “shut the fUck up you… you… ah I can’t even think of a word.” You say sitting on the ground trying to take your heals off. “Love, how much did you have to drink tonight?” Wilbur says walking over to you half way smiling trying not to laugh. “Ohhhhh heyyyyyyy my soft British boyyyy” you say smiling up at him your eyes partially closed. Tommy couldn’t help but start to laugh harder as Wilbur knelt down to help you. “Ok Tommy I’m gonna take them to our room you can watch whatever in here.” He says scooping you up into his arms carrying you into y’all’s bedroom. “So can you please explain what happened tonight?” He said while getting out a pair of sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts for you to change into. “Well… me and my friends went to this bar… and theeeeeeen we started to have a lot of fun like A LOT. Then I had likeeeeeee 20 or so shots and 4 bottles of beer. Theeeeen this guy tried to hit on one of my friends sooooo I threw my drink at him then he splashed hissss drink onto meeee hehehe then I punched him in the face. Then I was somehow.. here.. oh and I threw up likeeeee 3 or 4 times..” you said while laying out sprawled put on the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ y/n” he said walking over to you with a complete set of new clothes for you. “Can you help me take this dress off pleaseeeeee.” you say standing up next to him. “Fine” he replied reaching down and pulling your dress over your head. He then gave you your clothes that you quickly put on. “Come into the bathroom love I need to take your makeup off and fix your hair.” “Okkkkkk” you say stumbling into the bathroom. He reaches over to grab a makeup remover wipe gently wiping your face off trying to get everything off. He turned you around quickly before you could react he started to brush your hair out and put it into the best messy bun that he could. “Let’s go back into the living room with Tommy” he replied grabbing your hand and guiding you to the living room. He sits down waiting for you to climb into his lap which you definitely did. “Night night William Gold.” Say before passing out. “Good night love you too.” He says smiling and giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “LETS WATCH THE LION KING!!!!” Tommy says excited. “Fine fine just turn it down a little but please.”

*hope liked it lol it was based off a friends story of getting drunk at church then coming home lol. Tell me if there are any mistakes please* ❤️🫶😘💕

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sofasoap · 1 year ago

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I would like to apologize for the spam liking but I couldn’t help myself. Once I started reading the Lastochka series, I couldn’t stop until I read everything! I think that you single-handedly made me fall in love with Nikolai and I thank you for it!!

Like playing with Russian roulette, even Lady Fortuna's luck runs out.

This is hands down one of the best lines I’ve ever read anywhere! I was literally frothing at the mouth after reading it!

Nikolai screaming “SHE IS MY WIFE!!” will forever be seared into my brain.

"My brother in law."

"I am not your fucken brother in law."

"Yes you are."

"I didn't agree for you to be in my family. grabbing the glass of vodka Sergio offered to him, he sniffed it before taking a sip. " Steaming Jesus, this is some strong stuff.?

"Best Russian Vodka you can get out there".

"Hm. still a bit short compared to the best Scotch whisky." Soap remarked.

Awww, they’re bonding!!

"I am sure my Russian charm will win them over very quickly." Nikolai laughed.You rolled your eyes, his optimism and ego never cease to amaze you.

His charm will win me over any day.

The crack fics literally made me fall over laughing! Like she was more worried about her floors than marrying him. And the “don’t worry, I’m from Russia” taxi meme had me struggling to breathe. 😂😂😂

Also his nicknames for her…..if anyone calls me those I will marry them on the spot!!!

Your Russian was pretty spot on, coming from someone who is part Russian, so you have nothing to worry about on that end! Side note off of that: Anya is also one of my nicknames so it was fun to see it pop up in your story!

I cannot wait for the rest of your Lastochka-Raging Waves series and more Nikolai stuff from you!! Thank you so much for introducing me to this!!! 💕💕💕

First of all… let me give you a hug *hug hug hug* spam reads are always welcome here on this blog ( unless you are a bot lol )

Second.. * deep breath in *

@siilvan @nrdmssgs @gamergirlbones @roosterr @homicidal-slvt we have another victim for the club!!!

Welcome to Nikolai club, or we have another sub-branch, Slavic man club. * handing out brochures * here you will find Nikolai, Makarov, Yuri, and my secret love, Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

I am so happy I have another tick of approval from another Russian speaking person!!

Oh Nik and Soap has this love hate relationship with each other. Poor Mini is the one to keep the equilibrium, keeping the Russian Bear and Scottish Unicorn in check.

As for crack fics… dont ask me what I have in my brain as well when i started it lol. I have a lot of fun throwing crack ideas in, i just want to share my wacky ideas with you peeps out there 😝

Seriously when I started this series I didnt even think too much of it, until middle of it I started to notice there’s other Nik lovers out there slowly crawling out. And to you guys, thank you so much for the support!

Ill try my hardest to make Raging waves a decent series, even if it burns my brain and souls out…,

And again, thank you so much, you have no idea how happy I was waking up to this ask *hug again *

#ask and answer #asks #call of duty #nikolai cod #lastochka series #sofasoap writes #thank you so much

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thetargaryenbride · 2 years ago

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The It Girl - C.1

Warnings: a little bit of trash talking, Jason being an a$$

Pairing: Steve x F!Byers!Reader x Eddie

Word Count: 5352

𝑨𝑵: 𝘏𝘪, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘜 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴. 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 2000𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵~ 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝑼, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 ��𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 (𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 2000𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 🦩💕

Masterlist || Chapter 2

“You okay?” asked Eddie after he finally battled off his fight or flight instinct and you looked up, startled to see another person standing close by, and surprised you haven’t noticed him earlier.

“Oh…you’re the freak,” you stood up and faced away from him, slowly going to where your belongings were lying.

“Um, excuse me? I have a name,” he bit out as the grip on his backpack tightened.

“Yeah, I know,” you quipped. “You are the Munson guy. Your father was, uh, that criminal? Who’s been in prison for god knows how long now,” you huffed as you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “I don’t know why you’re approaching me but just so you know, my boyfriend is on his way here so don’t you think of doing anything…funny,” you looked him up and down suspiciously and he let out an incredulous snort.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” he ran a hand through his hair before he moved it to rub the bridge of his nose and you arched an eyebrow. “Here I am, wanting to check on you because you were crying and you’re acting like a total bitch,” he spat out and your face distorted into one of disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“You know what? Maybe I am going to sacrifice you to the devil. Plastics like you actually deserve this kind of end,” he smiled tightly and you let out an outrageous gasp.

‘Okay. Can we…can we please rewind? Rewind, please! That’s not how the story goes. Jesus.’

Hawkins, June, Year 2005

It was the beginning of June. The days were getting almost unbearably hot and everyone was beginning to look for ways to cool themselves. And while the students of Hawkins High were not anticipating the upcoming final exams, they were surely excited about the upcoming summer vacation.

‘Okay, so, my name is Eddie Munson. I’m a pretty simple guy, you know, I love rock and roll, movies, I love hanging out with my buddies, playing D&D, and occasionally smoke some weed. Okay, it’s not occasionally. It’s every day. But life is short! You gotta enjoy it. Try everything. I have no regrets…Except for one.

“What class do we have now?” asked Jeff over the ringing of the school bell as he shut his locker and Gareth let out a humming noise while racking his brain for today’s program.

“Oh, it’s art!”

“Awh, man,” whined Eddie, running a hand through his hair. “Can we skip?”

“Do you want to repeat another year?”

“Ouch, man, that was so unnecessary!” exclaimed the boy with a fake wounded tone and put a hand over his heart, dramatically pretending that someone shot him with a bullet.

“Art class is the most fun, brochacho,” drawled Argyle happily. “We can relaax and take it easy.”

“It’s boring, though,” groaned the boy. “Nothing interesting ever happens! And I can’t draw for shit!”

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“Boys are cheats and liars! They’re such a big disgrace-“ Eddie’s eyebrows shot to his hairline the moment he entered the art classroom and saw you and Chrissy Cunningham do a little cheer while clapping your hands in an odd routine. “They will tell you anything to get to second base-ball, baseball, he thinks he’s gonna score! If you let him go all the way, then you’re-“

Their little chant was ruined by the clearing of a throat when a couple of other girls entered the classroom and Eddie and the gang quickly moved from the front of the room, not wishing to be caught in the crossfire of your two groups, and took their respectful seats. ‘Nothing interesting ever happens,’ he had said and he was ready to eat his words.

“Ew… skank alert,” announced one of the girls in disgust as she smacked her gum loudly and you and Chrissy shared an annoyed look.

“I don’t think announcing your presence is necessary, Carol. We can all see you’ve entered the classroom,” you shot back at her and her expression soured.

“Your mother-“

“Carol, Nicole, Tina, I better not hear the end of this sentence,” scolded the teacher and the girls in question froze before scurrying to their seats, making you and Chrissy giggle, place a kiss on your palms and slap the side of your hips before sitting down as well.

“I hate that beef,” grumbled Eddie as he tore through his bag to take out needed supplies and his friends snickered under their breaths. “Spoiled little girls throwing stupid insults at each other? C’mon.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m living for the drama,” grinned Argyle from ear to ear as he bobbed his head to the music he was listening to.

♫Pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side

Pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side

It a go bun (give me the music, make me jump and prance) ♫

“Mr. Argyle! The headphones!”

“Uh, yeah, my bad!”

“Ah, Y/N Byers,” sighed dreamily Argyle from across the table and Eddie looked at him weirdly. “She is a goddess trapped in a human body,” praised the boy as he stared at you adoringly and Eddie almost choked on his lunch. “I’d give anything to spend even one day with her.”

It was now lunch time and everyone has gathered at the cafeteria to grab some food, rest, and socialize. Eddie and his friends had bolted out of the classroom to get in line first in order to avoid the huge bustling crowd and the long lines and were now happily munching on some macaroni and chicken nuggets.

“Pfft, yeah right. You know that it’s more possible for angels to sprout out of your ass than for one of the populars to hang out with the likes of us,” snorted Eddie, and Gareth and the others just rolled their eyes.

