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lykaios2 · 10 months

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Here's a request:

Platonic or romantic, your choice, Leo showing off some skateboard moves.

omg when I say I got so into writing this

I stayed up until 6am writing this yesterday. I am not kidding. I just really wanted to finish it so I could post it asap

anyway I hope you like it, this is the longest fic I've written so far

Sweet Tricks and Sweeter Feelings

leonardo x reader, friends to lovers

cw: literally nothing

word count: 3838

One evening, you started on a walk, or rather a ride, to a new skate park you had just recently discovered. While doing some business over on that side of town, you had a bit of free time to yourself, and decided to explore since you didn't go to that side of town much. You eventually stumbled upon an abandoned building, and your curiosity got the better of you. After looking around for an entrance, you somehow found an unlocked door that led inside. After making your way around to what seemed to be the main area, you found yourself looking at what seemed to be a well maintained skatepark.

“Woah, what is this? I've never seen this before…must not have been taken down when this place was closed. Someone's certainly been working hard to keep this place nice.”

Now, returning here, it was certainly a different vibe at night. Walking around to the unlocked door, you heard noises coming from inside, as if someone was also using the skatepark. As you made your way inside, you looked around for the source of the noise. You could barely make out a dark figure skating around the park. As you sat and watched in awe at all of their amazing tricks, they came a little too close and noticed you standing there.

“Oh! Hello there, you-”

“Augh! I'm sorry, I-I'll leave-”

“Wait, no, you're fine! I just didn't expect to see anyone else here.”

“You could say the same here. Those were some sweet tricks you were hitting, uh… what's your name? Don't think you mentioned it.”

“Oh, my apologies, you can call me Leonardo, or Leo for short. How about yourself, mysterious friend?”

“I'm y/n.”

“Well, y/n, since you're here, would you like to join me for some late night skating?”

“Yeah! Let's do this!”

After a couple hours, Leonardo announced that it was time for him to return home. It was pretty late, so you decided to head home yourself.

“When are you planning on being here again?”

“Oh, my brothers don't like me being out this late too much, so really only once a week.”

“You have brothers? How many?”

“Just 3.”

“Do they ever come out here?”

“Not that I know. I haven't told anyone about this place.”

“Not even your brothers?”

“Nope. I love them to death, don't get me wrong, but when I'm with them all day every day, a little time away can be nice.”

“I understand that. Well then, I'll see you next week, same place, same time?”

“Only if you show up.”

“It's a deal!”

Next week, you entered through the doors of the abandoned building and sure enough Leonardo was there, skating just as before.

“Yo!” you called out.

“There you are, I was getting a bit worried that you had bailed on me.”

“Sorry, I live on the other side of town. Yeah, no, I would have felt terrible. I wouldn't have even had a way to tell you, which would have made it all the worse.”

“You want my number? Easiest way to contact me.”

“Oh, sure.” You and Leonardo exchanged numbers, but while he was typing his number into your phone, you noticed some red marks on his face through his mask he was wearing.

“Is that…blood?”

“Hm?”

“On your face there.”

“Oh, um…no…”

“Then what is it, if it's not blood?”

“It's, um…I'll show you next week. But you have to show up.”

“Aw, what? Fine. Is it like a personal thing?”

“Kind of. A lot of people are often surprised when they see what it really is.”

“It can't be that bad. C'mon, lemme see!”

“Next week! If you show up.” You begrudgingly agreed as Leonardo started skating again. Realizing you hadn't yet even touched your skateboard, you followed suit.

After another long night of skating, Leonardo headed home, and so did you. On the way home, you texted Leonardo, thanking him for his time and reminding him of his promise.

-you better show me what's under that mask next week

-chill bro, all you gotta do is show up. I'll have you know I'm not one to break my promises.

-we'll see about that

-we will, won't we?

You smiled as you looked up from your phone. The curiosity was killing you, but you trusted that he would show you.

The next week passed slower than usual. If you weren't doing something, your mind would eventually drift to Leonardo. What was hiding that he couldn't show you immediately? You theorized about many different possible options, but you couldn't truly know until you met up with him again.

But slow as it was, the week finally passed and it was time to see what Leonardo had been hiding. You walked through the new familiar doors and looked around for Leonardo.

“Boo!”

“Augh! You- stupid- whatever.”

“C'mon, just a little joke. You aren't mad, are you?”

“No, I can't really get mad at you for that. I just get easily spooked.”

“I can tell.”

“Oh, shut up about it. Now how about we see what's under that mask?”

