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Author’s Note: Look at me! New fic, new fandom, new style, ouhhh! So new, so shiny! Anywho, this is a 5+1 fic based off THIS text post which has been rattling around in my brain for weeks. Thank you @stevietruther for the insufferable thoughts in my brain.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, being inebriated (the gang is drunk here but nothing too bad, just in a fun way), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, let me know if I missed anything?

You Spin Me Right Round

One

The first time Steve and Eddie kiss is also the first time Steve kisses Robin and Eddie kisses Argyle. It’s just the older members of the party and a few random acquaintances that tag along, and there ain’t shit to do but get high and drunk and play party games. Later into the night, when everyone is inebriated enough to feel comfortable around each other and they have managed to lose both beer pong balls, Vicki suddenly perks up, chest a blotchy bright red under her button up. “We should play spin the bottle,” she announces, feigning bravery with a hopeful glance in Robin’s direction.

“Oh fuck, seriously?” complains Steve, who is already doing a mental inventory of the people there and how terrible it would be to kiss all of them. Well, most of them, at least.

“What? You afraid someone’s gonna realize that Big Bad Sex God Harrington isn’t actually all he’s cracked up to be?” teases Eddie, pushing his shoulder into Steve’s with a huge smile on his face.

“No- that’s not- I just…the ratio is off!” Steve sputters, going hot under the collar. He knows that at least one of the girls is a lesbian and the other is his ex girlfriend and the OTHER is the girl his best friend has a crush on. And as he has this thought, his eyes shift to Robin who is wringing her hands in her lap, not looking anyone in the eye. Oh. Oh. This is her chance. To kiss Vickie without any one thinking too much about it. To see if Vickie is as into her as she is. To see if there are sparks, without any pressure. Because it’s just a drunken game.

“We’re actually gonna motor,” says Jeff, getting up off the floor and pointing to the two Hellfire members behind him. “As much as I would LOVE to stay and lock lips with Munson, some of us have actual jobs in the morning. And Gareth is 1 beer away from ralphing on Harrington’s front lawn.” Gareth just shrugs, knowing he is notorious for over imbibing.

The three Hellfire boys make their way out the door, leaving just the usual suspects and, of course, Vicki.

“See? Almost even now, Harrington. Pass me that empty Seagram’s,” says Eddie, oblivious to the fact that this is, by all accounts, a horrible idea.

“You go first if you’re so intent on planting one on all of us, Eds,” Steve replies, determined to call the older man’s bluff.

“Gladly.” And with that, Eddie spins the empty bottle and watches smugly as it settles on Argyle.

“Oh, come to Daddy, Surfer Boy!” Eddie exclaims, shooting his eyes from the bottle up to Argyle, who had already leaned over the bottle towards Eddie expectantly.

“Dude. I’m expecting greatness. Lay it on me, bro!” Argyle says so seriously it was startling and puckers his lips in the most cartoonish way possible. Eddie grabs his face with both hands and lays one quick and dramatic kiss directly to the other boy’s lips, complete with a loud “Mwah!” Sound effect added. Everyone chuckled at the display, all relaxing slightly due to the fact that the first victims of the game were the two must unserious people of the group, who had no problem breaking the ice.

The game continues, with Jonathan landing on Vickie. He decides to chivalrously go for a kiss on the hand, as he previously declared his loyalty to Nancy. Nancy lands on Robin and kisses her softly on the cheek, sighting the same reason as Jonathan. Argyle goes next and ends up landing on Jonathan. He kisses the photographer lightly on his forehead and pets his hair, which left Jonathan furrowing his brow, but laughing nonetheless. Vickie goes next. Robin holds her breath as the bottle spins and spins and spins for what feels like a lifetime until it lands on…Robin. The girls lock eyes immediately and Vickie subconsciously ducks her head and pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. They turn to each other and just kiss. No preamble or bullshit explanations or disclaimers. They just kiss softly and sweetly for a few moments before breaking away. Neither girl says anything, but Robin is noticeably redder in the face and Vickie seems to lean into her just slightly for the rest of the night.

Next is Robin’s turn and although she prays to whatever high power she can think of for the bottle to land on Vicki again, it lands on Steve. “Ugh man, no! Gross!” Robin whines. “Dems da rules, sugar plum,” Eddie smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Fuck. Fine! But Capital P, guys. I’m so serious,” she warns everyone before turning to Steve. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best not to woo you with my masculine charms,” Steve says before kissing her so quickly that if anyone blinked they would have missed it.

“Ew,” she states simply when it’s over and wipes off her lips dramatically, like a petulant child wiping away a kiss from their mother. Steve silently takes the bottle and spins it, just begging that it lands on anyone except his ex girlfriend. Anyone! Anyone at all even…Eddie. It stops on Eddie and Steve looks at him, like a big brown eyed idiot in headlights, all that previous confidence gone. Eddie clears his throat, shuffles almost uncomfortably. “So, you gonna show me what Hawkins’s Most Eligible has to offer?” he asks, trying so hard to look like he’s not sweating bullets.

And Steve is just drunk enough that he’s got the balls to shut Eddie up the way he’s been thinking about for months, since he was called “big boy” in that stupid trailer when the world was ending. Suddenly, Steve is all siren-eyes and sex appeal, letting his voice drop just a little when he almost whispers “Get ready, big boy,” and grabs Eddie by the back of the neck. Steve tilts Eddie up just enough and takes his sweet time leaning in and ghosting over Eddie’s lips, just enough to make him shiver a little, but not enough for anyone to notice. They share each others air for a fraction of a second before Steve leans in the rest of the way and kisses Eddie, really kisses him, the way he’s been doing to girls for years. And Eddie kisses back, just enough that somewhere in the back of the rockers head, red flags and sirens are going off. But he doesn’t notice, too lost in the feeling of Steve on him to register anything else. They separate after what feels like entirely too long for a kiss during spin the bottle, and wait with bated breath. What for, they’re not sure. But no one says anything and the air feels like it’ll shatter is if they do. And then the moment is gone, because the doorbell rings and Argyle jumps up, chanting “Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!” And suddenly they’re all too hungry to focus on that moment that felt just a little too charged. The rest of the night, Eddie and Steve take turns sneaking glances at each other, like they’re really noticing each other for the first time. But come the morning, everyone is too hazy on the night before to read into it. They all remember the nights activities, but no one thinks to question the tension, chalking it up to being cross faded. Except Eddie suddenly pays a lot more attention to Steve.

A/N: Fun fact! Wine coolers came out in the early 80s and have only gotten better tasting and more hangover inducing since!

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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The Satanic Panic VI +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

For other chapters/story summary check out: https://usetheeauthor.tumblr.com/post/691280498281070592/the-satanic-panic-series-masterlist-18

Summary: You’d gone out drinking at the bar with some friends which is fine for Eddie. That is, until he learns that you and Steve are hanging out together. Suddenly, he’s thinking maybe he should crash the party and teach you another lesson. Before that, a mysterious man approaches you alluring and angelic in nature.

Word Count: 4.4k+

A/N: It’s Part VI! Eddie’s going to get progressively meaner (and pervier 🤐) as the story goes because his devil components is slowly mixing into his personality. He’ll still be a cinnamon roll at times but he’s got a bite to ‘em. Plus the amazing hot ass smut with mean Eddie 🤤🤤 Enjoy!

Warnings: masturbation (f), mean!eddie, possessive!eddie, sexual tension, graphic language, blasphemy, religious themes, blood kink (dream sequence), oral (dream sequence), unprotected p in v sex (dream sequence), light choking (dream sequence), kissing (reality/dream sequence), reader x eddie x steve x peter (dream sequence)

VI. The 001: Archangel

Eddie rang your house phone several times. Each time was no answer. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions and let anxiety get the best of him but he couldn’t help it when it came to you. With you and Eddie’s plans to stop the angel bots, there were a lot risks including being caught early. He needed to know you were okay.

He ends up calling your parent’s house phone instead. It’s crazy especially since your parent’s still held some form of grudge for the trial but he didn’t care. When the phone did pick up, Eddie was pleased to know that it was your sister who’d picked up instead.

“Hey, Erica. Have you seen Ashley?”

“Ain’t ya’ll supposed to be attached the hip?”

Eddie figured you must of told her.

“She’s at the bar with friends.”

“Which one?”

“The Bazaar, I think.”

Eddie can feel himself becoming infuriated. He’d been worried when he hadn’t heard from you after his interview and you decide to go out for drinks without telling him. Why did he get the sudden feeling that you were with Steve?

After getting off the phone, Eddie got into his van and made his way to your destination. He didn’t want to ruin your night or anything. In fact, he wanted to have some fun, too. Although, your definition of fun was a lot different from his.

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The three of you were belting out the lyrics to Belinda Carlisle’s Heaven is A Place On Earth. The crowd cheering and singing along with you. It was the most fun you had in while and it felt good having female friends. It especially made you happy that Nancy and you decided to make up again.

After you were all done on stage, you girls talked and laughed amongst each until Robin took you and Nancy’s hand.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you guys.” She says very solemnly. “It’s been eating at me for so long. I’ve tried telling you guys so many times but I was afraid what you’d think. I’m ready to speak my truth.”

“We know that you like girls, Robin,” Nancy laughs before placing her hands on both sides of Robin’s face. “Those drinks affecting your memory?”

“No. It’s not that. I’m so gay there’s no way of denying it,” She laughs. “But no this is important and I need to say it or else I’ll put my foot in my mouth again and I’ll wallow in self pity for continuing to be dishonest to my girlfriends.”

She looks back at the table where the boys sat, making sure they weren’t an ear shot away. “I’m a witch.” Robin blurts out.

Your eyes widened.

“I know it’s crazy. You’re both probably looking at me like I need to end in an asylum. I get it. Who wouldn’t think that—”

“Robin, I’m a witch, too!” You blurted out, too.

“So am I.” Nancy says.

There’s a beat moment where you all just stare at each other before screaming so loud the boys looked over, confused.

“You bitches have been keeping this from me for so long.” You say, giggling.

“Oh, you’re one to talk.” Nancy smiles at you, arms crossed.

“You mean to tell me we could’ve been a badass witchy band the whole time? I feel like I’ve missed out on so much.” Robin shakes her head at the ridiculousness of it all.

“I can’t believe we grew up beside each other and we never once confessed.” Nancy says.

“I wanted to. So many times. But I didn’t want you or Jonathan to see me differently. By the way, does Jonathan know?” You questioned.

“Yes, he was freaked out at first but there are perks to having a witchy girlfriend. Bedroom wise, I mean.” A smirk creeping in on her face.

“You so nasty.” You teased.

Nancy looks over to Jonathan who’s downing his 5th drink. “One sec, gals. I have to stop this idiot from drinking anymore or he’ll end up doing karaoke, too.”

“Is that so bad?” You inquired.

“Yes.” Robin and Nancy say simultaneously.

Nancy excuses herself, leaving you and Robin to continue the conversation. You wanted to bring up so much but, for starters, she’s friends with Steve the Cult Leader. How on earth did that friendship begin?

“Hey, you and Steve being buds,” You try being subtle. “How’d that happen? Were you two, like, a part of a group or something?”

She laughs. “You’re trying to ask me if I’m a part of Steve’s batshit cult? I’m not. Me and Steve met at that god awful job, Scoops Ahoy. It was somewhere around the time you’d left for Louisiana for a few after graduation and I hadn’t gone to art school, yet. Thought he was a cool dude and we clicked. Didn’t know about cult thing until after? I thought it was a load of crap at first. Until he was alleged and then charged for influencing a group of hackers to leak the governor’s private emails. It was to blackmail him into making Lupercalia a recognized holiday in Indiana.”

“Whoa. The guy has passion. That’s for sure. What’s Lupercalia?”

“It’s like a celebration of bodily autonomy, sexual liberation and reproduction. Sometimes, it’s possible for it to end in one giant orgy.”

“I’m not sure if I should be aroused or disgusted by that fact.”

“It’s actually not so bad. You can meet some really cool peeps. But anyway, I wasn’t comfortable with Steve doing the organized crime thing just for the sake of Satanism. He’s changed, though. He’s staying out of trouble and using his charm for…somewhat good. He’s even planning something special for us witches. You’ll love it. Wanna join the gang? We could add some of our ideas for the event.”

“Yeah. Just give me a bit. I’m gonna get another drink at the bar.”

She nods before heading over to the table to meet the crew.

You sat, waiting patiently at the bar for the bartender to serve you. Then, all of a sudden, the air shifts around you. You whipped your head around searching for the presence that had sat right beside you.

He smiled, softly at you. He was tall, blonde, blue eyed and quite handsome. In an eerily otherworldly kind of way.

“Hi.” He’s the first to break your silent stares.

“Hey.” You said, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. Why did you suddenly feel nervous? But then you got your answer when he sat in the seat closest to you. His aura was intense! Not nearly as intense as Eddie’s who’s aura was so intense that sometimes you felt dizzy. But he was a pretty close runner up. Who is this guy?

“I saw you and friends performance some moments ago. You did wonderfully.” He spoke in polite way. Not like how people his age usually spoke. His voice, soothing and hypnotizing in tone.

“Thanks. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing.”

“I’m Henry, by the way.” He holds out his hand.

You look down at his hand, hesitant to touch him while having the irrational fear that his overwhelming presence would drain you. Yet, you take his hand anyway.

“Ashley.”

“That’s a beautiful name. It’s actually quite rare nowadays. Like a diamond. It fits you.”

You look back at the group, noticing the girls watching and teasing playfully. Steve didn’t look to please, staring hard at the man.

“I’m sorry. Am I keeping you? I don’t want to interrupt your time with your friends.” He says following your gaze.

“No. It’s alright. I was just ordering a drink,” You point your head in the server’s direction. “Bartender’s pretty backed up. So, I could use the company.”

“Glad to be of service.” He playfully bows.

You notice a small tattoo on his wrist. 001. He see this and looks back up at you.

“Wanna know what it means?” He asks.

“Oh, you don’t have to if it’s personal. I’m sorry for staring so much.”

“It’s okay. I’d be happy to tell you. I understand that you’re a very perceptive person. So am I. There’s advantages to seeing things that others can’t. Like how I noticed that rune attached to the necklace you wear. It’s for protection. Am I correct?”

You touch a hand to your necklace. “Yeah, how’d ya know?”

“I dabbled in ancient language studies. My first impression of you is that you’re in touch with spirituality. It started off as a faint interest at first and then you fully committed to it.”

“You can tell all that just by looking at a necklace?”

He shrugs. “I don’t see much women buying expensive gemstones just for them not to commit.”

You nod. “You’re good.”

“I’ve had the time to practice.”

You didn’t expect for him to take your hand so your jolt at the sudden warm touch. He looks into your eyes for permission and somehow you allowed him. You blame your lack of sobriety. Taking your pointer finger, he gently brushes your finger up and down his wrist, letting you feel the tattoo.

“This is a symbol of unity and primacy. It means being one with family. I was lost before. Looking for meaning of everything. Hating the world around me. Then, She saved me and showed me the light. Now I am 001.”

Your eyes meet. “Ashley, are you looking to be saved?”

You opened your mouth to answer when Steve comes in and puts a hand over your shoulder. “Hey, Ash, everything alright here?”

Just as he asks this, the bartender hands you your drink.

“Everything’s fine. We were talking about spirituality,” You stood up from your seat holding out your hand for him to shake once again. “I’m sorry Henry. Looks like it’s my cue to join the group again. It was a great conversation, though. Really. Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.”

“Yeah. Maybe,” Henry looks between the two of you, his stare lingering on Steve. He stands up. His attention is back on you. “I should be heading out. I have…work early in the morning. It was lovely meeting you, Ashley.”

He exits the bar. You face Steve, arms crossed.

“What?”

“You didn’t have to be so hostile.”

“Oh, like he wasn’t?”

“He was only matching your energy.”

“Maybe, I just don’t warm up to people that easily.”

You scoffed. “Oh, really, Mr. Cult Leader?”

The two laughed, joining everyone at the table. Steve brought up planning something called Hexennacht an occasion celebrating and honoring those who fell victim to superstition and pseudoscience, whether by witch hunt, Satanic panic, or other injustices.

“I’m thinking I’ll hold it just a week before Halloween. To peak the interests of the masses of course.” Steve says leaning back in his chair.

“Please don’t say ‘masses’ your beginning to sound like that kool-aid poisoning cult leader.” Robin says.

“Jim Jones?” Steve asks.

She groans. “Of course, you’d know that.”

The doors to the bar swings open, standing in the door was Eddie. He sport a leather jacket, his hair up in a bun, white shirt, blue jeans and looking like the metalhead version of James Dean. His eyes land on you, smiling wickedly and walking over to you. This can’t be good.

When he reaches the table he greets everyone, ignoring you at first. You rolled your eyes at childish behavior.

“Your majesty, can I just say that you crushed the interview today. You were incredible. Literal goosebumps.”

“I’m sorry. Did you say ‘your highness’?” Nancy says, moon-eyed.

“Oh, right, allow me to introduce you all to our Dark Lord.”