“Well, at least watching and admiring them is for free.”

“Jesus H Christ! Stop acting like pervs, you idiots!” exclaimed the boy with disgust and frustration as he smacked Gareth across the head with the magazine he had been reading.

“Dude, what’s your problem? Every time we talk about Y/N and you get all moody. Why do you hate her so much? She hasn’t done anything mean to us. She hasn’t done anything mean to anyone!” inquired Gareth and Eddie scoffed.

“Yeah, whatever dude,” he grumbled, slapping the magazine on the table before he aggressively pierced a couple of innocent macaroni and shoved them in his mouth, allowing the creamy cheesy flavor to calm down his nerves.

Even though he scolded them, he couldn’t help but look in your direction.

You had just walked into the cafeteria alongside your best friends – Nancy Wheeler, Barbara Holland, and Chrissy Cunningham – and the four of you were making your way to the line of students to wait for your turn.

You were once again dressed by the trends, wearing a creamy-colored, floral-patterned, low-rise skirt that reached your knees, a light pink top, with some frills and ribbons, that showcased your abs and pierced belly button, and high platform shoes with ribbons wrapped around your ankles.

He craned his neck and watched you place two whole wheat bread slices on your plate alongside a low-fat cream cheese, a peach, and a handful of berries. He fought off another eye-roll at the way you popular girls perceived that kind of eating as healthy. He’d pick a nice cheeseburger any day.

“Let me carry it for you, babe,” Steve, who had entered shortly after you, immediately rushed to your side after seeing you, and offered his help, taking the tray off your hands, and you looked at him adoringly, following him to your usual table.

“Little miss fragile will ruin her manicure if she carries her own tray,” snorted Eddie as he watched your group go sit at the popular table that was located in the part of the cafeteria that stood erected a bit higher than the rest of the space.

They called it, The Podium.

There were a couple of tables on The Podium and they were all specifically saved for the populars. It was their area. Their domain. No ‘nerd’ dared to set foot there. It was reserved for the cheerleaders, the guys from the different sports teams, and other rich students.

“Why do they always get together?” asked Jeff and the others looked at him confused. “Cheerleaders and football players? Y/N and Steve. Chrissy and Jason.”

“Beats me.”

“Some kinda unwritten rule, I guess?”

“Man, what I would give to be able to dissect what’s in the mind of the populars and how they come up with the social norms we’re forced to follow,” shook his head Jeff and Eddie, Gareth, and the others looked at him oddly. “C’mon, don’t act like you don’t wanna know!”

“Uh, maybe…”

“See you later, man.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie bid goodbye to his group of friends before parting ways and heading for his special place not too far from the school grounds where he intended to smoke for a bit before going home. After all, he didn’t want his uncle to catch him red-handed.

But the more he got closer to the picnic table, the more he was able to hear someone sobbing. That sent a pang of panic, mixed with worry, through his heart, and his pace quickened until he finally arrived at the place, eyes widening in surprise when he saw a familiar cheerleading uniform, worn by no other than you.

Your back was pressed against the edge of the bench, you had one leg to your chest and you had crossed your arms on top of it, using them to cushion and bury your head in.

“You okay?” he asked and you sharply lifted your head to look at him, the utter definition of deer caught in headlights.

For a moment, he froze completely and the only thing he could do was stare at you.

For a moment, multiple different scenarios ran through his head. Scenarios of you being a total bitch to him and bullying him just like most of the populars did.

“Oh…you’re the freak.”

“Your father is that criminal, right?”

“Don’t think of doing anything funny like recruit me for your cult or whatever. Stoner.”

He didn’t know why his brain always acted up in such ways where he vividly imagined worst-case scenarios and his fight or fly instincts would activate. It was like a curse.

“Are you okay?” your voice snapped him out of his train of thought and his gaze focused back on you.

“Uh, yeah, I-I’m good.”

“You just spaced out on me,” you chuckled barely audibly and wiped your moist eyes before gripping the bench for support.

Eddie immediately dropped his bag on the ground and rushed to your side, grabbing you by the arm, and helping you stand up. You let out a wince as you lost balance and fell against his chest.

“Whoa, you good there? What’s going on here?” he asked with an arched eyebrow and your face scrunched up in discomfort and embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I just…I was practicing some moves while waiting for Steve but I think I may have sprained my ankle a bit.”

“You think?” he looked at you incredulously before helping you sit on the table. “Let’s see,” he stuck his tongue through the corner of his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as he propped your legs onto the bench and took off the shoe and knee-high sock of your left foot. “Is that why you were crying?” even though he wasn’t a big fan of the populars, he couldn’t help but show concern for a fellow human being that seemed to be hurt.

“Uhm…n-no, not exactly. That’s…kinda personal. You shouldn’t ask such questions to a lady you just met,” you chuckled awkwardly and he rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

“Does this hurt?” he asked after he grabbed your ankle and began to slowly move it and twist it, making you hiss.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“I don’t see any bruising or swelling, at least not yet, so I think you’ll be good in a day or two,” he sent you an encouraging smile and you tried your best to return it. “And next time don’t practice any moves on such uneven terrains,” he instructed as he stood up and gave you some space to bend and put back on your sock and shoe.

“Alright, Dr. Munson. I promise I won’t,” he smiled at your words and shook his head, bending to pick up his bag. “Thank you,” you told him after a while and he looked at you with wide eyes, still unable to believe that what had happened was real.

“Uh, no, it’s nothing, you don’t need to thank me,” he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, trying to fight off the heating of his cheeks at the way you smiled so gently and sincerely at him.

You were radiant.

No wonder you got the nickname “It Girl”.

“You know, uh…I didn’t expect you to be like that,” he commented and you lifted your eyebrows.

The two of you sat in silence for a while as you properly registered his words and formed a certain conclusion.

“You know… For a person who I’ve heard preach about appearance and how we shouldn’t judge people based on it, you’re not exactly following the example you’re trying to set,” you told him as you locked eyes and you could see the way his filled with realization. You could see the exact moment when something in him snapped and clicked and multiple thoughts began swimming in his brain which was reflected through his deep-brown irises.

Just then, you heard the huge clock at the front yard of the school ring, signaling the end of any after-class activities which meant Steve’s practice was over.

You jumped off the table, careful not to put any strain on your ankle, and picked up your bag.

“See you.”

And just like that, you were gone, leaving Eddie to mull over the whole interaction he had with you. Maybe you weren’t as bad as he thought you were. Maybe you were more than what met the eye. Maybe you were even a great person. He didn’t know that because he didn’t know you. The only thing he was able to see was the exterior you were showing to others which wasn’t an indicator of the person you were. Not to mention he had been too quick to jump to… certain conclusions.

You were right.

He shouldn’t have judged you based on something so superficial. Or based on what happened before because he didn’t know the whole story.

He wasn’t following the example he was trying to set.

And suddenly he understood why Gareth and the others were so curious about you and the other populars. Because maybe things were so much different than what they were able to see on the surface.

And now he was intrigued.

He wanted to learn more about you.

A few days later

♫Mental wounds not healing

Life's a bitter shame

I'm going off the rails on a crazy train ♫

“I’m going off the rails on a crazy train,” Eddie heartily sang the lyrics to one of his favorite Ozzie Osborn songs as he drove his van, one hand steadily steering the wheel while the other tapped to the rhythm as he slightly rocked back and forth and bobbed his head.

He was currently heading for Gareth’s house where the band was to gather today and practice their newest song. Corroded Coffin was beginning to slowly gather more fans and visitors to the Hideaway and he was beyond happy with the way fate finally smiled at him and his friends.

“What?” he muttered quietly as he saw a big sign in front of him that read ‘Bikini Carwash & Pool Party’, written in bold, pink font with a white outline, and sparkles drawn around it. He furrowed his brows when he saw a huge crowd not far from his location with cars driving towards it and he shook his head.

‘Typical’, he thought at first.

But suddenly, he hit the brakes and tilted his head, eyes darting left and right, up and down, as his brain raced with thoughts. What if you were there? He didn’t want to admit it but in the past couple of days since your accidental meeting, his intrigue had only grown and he had looked for any kind of opportunity to cross paths with you.

Of course, nothing had worked because you were never alone and had either Steve or your friends and teammates with you and he didn’t want to deal with them and the odd looks they were undoubtedly going to throw his way.

He was almost ashamed to admit he had considered befriending Jonathan – your brother and the best photographer at school – just so he could learn some more about you.

The boy let out a long exhale before he drove backwards and turned around, heading for the crowded spot. His eyes looked over the multiple people as he carefully drove past them and his eyebrows shot to his hairline at the sight of all the bright colors. He was already getting overwhelmed by the pinks and purples and greens and yellows. It felt like a rainbow exploded in this place. And whoever had organized this had purposely chosen to host it right next to the huge public pool so they could combine the carwash with a pool party.

And then he saw you.

You were talking to someone, laughing at something they said, while you were in the midst of cleaning a car. You were wearing a bright blue bikini with a white tropical flower stamped on one side, white, knitted shorts with blue and gold patterns woven in them, and high-platform blue shoes. Your hair was tucked nicely in a bun with only a couple of strands escaping and framing your face, and you had on a golden necklace with a dolphin tail that shimmered in the sun.

“Hey, watch it!” someone shouted and he harshly hit the brakes for the second time today, the deafening screech making a couple of heads turn to see what was going on.

He lifted a hand and smiled awkwardly, apologizing through clenched teeth and a tight smile as the students he almost hit lifted their hands in a ‘What the fuck, man?’ manner and looked at him as if he was a dumb imbecile before continuing on their way.

He let out a sigh as his head dropped and hit the wheel. He knew it was a stupid idea to come here of all places. It’s like disaster was bound to happen every time he tried to mingle with the populars.

“Hey, you okay there?” your voice sounded and he shot up straight, head snapping to look out of the open window, and he came face to face with the cause of his heated cheeks.

