#mike quietly saying “That's the point ev''

[and-stir-the-stars]

I'm still thinking about Plush Mike trying so desperately to fill the void left by 'real' Mike and being so confused and scared and sad that nothing he tries works. Growing more frustrated but trying his hardest not to let it show so he won't upset Evan. But sometimes it slips out, like when he asks Evan why he even misses his brother in the first place, he was horrible, is real Mike even someone worth missing? Evan lamenting the fact he's alone and Plush Mike saying in a soft voice, "I'm here."

this reminds me of something I've had in my notes app forever (actually it's been in there so long I deleted it at one point, but thankfully there was still a few days left before it vanished forever and I managed to retrieve it, lol)

(In my head, this dialogue took place after Evan started crying and scratching at his arms or hitting his fists against his head because he was overwhelmed by his feelings. Or, however a ghost might hurt themself to deal with overstimulation, since... they, yk, probably don't have bodies that respond to pain... idk, that's why I deleted it).

I liked the idea of (plush) Mike saying/implying bad things about Evan’s older brother because, like you said, he doesn't view himself as someone worth missing and Evan would be way happier if he just forgot him (Mike). But Evan *snaps* at him because that's HIS brother, and this stupid little plush doesn't get to talk about his Mikey like that because Evan still loves him so much and he really is guilty that Mike is dead (even if that guilt is greatly over shadowed by the agony and frustration Evan feels about being abandoned and hurt by Mike again, and by his lack of awareness of HOW he hurt/killed Mike).

I imagine it would be really weird for the epitome of self-loathing that is Michael Afton to hear Evan so vehemently defending him, especially after Evan was the reason he died. Mike's fear (of Evan hurting him and of himself somehow hurting Evan again) really does have to be strong to overcome his need to keep Evan safe and happy and the temptation that is Evan defending him is a good sign.

Now I'm imagining Plushie Mike trying to give Evan "human lessons" as a way of ensuring that he can eventually be safe to reveal himself to Evan if Mike can ever manage to trust himself enough to not accidentally crush Evan again. Mike trying really hard to get a being that doesn't understand physical pain anymore and died too young to get a fully developed sense of empathy (on top of being driven basically insane from trauma and isolation) to understand what things will and won't hurt a human.

"Actually, Evan, if you rip a human's arm off like you just did to me, it hurts, and it'll make humans lose a lot of blood. Humans need their blood INSIDE of their bodies, okay?"

"Okay, you can't throw someone against a wall if they don't want to play a certain game with you. Like, do you remember when I asked if you wanted to play hide and seek yesterday, and you said you didn't feel like playing something that requires a lot of moving? I didn't know you were feeling really tired when I asked if you wanted to play. Sometimes, people have needs and feelings you don't know about. You have to respect that; it doesn't mean that they don't like you anymore."

"okay you definitely CANNOT lock someone in a cabinet drawer if you don't want to listen to them talk anymore. No one other than me would fit, first off. Second, that's just rude. I don't care if your brother did it to you sometimes; that doesn't make it right. It was WRONG."

#maybe evan is so far gone that no matter what mike tries he can't get evan to relate to or understand the concept of physical pain #not knowing what else to do he tries getting evan to think really hard about how he felt when his big brother abandoned him here #evan does try to listen but he quickly starts crying and saying he doesn't want to because “it hurts'' #mike quietly saying “That's the point ev'' #i imagine evan would get frustrated and overwhelmed by the Human Lessons very quickly #dire consequences au #tw self harm #tw self-harm

[ironbatpaperturtle]

HEAVEN'S UNSPOKEN ROYAL FAMILY???? (Adam, Micheal and Emily) don't do this to me it's so cute

I think it works so well, like:

The few, if not the one thing, that he ever considered good about his banishment from Eden, was his kids. It was his primary purpose, to bring life into the world, so of course he misses being a parent. He loved his kids to death, even Cain. Even when he bashed the skull of his brother, he forgave him quietly and loved him. That factor made him slightly hesitant to just let Eve go alone because he could raise his kids once again, but he favored a life of leisure more so he let's her go. Doesn't mean that a part of him doesn't wish he left so he could have his children again.

Time goes on an eventually he acends with Micheal. Micheal, while emotionally stunted, does notice Adam's melancholy and somewhere coerces Adam to tell him why. Either because it's a really sensitive spot or maybe Adam doesn't really care, he tells Mike that he wishes to raise a kid. Chocks it down for his original purpose was to father humanity.

Adam has crazy baby fever. It's bad. When Micheal let's Adam peek at earth life, he notices that Adam looks longingly down. At first, Mike thought he regretted leaving Eve alone but then later realizes Adam really was just looking at Eve being a mother and was sadly looking at the children.

Micheal takes that in and let's it marinate in him. At the same time, Emily's existence is being considered. I wanna think that Emily's purpose was to maybe fill in Lucifur's role once he fell, so they worked on her.

Micheal is brought in to help plan her existence. Current angels are made adults almost immediately but when Mike looks down on the plan, he has this epiphany.

Micheal: we should make her into a baby

Sera: What?

Micheal:... I think it would do us good... if we raise her... she could learn her role properly... get tuned to her dominion (I think that was happiness and joy) After all, kids are born very 'happy'. They're the most pure then

Sera: I see your point... but who would raise her Micheal?

Micheal:... Adam

Seras catching on and so do the other angels but they let it slide for Micheals gods fav rn and they love Adam, gods purest being.

So Emily is made and then Micheal brings her to Adam.

When Adam sees her, he latches on. Boy he immediately loved her. Mix of the baby fever and the familiarity of Emily.

In the previous timeline, he might have loved her as his own. Just a bit. But she was already an adult with a duty so the feelings of wanting to parent her were snuffed.

But Adam loved baby Emily immediately and raised her well. With Micheal of course.

Adam takes Emily everywhere and coddles her. Mike, even in heaven, is Adam's gaurdian angel, dedicated to his happiness, by extent becomes Emily's gaurdian as well. He grows to love her like a father, he just doesn't recognize it yet. He'd definitely destroy all of hell though if anything happened to her.

Both don't claim to be her parents, they even deny it sometimes, but the way they both coddles Emily does not help with the allegations

The first angels, know for a fact that Adam and Micheal are not her bio parents, but the newer one just assume bcz they are EVERYWHERE together. But the general census amongst the angels is that, yes, they are a family, if not heavens secret not so secret royal family.

I think this would also make Emily more nuanced to the exterminations. Her father Micheal is a warrior of Justice who is dedicated to the lord so he says his piece about justice being served correctly. Adam would off-handly talk about sinners and how many deserve that fate bcz that's just right. It's never a real conversation, just off handed comments, but it does feeder the idea that the sinners of hell are being given just punishment, no matter what happens to them.

Also they're dynamic this this:

Emily: sunshine child who is a bit spoiled

Adam: surprisingly naggy but doting mom

Micheal: lost father who does not know what's going on half the time but loves both to death and is wrapped around their finger

ANON YOU'RE TOO CREATIVEE

#Adam's Time travel era #michael x adam #hazbin hotel adam #emily hazbin hotel #guitarhero

[hawkinsp0st]

i present to you: byler getting murray’d but gently, quietly, urgently, at the end of the world.

it’s practically the apocalypse and the gang is spending long nights at murray’s planning their final attack on 001. mike and will don’t leave each other’s side, and murray finds them several times at 4am, still sitting at his kitchen table, sneaking glances at each other or brushing fingers while they draw up blueprints for their plan, crumpling papers of failed ideas and tossing them at each other playfully, brushing knees, speaking in hushed tones, clinging to each other for hope.

murray goes into the kitchen for a glass of water late one night and he overhears mike, to will: “i’d do anything to keep you safe. no, will, don’t argue with me. anything. i’m not letting you go out there.” murray tries his best not to eavesdrop but he can feel the pangs in mike’s heart from several feet away. murray peeks his head around. the two boys’ hands are interlocked on top of the table—more specifically, both of mike’s hands are over one of will’s as will uses his other hand to sketch out a plan, presumably the one mike is arguing against, one that puts will at the center of the action.

as mike speaks, murray sees how will holds onto every word. how, when mike speaks, will hears. he gets through to him. and the way will’s eyes glisten… god, has murray seen that look before.

will yawns and finally leaves the table to go to bed—they’ve all been crashing on various pieces of murray’s furniture in the depths of pure exhaustion—nodding to murray on his way out, and mike just sits there, taking a sip of water, exhausted, but leg bouncing, nervous energy thrumming. he feels a hand touch his shoulder and jumps.

“wha—murray! shit, you scared me.”

“yeah. and you’re scaring me.”

“hmm?” mike blinks.

“look. this isn’t going to be easy to hear. hawkins is a closed-minded place. but this?” murray gestures to the red lightning flashing outside his window. they’re used to this now, in hawkins. “this is bigger than hawkins.”

“yeah, i—“ mike furrows his brow slightly. “murray, i know that. this could be the end of life as we know it.” mike’s eyes are fixed on the chair across from him now, where will had been sitting.

“you don’t get it, wheeler. what you two have?” murray points between mike and will’s empty chair. “it’s our only hope.”

mike looks up at him now, wordless. because what else could mike possibly say?

murray sits next to mike. “whatever you do… whatever happens, mike? don’t ever let him go. not for a second.”

mike nods somberly. “i know. i’ve made that mistake before.”

murray shakes his head. “no, no. this is different. you know what i’m trying to say.”

mike blinks. “i’m not sure i do.”

murray sighs, hand back on mike’s shoulder, firm, because this really is life-or-death: “when you tell that boy that you love him, how you love him, he’ll be our most powerful asset. with your love, he won’t be contained.”

mike gulps.

“listen. mike. we all know how special he is. but when you’re with him, he believes it.”

mike’s eyes start to water.

“and that look in his eyes, mike? when he looks at you? when i see that, i start to believe, for the first time in two years, that we’re actually going to make it out of. this. thing. alive.”

mike looks terrified, disheartened. “i don’t want him in danger.”

“i know. me neither. and you’re the only one who can really protect him. he will listen to you, wheeler, in a way he won’t listen to his other friends or even his mother.”

another red flash of lighting outside, then a loaded crash of thunder.

“mike… you might not be the smartest person i know—“

“hey!”

“—but i know you’re not stupid. you know what you have to do. don’t do it for me. do it for him.” murray points toward the room where will went to sleep, and gets up with his glass of water. “he needs you. goodnight, mike.”

mike sits up higher, and his leg stops bouncing. he does know.

•••

and if the next morning, mike leads the gang into a secluded area of the woods, everyone following behind him except there’s will at his side, the two boys hand in hand, and announces, “here’s how we’re going to kill 001,” and he sees a glimmer of hope in everyone’s eyes for the first time in ages, he’ll know it was the right thing to do, telling will he’s in love at 5am under the crimson sky on murray’s fucking back porch, of all places.

the paladin and the cleric, heroes again, march into battle.

#switched between murray & mike’s pov bc idc there are no rules #murray’d #byler #byler ficlet #byler fanfic #apocalypse byler >>>

[shares-a-vest]

Christmas Night, 1996

Eddie pads into the living room and sighs. 

"No, no, no, no!" he stage-whispers to himself as he heads for the couch.

Steve is already asleep, quietly snoring on the couch that he’d made as a makeshift bed for the night - arms folded over himself, leg hanging over the edge. Eddie rolls his eyes, thinking he should have known better, he was always going to doze off the second his pretty head hit the pillow (or couch cushion). And of course, he wasn’t under the covers, nor had he removed his glasses and hearing aid.

He must have dozed off after seeing their daughter, Joanie, to bed. She crashed completely after a Christmas Day filled with far too many presents and endless food. Coupled with the excitement leading up to Christmas and a very sleepless Christmas Eve, Joanie was fast asleep, unlikely to stir until late tomorrow morning (at least, late for her endless toddler energy).

Thankfully, their three-year-old had gone off to bed without a fuss, her only request being that Wayne’s blow-up mattress be in her room (which her doting Pa unquestionably agreed to). Steve had insisted that Robin and Nancy sleep in their freshly-made bed, hence the couch set up. They were finally sleeping too after a late phone call to Mike where the pair (quite tipsy) teased him for falling for hosting the Wheeler parents for Christmas.

Eddie perches on the edge of the couch. He can't help but run his finger along Steve's jawline and smile. Ever the light sleeper, Steve huffs, his breath puffing his fringe as he squirms around.

"Steve?"

"Mhmmf."

"Stevie, sweetie," he coos, brushing his hair from his face. "Sugarplum, muffin, honey-baby-sweetums."

Steve whines before his eyes shoot open.

"Eds," he says, panicked.

"Hey, it's alright," he whispers, holding his arms to stop him from flailing about with worry.

"Well, why did you wake me up?" he whines, sounding exactly like Joanie after waking up from dozing off during car trips. He attempts to roll over so he's facing the back of the couch but Eddie stops him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"But, Steve - "

"What is it?" he insists, settling on his back and looking very tired. And grumpy.

"Stevie, I can't wait, I'm going to lose my mind over here," he laughs nervously, rubbing his palms on his sweatpants.

"Eds, I'll have to take a rain check on your naughty present. I'm too tired. Plus, we are sleeping on the couch - "

"Which was your idea!" he retorts.

He can’t help himself - arguing the point about the Christmas sleeping arrangements. He’d always considered himself a chivalrous gentleman but drew the line at being personally inconvenienced. He tugs on Steve’s sleeve, eliciting a series of grumbles as he slowly moves to sit up with Eddie's help. Eddie straightens up his glasses and grabs the spare blanket they'd set aside for themselves from the foot of the couch.

"You stay here, all cute and snuggly," he says, tucking the blanket tight around a frowning Steve before cupping his jaw and kissing him softly.

He resumes his seat after retrieving what he needed (tucked away in his work bag, the last of many hiding spots) and smiles. Steve looks him over, wide eyes glistening in the lights of the Christmas tree as he starts breathing heavily. Eddie realises he was probably expecting him to come back with his acoustic for some Christmas night serenading.

"Steve Harrington," he begins, holding out a small black box with a gold ribbon.

Steve looks down, letting out a sobbing gasp. He pinches his nose like he always does when he's trying not to cry. But it doesn't work. Tears fall and he removes his glasses as his bottom lip wobbles. He stares at the box in Eddie’s hand for a moment, eyes reddening as tears fall.

"Don’t cry, darling," Eddie soothes, brushing a hand through his hair again.

"I cry about everything these days, Eddie," he chokes before taking a deep breath and exhaling shakily through his mouth.

"Steve, it goes without saying," he chuckles as he fumbles to untie the ribbon and open the box. "Will you marry me?"

Steve just hurriedly nods and gulps. It isn’t perfect, but Eddie needs to comfort him real quick, so he takes Steve’s left hand - with a yank and a tight grip more than anything graceful. The ring is a simple gold band with their initials engraved on the inside, nothing too flashy. Steve still enjoys toying with Eddie’s rings but he only ever wears them as long as they are seated side by side and he is fidgeting.

"I didn't think you were going to do this," Steve says quietly through sniffles. "Or else I would have!"

"Beat you to it, big boy."

"I just figured," he starts, slumping back on the couch. "We can't legally get married..."

He shrugs and chews his lip. It's not like they haven't talked about marriage. And Steve's still a little old-fashioned with some things so Eddie knows he desperately wishes they could get married for real. Especially after they had Joanie.

"Since when do we follow rules?"

Steve extends his hand and looks the ring over. His sniffling starts up again.

"And we've broken a few laws," he says, gulping back tears.

"Hmm, yes, I recall."

Steve chuckles and pulls at Eddie to sit on his lap. He nuzzles into his neck and giggles.

"Why did I insist that Nance and Robin take our room!" he laments, voice muffled.

"Ha!" Eddie says, clenching a fist in victory. "You admit it!"

Steve kisses him, probably to shut him up and not wake the rest of the household.

(this was technically a sequel to THIS fic, but seeing as I ended up writing a quick little ficlet, it wasn't crucial to read so I'm just linking at the end 🎄🎄🎄)

#steddie christmas engagement brainrot #*throws another one at you - all wrapped up in the gaudiest christmas paper you can think of #sometimes eddie just runs through every pet name he has for steve in one go #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie christmas #steddie ficlet #trans eddie munson #steddie as girl-dads

[eskawrites]

next chapter of our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories is up! and boy was 1989 a rough year for everybody

“Cool.” She can hear Max’s smile through the phone. She doesn’t even try to hide it or brush it off, like she would when she was a kid. “I’ll let you go. Take care of yourself, Nance, okay?” Max’s confidence—her seemingly effortless good mood, so different from the way she acted on New Year’s Eve—startles her. For a moment, she lets herself fall into it. She imagines picking up the phone and calling more often, or making a point of seeing Max every time she’s in New York. Calling Dustin, too, and Steve. Calling Robin. Making time for all of them the way they all used to. She thinks about Mike and Lucas hanging out at the party, pictures movie nights and game nights with everyone, imagines a group of friends that is as easy and wonderful and loving as it had once been. She can hear it in Max’s voice, and she wonders what happened at her birthday party to make her believe in all of that again, too. “Yeah,” she says eventually, her voice a little pinched, because how in the world is she supposed to respond to the quiet contentment in Max’s voice? She shakes her head and adds, quietly, “You too.”

#nancy pov #celebrity fake dating au #ronance #ronance fic #stranger things fic

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 24 - Sy

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 23 -- Part 25

Pairing: Sy x trans!ofc (Alicia)

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (m and f receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), an interesting case (if I do say so myself) of phone-moaning (look it up if you have to). Brief mention of transphobic parents and mention of (child) abuse.

ETA: PLEASE, if I missed any tags/warnings, let me know. (Always let me know, but let me know for this one in particular. It's way more likely I accidentally missed something that can be triggering for someone here.)

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: I'm on the verge of having a panic attack over posting this. Not because I think it's bad - I personally love this chapter - but because Sy is such a crowd favorite and I'm a little nervous about how this will be received. Also: Liz is the first trans character I've written at this point. So much research went into this, which is part of why I struggled with writing this so much. We're still horny on main, though, as always.

It's obviously a first for Sy, too, and he says some stupid shit - he also really likes this girl, which doesn't help with foot-in-mouth-disease, obviously. Bear with him, please.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @summersong69 @peaches1958 @fvckinghenrycavill @keanureevesisbae @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos

Charles punched a guy. We’d all love to get through a night out - or in, apparently - without something like that happening, but it doesn’t seem to be in the cards for us. That said, I think he was right to do it, and if I’d been within arms reach of the guy, he’d have had me to deal with, too. Harassing Dani was wrong, but to do it right in front of our eyes… That’s just plain stupid. When everyone’s back to their business, I turn back to Alicia and watch her as she takes a sip of her beer. 

“What?” she asks. 

“Nothing,” I say. I huff quietly when I hear myself speak. Little too much emphasis on that ‘g’ at the end. I’m hiding my accent. I like this girl. 

I first noticed it when I talked to Mike after the chaotic house meeting from a few days ago. I say ‘chaotic’, but it wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for us. It’s not our fault! Who puts eight guys our age in a house and calls it a day? Anyway, he told me one of Dani’s roommates wanted to find out if Dani had been lying about my… Let’s go with ‘skills’. Apparently, the review was pretty good. Now, I’ve seen Sloane. She’s on the hockey team, and I normally wouldn’t dream of passing up an opportunity like that, but I just… Couldn’t care less, to be honest. And then Liz texted me and Mike caught me grinning at my phone like an idiot. Which he pointed out while also grinning like an idiot. And now here we are. 

