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I’m really digging Malevolent so far, here are my reactions to the first 5 episodes.

Warning: it's super long and dumb

“~And you call it madness ~ Ah but I call it love~” a bop

Off to a great start, our head’s haunted and our eyes have stopped working. Also the voice in our head started growling when we picked that book up. This is some demonic possession shit

The voice started out so soft and friendly like ‘hey buddy, I’m your friend. Just calm down’ and then it immediately gets pissed when Arthur start asking questions

“I have your eyes” disconcerting

And we murdered our partner… this is a great start to the podcast

Several shenanigans including hiding a dead body and almost killing a guy later

We learn that the thing in our head was sent to Arthur via book, it’s possessing our eyes so we’re dependent on it. There are other worlds caused by the choices each world makes and when a being or world dies it is sent to The Dark World where our creepy new friend is from. A junkyard for realities.

We also learn that it’s 1934 and that Arthur lives in Arkham ma. The same town Lovecraft wrote about….

Catchy little tune from the opening again except… the voice recognizes it and Arthur doesn’t… I’m going to remember that for later

Obligatory: someone else (wearing a white mask the voice recognizes) is after the cursed artifact that we’re in possession of and almost shoots us

Voice reveals that they don’t remember who they are before getting very angry at Arthur for basically trying to be a good detective even though he’s blind now. *Growl*

Oh and the previous tenant of our office left town in a hurry… great!

Oh creepy mask guy knows where we live… GREAT!

The last detective who worked in our office that we got our cases from had a partner who died horrifically… GREAT!!!

And I’m so happy to know that our dead partner Peter (RIP) felt like he was being watched in this creepy house when they were trying to find that dead girl

But at least the voice is nice enough to tell us it’s a sunny day, right?

Nah, he’s suspicious, why did he get so angry when Arthur mentioned not asking more questions about the dismembered dead girl. Why is this important to them?

Hidden bookshelf door!!! 10/10 podcast!!!!

That mural… a mass of black tentacles, wet mouths and writhing goats legs…I kinda want to draw it now

And if there was any doubt in my mind that this was going to be some Lovecraft shit, Arthur name drops The Miskatonic University

What are you, voice? How do you know the mural’s name?

“Arthur, I am not this creature” oh but you’re totally a completely different eldritch horror, aren’t you?

A second more secret, more evil basement

Oh… very bad things are going to happen to us

I agree with Arthur, you got a cult! What are you!

You saying “I have your eyes still” like it’s a threat doesn’t instill confidence!

This conversation with the librarian makes me realize that if this were one of the older cosmic horror short stories, Arthur would be the weird stranger someone meets that kicks off the plot. You meet this guy that walks as if he can’t see but his eyes are clearly assessing everything around him. He leaves long pauses when he talks as if he’s listening for something and once he slips up and calls himself we while asking to see a cursed book on an old god because he’s researching a cult. Our boy is a weird dude and I wouldn’t be surprised if he gets chased by monster hunters in the future.

congrats, you've upgraded to homicide

Wait. waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! "I can't feel my arm!" "No, but I can" Body Snatcher!

I have a very bad feeling about this new development and Arthur agrees but at least Voice doesn't seem to actually want our body. can't tell whether or not this is foreshadowing.

God I love the conversations that these two have about their situation and the possibility of them switching places. And who tf are you voice?

dice again? why?

out of everything, Accidental child acquisition was not something I was expecting

Are we being chased by goats right now?

That song again! and something terrible happens immediately after

I swear to god if this child is the antichrist I will eat aquarium gravel

"Where's the car?" "All over the place" "And the driver?" "All over the place as well" add vehicular manslaughter to our list of crimes

with the creepy mansion this feels like a ttrpg side quest

Arthur speaks so softly about the baby

dice sounds again? maybe this is a ttrpg. Is it a meta thing and the writers are choosing story beats with them or is it part of the story?

I think this show solved the problem of visual descriptions in podcasts.

Normally a writer has three choices for this 1: make the characters describe their surroundings and appearances of other people which can sound a bit stilted and out of place since sighted people don't do that, 2: choose not to describe anything or anyone unless you have to which feels more real but sometimes means the audience has no idea what's going on, or 3: have the audio show told in something other than first person or present tense (It's a radio show, series of letters, phone calls, there's an omnipotent narrator, ect...)

But with a blind main character and a secondary character guiding them, there's an in-universe reason to describe the scene to us. we can see just as much as Arthur can so the voice is our eyes as well. It's brilliant!

maybe that's why I feel the need to use the word we while talking about this podcast, I feel like I'm inside Arthur's head.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

one of the missing girls was an unnamed immigrant, was this polish family related to her?

This is some spooky ghost shit that I can appreciate

I feel like the choice to free or destroy will have ramifications for Arthur down the line

"I have to hope that any creature can be redeemed" Damn! careful, your insecurities are showing (luv this)

Arthur is very sweet with the baby

probably not a good idea to bring a baby on our horror road trip anyway

Aww <3 he described the baby for Arthur, this is so sweet

This is too relatable. If I accidentally asked for a ride from the wrong truck and the driver said yes I would also get in anyway just to avoid being rude.

I feel like every new episode is just a different horror movie, this one feels like a hitchhiker slasher flick

Maybe the weird gas mask guy is nice actually? Maybe I'm just being too judgemental.

nope he's going to kill us

it's like a bad joke 'Two men who hear voices are on a road trip together'

there are four known fear responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, and Fawn. Arthur is a fawner, in times of danger he will become so polite that he will follow the serial killer into the creepy basement

first dice and now a coin flip I really hope this series has a Q&A

can he... hear us? is it something about sanity that brings you closer to these monsters? Oops never mind

"We need to get the fuck out of this basement now!" really Arthur? NOW YOUR CONCERNED!

Another Missing girl!

"Arthur, tell that voice in your head that my mother was not a whore" Literal chills

Arthur has been stabbed and Oh the tension is palatable!

Pros to bringing the severed head: We might get some answers. Cons to bringing the severed head: It's a rotting severed head.

Every time violence happens the voice gets very excited by the prospect of murder

Calamity follows these two wherever they go

Well Arthur is dead, that's the end of the podcast

"This too shall pass"

Oh god not another voice. Fuck are we in jail!

Adam Fry

An asylum, if MoonKnight taught me anything it's that this is neither real nor harmless

the door feels oddly shaped... please don't be flesh

Oh that is not a human

"Wait did I tell you my name?" Oh god something was in our head and we just told it exactly where to go and who to find!

"We've been in a coma for over a month" I'm so excited to see how things can possibly get worse than this over the course of the podcast

At least our voice has a name now. Hello John, it's nice to meet you

That song again

Oh no... we're too late...so what killed her

Wait... I actually had to go back to listen to our confrontation with Eddie. Arthur did shoot him but I'm pretty damn sure that John strangling him is what finished the job... what game are you playing here, John?

Between the monster library book, Arthur dreaming of that otherworldly asylum, and these new visions I think that he might be slowly un-tethering from reality. Using these visions is tempting but I think John's right about this changing us. Let's see what the dead girl has to say

fingers

oh it's never good when the creature can see you through your visions

"It felt like he tricked us" "He wanted us to touch her" I am having all the bad feelings

"He can't come through"

"No"

"But?"

"But maybe other things can"

Not much to say about this next part there's a monster chasing our boys and I'm terrified. Good job podcast.

"It looks like foulness"

Ah yes when in doubt pull a Hansel and Gretel

John knows Robert Frost

Dice whenever we find something

We're being hunted, something has seen us, our lead is dead, and we need to find her diary to get some answers lets fucking go!

So far I am LIVING for everything going on here definitely going to keep listening

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #I was basically taking notes while listening #malevolent season 1 #malevolent s1

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auxiliarydetective · 7 months

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The OC Halloween Challenge - Day 7

You can find the challenge here!

Today's prompt was...

The Comedic Relief

Honestly, they make even the scariest movies bearable. They’re almost never the main character but almost always the most liked. They say laughter is medicine for the soul, so which of your ocs soothes the characters and the situation with a joke made at the worst of times?

R.I.P. to the two people that weren't funny enough: Iris Winchester and Charlotte Inari.

This prompt isn't really too well-fitting for a graphic in my eyes, so I wrote a little 5+1 sort of deal - except it's only three so that the +1 can be evil number 4:

3 times Charlie Drake laughed death in the face and 1 time he regretted it

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"Someone needs to distract it," Egon declared as they were all squatting behind the garden wall, listening to the sounds of the ghost inside the greenhouse wreck the place.

Immediately, a wild pointing of fingers was started, but before anyone could say something to go along with it, Charlie slipped off his proton pack.

"I've always wanted a cat," he said with a grin.

Equipped with only his flashlight, he headed for the greenhouse. The other Ghostbusters looked on in confusion. Was he starting to go mad from sleep deprivation? That wasn't a cat, that was a ghost! One that had been a huge moster only a few minutes ago. But Charlie was having none of it and strutted towards the greenhouse.

"Here, kitty-kitty-kitty!" he called, waving his flashlight along the wall of the greenhouse.

Immediately, the feline ghost jumped against the glass, theeth bared, frantically chasing the light. Charlie laughed brightly.

"Good kitty! Where's the light, huh? Where is it?"

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"Charlie!" Egon called tensely as his friend was dropped from the ceiling in a bubble of slimey ectoplasm.

The blob splatted flat onto the ground and Charlie lay there, motionless. Quickly, Egon hurried over to him, followed by Peter. When they reached Charlie, he huffed quietly. With every cough, spitting up droplets of ectoplasm, his lips curled further into a smile, until he started laughing like a maniac.

"Wow, that was stupid! So, this is how it feels, huh? Getting slimed?"

Egon pulled him to his feet, having to shake ectoplasm off his glove once he let go.

"Glad it happened to you this time," Venkman commented as he looked around the room to try and find out where the ghost had gone. When he turned back to Charlie, he immediately took on a defensive stance. "No, I know that look, don't you dare-"

But Charlie was already creeping towards him, hands in the air with his fingers wiggling about.

"Oooooh, I think the slime possessed me..." he cooed, doing his best to suppress his laughter.

This was Peter's cue to start running. Immediately, Charlie set after him. He was seemingly not slowed down by the heavy proton pack on his back at all, catching up to Peter with ease and tackling him into a hug, giggling furiously.

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Ray banged against the wall, almost see-through, looking like a fluid, yet solid to the touch. On the other side, Winston tried firing his particle thrower at it. But both of them were met with the same fate - their attacks at the substance rebounded, knocking them backwards. Charlie just laughed.

"You're really arguing with a mirror, huh?"

"You got any better idea?" Winston asked. "We're in here while that spook is wrecking havoc."

"Well, if I remember correctly, our ghostly pal used to be a poet," Ray mumbled, "maybe-"

But before he could finish his sentence, Charlie threw himself dramatically against the wall.

"Oh, envious wall," he gasped, "why do you block lovers? How great would it be if you let us be joined in whole body, or, if this is too much, if you rather lay open for kisses to be given?"

Suddenly, miraculously, the wall disappeared as Charlie giggled.

"Who knew my charm worked on walls, too?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you didn't come up with that," Winston commented.

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It was their first bust after defeating Gozer. Charlie had been extremely tired that day, but it seemed he had recovered. Or at least that was what everyone thought. By the time Ecto-1's siren was blaring, he was grinning and practically emitting energy again. Their spectre of the hour was a Class 3 or 4 entity, identity unknown, but witnesses had described it as "having escaped from a Wild West movie". To make things even worse, the thing apparently had fully tangible guns, stolen from a gun store.

Charlie's plan to trap the entity was simple: A shootout. A quick-draw contest, to be exact. The spectre with his guns, Charlie with his particle thrower. Demons like Charlie couldn't die and so, even if he lost, he would still win in the end. It was a very simple plan, but one that sounded very effective. Especially since the other Ghostbusters would be surrounding the ghost, ready to give Charlie a hand.

"Hey, cowboy!" Charlie called with a wide grin, positioning himself opposite the spectre. "Wanna duel?"

It took the bait with no hesitation. Silence spread across the battlefield as the two supernatural beings faced each other.

Suddenly, a loud bang cut through the air. The ghost had fired. Almost immediately afterwards, the Ghostbusters' proton packs fired up, trapping the ghost in their streams. All except Charlie's. He was late. Incredibly late. But over the sound of the buzzing streams and the struggling of the spectre, nobody noticed. The ghost was trapped in record time.

"Great job, everyone!" Peter said in his usual sarcastic tone. "Now, let's get home before the horse shows up."

Everyone smiled. Everyone except Charlie.

"Um... Egon?" he said slowly. "I'm gonna need your scientific expertise here."

Egon turned around to look at him, immediately going white as a sheet. Charlie's flightsuit was tinted scarlet at the chest, the same color as Charlie's fingers which he stared at incredulously. Quickly, Egon rushed to his side and tore open his flightsuit. This couldn't be happening. It was impossible, it-

"Is this what I think it is?" Charlie mumbled.

Only a second later, his legs gave out.

#ohc2023 #ghostbusters #ghostbusters oc #oc: charlie drake #fanfiction

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artzychic27 · 9 months

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As talked about in our DMs. Lucien and Emani as good guys who were sent by Fu to acquire the Miraculouses from Blood Beetle and Ikati Bleak, while going undercover as jerk students. Also headcanons about what they have to do and their history with Marc and Nathaniel.

Back at Vadim, Lucien knew better than to ever cross paths with Marc Anciel of all people, but fate oftentimes has other ideas

When Lucien tried to protect one student from Marc’s wrath, that put him on his hit list

Marc jumped him every chance he got, and Lucien, despite being very athletic, never stood a chance against him

When Marc was eventually sent away for tormenting the student body, Lucien couldn’t have been more relieved… Then he met Master Fu

As for Emani, he and Nathaniel used to date back at Nath’s previous school

Emani was incredibly loyal. Nathaniel knew that, too, and had no problem taking advantage of him becuase to him, “Emani’s weak and eager to please.”

Emani tries to make sure Nathaniel is happy, but only succeeds in getting hurt by him. And anytime he tried telling others, they’d say he was lying or did something wrong, all because they’re terrified of Nathaniel and refuse to cross him

He thought it was all over when Nathaniel was sent to DuPont, but then an old Asian man introduced him to this guy from Vadim, and now they’re going undercover to retrieve the Miraculous

Master Fu suspects that that all four active Miraculous are in the hands of DuPont students. He certain that Kim and Max have the Miracullus, and he wants Lucien and Emani to go undercover to retrieve them

Of course, they’re terrified, becuase that would mean facing Marc and Nathaniel again, but if it means putting a stop to the madness caused by Blood Beetle, Ikati Bleak, Prince Pain, and Emperor, then so be it

Of course, Lucien gets a new name and look because he’d rather not face Marc again once he recognizes him

Emani plays the role of the obsessed ex boyfriend who would tear his own hair out every time someone mentioned Nathaniel, prompting his mother to send him to DuPont to straighten him out

Nathaniel will admit, Emani’s gotten much more interesting, but, he doesn’t “Date gum that’s stuck to the soles of worn out shoes.”

