#and sneaking back into his moms car to go to his own house for once.

[sluts4matt]

SECRET (part three)

pairing: nate doe x sls!erika sturniolo

summary: she had hidden her feelings away for years, but with growing up and toxic relationships it was all starting to resurface.

warnings: none

word count: 1283

authors note: i'm sorry updates for this are so slow. edit: sorry for not posting this last night my little brother was in need of cuddles to sleep.

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the past two weeks had been agonizing. i wasn't allowed to hang out with nate for a month. yet here he was, sitting in the living room after school playing play station with the boys.

i rubbed my hands over my face, sighing as i walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. "hey erika," nate greeted, causing me to smile. "hey nate," i say, getting a juice from the fridge.

"where's mom?" i ask.

"garage maybe?" nick said, looking away from his phone for a split second to look at me. "thanks," i say, shooting him air guns.

"mom!" i call, walking towards the garage. "mooooom!"

"what erika?" my mom says, poking her head out from behind the garage door.

"can kayla come over?" i ask, looking at her with pleading eyes. she sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "yes! thank you!" i exclaim, smiling widely. "thank you thank you!"

i run over and kiss her cheek, making her laugh. "open doors," marylou states with pointed fingers, "open doors." i roll my eyes and smile at her, nodding.

i pull my phone out of my pocket and dial kayla's number. "hello?"

"my mom said you can come over," i say excitedly. "be there in five," the girl on the other side giggles.

"she's gonna be here in five!" i yell, walking up the stairs. i get no response from any of the guys, and sigh, knowing they can't hear me over their own voices.

i go into my room and change into a new shirt, tossing my previous one into the hamper. i sit at my desk and wait for kayla, "i'm here!" a voice exclaims, making me turn to the doorway.

"she's here," i repeat, giving her a hug. "what first? gossip about sydney?" she asks, i roll my eyes at the mention of one of the girls we hated the most. the only true reason being she was rude as hell.

"no," i say, sitting back down, "how are things going with you and jay?" she groans and plops onto my bed, her eyes closed.

"not well," she groans. i give her a questioning look and she sits up. "i'm pretty sure he has a thing for someone else," she huffs, her hands moving wildly around her face.

"no," i deadpan, "what? no way. i thought he really liked you?"

"that's what i thought," she sighs, looking up.

"i'm so sorry kay," i whisper, hugging her again.

"it's fine," she laughs, her mood changing. "so, let's talk about you," she smirks. "not much there," i say, not mentioning anything about nate.

"sure," she chuckles. "oh, did you hear about the party at liz's house?" she asks, her eyes wide with excitement.

"liz? party? you've got to be kidding," i scoff, laughing a bit. "my mom would never let me go, especially not right after i just got busted for smoking and drinking," i tell her.

"that's why sneaking out is a fun thing to do," she says and i shake my head. "did it once, do it twice it becomes a habit," i state.

"oh come on," she whines.

"kay, if i get caught, i'm done," i stress. "fine," she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"you can go," i say, her eyes lighting up, "but i can't, kay." she smiles and hugs me. "thanks eri," she says, standing up. "i'll see you at school," she says, walking out of the door.

"bye!"

a few days later, it was the weekend, and i was bored. the boys were on a trip to california and kayla was sick. i sighed as i watched the tv hung on my wall, changing the show every so often.

knocks sounded from my door, causing me to turn my head. "it open," i call. the door opens, showing my mom's face as she peaks her head in.

"i'm going shopping, need anything?" she asks, i shake my head and she shuts the door. a few moments later i hear her car leaving and the sound of the garage shutting.

i walk downstairs and check the time on my phone. 10:49 in big white letters, i groan, tugging at my brown roots.

"i should dye my hair," i say to myself, pulling my phone back out to google ideas.

after 30 minutes, i had a few good ones, i instacarted black and red hair dye to the house, as well as hair bleach and began the process.

i grabbed bowels, going to the bathroom where i set out old and stained towels.

i took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror. "don't fuck up," i mumble to myself. i wet my hair, then began adding the bleach after mixing the toner and developer together.

as i applied the bleach, i foiled the strands. when i finished i set a timer for thirty minutes as i waited for the bleach to do its job.

after the timer went off, i rinsed my hair, the water running a gross, pale-yellow color down the drain. i washed my hair with purple shampoo to tone it, drying my hair some with a towel before parting it down the middle of my head.

i opened the red dye first, squeezing the contents of the tube out. i sectioned the hair on the left side and began adding the dye.

i repeated the steps until the whole left side of my head was covered in the red dye.

i repeated the steps with the black, waiting an hour for it to develop on my head before i rinse.

after i rinsed, i wrapped a towel around my head, blow-drying my hair and brushing through it. when i pulled the towel off, i smiled, running my fingers through the soft, now black and red strands.

i took a snap sending it the kayla, with the text 'thoughts??'.

'omg!'

'you look hot!'

'so much better than that boring brown'

i smiled at her texts, feeling a little more confident with my appearance. i put stuff away, throwing the empty tubes of dye in the trash and washing the bowels that held the contents.

i ran upstairs, grabbing my phone and flopping on my bed. i scrolled through tiktok, stopping to watch videos every now and then.

as i was about to fall asleep, my phone rang, making me jump. my mom's name popping up on my phone, the options accept or decline flashing.

"yeah?" i say, answering the phone. "be there in five, i need help carrying in groceries," she says. "ok," i reply, getting off of the bed as the phone goes dead.

i slip on some shoes and walk outside, the cold breeze blowing against my warm skin. i see my mom's car pulling up, before it pulls into the driveway. "you changed your hair," she states, getting out.

the trunk pops open, revealing the back loaded with grocery bags. "i was bored, do you like it?" you ask. she runs her fingers through it, squinting slightly due to the sun.

"looks good on you sweetheart," she says, smiling.

we make multiple trips, bringing in bags as fast as we can. "how was shopping?" i ask, helping her put the stuff away. "fine," she breathes, putting canned foods on a shelf.

"you have work later?" she asks, and i nod my head, "six o'clock sharp." she nods her head, "when's dad getting off work?" i ask, "four," she replies, checking the time.

"what's for dinner?" i ask, closing the fridge and grabbing my phone. "probably spaghetti," she says, "can you help set the table when it's time?"

i nod my head, "yep," i say and then go back upstairs.

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[compacflt]

what are bradley’s earliest memories of ice and mav? the bits of his perspective on them that you’ve written are so fascinating

fairly unsurprising answer but: ice: when he came to see Carole to apologize for killing goose in ch 2 of wwgattai (sets the tone of their relationship)

mav: something very benign like mav doing magic tricks for him as a little little kid. you know how your earliest memories are always a little fuzzy and always afternoon sunshine? imagine a desaturated maverick sitting crosslegged in the grass in pale afternoon southern california sunshine showing Bradley how he can detach his thumb from his hand and then put it back again. no blood, no bone, no pain, and he’s got this daredevil grin like he’s enjoying separating his thumb from his hand. can’t see his eyes behind his aviators. the best magicians are the ones who can make even their pain disappear. or, playing “got your nose,” holding Bradley’s nose up so he can see it right in front of his very eyes, NO PAIN!, and then making it disappear. “where’d your nose go, Gosling? oh, my gosh, I lost your nose!! how’re you gonna smell? i bet you’re gonna smell bad. get it? get it? —here it is, i found it, don’t worry, it’s all good!” and putting his nose back so everything’s ok. that’s Bradley’s earliest memory of mav.

#Bradley’s nose (mavs thumb) is a foreshadowing metaphor for the academy here obviously #this is just my conjecture as a californian kid who was many times duped by the thumb trick myself. #You know where they screw it off and it really looks convincing #im closer to 10 years old than i am to 31 😞 ten years ago today i was at my little baseball summer camp :) in third grade #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun #asks #also ive had this little scene where he drives to their house in his moms car after some late high school event #only to find ice & mav passed out on the couch together at 9:30 at night with the tv still playing #because mav had made a home between ices arms and (tired fighter pilot after long day of drills) fell asleep there and what #was ice supposed to do; wake up an exhausted American hero & push him away? no. this isn’t so bad. —and then accidentally fell asleep too. #and bradleys just standing there in his homecoming tux going ‘oh this is real. oh they really are. oh. ok i will let them sleep.’ #and sneaking back into his moms car to go to his own house for once. #i can’t find anywhere to put that scene so you’re getting it in the tags of this post

[rxmqnova]

I have an idea for a nat x daughter reader fic so basically reader is like a lab made baby by hydra with nat is the gene for her mother and the other one is a random hydra dude and they put reader in a house with him and his wife somewhere In America but reader knows about nat but hydra dose not know she knows I kind of want it to be the vibe of stick season but anyway she runs away and finds Yelena by accident and yelena is like what is happening and takes her to the avengers which then leads nat to meeting reader if you can can you make it like super angsty but with a happy ending

Daughter?

Y/N: 13 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Ever since Y/N was a little girl, she has always sneaked out of her room everytime her father and step-mother had a visit. She knew it's not a good idea, especially when her father always scolds her for it, but she's way too curious.

Her curiousness led her to one very important information. A few years ago she overheard her father's boss talk about her mother… the real one. And since then Y/N's been trying to get out of this place and find her mother… the Black Widow herself.

She hates this place, she really does. The main reason is that her father is forcing her to train every day, so she could become a hydra agent one day.

Yes, Y/N's father is a hydra agent. He's actually one of the most trusted one for his boss, so that's why he was chosen to become the father of the future world's best assassin.

"Weak!" Y/N's father yells, pushing the poor exhausted girl and causing her to fall on the ground. "This is worthless! Go to your room, we'll continue tomorrow. I want to see you in way better condition, understand?!" He asks sternly.

"Yes" Y/N nods, trying to catch her breath. Her father leaves to room, leaving the exhausted young girl laying on the ground.

Once Y/N catches breath, she makes her way to her room and then straight to the bathroom to take a shower, thinking that she needs to get out of here as soon as possible.

As nearly every Friday night, Y/N's father and his wife are going out for dinner, leaving the girl home completely alone. Y/N doesn't mind though, at least she can finally get out of here and never ever come back again.

As soon as the front door shut and the car drives away, Y/N takes her bag and starts packing everything she needs.

With her bag in her hand, she rushes downstairs, trying to open every single window to try and find some her father hasn't locked. The door is locked, so there's no point in trying.

A smile makes its way on the girl's face when one of the window can be opened. She puts on her coat, takes her bag and gets out of the house, running as fast as she can to get as far as possible.

She runs and runs, finally arriving to a small village which makes her smile and let out a sigh of relief. She's too overwhelmed with everything that she doesn't pay attention to where she's going.

"Careful, little one" A blonde lady says, making Y/N cheeks turn a bit red.

"S-sorry" Y/N sutters, not used to talking to other people than her father or her step-mother.

"What are you doing here alone? It's dangerous. This place's…" Yelena stops, looking at the last few standing houses.

This little village is near one hydra base, so of course when some of the Avengers came to take that place down, the village didn't survive without a damage.

"Well, let's just say a very bad people lived near this little village" The blonde finishes her sentence.

"I. Hm… I-I'm looking for my mom. She. Hm. She's supposed to be some kind of superhero. Her name's Natasha Romanoff. Have you heard of her?" Y/N asks, a bit of hope in her voice as she looks up at the shocked woman.

"Natasha? What? She can't have children on her own. I… what?" Yelena stares at the child completely confused, but now noticing how similar the girl looks to her sister.

"Wait. So you know her? Could you please take me to her? I can't go back there, I really can't. Please" Y/N begs and Yelena can't help but nod as she's also curious how this happened.

Y/N follows Yelena to the quinjet, meeting Kate, Clint, Steve and Bucky there. Of course they look at the two with questioning looks, so Yelena tells them something before she sits aside with the young girl.

Yelena admits she's Natasha's sister, so Y/N tells her the story too, feeling like she can trust this woman. She does feel more and more nervous every minute they get closer to the compound though. She's wanted to meet her mom for a few years and she's worried about what will Natasha think about the whole situation.

As soon as the jet lands in front of the compound and everyone walks out, Y/N is quick to follow behind Yelena, spotting a redhead sitting on the couch.

"Natasha?" Yelena calls on which Natasha turns her head, smiling when she sees her sister.

"You're back" The redhead stands up, walking over to her sister and giving her a hug while Y/N stands behind and watching them, her heart nearly skipping a beat when she sees how much she looks like her mother.

"I brought someone who'd like to meet you" Yelena informs, placing her hand on Y/N's shoulder and giving the girl a soft smile.

"H-Hi, I. Hm. I-I'm Y/N" Y/N sutters, giving Natasha an akward nervous smile.

"Hey?" Natasha looks at the girl completely confused. "What can I do for you?"

"I. Hm… I-I know this will sound weird, but I-I'm your daughter" Y/N blurts out, looking at Natasha and hoping she'll believe her.

"Nonsense. I don't have a child" Natasha says immediately, the topic of children being a touchy subject for her. She turns around, walking away, but Y/N follows her.

"I can explain. Please"

"Y/N, you seem to be a nice girl, but this is a really bad joke. I can't have children on my own. It's just impossible" Natasha says with a sigh, not even turning around and continuing to walk towards her room.

Of course she's noticed the girl's features, but Dreykov made sure she won't ever have children on her own, so Y/N surely cannot be her daughter as she claims.

"It's not a joke. I really am your daughter. If you just let me explain, I-"

"No. I can't have children, Y/N" The redhead says once again, shutting the door of her room right in front of Y/N's face.

Y/N lets out a sigh, pushing back the tears that are forming in her eyes. After all, she left her home, her father… Her life wasn't the best, but what now? She has no place to stay, no home, no family.

Maybe the girl gave her hopes too high, thinking her mother would actually be happy to have a daughter. Y/N was really hoping she'd finally have a family she wanted for so long, but deep down she knew Natasha's reaction could be bad… and well, the redhead doesn't even know the part about hydra.

"What's wrong?" Yelena asks as soon as she spots her potentional niece stepping into the kitchen with her head low.

"She won't let me explain" Y/N mumbles with a sigh. "It was stupid, I should have stayed there" She mumbles to herself.

"Let me talk to her, yeah? Wanda here will give you something to eat meanwhile" Yelena smiles warmly, placing her hand on Y/N's shoulder and giving it a rub.

Y/N nods, so Yelena walks away and straight to her sister's room. After hearing Y/N's story she just wants nothing but to help the young girl. She knows Natasha would be a great mother and Yelena's already excited about being an aunt.

Yelena knocks at the door of Natasha's room, not getting any response, but she just walks in anyway, finding her sister sitting on the bed, deep in thought as her cheeks are stained by tears.

"Natasha, I know it's hard to believe, but Y/N explained everything to me. You're her mother. Isn't that what you've always wanted?" Yelena asks, sitting down on the bed next to her sister.

"Yelena, I can't have children and neither can you. It's just impossible. What if she's just a spy or something, huh? Have you thought about that?" Natasha blurts out, standing up and leaving the room. She really doesn't want to talk about it right now.

"Natasha, just talk to her" Yelena sighs, following her sister to where she's going.

"Why, Yelena? If I'm her mother, she needs to have a second parent. Why doesn't she go to him? Where does she live anyway? She has to live somewhere. I don't even want a daughter" Natasha's irritated by now, not meaning the words she's saying, but that's something Y/N doesn't know though… and she's heard every single word.

The sisters stop walking and talking when they notice they're suddenly in the kitchen, Y/N looking at both with watery eyes, thinking how stupid it was to look for her mother.

The girl immediately stands up from the table she's been sitting at and eating her food, taking her bag and rushing out of the compound, ignoring Yelena's calling after her.

The blonde runs after her niece immediately, catching her sooner than she leaves the compound.

"Hey, hey, you can't just leave. It's getting late and cold" Yelena says, bringing Y/N in for a hug on which the girl can't hold her tears anymore.

"I just wanted a mom" Y/N cries out into Yelena's shoulder, holding the blonde tightly.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm sure Natasha didn't mean it, honey" Yelena tries to calm the girl down, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to her head.

———

Yelena managed to get Y/N to stay. Both are ready to go to bed now, but a knock at Yelena's door interrupts them.

Natasha hasn't stopped thinking about it… if it's really possible that she could have her own daughter. She feels so incredibly bad for making Y/N cry and she's always wanted a child, but what if it's just a trap?

She did decide to talk to the younger redhead though. Natasha always recognizes when someone's lying, so she'll see if the girl's telling the truth or not.

"Hey, can I have a word with Y/N?" Natasha asks after opening the door.

Yelena nods, telling them she's going to the kitchen for a glass of water, so the two stay alone. Natasha takes a seat on the bed, looking at the girl who's avoiding an eye-contact.

"Y/N, I… I know I said something that hurt you and I'm sorry for that. I just… I've lived my whole life, thinking I would never have a child on my own. So when you told me you're my daughter… It just felt… impossible" Natasha admits.

"I was made in a lab. They used your eggs to create me. I heard my father talking about it with his boss a few years ago. I just thought that maybe if I found you… that maybe I could have someone who'd actually love me" Y/N confesses, trying to push back her tears and not cry in front of the woman in front of her.

"So you have a father… doesn't he love you?" Natasha asks, receiving a shake of a head from the girl.

