#he’d kill me in my sleep and no that is not an exaggeration

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hoping I haven’t missed the requests closing 🙏if so pls ignore!

I’m humbly asking for a fluffy Gaz x reader and reader meeting price bc I’ll die on the hill of Price and Gaz having a father/son relationship. And Gaz being so nervous on what price thinks? Brownie points if Price teases him! I love Gaz sm and I wanna smooch him on the forehead!!

Shaky Fingers

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: The perfect date night begins with a stolen wallet and a goose chase.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: None, just fluff

A/N: Switched some stuff around so it's more of the 141 as a whole, but it's still pretty much the same, enjoy Anon!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

You think Gaz was about ready to call the whole night off.

Laughing, you shake your head and walk over to Kyle after flattening out your dress with fast hands. The apartment bedroom was ripe with the scent of cologne and perfume; the floor lamp was on and you had just finished placing a luxurious necklace over your neck. The twinkling stone blinks like a white eye in the low light. 

“Dear,” you chuckle deeply to your boyfriend of three years as his head is in his hands. Gaz sits on the bed, dejected. “It’s alright, I can pay for supper—it’s really not that big of a deal.” 

“Bloody thing,” He groans, his tux wrinkled from the frantic patting he’d done to his pockets a few minutes prior. “I swear, Love, it was right in my pocket near noon!” 

“Kyle,” stopping in front of him, you grab at his wrists, peeling his hands away from his handsome face. Grumpy eyes lock on yours but soften as you send an easy, reassuring, smile his way; the lines on his forehead fall from a harsh line to a squiggly suggestion on the page that is his face. He sighs. “It’s okay.” 

Chuffing at the absurdity, your tone is a bit teasing.

“You’re acting like I don’t have a job, too,” Kyle grumbles at this, and his oval face shifts in a play of exaggerated exasperation.

“I’m not making you pay for our anniversary dinner, I’d never be able to sleep at night.” He says, and he captures your hands in his own, holding them together and bringing them to his lips for a delicate kiss. You tilt your head and watch, face heating. 

“So you can run into active warzones and get covered in all sorts of fluids but you can’t handle letting your girlfriend pay for food? Kyle, you sound ridiculous.” Leaning forward, you lay a smooch on his forehead and feel his body jerk out chuckles.

“Never said I didn’t like the idea,” Brown eyes lower in a small jab. A joke making his lips pull up in a smirk. “It’s called being a gentleman, Love.”

“A gentleman that loses his wallet, apparently. Not very soldier-like, Sergeant Garrick.” Your eyelids crinkle as you grin, firing back just as fast as Gaz blinks, brought back to the dilemma that was pushing back your departure for the restaurant down in the city. A pointedly expensive restaurant.

“It was right on me! I swear, this has never happened before.”

You shrug, straightening up to full height and tugging at Kyle’s dress shirt; prompting him to stand up so you can straighten his tie. He does so without complaint, and your fingers spread over fine silk.

“I’m gutted. We can’t go until I find it. I’m not even that worried about my money—it’s my damn ID that’s draggin’ me by the arse.” You glance up at him, humming, before pulling at the neck of his shirt and setting the tie comfortably under. Kyle’s grip goes to rest on your waist and you slightly melt into his chest more.

“Base ID?” Your voice mutters out in question.

“Yeah, that’s the bloody one. Price’ll kill me if he finds I’ve lost it. Fuckin’ hell.” Sighing deeply, you sag into him, your chin going to rest on his collarbone so you can look up at him with a tiny glimmer of understanding. 

Gaz’s jaw was tight with worry, brows drawn in and those two tiny scars on his left cheek pulled stiff. His stubble brushed your nose as he angled his head down to stare into your eyes when your grip traveled to wrap around his waist loosely. He huffs and kisses your nose bridge. 

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart, I’m ruining the night with all this talk. We should be out already, shouldn’t we?” You’re already frowning at him, pinching his side as he grunts in surprise and stifles a boyish laugh.

“Quit that,” you say, “this is just as important. Do you remember where you last put it?” 

You’d never been to Kyle’s work before—that is, the military base where he’s stationed at. He doesn’t really have a workplace per se, just a temporary office and barracks room if he needed it. The Sergeant is off across the world more often than not. 

“I haven’t got a clue,” Kyle’s voice goes low but his chest rises with gratification at the genuine care you show to him over something as silly as this. Heat rises to his cheeks when your fingers run back and forth over his back—his own hands tighten around you, keeping you close. “I knew I had it at lunch. I went out and got you those flowers from that floral shop that you like—I had to use my ID to get back on Base.”

Those very flowers were sitting in a vase on your vanity, bright and vibrant. You’d swooned when Kyle had gotten back to the apartment with them. 

“Alright,” your eyes stare off into your boyfriend’s brown orbs, focussing deeply. Gaz sees your nose scrunch in thought and he smiles widely, chuckling and lightly beginning to sway the two of you back and forth to unseen music. “Lunch,” you mutter, barely noticing.

“Don’t strain yourself, now,” Kyle teases.

“Hush,” Scolding, you fake a scowl and feel him rest his forehead on yours. His hair tickles your flesh and you giggle. Heart pounding, Gaz listens to you speak as if caught in a trap of his own making, gaze exceptionally soft and breathing secondary to the way your mouth curls into a smile; how your beauty ensnares him in your otherworldly glow. “Anything else, Dear?”

“Hm,” Blinking out of his love-struck gaze, Kyle thinks deeply—straining his mind. A memory sparks and a flame burns in his gut. His expression flips as the air sparks. “MacTavish…oh, that fucker’s dead.” 

You make a noise of confusion as Gaz starts rambling, pulling back from you and beelining for the keys on the nightside table. Face open and soft with shock, you stutter a small laugh when the man darts back and grabs you by the shoulders; angling you to the bedroom door and to the foyer. 

“Gaz?” You chuckle endearingly at his annoyed face, his lips pulled tight, and his eyes narrow on nothing as he releases you. He bends down and snatches your heels, turning and bending a knee with a groan.

“Bastard. I knew he would get to me eventually, Love, it was only a matter of time.” 

“‘Get to you?’” Amusement makes you place a hand over your lips before a loud snort can escape your lungs. “Kyle, what are you on about?” 

His nimble fingers loop the buckle of the heels over your ankle, pulling to a comfortable tightness as he cradles your calf. Brown eyes glance up at you with deep seriousness.

“Soap…I told you about him, yeah?” you nod and carefully place your foot back down; letting Gaz pick up the other and slip your foot into the expensive material. The smile never leaves your face as the calloused hands scrape your flesh. Kyle huffs out a scoff. “He’s been pulling all of our legs for weeks—got to some of the recruits first but it bled over to One-Four-One. Didn’t think he’d fuck with me so soon; would have prepared otherwise.”

“The Scottish one?” You stand fully on your two feet and grab your coat from the hook and slip it over your shoulders, glancing at Gaz as he puts on his own shoes. You go over and kiss the top of his head in thanks for the assistance with your own. “So you were pranked?”

“When he bumped into me,” your boyfriend explains, and you’re being carefully corralled out the door with your arm resting in the crook of his elbow; you grip the nice fabric of his suit and listen with rapt attention and a toothy smile. “I thought he’d just wanted to hurry on to the pub—I didn’t think much of his grab at my waist as anything more than to keep him steady. Mate stole my fucking wallet.”

He says it so aghast that you giggle and see him blink, expression turning cheeky.

“What?” Gaz looks over at you with a raised brow and a smirk. “Look at that beautiful smile—you think this is funny, Love? You are just wicked, you are.” 

“I think it’s hilarious,” your body leans into his heavily; pulling his body heat into yours and making you all toasty as you gaze at him with love. “Are we going on a mission, Sergeant?” 

Gaz stares with a vast haze of affection and pleasure, “Damn right we are.” An arm wraps around your waist and squeezes your flesh—your face goes warm. “We’re trackin’ down a shit-faced Scot on our anniversary. Bloody brilliant if you ask me. You have my six?” 

“Well,” you sigh with enjoyment, not at all angry or annoyed at the strained dinner reservation. Brown eyes crinkle at you. “It’ll be good to finally meet who you work with.” Your lips widen, “I’d be honored.”

“Christ, let’s just hope he has it on him.”

—

Gaz huffs as he pushes open the front door to the pub, and you take in the scent of tobacco and alcohol. With a muttered thanks to your boyfriend as he holds open the barrier for you, you slip inside and the smell only increases to a violent level. You blink around the old-style wood and decor, surprised with how much you enjoy the drunken cheeks and dim light atmosphere. Like a wave that goes in and out, your ears ring from music playing out a jukebox in the far corner. 

“This way, then,” Kyle sighs loudly, and you see his eyes have already locked into three men at the bar top. A loud roar of laughter accompanies the both of you as you head over to who you assumed were his coworkers. 

You glance down at your expensive attire and then at Gaz’s and stifle a loud laugh at the stares you’re getting. The two of you are comically overdressed. 

“MacTavish!” Your boyfriend calls eyes exasperated if not a bit annoyed. When all of the individuals at the bar turn to look at the two of you. “Want to explain why my wallet’s not in my fucking pant pocket right now?” 

You figure out who he’s talking to when the man with a strong face and a mohawk bursts out into chest-jerking laughter after a second of pure silence. His pale hands slap the table where his multiple empty shot glasses rattle against one another. 

“Oh, hell,” yep, Scottish. Gaz glowers next to you with a stiff frown until you elbow his side. He glances down and rolls his eyes as you chuckle—his arm going over your shoulders. 

“Fuckin’ not again—What’s he done?” The gravel in the bearded man’s tone took you aback for a moment, such a low and grating voice laced with a firm authority. A black beanie was on top of his brown hair, and tiny orbs colored like the sea turned to stare.

They blink in slight surprise when they find you, curiously shifting the lines present.

“Johnny, what the fuck?” A shrouded man grumbles, a face mask sitting comfortably over most of his expression and a hood up over his head. Blueish-gray eyes blink in your direction before their numbness shifts back to the wheezing Scot. 

“Ah, Christ, I’m sorry,” Johnny gasps, clearly drunk by the flush to his skin. You spare a look with Gaz and can’t help the amused twitch of your brow. “Didn’t realize I’d forgotten to give it back to ya!” 

“Stole my bloody wallet is what he’s done,” Kyle mutters to the man with a beard, who you assumed to be his Captain only by the atmosphere surrounding him. “We’re late for dinner.”

“Kyle, I told you it’s alright,” your hand goes to pinch his cheek before his face heats up so much you feel it from your fingers. Eyes shifting, you address the three with a smile. “Such a worrier this one,” you huff and introduce yourself by name, “...it’s a pleasure.”

“Pleasure’s all ours, Sweetheart,” the Captain grunts, raising his nearly empty glass into the air in greeting. “Good to finally put a face to a name. John Price. John’s all well and good.” He motions to the masked man. “Ghost.”

You send a nod and a grin the large and intimidating Brit’s way. All he does is stare before blinking slowly.

“Soap,” Kyle levels, shifting away from you and walking closer to the Scot with a loosely motioning hand, “C’mon, Mate, you’re piss-faced—hand it over.” 

“Does he always do this?” You ask easily to Price and Ghost as the other two go at it like teens.

John shares an amused glance with you and grunts out a low chuckle. “Not always, told him to tone it down ‘fore he gets Disciplinary.” 

Ghost huffs in agreement, scratching at his arm. 

“Like tellin’ a fuckin’ dog not to go after a bone.” You snort, looking back at your boyfriend as he begins patting down a limp and slurring Soap like airport security. 

“Seems you two have got your hands full. I know Kyle isn’t above poking fun, either.” 

“Waitin’ for them to burn each other out, Love,” John utters, and you share a cheeky smile with him. 

You enjoyed how easy it was to converse with the man—especially the one that was in charge of your boyfriend while he was away. It puts you at ease to finally meet all of them... no matter how shit-faced. 

“Aha!” Gaz’s form rips out the body of his leather wallet with a shout of victory. Soap grumbles, rubbing at his face with the heel of his palm. 

“If I’d known you were takin’ your bonnie girl out I’d have taken your tags instead.” 

“Well look at that, so considerate,” Kyle chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re demented, Mate.” 

“Ah, that’s just the top of it, eh?” You chuckle at the Scot’s comment, pulling out your phone from your jacket pocket and checking the time. 

“Can we still make it?” Kyle asks, jogging back up to you as you click your tongue; turning the screen and showing him with a smirk.

“Think they’ll forgive a fifteen-minute absence?” Your boyfriend slowly deflates and your face softens at the sight of his sagging shoulders. John sighs long at his seat and stands; slapping a hand on Kyle’s shoulder and lightly placing one on yours. 

Gaz looks up at him in surprise. 

“Well, that’s proper bad luck,” the Captain starts, face serious and tiny eyes narrowed, “say what, then, the two of you pick what you want and Soap’ll cover the cost for the night.” Ghost huffs a dull bark of a laugh from his seat. You’re not even sure Johnny heard it above him tipping back another shot. 

You and Kyle share a glance before twin smirks form on both of your faces. 

“Can…you do that, Sir?” Kyle asks, accusatory.

“What kind of a bloody question is that?” John grunts before staring at you. “Now, don’t think too hard about it, eh? MacTavish has been getting too bold—maybe losin’ a few bills’ll screw his head back straight.” 

“I have no problem with it,” your eyes slide to your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow. “You?”

John chuckles and pats your shoulders, squeezing. “Knew she’d jump on it.”

Kyle laughs, making the most of the situation as he nods a few times—watching you with his eyes drowned with warmth and affection. 

“I’m down.” You giggle excitedly and slip into one of the dirty bar seats next to Ghost, eagerly trying to get him into a conversation about drinks and good food available in your expensive dress and jacket. 

Gaz stares after with a tiny smile, slipping his wallet into his pocket where it belongs. 

“Proper Bird,” John mutters, glancing at his Sergeant, grunting as Kyle chuffs. “It’s good to have something like that to go back to. Make it last, then.”

“I don’t plan on messing this up, Boss,” Gaz’s cheeks go hot with embarrassment, but it’s telltale how his eyes never leave your frame for a single second. “Not on my life.”

“Good.” John nods his head, “Go on.”

Kyle sends him a thankful look and shuffles over to the empty seat next to yours; feeling you immensely snuggle up into his side and continue your mostly one-sided conversation with Ghost. Soap was still drinking down his beverages with loud comments every once and a while.

Gaz kisses the top of your head and waves over the bartender.

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[eddiebun]

puppy love • part two

mini series ; part two, find part one here

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader

summary ; lovesick y/n has fallen head over heels, complete infatuation with the scraggly-haired metal head who drops her off at school every morning and takes her home after.

genre ; angst, fluff, smut, smitten!reader has heart eyes for heartbreaker!eddie, !! flashbacks/memories in all italics !!

warning ; this content is 18+ only. explicit sexual content (minors away !! grrr), fingering, oral f receiving, pantie kink? m! masturbation, bullying, petty behaviour, family issues, drugs, consuming alcohol, reader fits into eddie's clothes, panic attacks, insecure reader who pines for eddie who gets bitches and sleeps around. dumb, both reader and eddie are dumb but like does he really not know how reader feels? maybe he’s being cruel.. yeah he’s kinda a dick in this.

wc ; 11.1k strap in

fairy note ; putting all my heart into this, feedback and interactions are greatly appreciated. thanks twice and ive, gg playlist in general for getting me through this long part of puppy love oh my- also this isn't full proofread yet, sorry. i don’t have a taglist but i do have a blog that you can turn notifications on to know when i post a new fic, click here ♡

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“I guess I could say hi to her..”

You had left the Hellfire Club room behind the theatre class with your shoulders slumped, a quick goodbye paired with an excuse to Eddie. You felt detached and put off, but you had your last class of the day— in about 2 minutes so there was no time for any of those sappy feelings getting in the way.

Turning hallways and skipping a couple of steps up to the floor of your maths class, successfully reaching it on time, and setting yourself down at the desk where you normally reside.

You didn't even notice that Lori was in her usual spot— the desk in front of you, until you heard her joyful giggle, Eddie's proposition to you whirling around in your head like a cruel taunt you just couldn’t shake.

But alas, you had already told your puppy-eyed friend— that you were in love with, that you’d talk to her for him and you didn’t go back on your word.

"thought it would be nice for you to make a new friend too since you're stuck to me."

What did Eddie even mean by that? Sure, you didn’t have many friends and you weren’t even super comfortable around all of Eddie’s friends yet, still taking time to open up with them and yeah, you’d always come running to him when something had happened, good or bad but that’s what friends did and he’d welcome you with open arms no matter rain or shine. It didn’t make sense, why would he suddenly sound so hostile now? Like you were suddenly a burden he wanted to brush off.

You didn’t like this Eddie very much.. your Eddie might’ve been irritatingly oblivious to how flirtatious he was, absolutely blind to your genuine feelings, gestures and purposeful routines that included him but, he was never mean.

You swallowed down the nervous lump in your throat and reached out to tap Lori’s shoulder to get her attention, seeing her turn around and all the previous joy drain from her face, looking like you had just killed her entire family and it took you by surprise but you were used to plenty of two faced people in Hawkin’s High.

“Hi.. sorry.” you spoke up, rubbing your arm out of comfort, “I was just wondering where you got your bag from, it’s really cute.” you weren’t lying but you were exaggerating, under any other circumstances, you would have never had enough confidence to muster up asking any popular kids questions, though it helped that she wasn’t surrounded by her poesy right now.

“Oh..” her face softened up at the flattery, looking down at her bag before back ahead at you, expression a lot more relaxed now, “My daddy got it for me in a department store in the City.”

“Oh, cool, I like it.” you smiled, “Um, you like my friends band right? Corroded Coffin.”

Her eyes went wide and she nervously laughed, shaking her head, “I don’t know what that is.” her eyebrows furrowed and oh boy, she was a terrible liar.

You blinked a couple times, stuck on how to progress anything if she was just going to play pretend, “Well, my friend has this band and he saw you the other night—“ she cut you off, reaching over to squeeze your hand, “That wasn’t me sweetie.” her tone was condescending.

She turned away and you rolled your eyes, oh well, you tried. Maybe Eddie did get mixed up with another girl, not Lori.

“Here’s that department stores name.” She turned back around to hand you over a piece of ripped paper she had scribbled on, ‘talk to me when school ends, go to the restroom, not here xoxo’

When you went to look back up at her you saw she was already facing back towards the front, you were in disbelief but you reminded yourself that people like this weren’t nice and given the opportunity they would rather laugh in your face then hear you out. So of course Lori Fisher wouldn’t dare be caught talking to you in front of her friends, especially not about Eddie Munson out of all people.

You didn’t even know why you were even bothering, you were helping the guy you had been fawning over all year hook up with some preppy girl in your class, it didn’t make sense even to you but Eddie’s harsh words hung heavy on your heart. You had somewhat convinced yourself that this would be a fix, just to keep pleasing him, you had messed up somehow along the way, right? What if you had really upset him? You couldn’t stand the thought of Eddie being upset with you, especially to the point where he didn’t want you around as much anymore.

Once class was dismissed you were gathering your things when you heard Lori announcing to her friends that she had to rush home early today, catching the way she glanced at you before heading off.

You followed behind her a little before the both of you were in the toilets, the rest of the students heading home or out with their friends for the day.

"We can talk here, it's better," she spoke up, looking in the mirror and adjusting the ponytail on top of her head, “So did Munson like.. tell you I was there?” she asked, still looking ahead at the mirror.

You just nodded, unsure of where she was going with this, “You talk to him a lot don’t you? Kinda thought you two were together or something.” she scoffed out a laughter, “But here you are.. asking if I like his band and how Eddie saw me.” she titled her head, tapping her chin as though she was thinking.

“He likes me doesn’t he?”

You honestly had somewhat drifted off into your thoughts somewhere between her speculating, shaking your head back to reality before laughing nervously, “Something like that.” you muttered.

“Interesting..” she cooed and you couldn’t read her expression, what was on her mind.

Yes Lori, the boy you’ve fell head first into love with was interested in her, and here you were like a fool, mind clouded in doubt and worry but you didn’t act, you never did, like a complete coward.

“There’s a party, y’know Chance? Big muscled guy on the basketball team? Well, he’s holding one tonight, you wouldn’t be a doll and ask if Eddie could come? It’s like bring your own alcohol but he could bring drugs instead, that would work.” she nodded eagerly at her suggestion, scribbling down an address and shoving it into your hand.

Lori wanted you to be the messenger and invite Eddie to some High School party? You didn’t even get a chance to question her, watching her gasp once she checked the time.

“Gotta go! See ya, okay?” she grinned before rushing out of the toilets.

You glanced down at the address written on the paper before stuffing it into your pocket and walking out of the school building, Eddie would be there waiting in his car to drop you both back off home.

“Jesus H Christ!” he jolted, sitting in the drivers seat with rolling papers between his fingers and his little lunchbox full of drugs on his lap— which nearly went flying when you startled him with your sudden presence.

You plopped yourself down in the passenger seat and laughed under your breath, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” you looked over at him and he relaxed, shaking his head,

“No, you’re good, don’t worry.” he chuckled, putting away any drug paraphernalia and starting the car, “Y’wanna come over and listen to some new songs I learned? Picked up ice cream for us too.” he told you proudly but you hesitated.