When they’re not pretending to be pure evil or just plane crazy like the rest of the students, they’re trying to get close to Kim and Max

Unfortunately, the gang Kim is in doesn’t take too kindly to outsiders, and Max won’t let just anybody talk to him

So, it’s up to Lucien to get into Kim’s gang since he’s been working out over the years enough to meet their expectations. But, he’s gotta prove himself

So, at lunch, he acts as if some random passerby bumped into him, and hurls them almost across the cafeteria

Denise physically drags him over to their table and asks how much he benches. He’s in

As for Emani, he manages to get Max’s attention using the hacking skills he taught himself to keep up his act and hacks into the security camera in Nathaniel’s dorm

Max calls it child’s play, but is somewhat impressed, and he introduces Emani to his fellow hackers

Throughout their time at DuPont, their cover is nearly blown when they’re caught acting nice to other students, only to play it off and act like complete jerks

One day, Marc nearly recognizes Lucien when he forgets to reapply his hair dye, and attempts to bite him to see if his scream is the one he remembers, but teachers manage to break that up

However, while Lucien was trying to push Marc off of him, he noticed a certain brooch pinned to his shirt

And when Emani was groveling at Nathaniel’s feet for a second chance, he noticed a strange black pin on his hoodie

Lucien/Emani: …

Lucien: You think they’re-

Emani: Oh, yes. Definitely.

Well, now they know who Emperor and Prince Pain are

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #shadybug and claw noir #lê chiến kim #max kanté #scarlet beetle & ikati black

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onceuponastory · 2 years

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normal - steve kemp x reader: chapter six: keep your friends close...

“Winter in your soul (frozen in your winter always) You got no love in your bones (closing in your winter always) Trying to find some heart from you is like Draining blood from stones” - winter by PVRIS

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader….and also Nick Fowler x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This chapter has mentions of violence, emotional abuse, blood, restraints, serial killers/murder, cannibalism...basically everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning this chapter. Also, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler being their unhinged and possessive selves towards the poor reader. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Here we go! If you thought last chapter was where it all kicked off with Steve and Nick meeting, then you’re wrong. THIS is where it all kicks off. Also this one is about 8k, so you’re getting a longer chapter like last time ;)

Once again, not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Credit to my wonderful best friend @thesundrop / @staticscreenwriting for my dividers and header! Be sure to check out her writing, she’s great.

Later that night, Y/N stands alone in her bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror…and also staring at the large, purple marks covering her neck. Y/N drifts her hands up towards her neck, her fingers gently tracing the outline of each one. She turns her head and her neck for a while, trying to find a part of her skin that isn’t covered in them. There are more of them than she expected there to be. Despite her attempts to scrub them off and cover them with makeup, they’re still there. They’re so…big, so bold, and they just won’t go away. Y/N scoffs. She’s spent so long wanting someone to love her and to have someone to call her own. Yet the first time she has it, she’s ashamed, and wants to hide every trace of him.

It’s just that the love bites are so noticeable. As she looks at them more and more, Y/N begins to realise that this isn’t what she wanted. She doesn’t hate Nick or anything. Quite the opposite. Nick is great…sort of. He’s gorgeous, firstly. They both have great sexual chemistry together (she has the marks to prove it, after all). And Nick is kind enough to her. When he’s having a good day, anyway. But Y/N knows he can switch to cold and unwelcoming in the blink of an eye. She’s been witness to it a few times already. Of course, given that her career is working with murderers and other criminals, Y/N knows that Nick hiding his feelings and letting some anger slip out from time to time isn’t that bad in the grand scheme of things. However, it still unsettles her every time she sees it. She knows most of her worry is because of her job, since once you witness the full scale of human depravity, you start thinking that everyone is evil, and that some people simply know how to hide it better. And after meeting Steve, Y/N knows that fear is not too hard to believe.

Yet with Nick, it’s different. Of course, Y/N has her usual worries about him, but she swears there’s something else there, some secret that Nick’s keeping from her. And that thought drives her crazy. Not to mention that Steve seems to hate Nick, too. Again, Y/N knows there’s a rational explanation for that: Steve is possessive, and he’s mad that Y/N is being taken away from him. But despite how much she convinces herself that everything is fine and that she and Nick will work out in the end, Y/N still swears there’s something else to it. And a part of her brain is telling her that if Steve hates Nick, then there must be more to him than what he’s showing her.

Oh god, Steve. As soon as she remembers him, their argument floods back to her. Even though she knows it never left her brain. And deep down, she knows Steve’s right. There is something about Nick that she doesn’t trust either. Steve’s hurt and angry face reappears in Y/N’s mind, and she sniffles. No. She’s already cried enough over Steve tonight. She can’t cry anymore. Even though she has ruined her relationship with Steve again, this time probably beyond repair. At least, it will be if she stays with Nick.

“Hey.” Nick murmurs. Speak of the devil. Nick comes up behind her, making her jump a little. He wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles into her neck. Y/N moves her neck reflexively, not wanting him to touch or mark her anymore. “You alright? I’m missing you in bed.” Nick asks, gently pressing a kiss to her jawline. Y/N shudders. Nick chuckles, thinking he’s doing the right things to her. Meanwhile, Y/N is starting to hate the feeling of Nick's skin against hers. Although Y/N hasn’t had many romantic partners in her life, she knows that this isn’t right. You can’t say you’re in love with someone even though you hate feeling them kissing you and touching you.

“Nick?” she asks, her voice little more than a soft whisper.

“Hm?”

“Do you….” She trails off, knowing the question is stupid before she even asks it. Because who asks those kinds of questions? Who asks their boyfriend if they love them? She and Nick haven’t made it official or anything, but with the time they’ve spent together, and the things they’ve done, it’s pretty obvious they are together. “Do you love me?” She asks. Almost immediately, Nick laughs. Y/N’s face falls.

“What sort of question is that?” He asks. She expects him to stop laughing and answer the question, but to her surprise, Nick keeps going, and doesn’t even say anything in response. Her heart sinks. He can’t even say the fucking words. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He tells her, gently taking her hand. Although Y/N can feel the crushing realisation that Nick doesn’t love her beginning to sink in, she does as he asks, following him to her bedroom and getting into bed with him. Soon, Nick falls asleep, and as he snores, Y/N looks over at him. The same thought comes to her again:

“Is this it?” Y/N sighs sadly. Like she said, Nick was supposed to be her ideal man. So why isn’t she happy? Of course, she still has those worries about Nick and his intentions, but he’s definitely not the worst choice she could have in a man, especially considering the alternative is Steve Kemp. Because Nick is the good choice. Sure, he may not be all he seems, but he’s respectable. He’s an agent in the CIA who saves the world whilst Steve sets out to destroy it all. Nick is the one she can bring home to meet her parents without fears of repercussions. All things considered, Nick’s the one she should choose. And yet, she doesn’t want him. She has some feelings for him, and she’s still willing to try and make things work. But, if anyone was to ask her right now if, after disregarding her worries about his temper and how much Steve hates him, she’s 100% happy with Nick, then she’d say no. She’s not happy.

Saying those words feels freeing, and Y/N takes a breath, rolling onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. So now what?

A few days later, Y/N walks back into the office. As she makes her way around the building, she can see people looking at her and still murmuring under their breaths. Although a part of her still wonders what the hell they’re saying about her, Y/N doesn’t care at this point. She just wants to see Nick. The pair may be going through a strange patch at the moment, (well, she is anyway), but they’re still working together on this case, so Y/N knows she has to put all the confusing feelings she’s having about Nick aside, and work together with him. Aside from that, Y/N soon realises that she has another problem developing: she can’t find Nick anywhere. As she looks around the building for him, Y/N becomes increasingly frustrated the longer she tries to find him. After a while, she wonders if Nick has fucked off somewhere, and left her with all the work to do.

Groaning, Y/N glances over at two of her coworkers sitting together, both crowded around a computer. Given the way people here talk about her, the last thing Y/N wants to do is to talk to them. Especially not about Nick. However, if asking them if they’ve seen Nick is what she has to do, then so be it. She takes a deep breath to brace herself and walks up to them both. Sometimes, Y/N wonders why she has such better luck talking to people like Steve than with actual human beings. But given the way they both glare at her when she approaches them, Y/N realises that maybe spending time with Steve Kemp isn’t too bad after all. “Hey, have either of you seen Nick? I need to ask him something.” The men look at each other, and one laughs. The sound of his laugh is making Y/N wish that she never asked them at all. However, right now, she’s focused on finding out where Nick is, so she tries her best to ignore it.

“Well, he’s probably in there with the boss and the chief.” One of them informs her, pointing to a door. “After all, they organised a case meeting for this afternoon.” Y/N’s brows furrow together in confusion.

“There’s a case meeting today? Since when? Nobody told me.” The men snigger, and Y/N frowns.

“Oh, didn’t they?” One of them asks, a sick grin on his face. “That means that lover boy didn’t tell you, did he?” He continues. Noticing the confusion on Y/N’s face, he chuckles. “The boss is taking you off the case, sweetheart.” Y/N gasps. Her stomach sinks, and all the apprehensive thoughts that she had about Nick and his intentions come flooding back to her, despite her attempts to ignore them. He wouldn’t do this to her. He can’t. Still, she knows there’s every possibility that the men are joking. And with everything in her, Y/N hopes they are joking.

“Yeah, sure. Good joke.” She shakes her head, scoffing. “I know that you’re lying. He can’t be. He trusts me to do this job.”

“Now, now. Don’t lie to her like that, that’s not nice.” The other man replies, and Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. Oh, thank god. They’re just trying to get a rise out of her. She looks over, ready to thank the man who stood up for her…and her face drops when she realises that he’s smirking too. “Especially when the truth is so much worse.”

“W-What are you talking about?” She stammers, her mind already racing with possibilities, and she can feel her heart rate rising in fear. The man turns back to his friend, not even looking at her.

“After all, wasn’t her boyfriend, Agent Nick Fowler, the one who personally asked for her to be taken off the case?” The man nods. Y/N gasps. She feels her stomach churn and her chest aches.

“N-No. You’re lying. He wouldn’t.” She stammers, shaking her head and trying to ignore the tears rapidly building in her eyes. They have to be lying. They must be. After all, they’ve always had it in for her, and it’s definitely possible that they would make up some kind of cruel joke to torment her. And besides, Nick knows how much she puts into this case and how much she lives and breathes it. He wouldn’t. He can’t. Y/N keeps repeating those words to calm down and reassure herself…although the little voices of doubt and insecurity are rearing their ugly heads once more.

And this time, they’re louder than ever.

“Ask him yourself. He’s in there with the boss.” The men grin, pointing down the hallway. Y/N gives them a small nod, too afraid to open her mouth in case she starts crying. Walking down the hallway to talk to Nick, Y/N feels the same fear she did when she first met Steve. But this time, she feels much worse. Oh god, Steve. If she’s taken off the case, she’ll never see Steve again. And that realisation hurts more than anything else. Reaching the door, Y/N knocks once, waiting for the signal to enter. Her stomach feels like it’s in knots, and she knows she’s dangerously close to bursting into tears.

“Come in.” A voice calls, and Y/N takes a deep breath. Once she opens this door, her life will never be the same. Stepping into the room, Y/N’s boss, Nick and the Police Chief’s eyes all turn to face her. Although she’s in a room with her colleagues and her boyfriend, Y/N has never felt as isolated as she does at that moment. “Ah, Y/N. Can we help you?” Her boss asks.

“I’m sorry for the interruption sir, it’s just that nobody told me there was a meeting on, so I was wondering if my invite was missed.” She chuckles awkwardly. Nobody laughs. Y/N steps forward, reaching out to pull out a chair.

“No, that won’t be necessary Y/N.” Her boss tells her. “Did you not get the recent case update? I told Nick to give it to you himself.” Y/N’s stomach twists even more, and she glances over at Nick. The smirk on his face tells Y/N everything she needs to know. Her coworkers were right. He’s the one that did this. Her boss opens his mouth to continue, but Y/N knows what he’s going to say before he even says it. “I’m sorry, but we mutually decided that we no longer require your help in this case. We’re also going to speak to the prison, and your relationship with Steve Kemp will stop as of today.” Those words make her feel a pang in her chest. One that aches more than anything. Y/N looks back over at Nick. He’s still smirking at her. Mutual decision, her ass. Y/N nods and tries not to let out a cry. “It’s not that your help and intel hasn’t been incredibly useful to us, because it has, it’s just….”

“We don’t need you anymore.” Nick finishes for him. And Y/N knows he doesn’t just mean on the case. Those words feel like a complete punch to her gut. Even though she realised she wasn’t happy with Nick, she still had some kind of love in her heart for him. And he’s just destroyed every last shred of it.

“Well, I understand that, sir, but I could still help you all.” Y/N begins, trying to string together a sentence, and trying to sound like this whole scenario isn’t tearing her apart. “I mean, my work with Steve has been so beneficial! And I’ve invested so much into this case! Perhaps, I could-”

“No Y/N, it’s okay. Thank you though! At least you can go home, and put this whole thing out of your mind.” Her boss grins, and Y/N nods, letting out a bitter laugh. God, if only he knew. Turning away, Y/N reaches for the door handle.

“I’m so sorry about that interruption sir, it must’ve slipped her mind. I’ll talk to her.” Nick sighs, making Y/N stop. She lets out a silent sob. He’s trying to act like it’s her fault, and that he’s the decent one in this scenario.

For a moment, Y/N considers turning back around and smacking Nick right in his smug fucking face, but she knows that won’t end well. So, trying her best to muffle her sobs, Y/N leaves the room and speed walks back down the hallway and to the exit, desperately trying to ignore her coworkers’ comments and laughter from all around her. “Well, I’m glad to be your friend.” Nick’s words echo in her mind, and Y/N sniffles. Ever since he came here, Nick has always made Y/N think he cared about her, and that he would defend her against her coworkers. But in fact, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Because Nick has betrayed her in the worst way, and given more fuel to make her coworkers taunt her even more. And he’s done it all with a big smirk on his face. Y/N’s not sure if he even cared about her at all.

As she walks, tears spill over, and a part of her just wants to run into the bathroom and cry. Yet, despite how appealing that idea sounds, especially considering how much pain she’s in, Y/N knows she can’t do that. She can’t let everyone see how much this is affecting her. She can’t let Nick win.

Finally, Y/N reaches her car and gets inside. Before she can even close the door, Y/N starts sobbing. She leans down, leaning her forehead on her steering wheel to shield her tears from passersby, or from anyone who snuck out to see her cry. Even though she knows it’s obvious what she’s doing, and that her coworkers know it too, by this point she wouldn’t put something like that past her coworkers. For what feels like hours, Y/N sits in her car, sobbing. As she cries, she takes deep breaths, her mind racing as it tries to understand why Nick would do this to her. Stupidly, a part of her still hopes Nick is somehow pretending, and that there’s a reason why he would treat her so cruelly. Maybe she’ll see him tonight, he’ll kiss her, explain everything, and then she’ll understand. Y/N knows it’s not possible, but to her, hoping that this foolish dream is real is much better than the truth.

Because the realisation that she has ruined her relationship with Steve, the one person who actually seems to give a damn about her and mean it, for someone who’s betrayed her and crushed her heart makes Y/N feel even worse, something that she never thought was possible. Nick used to be the safe choice, the one who would save her from Steve and treat her well. How wrong she was. She scoffs. Maybe she was worried about the wrong monster after all. At least Steve doesn’t pretend to be something he’s not. He’s always been open about how evil he is.

Y/N gasps as another realisation hits. Steve. She’s off the case, so she’s never going to see him again. It’s not like she can still visit him every week. After a while, people will start to get suspicious. But she can’t just let him go. They both have such a strong connection, and it’s clear that they care deeply for each other. Too deeply, some would say. However, Y/N doesn’t even care about their opinions anymore, because they don’t give a shit about her. The only one who cares about her is Steve. Her mind goes back to the last time she saw Steve. He seemed so heartbroken, like he never wanted to see her again.