"He's just completing his boss's orders and trains me to become a hydra agent, but I don't want to" Y/N sighs, Natasha squeezing her eyes shut, knowing damn well what's it like to have a childhood like that.

"I'm sorry you had to live like that" The redhead says softly, placing her hand on Y/N's and finally making the girl look up and lock eyes with her.

"Had to? You won't send me back to him?" She asks confused.

"No, of course not. I would never send you back to someone who's doing this. I should have let you explain earlier, I'm sorry" Natasha apologizes, rubbing her thumb over Y/N's knuckles.

That's all it takes for Y/N to just jump into Natasha's arms, taking the redhead by surprise. Natasha chuckles, wrapping her arms around Y/N. She will definitely want Bruce to run some DNA tests, but her spy skills say Y/N's telling the truth. Looks like a brand new chapter of her life is starting right now… she's a mom.

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Natasha Romanoff masterlist

Masterlist

#natasha romanoff #black widow #yelena belova #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena x y/n #yelena x you #yelena x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader

[sleepyeye17]

Is this yours?

Words: 768

Warnings: None

Summary: There’s a bra in Steve’s back seat. He has some explaining to do.

“What’s this?” Lucas says in the back seat of Steve’s car. “Ooooooh it’s a bra!”

Steve looks in the rear view mirror and his eyes go wide.

“Shit.”

Eddie turns around in the front seat to see Lucas holding up an enormous bra. It takes a moment for the implication to hit, and then it punches him right in the nuts. Fuck.

“Don’t touch that, Lucas,” Steve growls. 

“Steve had a girl back here,” Dustin crows. 

“I did not!” Steve says. “Put that down!”

“This is huge,” Max says, grabbing the bra from Lucas and feeling the enormous padded cups. “Jesus what is this, an F cup?”

“Who’s the lucky lady?” Lucas asks. 

“Who do we know with enormous tits?” Max says. She holds it up to herself. “Dustin, is this your mom’s? Ow!”

They’re all laughing and smacking each other and shrieking. Eddie looks out the window and tries to put on his most aloof face.

Steve and Eddie have only been hooking up for a few weeks, and neither of them have said that they were exclusive. If Eddie had assumed, well, that's on him. Always the idiot, and matters of the heart are no exception. He fell in love with Steve like it was breathing. He should have known that King Steve would have a whole flock of women to choose from. Eddie is clearly just an experiment. It wouldn’t be the first time. He’s had a few partners in the past who believed that they could be with a man once and get it out of their system. Eddie is usually happy to oblige. But he really thought that this was different.

“Settle down back there, okay?” Steve says. He’s bright red, and clearly irritated. “It got mixed up in my laundry at the laundromat. Jesus, get your minds out of the gutter.”

The kids calm down a little bit, and they’re friends again by the time Steve pulls into the arcade. Eddie is about to follow them out of the car, but Steve reaches out and touches his arm.

“Wait, Eddie. Can we talk?”

“Sure. Whatever.”

Eddie looks wary as he sits back down. He sneaks a glance at Steve, who’s still bright red. Eddie knows that Steve does his laundry at his parents’ house, and the bra is clearly too large for Steve’s mother.

“I can explain–” Steve starts, but Eddie cuts him off.

“You don’t have to.”

“I didn’t–”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Steve looks surprised and almost a little hurt.

“Doesn’t it?”

Eddie shrugs.

“We never said we were exclusive.”

Now Steve definitely looks hurt.

“I thought– Well. No. I guess we never did. Have you–” 

“If you have another–”

“I don’t–”

“I just want to know–”

“I don’t!”

“--so I can get tested–”

“The bra is mine!”

That stuns Eddie into silence. He stares at Steve for a second, but Steve can’t meet his eyes. Steve is looking at the ceiling, biting his lip and blinking fast. His fingers drum on the steering wheel.

“Sorry, what?” Eddie asks.

“I’m not– It’s just a thing. It’s just something I do on some weekends. There are these performances. Like shows. On the first Saturday of the month, in Indy.”

“Do you…” Eddie is trying to wrap his mind around this. “Are you a… A woman? In your heart?”

Steve shakes his head fast.

“I don’t think so? I’ve thought about it, and I’ve talked to some people. I still like being a guy, and I like my body and I feel good as a man. But sometimes… I dunno. I just want to be…” Steve gestures vaguely.

“A queen,” Eddie finishes.

“Yeah.” Steve sniffs hard. “I’m sorry. If this is too much–”

Eddie lets out a surprised little giggle, then covers his mouth. Steve looks miserable.

“Sorry!” Eddie says. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just… God, Steve, you really couldn’t be more perfect.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” Steve snaps.

“I’m not! I’m not, I swear. I thought you were seeing someone else! Fuck, man, this is better than my wildest fantasies.” 

“Really?” Steve has a gentle look of hopeful surprise on his face that’s so open and vulnerable it makes Eddie want to bite his own fist. 

“Yes, really. What’s your name, then?”

“What?”

“Your drag name.”

Steve smiles shyly and bites a fingernail. Eddie wants to cry, he’s so pretty.

“It’s still in progress, okay. So you can’t laugh.”

“Okay.”

“Connie Cushion.”

Eddie gasps like Steve just dropped to one knee and proposed.

“Concussion!?” 

“Connie Cushion, yeah.”

“Can I… meet her some time?”

Steve bows his head, rubbing the back of his neck and beaming.

“She’d like that.”

#steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #drag queen steve harrington #eddie munson #Max Mayfield #dustin henderson #Lucas Sinclair #stranger things #communication

[oliveisme533]

My dad’s neighbor is a dilf

Chapter 1

Joel Miller x you

Summery: You had decided to spend your summer in Austin with your dad. You used to spend almost every summer there, but hadn't spent a summer there since you were a teenager. Which means you hadn't seen a certain Joel Miller in years..

You were a teacher so the summer months were nice and slow. As you packet your suitcase, you thought back to the phone call with your dad just a few weeks prior. "Hey babygirl, why don't you come on down to Austin for the summer? I know your roommate has been driving you a little crazy lately...wouldn't hurt to get a break ya know? Plus I miss you sweetheart... would love to see you"

You smiled at the memory of his words. He was right about your roommate being annoying lately. Nothing crazy...just normal roommate things. But most of all you missed your dad. Your college summers were all spent with your mom in Boston, so this visit was long overdue.

There airport was fucking packet of course. Airports made you anxious and you always got to your gate a couple hours early for fear of missing your flight. You sent a quick text to your dad letting him know you made it to the airport and would let him know when you safely landed. He loved the message and moments later your phone buzzed again.

Venmo: Dad sent you $50 for "Uber 🚗"

Your dad definitely did well for himself, He was a financial consultant and never missed out on an opportunity to splurge on you and your sister. You knew you wouldn't be swiping your card a single time once you stepped foot in his house for the summer, and you weren't complaining...teachers don't exactly make a ton of money. There was one thing nagging at the back of your mind that you hadn't let yourself think about until now. You always had kind of a girlish crush on your dad's friend and neighbor. You hadn't seen him in years and you wanted to believe he could find you attractive now that you were actually a grown woman. It was a fantasy you know would never come true even in your wildest dreams, but it was still fun to think about from time to time. You put your headphones and closed out the world.

You smiled as the warm air hit your skin as you walked across the tarmac with one hand shading your eyes from the Texas sun. Austin was where you spent your childhood. Before their divorce, your parents had brought you and your sister into a comfortable lifestyle that you were forever grateful for. Your mom headed to Boston after the divorce, you and your older sister followed suit, but Texas never stoped feeling like home. "Uber for y/n?" You slumped down into the air conditioned car with a sigh of relief. "Yes." You looked out the window as the familiar scene flew by. By the time the car turned into your neighborhood your mind had drifted far from Boston. Your stomach lurched slightly as you passed Mr. Millers house. His truck was in the driveway. You remembered a recent phone conversation with your dad where he mentioned Mr. Miller having kind of a hard time spending his first summer without his daughter Sarah. She was with her mom for the summer, a new arrangement you were pretty sure. Maybe you would go and visit him. He was the kind of family friend that had a key to your dad's house . What if he didn't remember you? You were being stupid. Mr. Miller didn't need to entertain a 20 some year old girl. He had friends his own age, a life, and for all you knew maybe a girlfriend. You brushed the idea off as the car slowed in-front of your dad's house.

Your key clicked in the door and you were promptly greeted by Lea, your dad's new kitten. Your sister and you joked that this was his first symptom of his mid life crises. The second being the fact that he now had a girlfriend. You flung your suitcase aside and sunk into the window seat of your bedroom. You have many memories of a younger version of yourself sitting here in the summer days, reading or just watching. In the evenings you were too busy sneaking out the back gate to do such things. You smile as you recall your reckless, teenage activities. You sigh and look down at your watch. Your dad won't be home for a couple more hours. A nap probably would serve you well. Before you get up, you feel your phone buzz again. It's your dad.

"Hey sweetheart I see you made it to the house. I completely forgot Joel said he was picking up some tools I borrowed from him last week. He knows the garage code, but didn't want you to be alarmed if he's there before I get home. See you soon xx"

You found yourself staring at the text... would Mr. Miller ...Joel, you correct yourself, would he even remember me? In the spirit of southern hospitality you decide to get dressed in something that does smell like the airport and go downstairs when you hear the garage opening. You walk through the front door and out towards the driveway where Joel is loading some tools in the back of his pick up truck. He glances up at you and a wide smile forms across his face. "Well hey!" He says. "Your dad told me you were coming in... welcome home!" The words warm your heart. This was home for sure. "Thanks, I'm glad to be back. Even just for the summer!" God his arms look good in that t-shirt... "well I know your old man is happy you're here. Hasn't shut up about you comin' for the last few weeks. 'Course I get it, countin' down the days 'till Sarah gets back myself." You giggle at the comment of your dad's excitement about your arrival. "Yeah dad told me she's with her mom for the summer right?" Joel nods closing the back of the pick up. "Yeah that's right." You noted a twinge of sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry I'm sure that's hard...I mean I know she loves being with her mom and you too. Of course she'll be back for school in the fall, but still I'm sure the summer feels different with out her. I'm not a parent though so I really have no idea what I'm talking about." You fumbled through this response and ended with a nervous laugh. Joel didn't mind. He looked at you with those fucking puppy dog eyes that could make you melt. He laughed too you were pretty sure the laugh was more at you than with you, but you kind of deserved it you figured. "You're sweet, yeah she's having a blast with her mom and that's all that really matters. Your dad has been putting up with me a lot. With an empty and quiet house it's just not the same, and he's been havin' me over lots" "Well I'm sure he appreciates the company too" you couldn't help but feel a little guilt that you had possibly made your dad feel the same emotions as Joel. "Well I gotta run, but I'm sure I'll be seein' you around. Good to see ya Darlin'" you waved as he pulled out of your driveway, grateful that he was probably too far away to see the blush on your cheeks.

The next few days went by with not much to remark on. On Friday your dad mentioned that Joel would be coming over for dinner tomorrow. You told yourself it was time to act like an adult and put this girlish crush out of your mind. Joel was at least 10 years your senior and he was a close friend of your dad, In fact these fantasies are simply degrading to him or disrespectful. You're not sure of the right word, but he's a person with a life and feelings and things he's going through. To make him the object of your fantasies was wrong, you decided.

Saturday evening came around and your dad was in the back grilling and playing his country music on the speaker you had gifted him last Christmas. There was a knock and the door and the sound of Joel's voice echoing through the entry way. You didn't bother coming out of the kitchen, knowing he would come to you. Your back was turned, focusing on the sangria recipe you were sure wouldn't turn out the way you wanted. "My dad's outback." You said gesturing to the back door. " I'm sorry, where are my manners!" You turned to open the fridge and pull out beer for Joel. "You ain't gotta make a fuss darlin' is just me" Joel chuckled. You wished he would stop calling you that, but you also hoped he never would. Joel y through the utensil draw to find the bottle opener. He asked about your day and you asked about his. "I can't get over how much you've grown up" he said at one point. "Yeah o guess the last time you would have seen me I was a lanky teenager with braces" you laughed and so did he. "I think you're right... if I recall you were just about the death of your old man when you were that age." You shrugged. "Yup that's about right. I had a nack for getting into trouble." He laughed that wonderful deep laugh and said "well you turned out alright, kid"

The rest of the evening you debated whether Joel saw you more as a grown woman or a kid. He had referred to you as both in a matter of minutes...so which was it? "What's on your mind kiddo?" Your dad's voice snapped you back to reality. "Oh ..um, nothing honestly. I'm just kind of tired today for some reason." You were both in the kitchen, Joel was still in the back yard getting ready to light a cigar. "Baby why don't you go upstairs and rest. I'll make sure to kick Mr. Miller here out if we get to rowdy." He said that last part loud enough for Joel to hear. "Dad jokes.." you mutter to yourself as you climb the stairs to the second floor of the house. Your bedroom is on the front end of the house, so by they time you get there, no noise from your dad and Joel can be heard. The sound of the shower in the bathroom drowned out the noise of your phone buzzing on your nightstand. When you exited the shower there was a missed call from "Ben" Ben Sinclair was your on again, off again boyfriend for the last 4 ish years. This time you were done. You had been broken up for a month this time and you told him (in no uncertain terms!) this was it. So what could he possibly want tonight...

#lovers #joel tlou #joel miller #smut #fanfic #joel and ellie #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff

[rainydayathogwarts]

Caught - Billy x reader, mom!Joyce x reader

Byers!Reader wc: ~1.4k Summary: reader sneaks out to meet her boyfriend Billy but bumps into someone unfortunate on her way out. More focused on the reader x mom!Joyce than reader x Billy.

You almost grinned, tiptoeing to your window in the dark room, purse in hand, careful not to trip over any of the clothes haphazardly thrown on the floor. You winced as you opened the window, careful not to make any sound as you pushed yourself up on your arms, throwing your legs over the ledge. You landed on the opposite side on the wall with a crunch of the leaves under your feet, quickly making your way up the street.

You had gotten used to this routine. Usually, if either you or Jonathan had plans, you'd both go, telling your mom you'd stick together when you actually snuck off to see Billy and Nancy. The plan was foolproof. You both understood each other and would head back home together, ensuring your mom that you were safe. But every now and then when Jonathan didn't have plans, you had to find your own way to go see Billy.

With everything that had happened the past two years in the Byers household, the last thing your mother was going to do was let you go out - especially alone. Especially to meet the boyfriend she didn't know you had. You spotted Billy's car a couple of houses down, waiting to drive you away when you froze, eyes widening.

Staring right back at you was Jim Hopper, the chief of police in Hawkins, Indiana. Standing behind him were Nancy, Steve, Robin and of course, Eleven, who were making their way to your house, inevitably for another meeting.

Hopper took the cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it on the floor and stepping on it, his eyebrows raised and you physically cringed, tugging your low cut top up your chest. He definitely knew what you were up to, especially in that short blue skirt you wore, specifically to give Billy easy access. Your eyes wandered behind him, looking back at the other teenagers who all looked equally as confused as each other, with the exception of Nancy who grinned widely at you.

The silence was deafening.

The sound of the front door opening averted Hopper's gaze back which gave you the perfect opportunity to run back to the side of the house, where your mom wouldn't see you. "We saw you guys standing out here, what are you doing?" You heard your mom say, and prayed Mr. Hopper would keep your secret, just this once.

You didn't hear his answer, the door closing behind them. You had two options, you decided; either you could sneak back in and leave Billy hanging, or you could make a run for it. You sighed, looking through your window one last time before sprinting up to Billy's car down the street so that your mom wouldn't see you leaving.

You slammed his car door behind you, lowering yourself in the passenger seat as you caught your breath, whisper-yelling "Go, Billy, go!" He chuckled, having seen the entire exchange and stated calmly "Well that was a close one wasn't it?" When you were far enough from your house, you straightened up, leaning over the controls to press a glossy kiss to Billy's cheek. He put a hand on your thigh, heading in the direction of the forest, where he parked and you both headed straight into his back seat.

It was an entanglement of sweaty bodies and humidity, causing Billy to reach behind your head to open the window, the awkward position causing you to whine at him. He pounded into you, your skirt bunched up at your waist, your top laying on the floor as he mouthed at your tits, leaving hickeys everywhere he could. Your nails scratched at his back, causing Billy to hiss as he quickened his pace, getting you both closer to the edge. It was blissful, both of you giggling and exchanging wet kisses when you were done, catching each other up on your day, oblivious to what was awaiting you at home.

It was only when you were standing in front of the house with the curtains open, making direct eye-contact with an angry looking Joyce Byers that it suddenly hit you that if the others were here for a meeting, they probably would have needed you too.

You picture it in your head, your mom opening the door to your room, her heart dropping when she sees you're not in bed. Hopper wincing when she yells your name, reassuring her that you're fine, you're not alone. You just headed out. You can imagine her livid during the meeting, worried yet furious because all this time she wanted you to be safe, you'd been betraying her trust to meet a silly boy. Jonathan feeling guilty, but he doesn't want to throw himself under the bus just so that she can be angry at the both of you. It's not his fault that you got caught and he didn't.

You see heads turning to look at you through the window, wanting to see what's busying Joyce's gaze and you put your head down, walking towards the front door. You push your key into the keyhole, twisting it once, twice, and you hear the door unlock each time. Your other hand comes up to rest on the doorknob, and you hit your head on the door, taking a deep breath. You pull your key out with a groan, pushing the door open, avoiding your mom's gaze to the best of your ability.