“Right. Now, before I do this, I should warn you. Whenever I show this to someone, they usually don't want to associate with me anymore. I've heard it all, so whatever you say probably won't hurt me. And whatever you think it is, I can guarantee it's not that. Do you still want to see?”

You paused and thought for a second before saying yes. He made you close your eyes while he took the mask off. When he said he was ready, you opened your eyes to see…

“A…stripe? Wait, you're a…turtle?!”

“Yep. What do you think? Be honest.”

“That's, like…awesome! I can't really think of a better way to put it.”

“So…you like it?”

“Totally! What would I not like about a walking, talking, skateboarding turtle?”

“Well, most people see me and think I'm sort of a rejected lab creation, and while they're not wrong they usually carry a negative connotation with it.”

“It's probably just because they don't get to know you. You're awesome!”

“Aw, thanks.”

“Wait, does that mean your brothers-”

“Are turtles too? Yep.”

“Woah. Can I meet them?”

“Uh, maybe next week? I don't think they would exactly be fond of me bringing home a human unannounced.”

“Do they even know about me? Have you told them?”

“Well I've mentioned you once or twice, but they don't even know anything about you. They don't even know that you know I'm not human.”

“Oof. Well, you better tell them because I totally want to meet them now.”

“Haha, I think I can work something out. But for now, I wanna see your cool tricks! We keep getting distracted.”

During your late night skate session, you had to stop for a second because you were hungry. Leonardo stopped as well and walked over to where you were standing, slouched over.

“Hey, you good? Looking a little weak there.”

“Yeah I’m okay, I just forgot to eat before I came here.”

“Woah, that’s not good. Hm…oh! I know this good Asian place down the road from here, it should still be open.”

“Oh, I love Asian food, and I totally would, but I don’t have any money on me.”

“Eh, I can cover you.”

“What? You don’t have to do that.”

“Please, allow me. I would feel bad if you were to faint from hunger under my watch.”

“Well, if you insist, I’m not going to refuse.”

“Come on, then. Follow me, I’ll take you there. You need some help?” You nodded as Leonardo grabbed your hand and started leading you out of the building. He slowly led you out of the building and down the streets.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine-” You were silenced by the sound of your stomach growling from hunger.

“Maybe not. Here, stand back.”

You stepped back as Leonardo pulled out what seemed to be a sword. He started moving it in a circle until a portal appeared in front of you.

“You can make portals too?!”

“It’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you one day, but for now we need to get you food. Come on, this should lead us straight there.”

You cautiously followed Leonardo through the portal, and stepped out on the other side right next to the restaurant.

“Wow, that was impressive. Can your brothers do that?”

“No, but they have their own special abilities. And anyway, how are you not focused on your hunger? You’re nearly starving.”

Leonardo led you inside, and the lady behind the counter greeted the two of you.

“Hello, you two! Out on a little late night date, are we?”

You just chuckled at the comment, but Leonardo was quick on his feet.

“A date? I mean, one could call it that. Only if you want.” He looked at you as he said that.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Leonardo ordered for the both of you, and you sat down at a table to wait for your food.

“You should ask your brothers if I can meet them. I’m really curious about them.”

“Man, you are quite insistent on meeting my brothers, huh?”

“Well, it’s not every day that you learned that you’re actually friends with a mutant turtle, let alone that he has brothers who are also mutant turtles! And you’re super awesome and nice, so I bet they are too! Why would I not want to meet them?”

“Well since you have to be so nice about it, I guess I can ask them. I have no clue if any of them will be up this late, though, so I can’t promise a fast result.”

“That’s okay. Oh, but when am I going to meet them? Or where? I have no clue where you guys live.”

“Well, we’re pretty free, so whenever you have time during the day probably works for us. As for where…”

“What about your place? I think it would probably be a good idea to meet them in their natural environment, y’know, so they don’t have to feel stressed or anything like that.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Although, nothing about our home would be considered normal.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for starters it’s pretty big. And it’s underground. We’ve got a lot of cool stuff as well. We have an arcade room, a humongous garage, a skate ramp…”

“You have a skate ramp inside your home?! No wonder you’re so good at skating.”

“Oh, stop it.”

The waiter came over with the food, and made another comment about the two of you.

“Here’s your food, nice and hot. Don’t stay here just talking too long now.” Leonardo took this opportunity to show you how sharp his wits truly were.

“Nice and hot, huh? The food’s not the only nice and hot thing here.”

“Are you…talking about me?”

“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll never know.”