And now she won’t even get to say goodbye. And it’s all her fault. But suddenly, a sense of injustice takes over her. No. She won’t let it end like this, with her heart broken, and the one person who can mend it not speaking to her anymore. Even if she’ll never see him again, Steve Kemp is the only one who makes her happy. And she will not go without saying goodbye.

Taking a breath and wiping her eyes, Y/N begins the drive towards the prison.

Y/N stands in Steve’s cell, waiting for him to come back. As she tries to think about how to break the news that this is her last visit, Y/N looks around the cell. Before, she used to treat coming here like it was her worst nightmare, and like she was being led to her execution. All she could think about was when she could leave. But now, leaving it forever is the last thing she wants to do. Her back is to the door when she hears a familiar voice, the voice that’s both haunted her dreams and yet still been a comfort to her speak:

“Y/N, you really need to pick better times to come see me. I was in the middle of television time! Besides, I told you-” Steve complains, and although she’s close to tears, Y/N chuckles. God, it’s going to be awful saying goodbye to him. She turns around, and Steve stops his rant the moment he sees her tear-filled eyes. Immediately his face softens, and he becomes concerned, quickly moving over to check on her. “Y/N? What’s happened? What’s the matter?” He asks, his voice soothing. Y/N sniffles.

“I’m not sure if you’ve been told this, but I wanted you to hear it from me.” She replies. Steve raises a brow, noticing the pain in her voice. “I’m being taken off the case, Steve. As of today, our meetings and relationship are officially over.” Steve blinks at her in silence for a moment as her words sink in, and Y/N waits for his reaction. In all honesty, she doesn’t know what she expects, or what she wants him to say. Steve’s body tenses, and his fists clench.

“Who did this to you?” He demands, his voice low and threatening. “Was it Nick Fowler?”

“What? Steve, why does that matter-” Y/N begins, but Steve cuts her off.

“Y/N, answer the question. You and I both know that hiding the truth from me is pointless. I’ll find out. I know you.” Y/N feels her cheeks heating up at that comment. Yeah, that’s true. “Now. Tell me the truth. Was it Nick who took you off the case?” He repeats. Y/N stays silent. Nick may be a total asshole, but she also doesn’t want to put him on Steve Kemp’s bad side. Steve scoffs. “Oh please, it’s not like I’m going to kill him or anything, is it?” Sighing, Y/N nods. After all, he has a point. And what’s the worst that could happen by telling Steve?

“...Yes Steve. Nick was the one who took me off the case.” She admits. Once the words leave her mouth, Y/N starts crying again. “I’m sorry Steve….” She whimpers. Steve steps forward, closing the gap between them. He’s so close that they could touch each other. Y/N can feel her heart rate rising, and she lets out a breath. She used to be terrified when Steve came this close to her. Now, however…it excites her. Y/N looks up, her eyes blurry with tears. “It’s all my fault.” She sobs. “I should have listened to you, and I should never have trusted Nick Fowler.”

“Shh, shh….” Steve whispers reassuringly. “It’s alright. You just didn't know what sort of person he is.”

“I know. It’s just-” Y/N cuts herself off with a sniffle. “I work with so many monsters, and I couldn’t even spot one under my nose.” Steve chuckles slightly.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing. A lot of us look normal.” Despite the tears rolling down her cheeks at that point, Y/N laughs at his comment. Steve frowns.

“That’s one of the first things I thought about you, actually.” She admits, a small smile on her lips. Steve chuckles. “Well. At least I know I was wrong now, and never to trust someone like that again.” She sighs, sniffling. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N notices Steve raising his hands, lifting them towards her face, as if he’s about to wipe her tears away. However, he stops once he reaches his chest, as if remembering that they handcuffed his wrists. So, he drops them back down. Without even thinking, Y/N reaches out her hands, her fingers brushing against Steve’s, which causes them both to gasp. This isn’t the first time Y/N and Steve have brushed hands with each other. But this time, it’s different. This is the first time either of them has done it willingly, and the other person has wanted it to continue.

For a moment, Y/N almost takes Steve’s hands and pulls his hands towards her face, or around her waist. To be honest, she doesn’t care where they go. She just wants Steve to comfort her. She just wants Steve Kemp. Because the truth is that she was never happy with Nick because he’s not Steve Kemp. Steve is the one she wants. He’s the one she’s always wanted. And well, that’s all she’s wanted since she met him.

But then, Y/N remembers where she is, and the sort of person Steve is. And although she’d love nothing more than for Steve to touch her, she knows that despite how much she wants it, it’s the wrong thing to want. So, she drops Steve’s hands without another word; her face burning in shame.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I just-” She begins, her words coming out fast and in a big jumble. Steve cuts her off.

“It’s alright.” He whispers. “I liked it.” Y/N gasps. Both she and Steve both stand together in silence for a few minutes more. To them, though, it feels like an eternity. The chemistry between them is palpable, and Y/N feels like her body is on fire. Her eyes trace down Steve’s face, coming to rest on his lips. Y/N’s can feel her heart rate rise even more. Soon, it’ll feel like it’s about to burst out of her chest. But this time, it’s not out of fear. It’s out of excitement, and a desire to kiss Steve. If this was a rom-com, this would be the part where the two leads kiss, cute music plays and there are fireworks in the background. This isn’t a rom-com, though, and Steve definitely isn’t that kind of person. Y/N moves her head, tilting it as if she is about to kiss Steve. Her lips part without her even noticing. For a moment, she sees Steve moving his head in the opposite way, almost as if he was going to kiss her.

Y/N realises that even though Steve is nothing like a romantic leading man, she’s past the point of caring, and would still kiss him, anyway. Maybe she should just stop pretending to herself and admit the truth. The same truth that’s been staring her in the face for months now. The glances, the comments, the smiles, the sparks. They all point to the fact that Steve Kemp isn’t the man who Y/N thought she was in love with. He is the man she’s in love with. Y/N takes a deep breath.

“I’m in love with Steve Kemp.” She thinks. Although finally admitting that to herself feels incredible, and makes so much sense, Y/N knows nothing can come of it. Despite how much she wants it to, and how much it pains her to admit it, Y/N and Steve can never be together. Y/N pulls back, looking over Steve for what is probably the last time. Maybe in another, ideal world, she and Steve would work out. “Well, I should go. Don’t want to cut into your television time.” Y/N jokes. Steve doesn’t reply. He looks devastated, and for a moment Y/N swears she sees tears glistening in his eyes. That makes her feel even worse. “Goodbye Steve. It was nice meeting you.” She gives him a small smile and a wave, squeezing her eyes shut tightly so she doesn’t cry any more. Of course, it doesn’t work, and Y/N can feel tears continue to roll down her cheeks. Turning away, Y/N walks towards the exit of the cell.

“Y/N, wait.” Steve orders, almost making her jump a little. Y/N turns back to face him. “Come closer.” He beckons, and she does as he asks. When she’s close enough, Steve leans in. For a moment, Y/N thinks he’s actually about to kiss her, and she prepares herself for it. However, he doesn’t, and instead whispers in her ear: “I have to be quiet because of the cameras and guards, but if you don’t want this to end yet, and if you feel the same way I do about this, and about us, then come see me next Tuesday at 9.45pm. Don’t be late.” He orders, and she nods, focused on the feeling of Steve’s hot breath against her cheek and in her ear. “Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“The next time you see Nick, give him hell for me, alright?” He smirks, and Y/N nods.

“Oh, there’s no way I’m letting him get away with this.” She promises, and Steve chuckles.

“Good girl. After all, we can’t have him thinking he can take my Y/N away from me.” Y/N’s entire body shivers at that, and she nods, backing away from him. “Goodbye Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” Steve smiles.

As Y/N leaves and begins the walk back to her car, Steve’s words play on her mind: “If you feel the same way I do about this, and about us….” What the hell could he mean by that? Y/N knows he’s talking about how close they’ve both become, but what if he means something else? What if he means he knows how she feels about him, and he feels the same way about her? That thought fills Y/N with excitement once more, and it’s then she decides that she’s going to see Steve again, just like he told her to.

Like she’d ever say no, though.

That night, Y/N sits on her couch, waiting for Nick to come back. After what happened earlier, she wasn't expecting or even wanting him to come over. However, she sent Nick a text about half an hour ago saying they needed to talk, and he’s already messaged her saying that he’s on his way over, so here she is, almost biting the skin off her lips and fingers in nervous anticipation. Even if the very idea of seeing Nick Fowler is enough to make her blood boil and her stomach churn, Y/N knows it has to be done. And of course, she promised Steve she’d give him hell, so she can’t break that promise. An almost empty bottle of wine sits on the table across from her. Y/N doesn’t know if she drank it to give her liquid courage, or to erase any memory she ever had of Nick Fowler. She doesn’t care about that though. She just hopes it works.

Y/N can feel the skin around her neck stinging and tingling, so she places her hand on it, hoping it soothes the pain. As she takes another drink of her wine, almost finishing the bottle, Y/N’s mind goes back to the cause of the stinging. Only fifteen minutes ago, she was scrubbing at her skin with all kinds of lotions and serums until she was almost crying in pain. She did it in the hopes her efforts would remove the bite marks Nick left all over her. The marks that claim her as his, despite how much she’s tried to remove them. But they just won’t go away, despite how hard she tries. Much like Nick Fowler. Soon, she can hear a key turning in the lock, and Y/N braces herself for Nick’s arrival.

“Hey.” He announces, walking into the room and sitting down on the sofa beside her. Reflexively, Y/N turns away from him. She can hear Nick huff, which only makes her angrier. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. It’s not like I had a choice.” Nick tells her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? How do you expect me to react Nick?!” Y/N argues back, angrily turning to face him. “You had no fucking right to take me off this case! This is MY case!” She glares at Nick, a part of her expecting him to explain himself, or to even apologise. Nick stays silent. “Well?!” Y/N demands. “Nick! Answer me!”

“Like I said, I don’t know why you’re so upset. What was I supposed to do? And besides, it’s not like you were doing much anyway, were you?” He shrugs. Y/N gasps.

“Oh please. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even be here, remember?”

“That’s true, you’re right. But who’s the one that’s still on the case?” Nick asks, smirking. Y/N considers punching him right in his smug fucking face. “Oh, come on, sweetheart, don’t be mad. I told you, I had to do it.”

“Don’t you dare call me that.” Y/N snaps, trying not to let the pain in her voice come through. “You have no right to, especially not after what you did.” As Y/N rants and lets out all her pain, Nick just sits there with a brow raised, as if he’s just waiting for her to finish. As if Y/N detailing every single way he hurt her and tore her heart to shreds is boring him. God, she was so wrong about him. And it fucking hurts. How could she have been so stupid? “Did you feel anything at all for me, Nick?” Y/N asks, even though she swears she already knows the answer to this. “Or were you just using me so you could get in good favour in this case? Is that what I was, Nick? Was I just a gateway to you getting a promotion? Or was I just a fun bit on the side for you to fuck and then discard?” Y/N demands, angry tears already filling her eyes.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” Nick replies. “You definitely helped me get further, and I thank you for that. I’ll definitely mention your name in my report.” He winks, and Y/N tries not to cry. Just a footnote in a report. That’s all she’s worthy of. After all of the pain, the confusion, and everything she did for this case…that’s all she’ll be. One brief sentence. Nick looks over at her, biting his lip slightly. Y/N tries to ignore how that makes her feel. He may be an asshole, but he’s still hot, and there was a time in her life when she thought she’d end up with him. “You are pretty fucking good in the bedroom, though. And I know you liked it, despite how hard you’ve tried to hide it.” Nick grins, looking pointedly at her neck. “Tell you what, how about we go back to the bedroom and I can show you just how sorry I am?” He offers. Y/N gasps angrily. He really doesn’t care at all. Her hand moves towards Nick’s cheek, but just before she’s about to slap him, Nick swiftly grabs her wrist, gripping it tightly and making Y/N yelp in pain a little.

“You fucking asshole.” She hisses. Nick scoffs, laughing.

“Is that the best you can do? God, it’s right what they say about you, you know. You are just a lonely freak. But then again, when your only friend is a serial killer, maybe it means something….” Those words cut Y/N harder than any other thing Nick has said to her. Her body filled with rage and pain, Y/N snatches her wrist back from Nick’s grasp. Before Nick can even do anything, Y/N smacks the side of his face, the noise reverberating around the room. As Nick sits in silence, trying to figure out what to say or do in response, the realisation of what Y/N’s just done sinks into her. Of course, Nick had it coming, but she’s never reacted like this before. Despite how much she wanted to, that is. Oh god, what has she just done? How much trouble is she going to get in for this? But then, as she sees Nick’s still stunned face, Y/N remembers the words of Steve telling her to give Nick hell, and she chuckles a little.

If all else fails, she can just say that one was for Steve.

“Now, Y/N. There’s no need for that, is there? You know, I could get you arrested for the assault of a CIA Agent.” Nick warns, although there’s a joking tone to his voice. “Slapping someone with a spotless record like mine…I wonder how much trouble that’ll get you in?”

Y/N scoffs. “Oh, you have a spotless record? Tell me then, Nick, why is it that earlier, when I searched for more information on that case you told me about, the one with the drug dealer you tracked to his house…you’re not mentioned at all? Turns out everyone else did the hard work, whilst you just laid around on the beach.” Nick’s cocky facial expression drops, and his face goes pale. Now it’s Y/N’s turn to smirk. “I checked some more of your records, and it seems you do this a lot, Nick. You let everyone else do all the hard work, and yet you end up taking the credit for it.” She leans in close, so close Nick can feel her angry breath on his face. “So yeah, put my name in your fucking report, but I’ll make sure that I get the credit I deserve. Because sure, you might solve the case, but it’s only because I did the work for you. It’s still my case, Nick, despite you taking me off it. And you can live with that for the rest of your life, because you’re not as special as you think you are.”

Almost immediately, Nick becomes angry. “You fucking bitch.” He spits, clenching his fist. However, Y/N doesn’t even care about his anger anymore, or the consequences. Y/N gets up, angrily pointing towards the door.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” She orders. Sighing, Nick stands up. However, he doesn’t leave right away. Instead, he stands and looks at her. “And you, Nick Fowler, are to stay the fuck away from me. Got it?” Nick doesn’t move. He just keeps standing there, staring at her as Y/N’s fist clenches with anger. “Got it?” She repeats, trying to make her voice sound louder and more threatening.

“You know Y/N, I am sorry it has to end like this.” Nick sighs. She knows he’s lying. And then, Nick turns on his heel and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Once she’s sure he’s gone, Y/N drops to her knees on the floor and sobs.

The week passes slower than Y/N would like, but soon it’s Tuesday night, and she’s on her way to the prison. As she drives, she can feel her stomach twisting into knots from her apprehension. Although she’s excited to see Steve again, she still does not know what it’s for. Meeting a serial killer during the day is one thing, but meeting one at night is a whole other scenario. Steve has told her multiple times by this point that he won’t hurt her, but Y/N would be lying if she said she still wasn’t worried about being around him from time to time. Despite these worries, though, Y/N’s love for Steve outweighs any fear she has. Which is why she’s here.

Once she’s walking towards Steve’s cell once more, Y/N breathes a slight sigh of relief. It still feels a little weird to admit that the cell of a cannibalistic serial killer is one of the few places she finds solitude nowadays, but after the week she’s had, she doesn’t even care. She needs Steve more than ever. Speaking of Steve, he turns to see her as soon as she walks in.