“Say that again,” she teases. Fuck, I’m busted. How about I don’t answer her, and just shake my head instead? Will that work? “I like the way you talk, Sy.” 

There’s a hint of a drawl to her voice. It’s definitely subtle, but it’s there. At first I wonder if she’s messing with me, but when she asks where I’m from, I have my answer. She’s not mocking me, she’s from Georgia. Which my stepfather would say is even worse, but I stopped listening to him right around the time I turned six. The longer we talk, the clearer her accent becomes. Makes me wonder when she lost it. And why. Takes me a while longer than I care to admit to ask her that… 

“My aunt from New York took me in when I was twelve,” she answers. “Parents kicked me out for… You know… What about you? What made you move away?” It doesn’t bother me that she doesn’t finish her sentence, because I have a perfectly good idea of what she would have said if she had. I feel like everybody would have known. When Mikey found out Liz and I were texting, he asked me if I knew. I told him I did. Then he asked me if I cared, and I told him I didn’t. I meant what I said. 

“The short version is that I tried to hit ma’s scumbag boyfriend back, hit ma instead. Can’t come home unless I apologize to him. Which I ain’t gonna do.”

“Ouch, you win. More beer?” She’s on her way to the kitchen before I can even answer. 

Now that I’ve got nothing else to do, I look around the room. Charles has disappeared - probably with Sloane - and Leon is still chatting up Ariel, Dani’s other roommate. They seem to know each other, which means she might be the same Ariel he always competes with to be first in his class. Marshall is up to something that involves Vivienne Chase. I know the type. We all do. I know Marshall has referred to her as a ‘puck bunny’ before. He seemed pretty annoyed by her at the time. Guess that’s over now. I don’t know what’s been bugging him, but it can’t be good. I reckon there’s an eighty percent chance that this ain’t the way to solve it, either, but it’s none of my business, and I’m gonna treat it that way. 

Alicia and I play a few more rounds of horrible childhood bingo, until people around us start counting down. It’s a countdown to a first kiss I’m shockingly nervous about. Luckily, she’s braver than I am, putting her bottle down while reaching for mine. Then, when that’s put to the side as well, pulling me closer to her by hooking her fingers into the pockets of my jeans. I expected to not have to lower my head: she’s nearly six feet tall. What I didn’t expect was that I’d be looking up slightly. She’s wearing heels, too, fucking hell. It takes everything I’ve got to keep with a certain level of decency. Yes, practically everyone in this room is doing the same thing I am, but that don’t mean… Alright, she doesn't seem to care about propriety half as much as I do. 

“I’ve got a perfectly nice room upstairs, with a lot less prying eyes.” Why am I not surprised she’s coming with me?

Goddamn, this girl can kiss. I’m already dizzy, and something just tells me I ain’t seen nothing yet. The way she’s clawing at my back makes me think she likes it rough. I don’t mind it one bit: I ain’t exactly built to be gentle. She moans loudly when I pin her against the door. Her dress was already creeping up her thighs when I walked her upstairs, but is now only inches away from exposing that gorgeous ass completely - I didn’t let her go first on the stairs for no goddamn reason, and now that we’re in private, whatever fabric stands between me and that ass is frustrating me to no end. 

“Hm, eager,” she chuckles as my hands push her dress up further. I groan as she makes a point of grinding her hips against mine. 

“Well, you’re a hot piece of ass, so…” She laughs when I pull her away from the door, towards my bed. 

That dress comes off easily, but not before she pulls my shirt over my head. That look in her eyes as they glide over my chest, the way she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth… This chick is driving me fucking nuts. I enjoy the way she looks at me for a while too long, apparently, because she reaches behind her back to undo her bra and tosses it aside. Now it’s my turn to stare and her turn to revel in the attention. ‘Great tits.’ That’s it. That’s the only thought I have. Anything else, my brain just refuses to process - like the ringing of her phone, which I hear faintly in the background somewhere. The only reason I know I’m not making it up, is because I watch her pull it out of the purse she dropped next to my bed, and hang up on whoever is on the other end. Other than that faint notion, that rack is really my whole world right now. Fucking magnetic. I mean it. It’s as if gravity in this room has somehow shifted, and everything is now pulled towards her chest. Alright, maybe not everything, but God knows I am, for sure. 

The few quick kisses on her neck are out of a kind of twisted courtesy - pure pretense, to separate myself from a fucking caveman by a hair or two. As much as I hate to admit it, all I really want right now is to get more closely acquainted with these boobs. They’re far from the biggest I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t say they’re the nicest, either - although they’re definitely up there. But, damn, I’d be lying if I said there had ever been a pair I’d been more curious about. I have a strong feeling she won’t appreciate it if I say something about that, but unfortunately there just ain’t enough blood going to my brain right now for me to think straight…

“Can’t believe these are fake.” Once I realize what I’ve said, I look up at her like a deer in headlights. 

“No worries, you’re good,” Alicia laughs when she sees my face. “I mean… They are fake.”

“How ‘bout I just try ‘n’ keep quiet from now on?” It’s gonna be tough, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if I accidentally say something really stupid and ruin this.

“Oh no. They say you’ve got a dirty mouth. I wanna hear it.” That’s all good ‘n' well, but I’m gonna keep my mouth otherwise occupied for the time being. I sincerely hope she won’t mind.

My nerves about saying something stupid end up on the back burner when her phone rings again. I fucking hope it's a protective friend or something.

"Jesus, who keeps callin' ya?" This is the third time in ten minutes. I gave it a pass the first two, but now… Why doesn’t she turn the damn thing off?

"My ex," she groans. Not what a man wants to hear, honestly. The phone stops buzzing for a minute, and then it picks up right where it left off with call number four. The good news is that she seems as annoyed as I am. The bad news is that continuous phone calls from the ex of the girl you're trying to nail are a really effective boner killer. Liz sighs and hangs up again, while I give up on trying to ignore this issue. 

"Bad breakup?" I ask lightly, barely taking my lips off her skin. I'm fixing to get as much quality time with these tits as I possibly can, ex be damned. 

"The worst," she groans. "She cheated." There's two words in that sentence, and I have no clue which one confuses me more. 

"Cheated? On you? Now that's just stupid." She laughs in reply - a sound that turns into a moan when I bite down on her nipple. 

I’m a little disappointed when one of her hands reaches for my chin and pulls me back up. I was having a great time! Must’ve looked sad, too, because she laughs and looks at me with feigned pity in her eyes before kissing me. I wonder if that’s the only great way she has to cheer me up… My hands continue their exploration. It’s almost impossible to move on from her boobs, but I eventually make it further down, and my hand finds its way between her legs. Hm. 

"Sy," Liz has clearly picked up on my… surprise? Is that the right word? It's a good thing there’s a hint of a chuckle to her voice, because I'm just confused at this point. 

"Yeah?"

"This vagina was brought to you by the wonders of modern medicine. Doesn't get as wet as you’re probably used to." That actually explains a lot - and nowhere near enough. It sounds like lube would fix most of that problem, and I have some, so we’re good there. Thing is: it tastes horrible. Luckily, Liz manages to solve my dilemma before my indecisiveness really gets to me. 

“I’ve heard too many good things about that allegedly incredible head game of yours,” she says coyly. I chuckle as a grin spreads on my face. Knowing her expectations are high should probably make me more nervous than I already am, but it doesn’t. I know what the girls I’ve been with say about me, and I take pride in that particular skill. Does that make me a cocky jerk sometimes? Absolutely. They don’t seem to care when they’re screaming my name, so why should I?

I kiss my way down Alicia’s body. Slowly. I may be impatient but I enjoy teasing ‘em a little too much to skip that part… She clearly disagrees, trying everything in her power to push me down faster. It’s cute, and it makes me laugh. 

“Ain’t gonna work, sugar,” I say in between kisses pressed to her stomach. “The more you try, the longer I’m gonna drag this out. Be good for me, okay?” She agrees - reluctantly - meaning I can continue my journey south. 

Not being able to use my hands is going to be a challenge. One I’ll gladly accept, that’s for sure, but a challenge nonetheless. It takes me a minute to find something she likes. Thank God she’s not shy! Actually, she’s pretty loud, which is fantastic. I love a woman who just offers up the intel on what she likes unprompted. Makes me look like I know what I’m doing, because… well… I’ll know what I’m doing. She’s all moans and whimpers and ‘right there’-s and breaths hitching as my fingertips dig into her hips. Her hand is on the back of my head, pulling me closer to her… I can’t wipe this smug grin off my face - she’s gonna cum in no time.

Fuck! That goddamn phone again! I stop what I’m doing, raise myself up on my elbows and look at Liz. 

“Pick up the phone,” I growl. I’m done with this bullshit. 

“What?” Liz asks me, slightly dazed. I understand her confusion, but I’m seriously over this. 

“Pick up the goddamn phone,” I repeat. My grin widens as I watch Alicia accept the call and put the phone to her ear. 

“Kelly. Hi," she says. She’s clearly not happy to even speak to her. Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna try my best to make this the best phone call they ever had. I can’t help but chuckle as my mouth finds its way back to where it was a minute ago, and goes right back to doing exactly what it was doing before we were so rudely interrupted. When I look up, Alicia stares back at me, eyes wide with shock, begging me… to keep going. 

“Eh, no. I - ah - I’m not home.” She’s trying hard to keep her voice steady, I’m trying hard to break her. Neither of us have it easy right now. And ultimately we’re both still playing for the same side. 

“Why do you even give a - fuck!” Honestly? Nice timing. Kelly’s voice - which I can barely make out from where I am - starts to sound more agitated. Apparently, the answer to that question is a long one, because Kelly keeps talking for a while. That gives me just the right amount of time to really drive Liz nuts. 

“It’s literally - hng - none of your business - hmm - what I’m doing,” Liz suddenly snaps. “Or who I’m doing.” I almost choke on my own spit when she adds that last bit. 

“Because we broke up, remember? Jesus.” There’s no way she can last long now. 

“Kelly, seriously, stop bothering m-oh my god, Sy!” It’s a good thing she can’t see my face, because I’m grinning like crazy.  

“That was fun,” I tease when I lie down next to her again. “Turn that thing off.”

“I doubt she’ll be calling back,” Alicia says, but she turns her phone off anyway before turning to me. “You really are as good as they say.” 

It’s a reputation I never asked for, but I can’t say I mind having it. And I certainly don’t mind honing my craft, so to speak. Besides… most girls are willing to trade good head for good head - in my personal experience, at least. I can't complain about that. 

Her fingers leave goosebumps on my skin wherever they move - and they move absolutely everywhere but the place I actually want them in, while she kisses me fiercely. It’s far too easy to lose myself in her touch, especially when she finally does go where I need her most. 

I’m prepared for the soft gasp I hear when she wraps her fingers around my cock - anything else there is to notice gets lost in the sensation of her lips all over my chest and abs as she makes her way down. Her tongue feels amazing as she slowly swirls it around the tip of my cock before taking me all the way down with no issues. 

I'm staring. I know I am, and I don't give a damn. It's been a while since I've been this impressed with a girl's skills. Fuck me, she's good. Her eyes are on me the whole time she's down there, slobbering all over my dick - pardon my French - and I'm in absolute heaven. Until… 

"Whoa!" Those fingers are headed directly where no man - or woman, for that matter - has gone before. Not on me, at least. 

"What's the problem, Sy?"

I curse softly under my breath and pray Geralt isn't listening in. "I'd say somethin' along the lines of me not bein' used to a girl tryin'a stick a finger up my ass," I mumble. Judging from the grin on her face, she heard perfectly. She slowly climbs up until she's lying next to me again. 

"I strongly recommend that you give it a try," she says in a sultry tone, with eyes that put 98 percent of pornstars to shame. 

"Normally I'd ask ya why I should trust a girl on this," I sigh, "but I reckon you would know…" 

"First-hand experience," she replies. I don't know what it is, but something about this is intriguing. 

"Is it good?" I ask carefully. I'm not saying I will… just that… I might.

"Like you wouldn't believe," she purrs in my ear. That's it, I'm blaming her. It's her. She is impossible to resist. 

"Alright, I'll bite," I say, and I can't believe my own ears. "I'll try it." She's made me fucking curious. Dammit. Oh well. If I don't like it, I don't ever gotta do it again, right?

"Told ya," she grins. I'm still dizzy. That was hands down the best fucking orgasm of my entire life. Fucking hell. And there she is: smug smirk firm on her face, and soft lips torturing my earlobe.

"Gimme a break, sugar," I moan softly as I gently pull her head away from my face by her hair. She seems to like that. 

"That good, huh?" Yeah, yeah, missy, you're awfully proud of yourself. Well… she's not wrong. It really was that good. 

"Yeah," I sigh. "But why not go for the… more traditional…" What I want to know is why she didn't…

"You want to know why I didn't let you stick me." That would be one way of putting it, yes. 

She takes a deep breath and looks at me.

“Cards on the table, Sy: There’s no way you’re gonna fit,” she says. Are my eyes deceiving me or does she look embarrassed by that? 

“Alright, that explains that,” I say, pulling her into a hug. 

“You’re not disappointed?” she asks, her voice as full of disbelief as the expression on her face. I shrug. Of course not! Why would I be? 

“Nah.” It’s the truth, however hard that may be for her to believe. It’s not even the first time this has happened. You never know what the reaction is going to be when girls first find out what you’re blessed with. At this point, I’ve seen everything from nerves to sheer terror to excitement - sometimes on the same face, within the same minute. This ain’t nothing new to me. But it bothers her. And it bothers me that it bothers her. 

“Hey,” I say as I put a finger under her chin and make her look at me, “I’m okay with it if we don’t have sex.” That’s not what I should have said, but I hope she doesn’t jump on it…

“We are having sex,” she says, one eyebrow raised. Fuck. 

“Yeah… I know that. Sherlock pointed that out a few days ago, I’m just… I’m still… adjusting my vocabulary.” The grin on her face spreads slowly while I scramble for words, and I glare at her. 

“I’m sorry, Sy, I shouldn’t be teasing you like this,” she laughs. 

“No,” I reply, “you shouldn’t. You’ll have to make it up to me.”

“Well, there’s always anal,” she says. There’s no way she doesn’t actually hear the record-scratch in my brain. That whole thing came out a little too point-blank for her to be joking. I think. At the same time, I’m not even sure she said what I think she said. I have to have made that up, right? There’s no way… 

“What?” I blurt out. And lo and behold: She repeats herself. There it is again. ‘There’s always anal.’ She really said that. Alright.

“Hold on… Your pussy can’t handle me, but your ass can?” I don’t mean to sound as surprised - or crude - as I do, but I can’t help it. This is very… counterintuitive to me. To say the least. 

“The downside of designer pussy is that it doesn’t really… stretch easily,” she says softly. I can’t stop myself from letting out a chuckle when she says ‘designer pussy’ - two words I’d probably never expected to hear that close to one another. 

“Hey, I’m not opposed to the idea,” I say. It would be another first for me. Definitely something I wouldn’t mind crossing off the list. But not tonight. Not after that blowjob - that's what we're gonna call it for now, I'm still getting comfortable with that other thing that happened. Not after that orgasm. Not after all those beers. She seems to understand perfectly.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asks. I look at her, completely confused.

"Literally not even one bit, darlin'. You're stayin' right here." 

#179cs #179 crescent street #henry cavill characters #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #syverson #captain syverson #syverson x ofc #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson smut #syverson x trans!ofc

[wonderlandleighleigh]

MidgeLenny Smut?

(Hello, Sunshine prequel, New Years Eve, 1961 into 62. Sexytimes ahoy)

She had almost made a mistake that night, nearly kissing Mike at Gordon's New Years' party. She hadn't even been thinking of him, though he's plenty handsome.

She'd been thinking of a man she had last seen in August, driving away from a sundrenched home in Beverly Hills, on her way back to the airport and New York and just...not him.

Midge had come very close to kissing Mike at midnight, but it felt wrong to lead someone on would always come in second.

She sighs as she opens up her quiet, empty apartment. Her parents and the kids are all at Moishe and Shirley's with Joel and Mei. Zelda has long gone home, and it's just her.

And she wonders if it always will be. Honestly, at this point it wouldn't surprise her very much. She and Lenny just have terrible timing, and it doesn't seem to be correcting itself, even now that he's been clean for six months. She happened upon a photo of him with a pretty, younger blonde girl a month ago in the gossip rags on Dinah's desk, and she'd been surprised, but she can't begrudge him some happiness with all he's been through.

It's just hard to swallow the idea of him finding that happiness with someone other than her.

Midge sheds her coat, and with it, she tries to shed that maudlin thought. Settling her handbag by the door and slipping out of her heels.

"That is a very sad look for such a funny lady."

She freezes without turning around. "Either I had way more to drink than I thought I did, or..."

"Or I flew three thousand miles to kiss you at midnight, only to get here and realize I had no idea where you would be, and so I bribed my way past your housekeeper to let me wait for you."

Midge finally turns around, tilting her head at him.

He looks good. Healthy, though a little disheveled from his flight. He's shed his suit jacket and tie, his hair is less styled than normal.

"What did you bribe Zelda with?" Midge asks, smiling at him.

"I did the dishes," Lenny shrugs.

She laughs a little and nods. "That works."

"Hello," Lenny says.

"Hi," Midge nods. "So. You came all the way here to kiss me at midnight."

"An attempt was made. I'm sorry it failed," he tells her.

"Don't you have a blonde in California you could have been kissing?" she asks lightly.

Lenny rolls his eyes deeply, letting his head hang back in annoyance. "Fuck's sake, you share one cigarette with one member of the opposite sex and the newspapers think you've stuck your dick in her. Come on, Midge. You know there's no one else."

"For me either," she says quietly after a moment. "I almost kissed someone else tonight, but...I didn't really want to."

He nods, leaning back against the doorframe, watching her. "I know I'm very late. It's no longer midnight so the symbolism is essentially null and void."

"Shut up and kiss me," Midge orders.

Lenny pushes himself off the doorframe, stepping slowly towards her, his hands settling on her hips as he kisses her. It's slow, and tender, and Midge feels the stress of her nigh melt away as she slips her hands into his hair, stoking gently.

Getting swept up in the feeling of him is easy, and they lose clothing on the way to her bedroom, until she's laying on the bed beneath him in the gray corset that went well with her silver dress.

"I've missed you so much," he murmurs as he reaches back to rid her of the corset before pressing kissing slowly down her torso.

Her fingers tangle in his hair against as he keeps shifting lower, and she shudders at the feel of his breath ghosting between her legs. "Fuck, Lenny, please," she blurts out in a whimper, earning her a little bite on the inside of her thigh.

The world narrows after that, to only the feeling of him, and the sounds of her own gasps, and when she finds release, it's hard, and loud, and it's mixed with his moans as he eases her through it.

"Oh my god," Midge breathes out, her hands stroking his hair lovingly.

"I take it you missed me, too," Lenny chuckles softly as he kisses her thigh before making his way back up her body.

She kisses him deeply while reaching into her bedside table for a condom, and before long, he's sliding into her, his thrusts slow and deliberate, kissing her as they move together.

Her body tenses as she climbs higher towards a second release, and his thrusts become more erratic as he nears his own. A deeply embarrassing whimper escapes her throat as she comes, and Lenny isn't far behind, moaning into her shoulder as he shudders.