“Oh, you’re so stupid. I’m eating, you have fun doing whatever you’re doing over there.”

You and Leonardo finished up your food, and finalized your plans to meet up with his brothers. Much to Leonardo’s surprise, all of his brothers responded before you finished eating, and all of his brothers had agreed to meet you in their home.

“Thank you so much for everything tonight. Definitely one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”

“It was my pleasure, only the best for my best skateboarding friend.”

“You’re too kind. I’m excited to meet your brothers.” You and Leonardo started walking out after saying good night to the employees.

“I’m sure they’ll love you. Have a good night!”

“You too, Leonardo!”

A few days later, Leonardo texted you to help you get to his home to meet his brothers.-now turn left and you should see an alleyway down the street. once you get there, just wait a couple of minutes and I’ll be there to lead you the rest of the way.

-I better not be getting kidnapped

-wow, I buy you food and this is how you treat me? you’re lucky I even let you in at all.

-okay, okay, I trust you. happy now?

-I guess

-how about dinner on me next time?

-wow, making moves huh? you’re slick

-...I don’t even know what to say anymore.

During the texting, Leonardo had snuck up behind you. He scared you when he spoke up.

“How about you come say hello to my brothers?”

“Damn it Leo- would you stop scaring me?”

“It’s so cute the way you react when you get scared though. And I don’t mean any harm, I hope you know that. Now, come on, you’ve been waiting a while for this, haven’t you?”

“I sure have. Where are we headed?”

“Look down.” Confused, you looked down to see a manhole at your feet. You looked back at Leonardo, and he gestured you to move out of the way as he lifted the manhole cover.

“It’s not as bad as you think.”

“Well, I’ve gone this far.”

As you climbed down into the manhole, Leonardo started to lead you through the sewers. He seemed to know these dreary hallways like the back of his hand. After several minutes of walking through the sewers, you eventually saw a light coming from somewhere up ahead. You followed Leonardo down the hall, until eventually reaching the end, where he began something of a grand introduction.

“Welcome to my humble abode. Hey guys, they’re here!” As he presumably called to his brothers, you stood in awe as you took in everything that was in front of you. It was bigger than you could have ever imagined. There were so many rooms, so much graffiti all over the walls, string lights everywhere. Leonardo grabbed your hand and pulled you along to somewhere else though.

“C’mon, it’s time!” Your excitement could hardly be contained as Leonardo led you to the bottom layer of the area. Leonardo stopped in front of what you assumed were his brothers.

“y/n, meet my brothers. This is Raphael.”

“You can just call me Raph. Leo’s mentioned you a few times, but it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“This is Michelangelo.”

“Hello! I’ve been super excited to meet you! Leo says you’re really good at skateboarding. You’ll have to show me your moves later!”

“And this is Donatello.”

“Hello, nice to meet you. I do have a nickname, but I reserve it for people who are close to me. I mean no offense with this, as I’m sure you’re a kind individual, but I just don’t know you very well. With time you should be able to call me by my nickname.”

“Well, hello, everyone. My name is y/n. I’ve haven’t really heard much about any of you, but assuming you’re anything like Leo, then we’ll probably get along.”

“Well, how about we show you around? I’m sure you’ll get to know them along the way.” Leonardo and his brothers proceeded to show you around the very large area in which they lived. Along the way, you managed to pick up a few tidbits of information about each of his brothers. Raph was the oldest and seemed to be the leader of the group, but he also had a very soft heart. Mikey was the youngest of the four and was definitely the creative one. Donatello was the smart one, and was often very direct about everything.

“So how did you meet Leo, anyway?”

“Well, one of my hobbies happens to be skating, and one night when I went out to skate, he was the only one at the skatepark I went to. Then we kinda made plans to meet up there every week.”

“So that’s what you’ve been doing! Leo sometimes comes home late at night with a big smile on his face and just a little happier than usual, but he never mentioned you when he did that. Now I’m starting to put some dots together.”

“Well, that can happen when you hang around such an amazing skater such as myself.”

“How about you live up to that claim, huh? Show us some moves.” Leonardo finally spoke up. You took it as a challenge, and everyone headed over to the skate ramp.

After showing everyone what you could do on a skateboard, and a couple more hours of just hanging out with the turtles, you eventually had to head home. After saying your goodbyes, Leonardo showed you the way out.

“See you soon!”

“Yeah! If you ever want to come back over, just text me!”

“Will do!”

However, you would remain oblivious to the conversation that was about to follow.After walking you out, Leonardo started walking back to his room, but little did he know that Michelangelo was following him.