“Y/N! You’re here.” He smiles happily, making Y/N smile just as wide. So what if Steve’s the only one who cares about her? At least somebody does. “I’m so glad to see you.”

“Me too. Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” She asks.

“Well firstly, I’m glad to know you feel the same way about this relationship as I do, since you’re back here.” Y/N nods. “However, there are some things I want to know.” Warily, Y/N nods once more, her mind wondering what the hell it is that he wants to ask her. Knowing Steve, it could be anything. “Obviously, I have to know if you gave Nick hell, just like I told you to?” Y/N can’t stop a smile from spreading onto her face.

“I did. Slapped him too.” Steve gasps, but then grins proudly.

“Oh, you are a bad girl, aren’t you?” He smirks. Y/N almost shivers at those words again. “Well done.” Steve winks before continuing with his questions. “And second, well….” He trails off, chuckling awkwardly. “Last time I saw you, you said that the first thing you thought about me was how normal I looked.” He explains, and Y/N nods. “So I was just wondering. What else did you think about me? And what do you think about me now?” Steve asks. Y/N’s cheeks flush, and she takes a deep breath. She’s already admitted it to herself. It’s about time she does the same to Steve.

“Well, I have to admit that I found you terrifying, and a part of me still does.” She replies, and Steve nods in agreement. “But fuck, Steve, from that first time I saw you, I thought you were gorgeous. I still do, actually.” Steve’s eyes widen a little in wonder, his cheeks flush, and he gasps. And yet, there’s still a smile on his face.

“Why, thank you Y/N.” He whispers. Steve’s eyes look over her once more, and he sighs. “I guess it’s my turn to share my feelings, right?” Y/N shakes her head.

“You don’t have to do that, Steve.” Steve chuckles.

“I know. But I think we both know that I do...and what I’m about to say next.” A small smile graces his lips, and he soon continues. “God, Y/N, when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I still do, in fact.” Y/N’s mouth drops open and her heart beats faster. “And ever since we met, I seem to have a strange connection with you. Of course, I think part of it is because of the nature of our relationship, but to me, there’s always been something more there, something unexplainable. I tried to hide it, and to ignore it, but I couldn't. By this point, I’m tired of hiding it. I’m ready to admit the truth.” Steve steps forward as Y/N’s mind races to try and figure out what he’s going to tell her. But deep down, she already knows what he’s about to say. After all, she’s been feeling the same way ever since she met him.

“...I’m in love with you, Y/N.” Steve breathes, his voice little more than a whisper. Y/N gasps, and her heart swells. Although she already confirmed her feelings for Steve, in that moment it's as if everything she’s ever thought about Steve, and all her confusion about her feelings for him finally makes sense. And it feels great.

“I love you too Steve.” She replies. Steve grins. Y/N swears it’s the happiest she’s ever seen him. She even sees a tinge of pink flood his cheeks. “I always have. It just took me way too long to accept it and come to terms with it.” She admits, and Steve nods. Although Y/N can feel the realisation and the consequences dawning, she doesn’t let it stop her anymore. “And I know it’s wrong, and that I shouldn’t be feeling like this, but I don’t even care anymore. I’ve spent so long hiding my feelings for you, I thought I was crazy…but I don’t want to hide them anymore.” Y/N whispers, stepping forward. She and Steve are so close that they’re almost touching. The energy between them is palpable, and Y/N takes a deep breath.

Suddenly, a voice sounds from behind them. One they both know all too well.

“Agent Y/N.” Nick speaks. Y/N’s blood runs cold. How the fuck does he know she’s here? Did Steve tell someone? Was he tracking her? “You know that you are no longer part of this case, and that means you’re not supposed to be here. Please leave the cell immediately.” He orders.

“Mr Fowler. Y/N and I are having a private conversation, which doesn’t concern you. You’re the one who should leave.” Steve replies. Y/N can sense the anger in Steve’s voice, and the hairs on the back of her neck begin to stand up. Nick scoffs, shaking his head.

“You don’t get to make orders to me anymore. I’m the head of this case now, and Y/N is a nobody as far as I’m concerned.” Steve’s body tenses in anger, and Y/N gasps. This won’t end well.

“What the fuck did you just call her?” Steve asks, his voice dangerously low.

“Look, it’s not that big an issue. I’ll just go, right Steve?” Y/N asks, giving him a look to tell him to not poke the bear that is Nick Fowler any more. Steve shakes his head.

“No. You’re staying with me.” He says protectively, making Y/N feel slightly more reassured. “Lean in closer.” He tells her again, and she obeys.

“Agent Y/N! I’m being nice here and giving you a warning, but if you don’t listen, I’ll forcibly have you removed from the premises. Trust me. You don’t want that.” Y/N knows he’s not lying.

“Steve, what is it? Even though I love you, Nick’s right. I don’t want to be taken out of here by guards or agents.” Y/N hisses, becoming more scared.

“And you won’t. I promise.” Steve reassures her. He leans in close, whispering once more. “You said you love me. is it true?” Y/N nods. “And do you trust me?” She nods again. “Good. Like I said, I feel the same about you….Which is why I’m so sorry to have to do this to you.” Steve sighs, and Y/N frowns. But before she can even ask what the hell Steve means, she hears a click. Looking down, to her horror, Y/N realises that Steve has handcuffed her wrists. Her eyes widen, and she begins to hyperventilate. Oh god. Is she about to be kidnapped? Is this a prison break?

“Steve, what the hell are you-” It’s then she realises Steve has somehow escaped from his handcuffs (which explains the ones on her wrists). However, it’s what she sees clutched in his hand that makes her stop mid-sentence, and causes her panic to increase even more. It’s a scalpel. “Oh, my god!” Y/N gasps in fear. Everything about Steve’s past comes back to her at that moment. Everything he did to those women and their bodies. The stuff Y/N tried to ignore. The stuff he’s going to do to her. Y/N’s panic rises, and she tries to step away from Steve. Steve sighs.

“I said I was sorry.” He huffs. “Just play along. I won’t actually hurt you.” Before she can even reply, Steve grabs her, pulling her closer to his side, so strongly and harshly that Y/N yelps in pain. “Excuse me Mr Fowler, but we’ll be going now.” Steve announces, leading Y/N out of the cell.

“No, don’t you dare-” Nick begins, moving his hand towards the gun holstered at his side, but Steve moves the scalpel to her neck before he can. He presses it against her skin, and Y/N lets out a small cry as she feels it cutting into her neck.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to hurt our dear friend Y/N here. If you want her blood on your hands, by all means, continue to try to stop me.” When she hears those words, Y/N whimpers and shakes in fear as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. Oh god, how could she have been so stupid? She fell in love with a cannibalistic serial killer and stupidly hoped it would turn out well. And now here she is, being kidnapped with a scalpel held to her neck. Of course, Steve said he wouldn’t hurt her, and when he said those words, she used to believe them…but it’s a whole different scenario when he’s actually holding something to her neck and fucking kidnapping her. Y/N looks over at Nick. Although they clearly don’t like each other anymore, Y/N still stares at him, her eyes wide as she begs and pleads with him to say something, and to not let her go off with a fucking serial killer.

To her horror, Nick doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t even try to fight for her or reason with Steve for her safe return. Y/N gasps.

“It’s just like old times, isn’t it, Nick?” Steve calls, smirking. “But this time...I won.” Nick’s face twists into something unrecognisable. Whether it’s anger, pain, regret or a weird mix of them all, Y/N doesn’t know. Before she can say anything more, Steve pulls Y/N’s shivering body even closer to his chest, and continues to lead her down the hallway until Nick fades from view. “Don’t worry.” Steve reassures her. “It’s just us now Y/N. Always and forever.” He grins, squeezing her tightly. “My beautiful Y/N.”

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supernatural s10e23 brother's keeper (w. jeremy carver)

so here's what i'm gonna try to do. shelve all those ugly feelings about how they handled charlie and (hopefully) not let it completely ruin watching this episode (and the show). i have too much emotional investment in sam and dean to want to walk away entirely, but i also don't want this to turn into a hatewatch.

but gonna say again what a shame it is sam is giving this impassioned speech to cas about saving dean when i can't appreciate it nearly as much as i could have a few seasons ago.

SAM Dean guessed! Cas, What are we supposed to do, huh? Just sit on our asses, do nothing? CASTIEL No. We find Dean. SAM And then what?! The only thing that stopped Cain was death. Do you want to kill Dean? Because I don't. And the only way I know how to save my brother is to cure the Mark. And, yes, I know there will be consequences, but not you, not Dean, not anybody can tell me what those consequences are. So I'm not gonna let my brother destroy himself on a guess. We save Dean.

finally someone as mad as i am about that trope, about how they jump to conclusions and make decisions off bad or no information constantly. really fucking grinds my gears. so, thanks, sam.

DEAN Well, they let her leave the house looking like a whore.

even when will graham's brain was melting, he wasn't a fucking asshole. jesus. dean wasn't this horrible when he was a full fledged demon.

maybe i'll paint rowena some day. she's so pretty and i do love drawing red hair. working on another one of gillian at the moment.

also was wondering the other day if crowley wasn't witchy enough to do the spell. before sam tried to kill him, that is. cooperative-ish somewhat human-ish demon witch who has (apparently) an actual soft spot for the winchesters. obviously wanted to keep rowena on the board and in action but

my tolerance level for this particular variant of asshole dean is at a zero. read the script and fast forwarding this awful interview scene with the parents.

SAM Cas, take this. It's Dean's hair. You need it for the spell.

contemplating how he even got much of his hair. i have hair of a similar length to dean's and i don't need to brush it. maybe he uses something when he styles it? i just use my hands with goop. the only time there's much of it around is after i cut it. so did they have it on-hand already? stockpile of their various leavings. little apothecary drawers of sam and dean's respective locks of hair and nail trimmings.

oh so now they're gonna show the "dark thoughts, creepy visions, violent urges." (10x21)

aha, i have seen this in gif form a number of times. context. everything continues to be fine

CROWLEY Who summons anymore? Couldn't you call? CASTIEL You're not in my contacts list.

all right, that got a small chuckle out of me

kinky

not this again. (5x18) skipping self destructive and going straight to suicidal.

i really enjoy julian richings as Death, and he and jackles play off each other really well. but this trying to make a deal with him, some new made up bullshit about how *dun dun DUN* if no one has the Mark some unspeakable evil dark miasma will destroy everything, it's tiring. reminds me of some improv game where as they pass the story down to the next writer, they have to play off whatever scenario has been set up.

DEAN Brother, I'm done. SAM No. No, you're not. Dean. DEAN Grab a pen. It's time to say goodbye.

i thought i was done with suicide trauma related triggers for the season. silly me

hello improv game. yes, rando dude working at the diner is the immortal oskar of rowena's past. of course.

DEATH Even if I remove Dean from the playing field, we're still left with you, loyal, dogged Sam, who I suspect will never rest until he sets his brother free – will never rest until his brother is free of the Mark, which simply cannot happen, lest the Darkness be set free. Then there was that time you stood me up.

think that's technically on dean, not sam

DEAN Remember when we were in that church, making Crowley human, about to close the Gates of Hell? Well, you sure as hell were ready to die for the greater good then. SAM Yeah, and, Dean, you pulled me back. DEAN And I was wrong. You were right, Sam. You knew that this world would be better without us in it. SAM No, no, no, wait a second. You're twisting my words here, Dean. DEAN Why? Because we -- we track evil and kill it? The family business? Is that it? Look at the tape, Sam. Evil tracks us. And it nukes everything in our vicinity -- our family, our friends. It's time we put a proper name to what we really are and we deal with it. SAM Wait a second. We are not evil. Listen... We're far from perfect, but we are good. That thing on your arm is evil, but not you, not me. DEAN I let Rudy die. How was that not evil? I know what I am, Sam. But who were you when you --when you drove that man to sell his soul... Or when you bullied Charlie into getting herself killed? And to what end? A good end? A just end? To remove the Mark no matter what the consequences? Sam, how is that not evil? I have this thing on my arm, and you're willing to let the Darkness into the world. SAM You were also willing to summon death to make sure you could never do any more harm. You summoned me because you knew I would do anything to protect you. That's not evil, Dean. That's not an evil man. That is a good man crying to be heard, searching for... some other way. DEAN No, there is no other way, Sam. I'm sorry.

halfway convinced me they should have ended this several seasons ago, reunited in heaven and be done with it all.

when dean was beating the shit out of cas i was wondering when sam and dean were gonna get into it. well.

SAM That's enough. Hey, that's enough. You will never, ever hear me say that you -- the real you -- is anything but good. But you're right. Before you hurt...anyone else, you have to be stopped at any cost. I understand. Do it.

i know i'm especially jumpy about dean being ready to die, but sam who i tend to be more bonded with these later seasons, he's ready to die for the greater good quite regularly. or when he thinks it's time. or whatever else. but his comes from a place of being (theoretically) logical and rational, whereas dean's is the opposite. and i guess that's why it pushes my buttons so differently.

all that said, i haven't cried like this from a finale in some number of seasons. but it feels greatly cheapened by the inane plot hoops needed to jump through to get us here.

sam nodding to give the go ahead to kill him is crushing.

i know dean kills death at some point, which is a shame. i'll miss his actor. but i'm guessing now's the time

it's giving twister (1996)

i hate that all this was essentially setup for the new big bad. but we can't have the sam and dean show without these kind of plot hijinks. and trying to come up with new bigger badder bads over time just makes it more and more ridiculous. the reality that there's 5 seasons left to go is really hitting me now.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x23 #rip death #julian richings #sam and dean mush

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 10 months

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Main Negaverse AU. Refresh my memory. World, characters, dynamics, everything. Go! (I only remember the basics). :D

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

You asked for this ;)

SO! Dunno much about the actual Negaverse from the dwd series so things may change if I ever decide to actually watch an episode about it but for now we have this (gonna focus more on the team science aspect of this because that's what most of the stories are about ssldfjdlkj). Oh gosh I've gotta go digging into ye old docs from 2020 help meeee-

So far we've got Scrooge as the evil crime boss overlord over Duckburg. He does whatever the heck he wants and essentially just regularly pillages the city for whatever he wants. He doesn't actually rule anything, he just wreaks havoc and hardly any force is organized against him because everyone's too busy trying to put their lives back together. Gizmoduck acts as his enforcer and is the one who does most of the pillaging, along with being the one who's sent out to squash whatever kind of rebellions come up against that. Gyro is his evil scientist, he makes things that to his vast frustration regularly turn out good and try to rebel against Gyro and Scrooge. He's the most two-faced person ever, he acts like the sweetest person you'll ever meet but then will absolutely stab someone in the back. Said it before but I'm really just going off of this because I absolutely love this idea. Boyd (here called 2-BO still) is so far one of the only inventions that he's managed to keep 'evil', he acts as Gyro's bodyguard and if Gyro ever needs any shady things done and Gizmoduck isn't available, he'll have 2-BO do it. Despite relationships being different in this universe he does still have some genuine affection for 2-BO in there somewhere. Gyro and Fenton just kind of tolerate each other, Fenton's been around long enough to know all about Gyro's nice outward appearance, while also being wholly familiar with the darker side of him. So Gyro doesn't usually bother with being nice to him anymore, and Fenton is just his usual mean and pessimistic self right back at him. I wouldn't call them friends, at least, not on a surface level, but they've known each other long enough that they know each other well and can work well together.