“Really?” you asked which he laughed at, “Yeah? Why’re you saying that?” he asked, confused since the both of you always hung out you never double checked with him, you’d normally jump at the offer or suggest plans first.

“Nothing m’ just checking.” you shrugged it off, his words still ringing in your head but if he said it was okay then you believed him.

He patted your thigh and kept it resting there after starting the car and pulling it out of the school parking lot, headed out the gates and home. Once Eddie has pulled up outside the trailer you followed him in, feeling the warmth of his palm still burning at your thigh.

The both of you got comfortable in his room, Wayne out on his night shift so Eddie didn't hold back in giving you a couple personal performances with his guitar whilst you say back against his headboard, watching his fingers swipe skilfully plucking and striking the strings of his beloved instrument.

“You learnt all of those songs over the week?” you leaned up, blinking up at him in surprise, “Mhm? Not to brag or anything but i’m pretty good right?” he jokingly winked before setting aside the instrument on the stand and joining you on his bed.

“So.. you’ve been looking like something’s been on your mind since you got in the car and you barely even touched the ice cream I bought for us.” he pointed out, reaching over and squeezing your hand in your lap, big brown eyes watching you.

You laughed quietly, an awkward attempt to quell any nerves at his apprehensive questioning, "Nothing serious." you shook your head, shrugging it off dismissively but of course, Eddie only gravitated further towards you, head leaning to the side knowingly and the feeling of his thumb swiping along the back of your hand had a nervous lump building in your throat.

You didn't have to tell him, right? If you just said something like, Lori wasn't that interested, kinda mean, you wouldn't even be lying.

Ultimately you decided against that, opting to just tell him and see what he made of the situation, you didn't take Eddie for desperate so you somewhat had hopes that he would deny any sort of party invite from her.

"Well.. Lori, we talked a little but not in front of everyone, she didn't wanna do that," you glanced up at him, seeing him listening intently, "So yeah, we talked and she basically asked me to invite you to one of the basketball players parties tonight." you explained, prying out the crumbled up paper with his address on.

You watched the way Eddie's eyebrows furrowed as he uncrumpled the paper and read the address, a disgruntled expression on his face, "She invited me?" he peeked back up at you.

"Mhm, talked about bringing your own alcohol or drugs too," you shrugged before a sigh left your lips and you laid back against the bed, "you're not going right?" you asked him, looking up at the ceiling.

It was silent, uncomfortably long silence, peeking your head up and resting up on your elbows as you studied his expression, "Eddie." you called out.

"I could check it out.” you watched him shrug and your eyes went wide, mouth dropped open a little.

“You wanna party with people that bully you?” you questioned him, watching him roll his eyes in annoyance— like you hadn’t made a completely fair point.

“She invited us Y/N, I don’t see why she’d do that if she was like the others.” he tried to reason but it only made you more frustrated.

“Okay, let’s say she isn’t like that, that she’s a total sweetheart who has this little risky crush on you,” you cooed out in a forcibly sweet tone, “that means her friends are still assholes, whether she’s nice to you or not, she’s putting you in a room full of people that despise us just for breathing— oh and she didn’t invite us, Eddie, she invited you.”

Eddie clearly didn’t like that response because he glared at you like you had just said the most heinous thing, “You’re being dramatic,” he combed his fingers through his hair, a habit he had when he was stressed, “I said I’d check it out! Besides, I’m not a baby, I can stick up for myself.” he scoffed.

“Why?” you asked, completely baffled, “Is it that worth it?” you spoke quietly but it was audible enough for Eddie to hear, his eyes still boring into you.

His expression had turned somewhat sour when he spoke up again, “Ohh, I get it, this is because I told you it would be nice if you made a new friend too?” he laughed as though he had it figured out.

You stared at him, blinking a couple times before standing up, you weren’t going to do this, bicker with Eddie whilst he speculated and turned this on you.

“Oh so it is?” he stood up, “It isn’t even that big of a deal! I didn’t say it maliciously.” he shook his head but you weren’t even listening to him, grabbing your bag and stepping into your shoes.

“Shut up, I’m against it because I told you, those people aren’t nice people Eddie— besides! she doesn’t even like me so to hell with any ideas of friendship!” you raised your voice.

“No! You’re just overthinking it and making it into this big fucking thing like this will end the world or something I mean come on Y/N! Grow up!” he grabbed the bag you were holding to make you stop for a moment and listen to him.

“I’m looking out for you!” you poked your finger into his chest, glaring up at him and your breathing had gotten heavier, the whole situation working you up.

“Oh my! My hero, saving me from big bad Lori and her asshole friends like I totally don’t deal with that on the daily, seriously loosen the fuck up.” he scoffed and you felt your heart pang in your chest, why was he making you out to be so evil?

“Whatever, have fun— prove me wrong, I don’t care anymore.” you laughed weakly, grabbing your bag out of his grasp and storming out of the trailer.

The whole thing had you stunned, feeling like you couldn’t even breathe properly and like your whole world was collapsing on you. You had never yelled at each other like that and Eddie normally heard you out but this time he had been so mean and stubborn, all over something that— in your eyes — was going to backfire massively for the both of you.

You got home and kicked off your shoes, falling face first into the couch in the living room, “Bad day?” you heard your Mom speak up, peeking her head out from the kitchen. She walked over when she heard muffled sniffling against the pillow.

You spent a little while like that, shedding tears onto the pillow whilst your Mom stayed beside you, only raising your head to wipe at your swollen eyes, “Eddie, he’s not being very fair.” you croaked out, voice unstable.

“Hmm? How so my love?” your Mom questioned, watching you sit up properly and she grabbed a couple tissues, handing them over.

“He asked me to talk to someone he’s interested in b-but I tried to tell him I don’t think it’s a good idea because they're not nice and neither are their friends and he got all defensive.” you sniffled out in between hiccups, “You know I like him but.. it’s not even that, I care for him before anything!” you enthused.

“I know, I know..” she frowned, sighing at the situation you had explained, “Well, I know it might not be pleasant to think about but let him carry on, do what he wants to and he’ll soon come crawling back apologizing once he realizes, I’m sure he’s just being headstrong.” she shook her head, “He cares about you too, he’s just making poor decisions he has to learn from himself, there’s only so much fixing you can do Y/N.”

You knew your Mom meant well and she was being rational but you could but anything but that, you just couldn't shake the horrid feeling— probably because you were head over heels in love with him. With your heart pounding in your chest anxiously and your mind conjuring up the worst scenarios your friendship would end in, you had to distract yourself before you got yourself further worked up over the boy.

Your Mom even offered to stay home from work instead of heading to her night shift so you could both watch movies, but you refused, feeling like it would have been too much of a burden on her.

Now, with the night approaching 9 PM already and your Mom out of the trailer, and the one you loved most was off trying his best to, how you saw it, replace you, you turned to the kitchen and reached up to a top shelf, plucking a bottle of wine out and cracking the cap open to fill a glass.

It was stupid, everything felt so stupid and maybe yes, you were a little dramatic but Eddie was your everything, he had taught you so much about yourself, his presence alone had made you feel so comforted, and he genuinely listened. You had never felt like your problems were real enough until Eddie assured you that it's okay and it's not selfish to be upset, to complain, and to want to scream at the top of your lungs sometimes and he had promised he'd be there, to cheer you on, to lend a shoulder to cry on or to distract you from any hurt you were going through, he never wanted you to go through that again, he told you that you wouldn't have to.

So maybe that's why this hurt even more.

"Hey, freak, that your girlfriend?" one of the basketball players, Alex, called out mockingly, just wanting to provoke him, "she sure looks the part, wonder if she's as freaky in the bedroom as she looks."

Eddie lost his cool, his arm around you dropping from your shoulder as he turned back around and got up in Alex's face despite your protesting and tugging at his arm, "Don't fucking talk about her like that alright man? What is your problem—"

He got whacked in the face, fist flying at his cheek, feeling him knock back into you, Alex fleeing as soon as he caught sight of a teacher, fled like a coward, not that Eddie would've probably jumped on him back, he didn't scrap, that wasn't like him but he didn't just stand there all the time letting people walk all over him— especially not you.

"Oh my god, Eddie are you okay?!" you screeched out after catching a breath from stumbling back with Eddie, your hand still squeezing at his arm.

You went back to him with his trailer that day-- skipping your lessons just for him, full-on nurse mode even though it was only a busted lip, insisting that he should just rest and you'd look after him, "Y/N, it's not that bad," he shook his head dismissively, eyes blinking down at you as you kneeled in between his legs, holding a damp towel to his lip, "starting to think you just like me or something." he'd jest playfully.

"Shut up stupid, why are you saying that?" you whined, probably poutier looking than you should've been, for an obvious joke.

"You just wanna take care of me and love up on me all day." he'd coo playfully and you felt your hands get clammy despite holding the icy cold towel.

"You've gone crazy Eddie Munson, sure you didn't hit your head too?"

You felt like you had only blinked and a matter of hours had passed, sitting on the floor with your knees against your chest and you had opted to drink straight from the bottle instead of your glass now, "Stupid.. Stupid, dumb, gorgeous Eddie Munson," you grumbled drunkenly to yourself, "I mean really? What do I not have? I-I want him so bad." you slurred out, banging your head back against the mattress on your bed.

You didn't even hear the soft knocking on your window until it grew louder and you finally thought you had lost it, hearing things and becoming paranoid.

"Y/N!" you heard a muffled voice and whipped your head around in the direction of the window, eyes going wide when you saw Eddie. You pushed yourself up but were very unsteady on your feet, getting to the window with the help of grabbing everything around you for stability.

Pushing the window open, you were swaying back and forth a little and squinting at him in your drunken haze, "What?" you bleated, seeing Eddie already push himself into your room, "No, nu uh, Eddie, get out." you complained, but he was already in your room.

"Drunk? Why're you drunk?" he questioned, noticing your incessant hiccups, and slurred words, and the empty bottle laid on the ground. He grabbed your hand and sat you down on the bed, watching the way your lips downturned into a pout, quietening up suddenly.

"Why're you here.. the party." you mumbled, glancing down at your hands in your lap, his hand still grasping gently at your wrist.

"Y/N it's 1 AM, besides, I didn't wanna stay long, needed to see you." he shook his head, waving his hand like he didn't want to talk about it.

In truth, as soon as Eddie walked through the door and greeted Lori, it was clear as the night grew, what her intentions were from the start.

At first, Lori was pleasant, cute even and she buttered Eddie up with endless compliments and questions about his band she saw at the diner that night, to Eddie she seemed sweet, and yeah, her friends all gave him the nastiest of looks and snide comments but they didn't seem to interfere too much and Lori didn't give it any thought either, to him it was just nice that she was joining in with the cruel remarks.

“Did you bring that stuff?” she squeezed his arm, sweet smile making her eyes crease, “Oh, um yeah but we don’t have to do anything.” Eddie hesitated but pulled out the little baggies of weed and assortments of pills from his pocket, hearing her gasp, “Ooh fun!” she winked.

“You don’t mind? I can make it up to you later.” she leaned in, pecking his cheek and swiping the various tiny plastic bags from his hand.

He didn’t exactly have a say in it, he was stupid but not that stupid, he knew saying no, suddenly going all cold and storming out the party flooded with football and basketball players, with his ‘fun’ he’d just displayed to her, wasn’t going to work and she knew that too. Lori always got what she wanted, with a sweet over-exaggerated smile and forcibly high tone.

"Y’know, you’re like.. not as weird as I thought you'd be, kinda cute." a drunken Lori cooed, eyes big as they looked up at him, "That Y/N though, I mean even though you're out of my league, shit she's like the bottom of the barrel-kinda out of your league!" she burst out into laughter.

His face scrunched up in disbelief, he didn’t care about the drugs anymore, how much money he would lose or how Lori had just used him— probably just to impress her friends. No, this was unbelievable, this was bullshit and downright cruel.

He pushed Lori a couple steps away from himself and shook his head, “Are you serious?” he grimaced, “You think that’s actually funny saying that disgusting shit about her?” he scoffed.

“Oh c’mon, lighten up!” she groaned, eyes rolling which only got Eddie more frustrated.

“You’re fucking fake, how can you be so proud and walk around like that confidently? It’s ugly and I hope it bites you in the ass, fuck you.” he watched the way Lori’s face scrunched up in disgust at his words.

“Oh fuck you, like you have any room to talk, get the fuck out freak!” she suddenly yelled, jabbing her finger into his chest and Eddie didn’t say another word, wanting nothing more than to get away from her and her disgusting mouth.

“Fucking bitch..” he scoffed under his breath, luckily stepping out of the door before anyone caught on to the situation and jumped him.

He felt bad, like a scolded puppy dog when he rolled up to Y/N’s trailer, knocking on her window and ready to be I told you so'd but if he didn’t he knew she would’ve avoided him the whole weekend, would’ve probably even walked to school on Monday too and he just couldn’t have that.

“You’re ruining my night,” you hiccupped, “well actually you already ruined it but now it’s doubly ruined.” you breathed out shakily and Eddie sighed, nodding knowingly.

“I know and—“ you glared at him and he stuttered his words, jumbling them up nervously, “I was too harsh and I should’ve heard you out instead of freaking out on you, whether I went or not I shouldn’t have treated you like that, at all!” he squeezed your hand in his to bring his point home.

“You’re mean.” he watched your eyes drop back into his lap and suddenly heard a weak sniffle. Eddie gulped back a nervous lump in his throat, feeling his heart pang in his chest, he had really fucked up.

“Oh no.. Y/N,” he spoke out softly— cautiously not to make you further upset, “I’m sorry angel, I'm really, really sorry.” he frowned, leaning in closer but you just recoiled.

“No, please stop that.” you shuffled away, crawling to the end of the bed and curling up, “Stop calling me that a-and touching me like that, my head, it messes with my head and my heart hurts.” you whined, feeling like you couldn’t catch your breath.

“Y/N I don’t know what you mean if you don’t talk to me..” he pleaded with his eyes, giving you your space since he didn’t want to overwhelm you, “I know I messed up, I can only prove to you it won’t happen again, I cherish us so much you have no idea-“

“No! You have no idea!” you snapped, sitting up and he could see your whole body tremble with every drawn-out breath you took.

“You’re so sweet and caring and then you step all over me like everyone else! Getting me to do this and that because you know that I will because you know I like you.” you were just spewing words at this point, “It’s not fair, none of this is fair, and—“ you found yourself letting out another sob, “I don’t like this, I don’t like it anymore, hurts too bad. I do everything I can but it’s not enough for you to look at me like I want you to.” you squeezed your arm nervously, feeling loose tears drip down your cheeks and your head felt so heavy.

“So please just go, leave— don’t want any pity or apologizes, just stupid puppy love, a dumb crush, it’ll pass.” you whimpered out brokenly, mostly saying that to ease yourself but you knew how pathetic you looked saying this was nothing more than a dumb crush when here you are bawling your eyes out like this and confessing in front of him after some wine? It was pitiful.

It was silent for a little while and you had buried your head into your arms, rocking yourself back and forth comfortingly. You heard shuffling around before feeling Eddie tugging you into his embrace which rumbled another sob past your lips, reaching out to grip his shirt in upset and frustration, “Why..” you whispered out, “Why can’t you just leave?” your voice was hoarse and scratchy from your stuffy nose and glassy eyes but his hold on you didn’t let up.

“I can’t..” he shook his head, voice hushed, “It might be selfish but I just can’t, I don’t want to.” he frowned, tilting your chin up and wiping away the dried tears on your cheek. Eddie breathed out, gently pushing your head back against his chest and rocking the both of you gently, “I know that you’re tired of hearing it but I’m so sorry.. for making you confused, hurt, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.” he squeezed you.

“I guess my words, actions came off strong but..” he closed his eyes, squeezing them together, “that’s not a bad thing.” your eyebrows furrowed at that, ready to pull away and curse at him properly this time but he continued speaking, “I mean.. things are confusing but I like it- I mean, I like us, y’know..” he was awkward, scratching behind his head nervously.

He notices you shake your head and he anxiously laughed, “Can we talk about this in the morning? You’ve been drinking and crying, you need some sleep.” he kissed the top of your head and you melted, almost forgetting everything that had previously gone down tonight.

“I don’t deserve it but hear me out, please?” he looked down at you, big twinkly brown eyes and you felt your heart break for what was probably the hundredth time, nodding in compliance.

“We’ll talk and we won’t leave the room until everything is off our chests and good, okay?” he cupped your face and you couldn’t do anything but nod once again, completely drained— not be able to muster up any more complaining or tears.

Eddie smiled, giving you one more squeeze in his warm embrace before he pulled away, to your dismay, almost audibly whining at the lack of his warmth and comfort.

“Can you stay at least.. I know I said leave but it’s okay.” you spoke quietly, eyes avoiding his as you crawled up your bed and under your covers, “Want me to tuck you in?” he asked, watching you nod with your eyes peeking out from under the sheet.

He walked over, taking the corners of the duvet and making sure it was snugly tucked against you your frame, grabbing one of your plushies and even placing it under the covers beside your head.

Eddie grinned, pleased at his work before walking over to grab the blanket and cushion on the chair in the corner of your room. He tugged off his vest and kicked off his shoes before laying himself down on the floor, head resting on the little pillow and pink blanket draped over himself, “G’night angel.” you heard him softly call out.

Your eyes closed and the next time you opened them was when you felt the sun spilling in through a crack in your closed curtains, grumbling nonsense and burying your head further into the pillow in protest of the sun.

You heard Eddie’s hoarse voice as he groaned out, “Morning..” he said in between a yawn, sitting up and pressing his hand against his lower back, aching from the hard floor beneath him all night.

“I grabbed you some water.” he spoke up, pointing towards the glass beside your bedside table and you didn’t hesitate in gulping down the liquid relief, you had a dull headache, it could’ve been way worse considering drinking and crying all night but you got rather lucky.

“Can I come up?” he asked from the floor and you tried not to smile, shuffling to sit up against the headboard properly, “Mhm.”

Eddie crawled onto the bed and relaxed against the soft mattress and sheets that smelt like you, “Sleep okay?” he asked quietly and you nodded, knowing he was just trying to process all of last night.

“Can we talk about what happened?” he looked over at you at the top of the bed, “If you want to of course.” he added.

“Yeah, I want to.” you bit your bottom lip in between your teeth, anxiously biting at the skin, “I’m sorry, I know I overreacted, blabbering around about a crush and stuff, was really stupid and I was just being over emotional like— you shouldn’t of listened to anything I said.” you laughed nervously, fiddling with loose threads on your sheets.

Eddie frowned, aware you were only trying to cover yourself, probably embarrassed but that’s not what he wanted to hear, the last thing he wanted to hear was you taking any of it back.

In truth Eddie had spent the most of the night on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and playing countless scenarios and made up conversations in his head of how to tell you he liked you, he wanted to give it a chance but he was just scared to commit, make anything official. His mind was racing, wondering how he could keep someone so dear to his heart like you, how to make you happy, how to make you know you’re loved— of course he knew he fulfilled that as a friend but in a relationship? that was completely different and so much more intense and he was terrified to screw that up, what if he broke your heart for real or you broke his? He couldn’t cope with that.

“No, no, it’s okay.” he smiled, reassuringly reaching out and grabbing one of your hands, fiddling with your fingers, “Even though you were mad at me, it's understandable.” he laughed quietly, shaking his head before continuing, “I just feel like we should really talk about it, I don’t wanna upset you anymore and I need to make sure you’re okay and that we're on the same page.” he looked you dead in the eye but you couldn’t hold his gaze, too embarrassed still by last nights messy drunken confessing.

You were fearing the worst, rejection— you'd be told that in simple words, you weren't what Eddie wanted, he'd never be able to see you that way, you basically braced for impact.

Your lips pursed together and you took a deep breath in and out from your nose before lifting your head, eyes wandering aimlessly around the room to try and muster up any courage you could, eventually just blurting it out under your breath, "I do.. I do like you, more than a friend,"

You didn't hear him say anything and your eyes were now fixed back onto your lap, breathing picking up nervously, "And I'm sorry, I've been probably coming off way too pushy and overbearing, clingy, annoying— everything." you laughed out bitterly through a trembled breath, your whole chest feeling like it was tightening up in fear of the worst, "But genuinely that's not the reason I ended up being worried about Lori- I won't go into it, you know how I feel." you muttered, not wanting to speak on Lori and upset Eddie if he had a good night with her at the party, even if he came back to you after.

"Y/N," Eddie called out but you kept your head down, 'oh god here it comes' that little voice in your head spoke, the one that never rooted for you, "Look at me? Please." his head titled, wanting to meet your eyes.

You hesitated but eventually subdued the big wave of unease making you feel defeated already, your eyes looking back up and catching his and he noticed how your lips downturned and your eyes were a little swollen from crying last night, crying because of him.

"Can you give me a chance?" you heard him ask, hesitant and he even looked nervous himself which oddly put you at ease a little, you shook your head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "I mean like, we can try it, us, together." he swayed his hands between the both of you to emphasize what he was trying to say.

Eddie was asking to take your friendship further, a relationship.

You blinked a couple times, almost forgetting to breathe before you came back around, and a small laugh came out, honestly in pure disbelief, "Like.. Like boyfriend, girlfriend kinda thing?" you pointed to yourself and then Eddie.

Eddie nervously laughed, scratching behind his head and nodding, "Mhm, something like that would be great."