“Ah, man, that was nice. Now time to lay back and-”

“Oh, Leo~”

“Mikey? Did you need something?”

“Mmmm, not exactly.”

“Then what’s up?”

“I should be asking you that. Seems you and y/n have a little something going on.”

“Yeah, we hang out quite a bit. It’s been pretty nice.”

“Leo, I’m going to get straight to the point. I think it’s pretty obvious you like them.”

“Woah, that’s quite an assumption. Care to run me through your thought process here?”

“Well first off, you regularly went to hang out with them, a human. That doesn’t happen very often. Next, you revealed the fact that you’re a mutant turtle. You don’t exactly do that for everyone. And they told me about your little “date” you went on. Listen, Leo, you know I’m the expert on these things, you can’t hide them from me.”

“…Fine, I’ll admit it. They’re just so…I don’t know how to describe it. Something about them just draws me to them.”

“I think it’s because you guys are so similar. You bounce off of each other. I’d give it a bit more time, but you should tell them how you feel.”

“Ahh, I don’t know. It’s hard. I think they just see it like a normal friendship.”

“You never know until you try. Like I said, give it some time and we’ll see where it goes. I’ll be your wingman, give you tips and tricks. And I’ll keep on the down low, but I can’t promise that Donnie and Raph won’t find out. That’s out of my control.”

“Heh, thanks.”

A few weeks passed, and you hung out with Leonardo and his brothers more and more. You learned more about each of them, but you noticed Mikey being particularly weird whenever you and Leo were hanging out.

“Raph, have you noticed anything weird going on between Leonardo and Michelangelo?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t been able to figure out what they’re up to. I think it might have something to do with you, though.”

“Me?”

“Well I can’t be sure, but I feel like I often overhear your name in their conversations.”

“Oh, that makes me all the more nervous about what they’re doing.”

“Eh, knowing them, it can’t be anything bad. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“If you say so. I’ll trust your judgment on this one.”

A few months had passed now, and you were a lot more comfortable with your turtle friends. You were allowed in their home at any time, and Donatello had even come to know you well enough for him to let you call him Donnie. Leonardo made his classic one liners. Raph and Michelangelo often cheered you on whenever you showed off your moves on the ramp in their home. But nothing ever came of Leonardo and Michelangelo’s scheming, and over time you forgot about it. However, it never stopped and you would soon come to learn what it was all about.

One night, Leo had texted you, asking you to meet up at the entrance to their home.

-make sure to bring your skateboard, I’ve got a little surprise for you

-it’s pretty late leonardo, you better have something good

-I think you’ll like it

You arrived at the meeting spot, with Leonardo already waiting for you.

“Hop on your board, we’ve got a long ways to go.”

Leo started, leading you through all the secret alleyways and tunnels. You managed to keep up, but your legs were starting to get tired from the distance you were riding.

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost, just another minute or two.”

By this point, you were on the outskirts of town. Leonardo was headed further and further away from the city. You were becoming more and more curious as to where he was taking you. Eventually you stopped at the bottom of a hill.

“I won’t make you ride up this. Follow me.”

Again he pulled out his sword and made another portal. You trusted it would take you to the top of the hill, and it certainly did. What you didn’t expect was a little area hidden in the brush which had a perfect view of the city.

“Woah, Leo, this is insane. How did you find this?”

“Spots like these are my specialty. Come, sit.”

He invited you to sit next to him and watch the city, which looked very different at night.

“Is there a reason you brought me out here?”

“Uhm, yes, actually. I’ve been reserving this spot for a special occasion. Y’know, we’ve been hanging out a lot these past few months, and we’ve come to know each other pretty well. But there’s something about myself I haven’t told you, and I think it’s pretty important that you know.”

“Okay, go ahead. I’m listening.”

“I-I really like you. You’re just a cool person, and when we hang out or go skating together, I don’t know, something about you just seems that much cooler. And the fact that you’re even willing to hang out with me in the first place is already amazing. I understand if you don’t return the feelings, I just-”

“Wait, so all of those stupid pick up lines were actual attempts at trying to get with me?”

“Kind of? Most of them were jokes, but they did actually mean I liked you.”

“Well, funnily enough, those pick up lines kind of worked…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well when we first met, I did just see you as a good friend. But I think your sense of humor accidentally made me like you too. I didn’t say anything because I thought that was just you being you, and I didn’t think those stupid little pick up lines meant anything. So I just left those feelings alone, destined to be banished to the recesses of my mind for the rest of eternity.”