I think I said it in their post but Blue again was one of the Moonvasion clones of course, brought down by one of the Moonlanders (Lunaris was just trying to free Duckburg and the rest of the world from Scrooge's evil-ness). Something about what happened to them acted as a wake-up call, they were able to see how terrible Scrooge (and therefore everyone else who worked with/for him) really was from the outside. When they found out that the rest of the clones had been killed for being excess weight, that finally drove them to do something about all of this. But because the clones were killed, they're terrified of being discovered as one so they do whatever they can not to meet face-to-face with pretty much anyone in their universe. They're afraid of confrontation anyway too, so they do most of their opposing as just quietly sneaking around. They're terrified of Fenton, and he gets a special kind of delight out of messing with them. They've never actually fainted around him (yet), but it isn't for a lack of him trying. They can't stand how fake Gyro comes off most of the time, but they know firsthand how ruthless he can be so they stay well away from him whenever possible. And tbh it's really fun to think about my stories switched over to the Negaverse, because like any wholesome moment or happy ending is the opposite. Mads and Fenton bleeding out in the snow and having a nice heart-to-heart before being saved? Could that be changed to Fenton trying to kill Blue before they managed to get back at him in self-defense, and when Gyro went to get Fenton he left Blue there to die? Gyro being kidnapped by F.O.W.L. and Mads and Fenton going to rescue him? Or Fenton forcing Blue to tell him where Gyro is and making them be his hostage?? And angst would be the opposite here too- switching Here's My Day so Far so it's Blue staying with F.O.W.L. for a few months before Fenton comes and kidnaps them and holds them hostage at his house, before making them come along to rescue Gyro from F.O.W.L. (and possibly hurt their F.O.W.L. agent friends- wait maybe in this universe Bradford's death was on accident??? 👀) too. Anyway. It's fun.

Story starts when Scrooge tells Gyro and Fenton to go ask the Negaverse people (who they know about somehow... haven't worked that out yet) for help defeating F.O.W.L.. NScrooge says he'll help, but only if they pick someone for a fight against his champion. His only condition is that whoever they pick, their weapons have to be homemade. Because the armor was largely made by Gyro, they go ask Mads, who made the weapons in his hand himself. When they head back to the Negaverse with him they discover that NScrooge's champion is NGizmoduck, and the two have a very intense and also very sexually charged fight, where Mads wins (but it's implied that NFenton let him win 'cause someonessssssss catching feelings already ;)). And I was originally thinking from there that they just kind of immediately fall for each other, but lately I’ve been thinking it would be really fun if they had some sort of enemies-to-lovers things going on where they take turns kidnapping each other, and it's left unspoken but they both know that for the most part this is just a game. Eventually they do confess and after that their relationship is mostly just little dates in each of their universes, telling each other how different things went down and how their respective universe even works (never resolved the 'negaverse people are now fighting F.O.W.L. too' thing here because LISTEN this was just an elaborate scheme to get these two together slsdjflsdjflsj). I haven't worked out how Mads met Blue yet, don't know if he went looking for them on purpose or somehow they just ran into each other. Blue is scared of Mads and his universe at first- because everyone there knows that Mads (and therefore Blue) is a clone of Gyro, and they're afraid that someone is going to tell someone in their universe about that too. Blue does eventually warm up to Mads (and Mads really tries to be their friend), though they are very distrusting of Gyro and Fenton because no matter how nice they are to them they'll always have that first impression of NGyro and NFenton.

I’m thinking that the relationship between NFenton and Blue does get better while Mads is there, he’s close with both of them and isn’t gonna tolerate NFenton harassing them at all. That being said!!! (This is where it gets tricky because I don’t know all about how it worked in dwd but this is how I’ve chosen to interpret the basic stuff ik sldlflfm) Their universes do run parallel to each other so if something happens in one, then some kind of version of that happens in another. Now if Mads and Fenton do ever have a major interaction in their universe then some kind of likely negative version happens between NFenton and Blue (and that was actually something really fun I messed around with in one of my stories, someone dies in the Negaverse and now they’ve got to figure out if they can prevent their death in the normal universe, if that’s even possible).

So yeah I think that’s most of what I’ve figured out so far lmk if there’s more you wanna know about 👀

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fruitjedi · 10 months

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Send me to Hell my love

so instead of writing chapter seven of unmatched I wrote this buddie fic. enjoy

Evan “Buck” Buckley knew he loved Eddie Diaz. He knew that and he knew that he more than loved Eddie. But accepting that was harder on a fundamental level. Since he was tiny Buck had been told by his parents that queer people were “bad” or “evil”. So since he was small Buck knew he couldn’t be one of them, he couldn’t be queer, he couldn’t be evil.

That was before Eddie Diaz came along with his sweet smile like fresh-made honey and his adorable son who stole Bucks's heart. But Buck couldn’t be queer. He just couldn’t. He’d been raised that it was so bad and he didn’t want to be bad. So he threw himself into straight relationships. He liked those too. This could work.

Or so Buck thought. Soon Eddie was everywhere. He was ingrained in Buck’s life. He was Buck’s partner both in and out of work. But Buck couldn’t be queer. He couldn’t.

That’s why at 11 pm late on a Friday night (After movie night had ended) Buck showed up at Maddie’s sobbing, just absolutely, completely broken.

Maddie was barely able to make out something about Eddie and evil. So once her brother calmed down she asked him to elaborate.

“My feelings for Eddie aren’t right. They always said boys like girls and girls like boys and god forbid you switch from one to other and- god Maddie I’m so broken”

Maddie thought for a moment. Their parents had definitely messed Buck up good. “Evan, Aren’t you friends with Hen and Karen? How would you feel if someone called them broken?”

“That’s different there my friends. I loved them no matter what. I’d defend them of course I would but what does that have to do with anything”

Maddie sighed and patted her brother on the shoulder “Don’y you consider yourself to be a friend?”

Buck didn’t have an answer for that.

“Wait,” Maddie said remembering “isn’t tonight movie night? Why aren’t you at Eddie’s”

Buck broke down in tears “I kissed him, Maddie. I kissed him and it was so wrong of me I’m gonna go to hell, and I’m gonna be evil, and I’m gonna lose Eddie, and Mom and Dad are gonna sever whatever’s left of our relationship.”

Oh. Maddie thought. He was scared their parents would hate him and he was scared his best friend would leave him. Her little brother was scared This was gonna be harder than just citing he had queer friends. “Evan, It’ll be ok, He’s not gonna hate you he’s probably worried, And about our parents screw what they think they fucked us up good and they don’t deserve to be in our lives if their not gonna support who you love”

“I know I just don’t want to give up on them,” Buck said after a while

“I know, but you’ve given them so many chances and they really overdid it this time”

Buck and Maddie talked for a while longer before eventually Buck pulled himself together and by 3 am he was knocking on Eddie's door. To Buck’s surprise, he opened it almost instantly.

“You have a key,” Eddie said exhausted

Buck nodded and looked at his shoes “I know, I just thought after everything that happened-”

Eddie interrupted him “Yeah what was that it looked like you had a panic attack, I was worried about you”

Buck smiled “Your.. you're not mad I kissed you?”

“No, why would I be?”

Buck took a deep breath “Cause we’re both guys”

Eddie smiled “Yeah and? I like guys Buck. Remember that guy Pepa set me up with Robin?”

Buck looked sheepishly at the ground “I thought that was a girl”

Eddie shook his head and walked closer “Are you mad you kissed me?”

Buck’s eyes started to tear up at how well Eddie knew him “Yeah, I ran to Maddie’s. I got freaked out”

“But your back home now”

Buck beamed at the thought of Eddie’s house being home “Yeah, I am”

“Good” Eddie took bucks hand and lead him to his bedroom “No sleeping on the couch tonight mi amor”

Buck looked around at the room and the man smiling at him, holding his hand and grounding him. “Yeah, no more couch ever”

#fanfic #911 buddie #911 eddie #911 fic #911 fox #911 evan buckley #911 buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #maddie buckley

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You’re my kinda lover; Part 1 Steve’s POV 1/1 Part 2 Eddie's POV 1/2

Rating: T Word count: 5k Also read on AO3

“You’re telling me, you’ve never seen Eddie perform??” Robin squawked one day at Steve in Family Video. It was a slow Thursday afternoon in May, the wind howled at the door, which made the bell jingle ominously.

He flicked the magazine he was reading and sighed, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“How? You guys are friends? Aren’t you?” Robin pressed, leaning back against the counter and staring at him for an answer.

He gulped, sitting up straighter in his seat so he could hide his face in the pages of the glossy paper. Sure, he and Eddie were friends, but not that close. Like, they’d gotten high and hung out, but nothing more than superficial cigarette smoking and chatting.

“Look! Not all of us can become everyone’s closeted lesbian best friend. There’s tension, it’s… it’s a lot harder for us,” Steve explained dully, face still hidden from his best friend.

She scoffed at his answer, deep red painted nails pulled the magazine away from his face, “Look, he’s got a show coming up at the end of the month. I dare you to get close enough to have him invite you, because he’s…” She sighed dreamily and her gaze was far away, “Magical.”

“Slow your rocker there, Buckley. Sounds like you’re falling in love with him,” Steve chuckled, knowing that there was no way in hell that would ever happen.

“Yeah, well, you tell me after you see him,” Robin arched an eyebrow at him daringly.

“Fine, I take your damn dare, now would you drop it,” Steve agreed begrudgingly.

“Yes!” Robin yipped, fist pumping the air.

The rest of their shift went just as any regular Thursday would go after that. Some bashful dad brought in his screaming children, they rented Back to the Future and he left them a tip just for dealing with the loud noises. An old lady came and rented some black and white movie Steve didn’t recognise, but Robin was all over. It neared close, and the bell rang once more before they could lock up. Steve turned his head from the elastic he’d been twirling between his finger and the counter.

“Hiya, big boy,” Eddie Munson drawled, leaning over the counter with his hands joined and an enormous grin spread over his lips.

“Hmph,” Steve greeted, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach from the casual return of the metalhead's trademark nickname for him.

“Eddie!” Robin called, joining them in a sliding halt from the back.

“What are we getting tonight?” Eddie asked, curiously searching the back to see if the girl had put a movie aside for them.

“It’s a surprise,” She singsonged, which caused the curly haired man to roll his eyes.

“Well, Steve, are you joining us tonight?” Eddie asked, just as he always did on Thursday’s, it was Robin and Eddie’s movie night and he’d been avoiding going for reasons he’d rather not think about.

“Um,” He was going to decline but then remembered Robin’s dare from earlier, “Yes, I am.”

Eddie’s brows shot up into his bangs, those huge eyes searched Steve’s face for the punchline, which never came.

“Right-o, Steve,” Eddie clapped, rubbing his hands together as if he was concocting a plan, “Hope you like horror movies.”

“How do you know I picked a horror movie?” Robin asked, an incredulous look on her face.

Eddie just grinned before turning around to saunter out, “You always do, Buckley. If I was someone else, I’d think you were trying to snuggle up to me or something.”

“Can it, Munson,” Robin retorted, flipping the metalhead off. Steve just stared at them with his mouth agape, their friendship was—oh how had Robin put it last year? Something about Carinthian. Doesn’t matter. It was an enigma to Steve.

“What did you rent?” Steve asked, eyes still focused on Eddie’s van as the mad man whirled around in the parking lot manically.

“Evil Dead,” Robin produced the VHS from behind her back. Steve took in the cover, no recognition of it passed through his mind, not even maybe seeing it play at a drive thru when he was on a date.

“Cool, I’ve never seen it,” Steve supplied, even though he knew Robin already knew that.

She smiled at him before hopping over the counter to sweep the floors before they had to cash out and lock up. Steve rolled his eyes at her, his head shook with a laugh as he clicked the button on the yellowing till that closed it down for the night.

It took them under an hour to finish everything up and lock the door. The darkened building solemnly wished him and Robin a till next time.

Robin practically skipped over to Steve’s parked BMW, dust and other grime having collected on the sides of her from the day spent there. He hated leaving her parked there all day, preferring to park her on the street, but he was able to keep an eye on the car if she was parked in the lot.

“Come on!” Robin whined, wiggling the handle back and forth as she waited for Steve to unlock the doors.

“I’m coming. Jesus, hold your horses,” He muttered, keys dangling as he pushed the correct one into the lock.

“Alright! To the trailer park!” Robin whooped as she threw herself into his car, not even wiping her shoes before she got in.

“Are we really about to go to the same place that gnarly ass gate opened up, and Eddie almost died, to watch a horror movie?” Steve questioned, shivers ran up his spine as the memories of last year creeped into his mind.

“I mean. At least we don’t have to live there,” Robin joked hesitantly, her gaze drawn outside and she waved goodbye to the store as they pulled out onto the empty downtown street.

“I guess so,” Steve muttered, he pressed his foot on the gas and made the familiar path to Eddie’s home.

Steve parked in the overgrown visitor lot, rusted bikes and old toys tossed in the other spot. The sun had long since set by then and there was hardly any light in the neighborhood, besides the cast of light from people's windows who were making dinner in their homes. He tried not to stare inside of the homes, curiosity getting the best of him. It was interesting when he saw the vastly different ways people lived; cozy and close together, warm lights, dinners cooked with family, watching a movie together.

The feeling of kinship he’d never had at home. It made him jealous. He shook his head and pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his Levi’s.

Robin hopped up the creaking steps that led to Eddie’s front door. Steve stalled, standing a few steps behind his friend. He threw a glance toward Max’s trailer, a small light on in the living room, a soft smile glinted on his cheeks from just knowing that she was alive and okay.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie’s drawling voice interrupted the otherwise quiet park. Steve turned his head back to his destination and felt something catch in his throat. Eddie was leaning in the doorway; the man’s pale biceps exposed by the black muscle tee he was wearing, long black curls fell over his shoulders, glinting in the night showing he must’ve recently had a shower.

“Heya Harrington,” Eddie smirked, one of his canines peaked out from his mouth. Steve felt his stomach flutter with butterflies, he rested his hands on his hips and huffed out a laugh.

“What? Surprised I actually showed up?” Steve arched an eyebrow and flashed his flirt of the year grin at the metalhead. Usually that garnered a flush and bashful duck from the ladies, but not Eddie. Steve would have to try harder.

“Nope! Come on in you two,” Eddie clapped, swirling around and holding the door open for them.

Steve scuffed his shoes off on a worn welcome mat. Eddie was still wearing his white sneakers, so Steve assumed it was safe to keep his own on. Steve let his eyes wander around the living room of the Munson trailer; there was a shelf hanging next to the kitchen all sorts of mugs littered the multiple levels, the overhead light on the oven was on, and the whole place had an aroma tomato soup which was probably coming from the abandoned pot on the stove.

“Popcorn? Beer?” Eddie asked, voice higher than normal with what Steve assumed was excitement.

“I’ll have a beer,” He smiled, leaning against the kitchen’s island. He tried to catch Eddie’s gaze but was out of luck. The man was bouncing around the kitchen, humming to himself as he pulled out a pot.

“Sure, yeah! They’re in the fridge!” Eddie waved toward the fridge, distracted by whatever he was doing on the stove.

Robin, who had been quieter since they’d gotten inside the house, opened the fridge. She handed Steve a beer, grabbing two more for herself and their host.

“What’s he doing?” Robin hissed, handing the beers to Steve to open them. Shrugging as he pulled the bottle opener he had on his keychain.

“What’re you doing?” Steve asked, sidling up next to Eddie and peering over his basically bare shoulder. He saw that ever present grin slide onto Eddie’s face, eyes flickering around as he pulled out measuring spoons and a bottle of oil.