"Y/N Byers. Look at me right now." The room is absolutely silent at the tone of your mother's voice and you look up with a sigh, seeing Jonathan's eyes widen. He starts shaking his head at you from behind where your mother is now standing, walking towards you. You swallow once, knowing that there's something wrong - more wrong than just sneaking out, but you can't wrap your finger about it, and Jonathan certainly wasn't helping you guess.

It's only when Joyce's hand comes up, brushing a strand of hair behind your shoulder that you realise, jerking away from your mother as you rush to your bathroom to desperately cover your hickeys, knowing fully well that she's already gotten a good look at them. There's three aggressive knocks at the door "Y/N I've already seen, come out now."

Embarrassment tugs at your chest and tears start to prick your eyes, but you forcefully wipe them away. You put your makeup brush down, looking up at your half covered hickeys. You still had three on the opposite side of your neck that were on full display and one was half covered by your top, leaving the rest to the imagination. When you open the door, Joyce is sitting on your bed, and she pats the spot next to her. You trodded over to her, keeping enough space between you as you let her talk, keeping your head down.

"Now under regular circumstances, I'd be happy for you and ask who this young man is, but I'm really disappointed Y/N. I thought we had a deal." You sigh, picking at your nails, knowing that if you said something, it would come out louder and angrier than you'd meant it to be. "Is this the same boy who snuck in last month?" You furrow your eyebrows, finally looking at her. Despite everything, you laugh whole-heartedly. "That was probably Nancy, mom. She basically lives here."

You watch as her jaw drops. "Nancy as in Nancy in my living room Nancy?" You nod "Her and Jonathan are-?" She doesn't finish her sentence, sitting there silently instead. "Do I need to have a talk with you and your brother about using protection with boyfriends and girlfriends?" She asks genuinely, frowning slightly. "No mom! God no!" You yell, shaking your head. "So... You're using protection with this guy?" "Billy." You confirm, nodding at her. "-Because at least Jonathan could decide to not be involved, but you would have to carry it." Your face flushes red and your hand comes up to scratch the side of your head, hiding your face from her.

"If I show you a photo of Billy, will you please stop asking me humiliating questions?" You ask, already getting off the bed to retrieve a box of polaroids. You open the box and gasp, desperately trying to cover the photo of you and Billy making out on the top of the pile, accidentally pushing it away from you and sending all the polaroids flying. Joyce laughs, shaking her head as she mutters something about you embarrassing yourself.

You lean down, pulling some wholesome photos from the floor and handing them over to your mom, who observes them closely. She hums, going through them, and finally says "But even if you didn't use protection...You two would have beautiful babies."

#stranger things #billy hargove x reader #stranger things fics #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #billy stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy x reader #billy hargrove #joyce byers #byers #robin buckley #steve harrington #jim hopper #fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic

[luke-hughes43]

the proposal | Luke and Stella

for a little context: this is after Stella graduates college and her and Luke have lived together for the past year. this is gonna be wicked long btw. I also gave her a random generic middle name for the speech to add to the effect.

goes with: the proposal (insta edit)

July 27, 2025

3rd pov

it was the day of their 5 year anniversary. Luke was basically bouncing off the walls with excitement, having had this planned for months. Stella was suspicious when all of her immediate family were there and then all of their close friends too.

he was definitely awake before her but she convinces him to stay in bed longer, "too early. wanna stay in bed." he laughs softly and agrees, "just for a little bit. I have something planned for later. and you're going out with your mom, ava, and my mom. you guys have nail appointments at like 1 or something."

"I do?"

"yep. your mom and my mom did it and just told me to tell you."

"ok."

that adds to stella's suspicion but she ignores is and enjoys the extra 20 minutes she's getting with Luke. especially bc they're having a soft and sweet make out session, finally having alone time away from their families.

Stella is addicted to kissing him.

there's soft "I love you's" exchanged before they get ready for the day. there's a big lunch with everyone before the nail appointment. Stella had a good time having a girls afternoon with her mom, sister, and basically second mother.

Stella has a good time with her mom, sister, and Ellen having a girls afternoon but would've rather been with Luke. Luke was no where to be found when Stella got home.

he was out with jack and Quinn getting stuff for that night and making a reservation for dinner that night. he was bubbling with excitement the whole time and jack and Quinn were just as excited for him.

Luke and Stella decided to get their own house for the summer too and it happened to share a yard and dock with jack and Quinn. which is where griff and ava are staying along with their friends. trevor is staying at jack and quinn's instead. Stella gets back to her house disappointed that Luke wasn't there but covered it up.

she sneaks away from everyone and heads upstairs. trying to take a moment to herself as she misses Luke. she finds her favorite summer dress on their bed with a note on top of it. the note reads, "hey sweet girl. I know it's our 5 year anniversary and that I've disappeared. I promise there's a good reason. it's the plan I told you about this morning. I'll be back at 4 and you'll have me for the rest of the night. hopefully you'll wear your favorite dress because it's my favorite too. I'm taking you to dinner and then a surprise. I love you so much Stella. I'll see you soon pretty girl."

Stella smiles and then gets ready for her night out with Luke. she definitely wore the dress. once she's ready, she hangs out with her family downstairs and tortures trevor with the help of griff. she definitely misses him a lot.

when Luke finally get's home, he immediately kisses Stella. "hey pretty girl."

stella's pov

"hi Luke."

"ready for dinner?"

"yea."

Luke smiles and extends his hand out to me. I grab it softly and let him lead me out to the car. when we get to the car, he stops me before opening the door for me (because he refuses to let me open the door ever.) and grabs something out of the car.

he turns and it's a bouquet of flowers.

he has a big smile on his face and I feel myself smiling probably just as big. he hands them to me, "these are for you."

"thank you. they're beautiful."

"not as beautiful as you." he says with a cheeky smile. I blush and say back teasingly, "stop flirting and just open the damn door."

he laughs and opens the door for me, helping me into the car. his car is lifted and I'm in heels because my boyfriend is a fucking giant so I needed a little help. he then closes it and gets in the drivers seat. he never lets me drive, I think that's because he doesn't like my driving. anyways, he puts on our playlist and drives into town and to this really nice restaurant.

"Luke, this place is really nice."

"only the best for my best girl."

I blush and he opens the door, helping me out of his car. he leads me inside and says to the host, "hi. I have a reservation for 2. under Luke."

the host smiles, "right this way sir." she leads us to our table and we sit. we enjoy a nice dinner, just the two of us, and I love every second of it. this is what I wanted for today, just uninterrupted time with my favorite person in the whole world and the love of my life.

after dinner, (Luke obvi paid bc he refuses to let me put my card down for anything), Luke drives us back to our house. it's a nice peaceful drive as we enjoy the music coming from luke's phone.

Luke and I have similar music tastes, both of us really liking country music, so there's been any issues with us and having different music tastes. except for the fact that I'm utterly obsessed with Taylor Swift and am a certified swiftie but he is not. anyways, the drive back is quick but nice.

he pulls into our driveway opens the door for me once again helping me out, "let's go find a vase for those."

I nod and follow him into the house. it's surprisingly empty, everyone must be at jack and quinn's. we quickly find a vase for the flowers and after they are in water, Luke says, "hey. let's take a walk down to the dock."

I nod and let him lead me down to the dock. halfway onto the dock, there's candles lit on both sides. it looks so romantic. I see a bunch of our family and friends standing at the dock smiling. well, our parents are fighting back tears but everyone else is smiling. he looks down at me with a smile and I ask, "Luke, what's going on?"

"just trust me stel." he says. I nod and follow him.

at the end of the dock, past our friends and family, there's a bunch of candles in the shape of a heart and bunch fairy lights all around it. he leads me to the center of it and turns to face me.

I hear him say under his breath, "here goes nothing."

he then tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and says, "Stella Marie Zegras, we've been together for 5 years, since we were 17. now, we're 22 and I love you just as much now as I did back then when we had the whole world ahead of us."

knowing where he's going with this, I interrupt him, "yes."

"it feels fitting to do this in the same spot on the same day that I first asked you out all those years ago. we've been thought a lot together. from hiding our relationship from trevor for 8 months to moving from michigan to New Jersey together and countless injuries and bad games." he continues.

I interrupt again, "Luke, yes."

"you've always been a calm presence in my life Stella. you're strong, beautiful, and the best person I know. there's no one else."

"Luke, I'm saying yes." I interrupt again. I can hear jack and trevor giggling along with mom and ellen smacking them to shut them up.

“god damnit stella, let me finish and then you can say yes. i spent a month figuring this speech out just let me say it. anyways, you are the only woman for me Stella. I've had this ring since you told me you would come to jersey with me, that's how much I love you, and how long I've known that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. and only you. actually, I'm pretty sure I knew before you told me that you would come to jersey with me that I wanted to marry you but that's not really the point. this is only place that felt right to do this, with our closest friends and our family, this is our spot."

he pauses, dropping to a knee, "Stella Marie Zegras, will you marry me?"

I nod my head vigorously. "yes! a billion times yes!" I say through tears and a smile.

Luke smiles and puts the ring on my finger before picking me up and spinning me around. our friends and family clapping and cheering. Luke puts me down and leans in to kiss me.

after he pulls away, our family and friends come over and say they're congratulations. Luke and I get pulled into separate hugs by our parents and siblings. I think griff gives me the tightest hug out of everyone.

the rest of the night is just spent mainly with Luke enjoying the fact that we're engaged now and getting married.

griff, ava, and the rest of our friends stay at jack and Quinn's tonight to give us some privacy so they don't hear us having sex for half the night.

#stella zegras #luke hughes #new jersey devils

[artaxlivs]

Eddie wakes up in an unfamiliar bed. He’s bandaged and broken with no memory of how he got here. Before he can call out for help, Steve comes in. Looks delighted that he’s awake. Tells him he has to be quiet though. That Steve’s parents showed up and they’ll probably leave soon but if they see Eddie, they’ll call the police and he’s still a wanted man.

Steve’s got the kind of bathroom that connects his room with the guest room. Says they’re called “Jack and Jill” bathrooms. Which sounds like some weird Brady Bunch type of shit but it means they have access to each other and a bathroom without leaving their rooms which is convenient as hell.

Steve helps him to the bathroom at first, closes the door for privacy. Showers are trickier because his parents would notice the shower running twice. And Eddie needs help. They shower together with their boxers on until the last minute, then shove them down with their backs turned and wrap up quickly with towels after. It’s an odd bonding experience but it breaks down any barriers they have pretty quickly.

Steve apologizes daily for the lack of visitors. Says they can’t risk it though, his parents don’t really know about the kids. Steve sneaks him food, cold leftovers usually but snacks to keep in a drawer, even brings him a pack of Yoo-hoos. He loans Eddie his Walkman with his shitty tapes but promises to go to the record store soon and get Eddie something he likes.

Every day Steve brings him something new. A notebook to doodle in, colored pens, books to read. Spends most of his time with Eddie. Let’s Eddie draw fake tattoos on him with a black marker until Eddie’s exhausted and needs to sleep. Refuses to scrub the tattoos in the shower so they’ll last longer. Eddie drags his fingertips over them sometimes. Thinks about pressing his lips to them.

He has nightmares about the bites and feels them again night after night. Feels terrified in the dark. One night he wakes in Steve’s arms, with Steve shushing him and rocking him. Steve tells Eddie that he’d been crying out and he was afraid his parents would come check. Offers to sleep with him. Eddie’s so desperate for human contact that agrees, even though he’s already worried Steve knows how he feels. The next night, Steve offers without Eddie even asking. He never bothers going back to his own bed after that.

It’s not until he’s been trapped in one room for two weeks and realized he isn’t getting any stronger that Eddie gets suspicious.

The weirdest thing is that Eddie never hears anyone else in the house. And he listens. His window faces the backyard so he can’t tell if Steve’s parents' car is ever gone. But the phone never rings and there’s never raised voices or music or anything. No TV to disrupt the silence. The only time there are sounds from the kitchen or on the stairs is when Steve’s out of the room.

One day, Steve tells him he’s going to go see the kids, maybe bring Eddie some letters from them if he can but his moms home so Eddie can’t leave the room. Shouldn’t even walk around and don’t flush the toilet. He’s scared. Or he acts like it at least. Eddie’s not sure what to think. Makes Eddie promise to be careful because he says he doesn’t want anything to happen to him. So afraid he’ll come home to find Hawkins PD on the lawn and Eddie at gunpoint.

Eddie’s afraid of that too but he’s just as afraid that there’s something not adding up here. He waits for fifteen minutes after Steve leaves before he cracks his guestroom door open, listening for any sounds. There’s nothing. He’s so weak that his legs almost wobble in their borrowed sweats but he makes it across the hall to what looks like another guest room. It overlooks the street. No cars in the driveway or out front. But they have a garage. So maybe they’re parked inside it?

Eddie pokes his head cautiously into the other bedroom. The door to this one is closed. It’s clearly the master, he can tell once he peeks inside. On his way to pull the door shut though, he sees dust on the bedside table. He lifts up the picture frame on it. There’s a lot of dust on the table. Months worth. Maybe more. He puts the frame back carefully. Ventures farther into the room, careful not to stick his fingers into any of the dusty surfaces on the furniture he passes. In the master bathroom, he finds the same signs of disuse. Opens the closet, it’s full of clothes but they all smell musty. Like they’ve been closed up for far too long.

He goes back to the guest room to check the driveway, still empty. No Bimmer. He doesn’t bother to go downstairs. There’s no way Steve’s parents are here. Which means that Steve is keeping him here for some reason. Lying to him. Why is he lying?

He goes to the phone table in the hallway, realizes he doesn’t know Dustin’s number by heart. He only knows the number to the trailer which he tries first and gets the disconnected signal and the number to Reefer Rick which is also disconnected …and Gareth. Who he doesn’t want to involve but he needs help. He calls. It rings ten times before Eddie finally hangs up. 

He’s close to tears. Maybe he can run for it? Hide somewhere and then go to Henderson’s once it gets dark? He stands there in the upstairs hallway next to the little table with the phone on it for far too long though because he hears a car pull into the driveway. He hobbles quickly back to his room, clicking the door shut and climbing back into bed. He’s sweating, his heart is racing, Steve’s gonna know. He’s gonna know.

After a minute of movement downstairs during which Eddie barely breathes, he hears Steve coming up the stairs. His heart is near to bursting out of his chest; it's beating so fast. Steve’s bedroom door opens and then Steve comes through their shared bathroom. Concern on his face at Eddie’s agitated state.  

“Oh fuck,” Eddie whispers, voice trembling naturally, “I was freaking out. Thank god it’s you. Every tiny sound, I was sure she was gonna come in here. Can you,” he holds out his hands and Steve smiles, sliding onto the bed next to him. Protective. Eddie curls into Steve, hiding the fear in his eyes by squeezing them shut. Hiding the knowledge on his face by pressing into Steve’s shoulder. Curling into Steve like a scared rabbit. Because he is. Because Steve is some kind of predator and Eddie doesn’t know how to escape.

Steve rubs his back gently, whispering reassurances. They fall asleep like that. Eddie, exhausted from his digging and the adrenaline fall out of what he’s excavated.

When he wakes up, there’s a fresh bandage on his neck and he’s alone. Steve must be listening for him though because he comes in on quiet feet, tells him in a hushed voice that Eddie must have strained too much while Steve was gone. He’d bled through his bandage so Steve had very carefully changed it in his sleep. 

But Eddie knows it hadn’t hurt all day and it hurts now. He thinks about how often that happens. And how weak he is. How he’s not getting any stronger. How monsters are real. And Vecna is real. And that Vecna’s right hand was a vampire, a valiant knight that he gave the name Kas to. He thinks about how Steve is the most valiant knight that Eddie has ever known. And Eddie knows he has nowhere to run this time.

Posted on Ao3 as There’s Something Wrong With Steve

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #kas the bloody handed #write a series #or not

[universalwhoreofthesouth]

Protector - J.WW

Pairing: childhood friend!wonwoo X gn! reader

Genre: Fluff, mild angst, slight attempt at humor

Warning(s): mentioned drug use, childhood friends to lovers, author wonwoo propaganda, confessions, kissing

A/N: I cried a little when I first wrote this a while ago (a year ago). I stand with Author Wonwoo and no one will stop me. I could have sworn I read a blog like this so if I find it, I’ll tag the original blogger

Edit: Idea Inspired by @boyfrvmthemoon

Ever since you and Wonwoo were kids, you two were always opposites. You were known as “the bad kid” while Wonwoo was known for being well mannered and shy. You were older than him by a year, meaning he looked up to you as his protector, his guardian but as he got older, he developed feelings for you. He kept them suppressed for years and it didn’t help that you would tease him, “playfully flirt” with him, even being touchy with him from time to time but he didn’t mind it at all. You were always an exception for him, even in your current days. You made him feel heard whenever he spoke to you. Every time you spoke to him, he never missed that glimmer in your eye during conversation but he excused it as “I didn’t wipe off my glasses” or some other lie when he told other people about you. He couldn’t grasp the thought that you think of him the same way he thinks about you until that one fateful night:

You texted Wonwoo to come over to your place at exactly 9:30 P.M. He was confused on why you wanted him to come over but since he didn’t have anything else to do, he decided to go. He put on his baby blue sweater (your favorite sweater he owned) and gray sweatpants, knowing that it’ll be cold and went on his way. It took him exactly 20 minutes to get to your house. Once he arrived, he parked his car in your driveway. He sees you sitting on your front step, a blunt pressed against your lips before blowing the smoke into the air around you. He gets out of the car, causing you to look ahead because of the sound. You see Wonwoo walking towards you whilst looking adorable as ever. You pat the space next to you on the step, sliding over to give him some room. He smiled and sat down next to you.