It felt like you were in another dimension because the next thing you knew, everyone was saying their graces to Eddie. “Oh, gosh, umm we’re so sorry for the formal greeting from before, Dark Lord.” Robin says.

You look over to Jonathan who was also saying his apologies. Did Eddie have an affect on humans, too? I mean, Steve is human but you understood he was different story. You’d assume that Jonathan would be the sane one. You watched the group in bewilderment seeing them go from drunken adults to loyal subjects.

“We, also, saw your interview, your highness.” Nancy says, pointing between her and her boyfriend.

“I missed the broadcast but if there’s a rerun I’ll could catch if it pleases you.” Robin adds.

Yeah, you’ve officially entered batshit crazy town.

“You guys, seriously don’t have to call me that. Eddie’s just fine. I’m just trying to hang out,” Eddie says, before looking down at you in your chair. “I’d like to hear you say it, though, Ash. Since, you haven’t given me a proper greeting.”

You swallow hard, trying to contain your anger. Why had he decided to do this now? “Sorry, my lord. It’s a pleasure to see you.”

“You’ve surrounded yourself with other men. Trying to get rid of my scent on you that quickly?” He smirks.

Your face grew hot, gauging your friends facial expressions and noticing them either quirking an eyebrow or shoot you teasing looks.

“Not trying. It’s effortless, actually.” You back talked. Why were you trying to be a brat knowing what it’d lead to?

“You guys, mind if I take Ashley for a private talk?”

“No not at all, Dar—Ed-die.” Robin says, nervously fumbling her words.

You give her a death glare. She shrugs, gritting her teeth in apology. Steve was, of course, amused by this. It was like he found joy in seeing Eddie use his authority over you. Did he know exactly what happens when you’re punished?

You stood up from your seat, following Eddie to the restroom hallways where it was more quiet.

“Hey, Eds, why are you being such a huge dick? You’re humiliating me in front of my friends.”

“What’d I do? They were the ones who made it weird. I just wanted to have a few drinks and talk shit. Be a regular guy.”

“That line about your smell on me. They probably think we’re fooling around. How’d you even get in the bar anyway? Drinking age is 21.”

“Will ya quit actin’ like you’re so much older than me? I’ll be 21 in another month. Relax. And it’s called the charm ability. I used it, they let me in.”

“How does that work?”

Your eyes locked and then it felt as if you were in a dream. You felt so overcome with the energy that you began to smile and giggle. “Anything for you, my king.”

What the fuck did he just do to you? Then, you’re snapped out of it, looking up at him confused.

“That was the charm.” He says.

“Please never do that to me again,” You think for a moment. This man probably used it on your friends. “Did you charm them, too?”

“Oh no, they were just that weird,” He nods in assurance. “Didn’t know witches and humans could get so horny for the devil.”

“They weren’t trying to suck up to you. They’re showing some respect. Who on this planet has ever consumed the devil energy and become him? That’s something you gotta pay your respects to.”

“And yet you continue to disrespect me.”

“I didn’t disrespect you. You’re the one being a jerk.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going out?”

“So that’s why you’re here? To clock my ever move.”

“No. I was worried that I hadn’t heard from you after my interview. I mean, there murderous angels going around town and we’ve just uncovered their plans. When I didn’t hear from you…I thought the worse. Then Erica tells me you’re at this bar.”

“You called my parent’s house?!”

“Yeah, so what. Are they really going to hold a grudge against me? I should be the one that’s angry. They were willing to throw me in to save your ass.”

You winced. He sees this and tones down his emotions, not wanting to make you feel terrible.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

“No. You’re right. That was a really shitty thing my parents did. I’m so sorry,” You sighed. “I was going to call you but I thought you could use the break. That interview…when you said you’d thought about it being you instead of Chrissy…that was really intense. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“It’s nothing. Those feelings were something that I at that time. I’m fine.”

You send him an unconvinced look.

“I mean it.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll just wait ‘til your comfortable.” You say, still in denial of his indifference. “Let’s go back to them. Please. Or they’ll think we went off to have sex?”

“Is that wrong?” Oh god, he was closer to you again. You could hardly breathe in his gaze.

“Yes. Because we’re not.”

“Maybe we should.”

“E-eddie. You don’t know what your saying right now.”

“Yeah, I do,” He breathes in your scent up your neck, lips now by your ear. “You can’t get rid of your ache for me no matter how many men you surround yourself with. I saw how wet I made you during your punishment. You love the pain.”

“No.”

“Don’t try to deny it, Ash. I can smell how aroused you get whenever I touch you.” He emphasizes the word “touch” by grasping your neck, you whimper in response.

He looks you in your half-lidded eyes, the gap between his lips and yours barely there.

“Kiss me, Ash. I wanna know how much you want me.”

It was like gravitational force and the smell of his spicy cologne and minty breath made you filled with need. You tilt your head up inching your lips closer to meet his. It was so close, you could practically taste him.

Then…he pulls away. Your eyes were the size of saucers, blinking at him.

“I just wanted to know that you’d do it. Good to know that you would. Anyway, let’s go to the group. Don’t want them to think we’re having sex, right?” He echos back to you, flashing that maddening smile.

The rest of the night everyone had a great time catching up and getting to know one another. You hadn’t expected the group to get along so well but it made sense. For the humans that look on the outside of your group, you were all just regular young adults having a wholesome good time. In reality, you were planning to fight off creatures that risk plenty of lives in Hawkins.

You hadn’t imagine your year leading like this or any of these people who you’ve come to know to be involved in such a supernatural event. Yet, here you were. It was kind of exhilarating to know that in someway you’d found your coven after all.

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Everyone went their separate ways, making plans to meet up again. Steve decided to take you home. Offering because you lived closer compared to Eddie. Eddie was not amused but he let Steve make this gesture finding some kind of twisted fun in fighting over you with him.

You didn’t want to leave your car at the bar but Steve vowed to help you pick it up tomorrow.

“Maybe next time, you and I could carpool. You sure could handle your liquor, although I think you’ve reached your limit.”

“I needed the some fun in my life.” You shrugged, your words slurring. He laughs at this.

“Well, you’ve always got me if you ever need to drink so much that you can’t drive.”

“Hey, what’s up with you and Eddie? And what’s your deal with me?” You blurt out. You were a drunk mess. You wanted to shut up to keep from saying stupid things but alcohol gave you loose lips.

“What do you mean?”

“It feels like you hate me *hiccup* ya know. Somehow, I’m always getting in trouble *hiccup* being around you. Eddie gets mad and you laugh.” A. Drunken. Mess.

He laughs again.

“See there ya go.”

“I don’t know I’m just amused by you. I find Eddie’s fascination with you interesting. I could see the appeal, though. Beautiful, smart, funny. I like being around you. Eddie thinks he finds it infuriating, us being together, but he likes the challenge. I do, too.”

“Oh, so I’m just some conquest you both are trying to explore. Fuck off.” You grumbled, squishing your cheek against the passenger window.

He darts his eyes between you and the road. “Hey, it’s not like that. I just notice that he really likes you. I really like you, too. Maybe we are sleezy for being competitive but at least it’s competing for your heart. Although, it looks like Eddie’s got the moves can’t deny that. I’ll accept the outcome either way it comes but I have a feeling I know who your heart belongs to.”

He parks in front of your home, shutting of his car engine and turns to face you. “Eddie’s got you bad.”

“My heart…belongs to me. No one else,” You answered, defensively. You bring your face practically an inch away from him.“Besides you and Eddie don’t get to control who I want. I decide. I think I’d want you. Or maybe tomorrow, I’d want Eddie. Or no one at all. I make my own decisions. Like right now, I think I’ll do this.”

You yank Steve by his shirt with your two hands and plant a kiss on his lips. He’s stunned at first, eyes open during the kiss before melting into it and moving his lips against yours.

You pull away, quickly. Fuck! Curse your intoxicated, horny mind. “I’ve gotta go.”

You hopped out of his car, he follows after you. “Hey, Ash, I didn’t mean to make it so awkward. I really wasn’t trying to start anything.”

“It’s okay,” You turned to face him, your hand now on your door knob. “I’m just really confused right now. I’m so confused. Goodnight.” You don’t wait to hear him protest anymore, opening the door and shutting it behind you. You slid down, falling to the floor.

“What the fuck did I just do?” You ask yourself.

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Your mind reflected back to Eddie touching you and your kiss with Steve. You knew it was wrong to think that way about them but it was only a harmless fantasy.

After changing out of your clothes, you hopped into the shower. You let your mind run wild thinking about them, running your hands down your body. You reach your clit rubbing, remembering how Eddie whispered in your ear asking you to kiss him. What little you got to feel, you appreciated it. His lips felt so soft and the sweet minty taste on his lip…heaven.

Then there was Steve’s actually lips on your. You’d craved the kind of intimacy for so long, having been celibate for 2 whole years. You’d sworn off men for awhile after your last boyfriend dumped you. Yet, when your lips touched Steve’s a side of you that you’ve locked away returned in spirit in that car. If you hadn’t pulled away, you were seconds from riding him. Tired of being teased constantly by Eddie especially. You craved to be taken but you won’t give in easily to their advances. You weren’t some kind of game to be played.

So why did you allow yourself the time to imagine what it’s be like to have them both?

You close your eyes, a pair of hands wrapping around your throat and kissing your neck gently. It felt so real. Opening your eyes once again, you see Steve standing behind you, choking you from behind whisper sweet nothings.

You groan, melting into his touch and grinding your hips up when you felt the cool feel of a tongue against your clit. Steve releases you, allowing you to look down while he continued to kiss and hold you against him. Looking down, Eddie was looking up at you, devouring your pussy like a feast. A ringed hand wrapped around your thigh bringing it over his shoulder for better access.

“Fuck yes.” You mewled, tugging on Eddie’s hair. It’s so soft and airy in your hands. You wanted to run your hands through them forever. You stare into his pitch black eyes. He looked like a demon but it was so fucking hot.

Steve turns your head to the side, kissing you. You kiss him back, adding tongue to give him a proper kiss this time.

Eddie stands turning you around so that your back faced him and that Steve stood right in front of you. He spreads your legs apart. You can feel how huge he is against you. Remembering back to the night where you felt his erection against your tummy. He thrusts into you with no warning. You gasp falling forward into Steve’s arms who shushes you as you took Eddie’s thrusts into your wet heat over and over.

Eddie grunts behind you like a mad man and you’re panting, slightly bent over. Steve tilts your head up to kiss you again. Your lips knocking into each other caused by the force of Eddie’s strokes.

You were going to cum soon and Steve sees this, bringing his body flushed to yours so that you were sandwiched between their body. The shower water running over your bodies. Steve brings a hand down to your clit, burying his head on your neck and rubbing faster at your sensitive bud.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna—-” Squeezing your eyes shut, you cry out gushing over Eddie’s cock and Steve’s hand. Your juices running down your thigh. When you open your eyes once again, you wanted to scream but no sound would come out. Instead of Eddie behind you, it was some beast man with an ox looking head. The devil. You pull away from him, bumping into Steve only instead of it being Steve…it was Henry, who’s hands were covered in blood. Your blood.

He licks each digit making an erotic show of it. You look down between your thighs, seeing the blood leaking down your thighs. You hyperventilate before you have time to process the situation. Henry pushes you against the tile wall, placing a bloody hand on your thigh.

“Join me.” He whispers, the devil standing right behind him.

You clutch the rune around your neck and chant a spirit warding spell.

Then, there a light. It’s morning and you wake up to find yourself in your bed dressed in your white nightgown. It was all a dream.

You sigh in relief, trying to figure out exactly what had happened and if this were a future vision gift you’ve received.

Your dress rides up and you can see a bloody patch on the hip side of your dress. Yanking your dress up on the side like ripping off a bandaid, you inspect your thigh. A bloodied handprint.

Your phone rings and you go to answer it, still shaken from the night’s events. “Hello.”

Eddie is on the other line. “Ash…they’ve found another body.”

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jeonsblackgf-writes · 3 years

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CRUSHES AND DATES || 1 ||

summary: Jaewon has had a crush on Nia since 6th grade but is too afraid to speak up.

pairing: jung jaewon x black!OC

genre: fluff

word count: 2k

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Jaewon sighed as one of his friends and fellow classmates pressure him yet again to ask Nia, one of the prettiest girls in school, out on a date. Two reasons why he was scared... 1. She was insanely pretty. 2. She doesn't go out with just "anyone". She's only had one boyfriend and that was their freshmen year of high school....They're seniors now. Jaewon heard the guy cheated because she wouldn't have sex him or some shit like that.

He couldn't stop eyeing her. Everything about was beautiful. The way she laughed, smile and talked to people. Jaewon only had a few classes with her and only one of them he say directly beside her, and that was music class. Her voice was heavenly too. She sounded like an angel, even when she came to school sick that one time, she still sounded like the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. She's perfect in his eyes...which is exactly why he's scared, adding onto the more and more reasons.

Jaewon felt like he wasn't anything special. Yeah he had a few tattoos and a couple piercings but what else came after that? He was an anime freak, he was in the chess club in school and everyone called him weird because he was Valedictorian. He was an insane nerd and honors student, never went to a party, function, or anything that involved socializing.

"Kris, It's not that easy." Jaewon mumbled, nibbling on his half finished food. He watched from across the lunch room to see Nia laughing with her group of friends, some were nice some were mean as ever.

"You won't know until you try—Look, you're a good looking guy with a great personality, plus I heard from a little birdie that Nia's been checking you out for the past two weeks." Kris informed, patting Jaewon on the back, who started to choke on his bubble tea.

The subtle information have Jaewon a wee bit of confidence but still not enough to get up and ask her out on a date. So he just sat there, with his head resting in his hand as he watched the love of his life laugh it up with her friends, as he wished it were him making her smile.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the cafeteria, Nia and her friends laughed at a joke she told the small table, before the laughter died down and things got a little serious.

"So when you gonna stop being a pussy and go ask the nerd out?" One of her friends asked, nodding to Jaewon who subtly kept staring their way. Nia gave her friend a small smile and nodded her head.

"I don't know, I really like him, but you know I ain't been in a relationship in a lil minute." She explained, pushing her mushy food away. Her friend rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Why waste your time? He's been crushing on you since 6th fucking grade and we're in high school! He's a fucking wimp!" Another friend spoke up, annoyance etched in her voice.

"If you finna keep that nasty ass attitude you can get the fuck away from my table. Negative Nancy." Nia retorted, causing them friend to roll her eyes and keep her mouth shut, letting the other two continue their conversation.

It was no secret to her friends that Nia was head over heels for Jaewon, but it had only been known around the school for a week or two. She's been crushing on him since their junior year of high school when they had a music project together. She didn't get to see how much of a good person he really was but she saw some aspects of him and it was enough for her to take an interest in him.

"Girl. Shoot yo damn shot!" The encouraging friend exclaimed, as the hell rung. The small group gathered their things and headed to their next class. Nia was a little excited, because she had music after lunch and she sat right next to Jaewon.

Walking into class, Nia sat down in her seat and grabbed her notes from her last time in the class, going over them briefly before she felt a figured beside her. She turned around to see Jaewon shyly sitting down in his seat as he too pulled out his notebook. Nia looked at him for a few seconds before she decided to give small talk. The teacher was always 20-30 minutes late so they had time.

"Hey Jaewon." She spoke lowly, scooting her seat closer to him. He widened his eyes and looked around the classroom to make sure she was talking to him but the class was small and he was the only Jaewon around so ... She was.

"H-Hey Nia." He mumbled, tracing his tattoos, something he did when he got nervous. Nia immediately picked up on that.

"You don't have to be so nervous around me. I don't bite...hard." She smiled, leaning close to him. He yet again widened his eyes and nodded his head. His heart was beating fast as hell right now.

"I don't wanna be rude, but why are you talking to me?" He asked. This felt like some sort of sick joke, and he wasn't finding it funny.

"Because I like you..a lot." She responded boldly, deciding to just sit out her feelings.

Jaewon's heart rate increased with rapid speed. What she joking? This had to be a joke. The girls he's been pining after... for years, just told him that she likes him.

"W-what?" He asked, not knowing what to say. She laughed and gave his flushed cheek a kiss.

"You're adorable and an amazing person." She complimented, doodling on her paper.

"A-am I amazing enough for you to go on a date with me this weekend?" He asked, testing his luck. Friday was the perfect day for them to go on a date, they didn't have school because of teachers work day or some shit like that.

Nia smiled, and nodded her head, ignoring the fact that on the inside she was bursting with happiness and butterflies. Jaewon let out a breathe of relief before he nodded his head and smiled at her.

Soon the teacher came in and the two didn't bother to even pay attention, too focused on each other.

{after school}

"I did it!" Jaewon yelled, running into his friend, who stood beside his car waiting for him. Kris gave him a proud smile as his friend excitedly unlocked the car door and hopped in the drivers side.

"So you finally had the balls to ask her." Kris acknowledged, feeling like a proud father. Jaewon nodded his head and started the car, immediately pulling out the of the drive way and going to his house since it was closer.