"You really like me or you're just saying this?" you asked, scepticism dripping in your tone, as much as you liked Eddie you wouldn't let yourself get played around if he wasn't going to show the same energy as you back.

"No- I mean, yes, god, yes I really mean it and no I would never fool you about like that, I respect you Y/N, and last night, you deserved so much better than how I acted." he reached out, squeezing your hands in his and you relaxed, watching him and listening intently, "Uhh, I mean last night was just so dumb.. and I should've listened and I've had you doubting yourself since I got you chasing around Lori for me and I hate that I did that, I'm sorry, I'm a fucking asshole." he squeezed your hands, tight and you heard him scoff, frustrated with himself.

"So, you don't like Lori? I mean.. it's nothing like a serious crush or whatever?" you studied him, wanting to read his expression, you noticed he did seem genuinely worked up at how things went.

"I don't like Lori, I was just chasing after something that seemed like a fun risky idea but it wasn't real, none of it or the people are. It's stupid." he shook his head, looking like he was in his head for a moment and you wanted to question him, wondering what happened last night but he spoke up again,

"But I have the real thing, right here, right in front of me, waiting for the longest time and I've been too foolish to act on it because I'm a coward in all honesty," he threw his head back with a sigh, "scared I'll mess it up, that you'll end up hating me and we'll be left as nothing, I can't lose you." he looked back ahead and he was frowning, he looked uneasy.

"We can take it day by day, it doesn't have to be all at once and nothing has to drastically change like we're getting married tomorrow or something." you laughed, happy when you saw Eddie's lips upturn into a smile.

“So you don’t wanna marry me?” he gasped dramatically, clutching his heart and frowning to which you giggled at, nudging his arm, “Y/N Munson.. hmm doesn’t sound as cool as my name but I still like it.” he further teased before shuffling himself closer to you.

“Day by day, yeah?” he spoke quietly now he was closer and you could smell that strawberry conditioner you had left over in his bathroom, mixed with cigarette smoke lingering on his clothes.

You nodded and felt his hand come up to cup your cheek, leaning in and pressing his lips to the top of your head as his arms moved down to clasp around your waist securely, your back hitting the bed as you felt his weight on top of you and his face resting at your neck.

You breathed him in, hand reaching up to comb through any knots in his hair, you cuddled like this before but now your heart was calm and Eddie had just asked to be your boyfriend.

“You know I really am sorry about yesterday right? I’m not just saying that. I’ll do better.” he spoke against your neck and you nodded gently, fingers untangling one of his curly strands.

“Mhm, I know,” you spoke quietly, feeling like anything else would hinder the comforting atmosphere you both needed to be surrounded in.

“Hey..” he spoke quietly, head leaning up and chin resting against your shoulder as he blinked up at you, “You’re so pretty.” he winked and you felt your face get warm from the compliment, eyelashes fluttering as you glanced at him before anywhere else in the room to settle your heart that was pounding right underneath where his head was resting.

The two of you didn’t leave bed till evening aside from going to pee or grab snacks here and there, the both of you just spent the whole Saturday in each other's embrace, talking about anything that was on your minds.

With it being Saturday it meant no school tomorrow either and the both of you could laze around in each other arms- Eddie even suggested you both skipped Monday in favor of going out on a date and you were almost tempted but you knew your Mom would find out.

So the first date moved to Sunday, tomorrow.

You picked out something cute, the colors matching you perfectly and you thought Eddie would appreciate that too, paired with those shoes Eddie helped you pick out, it was the perfect date outfit.

Stepping out of the trailer you saw Eddie already waiting, leaned up against the car and holding a bunch of flowers, grinning ear to ear already as you approached him, taking in his outfit, he had black denim pants on but this time they weren’t distressed, still fitted him nicely and he kept the belt on, on his upper half he had a white printed t-shirt on with a black opened button down on top and he looked great, showed off his arms that were decorated in tattoos, that you adored so much on him and you didn’t miss the long necklace he wore hanging from his neck, making you feel a little light-headed from how attractive he looked.

“You look so cute, ah Y/N, you'll break my heart." he dramatically gasped, taking in every single little detail you had put into your outfit before noticing your eyes lingering on him, "I know, I know I look ridiculous, this whole date thing is kinda new to me too.” he laughed, handing you the flowers, “Picked those up in record time, only nearly jumping like two red lights?” he chuckled.

You knew Eddie liked to fool around but it was true, he didn’t go on many dates or fully invest time into finding someone to fall for but you didn’t question it and if anything his nerves made you feel better about your own.

“So! Bowling and then ice cream parlor?” he double-checked with you, watching you nod excitedly at the plans, “Follow me, m’lady.” he cooed playfully, opening the passenger door and letting you hop in before he rushed around to the driver's side and started up the car.

You were so happy and the date hadn’t even really begun yet, you just knew you could do anything with Eddie and feel so warm and content inside, it was a feeling you cherished more than anything.

Your first date was everything you had hoped for and more, it wasn’t any different than any other time you had fun plans together- and that’s exactly how you wanted it, it proved that nothing would change, you were both comfortable around each other still, no high expectations that everything would happen all at once, way too fast— yes, a few shy giggles here and there when Eddie said something extremely cheesy but it was all perfect.

You were finishing up — not really, the both of you would spend the night with each other — the date at the local ice cream parlour, Eddie asking for both of your favourite flavours whilst you sat down in a booth, swinging your feet in absolute blissful joy, you did it, Eddie was yours, this was really happening and you weren’t just daydreaming.

You snapped out of your gleeful thoughts when you saw Eddie in front of you, holding the two cups of ice cream, “Uh uh.” he complained when you reached out for yours, cooing at the cute little frown on your face, “Obligatory boyfriend deed, I gotta feed you this ice cream babe.” he snickered and you rolled your eyes at his antics, not missing the way your heart clenched at the new pet name. Feeling him poking the wooden ice cream spoon at your lips, you obliged, tasting the creamy delicious treat, humming in approval at the taste before plucking the spoon out of his fingers and scooping some up for him to try now.

"Mmh.." he hummed, pondering over the taste like some expert, "Too sweet, so I guess it's perfect for you." he smirks, your nose scrunching as you shook your head and grabbed the small ice cream cup from him.

It was about 8 PM when the both of you headed on back to the trailer park, opting to follow Eddie back to his room this time, hearing him playfully coo about how he had been surrounded by your evil little plushies and menacingly tidy room all weekend.

You sighed and rolled your shoulders back once you were in Eddie's room, happy to be in the comfort of just each other and 4 walls again, you flinched when you felt a shirt come flying at your face, scowling at him when you dragged it away from your head.

It was his Hellfire shirt and you looked at him, confused— sure, he let you stay over before, in his shirt and some shorts, but never his Hellfire shirt.. and no pants.

"Put it on dummy, it'll look cute." he cooed like it was obvious, as you stood there, staring down at the infamous shirt.

"Okay, well turn around pervert." you jokingly glared at him and he obliged, turning around with his hands up.

You kicked off your date clothes and pulled the Hellfire shirt over your head, turning around when you were decent, "Mmh'okay." you nodded, still seeing him facing the wall and you laughed, "You can look, dummy."

When he turned around, his eyes went wide, taking in one of his fantasies he had thought and admittedly had countless wet dreams about, and oh god, it was better in real life. Eddie had to clear his throat to get himself composed, "Yeah— uhm.. wow," he chuckled, hand combing through his hair, "you look really fucking cute, c'mere.." he sighed, sitting himself down at the edge of his bed, legs spread wide open.

His reaction had your hands clammy, digging your nails into your palms and biting on the inside of your lip, gradually stepping over the thrown-about clothes and cigarette packets on the floor until you were standing between his legs.

"You okay?" he asked, head tilted to the side and accessing your demeanor, the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

You nodded, giving him a shy smile before you took a hold of his hand, pressing small, delicate kisses to the back of it which had his heart fluttering in bliss, "You're so gorgeous." he pulled you closer with his hand in yours.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your heart stopped, breath hitching when you looked at his eyes to find him already staring up at you with the sweetest little hopeful expression on his soft features.

"Mh, yes— please." you stuttered out, embarrassed by how flustered you sounded which only made him grin wider, pulling you smoothly onto his lap.

His hands came up and cupped your cheeks delicately, scared touching you too suddenly would startle you away like a baby deer but he relaxed when you nestled your cheek further against the warmth of his palm, one of your hands even coming up to reassuringly squeeze his arm.

"Cute." he mouthed, barely audible as you watched the way his eyes fluttered close, following suit and in no time you felt his soft plump lips molding with yours as if it was completely natural, like you had done this a million times before but you hadn't and your heart proved that, racing and pounding out of your chest like crazy. You got kind of self-conscious that you were just sitting there stunned, so you let yourself relax as best as you can, enjoying the sensation of the soft, slow, and purposeful movement of his lips on yours, it felt like paradise, better than any daydreaming you could've conjured up in your head.

When he pulled away a little he noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed, displeased from his withdrawal, chasing his lips and initiating the kissing this time, gaining some confidence which only spurred him on more.

You could've spent hours like this, attached to him, with your legs either side of his lap, your hands gripping his arms and your lips meshed with his, hearing delicious sighs leave his mouth.

"Keep going.." you spoke, breathy and feverish.

His eyes were lidded once they opened again to look at you properly, one of his hands at your hips, squeezing subtly, "Are you sure?" he spoke faintly under his breath, watching you nod and feeling your fingers drag through his hair encouragingly, "I like it, I really like it." you whispered, lips claiming his once more.

You felt greedy, swallowing up every piece of affection he gave you but you couldn't help it, he was making you giddy, your intense yearning having felt like it had led up to this.

"Mmh.." you whimpered under a broken breath, feeling him trail his velvety lips down towards your jawline, your eyes squeezing shut in concentration, not wanting to make any further embarrassing noises- didn't wanna disturb his wandering kisses.

"Can I touch you more?" he muffled in between pecking and leaving open-mouthed kisses that were trailing towards your neck.

"Please.. a-ah, please do." you ignored the way your whole body was burning up, gripping his shaggy hair in between your fingers and tilting your neck to the side.

Next, you felt his hands lifting up his shirt you were wearing and you couldn't help the whine that slipped from your lips, he was so very warm, hands laying rest on your bare waist, rubbing soft circles on the skin with his thumb as his kisses strayed more and more from innocent, feeling his tongue flick against a certain part of your neck that had you jolting in his lap.

Eddie thought you were the closest thing he could get to any sort of heaven, the cute little mewls you let out, the way he could feel the goosebumps under his fingertips, and oh god, you smelt so good he thought he would've gone crazed.

But, he kept his composure, wouldn't let himself do anything that wasn't complete concentration, and care for you, even if his jeans felt tight, denim fabric biting at his skin, he just wanted to draw every little pleasant sound and quiver out of you.

"More, more please." you hushed out against the top of his head and he was so overjoyed, you were being so vocal and every little please had him suppressing the urge to drop everything then and there and completely indulge, no, he wouldn't do that, he had all the time in the world and this was just the start.

You felt your hips lifting a little and you fluttered your eyes open, feeling reassured once you felt your back hit his bed and Eddie leaning over you, leaning in and dragging his thumb along your bottom lip, “You’re so beautiful, all mine now hmm? Never letting you outta my sight.” he smirked, tongue poking out of his mouth.

“This okay?” he asked, moving your legs open so he could kneel in between them and you felt the cold air biting at your bare skin, the thought of being so close to him, only your white undies and his Hellfire shirt preserving you from being completely exposed.

“Mhm, it’s okay.” you breathed out, hands taking a hold of his and squeezing, you would’ve told him by now that this was all okay, that he didn’t need to keep asking but you just found it so sweet and endearing, wanting to keep giving him sweet affirmations.

Once he was settled in between your legs he had leaned further down and your arms found place comfortingly around his shoulders, pressing delicate kisses into his neck before he tilted your chin up to catch your attention, “We can go slow, nothing all at once,” he assured you, licking his swollen-kissed lips, “can I play with you tonight? i’ll make you feel so amazing.” he promised and you felt the way his fingertips danced along your outer thigh enticingly.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat, your eyes wide but soft, looking at him with so much trust, you nodded, leaning back in against his neck, “I’d love that Eddie.” you faintly spoke.

Eddie was smug, enjoying every little second with his full attention span on you, mind clouded with only you so when he watched your hands find purchase at the bottom of his Hellfire shirt you were wearing, his breath hitched, your stomach and white panties coming in to view and you were so much more than a dream in your boyfriend's eyes.

“This okay? M-maybe we can leave the shirt mostly on for today if that’s okay?” you asked hesitantly but watched him nod.

“Whatever you want baby, it’s okay.” he placed soft kisses at your lips, fingers soothing along your stomach and watching the way you quivered in surprise, “Tickles.” you giggled, legs kicking a little and he grinned, cute, he thought.

“Sorry.” he scrunched his nose up adorably before repositioning himself until his head was above where it felt warm the most and you took a deep unsteady breath, “Ah, sorry.. you just look really good down there.” you blurted out, hearing Eddie chuckle as his hands found purchase at your thighs, softly pressing his thumb into the skin whilst he started littering open mouth, wet kisses on the other.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to slow down or stop, m’kay?” he mumbled against your skin, more like a demand than a question though he briefly glanced up at you to see you nod in agreement.

You were squirming a little already underneath his wet hot mouth, his hand coming up to rest at your lower abdomen to ease you and it helped but oh gosh did it make things feel ten times more intense.

“It’s okay, I got you, baby, I got you.” he kissed upward your thigh before leaning up a little and tucking his fingers under either side of your panties, pulling them down and embarrassingly you clenched your thighs together when you felt a string of wetness attached to the fabric.

“Sorry.” you bit at your lip before relaxing, his soft milk chocolate eyes easing you.

“Shh, i’m about to eat you out and you’re apologizing for being turned on by it?” he chuckles before ducking his head against your thigh, “You’re so cute.” he hummed.

“Can’t help it..” you complained, hearing him hum again, in acknowledgment.

“Let me take care of it princess.” he spoke gently, voice dripping with desire and you would’ve curled up into a ball and screamed at how attractive he was if he wasn’t in between your legs right now.

You relaxed again and let him throw your underwear over his shoulder, laying forgotten about amongst many other thinks in his room. You didn’t even get a chance to think because you felt his thumb swipe against your sensitive clit, legs trembling under him and you heard him giggle.

Eddie Munson was going to be the death of you.

His kisses got closer and closer to where you needed him most and it had your voice strained, desperate, hearing your sweet whimpers pick up in your throat, just cooing tauntingly at you.

But when he finally licked up from your slit to your bundle of nerves you could’ve cried right then and there, his tongue flattened against you, and this time your hands flew into his hair, grasping desperately, “O-oh— nghh, Eddie.” you gasped out.

He glanced up at you through lidded eyes and you couldn’t hold his gaze for too long, the way his tongue was licking up into you and twisting and flicking around you had your eyes rolling back and it hadn’t even been that long, the sight was pure filth, the most delicious and intoxicating kind.

Eddie could spend all day like this, in between your shaky thighs, tongue lapping up everything your delicious cunt gave him like he was a starved man, but he just wanted you to feel your best and he wanted you to know he was the one doing that for you, making you tick, squeal and shake with just a few movements of his tongue.

Eddie had you feeling completely euphoric, his hands manoeuvring your thighs up onto his shoulders, squeezing and gently pinching the soft skin.

His tongue got messier and messier and he shook his head in between your thighs, lips wrapped around your clit and suckling, exaggerating every little lewd sound his tongue made against you and it had you feeling in felicity, countless broken hiccups, moans, and chants of his name falling from your lips, drool seeping past the corner of your mouth.

“Think I’m— uh! Eddie— oh my god, close, m’ so close.” you shrilled out and Eddie didn’t take a breath, keeping his tongue and lips attached sloppily to your clit as he bought his hand up, fingertip swiping a mixture of your juices and his salvia up and down your slit before slowing pushing a finger in inch by inch.

You could feel the tip of his nose pressing against your skin as he attentively licked and suck at your clit, his finger alone being enough to feel like you could burst any second, and when he added a second, curling them up against that mushy spot inside you, you sobbed out, thighs squeezing your his head and back arching off the bed.

“Ah! Eddie, nghh! c-cumming.” you gasped out breathlessly, feeling the way his tongue lapped you up until you got too sore and sensitive, whining at the discomfort.

You breathed out, chest rising and falling as you laid there with your thighs trembling as Eddie pushed up, off of your burning heat and pressing soft and gentle kisses to your neck to which you giggled at, finding the gesture sweet.

“That was so fucking hot, you have no idea.” he rasped against your neck and you looked down at him through tired eyes, leaning in and pressing your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Eddie laid there with you, noticing all the days— and nights excitement had caught up on you quick and your eyes were closing and your head nestling at his chest for comfort. He stayed, kissing the top of your head and letting you rest for the night since you both had classes in the morning.

Though, that didn’t bother Eddie himself and he had a rather— big, problem to sort, to himself, in the bathroom.

Slipping out of the bed careful as to not disturb you, remembering he had thrown your panties to the floor so he didn't miss an opportunity to pick them back up on the way to the bathroom, closing the door behind himself, sitting himself down after pushing his pants and briefs halfway down his thighs, cock still burning red and the prettiest pearl of precum at his flushed tip as he wrapped one leg of your panties in between his fingers and the other around his cock.

His hand was heavy and sluggish, taking a strong grip at the base of himself and stroking as he leaned back, your moans and the sweet taste of you bouncing around in his head and at the tip of his tongue, which helped greatly with getting himself off, plus the feeling of the fabric brushing up against his cock was doing wonders.

If you would’ve seen him like that you would’ve dropped to your knees, absolutely folded in front of him, he looked gorgeous with his loose hair strands sticking to his face and his blissed-out glassy eyes desperate for some relief.

“A-ah— Y/N, oh baby.” he hissed through his teeth as his stroking picked up and he would’ve thought it to be a little embarrassing feeling so quick to blow his load already but seeing you like that had his mind all jumbled and cock begging to be touched, till he was drained.

He lost it, desperately bucking his hips up into his hand and strips of pearly white cum landing all over his stomach, the pretty sticky substances dripping down his tummy.

Eddie cursed out as he caught his breath, grabbing a towel and cleaning himself up, kicking off his pants, and opting for just a clean pair of briefs, stuffing your panties into his underwear draw.

Once his situation had been sorted he wandered back towards the bed, happy to see you still off in dreamland peacefully and he didn’t waste any time in joining you, pulling you against him until your back was flush with his chest, kissing upwards along your arm until he landed a firm kiss to your cheek, “G’night sweetheart.”

You woke up the next morning when you heard ruffling around, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and watching Eddie pushing up his pants as he kicked his foot around the floor to find his keys, picking them up and stuffing them in his pocket.

"Eddie." you called out, voice laced with sleep and his head whipped round, eyes softening at the sight of you awake,

"Hi, sweetheart," he cooed before laughing-- nervously, "don't wanna alarm you but we might have like— hmm, 10 minutes to get to first class?"

You jumped up, "Eddie!" you yelled this time, tone not so soft as you rushed around to pick up something, anything decent enough to wear, throwing on one of his shirts and your skirt you picked out for the date last night.

"M' sorry, god, you just looked so cute and peaceful, it would've been cruel to wake you but I was going to.. eventually." he winced, rubbing his arm.

"It's okay, let's just go hmm?" you reassured him, not wanting to waste any more time just to get scolded by Mr. Thomas in the early morning.

You both hastily rushed out of the door, jumping in the passenger seat and groaning at your frazzled appearance in the mirror, "Ew." you grumbled and Eddie frowned,

"Don't say that about my girlfriend." he scolded playfully, squeezing your thigh before pulling out of the trailer park and going the usual direction to school.

Memories of your date and more risky activities had flooded back to your mind, knowing you would've been away with the fairy's daydreaming about it all day it class and you were kind of excited.

This feeling was so new, yeah you've liked Eddie for a long time but you never had him like this. It felt like you had gotten swept off your feet, dancing on clouds and starring in your very own romance movie, everything was so serene.

When you got pulled out of your thoughts, seeing Hawkin's High in front of you, of course, it was a bummer but turning to see Eddie with a sweet grin on his face, leaning in for a kiss you reciprocated, made everything worth it, you got to do everything and anything ten times over with who your heart had been longing for.

"Have a good first-class okay angel? I'll see you at lunch, maybe even sneak by your class at second period." he smirked, watching you playfully roll your eyes as you hopped out of the car and gave him a sweet wave as you parted ways.

Luckily you were on time despite Eddie's shenanigans and also first class normally didn't drag on for too long, which was good because you weren't fond of Maths— wait, you had Maths first and Lori would be there, like usual.

You didn't even think about that until you were walking up the stairs to the classroom but you just breathed, relaxing and chanting reassuring words in your head, you didn't have to be a messenger anymore, besides they didn't even know anything and they probably wouldn't find out unless they actually cared to do some digging.

You walked with your head down until you got to your table, settling yourself on the uncomfortable chairs and grabbing out any supplies you needed.

But it wasn't that easy, never was.

"Oh my goodness, Y/N!" you heard her grating voice, violating your eardrums but you forced a smile, nodding her way.

"You should've come to that party the other night, your friend is crazy." she cackled, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, she was adamantly against talking to you in public, and now all this?