“Is there a certain reason why you called me?” he asked, not wanting to rush home but he would rather be home before he did something stupid and embarrassed himself in front of you. You were wearing your favorite leather jacket and skin tight black pants that outlined your curves, clearly not caring about the cold weather. Wonwoo kept his eyes on the ground, hoping you didn’t catch him staring.

“I just wanted to see you. It’s been a minute, yeah?” You hum and put your head on his shoulder. He tenses but quickly relaxes despite slightly shivering.

“I guess it has. It's just I’ve been busy” He didn’t wish to be, only wanting to spend time with you.

“Busy huh? How’s the book going?” his heart swelled, happy that you remembered the last conversation you had with him. You asked him what he has been doing recently and he mentioned that he was writing a book about his childhood. You teased him, saying that you were going to be a part of the story, to which Wonwoo shyly admits that you were but he didn’t tell you that you were the main element in his creation.

“It’s actually going well. Still have many chapters to go” you chuckle and look up at him with slightly red eyes but you both knew you weren’t that high yet. You put out your blunt and placed it back in your jacket pocket.

“It feels like it was just yesterday, sneaking out of your house and hanging out because your mom wouldn’t allow you out after dark. I would always have my arms slinged around you when we were at school, glaring at everyone who looked at you sideways” you both laugh and start reminiscing on the old memories you shared.

“I remember you promised to always protect me, even if we were old and wrinkly” Wonwoo giggles, your heart flutters at the pretty sound.

“And I kept that promise, didn’t I?” you nudged his arm a bit, almost noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.

“You did but I never knew why. I could handle myself” he said smugly, making you roll your eyes.

“No you couldn’t. I always saw you as a little brother so I would always make sure you’re ok. Well.. until recently” this time Wonwoo raised his eyebrow at your statement.

“Until recently?”

“Yeah. I always thought that you saw me as your bodyguard or an older sibling in a way. I didn’t mind it as long as it made you happy. Your happiness means the world to me, Won. You overall mean the world to me but..” you pause, your eyes looking up at the stars above your roof.

“I love you Wonwoo and I know you probably don’t see the way I see you. You’re just so perfect. You didn’t live in a fucked home like I did. You have the perfect life, perfect parents, somewhat perfect friends, and then there’s me, an unstable druggie that fights people because I’m afraid to show emotion. You don’t deserve to be near me. I already fucked up everything as it is and I don’t want to lose you too” you finish.

Silence.

Just as you expected.

You get up and walk to your door, ready to head inside but before you could open your door, you feel Wonwoo grab your wrist.

“Y/n.” he starts, eyes glossed with unshed tears. “You’re not going to lose me. I love you too. I love every part of you. I don’t care that you’re not perfect. I don’t want you to be perfect, you already are to me. You are all I would think about. I was scared to tell you how I felt because I was scared that you would laugh at me and throw me away. You could have cared for anyone but yet you picked me, a fucking loser but you stayed by my side for all these years and I’m forever grateful. Ever since that day when you found me outside at lunch by myself, I knew that I’d fall in love with you. I would always say to myself that we were destined to be together but now wasn’t the time. We were young back then but now we’re older, more mature. I know what my heart wants and it’s you Y/n, always has” his voice cracks, holding your numb hands to his heart, feeling it beat against your skin.

“I hate you for almost making me cry jerk” you frown slightly, he smiles.

“But I was close” he teases, making you playfully roll your eyes.

“But did you actually mean it Won?” your voice was barely above a whisper, wanting to cherish the moment, afraid it might come crashing down.

“I meant every single word. I would go to the moon and back for you Y/n and that’s a promise”

“Stealing my lines?”

“Never hurt to try,” he chuckles.

“Can I kiss you?” Your blunt words make him blush violently but he nods, giving you permission.

You smile and hold the back of his neck, pulling him down to your level before kissing him gently. His lips were just as soft as you imagined after all these years of dreaming. You smiled when you felt him melt into your hands like butter when you ran your fingers through his hair. You pull away and look into his eyes once more, seeing adoration and pure love in his irises.

“Mine” You smile and push up his glasses.

“Yours” he whispers back.

#wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #wonwoo angst #wonwoo fluff #childhood friends to lovers #seventeen #author wonwoo propaganda #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff

[kittensyoonie]

Txt X Male Reader

Beomgyus home life is getting progressively worse. After one horrible episode, Beomgyu asks you to run away with him.

Choi Beomgyu X Male Reader (no agab mentioned)

Requested: pffft… no-

Warnings: angst, abuse, homophobia, homophobic slur words used! (and not used lightly), violence, depression, coming out, getting together, ambiguous ending, mentions of parent death, please don’t take these warnings lightly, tbh I’d say the violence and abuse is graphic :/, not a lot but yk I use details and that in itself qualifies to me, be careful reading this!!

Beomgyus home life declined rapidly after his mother passed away. His father took his anger and pain out on him, and never stopped.

His mother had the most beautiful voice and encouraged Beomgyu to do music, something he fell in love with as a child. But since her death, his father hated music, even more when Beomgyu had something to do with it.

While he mourned his mothers passing, a new student showed up at school. Unexpectedly, Beomgyu started leaning on him. A new person to help him through everything that wasn’t his own group of friends. Don’t get him wrong, he loved them, but there are some things that’s he couldn’t confide in them with. That boys name was y/n.

Y/n supported his love for music and continuing with it, helping him sneak around with his friends and band to play. He was there for every performance and did his best to go with him during practices.

It really didn’t take long for Beomgyu to fall for y/n. The one problem was, if there was anything Beomgyus dad hated more than music, or his son himself, it was gay people. He despised gay people.

Beomgyu knew if there was anything that would cause his dad to kick him out or worse, it would be that. And there was no chance he was risking it. So he kept his feelings to himself, basking in what he could. Being around y/n was enough for him, at least at the time.

He kept a diary of everything though, his music, missing his mom, his dads abuse, and his love for his classmate who just so happened to also be a boy. It was locked, and kept under his mattress, the one place his father never went through.

Until one night, Beomgyu snuck out to play with his band.

It wasn’t late at all, and he told his dad he was just studying at Soobins house. But somehow, someone told Beomgyus dad what he had been up to. So while he was gone, his dad trashed his room, digging through everything and breaking anything in his room that had anything to do with music.

When he snuck back into his window, he felt something was off. When he stepped on the ground, he stepped on a broken cd. His heart stopped, and after adjusting to the dark, he noticed his room was trashed.

He sat down on his bed and looked around in horror and heartbreak. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what his father had done. In fear, he checked under his mattress for his diary, his heart stopping once he realized it was gone.

In that moment, the door opened and the light was turned on. His father was standing in the doorway, a look of pure anger and hatred on his face as he gripped his broken but opened diary.

Y/n was laying in bed scrolling on tiktok when he got a text from Beomgyu just saying ‘I’m sorry’. His body ran cold, he had a feeling something was seriously wrong.

Y/n quickly grabbed a jacket and shoes, he had on a simple shirt and sweats, so he didn’t bother changing. He rushed to his car and drove off to Beomgyus house, gripping the steering wheel.

He was madly in love with him. With his voice, his smile, his playfulness. Before he realized it, Beomgyu became his whole world. Dramatic yeah, but it was true. He was his happiness and life line. And never gave up on Beomgyu. Seeing that text, it scared him. They had a good day, Beomgyu had a good day. He knew his dad was abusive, he’d taken care of Beomgyu physically and mentally after his dads episodes. This however, was different. He knew.

“… and I know I didn’t raise a fucking fag!!! You’re a disgrace, disgusting. I cannot believe something like you could be in my household!!!” Y/n could hear Beomgyus father yell as he pulled up, there were also sounds of things being thrown around and he could swear he heard him hit his own son too.

Y/n popped his jaw in anger and picked up his phone, texting Beomgyu as fast as he could. ‘I’m outside’. It didn’t take long for him to be left on read. He didn’t get out of his car, he wanted to drive away immediately, and based off what he heard being yelled, he knew actually showing himself would make it worse.

“To go behind my back and continue with music when I specifically told you not to is one thing, I’m pissed at you for that! But THIS?! Hey— what the hell do you think you’re doing? You better not be waking away from me!” — “GET OFF OF ME!! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME, DO NOT TOUCH ME!!”

Y/n startled when he heard Beomgyu scream back at his dad. It was so loud his voice was breaking and scratching. He could hear more crashing before the window opened again, Beomgyu climbing out with a duffle bag and his backpack.

He ran over to y/ns car, a busted lip, black eye, and tears streaming down his face. He barely got the car door closed before y/n drove off, not allowing his father to catch up.

“Gyu? Are you with me?” Y/n asked, reaching over to place his hand on Beomgyus thigh.

He didn’t get a response, and when he worriedly looked over he saw him staring out the window silently crying. He frowned hard and kept driving, keeping his hand on Beomgyus thigh, softly rubbing circles on it.

“They’re asleep, they won’t wake up to us moving around. You’ll be alright.” Y/n explained as he parked his car at his apartment.

Beomgyu just nodded and got out of the car, grabbing his stuff. Y/ns heart broke, getting out as well and going to him. He grabbed the duffel bag for him and took his keys out, bringing him inside. He grabbed his hand and brought him to his bedroom.

“I’m going to grab some first aid stuff okay? I’ll be right back.” Y/n stuttered out, trying to hide his frown.

He could see now with light just how bad Beomgyus condition was. He knew he wouldn’t need a hospital, he knew Beomgyu absolutely hated the idea of going or telling the cops. But he needed to clean his open wounds.

Beomgyu nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. Y/n quietly rushed to the bathroom and grabbed what he needed, not wanting to leave him alone for too long. He went back to his room and locked the door behind him, before going over to him.

Y/n sat in front of Beomgyu, sighing. “I need you to take your shirt off, please…”

Beomgyu didn’t really show a reaction, but proceeded to take his shirt off anyways. Y/n let out a shaky breath as he saw the bruises on his stomach. They weren’t too bad, but they were there.

Y/n started cleaning Beomgyu up, tears welling in his eyes. His neck had red irritated marks in the shape of handprints on them, which looked ready to turn into a bruise at any moment. His left collarbone had scratches on it, which looked it like came from the fabric of his shirt ripping the skin open.

What’s worse was his face, he had a black eye, his eyebrow above it was split open. His cheek was busted open, along with his bottom lip. Y/n did he best to clean it and patch him up. He wanted so badly to tell him to call the cops, or get proper medical care, but he knew it would only make the situation worse. So he stayed silent instead.

“You can borrow one of my shirts to sleep okay?” Y/n asked, grabbing a hold of one of Beomgyus hands, noticing blood on them.

He felt the boy nod as he began cleaning his hands the best he could. Y/n went to the closet after, pulling out a shirt for him to borrow before going into his duffel bag, pulling out a pair of boxers and shorts. He had to physically help Beomgyu change his clothes since he was still in shock. After Beomgyu was dressed he helped him get under the covers, pulling him close to his chest.

“What if…” Beomgyu mumbled, his voice broken and hoarse as he stared at the wall in the pitch black room. “What if we ran away together?”

Y/n was silent at first, before whispering softly. “I can’t Gyu… we can’t… we’re minors, we have no where to go, no way to support ourselves. I’d love to run away with you, be with you forever, but we can’t…”

Beomgyu gripped his shirt, finally bursting into tears. “I want to leave, I want to run away from this place. Not just home, but this town, this pain. I can’t take it anymore. But I don’t want to be alone.”

Y/n turned from laying on his back to facing Beomgyu, holding his waist while also holding him close. “I know Gyu, I’m so sorry. I wish we could, I really do.”

They stayed like that for a while, letting Beomgyu cry it all out. Y/n caressed his waist soothingly, letting him do as he needed. He didn’t seem phased when Beomgyu moved his hand to his neck, then to his face, cupping his cheek. He moved to place his hand over Beomgyus, not expecting to find himself in a passionate kiss.

Y/n made a soft startled sound before kissing him back, letting Beomgyu take control. There were a couple of moments where it was more teeth than lips, but he knew he was emotional and didn’t care much.

He placed his hand back on Beomgyus waist, gently pushing him away. “We should really go to sleep. We can continue this tomorrow.”

“Yeah, goodnight y/n.” He responded breathlessly.

“Goodnight Beomgyu.”

#kpop x male reader #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #kpop x reader #txt x reader #txt x male reader #tomorrow x together x male reader #tomorrow x together x reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x male reader #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x male reader

[sunflowergirl522]

The Cousins

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie meets your big extended family for the first time

Word Count: 2504

Eddie Masterlist

Eddie’s stomach was churning as he pulled up in front of your house to pick you up for your grandma's birthday. He’s met both her and your grandfather before and they liked him like your parents liked him, but now he was going to be meeting all of your aunts and uncles and cousins. He’s even more nervous than he was the first time he ever publicly played anywhere with the band. The only reason he knew he’d be able to get through this is because you were gonna be right by his side. 

Your family meant the world to you and you were so excited for them to meet Eddie and for Eddie to meet them. Your parents had left earlier to help your aunt set up and cook before everyone showed up and you’ve been ready to go since a little after that. You’ve just been waiting for Eddie to get off of work to get you.

You knew how anxious he probably was. He was super nervous to meet just your parents but this was almost all of your extended family. And you’re not a fool you know there’s a lot of them on your mom's side and that it can be overwhelming for newcomers especially ones who care so much like your sweet boyfriend. So to help ease his nerves you baked him his favorite cookie for the trip there.

“Hey Eddie baby!” You greet with a smile as he gets out of the van while you turn to lock the door.

“Hey Dollface, you ready to go?” He stops halfway down your walkway as you start making your way over to him in your long flowy skirt and crop top.

“Yeah, are you?” You let him take you into his arms wrapping your own around his waist.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. You look real pretty today.” He places a kiss on the top of your head after he finishes speaking.

“You say that everyday.” You roll your eyes smiling into his chest before pushing away and giving him a little twirl. “You like it? Mom found a bunch of her old clothes from the sixties and seventies and gave them to me again. They’re all very Stevie Nicks.”

“You’d look pretty in a burlap sack Princess. Now come on, don’t wanna be late for gram's birthday do we?” He catches your hand and pulls you back to him, leading the way to the van. Eddie opens your door waiting till you’re safely inside before shutting it and rounding to his side.

“Oh, here I baked you this to help with your nerves.” You hand him the tupperware in your hand before he has a chance to start the van.

“Oatmeal raisin? Baby, you shouldn’t have. You wanna share with me while you tell me where to go?”

“Sure.”

You direct him to a country house in what seems to be the middle of nowhere. Your family had money, it’s something he’s known since the two of you met, but seeing this much property all for one family really puts into perspective just how much yours has. Before he can start driving up to it he stops the van and takes a few deep breaths. Maybe he’s a little more nervous than he thought he was because he’s hyperventilating and can’t get himself to drive the car any further.

“Eddie?” You had zoned out to the Metallica album playing through the stereo and hadn’t even realized the van had stopped until a few minutes had passed. “Oh my god Eddie! Are you okay?” 

He nods his head and croaks out a ‘fine’ not wanting you to worry even though he feels like the van is closing in around him. You know he’s lying though, Eddie doesn’t normally have panic attacks but every once in a while one will sneak up on him. You unbuckle yourself and open your door to get out.

“Alright hold on baby I’ll be right there okay?” You rush around to his door before opening it and leaning into the van to pry his white knuckled grip from the steering wheel. “I’m right here baby, let’s get you out of the van and into some fresh air okay?” As soon as you get him out of the car you sit him down on the gravel road leading up to the house and crouch in front of him. “You’re gonna get through this Eddie.” You bring his hands up to hold your face knowing that the physical touch will help him. 

“Breathe with me baby okay? In and out.” Eddie follows your lead of taking a deep breath in holding it for a few seconds before letting it out. The two of you do this a few times until his breathing is back to normal and his heart rate has slowed down. You smile as he calms down and place a kiss on his forehead. “I’m proud of you. Do you wanna talk about what caused it?”

“Just overwhelmed I guess. Now come on we gotta get you up there and stop blocking the road.” He stands up after shrugging and pulls you up with him.

“Eddie? Do you want to just go home? I can tell them all that I got sick so we weren’t able to make it.”

“You’ll be with me the whole time right?” You nod at him. “Then I’ll be fine. But, maybe you should drive up there in case I freeze again.”

“Okay.”

Eddie feels better almost immediately upon entering the house. You’re all smiles and refusing to let go of his hand as you lead him through the place looking for people. You find your parents first and your mom immediately pulls him into a hug and it’s suddenly like he never had a panic attack, her hugs were always healing in that sort of way. 

“Are there a lot of people in the kitchen right now?” You ask your dad knowing he’d give you an answer more honest than your mom because she was used to a lot of people.

“I’d start in the dining room, only Amy and her husband are in there.”