They stay like that for a long while, her fingers tracing down his back as he nuzzles in against her neck.

"So hi," she says softly in his ear. "Welcome back to New York."

Lenny chuckles softly against her skin, kissing her there. "Happy New Year. I'm here for the next couple of days. I've got a couple of lawyer meetings but I though perhaps I could take you to dinner. Maybe bed you a couple of more times. Buy you a hot cocoa or something."

Midge smiles and holds him tightly. "I'll take what I can get."

#fic #au #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #tmmm #Hello Sunshine #Come into my life #in honesty it's been a while #since we had reason yet to smile #so come on sunshine

[mimine666]

I saw a few months / years ago a post on Tumblr with this picture. It started inspiring me. And then, I passed in front of a Swaroski where they had kind of the same thing in display. I had to write it.

And since now it's Chrismas Eve, enjoy !

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The 3 Raydor's kids were huddled in front of their mother's office, flabbergasted. "Is-that…" Started Emily, not believing what she was seeing. Mike Tao, surprised by the gathering, came to see what was going on. He saw the 3 little ornaments on his boss's desk and couldn't contain an « Ah » before biting his lips, trying to control his laughter.

"What's the matter, Tao?" Asked Sanchez, getting up. In less than a minute, the whole Major Crime Unit was gathered in front of Sharon Raydor's office.

"Did you see the cute little trees Andy gave me?" Sharon followed her daughter's gaze and asked, joy on her face and glitter in her eyes when she looked at the man. Those words caused a round of bulging eyes and snickering. "What's going on?" Asked the captain, feeling that something was off.

"You gave her that?! In the office?" Nearly yelled Provenza at Andy, causing even more snickering from Julio and Buzz. Tao was red in the face from trying not to laugh out loud, and so were Ricky and Emily.

"What?" Asked Andy, looking at Provenza. "WHAT?!" He repeated, seeing everyone laughing. "I'm not allowed to give her something pretty? I'm not allowed to give her a gift before Christmas, now? What's the matter, I went to buy some jewelry at Swarovski for Nicole and I saw them. The 3 little trees and the angel. And I know she loves Christmas…"

"You bought that at Swarovski?!" Asked at the same time Emily and Sykes, incredulous.

"Yeah, why?" He asked, starting to get agitated, gesticulating. "Isn't that pretty enough? I know what you all think but listen, what we are to each other is none of your business. So butt out!"

The room erupted in laughter, letting both Andy and Sharon look at each other, not really understanding what was going on. "Don't tell me you didn't notice" stated Ricky, pointing at the little Christmas trees with his chin.

Sharon took one in her hand, moved it around before saying "Oh" while flicking the switch underneath. The ornament, made of glass, started to shine, little lights moving inside like shooting stars. "Oh my god, Andy.." she started, amazed before Rusty interrupted her, taking the thing out of her hand and throwing it on her desk.

"Seriously Mom." She looked at him, puzzled. He was red beet on the face and seemed mad as Hell. Andy looked as incredulous as she felt while all the others seemed ready to burst out laughing.

"What? What?" She said, noting, not for the first time, that she was starting to sound more and more like Andy.

"It's a fucking butt plug, Mom?" Nearly yelled Rusty before leaving the room with an "I can't believe it".

"A butt plug? Like for incontinent people?" She asked, even more lost.

Emily and Ricky looked at each other, at the same time amused and lost. They looked at the other's in the room for help. Tao raised his hands up in surrender before leaving the room. Sanchez was laughing so hard tears were running down his cheeks and Provenza just shook his head.

"Seriously, what is going on?" Asked Andy. "Is this really something you put in your bum when you have diarrhea? Like a Tampax?" He said, sounding disgusted.

Provenza spun around, grabbed one of the little trees and shoved it in his chest. "It's a fucking sex toy, you idiot!"

"Oh" said both Sharon and Andy, in unison. The lieutenant gave the little tree to the captain, who finally understanding its purpose, threw it on her desk.

Ricky was laughing quietly. "You seriously didn't know?" he asked, surprised. He knew his mom was quite old school but he thought with her job… but Andy, he was sure the guy knew.

"No." They said, looking at each other, searching and finding only honesty in each other's gaze. Flynn moved back toward the desk and picked an ornament. "Why would you put that in someone's ass? That seems so …"

"Uncomfortable" finished Sharon.

Emily, who had a bit enough of her mothers prudishness. "Mom, it's used to open your butthole to …"

"Have anal sex, yeah I understood, thank you." Said Sharon, primly. "What happened to just using lube and fingers…" she said with a flick of the wrist, dismissing the idea.

"Young people nowadays, they don't want their hands dirty but they sure want to fuck like in a movie." Said Andy, shaking his head. He moved to the desk, collecting the little trees and storing them in his pocket before leaving the room followed by Sharon.

The two young adults looked at each other, stunned. Maybe they underestimated their mother.

#fanfiction #sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #major crimes #christmas tree #or is it

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Steve//can’t make it all alone

hey! oof, third part already. and happy 2nd christmas! i hope all of you had a wonderful day yesterday!!! and i hope you’re all having another lovely day today! stay safe everyone!  

“So, do you want me to drop you off at home?” Officer Powell asks. 

Christmas is officially over, but for Steve it was over as soon as you walked away. He watches the sun rise over another day...another day that you’re still out there somewhere. 

Another day wasted. 

While Steve was sat in a dingy room, with cream walls and ageing furniture, being asked the same three questions over and over again, he hoped his friends were out looking for you. 

But when nobody interrupted the little chat he was having to let him know you’d been found, he slowly lost hope, until there was just a hole where his heart used to be.

You’re somewhere out there by yourself, instead of lying beside him in bed, already reminiscing about the previous day and ignoring calls from your parents to get up. 

“Can you just take me to The Wheelers?” He mumbles, staring down at his hands. His finger nails have been chewed down to as short as they can. It’s a habit Steve picked up from you. 

You’ve always been a nail biter when nervous, and Steve tried everything to get you to stop, he even learnt how to paint nails so he could do yours in the hopes it would stop you from chewing. It was also just an excuse to spend more time with you, even if it meant he had to listen to Robin complaining about being used for practice. 

But instead of stopping you from ruining your nails, he ended up developing the same coping mechanism as you did. Now he’s surprised there’s any finger left at all. 

“The Wheelers?” Powell asks surprised and glances at Steve through the mirror. He doesn’t bother to look back at him, but he can feel his eyes on him and he knows for a fact as soon as he gets back to the station he’s going to tell everyone that’ll listen. 

“Yeah.” He nods and leans his head against the cold glass, his eyes scan the houses as they pass, hoping he’ll catch a glimpse of you. A clue as to where you’ve gone, where you’re hiding.

You’ll be standing outside The Wheelers, in your bright red jumper with your arms crossed and an annoyed expression on your face, but you’ll be safe and alive and that’s all he wants. He doesn’t care how upset you are with him, he just wants you back. 

Instead he just see’s people twitching their curtains and spending far too long putting the bins out, in order to see what’s happening. News of a missing girl travels fast around town, especially because of its history, and by now, everyone will know about you and you’re broken necklace. 

He knew coming back to Hawkins would end in disaster at some point. He always thought of it as taunting it, like he was saying ‘we’re back but you can’t get to us’, well now it has, whatever it is, and he hates himself for letting it happen to you. 

He doesn’t know what’s scarier though, if it’s something thats crawled out of the Upside Down, or if it isn’t. There’s every possibility that an actual person could have taken you too, and neither of those options fill him with hope.

The first person he see’s when they pull into the drive is Joyce, stood outside with a cigarette in her hand while she paces. She lifts her head up at at the sound of car and quickly drops it.

He’s only seen Joyce once since he’s been back, and that was before everything went to shit. He remembers Dustin telling him over the phone, that Will and El were coming back home to spend Christmas with everyone. And that because of Nancy and Jonathan, The Wheelers had told Joyce, Will and El they could stay with them over Christmas. 

The months leading up to Christmas, everyone was so excited, you included.  The whole gang was going to be back together, even if it was just for a week. And he remembers how happy you looked when he told you, you didn’t stop talking about how perfect the week was going to be. 

You couldn’t wait to tell them the good news going on in yours and Steve’s lives, but now within a night it’s all been snatched away. Instead of celebrating, Steve feels like he’s mourning, despite you not being dead.

“Here you go.” Powell says and Steve forces a small smile while opening the door. “Don’t go too far.” He warns and Steve looks away, slipping the car.

Joyce pulls him into a tight hug and he feels himself breathe a little. She smells like cigarette smoke and lavender and it fills him with the tiniest bit of comfort, but the way she’s hugging him, like she’s holding something back, rips it away almost as quickly as he feels it. 

“Are you okay sweetheart?” She asks and looks him over. “Of course you’re not. Come on, we need to tell you something.” She says and guides him into the house and down into the basement.

He passes Karen and Ted, both of whom are busy doing who knows what. Karen is sat at the kitchen island, sorting through a stack of papers, her hair is messy and Steve thinks its the first time he’s seen her in her pyjamas. Ted stands on the other side of the room, talking quietly into the phone. He looks just as stressed as his wife, but they both stop what they’re doing when they hear footsteps and force a smile at Steve. 

“I’ll bring you down some food sweetie.” Karen is the first to break the tension and he gives her a grateful, yet crooked smile. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles and looks back at the floor. Karen and Joyce share a look before Joyce continues to guide him down the stairs. 

The last time he came down the stairs, his head was too full  to actually take anything in. Now though, it feels too busy and empty all at the same time, and so he takes a minute to actually look around. 

The basement hasn’t changed since Mike moved out. Old toys are still strewn about, Dungeons and Dragons sit open in the corner, now with about twelve other things piled on top of it, but it’s still there. 

It feels like he’s walking into a piece of history, frozen in time. The sleeping bags and blankets have been rolled up and thrown in the other corner of the room, and any traces of alcohol from Christmas Eve have disappeared.

The whole party is crammed into the space. Chairs have been stollen from upstairs so everyone has a place to sit, but as soon as they hear floorboards creaking they’re all standing up. 

Nobody knows what or how they’re going to say it.

They thought they were done fighting monsters and losing loved ones. But it seems no matter how far they run, it always follows. Maybe its their own fault for coming back. They thought Starcourt was the final battle, but this seems like some sort of hidden ending and they’re hating every single second of it.

“Steve.” Robin starts gently and everyone, including herself hates it. Robin never speaks to Steve like that, she never even calls him Steve. It’s always dingus or some variant of it.

But the tone in her voice and the look on her face makes everyone realize just how bad this is.

“Sit down.” She says and tries guide him to the chair closest.

“I’m fine.” He shrugs her hands off him. “Have you found her?” He asks, his voice rising with each word and they look at each other.

“No, we haven’t.” Mike continues and takes step towards him. “We went out looking, and well...”

“We found goo on a tree near where her necklace was found.” Dustin sighs.

“Goo?” Steve asks, staring straight at him.  

“A portal.” Jonathan says and even he’s unsure of how to say it nicely.

“To the Upside Down.” Eleven pipes up. It’s the first time she’s spoken to anyone since Steve, Robin and Annie turned up this morning. “She’s there, I can feel it.”

Everyone looks at her, their worst fears being confirmed and Steve feels the air being ripped out of his lungs. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, the question surprising himself and El nods slowly. 

For four years she’s worked on getting her powers back, but she’s never longed for them more than she does right now. You may not have been in her life for very long, but you certainly made an impression on her, and you’re always there when she needs you. 

She can’t see you, but she knows you’re there. She can feel it and she’s never been more certain about anything. But she can also feel something else, she can’t quite place it, but something is wrong. Something isn’t quite right about you disappearing. 

“Yes.” She says, louder than before and he sits down and runs a hand through his hair. “Okay.” He nods slowly and looks around. “Lets go.” He stands and starts towards the stairs. 

Everyone moves at the same time, all of them not wanting him to do something stupid. 

“Woah!” Dustin grabs his arm and pulls him back. Robin blocks the stairs and he gives her a look she’s never seen before. His eyes narrow and darken and his jaw clenches as he stares at her. 

“Move out my way Robin.” He mutters. 

“No.” She replies and crosses her arms. Annie stands beside her, also crossing her arms and they give him the ‘steve’ look making him huff in annoyance. 

“Move.” He says once again forcing it through gritted teeth before trying to push past her, but she stands her ground, and suddenly he feels himself being pulled away from her. 

Dustin and Mike hold his arms tightly and he quickly pushes them away. He knows they’re trying to help, but he knows where you are and it’s like they’re trying to keep him from saving you. 

He also hates the way they’re looking at him, at least with Robin, it’s a look he’s used to seeing. But everybody else’s is new. It’s all sympathy and pity and he doesn’t like it. It makes him feel like they know something he doesn’t, like you’re gone forever and he’s doesn’t know yet. 

“Steve.” Joyce says sternly. She holds his shoulders, forcing him to look at her. “If you go in there with nothing, you’re not going to come out again, and then what?” 

He knows she’s right, but it does little to comfort him. 

“So what? We just sit around and wait for he to get out herself or to just die.” He snaps back but it doesn’t seem to bother her. 

“No.” She shakes her head. “We figure out what it wants. We go in prepared and we get her out.” 

“But-She’s in there alone.” He cries and she wraps her arms around him, pulling him into another tight hug. 

The group exchange glances, none of them know what to do. How do you comfort a friend who’s girlfriend of 4 years has been dragged into an alternate dimension that creatures pulled from hell call home. 

It’s also the first time they’ve seen Steve cry, some of them ever, and its a weird sight. They all have a silent conversation, trying to get somebody to say something useful, but its no use, Steve’s sobs echo off the walls while everyone stands around awkwardly. 

The top step creaks but Steve doesn’t seem to notice, Nancy shakes her head at her mom standing by the door with a plate full of food, and she nods before quietly leaving again. 

“I’ve been in there, and it’s not that bad.” Will pipes up and everyone stares at him, eyebrows raised. “Okay, maybe it is that bad.” He sighs, and sits down. “But, think about it, I was only a kid when I was there and I’m fine.” 

“Debatable.” Dustin mumbles and everyone glares at him. 

“Shut up.” Max slaps the back of his head. 

“Would you like me to tell your mom what really happened to Mews.” Will retorts, and Dustin pauses rubbing his head to stare at him. 

“You wouldn’t.” He narrows his eyes at his friend. 

“I would.”

“Guys.” Lucas interrupts and stares at each of them. “Not the time.” 

“Yeah, get to the point.” Mike adds annoyed. 

“My point is.” Will continues, making sure to glare at Dustin before looking at Steve. “I came out of there alive, and I was just a kid. Y/n, is a grown woman, who’s dealt with much worse. She’ll be fine.” 

“She’s probably made whatever took her, her bitch by now.” Lucas says and forces a laugh. “You saw how she took down that demodog that was trying to make Steve it’s lunch.” He adds, and for the first time in three days Steve feels himself smile. 

It’s a nice break in the tension, the entire group sharing a smile and laugh as they think of you. The story is famous in your group, even Joyce knows it. 

You saved Steve’s life without knowing what was happening. And how when you’d finished beating the crap out of it, you called it a bitch and then apologized.

“Yeah, she’ll going around smashing the place up and then saying sorry afterwards.” Robin says, placing a hand on his shoulder and he feels himself relax a little. 

The little moment of joy is soon gone though. Every single one of them have the same thought. 

What if that’s a story no longer told with happiness. What if it’s told out of grief, as they stand around a casket all dressed in black, clinging on to the memories of a life that should have been way longer.  

A very, very short life. 

Steve clears his throat and moves away from Joyce. 

“Okay, what do we know?” He asks, looking at each of them individually. He doesn’t want to think about what’s happened to you, what could be happening to you an-

So does the only thing he knows how to. He gets ready to fight.

“We know that something must have happened in order for it to wake back up again.” Joyce replies and gives him a reassuring smile. 

“Why wake back up? Why not just come back?” Max asks. 

“Because how can it come back after Starcourt.” Will replies. “We blew the whole mall up. Whatever took Y/n must have been hiding and healing. I’ve been there, I know what it’s like.” 

“Okay. So something disturbed it?” Mike asks. “What though?” 

“Us?” Nancy asks. “No.”She shakes her head, answering her own question. “We’ve been here countless of times, so what’s so different this time?” 

“Y/-” Steve starts but Jonathan interrupts him, and he feels himself shrink. Maybe its a good thing he didn’t tell them, it just doesn’t feel right without you.  

“Nothing has happened here in years.” He says. “Or maybe it has, and we just haven’t noticed.” 

“My mom says the only difference is the weather.” Mike shrugs. 

“Yeah, my mom says the same thing.” Dustin agrees and Steve sends him a confused look. 

“What do you mean the weather?” Annie asks. 

She’s still piecing together the story that Robin and the rest of the gang told her while Steve was at the police station. The words Upside Down and mind-flayer keep coming up, and don’t get her started on El and her lost powers. That’s something she’s locked in a box for future her to deal with. 

“Really? Out of everything I’ve told you, you’re confused about the weather?” Robin teases, and she rolls her eyes at her. 

“Shut up.” She nudges her ribs gently. “Has anyone else’s parents noticed a change in the weather?” She asks and slowly, everyone nods their head. 

“It does seem a bit windier.” Joyce says. “I’ve lived here my whole life, I know what winter is like here, but this time...its different.” 

“Could that not be because you moved though?” Dustin asks. 

“No. I know this town like the back of my hand. Something’s off.” 

“Listen.” Steve snaps. They’re getting absolutely no where with this conversation and he knows it. “I don’t care about the wind or the rain or the snow. I don’t care what’s taken her and why. I just want to get her back.” The effects of not sleeping for 48 hours seem to be catching up with him. Tiredness hits him like a truck and he feels it settle in his bones. 

“Steve.” Robin starts.

“What?” He mumbles annoyed. 

“Why don’t you go to sleep.” She suggests gently but he just glares at her. “Or have something to eat.” 

“No.” He shakes his head. “The quicker we come up with a plan, the quicker we can get her back.” 

“True.” Robin starts. “But we don’t know how long it’s going to take. And you’re going to be no help if you’re falling asleep and starving.” She finishes and he hates that she’s right. But the need to save you far outweighs the need to eat or sleep. He’d go for years without if it meant getting you back. 

‘its all your fault’ The little voice says again and with each day it grows louder, Steve sometimes feels like its the only thing he can hear. 

It is his fault. It’s all his fault, and whether you do come back or not, he’s going to carry this guilt around with him for the rest of his life. 

“Please Steve.” She says, she’s clearly worried, not only about the friend that’s missing, but the one sat right in front of her. 

“Have some rest and while you’re asleep we’ll keep planning.” Annie finishes and places a hand on Robin’s arm. 

“We’ll even go out looking again.” Mike says.

“We’re not going to give up just because you’ve fallen asleep.” Dustin smiles. “We promise. We love Y/n, just as much as you do.” He thinks about it for a few minutes, before finally agreeing. 

“I’ll eat, but I’m not sleeping.” He says and everyone lets out a collective sigh of relief. 

“Okay.” Joyce nods, her motherly instincts kicking in again. “Why don’t you go sit over on that sofa, and I’ll get you some food.” She smiles kindly and he nods, before pushing himself up and towards the sofa. 

Everyone moves around him. Joyce goes upstairs, and is quickly followed by Mike and Jonathan. 

Dustin, Lucas, Max and Will huddle in a circle, dragging their chairs with them and Steve listens to their quiet mumbles about the upside down and the mind flayer. 

