#motel au

[moonlightdistractions]

Seeing photos of abandoned motels in the USA made me have a what if moment. What if Sam and Dean inherited a motel instead of the bunker. Maybe it was Bobby's or even a long lost inheritance from the Winchesters, called something like the Hunter's Cabins Motel.

Anyways, so instead of the whole "men of letters" legacy, theirs is a motel. Of course this motel holds secrets, maybe even a secret underground bunker but a normal sized one that's not magicked. There's lots of lore to be found here, books, weapons, history. So the boys figure hey why not fix this joint up and put the word out. Slowly but surely it becomes a hybrid of The Roadhouse and Bobby's, but with rooms to rent to the Hunter community (or rooms to use as emergency medical services).

The domesticity would be off the rails! Obviously Sam and Dean would have a wee apartment attached to the motel that they live in. Maybe only one bedroom because it's usually run by couples. That's okay, they're used to it. Dean takes over decorating, he likes to make the space homey but with added touches of guns and swords and a beer fridge. Sam creates a tiny library nook in the corner of the living room, which Dean likes to make fun of but Sam knows Dean watches him with a look of something soft.

They obviously end up expanding, opening a small breakfast cafe and it ends up being another form of refuge for Hunters and the marginalized monsters (those that are not inherently evil, just stuck with being a supernatural being). I figure Sam and Dean would grow into gray and thinning hair, being bespectacled, having arthritis, but otherwise sharp and fit. They'd retire quietly, letting the next generation they've been teaching to take over. They'd end up away from civilization, away from Hunting, and just grow older together knowing some semblance of peace before either they die of natural causes or probably fighting a possessed bear in the backwoods. They die together.

#i mean there's a whole lot that can be put into this au including attenpts at relationships with women that fail miserably #because codependent brothers who are soulmates are not easy to date independently #(one woman is smart enough to date both together but realizes three really is a crowd with them) #sam and dean #i didn't check for grammar - wrote this on the fly hope it makes sense #domestic brothers #samdean #motel au #my words #my writing

[auideas]

The Horned Toad Inn

Running a bed and breakfast was supposed to be an easy post-college gig for this group of friends, but it’s proven to be something a little bit more difficult than they’d expected. 

Characters A, B, C, D, & E open the “Horned Toad Inn” after designing the establishment as a part of their final project in their respective majors. Each of the characters had their own specialty, including bartending, cooking, hospitality, finances, and cleanliness. They’d ensured that the immersive space allowed guests to feel as if they’d truly teleported to one of their favorite fictional taverns, be that at the Prancing Pony or the Sleeping Giant Inn.

The first month went incredibly smoothly, and they housed many enthusiasts over the course of those first few weeks. There did come a time, though, where the costumes of those entering were a little bit too realistic, and then there were the gold pieces used as payment by a particularly convincing Orc. They had a serious problem.

Please note that this could go in a few directions:

The Horned Toad Inn inexplicably exists in both the fantasy world and reality, leaving the group to try and figure out how to function as the bridge between dimensions.

The Horned Toad Inn itself acts as an amplifier for the features someone adds to themself, making them more; if you paint yourself green, you slowly become green. In a way, the inn has a way of granting wishes -- just be sure you look nice when you check in.

The Horned Toad Inn looks so realistic and has the rune mark for “safe” on the door, meaning it attracts true magical creatures from the surrounding towns and wilderness looking for a place to rest.

#admin m #auideas relaunch #fantasy au #friends au #friend au #group au #alternate reality au #fantasy realm au #dnd au #d&d au #dungeons and dragons au #creatures au #orc au #inn au #motel au #hotel au #bed and breakfast au #bnb au #coworkers au #co workers au #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing inspiration #writing idea #writing ideas #prompts #prompt #idea #ideas #story idea

[hbyrde36]

That’s 30 sentences for No Vacancy! Which I’m happy to say I’ve been hard at work on all day and I promise chapter 2 is coming very soon!

Here’s a snippet in the meantime:

“What part of, he hates me, do you not understand? We don’t hang out!” Steve hissed.

 Robin shook her head. “He doesn’t hate you, trust me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll believe that, when you believe that you have a shot with Chrissy “

“That is completely different, dingus!”

“How?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well for one thing, we’re actually friends,” She fired back. “And I don't want to mess that up.”

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.” She winced.

No Vacancy ch 1

#wip poll #wip weekend #wip snippet #steddie fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #steddie #buckingham #motel au #90's au

[candy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

I really like Carmilla but her hair looked like a crab claw so I decided to have her a romantic hair bun and a serious business ballerina woman instead of the atrocity of the outfits. I made her big hands like a gauntlet.

Second he daughter’s,they didn’t look like their mom when they first appeared so I decided to give them some appearances like their mother. The colour pink blinds my eyes.

Carmilla isn’t babying her daughters and let them fight whenever she trains them how to use their pointy ballet knife shoes? Whatever they can fight on their own since their mother is protective and being motherly. They were taught how to fight for themselves when they encounter bad sinners or angels. I love Carmilla Carmine that she’s a girl boss!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel critical #redemption motel au #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel odette #hazbin hotel clara

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 43

PREV

FF is a pretty good student. Solid Bs in his Gen-eds and As in regard to his major. With one C+ that he’s still working on with Captain Neil but it’s higher than the D+ that he had been pulling before Captain Neil had started to tutor him and he really just needs to pass the one gen-ed required math class.