"Well, she admitted to me that she liked me! Then that's when I asked her out! Then we exchanged numbers!" He replied, speeding down the road. Kris gave his friend a shocked expression but nodded his head in approval.

"See, you did all that procrastinating and self doubting yourself. Only to find out she likes you too. Match made in heaven. Black girl and asian guy BOOM!" Kris rambled, making his shy friend blush, as he pulled into the driveway.

The two got out of the car and walked to the door...well Kris walked to the door, Jaewon ran like his life depended on it. He hiked upstairs and hurriedly opened his MacBook. Soon Kris came in and plopped down on the bed, immediately taking a nap, not even caring that he wasn't in his room. Jaewon started to begin his homework until he had a sudden facetime call. His heart dropped at who was calling.

Nia💞💍 would like to facetime...

He pressed the green button and was welcomed with the beautiful face of the girl he’s been in love with for nearly his entire life. She gave him a smile.

"Hey, I was doing homework and I thought about you so I decided to call." She spoke, writing on what Jaewon guesses was paper. "I hope you don't mind,"

Jaewon shook his head and gave her a smile, "Oh no, not at all, I was just getting started on my homework."

The next few hours the two spoke over the phone, exchanging more laughs and smiles before it was eventually time for her to get off. Nia hung up the phone. Jaewon sighed lovingly and smiled...again.

{Friday}

When Friday rolled around, Jaewon felt knots in his stomach. The entire week of school he had been sitting with her at lunch, walking her to class, giving her subtle kisses on her cheek, and at home they stayed on the phone all night until they both saw each other's faces at school. Jaewon hadn't felt this happy in a long time, and he hoped it lasted forever.

"Jaewon pay attention to me." Nia whined as the two were cuddled up in lunch. She was almost sitting in his lap because of how close they were and both her legs were in between his.

Jaewon laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "You're really needy today."

"Ever since I've been seen with you, all these girls keep trying to talk to you. You're mine." She grumbled, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him into her chest. Jaewon sighed blissfully, he felt like he was in pure heaven right now.

She noticed a change in his appearance too. He changed his hairstyle a little bit. He started to wear short sleeves more. He was becoming more confident around her...and it scared her a little because with good looks and confidence, comes girls.

Jaewon was about to respond to what she said but a random female came up to him. He ignored her and continued to eat but Nia didn't, she mugged the girl as she sat directly in Jaewon's lap, slightly catching him off guard but went with it anyway and wrapped his arms around her waist as he continued to eat his food.

"Hey Jaewon, you busy today?" The girl asked, tilting her head at the handsome senior. He gave her a blank face and nodded his head, tightening his grip on Nia's waist.

Nia didn't say anything, she took off her earrings, then her necklace, then her jordans, then she tied her hair up in a lie pony tail. Jaewon widened his eyes and held onto her harder, already knowing what she was about to do.

"Bitch you better be glad he holding me down. Disrespectful hoe, you gone try to talk to him when you see me sitting in his lap? Get the fuck away from us before I fuck yo ass up." Nia growled. The girl rolled her eyes and walked away, mumbling whatever under her breathe. After the girl was far enough away she sighed and slumped in his lap.

"Nia I would never let a female get in between us. You can trust me," He reassured, resting his head on her shoulder, giving it a shirt kiss.

From around them, people were whispering and pointing but they paid no mind. The continued to be in their own world.

{Time skip after school cus i'm lazy}

"Where we going?" Nia asked as the two headed to Jaewon's car right after school. He gave her a smile and shook his head.

"It's a surprise."

Almost an four hours later, when Jae said their date was a surprise, Nia wasn't expecting them to be pulling into an abandoned house covered in graffiti. She didn't know where they were until realization struck her.

"Oh hell no I know damn well you didn't take me to the Yeongdeok Ghost House!" Nia exclaimed in horror.

"W-well yeah. I thought it'd be a cool first date." He spoke, suddenly becoming shy again. Nia sighed as she tried to sympathize with him.

"Can we get food after?" She asked, Jaewon smiled and nodded his head as they walked towards the entrance.

#jaewon #ambw fic #ambw imagines #ambw scenarios #ambw couple #ambw bwam #interracial #black reader #black!reader

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pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid · 2 years

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What’s the funniest or weirdest hc you made about Seb beloved? (🏵) also CHECK MY DMS!!!!

Sorry for not checking the DMs Nancy but in my defence I was in a coma/j

1) That’s definitely that fact that Sebastian beloved cannot eat Cucumbers.

I absolutely love cucumbers and I ain’t giving Seb the pleasure to enjoy the taste of them dipped in sour-cream and ketchup.

I wrote it down as an allergy at first, but it got a bit complicated when I did my research

For now I’m just going with the fact that he’s scared of cucumbers.

Yes….he is afraid…of a cylindrical green vegetable obtained from a creeping vine.

2) He can’t eat grapes or anything grape related cuz of the beef he has with Mr.D

Yeah beloved boy is hella cursed (4 times to be exact).

Apparently he beat Mr. D in a Card Game by cheating so Big D got mad and cursed him. Which is funny cuz he loved grapes. And now he’s constantly suffering.

No grape juice, no yogurt, no icecream, no cakes, no wine

Well no wine is good I guess? But he’s got a Roman BF…and like…Tav’s got wine for blood.

Emptying 2 bloody pitchers of wine gives Octavian some sort of Sebastian repellent shield.

#Nancy my beloved 🏵#KAKSKSK #Sebastian son of Eros #seb son of eros #pjo oc #my oc #pjo original character #original character #Percy Jackson oc #pjo fandom

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hcldenbitch · 3 years

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wanna play 20 questions?

what are 3 flaws your character has?

3 of holden’s biggest flaws are; he deprives himself of any sort of affection. sure, he’ll come fuck you, but the second you start trying to be weird and cuddle after he’s gotta go. he was told a few times by a shit ex that he was OVERLY affectionate, so he took that as a hint to fucking stop altogether. he likes to think he can take care of himself, he can handle any sort of chaos that comes his way with no problem, but the fact is, holden struggles A LOT when it comes to being responsible, or when something unexpected happens. he likes to think that he’s got his addiction under control - and for the most part, he does - but holden struggles with it every single day and just doesn’t know how to deal with it. therefore, he buries his dick in someone and calls it taken care of when the itch of wanting something comes around.

what are 3 insecurities your character has?

holden’s always afraid that he’s gonna relapse. whilst he has a pretty okay grip on his addiction, the temptations are ALWAYS there - especially with the company he keeps around. holden’s also insecure that he’s gonna be alone all his life - whilst he has a load of people he talks to all the time, there’s a few he really considers his friends / family. but he has that voice in the back of his mind always telling him that they’re just keeping him around as not to hurt his feelings. he really struggles with his health in general - his mental health is a fucking nightmare; with constant nightmares when he’s capable of falling asleep, to sleep paralysis demons, to full on panic attacks holden doesn’t feel it’s anything he needs to talk to anyone about. he’s always telling himself ‘well, if you hadn’t fucked up your life then maybe you wouldn’t have so many fucking issues’ and refuses to be a burden to anyone. he likes to play like he’s superman, but he isn’t.

what is something your character is most proud of?

the thing holden is most proud of, is his career. for someone that wandered the streets, selling himself, drugs, and even going as far as stealing, this is a huge accomplishment for him. and he’s amazed that so many people can appreciate his work as well. holden puts his heart and soul into each and every tattoo and sketch that he does because he wants people to be fucking proud to have his art on them for good.

where does your character feel most comfortable?

the tattoo parlor. holden finds himself at ease at love hate tattoo, the people there are his kind of people, the clients are always interesting, and holden gets to show off his skills. so when he’s there, he feels like he just belongs in the space, and no one is sitting and judging him.

where do they feel most uncomfortable?

anywhere that he’s alone. holden and being alone have never gone hand in hand - before johan arrived to the apartment for residency holden was never there. if he had to be, he made sure he had someone over. if not, he’d be out in the bars, finding company and solace in someone else. when he’s alone, he thinks too much, and when he thinks too much, he gets that itch for a line or two to shove up his nose.

what are some hobbies of your character?

he’s a gym rat; holden absolutely loves being in the gym to keep up with his physique. ever since he’s been in recovery, building up muscle and tone so he doesn’t look like that lil sick, thin, deathly looking man he used to be. he actually likes hiking, too! anything that requires him to be outdoors, sign him up. he also has a drum set, but given that they live in an apartment he’s been unable to play it like he wants to.

are they more extroverted or introverted?

definitely extroverted. there’s not one person that holden wouldn’t talk to - if a brick wall would respond, you could bet your ass he’d have a conversation with it as well.

does your character have any scars, how did they get them?

holden has too many scars to even count. however, they’re mostly covered in black ink, or in places people can’t see and he prefers to keep it that way. most of them are from using needles to shoot up, some are self harm scars, some are just from being completely stupid. but a huge majority are due to his self sabotaging ways.

what is/was your character’s relationship like with their mother and/or father?

holden’s always been the black sheep of his family; his mom and dad had his life planned out for him before he even arrived on earth. the meant to be lawyer was anything but what they expected. a rambunctious, rowdy, and hard to get anything done kid was their soon to be worst nightmare. once they found out that holden wasn’t going to comply to their expectations, and they found out that he was on drugs, they kicked him out and disowned him on the spot.

have they any siblings, if so, do they get along?

he has an older sister, elisabeth. the two of them haven’t spoken since she found holden overdosed in his apartment.

has your character ever had a reoccurring dream or nightmare, what happened?

it’s very seldom that holden sleeps; he has insomnia and finds himself awake more often than not. when he does sleep, more often than not he’s paralyzed in bed whilst a figure that looks like a mixture of gollum and the broke neck lady ( from haunting of hill house ) looks over him and holds him down. nine times out of ten it starts with the creature just sitting on his chest, staring him down with drool just oozing from it’s shark like teeth. they then lean over holden’s face and breath this hot, sulfur smelling breath right in his face and they slowly start unhinging their jaw ( think pennywise in IT ), trying to eat holden’s face and he can’t move. so needless to say, if he can skip the sleep, he does.

what qualities does your character look for in a friend?

holden just looks for someone that can be as annoying and as hilarious as he can. someone that doesn’t take life too seriously and he can just vibe with. as long as he can get along with you, that’s all that matters to him. ( they also gotta not mind him stealing their food whenever they go out to eat ).

what qualities does your character dislike in others?

people who take life too seriously. holden likes to think of himself as a jokester, so if you’re going to be around him and suck the fun out of every little thing, don’t even bother speaking to him because he will put you in your place. he also hates when people are overbearing, and naggy, and just a fucking negative nancy.

how does your character react to confrontation - are they a fight or flight?

fight definitely. holden has no issues taking a problem head on ( unless it’s a problem that relates to him ). if he sees someone in trouble, or if someone comes to him saying something happened - holden is the first one to ask where they are and how he can find them.

how easy or difficult does your character find it to say ‘i love you’ to someone? have they ever said ‘i love you’ without meaning it?

saying it and meaning it, is something holden can’t bring himself to do because he truly thinks that love is some made up concept that he’ll never understand. faking it, that’s a different story. he just laughs and says thanks and goes about his day. holden has never said it without meaning it though, except the one time he told his ex right before they started getting bad.

what does your character believe will happen to them after they die? are they in fear of this belief?

holden’s convinced that he’s gonna come back reincarnated as one of the queen’s corgi dogs. and if they’re dead before he dies, he claims he’ll come back as a cricket so he can piss everyone off.

how does your character react toward children?

he hates them. they’re gross, needy, rude, they ain’t his cup of tea.

does your character have any fears? if so, what are they?

holden’ afraid of swimming. he once nearly drowned during a swimming practice when he was 8 and ever since then, getting in the water - whether it be a pool, sprinkler, or ocean - he just ain’t having it.

if your character could relive one memory they have, which would they choose and why?

it would more than likely be the moment he realized what love really was. when he felt it, it was unlike any other feeling in the world that he had ever encountered. and he would give up anything just to feel that little bit of happiness just one more time.

#amore:task002 #tw drug mentions #tw mental illness #jesus this took FOREVER #AND I GOT 2 MORE TO DO

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kaypeace21 · 5 years

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Will created the Mindflayer (Theory revisited)

After, watching all 3 seasons I believe the upside down/mindflayer is not only an allegory for Will and El’s (cannon) ptsd/ and trauma but also (because of their powers), has become a physical manifestation (with a life of it’s own). I previously talked about how El made the upside down/demorgorgans and how Will created the mindflayer and demodogs (before s3). However I wanted to add more details to this analysis and focus on how the Mindflayer represented Will’s darker emotions and thoughts in s3 . So let’s get started.

The original title for Stranger things was “Montauk”- in reference to the Montauk Project. It was about experiments conducted on psychic children, where the scientists would “break” them psychologically to strengthen their powers and to program them. In one of the stories there was a boy named Duncan who could “open portals to other dimensions and periods of time” . However, one day “Duncan let loose a monster from his subconscious.”

This is where Stranger Things comes in... El, opened the portal and created the demorgorgans, which represented El’s fears. Joyce and Nancy called the demorgorgan a “man without a face”, or as El called them repeatedly “the bad men.” The bad men kill (using guns), while the demorgans are attracted to blood. However, the one time they went after someone who wasn’t bleeding- was when it chased after Will, another psychic child. Brenner even says about the demorgorgan “it’s calling to you for a reason”. And right before El goes to the sensory deprivation tank, Brenner gives her flowers (resembling the opened face of the demorgorgan which resembles a flower). In the Stranger things novel, Suspicious Minds, a psychic character named Alice, even says “ “Monsters...of course my brain has them.” As long as they stayed in there, everything would be all right. “Wouldn’t it?”

The upside down/ opening of the gate/demorgorgan is even described as something that grows and spreads, “like a cancer”. And something that will eventually kill her, if not confronted (and analogy to suicidal thoughts?)

In s1 Dusting even asks, Eleven “Do you have cancer?” In a literal sense no, but the buzzcut ( which makes people assume she has cancer) represents the abuse she’s been through. And if she doesn’t confront her trauma it will slowly eat away at her until it kills her . Or the physical manifestation of it will.

The name El is the name of a Canaanite God, which means “god of creation.” When El said in s1 “I’m the monster”, only for Mike to correct her and disagree. In a way they’re both right, it’s not her who is in control. But the monsters (who has a life of its own) represents her darker emotions and fears and is affected by her feelings- and this is why they were mirrored to each other visually.

So the fact that the Mindflayer shows up for the first time when Will is experiencing his “anniversary effect” relating to his ptsd, may not be a coincidence. Don’t you find it strange when Will’s dog died between s1-2, the demorgorgans become demo-dogs? And once again, the vines ( put inside Will in s1) and the shadow monster/Mindflayer - are also described as spreading, and we are told that it will kill Will. Will even says “ the more he spreads the more connected to him I feel.” And if I’m right about Will becoming number 12, it’s interesting to point out that 12 is a numeral symbol for “God of creation”, as well.

The other Drs/scientists are extremely callous and say they need to continue the burn (even if it kills Will). However, Dr Owens even says after this “You’re putting a bandaid on this.” Meaning they aren’t addressing the real problem- Will & El’s trauma.

And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if I’m right- this also implies Will was m***sted as a kid (probably by Lonnie), who always called him homophobic slurs. The demorogorgan represented ‘Brenner/ the bad-men’ to El. And the Mindflayer initially represented Lonnie, to Will . Will is even the first to call the Mindflayer a “he”, instead of an it- even though in d&d cannon Mindflayers are “sexless hermaphodites”.

Also,Will doesn’t initially call the Mindflayer a “he” but an “it”.And if you only take out certain pieces of dialogue between Joyce and Will, when they first talk about the mind flayer, where they only refer to it as an ‘it’ … and if you put [‘he/him’] pronouns there instead… then the rest of the discussion about the mind flayer literally sounds… questionable.

Will: “It all just went blank and then you were there”

Joyce: “Will I need you to tell me the truth.”

Will: “I am!”

Joyce: “But … But I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on. So you have to talk to me. Please. No more secrets, okay? Okay.”

Will: “ [*It] came for me and … and I tried… I tried to make [*it] go away … but [*it] got me mom”. (*he, * him,* he)

Joyce: What does that mean?”

Will: “I felt [*it] everywhere. everywhere. I- I still feel [*it]. I just want this to be over!” (*him, *him)

Joyce: “LOOK AT ME! I Will never let anything bad happen to you ever again!”

And I’m not sure how seriously I should take the cannon spotify playlists. But, the cannon spotify character playlists (which netflix and spotify worked on and published together after s2) alluded to this on both Jonathan and Will’s playlists. And the only songs about their dads hint at this fact.

Jonathan’s Playlist- We’re happy family: “Eating refried beans (poverty). Gulpin’ down Thorazines (pills for a mood disorder). We ain’t got no friends (s2 ref). Our troubles never end. Daddy likes men. Daddy’s telling lies.”