Nancy, Robin and Annie stay by the staircase, he know’s they’re hanging around just in case he tries to make a run for it, and their not to subtle glances at him don’t make it any less obvious. 

And El sits alone in the corner closest to Steve. She stares at a picture of you smiling along with the rest of the gang and Steve’s heart aches at the sight. Everyone is grinning at who he assumes is Joyce, and Steve stands beside you, his arm slung over your shoulder, his smile as bright as yours. 

Steve watches her close her eyes as she desperately tries to find where you are. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to focus. It’s been four years since she lost her powers, they’re not going to miraculously come back. 

He can feel the fatigue settling even deeper into his bones making him feel heavier than he already does. But every time he closes his eyes, all he can picture is you, scared and alone and calling out for him. 

Upstairs, he can hear Joyce and Karen talking quietly as they walk around the kitchen and every so often he hears Jonathan and Mike join in. 

Steve just sits. 

He sits and stares straight ahead, imagining the worst. 

You could be dead, or dying, or even worse you could not be you anymore. You could have turned into whatever Billy was. That thought alone is enough for him to loose his breath and he chokes on a sob, his head falls into his hands as he quietly cries. 

He’s never going to see you again. 

Tears stream down his face and stain his jeans, but he doesn’t bother to wipe them away, what’s the point. He’s been wearing the same clothes since Christmas Eve, they already smell like the stale coffee thanks to the police station, so what’s a few tears? And it’s not like he hasn’t had worse on his clothes, blood and puke come to mind. 

“Steve?” Nancy’s voice is quiet as she sits next to him. 

Robin and Annie have moved to sit with the kids to talk about what to do. And Nancy was going to join them, but as soon as she looked at Steve, she decided she could try and be helpful elsewhere. 

You would never forgive her if she let something happen to him while you were gone. After the events of 1984, you and Nancy became rather close, despite what had happened between her and Steve. All of you knew what had happened between them, however painful, was in the past. 

Or at least that’s what she thought. Of course she knows Steve feels nothing for her other than a platonic love, but it must have hurt to be called the name of his ex. Especially when everyone knows how messily that ended. 

Nancy can’t help but share some guilt with Steve. It was her name that caused you to storm off in the first place, and even though she knows she can’t go back in time and un-do everything, she really wishes she could. 

She hands him a warm mug of coffee and he takes it but doesn’t look at her, he just stares at the brown liquid and feels himself sink deeper into his thoughts. He didn’t even notice her leaving to get one, too wrapped up in his own guilt and depressing thoughts. 

“She’ll be okay.” She tries her best to comfort him but he just scoffs at her and takes sip. 

“How do you know that? She’s in there, with god knows what running around.” He seethes. “And what are we doing? We’re sat around drinking coffee and talking about our feelings.” 

“We’re not talking about or feelings Steve.” She sighs and watches Dustin draw on an old map. 

“I know, but I know you’re going to talk about yours.” 

“I’ll let that pass under the circumstances.” She rolls her eyes. “But when Y/n comes back...and she will come back. I will kick your ass.” 

“I don’t doubt it.” He replies and a small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. She feels the weight in her chest lighten a little, but his only gets heavier. 

He shouldn’t be sat here laughing with his ex girlfriend, while his current one is lost out there. 

‘its all your fault. she wouldn’t be in there if it wasn’t for you’ 

“Do you think it’s my fault?” He asks and everyone pauses what they’re doing. 

“No.” Nancy shakes her head and forces a smile. 

“It’s not your fault Steve. You didn’t ask for her to be taken did you?” Robin asks. 

“Well no, bu-” 

“And did you tell her to go in there?” Dustin interrupts. 

“No, but I-” 

“And did you know what would happen to her before having that argument?” Jonathan adds while walking down the stairs. It’s the first time in what feels like a long time he’s said something remotely nice to him, and it does make him feel a little better. 

“No.” 

“Well then it’s not your fault.” He finishes and hands him a plate of food. 

“Thanks.” He mumbles and stares down at the very late Christmas dinner. 

This isn’t how he imagined he’d be eating his Christmas dinner this year, he imagined you beside him. Both of you in matching jumpers and paper crowns, telling each other stupid jokes out of crackers that no one but the two of you find funny. 

“I miss her.” Robin says out of no where and everyone looks at her. Steve watches in shock as her lip wobbles and tears form in her eyes, he’s never seen Robin cry before, and when you come back, he’s so going to tell you that you made The Robin Buckley cry. 

“Me too.” Dustin nods, giving her half a hug. Annie sits on the other side of her and leans her head on her shoulder. 

“Yeah. Me too.” Everyone else agrees, sad smiles taking over their appearances.  

“What am I going to do without her?” Steve sighs and places the plate on the floor. 

“You’re not going to have to do without her.” Jonathan replies. 

“And, I think you’re doing pretty well right now.” Robin adds and he lets out a bitter laugh. “Okay, maybe you’re doing okay then. But that’s still better most.” She finishes, sending him a toothy grin and a small smile flickers on his lips. 

“Thanks.” He rolls his eyes. 

“No problem.” She replies. “Now eat your food.” She adds, giving him a stern look. 

“I will in a minute.” He slumps down in the sofa, his back hits the soft furniture and he lets out a sigh. Everyone goes back to talking quietly amongst themselves, although this time, they’re talking about you and he feels himself smile. It’s both happy and sad, but it’s real, and thats all that matters to him. 

His eyes flutter shut as he hears Will come down the stairs, and the last thing he hears before he falls asleep is Robin...

“Okay, what do we do?” 

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine

[midnightspunisher]

vice president macbeth/kennedy assassination au sneak peak

this has been rotting in my brain for the past year. i’m almost done with it and i wanted to share a few pages of the beginning with tumblr under the cut. anyway thank you in advanced for reading <3 feedback is appreciated!!!

A forest sharpened in front of me, and I could’ve sworn it looked exactly like the one behind my childhood home in the Midwest, but it was not the same. It’s different. Fog hovered all around me, covering the path I needed to follow. The sky darkened, the sun set quickly in the east. Too quick to be real. Suddenly, it was midnight; there were owls hooting, the rustling of leaves. The temperature dropped at least ten degrees, and I was shivering. I hugged myself for warmth, and I felt the cotton of my button up against my fingertips. 

“Macbeth!” someone yelled from my right, and my head whips in the same direction. In the darkness, I could make out Senator Banquo’s shadowy figure. “This way!” 

Intrigued, I walked towards him, distantly wondering why he was here with me. When he saw me catching up to him, he took the lead and walked ahead. Where was he taking us? 

“So foul and fair a day I have not seen,” I shouted to him. 

“How far is it?” he yelled back. My brows furrowed in confusion - was he not the one who was leading me? 

I didn’t even notice when he stopped dead in his tracks. Carelessly, I walked right into Banquo’s back, yet he barely budged. I didn’t phase him. “What is it?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. His eyes were glued ahead, focused on three figures emerging from the opposite end of the clearing we found ourselves in. I stood beside him, squinting, trying to make out who they could be. The fog was overbearing. 

“Who are you?” Mike questioned, loud enough to echo through the woods. 

The figures stayed silent, glaring at us. “Tell us who you are,” I said then, shaky yet firm. 

After a moment, the shadows walked closer to us, revealing themselves. I sucked in a breath and took a step back. Three familiar men illuminated in the middle of the clearing, all looking at me, beaming. I didn’t know why; they were American enemies. Hitler stood in the middle, Stalin on his right, Mussolini on his left. 

They should be dead. 

“Macbeth,” Hitler spoke, his accent thick. Chills ran down my spine at the sound. 

“Senator,” Mussolini said. 

“Vice President,” Stalin said. 

“President,” Hitler said. 

Taken aback, I said, “What?” 

“President Andrew Macbeth,” Hitler mused, smirking. “A king.” 

“That’s not -” 

“No, it’s not,” he agreed. “You’ll wish it was, though.” 

I stared at him blankly, trying to understand. When I went to ask him more though, my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. There wasn’t much to think about, I could always run when Kennedy’s term was over. But could I really be the President? 

After brief silence, Banquo asked, “What about me? What will I be?” 

Hitler cocked his head to the side, his eyes flickering from me to him. “Lesser than Macbeth,” he decided. “And greater.” 

“Not so happy,” Mussolini started. 

“Yet much happier,” Stalin finished. 

“You will not become anything more,” Hitler assured. “But your sons…” 

Banquo looked rather pleased with his future. How could he be so happy with barely anything? Why wouldn’t he want anything more for himself? 

Why wouldn’t I?  

“My sons,” Banquo repeated dreamily. 

“Sons?” I asked sharply. 

Banquo had no children. 

The fog emerged again, and the three dictators started walking back into the shadows. “Wait!” I called after them. “Stay! I don’t understand!” 

Before they completely disappeared, Hitler Nazi saluted at me, and then he was gone. 

Banquo and I stayed firmly planted side by side as the sounds of the forest settled in again. Suddenly, it was as if I was standing in the middle of a fire, and the flames were licking me up, making it hard to breath, scorching heat overcoming me. 

“Do you believe them?” Mike asked. He still looked like he was riding some sort of high. 

“Do you?” I countered. 

How do you believe the leader of the Nazi party when he tells you that you’re going to be President of the United States? 

“President Macbeth sounds like just the man I want running our great nation,” Mike winked. 

“Thank you, Senator,” I muttered. 

Banquo was the first to disappear out of thin air, next was the clearing in front of us. When the trees started fading away, my eyes snapped open, waking me up from the dream. Immediately, I sat up, sucking in sporadic deep breaths. I nervously glanced around the bedroom, letting my sight adjust to the moonlit objects. I made out the fireplace across the room, the loveseat, the dresser, the bureau, the closet door, the light fixture hanging in the middle of the room, and Evelyn, sleeping next to me. Not for long. 

“Ev,” I whispered, gently nudging her. She didn’t move. “Evelyn, wake up,” I said, rougher this time. 

“What?” she mumbled. “I’m sleeping, Andrew.” 

“I had a strange dream,” I pressed. 

“That’s nice, dear,” she sighed. 

“Banquo was in it, and we were in a forest -” 

Evelyn rolled over towards me, looking rather displeased. Even in the darkness, her face was easy to make out: her pointed nose, her thin lips, and her squinted brown eyes, trying to make my shadow out too.  “Can’t this wait until the morning?” she asked. Her long black hair was sprawled all over the pillow.

“No,” I stressed. “Mike and I were in a forest, and we arrived at a clearing; then suddenly, Hitler, Stalin, and Mussolini appeared in front of us -” 

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” she said, sitting up finally. She reached over to the night stand and grabbed her cigarette case. 

As she fumbled, I continued, “And they were prophesying about our futures, listing off my past and present titles. And future.” 

The glow of the lighter illuminated the room momentarily. “Future?” she said, the lit cigarette between the lips. 

“Hitler said I was going to be president,” I blurted. Admittedly, it did sound preposterous when I said it aloud. 

Evelyn sat quietly for a minute, emotionless, pondering on what I said. I looked away from her, the details of my dream quickly fading from my memory. It couldn’t have meant anything, it was just a dream. Kennedy was a fine president, and the public loved him. I could never reach those heights. In fact, I pitied the man who would have to in another year. 

She moved the cigarette away from her mouth, breathing out smoke. She waved it in my general direction, and I scooped it from her to take a drag. “Do you want to be president, Andrew? Is this your way of telling me?” 

I shrugged, passing the cigarette back to her. “I’ve never thought about it.” 

“I think I would be a good First Lady,” she said. “And I think you could make a good President, too.” 

In the darkness, I reached out and grabbed her hand. “My dearest partner of greatness,” I chuckled.  Still, I couldn’t picture it well. “The only way I’d ever end up president was if Jack died.”

“You wouldn’t run?” 

“I don’t know,” I paused, thinking about it. President Macbeth. It had a nice ring to it. She raised her eyebrow, but said nothing else. “Should I?” I asked then. 

“What am I supposed to say, Andrew? I can’t drive your whole political career for you,” she scoffed. “I need you to think for yourself sometimes.” 

“I just don’t know.” I ran my free hand through my hair. 

We both sat in silence for a while afterwards, darkness consuming both of us. I tried to rationalize it: Jack wouldn’t have ran with me if he didn’t think I could do his job in a worst case scenario, and the worst case scenario was sudden death. I couldn’t stop imagining it. Eventually, I felt Evelyn squeeze my hand before releasing it, pulling me back down to Earth. “You never know what could happen,” she said then, matter-of-factly, dabbing the cigarette out in the ashtray on the end table. She laid back down, but still was looking up at me. “Go to sleep, you have a busy day tomorrow.” 

Carefully, I laid back down too, staring straight up at the ceiling. Within minutes, Evelyn was sound asleep. However, I feared it would take me a bit longer to fall asleep even if I did at this point. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hitler’s face flashing before me. It wasn’t comforting in the slightest. 

I couldn’t be the president. I was fine with just being the vice president. I still had power, but it was an easier job, and I didn’t really know if I was up for more responsibility or not. Not only that, but Kennedy was most likely going to run again, and by the end of eight years, I wouldn’t be up for it anymore. Even if I wanted to, Jack wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Someone would have to kill him before that happened.

#tori blogs #in which tori writes #macbeth #shakespeare #william shakespeare #macbeth au #jfk #kennedy #john f kennedy #fanfiction #writing #creative writing

[4birds-of-a-feather]

Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 4]

Birds Of a Feather

Today is Sara’s birthday (both the author and the fictional one!) so we decided to come out of our usual hiatus to post a silly update and let y’all know that we’re grateful to have such wonderful, loyal readers that haven’t given up on us ✨ Hope you’re gonna enjoy this!

(In the previous chapters: the game of Never Have I Ever has been intense, to say the least, and now the guests are left to go on with the party with the aftermath of thoughts and memories that the game brought up)

The game finally ended and, unsurprisingly to everyone, Elias was the undisputed winner. Nevertheless, he laughed it off, saying he just lied and avoided drinking when he could have done it because he’d rather have the others get drunk so he could make fun of them. The gang didn’t even pretend to believe his version.  They hated him more when Layla came up with the idea for the prize. Elias was already rubbing his hands, expecting a kiss or something similar, but it turned out the girl wanted to award him by revealing to him the solution to her previous game. “Sorry, Layla, but I gotta tell you, you don’t know what you just did there” Mike shook his head as she walked him by with two full glasses in her hands. “Hehe, what?” she stopped to talk to him and after an awkward couple of seconds handed him one of the drinks. She had meant to catch up with Eddie, offer him the drink, drink up her stronger one for some liquid courage, and tell him that she liked him.  But now there she was, talking to Cready, and didn’t want to seem rude, keeping the alcohol to herself. “You put a big weapon in the hands of the wrong person, that is Elias. Now the guy’s gonna go to every girl in the room and use it as a bargaining chip to get something out of it” Mike explained keeping a straight face, something that made her laugh in his face “Don’t laugh, I’m not joking!” “You’re an evil genius, how did you come up with such a plan? I bet Elias didn’t even think about that!” “Uhm, I don’t know… but I bet you didn’t think about it. Or you’d have already used it with a certain someone…” he remarked and hid his smile drinking a sip from his glass. “What the hell are you talking about, Michael? You’re drunk” Layla tried to sound dismissive but was actually smiling. “I’m talking about things, you know. Things that should be done. And if you’re gonna do things, New Year’s Eve is the night – I mean, it’s the mother of all nights, isn’t it?” “The mother of nights to do… things?” Layla asked with an arched eyebrow. “Exactly. Like, it’s New Year’s Eve! It’s a big event” “A big doing-things event” the girl nodded suspiciously. “You almost feel like you have to do things tonight” “Ok but no. This idea of having to do things... it’s kinda cliché. Isn’t New Year’s Eve just so overrated?”  “Maybe. I guess you don’t need to ring in the New Year doing things… if you actually do things during the rest of the year too. But if you don’t…” Mike didn’t finish his sentence, keeping the weird theoretical conversation on a very practical matter going.  “And what if I wanna start doing things tomorrow?” “Well, it’s almost tomorrow, so...” he shrugged and took Layla by her wrist, showing her her own watch.  “Half past eleven? Already?” Layla emptied her glass at once and handed it to Mike, then left and went around the apartment looking for someone, finally determined.  <New Year’s resolution #1: doing things> 

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Sara was quietly sipping on her fruit punch when the stereo system started to blast Lambada at full volume; after she recovered from a near death by choking, she proceeded to look for the person responsible for that atrocity. Meanwhile, around her some people had begun to dance to the tune in a totally unironical way – that made her quicken her pace. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you in charge of the mixtape!” she finally gave the culprit a push from behind “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” “I’ve been told, once or twice...” Stone gave her a lazy smile “What, you don’t approve of my musical choices?” “Fuck off” the girl started to walk away, then suddenly stopped “Oh, by the way: all these years you’ve been pulling my leg by saying I’m the shortest person you’ve ever known? Get your eyes checked, champ” she nodded in Demri’s direction while looking pointedly at him. “That’s because she doesn’t count – she’s like some kind of nymph” “Oh, wow, a nymph” Sara kept her deadpan face but seemed to stress the last word “And that makes me a…?” “... a person with dwarf ancestry, no doubt about it” “I hope you choke on one of those stupid pretzels you made Layla buy” she cut it short and made her way to a group of people from where Demri was calling her. “Hey, girl! I’ve been meaning to ask you: what sign are you? ‘Cause I have a faint idea of what you might be, but I wanna make sure I haven’t lost my touch” “Aquarius, what about you?” “I knew it! We’re neighbour signs, I’m a Pisces and I simply adore Aquarius people” Demri grinned enthusiastically, then looked at the others “They’re so full of knowledge and different interests, they always show you a point of view you would have never thought to see from, they-” “Ok, ok, enough with this astrology bullshit” Stone interrupted her, having apparently joined the group “We get it, you really like playing the little witch but cut us some slack, please” “Hey, it’s not bullshit! The planets are actually involved in shaping our personalit-” “Yeah? Then why Chris and I were born on the same day but he’s like that and I’m like this?” “I guess you can blame genetics for that” Sara blurted out, making Layne chuckle loudly enough to get the stink eye from the guitarist. “... that’s because you both have Sun in Cancer but were born in two completely different years, so all the other planets and signs are different too! It’s not so hard to get it, Stoney – this must be the hundredth time I’m explaining it to ya” the other girl didn’t miss a beat, and Sara could have kissed her then and there for the way she had just handed Stone’s ass to him – his embarrassed shitface was priceless. “So… how does this work? How can you actually know which planet is in which sign?” Chris seemed to show genuine interest about the topic, and Demri gave him a radiant grin. “Well, beside the birthdate you also have to take into account the time and birthplace you were born… the latitude and longitude and all those things, and you have to do some calculations to figure out the results, but you use some printed tables to help you with that” she sighed “I knew I had to bring my manual here! It’s old so the tables aren’t up to date, but they would have been good enough for our birthdates… fuck my life” “Hey, I’ve got one huge book that Layla gave me for my last birthday – if I’m not mistaken, the tables there go until 2020… I could lend it to you a few days so you can xerox the pages you need and then we could meet someplace so you can give it back to me? What do you say?” Sara didn’t have to wait for an answer because the other girl had literally jumped on her and was hugging her tightly. “You’re the best Aquarius I’ve ever met! God, I love you, you crazy, beautiful people” “I take it you approve, great” Sara chuckled “Just lemme go in my room to see where I put it – the sooner I start to look for it, the sooner you’ll be able to shed some light upon these amateurs’ miserable lives” She shot a cheeky wink in Demri’s direction and then proceeded to make her way to her room. <Who would have thought to find a fellow astrology enthusiast right here? I have to concede to Layla that, after all, giving this party wasn’t such a bad idea…> The girl smiled to herself: the day was reaching its end but it looked like it wasn’t going to be an entire failure – not something she would have expected after what had happened in the afternoon. She finally opened the door, a hand already going to flick the room’s light on, and when she turned she stood petrified. Apparently, there already were a couple of people on her bed: a girl with a blonde bob was straddling a guy – at least, the hands that were struggling to unclasp her bra seemed to belong to a man. The confirmation came when the hidden figure stuck his head out and revealed himself to be none other than Jeffrey Allen Ament. “Oh – I’m so-sorry, I’ll just go… don’t let me disturb the two of you” she muttered as stiffly as she could, then mustered all her strength and bolted out of the room.    