“Thanks.” Your hand goes back to its home wrapped up with Eddies before you head into the next room over. 

“Y/n! We’re so glad you could make it.” Your aunt pulls you into a hug as soon as you get close enough and you’re quick to embrace her back. “Is this the boyfriend we’ve been hearing so much about?”

“Yeah, Eddie this is my aunt Amy and that’s her husband Dave. This is my Eddie.”

“You’re getting a hug too c’mon.” Eddie hesitates but goes for the hug anyway. Once he separates from her Dave shakes his hand in greeting. “The kids are in the living room I think.” It’s like she read your mind with what your next question would be.

“Alright, I’ll find them after I’m done introducing Eddie to the others.”

Eddie meets five more aunts and their husbands two of which being your great aunts, and your uncle and aunt, who are twins, and their wife and husband. There were also all of the older cousins you had who were hanging around with the adults. All of them pull him into greeting hugs and it’s made clear to him why your love language has always seemed to be physical touch.

“C’mon let’s go find the kids, I’m pretty sure I know where they are.” You pull him through the house to a closed door where you can faintly hear children from the other side. “This used to be my playroom when I’d visit.” You quickly explain with a fond smile before opening the door. There’s five kids in the room of various ages it seems. Two girls are playing with dolls, one boy is playing solitaire in the corner, and another boy is chasing a giggling girl around the room.

“Y/n!” The smile that graces your face as the running girl sees you is bigger than any Eddie has ever seen and you drop his hand faster than you ever have in order to meet her in the middle and lift her into your arms.

“There’s my little vampire bat!” At the sound of your voice the other kids look over and the boy playing cards rushes over to you before anyone else can.

“Y/n, come see my game. I’m winning!” He grabs one of your hands and starts to pull you over to the table he was sitting at. You follow along easily adjusting the girl hanging on you so you can still have a grip on her with one arm. Eddie can’t help but smile as he watches you interact with your youngest cousins.

“Who are you?” His attention goes to the three sets of eyes staring up at him.

“I’m Eddie. Y/n’s boyfriend.” He quickly adds the last part after forgetting that they might not know that. The girls ooo and giggle a little bit at that. Eddie takes his hands out of his pockets and crouches to be closer to eye level to the kids in front of him. “Who are you guys?”

“I’m Cooper.”

“I’m Stacy and she’s Jenny. We’re sisters.”

“Pretty names for pretty girls.” He smiles at them and Jenny peeks out from behind her sister's back. “How old are you guys?”

“Twelve.”

“Eleven.” Cooper and Stacy speak at the same time and his eyes bounce back and forth between them before looking at little Jenny.

“I’m five.”

“What am I, lunch meat? Where’s my hellos?” You interrupt the group walking back over the other two children hot on your heels. You pull Stacy into your arms while looking over her head at Cooper. “You too old for a hug yet?” He shakes his head giving you a hug after Stacy parts from you. “Hey Bambi!” You lift Jenny into your arms and spin her around gaining her laughter. 

“Did you meet these guys then Eds?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. These two are Amelia and Ethan. They’re both eight.”

“Hey.” Eddie waves at them before straightening out.

“Kids, your grandma should be back soon, come out to surprise her!” One of your aunts yells through the house.

“Alright, come on guys.” Amelia grabs the hand that isn’t supporting Jenny on your side and you shoot a questioning look Eddie’s way making sure he doesn’t need it. He just smiles and gestures for you to lead the way out.

“Ladies first.” Stacy grabs Eddie’s hand on her way out following you and he follows behind her while making sure the boys are coming too.

“Do you like playing cards?” Ethan asks as he walks beside him.

“I don’t play much but yeah.”

“What about soccer?” Coop chimes in.

“Most I’ve ever done for soccer is pass a ball around. I’m not much into sports.”

“Well what are you into?”

“I play guitar a lot and I play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends when we can.”

“Are you in a band?” Stacy looks up at him in awe like he’s some famous musician.

“Yeah but we’re not all that popular yet.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.” Everyone quiets down as you join the rest of the family and you can’t stop smiling at how the kids seem to like Eddie. You knew they would, he just has a way with children. And really you were closer to them than you were to most of your other cousins so it really mattered the most that they liked him and he liked them. 

At some point you must’ve lost Eddie. One moment he was next to you and you were getting deep into conversation with your aunt and the next he was gone. You weren’t sure how long he was gone but just assumed he left to go to the bathroom or something until about ten minutes had passed and he still wasn’t back yet.

“I’m gonna go find Eddie, make sure he’s not freaking out somewhere.”

“I think I saw him head that way with one of the kids.” Your aunt Beth points towards the front of the house in response.

“Thank you.” Knowing that he’s probably with the kids eases your worries. They probably just pulled him away to play rather than him disappearing to have a panic attack.

You make your way through the house and exit through the front door before you hear a giggle that can only be coming from Jenny. You walk down and around the porch to find Eddie and all the kids in the yard. 

He’s passing a ball between Cooper and Ethan while talking to Stacy who’s sitting out of the way. Amelia is hanging off of his back the way she normally would anyone who would let her. And he has shy little Jenny sitting on his hip talking away and he nods in acknowledgement in between looking up at the boys to kick the ball back to one of them and responding to whatever Stacy said.

You stop to watch the sight in front of you with a smile on your face. You had helped raise all of these guys so in a way you felt like they were also partially your kids. And it meant the world to you that Jenny was opening up to him, she barely even looked in the direction of newcomers, she was so shy. It’s why you started calling her Bambi. And she normally just sticks to you or her sister. You make a mental note to tell Eddie about that so he knows how much her being attached to him means.

“Y/n!” You cringe as Amelia yells your name in Eddie’s ear. Your lovely boyfriend doesn’t react negatively to it though, doesn’t even bat an eye as her voice probably ruptures his ear drums. He just looks towards you smiling and waves before quickly moving his free hand around his back to stop your cousin from jumping off of it too fast and hurting herself.

“Woah slow down Spidermonkey.”

“You seem like you’re having a good time.” You pick Amelia off of his back and help her climb around you to your own. 

“What can I say, I found my people.” The smile on his face, the pure joy in it, the way you know he feels at home with the kids, makes your love for them grow exponentially more than you ever thought it could. The fact that Eddie would probably be freaking out internally if they hadn’t dragged him off to play has you feeling so thankful that they did.

“You’re good with them.” You poke Jenny’s nose as you speak while Eddie stops the ball again and passes it over to Ethan.

“Good enough to have my own?” He sends a flirty smirk your way and wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh at him.

“Stick with me for another year and try again.”

“I’ll hold you to that, you know?”

“I know.”

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Harringrove Lovefest: The Back Up Plan

The 10th of February's prompt I chose is The Back Up Plan ^^ The boys are going to Prom. But their dates are sick, so.....maybe they should just go with each other ^^ Next fics will be the 13th and 14th :D Enjoying seeing peoples' content so far. Hoping to look at more over the next few days ^^

Prom was one of those stupid traditions which schools seemed to have where people had to dress up, dance. Felt like they had to choose a partner. Stressed out. Be the best dressed. Be the best full stop.

Or maybe Billy was just feeling bitter about it because his date was sick.

He'd spent several hours getting things just right. His hair, his suit, his cologne. Something not too strong but with the familiar smell the girls now associated with him. He was in a suit. Shirt button up in a fashion that felt foreign to him. He even had one of those stupid flower things on his lapel. A bright red carnation. Apparently it signified love and stuff. Whatever, he'd just liked the look of it. He'd even got a matching one for his date. Being sick was a valid reason and he knew that but there was something about going to prom alone which felt….not great. They'd expect him to walk in with a date. He'd had so many people ask him and now he was stuck alone. Anyone in their right mind would have gotten a date by now or be going with friends. Something else Billy didn't really feel he had. It wasn't as if he could pick up the phone and call someone. No chance he was calling Hagan; he'd not appreciate a third wheel on his wagon tonight. If he didn't go, people would talk. If he did still go, people would talk, and he wasn't staying here dressed to the nines. That was his decision made for him.

"I'm going to the prom."

No answer, just as expected. These days, that was better than the answer he could get, so he took it and walked out. Ready to bomb away in the Camaro and forget Lacey. Maybe someone would sneak in a 'beverage' and this night would be better than he thought it would be. School was almost out for him. What were they going to do? Expel him? Heading past the Harrington household, Billy was surprised to see Harrington's BMW still parked out on the drive. Slowing down, he took a glance and realised it wasn't just the car that was there; so was Harrington and he was getting out the car with flowers. Running his hand through his hair before heading back to the house. Had he just gone out to get flowers for his date? When he returned alone, Hargrove knew that wasn't the case, so rolled to the side. Cut the engine and got out, leaning against his car as Harrington was about to get in his own.

"Buying flowers for yourself Harrington?"

He could feel the look Steve gave him without being able to properly see. That withering look, the eye roll and here it came; that stance where hands went on hips and he knew he was in for a bitchy response.

"They're for my mom. Why? You wish they were for you?"

Billy laughed, casually reaching in his pocket for his smokes. Seeing right through Steve's lies. For his mom…. Maybe now but he knew originally, that was not the idea.

"You on the bench then?"

He saw the slight shift. The stiffening and knew he'd hit a nerve. Harrington didn't have a date!! Now how's that for a turn up for the books. King Steve didn't have a Queen for his carriage.

The way the guy didn't speak for a moment and leaned on his own car, the door open, like this conversation was soon going to be over. As far as Steve was concerned anyway. Billy was in no hurry to leave.

"She got sick. The flu or somethin'." He shrugged as if it either didn't matter or he was pretending to not be bothered. Could be either, hard to tell. But Billy smirked regardless. He'd not expected Steve to be so open. Perhaps….it would be fun to toy with him but clearly King Bee here wasn't in the mood and Billy for once didn't fancy getting into a fight. Going home with a bruiser would just get him more. "Funny that," Billy started, staring down at his cigarette before looking up at Steve who was clearly listening. Eyes set on the blonde as he leaned forward a little. "That's exactly what my date said too. You think perhaps we've been stood up and they're going together?"

It was a joke but he could see the cogs whirring in Steve's head. A laugh brought it crashing down and with a sneer, Steve got in his car. Wrong move. "Wow, really touchy Harrington." He made no effort to move his car, which was partially blocking the drive and headed up it. Uninvited with the chance of Steve trying to bump him but he didn't care. Steve however seemed to realise this and instead sat in his car, clearly displeased about his unexpected guest and rival turning up at such a time..Or perhaps anytime.

"Well how about this amigo," Billy said, now leaning against the BMW as Steve wound the window down. Still stony faced but at least he'd not put the foot on the gas.

"Looks like both of our dates are either actually sick or have ditched us. Their loss man. But we're both dressed to the nines and ready to go. So how about it?"

"How about what?"

Billy shrugged, as if what he's about to say is nothing.

"We just rock up together. Show Hawkins how it's done."

The truth was Casey, or Laura or whatever her name was hadn't been Billy's first choice to Prom. Reality sucked but in this hick nation of a town, going with a girl was as natural as taking a piss. But going with a guy….not only would it be the talk of the school but the talk of the town, and as soon as that talk got back to his dad… It wasn't worth thinking about. But now said guy was sat smart and still stone faced next to him in the Camaro, it was hard to not think about all the things that came to mind when he was alone and the house was silent. Steve had been the one he'd really wanted to go to the prom with. But he'd pretend that he was just doing the guy a favour. It was just a back up plan; once they got to prom, they'd go their separate ways and that would be that. Billy would offer to take him back or he could get a cab, he didn't care. Really….. He wasn't thinking about post prom….he wasn't thinking about….

"I'm surprised you're not blasting us with that music you listen to…."

The softness of Steve's words managed to cut through the silence and Billy blinked. He was right; he'd not even done his usual routine. Slam on the gas, slam on the tunes.

"Seeing as you ask so nicely…."

The music flicked on, Billy laughed as Steve visibly winced at the volume but he wasn't in the mood for being a total asshole. So he turned it down just a notch. The radio was just finishing one tune and going onto the next. Boston's More than a Feeling. Ironic. He didn't show it though. Maxine must have been messing with the station again. Next time she was in the car, he was going to mess with her.

Metallica started to blare out instead. Four Horsemen, definitely an improvement. No sappy rock in this darn car. Not whilst he has the King Bee looking like he'd eaten wasps next to him.

"How'd you get into this?"

It's a question that Billy wasn't expecting at all. Ever. Steve being interested in his music taste. Was he feeling okay?

"Mom got me a radio when I was little," he started, gripping the wheel a little tighter on mentioning his mom. Not who he wanted to think about, but again, he wasn't going to be an asshole. And Steve actually sounded interested. There wasn't that bitchy tone to his question. "I was just messing around with it and on came Sabbath. Black Sabbath, you know Ozzy Osbourne, Tommy Iommi…. Paranoid. I was hooked man. Never changed the station after that. Now when Metallica started…."

He looked at Steve, expecting to see glazed eyes and was shocked to see the opposite. Engaged, looked like he was actually listening, interested to hear Billy talk. Strange. Get a grip.

"When we get there, don't expect me to stick around. Happy to give you a lift back but…."

"Yeah yeah." There was the bitch again, Steve looking out of the window. Hands gripped loosely on his trousers. Billy couldn't help but gaze at him before he drew his eyes back onto the road and the school which was rapidly approaching them. Steve looked….great. As always. Not a hair out of place, a fancy suit and no doubt his shoes would be like a mirror. Maybe so shiny he'd done his hair in them. He was wearing some kind of cologne; Billy had gotten a sniff earlier and had tried not to fixate on it. It suited him and all Billy could think of was how he could get close enough to smell all the undertones. Maybe him wish that he'd just gone with his own old familiar. He missed smelling like himself.

The party had already started when they finally walked through the doors, a mere nod before Billy's plan played out. Steve disappearing to wherever and Billy scoping the scene. Looking for Hagan and Carol but also any girls which had been on his list of dates to ask and perhaps should have been his choice other than Lacey, Macy…whoever she was. Hagan and Carol were holding part of the drinks table to ransom, some of the younger students side eyeing them as Tommy stood there, leaned on the table with no intention to move. Carol in his arms and trying to steal his drink; she had one of her own but when did that ever stop her? Billy was tempted to join them, but noticed a couple of girls over at a quieter part of the table. Where the finger food and whatever the school had provided was. Food at a prom, well wasn't that something? Guess the school knew some of the students were likely to be drunk or get drunk no matter what they did and at least this way, they could line their stomachs first. The two girls smiled as he approached, him keeping his distance but nodding to them. Clear that he was ready to give them attention if they wanted it but would move away if they didn't. Billy may be many things, but sleazy? Wasn't his style.

"Looking fine there ladies. Real nice."

"Thanks Billy," one of the girls chimed, the other blushing as she glanced at where his buttons would usually be open but currently weren't. Maybe he should change that. The open shirt look after all was his style and if the teachers didn't like it, well, like with the drink thing. What were they really gonna do? "You're looking mighty fine there too," the other girl chipped in, her looks even more obvious than her friend's as she checked him up and down. Clearly looking what she saw as she began to lean forward a little. Crossing his ankles and angling her body in his direction. After a while of mindless chatter, it became clear the girls were happy with a two for one offer and like hell was he going to turn that down. A few dances later and Billy was out for now. Lacey, Macey whoever was no longer on his mind at all as he finally spied the drink table being quiet and not crowded by increasingly rowdy students. Time to go out for a smoke, grab some fresh air and get back to the girls he'd been dancing with. That lovely pair of ladies who were eager for his attention and he was very happy to give them both. But now, a drink or…maybe a break first. A space on the wall near the table had also come up so that was where he headed to instead.

He'd not been leaning very long when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. Only moving slightly but like they'd been there for a while, and he'd not noticed them arrive at all.

Where did he come from? Leaning against the wall with still not a hair out of place, Steve sipped at whatever was in the cup before holding a second one out to Billy. What was….

"For the ride. And don't worry, I checked it. It's not spiked. It's from the clear bowl. The others though…yeah I'd be careful."

He wasn't gonna ask. He knew that Steve had taken a sip and he wondered what side his lips had touched before pushing the thought aside and downing the drink. Some kind of weird non alcoholic punch. But he had to give it to whoever in the school had made it; it actually didn't taste like shit.

"Been thinking of me Harrington? Ain't that sweet."

The look Steve gave him had 'Bite Me' written all over it. The jock turning away to look over the dance floor again. Oh, how Billy would certainly bite him if he got the chance. Sink his teeth right into his….

"So, not totally sucked for you then or?"

"If you mean, have I made up for my date ditching me? Very much so." Billy grinned, his eyes trailing from Steve's neck to his face as the other teen looked over at him.

"How's your game been?"

Steve shrugged, the now empty cup lingering in his hand as he pushed himself away from the wall. Looking for somewhere to put the cup.

"Gimme that."

Before Steve could protest, Billy swiped it, pressing it into his own before tossing them on the ground next to him. They'd get picked up later by someone.

"Come on man. There's no way you've been out on the bench."

"Nope," Steve responded, popping the p in that obnoxious way he did but Billy didn't care. Too busy staring at the pretty boy. He already knew Steve had been busy, but the way he was reacting was like he wasn't interested. Either in the girls or the event itself. Steve had game and yet wasn't using it. Most girls here would more than happily grab any bit of attention from him. Instead he was here. Looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"I need a smoke." Billy glanced over at Steve before shrugging. "They're in my car."