There was many a deep breathing exercise before he made an appointment with his educational advisor for the next semester back in October but it hadn’t been that bad even though she was the one that had asked if he knew anyone good at math since it obviously was not a strong suit of his. So he dragged his grade up from a D+ to a C+ and he was pretty proud of that.

FF has a preferred spot in each and every one of his classrooms. In his Gen-Ed courses he sits in spots that the Professors don’t even notice and where there is almost always a gap between him and the next person. He arrives perfectly almost late every single day for every single class he can to achieve this feat.

For his Major classes he sits near the front with the few Foreign Language major friends that he has.

FF likes to be prepared. Studying was a nice way to prepare for the future. If he’s already read the entire textbook front to back and taken notes then a pop quiz can’t catch him off guard. He double, triple, and quadruple checks homework. He could probably recite the syllabus for any of his classes off the top of his head. He has read it so much to make sure he’s gotten everything and is on track.

FF kind of likes finals week.

For once, for one week, everyone is as anxious as him.

He sits next to Nicky patting his back as his friend sobs into a pillow. “I’m not going to graduate and it’s going to delay seeing Erik by an entire year!” Nicky yells as he brings his face out of the pillow.

“Nicky, you only got one flashcard wrong how about you shut the fuck up!” Aaron yells from his desk where he seems to have spontaneously developed ambidextrousness as he writes notes with both hands. “Fuck I am NEVER fitting all of this one one index card.” Aaron slams his face into the table.

“I don’t even need this degree.” Matt says looking down at a textbook that he has not turned a page on for the last hour. The fact that Matt had also not even opened that textbook before now was a bit of a cause for concern. “I’ve already got offers for professional teams. I can just play Exy. I do not need to pass a workplace psychology course.” Matt says.

“You think Dan wants an idiot?!” Nicky demands not wanting to go down alone.

“She thinks it’s cute that I’m stupid!” Matt exclaims.

“No she doesn’t!” Aaron points at him, “She said and I quote ‘I love it when you use that big ol sexy brain of yours.’ the last time you had her on speaker phone!” he uses a slightly more…effeminate voice when he impersonates Dan but FF had spoken with Dan and to his memory she did not sound like that.

“Fuck you’re right she deserves an all rounder!” Matt cries, head in his hands.

“Why do I even have to TAKE this Gen-Ed about history?” Nicky demands now holding onto FF as if he were a teddy bear.

“So that we’re well-rounded individuals with a wider perspective on-”

“Smithy, my sweet child, I was not looking for an answer.” he feels Nicky’s hand come up to his hair and maybe he’s being treated more like a favored pet?

“You’re having trouble with a Gen-Ed?!” Aaron asks turning around in his seat, “That’s embarrassing.” he turns his nose up.

“I’m having trouble with something that is going to be useless in my adult life.” Nicky says as if he were not currently an adult. “You are having issues with a class that will have huge ramifications on your future if you don’t manage to learn it!” Nicky points out.

“Eat my shorts Nicky.” Aaron hisses.

“Maybe I could study if you would wash your shorts Aaron. I can smell your laundry pile from over here!” Matt spits.

The fight devolved from there and FF slipped out of the dorm as Nicky was holding a chair over his head to seemingly throw at Matt for his ‘unreasonable number of sticky notes messing up the flow of Nicky’s studying’.

He heard a crash.

“It’s probably fine.” he says to himself and he has his index cards with the speech he has to give for and he really should go over to talk with Captain Neil.

He walks to Captain Neil, Andrew, and Kevin’s door and- “There faster-!”

FF walks away from Captain Neil, Andrew, and Kevin’s door, remembering only in this moment that Kevin had declared that he would be “Living in the library until this paper is done or I am.” to the team at the last practice of the year.

Captain Neil and Andrew were never the type to waste an empty dorm room.

He misses Pepto Bismol as he hears a particularly dirty line of Russian coming from his Captain’s dorm room.

***

Eventually Finals week is done and dusted with only 4-5 more blow-ups in his dorm room that result in Nicky, Aaron, and Matt stopping their fight to see if they accidentally had knocked him out with all of the thrown debris (only happened once when Aaron threw a textbook that Nicky ducked but he didn’t.)

FF came out of his final…final feeling pretty good all around. He had managed to get some extra tutoring time with Captain Neil after Kevin managed to finish his history paper a little early. Despite all of their fears and complaints Aaron, Nicky, and Matt all did manage to pass all of their finals and their classes.

The Tower was closing tomorrow for the rest of the year and despite checking almost every day with Nicky he still was invited to go to New York City with most of the team to stay at Allison’s house.

“Smithy, did you pack a swimsuit?” Nicky asks.

“Nicky, we’re going to New York for Christmas break. Do you think we’re going to swim?” Aaron asks incredulously.

“Two words, my fetus of a cousin: Hot. Tub.” Nicky holds his hand up and putting one finger up and then another. “Is hot tub two words?” Matt asks as he reaches for his own swim trunks.

“Yes Matt hot tub is two words.” FF says nodding.