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The ice cubes in the drinks Layla had been holding in her hands were melting. She had fixed two more for Eddie and her but hadn’t approached the singer yet – and not because she couldn’t find him.  There he was, sitting on the couch, totally absorbed in a conversation with Matt Lukin, who was also sharing a joint with him.  Layla found herself fantasizing about what the hell those two could be talking about, whether they were having a deep philosophical debate or they were just trying to answer age-old questions like “What do teeth taste like?”, “Which armrest at the movie theater is yours?”, “Do pets name their owners?”, “Is the S or the C silent in SCENT?” The girl realized her drinks were warm and downed them both, hoping they would make her more talkative. Right after that she went to grab two beer cans from the fridge and walked through the people at the party up to Eddie at a moderately fast pace.  Eddie saw her coming towards him with some anticipation and just smiled at her. “And that’s why it’s called sand, I swear to god” Lukin pointed out as she was in front of her. “And why is that?” Layla asked and Matt shot her a glance and sighed, as if she was asking a question with an obvious answer. “Because it’s between the sea and the land, of course”   “Right, I’ve never thought about it!” she said as she handed one beer to Eddie. “What’s up, El? Are you having fun?” Vedder asked her and for a moment she thought that was probably the first time he called her like that: that was how Sara called her. She couldn’t say if it was a good or bad sign but didn’t think too much about it.  “Yeah, the party’s been pretty successful so far… I mean, it didn’t turn into a disaster yet and nothing is on fire in the house, so yeah, everything’s alright” the girl replied and couldn’t help being surprised by the number of words which were escaping her mouth.  <Couldn’t I simply say YES, WHAT ABOUT YOU? I guess it’s the alcohol speaking…> “And how come we say things are on fire while it’s actually fire being on things? Ever wondered about that?” Lukin questioned the two as he snatched the beer can from Layla’s hand “Thank you, darling” “Oh you’re welcome! And no… honestly I’ve never thought about that. Well, Eddie, can you just come with me for a second?” <Smooth, Layla, very smooth> she did a mental facepalm at how obvious she must have sounded. “What did I do?” the singer asked, suddenly alarmed, and Layla giggled and thought that he probably was too stoned to even understand shit. “Haha nothing, I just need you… err, need you for something” she pointed at somewhere vaguely around the hall with her thumb. “Uh ok, sure!” Vedder sprang up from the couch and took a last hit before handing what was left of the joint to Lukin. Layla started walking and gestured for Eddie to follow her. When he did she suddenly felt scared – actually terrified. She hadn’t practiced any speech, she hadn’t practiced anything, she just decided she’d tell him and now she had no idea how to practically do it. “Where are we going?” he talked into her ear as she was slowly walking through the people in the living room. “Uhm… just… DOWN THERE…” she didn’t turn around to answer and thought that yelling over the music was a much better option than finding herself face to face with Eddie just yet. “Are we leaving the house?” Eddie frowned as the two of them found themselves beside the front door of the apartment. “Oh no, I just, I thought of a quiet place, you know? To talk and stuff. And I think it’s quieter, here, don’t you think?” Layla said and knew that talk and stuff was up to her and it was too late to back away now. “It is. I honestly thought you wanted to save me from Lukin’s existential questions”  “Hehe well, also. But I also wanted to talk to you” “Oh. About what?” a million things rushed through Eddie’s mind right then. What if she wanted to tell him she was getting back with her boyfriend? What if it was the opposite? What if it had nothing to do about them at all? What if it was just the solution to her mysterious game… <Yeah, that must be it, stop building your usual castles in the air> “About… about things and… failure, you know?” “Failure? What do you mean?” he asked confused. “I mean… you can fail either if you do things without thinking about them or if you think about things without actually doing them, right?” “Yeah…?” Eddie nodded and squinted at her, trying to guess where she was going with this. “And this is one of those there-are-two-types-of-people things. And I think I belong to the second type, I always did” “Uh-huh” “Like, I’m the one who always thinks about doing or saying stuff but rarely does. I'm that type of failure” “I have to disagree with that” “What?” Layla was surprised but also somehow relieved about Eddie interrupting her, so she could have a few seconds more to figure out what the hell she was talking about and where she was heading with all this nonsense. “You didn’t think too much about crowd surfing at our last show, well, not during our set but… I mean, you’re thoughtful and all but sometimes you’re capable of such impetuous acts. And you’re everything but a failure” Layla didn’t know if she was more surprised at what Eddie thought of her or for the fact he could use the word impetuous while high.  “Well, I wish I was more impetuous in everyday life and not just at rock concerts”  “Why are you telling me this?” “It’s… it’s just Mike’s fault!” “Mike?” “Yeah, we were talking about New Year’s resolutions and stuff like that” “Do you wanna know what my resolution is?” Eddie asked, still suspicious about the whole conversation. <So is that what it’s all about? New Year’s small talk?> “Yes, please”  “Well… my resolution for 1991 is… to record this album and not to suck too much, to finally try and make an actual living of this thing that everybody in my family calls a hobby, you know? To play as many shows as I can. And not be fired by Stone” Eddie said and he wanted to add Kiss you to the list but he wasn’t intoxicated enough to say that out loud. “Oh well, that’s a very interesting bunch of resolutions” “What about yours? Being more impetuous and…?” “And…” <And tell you that I’ve been thinking about you, a lot. I think about you even when you’re right there with me. Like, I’m even thinking about you right now. Basically I always think about you. But not in a creepy way. It’s not like I’m listening at your door all the time. I’ve actually done it only once. Or twice. It’s not like I check the time when you get back home at night when I’m casually awake. Because it’s not like I stay awake on purpose waiting for you when you’re out at night. It’s definitely not like I picture your face while listening to your tape when you’re not around. It’s not like I listen to that cassette all the fucking time or anything. Well, to the casual observer of my thoughts it may look like I’m kinda creepy, like I’ve been thinking of you in a marginally creepy way… Oh my god, why am I telling you this? Wait, I’m not actually telling you! It’s all in my head so… nevermind> “... and get my master’s degree and find a real job. And get back into swimming” <See? I’m totally not thinking about you at all> “That’s cool”  “Well, I used to be a pro. I can’t be a pro anymore, I don’t wanna be, I just wanna do it more. I just love being in the water” “I see. I love that too” Eddie agreed and came closer as Layla backed up until she had her back against the door. At the same time, without knowing, they were both thinking about being in the water together. “Anyway, I’m sure you’re gonna reach all your goals. If the record is half as good as the demo, then it’ll be huge” Layla snapped out of her water fantasy, while out of the corner of her eye she spotted an ocean blue sparkly blur pushing its way through the living room and running across the hallway behind Eddie’s back. “Wow, well, thank you” the guy was inches away from her but she was now focused on her friend, getting into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. <What the fuck is happening?> “... I gotta pee” “Huh?” “Yeah, gotta go. It’s almost midnight so… see you next year, hahaha” she nervously added and walked away, just like that, leaving a confused Eddie staring at the front door.  

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“Seems like she’s conjuring that book directly from Mars” Stone dead-panned: it had been a while ever since he had seen Sara going into her room. This time Layne didn’t laugh at him but thanks to his remark – to his wounded ego’s relief – and had instantly gained a slap on the nape provided by his girlfriend. “The more time passes, the more insufferable you become, Stoney” Demri huffed “It’s like you have some kind of biological need to pester anyone who has the misfortune of being on your way-nevermind! My ally has come out of the cave unscathed!” she added, after seeing the other girl finally exiting the room. Stone turned again and there she was, striding through the hallway like some sort of acid-tripped Starry Night. “Huh, looks like her treasure hunt didn’t go well” Layne remarked, noticing how her hands were empty; furthermore, she kept on walking without sparing their group a single glance until she disappeared from their view. “Annnnnd she’s gone” Chris clicked his tongue and raised his glass high in some sort of toast to Sara. “She’s gone but the real question is: where is she going?” Staley looked alternatively at his girlfriend, Cornell and Gossard, the latter remaining suspiciously silent. “And why?” Chris added after taking a sip. “Why? Well, given the expression on her face and the fact she didn’t seem to give a shit about us or the rest of the world, I think it’s pretty obvious she’s upset for something… or someone” Demri pointed out “But that could be just my stupid Pisces intuition talking, don’t mind me” <Tsk, it doesn’t take an astrologist to tell that the girl’s fucking mad> Stone thought but it wasn’t until he spotted a very well-known person in the corner that it all clicked in his mind.  When he saw Jeff rushing into the hallway, looking around, followed by a blonde girl who was talking to him while fixing her shirt, it all started making sense. <That poor excuse for a vertebrate….> the guitarist shook his head and scrubbed his hand across his face in frustration. “I need a drink” he said, excusing himself from the small circle of friends, and apparently walked up into the kitchen. Instead, he made a bee line to wherever Sara went. 

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“Sara? Come on, Sara! What’s up? Just tell me if you’re ok in there” Layla had been knocking on the bathroom’s door for a couple of minutes when Eddie first and Stone soon after showed up behind her. “What’s happening?” the guitarist tried to assess the situation, without mentioning what he had just witnessed. “It’s Sara,” the other guy answered him, while Layla proceeded to increase the knocking’s intensity, hoping to bother the other girl enough to let her into the bathroom “I think she’s not feeling good” “Oh – you think it has something to do with the food? Or maybe there are too many people in here and she felt dizzy...” Stone kept on feigning ignorance about the real cause of the girl’s distress. “I don’t know, it could be? Layla and I just happened to see her run in this direction and decided to follow her to see what we could do, but she doesn’t seem to be willing to cooperate with us” “And can you tell us what are you doing here, Stone?” Layla huffed, upset because her best friend still had to answer to her pleas to open the door “The less people we are, the more chances we have to make her feel a bit better” “Nothing, I swear I was up to nothing” he raised his hands “I was just going to get myself something to drink when I saw you guys quickly walking in this direction and thought that I should check on you, that’s all”  “What if she… you know… took something and…” Eddie scratched his nape, casually speculating, but Layla and Stone shushed him up almost at the same time. “What? No way, man” “Sara’s not into that stuff. I know what happened. It’s all Jeff’s fault” the girl pointed out and Gossard was surprised to hear that.  <Did she see them too?> he wondered. But if that was the case, he was mostly surprised that Layla would mention it at all.  “Why Jeff? What did he do?” the singer questioned, thinking of another typical round of Sara and Jeff quarrelling and being at each other’s throat. Eddie thought maybe Jeff could have gone too far this time. “I told him to go to Pike Place Market but I bet he didn’t!” she said, still frantically pounding on the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Stone had no idea what was going through the girl’s head and looked at Eddie, who seemed equally perplexed. “It took him little time to do all the grocery shopping I asked him to do for the party. I specifically told him to go to Pike Place to buy seafood but he came back with some low quality prawns he must have bought in some fucking convenience store or something closer to home. Sorry Sara, I should have known better!” the girl added the last sentence directly addressing the bathroom door in a louder voice. Stone laughed internally at Layla’s assumption, whereas Eddie thought she must be really worried if she used the F word. “Well, darling, if it makes you feel any better I’m not hearing retching sounds coming from the inside, so I think the food poisoning hypothesis can be excluded” the guitarist patted her on the shoulder, but she kept on knocking on the door. “I’m sorry to inform you that I won’t feel better until my best friend comes out of the cave! She doesn’t know it yet, but I make a damn good Jack Torrance impression and I’m honestly itching to let her see it” “... ouch, maybe it’s better if I go looking for something to drink for her, the situation is quickly escalating” Eddie added and began to walk in the kitchen’s direction, hoping to find something for himself as well. “Please, let it be some chamomile tea because she doesn’t need any more Godzilla fuel” Stone shouted at him, avoiding a brutal push from Layla, who had heard everything. “Can’t you just stop being sassy for a minute? I’m worried, for real, can’t you see it?” “You don’t need to be, trust me. Sara’s ok, nothing happened, really”  “How can you say that?” the girl felt he was keeping something from her.  “Because I know” “And how do you know?” “Because… Well, I was there so I know what happened. And it was nothing. Sara is just making a scene for nothing – which is typical of her, lemme tell ya” “Why do I feel you’ve got something to do with that nothing that happened?” Layla looked at him suspiciously. <I knew he was up to something the moment he arrived! After all, he was talking to her like five minutes before she fled into the bathroom, it must be Stone’s fault!> “Ok ok, I give in! I’ll confess.” Stone raised his hands as a defeat sign and said the first thing that came up to his mind “We were discussing movies and I just shared one maybe slightly unpopular opinion” “That is…?” “I just said that Martin Scorsese is overrated” “YOU SAID WHAT?” “I mean, he directed a bunch of pretty decent movies but-” “A bunch of decent movies? Did you use these exact words?” Layla now could see why Sara wouldn’t want anything to do with the world outside the bathroom. “Yeah, more or less. Anyway, he did something good but… err, I just find him so boring, you know” “Well I think I can speak on behalf of Sara and say you can stick your unpopular opinion up to your you-know-where and apologize to her, Martin and the movie industry” she folded her arms and started tapping her toe as if she was actually waiting for apologies. “And that was what I was expecting, I was expecting her to tell me to fuck off as usual but she just up and left. Maybe she’s in a bad mood” Stone shrugged and silently prayed for the girl to believe his bullshit. “Yeah, she’s been in a weird mood all day” Layla recalled her friend disappearing the whole afternoon and then reacting strangely during their drinking game. “I’ll apologize to her” “Good. Just do it” “But… I can’t do it if you stay here” “Hahaha and why? Are you shy all of a sudden?” “It’s hard for me, you know” “Are you like the poor man’s version of the Fonz? Who can’t physically say I’m sorry?” “Sort of…” “I don’t know if I can leave you and Sara alone, can I trust you?” she sincerely asked. “Oh for fuck’s sake, sure you can! I’m not Jeff” Stone retorted and his remark had multiple meanings but Layla could only grasp one of them, the most obvious one. “Ok, come on Sara, tell this guy off and get out of here! It’s almost midnight!” she addressed her friend again with one last weak knock on the bathroom door and then went back into the living room. “Scout, the coast is clear… now you can come out” Stone had waited for Layla to disappear before addressing again the door; there was silence, when finally a croaky voice came from inside the bathroom. “... that makes you Boo Radley, I suppose” The guitarist smiled to himself: “I guess it does” “I appreciate the sentiment but I just wanna stay alone” “And monopolize the bathroom for the whole evening? Nuh-uh, missy, I won’t all-” “Stoney, what are you doing here, talking with the bathroom door?” a wild McCready appeared out of thin air, looking at his bandmate in a mildly concerned way. “Just trying to find out if it’s made of oak or pine” “Well, try to get an answer really soon because I must go inside!” “Jeez, Mikey, you know you can smoke from the balcony, right? Nobody’s going to call the police” “What did you understand??” Mike grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake him “I already did that, we’re talking about another kind of emergency!” “What? You lost your contacts and need to put in another pair?” “I NEED TO SHIT! There, I said it! Are you happy, now???”  “... you could have done it from the start” “That’s what I was trying to do” “... too bad we have another emergency going on, so you should find another suitable place for your crap – literally”  “WHAT THE FUC-” “In your shoes, I wouldn’t get excited… you never know when shit’s about to hit the fan” “Fuck off you and your shitty puns, Stone! Where am I supposed to go??” Mike whined, shifting his weight from one leg to another with little jumps. “I don’t know, you could shit in Jeff’s bass case? Or hidden behind the ficus plants, but pay attention because Elias might still be lurking there…” “I’m going to knock on some apartment doors and the first that opens to me is gonna be the chosen savior!” McCready made his way to the front door, but stopped halfway “Don’t think I’m gonna forget how merciless you’ve been with me, I’m having mine served cold” “Hope you’re not talking about your imminent masterpiece, Cready…” “FUCK OFF, STONE” and, thus said, the victim ran outside the VedderAment residence.  Gossard let out a huge breath of relief, then turned again towards the door: “Now, where were we?”  

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No. 9: The Body Ch. 7

Characters: Diego Hargreeves & OFC Eve Corpuz

Summary: Eve and Diego get closer, leading to the inevitable confession of attraction. Eve’s powers grow to make some new very interesting connections.

Warnings/Tags: Flirting. Dancing. Training. Sexual Content. Masturbation. 

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Their lives had become a new normal the past few months. Training had become a welcome escape and focus for them both. Eve had slowly been getting stronger in physicality and her powers. She and Diego were also undoubtedly getting closer as well. 

It wasn’t just physical closeness, although there was plenty of that. Like the time she got a weird hip cramp from doing too many kicks and he had to put her on the floor and stretch her leg up and lean in. If she hadn’t been in pain she would’ve noticed the hip to hip placement and how the sounds she was making could be interpreted wholly differently. 

Eve was very busy, work picking back up and her trying to manage it all. She found time to still be with Diego on occasion. 

He’d wanted to introduce her to what he did. He called them patrols, and she called them looking for trouble. He’d help thwart muggers and she’d heal him up. She’d offer to help heal at the homeless camps and he’d be her bodyguard. They were finding they had a lot of similarities. That need to prove that they were good and make themselves useful. Despite the drastically different childhoods they’d had, they still seemed to get out with the same sort of hang-ups. It made for a deeper connection as anytime they tried to defend their decisions, the other would simply nod and say, “No, I get it.” And mean it.

This connection not only afforded them someone to share their seriousness with, their passions and motivations, it also allowed for more room in their lives to let their guards down with the built trust. It allowed them both time to do something they rarely did with others, be silly. 

She’d made him give into using her playlists since she was the one paying, she stressed. He’d not teased her too much about her music. But what he didn’t know is she had multiple ones for when she was alone. Eve loved to make a list, and playlists were no exception. Her workouts at home on her days off consisted of her dancing. Nothing fancy, just freestyling like she was back in her club days and music video choreography like she was a teen again. She still knew every move to Oops I did it again and that was a secret she’d take to her grave. 

So in the transition between takedowns, when The Weeknd comes on with his synthy beat for Blinding Lights, Diego is confused like a puppy as the single tone plays for a moment before realizing it’s something he’s heard on the radio before. 

“I like the 80’s vibes but I’ve never fought to anything this… dancey.”

“Yeah, this...isn’t the right playlist. This must be my dance workout one. I’ll change it.” she says wiping her face off with her shirt and walking over.

“You have a dance workout? Like that.. zumba stuff?”

“No.” she shakes her head and laughs. “On my days off I do cardio to music just... dancing around. Y’know a solid beat to do reps to.”

“Show me.” he says with a big teasing grin.