Enter sandman: “Don’t forget my son. Sleep with one eye open. Gripping your pillow tight, Exit light, Enter night. Take my hand, we’re off to never-never land. Something’s wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight. Dreams of liars and of things that will bite, yeah. Hush little baby don’t say a word, and never mind that noise you heard. It’s just the beasts under your bed, in your closet in your head.”

Will’s playlist- Creature comfort: “Some boys hate themselves spend their lives resenting their fathers…Some boys get too much, too much love, too much touch... look in the mirror and wait for the feedback”

And if the vines and the shadow monster represent his dad the fact it enters violently through his mouth, and the way he describes the Mf first possessing him further reinforces this analogy. Especially since Billy/MF lays on top of his victims, and right before the monster puts a similar thing in their mouths says (To Heather) “Don’t be afraid. It’ll all be over soon. Just stay very still”, and (to El) “Don’t be afraid . It’ll all be over soon. Just try and stay... very still.” (May indicate Will might have have heard his dad say this to him, and thats why the Mf says it to his victims.)

The entry of the vine, even causes him to spit out a slug, as he looks back in the mirror (like in the song lyric).

The experience of the vine/slug probably brought back traumatic memories, not to mention his time in the upside down invented new ones. The mindflayer first appears during Will’s ptsd “anniversary effect”. And in s2 when Joyce asked about the mindflayer drawing, Will lies saying it’s for a story he’s writing . But maybe, unbeknownst to him... it wasn’t actually a lie ? The 1st time Will senses the Mf again in s3, is when he’s watching a movie about zombies (on a ‘date’ with Mike). And in s3, the monster the Mf creates is based “the thing” ( by merging zombies bodies together)... and we see Will writing the d&d story right next to this ‘The Thing’ poster. The light at it’s head, indicating this whole story may be Will’s idea all along.

So ‘the thing’, the zombies, defeating it with fire were all referenced to Will- and later showed to unfold in the Mf’s story. And even though d&d always foreshadows later events in the season, I find it interesting that the one time in the series we see Will write the d&d story... is when it matches MF’s plans. The shadow monster stayed in the real world, after the gate closed (and didn’t do anything for 6 months)? And specifically choses to attack/possess a guy named William who also was abused by his dad and called homophobic slurs (internalized hate perhaps)? And don’t you find it strange that the shadow monster only decides to come out now, in the summer (despite it not liking hot temperatures) when Will is at his lowest point emotionally? Well, it’s because the MF is based on Will’s darker emotions and thoughts.

S3 was the season that Will was feeling jealous over mileven, and probably coming more to terms with his sexuality - and this is when the mindflayer/shadow monster decides to strike. Whenever the Mf is close and Will touches his neck relates to his romantic feelings for Mike. 1st time it’s on one of their ‘movie dates’, 2nd time when Mike and El walk off together down the hill, 3rd time right after he smashed castle byers after Mike says “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls”, 4th time when Mike asks him to go away so he can talk to El in the hospital waiting area, and 5th time when Mike says El loves El.

And again it’s when Will smashes castle Byers that Will first says “He’s back”. Castle byers was built on a rainy night , the same day Will’s dad left, when Will was 5 (the same age he met Mike). And lonnie called him a “queer” and a “f*g” and forced him to do “normal things” like baseball to have him “be more of a man”. And then on a rainy night, after Mike says “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls”… what does Will destroy castle byers with? A bat.

Will drew up castle byers before creating it in the real world. And the fact Will has a baseball bat (despite not liking baseball) in Castle Byers, surrounded by things he loves: drawings, d&d, art supplies, a microscope, comics- just shows what an impact Lonnie’s problematic conditioning and abandonment had on him. He used a baseball bat to destroy something he loves -castle Byers, and symbolically he was trying to reject his feelings for Mike using Lonnie’s old tactics of fixing him. So regardless of what Lonnie did or didn’t do, the correlation between the MF and Lonnie is there. He smashes up castle Byers with a bat (thinking of Lonnie) and then he feels “more connected to him (the Mf)” again, and says ‘he (the Mf) is back’.

The reason we didn’t get Willel, was for a narrative reason. We are shown that Max and El don’t know each other. It’s implied that El almost never leaves the house and just spends her time kissing Mike. So Will never got to have the opportunity to get to know her either. And for Will his resentment of El isn’t simply based on the fact he loves Mike. He insults El calling her a “stupid-girl” just like how Robin said she hated Steve and his “stupid-hair” because the girl she liked , liked him- and of course a lot of that redirected hate isn’t mere jealousy, but projected internalized homophobia. I don’t think a straight person could ever really understand how much hate queer people initially have for themselves when initially figuring things out- so his redirected anger is more than simple jealousy, but just hate for himself. He even looks at a picture of Mike after this and says “so stupid”, 4 times , while at castle Byers.

But honestly, that’s nothing compared to the hate he has/ how he blames her for ruining his life! El might have saved him twice (and it might of been an accident/ dr Brenner who’s really to blame). But Will knows she opened the gate . So to him, he spent a week in a place with no sunlight, food, or breathable air , having to experience that vine, dying, getting ptsd, being ostracized by everyone at school and being called “zombie boy” and a “freak”- being possessed by the MF, getting burned alive, killing Bob (the closest thing to a real father figure) and all those men (making him a murderer), and strangling his mom.Because of her!

And then that’s when s3 starts to make a lot more sense. Will might not want anything bad to actually happen to El but he’s probably had these dark thoughts before. Will even says about the MF.

He says the real Mf is still in the upside down, but ‘the part that was still in him... was still in their world.’ And it flashes to El’s face as he says it. Essentially the Mf is motivated by his fictionalized story, thoughts/memories of Lonnie, and any dark intrusive thought Will has ever had about El , much to Will’s horror.

He said in s3 that “I’m not worried about me, mom. I’m worried about you.” So the fact that he strangled her and almost killed her in s2, probably haunts him to this day- and he might of thought, ‘wish I strangled her instead’. And who does Billy/Mf look at right before grabbing her throat, and who is the first reaction shot we see when he starts choking her - Will’s horrified expression!

Maybe the Mf thought El was the most important, and that Will was nothing ( despite all the foreshadowing indicating the Mf held special intentions for Will), because he feels like he’s nothing compared to El? Will even says in s2 it wanted to kill everyone, but him, but now it’s saying that to El only? Maybe because Will wanted her to experience having such an entity say it to her too, and experience the same fear and isolation it caused him? In s2, why did the Mf chase Will and possess him at the school, when El (at the same time) was at the school as well (if it was always after her)? It’s because the Mf’s motivations are linked to Will’s feelings/emotions.

He probably also thought, how would you like a slug crawling/invading your body, huh?And although it doesn’t go to her mouth (probably because he could never wish that on anyone- if it symbolizes what I think it does). She still has a similar experience. And everyone is worried/horrified but Will is the only one sobbing (probably because he thought of this happening to her before).

After this he doesn’t even help move the car, he just stays glued at El’s side as if trying to protect her. And interestingly, this is when El loses her powers. Will may have even thought. If she never had her powers, none of this would have ever happened! Or ‘you guys wouldn’t think she’s so great without her powers.” So did Will accidentally steal her powers?!!!! Maybe. Will has always been associated with bears (along with 3 other animal symbols that El also has). We see a zoom in shot of Will’s bear drawing right before the demorgorgan takes him from the upside down version of castle byers in s1. Bears symbolically represent “wisdom” like ‘Will the wise’ and were associated with the demorgorgan/upside down in s1 and 2 as well . Max and Nancy both compared demorrgorgans to bears- and Nancy and Jonathan used a bear-trap to capture the demorgorgan in s1. So when El tries to grab Will’s teddy bear (it was shown to be his in s1) with her powers. And Mike says “they’ll come back”. They might actually come back, because Will and EL’s relationship improves. Mike even tried to give El a golden bear as a gift (so maybe that signifies the giving back of her powers in s4 ?)

Will was always hinted to have powers from the very beginning, so it would be incredibly stupid to just drop this plot point, despite all the foreshadowing. In the 1st episode, Will wins Dustin’s xmen comic in a bet- and Dustin later asks the gang “Do you think Eleven was born with powers like the xmen?” And also before he was sent to the upside down his password for Castle Byers was ‘Rhadagast’ a wizard character from Lord of the Rings. And in the ST prequel novel “Suspicious Minds” the adult psychics were referenced to both the xmen and lord of the Rings characters. And in the comic, he keeps on saying ‘what would Will- the Wise do’ (his d&d wizard character). Also Dustin straight up called El a “wizard” in the last ep of s1, at Will’s bedside. Not to mention Mike in s2 called Will a “cleric” - and clerics get their powers from a god (cough the mindflayer), and in d&d the wiser the cleric the more powerful they are. And Will’s nickname is ‘Will the wise’? The fact that Will in s1 drew his character with lightning and fire powers- and the fact he barbecued 2 phones in s1 (just like El did to the radio at the school). In s1 was said he could “shadow walk” a wizard d&d power. The fact he could control lights and manipulate electronics to communicate to his mom from another dimension (and in s1 only El could do that). The fact he literally created a portal through the wall of his house (just like El did at the school in s2). And just the many other hints in s1! The fact that he drew himself in s2 with a crystal ball (which is associated with the powers of scrying and clairvoyance) before being possessed, but just so happen to have those abilities in s2. Dustin also said the only way to defeat the MF is an undead army and Will’s nickname is “zombie boy”. So frankly, his fight with the MF (who is still in the upside down) may not be over. And that new demorgagan in Russia might be a symbol of El’s grief over Hopper’s (perceived) death.

This would honestly, be the only explanation that would allow me to forgive the Duffers . Like you can steal this idea from me! Please! XD

#stranger things theory #will byers #byler #el hopper

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hi can we pls have some uhhhh 🅱️uentin Smith headcanons, and some killers hcs if you want! I also lowkey hc Jake and Claudette to both be some degree of autistic, I imprint like a baby bird on my fav characters so I hc both Jake AND Quentin to be trans, and Quentin and Meg are ADHD infodump pals. Literally sitting around the cabin taking turns talking about something they love while the other is sitting there... no thoughts... head empty... they r supporting each other

Nice! And Claudette is canonically autistic according to her archives description as far as I can tell, and I’m so glad! You should check out @askthedreamwalker if you’re interested in Quentin art bc their Quentin is trans and they have really nice art! Also u right as hell about Quentin and Meg. He gets v excited and Meg and he can special-interest back and forth for hours One person is pitcher, pouring information into empty pitcher2, then the other takes a turn and pours back into first pitcher. Info dump support friends. Heaven.

And hells yeah, I love son boy! Idk if you mean ILM headcanons or general, so I’m just gonna go with gen.

Quentin’s got a big sense of justice. Not okay with people getting away with terrible shit, which makes the realms extra unbearable (somewhere in the distance Yui and Tapp are like ‘cheers mate’). Holds people very accountable. Boy is very fair and got upstanding character. Expects people to operate with like bare minimum decency and ain’t about to let that shit go if someone wants to be a bastard. Last person ever to let a killer get a pass for going around murdering people in-realm and would hold them extremely accountable and be v willing to kill one in a fight and view them with disgust and righteous anger, but also be one of the first people willing to forgive a killer if they genuinely reformed, or got thrown to the survivor side by the Entity and actually chose to shape up and proved they meant it. He has a huge sense of justice and righteous anger, but also believes in forgiveness and second chances. (Within reason. If any of the particularly bastard killers like GF or Nightmare or Clown showed up with a completely ooc change of heart they will never have anyway, Quentin would be like “…listen. …There are some things only God can forgive…U gotta take this one to him…and away from me. Forever…”. Boy got those high-quality standards 👌

Used to be kinda high-strung, but then his life was a living hell for so long that he ran out of energy entirely and now he has no choice but to be mostly chill. If he gets a burst of energy, the old excitement power switch flips back on and he is both way more talkative and active, and happier. Unfortunately he is usually so worn out he’s about to drop.

Got a bit of a martyr complex. The fact that literally locking himself in hell with his worst nightmare worked does not help. Feels massive guilt over the fact that the Nightmare is in the realm bc of him, but is still kind of glad bc it means he’s not out there murdering his family. Hates that he feels that way because he thinks it’s kind of wrong. Views being stuck in the realm as sort of penance for having brought Krueger unintentionally. Afraid to tell other people it’s his fault because he’s scared they would never talk to him again, and the idea of losing his friends and complete isolation here is unbearable. Feels guilt over that choice, because he feels like he’s in a way lying to them, and that if they would hate him if they knew the truth, they have a right to. Boy loves his friends hard, but does not trust them to forgive him, or to trust in him, so he’s not always completely honest about not just that but anything he’s struggling with. Very sad dumbass. Suffers alone because he’s afraid to ask for help, and/or does not think he deserves it.

Really loves the other survivors and would do anything he could to protect them. Dies in the majority of his trials because he battles endlessly trying to keep the others from being the ones who die. In a way, he’s trying to make things up to them, but he would absolutely do the same just because he loves them, and did for a long time before he ever figured out Krueger and him being taken was his fault (not that I personally think that’s a fair way for the boy to view it). Optimistic externally, struggling internally. Absolutely refuses, ever, to give up, but is always right on the threshold of having a breakdown. Pushes the others to find a way to escape and tries to give them hope. Takes a lot of shit. Will not fight back much if teased just be like -__- and moves on. Doesn’t let people boss him around though, and will always do what he thinks personally is the right thing. Extremely forgiving. (Except to himself.) Snark boy if opportunity presents itself. Can I offer you a shot of adrenaline in this trying time boy? the rest of the time.

Gives people the benefit of the doubt. Not a hoe. Would commit to a s/o very dedicatedly. Also not the kind of asshole who would cut down on time w friends when in a relationship. Boy’s love is not a zero sum game. Would die or kill for Laurie. Loves Claudette and learning botany tips from her. Thinks she is pretty and admires her kindness and skill and refusal to let the world change who she is, and wishes he was more like her. Has not told her that. Is a lot more like her in that regard than he thinks he is. Pretty damn good in a fight bc he always gets back up. Determinator. Still in love with Nancy and loyal af. Misses her a lot. Does not open up about himself as much as people think he does. Misses his dad and Nancy and his dead friends a lot, especially Jesse. Doesn’t actually talk about his problems much. Just suffers in silence because he doesn’t think he can ask for help.

Takes his faith seriously. Prays a lot, and struggles with feeling completely abandoned by God, but won’t give up on that either. Tries hard to believe he cares and things will change. Dedicated to trying to make sure that regardless of what his friends believe in, they are okay. Very sad and alone but tries to not think about that. Tries to help friends stay hopeful. Is both baby and badass sass boy in one package. Fight hard, love hard, someday will get to sleep for a whole year.

If you are nice to him once, will assume that means you are friends now. Genuinely cares deeply for every single survivor at the campfire. Wants to protect people. Constantly suffering bc that’s impossible here. Really just wants everyone to be okay someday, including himself, and simultaneously kind of feels like he no longer deserves to be okay in the end at all. Tries not to think about that. Massive guilt issues. Bottles it up. Loyal as hell. Would die for his friends so much it actively worries them and they’re like “Quentin…please. Quentin-stop—stop. You’ll die again. I swear to god Quentin! I can die this time! Quentin!!! Come back here right now!” But he never comes back. Big sibling energy. Regularly people be like “Damn u could make a pretty fine lil brother out of this” and then they do. He loves so hard. Please be nice to him. He’s always trying so hard and never thinks it’s enough. He works so hard.

Triggers include being grabbed by his hair and jerked around, losing his necklace, the cave, and the Nightmare within 15 feet of someone he loves, so homeboy has just, a lot of bad days. Is playing a fun game called ‘I will absorb trauma forever and not get help for it and then one day it will kill me’. Needs to learn to depend on his friends.

Good sense of humor, enjoys reading and music. Will talk way too much about things he likes and not notice he’s done it and then feel bad. Dumbass sweetheart, will think he’s doing a great job flirting and be proud of himself when he did not, in fact, do a suave job, but it’s cute. Tries hard. All the time. At everything. God he tries.

I would do killer hcs too but this already so long and I cut like half of what I initially wrote rip. I have too many thoughts. Head full. : ( Here’s just a few little ones:

Myers does not like working for the Entity. It tried to pull a fast one and be like, “Yes tis I, another voice in your head,” and Michael was like “Bitch it’s my head. I don’t know you!” and that did not work. While Michael very much would love to kill Laurie and get inner peace, working for the entity provides 0% daily Michael needs, and he hates it. Sometimes he just does what the fuck he wants and gets in trouble (homeslice is the only killer who can kill survivors with no mori and no perk for it. Michael cannot be controlled). Does not like being here at all. He doesn’t cause the Entity a lot of trouble like Krueger does, so it doesn’t consider him a problem killer, but they do not have a ‘Ah yes my favorite killer’ kind of thing going. Michael hates the spider-monster. He is so tired of everything at this point. Boy is suffering. Would fight the Entity if he knew how. Has been hurt by it before, and does not like that, because it takes longer to heal than he is used to.