Leonardo paused for a moment, before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You returned the gesture.

“So, are we like, together now?”

“Only if you want.” Leonardo smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” You smiled back at him before turning your head back to look at the city. This was certainly a surprise you liked.

#tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #leonardo rottmnt #leonardo x reader #rise leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #lykaios writes

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she-ismysun-archive · 2 months

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The Rookie 6x03 Live Blog

Trouble in Paradise eh? I’ve been betrayed by so many social media notifs. It is time to watch now at the ripe hour of 6am ET.

AI JUMPSCARE? IN MY ROOKIE?

Lucy: nononono. That’s exactly right, though. See? Because I can only control me so *I need to be perfect*

Tims taking a shower smirk. MAYEB I COULDBTAKE A BREAK????

Jump to Aaron. Being rejected by Celina was EQUALLY? As traumatizing?? As being SHOT????

ONLYFANS? Is this why Eric and Roselyn keep bringing up onlyfans on their podcast 😭??

Me when Aaron doesn’t know how to apologize without throwing money at the problem?

Lucy Oral exam time. SMITTY PLEASE.

Celina and Bradford team up episode :D and also Lucy in the backseat

Creepy ass mask update. JOHN BEING SO GUNG HO ABOUT HIS VLOGGING.

Nolan: and don’t worry. I’ll make it sound like we’re old and no fun. By the time im done, he won’t want to be anywhere near us.

BAILEY DUBBING HIS CONVERSATION??

Both of you OUT NOW EHHSJSNS

First Chenford Juarez scene

I don’t know my name??

Juarez laughing at him dropping all of his stolen goods

She just puked on so hard

Why the hell is their door open. Haha. So funny. I don’t like the horror aspect of this episode so far. STOP PLEASE THE. THE TIMELAPSE OF THEM SLEEPING.. AN HOUR?? A full HOUR of this man watching them sleep.

A little tired of Aaron being the first thing anyone brings up when they talk to Celina.

And now the dead body from promo has washed up on shore 🫡 OH ITS THE HOUSEKEEPER? Literally his DAUGHTER I THOUGHT.

Does Lucy still jump every time Tim says Boot?

Tried to get a gif but it’s not .. helping my case LOL

John and Bailey remaining our little trouble magnets. Can’t wait for Nyla and Angela to show up

Wait ok the housekeeper is different from Elise. I am REALLY not loving this horror/jump scare episode.

Hello there fine ass Tim. Letting Lucy sleep in except the test randomly moved up. Celina’s first “good work” of the damn episode.

Man in the wall. Hrmmm.

God she is the last damn person in that waiting room to take her exam. After they “moved up her exam”. Recently you failed to secure a crime scene. Agony agony. SHES DOING SO GOOD. SHE IS ANSWering SO good

Unfortunately I already spoiled her rankings before I got to watch the episode I think.

WHY WOULDNT THEY WAIT? WHY WOULDNT THEY WAIT TO SEE HIS FACE EBEFORE RUNNING OFF ⁉️😭😭😭

He SHOT HIMSELF?? Threw the man into a mirror - 7 years of bad luck john

😔

17th L. Chen HEHEHSHA 17th PLACE TROPHY TIMOTHY BRADFORD

Lucy: you really thought I was gonna come in first??

Tim: of course I did

Lucy: I’m sorry for disappointing you

Tim: you could never disappoint me

AND THEN THEY KISS.

#the rookie spoilers #6x03 #the rookie #chenford #live blogging #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie abc #john nolan #bailey nune #celina juarez #aaron thorsen #god please let them stay friends

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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Hello hello my beloved fanfic dealer, how are you this fine day! I personally am dead because I stayed up til 6am rereading a bunch of your fics :) :) :) I'm just willing to give both my kidneys for Come And Hold Me, no biggie. I'm kind of feral for how you wrote Kakashi in that fic, don't mind me.

Anyways I just wanted to let you know that my crack addict ass is immensely enjoying your writing, thank you so much for providing so many delicious fics for my addiction, I'm going to die sleep-deprived and happy :,)

Also, I have never watched Naruto (sorry) but you are personally responsible for my undying dedication to the Naruto/Kakashi ship now, like you literally dragged me aboard it starry eyed and weeping, and I cannot wait to drown in that sweet salty water at the bottom of the ocean :,,,)

Have a very sexy day!