“Thank you Smithster.” Matt says.

“I can’t believe you don’t know that hot tub is two words.” Aaron says with a huff.

“I can’t believe that you don’t know how to not be an asshole even after you started getting regular sex with Katelyn.” Matt returns, “Look at how not a thing that was when Smithster answered it.” he gestures to FF.

“You cannot compare Smithy to Aaron. Apples and Tomatoes.” Nicky dismisses.

“Whatever, so Allison got a hot tub at her place?” Aaron moves past the conversation.

“Aaron you just made fun of Matt for asking stupid questions.” Nicky says with a hand on his cheek.

“I fucking hate being part of your family.” Aaron says without any real heat.

“Yeah sure.” Nicky says, rolling his eyes and smiling as he saw Aaron packing swim trunks that FF knew he had bought for his cousin.

“Okay, I’ve got the packing list that Allison sent. Do we wanna run through it so that we’re all properly packed?” Matt says holding up his phone.

“Yeah, let’s run through it.” Nicky says with a sigh.

They went through Allison’s provided list twice and then zipped up their suitcases. Smith was going to be driving to the airport with Matt. Neil and Andrew were going to be driving the Maserati up alone while the rest of them were going to be flying up to New York City.

Now onto something that filled FF with far more dread than simply passing tests that determined whether or not he continued to get a free ride in college.

Meeting new people.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #Just as a note I'm probably going to be taking November off #I should be getting the keys to the Condo on Halloween #and there's just so much to do with it #So I'll be doing a smaller WW #and taking the month off for FF #But I'll come back with some fun I've been planning for ages #Specifically Smith getting to meet Renee and Allison for the first time #And really getting to know Dan #There may be a few special guests but I haven't decided yet #Andrew and Neil absolutely take an extra day to get up to New York for 'absolutely no reason' #but the reason was that they pulled off to a quiet pit stop and made out for so long that it was just irresponsible for them #to not go to a motel #As for where we left off with the Winter Banquet #It was just Smith waiting around until the bus came back #He just ignored that old dude looking for him #and walked to the bus without breaking stride #Who knows who said that Smith was there #I do #FF - 42 #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Andreil #Nicky Hemmick #Kevin Day #Aaron Minyard #Matt Boyd

[unicorn-virus-syndrome]

ALRIGHTY! Time to ramble about my ideas for The Malevolent Motel AU and drive myself insane. Starting with Lucifer & Adam AU lore.

Lucifer takes up Charlie’s role of creating a hotel, or in this case a motel, to redeem sinners. However, his motivation is very different from hers.

he isn’t doing this out of kindness for sinners, nor does he have any hope of them possibly being redeemed. Similarly to how he is in the original series. So, why is he doing this?

for Charlie. He wants to make her happy, and help her dream about redeeming sinners she shared with him years ago come true. After Charlie stopped calling him and practically disappeared off the face of hell, Lucifer became desperate to find her, especially after the state he saw her in before she vanished.

he is hoping that by running this motel and achieving her dream, she might return home.

Now, as for Adam’s involvement with Lucifer and the Motel? Thats a little tricky.

He isn’t exactly there willingly.

a while back, Adam made a critical mistake in the eyes of heaven and was banished to hell in the form of a Fallen Angel as a result. After his fall he was found by Lucifer who offered him a deal. Lucifer would shield Adam from the dangers and horrors of hell, and in return Adam would be at his every beck and call. His personal royal assistant. Adam absolutely hates this deal, but accepts it anyway. He doesn’t really have anywhere else to go. Thus, he “helps” Lucifer run the Motel and sorta acts like a Bodyguard.

He still believes that there is absolutely no way to redeem a sinner and mocks Lucifer at every chance he gets. (However he does secretly hope it is possible so he can get redeemed and return to heaven.)

I am still debating whether or not Lucifer & Adam eventually fall for each other like Vaggie & Charlie, or remain platonic. It’s a maybe for now.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #? #guitarduck #??? #swap au #malevolent motel au

[jimmyspades]

let’s stay like this forever let’s just keep pretending

#look away until you want to imagine a domestic peaceful life with red. whatever #I’ve always loved this part of the show his happy home at the motel #the blacklist #raymond reddington #* #video #this is just. a visual representation of what willow and I have been talking about #the chance for him to have a happy normal safe life. with the people he loves. doesn’t have to feel selfish or guilty about it #he doesn’t have to pretend anymore #sometimes he remembers the past and maybe he gets scared but not a lot. he’s so happy. he’s not going to lose it. #this is my AU I can say he’s not going to lose it #at the risk of sounding even crazier my favorite walt whitman poem has a line #‘I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you’ #yeah. #a home for both of us

[mother-lee]

#small town #american midwest #lamplight au #hotels and motels #field #lost places #americana #nostalgiacore #midnight motel #rural exploration #midwest america #small town usa #small town vibes #evening #dark #rural aesthetic #dark landscape #midwest #photography #flickr #small town aesthetic #midwest aesthetic #goodnight

[madurn-motel-au]

Welcome to the Madurn Motel!

(Hello everyone! This is my first post to introduce an AU i was very found to create that I decided to call the Madurn Motel AU! I sadly don’t have all of the cast members finished, so for now I’m presenting the logo, Adam/Charlie switch, and Lute/Vaggie switch.)