“Ugh.” She makes a disappointed face.

“You’re never shy, c’mon.” he motions to the center of the mat to give her the floor. 

“Put a girl on the spot.” she mumbles and starts a basic hip moving beat. “This one’s got a lot of The Weeknd on it.” she grins almost bashfully. She stretches to the beat, squats, and simple body weight reps. “See? You just do some reps and then dance when you want to.”

He comes in line with her and starts copying her. “So you start with the Carlton dance?”

“Shut up!” she laughs and claps her hands at him. “It is NOT the Carlton dance you asshole.” she laughs and gets back into her one-two-step sway to the beat that isn’t enough to wear you out but enough to keep your heart rate up.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it is.” he says with a boyish persistent nod. 

“You want me to really dance? Like I do at home? I’ll fuckin’...twerk all over this gym, Diego.” she says it like a threat and he gives her a full chested laugh. “You want a choreographed routine?” she busts a move from an old routine from her stage days when she was younger. 

“Yeah! What you got?”

“Fine, next song…” she waits for the song to shift. Earned It begins to play and she rolls her eyes. “This isn’t a…” she snorts. “Not what I meant. Not really a workout song.”

“Then why is it on the playlist?”

“Because it IS a routine but not…” she twitches her nose. 

“I am intrigued. Understandably.” he crosses his arms feeling the upper hand. 

“You’re a dick, you know that?” she sighs and goes and grabs a fold-up chair from the edge of the room. “If I do this, you have to dance for ME. Fairs fair.”

“Oga for oga.” he nods

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s Swedish.” he grunts out with a showy shake of his head. 

“I was dancer. So this is… a routine we would do…” 

“You don’t fight like a dancer moves, no offense.”

“Not the same kind of dancer…” she grins before it comes apparent just what sort of dancer she meant. “Never done this for free. Consider yourself lucky.” she laughs as she flips her hair over in her high pony and continues spinning and straddling the chair. 

“I do. I am very lucky.” he grins and thumbs his lip. Giving her a cocky nod and up and down.

“I’m only doing this on the basis of double dog dare rules.” 

“And I respect that.” he continues his big grin and nod as he judged her playfully without a word. 

“That’s all you get for free.” she rises out of an almost split on the floor. “Fuck. Need to work on my splits.” she gives a good stretch after moving the chair. “Your turn. Better make this Magic Mike worthy.” she demands with a pointed finger to the floor. 

“Maybe not Magic Mike…” he shrugs as another song plays in, I Feel It Coming playing through. “This new?”

“New-ish.” she answers. He casually keeps his eyes away from hers as his hands move confidently to her body and yank her close, a formal stance as he finds the beat with a bobbing head. “Follow my lead.” he connects his eyes and takes her in a waltz light stride across the floor.

“What is this? Am I suddenly a duchess being courted in the 1700s?” she teases and he throws her out to spin her.

“No, because she’d know how to do this.” he taunts before dipping her. 

“I’m sorry I’m not that fancy!” she laughs with messy hair as he pulls her back up quickly.

“Oh, you think it’s fancy?”

“Yeah because it is. This is 4 different kinds of forks at dinner fancy.” she mocks. “I gave you grade A… okay grade B exotic dancer vibes and you give me Mr. Darcy who will faint if he sees my ankles.”

“Fine.” he rolls his eyes and pulls her back to his chest. Hands hard on her hips make her blush immediately, a quick beat hip sway catches her off guard. “Better?”

“Yes. Give me modern. Give me it’s early 2000’s and you’re shaking it like you don't wanna go home broke that night.” she demands playfully and they share a laugh, feeling the nostalgia for a moment and falling into a comfortable, borderline not appropriate dancing for middle schoolers. They gave over for a minute, hips and hands and him using his intense eyes that had gotten him what he’d wanted when he was younger. Eve could dance, she’d made a living out of it before and during school before things got too hectic to keep up work and study and residency. She’d danced before that with fake ID’s in clubs, she’d been around plenty of people and places, and she hated to admit that the man could move. With his almost pitbull puppy appearance she could forget that he was very in tune with his body when he wanted. She was reminded of it when she would watch him fight someone else. And she was reminded of it as he had his hands around her waist and hips with no hesitation, a confidence his usual demeanor with her lacked. They came together to sway, eyes locked and subtle smiles with competitive dark eyes watching the other.

“Eve?” 

“Hmm?” she asks with a pleasant smile as she looks up to him in the reverse embrace. 

“Would you-” he begins, his head tilted to her shoulder. He takes a low key deep breath and swings her away, taking her hands back into a much simpler embrace. “Would you wanna go out sometime?” His voice didn’t exactly crack but there was a fleeting moment of him losing his suave exterior to show the unsure boy with a crush underneath. 

“Go out?” she asks rhetorically. “And do more of this?” she asks with a playful inflection to show he didn’t need to be nervous. 

“I mean, if you want me to keep making you look bad…” he smirks and she steps on his foot and they share a hushed laugh. “We could go dancing.” he offers.

“We don’t have to,” she answers quickly and quietly. “It’s not something I do much. Well, in public anyway.” they continue a slow PTA approved slow dance stature together. 

“Yeah me either.” he chuckles back. 

“If not dancing..then what?”

“We could, uh, have drinks.” he offers with a thoughtful pursed mouth. 

“We could eat.” she offers with a wide grin.

“Always with you and food.” he teases

“Always. I’ve never seen you turn it down anytime it was offered.”

“Touche.” he narrows his eyes. “Food and drinks. Alright, we’ll go to a place that has food and drinks.”

“....a restaurant?” she asks with a bubbling laugh.

“Yeah. One of those.” he breathily laughs it out and looks away for a moment. 

He was awfully cute when he was dumb. 

“I know this place. Good burgers.” he nods. “There’s a bar and you can get food. It’s small… not very busy. Mostly working-class people y’know. Easy to have some privacy.”

“You make it sound like we’re going on a stakeout.” 

“Old habit I guess.”

“So it’s not in fact, a stakeout?”

‘No. No stakeout.” he answers enthusiastically and feeling her playful energy. 

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

“Deal.” she doesn’t break from the sacred finger hold, and neither does he. “So if it’s not work…” she begins with an animated move of her neck. “Does that mean this is a date?” 

He pauses for a moment and lowers his chin to face her more head-on, speaking more quietly. “Yeah. A date.” she sees that flash of fuck boy, she’d named it. You know the lip-biting, the fingers through the hair and doing that nod your way like they know you want them. Tik tok fuck boys, the ones with 90’s teen heartthrob hair. While Diego’s hair wasn’t quite to that length yet, she wondered for a distracted second how it might look on him, or if he’d had that hair when they were that age. 

“Was it the Carlton dance?” she asks with wiggling eyebrows and he breaks his suave demeanor. “Or was it the chair dance?” she gives a goofy wiggle in his arms. 

“It was more the chair than the Carlton…” she feels that shift, his hand a bit more demanding on her lower back, keeping her close. “But I wouldn’t turn down that Carlton dance after a few drinks.” they both fall into a  shared bubble of laughter as she ducks her head to his chest and her shoulders shake. 

“I’ll be sure to wear a pastel sweater and some pleated khakis on the date.” she says with a sly grin that he answers with crinkled eyes of amusement. 

“The chair dance in THAT? Now THAT’s sexy.”

“Oh yeah, catch me three drinks deep and grinding in my fuckin’...Tommy Bahama dress slacks.” she moves her hips grinding on his thigh to call his bluff and before he can break his sarcastic bitten lip to show excessive interest in the idea - a voice breaks their bubble of intimacy they’d been working on all night. 

“Do we need a separate license to teach dance?”  The voice breaks a cozy moment between them. They both freeze and Eve blinks curiously at the short teenager with the angry face. Oh yeah, that had to be his brother.

“We have that license. And the one for the use of the songs.” Diego’s hands move away without much rush from Eve, his smile fading almost instantly. “What do you want?” 

“A word?” a cocked eyebrow from the pale and strong-jawed young man.

“We were kind’ve in the middle of-”

“In the middle of -what- exactly Diego?” Five’s head cocked the side. 

“It’s fine. I can go. It’s near the end of my session anyway.”

“Oh.” Five mumbles. “Didn’t realize you were a paying customer.”

“Yeah. Hi. I’m Doctor Eve Corpuz.” she reaches out her hand after putting on a hoodie. 

“Doctor, eh? What kind?”

“ER Doctor at Calvary.” 

“MMph.” He gives a respectful nod. “Wouldn’t be where you met my mess of a brother would it?”

“It would be actually.” she gives a warm smile as she stuffs her things into her duffle. 

“Pleasure to meet you. But I do need a word in private with my brother.”

“Family stuff. I get it.” she nervously laughs. “I’ll see you on Thursday?”

“Uh...yeah.” Diego shakes his head, obviously flustered and glaring at his brother.

“Okay. See you. You boys have a good night!”

Eve pulls up her hood to cozy against the blustery spring night. 

---------------------------------------------------

Eve had received a smattering of high energy texts from her friend when she sent, ‘I think my trainer just asked me out?😏’. 

With playful accusations of what a harlot Eve was planning on being she was also met with a new nervousness. Now the way her coworker was seeing it, her hot Personal trainer asked her if she wanted to go out. As opposed to how Eve saw it, her mentor Diego seeing if she wanted to do something besides train for once. But he loved training. Yeah, she couldn’t lie to herself. It was a date. 

Once the revelation hits her she keeps a sly smile on her face as she goes about her evening in her apartment. It WAS a date. And he HAD had his hands all over her tonight. Not that it was unusual with their new ventures into MMA, but this was different. That was for fun. Not for training purposes. They’d just been two people dirty dancing. At least for what action Eve had gotten lately, it was considered dirty. 

She turns her playlist to the one from the gym earlier over her speakers. She finds the same sultry song, the one she’d used in her VIP room lap dances. She’d loved the video for the song and made up a routine based on it. She wasn’t a fan of the movie or book it came from but it was a moody vibe setter and that’s what she liked in her work. She takes a chair from the corner of her room, in just her panties and paper-thin t-shirt, and channeled that part of her that’d been bubbling beneath the surface ever since she’d met Diego. That part of her that kept in touch with her sexuality every day. The part of her that loved moving her body to the music, audience or not. 

She admires herself in the dresser mirror for a moment. Something she hadn’t done in a while beyond the quick double-take of having her butt look good. She felt like herself, the Eve she was without all this worry about powers and careers and responsibility. That girl that loved dancing. The girl that went from town to town, loving and leaving and never staying long enough to take root. Being led by nothing but her heart. Not a thought to the future.  It was easy to miss that version of herself, but she knew she was better for having gotten her shit together. But it was nice to romanticize from time to time alone. 

He could just be a guy at a bar, and she’s an eager woman looking for something that burns so hot it couldn't last. It doesn’t take long for her to fall into her fantasy, recalling his hands on her, sweat dripping onto her collarbone from his damp hair hanging across his forehead over those dark eyes. She could smell him, feel his hands on her she knew when she kissed him she’d taste the salt of his sweat. She was in deep, just like her fingers between her pussy lips. She’d have a spicy little daydream, cum nice and hard, and fall into a heavy sleep. That was her plan for the evening.

Across town, in his apartment, Diego’s night was just getting started. He was looking over documents Five had given him, something he thought he might need to know about. But he was finding it hard to concentrate.

He thought he was past this sort of thing, some adolescent reminiscent sudden sexual urge that made its way into your head and wouldn’t get out. As his fingers fidgeted and his leg bounced, he took a deep breath and he felt his body getting warm, the blood flowing and him seeing the straining against his gym shorts. He took another deep breath and this one felt more like a sigh, a slump onto the desk in front of him as he looked down at his twitching shorts. 

“Really? Now?” He mutters to himself as he looks around as if someone could be watching, making his way to his bedroom. Wasn’t going to chance anyone interrupting him again. 

He sat on the bed, kicking off his bottoms and tossing his shirt aside. But as soon as he gave into it, it was like he could feel her hands on him, and there was only one woman on his mind. It’s like she was in his arms again, her strong hips in his hands, he could feel her hand creeping up around his neck, nails raking on his scalp and making him shiver. 

She didn’t waste much time, her clit already throbbing and aching for attention. In her mind, she finally brings those full lips to her own, hand into his pants and happy with what she finds there. 

It was as if he could feel her mouth around him, his hand and hers one of the same, her imagining him in her throat and nice and wet before abandoning the laws of physics and then suddenly laying down and her slipping him inside. 

From her leisurely position on the bed she moves on her hands and knees, a pillow a poor stand-in, but her imagination makes up the rest. She wanted to feel that broad chest under her hands and the slap of skin to skin. She felt the slip of sweat on her palms and held him by the hair as she rode and kissed him.

Diego was sprawled in his bed, hand around his cock, and pumping to try to satisfy himself. He could feel her grinding against him, that delicious weight of a woman on top of you, taking what she needed. He very easily imagined it, finally seeing her tits bounce as she moved and the never-ending expanse of her tattoos without the interference of clothes. He was happy to take a back seat for a hot creature like her but he grew hungry, nearing his end faster than he anticipated. 

Eve was at the desperate stage. So close to reaching the peak. Everything sensitive and flushed and wanting to lay back and take it. She grabs a dildo from the bedside drawer, a quick stick to the headboard, and Eve was moaning out his name to an empty room. 

With a hand hard on the headboard, his body taught and almost angry at the tension, he feels the bounce-back of her ass as he drills into her. Hands fast to her hips and back, holding her down. He let out a frustrated growl as he felt his own orgasm about to rise.

With a moan, she begs for him to go deeper and she feels the release through her body. Hands on her tits and moaningas she convulsed, imagining his cock inside her instead, his hands tight to her hip and breast just as she was envisioning. He collapsed into the pillow beneath him, panting. 

“That was… intense.” They sigh. 

Apparently, Eve’s powers growing stronger was creating some interesting connections. 

 @jaegeeeeer​ @diegos-butt​ @anglovesthis @likedovesinthewnd​

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves fic #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy fanfic #diego hargreeves fanfic

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Long Lost and Found (Sriracha, Part 34.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: The summer of '85, also known as the summer you've died inside. Mourning can be a good thing - as soon as you won't let it bring you down. It was already January and whether you liked it or not, it was the right time to move on.

A/N: Okay, surely, this is not cannon so I left the reasons why he is back vague. But inspired by Warm Foothills by Alj-J and Enfance 80 by VIDEOCLUB.

Word count: 3.5 K

Tagging:  @nemodoren​, @creedslove​, @missdictatorme, @ysljordy

Master list: H E R E

Hawkins winter of '86 - the January was quite tough with all of you already, not even speaking about the New Year's Eve. The snow was everywhere and the roads were poorly taken care of since the new police chief didn't exactly know when to start to take care of the roads. They tried their best... But it wasn't enough.

You almost had two crashes before you made it to Enzo's. Before that, the car didn't want to start again and you almost had to cancel the dinner. You were almost crying when you tried to make the engine work, your dad ending helping you in the end. Jim knew how to start that car, yet you still didn't learn shit. You were just counting with him to start your can during winter. Also, it started snowing at that time again.

You had called Eleven just an hour ago, but it seemed to be the whole infinity. She was your baby girl - and you were her mom. Or at least someone who she took as a mother figure. She missed you pretty bad and so did you miss her. But you knew that Joyce takes better care of her than you could.

In the end, you were still a college student. But you did spend your Christmas with her, buying her some new clothes, giving her a few mixtapes and also cooked the Christmas dinner with her - Joyce and her family made it to Hawkins along with Jonathan and Will - and Eleven stayed at your parents' place almost the whole time, except the day after, that day she spent with Mike and friends. She was calling your mom granny and she hadn't called you differently than mom.

That was why her absence was tearing you apart so badly. You wanted to kiss her forehead and wish her a good night like you always did, or just take her shopping, bake sweets with her, talk about boys or just paint her fucking nails. You had one another but at this time in both your lives, it wasn't possible to be together.

You were already missing her, even if she told you that she loves you just an hour ago. You would do anything for her to tell you again. But you had a meeting planned and your mom told you to go meet him. She knew that he isn't a boyfriend material in your eyes and she didn't even want you to date him, but it should make you think about different things.

Nobody was pushing you to move forward. It was alright to feel grief and pain, but in your case, it was taking too long. The grieving slowly fell into depression and you knew it, you just thought that you don't have enough weapons to fight it. So your mom took the situation to her hands and finally accepted the long time offered meeting. He just wanted to talk. He knew you loved and missed Hopper, but at that point, he was worried for you.

And it was a good idea. It was a better idea than just to cry in your bed all night and miss Hopper. Seriously, how many times did you already went through your family photos? How many times did you refuse to take off his t-shirt or binged your Magnum P.I. tapes and westerns? You were completely out of order.

So when he saw you in front of Enzo's in your best dress and coat, he immediately stood up and gave you a warm, friendly smile. Something had changed about Steve Harrington. He wasn't the highschooler pinning after you, not anymore. He was a grown-up man who was simply worried about you. A friend you could count on, a shoulder you could cry on and a man to protect you from yourself.

Before he helped you with taking off the coat, he hugged you. It didn't matter that your coat is wet from the dissolving snow, he just pressed your body onto his. He chose a good table and a great restaurant, they were rumored to cook the best dishes in Hawkins. Italian cuisine, you heard.

"You look good, really good. Better than two weeks ago." - Steve complimented you and you just smiled at him. Yeah, you were slowly getting better - you didn't have your hair greasy 24/7 and you started to work on a sleep schedule.

"You don't look bad yourself, Harrington." - You clapped back with your typical dry humor and Steve couldn't but open up his mouth. This was almost you Steve had remembered. A bit underweighted with an unhealthy skin tone, but the person in front of him was starting to have the same personality traits you were known for.

"Give me the coat, pretty lady, I'll fetch it to the dressing room." - Steve smiled and helped you with taking it off. You grinned back, thinking about his gentlemancy and politeness, but you didn't tell a word. It was nice of him.

When you sat down, Steve had a happy expression. You finally weren't sitting at home, drowning yourself with thoughts about Hopper, which was maybe a small step forward, but the smallest first steps were the most important in the end.

"Stare at me one more minute the way you're staring now and I'll disappear." - You bickered with a playful tone and Steve nodded, giving himself and you the menu. You knew which wine to order because Jim sometimes bought you a bottle in Enzo's, but the food was a mystery for you.

"How's Eleven doing? Heard Joyce was in town for Christmas... Well... Heard. I was spending some time with them playing D&D, Robin was there with me. El seemed to be doing fine." - Steve said with an honest smile. He knew that Eleven is the safest and the most dangerous topic at the same time, but he was curious.

"She's... She's doing great in Maine. After a long discussion, Joyce made Eleven going to a public school. She was out of her mind when she started to learn about physics and biology. She has a lot of friends and I heard she's getting along with Will." - You answered with a big smile, stopping the conversation while the waiter was writing down your offer.

"Wow. I remember the days when she could barely speak and now, she has two great moms and speaks in essays." - Steve said cheerfully, making you chuckle a bit. That was right. Eleven had two full-time moms who loved her and would do anything for her. She had a lot of friends at Maine and in Hawkins as well. She was finally living the normal life she always deserved.

"That's right. The nights with vocabulary and grammar books were endless, but it paid off." - You grinned and thanked when the waiter brought you your favorite wine. He poured some to your glass, giving Steve the Pepsi he ordered.