Myers has a few times had his home area be close enough to the campfire that he could see it in the distance, and he watches them when that happens. For hours. He is lonely, but does not realize that, and probably never will. He does stand there and watch them, being sad and not realizing he’s sad at all. It’s the closest he ever gets to human interaction aside from killing people in trials.

The Entity hurts Max sometimes, not because he has done anything wrong, but because injuring him without providing even a way to prevent it keeps him peak feral and afraid, just like it wants. No time to recover or learn or grow. Just anger and pain and fear.

The Entity promises Rin a lot of things. Not because it has to, but because it enjoys the taste of her suffering. One of her addons is paper cranes, one of 1000 to make a wish, as the description says. I’ve always interpreted that to mean it likes to screw with her and offer her things like that she can do between trials, in the moments of lucidity she occasionally has when completely alone. ‘Make 1000, get your wish,’ but every time she hits 999, it blows the ones she’s made away, and she has to start over. Unclimbable hill. Just to watch her struggle. That kind of thing. Intentionally tends to send survivors her way it knows she would dislike killing the most, just to watch her have to do it against her will and bask in the horror of what she cannot make herself not do.

#dead by daylight #ask #speckeltail #dbd #quentin smith #michael myers #rin yamaoka

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Mr Solomons - Part 3

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Paring: Modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader Word Count: 1.4k Summary: With your article ready to be published, you can’t keep your mind off a certain handsome distillery owner. Warnings: swearing A/N: This chapter is a bit of a filler chapter, sorry about that but I promise the next few chapters will make it worth it. Hope you enjoy and if you do please think about leaving a comment!

Sitting in Quinn’s office usually comes with a handful of feelings, pride at a job well done or excitement at the offer of a new piece to work on. But today there’s a different feeling sitting in your stomach as you watch your editor reading over your profile on Alfie. Ever the old-fashioned editor, Quinn insists on reading pieces with a hardcopy, her red pen in hand ready to attack with any corrections that it will no doubt be required before it’s up to her high standard.

You’re usually sure of your work, confident in your ability to capture a person or event or even a place with your words but capturing Alfie in his entirety wasn’t easy and you’re afraid you couldn’t quite describe him well enough, that others would read the piece and come away with a different view of the man you had gotten to know.

After spending time with Alfie at the dog park, you saw a different side to the man, a side of him that made you go back and edit the piece on him not to add what he told you about his fight with Sabini, but to change the way you described him.

“There’s no mention of the fight he got into with his business rival, any reason for that?” Quinn asks without even looking up at you.

“He told me about it, but I didn’t think it was worth including. He doesn’t strike me as a violent man, he was just defending a friend, I don’t think that’s what people need to know about him.

Quinn turns her gaze to you, her grey eyes watching you over the top of her glasses one eyebrow arched above the other.

“Well it’s your piece so it’s your call, it works without it but people who recognise the name will be expecting to read about it,” she says, finally dropping her red pen to her desk and looking at your properly. “You’ve done a good job y/n, you should be proud,” Quinn says, dismissing you as she turns in her chair.

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Just days before the article on Alfie is set to come out, you struggle to keep the man from your thoughts, Alfie the ultimate destination each time your mind wanders from the task at hand. Sitting at home with nothing to do and Nancy’s chattering doing nothing to take your mind off him.

So, you decide to take the day and treat yourself, starting with a manicure, because your nails desperately need it, followed by a cup of coffee from your favourite coffee place and a walk through the park to make the most of the sunny day.

Making your way from the nail place you cut across the street, mouth dropping open at the sight of the man ahead of you. Pulling your headphones from your ears, you are faintly aware that the podcast you had been listening to is still playing when you open your mouth to get his attention.

“Alfie?”

The man in question’s attention turns from his phone in his hand to where you stand in front of him, his eyes widening in surprise. His cane is held in his hand, though he doesn’t appear to be using it, and as you glance at the building he’d just walked out of you notice the word Physiotherapy on the door.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?” he asks.

“I live around here, I was just going to get a cup of coffee,” you explain. You glance at his leg, before forcing your eyes back to his. “Are you alright?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Physiotherapy helps a bit with the pain, gotta keep it moving so it don’t get all fucking stiff yeah?”

“Did you… would you like to get a cup of coffee with me? There’s a park not too far from here, we could go for a walk. For your leg,” you quickly add.

“Yeah, why not?”

Alfie turns to follow by your side down the street, you slow your natural pace down discreetly to give him a chance to keep up with you especially when he starts to use the cane, the wood clacking against the pavement beneath your feet the only way to know he’s started using it.

“You can ask about it. Won’t bite your fucking head off,” Alfie says, breaking the silence that had fallen over the two of you.

“Why do you need it?”

“Sciatica, it’s a pain in the fucking arse,” he grumbles, running a hand through his beard. “Should see Cyril when I need the cane, won’t fucking leave my side, growls if anyone gets too close.”

“That’s sweet, he loves you.”

“Wasn’t sweet when he tried to bite Ollie. First time I had to use the cane after I found Cyril, wouldn’t fucking leave my side all day, Ollie comes over and Cyril tried to bite him as soon as he got too close. Took us months to figure out what was goin’ on,” he explains.

Once inside the coffee shop, you insist on buying his drink to make up for the last time, and while he looks like he wants to argue with you, he doesn’t bother trying to change your mind, simply ordering his drink and letting you take care of the rest.

While waiting for your drinks you notice a few people side eyeing his cane doing your best to keep up the conversation to keep him from noticing though you have no doubt he’s used to recognising odd looks from other people when he uses it, considering how insecure about it he seems to be.

When your name is called it’s like a flood of relief and you lead him quickly from the shop, carrying both cups until he insists he can carry his own. You’re sure he noticed why you rushed him out of the shop, but he doesn’t say anything as you make your way into the park, a comfortable silence hanging between you.

“I found a few of your other profile pieces to read, figured I’d find out what I can expect you to write about me. You’re really fucking good at what you do,” Alfie says, breaking the silence.

The compliment feels like a rush coming from him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you try not to grin outright at him.

“I have to admit, I’m a little nervous for you to read it.”

Alfie grins, running his hand through his beard.

“I ain’t that scary, am I?” he says, his tone playful as the two of you sink into an unoccupied park bench.

“You’re not scary, you’re a big softie,” you tease, earning a laugh out of him as he leans back into the bench, resting the cane over his knees.

Alfie seems more at ease when he smiles like that and you can’t help but smile at the way he crosses his arms over his chest his muscles looking even bigger. Your eyes run along the tattoos that decorate his arms, catching sight of the edge of the one for his mother.

“Who else do you have tattoos dedicated to?”

“Hm? Oh uh, got one for Ollie over ‘ere,” he says, pointing out another one just above his elbow. “And one for my sister up on me shoulder.”

He pulls up the opposite sleeve of his t-shirt, showing off a large tattoo over his shoulder.

“You have a sister?” you ask.

“Yeah, Hannah. She’s younger than me,” he explains, a fond look on his face as he looks at her tattoo.

Everything about him confuses you in the best way. On one the hand, he’s the man who growled at you for no apparent reason, the one who punched a business rival and broke his nose. On the other hand, he’s also the man who took in a puppy who had been abandoned and has tattoos for his mother and his little sister.

“Give me your phone,” Alfie says, holding his hand out.

“Why?”

“Just fucking do it,” he mutters, his tone making you laugh as you unlock your phone and slip it into his hand.

You watch as he opens contacts, creating a new contact for himself.

“You already gave me your number,” you point out.

“That’s my work number, this is my personal number,” he explains.

He sends himself a text, two wink emoji’s before handing your phone back with a grin.

“I look forward to reading the article on Monday, see you round y/n.”

Alfie stands with a soft groan, stretching out before resting the cane against the pavement as he winks at you.

You laugh, waving goodbye as he walks away eyes unable to look away from him until he has disappeared from your view.

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#alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #modern alfie

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 2

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Some bigs news in this part.

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Thursday March 14

Let's recall who was Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey : he was a gifted hunter, loved by many, venerated by all. He was also very proud of his cooking skills. Besides, he was smart and good-looking. There's no need to hide it : I'm the best. So he could handle everything. Or at least he thought until today. Because not only he had a date with the baboon, which already flustered him more than necessary, but he had to protect the baboon at the same time. As soon as they had come back from France, Summer had informed him about the situation. A mysterious hunter had put a price on Liam's head : 5000$. Whoever slept with Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's boyfriend and proved it to the hunter community would earn 5000$ ! Needless to say, Liam, who was already famous, became the target number one. The community went crazy. The junior went mad. He yelled at Summer more than he ever did. He called Nancy and ordered her to find the prick who started this mess. Nobody would touch his baboon.

"Hey Dami, are you alright ?"

The lad raised his head to meet Liam's eyes. I must've looked terrible if even him noticed something was going on. Fuck that. I'm the one supposed to be worried here.

"Everything's fine." he replied. "The street is too crowded that's all."

A fuckin' good way to get somewhere with less people... And less hunters who might see them.

"Okay." smiled the baboon. "Come with me."

For someone who spent most of his time the head in the clouds, he strangely knew his ways in the town. He led Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey to a little park. I will die before I admit this place is beautiful.

"Raphaël led me here when he came to visit." revealed the baboon. "I think it's quiet and heart-warming."

They found a spot to sat and the junior thoughtlessly took his place on his boyfriend's lap.

"The soccer guy." he recalled. "Are you close ?"

Since this Muller is a very gifted hunter himself... I hope he didn't hear about the reward.

"He's my oldest friend I guess." replied the baboon, far aw ay his thoughts. "I know him for a very long time and I know we're close but... He's a mutant so I never fully understood him you know ?"

A mutant sure. I'm getting used to the idiot's delirium now. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was about to say something when he heard a discreet but yet audible gurgling.

"You're a walking stomach, aren't you ?" he half-asked, half-teased.

"Not my fault if your bag smells so good !" complained the baboon. "I'm restraining myself for one hour now !"

The blond junior sighed. How come he found this each time cuter than the last ? Maybe I am cursed afterall ?

They ended their date around 10 pm. Apparently, the baboon needed to sleep early or he would be sluggish the next day. To my humble opinion, he's always sluggish... But Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey still had business to do. The campus was a warzone. Those filthy hunters were up to no good. Well, he didn't fear the idiots who already tried their luck. But there were some old and smart assholes who might cause a fucking problem. Until I found out who is the damned idiotic cocky bastard who started this barbaric mess, I'll need to remind them who is the fucking boss. The junior arrived to the football premises. He entered in the lockers hastily, without taking notice of the guys and girls who where having fun around him. Some invited him but hell, he hadn't the time. Sadly. He entered in Archie's office only to find him and the midget talking. This later had swollen eyes. He looks like crap.

"Midget you go out." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "You can still come back to offload later."

Nate frowned but didn't protest. The quaterback told him to wait in the next room and to help himself if he wanted something. Then, he focused back on his guest.

"Yo Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey." he smiled. "Must be very important if you show up angry like this."

"I'm pretty sure you heard about Liam's head price. A foolhardy dopey son of a bitch dared to do that."

Archie nodded. A loud gurgle made clear he was starving, but the junior didn't care. Your damned stomach isn't the priority right now.

"I told my pack to not get involved." he assured. "Do you have any idea who may do something like this ?"

"A foolish cocksucker who has a death wish." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey replied. "I want you to keep me posted on everything you hear. I will find this motherfucker and I'll shove my dick so hard in his buttocks that he'll pray for forgiveness."

Of course, he wouldn't actually do that. A prick like that didn't deserve a taste of his wonderful cock.

"Okay." agreed Archie. "Anything else I can do for help ? You want me to ask some guys to protect Liam ?"

"There is no need for that, I'm dealing with the baboon's protection myself." explained Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "And I don't trust your men even if I trust you. Packs ain't so reliable when that much money is at stake. Anyway, open your eyes and ears and tell me when you find something. I want the asshole."

The blond lad was already angry. But when he arrived at his appartment this evening, things got worse. His grandfather was here to welcome him. He never comes until he has something important to tell. This time wasn't an exception.

"Your mother and sister are coming next week." he announced. "They're eager to see you."

"That's not reciprocal." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey retorted.

"Young man, I count on you to be nicer than you tend to be around campus." warned the old man.

Fuck this shit. Now was not the time for useless distraction. He had a bigger matter to resolve than chatting with his idiotic family.

"Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, don't give me that look. You'll behave to not embarrass me in front of your own mother. It would have been nice if you could introduce her to your girlfriend or boyfriend, but I heard you don't have an official one yet..."

What with the condescending tone ? You really are an old geezer sometimes. And I have a boyfriend so there ! The junior didn't answer. He grunted his consent and went inside. Now he was more than angry. Since he had met the baboon, everything was turning crazy. First, he, the best hunter in the world, had fell in love. Talk about nonsense ! And now, his boyfriend was the target of the community. He hadn't the time to see his mother or his sister ! Fuck it. Fuck them all. He was so pissed, he couldn't call Zack right now. First, he needed to calm down. And he knew only one way to do that. Sex. A lot a sex.

Liam Saturday March 16

The loud laughters caught his attention. He had been thinking about living pancakes for a moment now so he didn't know what was happening. He quickly noticed it was Rebecca's doing. She and her friends were grouped around Nick, who seemed unhappy about the situation. They're still making fun of him ? The forces of evil were heartless. Liam got up to help him but Theo arrived. The captain quickly stopped the teasing and everyone went in the pool. They were doing a special training today and even if he didn't participate in tournament, the young lad took the occasion to swim. He was about to dive in the ocean (yes the pool but he liked to think it was the ocean) when someone grabbed his wrist.

"Wait please." begged a soft and whining voice.

Liam turned and ended face to face with a girl he didn't know. She hadn't released his wrist yet. However, when he looked at her, he instantly understood who she was. Her curly brown hair, her charming blue eyes... These graceful curves and almost shining body... The witch. She's here.

"Hi." she smiled. "My name is Lucy Lopez and I..."

He didn't let her finish. He freed himself and cannonball dived in the ocean (the pool yes !). I need to go away as fast as possible. I can't believe she's here. The witch. He swam straight to the other edge, got out of the water and ran. The witch ! I saw her ! He was so afraid and so excited. (Afterall, it was his first time meeting such a young and yet powerful witch.)

He arrived at his flat out of breath. He had never ran so fast in his life. But well, at least he had escaped from the witch. He entered inside and went for a little snack. Nate was in the living room, eyes focused on his cell phone. Liam sat next to him, mouth full of pancake. (He had dreamed of these delicious pancakes since Dami had offered them.) (And as he expected, they were god-sent !).

"I met the witch." he announced.

His bestfriend raised an eyebrow. He looked preoccupied.

"Now isn't a good time to talk about shit." he mumbled.

The chestnut lad wasn't a very bright person but he could tell Nate was feeling worse than usual. Maybe the witch was only a distraction ?

"Is there something I can do for you ?" he asked.

He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what happened that night and why it was haunting his bestfriend. Of course, he was well aware Nate had nightmares often. He perfectly knew there was something bad his friend kept for himself. But he didn't had any idea how to help.

"I wish I wouldn't be able to think anymore." complained the short lad. "I'm stuck in here, facing my demons alone and it's so frightening. But I don't want to go outside either. I feel like I haven't the right to go outside... And I know I can't bother Archie all the time."

Liam nodded silently. What can I do for him ? (The question was more for the unicorn than himself but they remained quiet. Those ungrateful horses !).

"Let's play videogames together." suggested eventually the chestnut boy. "It will distract you from bad thoughts."

This evening, Nate went to bed early. Dami arrived around half an hour later with diner. He had brought enough to feed the whole building but well... Liam didn't want to share with said building ! Nick looked at the feast and sighed.

"How the hell am I supposed to watch my figure when you're bringing that much delicious food here ?" he asked.

"Shut up." grumbled Dami. "I'm gaining weight too and I'm not complaining."

Liam's roommate didn't reply. He took a bit of everything and left the room to go play. The chesnut lad didn't think about it anyway : he was already eating. He gobbled two dish in a mere five minutes. Then, he went for a third helping.

"You sure look happy when you're stuffing your face." commented his boyfriend.

Himself was eating at a slower pace. He moved his plate next to Liam, and sat close to him. Almost without thinking, he put his head on Liam's shoulder.

"You're gonna be sick." he whispered. "At least go for it slower."

"You won't believe me, but I was kind of a slow eater back in highschool." laughed the freshman. "I think I just missed food so much during the past ten months... I'm making up for the time."

"It doesn't mean you have to choke yourself." sighed Dami.

They continued to discuss lightly while eating. Since he took the time to talk with his boyfriend, Liam slowed his pace but it didn't prevent him to devour as much food as he could. And when he went to bed this evening, he was full and very contented with himself.