(Hope you all enjoy!)

(NB 1 : Yes i like to draw Adam with bird legs & tail)

(NB 2 : I do not trust and/or support Vivziepop, I’m simply making this AU for fun.)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel au #madurn motel #madurn motel au #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #Hazbin hotel vaggie #art wip #wip #but stay tuned for finished results and more characters!

[silvernyxa]

PETERICK UNDERWATER KISS you dont have to draw this if u dont want to i was just looking through your pjo au art and suddenly thought about it i needed to share it with someone (love your art btw)

peterick underwater kiss……

#I know you said I didn’t have to draw this but I did bc I’ve literally been thinking about this ever since I came #up with this AU. we have the same brain anon 🤝 #pjofob #instead of the lake though this happens at some dingy motel in the middle of nowhere

[icemankazansky86]

Ice and Mav as Tzeitel and Motel from Fiddler on The Roof

“Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles…”

#ice top gun #iceman val kilmer #val kilmer #jewish iceman kazansky #iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun movie #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #maverick #maverick mitchell #tom cruise #icemav #fiddler on the roof #tzeitel and motel #musicals #top gun au #art #jewish characters

[oatsynalliums]

Follow the instructions.

#I did this like a week ago lmao #Dsmp au #Moths Motel #badboyhalo #Skeppy #Gacha club

[hbyrde36]

No Vacancy

Chapter 9: Weekend Retreat

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 CH 8

WC: 4924 | AO3 link

“Fuck!” 

Eddie shouted long and loud, the sound echoing inside the hollow interior of his van as he pounded the heel of his hand against the steering wheel over and over again. The lines on the road in front of him blurred as he flew down the highway with tears swimming in his eyes. 

The thing was, he had known from the second he walked away from Steve that he was making a mistake. The entire time, as he stomped his way up to their room, packed an overnight bag, and went back down to take off, he knew he was doing the wrong thing—but he couldn’t seem to stop. 

He was running away like he always did. At the first sign of trouble he’d jumped to the worst possible conclusion and used it as an excuse to bolt.

Not that he didn’t have a reason to be upset. They had lied to him, all of them. 

Even Steve. 

His Steve, who knew how Eddie felt about that kind of thing, who knew how hard it was for him to trust, had lied. 

And sure, he’d had a flimsy justification locked and loaded for why he’d done it, if his story of only just finding out about the room situation were to be believed.

Eddie was hurt. He felt betrayed, and honestly? He was angry. 

Never in his life had he been as happy as he was these last few weeks. He was staying in a beautiful place where he was able to see his best friend as often as he wanted, had a job he enjoyed with a boss he actually liked, and after a lifetime of keeping his heart on ice he’d finally found someone worth thawing it out for, or so he’d thought.

Maybe he should have seen this coming, things had been going far too well, in his admittedly cynical opinion, but it had been easy to push those feelings aside and just enjoy being with Steve. 

It wasn’t just the steady diet of sex that had lulled him into a false sense of security either, though their chemistry was undeniable—their insatiable desire for each other unlike anything he’d ever felt before. It was all the rest of it too that had infected him with so much hope. 

Steve actually cared about him, as a person. He listened, no matter what crazy shit came out of Eddie’s mouth. Even the hard things, the stuff Eddie never thought he’d share with another human being, apart from Chrissy or his Uncle, he had told it all to Steve. He gave himself freely, openly, and Steve had held him, validated him—was never impatient or unkind. And Steve had, or so it seemed at the time, shared himself freely with Eddie too. 

But it was all ruined now.

If not by Steve’s betrayal, then surely Eddie’s running away had finished the job. By taking off, hadn’t he simply proved Steve’s point?

He drove straight through the night, only stopping to pee or to get a coffee whenever his eyelids started to droop, and managed to make the 9 hour drive to Hawkins in just over 8, pulling up to the trailer right as Wayne was getting home from his shift. 

Eddie shut the ignition off and stepped out of the van on shaky legs. After pulling his bag from the back, he staggered over to meet his uncle as the man was getting out of his own truck. 

“Hey, Pops.”

“You drive all night?” Wayne asked, frowning as he studied Eddie’s face. 

It wasn’t the first time, or even the fifth, that he’d shown up on his uncle’s doorstep unannounced since officially moving out years ago, and Wayne didn’t look all that surprised to see him. 

“Yeah.” Eddie admitted.

The older man grunted, a disapproving sound Eddie was all too familiar with, though he knew it was only because his uncle was worried. “You better come on inside then. We’ll have some pancakes and you can tell me what you done now.”

Eddie sat at the small two seater kitchen table, the same one that had lived in the trailer's kitchen since he was a small boy, watching as Wayne gently stirred a hefty handful of chocolate chips into the bowl of prepared Bisquick mix and began cooking off pancakes one by one, while a pan of sausages sizzled on the other burner. 

“You want coffee?”

“No, thanks. I think I've had enough. It’s not even perking me up anymore, it’s just making my skin vibrate.” Eddie said through a yawn, rubbing at his strained eyes.

Fatigue was finally catching up to him, maybe he was getting too old for all nighters. The exhaustion was seeping into his bones and he knew he’d have to lay down soon or his body would decide for him where a good place to take a nap would be.