"He's a little weird y'know, sensitive too," she rolled her eyes before continuing, "but it's all good fun-"

"Lori, it's okay, I don't need to know." you cut her off, watching any previous emotion drain from her face, hearing a scoffed laughter.

"Well!" she huffed, "I just thought you would've like to know what he said." she dramatically flung her hands up defensively, "Sorry for trying to help a girlfriend out." she murmered.

"What? What are you even talking about.." you sighed, Lori's energy and back and forth draining you already.

"Oh no.. it's a lot, I don't wanna upset you— I just, y'know, we gotta look out for each other, some of these guys are heartless." she jutted her bottom lip out, looking genuinely worried which made your stomach churn.

"What did he say Lori? you're scaring me." you spoke quietly.

"We were just talking, about school, graduating, and friends and I let him open up, he seemed like he needed to talk so I let him but, it got weird," she sighed, clutching her hand to her chest, "He told me he couldn't see any of his friends in his future, that they were all just hopeless and pathetic, that they'd be stuck in Hawkins forever." she shook her head, recalling the event, "So I bought you up," she shrugged, "because I thought the both of you were close but he just started complaining, going on this wacky rant about how insufferable, clingy and dependent you are on him- I mean isn't that crazy?!" she gasped, "Who says that about their best friend? What a dick! I even decided to kick him out of the party eventually, sending his ass home not even a little past midnight." she snickered before softening her expression once again.

She reached out, grabbing a hold of your hand and squeezing, "I know what it's like to be pushed aside and stepped all over, treated like shit for doing everything you can, it's awful, I'm so sorry." she frowned.

You ripped your hands from Lori's, abruptly storming away from your desk, chair knocking over in the midst of it all. You just needed to go, get away, anywhere but here, this building, these people.

Your stomach bubbled with anxiety and you felt like you couldn't breathe, eyes stinging with tears as you stumbled towards the bathroom in a complete panic.

Why would he do this..

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talking in your sleep - steve harrington

pairing: steve harrington x best friend!reader

synopsis: you accidentally confess your feelings to steve during movie night—while being asleep.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: swearing, making out, slightly suggestive

“Steve, I really don’t get why you brought a scary movie if you know you can’t take them.”

“Wrong, I can take them,” he scoffed. “Plus, you like them. There has to be a balance in this friendship.”

You snorted as you looked down to where his fingers curled around your duvet. “You’re gonna make a hole in my fuckin’ blanket from how tight you’re holding onto it.”

Steve’s grip loosened as he huffed quietly, dipping his hand into the bowl of chips and shoving some into his mouth. “Not true at all.”

Movie nights at your house had become tradition ever since he started working at Family Video; he’d bring a movie or two over every Friday, but rarely ever was it a horror film—mostly because he knew you’d tease the hell out of him every time he jumped or let out a little yelp, but sometimes he caved in for your viewing pleasure.

“It’s okay to admit it, Harrington,” you teased. “I’ll always protect you.”

“You’re annoying, you know that? And last time I checked, I was the one who saved your ass from a Demodog.”

“Demodog this, Demodog that, it doesn’t matter. I’m the only one who can protect you from—wait, what’s his name again?”

“Leatherface,” he replied dryly.

“Yeah, him. See, that's why you couldn’t pay me to go to Texas.”

He grumbled something under his breath but you just laughed in response, popping a Dorito into your mouth as a blood-curdling scream came from the TV and rang throughout the dark room. It barely got a reaction out of you, but Steve had jumped and let out a string of curses directed at the blonde behind the screen.

“Y’know Stevie, sometimes you sound like that,” you mumbled through a mouthful of cheesy chips. “I think you’d do well with the horror chicks.”

“Yeah, well sometimes I think you like making me mad on purpose,” he began, wrapping an arm around your neck until his bicep and forearm squeezed it softly.

You began clawing at his arm dramatically, taking in exaggerated breaths. “Harrington, you’re gonna kill me!” you exclaimed.

His arm loosened but he let it hang, still holding you close as his hand came down to rest near your chest. “Good, I’ll never have to watch another scary movie again,” he grumbled.

You couldn’t think of a comeback as you peered down at his hand, the contact making you go quiet. The ticking of his watch was much more audible when up close, and his usually kempt hair was slightly mussed from moving around in the bed, but he still looked so good. Being this close to Steve had never been a problem either, but nowadays you could feel your heartbeat quicken with every small detail on him that you were able to notice.

You went back to watching the movie instead of him, clearing your throat softly as he started to move the loose material of your t-shirt—or maybe it was Steve’s, you couldn’t remember—between his thumb and pointer finger. After a few more minutes your eyes began to feel heavy, drowsiness washing over you as your cheek slowly pressed into his side.

“Finish without me,” you murmured, bringing the blanket up to your shoulders.

Steve didn’t have any time to protest, a quiet ‘shit’ leaving his mouth when he saw your eyes shut and face relax as sleep overtook your body. He reached for the remote on the bedside table and lowered the volume, anticipating more ungodly screams that would likely wake you up.

A funny feeling ran through his body at the sight of you pressed against him, your lips parted and an arm curled against his stomach beneath the blanket. The glow of the TV illuminated your face, eyelashes casting shadows on the tops of your cheeks. These moments of silence (as silent as it could get with a scary movie playing) were rare, incessant bickering and laughing all he could hear when he thought about you.

The moment was cut short when the unmistakable mumble of his name came tumbling out of your lips. He stared down at you, eyebrows furrowed together as he called your name to try and get a response out of you. Steve was used to you talking in your sleep during sleepovers, but it was usually incoherent nonsense about whatever movie you had watched earlier in the night. He moved to fully lay you on the bed, resting his weight on his palm while he waited with bated breath for you to say something again.

A few seconds passed and you nestled yourself deeper into the bed, voice muffled as you spoke into the pillow. “Really like you.”

“You’re kidding.” His voice came out a whisper, eyes widened as he shook your shoulder softly.

After no reaction from you, he reached over to turn the lamp on, a warm glow flooding the bed. The sudden light made you squint, body stirring beneath the blankets and burrowing yourself further into them.

“You never stop talking but now you do? You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled.

You swatted at his body, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m trying to sleep, Steve. Please shut up.”

“No c’mon, sit up.”

You complied reluctantly, eyes low as you sat against the headboard, tucking your legs beneath you. He tried to hide the smile that crept onto his lips at the sight of you; disheveled hair, a yawn pulling your mouth open, and a wrinkled t-shirt that was—yeah, his.

“Stop staring and tell me what’s so important that you had to wake me up, Harrington.”

Steve scooted closer, his thigh brushing against yours as he cleared his throat. “You were uh, talking in your sleep again.”

“Seriously? I do that every movie night.” You crossed your arms, scowling at his reason for waking you up.

“No I know,” he said defensively, “but you said my name this time.”

He watched as your eyes widened, the glower you had fading away into an expression of surprise.

“What did I, uh, say?”

“I mean, it was kinda… this is gonna sound dumb, okay—”

“Spit it out!”

“You said you really like me?” Steve hadn't meant for it to sound like a question, as if you’d really know what you were saying while unconscious.

“Does it… sound dumb?” you asked softly. “The idea, I mean.”

“Well you’re my… my best friend. I don’t think it’s that far off, right?”

“Yeah it’s not, I think.” You let out a nervous laugh, picking at the hem of the sleeping shorts you wore. After a short pause, you spoke. “I actually do like you, Harrington.”

He nodded and rolled his lips, trying to conceal a smile. “Just for the record, I like you too. I think.”

“Oh, you think.”

“No, no, I’m sure. But can I… double check?” he asked cheekily.

You rolled your eyes but nodded nonetheless, heartbeat pounding against your chest as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek.

His lips felt soft when he pressed them against yours, the smell of his shampoo and cedarwood cologne flooding the air around you as he pulled you closer. Raising yourself onto your knees, you pushed him back with your body, his hands coming down to steady your hips.

Steve let himself fall back, a soft groan disappearing against your lips as he hit the sheets. His hands tugged you closer, gripping your t-shirt the same way he gripped your duvet earlier in the night. He pulled away and trailed kisses down the side of your mouth to your neck, his rosy lips soft and wet against your burning skin.

You let out a soft laugh when you felt his eyelashes bat against your skin as he blinked, the ticklish feeling a funny contrast to the fire that swirled in your stomach.

When Steve finally separated his lips from your skin he stared up at you with an impish grin, but his eyes held an enamored look that caused a wave of heat to crawl up your neck. His hands ran up and down your body, fingers softly pulling at the waistband of your shorts.

“Excited to announce I’m very convinced, and I’d love to do that again.”

“Oh, again? Have you no self control?”

“Mhm, none at all. I also couldn’t help but notice you’re wearing my shirt,” he noted, “mind if I take it off?”

“You’re sick, Harrington!”

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Bite the Hand / Phillip Graves

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summary as frost continues to train, her views towards lycanthropy shift. and graves steps in to help her train

werewolf!au / pairing phillip graves x female!reader / callsign frost / wc 1671 / warnings swearing, mentions of alcohol and blood

notes good god, i struggled to write this chapter. so, hopefully, it's not a doozy for ya'll. i tried, i did. the next two chapters are going to be where it's at. the taglist is still open

Coming out in a jagged spray, the water beat against her skin like ice, hard and cold, shivering under it. She worked her hands over the sore, tight muscles, scrubbing clean the grime and dirt from her training. Like a plug had been pulled, she was drained, aching, and exhausted. It felt like basic training all over again. Her tailbone throbbed, her cuticles were a mess, and she felt like a wreck. The Shadow Company was making sure that she was efficient, shifting fluidly, honing her senses that she’d neglected over the years. Lerch wanted to make her into a well-oiled machine.

Eventually, she turned off the water, drying her skin to the bone and trying to ignore the outside noises, the howling and screeching. It was a full moon, and most of the Shadow Company were out in the woods, hunting, running, trying to dispel the antsy feeling that settled over her kind on nights like those. And even though Vance had invited her to join him and the others, she’d declined. Frost needed to rest, even her body seemed to pulse with energy, an itch to shift she couldn’t scratch away. An instinct she couldn’t ebb away, even if her father had raised her to do so.

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To say her teammates looked like shit would’ve been an understatement. Vance laid his head against the plywood desk, attempting to catch up on lost sleep, and Erikson had resorted to caffeine pills as Lerch barked at them to work as usual. Frost felt pity along with amusement towards them and Dipaolo, wherever he was. A moon hangover was the term she’d heard before, and watching the two now, she considered it painfully accurate.

“My head’s fucking killing me,” Vance complained loudly the second Frost gave him attention and asked about his night. “I can't even think straight. All I remember is fighting a bear.

“You didn’t fight a bear, Vance. You’re so dramatic.” Erikson groaned, rubbing his forehead. “The most you did was chase a squirrel.”

“I did more than that!”

Frost shook her head, rolling her eyes at Vance’s behavior; she'd come to learn that he tended to exaggerate about most things. “There’s no point in lying, Vance. No need to be ashamed, I’m sure the squirrel put up quite the fight.” She laughed in response to him, leaning back in her office chair.

“Piss off, Frost!” He scowled, annoyed by Erikson and her laughing at him as the door opened and Dipaolo dragged himself into the room, a large bruise swelling on his face. He blinked, his eyes still adjusting to the harsh fluorescent lights as he turned to Frost.

“Commander wants to see you in his office,” Diapolo told her, rubbing his eyes. Her focus sharpened, wondering what she’d done to warrant a visit to Graves’ office. Since Frost had arrived and he’d introduced her to Lerch, they’d only spoken to each other in passing.

“Did he tell you why?” Frost asked, hoping she hadn’t managed to end up in trouble with the man.

“No, he didn’t.” Dipaolo groaned, settling down in his swivel chair. “And before you say even ask Frost– I don’t want to talk about how I got this bruise.”

“Wasn’t going to ask.” She assured him, getting up from her chair and moving to the door. Racking her brain, she couldn’t think of a reason that would’ve caused Graves to be mad at her. But her commander was unpredictable, and Frost decided to prepare herself for the worst like she used to do in the Marines when her commanding officer asked for her.

Reaching his office, she knocked and a muffled reply told her to come in. From behind a mountain of papers, Graves looked up at her, a crinkle near his eyes as he smiled. “There you are, take a seat.”

“Am I in trouble?” Frost quickly asked, settling in the faux leather chair that sat in front of his desk. He laughed at her question, moving the papers aside to look at her and survey the subtle changes in her features from all the shifting she’d done.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to speak to you about your training and hear about it from you personally. Lerch’s reports have been nothing short of impressive, he said you’ve been adjusting accordingly.” Graves admitted, bringing his hands together, and flexing the knuckles. “So?”

“It’s been fine,” Frost replied plainly, the toe of her boot lightly taping against the wooden floor.

“I thought we’d moved past the stiffness, Frost. We’re a pack, remember?” Frost sighed, knowing Graves would weed the truth out of her, not stopping his questioning until he was satisfied. “Come on now, don’t be shy. If Lerch is doing somethin’ wrong, you can tell me.” “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it? You gotta give me some sense of what’s going on, Frost. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” He reminded her, unfolding his hands and running one along the sculpt of his jaw.

“The training as Lerch has told you, it’s been fine. I can see, smell, and hear better than before. Shifting and its pain is manageable for me now, but I feel like nothing’s changed for me. I don’t know, I guess I expected myself to feel a little more whole now that I don’t resent what I am anymore. But something still feels wrong to me.” Graves nods along as she speaks, listening intently to her problems like they were his own. So caring and attentive towards his men, he was the idealized version of a pack leader.

“You been hunting recently?” He asked, still pondering what she said.

“I don’t hunt,” Frost mumbled, causing Graves to cock an eyebrow at her. “No one ever taught me how to.”

“Well, that might be some of your problem, Frost.” He chuckles, standing from his chair. “You’re depriving yourself of the necessary proteins to keep yourself sustained, and I’ve found that a good hunt always eases my mind.”

“If it’s so important, sir, I’ll just ask Erikson or one of the others to teach me.” She promises him, watching as he moves to the door.

“Frost, I’ve neglected to help with your training. It’s my job as your commander and pack leader to ensure you’re being taken care of. And knowing that you can’t hunt game, that’s my responsibility to fix.” Graves insists, motioning for her to get up and follow him. “I prefer to hunt at night, but we can’t be wasting time.”

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Soon, hunting would become a thrill for Frost, Graves would take her out in the evening and set her loose, teaching her all he knew about hunting. In time, it became second nature, along with communicating with him while they were phased, learning the language throughout their hunts. And when she wasn’t going after game meat, they’d run. Running until Graves begged her to stop because she was easily faster than him.

“Like a fucking gazelle.” He muttered, leaning against a tree, swallowing the water from his canteen fast. Frost laughed from where she sat on top of the underbrush. "Goddamn, woman."

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She asked, unscrewing the lid, knowing she could’ve gone another mile out.

“Yeah, but I’m not as young as you. Can’t keep up with you. I mean? Where do you get all the damn energy?” Graves asked, turning to look at her as he continued to breathe hard.

“I don’t know, I just have it.” Frost stretched out her legs, observing how lean they’d become in the few weeks.

“Your father wasn’t a chaser, was he?”

His question settles in her stomach bitterly. She’d only mentioned her father in the past when answering questions about her lycanthropy lineage. The man had been bitten and passed his resentment and rage towards it down to her. Phasing received punishment, and nights out in the cold. Years later, she could still remember the sting of his hand.

“I can't tell you, I only saw him phase once before I left home.” The memory was ingrained in her head like a repeating nightmare, the loud scrapping of teeth and claws, rancid whiskey in his breath, eyes on fire, and her body in pain. "I learned quickly it was better not to speak to him about it."

Graves nodded, he’d assumed the man was neglectful towards Frost seeing the relationship she’d had towards werewolves before he came into her life. But it still rubbed him wrong, especially when Graves thought of his upbringing.

“My father wasn’t exactly a loving man, there was a lot he did wrong when it came to me and my brothers. But what he did do right, was instill pride in us about being werewolves, and I’ll forever be grateful for that. Because I see those like you or Vance whose parents shamed you for your birthright, and it makes me see red. You deserved better than that as a child.” Graves said, looking up through the pine trees at the twilight sky, the shades of orange, purple, and blue.

“You know, I don’t think I ever thanked you for giving me this chance.” Frost pointed out, looking up at him.

“Thanking me? I’m the one who got one hell of a soldier under my wing.” He told her, sitting down next to her, brushing fallen pine needles aside. "I'm grateful you took a chance on me and the Shadow Company."

"Well, you were a very convincing salesmen." She looked over at him, offering him a small smile, his eyes crinkle as he smiled back. There was a warm understanding between them, a mixture of scent and white noise of the forest as they observed each other in silence.

Finally, Graves spoke, his voice clear in her ears. "Well, I tried my best to get the best."

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There's Such a Sad Love (Deep in Your Eyes) - Chap 3

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Eddie’s gonna kill him.

Not even exaggerating, he’s gonna kill Steve dead.

How hard is it to wake the fuck up? His dumb flat phone has been ringing for the last three hours!

…Okay, fine.. Eddie doesn’t know exactly how long it’s been ringing, but when you’re used to head-achingly constant quiet, any interruption becomes a nuisance immediately.

“Hello?”

“Fucking finally.” Eddie grumbles when Steve finally stirs enough to answer the phone.

“I’m sorry?” Steve says to the person on the other end of the line.

“I forgive you.” he grouses.

“No, no, I got that, but you were supposed to be here tomorrow, not today!” he struggles off the sagging air mattress and into his jeans, not even bothering to button them.

“Shit, shit, okay, yep, I’ll be here, I’ll—” His voice gets louder “Yes! Deliver! I’ll be here! Alright, bye.” 

He tosses the phone onto the sagging mattress and scrubs his face with his palms, mumbling “Stupid fucking phone signal..”

Eddie follows Steve out the bedroom door and down the stairs into the kitchen.

He smiles to himself when Steve stops in the doorway; He’d worked all night to get the damn cabinets open again.

“Good morning, Mr. Ghost… Ms. Ghost? Ghost Friend.” is what he finally lands on, unfreezing from the doorway and grabbing a can of something from the fridge.

Eddie breezes past him a bit too close, just barely brushing against him. Steve shudders against the chill. “I’m not sure if that’s a ‘Hello’ or a ‘Get the fuck out of here’.”

In response, Eddie pushes the sleep-mussed fringe of his bangs back off his forehead.

Steve smiles. “Hello...” Then he seems to remember something, “Oh, hey, the delivery guys are coming with my stuff soon.” He pauses a moment, “I’m guessing you’re gonna try something, but can you please not cause any injuries at least? I don’t want any more ghost-y roommates.”

“Aw man, but I do!” Eddie groans.

Steve tilts his head to listen to the quiet of the house for a few seconds, then calls out again. “Can you make some sort of noise so I know you aren’t gonna kill anyone?”

Eddie rolls his nonexistent eyes, “Sure, handsome, anything for you,” and knocks his knuckles on the open cabinet door beside Steve’s head.

Steve startles at the noise, “Jesus fuck! I’d also like to not die today, thanks.” he says, adding on a grumbled “Give me a damn heart attack, why don’tcha..” as he starts back toward the front of the house.

A laugh escapes him and Steve falters, stopping a couple steps away and turning back toward the kitchen.

If his word meant anything, he’d swear that Steve looks right at him.

His laughter stutters to a stop, and Steve shakes his head minutely as if to shake off a thought.

‘Did he hear me laughing?’

“....No, he couldn’t have, it’s way too early..” Eddie answers himself.

He watches until Steve’s out of sight, then floats through the hallway wall and into the closet under the stairs.

It’s one of Eddie’s favorite places in the house; small and quiet, and the place he feels most..solid (the most real?)..no matter what time of year it is. It gives him time to breathe, ironically, and no matter how untethered he might feel after Halloween, he feels like himself again here.

He’s done some long, complicated ciphering about why over the years, and he thinks the stairs and closet are positioned right over where his bedroom used to be in his and Wayne's trailer. He can get his thoughts together here, can think the clearest.

There's some commotion from outside his closet, so Eddie pops his head through the door to watch Steve and the moving company travel back and forth between the front door and the rest of the house.

Looks like he was in the closet longer than he thought (There’s definitely a gay joke here somewhere, Eddie thinks to himself), the hired team of movers are here and already carting in boxes and pieces of furniture.

Steve is helping the movers for some reason, carrying boxes further into the house, and Eddie finds his way back to the man’s side without even thinking about it.

Suddenly, Steve yells, “Nope! I have to do some work on the place, so everything but the bedframe and mattress can go in here!” in response to some question Eddie hadn’t heard. “The master is up the stairs, last door on the right. That one big dresser with the mirror can go there, too.”

“Hope you have some help lined up after they leave, pretty boy. You know I can’t help you.”

“I think I do, actually. Some kids already asked to help with the house anyway, so.”

“...What?”

“What?” one of the movers echoes.

Steve sets down the box he was carrying (‘clothes’ according to the large marker letters on one side) and turns back to the mover, confused. “I’ll have help to move it all again after I’m done with the remodels.”

“That’s..great man, good for you.” he says, equally confused.

Eddie’s frozen. “Okay, what the fuck.”

Steve can’t help but help the movers; he carries in some of the unimportant boxes, and grabs up the important ones he’d labeled when he packed up everything. Which was also something he couldn’t help but do even though the company he hired would pack and unpack his things as part of the cost anyway.