“Making popcorn?” Eddie’s brow arched, sticking his tongue out to the corner of his mouth in concentration as the oil drizzled out into the bowl of the spoon.

“In a pot?” He asked, leaning casually against the counter and watching curiously. Eddie nodded wordlessly, pouring a cup of kernels into the pot and topping it off with another tablespoon of oil.

“So!” Eddie put the lid to cover the heating kernels, “Whatcha rent, Buckley?”

“Evil Dead,” Robin declared, holding the VHS up from her spot on the old brown couch. Her converse clad feet were resting on a worn coffee table. Steve was in awe of the comfortability the girl had in Eddie’s house. Much more than his own, and they were best friends. He tried to will away the flare of jealousy that burned in his stomach.

“Ahh ha, a classic,” Eddie jumped over the arm and crouched next to her, reaching out and swiping the cassette from her hands.

“You’ve seen it?” Steve asked, still standing in the kitchen where he’d been left.

“Of course, saw it when it came out in theaters at Starcourt,” Eddie muttered as his eyes perused the back blurb. Steve nodded silently and pushed off the counter to settle in an equally lived-in armchair, the stale smell of cigarettes wafted out from the fabric.

Steve opened his mouth to reply and say something about Scoops Ahoy, but was startled by the sudden sound of popping.

“Jumpy, huh?” Eddie chuckled, pushing himself up from the crouching position he was in.

Steve felt like an idiot as he gaped, struggling to find a response to the metalhead’s comment. Robin smirked at him from her comfortable spot, the girl having slumped further into the cushions. He raised a brow at her and took a long sip from his beer. When had he decided to flirt his way into getting an invitation to Eddie’s show? Steve doesn’t remember, and yet that was exactly what he was doing.

The aroma of fresh popcorn filled the space, there was clanging from the kitchen where Steve assumed Eddie was stirring in the butter. He peeked over the island and watched, Eddie flung his hair over his shoulder, Steve gulped as his eyes followed the line of muscle that formed when the curly haired man tightened his grip on a white plastic bowl. He felt his face heat from the blush that was blossoming over his cheeks, looking away quickly and focusing on thumbing at the label of his beer. The condensation made it a lot easier to mess with it, little bits of wadded up paper landing in his lap.

“So, we’ve got beer and popcorn,” Eddie announced, standing with the bowl in between his forearm and hip, “Anyone for a little herbal refreshment before we get this show on the road?”

“I’m in,” Steve responded, a bit too quickly in his mind. Robin and Eddie didn’t seem to think so, both grinning at him.

“Ahhh, if only younger me could see me now, smoking marijuana with King Steve and some band nerd,” Eddie chuckled, bending down to place the popcorn on the table.

Steve watched the metalhead rummage around in a small tin that was on the table, humming a noise of satisfaction when he pulled up a freshly rolled joint.

Robin groaned dramatically as she picked herself from the couch to follow Eddie out to the front stoop, Steve tight on her heels.

“We can’t smoke inside?” Steve asked, an observation he was wondering about because there were ashtrays in the house.

“Nah, Buckley hates it,” Eddie mumbled, lips holding the weed between them. The metalhead brought a lighter up to the twisted end and sparked the flame. Steve watched him take in a deep breath, chest rising and then heavily letting go of the thick smoke, he let out a cough and smiled at Robin before passing it off to her.

“Thanks,” She muttered, her leg tapped with anxiety and anticipation as she hit the joint. She coughed more than Eddie, but that was expected.

As Robin passed him the smoking stick Steve felt his own anxiety creeping up the back of his neck, he tried to keep his focus on the actual motions of taking a hit instead of whether or not he’d cough. He’d smoked weed before, but after the Russians, not in a very long time.

"Alright, pass it along, Harrington,” Eddie pressed impatiently, fingers held out and scissoring at the joint.

Steve didn’t answer, mind engrossed inhaling the smoke easily to further impress Eddie. When he was sure most of the smoke was out of his lungs, he passed it off to Eddie before he could start coughing, which would most likely result in dropping the fragile paper into the damp grass below his feet.

Eddie thanked Steve, then he felt it, the burn rolling up his esophagus treacherously. He brought his elbow up to his mouth and hacked into it twice, eyes watering when it finally subsided.

“Dammit,” Robin cursed, producing a couple of bills from her pocket and handing them off to Eddie. Steve looked between them incredulously.

“What the hell did you even bet on? If I would smoke the damn thing or?” Steve chastised, that sick embarrassment rolled around his stomach along with the few sips of beer he’d had.

“What, no, we bet on whether you’d literally die from smoke inhalation or not,” Robin explained quickly, reaching a hand out to comfort him.

“Oh, well, isn’t that just like a given,” Steve felt his stomach settle, watching Robin as she took another hit and coughing more than she had before.

“Not necessarily,” Eddie piped up from where he’d quietly been holding in his last hit. Steve turned to look at the other man. He realized Eddie had bet that Steve wouldn’t cough very much, and butterflies erupted in his stomach.

“So, you bet I wouldn’t?” Steve drawled, leaning heavily onto one foot in a flirty stance. He could’ve sworn a blush bloomed on Eddie’s cheeks, but it was too dark outside for him to really tell.

“Yeah, man. I’ve sold to Tommy for the untouchable King Steve parties way back in the day,” Eddie answered truthfully. Steve’s heart fell at the mention of his old self, then he remembered all the late night walks they accidentally bumped into each other, sharing a joint then and he smiled, liking the idea that those hang outs were his and Eddie’s secret.

“Right,” Steve chuckled, anxiously rubbing at the back of his neck. Taking another hit and then passing it quickly to Eddie, their fingers knocked against each other and a spark shot up his arm.

The metalhead smiled at him in thanks and said nothing more, just taking the last few drags of the joint and squashing it below his foot. Steve followed behind Eddie and Robin back inside the warmth of the trailer, the April air cooling rapidly and the smell of petrichor hit his nose.

“Let's get this started!” Eddie clapped, reaching down and grabbing the VHS to slip into the tape player.

Robin settled into the couch on the right corner, Steve went to sit down but remembered his beer was left on the island counter. He turned to grab it and when he swiveled back around, Eddie had plopped himself right in between Robin; she poked at him and said something, which in turn made both of them throw their heads back and laugh.

Steve frowned, feeling left out. When he thought back on it, The two of them had invited him to this more than once, he’d just always had babysitting duties or he just was exhausted from work.

“Don’t be shy,” Eddie patted the spot next to him and threw his feet up onto the coffee table, his own beer in hand.

“Why would I,” Steve muttered as he bent down and finally settled into the couch cushions. It was damn comfortable, he wiggled himself a bit more and finally let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in.

“Thanks for letting me come,” Steve whispered as the trailers started, Robin reached behind Eddie and stuck her finger in his ear. He swatted her away before clutching her hand to squeeze in thanks. She scrunched her nose, then jumped when a loud noise came from the TV.

“No problem, man,” Eddie said, eyes distracted by watching the scenes playing in front of him.

Steve smiled gratefully and he took a sip of his beer, waiting for the movie to begin. The wonky camera movements made his head spin, but he was intrigued, to say the least. Growing up, he had had no one around to watch horror movies with him and Tommy always was too chickenshit to go with him to see any. Then everything with the Upside Down happened, and he’d just thought they were pointless after that.

Eddie looked excited though the longer the movie progressed, bouncing when the 5 friends in the car arrived at the cabin they were staying at, which Steve rolled his eyes at only because he knew most if not all of them were going to be dead by the end of the movie.

Steve polished off his beer, and stood to grab another, “Round 2?” He asked, eyes on Robin and Eddie.

“Yes, please!”

“Why not,”

Eddie and Robin said at the same time, the two of them looked at each other and started laughing, talking over the movie and making fun of a character by name. He leaned over and grabbed the beers, cracking the caps off on the island before passing them to his friends.

“Y’know, you guys can talk during the movie, I don’t care,” Steve announced as he sat back down. Eddie’s gaze was stuck on his face and he tried not to stare right back; those dark brown eyes burrowing into the side of his face and a surprised grin snuck onto those flush pink lips.

Steve took in a quiet, deep breath before he settled back into his seat. Eddie’s thigh pressed right against his own and his bare arm was looped over the back of the couch playing with a loose thread. He was acutely aware of the metalhead’s proximity; it made his heart stutter and his mouth dried up. The last time he’d had this feeling was, Jesus, maybe Nancy? But the way Eddie was sitting was so different, he was used to being in the other man’s position.

He was high. That’s the only explanation he had for what he did next, he leaned back and whispered a comment into Eddie’s ear. He relished when he saw the pink tinge on the tips of them. Ha, one point to himself. The sweet blush stayed there and other than the slight discoloration, the metalhead seemed fine, smiling at Steve and huffing out a laugh, nudging him with his knee.

“Totally, man,” Eddie muttered. Robin eyed the two of them curiously and leaned over to get closer on the couch.

“You guys can’t keep secrets from me, what the hell,” She hissed while a character on screen was creeping through the woods.

“I just said her pants looked uncomfortable,” Steve rolled his eyes at his best friend, shifting as he got squished more and more into the couch arm, “Can you guys scoot a bit, I’m getting crammed up against the arm.”

“Eddie doesn’t have cooties, Steve,” Robin sighed, but she shuffled over so the metalhead could take up more space on her side.

Steve relished in his new found space and wiggled around to finally settle in, even though they were about 30 minutes into the movie. His cheeks were warm, head foggy, and he felt comfortable. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this at peace in a group setting, but it was nice. His muscles continued to relax and he let his head loll backward right onto Eddie’s forearm, which still was cradling the back of the couch. A pattering in his chest kicked off and ran as he waited for the man to pull away, but he never did, so Steve relaxed again.

As the movie kicked off, Steve could feel his eyes closing and his head bobbing, then his eyes fell shut and he was asleep. Nothing in his dreams except the quiet dark. He doesn’t know how long he’d drifted off for, but he was awakened by the gentle caress of someone’s thumb on his hip, it was soft and barely there but he’d been drawn enough to it to be pulled out of his nap. The movie, surprisingly, was still going, and the thumb, well the thumb, belonged to none other than Eddie Munson, who’d wrapped an arm around him and held him up in his sleep.

“You missed the best part,” Eddie mumbled, voice low and rumbled deep out of his chest.

“Mhm, what was that?” Steve yawned, throwing his arms up in a stretch, letting his body shift closer into the metalhead’s side.

“Guess we’ll just have to watch it again, Big Boy,” Eddie mumbled. Steve’s stomach fluttered with excitement, point what 4 or 5 to Munson.

Steve hummed his response and curled in closer to Eddie, the weed still fuzzing his mind and making the new onset of flirting with a man much easier. He heard a choked off snore from Eddie’s other side, coming from Robin who was sound asleep, mouth open and puffing out heavy breaths.

“She’s been out long before you, I think,” Eddie explained, eyes still trained on the TV screen. The movie seemed almost over from the look of it.

“Makes sense, I can never make her sit through movies when she comes over, especially if substances are involved,” Steve chuckled, a spear of fire burning up his side from where Eddie’s thumb started mindlessly moving again. He wasn’t even sure if the man was aware he was doing it.

“Well, yeah, you seem to only pick the boringest romcoms,” Eddie joked, head turning in his direction ever so slightly for the first time since Steve had woken up in this position.

Their faces were so close his nose almost touched Eddie’s, he wondered what would happen if he leaned forward and kissed the man, that thought was quickly squashed when he realized that Eddie was making fun of his taste in movies. He squinted his eyes at Robin's sleeping form in a mock of betrayal, “There is nothing wrong with a simple, boring movie, Munson.”

Eddie bared his teeth in a smile and shook his head, “That’s what you think.”

Steve only shook his head in response, turning his attention away from Eddie’s lips, which were getting too close for the situation they were in. And by situation, he meant watching a horror movie with some dude he saved the world with, his best friend and never having acted on an attraction beyond the opposite sex.

The credits rolled and Steve stayed still, waiting for Eddie to get up and move first. It took until a particularly loud part of the score came on for his host to jump up and turn it off, leaving Steve cold in his corner of the couch.

“Okay, I’m going to leave sleeping beauty there. Yep, she somehow already found the blanket,” Eddie whispered, an eyebrow raised in amusement at the sleeping girl.

Steve stood up and stretched out his arms, reveling in the feeling of Eddie’s eyes on the bare stretch of stomach that most definitely was revealed from under his shirt. He may have done that on purpose.

“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll hit the floor,” Eddie said as he led Steve back to his room. He stared at pictures of Wayne and Eddie that hung along the corridor.

“Dude, we were just cuddling on your couch, I really don’t mind sharing,” Steve laughed, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck awkwardly.

Eddie turned to look out of the corner of his eyes at him, then smiled and nodded, “Okay, Harrington. Just wanted to gauge the situation here.”

“What do you mean?” Steve hissed as they passed Wayne’s room. Eddie shrugged and opened his door to a dimly lit room filled with posters and that smelled exactly like Eddie.

“Welcome, to my mind,” Eddie bowed dramatically for Steve to enter.

Cassettes littered the floor around a boombox, there were a few Vinyls on a shelf next to a dresser that had clothes coming out of the drawers like the vines from the Upside Down, the fabrics of more shirts and pants also covered the floor. Eddie’s bed was new, however.

“Ah yes, compliments from the government,” The metalhead explained when he saw Steve staring at the bed, the last time he’d seen it uncovered it had stains all over it and the coloring was off from the original white it had been.

“I’d offer you a toothbrush if I had one but you’re shit outta luck, dude,” Eddie said, shucking off his pants to reveal grey boxers underneath. He averted his eyes from the expanse of pale legs that had been exposed.

“It’s all good, man,” He said before pulling on the thick leather of his belt so he could crawl into the comfort of a bed.

Eddie jumped onto the bed, muscle tee still covering his chest, he pushed open the window a crack and let the wind whisper notes into the quiet room, “It gets really stuffy in here, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Steve pulled the covers up and slipped under the heavy material, casting a look over at the lamp on the bedside table, “Should I?”

The metalhead wordlessly nodded as he got comfortable on his side, slipping the multitudes of rings off his fingers and placing them along the windowsill. Steve reached an arm out and felt around for the switch, turning it off and enveloping them into darkness.

“Night, Steve,” Eddie said through a yawn.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” He mumbled, moving onto his side so he faced Eddie’s body, the man positioned on his back with an arm thrown over his head.

It took him a few minutes of listening to the sound of their breathing slowing down till it evened out, his eyes fell closed, and he fell into a deep sleep. For the first time in months Steve slept uninterrupted by horrible nightmares, feeling only the comfort of a body next to him and what may have been arms wrapped around his torso.

When he woke the next morning, there was a grip on his hip, pressing into the scar tissue over his t-shirt he’d slept in. The thing that had pulled him out of his slumber was the stupid problem he had any time he was in bed with anyone, even Robin, he cast his foggy gaze downward to the tent in his underwear and cursed.

Eddie moved behind him, mumbling something in his sleep and then moving into his back closer. Steve’s cheeks flushed when he felt the man’s face press tightly against his spine. He’d never been in such close proximity to someone he liked but couldn’t have, he always could have, but not with Eddie.

Steve squeezed his eyes shut, imagining all sorts of terrible scenarios from his time in the Upside Down, willing his issue down. It worked, pictures of the Demogorgon screeching in his face cooling him down, then Eddie had to make it so much worse.