"You loved teaching her how to talk, come on." - Harrington teased you and you giggled, nodding.

"I would pay any price to live through those nights again." - You said quietly, going down the memory lane for a while. Then, Steve started to talk about what he was up to and how he's doing. You were leaning your chin into your palm and nodded in the rhythm of his speech.

You were surprised about what Steve was up to - he had grown up so much that you barely didn't recognize him or his personality. But you adored that. This Steve was really interesting and funny, which was a difference from the cocky highschool king.

"Thank you for taking me out." - You smiled at Steve and he just smiled back. This was a priority for him - to make a friend laugh. He couldn't take the years of pinning after you back, but he could repay you like that. He wasn't a friend with Aiden anymore, they still greeted and had a word when they met, but they weren't spending as much as they did before. The strong feelings Steve had maybe disappeared, but care for you as a person was still him.

You continued with talking while you ate, Steve making you completely forget about how sad and alone you were.

When Hopper died in Starcourt, nobody told you what happened there because Hopper didn't wish you to know, it felt like someone tore a part of you. That part just vanished into some kind of void and you couldn't find it. It wasn't even existing anymore. You were just half of your former you. And Steve could make it disappear. And you couldn't even say how grateful you were.

As you laughed, you looked away from your dish, and Steve and your gaze lingered over a man walking in the almost stormy night. The snow was falling so quickly that you almost didn't see the road in front of Enzo's.

His movements were similar to Jim's, which reminded you of all the bad thoughts that were circling in your head for the last two months. But that wasn't Jim, for sure - he was bald and mustache-less, he also seemed to be way slimmer.

"What caught your eye?" - Steve spoke with his mouth full of food, looking in the same direction. The man seemed to look into Enzo's, his palms in the big, old, torn in places winter coat.

"That man. I thought he's Jim for a moment." - You told Steve and suddenly, he could feel the instant shift in your mood. You started to breathe heavily and a panic attack was coming your way. Tears were coming to your eyes and before you could close your eyes, Steve's palm caught yours. It wasn't a romantic gesture, he was just keeping you in the present.

"Hey, stop panicking, yeah? Maybe it's s sign. Maybe you should get up and go to talk to that man. Right now." - He proposed and you looked at him as if he went crazy Steve rose his eyebrows and nodded even faster.

"Are you fucking serious?" - You asked with an opened mouth. Steve shook his shoulders and then got up, running to the storm outside. He ran to the man and spoke to him for a while, before coming back to you. He looked almost terrified, shocked, to say the least. He stood in front of the table for a second, fidgeting his fingers.

"I... Um... Now really think you should at least talk to him." - Steve told you with sincerity in his voice, looking like he's about to throw up. His forehead got sweaty and his voice was shaking.

"Steve, that's a bad idea. I don't think I'm ready..." - You tried to say no, but Steve just shook your head and took your palm once again.

"Y/N listen to me. You have to get up and go to talk to that man. Now. Immediately. He's waiting for you in the stormy night, don't leave him hanging." - He told you with some kind of unknown urgency in his voice. You knew that he's serious for some reason.

"Alright, who's a psycho now? Jesus." - You mumbled and got up, you rolled your dress a bit down before leaving into the stormy night to see why Steve made you talk to him.

"I'm sorry about my friend out there." - You giggled nervously and almost froze down. The wind was almost ice-cold, the snow didn't stop falling for a second. - "He sometimes gets into super scary psycho moods and makes me do things I wouldn't normally do." - You started shyly, hugging yourself while looking at the back of the man's bald head. There was hair growing, actually, but it was a short while since someone shaved it all off.

"Like this, for an instance. I don't usually talk to strangers. It's freezing, isn't it? Aren't you cold? I can give you some money for a bowl of soup and some motel." - You offered him and put a hand on his shoulder. He almost jumped at that sudden contact, almost as if you hurt him. You immediately put the hand back, still trying not to freeze down.

Steve Harrington was just insane. Why did he make you come there in the first place? To talk with some hobo? Jesus.

There was a long silence when your body started to tremble. Your lips were getting a bit blue-ish tone since you stood there in dress reaching your knees and high heels.

"I've missed you, have I told you that?" - The man asked quietly, still not facing you. Your mouth just opened up in sudden shock. You didn't feel cold anymore, you were ready to screw the snow and to just... You didn't even know. What did he say? You closed your eyes and replayed that last sentence. That was something Jim Hopper would've told you. Such short, but emotional words. - "And I thought this conversation will be much different. But anythin' I imagined couldn't prepare me for this."

And with that, the man looked at you. The whole Hawkins froze for a second. Your eyes scanned his facial expressions piece after piece, and your heart somehow knew that even if he doesn't look like him anymore, it's Hopper. It was Hopper standing in front of you, with his hands in his pockets, licking his lips, having some crazy beard and no hair, being extremely underweighted, and somehow being even more odd-looking than you were.

The panic attack was on in seconds, you couldn't catch your breath and without you even want to, you fell onto your knees. The world was spinning too fast while your brain was too slow. You couldn't quite catch what was even happening. You were crying and hyperventilating at the same time, unable to even hiss.

"Hey, are you okay?" - Hopper got on his knees and touched you with uncertainty. He still didn't believe you're real. He imagined you so many times that you could be nothing more than his imagination. Hopper was sincerely afraid to touch you.

You weren't okay. You were anything but ok. The breath seemed to be stuck in your throat, your eyes were watering, your lips were opened.

"Hey, hey, hey. I told you you're not going that road again and you better listen to me." - You heard a familiar voice of Steve Harrington and you felt him covering you in your coat. He paid the dinner and fetched you the coat because he knew that once you'll see Hopper alive and well, you're going to be fucked up. And hey, he was right, to say the least.

"What's wrong with her?" - Hopper asked with clear fear in his voice and Steve helped you in your legs since Hopper was still unable to even get closer. You slowly closed your eyes and leaned your head in the crook of Steve's neck, still crying and breathing heavily.

"She's been like that since Eleven left to Maine with Joyce. Once even Eleven disappeared, she was out of use, from school to work and otherwise. She pulled herself together for Christmas, but she's still not quite okay." - Steve mumbled and practically dragged you to your car. - "Can you drive? She's freaked up."

"I can try, but I think it will come back naturally. I haven't driven for only half a year in the end." - Hopper answered with mumbling and took our keys out of your purse. Still the same key, still the same car, but not quite the same lady. - "Have I done that?"

"No, don't be silly. You haven't - your disappearance did. More or less, it's the Russians' fault, but who am I to judge?" - Steve said and with Hopper's help, they put you on the back seats. - "You go first, I'll drive behind you. We'll take her to her house. She needs a bath and goes to sleep as soon as possible."

Hopper nodded with determination and sat down behind the steering wheel. It was something so normal, so ordinary, it felt like an everyday classic. To drive. Just to drive. And he hasn't done any of that in weeks and months. With shaky hands, he started the engine and with a deep breath, he started to drive the car back so it would fit the road.

His eyes were jumping between you and the road - and he didn't know what was terrifying him more. Was it the closing up pavement or you, now quiet at least, crying? He couldn't honestly say. He was slowly starting to remember how your car was working - the bad engine that could stop working at basically any minute, your heating was working only when it wanted to and the steering wheel was stiffed with how old it was.

It was just a one, long misty drive to your house - Hopper remembered only three things: you crying on the back seat, the snow was falling so heavily that he couldn't see the road in front of him and the lights of Harrington's car. The only three things he could recall.

When both the cars stopped in front of the house, Hopper could say that even your house is still the same as it used to be. The same porch, same terrace, the same color, only covered in snow. Your mom was sitting in the living room along with your brother, your father was probably somewhere off.

"Don't be afraid and pick her up bridal style, take her to bed. Come on." - Steve opened up the backseat door and helped with taking you out of the car. When that was done, Steve locked your car, put the keys back to your purse, and went to knock on the door.

Jim was carrying you, looking you in the face. Your lips were pressed together, your eyes widened and sad, your palm pressed on the place where his heart was pounding. You could feel it. You weren't crying anymore, but your mind sure was confused.

"Are you here, or do I have hallucinations again?" - You asked and put your temple on his shoulder, your smile was contained, you almost seemed to be delusional. Jesus, you were in a really bad state.

"I'm here. Unless you figured out how to levitate." - Hopper mumbled back and you chuckled with an uneasy feeling. Steve was talking to your mom as Jim walked up the stairs with you in his arms.

"I don't know. This just doesn't feel real. Are you going to disappear as you did before?" - The pain in your voice was unbearable. You were genuinely worried about him disappearing once again - did you see him any time before, then? Were hallucinations a part of your daily life? At least, he knew that he left some kind of neurosis behind. And he honestly hated himself for that. Hopper's fingers dug a bit deeper into your upper thigh as he carried you just behind the door.

"I'm here. You should sleep now." - Hopper whispered and kissed your temple hastily. He almost missed the spot.

"I don't want to. What if I'm going to wake up and you're not here?" - You whispered back while Steve was waiting for your mom to open up.

"I'm not plannin' or leavin'. You won't be able to shake me off." - Hopper hummed and the door finally opened up. Your mom was a bit furrowed when she opened the door and tied the ribbon around her waist, but at soon as she looked around, she was surprised and almost out of breath.

The three of you were standing outside - Steve looking nervous, almost as if he was feeling sick, you being held in bridal style, and... Hopper holding you in his arms. Jesus, he was looking just terrible, she could barely recognize him. His hair was gone, his face was tired and pale with dark circles under his eyes. Hopper looked like shit.

"Come in. All of you. Now." - Your mom told and stepped aside to let everybody in. Jim was holding you up from the bottom of his last will, his muscles were uncontrollably flexing and trembling. He was too weak to carry you around and it could be seen. - "Steven, take her and help me to get her to her room. Hopper, bath, immediately."

She sent him off and Jim looked back at her, then at Steve, who came closer and put his arms under your knee pits and on the small of your back, letting Hopper gently drop you off. Jim cautiously rolled you down, still feeling your worried look on his face.

"No, I don't want to, mom." - You protested quietly, sobbing into Steve's coat again. At least, you weren't hysterical or panicking. You were just tired, acting like small kids were.

"I will leave now, then. Can I see her again?" - Hopper turned around to walk out of the door once Steve disappeared with you in his arms on the second floor, but your mom caught his jacket and almost brought him to the ground.

"You are going to have a bath. I'll bring you fresh clothes, give you something to eat and then, you can go to sleep in the guest's room." - She closed the door and mumbled something about dumb men.

"That's unacceptable." - Jim went after her, any of his typical ironies could be heard in his voice. Your mom held up the pan that she was holding at the moment.

"Do I have written that I'm dumb on my forehead? Hm? Do I look dumb enough for you to think that I believe, that you, the legendary James Hopper, haven't seen my daughter naked or that you only held hands? You lived together for almost two years, you took care of her... And you brought Jane to our life." - Your mom smiled and went to carefully smooth his shoulder. - "It's okay for you to stay here. You're family, basically a son in law. Well... I don't know how she feels about all of it now, you'll have to talk a lot, go through a lot, but I'm sure you'll somehow manage to conclude."

Hopper wasn't very fond of staying at your place. Not at all. Honestly, he would rather sleep under the bridge than share your house with you until everything... Goes back to normal. Or at least seemingly normal.

"She would want you to stay, Hopper. Come on, have the bath, please." - Your mom begged the man, shooting her look to Steve who was walking down the stairs.

"I tugged her in and waited for a while behind the door. There was a possibility that she would try to sneak from the room. But she fell asleep immediately. And she's slowly bringing up. " - Steve told them both when he came back downstairs, readjusting the tuxedo on his body.

"I'll take care of that, Steven. Thanks for accompanying her." - She hugged the boy with a warm smile, patting his shoulder. Steve was a good boy in her eyes - even through your age difference, she wouldn't be mad if you two would get together. Unfortunately, she knew that your heart is in a much different state. And that your mind will be a mess once you'll wake up.

"It was my pleasure, literally. She seemed happy, at least for a while." - Steve nodded and with that, he gave a nod to Jim. - "Good luck. As a friend, I can say that... She's pretty messed up now. But she'll get over it."

And with that, every one of them knew that it's about time to call it a night.

#jim hopper #jim hopper imagine #jim hopper x reader #james jim hopper #stranger things #stranger things hopper #stranger things netflix #jim hopper stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #enfance 80 by videoclub #warm foothills by alt-j

[minetteenfers]

Gonna sneak peak you all the first chapter of this novel I’m working on because I’m having too much fun with it. lol

Until I Found You Excerpt:(I don’t think I need to preface this, but it’s an adult romance novel. You’ve been warned. LOL)

Tags: ABO, primalkink, werewolves, werewolf/human romance, contemporary romance, cursing, drinking

Chapter 1: Thaniel

 I sat in my oxblood leather armchair in front of my stone fireplace, swirling my glass of whiskey in my hand.  I always liked to look presentable. I was the Alpha, the top man in my pack and I couldn’t look to be anything but. Not that I really took my title seriously. I didn’t ask to be cursed by a damn vexing woman. She had played me, dragged me in and made me fall until she could put something in my drink. Most of us are here because of some sort of magic. Some corrupted witches that decided to not play fair. Some might call them selkies or sirens, we just call them vexing women. And mine played me hard. 

I knew what my best attributes were and what my worst ones were, but it varied depending on the woman in my bed. One thing I knew for sure, I had a massive primal kink that could strangle a city. Most women found me to be terrifying, but a few were into it. It wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t control my urge to growl and pin a bitch to a bed. My urges to run my nose along their neck and take in their scent points behind their earlobes like a starved man that hadn’t partaken in his darkest vice. I craved it, needed it, but I wasn’t down for finding a mate. I enjoyed being alone. I enjoyed not having to worry about someone else. I just wanted to break my damn curse and not have to live this life. But everyone in this lifestyle knew one thing, there was no breaking it. Once a wolf? Always a wolf. You were a part of the pack until the day you were put in the damn ground like some forgotten sad soul. I was trapped. Trapped to become a wolf until the day I died and who knew how fucking long that would take.

 I cleared my throat and focused on the crackling fire. I had been told that I had to find an Omega soon, but I hadn’t come across one that I liked. I had been to many parties, all fancy, but I had never found her. I had never found the right mate, not that I wanted to. Like I said, I lived for being alone and fucking whatever and whoever my heart desired. Fuck the other shit.  

 Daniel Thate, my Beta best friend and right-hand man, had been giving me shit for years about it. It wasn’t like it was my fault that women were scared of me. Most of them that is.

I sighed and a corner of my lips curled up to showcase a fang as I brought my glass of whiskey to my lips, taking a long sip. My fangs ached to sink into a woman’s neck, but I wasn’t in the mood to hunt.

I honestly don’t know what it is about me that is so intimidating. I mean I am a tall man and I have broad shoulders, and maybe I am a bit overly muscular, but I am a good man. A damn fine man if you ask me. But sometimes the outside outweighed the inside. If I’m honest, I’m lonely. I want to settle down and have a few kids. I’m thirty and by now most of my friends have settled down with a couple kids under their belt. And all I have to say for thirty is a lavish home and this damn glass of whiskey that is currently in my hand. God damnit.

“Hey, are you heading to this party with me over at Evie’s?” Daniel barged into the room and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

He was slightly less muscular and shorter than I. His medium toned brown hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and his shirt was a crimson red. His black leather pants had crisscrossing leather along the sides of them and his black ankle boots were loose.

“I’m serious, man. You need to come out sometime. Evie has some hot friends. I’m sure you’ll find your Omega there.” Daniel smiled at me with this shit-eating grin that only showcased how hard he was trying to get my ass out there in the playing field with him, even though the damn bastard was taken.  I set my jaw and quietly growled as I brought my whiskey up to finish it. “C’mon man, don’t leave me hanging like last time…”

I sighed and threw my glass into the fire, causing it to flare up and shatter. I lacked all fucks at the moment. If he wanted me to go, fuck it, I’d go. I’d prove him wrong. No woman would really want to settle down with me. Fuck me? Sure. Settle down? Hell no. I was the type you took home to fuck, not bring home to your mother. I brought the black military styled boot that was resting on my thigh to the ground, as I grabbed onto the arms of the chair and pushed myself up to stand.

“Fuck it. You want me to go, I’ll go.” I walked out of the room and heard Daniel follow me out of the room.

“Thaniel. You’re gonna meet the right Omega. I’m telling you. Just give it time.” Daniel continued to follow me and while I loved the little shit, he annoyed me to death.

“I’m just going to humor you.” I sighed and got to my car, unlocking it with the key fob. “What club is it at?”

“Barbed Rose on Eve’s Street.” Daniel climbed into the passenger side and I slammed the car into gear. “You really think that no woman is gonna want that amazing body of yours? How many women you take home on the daily?”

I growled at him. It didn’t matter how many were in my damn bed. Not one single one wanted to fucking stay with my ass. It always ended in the girl leaving because I meant so little other than a quick railing.

“Who’s all going to be there?” I tried to focus on the road and not on my best friend, who was too excited for me to go to some party. I partially wondered if he had planned something for me there to surprise my ass. I hated surprises.

“Oh, ya know… the usual. Evie, Diane, Vix, Jason, Mike, Christian, more. The whole pack and their Chosens.” Daniel shrugged and I nearly slammed his face into the dash when I hit the break.

“Christian?” I hated him, absolutely despised the man. He was the biggest asshole of them all. One of those men that used women and felt they were his property.

“Chill. He won’t be trouble. He gave up on that years ago.” Daniel tried to calm me down, not that he could.

“To hell he won’t be. The man wreaks fucking trouble. Prove me wrong!” I shouted and pulled up to the valet parking at the club. “His ass so much as causes a scene among the human public so help me god.”

“Don’t worry, big shot. Jesus. Evie bought out the damn club. No humans will be within a twenty-mile radius tonight.” Daniel rolled his eyes at me and touched my forearm that wouldn’t stop flexing. The veins pressing against my skin about to bust.

“You better not be lying to me.” I growled through my clenched teeth, showing off my fangs and wolf-like golden eyes.

“Shit you not, man.” Daniel raised his hands in the air and my eyes shifted back to their normal warm brown color.

“I’m trusting you. One fuck up by Christian and I’m out.” I shoved my thumb over my shoulder with a jabbing motion.

That man was the worst Alpha to exist in our pack and I hated him with a fucking passion. The man could roast in fucking flames in the underworld with Hades for all I cared. He was sadistic and cruel. No bone in my body can appreciate a man that doesn’t appreciate a woman. Human or not.

I tossed my key to the valet and walked up to the club, adjusting my black silk button-down shirt’s rolled sleeves. I didn’t know why I had fucking decided to go here. Why did I want to be subjected to this? The bouncer at the front door was a friend of ours and Daniel fist bumped him before entering the joint. I gave the man a quick nod before getting engulfed by loud club music that bumped and vibrated off the walls.

“Sugar, you made it!” Evie ran up to her husband in six-inch heels that had my mind wandering how many surfaces they fucked on with them.

I shook my head and sighed, ignoring how my best friend gathered her up into his arms and made out with her like there was nothing better to do. Like I wasn’t in the damn room. I took my leave and made my way over to the bar, a place that I’d rather be. Drinking always made me feel better and made these parties more bearable.

I had barely gotten my beer in my hand before a hand clapped onto my back. I nearly spilled my drink as I jumped from the interaction with an unknown presence.

“Hey, how ya been, mate?” I recognized Jason’s voice with ease. He was from Australia and had been a resident for a few years now.