One of the five man team asks him about putting his furniture in their respective rooms, at least.

“Nope! I have to do some work on the place, so everything but the bedframe and mattress can go in here!” he calls back, carrying the couple of boxes of clothes in his arms into the foyer to the right of the front door, “The master is up the stairs, last door on the right. That one big dresser with the mirror can go there, too.” he calls over his shoulder

“Hope you have some help lined up after they leave, pretty boy. You know I can’t hel...”

Steve huffs in irritation, why are they trying to talk to him while walking away? “I think I do, actually. Some kids already asked to help with the house anyway, so.” he calls back to where the voice seemed to be retreating to.

“What?” the mover asks, sounding closer again.

Steve sets down the box of clothes he carried in, and turns back to the man who’s looking at him like he’s grown another head. “I’ll have help to move it all again after I’m done with the remodels.”

“That’s..great man, good for you.”

“You’re the one who asked..” Steve grumbles to himself when the guy walks back out to the truck.

There’s not much in the moving truck, so while the team is bringing in the larger pieces, he borrows one of them to help him empty his little trailer so he can take it back that afternoon.

The crew is done within the hour, and Steve sees them off, following them down the drive and turning to head into town. He stops in at the deli across from Melvald’s for lunch, and heads into the one internet provider’s office in town to set up his services (which was as easy as flipping the proverbial switch to turn them on, very nice), then heads to the hardware store because of course there wasn’t already a washer and dryer in the house.

Getting delivery scheduled for his new washer and dryer ends up taking forever, and it’s already late afternoon by time he’s done, so Steve heads back out to the big box store for groceries, heads home to eat Joyce's leftovers, showers, puts some sheets on his bed, then (finally) calls Robin..

“Finally got interwebs hooked up?” her forehead says in lieu of a ‘Hello?’ (that’s the only thing he can see on his screen at the moment).

“Yep, didn’t take too long, luckily, and good news for me: apparently the people who built this place decided to put in fiber cords? Which is really good I guess?” he says, flopping down onto his mattress on his stomach.

“Uh, yeah, that’s real good Dingus; Fiber is still one of the better things for internet connections, so congrats! You lucked out.”

“Then the guy at the hardware store took forever to schedule my laundry shit to be delivered, so I’m out a washer and dryer until next week. Yay.” he deadpans to her forehead (still the only thing he can see).

“But you’re settled in better now, right? At least now you can get started on that DIY board you’ve been hoarding onto since you first saw the place.”

“That's true, that’s true,” he concedes, swapping his video call app out for the one that holds all his inspiration boards, “This place is going to be amazing once I’m done with it.”

“I thought you already thought it was amazing.”

“No, no, it is..it’s just..” he pauses, scrolling down the hundreds of ideas he’d saved for just this moment…all of them not quite right. Even the simplest color palettes he’d liked look drab and boring when he thinks about actually using any of them on the house.

“None of it fits anymore, does it.”

Steve snorts out a laugh, “None! How is that even possible? What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“What indeed..how in the world are you supposed to start changing things if you don’t even know what color paint your ghost roomie likes? What if they start haunting you even more after you paint the dining room sage instead of mustard??”

“Right?! He likes metal music for fucks sake, I can’t paint my whole house red and black or whatever just so he doesn’t haunt the fuck outta me!”

Robin’s silent for a moment, then “Wait, backup. One, how do you know he likes metal music, and two, ‘he’? How do you know it’s a ‘he’?”

“Oh my god! So much has happened, listen,” Steve explains everything to her, shifting onto his back as he does.

He tells her about the kids (“You better take them up on the offer, Dingus, that’s a lot of help.”), the girl Max who said “He likes metal music.”, the way his speaker turned down on its own when he asked ‘Jeeves’ to, the damn acknowledging knock he’d heard when Steve asked the entity not to hurt any of the movers as they brought in all his stuff.. All of it.

“I even heard a laugh, Robin. A goddamn laugh! It’s definitely a ghost.”

“Okay. Yep. That’s it, I’m never coming to visit. Mm-mph. Nope. No way.”

“Oh yeah, and the Hawkins Chief of Police said it might be a murderer!”

“Ah! What?! Steve. Steven. Steeb. You need to move. Pack up all your shit and get the fuck back here.”

He only partially heard her; Now he’s focusing on trying to look up any murders here in Hawkins over the years.

“Are you listening to me, Dingus?”

“Huh–yeah, yeah of course I am.”

“No you’re not, I can see you thinking.” Steve hears her type something into her phone. “The Creel murders, a death by rabid dog, death to cancer…”

“Are you reading the same things I am?”

“...No?”

“Uh huh, sure–ah ha! Listen, listen, listen,” Steve exclaims, sitting up and crossing his legs in the middle of his bed. “‘Hawkins High cheerleader, 18, found deceased at Forest Hills trailer park. Authorities say she was found by a resident of the park along with another body late on the night of the 31st. There is no further information at this time.’.”

“....Holy shit..holy shit..Ah! Okay, I found some more, Halloween, 1986... Uh….” she trails off, mumbling along as she reads. “This one says it’s called the ‘Forest Hills Murder’, and that there was, quote, ‘one suspect, two bodies, and conviction for one count of second degree murder.’.”

“Second degree?”

“Means that it wasn’t planned beforehand.”

Steve hums in understanding, continuing to scroll. “Why are there no names! I want to know who my ghost is, dammit!”

“Maybe…you should go to the library? Does Hawkins have a library? Maybe they’ll have old papers or something.”

“Yeah, it’s basically smack dab in the center of town....Do you think I should go to the library?”

“I think you should go to the library.”

That night, Steve once again dreams of that vast black place. He opens his eyes to it, and instead of being scared like last time, he’s somehow…comforted by it. 

The loud splash of water that comes from his right, however, makes him jump.

“Hi!” the girl with the ponytail says, bouncing to a stop in front of him.

“Uh, hi? I saw you last time, I think…Who are you?”

“I’m Chrissy!” she grins, her smile bright yet slightly crooked.

“Hi Chrissy, I’m Steve, uhm…what the hell is going on? Why are you in my dream?”

“I assume it’s because I died at Forest Hills.” She shrugs, as if it was the most benign news in the world.

Steve blinks at her in the darkness, takes in her uniform– “Oh my god, you’re the cheerleader who died! Are you–are you my ghost?” It’d be a surprise if Chrissy was a metal fan, but who’s he to judge? Maybe Max got the ghosts’ pronouns wrong? 

Chrissy waves him off with a laugh, “Oh, no, I’m not,”

“Wait, are they the one who killed you? I better not be living with a murderer ghost..”

She looks appalled at that, “Absolutely not! Where on earth did you even get that idea?”

“I’ve only read a little bit about the–your case so far, and all it said was that there were two bodies.” Steve scratches at the back of his neck nervously. What kind of protocol is there for talking to a dead girl about her death? “Rumor has it that the second one was the person who killed you. That your boyfriend killed him right after…?”

The cheerleader is silent, gazing at him sadly. 

“His name is Eddie.”

There’s a pull in Steve’s gut at the name. 

“Who’s name, your murderer? Your boyfriend?” She’s fading into the darkness that surrounds them, and Steve knows he must be waking up. “Please, tell me!”

Chrissy’s mouth moves, but Steve’s already falling out of his dream.

Groggily, he reaches for his phone, 6:04am. 

He huffs as he flops back against his pillows, but freezes in the next moment.

Out the door to his bedroom from where he’s laying, he can see part way down the hall and the last half of the staircase where it comes up to the second floor.

And what he sees glide up the steps onto the landing out of sight is what freezes him to his spot.

It was barely there, but there nonetheless. A shadow, just dark enough to be seen in the low light of the morning, the dark of it standing out against the pale cream of the wall next to the steps.

His heart hammers in his chest, his brain screaming ‘Holy shit, holy shit, he IS real, oh my god there’s a real life ghost in my house.’ at him (Wait, duh. You already knew this?? You heard the speaker lower on its own, you felt that cold breeze, heard that laugh?? He thinks, his thoughts rambling on without him.) when the shadow reappears, drifting into view in his doorway and it itself freezing under Steve’s gaze.

The shadow is still only just barely visible; not freakishly tall, Steve figures it’s about his own height, actually, and the edges of it flicker and move.

Heart still pounding, Steve speaks, his voice coming out in barely a whisper. “Eddie?”

As soon as the name is out of his mouth, the shadow disappears, looking both like it was swept away by an invisible breeze, and as if it dropped straight into the floor.

“Holy shit!”

After throwing together a whole two pieces of toast for breakfast, and leaving the strips of color he thought to pick up while at the hardware store out for his roommate with a note, Steve takes himself and the name Eddie with him to Hawkins Public Library.

His hopes of scouring old newspapers and records seem at least ten times more likely when he steps over the threshold and immediately feels like sneezing at the smell of the dusty old books around him.

He steps up to the front counter, “Good morning Mrs….” Steve leans in closer to read her name tag; ‘Claudia Henderson - she/her!’ is printed onto the plastic tag in permanent marker and punctuated with a fading yellow smiley face sticker “…Henderson—Henderson? Why does that sound familiar?”

“I’m not sure, hon–”

“HEY MOM!”

They both startle at the sudden yell, turning towards the noise; Dustin, that kid with the cap that had harassed him on his driveway yesterday, is running towards the front counter. 

‘Ah. Henderson.’

Mrs. Henderson tsks at her son, “Dustybuns, this is a library! Use your inside voice.” 

“Where’s th–Steve!”

Steve smiles at the kid, “Hey bud,”

“What’re you doing here?” he questions, then his face brightens exponentially. “Are you looking for stuff about ghosts?”

“Dusty, you know better than to ask that,” she chides, “What people are looking for at the library is no one’s business but their own.”

Dustin, however, chooses to ignore this. “It’s ghosts, isn’t it? Hang on, I know of a couple books that might help you!” 

Both Steve and Claudia attempt to stop him, “Dusty, wait—!”, “No, I’m oka—”, but Dustin’s already disappearing between two tall shelves.

“Damn, he’s quick.”

Claudia sighs, “I’m sorry about him, hon, he just gets super excited about whatever thing he’s fixated on at the moment.”

“It’s alright, Ms. Henderson, I know he means well.” Steve says with a smile.

“Well, let’s get you settled then, you need a library card, I assume?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She gets him set up with a card (‘Harrington? Oh, you must be Patty’s grandson! Oh, I’ve heard so much about you; your gran and I were in the same knitting club, you know.”), then points out an empty table by one of the front windows he can use if he’d like. Where each section is, what their return policy is and about the book reserve program, then finishes with a warm “Let me know if you need any help, Steve dear.”

“Actually, can you tell me where you keep your newspapers?”

She hmms thoughtfully for a moment, “Well, that depends on if you want the actual papers, or if you would like to scroll through them on the microfilm…what are you looking for, exactly?”

“I’m looking for information on the house I just bought? I’ve been told there was a death on the property previously and I wanted to look into it if I could. Library seemed like the best bet.”

“Oh, that’s just terrible! Sure, hon, let's get you set up at one of our machines and you can scroll through whatever year you’re looking for,” she beckons him to follow to another long row of desks. There are a couple other people with name tags like Claudia’s sitting at the computers behind it. “Do you have a timeframe?”

“Mid-80s I think?”

“Let me see what I can find for you,” Claudia nods, sitting down at a large white machine.

She shows him how to operate the clunky device, then disappears through a ‘Staff Only’ door.

Steve’s alone at the machine for five whole seconds before Dustin finds him.

“There you are! Okay, here, these are my favorites on the subject,” he hands him a small stack of books with mostly dark covers, one even has a lenticular image of a fanged skull, “These are a couple that are more fanatical,” two more are added to the pile, “and these two are more scientific in nature.”

He keeps ahold of the last two, stepping to the side to reach for and slide a chair from another machine next to Steve’s. “Are they a poltergeist too?  Are you trying to get rid of them? If so, I’ll need to pull some material on exorcisms too. Do you know why they would be sticking around? We need to figure out what their unfinished business might b—”

“Dustin! Dude!” Steve cuts him off with a laugh, “What happened to “Hey Steve.”, “Didja get unpacked already?”, “How’re your projects coming along, Steve?”...I just got here, my guy, lemme breathe for a second.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “Did you figure out what colors your ghost likes?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “No, not yet. I put some out for him, so we’ll see if he decides to get rid of any.”

Claudia returns then, “Okay, here you are, sweetheart—Dusty! What’d I tell you about bothering Steve!”

“I’m not bothering him!” Dustin complains at the same time Steve says, “It’s been non-stop.”

The kid shoves at Steve’s shoulder, “Dude, shut up!”

He mimes nearly falling off his chair, “Do you see this, Ms. Henderson? I am being harassed in a public library.” he manages to say before breaking out into a grin.

“Shut up, asshole!” Dustin laughs.

“You shut up, buttface.”

“Okay, okay, settle down you two, Now Steve, do you have anywhere we can start? A date?” Claudia asks, loading up the first film in her small stack.

“I have one,” Steve nods, giving Dustin a final playful shove and reaching into his back pocket. “This article I found about the trailer park that used to be there?” He shows her his phone, open to the article from last night.

She scans it, then nods, scrolling on through the first film. “I say we check obituaries first, see if anyone sticks out? Then we can try birth announcements.”

“Would they have had an announcement printed if he was a murderer though?”

She looks at her son curiously.

“What?”

“Dustin is convinced there is a ghost on the property from the death there,” Steve explains as if he doesn’t already believe it himself, “And apparently the stories of the place include a possible murderer.”

“That’s why we need to figure out who it was so we can get him outta Steve’s house!”

“Well…” she gives them both another odd look, “Everybody has someone; this person’s someone may have had them printed as well.”

The first film ends up being the one they needed, for Chrissy at least.

“Here’s your cheerleader, Steve.” Claudia gestures to the machine’s screen. Half the front page of the Hawkins Post from November 1st, 1986 is dedicated to her. 

The crooked smile, the bangs, the ponytail. “That’s her alright. It’s gotta be.”

Dustin squished in from Steve’s left to read the tiny text. “‘Chrissy Cunningham, 18, was found dead early this morning by local 440 chapter president Wayne Munson at his home in the Forest Hills mobile home park.”

“‘Wayne Munson.’, Who’s Wayne Munson?”

“Not sure, but he’s involved somehow. Write that down.”

“‘Police say they have one of two suspects in custody, the other was found dead alongside Ms. Cunningham.’.”

“That’s gotta be the ones, remember? She died and the boyfriend found the guy right after!”

From there, it’s easy to find the information for one Jason Carver.

“Is he the guy?” Dustin squints closer at the small yearbook picture. “Wait, if he’s the boyfriend, then he’s the murderer! Then who’s this other guy…?”

“What about Eddie, is there anything about anyone with that name?” Both Hendersons give Steve curious looks, “I was given that name from…a reliable source.” Very reliable. 

“Why don’t we go back to that Wayne fella,” Claudia says, standing from the machine to move behind a computer nearby. “If it was his trailer she was found in, maybe the other person has something to do with him?”

She clicks into her computer and starts to type at an alarming rate.

Steve glances over to Dustin, who’s wearing a bewildered look. He turns around in his chair, “Thanks for helping with this, Ms. Henderson.”

“Yeah mom, I didn’t know you would be this interested in something like this.”

“Oh pshh,” she scoffs, “Who doesn’t love a good mystery? Now, read off that last name again?”

“Munson, M-U-N-S-O-N.”

“Let’s see…says here that Wayne was President of our Local 440 branch until…oh, 1986.”

“What’s that?” Steve and Dustin ask in tandem.

“The 440 is the local union! Some of those guys come through here twice a month for their book club.”

Steve takes the name to his phone, typing in ‘wayne munson + indiana’. “‘New UA President Elected!’, obituary, oh! There’s a birth here…and it has a paywall.”

Claudia rolls her eyes and mutters a low “Of course,” then louder, “Let's find it here then, what’s the date?”

He gives her the date, a Friday in mid June 1966, and she sets up the corresponding microfilm roll, scrolling into the birth announcements.

“Ah, here it is: ‘Beloved former Miss Indiana and Hawkins native Elizabeth Munson (ne’ Johnson) and husband Albert Munson welcomed a bouncing baby boy to the world this past Saturday. ‘I am just plumb overjoyed,’ Wayne Munson, Al’s older brother and well-known face of Hawkins’ local branch of UA 440 said Saturday evening. Both mother and little Theodore Munson are happy and healthy after their short hospital stay.’. That’s just lovely, I didn’t know Hawkins had a Miss Indiana!” 

“But that’s Theodore though, not Eddie. Did she have any other kids?”

“Uhhh..” Steve draws out, typing ‘elizabeth munson miss indiana’ into his phone. “No, just the one son apparently..” He reads further, “Says she died in 1974 due to ovarian cancer.”

“Damn.”

“Poor Teddy..”

“Teddy?”

“Well sure, short for Theodore?” Claudia tsks sympathetically, “He was so young when she died..”

“Poor kid, I can’t imagine.”

“Wait! Teddy, Eddie!”

“Huh?”

“I dunno, maybe that’s your connection? Theodore to Teddy to Eddie. Maybe Wayne’s nephew is your Eddie?”

It took some more searching, but Dustin was right on the money; Steve finds the first mention of both names in a 1982 Hawkins High yearbook under a black and white picture of five teens in the book’s club section.

“‘Theodore “Eddie” Munson (far left), leader of Hawkins High’s newest club, Hellfire, with fellow sophomores Ronnie Ecker, Jeff Monroe, Frank Zuiwiski, and freshman Gareth Emerson.’.” Steve reads off. “‘The tabletop, pen-and-paper game Dungeons and Dragons (“D&D?” Dustin yells, attempting to pull the book from his hands, making Steve twist around in his chair to avoid him.) is the club’s main focus and is largely math based.’.”

Dustin pulls the yearbook from Steve’s hands as soon as he’s finished reading. “How did I not know Hawkins had a D&D club?!”

“Oh my god, my ghost is a nerd.”

“What the fuck?? What the fuck??”

Eddie had not expected Steve to be awake when he drifted upstairs that morning. Nor did he have any inkling that the man would whisper out a trembling “Eddie?” when he arrived at his door.

It’s only March, how in the hell can Steve even see him?

He sounded so scared too… damn it!  He only just got here and now Eddie’s gone and ruined everything.

Instead of bright sparkling happiness or burning hot rage, a deadening, sinking, cold melancholy seeps into his core. The dreadful feeling sinks him further down into the house, all the way to, and into, the floor of his closet under the stairs.

Eddie stays hidden away while Steve shuffles around that morning and for two mornings after that. He’s aware of the living man’s movements through the creaks of the floorboards and hinges as he goes about his day each day, unpacking boxes and accidentally cutting his finger, shocking himself when he sets up his fancy-ass TV in the master bedroom, listens when he sings along to the Spoofy he’s been playing for Eddie and some of his own modern-sounding songs.

But Eddie doesn't make an appearance.

For three days, he wallows, alone.

Late into the night of the second day, well, early in the morning on the third, technically, the Moon reaches to him, asks him what is wrong.

It’s still dark outside, the sky just beginning to lighten, when he leaves his confines and breezes out onto the back balcony.

He notices belatedly that were are boxes and dropcloths littered around the great room as he passed through it; seems like Steve had been busy.

Again, the moon reaches softly to him, What are you afraid of? her soft hold on him asks, the encouragement bleeding through her glow over him evident.

“My heart may be dead and gone, but that doesn’t mean I want it broken.”

He regrets his words immediately, her amusement at his slip up skitters all along the planks of Steve’s balcony.

“Nononono no, not like that, he doesn’t–I don’t–He just…” why is he trying to lie to her? “Okay, so what if I have a big fat crush on him? ‘Ooh everyone look the lovesick dead guy’,” he mocks. “It’s not like jack shit can happen, so what if I do? It’s only a stupid crush anyway.”

Eddie listens to the sounds of the night as the sky lightens a couple shades more, the Moon’s continued amusement apparent to none but him.

Her jovial mood dies off after a shade or so more, then turns questioning once again, though tired, apparent from her low seat in the sky.

Eddie’s gut twists, “He could see me…Why can he see me already?”

The confusion persists, a new drop of encouragement comes and goes.

“I’m sure I scared him with the…” he gestures to the wispy all of him, “I don’t want to freak him out more…”

She grows exasperated with him; Eddie can picture his late Uncle’s good-natured eye roll and practically hear the fond tongue-click behind her new irritation.

“What? What’d I say?”

The Moon all but bowls him over with one more blast of encouragement before she disappears behind the trees and under her sister’s glow.

Eddie huffs out a sigh. Message received…

Eventually, later in the morning, the stairs above him creak with Steve’s weight, and Eddie listens to him hum as he passes outside his door toward the kitchen.

He’s there for a little bit, probably eating something? Then the sound of Dio filters down the hall to him. 

Steve started the Spoofy for him again.

Soon after, the door into the garage opens and closes, and only after the garage door itself shudders to a stop, does Eddie leave his spot.

He wanders the house, taking in everything Steve had moved, or even torn off in his absence (“That wallpaper really was horrible, good on ya Steve.”), but eventually ends up back in the kitchen, thinking this time he’ll open a couple drawers for Steve instead of his usual cupboard fuckery, show him he’s back in action in a “Didja miss me?” type way, but stops short when he notices something laid out on the counter beside the speaker.