Wayne was quiet as he finished cooking their meal, waiting until he’d plated it all up and sat down across from Eddie to finally ask the obvious question. 

“So, what is it that’s made you drive all the way out here and leave Chrissy-girl and your beach paradise behind?”

“I’ve been… seeing someone.”

Wayne’s fork slipped from his grip and landed on his plate with a loud clatter, his mouth hanging open in utter shock for a moment before he snapped it shut. He looked down, clearing his throat as he casually picked the fork back up and cut into his stack of fluffy goodness as if it’d never happened.

“Oh?”

Eddie sighed, pushing his untouched plate away and resting his head on the old cracked formica. “I guess I should say was. I was seeing someone, but I'm pretty sure it’s over now.”

“How long was this going on?”

“Two weeks, give or take.”

Wayne let out a long whistle. “You must really like this boy.”

“Was that sarcasm?”

“Son, you’ve never even mentioned dating anyone before. So for you to go from that to a two week long relationship—and don’t think I didn’t notice how you haven't taken a single bite of those chocolate chip pancakes, you’re favorite. He must be something special to have you this torn up.”

“Yeah. At least I thought he was.”

“What happened?”

“I found out he lied to me about something, so I freaked out and left.”

Wayne was quiet for long enough that Eddie had to lift his head to make sure the old man was still there. He was leaned back in his chair sipping his tea, his plate of food now empty,  watching Eddie with a thoughtful expression. 

“What did he lie about?”

“Does it matter?!” Eddie snapped, pounding his fist down on the table. “How am I ever supposed to believe him again after that? How do I know everything else he’s ever told me hasn’t been a lie too?”

“That’s a child’s question, Eddie. Life’s a little more complicated than that. Things aren't always as black and white as we’d like them to be, and not every lie is meant to hurt you.”

Eddie shook his head. “This is exactly why I don’t date, you can’t trust anyone!”

Wayne hummed noncommittally. “I think maybe you’d better tell me the whole story.”

Barring the gory details, i.e. his sex life, Eddie told his uncle the whole saga—from showing up at the motel to find a blast-from-the-past waiting in the lobby, to becoming involuntary roommates with the guy, ultimately finding out it’d all been a ruse, and everything in between.

“So, you see? It was all just a setup. None of it was real.”

Wayne tilted his head, setting his empty mug down on the table. “S’a little dramatic, don't you think?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”

“And he’s from here, y’say?”

Eddie waved him off. “Yeah, but that doesn’t–”

“You gonna make me drag it out of you? What’s his name?”

Eddie sighed. He was the injured party here, why was Wayne interrogating him. 

“It’s Steve.”

“Wait, it’s not… the Harrington boy?”

Eddie felt his face flush and knew his cheeks had to be bright red.

Wayne cackled, laughing so hard there were tears streaming from the corners of his eyes by the time he was through. “Christ, you’ve been ass over tits for him since you were fifteen years old!”

“I have not!”

“You used to come home talking about him all the time!”

“I was complaining about him.” Eddie grumbled, slumping down in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “Because he was an asshole.”

“Someone takes up that much space in your head, s’not usually cause you don’t like them.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Can we get back on topic please?”

“Sure. So, clearly the setup worked.”

“That’s not… well, yes… but–” Eddie sputtered. “Everything was fine, great even. We were happy. I opened up—I was fucking vulnerable, and then it turned out he knew it’d been a scheme. We were watching the front office for Chrissy and Robin last night, and I found some stuff proving most of the rooms were empty. I confronted him about it and he said he’d only just figured it out himself but–”

“But you don’t believe him.”

“I- I don't know. I want to believe him.”

Deep down, and if Eddie was honest with himself and searched his heart, he knew Steve was telling the truth. All those times Eddie had kicked him out of his own bed for a hookup? If Steve had known there was another option, he might have taken it. And if he’d done that they might never have…

“So what was his crime?” Wayne asked. “He found out after the two of you had already gotten together—I gotta be honest it sounds like you put that boy through the fucking ringer to accomplish that miracle, and you were happy, as you said yourself–”

“He should have told me.” Eddie cut him off, so sure in his conviction that he was right on at least this one point. “And Chrissy–”

“Seems to me those girls did you both a favor.”

Eddie glared.

Wayne stood, still talking as he cleared the table and began to work on the sink full of dishes. 

“It might not have been the right thing to do on paper, but their hearts were in the right place. Chrissy just wanted to see you happy, Ed, and she ain’t the only one. It’s kept me up at night, thinking about you out there in the world all by yourself. I don’t want to see you wasting your life wandering around and winding up alone because you're scared.” 

Eddie got up automatically to stand by his side with a clean dish towel, drying and putting away each piece as it was cleaned.

“How do I know it’s not going to turn bad, like Mom and Dad?” 

“I suppose you don’t, but sometimes you just gotta take a leap of faith—with both feet. Do you think Steve is anything like your dad?”

“No.” Eddie answered without hesitation. “He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.” 

Snarky? Yes. Bitchy? Occasionally, but never truly mean.

“Well, there you go.” Wayne said, as if it were that simple. He was quiet for a moment, rinsing the last pan before handing it off and shaking the excess water from his fingers. He turned, facing Eddie head-on as he leaned a hip against the counter.