"So….Metallica."

Billy glanced over at him, the smoke from his cigarette curling up into the air as the statement hung between them. The pair were stood by his car, the party a little distance away. Not like either of them cared.

It took Billy a moment to remember the conversation on the ride here. He'd cut off mid sentence but Steve was now determined to get it out of him. Wasn't gonna let the subject drop, and Billy appreciated it. People didn't really take an interest in him. More the aesthetics. More the charm and the car. His music? It came with him but rarely did anyone treat it as a part of him other than himself.

"The Kill 'Em All album man. What an album. That opening, the riffs…." Right away Billy felt himself drifting into his happy place. A content smile as he sucked on his cigarette. Harrington bathing him with that look again. The same one as the time before.

"The Four Horsemen. Motorbreath. Metal Militia. Just the entire album man. If you ever wanna know what I'm talking about, get the album. I know you're more a Toto kinda guy." He snorted, glancing at Steve who is blowing smoke to the side and rolling his eyes.

"But I think even you might be able to appreciate it if you gave it a try."

"Do you have it in the car?"

"It's only the CD I was playing on the way here," he grinned, stomping his cigarette butt into the ground and fishing out his keys. Was he dreaming? Steve actually wanted to listen to it?

Well he wasn't gonna let this opportunity go.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd sat back in his car and listened to an album like this. And it had been even longer once he'd had someone to do it with. They didn't talk, it felt like they barely even breathed as Metallica reverbed around the car, Billy glancing at Steve now and then. Expecting any moment for the show to drop and for him to tell him to turn it off. But he didn't and even more surprisingly, he was sat there listening. Like, not rolling his eyes or spacing out. But sat there, relaxed. His eyes on the radio then the dash as his fingers tapped away to the beat.

It's everything Billy didn't realise he'd wished for.

It was in-between tracks when Steve finally broke the silence. But it wasn't to ask about the music. It was about something very different.

"Why didn't you ask?"

Wasn't that just the question. One that Billy'd thought about. Had danced on his lips but been drawn back in. Had played on his minds but felt just like a fantasy. And finally it was out there. Billy didn't think he'd feel any different but the relief he felt to hear it? He couldn't describe it. It felt like a massive rock had been lifted off his chest and he was finally free but even that didn't cover it.

"You grew up here right? Do you really need to ask?"

He could see that Steve got it, even before he replied. The way there was a flicker across his face before Steve looked away. He knew Billy couldn't have asked him. And that neither of them….

"It's so stupid. Like why do we have to choose a girl and make both people miserable instead of just…."

"Being able to ask. Yeah I know. Fucking stupid man. Would have been easier in Cali. Maybe…. I dunno."

"And what would we have done in Cali?"

The smirk he knew Steve knew very well appeared on Billy's face and hands on the wheel, he glanced over. Pulling out a white carnation from his door and putting it on the dash in front of Steve.

"Well I could tell you Harrington. But I think it would way more fun if you just found out…"

#harringrovelovefest #harringrovelovefest2024 #kaizen's kreations #harringrove at the prom #Tw brief mention of violence but just a mention #Overall fluffy happy Harringrove vibes

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/731357105322393600/livs-not-used-to-being-the-centre-of-attention-so

Omg nonny is so right (which makes me sad for Liv a little bit but sometimes we gotta suffer for the plot sweetie!)

But Liv is also surrounded by all these men in her life who would do anything to protect her 😭 timo, lio, little bros, uncle Nico, EVEN CONNOR I’m sure takes an older brother position 😭😭😭 and luca’s just like, yeah I’ll put up with it all just for her???!! SWOON

B IM CRYIN

Ope. This got really long 😅

Liv gets a part time job as a waitress at a little pub in the center of town. She does’t need the money- her dad would get her anything she wants- but she really wants the experience. The town has had an influx of tourists and it’s fun to interact with so many different cultures. Of course the bar has a local crowd. Part of that crowd is David, who is a creepy dude that likes to slap asses of the waitress when he’s had one too many shots of vodka. 

Liv has avoided run-ins with him, until one night when she’s particularly flustered and doesn’t swing wide enough to avoid his wandering hands. He brushes her ass and asks her if she wants to go home with him. Liv declines and he asks again. She says no firmer. He shrugs, saying, “you’ll give in to me one way or another.” Liv is thankful when Luca comes to pick her up from work that evening. 

She ends up sharing the incident with her coworkers who share their own terrifying stories with him. One girl was cornered in the back alley with him and only escaped because a cook came out to throw garbage away. David is friends with the bar owner, who insists David is harmless and joking around.

It didn’t feel like joking to Liv. 

Liv tells her mom over drinks a few nights later. Emma expresses concern and wants Liv to talk to Timo.

“Daddy will make everything worse.” Liv grumbles, grabbing a piece of gouda and popping it in her mouth. “He’s so… aggressive.”

“This is one of those times where we let your dad unleash.” Emma insists.

“Can we talk about something else?” Liv abruptly changes the subject. “Luca and I are going into the mountains next weekend.”

Emma allows her daughter to drop the subject, but she will be telling her husband.

“How is work, Livy?” Emma asks on Sunday at family dinner. They have a full house, Emma’s favorite, with the Meiers, Hischiers, Connor, and Luca. It was a warm day spent on the boat and in the water. Liv is pink and slightly sunburned, feeling exhausted and disappointed she has to work tomorrow.

“Fine.” She mumbles.

“Mama told me you were harassed at work.” Timo says. Liv whips her head at her mom who is glaring at her husband. “And we decided you’re quitting.”

“We?” Emma snaps, pinning her husband with her fiery gaze. “That is not-”

“No I’m not.” Liv cuts her mom off.

“I’m with your dad on this. You don’t need that job. I’ll take care of you.” Luca interjects. 

“I’ll take care of my daughter.” Timo grumbles. Emma smacks his thigh, mortified at this entire situation. She told him discreet! She completely forget that nothing about Timo’s protectiveness is discreet.

“That’s sweet, Luca. But Livy, I don’t like what you told me. I told dad because I am concerned for your safety. The owner doesn’t seem to understand the threat to his staff. You aren’t walking to your car alone at night?”

“No, I walk her to her car.” Luca says.

“Every night?” Timo asks. 

“I uh, set an alarm and meet her at the back door. Then we walk together to her car. I follow her home to make sure she gets there okay.” The table goes dead silent, all of them sneaking a glance at Timo who, for once, doesn’t have a scrunched nose while looking at Luca. 

“I like that.” Timo finally says, “but Liv, I don’t like that townie at the bar harassing you or anyone else on the staff. I’m going to talk to the owner.”

“No.” Liv groans, putting her forehead on the table. “I shouldn’t of brought it up.”

“We’ll take care of it, dad.” Lio assures, munching casually on his third bratwurst. Connor nods his head in agreement. 

Liv thinks the conversation has been dropped as the group collectively moves on, However, her next shift, she is mortified to see half the bar completely occupied. Timo, Nico, Lio, Connor, Luca, Logan AND Liam are all sitting on the barstools. Timo is right next to David. Liv tries to avoid looking at him but she has a feeling Timo already knows.

“You two are too young to be here.” She says to her younger brothers.

“They can stay. They’re with a parent.” The other bartender insists. She knows that rule, but she still doesn’t want them up here.

“Behave.” Liv points at Timo first, then walks further down to Luca. “Babe.” She whines slightly.

“We are here for a drink. That’s it.” Luca assures, reaching his hand out. Liv slides their palms together gripping his wrist with her fingers. “Can you come over tonight? I’ve missed you the last couple of nights.” Liv appreciates Connor as the buffer between him and the rest of the men in her family. Liv decided to stay at home the past two nights to ease some of the frustration building again with her dad towards Luca. But she’s missed the way it feels to fall asleep warm and snuggled together in his sheets.

“Sure.” She nods, then steps on a box to kiss him.

“Oh! You kiss all your customers like that?” David hollers down. All the men scowl in his direction like a domino reaction.

“Are you David?” Timo asks.

“You’re Timo Meier.”

“Yeah. And that’s my daughter you harassed the other night.” Timo stands. “Would love to chat more about that outside.” He points to the door. David holds his hands up when the other men stand in unison. 

“Ohmygod.” Liv groans. Why isn’t her mom here?!

“I don’t want any trouble.” David stutters. 

“Then you’re going to leave my daughter and every other woman in this bar alone.” David nods. “And if you don’t, I will personally give you free plastic surgery.” The bar quiets at Timo’s insinuation. Liv can only hear the whooshing of her heartbeat in her ears. David nods again. “Now I’m going to escort you around for your apologies and then you’re going to leave. Start with my daughter. And hang your head in shame like you should.” 

David does his apologies while the owner watches on, embarrassed that his idol is making his friend do this, when it should have been his decision all along. The owner apologies to Liv and hopes she will continue to work there because she is a great employee. The Meier, Hischier, Wood, and Fiala boys all have a celebratory beer, then head out, back to their nights. Except for Luca and Timo. 

The tension between them is tight and distracting as hell for Liv during the rest of her shift. 

“Dad.” Liv says when Luca goes to the bathroom. “You can leave. Luca is bringing me home.”

“To his or yours?” 

“Can you not do this anymore?” Liv sighs. “I don’t want to feel like I’m disappointing you by loving my boyfriend.” Timo’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Boyfriend? How will that work when he is in Minnesota and you’re back at Columbia?” Liv’s face clouds over, making Timo feel guilty for popping her bubble.

“You and mama did long distance.” Em and T might have fudged some of their relationship to their children….

“After awhile, baby.” Timo says. “Not at first.” 

Luca comes back, halting any further conversation about what this is or could be or isn’t.

#Liv X Luca

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show me how|chapter 7

This chapter serves as a part 2 to chapter 6

Content warnings: smut and fluff. that’s all!

Word count: 1.9K

song for this chapter: so much better by tinashe

song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/5NCthEXEenk6MaFI7IZGbz?si=69a84a889193410b

Billy had arrived at your house. His car parked at the end of your front yard. It wasn’t exactly the best time most ideal to get home. Normally you would've been back in your bedroom by 10:30 if It wasn’t for you and Billy pouring your hearts out to each other in a Mcdonalds parking lot. 

“I’m honestly not sure if my parents are home or not.” You said to Billy as you exited out of the passenger side of his car.

“Why would that be an issue?” Billy questioned.

“Because, when they see you they’re going to ask you a million questions. As if that’s already not enough, I’m attempting to sneak a boy in my house this late at night.” You continued. You’re parents were never too fond of Billy. He was pretty much an asshole to everyone except you when the two of you dated back in California. Even your own parents couldn’t catch a break when it came to him. You opened the door and were met with both of your parents sitting on the couch, watching a movie in the living room. once the both of you were noticed, They looked blankly at you and Billy, not quite registering the sight they were met with. After a few seconds of silence your mom spoke up.

“Wow, Billy, It feels like it’s been ages since we last saw you. How have you been?” Your mom asked him. You were sulking off to the side. This is what you weren’t looking forward to. Your mom was more forgiving and interactive with Billy. Your dad on the other hand, hated the boy. He swore he would never forgive him for how messy the breakup was. 

“It does. I’ve been good. I hope it’s not too much trouble but I was wondering if I could stay the night here? You know how Neil is and I don’t want him to see me like this.” Billy said as he gestured to his bruised cheek. your mom looked sympathetic. Your dad on the other hand, had no remorse.

“Of course. Y/N you know where the first aid kit is.” Your mom spoke as the you and your ex made it up the stairs. The bathroom was the 2nd door to right. It was kinda cramped, but big enough to fit the two of you. He leaned back against the counter while you fished for a rag and the first aid kit that was packed away in a counter. You wet the rag and began to dab it on the dried blood that was littered around Billy’s nose.

“It’s been forever since you last had to take care of me like this. Have you ever missed it?” He questioned.

“Sometimes. But I’ve missed a lot of things we shared together.” you responded. Billy’s curiosity spiked.

“Like what?”

“Probably that one summer where you worked at surf shop on the pier and I would walk there to see you as soon as you got off work. Then we would go walk around on the beach. It’s the sweet shit like that.” You explained. All of it was true. You deeply missed the moments where it would just be the two of you walking around on the beach. “What about you?”

“Honestly, you took my exact thoughts. I would do a lot to to go back to those times.” Billy reminisced. He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss every single the two of you shared back in California. Silence fell over the room as you continued to clean up Billy’s face. “So... What are you thinking about doing after high school?” He continued.

“Still have no idea. I’ve been looking at colleges but nothing has spiked my interest. What about you?” You asked.

“I’m going back to Cali. That’s been my plan since I first got here. I hate Hawkins. So much. It’s done nothing good for me.” Billy spoke. You could really tell the pain in his voice. He missed California so much. He missed the friends he had made there. He missed the history he had there with his mom. Hawkins didn’t have much going for it. He thought of it as a filler placement for his life. He didn’t plan on living in this shit excuse for a living space for the rest of his life.

“Fair. I’m leaning towards that option as well. I don’t think either of us are suited for small towns.” You giggled. Billy laughed quietly along with you. You were soon finished with cleaning up his face and began to bandage his cheek where he had gotten most of the hits. “I mean if things continue to go as planned, maybe we could go back to Cali together?” Billy stared blankly at you and offered no reaction. Immediately realizing the sudden nature of your question, you looked away in embarrassment. “Sorry if that was too forward and out of the blue. I was just thinking that-” You were cut off. Billy caressed your cheek.

“No. You’re fine. It’s not a bad idea and I’d be down if everything works out.” Billy spoke. You both smiled at each other. Billy’s eyes wandered to the bath tub that was towards your right. His mind began to wander with thoughts. Thoughts that only Billy would have including a bathtub. 

“Hey uh, I used to be a lifeguard last summer in case you didn’t know.”

You laughed. “What does that have to do with anything?” Billy smirked.

“You never know. You could start drowning in this bathtub right now and I would be the only one that could be able to save you.” Billy spoke, confidently. He knew exactly what he was doing as he moved closer towards you. “I could teach you how if you like. I do know a lot.” You were now pinned against the wall. Billy’s extended his arm and placed his hand right beside your head. 

“Are you trying to fuck me Hargrove?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

“I mean what if I am? I could probably put my lifeguard moves to use. There’s freestyle, butterfly... doggy style.” Billy had the biggest smile on his face. His face was inches away from yours.

“Don’t you mean doggy paddle?” You asked sarcastically. You knew exactly what Billy was doing. This wasn't your first rodeo with him.

“And what if I don’t?” Billy was now even closer to you. His curls tickled the top of your face.

“Well then I guess you’re just going to have to show me what you mean then.” You dared. Neither of you knew how it happened. It just, happened. Billy leaned into you, finally breaking the tension that was left between your faces being inches away from each other and kissed you. It was passionate. It’s like the both of you had spent a year apart. His tongue began to maneuver its way around the inside your mouth. It didn’t take long before your tongue joined his and they began to dance for dominance with each other. Your body was up against his. You could practically feel the tent growing in his pants on the lower half of your body. Billy broke the kiss to catch his breath. You did the same.

“You wanna do this?” He questioned.

“Why stop now?” You smirked back. The two of you left the bathroom and scrambled to your bedroom where you continued the heated make out session. Billy threw you onto your bed and pinned you to the surface. The kiss continued. It was messy and rough. You could tell billy had been waiting to do this for the longest time. You couldn’t deny that you did either. Both of you missed each other’s touch. Each other’s lips. The body heat the two of you shared. It was perfect. Billy began to remove his basketball jersey as you did the same with your hoodie.

Billy hovered over you. You thanked yourself for accidentally leaving your LED lights on all day because his abs looked amazing in red lighting. Your eyes moved towards his lower body as he took off his shorts, along with his underwear. You doing the same again, as if you were in sync. Billy’s dick was huge. You knew that, but hadn’t realized that after being away from it for so long.

“Are you ready?” Billy asked.

“I’m all yours.” You said as you leaned back and smiled. With your permission, he entered you. You let out a quiet yet effective moan. Billy gasped from the shock of not being inside of your for so long. He started off slow. In and out. Your hips were grinding against each other. Billy knew how to work you. The angles, motions. It was all too familiar.

“Fuuuck. I don’t think you realize how much I’ve missed this Y/N.” Billy commented. You couldn’t think of a response. All you could do was smile in arousal. Your brain was mush. The only thing on your mind was Billy and his dick and how he was using it inside of you. He started to pick up the pace a little bit, causing you to moan louder. Billy shushed you. “Oh cmon’ baby, you don’t your parents to hear us. Do you?” He questioned sarcastically. Again, overpowered by arousal, all you could do was nod. Your parents being home honestly became an after thought. 

“Billy. Go faster. Please.” You demanded in the nicest way possible.

“You sure you’re gonna be able to handle that?” Billy questioned as he smirked, continuing to thrust into you.

“Why would I be asking if I couldn’t?” You spoke, barely being able to catch your breath. Billy fulfilled your wish and began to go into you even faster. Breathy moans escaped both of your mouths. 

Billy’s stamina was unmatched. You never knew how, but he had always been able to go for a long time. He knew how to go even longer when he was with someone he loved. Especially with you. It was even easier because he knew every inch of your body. 

You noticed Billy’s breathing begin to hitch. It was a sign that he was close to finishing. 