“I, uh, I-I’m good!” he grinned and leaned on the windowsill, trying to play it off cool. “Hi,” he lifted his hand in a greeting and kicked himself internally.

“Hi,” you giggled. “We have to stop meeting like that… Don’t mind them. Sometimes they are the ones who don’t watch where they’re going,” you chuckled and tried to reassure him, making him relax a bit. “Why don’t you park over there and me and the girls will come wash the van,” you suggested and he turned to look at where you were pointing before back at you, gnawing at the inside of his cheek.

“Uhm, how much do you…charge again?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Well, honestly, it doesn’t matter. Whatever you’re able to give will be helpful.”

“Helpful?” he arched a brow and you tiled your head, confusion clearly written on your face.

“It’s a charity carwash,” you revealed and his jaw slacked. “We’re gathering funds for the local retirement home. I spoke to Ms. Driscoll a couple of days ago and she said they are in need of some more medical equipment soo I discussed it with the others and we came to the conclusion that while the adults can easily donate money, we also had to do our part in contributing to this cause so, here we are,” you finished as you lifted your arms, turning your head to look at the bustling crowd around you, before dropping them back down and facing Eddie once again.

“Oh…wow,” was the only thing he could muster as he stared at you almost unblinkingly and your smile grew, eyes glinting playfully.

“What is it? Are we still judging by appearance?” you asked as you sent him a knowing look and he snapped out of his staring and cleared his throat, unable to meet your eyes at first.

“Uh, no, NO, it’s just, I’m just amazed, that’s all,” he explained as a smile grew on his face. “You’re doing something great. Really.”

“Thanks!”

“Listen, I actually know a thing or two about cars, so,” he drawled. “I can help clean them on the inside,” he suggested and your eyes widened.

“For real!?”

“Yeah!”

He never believed that a couple of minutes later he’d find himself being dragged by you, hand in hand, towards a crowd of popular kids in colorful bikinis who sprayed water and soap everywhere. And when some foam landed on him, he couldn’t help but think he was a genius for leaving his leather jacket behind.

Although his Iron Maiden t-shirt was most probably going to be ruined.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Music blasted through the speakers, soap bubbles filled the air alongside the sound of laughter, people were playing volleyball and jumping in the pool, some were drinking cocktails, some were relaxing on inflatable mattresses as others tried to turn them around, and he couldn’t stop looking at the way you smiled from ear to ear, laughed heartily, and happily splashed cars with foam and water, drenching yourself in the process.

“More cleaning, less staring,” startled him a voice to his left and he slowly turned to find Chrissy standing close by with crossed arms and a slight teasing smile. “If Steve catches you looking at his girl, you’ll get into serious trouble.”

“I wasn’t staring at her,” he was quick to defend himself, resuming his cleaning, but Chrissy only chuckled as she uncrossed her arms and walked closer to him, leaning on the car he was currently washing.

“I understand the kind of impact she has on people and trust me, I’m not threatening you or something. I’m not going to tell Steve. Just…be more careful,” she smiled genuinely at him and he was once again stunned at the sincerity and kindness of yet another popular girl.

“Thanks…I guess.”

“Oh! Speaking of the devil!” exclaimed the girl and he turned to see you approaching them.

“We’re almost done with the cars!” you announced and Chrissy clapped happily. “We can finally go change and properly enjoy the party!”

“Let’s skip to the dressing rooms then!”

“Sure, just give me a moment,” you told her and she nodded before throwing one last glance at Eddie and leaving the two of you alone.

“What is it?” asked the boy suspiciously.

“I was going to offer you to stay for the party. Have fun with us,” you suggested and he narrowed his eyes, throwing the sponge back in the bucket, a couple of water droplets splashing out of their confines and landing on your feet.

“Look, Y/N…I don’t wanna sound rude or anything but…isn’t that a bit conceited of you?”

“Conceited? In what way? What do you mean?” you asked with wide eyes and he let out a sharp breath, running his hand through his hair and averting his gaze from yours.

“Seriously? You mean to tell me you haven’t seen the way Jason Carver, Tommy H, and the rest have bullied the shit outta me? And you want me to come to a party where they’ll be at? Nah, I’m skipping that. I don’t want to mingle with your crowd.”

“Eddie, I promise Jason and the others won’t bother you. I’m hosting the party and I dictate the rules. If they do something stupid and kill the vibe, I’ll kick them out,” you promised and he stared at you in silence for a while, visibly weighing his options.

“Alright…I’ll come,” he relented and you flashed him the biggest grin.

“Great! Come on then!” you exclaimed excitedly as you nudged him in the pool’s direction and he hesitantly began moving towards it. “You can call your friends if you want. I don’t want you to feel awkward surrounded by strangers, even though I’ll be there and I suppose you’ve met Chrissy so she’ll have your back too.”

Have his back? Now that was a thing he never expected to hear from the populars. It almost felt like a fever dream. It almost felt like it was too good to be true and it was all a part of some super sick and twisted prank you wanted to pull on him. Because why in the world would you suddenly decide to take him under your wing and be nice to him? Something wasn’t adding up.

“Dude, I can’t believe we’re at a party with them!” exclaimed Gareth as he tucked his arms to his chest and clenched his fists excitedly, making Eddie, who was leaning casually against a table’s edge, shake his head and huff out a laughter.

“Count your lucky stars. It’s gonna be the first and last party we attend.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” smirked one of his friends and Eddie arched a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it seems like a certain someone may have taken a liking to you,” his smirk grew and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Like a person takes a liking to homeless puppies. Don’t make this weird, dude. I’m probably someone she took pity on and she sees me like, some kinda charity case,” shrugged the boy and now it was his friends’ turn to roll their eyes.

“Say it like you mean it, rock star.”

“Hey, sorry for the delay,” your voice sounded close by and they all got startled, as if afraid you’d catch them red-handed, and straightened up, turning to face your approaching form. “I had to go meet with some other friends,” you explained as you finally reached them and Eddie couldn’t stop his eyes from running over your body for, and he was ashamed to admit, the nth time today.

You had changed out of your bikini and shorts and you were now wearing a two-piece summery outfit, blue in color and with pretty patterns fitting the vibe. The top and the skirt were snugly wrapped around you and the shell necklace you wore gave the outfit a tropical finishing touch.

One thing that never ceased to amaze him was the way popular girls always took an extra step to look good and create trends and although not everything was to his liking, especially the bright colors and the glitter, he could respect their creativity. And you were always at the front when it came to those kinds of things, leading the others.

Someone yelled nearby, managing to out-shout the noisy crowd and the music, and you could all hear the sound of a loud splash as they cannon-balled into the pool, snapping Eddie out of his ogling and causing his cheeks to flush in embarrassment when the realization hit him.

But you didn’t seem to have noticed him checking you out, or you did but chose to overlook it, as you simply extended your arms, showcasing the glass jug half-full with yellow liquid that in moments appeared to be blue or purple due to the colorful lights that were lighting the place.

“Do you want some lemonade? Or you’d rather drink alcohol?” you asked and he shook his head.

“I think I’ll pass on the alcohol.”

“Is it because you’ll be driving later or just because you don’t drink?”

“I drink sometimes but, I’d rather pass. I think alcohol is overrated,” he shrugged and for a moment, his brain jumped to another scenario once again, imagining that you would call out his use of drugs, mock him, and say something along the lines of ‘Oh, and drugs aren’t?’ but you just laughed.

“Then we’re more alike than we think!” you poured a glass and handed it to him before leaving the jug on the table behind him.

“Cheers to that, I guess,” Eddie raised his glass awkwardly and your eyes crinkled as you clanked yours against his and drank the delicious liquid.

“Hey,” boomed a voice from behind you and you turned around, coming face to face with no other than one of your boyfriend’s best friends. “What’s going on here? You freaks talking up my boy’s girl? How did you even sneak in here?” he asked suspiciously as he looked between you and Eddie and the smile dropped from your face. “What, you wanna recruit her to join your little satanic club?”

“Jason, that’s not it,” you tried to explain the situation before he could do something stupid and you could see Eddie gulp nervously as his grip on the glass tightened. It was so obvious that he wanted to run away from this place as if he had hot coals under his feet.

“Hey, relax, man, we’re just having some fun,” lifted a hand in surrender Argyle, and Jason narrowed his eyes. “We’re not recruiting anyone. As a matter of fact, Y/N was the one whole invited us here.”

“You’re lying,” bit out the boy. “Why would she invite freaks like you?”

Before you could back him up and say that yes, you did, in fact, invite them to come, one of the guys beat you to it.

“I don’t know, maybe we’re better company than you, pretty boy,” shrugged Gareth and Eddie’s eyes widened comically as he grasped the boy’s arm warningly.

“Dude, shut the fuck up! You’re gonna get us all killed!” he whisper shouted and he almost broke the glass from how strong he was holding it, using it as a lifeline so he could control his shaky hands, when he noticed Jason stalk closer to them, a murderous look in his eyes.

“I dare you to say that again.”

“Jason,” you grabbed him by the arm and he turned to look at you. “You’re acting like a jackass. Stop it.”

“Look, he just misspoke,” Eddie’s voice broke as he tried to placate the angry guy who turned to stare him down and he had to clear his throat. “Tell you what? We’ll just go,” he pursed his lips and lifted his hands in surrender, taking a step backwards. “We don’t want any trouble. We’ll just leave! So, let’s forget about this, okay?” he asked, tone a bit too high-pitched for his liking, but then again he was no hero, he was no Aragorn, he was no brave Gryffindor, or Han Solo, so the only thing he could think of was how to slither out of this situation and make a run for it.

Of all the populars, there was one guy he didn’t want to confront in any case and that was Jason Carver.

“Oh, yeah?” Jason tilted his head mockingly, yanking his arm out of your grasp, causing you to stumble and slip on the wet marble. Thankfully, you managed to steady yourself by grasping onto Chrissy who had come running after witnessing the confrontation. Jason shortened the distance between him and Eddie uncomfortably, making the boy stand on edge as the hair on his neck bristled. “I don’t think so.”