Nicolas Sunday March 17

< TheSavior : Dont feel very good. Won't play be4 one hour at least >

< Abeautifulwomen : okay. I ve work to do >

< Imagenius : Guys big news !! The hunt at my college I got sme more news ! I think i can manage to participate ! >

< TheSavior : dont wanna know and dont care. >

< Abeautifulwomen : I'm listening >

< Imagenius : So i dont hav any specifics but one of my roommate told me i can be a hunter and try my luck if i want. It's about catch a dude and hav sex with him >

< Abeautifulwoman : So you really re gay ? >

< Imagenius : Joker. Anw maybe there is a reward or smthg ? I am interested >

< Abeautifulwomen : On a unrelated topic what do you think abut a couple who hid to evryone they're a couple becuz one of them is scared for his reputation but revealing the truth could save their couple ? Askin for a friend lol >

< Imagenius : Why are you ignoring me ? :( And above all it remind me i'm single >

< Abeautifulwomen : Your fantasy hunt is booooring ! You re single becuz you suck sry to be honest. It's just i think my friend smhow ended in a relationship with someone but doesnt want to admit it cuz he isnt the kind of guy who hasn't special relationship in the first place. >

< Imagenius : i think your friend is as fake as your pseudo-feminity dude >

< Abeautifulwomen : fuck u gay man ! >

< TheSavior : You are so annoying both of you smtmes >

* TheSavior is offline * * the chat is now closed *

A knock at the door resonated in the flat. Nick removed his headset and sighed. He wasn't in the mood for social activities. But whoever waited behind that damn door was being very impatient. The young lad heavily stood up and went to the entrance. He opened with reluctance and glared at the stranger who was bothering him on a sunday afternoon. It was a tall and elegant girl. She smiled cheerfully at him. I'll end up blind if she continues to smile like this.

"Hi." she said. "I'm looking for Liam Strucker ?"

Nick didn't answer straight away. He looked closer at her first. She was truly beautiful, with soft features. Her clothes showed nicely her curvy body. She is hot but also a little suspicious if you ask me. Now, Nicolas Lawson wasn't someone who meddle in his friends business but Liam didn't need any extra problems right now. The dude was a lunatic who believed in unicorns and aliens ! I don't even know how he managed to get a boyfriend.

"He's not here." he eventually replied. "He's at the gym."

It was a lie, since Liam was with Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey for the afternoon. But Nick had quickly understood this relationship was supposed to be kept secret. Not that he knew why but he liked Liam enough to respect that wish. The girl pouted in a cute way.

"Damn that's my bad luck. I really needed to talk to him."

I'm one hundred percent sure he doesn't know you. His roommate didn't know many people. And anyway, he probably didn't remember many either.

"I'm Lucy Lopez by the way." she chuckled. "Nice to meet you."

Nick rolled his eyes. He didn't actually hate girls. He was a proud bisexual who could appreciate a beauty when he saw one. But he was so fed-up with girls. Rebecca and Barbara made sure of it. He had been very interested in the first one. He had tried to be cool, to be fun and everything but it hadn't worked at all. As for the second... I'm ashamed to admit it but yeah, I thought she would be a nice girlfriend since she was second in the promotion and all... Thus, Nick had understood not a long time ago that he just had terrible taste in girls. And Liam and Nate ain't very helpful in that department... So he decided he didn't like this Lucy Lopez. To make his point, he closed slowly the door right in front of her. She looked surprised, but let him do. And in a instant, he was happy to be alone again.

< TheSavior : taking a break to grab smthg to eat >

< Abeautifulwomen : you said that one hour ago >

< Imagenius : I'll do the same. Playin' while eating is the best >

< Abeautifulwomen : can't deny that. Now I'm hungry too. >

< TheSavior : take your snack fast and we back to game. My roommate fell asleep in the living room lol >

< Imagenius : pic ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : Gay ? >

< Imagenius : Fke girl ? >

< TheSavior : not the roommate you want to see guys. The other, and he woke up already. He's going to his room now. Evryone is rdy to play ? >

< Imagenius : Wait a sec, I spilt my beer. Fuck there are crips everywhr ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Im rdy. Ima i'm sure you're a fatty xoxo >

< TheSavior : i am a fatty and fuck you thank you very much >

< Imagenius : You would be surprised im actually very fit... or not... but fuck me pls ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : dem gays >

To be continued

Dami has so much work to do. While his boyfriend is completely in his delirium, he has to protect the boy from a whole community!

Nate is not doing fine either, so there’s that...

And yes! Nick was interested in Rebecca, and even Barbara. But he didn’t know how to approach them, so he tried here and there. Didn’t work well. Also, his online friends are crazy, don’t mind them.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #stuffing #weight gain is mentionned #Liam is hungry #And happy #But Nate isn't #Nick is not either #Damian is mad #It's a mood #Chapter 4 #Part 2

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catharrington · 4 years

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Fighting spirt.

(Short blurb inspired by @harringrovetrashrat because this work is so great and emotional but I thought it was going to go a much, much different way. So I wrote it????)

Billy could feel it all at once, every single tooth from the mind flayer’s tentacles grinding and digging a new place in between his bones. He could feel his blood rush from the pumping of his heart out onto his clammy skin. He could feel his air leaving his lungs quicker than he could catch it.

It felt like a lifetime being held suspended in air while his body ripped and strained from the effort. In his mind he knew he was dying, so he flashed his teeth like the animal he had fought like for so long. Neil would be proud to see his sissy son still fighting until the bitter end.

And this really felt like the bitter end.

The tentacles finally slunk back out of his body, curling away easy like they hadn’t taken his whole life with them. Billy felt himself drop to his knees, the tiles of the mall floor completely unforgiving, and then his body went limp.

There was a moment he was aware of more blood coming out in rushes, of little hands on his chest and a little whimper of desperation above him. He gurgled out what hopefully was a sorry. But even if his words were clear enough for Max to hear the simple phrase I’m sorry would never be enough for all the shit he caused. Never enough for the bruises or the tears he caused when he should have been doing every single damn thing in his power to keep those feelings from his sister.

Sorry didn’t begin to cover it. But it was all he had time to breath out before his eyes closed.

Then they opened, and he was standing feet away from his own body, watching silently as Max watched him.

The other people slowly walking towards them were coming into focus like actors on a stage. All the little kids Max was friends with, Nancy wheeler and her creepy boyfriend Jonathan Byers. A blond he didn’t recognize. Then even Steve Harrington looking tired in a ridiculous navy blue sailor uniform. They all circled his body as it laid not on the floor of the mall anymore but rather a small pool of water in a pitch black room.

Billy had seen this room before, with the girl who saved him, she was able to walk around in this room while it took Billy all the effort he had just to flex his hand on hers.

Breathing in his chest wasn’t painful but it sure hurt a lot.

“I have to say, really not looking good,” a sharp voice caught Billy completely off guard. He spun short on his boots and squared up for a fight almost on instinct. But then when he saw who spoke he lost all his willpower for a fight.

“Harrington?” He whispered, afraid to hear his own voice.

Steve was standing feet in front of him. And also standing right next to him. Right there, a muddy ‘members only’ jacket and fluffy brown hair pushed up into place. The sharp voice again laughed, holding his hands out to look at his body like he hadn’t seen it. “Oh no,” he assured, “not Steve. I’m just the last physical form you thought about before...,”

Billy was even more confused than the time he crashed his car into the bushes outside the steel mill. He was looking right at Steve trying in vain to comfort his gaggle of children, and if Billy turned his head he was also looking at Steve but this one different.

He looked like he had that night in November right before he pushed him to the ground outside the Byers house. The last thing he thought about would be accurate. Billy is always replaying that night in his mind so it’s no surprise some demon was able to seal it from him. He wouldn’t let this one get as far as the last. Billy was already ready to fight and-.

“Don’t jump to all that now,” the other Steve spoke like he could hear Billy thinking. ”I’m not here to fight you, just talk a little.”

“Talk?” Billy sneered his words.

“Yeah, about coming. And going.” The Steve’s hand lifted and pointed into the ink of the void to where a needle small light called to them.

Billy looked at the light and instantly knew it was for him. He ran out of time. A sacrifice is the only good thing he could have credited to his name. And even that was sloppy in the end. Only after he had done so much bad in the world.

“You didn’t do anything except be human. But that’s not a crime.” The Steve spoke again just like he was replying to Billy’s stormy thoughts. “Last time I checked with you humans at least,” the Steve laughed and Billy was suddenly shook very real at the idea he was having this conversation at all.

“I don’t understand. How do you mean I didn’t do anything? That thing took me over, because I’m human?” Billy spoke slowly.

“Not a crime!” The Steve was happy. It looked really good. “Me, I’m just a figment if your imagination. Here to help, like I said. There is a lot of choices to be made.”

Billy was day dreaming again. He remembered one day he dropped Max off at the arcade and Steve and Dustin were there, pushing their shoulders together and sharing a comic book. Billy’s stomach tightened as he considered the shelves of comics Max had at home. And how she would never trust him to get anywhere close to them.

“That’s a choice.” The Steve was really annoying. Couldn’t he die without another specter trying to control him. Billy turned to jab his finger into the Steve’s chest, then faltered in his anger as he noticed the Steve had changed into another memory. His hair was messier, stuck to his forehead with sweat, and he now wore a soft heather gray shirt and green short, short Hawkins physical education shorts.

Billy couldn’t stop his tongue flicking from his lips.

The Steve looked down at the finger in his chest then back up at Billy. Surprisingly, the finger was held up by something solid and didn’t pass through like a ghost.

Then with a sudden jolt the Steve’s eyes blinked out fat tears. He pressed his hand to his cheeks in surprise. “I’ve been here too long.” He muttered. Turning stiffly, he looked over at the crowd of people, somehow coiled even tighter together, hugging each other’s sides and taking what warmth they could find. The real Steve stood almost in the middle one arm around Max and the other pushing through his unruly hair. Billy tried not to be scared as he noticed matching tear streaks down his face.

“Second chances, don’t exist. William.” The Steve was talking again, his voice a calm juxtaposition to his crying. “They are simply moments people choose to change their actions. Coming... is that moment. If you choose. Going...,” the Steve grew quiet and Billy dared to take a look at him.

“Going... is much easier.” Tears were changed to black trails of slug slime down the Steve’s face. Inky and gripped with clumps of mold. The fluid festered up from his eyes like out of a wound. Billy’s stomach swam with bile as he remembered how his own face was covered in that same substance the night he was dragged down the steel mill’s stairs.

The Steve’s outfit had also changed, further down the rabbit hole of memories into a tailored black jacket and expensive sunglasses hooked to the front of his black shirt. The same shit costume as the Halloween party Billy felt the first candy-coated loathing grow inside of him for one Steve Harrington.

“Tell me, William, do you want to die?”

Everything flashed by Billy’s mind like thunder in a storm. His fathers voice demanding why he was born at all. His mothers whispered voice saying she’ll run away anywhere but here, but her new life didn’t have room for him. Max’s voice screaming I hate you I hate you I hate you-

Everyone who told him he wasn’t worth anything chanting at the same time. This mockery of Steve Harrington’s eyes were bubbling black with monsters slime.

“No,” Billy took a step forward, tilting his head and balling his hands at his side.

That same snarl split his face, the same fighting spirit that was forced into him and now stood as the only thing he had in the world. He hunched his shoulders to flex them, feeling better as the Steve’s breath hitched. “I ain’t ready to quit this shit.”

The Steve laughed again. His voice the same melodious giggle Billy remembered.

“That’s a good boy, see you later then.”

Billy tried to speak again but didn’t have time before he was being pushed backwards, his back hit the water with no sound.

Then his eyes opened. He was in the middle of a crowd of people. Laying on his back, blackened blood still swimming from his wounds and mouth, but the pain was only slight.

“Maxine,” he felt his lungs stretch from the effort but he had to get her eyes on him. Max did look up, Steve’s arm tightened over her shoulders, the girl who saved Billy’s life stilled her hands in Max’s long red hair, because Max did look up and she saw Billy looking back.

“Shitbird... can’t get rid of me that easy.”

The room erupted into noise as U.S. military spilled into the mall. Their boots stomping heavy as their guns and voices clicked orders.

Billy’s body was heaved off the ground onto a stretcher. Wherever he was going, he was going to choose to fight for his life.

#steve to billy: you meet god bitch lets get you some self care #harringrove #billy hargrove #harringrove fic #my fic

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mrsrcbinscn · 4 years

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Franny Sor Framagucci Robinson Character Sheet

Dear Mom and Dad, I'll send money, I'm so rich that it ain't funny It oughtta be more than enough to get you through - (x)

Archetype — The Creator

Birthday — January 17, 1980

Zodiac Sign — Capricorn

MBTI — ENFJ-A (The Protagonist — 93% Extroverted, 56% Intuitive, 60% Feeling, 60% Judging, 83% Assertive)

Enneagram — Type 3w2 — The Charmer

Temperament — Sanguine

Hogwarts House — Slytherin Primary, Hufflepuff Primary model, Gryffindor Secondary

Moral Alignment — Lawful Good

Primary Vice — Pride

Primary Virtue — Charity or Diligence

Element — Air

Song — A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

Overview:

Government name — Darareaksmey Francine Sor Framagucci Robinson Name — Franny Robinson/Franny Sor Robinson Mother — Sophea “Sophie” Sor

Father — Adrien Framagucci (stepfather, legally adopted her), Peter Boyd (biological father)

Mother’s Occupation — Restaurant owner

Father’s Occupation — Construction worker

Family Finances — grew up in poverty, insanely wealthy now

Birth Order — Youngest

Brothers — stepbrothers Gaston and Art Framagucci (mother legally adopted them, if you say ‘step’ Franny will kill you), claims no others but has biological half brothers from Peter Boyd; John-Curtis “JC” Boyd, Timothy “Timmy” Boyd

Sisters — claims none, but has biological half sisters by Peter Boyd; Sarah Boyd, Stacy Boyd, Shyann Boyd

Other Close Family — spreadsheet

Best Friend — Daniel Maitland, Molly Vaughn (deceased)

Other Friends — Lora Lopez, Serghei Anton, Delia Weiss, Vanessa Pham, others

Enemies — most men on principle

Home Life During Childhood — It was a good childhood. Working the restaurant was normal to Franny so she didn’t realize it was abnormal at first. Her parents tried not to let the kids realize how poor they actually were.

Town or City Name(s) — Payne Lake, Georgia

Any Sports or Clubs — In high school she was in drama, show choir, orchestra, National Honor Society, and on the quiz bowl team

Favorite Toy or Game — Franny honestly loved hide and seek well into her teenage years because she was small enough to fit it the weirdest places to hide, and in the 80s and 90s in a small town in Georgia there wasn’t much to do so her friend group played Extreme Hide and Seek. Everyone wears all black like some kind of cult. Turn off all the lights in the house. Go crazy.

Schooling — K-12 in Payne Lake, Georgia ; B.A.s. in Musical Theatre Performance and Jazz Studies at NYU; M.A. in Jazz Studies at Pride U

Favorite Subject — Anything that wasn’t math or chemistry

Popular or Loner — Popular, has always been magnetic

Important Experiences or Events — Her first time on stage, getting enough scholarship money to justify going to NYU, quickly growing to love the nerd she hit up to buy her waffles and never letting him go, the accident that changed her life, marrying Cornelius Robinson, finding the magic singing frogs, adopting Wilbur, discovering the severity of her fertility issues in 2008,

Nationality — American-Cambodian (born American, given Cambodian citizenship in 2019)

Culture — Franny identifies most strongly with Cambodian, followed by broadly Southeast Asian sometimes with Buddhist attached, and that’s tied with ‘Rural Southern (USA)’ sometimes with POC attached. Franny feels pretty detached from “American Culture” in general. She more closely would identify with Southern USA culture in general than with general American with no modifiers. She also feels a little detached from Asian American culture in general because even though she grew up right outside of Atlanta and is familiar with Atlanta, she didn’t grow up in one of the big hubs of Asian American culture like LA, San Francisco, or NYC. White American and Black American culture surrounded her, and the Asian cultures surrounding her were immigrant or first-gen cultures that hadn’t really developed an American flavor yet. Franny understood more about Vietnamese and Thai culture than she did about general Asian American culture for a long time, because immigrants straight from Southeast Asia were the only Asians she grew up around. And she grew up in the 80s and 90s where Asian representation was yellowface and Long Duk Dong. She didn’t meet any Asian Americans who didn’t speak or at least understand their heritage language until college. And the experience of POC as a whole in the South is very different to the experience of a white person, so sometimes Franny feel disconnected from her white southern neighbors and more closely relates to black or non-white Latinx southerners in ways she doesn’t relate to white southerners, or Asian Americans from LA or NYC.