“I’m gonna f-fucking cum.” Billy stated.

“I’m c-close too.” You spoke back. Billy’s pace was picked up to an even faster speed. It wasn’t long until the both of you came at the same time. Moans escaping both of your lips. Billy laid on top of you before rolling over, switching your positions. You were no on top of him. He began to laugh.

“What’s funny?” You questioned.

“I just think it’s funny how bold you are before sex but whenever I’m on top of you, its a whole 180.” Billy giggled. You rolled your eyes knowing you couldn’t deny it. “Tomorrow’s Saturday, right?” Billy continued.

“Yeah, why?” you answered.

“Just checking. I don’t think I’d be able to go and focus through a whole entire school day knowing that we just had sex. You would be on my mind the entire day.” Billy said. You smiled, resting your head on his chest. His skin was soft. It was almost calming. Like a Xanax after trying to come down from something crazy.

“I’m flattered.” You laughed. “But I’m also tired.” You removed yourself from his manhood and laid on the side of Billy, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight Billy.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” Billy kissed you on your forehead. The two of you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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[cicimunson]

Last Night on Earth

Summary: Eddie shows up at your after being named a murder suspect. He’s a mess and talking out of his head about spending his night on Earth with you.

Characters/Pairings: EddiexFem!Reader

Warnings: Hella smut and I also hurt myself with the angst at the end.

Word Count: 3.2k+

You cut off the TV in disgust, ignoring your parents’ protests.

“They’re wrong. Eddie isn’t like that at all! He’s not in a cult, he’s not a devil worshiper, and he’s certainly not killing people!”

“Y/N, the dead girl was found in his house. There’s an eyewitness that saw him kill that boy at the lake. Maybe you don’t know your friend as well as you think.” Your mom reaches out to take your hand but you snatch it away from her.

“Jason is lying, mom. He’s always had it out for Eddie and his friends. I can’t believe everyone is falling for this, it’s total bullshit!“

"Young lady, that kind of language is unacceptable.” Your father gives you a stern look. “I understand you’re upset, and I’m sorry that your friend is in trouble, but from what I can tell, he got himself into it all on his own. Now, stop arguing with your mother and go to bed.”

You fly up the stairs and slam your bedroom door, flipping it off.

Of course they don’t care what I think. I know Eddie, and this isn’t true. None of it is.

You slip off your jeans and throw on an oversized t-shirt before climbing into bed. You toss and turn for what feels like hours.

I just hope he’s okay. Please, God, let him be okay.

You had met Eddie through a mutual friend when you were looking for some weed for a slumber party. You kept buying from him after that and the two of you had struck up a friendship of sorts. You’d watched his band play a few times and hung out at his place when you felt too high to drive home. Sometimes he would take you to your house and then pick you up to get your car the next morning. He was a good guy. A little wild, a little edgy, but mostly, he was sweet. At least to you.

You’re slowly drifting to sleep when there’s a sharp knock at your window. You bolt upright in bed, not sure if you actually heard anything or if your mind is playing tricks on you. You wait a few seconds and hear it again.

What the hell is that?

You slowly climb out of bed and sneak up to the window, peering outside, and nearly scream when you see Eddie’s face pressed against the glass. He must have climbed the trellis underneath.

He put a finger to his lips and motions for you to let him inside. You raise your window and grab him by his shirt, yanking him in.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Munson? If someone sees you-”

He pulls you to him and slides his hands down your back, letting them rest on your ass..

What is he doing?

You push at his chest. “Eddie, I don’t- Jesus, you smell disgusting. What is that?”

He chuckles. “Lake water. Dirt. Who knows what else? Just ignore it.” His hands stroke up your back once more.

You shove at his chest. “Ignore it? It’s making my eyes water. Go take a shower, please. You can use my bathroom.”

Thank God I have my own bathroom. Imagine my parents seeing Eddie Munson in the hall.

You push him through your bathroom door. “Scrub your ass, dude. I’ll find you some clean clothes.”

You rummage through your drawers and closet, coming up with a pair of sweats you sometimes slept in and an oversized t-shirt.

This will have to do. Honestly, those clothes of his need to be burned.

Almost half an hour later, Eddie emerges from the shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes roam over his body and you gasp.

“Eddie, what happened? You’ve got bruises and scratches all over.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, really.”

“What are you talking about?”

He shakes his head. “Not important. What is important is that it’s most likely my last night on Earth and I’m gonna do something I’ve been wanting to do for months.”

“What’s that?”

He lets the towel fall to the floor. “I’m gonna fuck you stupid, Y/N.”

What did he just say?! And yes, please.

He pulls you to him and takes your shirt over your head. “If you wanna turn me in, now’s the time to yell for Mommy and Daddy. Otherwise-”

He fists your panties and yanks, effectively disintegrating them. You gasp.

This man is going to ruin me.

“What’s it gonna be, Y/N? You gonna yell for them…or yell for me?”

You’ve never been so turned on in your life. You have a million questions for him, but for now all you can do is nod. “Come here, Munson.”

He grins wickedly and shoves you back onto the bed. You gasp as he slides a finger inside you and roughly pinches your nipple.

“Eddie…”

“You want another one?” He eases a second digit in. “You may need a third if you’re gonna be able to handle me.” He slaps your tit and you yelp.

“Quieten down.” His hand slides up to your throat. “Mommy might hear you.”

Ass.

“Shut me up then, if you think you can.”

His grip on your throat tightens and he plunges a third finger into you. You wince as you’re stretched to the point of pain. “Tap my arm if you want me to stop.” He squeezes your throat harder, his fingers pressing on your pulse point.

Why would I ever want him to stop?

He removes his fingers from you and licks them before holding them out. “Taste yourself. You’re fucking delicious.” You open your mouth and suck on his middle finger. He groans and slides downward, biting the underside of your tit. “I’m gonna bruise every inch of you.”

His grip on your throat eases off as he becomes distracted with nipping your skin, sucking a spot here, biting a few inches away. He travels up to your neck.

“What will you tell people, when they ask why you’re all marked up? Will you tell them you let the freak murderer have his way with you?”

You shake your head. “You’re not a murderer. I know it’s not true.”

“Do you?” He looks up and his eyes bore into yours. “Everyone else thinks I did it. Why don’t you?”

“I just know. You wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

He chuckles harshly. “I’m about to hurt you, baby.”

“Then do it.”

“You want me that badly?” He rolls his hips and his cock grazes your clit. “I wish I’d brought my handcuffs. The dirty things I’d do to you while you’re tied up beneath me.” His hands are still roaming your body, his nails leaving scratches on your sides and belly.

Handcuff me? Yes, please.

You gesture to your robe hanging off your bedpost. “Use the sash.”

“Fuck, say no more.” He sits up and reaches for the robe, slipping the sash from the loops. “Give me your hands.”

You stick them out in front of you and he quickly ties them together, pulling the sash so that it bites into your wrists just a bit. He ties the other end around a top bedpost.

“I knew you would look so fucking hot like this. I’ve thought about it ever since that night you fell asleep with your head in my lap.”

“Really? You never said anything.”

“Didn’t want to freak you out. But seeing how I might not be around after tomorrow, I thought I better act on it tonight, if you’d even let me.”

“What are you talking about? Why do you keep saying that?”

He shakes his head. “Shh, stop distracting me. I’m trying to lose myself in you for a little bit.”

He slides down the bed and leaves little bites along the way, moving between your legs. You spread them eagerly and he sucks a dark red spot on your inner thigh.

“I wonder if I could do my initials. Or at least an E.” He sucks another spot, then another, going a little higher up your leg each time.

“How about S, for slow?” You taunt, withering beneath him. “I want your mouth on me.”

He chuckles against your skin. “My mouth is on you, can’t you tell?”

“You know what I mean.” You thrust up against your restraints.

“Hmm, I don’t think I do. Maybe you should tell me.” He looks up at you and grins. “What can I do for you, Y/N?”

Cheeky fucker.

“You can untie me so I can strangle you.”

He blows on your clit and you moan.

“That’s later, baby. What are you wanting right now?”

His tongue flicks against you.

Damn it, he wins.

“Fuck, Eddie, lick my clit. Please.”

He winks, fucking winks, and then does as you ask. When he sucks your clit and hums, you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

There’s no pattern to his tongue movements, it’s all over the board. You groan and he shushes you. “Great, I forgot where I was. Now I have to start over.” He teases.

“What the fuck are you doing down there?” You manage to gasp. He pulls away once more and chuckles.

“Spelling Y/F/N Y/L/N loves Eddie Munson, of course.”

“You are such an ass.”

“Oh?” He cocks an eyebrow at you. “Should I stop?”

“Eddie….” You whine.

He tweaks your nipple and resumes his work on your clit. Your hips lift off the bed and you clench your teeth, willing yourself not to yell out as your orgasm hits you. You can feel Eddie’s lips smiling as your whole body tightens and releases in pleasure. He continues licking and fingering you as you come down from your high, flushed and blurry-eyed from its intensity.

He stretches out beside you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Do you want me to untie you now?”

“Yes, please. Wanna touch you.”

He releases the sash and you roll on top of him, pinning his hands above his head.

You lean down to kiss him, then back away when he gets close, once, then twice.

“I’m going to spank the shit out of you if you don’t let me kiss you.” He threatens.

“Maybe later.” You kiss his chin and then take his earlobe between your teeth. When you travel downwards and bite his shoulder, his hips buck upward. You squeeze his wrists even tighter, working your way down his chest.

“Bite me, baby.” He urges. “Make it hurt.”

You clamp down on his chest, right above his heart. “Fuck, mmm.” He grunts. “Again.”

You move lower and do the same, this time sucking and leaving a large hickey.

“Tit for tat, Munson.”

When you kiss down to his stomach, you hesitate above a rough looking bruise.

“Keep going. I want you to bite every bruise you see. Mark over them.” He urges.

I don’t want to hurt him, though.

You shake away the thought and do as he says and feel his cock swell even more beneath you. “Mmm baby, just like that.”

You work your way down and take him into your mouth. His breath catches and he lets out a low hiss, his hands coming down to fist your hair. When he thrusts his hips you force back a gag and open your mouth wider.

“Make it sloppy.” He grunts. “Spit on it.”

Your eyes start to water as he fucks your mouth, so hard and fast you can feel the back of your throat starting to bruise. He moans and murmurs your name over and over. Just when you’re about to tap his arm because you can’t take anymore, he releases your hair and tugs you upward, then flips you underneath him.

He rubs against you, pulling your legs around his waist. “Lock your ankles.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You retort.

He scowls. “Mouthy little thing. Maybe I should shove my cock back in there, shut you up.“

"Do it then.” You rake your nails down his back.

“Nah, there’s somewhere else I wanna put it.”

He pushes his dick into you. You clap your hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. He smirks knowingly, pulling out painfully slowly, then rams back in.

You whimper and he shoves your hand from your mouth, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips. “You good?”

“I’m peachy, you?”

“That’s it.” He pulls out of you and grabs your waist, flipping you onto your knees. You barely have time to catch yourself with your hands before he’s delivered a hard slap to your ass.

“Not so loud, my parents are downstairs!”

He slaps your ass again and plunges back inside you. “Fuck, Y/N, my handprint on you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You clench your thighs. “Eddie, stop blabbering and fuck me.”

“That’s the plan.” His hips bones are going to leave bruises on your ass, if his slaps didn’t.  His hands slide under your body and he tugs on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

“You’ve got perfect tits, you know that? I’ve dreamed about fucking them.” He rolls his hips in a circle. “I’ve dreamed about fucking you until you were a whimpering mess for me.”

He slips out of you once more and sits on the bed with his legs extended out, pulling you into his lap. You reach between your bodies and guide him back into you, wrapping your arms and legs around him.

His face is buried in your chest and he kisses, licks, and bite you while you move up and down on him. “Ride me.” He mumbles. “Fuck, baby, you take my cock so well.”

You lean back and catch yourself on your hands. Eddie’s hand runs down your stomach and finds your clit once more, circling it lazily.

You feel your body tightening up once more and Eddie speeds up his pace, knowing you’re about to cum for him again.

“Eddie….Eddie…” You moan.

When he presses down on your clit, you’re undone. Your orgasm hits you hard, it makes your eyes well up. You can’t support your weight anymore and you fall into the bed. Eddie kicks his legs out behind him and moves with you as you fall, never slowing his pace. He swivels his hips and you grab his ass, your nails biting into him as you urge him to keep going.

“Oh God, Eddie, don’t stop. Please, please.”

He closes the space between the two of you, laying on you with his arms tucked under yours, gripping a shoulder with each hand. His pelvic bone is pressed right against your clit. He continues his sharp thrusts, making sure to hit your clit with every stroke.

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna-”

“I know. Again. Come for me.”

Your legs start shaking. You arch your back and clench around him. When you cry out, he covers your mouth with his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You bite his bottom lip as you come again, your hips bucking wildly.

“Y/N, I’m close. Do you want me to pull out?”

You can’t even form the word “yes” in your mind. Your body is throbbing and aching, coated in sweat from the both of you.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come.” His thrusts become sloppy and his head falls back, his eyes closing. You manage to push against his hips with yours and he understands, pumping into you a few more times before pulling out and shooting his load on your stomach. “Fuck, Y/N, oh God, fuck.” You slap a hand over his mouth. He moans a few more words into your palm before dropping down on the bed beside you.

You lay breathless for what seems like hours, your heart pounding in your chest. Eddie slips out of bed to pick his discarded towel up from the floor, using it to wipe your stomach clean. He disappears into the bathroom and returns moments later with a warm washcloth, which he runs between your thighs.

“We made a hell of a mess.” He chuckles. “I knew we would.” He slides back into the bed with you.

You reach for his hand and lace your fingers through his.

He tucks his other hand behind his head and stares at the ceiling.

“Do you have to leave soon?”

He nods. “I shouldn’t even be here. But something big is going down and I just thought…I didn’t want to die without being with you, at least once. I know that sounds cliché and lame but you’re all I’ve thought about the past few days. Well, that and not getting caught or killed.”

You sit up. “I don’t understand. No one’s going to kill you, Eddie. Maybe if you talk to the police, this whole thing can get cleared up.”

He sits up too and wraps his arms around you. “It’s bigger than the police. I can’t tell you what’s going on, but just know that being wanted for murder is kind of near the bottom of my list at the moment.”

How is that at the bottom of his list? What else is going on?

“Eddie, please, talk to me. Maybe I can help.” You plead and he shakes his head.

“I don’t want you to worry about me. Honestly, it was selfish for me to come here. I just couldn’t stay away.” He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear.

Why do I feel like he’s saying goodbye?

“Eddie, let me help you. I know I can help.”

He kisses you. “You’ve got to let me go, Y/N. There is nothing anyone can do.”

You watch helplessly  as he rises to his feet and dresses in the clothes you’d gotten together for him.

Why would he do this? Why would he come here, make me feel this way?

“Do you maybe have a bag for my dirty stuff?”

“Closet. Blue bag on the left.” You refuse to look at him as tears spill onto your cheeks.

He comes back out of the bathroom with his clothes, flinching when he sees you crying.

“I’m sorry. I knew this was going to hurt you. I’m such a selfish prick.”

You don’t respond as he kisses the top of your head. “I really am so sorry. If I make it through the next couple of days, I’ll try to come back. I promise.”

You say nothing as he walks to the window. He looks back over his shoulder at you longingly.

“Will you kiss me goodbye, at least?” His tone is almost pleading.

You shake your head.

“Y/N…” He trails off. “Love you.”

He’s killing me.

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“I do.”

“Stop.”

“Please don’t hate me for this, Y/N. I want to tell you what’s going on, I swear I do. But the less you know, the better. Trust me.”

“I could help.”

“I know you could, baby. But I can’t risk anything happening to you. The guilt would eat me alive.”

I’ve got to let him go.

“I love you too Eddie. Please just go.”

“I’m gonna try to come back. Just, don’t wait for me. If something happens, I don’t want you sitting around wondering if I’m going to reappear.”

You meet his gaze evenly. “I won’t.”

He gives a slight nod and slips out the window.

You sit silently until you’re sure he’s gone and then sob openly.

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[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

The Only Way Out is Through | Bruce Wayne

✦ pairing — Bruce Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 4.1k

✦ summary — you don’t have to endure the toll of the holiday season on your own.

✦ warnings — angst, grief, reader's family used to celebrate christmas, parental loss, melancholia, hints of misogyny, mentions of violence, alcohol consumption (champagne), fluff.

✦ author's note — I know this is late, personal stuff got in the way. I hope you have a wonderful year.

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The cold resembled many things, faces, memories, pain. It resembled nothingness in a grief-stricken city that had somehow found a way to explode in colors.

Gotham transformed the moment the clock struck midnight and December started, like somebody flipped a gigantic switch and suddenly every corner of the city lit up with bright lights and ornamental shapes.

Nothing could muffle the sounds from outside, and even if something could, if there was a window or door strong enough to cage you in weightless silence, you would be able to tell every sound around you just by looking outside.

The parts of the city you didn't avoid were ingrained within you and by now what used to be a pretty sight haunted you. Objectively, the colorful cheer of the busy streets hadn't lost its beauty, yet your holiday spirit couldn't prevail. The corner store still hung the same ornaments, and the drug store sold the same tiny artificial Christmas trees and they made your chest feel a little too tight and your stomach churn.