Before you or anyone else could say or do anything, Jason’s hand found its way to Eddie’s shirt, grasping the fabric tightly in his fist and roughly pushing the boy off the ledge of the pool.

The startled scream Eddie wanted to release did not come out, staying stuck in his throat, as he fell backwards and hit the water.

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The Rookie

Chapter Twenty - Dinner date, Javi’s late

You get a much deserved chance to relax and catch up with Murphy, Connie and Javi.

Warnings: swearing, smoking, drinking, angsty feelings

Words: 2450

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A/N: ok I’m sorry it’s gotten a bit shit. It trailed off for a bit and I lost the way of it so some of it reads a bit too fillery but I swear I have a game plan! I still love Rookie and this version of soft Javi but bare with me- I’m a few weeks off popping a human out, I’m ill af with sinus and chest infections and I’m feeling super sorry for myself so hang tight. I’ll get back to it soon I swear 💕

You settle back in your chair, setting the knife and fork side by side on the dinner plate, nursing your full belly with a groan.

“Jesus Connie, that was amazing!”

“Thanks,” she grins.

“Just one of the many reasons I married this wonderful lady,” Murphy pipes up, shoveling another forkful of noodles into his mouth.

“Oh stop it,” she beams, looking bashful.

“Yeah, truly delicious Con,” Javi mumbles after swallowing his mouthful.

You were so hungry you shoved your food in like you hadn’t eaten in days, only speaking really once you finished, allowing Connie and Murphy to carry the conversation, mostly about Olivia and how she was settling into her new home, which apparently was like a duck to water.

“Oh I’ll clear these then we can get dessert sorted, it’s getting late,” Connie exclaims, pushing back from the table and reaching for your empty plate.

“Yeah sorry Con, meeting ran a little over.”

“Where was your meeting?” you ask suspiciously.

“Downtown.”

“Who was there?”

“Informants.”

“What kind of informants?” You knew fine rightly the kind of informants Javier Peña used to keep on a regular basis and while he hadn’t mentioned any of them recently, that didn’t mean he wasn’t still receiving information from them.

“None that concern you.” He gave your thigh a squeeze under the table that implied ‘leave it’ but he left his warm palm on your leg so you didn’t take too much offense by his tone of voice. While it should have given you goosebumps to be shot down, it made you feel protected, and safe, even though being in the Murphy’s place made you feel just as safe as being anywhere else with Javi. But it was still a strange sensation, Javi’s calloused hand on your denim clad leg. Comfortable; like everything about Javi, but dangerous in a way that made your stomach clench in excitement.

You looked at the clock on the wall, noting that it was well past eleven. Javi wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be a little late, but you still weren’t convinced by his noncommittal answers.

Connie tried to balance a plate and crockery together but they slipped and Murphy’s hand shot out to catch a falling knife from the plate.

“Here let me help,” you said, jumping up from your seat and grabbing the most haphazard looking items off Connie.

You followed her into the kitchen, as Javi rose from the table pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket, taking himself out to the balcony for a smoke, and you set the dishes into the sink before moving to the fridge and lifting out a fresh beer. You chugged the neck before leaning back against the counter, watching Connie as she bustled around the kitchen preparing dessert.

“How are you and Javi?”

“Yeah, good thanks. We’ve got a good routine and it works, gets the best out of us work wise.”

“Mm I bet. How are the living arrangements?”

“The living arrangements?”

“You and Javi living together.”

“Oh we’re not-“

“I take Olivia out for a walk at seven every morning. Don’t act like I don’t see you coming out of his, wearing his sweats and shirts.”

Your face flushed as you splutter out a response.

“Oh well, it’s just a handy arrangement, I don’t think-“

“I didn’t think anything of it, I’m obviously not privy to the workplace drama or romances. But then Steve saw one morning and if he noticed something and it got his tail wagging then I knew something must be going on.”

“There’s nothing happening I swear. I would tell you. He’s helping me out. I-“

You stop, afraid that by admitting out loud to someone else what’s been happening, it might make the reasons for it more concrete and give your brain a reason to do it again.

“I had a panic attack. And it wasn’t the first time. I haven’t had one while in Columbia but it was a bad one and Murphy and Javi were there to witness it after a chase, and Javi helped me out of it. So he’s just keeping an eye on me. Making sure I’m OK.”

Connie sets the knife she was using to cut the cheesecake down and turns to envelope you in a tight embrace.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know.”

“It’s OK,” you shrug, a little embarrassed. “It’s just nice I guess to not have to worry as much when I’m with Javi. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s hella convenient, but I feel like I won’t have another one if I’m with him and I can’t lose that focus right now. If I start down that road again and someone else finds out, I’ll get pulled from this mission. Can’t have a basket case on the payroll can you?”

You take another swig, looking at your feet while your face reddens deeper and Connie turns back to the dessert, giving you some privacy while she plates the food.

“Why do you think being with Javi will stop you having another one?”

“I just… I feel like…”

You trail off, not sure how to put into words the feelings being in Javi’s presence gives you. You feel like you belong there, right by his side. He’s a dick to a lot of people but with you he’s soft and genuine and vulnerable and you’re the same with him, and very rarely in this lifetime have you known someone who can evoke those feelings from within you. You feel safe; like you know he’s a good shot if it came down to it, but you feel protected, safe from the outside world be it physical damage or mental damage or anything that could make you feel sad or hurt. Spending every moment with him the past while has crippled you though, because the rare moments you’re apart, it hurts you to watch him go and you feel like a part of you is missing.

“Do you like him?”

“Course I do. Wouldn’t spend so much time with him if I didn’t.”

“You know what I mean,” she raises an eyebrow at you skeptically and crosses her arms expectantly, waiting for the truth.

“Fuck, I don’t know. I just know I can’t be away from him.”

Connie purses her lips in thought before turning back to the dessert.

“I haven’t seen Javi like this before. I mean, he’s always quiet and I know he’s a hard shell to crack, but Steve talks about this lonely hardass ‘Bogotá Batchelor’ and with you here every day, he hasn’t had to go anywhere else to seek solace and that’s been nice. For everyone. And that’s not like Javi. He’s so comfortable around you. It’s like you’re already a couple. You’re not a couple are you?”

“No,” you laugh. “I’m pretty sure I would know. And it’s not like that.”

“Are you sure? I saw the way he looked straight for you when he came in, and the little touches during dinner. I might be married but I’m not blind.”

You laugh again and shake your head.

“I swear, nothing’s happening. We’re not like that.”

“You’re telling me nothing has ever happened?”

You scratch the back of your neck, wincing slightly as you catch her appraising look from under your furrowed brow.

“We, um, slept together once. It was about a month ago. But we kind of fell out and only just reconciled a week or so ago so I don’t think we’ll ever test our friendship like that again.”

You didn’t need to include the kiss last week, because you definitely had no idea what the fuck that meant.

“Ahh.”

“What?”

“Steve said you and Javi had both been strange for a while but wouldn’t go into specifics. Just got really annoyed when I asked after you guys. Makes sense now.”

“Yeah you could say we were acting like dicks.”

She watches you with the flicker of a smile on her lips then questions you, “were you acting like that because you genuinely felt awkward about crossing those lines, or because your heart realized it was something you actually wanted but your mind hadn’t got the memo yet?”

Your mouth falls open and you’re stuck for something to say. What Connie said resonates with you and you wonder if your head and your heart are aligned at all? You're falling apart as it is, you can’t have them not on the same page. But as usual you push the realisation that you need to face these feelings, away to a locked compartment in your brain and traipse into the dining room after Connie, flashing a smile at Javi and a Murphy, the former who is watching you from the balcony while he draws a smoke.

Dessert is fantastic, and you’re most definitely full to the brim now, sure you’ll pop if you squeeze even one more bite in.

You lounge in your chair so you can finish your beer, Javi’s thick arm slung casually over the back of your chair and you can’t help but hyperfixate on his position. The way he’s left it there, casual in its placement, has caused his body to shift, turning into you slightly and you can’t help feel like he’s still trying to protect you, caged territorially around you like an animal sheltering its pride.

Connie throws you an all knowing smirk across the table and you stifle your coughing fit by sinking the remainder of your drink, wiping the escaped droplets with the back of your hand.

You rise to put the empty bottle in the trash, lifting other empties on your way to the kitchen and as you place the last bottle into the can, Javi peers around the doorframe, shining eyes lit up.

“Coming upstairs?”

You nod and smile at him, setting the lid down.

His shoulders seem to relax like a balloon that’s released the air, as though his shoulders were hunched in anticipation of you saying anything other than ‘yes.’ A wary grin spreads across his face and he nods towards the front door, pulling himself backwards out of the kitchen. You sigh as you hear him make his goodbyes and wonder why you over-thought the seating position at the table at all. He’s your best friend. And he told you that nothing would happen on his end. Of course he would lean an arm around you while he’s relaxing at the table. Of course he would give you a reassuring squeeze on your leg. You care about each other deeply, in a purely platonic way so that’s how you show affection and care in this scenario. Your relationship is heightened because of the stressful non stop situation you’re in. Sure you slept together but there were no feelings there, that’s why the following few weeks were awkward. Then you kissed him out of nowhere but think of the day you had had. Heightened emotions on top of heightened emotions. But you’re not awkward now. You’re friends again. Taking care of each other in the little ways you can while on a shitty mission like this one. You’re not stupid. Javi’s a hard man, reserved and simple but he’s let you in enough to peel away some of those layers so you’re not going to fuck that up again. So you say your goodbyes and follow him up the stairs.

You throw yourself onto the top of the bed, sated and sluggish after a few more beers with Javi, lounging against the headboard while he pokes about his drawers for a T-shirt for you to sleep in. His brow is furrowed and he slams the drawer shut, wrenching open the next one down.