The metalhead shifted even closer, encircling Steve’s waist and bringing their bodies flush together; Knees hit the back of his own, a cool nose pressed to the bare stretch of skin of his neck. Shit, he was going to have to exit the bed before it was a real problem. He brought his hands down to where Eddie’s were connected low on his stomach and gently pried them apart, and somehow in his sleep, the man took that as the go ahead to hold his hand. Steve blushed furiously as he lay there in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. He was holding hands with Eddie Munson in the man’s twin sized bed. And his heart was damn near singing.

Biting his lip, he tried again, he slipped one of his legs out of the bed and tried to reach the floor and his body slipped further off the bed, this caused Eddie to move in closer, almost like he was chasing Steve.

“Where ya going?” A low gravelly voice tumbled from Eddie, Steve froze, their hands were still tangled together and he was half off the mattress, he probably looked like an idiot.

“Steve!!” A high pitched yell came from the living room, Robin had woken up and there was an urgency in her tone, “I’m going to be late, shit!”

“I’ve gotta drive Robin to work, sorry,” Steve explained, a pang of guilt pounded out of his heart.

“M’kay,” Eddie said sleepily, releasing Steve from his grip, “You coming back or you got--”

Steve stood up and quickly found his pants on the floor, pushing his legs in and doing them up securely. His problem surprisingly vanished the moment he heard his best friend calling for him, “I’ve got some errands to run, but we should hang out again soon.”

“Mm, yeah,” For the first time that morning, Eddie’s dark eyes opened, the sun illuminating every brown strand, they were beautiful, “I’ve got a show in a couple of weeks, you should come?”

Steve couldn’t help the feeling of gratification that soared through his veins, grinning toward the closed door, “Yeah, I’ll come. See ya, Eddie.”

The metalhead sleepily covered his eyes with a forearm and waved blindly at him, Steve’s face was flushed and he felt satisfied as hell. With that, he stepped out of the room and made his way over to Robin quickly.

“Sorry, let's go,” Steve apologized, shooing his friend out of the trailer. One of her brows was raised suspiciously, but he mouthed later at her.

Once in his car Robin pulled down the mirror and licked at her fingers so she could clean up the mascara that had formed small black smudges under her eyes, “I heard you got the invite?”

“Ha, yeah, dude was half asleep, but I’ll take it,” Steve cursed the blush that creeped up his neck as he remembered all the events that just happened, “Still won your dare though.”

“Yes, yes you did, Steve,” Robin laughed, eyeing him in a way that made him feel like there was something he missed along the way. She leaned over and turned up the radio, Freddie Mercury’s crooning vocals drifted out of the speakers and he smiled.

When he pulled into the parking lot of Family Video, the song ‘Foolin’ Around’ was just coming to a close, Robin hopped out and rushed out a goodbye. He watched her fumble with the keys as she struggled to get the right one out to unlock the door. He chuckled and shook his head at her, pulling out of the lot and starting toward his home.

‘ Now you say you're leaving me I just can't believe it's true’

The lyrics of the next song on his tape started, and he ducked his head bashfully as the ghostly feeling of Eddie’s arms wrapped around his waist. It had been so… nice, just to be held. And the man had been so soft, not just in the morning but even the night before while they watched the movie.

‘I wanna little bit of feeling Little bit of sunshine to my life,’

The song picked up the pace and Steve hummed along, drumming along to the beat on his steering wheel. A huge smile burst onto his face, it almost hurt, and he didn’t care. The sun was shining high and bright, early morning birds chirped loudly, almost singing along with the song. He rolled down his window to let the wind blow through his sleep mussed hair, happily he opened his mouth and sang along loudly;

‘Just step right into my heart Come a little closer Don't tell me that it's over Make a brand new start,’

Steve avoided the thought of what probably could never be, for that moment, he wanted to cherish the giddy feeling he had bubbling up inside of him. He totally could be Eddie’s kind of lover, if only the man would let him.

Eddie’s POV part 1

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master-k0hga · 4 months

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| Also Monsieur Blackheart because he is a vile old fool who is willingly trying to sabotage the happiness of his grandson..

Also being nasty and trying to steal his partner cuz he is, in fact, a creep- Also cuz his grandson is more successful than he is and he's got envy in his mind as well as money.. Anyways.. This is something somewhat new to this blog now as I'm getting into my species related project that has been off and on (mostly on hiatus) that I've worked on (or had in my drafts) since later 2016 early 2017 if I remember correctly...??

I'unno- But to get the gist; What feels like a lifetime ago I created a species who are known as "Zareans" who reside on a Earth that is like quadruple times our size of another solar system, the country they obviously live in and have civilised is in fact called "Zaria" (original concept was it was a planet but that's too much for my tiny brain-), and yes they do have other neighbouring countries too.. (to which another one is another species I have who I created I think roughly a week after introducing the Zareans back on DA).. But I'll get to those guys another time as I have a couple OCs relating to those.. Zareans are pretty much the same as what we are and do but their technology is far more advanced and properly developed to an extent. Their country is also categorised into three like sectors and also have sub species/races; Upper class (rich elites, giverning and systematic jobs, middle class (average wage, more factory/ retail and office jobs) and bottom class (Still minimum wage, but just more physically active jobs. Not entirely treated fairly however)... It's only a question whether the morals were intended this way or if the views of the public are

Anyways that's enough about that for now, it does get a bit more complicated than that of course, but I'll get to more about that another time... But for now!

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Name: Blake Species: Zarean General Personality: Cold hearted, bitter, evil, malicious, bossy, abusive Height: 19ft Relationship Status: Married

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Murdered his own son by choking him to death and told his grandson that his father had committed suicide; Only to attempt to mentally destroy his will for personal reasons. Some hiw managed yo get away with murder scott free

Was very abusive to Manny (grandson) when he was young, and now Blake just obsessively stalks his partner

Used to be a detective for a few years before being let go and did time for frabricating evidence along with participating shady deals; He's now a thief and has an assistant, who they both work for someone else in the shadows. Of course for fortune

Tends to carry around a crowbar for "maintenance issues" when he's realky just bashing heads of people who either piss him off or who his boss wants snuffed out. He has manic moments so of course he doesn't stop at blood

Despite being such an evil individual, he actually ever really fell in love with his wife before she abruptly died of an illness; Rumoured that could've triggered his reason of becoming so vile and immoral, or if he was always this scummy but just knew how to hide it

He actually wrote a book one time about his childhood and had actually got it published, that was back in his early 30's when he was starting out as an author before giving it up for working as a detective

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The majority of my OCs are actually from this species so of course you'll see more of these guys than any of my other OCs.. They all used to be fan characters for the Slenderverse fandom before I changed them completely into their own thing.. And I have pretty much been doing the same thing for every fan character that I've ever created no matter the fandom. The fact that I've been doing this every time is mad, I might as well just not have fan characters in general then lol...

Oh well that's all I've got in the meantime- I'm slowly but surely just trying to either finish up or get on with re-drawing some very old OCs which I think will take me some time especially if I don't feel motivated with some of their designs.. So that kinda sucks but I'll get there eventually.... I hope...

Anyways I'm done for now-

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seaside-writings · 2 years

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Hello, all you wonderful people!

I hope you're all ready for another super long prompt list because today is the 10th anniversary of the one and only "Gravity Falls" which to this day is still one of my favorite shows in existence.

The world-building and the characters are top-notch in my opinion, and it doesn't matter how many times I watch it, it never gets old and I doubt it ever will.

This amazing show that touched so people first aired in 2012 on June 15th, where it completely stole my heart thanks to a gnome puking up a rainbow.

Since then it's become one of my comfort shows and never fails to put a smile on my face, so celebrate "Gravity Falls" and all its weirdness, I've made this prompt list of all of my favorite bits of dialogue from every character.

I do hope you all enjoy this prompt list, and if it doesn't help you write, I at least hope it makes you smile and gives a little bit of nostalgia.

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙

Prompt List:

"You think the world makes sense? NOTHING MAKES SENSE! SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL MAKE NONSENSE!" - "You're scared. Of growing up. And who could blame you; I'm scared, too," - "Remember! Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!" - "Three, four, five, six," "Your wife is going to be beautiful!" "Yes!" "Come on, we've got a big break in the case!" "Let's go!" "But will she love me?! - "Romance is like gum: Once it's lost its flavor, you just cram another one in." - If you accidentally eat the prize that comes inside your cereal, does that make you a specially-marked box?" - "He's looking at it, he's looking at it!" "Uhh, do you like me? Yes, definitely, absolutely?" "I rigged it!" - "Do we have a ladder?" "Studies show owning a ladder is more dangerous than a loaded gun. That's why I own ten guns, just in case some fool tries to sneak in here with a ladder," - "You! You can't even imagine what you just cost me! Do you have any idea what I'm like when I'm mad?" - "Is this legal?" "When there's no cops around, anything's legal!" - "Dude, am I a side character?" - "Hey, hey! Let go of my sister!" "Oh, hey there. You know this is all really just a big misunderstanding. You see, your sister's not in any danger. She's just marrying all 1,000 of us and becoming our gnome queen for all eternity. Isn't that right, honey?" "You guys are butt-faces!" - "The future is in the past. Onwards, Aoshima!" - "For one trillion years I've been trapped in my own decaying dimension, waiting for a new universe to call my own," - "Ugghh... I'm never gonna eat or do anything ever again," "Hey! There's still some left!" "EVIL!" - "But you can call me your new lord and master for all of eternity!" - "Songs are like hugs that mouths give to ears!" - "Now, who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?" "YAY!" "Wait, what?" - "I must warn you, these statues come at a terrible price," "Twenty dollars?! I'll just take 'em when you're not lookin'," "What?" "I said I was gonna rob ya," - "You can't force someone to love you. The best you can do is strive to be someone worthy of loving," - "Time is dead and meaning has no meaning. Existence is upside-down and I reign supreme. Welcome, one and all, to Weirdmageddon!" - "Maybe that old guy was crazy after all..." "He did use the word "scrabdoodle"..." - "I don't know. I was in the friend zone, and then he pulled me into the romance zone! It was like quicksand!" - "He thinks there's no heroes in this world, but if we work together and fight back, we can defeat him. You wanna be her hero? Stand up to that psycho, and let us save her!" - "How many of these did you eat!?" "Beleven.. teen..." "Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man," - "You really think you can outwit me, boy? I'm Sherlock bleeding Holmes! Have you seen my magnifying glass?! It's enormous!" - "Face the music, kid. You got no muscles, you smell like baby wipes, and let's not forget last Tuesday's... incident. - "Child, why have you come here? "Multibear, I seek your head! Or, one of them, anyway. There's like...six? Six heads?" - "What was that about?" "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it. Talk about what? Why is this table wet?" - "Food!" "Thanks there, sugar pot. I-I mean honey wasp, kitten baby, b-baby cow," "Ha! Silly... so silly," - "Okay, I'm not actually laid back. I'm stressed, like, 24/7. Have you met my family?" - “Stay curious, stay weird, stay kind, and don't let anyone ever tell you you aren't smart or brave or worthy enough," - "I'm legalizing everything!" - "We're gonna have to break in," "And here are your balloons; blue and pink!" "We're in," - "Oh, look. The "constable!" What are you gonna do? Throw me in "ye stocks?'" - "If you're watching this, you are one of eight people in these United States with clearance to view this information. In fact, I myself will be shot once the filming is complete. What? We're not doing? Ha! Well, that's a relief!" - "He is such a jerk," "Yeah, but he's a jerk with tight pants and a guitar," - "I just wanted to tell you that everyone makes mistakes. And when they do, you should forgive them. And also that tight pants are overrated," "Dude. You lost me," "I know," - "You're under arrest for violation of the Time Traveler's Code of Conduct," "It was those kids! And their leader, Waddles!" "That's a pig," - "You can hide, but you cannot hide!" - "I'll get you for this! I'll go back in time and make sure your parents never meet!" - What's going on out here, dudes? I heard a ruckus. Heh-heh, that's a funny word. "Ruckus"," - "I ate a man alive tonight," - "No, buts except yours out the door. now shut your yap and get to work," - "Well, we're still here," "Guess he forgot to go back," - "A darkness approaches. A day will come in the future when everything you care about will change... Until then I'll be watching you! I'll be watching you..." - Today, I learned that morality is relative!" - "I think I'm gonna go stare at a wall for a while and rethink everything," - "Why sweetheart, I wouldn't hurt a hair on your itty-bitty head. If you agree to be my queen!" "NO! Never! I will fight you till the day I- Gummy Koalas!" - "Oh yeah, this is gonna be your worst plot yet. They're fine; I saw them playing in the yard minutes ago," - "I was awoken by the sound of mockery. Where is it? Show me the object of ridicule!" - "Ow!" "I high-five hard," - "You know, kids? I've been thinkin'. At the end of the day, Summerween isn't about candy or costumes, or even scaring people. It's a day when the whole family can get together at one place and celebrate what really matters... PURE EVIL!" - "I'm giving none of this to charity!" - "YOU CAN RUN, BUT I'LL STILL BE IN YOUR NIGHTMARES!!" - "Maybe this is one story we should keep to ourselves," "Agreed," - "Yeah, dude. That sounds science-y enough to be true," - "Ah, the pool! Sparkling oasis of summer enchantment!" "Yeah, nothing like sitting in a moist tub with strangers. It's like the bus but wet." - "I am the lifeguard. I make the rules, sucka! Boosh!" - "Why would a sun need to wear sunglasses?" "It's best not to think about it," - "Wow, you work here?" "I found out lifeguards get free snack privileges. Plus I get the best seat in the house," "Yeah, you do!" - "Yes, yes... burn the child!" - "How long ya in for?" "Two hours for roughhousing, but I'm innocent!" - "Finally, a good reason to punch a teenager in the face! Let's roll!" - "I have never met anyone like you," "Me too. Except for a zombie, a gnome, and a couple of cute vampires," "I don't remember the vampires," "I don't tell you everything!" - "Well if it makes you feel better, the apocalypse is comin' soon! Bury your gold. You've been buying gold, right?" - "Me? Nothing. This? I was just eating some sour candy...so my lips did that...because the candy was so sour," "Can I have some candy?" "...No," - "Road safety laws prepare to be ignored!" - "Wait a second! Is something rooting through our trash? Hey, hey! Get outta here! Darn beautiful men always eating out of my trash. Wait what?" - "You can't put him outside! There's predators! And barbecues!" "That's just the natural order. It's not my fault your pig's potentially delicious!" - "Oh, I get it. You're trying to guilt me! Well, it ain't working, pal! Who cares if you're her favorite thing in the world? I can live without the kid talking to me all the time. Telling me her jokes... making me laugh," - "I've been cheating the last eight turns," "Haha, that's my girl," - "Here! Deer teeth! For you, kid!" - "Gimme that back or I'll..." "Or you'll what, boy? You'll what? Huh? Huh!? No muscles, no brains - face it, you're nothin' without this!" - "The entire lower half of your body is on fire," "Shhh... we're having a moment," - "Karaoke isn't about sounding good. It's about sounding terrible together," - "All right, you undead jerks, you ready to die twice?!" - "What is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? "Raise the dead," "And what did you do?" "Raise the dead," - "Hey, well at least you can't deny that magic exists anymore, right? "... Kid, I've always known," "What!?" - "The only wrinkly monster who harasses my family is ME!" - "I'm not an idiot, kid, of course, this town is weird and the one thing I know about that weirdness is that it's dangerous. I've been lying about it to try to keep you away from it, to try to protect you from it. Looks like I didn't lie well enough," - "They're slow! Just power-walk away from them!" - "Dude, you're laying on my bra," - "Man, these movies are a lot less scary when you've actually fought real zombies," - "They sure are taking their time in there," "Didn't he say something about a monster!?" "Oh, no! I thought he was joking!" "You know his jokes are terrible!" - "You think you're so clever, don't you? But you have no idea what you're up against. You will never find the author! If you keep digging, you'll meet a fate worse than you can imagine," - "Would it be wrong to punch a child?" - "Don't stay up all night. The last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt," - It was just a job, kid! No hard feelings. And I've been keeping an eye on you since then, and I must say, I'm impressed! "Really?" "Yep, in fact, you deserve a prize! Here, have a head that's always screaming!" - "I'm gonna stop you! I'm going to find that journal before you do, and I'm gonna stop you!" "Heh, but how can you stop me...if you don't exist?" - "Did he just make out with his puppets?" "I might've dodged a bullet there," - "The point is, I like you. How's about you let me give you a hint, huh? I only ask for a small... favor in return," "I'd never do a favor for you! Don't forget who defeated you last time!" "Right, you "defeated me". Well, if you ever change your mind, I'll be here for you, ready to make a deeaaal," - "Movies are great! You watch the movie, you scare the girl, the girl snuggles up next to you - next thing you know, you gotta raise a kid, your life falls apart... Forget that last part," - "Well, that just put me 90 minutes closer to death. Time you kids learned to watch the classics from my day," "Ooooh, old people movies! Get ready for references we don't understand and words we can't repeat," - "Love God! sign my face!" "Only if you sign mine, baby! LET'S GET WEIRD!" - "You're the worst," - "Just gotta splash this sucker with some anointed water and he should be out of your probably fake blonde hair," - "I was right about you all along. You're just as bad as your parents. Another link in the world's worst chain!" - "Look at who you're talking to, boy. I'm hosting a party for the most powerful people in the world. You think they'd come here if they had to rub elbows with your kind?" "My kind?" - "A forest of death, a lesson learned! And now the manor will BURN!" - "Hey, ugly! Over here! You want me to let in the townsfolk? 'Cause I'll do it! Just change everyone back!" "You wish to prove yourself? Pull that lever and open the grand gate to the town! Fulfill your ancestors' promise!" - "Is this thing broken?" "Our family name is broken! And I'm gonna fix it!" - "Ow! Hot Belgian waffles! Wait, I'm alone. I can swear for real! SON OF A..." - "I wanted to say that you're gonna hear some bad things about me, and some of 'em are true, but trust me—everything I've worked for, everything I care about, it's all for this family!" - "Is this the part where one of us faints?" "Oh, I am so on it, dude," - "What...? W-who is that?" "The author of the journals... my brother," - "You owe us some answers: What's the deal with this portal? Why did you keep this a secret?" "And what happened between you and your brother?" "I hope all of this aligns exactly with my fan-fiction. If not, I will be very disappointed," - "Greetings. Do kids still say greetings? I haven't been in this dimension for a really long time," "Whoa, a six-fingered handshake? It's a full-finger friendlier than normal!" "Heha, I like this kid. She's weird," - "Look, you gonna explain what's going on, here? You're acting like Mom after her tenth cup of coffee," "Listen, there isn't must time. I've made huge mistakes and I don't know who I can trust anymore," "Hey, uh, easy there. Let's talk this through, okay?" - "I'd lost him. I didn't know if he was dead or alive in some distant galaxy, but I knew his journal must have the answer to getting him back. Somehow," - "No, no! You don't understand what I've been through! I've been to prison in three different countries! I once had to chew my way out of the trunk of a car! You think you've got problems? I've got a mullet!" - "That's IT?! You finally want to see me after ten years, and it's to tell me to get as far away from you as possible?!" - "Have you come to steal my eyes!?!" - "My boy, do you know what this means? We must stop everything I've been working on at once... and PLAY!" - "Kids, if I die, make sure I get a bigger tombstone than my brother," - "Look, it's time we stop trying to be so "perfect" and be who we really are. We're crazed, angry, sweaty animals! We're not unicorns, we're WOMEN! AND WE TAKE WHAT WE WANT!" - "You lied to me! Where does that portal really lead?!" "Hoho! Looks like Mr. Brainiac finally got smart! Let's just say that when that portal finishes charging up, your dimension is gonna learn how to party! Right, guys?" - "MONEY!" - "TV lied, man! If you can avoid growing up, do it! I'd give anything to be twelve again," - "Well, it's a horrible opportunity for me! I had the worst day of my life! When we turn thirteen, summer ends and I have to leave everything behind. You're the only person I could count on, and now you're leaving me too?!" - "Look, things aren't gonna stay frozen this way. It's part of growing up. Things change. Summer ends," - "At last! At long, long last! The gate between worlds has opened! The event one billion years prophesied has come to pass! The day has come! THE WORLD IS FINALLY MINE!" - "I'll die before I join you!" - "Open up! This is the police. Time Police!" "Just play it cool, ditch the time-punch. Let me do the talking," - "This is crazy! I'm sorry about our fight, and I'm sorry things aren't great right now, but that doesn't mean you can stay in here forever!" - "Look, real-life stinks sometimes, okay, I'm not gonna lie. But there's a better way to get through it than denial, and that's with help from people who care about you," - "I thought you were living a fantasy, but look at me! I actually thought I was gonna stay here and be his apprentice! Spend my entire teens cooped up in a basement with a lab coat? How ridiculous is that? I don't know what's gonna happen in the future, but whatever it is, you don't have to fear because we'll do it together. I'm not taking his apprenticeship. We've traveled to Heck and back to get you and we're goin' back together. Leave this fantasy world. Let's beat this and grow up together," - "You mean it? You're really coming home with me?" "Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Awkward sibling hug?" "... Sincere sibling hug," - "Aw, man, I never noticed how bright this place is, ugh! Have I actually been listening to the same song for an entire week?" - "Since the Mayor got captured, I elected myself de-facto Chief. The plan's to stay in here and eat brown meat until we run out. Then I vote we eat the gnomes," "Hey! I'm short, not deaf!" "Shh, shh! Stress will make you chewy!" - "You're insane if you think I'll help you!" "I'm insane either way, braniac!" - "Well, would you look at that! Those kids really care about you. And you care about them. DON'T YOU?!" - "Ohh, I can't believe this! The kids are gonna die and it's all my fault! All because I couldn't shake your stupid hand! Ugh, Dad was right about me. I am a screwup," "Don't blame yourself. I'm the one who made a deal with that psycho in the first place. I fell for all his easy flattery. You would've seen him for the scam artist he is," "... How did things get so messed up between us?" - "Do you really think he's gonna make good on that deal?" "What other choice do we have?" - "Heh-heh! Do a pretty good impression of my brother, don't I? Switch clothes and no one can tell us apart! Welcome to my mind. Surprised you didn't recognize it," - "Oh, yeah. You're goin' down. You're getting erased. Memory gun. Pretty clever, huh?" "Y-you idiot! Don't you realize you're destroying your own mind too?!" "Eh. It's not like I was using this space for much anyway," - "You're making a mistake! I'll give you anything! Money, fame, riches, infinite power, your own galaxy! Please! No...! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME...?!" - "Hey, look at me! Turn around and look at me, you one-eyed demon! You're a real wise guy, but you made one fatal mistake: you messed with my family!" - "MY TIME HAS COME TO BURN! I INVOKE THE ANCIENT POWER THAT I MAY RETURN!" - "Heh. Guess I was good for something after all," - "You're a hero," - "We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, oh I know we'll meet again some sunny day," - "Being a hero means fighting back even when it seems impossible," - "If you've ever taken a road trip through the Pacific Northwest, you've probably seen a bumper sticker for a place called Gravity Falls. It's not on any maps, and most people have never heard of it. Some people think it's a myth. But if you're curious, don't wait. Take a trip. Find it. It's out there somewhere in the woods, waiting,"

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A group session

TW: full on porn, degradation, double penetration and other things that could possibly be triggering. This is ALL consensual btw

An unknown demon was mad at Mammon. He was thousands of dollars in debt to him and also missing some very expensive earrings and everyone knows Mammon loves shiny stuff so it was obviously him who stole it. He needed his revenge. Pacing around the purple halls of his home. A sudden lustful sense of hate his mind comes up with a deed so evil, a deed so stupid, it would work.

Step 1: frame mammon for stealing

Step 2: anonymously post the old vids online

Step 3: make Solomon jealous

Step 4: convince Mammon to come with him to the strip club

An evil grin slips onto his lips.

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Barbatos entered the castle treasury, worried for he felt as if someone had been in here, someone that was not meant to be here. It annoyed him to a great degrees and whoever had the balls to invade this room must surely want a world of pain. oh wait he knew. The butler picked up the distinctive white hair. "Well well Well...old habits surely die hard"

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Coming across porn videos made by Mammon was something Mephistopheles never imagined in his long lifetime. Never thought that that would have ever existed ever. Never considered the possibility of that existing. But here he was, Dick in hand, watching one with a very strong desire. Man he wished he was the person fucking his brains out, he wished the greed demon was handcuffed to HIS bed, with HIS Dick in that tight asshole. Fuck...

But his little session had been ruined when he recived a call from Barbatos, the sneaky little bitch barbie, with an idea so evil it will complete his desire. "I'm in" he says right before hanging up, then cleaning up with a strong sense of enthusiasm.

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Getting a call from Asmodeus this late into the night never was his plan. Actually he wanted to sleep early but here he was on the phone with his her close friend and pact demon, discussing some meters like nails makeup and other boring this he never paid any mind to. "MC and mammon have been getting very close lately, actually he's been eating their cooking. Even saying it's good so weird. Oh and they got him a charm, a ruby, and they've been doing tarot readings for an hour. sure it's a joke and all but really- it's saying something when he does it with them and not you." you could hear the smugness and oh was Solomon jealous. He was fuming jealous! How dare that human try to take away HIS Mammon! This was unacceptable and he needed to remember who he had belonged to. Damnit Solomon knew he should have made a pact with him. "Anyway I'll be taking him to the local strip club tomorrow. don't come" Then he recived a call from Barbatos.

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"Please mammon come to the strip club with me it'll be fun" "but asmo buddy those places are filled with horny men and women who want nothing to do but get a quick fuck outta someone like you, or another demon. Sure I've gone before and all but it's not all that fun. Besides I wanna go gambling" "if you come with me I'll convince Diavolo and Lucifer to give you their credit cards. + goldie" "Fine you gotta deal"

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Mammon didn't know how it had gotten to this point. Finding himself on that stage showing off his sexy body while men and women threw countless amounts of money at him cheering for more. Pole dancing removing his articles of clothing watching as the crowd grew more and more horny and feeling so much pride. But then...Then he spots them. His boyfriend, it's hard to miss. Not when it consisted of he demon prince, his butler, the immortal human wizard, and the prince's childhood best friend that's hated by his older brother. Oh the embarrassment he felt at this moment. He dare not look at them while he's still on stage until his shift was over, where he tries to sneak out through the back only to be stopped. "Hello dear, we were looking allover for you" says Barbatos with a voice a little too sweet. "Oh heeyyy uh.....didn't think I'd find all of you here haha..see I'm here with asmo and he ditched me so I gotta go look for him-" get cut off. "Nono it's alright deary. Actually we've been meaning to have a little chat"Mammon finds himself being pulled into one of the private rooms with a massive bed just for customers who paid extra just to yknow do the dead with a worker. "Look guys- I know it might seem like I show off all the time, really I don't even work here- that was like a one time thing honestly-" his protests go ignored, instead mammon finds himself being handcuffed then pushed onto the bed. Considering how mammon was pratcally naked at this point all they had to wonder remove Mammon's boxers to reveal his hard he had been. Of course he is the man's a masochist. "Aww he's already so hard" gushes diavolo, joining mammon on the bed holding him by the waist then roceding to kissing his neck allover before finding s good spot an bitting into it. This leaves a bitemark s deep it causes bleeding. Not a shit ton but yknow.

meanwhile the others had begun to remove their clothes, with mammon being made to watch every second of it. He gulps. They were all rock fucking solid which things the realization he's probably wousknt be able to walk for a while, a week? Maybe a month of 2? Considering this wasn't with just Barbatos or diavolo it's likely be longer than that! Diavolo would then proceed to bend Mammon over his lap. Rubbing his are gently at first before giving it a loud slap. "Dia whyyy" he whined. "Well Mammon. You see, we're punishing you for your crimes dear" explains the prince. continuing to spank the demon over and over, leading to mammon whining every time, for it hurt but in such a good way. "really Mammon. Stealing from the castle, I thought we trained you out of that," he chuckles, placing a kiss on the speedy masochist's shoulder.

After a while, Dia would finally stop. Instead choosing to remove his own clothes then have the boy suck on his own solid cock. And God was Mammon good at it. Sucking, bobbing his head, and deep throating that thing like a professional gay porn star. Mephi grew a slight bit jealous "Hey don't to get bout me now" he says, leading to Mammon giving him and in turn Solomon a hand job all while Barbatos watched on. Turned on like the sadist he was. eventually, Barbs chose to enter the smaller demon, not even bothering with lube cuz tbh mammon doesn't need it.

"Look at you" he grunts. "Sucking on cock while your slutty ass is being fucked hard." Another hard thrust. "You truly are made to be fucked" comments Solomon. Who was now the one getting sucked off. After a while Barbatos would cum inside whilst com gushed down Mr greedy's throat and splurged onto his face/hair. "Gee guys that was ho- woah wait wait-! Nghhhh~ holy hell~" meph was next to push into Mammon, using his hands to spread his legs wide and hold them up, just as Diavolo enters with him. Both men would proceed to thrust in and out of him, at different intervals but with the same strength and speed. "Mmm~ fuckkk. I can't believe you'd rip me open like that" whined mammon, tears now filled his face. "Oh don't worry little crow we'll pay for your medical bill" oh how mammon wanted to slap the shit outta Solomon right there.

Keeping their boyfriend quiet was hard. Especially with him getting his brains fucked out by 2 dicks recently bullying his prostate but somehow they do. Likely having to do with the fact he's been sucking on dicks the whole find but yknow. when the pair finally pull out after both cumming into his ass Solomon would enter. Holding the demon by the neck, tight enough to the point it chokes but gentle enough so it couldn't cause any injury of any kind. his brain hazy and focused on one thing and one thing only as he hit all the sweet parts that could make even someone so used to getting fucked over howl. The way Mammon's beautiful body moved in ways once thought impossible, just because it could. Was he really that fucking flexible? beautiful absolutely beautiful.

Eventually like everyone else Solomon would cum inside. This left a mix of cum from litterally all of them inside of mammon, and being the selfish male he was, he'd grab a butt plugs and unplug up the speed demon.solomon would the now exhausted demon close and all of them would cuddle. WELL after yknow cleaning the mess they had made. Barbatos would chuckle a little.

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"My we seemed to have made a mess outta him" said the ever sadistic butler, kissing Mammon's head. "Mm..you owe me ur credit cards otherwise I'm kicking all ur damned asses!" "Yes of course honey, do whatever you want with them" replied Diavolo kissing his head.

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A/N: normally I wouldn't write something like this but yknow I was fucking possessed with something while writing this. Sorry if anyone got triggered when reading, and also I promise I'll post part 2 of pure fluff later. just at this very moment I'm tired and working on another smut fix that should be released some point this week. Also btw Asmo wasn't apart of the unknown demon's plans ;-;

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