Color swatches. 

There’s a couple shades of green, some blues, a deep red, and even a bright sunshine yellow laid out with a slip of lined paper.

Eddie eases forward, clipping into the countertop as he does, to read the note.

He stares dumbly at it for what feels like weeks.

Steve wants to know what he thinks? What Eddie would pick? Why? This is Steve’s house, why does his opinion matter?

‘It’s because he likes you.’ his not-actually-there brain tells him

“No the fuck he doesn’t, I’m dead. A ghost. I’m a nuisance at best.”

‘He knew your name.’

That happy sparking feeling returns, shooting through where his heart would be.

“He knew my name.”

Bright yellow flashes in his chest briefly. 

How did Steve figure that one out?

‘He said your name.’ he thinks to himself, then the sound of Steve saying his name starts to cycle across his thoughts.

“Eddie?”, “Eddie?”, “Eddie?”, “Eddie?”....over and over again until it stops sounding like a real word.

“Eddie.” Steve says, his tone no longer questioning, but welcoming.

“Eddie.” Steve’s smiling this time.

“Eddie..” Steve’s happy to see him.

It takes him a handful of minutes each time, but he manages to flip over about half of the colors Steve had laid out.

“I must be outta my mind,” Eddie grumbles, glowing bright in the middle of the kitchen.

It took three days for Eddie to tell Steve what colors he doesn’t like. 

He left the swatches alone until something was done to them but eventually, on the morning of the third day since he’d put them out (after more decisions about where he’d use each if they weren’t vetoed, deciding which room he’d tackle first (the kitchen), and getting the rest of his furniture and TV situated in his room), Steve comes downstairs to find three of the blue shades and one each of the green, red, and grays flipped over on the countertop.

He smiles down at them as he eats his bowl of cereal; he’s not sure where his ghostly roommate is right now, so he sets down his bowl, fishes a pen out of his junk drawer, and adds a line to his note

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i can't believe i didn't do this on the first part, but tagging everyone who was interested in reading the whole fic from my first post w this concept!! (i think some of you already found pt 1 though!!): @gothwifehotchner @puppy-steve @babydollbaron @a-bun-danceoflove @after-the-end-times @mightbeasleep @shapeofaperson @val-from-lawrence @madigoround @steviebats @nburkhardt @scoops-stevie @kas-eddie-munson @i-less-than-threee-you @milf-harrington @khalesprix @matchingbatbites

and also tagging those interested on the last part <3: @little-birch-boy

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #st #stranger things #ghost!eddie #the party #steveddie #eddeve #stranger things fic #ghost fic #modern au #chrissy cunningham #ghost!fic #paranormal romance #noelle writes

[chans-room]

Calling the Shots

Pairing: College basketball captain Yoongi x female reader

Genre: pure fluff/college au

Warnings: Seokjin is a lovable thot who kicks Yoongi out to hook up with people, pining from Yoongi, reader gets called a bitch by a rando, if I forgot anything let me know!!

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: This is part of a new series I’ve been working on for a while, and its mostly gonna come out in short pieces like this. I hope you like it :)

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Meet by the scoreboard. Is it ok if someone joins us for dinner? She’s cool, dw

Yoongi read over the text as he stepped out of the locker room, scoffing as he walked. Leave it to Jin to turn a casual after-game dinner between roommates into an event. He really only hoped the poor girl wasn’t one of Jin’s latest conquests; he was exhausted and didn’t want to spend hours in the student lounge waiting for her to leave their joined room in tears so he could finally get some sleep.

Yoongi groaned, pushing past well wishers with a tight smile as he made his way across the court to the scoreboard. He didn’t see his broad shouldered friend anywhere, but found a girl, dressed in all black with her back turned to him.

A group of guys were surrounding her as she lounged on the bleachers, looking unimpressed as they spoke to her. “Come on, sweet thing, just give me a smile,” one of them leered at her, making her roll her eyes.

“Honestly, just fuck off,” she scoffed, directing her attention back to her phone.

“Hey, I’m talking to you—“ one of them said, moving to snatch her phone out of her hands.

“She told you to fuck off,” Yoongi said blankly, grabbing the guy by his wrist, “So I suggest you fuck off.”

“Whatever man, she’s an uptight bitch anyway,” one of them huffed as they dispersed, leaving Yoongi alone with her.

“Thank you,” she beamed at him, her eyes turning into little crescents as she scrunched her nose. “That was really nice of you, I was actually super uncomfortable.”

Yoongi could feel his face heating as he stared at her; she was by far the cutest girl he’d ever seen. She looked so pretty his hands started to shake as he stared at her.

The pure apathy on her face when she’d been surrounded by the other guys had been alluring, even from a distance. But now, her presence warmed him, her smile etching itself into his brain.

“O-oh, no problem,” he smiled back, “I’m—“

“Yoongo Boongo!” Jin’s voice boomed in the nearly empty gym, cutting him off. “I see you met my little sunspot,” he grinned as he walked up to them. The girl rolled her eyes, standing up from her spot on the bleachers to let Jin envelop her in a hug.

“I told you not to call me that,” Yoongi huffed before focusing on the girl now buried in Jin’s embrace, willing his chest to unclench at their closeness. “Min Yoongi, Jin’s roommate. I’m assuming you’re the one Jin texted me about?”

She smiled prettily, reaching her hand out to him as she removed herself from Jin’s arms as she told him her name. Yoongi found himself wanting her to be tucked into him like she’d just been with Jin, but settled for her small hand warming his cold, pale one. “It’s really nice to meet you! Jinnie keeps telling me about his sourpuss roommate, but you don’t seem too bad. I think someone has been exaggerating,” she teased Jin.

“See, this is why I haven’t introduced you two,” Jin complained. “I know you’re going to gang up on me and pretend like I’m the bad guy. But here we are. And daddy’s hungry, so let’s get a move on.”

“If you ever call yourself daddy again I will actually have to kill you,” she deadpanned, glaring at Jin, and Yoongi felt his fingertips go numb in excitement for her rejection of Jin’s fuckboy charms, before turning back toward Yoongi. “I know for a fact Jinnie promised you a celebratory dinner, so let’s go and make him pay for all our food.”

“You little gremlins! You would take advantage of me like that?“ Jin shouted as she looped her arm through Yoongi’s with another bright smile, pulling him toward the exit of the gym.

Yoongi knew he’d let her drag him anywhere she wanted as long as she smiled at him like that again. “So how do you know my roommate?” He asked lamely, making his ears warm, but her bell-like laugh filled his head and replaced all the self deprecating thoughts that began to creep in on him.

“Jinnie has always been around. Our families were close growing up. He’s like a brother to me,” she beamed, not knowing how her admission made his heart race.

Yoongi knew he usually never stood a chance against Kim Seokjin, he never had when it came to girls. It didn’t matter that Yoongi was the captain of the basketball team, and most girls did find him attractive; Jin was intimidatingly handsome, hilarious, charming, and an overall genuinely nice guy. Even if girls liked Yoongi – and were able to get past his cold exterior – once they found out he was friends with the Kim Seokjin, they dropped him immediately. But here she was, telling him he had a chance.

“O-oh,” he stuttered as she leaned into his shoulder with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Yah, you’re gonna give poor Yoongles a heart attack. He’s not used to pretty girls literally hanging off him,” Jin called from behind them, obviously texting someone as they walked across the parking lot.

“That’s a lie. He’s the captain of the basketball team and he’s gorgeous. But if other girls aren’t smart enough to see what they’re missing out on, I’m sure it’s only because you’re a whore, Seokjin,” she rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Yoongi, face turning red at her blatant compliment. “Is he as much of a heinous thot as I think he is?”

“Absolutely. He kicks me out of our dorm to hook up with strangers and leaves me to fend for myself until they get kicked to the curb,” Yoongi laughed, making her gasp in mock outrage.

“How horrible! Next time he does that, let me know. I’ll give you a place to crash so you don’t have to wander around campus like a stray cat,” she giggled, stopping at the bold, and far too expensive, car Jin chose to drive.

“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly, making her nod, eyes rounding as she stared up at him, blinking innocently. He felt pinned down by her gaze, internally vowing to do whatever he needed to see that same look on her face again. The absolute rapt attention on him almost made him feel faint, and strangely vulnerable. It was like she saw all the way through him, directly to the deepest parts of himself he’d chosen to hide away, and it was oddly freeing.

A shy smile tore her eyes away from his as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, “We’re friends now, Yoongi.”

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#min yoongi fluff #suga fluff #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts fluff #bts college au #yoongi college au #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfiction #suga fanfic #suga fanfiction #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #college yoongi au #yoongi fic #suga fic

[island-in-the-shadows]

Hi! Fellow Saltburn enthusiast here! I have a question, and I’ve actually already sent it to a couple of accounts who also write extensively about Saltburn. I’d love to hear your views!

Why do you think Oliver didn’t try to kidnap/imprison/blackmail Felix into being with him instead of just jumping to murder? He was clearly capable of manipulation and probably could have found a way to keep an unwilling Felix around if he managed to get away with so many murders? I feel like even in the haze of desperation and panic it sort of should’ve struck him that killing Felix meant a lifetime of misery? It wasn’t exactly a spur of the moment kill, there was some amount of premeditation involved. I was honestly confused at how quickly Oliver made a decision that basically ensured he’d never feel a sliver of happiness ever again. How did he even manage to sleep after, knowing what he had done to Felix? The whole sequence where they look for Felix and eventually find the body is so gut wrenching to me. The music, the foreboding, the cinematography ughhhh.

Thanks for the ask anon! Ok so, I'm going to break this down in sections because there's a few different points to tackle!

Oliver does have the capability of doing horrible things, but I also do not think he's a great planner. He can only think ahead so much. And while I think that he could, arguably, find a way to kidnap Felix or find a way to blackmail him, this is contrary to what I think his goal is. I quote Cheap Trick (though I prefer the Letters to Cleo version): "I want you to want me/I need you to need me/ I'd love you to love me/ I'm beggin' you to beg me." Oliver isn't like the one guy from 365, he wants Felix to cede of his own accord and his own will. Yes, there is a level of emotional manipulation re: the lies about his family. However, I do think that when Oliver says: "I'm still the same person!" he is right. Outside of the way in which he hooked Felix, he would have no reason to be different. Stands to reason, in my opinion, that he is who he is with Felix bar exaggerations and implications of his past.

Let's talk about murder...Oliver only murdered Elspeth. He facilitated the deaths of Felix and Venetia. Murder not only requires intent, it requires certainty beyond a reasonable doubt of direct action. I was raised by lawyers so I view things through that lens. At most, if we were going by American law, which is the one I know, he would arguably fall under the category of voluntary manslaughter. Why? Because he did not directly do an act which led to Felix and Venetia's deaths. Rather, he put the dominos in place and that can be classed as a provocation; he provoked them in a way that led to their deaths. (Note: I am not delulu, I am aware that all of this is wrong. I'm just trying to put it forth from a legal POV.)

When it comes to Felix, he hastily put cocaine in the champagne and I do not think he thought it through way in advance. Secondly, he had the bottle in his hand for large parts of the maze conversation and deciding to give it to Felix was a spur of the moment action. Third, he had no way of knowing whether Felix would drink or not. Fourthly, Felix had ALREADY been doing drugs and you cannot specifically pinpoint, beyond a reasonable doubt, that it was the little bit of cocaine he drank (which, from research, would actually have been less potent and less quick to get into Felix's bloodstream than the lines he snorted) that caused him to OD. Fifthly, I am not entirely convinced that Oliver knew it was going to foolproof kill Felix. The way he wakes up the morning after still has the stink of hope. So, I can't be certain either way if his intent was to kill or to simply cause Felix to OD to the point he was taken to a hospital and then Ollie could Nurse Nightingale the situation.

When it comes to Venetia, Oliver did not tell her to use the razors. He placed the razors on the tub. He did so relatively impulsively (likely, imo in a bit of rage) and at the last minute. He had absolutely no way of knowing whether Venetia would take the razors and he had no way of knowing that she would use them in a deadly way rather than in a way to hurt herself but not kill. Further, from the bit that we get of the crime scene in the bathroom (I did pause it so I kinda memorised), there is no indication in the scene that Oliver was actually the one to use the razors. The scene would look entirely different and his clothes would be soiled or he would have blood on him, etc.

That being said, Oliver's desperation and panic and anxiety regarding the situation with Felix likely led him to the following thought: he would rather exist in a world where Felix ceases to exist, than exist in a world where he is inexorably removed from Felix. Felix was and continues to be Oliver's whole world. He likely thought that he was going to lose Felix either way. But, in Felix dying, he and Felix stay inherently connected. He can leave Saltburn but now he and Felix are forever linked. Elspeth, for example, automatically associates Oliver with Felix. It's why Oliver knew he had an in with her all those years later. Further, and I think I wrote this elsewhere, Felix's headstone will ALWAYS have Felix's date of birth, and the date of Oliver's 20th birthday. They are linked in this way as well.

I think it was all very rushed and confused when he did any of it. I think there might've been a chance for him and Felix even in the sense of friendship. But Oliver reacted emotionally and impulsively. He didn't plan putting the cocaine in the bottle probably until a couple of minutes before he did it. He didn't plan the thing with Venetia. He didn't plan getting Saltburn from the start. The only thing he planned and orchestrated was a Romcom style meet-cute. That was it. The rest he made up as he went along from noticing all the little details about Felix. But ultimately, above all, this weird little man wanted to be wanted and wanted to be loved by the object of his affection. Forcing the matter with kidnapping and/or blackmail was not going to get him what he truly wanted anymore than Felix's death did.

How does he manage to sleep? Self-medication, certainly. Pretty sure he yo-yo's uppers and downers like crazy. Coke to dance like the lonely mad king he is in the afternoon, Xanny or weed at night to come down and sleep. What's more, Saltburn is an extension of Felix and it, likely, comforts him to be in a place that represents Felix. A place that is haunted by the ghosts of memories he shared with Felix to which we are not privy.

Also, yes. Finding Felix's corpse, the whole scene, is stunning and staggering and heartbreaking. Absolutely stunning film craft involved all the way around.

Sorry for the loooong response, but I am a lawyer's daughter and an English Literature major, so I had to write my mini essay with some level of (certainly biased) evidentiary support.

#mari answers #saltburn #Oliver quick #felix catton #venetia catton #Elspeth catton #I have definitely given this a lot of thought ngl #I could probably write essays on essays on essays about this film and all the diverse different topics that spring from the well of it #but also I am exploring some of the themes in my fic so

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

“Oh, woe is me! It’s so cold in this cavern….I shan’t make it the night! Oh, poor little pitiful me, what an awful mess.”

Fwhip instantly had regrets about locking the stranger up. For one, his sleep schedule was suffering for it. The man hadn’t stopped his monologuing except to dramatically wail and cry. Somehow he was making chain rattling noises.

And in the large Goblands cavern, it echoed.

“Oohhh, the draft here is chilling my bones……to think, such a big man like me….reduced to a mere rat……”

Maybe if Fwhip’s ears weren’t so large, it wouldn’t be such a problem. But as it stood, it was a problem.

A bout of chain-rattling lead into very loud and dramatic sobbing, and Fwhip sighed and got out of bed. He was going to have to get this guy to shut up. Or at least cry quietly if he had to.

He pulled on his boots and jacket and headed out to his rails, riding as close as he could get to the cage before he had to walk. Blessedly, the strange man quieted down as he approached and put together a scaffold tower.

He was sitting in the center of the cage when Fwhip got up to his level, seemingly waiting for him. He sniffles and wiped at his eyes.

“Why are you here? To torture me? Interrogate me? Oh, just break my aching heart even more, won’t you!”

“What? No!” Fwhip shook his head. “Nothing like that. I just wanted to tell you to keep the noise down. We goblins need our nine hours.”

The man stood and clutched both hands to his heart, almost a mockery of offense. He was almost eerie, this one, with his faint glow and exaggerated everything. “I can’t stop. I am heartbroken. Betrayed so cruelly by my old friend….you’ve wounded me.”

“I’m not your friend. I don’t know you.” Fwhip leapt onto the roof of the cage and then down to a nearby ledge.

The man furrowed his brows, in what was probably genuine confusion. “We’ve always remembered our past lives. Is it different now?”

“Past…what?” Fwhip crossed his arms and leaned toward him. “If this is some religion thing, I’m not interested.”

“No, no, it’s just….are you still mad that I killed you when I was a fish? Is that why you’re acting like this? I don’t know why Gem would be mad at me, I’ve always been lovely to her, but-“

“Ok, I’m pretty convinced this is a weird religion and I’m not into it. Stop scaring people by pretending you know them.”

“I do know you.” The man pointed to a spot on Fwhip’s chest and drew a circle in the air, smiling. “See, it’s a different body, clearly, but that’s not weird. Happened all the time. I’d know my boy Fwhip anywhere.”

A chill went down Fwhip‘s spine and he held back a shudder. “I’ve never told you my name. I don’t know why you were sent here or who told you what, but the Sheriff won’t be happy when I say you’re spooking everyone and that’s a man you want to keep happy.”

The man blinked and put his hands on his hips. “I’ve committed no crime. I’m sure I’ll be let free and I can scout out the rest of you. Is Sausage here or is he still, eh…..‘sleeping’?” He made air quotes on the last phrase.

“If you’re going to mess with Sausage, I’ll just keep you in here.”

That seemed to shut the man up. “I guess you all don’t remember Afterlife, then.” He sniffled again, but thankfully didn’t seem like he was about to cry. “It’s been a while. I’ve been alone on the Olipelago.”

“The what??”

“This is weird then! I guess now it makes sense that I’m in jail.” The man nodded, apparently settling some questions he’d had.

“Yes. Trespassing and all. Please keep quiet and stop being freaky.” Fwhip jumped back on the roof and then to his scaffold. He had had far too many spooky things said to him at far too late an hour.

The man nodded and waved as he climbed down. “I’ll see what I can do! Put in a good word about me to this sheriff, will you?”

Fwhip would certainly not.

#empires smp #anyway oli headcanon is he’s some sort of spirit or undead creature #little weird dude <3 #also because he came directly from afterlife he can recognize everyone’s souls but not their person #so automatically he knows who it is just that they look different which wasn’t weird for afterlife #Fwhip is just tired tbh

[songbirdtales]

Flirting with Disaster (AstarionxTav oc)

Authors note:

Hey folks, this is a part 2. Part 1 is here. I know I said this was going to be nsfw but ngl the more I play this game the less overtly horny i get for Astarion and the more I just want to wrap him in a weighted blanket and make sure he's comfortable. So I guess never expect me to keep a promise lmfao. I have so many more fics half written in my drive and it's just becoming heavier romance. Anywho, game spoilers ahead. TW: death, head injury, eye injury

“That rotten bitch!” Karlach growled. “No wonder she’d talk about a kid like that. She’s fucking evil.”

Gale was deep in reading the book that outlined the ritual of thorns. “So, what will we do about this?” His eyes only rose from the page to look at Tav. He defaulted to them instantly, his trust in them incredibly strong despite any real reason. Astarion could barely keep from rolling his eyes at the sight.

“We go back to the grove and out her.” They said simply before looking to Astarion. “Astarion and Gale will steal the idol of Silvarus and stop the ritual while-” They looked to Karlach. “Karlach and I are going to have a little talk with Kahga.” Tav looked back to Gale. “Once you two have the idol, you’ll probably want to join us. I can’t imagine there won’t be a fight.”

“And when exactly are we launching our attack?” Astarion asked as he crossed his arms.

“Tonight. We'll use the dark to our advantage.”

He scoffed. “You want me to steal a statue that’s basically functioning as a spot light?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Yes, that’ll be so inconspicuous.”

“You said it yourself.” Tav put their hands on their hips. “It’s not in a spotlight, it is the spotlight.  Turn off the light and everyone’s in the dark.”

He hadn’t thought of it like that. His lips pursed as he thought on it. “...Fine. We’ll turn off the lights.” He agreed begrudgingly. “But do save us some fight, won’t you?” Astarion pouted. He didn’t like the idea of being out of the fight. He had suggested killing the druid, after all.

“Of course, darling.” Tav grinned, teasing him with his own tricks, letting their voice drop and exaggerating their voice in a soft mimic of his own. A light stab that only seemed to spur him on like a challenge. 

A gentle shove at their shoulder as Astarion looked away was the only response they got, the others snickering at their banter. It was nice, he had to admit. He almost smiled along with them. This was what it was like to have friends, wasn’t it? He could almost remember.

Night fell over the grove as the party set themselves in position. The children had seen Tav and the others pass. The tiefling bard had whispered one word to them, ‘hide’, and the word spread throughout the rest of the refugees.

Astarion was already focused on his target, watching the druids as they worked for a gap in sight. He was so focused he didn’t notice Tav’s worried face. Their soft, “Be careful,” snapped him from his trance. He didn’t get the chance to respond before they were gone, only then did he wish he’d said it back. That unnamed feeling in his stomach twisted and sank until it took his throat with him. It felt as if he was being choked no matter how deep he breathed. 

“Hey,” Gale whispered to get the vampire’s attention. He had a similar look of worry to his face, but he tried to offer a reassuring smile. “They’ll be fine.” He’d nod to the idol and Astarion’s focus was right back where it was needed.