“What’s up?”

“Have you actually used all my T-shirts and not returned a single one?” he accuses.

“I haven’t been home much to wash them and bring them back! I’ll get round to it. You’re bound to have something for me to borrow.”

“You’re at the point now where you’re looking the clothes off my very back.”

“It’s a nice shirt,” you protest.

He laughs, a real belly laugh and pulls his shirt off his head, revealing his golden chest.

“I’m kidding!” you squeal, covering your eyes childishly and pretending to peek through your fingers as he balls it up and throws it at you. “There’s bound to be something.”

“Cariño, you’re bleeding me dry here.”

You jump up and go to his wardrobe, noseying through his suits and shirts until you find an old jumper at the back, a thin layer of dust sheening the shoulders.

“Jesus when did you last wear this?”

“Some date a while ago.”

“Javi Peña doesn’t date.”

“Yes I do. They just need to be worth it.”

“The only girls you know are me, Connie, and your informants from the whore houses,” you snort, turning away from Javi and pulling your shirt off, replacing it with the jumper. “You need to broaden your horizons.”

You turn back around, looking at Javi, mustache bristling and wide hands splayed on his hips.

He lifts his gaze from the floor and looks at you expectedly.

“What?”

He doesn’t answer, dark eyes smoldering into yours before he shrugs and sits to pull his jeans off and climb into bed, almost as if he were deciding to say something or not.

You shirk your own jeans, dumping them on the foot of the bed for you to roll back on tomorrow morning for your traipse home to shower and change before work and roll the sleeves of the long jumper up to free your hands, pulling the sheet right around you and snuggling in. You eye Javi, lying on his back with his hands behind his head looking up at the ceiling distractedly.

“I’ll go home tomorrow and wash all your stuff, I swear.”

“Good. You may aswell bring some of your own stuff back too so you stop stealing mine.”

He leans over, turns off the light and rolls back towards you, pulling you in tight to his body. “Would save us some time dropping you off at yours every morning too, you’re taking longer every day and all the good coffee’s gone by the time we arrive at the office.”

He places a gentle kiss to your forehead and nuzzles his face against your hair, getting himself comfortable for the night.

It’s much later and you can hear Javi’s soft snores against your cheek telling you he’s sound asleep but you’re a million miles away from sleep. Your mind is racing, pouring over Connie’s comments and your own thoughts about them, and Javi’s last remark.

What did he mean by ‘bring some of your own stuff back too?’

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discodeviant · 2 years ago

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BILLY HARGROVE / STEVE HARRINGTON Band AU | Mature | 4k

Cowritten with @shieldofiron! 💕💕

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They shared cigarettes all the time. Between shows, during breaks when they didn’t want to lose the zone, in their hotel rooms because why shouldn’t they?

Steve was a romantic, always turning things on their heads, like sharing Billy’s smoke and putting his mouth on the filter that Billy’s had just touched a moment ago. Still damp with his saliva, the dent of his rough hold on the damn thing. It tickled Steve to think that it was like kissing. Not really, but almost. As close as he could get and as close as he could ever truly hope for.

After smoking, they returned to practice. Playing, writing, whatever it was.

“So… I wrote something last night. Will you look over it for me? I can’t think of a title.”

Billy turned his head to see Steve standing over him with his red journal in one hand, open to the newest page that he’d blessed with new lyrics. They’d been front-manning Pretty Boy since freshman year of college, and now they had a Platinum record and three albums together, each one a series of proofs of why they were both complete and utter morons. When Billy wrote lyrics, Steve looked over them and gave his feedback; when Steve wrote, Billy critiqued, but there was never anything to fix. He loved every word out of Steve’s pen and told him so every time.

“It’s—it’s good. Really good,” he said after reading it. Something about waves and honey, cherry lips of nicotine, sunkissed to the stars above. It made his stomach tight, but he meant what he said. “I mean, you describe this chick as a riptide. Names itself, doesn’t it?”

Steve’s eyes went wide, and he smiled and thanked Billy with full sincerity.

Oh, it ached.

Billy had written a song called Bambi Eyes not much later. Wide in the headlights of a broken man, pretty and rough shards reflecting off his hands. Steve chewed his lips while he skimmed the words written so carefully on Billy’s pizza napkin. He feared that if he focused too hard, he’d see the girl in Billy’s eyes and hurt himself more knowing it wasn’t him. God, how he wished that song was about him. His eyes were brown too, weren’t they?

“You must really like this girl,” he said with a quiver he hoped Billy didn’t hear.

Blue pierced into brown-but-evidently-not-brown-enough and said, “Yeah. I do.”

Robin and Heather, their drummer and rhythm guitarist, looked on with rolled eyes.

Separately, they told the boys what they and everyone else had been thinking.

“Billy was in your hotel room all night… soooo, you hit yet?” Robin eyed Steve with terrible suspicion in a Walmart parking lot, and he tossed his arms in front of him.

“We were working on the song! Jesus!”

“For the love of god, Steve, I am begging you. For the good of the band, do it.”

His face was molten.

Meanwhile, Heather ambled with Billy down the soda aisle. “You still haven’t fucked him yet? Seriously?”

Billy snapped. “What is the matter with you? No!”

“No amount of dick cologne could mask the reeking sexual tension you two give off every second you’re around each other. It makes me nauseous, Billy! Too much testosterone in the air or some shit. Please, please just go for it. He will jump into bed with you so fast—“

“Okay, okay, Christ. Fine. Fine!”

Even so, it took a while to keep his promise. Too long. Long enough that they’d written more songs, more lyrics and melodies about one another that neither quite picked up on.

He plucked at Steve’s guitar when he’d gone to the bathroom during a morning practice, not really playing anything since he was distracted by the ghost of Steve’s fingers that had been on those very same strings only a minute ago. Collecting dust that was no longer there, playing a sound that no longer played and that Billy couldn’t seem to replicate.

“In the still night, I’m stuck in half life, pretending to be right when you’re gone from my life…”

Robin rolled her eyes and walked away before having a chance to hear Heather yell at him through the open door. “Billy! You are really bring down the mood here. What the fuck are you even talking about, it’s not like he’s dead!”

He retorted back. “I am trying to express my feelings , Heather! Like you told me to! Fuck.” He cleared his throat to continue his improvised lyricism. “I haven’t gone far, but I don’t know where you are. I still haven’t learned to follow the stars. Sometimes I hope that you’re thinking of me, but I know that you’re only there in my dreams.”

As were the lyrics he sang to Steve in their hotel room that night, only this time they were accompanied by the girls who watched with bored, exhausted eyes from the corner.

“Oh, I like the dreams part,” Steve said softly.

“Thanks… can I hear yours?”

And he was shy, but Steve sang for him anyway: “I’m just a step on the ladder. When will you throw me a bone? But I know it doesn’t matter ‘cause I always wake up alone.”

Robin whispered to Heather. “God, can they get it together?”

Heather said back, “These gay-ass losers. Truly embarrassing.”

Maybe Steve was just nervous in front of them; when Billy leaned in close, shoulder to shoulder, he stammered and messed up the notes. “The bone part’s good,” Billy told him, studying his penmanship, and Heather mock-barfed behind him.

“It’s, uh… a song about wishing.”

“I can tell.”

Robin told Heather to throw her in a lake, but Heather demanded they jump in together.

“And”—Steve continued—“you know, like, wanting something or whatever. Anyway, I like the… the dream thing. We should use that.”

“Yeah, yeah… we should put them together…”

Heather suggested they put their brain cells together, but Robin would have been satisfied with a drunken make-out to cut the tension.

When the girls had left, Billy was still holed up in Steve’s room for another night—to work on the song, sure, but also lay around and drink shitty beer and Dr. Pepper. Spend time with Steve. Think back on what he promised. “Hey, you know what Heather said the other day?” he asked, covering the nerves in his laugh with a pretzel.

“Hm?”

Laughing even more, “She said we should, like, fuck. Ha! Can you fucking belie—“ And he was cut off when Steve threw himself across the bed to ram one head into the other and kiss Billy with all his might. Billy didn’t stop him. Billy didn’t think. All that went through his head was Steve Steve Steve and Steve kissing him, really kissing him, with tongue and everything. Steve had been carrying the weight of lust and something more for months already. He wasn’t gonna let Billy go that easy.

So they had sex and made out sober before they got drunk.

Billy woke up to an empty bed.

The next night, Steve’s hands trembled even more when Billy got up close to him. “I’m not—I can’t make up lyrics on the spot like you. That was all I had.”

“The hell do you mean ‘like me,’ I spend all day putting words together in my head before even thinking about saying them out loud. Come on, we’ll work on the melody and let the words fit into place.”

“Like a puzzle?”

Billy smiled, then frowned, then looked away. “Just like a puzzle. You play.”

So Steve did. Picking at strings for a while before he got a good pattern going, he kept Billy in the corner of his eye and listened for him to sing— their song.

“Woke up all alone… I don’t know where you are… something, something, with you in my dreams…”

Steve sniffled, and thankfully Billy didn’t notice, too focused on the song. “How was that? Melody okay?” God, he hoped his voice didn’t shake.

Billy looked at him again, intent and honest: “Perfect.”

And Steve wondered if Billy’s words were about the girl at the bar in Tulsa he’d been talking to, or the Creole boy in New Orleans.

“Oh, oh— kneeling at an empty throne, swearing to the king who sits high in my dreams.”

“Yeah, and then the bridge.” He plucked something a little different, a little darker because he was crumbling with every note.

“Throw me a bone. I threw mine long ago. Been waiting so long to see where this would go… Take me inside of your castle, and mine won’t shadow the glimmer of stars in your eyes…”

“Jesus.” Steve whispered, blank-faced but on the verge of tears.

“Wh—what, was that bad? You can tell me if it sucked, I just—“

“No, no, Bils, I was just listening to your voice again…”

Another night of even more drunken kisses and gripping hands and a lingering haze that both half-hoped the other would forget. Another night that Steve waited until Billy was asleep, sliding out from under his heavy hand and slipping back into his own hotel room trying not to cry.