Once your favorite month, December brought more than melancholia every year. Living in a house that hadn't felt like home for years and years meant being expected to mimic the way things were supposed to be. December meant being responsible for filling the void your mom left.

The urge to flee the house of her dreams, the one your dad himself designed, was so December you wished you had run away, to let it rot like they left you to. But leaving the house would mean abandoning them.

Abandoning the dead wasn’t a real thing, reality didn’t work like you wanted it to back when you were still so angry at them for dying that you couldn’t cry. You wished it did, you wanted somebody to feel what you had, you deserved that somebody —honestly, anybody— would acknowledge the city lost its favorite singer and her husband but you lost your parents.

They still talked about her in the news, about what she meant to the city, about a legacy you were forced to hear about every time somebody recognized you in public, and about the hole she left in everybody; a hole they filled with another tragic death for a while then circled back to talking about her.

You were one of the lucky ones, they said, your mom's voice had been immortalized; you would never go through the pain of forgetting that sound. But sometimes you had to focus hard to remember her laugh, and the intonation she used when she was mad was fickle.

This year, December came far too quickly, sneaking up on you like a devious child. You wished you had been paying more attention to the change of the seasons, to listen to your therapist when they said you would have to face December one way or another.

Seasonal galas, Christmas balls, New Year’s celebrations… Every year the invitations poured, and every single year you contemplated declining.

You wished you didn’t have to care about what they would say. Whoever ‘they’ were. Everybody, perhaps. You learned quickly the people you thought were judging you were never the ones doing so, it made social life easier and your time alone dreadful.

After attending the Christmas tree lighting at Grant Park, you only wanted to curl up on your bed and cry. But life had other plans and Bruce’s car was outside your gates. The sight was such a regular occurrence now that your driver didn’t even ask if he should open the gates for Bruce or not and simply did so, letting your boyfriend past the gates first.

Smoothly, Bruce left his car and strut toward yours, tugging on your door to open it for you and offering his hand.

Your heart dropped upon seeing his handsome face. You had told him not to come, that you would be okay. Unsure if you should be touched that he cared this much or mortified because he had been able to tell you were lying, you hesitantly took his hand and exited the gray vehicle.

Barely able to speak, you wished your driver a good night. He reciprocated, assuring you he already had your schedule for the next day. Bruce only watched the exchange, nodding politely when he was bid goodnight too.

You unlocked the front door under Bruce’s gaze and decided you would just have to get used to having his eyes on you until he decided it was time to leave. In the warmth of the house, you took off the weight of keeping appearances along with your coat and hung it next to the door.

Bruce did the same, not waiting for you to offer to take his coat for him. He, however, waited for you to break the silence and you didn’t know how. Trusting him was easy in the grand scheme of things, you met him when you were kids, but you were never close, and more than a decade had passed by the time you saw each other again.

Silently, you guided him into the living area. There were boxes in the living room, a reminder that you were supposed to sort through Christmas decorations. Bruce took note of them, but decided not to comment on anything.

“Something to drink?” you broke the silence.

He offered his hand once again and you took it as though taking Bruce Wayne’s hand was the most normal thing in the world, like everything in your life led to this. If only things were that simple.

Bringing your hand up, he kissed your knuckles. You didn’t dare look up at him, understanding he was trying to make you feel at ease.

"It wasn't that bad," you assured him, perhaps yourself too. You had survived another event where they played your mom's music, you were in one piece still.

He looked at you and made such a funny face, eyes shining as a frown appeared on his brow. Bruce opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head and sat down, bringing you closer by tugging on your hand which was still in his grasp.

You sat beside him, almost pressed against his side as he held your hand captive, thumb running circles on the back. "You don't have to lie to me," he finally said.

He said it from experience, that much you understood, poor Alfred must have been in Bruce's place multiple times. The thing about Bruce was that he was an expert on bottling things up so he never approached this from the perspective of somebody who had been there, of somebody who perhaps had it even worse than you.

Not being as talented as your mother came with side-eyeing, yes, but it also freed you from having to carry on with a legacy, from being forced into the shoes you would have never been able to fill without breaking your soul.

Bruce had to look at his family legacy in the eye each morning and shake hands with it. You didn't, you just had to survive December.

So why was it so hard? Why after seeing him go through that each day did you still find yourself thinking you had it bad?

You would never tell him you often compared your situation to his, he wouldn't take it well. Bruce wasn't unfair nor unkind, he would tell you his experience was different, he would tell you yours was valid; you knew, you knew and it messed you up.

"I didn't cry," you informed him, proud of your achievement. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you added, "I thought I would, but I guess my body knew it wasn't the time."

Bruce hummed. "Is that why you didn't want me to go with you?"

"No," you answered far too quickly. "Maybe..."

"I wouldn't have made fun of you."

You didn't like the way he said it, as though he needed you to know he wouldn't laugh if you cried.

"Bruce..." You lifted your head off his shoulder, gazing at him. "Do you really think I would be with you if I thought you would make fun of me over anything?"

"It sounds stupid," he conceded, looking down at your hand in his, "but no other reason came to mind. I know you're not ashamed of being seen with me."

"It would have been embarrassing to cry there with you by my side. I know what they would say."

Once again, 'they' came and haunted you. This he had to understand, he had been in the public eye his entire life.

And because you liked to think he understood where you were coming from, you said what you would have liked him to say if the roles were reversed. "I trust you."

His eyes found yours as he brought his attention back to your face. You smiled out of instinct, stressing you meant it.

Bruce nodded slowly, subtly, perhaps only to himself, and squeezed your hand. "Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow?"

You would never say no to that. "I might not be there in time, though..."

That made him frown. You brought your other hand to his face, cupping his cheek. Bruce looked at you through his lashes, waiting for an explanation. Oh, how much he worried over you sometimes.

You looked around the living room. "I have to put up decorations after work. I was asked about mom's famous reindeer tonight."

He visibly relaxed, leaning into your touch as he hummed. "They are a wonderful sight," he admitted.

They were. Your mom got them when you were a child, big metalic reindeer with white lights all around them — being warm lights, they glowed gold and gave the reindeer a magical look. The front garden looked its best when the reindeer set their feet there, it was an opinion so agreed upon that it became a fact.

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Alfred forced a smile as he guided you into the study, letting you know dinner would be ready soon; your favorite.

The last time Bruce invited you over for dinner and your favorite was on the menu, he told you his biggest secret.

It happened in the same study you were sitting at now, near the desk as he grasped your hands and heavily said there was something you needed to know.

You remembered the way your throat closed as if it had been yesterday, the way you couldn't look into his eyes out of fear that he would shatter the positive opinion you held regarding him, regarding his personality and everything he stood for.

Perhaps you shouldn't have been relieved to know your partner was a vigilante, but you couldn't help it, no matter how worrying the revelation was. You had rested your forehead on his chest, a thousand thoughts running through your head. And Bruce, who knew just how to read you, had held you until you were ready to talk.

Bruce sauntered into the room, shoulders taut as he approached you. He cupped your cheek, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. Barely away from your lips, he told you, "Sorry, love, I was on the phone with Kate."

"How is she doing?"

"Good. She just moved." He made a pause, waiting for you to react and you stayed silent, sensing there was something else. There was. "She invited me to her Hannukah party."

You looked up at him, trying to gauge if he liked being invited or not. It looked like he hadn't, even if he wouldn't say it outright. "Are you attending?"

He shrugged before wrapping his arms around you. "I'll check my schedule."

You hated when he hid behind the chasm of his responsibilities, his self-neglect, invisible to the rest of the world, burned you.

As though he knew, and you hoped he did, Bruce hugged you tighter. You wondered if the Bruce who had nowhere to put his rage would be this gentle too, or if the rage was still there, tucked away in a corner of his big heart.

"Don't lie to her," you softly told him. Gently, calmly. "Don't do that to yourself," you wanted to say.

He only hummed, curling around you. Praying to whichever God existed that he felt as safe as you did, you inhaled his scent in an attempt not to cry, breathing him in.

Even when you tried to comfort him, Bruce grounded you. In his tameness, bruised, he let out a long broken sigh. You ran a hand up and down his back and he trembled under your tender hold.

It was pure instinct, your hands acted before your brain computed. Your touch was more his than yours — he accepted it, made peace with its weight, gave it a home. You might have not had a home anymore, not since the car accident that took your parents, but your touch did; immaculate, with a mind of its own.

In reciprocity, Bruce gifted you his light. From afar, it flickered, but up close shone so bright it could scorch.

"Long day, honey?"

"Hmm." He didn't say anything else, just rested his head on your shoulder.

"You need sleep, Bruce."

"I'll get it tomorrow. I promise."

Unfazed, you brought your hand up to the back of his head, perfectly trimmed hair tickling your fingers. "Can I hold you to that?"

"Yes."

"Can I tell Alfred he can hold you to that too?" you pressed.

Despite himself, he chuckled. "He will be delighted."

A thrill went down your spine. Whether it was the chuckle, the promise of self-care, or the fondness in his voice any time he spoke about Alfred, you didn't know. But you were almost sure you loved him. "He and me both." It came out as a whisper, somewhat choked by the potential revelation you just had. "Your body will thank you, too."

"Tell me about your day," he prompted you, arms moving to your hips.

"I had a normal day at work, then did a little bit of decorating around the house."

"Did you... have... fun?"

You felt the urge to laugh instead of weep and that was the only confirmation you needed. You loved him. Your voice didn't waiver as you told him, "I'm not going to explode if you talk about the holiday season."

He left a chaste kiss at the base of your neck. "I wouldn't mind if you did."

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A freezing conversation kept you in place, nodding along to an anecdote you had heard before. You were bracing yourself for the interrogation that would come once the music became more prominent and with it Bruce's absence.

You cared too much to be mad at him, at the sense of duty that came with intermittent neglect. It would have been easier if Gotham's crime life took a break throughout December, only in December you cared if he was late or not; only in December it stung when your phone rang in the middle of the car ride.

The mayor's wife was the first one to ask if there had been a breakup, feigning concern with the excuse of making sure you weren't at the same table for her husband's birthday.

She didn't believe you when you said everything was fine between you, much less when you gave her the explanation Alfred had told you to give: Bruce had been caught up in a meeting with important people from overseas.

A warm hand made its way to your waist and you caught his cologne before you heard his voice. Bruce apologized for his tardiness, pulling you close, not once losing his cool.

Frost covered the conversation, if you could even call it that, and the woman took her scrutiny along with her fake smile to greet more guests.

Eventually, the other women who had circled you like vultures left too. One by one, giving meaningless compliments.

You and Bruce walked further into the venue. He took a breath.

"Don't apologize," you warned him.

"I should."

"Don't," you insisted, harshly, trying your best to keep your face neutral. "It's not your fault. Alfred told me what happened."

"Did they bother you?"

"No." You meant it. Being seen as an extension of him was better than being seen as a broken oversized child.

Perhaps you were both of those things, but you were so on your terms. It cost many tears, sleepless nights, and a weight you had to become familiar with so it wouldn't crush you.

By the next party, a day before Christmas Eve, Bruce was ready on time. You arrived together and people gave you pitiful looks as you wore your mom's signature red.

Her dresses never fit you and her style wasn't for you, but she loved red and Christmas, she adored singing anywhere they asked her to; she sung almost anything. When they asked for a Christmas song, her eyes would lit up so beautifully she held all the stars in the Universe in her gaze.

It itched at your throat, the need to tell them they could stop staring. But you didn't, you let it simmer in the pit of your stomach until you got used to it.

As the night progressed, they ceased, or perhaps you stopped caring. Bruce kept his hand on your thigh at the table, making polite conversation and watching you from the corner of his eye.

You almost didn't recognized him in events like these, but the glimmer in his eyes betrayed his stoicism from time to time. Those glimpses balmed you and he knew, he had to know, his mouth twitched in a flickering smile as you were rendered incapable of taking your eyes off him.

Christmas, though, Christmas was hell. Ornaments haunted the parts of the house that hadn't died with your parents, staring at you in the eye with the threat of taking it away from you.

Was it even yours? Only legally. The house belonged to memories you were terrified of forgetting, to ghosts that loved you so much they only materialized when you summoned them.

The untouched rooms cried for them too. The piano, dusty and abandoned to its luck, ached to be played; it had been your grandfather's, it lost its owner twice — yet he had your mom longer than you did, knew her loving touch better.

You envied the piano as much as you envied people who still had their parents.

Tapping your fingers at the rhythm of the ticking clock, you resigned yourself to the fact that you wouldn't concentrate on your book.

Only two more hours and the nightmare would be over. At least part of it.

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Bruce's voice was airy as he whispered, "You look beautiful in red."

Warmth filled you. He was the only person who meant it, the only opinion you held as dearly as high.

You smiled, and he did too. With a kiss to your forehead, a silent vow to continue this later when tenderness wouldn't be seen as a weakness, Bruce held his arm out for you.

Bruce the host was your least favorite version of his, stiff and bland. Everything dulled when he made his appearance, when he faked being happy to see somebody, when his eyes hardened so they couldn't see he wanted to be anywhere but there.

They. They. They. Who were 'they'? Why couldn't they ever give anybody a truce?

You couldn't wait until Bruce was himself again, the opinionated man who cared more than he should, the one who enjoyed his coffee sickeningly sweet. You badly needed him back, so desperately that you found yourself hating every guest.

Alfred's words were beautiful in the speech Bruce gave to welcome the new year. You gave him a smile as you clapped and the look in his eye told you he appreciated the acknowledgment.

The clinking of glasses filled the vast room, swallowing any emotion that could have poured from anybody. A blessing and a curse.

Bruce stood beside you, wishing you a happy new year with a whisper in your ear. His hand ran subtle circles on your back, you turned to look at him, to smile at him too, to offer him the entire world and more.

He dipped his head to chastely kiss you, lingering for a split second. You fought the urge to hold him close, you would have him all to yourself soon.

Stubborn guests continued chatting, lying to one another about perfect lives that didn't exist. You lied too, indulging in holiday hypocrisy. Some brought up your mom, others asked about work to be polite, and most refused to talk about anything but Bruce.

You didn't blame them; everything in the world led to Bruce Wayne and his broken smile. The satisfaction that you knew him in ways they never would made you feel tingly inside and your next laugh wasn't fake as you sipped more champagne.

Alfred refused your help when you offered to assist in the cleanup. Bruce was out and you had no desire of going to bed alone. So you watched as Alfred did most of the work, serving plates of food for the staff and wiping any surface on his way.

Every single person on the staff told him to stop, that they would do it, but the man was adamant. He was anxious. You tried not to think about it, feigning interest in the gold and white tree in the middle of the foyer.

The staff left and Bruce hadn't come back yet, Alfred had dinner and Bruce hadn't come back yet, your stomach was in your throat already and Bruce hadn't come back yet.

And when he was back, Alfred and you kept your worry to yourselves. You wished him a good night and announced you would get ready for bed; he squeezed your shoulder and told you to have sweet dreams.

He made you feel like a child sometimes, but it was comforting coming from him; a show of gratitude, fondness to an extent.

You were careful with the dress as you rested it on the bed, quickly slipping into your sleeping clothes. By the time you reached the bathroom, tiredness had made its appearance. Sloppily, you took your makeup off in front of the mirror, rubbing at your face with a towel.

The bedroom door opened. You turned to the side to make sure Bruce was okay. His eyes fell on the dress draped on his bed, then found yours. Without hesitation, he closed the door and crossed the bedroom.

You had taken over his personal bathroom earlier as you got ready and the fondness in his eyes as he lifted a hand and bent over to pick up a towel you dropped by mistake was enough for you to know he didn't mind.

"Come to bed," he told you. A strand of damp hair fell stuck to his forehead.

You reached over to fix his hair, running your fingers through it from the front. "Give me a moment."

Bruce hummed, unmoving. You didn't move either, not until you saw the tiredness in his eyes.

Never in your life had you cleaned up so quickly. Suddenly the dress didn't deserve your kindness, not when Bruce needed sleep.

He just watched you, rushing around his bedroom as though there had been a flood warning or an upcoming hurricane. And Bruce smiled, warmly, finally moving to tug the covers just enough for you both to get into the bed.

Fluffing the pillows that didn't need it, shuffling them just right, he stalled until you approached the bed too. When you did, he laid on his back and opened his arms.

On your side, you brought your other hand to rest on his chest. Bruce inhaled, held his breath, then exhaled. His arm snaked around you, bringing you flush against him. Nuzzling into him, you breathed the fresh scent of his shower gel.

"Get some rest." You kissed his jaw.

"Will you be here in the morning?" The afternoon, he meant. It was past 5:00 AM.

"I will."

"We should do something tomorrow."

"Anything you want," you assured him. "But sleep first."

You heard him smile, bringing his other arm to curl around you too. Your head fell to his shoulder and your hand slipped to his side.

Bruce kissed your head, mumbling, "Good night."

He fell asleep first. You could tell the sun was rising as your lids finally fell heavy. It was real, December had passed.

You couldn't remember everything you did throughout the year. Had it been kind? It probably had its moments. But you survived, December left you unscathed for the most part; you achieved survival when it felt like everybody was rooting for you to fail.

With your face buried in Bruce's chest, you would sleep, certain the young year wouldn't take you by surprise; safe in his arms and with your own around him, protecting him from the things he couldn't protect himself from.

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