With one last heavy breath out, Astarion cast invisibility on himself and slipped into the ritual. Green trails of light passed and surrounded him as he got close to the ground, trying not to give himself away in the displaced magic. Someone did notice, but before they could speak, Gale cast Sleep on the druid, the wizard spotting the rogue.

Neither of them could help as Astarion’s form began to reveal itself the closer he got to the idol until a clear silhouette was in view just as he grabbed it. As soon as he lifted the statue, the lights went out. The druid rushed towards the center of the ritual when a portal opened behind Astarion, Gale’s hand reaching to pull him through the dimension door and right to the door to the druid’s chambers. 

The rest of the order seemed to be swarming in the dark, confused and disoriented. They all gathered around where the statue and Astarion had been just a moment before, but none of them looked to where Gale and Astarion now stood in plain view with the idol in hand. 

Astarion tucked the statue into his bag and flash Gale a fanged smile as he lead the Wizard into the druid’s chambers. “Well done.” He couldn’t help but hum. Gale might not have been able to see the smile well in the dark, but he could hear the admiration and surprise in Astarion’s voice. A light flush came to the wizard’s cheeks as he smiled in turn. Even Gale could get caught in Astarion’s charm it seemed.

Tav and Karlach had entered the druid chambers to yet another argument between Kahga and her peers. “This is the oak father's will.” Her own words would be her undoing. Tav stalked down the steps behind her, eyes burning with hatred. The scars around their mouth glowed violet as their words put Dissonant thoughts in Kahga’s head.

“You can lie to yourself, but you cannot lie to your god.” Tav and Karlach each looked like they were ready to sprout wings and drag the druids to Avernus. The magic in Tav’s lips died as they looked among the other druids. “You should take a look at this.” They offered the book detailing the rite of thorns to the other druids as Kahga’s face turned bright red in anger, her hands clenched.

She could see the letters wedged in the pages and knew she was caught. “You thief-” She hissed, practically spitting as she yelled. “You devil!”

Tav’s otherworldly eyes snapped to her, a fanged smile pulled across their face, the magic flaring on their lips again. “For the first time, you’re right. There wasn’t a devil in this grove until I got here, and I might have never come, but I’m a collector of wicked hearts.” The fear Tav’s words instilled was beginning to make the druid lose her mind, the psychic damage clear as she lost focus in her vision and began to sway and twitch. Tav got right in her face, their performance peak horror to a racist. “A dark druid would be the perfect addition.”

Kahga tripped, falling back onto the ground as Tav burst into laughter. “Was that too much? Did I scare you?” Tav heckled Kahga as the eyes of her peers turned from reverence to condemnation as they read her letters. Tav’s laughter finally died and they sighed, looking down at her with an upturned nose. “Gods, you’re pathetic.” 

Kahga growled as she got to her feet and readied her weapon. The few still on her side joined her against the rest. The rats Kahga had been keeping revealed themselves as halflings shadow druids and took up arms with Kahga.

Karlach charged the shadow druids as Tav took their lute from their back and began to play. The driving beat of their strums built waves of thunder before booming, pushing back the two druid that had joined Kahga. 

“You take care of Kahga, I will handle my brethren,” Rath called. Tav glanced to him to nod only to be met with Kahga’s staff when they looked back. Tav barely avoided her staff, practically dancing out of the way to Kahga’s dismay but her next strike was true. The heavy end of the staff clipped Tav in the side of the head, sending the tiefling staggering back into the wall.

Kahga rushed them, bringing her staff up to crush Tav’s neck into the wall. They dropped their lute, the dissonant sound of wood cracking on rock and the disharmonious ring of strings joined the fight. Tav had just caught the staff before it could really hit, their arms pressed against the wall without leverage to push up. The wood of Kahga’s staff pushed into their larynx as Tav twisted and squirmed, fighting to keep their airway clear.

The smile on the druid’s face was maniacal, the thrill of the impending kill had made her crazed. Tav’s eyes glowed one last time, their lips following suit as the woman was in the ecstasy of her high. “Look at yourself.” The Command broke her frenzy, Kahga’s smile instantly dropping as she was magically compelled to reflect on herself. “He would be so disappointed.” 

Kahga’s strength left her as she took a step back, the thought ratting in her head as the awful realization of her actions settled in. Who was he? Who knew and who really cared if it was Halsin, Sylvanus, or someone else entirely that made Kahga’s mind collapse on itself? Her own reverence crushed her mind in an instant.

A gentle tap on Kahga’s shoulder caused her to snap out of her contemplation and turn casually towards the sensation. As she did, a dagger skillfully slipped into her eye socket. Astarion watched as the realization of what had just happened finally connected in the poor woman’s mind before twisting the blade and pulling it from her head. He’d let Kahga’s body fall to the ground where she’d twitch at his boots, flicking the gore from the blade before flashing a fanged smile at Tav. “Sorry I’m late darling.”

Tav’s breath slowed as the adrenaline subsided, still labored and ragged as they leaned back against the wall. A bloom of red grew in their golden hair as they smiled at him. “That was kind of hot.”

“Is that you or the concussion talking?” He asked as he gently slipped an arm around Tav and pulled them to his chest before they could slide down the wall. They were already so limp, he wasn't shocked at all when they passed out before responding. “Let’s get you back to camp.” He’d say softly before turning his head around to screech. “Karlach!” He’d clear his voice before continuing in a more casual tone. “Would you be a doll?”

As Astarion gathered the valuables off the shadow druids’ body, Gale gathered their praises from Rath, and Karlach gathered their leader from the floor to let Nettie patch up. Astarion had just picked Kahga’s body clean when he picked up Tav’s broken lute with a frown. He had no idea how to fix this, and they’d just picked apart a good lute earlier that day. He carried it with them as the group left and were met with a crowd. 

The tieflings had been gathered there by the druids, who still ran around in confusion. Rath calmed the druids down as the tieflings surrounded the group. They were mostly focused on Karlach carrying a lightly patched up Tav in her arms like a bride. So many of them whispered prayers while others offered to bring supplies to their camp. Tav’s kindness towards them brought their kindness in turn, Astarion wasn’t used to seeing such things. 

While all were focused on the stars of the show, Alfira approached Astarion with a meek voice. “Excuse me,” She held a second lute in her hand, one much like her own which clearly hung on her back. “I couldn’t help but see…” She looked down to the broken lute in his hands and offered the spare towards him. “It belonged to my teacher. She’s no need for it now, and it would be a shame if they couldn’t play when they wake up.”

Astarion stared at the girl in pure confusion. All of the kindness he’d been witnessing was so foreign to him, and to be directly confronted with it was almost overwhelming. Where had all this kindness been? Had it been out here all along, and just… not for him? He couldn’t wrap his mind around why this girl would give away something clearly so sentimental to her. Still, he took the instrument. A hesitant and still confused “Thank you,” fell from his lips to his own surprise. “I’m… sure they’ll appreciate it.” The uncertainty in his voice was obvious. He was purely guessing at how to respond to something like this, but as they left the sacred pool a selfish relief washed over him. One less problem for him to fix, he thought.

When the party returned to camp Karlach brought Tav to rest in Shadowheart’s tent. She stayed with the two as Shadowheart spent the night tending to Tav’s injuries. Hours had passed and both women had fallen asleep near their patient. By then the rest of the camp had begun to slow, finishing their business and finding their bedrolls for the night. 

A calming cool in the warm night brought Tav’s eyes open. Their blue eyes blinked open slowly before turning their eyes around their surroundings. Tav hadn’t spent much time in Shadowheart’s tent, but they recognized the colors of the canvas once they noticed the girls outside. They both looked exhausted, they must have been worried…

Tav took their time sitting up, their head still pounding from the injury. A hand came to the spot, fingertips gently caressing the freshly healed skin. Their long hair had been undone from its bun at some point, strands falling over their shoulders as they looked around for their things. They weren’t hard to find as Tav turned around, but notably their lute had been replaced. The broken one was simply gone and the gifted one there. A smile pulled across their lips as they looked over the instrument, a pleasant surprise.

Everyone else seemed accounted for, even Gale, either tucked in their tents or settling up by the fire. Yet, as Astarion readied to take his watch he noticed an absent bedroll in Shadowheart’s tent, her patient absent along with the gifted lute. Curious, Astarion slipped into the woods. He wandered for a spell before the sound of finger plucked strings met his pointed ears.

He followed the melancholic waltz to its source, the strings keeping a simple and steady pulse as Tav hummed a melody over top. He left them in their trance as they worked through the tune with their eyes closed. Their voice was infused with magic, a soft glow coming from the scars down their chin as they drew in the night with yearning want. Their mind was open as the tadpole thrummed with the music and radiated with the memories and emotions that inspired the tune. When the open feelings reached him, Astarion couldn’t help but peer.

He saw a handsome half elf through Tav’s eyes, a set of lavender eyes with a scar tracing the upper ridge of the left brow staring back as they lay beside each other, fully clothed, his large calloused fingers brushing gently between their own. Astarion could feel that awful pit in his stomach open up, that unnamed feeling, as if he were being gutted followed by a tightness in his chest. As his mind melted with Tav’s he could find their names for the same sensations; fear, desire, longing, and- He shook his head to brush the feeling off, pulling his mind away sharply as the connection overwhelmed.

It was only his retreat Tav had noticed, their eyes now locked on him through the dark like a deer alert of a predator, two balls of devil fire burning in the night.

“I was worried when you weren’t in your tent.” He said with a weak smile, trying to save face but Tav had seen right through him.

“I thought we asked first.” They scolded him sternly.

Fear twisted his gut, he knew that’s what it was now, but why? “Sorry,” He relented. “I was expecting you to be thinking of Karlach.” His words didn’t seem to ease the tiefling, so he just asked. “Who was that?”

Tav relaxed in defeat. He didn’t need to wait them out long, Tav was unable to stay angry at him. “My paladin,” The longing in their words was on par with the melodies they’d played.

The paladin they'd mentioned when the subject of lovers came up? His confusion returned as his eyes narrowed. “I don’t understand.” He admitted angrily in a rare moment of honesty, his eyes cold but curious. “I thought you said you left him.” He was almost angry now. “If you felt like that about him, why would you leave him?”

Tav blinked a few times, caught off guard at how plainly he asked. They wondered if he’d understand the truth. “Because I was changing him for the worse.” He could see they truly believed it, but he couldn’t. “He would have thrown his oath away for me, and I couldn’t let him. It was too important. The world needs real heroes like him.” The more they spoke, the more there was something… off. There was something in the fear he’d felt through them that was different from the fear he felt right now, a missing piece of the story that would dissolve this fairytale paladin into something… else. That had to be the case. He refused to believe Tav was capable of changing someone for the worse. He was proof. 

He dropped the subject, tilting his head as he leaned against a tree. “Your new girlfriend wanted you to have that. Seems you’ve really gotten in her head.”

Tav looked down to the lute relaxing in their lap. “This is why it’s good to make friends.” They said with a cocky smile before it softened, their eyes stayed on the instrument, studying its wear. They were still getting used to the feel of it. “This… was very kind of her.” They said softly. “I’ll take good care of it.”

“I suppose you were right about friends,” He conceded with a sarcastic sigh. “They just let me strip anything of worth off that druid woman.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold pendant, offering it out to them. “Thought you’d like to add it to your dragon’s horde.”

Tav stood, setting the lute down gently where they’d sat. It only took a few steps for Tav to stand in front of Astarion. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but Astarion’s face slanted in a curious furrow when Tav turned their back to him. “Can you help me put it on?”

He’d not noticed the bandages on their hands until they reached to gather their hair. They pulled the mass of gold strands aside to make it easier to reach around their neck. He let the golden chains pull snug against their neck, the deep amethyst set down the chains to hang delicately down the wearer’s neck was pressed firmly into their collar bone and then relaxed. It was just enough to be felt, a gentle squeeze. He really did know how to tease them.

Tav’s tail flicked at his leg as he lingered just behind them, his cool breath on the tip of their ear. He clasped the pendant before letting a hand trail down the back of their shoulders. “There.” His voice was a deep, intensional sultry sigh. He saw an opportunity to secure himself while they doubted their paladin… but he hesitated, his mind quickly lost in thoughts of the curves of their neck and jaw, enjoying the view of them. That was all it took for his opportunity to lead the scene to be lost.

Tav looked down at the gold set stone before turning to look over their shoulder at him. He hadn’t expected the look on their face, the softness in their eyes, or the words that came with them. “Can I kiss you?” They whispered back so incredibly soft that he wasn’t sure they’d spoken or if he’d just read their lips. This was not an intentionally sultry whisper or a performance of any kind; their soft question was like a whisper between actors on a stage in an improvised moment.

It was only then that it dawned on Astarion that he was exactly where he’d wanted to be earlier that day. Now, instead of Alfira, he was the co-star being seduced on stage by the lead. He had been struck down before he could even pounce, the sharpened steak of Tav’s charm piercing his heart and killing something in him he’d not notice for some time. He never stood a chance. He’d blame magic later but there was no magic in their voice, no influence from the weave or the hells, he whispered “Yes” in turn because he wanted to say yes. He wanted to kiss them.

Tav turned to face Astarion, the two eye to eye as Tav reached a hand for his cheek. His head relaxed into their calloused fingers, tilting his head as Tav’s turned the other way. They leaned in and kissed him, so gentle and sweet. Is this how they’d kissed Alfira? Their scarred lips were rough against his skin as they pulled at his lower lip just a little when they pulled away. His eyes slowly drifted open to be met with hellion blue, their otherworldly stare gentle and warm.

“You look good in gold.” He whispered against their lips, trying to recover but they didn’t let him. Those pointed claws combed through his white hair as their eyes wandered his face. 

“I prefer silver.” Their nails were so delicate as they tucked a curl behind his pointed ear, tracing up the top of his ear and down the underside to his lobe. 

If Astarion’s heart were still beating it might just skip. A hunger grew in him unlike his want for their blood. He wanted more than blood, more than a kiss even. Shit, he wasn’t supposed to get feelings like this. No, these weren’t feelings, he deluded himself, this was just carnal lust. His simple plan was getting less simple, but if this was his biggest complication, it wouldn’t be the worst. Now he just hoped he’d had a similar effect on them. Astarion advanced sharply into another kiss as Tav’s hands caught the collar of his shirt. He stepped forward, leading them back a step before they both paused. 

Tav’s head pulled back as their hold of his shirt kept him just a breath away. Their eyes stared into his, searching for something in his gaze. For a moment there was nothing else in the world, just two actors on stage, gauging their next moves. He stared back, a spike of fear in him as he wondered if he’d done something wrong. Their face softened as they slowly leaned into him. Soft tugs at his lips eased his hunger some, but he continued to lead them back towards the stump they’d been sitting on earlier.

He sat them down gently before kneeling on the stump, somewhere between getting on top of them and sitting in their lap. Tav’s hands pulled him down, ushering him to melt into them.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #astarion #tav oc #astarion bg3 #astarion romance #all my homies hate kahga #kissing #slow burn #hurt/comfort #bg3 oc #enby tav #sfw fanfic

[faintingheroine]

Heathcliff and Seven Deadly Sins

Sloth:

“He had reached the age of sixteen then, I think, and without having bad features, or being deficient in intellect, he contrived to convey an impression of inward and outward repulsiveness that his present aspect retains no traces of. In the first place, he had by that time lost the benefit of his early education: continual hard work, begun soon and concluded late, had extinguished any curiosity he once possessed in pursuit of knowledge, and any love for books or learning. His childhood’s sense of superiority, instilled into him by the favours of old Mr. Earnshaw, was faded away. He struggled long to keep up an equality with Catherine in her studies, and yielded with poignant though silent regret: but he yielded completely; and there was no prevailing on him to take a step in the way of moving upward, when he found he must, necessarily, sink beneath his former level. Then personal appearance sympathised with mental deterioration: he acquired a slouching gait and ignoble look; his naturally reserved disposition was exaggerated into an almost idiotic excess of unsociable moroseness; and he took a grim pleasure, apparently, in exciting the aversion rather than the esteem of his few acquaintance.”

(Chapter 8)

Greed:

“Rich, sir!’ she returned. ‘He has nobody knows what money, and every year it increases. Yes, yes, he’s rich enough to live in a finer house than this: but he’s very near—close-handed; and, if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could not have borne to miss the chance of getting a few hundreds more. It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!’”

(Chapter 4)

“I know he couldn’t love a Linton; and yet he’d be quite capable of marrying your fortune and expectations: avarice is growing with him a besetting sin.”

(Chapter 10)

Envy:

“‘But, Nelly, if I knocked him down twenty times, that wouldn’t make him less handsome or me more so. I wish I had light hair and a fair skin, and was dressed and behaved as well, and had a chance of being as rich as he will be!’”

(Chapter 7)

“Mr. Heathcliff you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery. You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him?”

(Chapter 29)

Wrath:

“‘I’m trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don’t care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!’

‘For shame, Heathcliff!’ said I. ‘It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.’

‘No, God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall,’ he returned. ‘I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I’ll plan it out: while I’m thinking of that I don’t feel pain.’”

(Chapter 7)

“The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood!”

(Chapter 14)

“‘If Hareton does not turn you out of the room, I’ll strike him to hell,’ thundered Heathcliff. ‘Damnable witch! dare you pretend to rouse him against me? Off with her! Do you hear? Fling her into the kitchen! I’ll kill her, Ellen Dean, if you let her come into my sight again!’”

(Chapter 33)

Lust

“Being alone, and conscious two yards of loose earth was the sole barrier between us, I said to myself ‘I’ll have her in my arms again! If she be cold, I’ll think it is this north wind that chills me; and if she be motionless, it is sleep.””

(Chapter 29)

Pride

“If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him. Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse. It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?’”

(Chapter 14)

And none for Gluttony bye.

#wuthering heights #heathcliff #seven deadly sins

[annoyinglandmagazine]

‘Rise and shine!’ Gil Galad was roused from his sleep by Elrond’s cheerful singing. He groaned into his pillow. ‘Why did I hire so many morning people?’ Elrond laughed yanking the pillow out from under him. ‘Well I could not divine to understand the thought processes of our most esteemed king, but I feel it is important to mention that it is not morning. There is a feast in your honour in less than twenty minutes.’

Gil Galad scrambled to his feet, ‘When did I fall asleep?’ Elrond busied himself picking out some robes from Gil Galad’s wardrobe, ‘a few hours ago. Erestor and I covered for you for a while but I think you can agree that you need to be at this yourself. Put these on.’ He threw the clothing onto the bed. Gil Galad began to comply while interrogating his herald on the situation. ‘Why was I asleep?’ Elrond had begun to brush his hair into a Nolofinwean braid style suitable while the king continued working on his clasps. Who had decided so many layers were needed for formal wear? Another thing the Finweans had to answer for.

‘Hmmm? Oh I drugged your tea,’ Elrond said casually. ‘You really shouldn’t admit to treason so easily. I’d have thought the Feanorians have taught you enough about avoiding suspicion.’ Elrond laughed and the sound would have been something a poet would wax about if it wasn’t so infuriating. ‘They also taught me how to know the strength of my position. And I know that no one in politics could afford to strike against me. This place wouldn’t function without me for a day. As evidenced by the fact that without my little acts of treason you would have killed yourself from overextension decades ago.’

He would have been put out by the arrogance if it wasn’t so true. ‘What about you? You hardly look ready yourself, even if your braids weren’t falling out they are in far too Feanorian a style to wear to something like this. Surely you’ll need time to work out the right ones to use?’ Elrond laughed and pulled the strand of thread he’d been holding his braids in out in one motion, sending the waves of ink black hair falling loose down to his hip. He then plucked a clasp out of his pocket and used it to pin a few twists together leaving it almost all down in curls. He gave a sarcastic look to Gil Galad before saying ‘There done. If I can’t take advantage of not being entirely elven to get out of having to observe societal conventions really what’s the point? It would be a scandal no matter what I do, too Sindar, too Teleri, too Nolofinwean, too Feanorian, indicating too high a position, not indicating high enough a position. Really I’d prefer just not to for once. So tonight if I’m asked any questions about what house I’m a member of I’m saying the House of Beor, understood?’

‘Got it, got it. It’s been too long since you last annoyed every member of the court simultaneously and so you’re compensating. Have fun,’ he laughed as he picked his final necklace and righted himself in the mirror. ‘Oh I plan to,’ Elrond flipped his hair over his shoulder and grinned back from his place at the door. ‘After you your majesty,’ he said with an exaggerated bow taking Gil Galad’s arm and his ringing laughter paired with the king’s open exasperation carried down the corridor all the way to the banquet hall.

#Silmarillion #tolkien #elrond and gil galad #gil galad #elrond peredhel

[dmwrites]

“Ren.”

Ren wished he could say he’d heard Pearl coming, but lately he’d found that he heard very little of anything at all, besides faint whispers he weren’t even sure where real. So, he was sad to say that he jumped near out his kingly cloak when Pearl spoke from just behind him.

“What do you want, you wretched woman?” Ren asked.

“Now Ren, that was not very polite.” Pearl said, leaning against his shulker boxes.

“Sorry Pearl, don’t know what came over me.” Ren said tiredly, dropping his shoulders. “Defeating a revolution is no easy task.” He gave her a pointed look, and she beamed at him.

“Ren, take a break and come with me for a moment, huh? Get out of this donut hole, I have something to show you.”

Ren sighed. “I don’t know, Pearl, I have much to do.”