“Fine. Don’t you have something better to do than give me small talk?” I lifted my beer to my lips and took a swallow of it.

“Look, mate, I haven’t seen ya in ages. You don’t come out much.” He tapped the bar and ordered a dark lager.

“Not really my thing.” I shrugged and took another sip from my beer. It wasn’t as good as it could have been. I should have ordered something stronger.

“Yeah well, we missed ya.” Jason knocked his beer against mine before walking away.

It wasn’t until I heard a commotion behind me that I really cared about what was going on around me. I had barely even listened to Evie’s speech or to any of the other Omegas that had walked up to me. I was lost in my own thoughts about what I was even doing there. Why I was there. I could be sitting at home playing a game or watching TV.  But one thing I could not ignore was the sounds of a woman struggling behind me. It was then that I knew I was going to get my ass in trouble.

“Let go of me! I’m not some plaything to be had!” A female voice echoed past the crowd of people talking and drinking, filling my ears with her voice alone.

It wasn’t a tone that I wanted to hear tonight. It wasn’t even something I wanted to ever hear. It was a woman in distress and the voice that accompanied it was one that I really, really, hoped wouldn’t be connected to it.

“C’mon, baby girl, let me show you what a real Alpha can do. You don’t know what it’s really like until you been in bed with an Alpha male.”

Changed his old ways my ass. Christian Alpine, the one and only asshole. A man that closely resembled a damn monster rather than a man. He was no Alpha male; he was an abomination. A mistake that deserved to be cursed. He had practically begged for the damn bitch to curse him. No normal, decent human would beg for a vexed woman to curse them.

“I don’t want you. I didn’t even want to come to this damn thing. You dragged me here against my will like you- like you owned me!” The woman struggled and tugged on the chain that was connected to a metal collar around her neck.

I wasn’t having this shit. I could just walk out right now like I had planned. I told my fucking best friend I’d walk if Christian pulled this bullshit again, but he had told me he had changed. Lies! The man was right there, tugging a woman around by a fucking collar and leash against her will. He had defiled a beautiful thing. A collar was meant to be something special. Something that meant commitment in some cases. A sentiment of love and respect. A symbol of something more. Not what he was using it for.

I sniffed the air and one word fell into my mind. Human.

 Two of the songs on the playlist:

#primalkink #abo #werewolf #werewolf/humanromance #romancenovel #novel #books #WIP #chapter 1 #Until I Found You

[whythinktoomuch]

I know this is hella late but Supercorp - Hogwarts AU or The Good Place AU!

Kara opens her eyes and sees a sign that reads Welcome! Everything is fine, and she believes it.

Then a woman walks into the room, greets her with the most gracious smile, and says, “Hello Kara. My name is Lena. I’m the Architect. Come on in,” and Kara follows her without question. 

From Lena the Architect, Kara learns three very important things: 

1. She’s dead. 

2. There is indeed an afterlife. 

3. She’s in the Good Place. 

Lena shows her around the neighborhood. It’s beautiful, perpetually sunny, has a froyo place with flavors like Flying through the air like a bona fide superhero, and somehow already feels like home. 

“Wow! So, you designed this place, huh?” 

 “Apparently,” Lena says dryly, which is a weird reply, but Kara doesn’t really mind it. 

“What does it mean to work for the Good Place?” Kara asks. “Like, are you an angel? Is that why you look so…” She kinda just gestures up and down Lena’s general frame. 

Lena’s cheeks tinge a bit pink. “It.. doesn’t really work like that,” she says before quickly changing the subject. 

There’s an orientation for all the newcomers and they learn about all the various amenities that their new home has to offer, which apparently includes an omniscient super-computer-like humanoid named Brainy. 

Besides Kara, there are four other recent arrivals—Siobhan, Eve, Sam, and Mike—and they all seem nice enough. When they’re introducing themselves, Mike kinda glances around the group and jokes, “Four chicks and I’m the only guy here? Wow, this really is the Good Place!” 

After a brief pause, Kara offers a polite laugh because no one else would and she’s always tried to be a nice person. 

Absolutely delighted by the attention, Mike shoots her a wink & double finger guns, and that inspires an actual laugh because of how ridiculous it is. 

“All right, that’s enough,” Lena says, and Kara faces forward again. There’s a slight scowl to the Architect’s sharp features, all sense of good humor dropped along with her amiable tone. “As I was saying…” 

For the first time since she’s opened her eyes, Kara can’t help but frown. She tries to ignore the pins & needles now prickling in her lower belly, because something like anxiety wouldn’t exist in the Good Place. 

(Would it?)

You can’t curse in the Good Place. Kara finds that out when Siobhan’s complaining about it over perpetually overflowing coffee. Though everyone else is quick to agree and express similar grievances, Kara is somewhat surprised. 

“Really? You can’t? I haven’t noticed…” 

Siobhan rolls her eyes, plucks at Kara’s pink cardigan. “Well, of course you wouldn’t.” 

A couple of people at the table snicker and Kara just drops her gaze back down at her coffee and doesn’t say much else for the rest of the conversation.

Later that night, Kara decides to give it a shot. Alone, tucked away in her bed underneath two layers of blanket, she quietly mutters to herself, “… What a bench.” It makes her feel a little better.

“Hey, is that allowed?” Kara asks, addressing a couple of Lena’s aides, or more specifically, the joined hands swinging between them. “You can, like, date and stuff here?” 

“Hm? Oh. Yeah, totally,” Winn says. “We were actually soulmates during our first go here.” 

James abruptly clears his throat and gives Winn’s hand a firm tug, but Kara’s already latched on. 

“Soulmates,” she echoes. “Wait, so soulmates are real?” 

Winn and James exchange a look, let out near identical uhhhhhhhhhhhh-s. 

“Brainy!” Kara calls out, and he appears with a small bloop! “Are soulmates real?” 

“Interesting question with an impossible definitive answer,” Brainy says, steepling his fingers together. “I can tell you that soulmates as a concept does indeed exist in many cultures, including the ones that you and 221 other residents here were raised in.” 

Kara points at Winn and James. “Are they soulmates?” 

“Winn and James had been assigned as each other’s soulmates for the first iteration of this neighborhood and in 37 other reboot scenarios.” 

Kara blinks because she doesn’t really know what to make of that answer. “Uh… Okay. Do I have a soulmate?” 

“You were also assigned one, yes.” 

“Really? Are they here? In this neighborhood?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well, who is it?” Kara asks. 

James tries to cut in, “Wait, Brainy, I don’t really think—” But Brainy’s jaw unhinges and he emits the most awful blaring sound, which makes everyone in the vicinity clap their hands over their ears. 

“My apologies,” Brainy says, clearing his throat. “But I’m afraid that that particular piece of information has been deemed confidential by the People Upstairs.” 

“Jeez, okay, but can you at least tell me if—” Kara’s question is cut off by an encore of Brainy’s terrible siren, and she’s forced to cover her ears again. 

“Jeebers forking kites, Kara!” Siobhan shouts from down the block. “Stop forking asking him questions!” 

“All right, all right, jeez. I’m sorry!” 

But after that, Kara spends her days trying to bump into her soulmate. She visits all the local venues and chats up as many people as possible, and though everyone seems friendly enough, no one really gives her that wapow! that she’d dreamed about back when she was still alive. 

Then she literally runs into Mike as she’s leaving the library, sending her glasses and all her books flying about, and… what’s that if not a classic meet-cute? She asks him out for froyo and he accepts. 

About a week into their courtship, Kara’s out on a walk and she can’t help but overhear a couple of raised, distressed voices—a supposed anomaly in the Good Place. 

“—of course, they’re gonna end up together! After all, they dated in real life, didn’t they? It only makes sense!” 

“Miss Lena, I understand that you’re upset.” 

“I am not upset, Brainy. But the fact is, we wouldn’t even be in this mess in the first place if the real Architect could have just—”

Kara slips on a misplaced pebble and tumbles into the alleyway, and Brainy and Lena fall silent at once. 

“Kara, goodness,” Lena says, rushing over. “Are you all right?” 

 “Yup!” Kara jumps to her feet, holds out her palms. “And not a single scratch on these babies! Courtesy of the Good Place, I’m assuming?” 

 Lena’s gaze softens considerably, a warm smile settling over her lips as she looks at Kara. “Yes. Probably.”

The way Lena’s staring at her gives Kara goosebumps and a tingly warmth spreading throughout her chest. It drives her to reach out and touch her fingers to Lena’s knuckles. Lena’s breath catches in her throat, but she wordlessly gives up her hand to Kara’s own, letting their fingers zipper neatly together. It feels right. 

“Wapow,” Kara murmurs to herself, blinking down at their joined hands. She then shakes her head, fixes Lena with a tilted head and a confused stare. “So… what’s this about you not being the real Architect?” 

Lena balks, her fingers twitch against Kara’s, but she doesn’t let go. Instead, she sighs and drops her head. “Gosh forking gambit…” 

#this is Good one to end on methinks #*fish voice* WAHOO! #my asks. #au vs au #queerdox #my words.

[richieisabastardman]

Hold Me Now (Part 6) - Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary:  You had forgotten about everything that happened in Derry until Mike called you up. Now, sitting in the restaurant surrounded by your friends, you remembered everything. More importantly, you remember Richie. (Fluff/Angst)

Warnings: Coming Out, Swearing.

Word count: 2330.

Notes: This took far too long, I apologize! I got into a bit of a funk with writing after I got sick but I’m back now! I think the next part may be the last part but I’m not sure yet. Love to hear any feedback <3

Link to part one (which will lead you to other parts) >>> Part 7

You watched the trees pass you quickly outside of the car window for the second time this week. The afternoon sun shone brightly through the front window, causing you to shade your eyes from its assault. The car was completely silent, with neither you nor Richie daring to break the silence. Despite this, he held your hand tightly, both of your hands resting upon your thigh. His other hand was tight on the wheel, his jaw clenched as he stared out of the front window. You had been shifting your gaze from him, to the side window, to him again – watching him intently. He had not looked over towards you at any point during the drive. His erratic behavior in the hotel worried you. He had pulled you into his car quickly, not answering any of your questions as to where you were going, only murmuring that he needed to show you something important. You had stopped asking pretty early into the drive, choosing instead to wait and see what he was so desperate to show you.

Suddenly he pulled the car over. He finally looked towards you, squeezing your hand lightly.

“This is it” he said and let go of your hand to get out of the car. Before you had the time to open your own door, he was already at your side, pulling the door open and offering a hand to help you out of it. You took his hand, and after he shut your door behind you, he began leading you away from the car. You looked around where you were, taking in the fresh air of the area in which you stood. Tall trees lined the road, all of which lead to a bridge, a bridge that was strangely familiar.

“This is the-“ Richie began to speak.

“Kissing bridge” you finished, smiling at the memory. “I completely forgot about this place”.

“Yeah I figured you would’ve” Richie said.

You looked towards him; a smile pulled across his face. His eyes, however, still had a hint of sadness. Perhaps even a hint of panic. Your own smile dropped slowly at this.

“Why are we here, Richie” you asked, and he grabbed your hand in his once again, pulling you further onto the bridge. Your eyes were drawn to the names and letters that were engraved into the wood of the bridge, timeless reminders of teenage love and loss. You had never come to the bridge as a kid, often saying you hated all of that cheesy, romantic stuff. In reality, you felt a pang of jealousy towards the people who got to come here and write their names upon the wood. You felt envious of their ridiculous, overzealous teenage love.

Richie finally stopped walking, staring at an area of the bridge. You followed his gaze. You almost gasped when you saw four initials within a love heart, that of your first and last name and that of his. You grabbed his arm with your other hand, resting your face into his arm and squeezing him as tight as you could. The confession of love overwhelmed you slightly, causing tears to begin to well up within your eyes. You hid your face further into his arm until your eyes dried up. Finally, you looked up at him. He was smiling down at you, though his smile did not reach his eyes. Something was still worrying him; you could feel it.

You weren’t just here for this.

He pulled you further along the bridge, gently continuing to guide you to where his mind had been for the several days since coming home to Derry. You felt as though every moment with him was leading up to this, though you weren’t sure why. As he pulled you along you continued to look at the initials and names carved into the bridge, but now less jealousy swelled in your heart. Instead you felt anxious, unsure of where Richie was leading you and what he would want to show you there.  You swore you could almost feel his heartbeat through the skin of his arm which you held tightly.

He finally stopped, only a few feet down the road of the bridge. He stared intently at the carvings before him and you followed his intense gaze, landing on a specific carving. It had faded with age, perhaps having been too lightly carved to begin with. However the message still stood against time, the two letters connected there would remain upon that bridge until the wood rotted it away or the bridge was prematurely destroyed.

R + E

You stared at the letters, initially unsure of their meaning. You could feel Richie’s gaze burning into the side of your head now, waiting anxiously for a reaction. You continued to stare at the letters, your eyes squinting slightly as your brain tried to understand what Richie was showing you. The R must have been Richie, you figured that much. But the E….

Eve?

Evelyn?

Edwina?

….

Eddie.

Oh.

‘Oh’ you repeated, though it was out loud this time. You finally looked towards him. His eyes were wet with silent tears. He brought a hand to his mouth, trying to quiet the sounds that were dying to come out. “Oh Richie” you cooed, pulling him into your arms. He released everything then, sobbing into your shoulder as you held him tightly. You rubbed your hands up and down his back, whispering sweet nothings into his hair. You weren’t sure what you were saying but you could only hope you were helping.

“I’m sorry” you heard him mumble into your shoulder and you pulled him back from you, so you could look up into his eyes.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Richie” you spoke softly before reaching your head up to kiss his lips softly. He deepened the kiss, and you felt his wet, warm tears against your face. He pulled back only slightly, so your noses were still touching and mumbled ‘I love you’ against your lips. You returned it.

 ~

“Just some coffee for now, please” you smiled at the diner waitress and she smiled back, walking away from your booth.

Richie sat across from you within the diner, staring out of the large window in which he sat next to. His head was propped lightly onto his palm, his glasses reflecting the light from outside. There wasn’t much of a view through the window. You could only see the other small shops beyond the parking lot. You knew he was only staring out there to avoid your gaze.

You placed your hand on top of his, which rested upon the table in front of him. He turned his head to you then, a small smile directed towards you. You flipped his hand around so that his palm was facing upwards, beginning to play with his fingers with your own. He laughed quietly at your childishness, grabbing your hand to still it so he could hold it. He traced his thumb along the skin of your hand in a way that sent goosebumps up your arm.

“He only did that because he’s scared we’re going to kill him” you said suddenly, and Richie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Pennywise, I mean, he only taunted you like that in the park-“ you continued.

“Oh right, yeah. I know” Richie replied, still tracing your skin slightly. He had explained everything he had seen that day on your drive to the diner. As you had listened to him tell you his story, you had never wanted to kill that clown more. He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing it a few times loudly. You began giggling and he did to, his mouth still upon your hand. “What did he do to you?”  he mumbled into your hand suddenly. He felt you freeze up at his question.

Memories ran through your head again. Your face within the old mirror, your skin appearing as though it was melting down your face, old and wrinkled. The clown’s words echoed through your head.

‘Why would he want you? Nobody wants you. Your own fiancé didn’t want you. He’s going to leave you like everyone else did’

Richie quickly attempted to retract his question, holding your hand tightly and rubbing your arm with his free hand. He pulled you out of your head, some tears falling down your cheeks that you hadn’t realized were there to begin with.

“Sorry” you laughed, wiping some tears away from your eyes. “I’m going to be dehydrated if I cry any more today”.

You expected a quip back, but he instead smiled at you, a smile that insisted an apology for his prying. He didn’t need to apologize, he never needed to, but you took it anyway. You were pulled from gazing into Richie’s eyes when the waitress placed down a jug of coffee and some creamer upon your table. Richie mumbled a thank you and poured you a cup before passing it over to you.

“So, you basically forgot you liked men until you got into Derry” you said, tapping your cup with your nails and attempting to restart a conversation with the man across from you.

Richie rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his cup that he had just poured. His coffee was dark black and bitter as all hell. You still couldn’t believe he took it like that, but you took note of it anyway. For future reference.

“I didn’t, like, drive past the county line and suddenly realize I was into guys” he replied.

“Right, no, of course. You came into town and slowly went through all of the stages of discovering you’re same-sex attracted until you suddenly realized ‘ding ding ding oh my god I like dick’” you announced before quickly realizing the volume of your voice.

Richie rubbed the bridge of his nose between two of his fingers, his other hand still holding his coffee. You were about to apologize for your brashness before he spoke quietly, almost directing his confession at the table. “No, it was when I saw Eddie again”.

You mouthed an ‘oh’. A silence fell over the two of you. The elephant in the room had once again arrived. His confession on the bridge had not just been one of sexuality. It had been one of love for another person. In your head, it had always been you and Richie. Richie, however, had fancied another. Another other than you. Hell, maybe he still liked Eddie. Maybe he loved him. So, where did that leave you? The thought of losing Richie again after just getting him back caused a sinking feeling within your chest. You sunk back into your seat and Richie watched you with concern before you waved him off, taking a sip from your much more heavily creamed coffee.

“I had a thing for Beverly for a while, y’know” you announced, and Richie raised an eyebrow. “It was only for like a week, when she first joined the gang”.

“No way” Richie shook his head “you’re a liar”.

“She was a badass redhead who smoked, Richie! Why wouldn’t I?” you scoffed.

His mouth hung open, face in complete shock at your confession. You continued to drink your coffee, trying not to giggle at his expression.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” he whispered harshly, though there was no malice in his voice.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Eddie?” you asked back, feigning innocence. He shut up then, staring at you as he finished his drink.

He cleared his throat loudly then and you looked at him, about to tell him to have some manners, before he spoke. “So I was thinking about like… life after” he gestured generally with his hands, trying to prompt himself on his next words.

“Killing Pennywise?” you suggested, and he nodded his head, pointing at you.

“Yes! That.” He continued “I was thinking that we kill him and then, afterwards… on our way home to my house… we stop off in Vegas”

“Since when are you a gambler?” you asked, raising a brow.

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me, doll” he replied in his Elvis voice. “I was thinking more like….we get an Elvis impersonator to marry us in a Vegas chapel”.

“You want us to have a shotgun wedding, Richie? Seriously?” you laughed loudly, and he smiled widely, almost manically, at you.

“Okay, well firstly, it’s not a shotgun wedding unless there is something you’re not telling me” he said, looking down at your stomach. You hid it with your hands instinctively. “and secondly, why not?” he almost yelled.

“Why not!?” you yelled back.

“Haven’t we waited long enough?” he said this quieter, his smile decreasing in size ever so slightly.

Yes, you supposed. You had waited decades.

“Are you two alright” a lady spoke beside you, and you looked up to see the waitress from before staring down at the both of you disapprovingly. You suppose she had come over to see what the fuss was about due to Richie’s yelling.

“Yeah, um… How much do we owe you?” you asked.

The lady named the price and Richie quickly reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet before you could. He placed the money on the table, leaving a generous tip, and smiled up at the woman as she took the money, her face still showing clear irritation at his previous antics.

As she walked away, you both began to slide out of the booth you were sitting in. Richie was out first and offered a hand to you to help you up.

“You didn’t answer my question” he said, pulling you out of the booth and throwing his arm around you, holding you close to his side.

“I rarely do” you replied, smiling up at him cheekily. He smiled back down at you, pecking your lips quickly before walking the two of you out of the diner.

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