Religion and beliefs — Buddhist

Languages spoken— Khmer, English, Vietnamese, French, Italian, (less fluently) Portuguese, Spanish, (can understand some) Thai, Lao, (impressive tourist) German, Dutch

Physical Appearance

Face Claim — Elodie Yung

Complexion — Tanned skin, pale brown

Hair Colour — Black

Eye Colour — Brown

Height — 5’5

Tattoos — Yes, a few. Wilbur’s adoption date over her heart, most notably

Piercings — Lobe, upper lobe, tragus, helix, and cartilage on both ears, and an anti-tragus on her left ear. And a nose piercing she got in college

Common Hairstyle — typically keeps her hair long and done nicely but she cuts it and donates it from time to time so will also rock short hair

Clothing Style — vintage-inspired but not proper vintage

Mannerisms — Biting the pads of her thumbs, gesturing wildly, narrating her actions sometimes in song, if she’s looking for scissors she walks through the house making a scissors motion with her fingers

Usual Expression — she’s got resting bitch face

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — No, her immune system is the real MVP and when she does get sick she’s like ‘I’m dYING’

Physical Ailments — Infertility

Neurological Conditions — Depression, Cyclothymia (rapid cycles of depressive and hypomanic episodes)

Allergies — none

Grooming Habits — Typically rinses her body daily, uses soap on the armpits daily, but proper washes her body every other day. Washes her hair every two or three days as needed, but if she was extra sweaty that day it gets washed. Waxes leg hair and eyebrows.

Sleeping Habits — she generally gets a decent amount of sleep but it isn’t usually all at once. She’s a champion power-napper, and if she has three days cleared she’ll often sleep mainly all at once except have like a 2-3 hour period of wakefulness and productivity and then go back to sleep for two more hours, then take an hour nap later in the day.

Eating Habits — She’s a grazer. She doesn’t usually sit down and eat three times a day she’ll sneak like five small meals a day

Exercise Habits — works out at least three days a week somewhat because she’s really sensitive to when people comment on her body so she’s afraid to give people a reason to say a negative comment. Like. She’s body positive, big supporter of you don’t gotta be skinny to be beautiful or healthy. But when people say things like “oh Franny you got a little jiggle in those thighs” it’s never said like a good or neutral thing. She had a lot of body image issues throughout high school and college, and came dangerously close to developing an eating disorder freshman year at NYU but kind of logicked herself from the ledge

Emotional Stability — generally emotionally stable, like for someone with her mental illnesses she does great

Body Temperature — runs hot

Sociability — A social butterfly

Addictions — None; did abuse adderall in college but when she quit cold turkey she didn’t like. Suffer cravings. She wasn’t addicted, but she did abuse it to the point she realized “oh I need to...stop”

Drug Use — occasional use of drugs to make her trip, like acid, shrooms, but this is very rare, she doesn’t do it at home, usually if she’s on the road with other musicians or has gone to LA or NYC or London for a few days to have a songwriting session, the group will sometimes partake. Even then not every time. Used to experiment with drugs more in college, but still it was never...a TON.

Alcohol Use — More than occasional less than frequent

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — swearing, next to no filter, temper when it comes to perceived injustices, tends to overload herself

Good Habits — Keeps a detailed planner, is a maniac about drinking lots of water, is vocal about her needs and boundaries

Best Characteristic — her warmth! She really is friendly and easy to get along with and wants to be nice. But she will not be walked over and will not allow her kind, marshmallow husband to be walked over so she will flip a switch to protect herself or her boys.

Worst Characteristic — unforgiving

Worst Memory — it’s a tie between her experience with sexual assault, and the time her biological father’s wife found out Franny was his biological child, and came into her mother’s restaurant when she was visiting with her pretty new HUSBAND, and Nancy Boyd proceeded to beat up Franny and her mother

Best Memory — Adopting Wilbur! It WAS marrying Cornelius but sorry Neil it’s her baby boy now

Proud of — Her husband, she is so proud to be Cornelius Robinson’s wife. She proud to be her mother’s daughter. And she’s proud of her accomplishments in music and philanthropy

Embarrassed by — Nothing, she’s great

Driving Style — Oh, aggressive. She’s an offensive driver. Cusses.

Strong Points — she doesn’t quit, she’s the walk through hell and keep going type of person

Temperament — generally she’s pretty even-tempered. It’s easy to set her off in an instant though if you’re being racist, sexist - any type of shitty person tbh, or being shitty toward her husband or son, but for the most part she’s pretty chill. She deff has crazy bitch energy just under the surface though and you can tell

Attitude — Franny’s not particularly bitchy, but you know, she can be

Weakness — can’t do basic math, very overly self-critical, perfectionist

Fears — Something happening to Wilbur tbh. That’s her greatest fear, losing her son.

Phobias — Franny does not throw up. She refuses. She will literally feel nauseous and horrible all day to avoid puking. It makes her so anxious, she will nOT.

Secrets — None really? Like she doesn’t blab her life story to everyone but Cornelius knows everything about her. She has no secrets from her husband.

Regrets — Not adopting more children when she and Cornelius got married knowing they both wanted a big family; ever meeting up with her biological father

Feels Vulnerable When — She cries in front of people. Franny hates doing it. She’d rather die tbh

Pet Peeves — when people are rude to wait staff

Conflicts — She sometimes feels a surge of resentment for her husband during her depressive episodes because she kind of feels like she’s pulled most of the weight in their marriage from Day 1 as far as running the home, and feels like although he purported to also want a big family he never even offered to take HIS turn pulling back from work so they could adopt a second child when it became clear it wasn’t gonna happen for them biologically, but then Franny hates herself for that because Cornelius is the kindest, most loving, most wonderful husband and father and she feels so privileged to call herself his wife and...yeah they just need to have a long talk about it tbh

Motivation — to be the best at everything she does; to force space for herself where she and people like her have previously been excluded, to be so great that you can’t ignore her

Short Term Goals and Hopes — have a baby, but she’s 40 now and knows its not gonna happen

Long Term Goals and Hopes —she’s...kinda done everything she ever set out to do other than have lots of children

Sexuality — Bisexual, leans toward women, but had more experience with men because compulsory heterosexuality in the US in the 90s and early 2000s, and genuinely fell in love with a man are has been with just him for twenty years now

Exercise Routine — Doesn’t spend much time on cardio because she gets enough cardio walking around town and Pride U. Mainly works on her core, legs, and strength training so if a man tries to grab her she can kick his ass

Day or Night Person — Would be nocturnal if she could be

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist — She’s naturally pretty cynical but she’s worked for like twenty-five years to have a more optimistic outlook on things. It’s 50/50 now I’d say

Likes and Styles:

Music — there isn’t really a genre she doesn’t like - like her initial fame was in jazz, but she has an equal affection for jazz and bluegrass/classic country/folk music. She also is in an indie band, Seoul Hanoi’d. And like rap music - usually old school Atlanta rap, but she likes Kendrick Lamar and some other current rappers.

Books — She likes to read or listen to audiobooks about pretty much any subject except music and musicians.

Foods — Cambodian food!!

Drinks — She likes sweet tea, aaaand her alcohol of choice is Anything

Animals — Possums :3 She wants a pet possum so bad, she follows pet possums on instagram and cries at their cute posts

Sports — She played tennis in high school, that’s the extent of her sports knowledge

Social Issues — all of them. Climate change, racial justice, intersectional feminism, VACCINATE ALL THE CHILDREN UNLESS THEY MEDICALLY CANNOT BE, de-mining, Green New Deal, punch Nazis, hey maybe don’t put children in cages, Myanmar can you please not do that genocide you’re doing that would be swell, poor people deserve access to healthcare and education, housing-first approach to homelessness, the good stuff

Favorite Saying — “Hoes mad”, usually said dismissively when she receives a death threat after a political tweet, or after a racist one for just being an Asian woman in the public eye

Clothing — Franny prefers skirts, dresses, and jumpsuits/rompers to shirt + trousers

Jewelry — She never takes off her wedding ring. She’s married af

TV Shows — Schitt’s Creek, Kim’s Convenience, a lot of Canadian TV she really thinks is funny

Movies — She’s a big nerd that loves a good documentary or otherwise educational movie

Greatest Want — More children, including one biological child because her mother always talked about pregnancy and childbirth like it was the most humbling and empowering experience she’d ever had, and Franny wants that. But she’s 40 and knows she won’t have that.

Greatest Need — a baby lmao

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — In a big-ass house in the wealthiest part of town, maybe even the biggest house

Household furnishings — Not overdecorated. A lot of people live there, but Franny’s very much the lady of the house, and even more so than her husband is the head of the household. She’s not a dictator, like her mother-in-law and other relatives have added their touches to the home decor, but it is very much Franny’s Home with notes of the others. She’s very particular about her kitchen, but is very flexible with the rest of the common spaces.

Most Cherished Possession — Family photographs of her mother and her family before the Khmer Rouge. Franny bears a striking resemblance to her Aunt Kesor, who was the older sister her mother had idolized, but who died during the Khmer Rouge years. Franny only knows of the resemblance from photographs.

Neighborhood — The rich people part of town

Town or City Name — Swynlake, England

Details of Town or City — lol

Married Before — Cornelius is her first and only husband and unless he cheats on her she’s never ever leaving that man

Significant Other Before — nobody important

Children — Wilbur Robinson, wants/wanted more

Relationship with Family — Close! Both to her in-laws, biological maternal family, and stepfamily

Car — 2020 Nissan Qashqai

Career — Singer, song-writer, musician, composer, musical actress, actress, university music professor

Dream Career — Musical actress

Dream Life — Married to Cornelius, with lots of kids, living her best life

Love Life — Happily married to the love of her life, her sunshine, the jelly to her fish, Cornelius Robinson

Talents or Skills — music, cooking, acting

Intelligence Level — High? Like she can’t do basic math but everything else. She’s a musical genius, is good with languages, and is pretty perceptive

Finances — Loaded

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — restaurant worker, event staff

Past Lovers — nobody worth mentioning

Biggest Mistakes — “I don’t make mistakes”

Biggest Achievements — Grammys, induction into the Songwriters Hall of Fame, being the first Cambodian person to win a Grammy, International Bluegrass Music Association awards, ASCAP awards, and being awarded the national medal of the arts by Barack Obama in 2015

#&&...hc #meet the robinsons

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wishbonesdirt · 5 years

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Oh what can I say?

I have never met anyone who has my luck. Point blank. Period.

You might think I'm exaggerating, but I'm afraid not. When I say luck, I'm not talking about "You should play the lottery!" or "You shoulda gotten struck by lightning first." luck. I'm talking down right, "Bullshit! There ain't no way you're that unlucky! " luck.

From the most g-rated I forgot it it was today to holy shit x-rated damnit, why did it have to be today.... from the most odd out of the blue happening/event to the yup...this is a planned set up.

Every aspect of my life has somewhat had a bad luck situation tied to it. Am I just being a negative Nancy? I dont know maybe. Maybe I'm a pessimist. OR maybe I am just accepting of the fact that I have the worst luck ever known to man. You know the story of my mail lady. Thank the Lord she either got fired or got a new route. No that couldn't have been enough. I swear on all things holy that the United States Post Office knows what's in everyone's packages. Or atleast mine and wants to rip small holes in the corners of them just to take a peek. Do any of my packages for my laser engraving come in or arrive jacked up.... NO...they sure don't. Reason being:

I just can't have good luck.

I can't have a normal like for normal things

Why should I have to worry about my own damn package arriving with whatever item i want to add to my no-no collection being strewn out around the back of a postal jeep just waiting for the next mailperson to give me a dirty look.

I guess I just need to take whatever that only vice I have is and bury it deep down inside and not worry about it

Hell, I'd get less looks of judgment I guess.

But alas, this gets me to my next point. I realized that I should just get rid of crap and if I were going to have decent anything I might as well have nice things that are proper. So, there I go....throwing away all of the Adam and Eve specials that old lady Judy judged me for when she handled me that dilapidated cardboard box with that giant genitalia hanging out of it. (Damn you free present with purchase of $17 or more, plus free shipping.) Look I didnt ask for that nor any of the other stuff yall tried pushing to me. ANYWAY....so, I found a really good store that specializes in the finer items to add to my repertoire. Order and everything is just fine and dandy. Shopping, checkout, and shipping was smooth as silk...until last week when the ONE box was set to arrive. Notice how I said one? Well, here it goes again.... The box that arrived looked fantastic. Clean, crisp, and with a bright white label. I took it from the NEW mailwomans hands and gladly trot back to my woodworking office. I get all excited to see what I threw away other items for and what to add to my collection. WTF? There was only 2 items. Two. Dos for my spanish speaking amigos. Yeah. There were 5 that were on the same tracking number. Oh but wait...what is this?! A lovely fucking 4"x6" piece of paper explaining that the original box was damaged in transit and the other items from the packing list were not to be found. So, now I had to contact a customer care rep and tell this dude that all of these damn items were gone! Fun convo I tell you. Low and behold for the trouble they included a free toy with it. I was quick to tell him that anytime anything free is involved it does not pan out.

The only luck I had in this story was that the second box did arrive free of charge and just 2 days later.

I have no idea what to do now. I mean, at this point, going to a store might be my best option. Plus it might spare me the whole free item curse, except I can just get a few stares from the person working at the store.

So, now that I am back from the mountain trip, I have to finish all of my wood working. Ut while I do that I can sort/filter/and daydream about that never existing chance to use said purchases. Once again, my luck...

And public service announcement:

You posting a snap where I can clearly tell you're in a bathing suit does not help at alllllll.......

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iliketowrite1996 · 6 years

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His Nightmare (or his Queen) part 3/3

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Heartache, manipulation, infidelity, revenge, sexual themes implied but never ever graphic.

Erik Stevens knows when he has met his match. It has only happened three times in his life, and he remembers each one of them clear as day.

The first time was when he pushed Maria Morales off of the swings in the third grade. She got up, dusted off her skirt, threw her pigtail braids over her shoulder and proceeded to hit Erik and kick dirt at him until he apologized. She gave him a nod then went right back to swinging until recess was older.

The second time was when he decided he was going to run his high school’s science classes. He was always the top student in his classes until Nancy Wilson came along. He remembers he actually had to out in effort to beat her out for the top of the class. He ended up being valedictorian and she salutatorian, but only by a small amount.

And then, there was the day he realized that you can treat him just like he’s treated every girl before and including you.

You can be a player. And, even though it hurts to admit, you do it better than him.

He’d seen the picture that one of his friend sent him of you and that Steve Rogers guy on a date. He’s felt that chill that ran down his spine as he realizes, crap, he’s actually losing you. He’s tasted the bitterness of karma, the revenge of what he’s done to every girl before you. He’s smelled the foulness of his mistakes, the error of his ways that he’s not completely sure are behind him.

His senses are all coming alive right now, just like they did the first time that he met you. Instead, this time, they aren’t screaming at him to talk to you. They’re placing three words on repeat: ’You messed up. You messed Up. You. Messed. Up.’’

Deep down inside, Erik knows it. It took him a week to accept it, and another week to decide to do something about it.

So he organizes a dinner, right? It’s at that fancy restaurant all the way across town. You’re wearing that black dress he loves so much, the little black dress that has his eyes tracing every inch of you in it. He opens the door and makes sure you’re all set at thee table before even taking his own seat and placing his napkin in his lap.

‘’So how have you been?’’

‘’Tired,’’ you answer the man who’s become more of a roommate than a boyfriend, with how infrequently you’ve been seeing him , ‘’Busy. Steve and I had a pretty tiring date.’’

This is a tactic that he has used on women time and time again- alluding to what he’s talking about, but making it very clear with a smirk on his face.

You’re doing that to him now.

He’s never realized how much he’s hurt those women before, but now he has and he really feels awful.

‘’I see,’’ he clears his throat, ‘’I’ve pretty, uh… busy myself.’’

He hasn’t. But you don't need to know that. See, Erik is no stranger to this game. H e knows how it is played. So the fact that you’re using this game on him?

It hurts.

Deeply.

He’s not sure why he liked to hurt girls so many times I the past. He’s not sure why he got that thrill, that rush of adrenaline when he saw her heartbreaking. He liked knowing that her lip would quiver like he hadn’t just pressed his lips to hers. Erik really liked seeing eyes that had only moments before been looking at him with adoration fill with tears.

He liked knowing that he could hold a girl’s heart in his ands and break it without so much of a second thought. It made him feel powerful. He’d never fall, never give in to the idea of wearing his own heart on his sleeve, of being so vulnerable that someone could break his heart.

Until now.

Now he sees he’s actually going to lose you.

And it shocks him.

Shakes him.

Terrifies him to no end.

He realizes that he has always had the same all pattern with you. One memory in particular stands out in his mind:

He cheats and you’re hurt and you’re crying and you’re demanding respect. So he promises you that he’ll change. Takes your hand in his and falls to his knees and begs you to let him make this right.

Rises to his feet and presses a kiss to your lips with a promise that he’s committed to you and only you.

Until a short skirt and a sly grin catches attention.

And he’s falling…

Falling…

Falling.

Into his old ways.

Into his old patterns.

And in to a bed with a woman he’s never been with before.

Which is why he comes home to find you packing your bags.

Listens to you say how Steve is letting you stay with him for a while and he breaks down.

Begs you to give this one more try.

Cries as tears of anger and frustration fall down your own cheeks.

‘’Boy, you better get your story straight. I’m not waiting all night for you to decide which lie to tell me now, Erik,’’ you spit, hoping that the venom in your words seeps through his bones and shakes him to the core.

‘’Baby, it was one time and it didn’t mean anything.’’

And there he goes again: making it worse by lying to you.