“So.” Robin set down two coffees on the tour bus and slid into the seat by Steve. “Someone got in really early today. First at the bus, smelling like Marlboro Reds and that horrible hairspray Billy swears is so great.”

“We were finishing the song,” Steve said with a shrug that just missed being casual.

“And how did that go?” She pressed her lips together.

“Great.”

She rolled her eyes and just looked at him, “Steve. Steve.”

He held out for as long as he could, pressing his lips together, “Okay fine. We had sex again.”

“Again?”

“Oh come on, yes, again…” He groaned, pushing his coffee aside and resting his head in his hands.

She was silent for a long moment, and he could feel his next words welling up under his tongue.

“And just like in LA and Seattle and Vegas I slipped out before he woke up because I can't stand to see that disappointed look he gives me." He sighed, dragging his head up to look at her.

She frowned softly. “What look?”

“When he sees me after we hook up, he's always, like... super pissed.” Steve huffed. “And it’s one thing to see that at sound check when I can pretend to have other things to do. But if he did it when he saw me all alone and… shit, I couldn’t take it, Rob.”

“Okay, and did you ever think that might have something to do with you leaving him every time you have sex?”

He rubbed hard between his brows, “Come on, Robin. No. He doesn't even like me like that, he probably just sobers up and regrets it or something! Look, I know you and Heather want everyone to be as happy as you and I appreciate you trying to set us up, but at some point I’ll have to just accept that… nothing is going to happen…”

“Let me get this straight. Or bisexual, as the case may be. He has slept with you in several cities, and, according to you, he wakes up sober enough to regret it.” She ticked three fingers off on her right hand. "And... so he keeps having sex with you anyway?”

Steve frowned. “He's gotta get his rocks off somehow, I guess…”

“This is ninety percent of the reason I call you a dingus.”

“What?”

“I’m not trying to set you up because I want everyone coupled up. You two are so into each other. You’ve been sleeping together, like, all tour, and then afterwards he stares at you like he’s trying to burn your clothes off with his eyes.” She shook her head. “Are you actually fucking with him? Because I'd be pissed too if I kept sleeping with this person I'm, like, in love with, and they kept dipping on me in the morning.”

"Well, last time I checked, I'm the one who's in love with him and couldn't handle it if he told me to get the hell out of his bed–”

“Okay, okay, fuck. Calm down! Just… stay next time. Okay?” Robin shrugged. “If he really regrets it, then at least you’ll finally know.”

Steve inhaled and finally picked up his coffee. “Fine, I will. But if he hates me, it's your fault.”

That night, the crowd couldn't get enough of them, screaming out the lyrics even when Billy met Steve’s eye and faltered, flubbing the lyrics to Bambi Eyes.

High off the crowd, Billy had tugged Steve back to his tour bus, cheeks flushed as he tugged off Steve’s belt with shaky fingers.

“Fuck, they loved you,” Billy whispered. “Jesus… Jesus fucking Christ.”

“They loved you,” Steve replied, biting his lip and running his hands along Billy’s bare chest, sweaty from the stage, trying not to hear how close those words were to what he really wanted to say.

The next morning, Steve woke early, like usual. He turned and looked at the man next to him. His curls, gold and dyed blue, splayed across the pillow, reaching towards Steve. His hand was clasped around Steve’s waist, and his fingers dug in as Steve pulled back, just to look at him. If he made that face in the morning… at least Steve had this. He burrowed back into Billy’s arms, kissed his sleeping lips a few times, and fell back to sleep, tracing the flash tattoo skater girl on Billy’s arm, traced the lines that spelled out ‘Mad Max’ on his wrist.

When he woke up again, it was to the quiet chorus of Billy repeating, “Holy fucking shit.”

“Billy..." He murmured, dragging his eyes open.

Billy wasn’t making the face again; he was smiling, eyes lit up like a spotlight, dimple teasing the corner of his pretty mouth.

“You stayed,” he whispered.

“You smiled,” Steve whispered back.

“I... I'm glad you didn't leave this time, that's all…”

Steve inhaled shakily. Sometimes words didn’t come so easily, but this didn’t feel like words or lyrics. It felt like music. It just poured out.

“I never wanted to leave, Billy. Actually I'd like to wake up every morning like this.” He reached out, gratified when Billy didn’t shrug away.

Billy’s blue eyes sparkled. “I want you here every morning too. Shit, Steve, I want.. c'mon you know I just write about you...”

“No, I didn't know. Are you serious?”

Billy reached up to lay a trembling hand over Steve's, shifting in the sheets. “Yes, I'm fucking serious. You think I wrote about a guy with brown eyes playing with my heart that wasn't you?”

“You thought I was playing with your heart? Fuck, I have been… oh my God, Billy, I'm sorry, I—fuck.” Steve moved closer, somehow, even though they were plastered to each other.

“They're about you. All the songs. All the poems. All the liner notes.” Billy shook his head. “I thought you knew and just thought I was easy… you know…”

“N-No.” Steve shook his head, “No way. I’m just a stupid asshole. Because Riptide is about you, and that one riff in Honey, I improvised it from something you were whistling like three months ago, and, and the—”

Billy blinked at him, confused. He tended to whistle random tunes from his childhood while they were all getting ready, any random little melodies he came up with on the fly. Steve heard every one and swore he'd remember, and he never did, but he remembered that one. He was always listening for the next one, the next little hint of Billy.

“Sunrays too?”

Steve nodded, pulling Billy close and kissing him deeply, tongues tangling, shaky knees knocking together.

They were both breathless before Billy had a chance to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because—“ Steve panted, stealing small kisses whenever he could because it had always been a weakness of his. “I’m a stupid asshole, and so are you—“

“You're not... like, in love with someone else?” Billy swallowed, his eyes tight with nervous energy.

Steve shook his head. “No. F-fuck, NO, I'm in love with you, Billy.”

“Well... that changes things, because I'm in love with you too. Like... so fucking in love with you, Steve,” Billy kissed him softly.

“Really? Like, really really? For how long?” Steve brushed their lips together as he asked, unwilling to pull away any further.

Billy stared deeply into his eyes, smiling, holding him close. “Shit, like, the moment i saw you, come on.”

Steve nearly choked on his own spit. “God I—I don't know why I—you asshole—”

Billy cut him off with a kiss again, and apart from a few gasps and punched out I love you's, they didn't feel like talking much anymore.

Rehearsal in the morning was insufferable for the girls, having to watch Steve on Billy’s lap as he leaned into the never-ending kisses on his neck.

“I don’t know what’s worse,” Robin said. “Before they got together, or this .”

Steve glared, still blushing to his chest. “Shut it. This is your fault.”

In his ear, Billy’s breath was hot on his skin. “You love it," he said, and Steve melted on the spot. Giggling, turning his head back because it tickled, wanting another kiss, another secret laced in between somewhere.

Heather leaned into Robin. “Hm. It’s not great, but…” Then, into Robin’s ear, she said softly, “Consider me doing that to you.”

Robin smirked back. “I’m listening…”

“Get a damn room!” Billy yelled over Steve’s shoulder.

“Holy shit, you cannot be serious. You kissed his ear, and he made a noise I’ve only ever heard in porn.”

Steve was visibly insulted. “Since when do you watch guy porn, Heather?”

“I don’t.”

With a huff, Steve crossed his arms and leaned back into Billy’s tight hold. “I make very masculine noises, thank you.”

Billy didn’t help his case. “Not when I do that thing you like—”

“Sh—baby, be cool,” he replied, and Billy was the one reduced to smoke that time, his heart melting at the word baby used just for him.

“Mmm…” He grinned dopily. “Whatever you say, Stevie.”

They found they were both weak to any display of affection, and they both reveled in exploiting that fact. If Steve squeezed Billy’s hand walking down the street, he nearly collapsed on the spot. Billy called Steve his boyfriend one night at a restaurant on their day off, quietly murmured over the noise, and Steve got goosebumps over his whole body.

Their next show was distracting, to say the least. Neither could look away from each other, both singing and playing their hearts out through songs neither quite understood the true meaning of. Billy eventually ditched his own microphone for Steve’s, and they sang into it together, pressed arm-to-arm, lips-to-lips, a kiss but not quite, and Steve was reminded of their first cigarette. He couldn’t help himself in the middle of the song, taking Billy by the scruff of his mullet and pulling him in for a real kiss. Deep and slow, full of the passion they sang with—that the audience continued for them where they left off, screaming lyrics over whistles and love of their own.

Billy only broke away for a moment to say, “I’m gonna marry him one day, so you fuckers keep on singing,” in the rawest, most blissed-out voice Steve had ever heard. Steve blacked out and back in, only losing a split second of time, but he wondered if he’d woken up from his dream then. Then Billy kept on kissing him, and he knew he was awake.

After the show, after dinner, after sinking into their shared hotel bed, Steve laughed, shoving Billy lightly in the shoulder, “Marry me? You sneaky asshole. Were you trying to throw me off? Because it worked.”

Billy laughed and grabbed him by the waist, nuzzling into the sweaty right side of his neck. “Mm, nah, I was just being honest.”

Steve froze, and Billy laughed again. “What, you speechless, baby?” he asked, and Steve pushed away just far enough to search his eyes for any sign of deceit or jest, but he didn’t even flinch. He kissed him again. “Hey.” And again, soft and short, a peck to bring Steve back to Earth. “I meant it before, you know. I’ve only ever loved you.” Billy would have been afraid of an abrupt rejection if not for the grip Steve had on his side, tight and trembling. “You’ll marry me, won’t you, Stevie?”

“I—” Steve’s voice trembled too. “I mean, yeah , but I’m—I’m not gonna make a big deal about it. Shit.” He wiped his eyes on the pillow beneath them, and Billy pulled him in again, wiping them for him.