“Look, it’s never a guarantee that you're gonna find someone in this life, and that’s okay too. Look at me, I've found my home and happiness in other ways, but you—you've kept yourself so closed off. It sounds like you have three people out there who really care about you, so what are you doing here?”

The more they talked the less sure Eddie was about the answer to that question. 

“There’s something else too.” He found himself saying, because it wasn't only Steve who had hurt him. “Chrissy… she’s in trouble, the motel is failing. I found stacks and stacks of overdue bills, and she never said a word. Does she not know how much I love her? That I'd do anything I could to help her and Robin out?”

“Oh, Bubba.” Wayne said softly, drawing Eddie into a tight hug. “She knows, I promise you she knows.”

Eddie let himself sag in the other man’s arms for a minute. His throat was painfully tight, and it was an effort to blink back the tears that so badly wanted to fall. He pulled back, running a hand over his face.

“I don’t understand why she wouldn't tell me.”

“That’s something you’ll have to talk to her about, but I think maybe she and Robin wanted to succeed on their own. Chrissy wants you to be proud of her, not see her as a failure.”

“Of course I'm proud of her.”

“Then that’s what you tell her, after you apologize for snooping through her stuff. It’ll be alright.”

Eddie’s bedroom looked exactly as it had since the day he’d left for good. He’d only taken what would easily fit in his van, his clothes, his guitar, and it always surprised him whenever he came home for a visit that Wayne hadn’t boxed all the rest of his shit up and made better use of the space. It wasn’t as if he couldn't sleep on the couch when he visited. The trailer was small, too small to give up one of its only two bedrooms for someone who didn’t even live there, but Wayne always made sure he had a soft place to land whenever he needed it.

He hadn’t slept without Steve since the night they’d fallen into bed together, and it felt strange and wrong to lie between the sheets by himself, even here in a place where Steve had never been. 

Had he not been so thoroughly drained and worn-out he might have struggled to fall asleep without his human teddy bear to hold on to, but he was that tired, and though he missed Steve with a fierceness that made his chest ache, he dropped off almost the moment his head hit the pillow. 

When Eddie woke up hours later the room was bathed in late afternoon sun, the light shining in through threadbare curtains. It took a moment to remember where he was and why, and he was hit with a familiar wave of sadness—and something else. It was the same thing he’d been feeling for a while now, the last year or more, as he roamed from place to place. 

Homesickness. 

He didn’t know when it had gone away exactly, but some time between arriving at the Buckingham and running away from it, he’d stopped longing for a place to call home, and started feeling like he was already there.  

He had to go back. He had to make things right with Steve, and tell Chrissy how amazing she was no matter what happened with the business. Robin too—even though they tended to butt heads, he fucking loved her just as much as the other two.

He loved Steve.

He was in love with him. 

Full stop. 

No almost. No falling. It was wonderful. It was terrifying. 

And it was far too soon, not that Eddie had any basis to judge such a thing, but also maybe it wasn’t? Because goddamnit Wayne was right. He had been a little obsessed with Steve for more years than was probably healthy, and in some serious denial about why. His sudden crush this summer wasn’t sudden, or new. Lying there now in his childhood bed he could admit all of that to himself. 

Now he just had to be brave and admit it to someone else. 

He changed into some of the clean clothes he’d brought, forgoing a shower to not waste another minute. He needed to get back to the motel as soon as possible. He’d have to apologize to his uncle for the hit and run, though he was sure the man would understand.

Speaking of the devil, Wayne was up for the night too. He was sitting at the kitchen table when Eddie rushed in, sipping coffee while he flicked through the newspaper. 

Eddie dumped his bag in the other chair and began to rummage through the cabinets.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Wayne asked, not looking up from his sports section.

“That old travel thermos. Thought I'd take some coffee with me so I can get right on the road.”

Wayne put the paper down and got up, quickly locating the exact thermos Eddie had been looking for, which had been right in front of his face. 

In his defense, he was in a rush. 

Wayne chuckled, sitting back down as Eddie filled the cup. “What’s your hurry?”

Eddie screwed the lid on and set the thing down, freeing his hands to wind his disheveled curls into a bun as he explained. 

“Just anxious to clean up the mess I made, Pops. I promised myself that I’d make it up to Steve for all the shit I put him through if he gave me a chance, and I've already broken that promise. He might have lied by keeping something from me but—I’m not perfect, and I can't expect him to be either. I shouldn’t have left, and I definitely should have given him the benefit of the doubt. We could've worked this out together.”

“Eddie, I think–”

“I love him, Wayne.”  Eddie didn’t mean to interrupt, but he’d been bursting to say the words out loud since he thought them. “I don’t know exactly what I'm going to say to fix it, but I've got hours of driving time to think about it.” 

Wayne smiled broadly, trying and failing to hide the gleeful expression behind his mug. “You might need to figure it out a little quicker than that.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s here, Bubba.” Wayne said quietly, using the cup in his hand to gesture towards the living room. 

Eddie whipped his head around and sure enough there Steve was, sitting quietly on the couch watching him with an unreadable expression. His stomach flipped as they locked eyes.  