‘’Of course it didn’t,’’ you laugh humorlessly, bitterly, ‘’It never means anything. Does it, Erik.’’

‘’Babe, -‘’

‘’No. Keep that waiver out of your voice. See, Erik, you don’t get to feel bad. I new you were going to do this again yet I decided to actually give you another chance. I’m done, Erik. I don’t know who you think you’re making a fool of, but it wont’ be me. Not anymore. I ain’t playing games with you anymore.’’

Rises to his feet and presses a kiss to your lips . Because, in his mind, his kisses are magical, almost. They can solve any problem or fix any mistake because you’ll forgive him, right?

You think about that now as he lays next to you, chest rising and falling as he sleeps. You relive that night a thousand times, the night where you’d told him you loved him and he halfheartedly returned it..

And it’s not that you don’t love Erik. You do. You’d go so far as to say that you are actually in love with this man, despite the numerous times he’s wounded your heart in the past.

But Erik Udaku assumes that your kisses are free, when they really come with a price that he’s never wanted to pay: commitment.

From the texts that keep coming in about how some girl named Amy can’t wait to see him tomorrow, you realize that his words are pretty but he’s only afraid of losing you because he wants to be the one that gets the last word.

Deep down inside, Erik knows that, too.

He just assumes that the pattern will continue, and you’ll forgive him and he can be faithful for six months before hooking up with the latest girl.

Little does he know you can have him sleeping in that bed alone more often than he’d like. He knows now that he won’t be making a fool of you.

He’s awaken an animal within you. One that is bloodthirsty for revenge, that seeks to salvage the remains of the heart that Erik so carelessly shredded in the teeth known as his infidelity. One that seeks to make Erik pay for every heart he’s ever broken.

You could’ve been his queen.

Erik made his choice, though, and he’s got to live with it.

And it’s not that you don’t love Erik. You do. You’d go so far as to say that you are actually in love with this man, despite the numerous times he’s wounded your heart in the past.

But Erik Udaku assumes that your kisses are free, when they really come with a price that he’s never wanted to pay: commitment.

Little does he know you can have him sleeping in that bed alone more often than he’d like. He kn0ws now that he won’t be making a fool of you.

So you press a kiss to his lips and he gladly returns it. He moves you to the bed. This is his attempt to solve a problem of his own creation. Because a night in bed can fix all of his problems.

You’re not sure how to forgive him for this mistake . You aren’t sure if you ever will. He chose his path, he’s living his dream. The texts and missed calls that occur even long after he’s fallen asleep cause you to cry, even though you know this is who Erik is. That he doesn't know what he wants and so, he takes it out on you.

He knows this.

You know he knows this.

Yet, it’s still a shock to him when he finds you gone in the morning, finds all of your belongings taken away. Sees the empty room as his heart races. His mind scrambles to ut the pieces together, and he realizes one thing :he’s not losing you.

He’s lost you.

You did the same thing that he’s done to so many girls before- promised that you’d work things out and then deserted him in the middle of the night.

He’s met this side of you that he hoped he’d never meet, and the taste of regret stings the back of his throat. He knows you won’t forgive him for his mistake, that he’d better not even try to turn this around and act like it’s on you.

He made his choice.

And you made hers.

Erik thought that falling in love at all would be his worst nightmare. No, he was oh so wrong. This is his worst nightmare- finding the love of his life and actually losing her.

Erik will feel that way the night after falling in bed with you, as soon as T’Challa drops you off,

He’ll expect to wake up to your smiling face. Instead he will come face to face with reality. And he’ll have to hope that you’ll even entertain the thought of taking him back. Because Erik Udaku has messed up and he’s already lost you so why not fight to get you back?

You love him.

You will take him back.

You have to take him back.

Don’t you?

EPILOGUE COMING SOON!

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marshmallowatheart · 6 years

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To All The Boys I've Loved Before (Part 15)

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14)

Dear Seventeen Magazine,

What are the top ten tips for dealing with your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend?

Dear Seventeen Magazine,

How do you deal with your fake boyfriend's ex-girlfriend who incidentally used to be your best friend when you were kids and now hates your guts?

She wishes she'd asked for another assignment - anything that didn't have her working with Lilly Kane. But she knows she couldn't because that would mean admitting she's uncomfortable or afraid or threatened - all adjectives she can't afford to be associated with how she feels about Lilly Kane because then Lilly would win.

So she's going to deal with an awkward evening with Lilly Kane as they attend the Battle of the Bands qualifiers.

It's a relevantly easy assignment; she's gotta take some pictures and Lilly's gotta ask the band a couple questions, it's basically a promotional piece for their school band but it'll be easy as long as Lilly lets it be easy.

If Neptune High's Tritons get through - which is highly likely - they'll need to come in next week for a follow-up interview and photo shoot.

The third and final week is when the last two bands battle it out for the prize - Veronica's not sure if they'll make it that far but if they do she and Lilly will have to be spending the evening together again.

She wishes Wallace could have accompanied her but he's got a date with Georgia - the girl he's been crushing on for far too long before he'd did anything about it - and Logan's out of the question.

It's scary how limited her friend list is - she thinks of Duncan for a second but he's further out of the question than Logan.

She wishes Meg were still here.

She swallows, glances over herself in the mirror and sucks it up because she's a girl on a mission and dealing with Lilly Kane isn't worse than getting a bad grade.

Because above all else, Veronica Mars is a girl that needs to maintain a 4.0 GPA that's going to get her into Stanford.

--vm--

Veronica's surprised at the turn out, the place is crowded but she easily spots Lilly - centre of attention as always even if she's supposed to be behind the scenes.

Veronica pushes her way through to get to Lilly because even though she doesn't want to make her presence known, she knows that it's inevitable.

"Oooh!" Lilly giggles, wide smiles and mischievous green eyes. "Look who's shown up guys," she wiggles her brows all playful like she's welcoming Veronica into this sisterhood where they let loose and have fun with each other. "Veronica Mars!"

Veronica doesn't know what to make of it, she's suspicious because it's Lilly Kane and she's Veronica Mars (It meant something great at twelve years old and it means the complete opposite at seventeen).

She shouldn't be surprised that Lilly's got a drink in her hand, it's the way of high society.

"Lilly," Veronica says, curtly and unimpressed. "I'm gonna take some pictures of the band before they go on, could you get some quotes?"

"Gosh, Veronica Mars, can you ever just like have fun? Why do you gotta be all business all the time? You know you're never gonna keep Logan with all your Plain Ole Jane virtues."

Veronica bites down on her teeth, begging herself to not snark, to not give Lilly any more ammunition. "Thanks for the advice, Lil," she smiles tightly. "Make sure to get those quotes okay? Before and after, thanks."

She doesn't let Lilly say another word, she's spun on her heal and headed away. Maybe she can work without Lilly. She can ask questions and take pictures and this won't be a complete mess.

--vm--

Neptune High's Tritons naturally qualify to the next round and Veronica's surprised that Lilly actually does her part in the interviewing process even if she flirts her way through it.

She gathers up her gear when she hears Lilly's frustrated huffs. "What the hell are you doing in LA? How am I supposed to get home?"

Veronica's not sure who she's talking to Duncan, her boyfriend or some other guy. But she's sure that no matter what their differences Duncan wouldn't abandon her of he knew she needed a ride and she also knew Lilly would rather be stranded than admit she needed Duncan's help.

"Mother dearest has the driver with her and I don't know where Duncan is," she says through a clenched jaw, her face red and frustrated. "Whatever, dad, I'll find my own way home."

Lilly shuts her phone off, cursing at it - at him - her father - and it takes Veronica by surprise because Lilly has always been daddy's little girl even when she was at war with her mother.

Veronica swallows and offers, "If you need a ride home, I can drop you off, Lilly."

She wants to kick herself for asking but here she is with Lilly Kane - the very rarely damsel in distress - and she's Veronica Mars a sucker for helping people even if they don't particularly deserve it.

"I don't need any favours from you, Veronica Mars."

Veronica wants to let it go, she tried and Lilly is still being an entitled little brat. But she doesn't let it go, "Then don't consider it a favour. Consider it a professional courtesy."

Lilly rolls her eyes, sucking away any frustrated tears threatening to fall and mutters, "Fine."

--vm--

"Wow, Veronica, it must have been a huge cereal box," Lilly remarks, already hopping into the passenger seat.

"Do you wanna walk?" Veronica counters with an arched brow.

Lilly rolls her eyes, "Chill out, sassy Nancy." Lilly fiddles with the radio and Veronica lets her for the sole reason of not having to sit in awkward silence.

"You know when Duncan started high school he wanted to join the Tritons," Lilly says casually through the music.

Veronica snorts, "Duncan can't hold a note to save his life."

"Ain't that the truth," Lilly giggles before humming along to a song on the radio.

The relationship between Lilly and Duncan was hostile at best. Duncan was the golden boy, momma's favourite and daddy's successor. While Lilly was the troubled child, the rebel without a cause.

She remembers at the tender age of thirteen, a fed up Lilly Kane declaring war on her mother, "If I can't please 'em, I'm gonna piss 'em off."

Duncan was the opposite but maybe that's what positive reinforcement did. There was a time when he'd tried to get along with Lilly but she saw him as everything she wasn't and repelled anything he offered to her including his support. He gave it to her anyway.

The Kane siblings were different than the Mars' siblings but Veronica thinks that they love each other the same as all siblings do.

"Hey, Veronica?" Lilly says, just before she shuts the car door closed. "How about next week you invite Logan along? We can double date. I mean Logan and I are friends, we can be friends too."

She wants to say that she doesn't think Logan will appreciate spending the night with the guy Lilly's left him for but that would imply that he cares and even though he does - they don't want Lilly to know that.

Veronica smiles tightly. "I'll think about it."

Lilly smiles, wide and enchanting. "Thanks for the ride, Veronica Mars."

#veronica mars #lilly kane #vm fic #vm fanfic #inspired by to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys i've loved before #part 15

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forasecondtherewedwon · 6 years

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150 Favourites for 1000 Followers

As promised, to celebrate 1000 followers, here is a list of lists of my favourite things. (Yes, that’s what I meant to say.) I thought about doing 1000 favourite things, but OH MY GOD. It was getting tedious and no one would’ve wanted to read that many, so I just went for a nice, even 150. Cool?

Some categories were my idea, others were requests, all are things I am happy to bond with you over. We’re such a large group now. Let’s not be strangers.

My 5 Favourite...

Disney villains:

Hades

Madam Mim

Scar

Gaston

Captain Hook

Serpent headcanons (requested by @cherylblossom-komwonkru):

Fangs and Sweet Pea live in the same trailer and sleep in a bunk bed

Sweet Pea and Toni were each other’s first kiss

Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea were watchfully accompanied on their scrappy childhood adventures by Hot Dog (think Nana with the Darlings)

F.P. is afraid of needles and had to be held down to get his tattoo

Tall Boy is somehow two Serpent children in a trench coat (don’t ask me for logistics)

Smells:

vinegar

garlic

peaches

hot chocolate

Scotch mints

Fanfics I’ve written:

Sweetwater Boundary: A Riverdale Western

Home Fires Burning

Finally, Finally (The Hunger Games)

It Ain’t Over Easy

Every Minute (Varchie)

‘70s films:

Jaws

Rocky

Alien

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

Riverdale ships (requested by an anon):

Bughead

Archie/Valerie (Valchie? Archerie?)

Rosie (Josie/Reggie)

Choni

Fred/Mary

Cheeses:

Jarlsberg

Havarti

provolone

smoked Gouda

aged cheddar

Riverdale episodes and why (requested by an anon):

1.01 - just a great setup, eerie and atmospheric

1.04 - who doesn’t love a night at the drive-in? Plus the reveal of Jughead’s dad, and Kevin and Joaquin’s kiss

2.02 - retro night at Pop’s was such a fun idea and great nod to the nostalgia the show frequently flirts with. Also my favourite Pussycats performance

2.16 - the Jughead vs. Archie showdown that had SO MUCH POTENTIAL before they decided to resolve it in about five seconds, and Fred’s decision to run for mayor

2.21 - I loved the apocalyptic tone this episode committed to. Utter madness and a total-town riot

20th Century novels:

Rebecca

Islands in the Stream

The Outsiders

The Hours

The Things They Carried

Acts/things/etc. (lol) in smut fics (requested by @theheavycrown)

games

a character becoming clumsy because another character is giving them The Look™

well-described kissing (I like the simple things, ok?)

morning sex

accurate vocalization

Personal holiday traditions:

watching White Christmas every Christmas Eve

carving pop culture jack-o’-lanterns every Halloween (last year, I did Steve Harrington with his bat o’ nails)

childhood Easter egg hunts in my uncle’s yard

Canada Day fireworks at the park during my teen years

everyone being together for Thanksgiving

Quotations between Riverdale couples (requested by an anon):

not an official couple at the time but... Alice [to F.P.]: “Is it true what they say about men who’ve just been released from prison, F.P.? That they’re incredibly sexually frustrated?”

Toni: “I usually do the honors.” Cheryl: “Not today, Cha-Cha. I was born for this moment.”

Hal: “Alice here, she’s been redecorating the Register. The other day, she threw a brick through the window.” Alice: “Keep talking, Hal, and the next brick I throw may not be at a window.” (so maybe not the most loving exchange, but I do adore Alice Cooper)

Archie: “I just wanted to say, what if we made a mistake?” Val: “First of all, we didn’t do anything. I broke up with you because I thought you were a hot mess. Clearly, I was right.” (are you sensing a pattern here?)

Jughead: “I didn’t think you were the American Werewolf kind of girl.” Betty: “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, Jughead Jones. I’m all about the beast within.” (I based an entire story off this exchange lol)

Shakespearean plays:

Much Ado about Nothing

Richard III

King Lear

Macbeth

Henry V

‘60s songs:

“Do You Love Me” - The Contours

“I Can See for Miles” - The Who

“Wouldn’t It Be Nice” - The Beach Boys

“Paint it Black” - The Rolling Stones

“Bang Bang” - Nancy Sinatra

Fanfiction tropes (requested by @norhernserpent):

the boy/girl-next-door

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

falling for the best friend’s sibling

historical AU

Methods for organizing my bookshelves:

book height

continent (based on the story, not the author’s nationality)

year of original publication

hardcover/softcover

genre

Least favourite Riverdale couples, canon and non (requested by an anon):

Chuck and Veronica

Nick and Cheryl

Penelope and Claudius (Really, Penelope? Your child-murdering dead husband’s dastardly identical twin who resurfaces just in time to get a chunk of that Blossom fortune? Ew.)

Polly and Jason

Hiram and Hermione (good characters, terrible marriage)

Items in The Parent Trap (1998):

the luggage set Annie brings to camp

Annie’s tin (containing the torn photograph)

Hallie’s (as Annie) pale blue suit (the great material desire of my childhood)

Annie’s (as Hallie) inner tube

Elizabeth’s second wedding dress

Desserts (requested by @village-skeptic):

pumpkin cheesecake

pumpkin pie

mint chocolate chip ice cream

sticky toffee pudding

raspberry pie

Things to say “no” to:

lite mayonnaise (give me regular or give me death)

department store perfume samples

email subscriptions

having my hair straightened at the hair dresser’s

trips to furniture stores

Roles of actors who also appeared in the Hunger Games series:

Paul Child (Julie and Julia, portrayed by Stanley Tucci)

young Ellie Arroway (Contact, portrayed by Jena Malone)

Mr. Bennett (Pride and Prejudice [2005], portrayed by Donald Sutherland)

Bernard (Westworld, portrayed by Jeffrey Wright)

Laura Brown (The Hours, portrayed by Julianne Moore)

Colours (requested by an anon):

olivey-gold

Kelly green

periwinkle

burgundy

seafoam green

Board games:

Life

Ticket to Ride

Clue

Trivial Pursuit

Scattergories

Canadian novels (because I, myself, am Canadian):

Half-Blood Blues

419

Cockroach

The Book of Negros

The Englishman’s Boy

‘80s songs:

“The Way You Make Me Feel” - Michael Jackson

“Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” - The Police

“Dancing in the Dark” - Bruce Springsteen

“Crimson and Clover” - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

“Call Me” - Blondie

Over-40 celebrity crushes:

Adrien Brody

Simon Pegg

James Marsden

Oded Fehr

John Cho

Things in “My Favourite Things” from The Sound of Music (let’s get meta):

warm woollen mittens

brown paper packages tied up with string

crisp apple strudels

sleigh bells

silver-white winters that melt into springs

Fictional female friendships:

Vivian and Kit (Pretty Woman)

Bliss and Pash (Whip It)

Carmen and Tibby (The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants)

Katniss and Johanna (The Hunger Games)

Jo and Beth (Little Women... yes, they’re sisters. Still counts)

Clubs/teams I was involved in during high school:

student athletic association

service club (collecting for food drives, community involvement, etc.)

grad commitee (planning the prom, essentially)

badminton team

band (junior, senior, and even, very briefly, jazz band)

TV shows:

Stranger Things

Westworld

Dawson’s Creek

Gilmore Girls

Parks and Recreation

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