“Yes you fuckin’ are, you big sap. Come here.”

And so the night was theirs.

They were interviewed some months later at an award ceremony after their newest had just been released. They locked arms down the red carpet, smiling and whispering to each other, both in gleaming suits and full faces of makeup and hearts on full display.

“So, okay, tell us about the new album! Because, I mean, come on. It’s easily the most clever, heartwarming collection of music we’ve seen in the last, what, decade?”

Billy flushed at the interviewer’s comment, trying to hide behind Steve because he was shier than he’d admit; Steve answered for them. “Oh, come on—thank you, really. It, you know… I mean, we’re both idiots, is the main thing, really.”

She laughed, and so did he, and Billy squeezed his hand. “It’s been a long road since high school, and we were stubborn and angry teenagers with hearts too big for our bodies, I guess. I know, for me, I’ve always had him in my music, and that was something I wanted to…” Steve spoke with his free hand, moving in gestures that he’d have made big enough for the whole world to see. “You know, really show, especially when so much love for each other went into it unknowingly.”

“Wow.” She was in awe, smiling softly. “Well, it does show, and it’s beautiful, Steve. It really is.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Billy, I can see you getting flustered back there,” she said with a bright smile and even brighter laugh. “How has this all been for you? I mean, you are so bold, and clearly it’s worked out for you, having snatched this one up all for yourself, huh?”

“Thank god it did, too. He’s right, though, we’re both absolute morons.” His eyes turned into the microphone, into the carpet, away from cameras and flashing lights to say, “I mean, I was… singing three feet away from the love of my life, and I almost missed out on it by not thinking to tell him.”

Meeting Billy’s eyes again, Steve took the opportunity to reference the album’s liner notes, “Hey, you know, it turns out my heart wanted something that wanted it back after all.” Billy shook his head and touched it to Steve’s shoulder before they said their goodbyes and continued on.

Their previous album won three awards, and for each one they stood hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm, hearts entwined and beating for each other. Robin and Heather kissed once for the camera, and Steve planted one on Billy’s cheek but kept the rest for later.

In the hotel, suits off and shower finished with, as they lay in bed with the TV droning and beers half-full, Steve offered Billy a cigarette that he almost ignored. Then he noticed the ring hanging around it, a shiny silver band engraved with leaves and their personal little emblem on the inside.

“Steve…”

“I love you, Billy.”

He said yes.

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lilliannoco · 11 months ago

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hello i am lorna and i habe been wayching lost for the first time w my bff ever rain. here are my ratings so far . will be updated.

ep 1- 7/10. loved shannon. loved sawyer. too much jack. hated charlie and his singing. “you all everybody! you all everybody!”

ep 2- 9/10 more sawyer i love him so much i actually am going crazy i dunno what else to say an this one

ep 3 - hurley is so funny and i love kate 10/10 no orher comments

ep 4 JOHN I LOVEEEE YOUUUU THIS IS FONNA KILL MEEEEE UGHHHHH 10/10. loved walt and sun. i love walt. hes so cute. ialso “the mighty huntress returns”. died a little. jack shut up btw. rose i love you . john badkstory killed me so so so much so harshly.

ep 5- “shouldve stayed down jack” yeah beat his ass i hate u jack. also i hate the way he swims why r u doing that. boones sideburns make me giggle why is he so. sun youre gorgeous and i love you. “are you a gemini?” claire youre amazing . “dogs can find pot and bombs so im sure they can find water”. way too much jack so far hes so uninteresting to me. i cant. jack pls stop running. also more suit guy! SUIT GUY IS ? JACKS DAD? wowzer. claire i love u. i love u claire. “hell, i’m an optimist” SAWYER I LOVE YOU SO MUCB I LOVE U SAWYER IM. “crazy people dont know theyre gettin crazy, they think theyre getting saner.” john ur so 💕💕 jacks dad is ? dead ? wow that was ssometjing. hi again sawyer. 9/10

ep 6- SUN!!!! SUNNNN!’!!!! charlie shut up. MICHEAL OH MY GOSH?? THATS?? IM??? “drugs. right” SHUT UP CHARLIE. SUNNNN SUN I LOVE YOU SUNNN. “whens your birthday?” odhsjdhsks 7/10

ep 7- already hate it. charlie i dont like u. SAWYER!!!!! sawyer snd kate are kind of … i like them maybe … jack and kate too thiugh cayse yk ANYWAYS charlie religious? i relate to him more everyday. “relax, choir boy” “i want my drugs back. i need em. im sick man, cant you see that?” hes so . hes so. okay i. yeah i get you charlie. yeah. sideburns is back! alrighty! SAWYER!!!!! sawyer and kate I LIKE THEM A LOT. A LOT. “oh, you’re feeling sorry for me.” “i dont feel sorry for you. i pity you.” “all you had to do was say please” SAWYER PDHSJRHWKDBAMBEMS. maybe not hating charlie so much. i love him actually hes so me. excrpt for his band. “you all everybody!” AGAIN!!! i cant be the only one who thinks shannon and boone are kind of weird to be siblings srry. “i want to stop feleing like this” CHSRLIEEEEE. “it was about the music, liam. you took that from me.” dude charlie is so. the way i hnderstand why he talks ab his band so much now! jesus chirst i LOVE U CHARLIE. “dude you rock!” charlie. NO CHARLIE. OHHH OKAY. im so happy for you. 1000000/10 i died

ep 8- SAWYER. SAWYERRRR. SAWYER! “thus my hat!” claireee 💕💕💕 “you wanna know what kinf of human being i am? read it. out loud. 😡” sawyer. cmon sawyer. sawyer ur the prettiest man ive ever seen. Sawyerrr. sawyer and kate kiss. wouldve been much better if it was under any other circumstances ever. sawyer. ur such a cunt i love u. the LETTER. CLAIRE AND CHARLIE!!! I LOVE U GUYS!!

ep 9 - sawyer 💕💕💕💕 SAYID ?! SAYID??? sayid. GOLF COURSE! SAYIDDDDD!!! SAYID I LOVE UUU ! SHANNONNN!! SAWYERR!’ MUSIC BOX! SAYID AND NADIA OH MY GOD. THE. THE. HIS. HE. IM. NDIDHEIRHSJDBSK I CANNOT. DANIELLE. IM. “i cant let you go. dont you understand? to have someone to talk to. to touch.” THIS IS PEAK “ive been holding on the past seven years to just a thought.” CHARLIE PLAYING GOLF!!! hes so great i love him. SAWYERRRR !!!!! SAWYER !! 10.3/10

#lost #i think im pretty valid

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it has been absolutely crazy seeing that anon call the way u draw femstars mugi “unrealistic and sexualized” because (and I’m about to knock anons socks off here) I am someone who has that EXACT BODY TYPE IRL. I’m more “average” than skinny but it’s still practically the same, and this anon is here insisting that my body type being represented in art is unrealistic, sexualized, and bad? like. yikes. I can’t remember exactly where I was going with this ask tbh but saying someone is drawing bad sexualized art because a girl has big boobs is like… way worse than drawing big boobs (drawing big boobs is great actually)

anyways I LOVE UR FEMSTARS DESIGNS SO MUCH AND I GENUINELY LOOK AT THE WAY YOU DRAW MUGI TO HELP ME WHEN I NEED TO DRAW A CHARACTER OF THE SAME BODY TYPE!!! UR ART INSPIRES ME SO MUCH

NO RIGHT ITS SO UNBELIEVABLY INSULTING ?????????? AND TO THINK THIS IS A COMMON MINDSET PEOPLE HAVE IN THIS FANDOM TOO PISSES ME OFF TO NO END. ITS WHY I CANT REALLY KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT WHEN IT COMES TO THIS SUBJECT BC HOLY SHIT. news flash if u leave ur room and go outside for a change ur gonna see people of all body types! including slim thick ones! isnt that crazy! GIVE IT A TRY!

and it pisses me off so severely too because these people always act morally righteous and that theyre fighting for some "better cause" or whatever the fuck, like theyre protecting us from the horrors that is Women With Big Boobs and its like. Genuinely what the fuck are you people trying to accomplish. i fail to understand the psychology behind "oh this body is being sexualized by men? Lets bully this body type out of existence because it is clearly just a sex thing then" LIKE WHAT??????? COMPLETELY MISSING THE MARK??????????? AND MAKING THE SITUATION A DOZEN TIMES WORSE???????????????? and its SO RARELY women or lesbians making these arguments too. We do not need your ass to fight for us and to add salt to injury? i see them calling ~c cups "normal size" which. Jesus fucking christ guys. so often when i see ppl bitch abt mugis boobs theyre like "why cant they just give her NORMAL boobs!!!" and, i do not have a big bust, but i am very flat. so these words very much affect me aswell. Literally causing harm to the broader community by spouting this reactionary nonsense and not thinking before you speak

AND WAHHHHHHHHHH WHATTTTT!!!!!! WHAT AN HONOR!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AUSHDUAJHSDFKJ 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 i am firm in my mugi headcanon and will not be swayed!!! so look forward to seeing more of her!!!! ❤️

#ever since i joined this fandom ive seen ppl bitch about tit sizes and womens bodies and just being So. Blatantly. and Painfully. Wrong.#about how they work #so i have alot of pent up frustrations within me on the topic #constantly seeing me n my peers get shittalked for drawing Tiddy and just. being objectively stupid in their arguments #but starting arguments with these people is meaningless. especially when its on twitter #its such a hivemind its borderline fucking scary. literally no thought is their own it feels #so all i can do is sit back and watch as these people lie and never get fact checked #exhausting really #its why i much prefer tumblr 👍#because if people wanna be annoying to me here i can very easily be annoying back #as theres no “ratio = argument won” shit #Fight me with ur words not ur numbers #ask

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a-strange-inkling · 2 years ago

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Hiya, hope you’re having a good day. Firstly want to say sorry about your granddad. Secondly, I ADORE your old haunts universe, you just literally make my day whenever you give us even the tiniest crumbs! Lastly, if it’s not too much to ask ofcourse, 7,8,15 aaand 21 from the asks? 💗

Thank you, that’s very kind 💕 I miss him a lot, but I like to think he’s with my grandma now 🤍

Aww thank you! I do love writing and expanding that story, it’s a big comfort in a lot of ways for me! My oneshot is almost finished being edited, so we’ll get a little more of it in a few days 💖

Ooo these are some good ones…

(cw: a tiny bit spicy for number 8 🙈)

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

Nothing. They like everything about one another. They’re perfect.