Wayne clapped him on the shoulder as he moved past towards the hall. “I'll leave you boys to talk. It was nice to meet you Steve.” 

Steve stood, offering an awkward wave. “You too, sir.” 

When Wayne was gone Steve turned back to him, taking a few tentative steps towards the kitchen.

Eddie met him halfway, smiling sadly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Steve said.

Tension was thick in the air between them, the silence heavy.

“I'm sorry to just show up like this.” Steve said abruptly, at the same time Eddie asked, “So you heard all that, huh?”

They both chuckled nervously. Steve looked down, running a hand through his hair.  

“What are you… how are you here?” Eddie stuttered out. “I mean, how did you know I’d be here?”

“With Wayne is where you feel the safest,” Steve shrugged. “And this is where you planned to go last time.”

Once again Steve had proven himself to be so far beyond anything Eddie thought he deserved. He was a flight risk. Steve could have made his life so much easier by just letting him go, it’s what most people would have done, but Steve had come after him—thought he was worth finding. How could he have ever considered running away from that? 

Eddie took one more step forward, close enough to reach out and take hold of Steve’s hand.

“Do you want to go for a walk with me?”

There was a path that cut through the woods that sat on the edge of the trailer park. Eddie used to take it all the time as a kid when he was bored. It wasn’t a terribly long walk, just enough to get you lost in your thoughts before reaching Sattler’s quarry. 

Eddie sat them down on a log a few feet from the cliff’s edge when they arrived, the irony not lost on him. It was a beautiful view, especially this close to sunset as the changing color of the sky was reflected in the dark water below. They hadn’t talked at all on the way there, and Eddie took that time to enjoy the feel of Steve’s palm in his, so comfortable and familiar, and thought about everything he wanted to say.

Birds chirped, clouds drifted by, and Eddie let the quiet settle around them for a few more minutes as he willed his racing heart to calm, taking a few deep breaths before he began. 

“I have been so scared my entire life, and maybe I learned the lesson a little too intensely to guard my heart and make sure I didn’t wind up like the people around me—that was a good thing for a while, it kept me safe and sane but at a certain point it just left me… alone. It wasn’t just romance I avoided, I was too afraid to make any close connections. I had Chrissy and Wayne and that was enough. Two people with the ability to break me was about all I could handle.” Eddie paused, letting out a wry huff of laughter. “But then you came along…” 

He stared down at his feet, tracing patterns in the dirt with the heel of his boot.

“I’m sorry that I left, I’m sorry I assumed the worst, and I’m sorry that I hurt you again after begging you to give me a chance. I thought I was all in, but really I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Steve's hand found its way to Eddie's knee, stilling his leg which had started to shake up and down with his nerves. He covered Steve's hand with his own, and finally looked up to meet his eyes for the first time since they’d arrived. 

“I’m sorry too.” Steve said. “This isn’t all on you, y’know. You have every right to be upset. I should have told you as soon as I realized.”

“You were afraid I'd freak out… and you weren’t wrong.” Eddie admitted.

“Still.” 

“Steve, I- I don’t know how to be anything else, but I know I don’t want to be who I’ve been.” Eddie shook his head, sure that he wasn’t making any sense but he pressed on anyway. Steve had a special talent for deciphering his rambles. “I can’t be that guy anymore because I will keep running away—that version of myself won’t let me have this. I’m sure it will take time, and maybe it’s too late, but I want to learn a better way to be.”

“It's not too late,'' Steve murmured, turning his hand over where it rested beneath Eddie’s and lacing their fingers together. “You said you were waiting for the other shoe to drop, I think… I think I was doing the same thing, and maybe I don’t show it the same way but, I’m scared too. I should have trusted you enough to tell you and maybe it wouldn’t have come to all this.”

“So, we could both do better.” Eddie said, grinning as he released a breathy laugh. Which Steve returned as they both leaned in for a moment, brushing shoulders.

Eddie quieted, looking down at their joined hands and felt so lucky. He was ready to let go of all the shit that he’d allowed to hold him back for so long. He was ready to be happy. 

“Did you mean it? What you said back there to your uncle about me?” Steve asked, his face suddenly serious.

Eddie nodded, fighting the urge to hide his face or look away—the intensity in the other man’s gaze almost too much to bear, but he held on.

Steve bit his lip. “Will you say it again—to me?”

Eddie smiled, choking back a single sob as he became so overcome with it all, but in the best way, and quickly lost the battle with his own tears. The good kind this time.

“I love you,” he said, voice cracking a little over the words he never thought he’d say to someone in quite this way.

Steve's face lit up, his own eyes glistening as he too gave up the fight with his emotions. He leaned in, ghosting his lips over Eddie’s as he replied.

“I love you too.”

Steve had barely finished the phrase before they crashed into each other, mouths working in desperate tandem, tongues sliding together like a well rehearsed dance. They kissed like they hadn’t seen each other in months, instead of hours, as if any separation was unbearable. Eddie whined, a high and needy sound in his throat as Steve guided him over to straddle his lap. 

It was risky to be like this out here in the open. Things might have been a little better on the coast for the gay community in recent years, but that acceptance hadn’t yet made its way to rural Indiana, and the wrong person could easily stumble upon them out here.