“Oh come on, Ren! The cleaning lady demands it!” Pearl tugged on his arm, smiling.

“What do you think, my precious?” Ren said, taking out the old, rotting head of Impulse out of his pocket and putting a hand to it’s cheek.

“Good lord, Ren, you need to touch grass. Or a therapist. Come on now.” Ren saw Pearl shiver, and shrugged, pocketing the head and following her.

She lead him to the shopping district, to her shop and the sign that Joe had constructed in front of it. She had him sit on the shore, while she flew up to the crown on top of the sign.

“This sign is blocking my shop, Ren.”

“I know.”

“You decreed it dothly or whatever.”

“I did.”

“It is mess, King Ren, and I will be taking it down. As I am the cleaning lady.” She took something out of her pocket and put it against a floating block of glass. It pointed down, a long, rocky finger that Ren instantly recognized with a thrill of dread. “You got a bit of a, uh, history with dripstone, don’t you, Ren?”

“I do, in fact. I don’t like it very much.” Ren tried to keep his voice even and light like Pearl’s was.

“You don’t like dripstone?” Pearl asked, tilting her head oh so cruelly at him.

“No. Do not speak its name to me, Pearlescentmoon.”

There was a moment of silence, as Ren stared up at her and she down at him. Ren felt a very odd sensation of not quite knowing who stood on the crown made of concrete powder.

“I’m going to destroy this sign, Ren.” Pearl said, quiet but firmly.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Ren replied, knowing she would. He watched her swipe at the dripstone, that damned spiked thing, send it soaring down on his head it was going to kill him BigB I’m so sorry onto the pressure plate below. Nothing happened, Ren let out something he hoped was a laugh, and Pearl giggled in embarrassment, screeching about making it work anyway and jumping off the top of the sign.

He watched Pearl glide down, and he knew what would happen as she stepped onto the pressure plate. The sign dissolved behind her, a rather stunning and satisfying display. But it was Pearl he watched, standing there before him, in green overalls and brown hair loose under her yellow hat. Her arms were crossed, watching him with her chin raised, defiant to the point of exaggeration, making up for her faulty dripstone contraption. And perhaps it was the lack of sleep, or how the sand warped his vision, but Ren kept mistaking her for a girl dressed in red, whose unhinged defiance still scared him. He wished he could say that the life games left no lasting mark on him, but he knew better then that. The crown on his head lay heavier and heavier each day, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that the girl who stood before him had blood-red eyes.

#October 22 2022 #fic #hc9 #double life mention #rendog #pearlescentmoon #the hc dripstone scene but make it dramatic #long post

[miroararose]

Gojo x Reader

Reader has been triggered by the elders. No snu snu, Not so much Fluff. Saving Gojo

Gojo is kidnapped~

People have criticized you as too soft before. Naive, kind and ignorant you’ve heard it all. It seemed that everyone had a pre conceived notion about how easy it is to hurt and break you.

Although all of that were true, you never paid attention to it. Actually you love being the baby of the family and in some cases you like exaggerating it more.

But it wasn’t the best quality you have to survive the world of JJK. Where monsters and evil spirits roam, you can’t be weak or act weak here.

Still, you’ve kept the same habits from your reality up to now, mostly because Gojo was there to protect you.

On times he wasn’t there, you’re with Itadori and Megumi. They were kind and understanding with your situation at first, but you failing to defend yourself has been slowly getting under their skin.

They were busy with fighting curses and checking whether you’re still alive, as you feel guilty about this you start training to be better.

Gojo would always shower you with gifts, you never heard him complain about you being too soft and naive. And when you started training, he was always there to guide your improvement and he’d often praise you a lot.

He treats you even better than his students by giving you the desserts he specifically bought for you, as both of you have a sweet tooth.

Gojo remained sweet and affectionate to you even though you refuse to kill curses. But sometimes he can’t fathom your logic, resulting to philosophical conversations. You thought as the strongest he wouldn’t care about what you think, but all of a sudden he’d ask you about your thoughts and feelings.

“Do you think they’re alive?”

“They’re mindless beings to me. Even though some of them are capable of speaking.”

“Then why wouldn’t you kill them? They hurt people.” He said softly, you noticed that Gojo would speak to you in a soft manner unlike with others.

“I can’t bring myself to kill them. They’re quite similar to us humans, we also live off other organisms energy.”

“You do realize that human beings have to eat to survive.”

“Well, that’s how humans are Gojo. Those curses have to eat to survive and pollute the world. Like how humans have been eating and destroying each other. In the end they’re all the same to me.”

He loved those conversations, even though admittedly they were hard to digest for him as someone who has given all their time to defeating curses. But as you talk about it, Gojo have discovered new sides of you.

“This is just my guess….but I think you refuse to do anything because you’ve given up on everyone and everything”

“Did I sound that pessimistic? I just think that not caring and not hurting others would do me more good than harm. And like I said, all of them are the same.”

“Can you promise me one thing then?”

“What?”

“If a time comes when no body can protect you. Please, fight.”

“When it’s my time to die, I’m bound to die.” You shrugged.

“But it will be boring for me. I look forward to seeing you everyday, talking with you everyday, eating with you and seeing your smile everyday. And if I woke up one day… without you.” He sighed, and hugged you.

“What will happen without me?”

“Things…wouldn’t be the same. Maybe I’ll forget how to breathe.”

You’ve thought what he’d actually be like without you for the whole evening, not sleeping a wink.

It was too late before you’ve thought about what will happen without him.

You couldn’t find him anywhere, you’ve searched the school, called him, reached his relatives, the principal, his students…yet it’s as if he disappeared without a trace.

That’s when Nanami reached you with news, Gojo was subdued by the elders.

You felt your head blazing, every atom of your body was on fire from anger!

“They will regret taking him away from me.” You whispered as you dissipate in tiny particles and teleport to where the elders held him captive.

As soon as your feet landed on the ground, the grass died along with the flowers. Seemingly it was as if death came to the place.

“Where’s Gojo?” You asked the shamans standing on guard. They were afraid of you, but they also knew that you were dubbed as the useless transmigrator. One of them even had the courage to be an obstacle.

“Go back! You useless thing, Gojo wouldn’t be able to—“ You didn’t let him finish his sentence as your magic suck his blood dry, transforming his body to something that alike of a mummy.

The other guards were stunned, and so were the members of the other clans.

“Listen well all of you, to those who dare stand in my way I will show you no mercy. Give me back Gojo, or we’ll do this the hard way.”

All of them were stunned by your sudden threat, but you were serious. They can’t just kidnap your Gojo and expect you to just cry.

Blood will rain.

You don’t hurt things for you really couldn’t bring yourself to care about them, all this time they thought it’s because you were soft.

This twisted principle of yours was only familiar to one person, Gojo—whose probably laughing his ass off at the moment given the current situation.

When all of them didn’t agree to give him back to you, your view about them changed. Now they’re only specks of dust rather than his human captors.

“If this is what you wish, this is what you’ll receive then.” You clapped your hands, from your magic formed a gigantic black snake.

This snake wasn’t a curse, so the shamans had a hard time trying to defeat it. But with no fail, it devoured them all and dissipated into ashes.

You took your time walking to the underground room they kept Gojo in.

“Toru” You smiled as his familiar scent mixed in the air embrace you, he’s been gone for two weeks at most and you’ve been missing him really bad.

You clapped your hands twice and the large door opened revealing a Gojo tied on a rock like table with enchantments like they were holding a ritual and he’s the sacrifice. You also noticed how rough the stone is for his skin…and you groaned.

You hated every single one of them except for your darling, dearest Gojo Saturo.

“That was a long rest, it’s time to wake up now.” You said as you broke the talisman they cast upon him. You could easily wield unique magic in this world that cancels out whatever the shamans were using, so even though you don’t understand them it was easy for you to break it.

As the talisman and spells were lifted Gojo sat up.

“Ugh” He held his head up as he awoke. He turned towards you with tears in his eyes.

“Waaaah, looove, babyyyy, honeeeey. I love you.” He confessed immediately and hugged you.

“You are the prettiest, the smartest, the bestest love I knoooooow. I was scared here.”

You laughed, as he buried himself in your chest.

“I know that’s why I came here. Oh by the way how’d they trick you here?” You asked while running your fingers on his soft hair.

“Limited edition mochi’s…you said you wanted them. They tricked me with that, I can’t believe they were so cruel.”

He was really using this event to get the most affection out of you, and you’ll gladly give it.

“Don’t worry now, Gojo. I won’t ever let anyone take you away from me.”

You hugged him tightly, and he smirked because he actually knew what you did to all the elders and clans.

The shaman world has been destabilized, but you ended your day by eating ice cream and talking about how being apart scared you both.

Note: I love this kind of dynamic, where one character has an unchanged philosophy or ideology but when something bad happens to another character they get triggered and easily throws that away. So I wrote about it, thanks for reading.

#gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic

[elisela]

boys of summer sterek, southpaw, established relationship, kid fic day 7: "i wish every day could be like this"

Stiles isn’t great at giving gifts. It’s not his strong suit; he loves his family and friends to the ends of the earth and back, but he’s just not great at spending a bunch of time trying to come up with something meaningful and heartfelt twice a year. His go-to gift is technology—Derek’s going to be getting the newest iPhone for every birthday he ever has—and now that they’ve got kids, he pairs it with something having to do with them. Derek’s a sucker for anything with handprints or photos, so Stiles is pretty sure the professionally framed pictures that Norah had drawn in her shaky four year old hand was going to be the highlight of the night for his husband. 

Until fucking Jackson had dug around in his gift bag and tossed a Yankees jersey across the table. 

“He’s already got one of those, don’t encourage him,” Stiles says, rolling his eyes and picking another slice of mushroom off his pizza and holding it to Harper’s mouth. 

“Not one of these,” Jackson says, and Stiles glances over at him suspiciously before looking back at Derek, who’s just holding the jersey up; Stiles catches the blocky text with WHITTEMORE on the back and groans. 

He’s never getting away from the damn Yankees now. 

“But that’s not your actual gift,” Jackson says to Derek, and the smug smile he gives him lets Stiles know he’s about to really hate his life. “This is.”

Stiles catches the second jersey with a sigh, and lets out an exaggerated whimper when he sees Jackson holding up two more—tiny pinstriped cleaning rags if he has anything to say about it, there’s no way he’s letting his girls wear those things.

Norah’s wearing hers three minutes later. Harper, thankfully, falls asleep on his lap before Jackson can convince her to put it on. 

Stiles will get him back for this. 

--

Three months later

“Don’t be mad,” is how his morning starts, and Stiles looks up at Derek with bleary, sleep-crusted eyes. He doesn’t even have the energy to be mad, because Harper has decided that every week should be sleep regression week.

“I’m too tired to feel anything,” he says, and feels a twist in his stomach when Derek’s expression turns vaguely guilty. He waves a hand, accidentally sending oatmeal flying. “Don’t worry about it. What’d you do?”

He expects something family related—another class added to Norah’s busy schedule, their babysitter canceling their standing Friday night slot, accepting a last minute invitation to his parent’s house for dinner. Instead, Derek shifts his weight from one foot to the other (a sure sign Stiles won’t like what’s coming) and says, “Remember how Jackson said there was another part to my birthday present and I’d get it later?”

Stiles narrows his eyes. 

“I got it this morning.”

“You’re stalling,” Stiles says, and then it hits him. He’d dismissed it at the time, figuring it was some other God awful piece of Yankees gear, and had forgotten all about it when it hadn’t materialized. 

And now it’s the end of March and Jackson’s bringing it up again.

“I’m not going,” he says immediately, then pinches the bridge of his nose because wow, way to be a present, loving husband. “Jesus. Fuck him, I swear to God, I’m going to kill him. Did he get you good seats, at least? I need him to be able to hear me when I spend every at-bat yelling about what a colossal assface he is.”

“That was a lot of adult words,” Norah says brightly, and Stiles drops the spoon he was holding when it startles him.

He has got to start getting more sleep.

“Yeah and clearly you know them, so I shouldn’t be hearing them repeated,” he says, looking over at her and pushing her neglected oatmeal closer before looking back over at Derek. “When is it?”

Derek looks at him, glances at the floor, and then up at the ceiling; it’s a sight that fills Stiles with dread. Derek is nothing short of forthcoming, unless he’s about to beg for something that Stiles really will not like. “It’s—the whole season?”

He pushes his bowl to the side, moves his coffee to a safe distance, and drops his head onto the table, banging it lightly. “He’s dead to me, I swear to God.”

--

Stiles wears the jersey, but only in the hopes that Harper pukes on it. Or Norah. He’s half-tempted to actually give her every kind of food she’s asking for, but he would be a terrible parent if he did and sometimes the only thing he’s got to hang on to is his ability to keep two small children alive and well every day.

His only saving grace is that Harper’s lulled to sleep by the several loops around the stadium they make before first pitch, and that she hadn’t woken up when Derek had gently placed a pair of noise-canceling headphones on her. He’d handed responsibility of Norah over to him  and had taken Harper for himself, strapping her into the baby carrier on his chest, which also gave him an excuse to stay firmly seated and not cheer.

It works until Jackson comes up to bat in the second inning and swings for the fences, launching the ball over the right field wall and taking his time to round the bases. The crowd surges to it’s feet the moment the bat cracks and the noise level goes from tolerable to ear-splitting, and when Jackson turns to look dead at him, he can’t help but give a half-hearted cheer while flipping him off.

The smile on Derek’s face makes it worth it.

--

“I don’t want to leave, we can’t leave, I want to see another game,” Norah whines. Stiles can’t hear what Derek says to her, a low murmur in her ear as he rubs her back, but she lays her cheek on his shoulder and sighs, “Okay, if you promise,” in response.

He glances at his phone, looks at the crowd flowing towards the exits, and makes a decision. “You want to see Uncle Jack before we go home?” She nods, and when she sticks her thumb in her mouth, he reaches out and gently pulls it back out as Derek moves off to the side and stops. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah,” she says, yawning. “I wish every day could be like this.”

His heart swells and breaks simultaneously, sliding his phone back into his pocket after tapping out a message to Jackson. He may not have played in Yankee Stadium for a few years, but he remembers how to get down to the clubhouse just fine, and he brushes his hand against Derek’s arm before leading the way. “Well,” he says, already regretting his words, “we have eighty more chances.”

#sterek #southpaw #derek hale #stiles stilinski #au #established relationship #kid fic

[scritch-scratches]

little boy blue, snippet

It's Black Org week @dcmk-fanfic-server!

I'd thought I'd write something for my role reversal AU for the first day's role reversal prompt!

It's not much though lol

It would not be an over-exaggeration to say that this was the man of his nightmares. In his head, Shinichi had seen those cold, narrow eyes staring down on him a thousand times before, while sleeping and while awake. 

But Gin’s hair had been cut short and gelled out of his face, neat and professional. In his hand was a gleaming badge, matched with an ID that didn’t make any sense.

“Edogawa Conan, aka Kudo Shinichi, aka Brandy,” Gin spoke and Shinichi’s heart froze in his chest because none of it made sense, “you are under arrest.”

Except it did make sense, didn’t it? It explained everything: the stranger that was identical to Akai carting him through the strange portal, an officer of the law that looked just like Gin, and the child with his face he’d caught a glimpse of, grinning in the shadows with a fierce, calculating glint in his icy eyes...

Brandy.

In this strange world he’d been dragged into, that was him. 

And this was Gin. Arresting him. 

It was ironic. Bizarre. Completely unreal.

His hands trembled as he raised them, too aware of the gun holstered at Gin’s side. The Gin he knew always aimed for the head, but this one didn't seem interested in aiming his gun at all.

Noting the differences helped calm Shinichi, somewhat. Hearing someone that looked and sounded like Gin putting the names Edogawa Conan and Kudo Shinichi together was almost nauseating, and it took everything he had to hold himself together.

"I am Edogawa Conan," he said, his voice shaking, "and Kudo Shinichi." Gin's expression did not shift. "But I'm not Brandy."

For the first time, the emotionless mask cracked. Gin snorted. "Denying it at this point—"

"Just like you aren't Gin, right?" His own voice cut right through, and the man that wasn't Gin twitched.

"Gin?" The man muttered, his eyes boring into Shinichi's own. Shinichi didn't look away.

The thing was, Shinichi could lie. He could make something up. He could do whatever he had to worm out of this situation. He still looked like a six year-old. There were options.

But if this man really was some mirror-version, some reversal of the Gin that once nearly murdered him, just like that other Conan...

That meant, theoretically, this man's values should be in total opposite of the Gin he knew. Gin, who didn't bother to remember the names or faces or anything about those he'd killed...

Reversed, this man would know everything about his targets. He would know everything about Brandy.

Despite how bad the situation was, Shinichi found himself offering a weak smile. "I'm not Brandy. You of all people can tell, right?"

"The you I know is called Gin." He wanted to show something to back up his story, but he didn't have anything... "Brandy is the me you know, right?"

"I'm not him, but I'll come with you anyway." "You can search me, too. I don't have any weapons."

#dcmk #detective conan #black org week

[day0walkersdrafts]

Nick; Lodge Info

Nick with 141

- Ghost and Nick are friends!!! They were friends (somehow) before this all started, and are still friends. It’s built upon mutual respect, and I like to think they get together and drink and eat meals and gossip like old men.

- Otherwise, Price, Gaz and Soap are all sort of just acquaintances to Nick. He has neither good nor bad feelings toward them really. Probably gets along with Price the best out of them because he’s older. Soap is not his vibe; too loud. Gaz is a very sweet boy who Nick obviously prefers to Soap, but still. He mostly keeps to himself.

Nick with Your OC’s

- Durga is Nick’s Best Friend. There is no exaggeration!!! He thinks she fucking hung the moon! They also get together (probably with Ghost) and absolutely gossip and sniff and are mightier than thou. I want to say out of everyone, he spends the most time with her. It’s a respectful, loving friendship that he does not taint with His Penis.

- Birke would be irresistibly sexy to Nick lmao skdfjdskg she’s so fucking competent and useful and head strong and confident and he’s like Ah. Mon Dieu. How should I say.....Let Me Finger You. I’m sorry Birke, but also consider he probably brings her freshly baked bread too. Either way, they are definitely people who get along.

- Haddie also is someone Nick would be very drawn to. He’s a romantic at heart and so he’s very enamored by her. I think maybe it would be a platonic relationship, unless she initiates because he is probably very Respectful of her. Also, it kills me to my very soul, but he likes to linger with her the most because the kids are around and he....he misses his daughter........

- Could absolutely see Houdini and Nick sleeping together too. I think he’d be really drawn to the whole....shrouded in mystery vibe she has going on. I’m sure they have a very lovely, friendly relationship outside of that because Nick is very polite all of the time and once again, freshly baked bread heueheueh

- Nick is probably a little wary of Sunshine only because she (like Soap) is So Bright. Vivacious, loving, caring, gentle and kind. He is always a little nervous around these types because it tends to highlight how Not That he is. But I think he’d be very soft and sweet to her, if not a little uncomfortable at times. Warms up after a while, but for a little bit is constantly eying her and wondering when she snaps and kills everyone. killer bunny.....

- There’s like 6 different lines of poetry on my blog about how Nick feels on Adler...........that’s his wife......he dies at her feet....He kisses her every single day. Also, as far as threesomes with his wife goes, he’s having as many as he can in this AU. You ever wanted to sleep with Adler? Congrats, Nick is now involved and he’s making sure you give her more orgasms than you get. 

- Dancer is another that Nick is slightly off put by. So loud and charming and kind. He’s a little skittish around these types of men, BUT Dancer is Ghost’s friend--and Nick Loves Ghost. So he sort of warms to Dancer a little, but occasionally isn’t sure how to interact with him. Pats him awkwardly on the shoulder. Pets him under his dog chin. Throws a bone and then runs away before Dancer can bring it back.

- Carrie is very Daughter Shaped to Nick (shes blond). He pats her head softly and when she throws up gross stuff, he tells her she’s doing amazing. You’re doing amazing, sweetie! Finds her very endearing, but much like every other Happy Character, he finds himself not getting Too Close because it always highlights how awful he actually is.

- Whew. I’m grasping Dutch’s hand tightly. Peril is Catnip to Nick. He wants to be their friend and he also wants to (redacted) (the redacted part says he wants to put his Dick in Peril’s Mouth I’m sorry!!!!!). Mostly I think besides Durga/Adler/Ghost, Peril is one that Nick can find himself getting along with. But I also think something about Peril really pulls deep from that very Must Fucking Tease You side of him. So he’s constantly retracting his claws in an effort not to drag Peril off to his and Adler’s bedroom and (fully redacted I shant even say the things Nick is trying to get Peril to do with his wife)

KorTac

- SOMEONE has to find König unnerving and that someone is Nick. While he...appreciates this new lease on life and the fact that he is with his wife now; he finds this all very....scary. He’s never saying it aloud, never taking this for granted. But König is frightening to him. He definitely pays his due with respects tho. Also is far too into it when König fucks his wife fjsldakgjg

- Aksel and Horangi are good with Nick. I’m obviously bias because Nick’s originally from KorTac, but I think he gets along well with them. He likes when Aksel is a big musk ox and he gets to pet under his chin and Aksel is in heaven. Horangi is also Nick’s little Protector. He circles around Nick and then settles in for a big tiger nap at his feet. Nick gives his ears little pets.

#lodge au