No I’m kidding lol they’re human beings, they have their frustrations and can drive one another crazy once in a while.

Eddie’s least favorite thing is when Chrissy hides her problems from him, when she shuts down or slips quietly away during a difficult situation. Especially when she gives him the silent treatment, or uses what he calls ‘Jason tactics’ like fake smiling, or one word amiable replies, telling him she’s fine; he loses his mind. He hates that she still sometimes feels like she has to carry all her burdens alone and can’t tell him what’s bothering her. It also breaks his heart when she’s too hard on herself, when she hurts or denies herself, or is just straight up self degrading.

Chrissy’s least favorite thing is when Eddie doesn’t take important things serious. When he jokes about something serious or avoids it, makes it small, because that how he’s gotten through a lot of difficulties in his life. She knows it’s a copping mechanism, and she understands why he does it, but she wishes he wouldn’t always joke about his trauma or runaway from it.

8. What do they find physically sexiest about each other?

Oh my God… what don’t they find physically sexiest about one another? I don’t think they could pick one thing, but I’ll try my best..

For Chrissy, I can narrow it down to three and no less. In no particular order: 1. His hands, they’re so, so big and rough and strong, yet he touches her so gently. She loves the feel of them caressing her and always melts when he holds her. The way he plays his guitar, his rings, his rigid knuckles. She’s putty in them. 2. His eyes, those big, beautiful brown eyes that get so dark and fathomless at night when he wants to have his way with her, and so warm and glowing in the morning when he watches her wake up. His lashes so think and long they reach his cheekbones. He can destroy her with just one look standing across a room from her. She’s a helpless mess and he knows it. They’re her biggest weakness. 3. His lips/mouth… Jesus, help me… because yes that… but also because of his full kissable lips and his smile, his ridiculously beautiful and sexy smile. His voice. Poor girl never ever stood a chance. Honorable mentions: hair, neck, back and *smacks self*

Okay for Eddie… Oh God… I don’t even know if I can get it down to three, he’s just so obsessed with every little part of her… okay so 1. Her eyes as well, she’s got the prettiest craziest color eyes he’s ever seen, they always put him in a daze, she hits him with those and a flutter of her lashes and he’s on his knees for her. 2. Her legs, so long and shapely and strong, he’d love to just be smothered between her thighs. Her grace and agility honestly gets him so turned on, the way she can wind so effortless around him, the boy’s well done. 3. Her lips/mouth, yes they share two out of three favorite things, what are you going to do? But, yes her mouth, he loves her pouty bottom lip, her gorgeous quirky smile. Her laugh and all the little noises she makes… ridiculously sexy. The way she kisses him so sweetly, he’s a total goner. There’s also her sinewy neck and her shiny soft hair and I could go on for days… her whole dang body, she’s a goddess and he worships her, let’s be real.

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

They really have balanced one another out in a lot of ways. She’s calmed him, he takes more care with his words and his actions, he’s kinder, more thoughtful, and he’s helped her find her voice, to speak her mind. She’s become more confident and can see how beautiful and worthy she is despite her flaws. They very much inspire one another to be better people.

21. If they live together, how do they split household responsibilities?

They live together from 1986 on and they are pretty harmonious in that aspect of their life. It’s very natural, they love taking care of one another, so that comes easy. Having their own place to even take care of is a dream come true for both of them.

They both work, so they split the household responsibilities pretty evenly, but pick up the slack if the other needs it anywhere. If Chrissy makes breakfast, Eddie makes dinner. Whoever didn’t cook will wash the dishes, the other will put the dishes away and so on. They enjoy doing chores together 💕 it doesn’t really even feel like chores.

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #anon ask

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aerospectrum · 7 months ago

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Unsure if I sent a response back sorry adhd brain is bad sometimes LOL but it’s been lovely talking to you too! I don’t have anyone to talk about the show with besides my mom who watches it with me but I still have Yellowstone brainrot. Again I’m a Beth girlie but it’s nice to talk to others in the fandom and discuss. I think the show is great because they’re all such victims of each other and the family dynamics are just horrifically toxic. Every relationship John has with his children is abusive and volatile in some degree. Branding Kayce because he disobeyed him. Pushing and punishing Jamie because he’s not who he wants him to be, sending him away to college when that’s not what he wanted. Beth is extremely loyal to him to her own detriment because I personally feel like she’s trying to make up for killing her mother and taking his wife away from him, but no matter how much she tries she won’t ever make that up in John’s eyes. Anyways, you have a good one 💕

Aaaahhh I have so many thoughts also the adhd brain is a mood for sure my dude! sorry it took me forever to get to this! I’ll put my stuff under a cut again only because I tend to ramble and I gotta save the dash sanity for others lol

ok first I wanna go back to Beth lmfao. god she has such depth to her and I feel like we’ve been cheated by T.Sher so badly. Her trauma is unreal and so unprocessed and so unexplored and it’s not faaaair. When it’s Christmas and she is terrified of what’s happening to her??? puberty and she’s terrified, my poor child, I felt so sad that that was such a scary moment for her and then she was already in pain too and her mom was just like “now I have to make sure you’ll survive this man’s mans world and make you ultra haaaard” that made me so sad because I feel like she already was trying so hard to survive as a child. then the flashback to her mothers death. Genuinely I still feel so much rage over it. She was clearly uncomfortable and did not want to be on this big animal that she wasn’t comfortable controlling and unsure of being on and her mom just idk completely disregarded her and basically told her “you’re shit outta luck man up” like girl what??? Your young daughter is feeling very unsafe on a dangerous animal, I get pushing your kids to face their fears but like why did it have to be a joke to East Jesus nowhere??? Then ITS NOT EVEN BETH’S FAULT, Evelyn’s horse spooks(it’s not even looking at Beth, Beth does nothing wrong and nothing at all to affect her horse) but yeah it spooks it’s fucking self and obviously crushes her but Beth is already weeping and scared and blaming herself and Kayce is so intune with the needs of everyone so he pleads for her to let him go get John and she LOCKS EYES WITH BETH AND BLAMES HER!!! straight up is like nah Beth’s the reason my horse spooked it’s her fault my horse crushed me she made this mistake being a completely normal scared child she has to fix this mistake

Beth didn’t even hardly know the way back her horse bucks her off, she gets hurt she runs back she’s already internalizing the grief of this unfair blame she’s saddled with and then what happens???? JOHN YELLS AT HEEEEER. crying screaming throwing up dyyyyying. home girl literally got blamed by her mom for killing her and then he dad yells at her for crying and being hurt and scared oh my gosh I’m so mad lmao. Um…. but yeah. Beth clearly struggled with anxiety and security at a young age and I think she wanted to make her mother proud and prove she was hard enough to survive “with the boys” so she could survive her own survivors guilt that Evelyn forced her to experience maybe???

also yeah!!! I do think John blamed Beth for his wife’s death and she’s desperate to make up for it but also resents John for moving on with any other woman because I think he made sure she felt she was responsible for Evelyn’s death and his unhappiness afterwards— maybe somehow that ties into like her resentment of what Jamie did to her too? Like maybe it triggers this massive guilt in her where she subconsciously thinks well fuck I stole my fathers happiness so my brother stole mine??? God idk what even is meta? Probably not this lol.

not me writing a novel on Beth’s childhood… but then a few years pass and she asks Jamie for help and yeah he fucks it up because well idk part of me does feel it was lazy writing on Tshers behalf again, because they had to be teens in the 90s and sterilization on Rez’s stopped in the 70’s I’m pretty sure idk still. But also like I just think with the fear of failing and the deep rooted trauma of “inate otherness” that Jamie clearly carried around from a young age I just don’t genuinely feel like it was in his character to allow Beth to suffer like that. He would’ve spoken up or argued with her about how he wouldn’t let her go in that clinic. They would’ve fought like shit but he would’ve convinced her that John finding out was better than being cheated out of motherhood and idk Beth and Jamie are just so goddamn conniving (in a good way) that they would’ve saved Rip from John’s wrath.

John’s undying love for the land and his egos unquenchable thirst for false pride and accolades is definitely his downfall as a father in my mind. They definitely are all victims of one another’s traumas and John’s refusal to acknowledge he’s the creator or root/epicenter of it all. All the siblings deserve so much better and I’ll never forgive the writing for completely wiping Lee out of the story too!!!

I also think about how if this is along the storyline that the Rez is still sterilizing women then John was completely ok with Kayce forcing that torture and agony on Monica if it meant protecting the pride of his ranch. But suddenly he’s upset Jamie took Beth there, like is he blind to his own double standards? Fuck but I love johns depth too. They’re all so weirdly complex and i end up thinking damn this man has a lifetime of unfiltered and unfinished trauma too aaaaaaaaahhhhh. I want to write all the things with Beth and John and Jamie lol. They sooth the shallow waters of my weird little soul soil.

sorry I ramble so badly, I can’t tell if that’s the adhd working or if I’m really just bad at staying on track because everything reminds me of something else and then I can’t find my way back to the circles beginning! But I’ve loved your asks they’ve been such high points in my time here thank you so much for talking and sharing in this with me my dude, I hope you have an excellent day/night/afternoon/dusk and beyond lol.

#anon ask #headcanon asks #beth dutton #kayce dutton #jamie dutton #john dutton #monica dutton #yellowstonetv #yellowstone rp #yellowstone asks #yellowstone headcanons #ooc #long post #tw long post

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