Though it went against every base instinct he had, Eddie forced them to slow down. Breaking the kiss with an apologetic smile, one hand held gently against Steve’s chest to stop him from chasing after. 

“It’s not safe out here, baby,” he said, sliding himself out of Steve's lap and rearranging his clothes. “We could be seen.”

Steve tried to pull him back down. “I don’t care. You’re out, I could be out too. Let them see.”

Eddie groaned, the problem in his jeans getting worse by the second as Steve ran hands up and down his thighs. He wasn’t making it easy to be good. 

“It’s dangerous.” Eddie said, cupping Steve’s cheek. “And I’d hate for our happy reunion to be disrupted by a hate crime.”

It was dusk when they finally left the quarry, and dark by the time they got back to the trailer. Steve's lack of sleep was starting to show, he’d only managed a few hours before giving up, getting in his car, and making the trip to Hawkins.

They had discussed going to stay at Steve’s house for the night where they could be alone, maybe finish what they started without having to worry about a parental figure being in the next room, but Steve insisted he’d rather stay at the trailer and spend a little time getting to know Wayne while they were here. 

Eddie knew he meant it, but he was also sure it was for his own benefit too, so he could spend time with his uncle who he didn't visit nearly often enough. 

They’d be heading back to the Buckingham in the morning. Steve could get away with calling out for two days but he was due back on the beach for the 4th, as was Eddie at the bar. Independence Day was a big deal for the town, which went all out every year with a huge fireworks display over the ocean set off from a local fishing boat. 

Wayne cooked up a half dozen burgers on the grill outside and the three men spent the evening sitting on the front porch shooting the shit and drinking beer until Steve could scarcely keep his eyes open. Though he’d slept most of the day away Eddie was right there with him. It was best they rest up for the long drive ahead anyway. They said their goodnights and goodbyes, knowing Wayne would likely be asleep when they got up to go. 

The full size bed in Eddie’s room was a tight squeeze for two full grown men, or it would have been if either of them had any sense of personal space, but they happily clung to each other.

Tired or not, it was inevitable that a few well-meaning goodnight kisses would turn into more, and soon they were feeding at each other’s mouths like starving men, until both their lips were swollen and sore. Eddie slid his hands up under Steve’s shirt, resenting the amount of fabric between them. Usually they didn’t bother with clothes at night but out of respect for Wayne, and in an effort to restrain themselves, they’d both worn pajamas to bed—to Eddie’s lament.

He slid his leg between Steve’s, swallowing back a moan at the feel of him long and hard against his thigh.

“Can I at least blow you?”

Steve gasped, bucking his hips once in a desperate bid for friction before forcing himself to stop. “Not with your uncle on the other side of this wall.”

Eddie licked a wet line up the column of Steve’s throat. “You can be quiet.”

“I think you know by now that I can’t.” Steve sucked in another sharp breath as Eddie nibbled on his ear lobe. “It’s that fucking mouth of yours.”

“You love it.”

“I really do.”

Eddie pulled back, threading his hands through Steve's hair as he gazed down at him with a heart so full he could hardly breath. He was so in love, and by some miracle the beautiful man in his arms loved him right back.

He pressed his lips to Steve’s forehead, brushing them over each cheek, and finally kissed his mouth one last time before turning over, pulling Steve's arms around himself. Steve tightened his grip, pulling their bodies flush as he buried his face in the back of Eddie’s neck with a contented sigh. It wasn’t often he played the little spoon to Steve’s big but tonight Eddie was happy to be held. 

Special thanks to @penny00dreadful for being the best beta, friend and cheerleader.

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[candy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

I made her plus size because I need more body type representation. I added some cherry leaves tail,made her skin red,added some more tattoos,white freckles,made her red,yellow and green because there's touch pink.I made her more punk and added some pigtails that looks like explosive. Anyway Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb relationships dynamics is Slow burn and enemies to lovers though. I really hate that her hair doesn't look good,the x cross doesn't make any sense and the shoes that are boots or flat shoes is really doesn't make any sense.I headcanon that she have leg length discrepancy.

#cherri bomb #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel redesign #Redemption Motel au #hazbin hotel critical

[luvisia]

can you give the kid a bag of chips? don’t be heartless, her dad just died.

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[unicorn-virus-syndrome]

you know what, doing another one. These guys have been in the brain and I have many ideas for them.

Lucifer opens the front door, about to turn away whatever salesman or delivery person was on their doorstep.

Lucifer: “Listen whatever your selling we aren’t interest-“

Rosie: “Hello! It is an honor to meet-“

Lucifer immediately shuts the door and stares at a wall in terrified silence. He slowly opens the door again to check if she was gone. She was not.

Rosie: “-You. If I may have a moment of your time your highness-“

He shuts the door again.

Lucifer: “Heyyyyy, Adam?”

Adam was sitting on a nearby couch, tuning his guitar.

Adam: “Yeah?”

Lucifer: “The Cannibal Demon is at the door..”

Adam: “WHAT!? ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING???”

Valentino leaned over from his chosen smoking area.

Valentino: “The what?”

Lucifer looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

Lucifer: “What should I do????”

Adam: “Uhh, Don’t invite her in! Obviously?”

Lucifer: “Right!….Right..”

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