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ells-18 · 10 months

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- the one where y/n and cal join in on the sidemen’s $20,000 vs $200 holiday challenge -

“Guys, I know it’s such short notice but you’ll be literally saving the video. This is the video people have wanted for so long. JJ and Tobi pulled out last minute I really need you both to help” Josh pleads from the other end of callum’s phone screen.

It’s a normal Sunday night, cuddled up to my boyfriend on our bed snuggled under the covers. My head is laying on his chest as his right hand holds onto his phone, and his left playing with the back of my hair.

“I dunno josh..” callum says. Not necessarily meaning he’ll say no, it’s just really short notice. Less than 24 hours notice.

“Come on it’ll be such a good laugh!” Josh says, trying to convince him. “What’s y/n’s thoughts?” Cal pans the camera over to me. The white quilt wrapped around my figure.

“Hi there y/n”

“Hi joshy”

“Would you like a free holiday?” He jokes.

I look at cal, and then back to Josh. “One condition- as long as you pair me with Cal. Don’t get me wrong I love the other boys, but I don’t wanna be without cal”

Cal smiles and ruffles my hair.

Josh sighs. “Fine. If I promise you’re together, will you come?”

“Yes we will. Where are we meeting? Heathrow? What time? Afternoon ish?”Cal asks Josh.

Josh shakes his head. “See you there at 6am”

“5am?” I ask. I take the phone from cal into my grip, seeing my face and Josh’s lit up on the screen. “Josh.. you dick! It’s almost 12am”

“And? Get your beauty sleep!”

“No Josh- we literally have nothing packed to be ready in technically less than 5 hours!”

“Don’t worry no need to overpack! I swear” Josh defends himself.

“I fucking hate you right now- but thank you” I point at him through the phone screen, hearing him laugh as I hand cal his phone back.

“Yeah mate- thanks. Bye” cal hangs up.

“Better get packing, baby” he kisses my head, jumping out of bed and heading to the cupboard where our bags are.

~~~

After a lot of convincing, cal told me to only bring a small backpack rather than a suitcase. I agreed, still unsure if I’ll regret it.

We walk towards the boys hand in hand, cal was focused on his phone.

“Thank god you’re here” Harry mentions as I arrive with cal beside him and the boys.

“Hello to you to” I chuckle, elbowing his side. Harry has always been Cals best friend, also mine. He’s just the best guy.

“Hello and welcome. To a nice little holiday for you all” Josh smirks behind the camera.

“Josh I swear if you put me on the bad team after giving me five hours notice I’ll actually murder you in your sleep” I say while cal pans his camera to me, laughing.

“I can’t promise anything-“ Josh starts.

“I don’t like this” Vik says.

“Orange team” Josh points to his right. “Purple team” Josh points to his left.

I just wanna be on the plane already.

“Ethan!” Josh grabs his attention. “Purple team” he points to his left.

“I swear to god, y/n if he’s put me in the shitters I’m killing him” Ethan says which makes me laugh.

“Cal!”

Cal looks at Josh.

“Well hurry up then!” Cal complains after a few seconds.

“Orange team” Josh gestures to his right.

I lift my head from cals shoulder as he walks to Josh’s right.

“Simon.. purple team”

“Harry!”

“I’m orange team right?” He grins, walking over to callum.

Josh nods. “Orange team”

Josh turns to Simon and Ethan. “Simon and Ethan.. who do you want?” Josh is trying to get them to choose between myself or Vik. Even though I know where I’m going.. I hope.

“Wait what do you mean?” Ethan asks his friend.

“Who do you want?” Simon asks Ethan.

“We can’t do that!” Ethan says.

“No no no it’s Josh’s video, Josh you pick!” Ethan shouts.

Vik throws his arm over my shoulder. “It’s alright, y/n. I see how it is. You’ve got me” he pays my shoulder making me laugh. I put my arm over his shoulder also.

“I don’t wanna do it! I’m not doing it” Ethan is adamant he didn’t wanna chose between us. Ethan is such a sweetheart, just not a lot of people see it.

“I say y/n” Simon says, with no reason.

“Ehh tough you’ve got Vik”

Callum and Harry cheer.

I say my goodbyes to Simon, Ethan and Vik as I walk over to the two boys.

I stand infront of callum and he wraps his arms around my neck, I hold onto his hands.

“Got my girl with me, that’s all I need”

I couldn’t help but smile, hiding my face behind his arms.

Harry captured the moment on his camera. “And that ladies and gentlemen, is a whipped man” he zooms the camera into callum and he laughs.

Josh hands me some orange envelopes. “Do not let them idiots open these envelopes until I say so”

“Cal?” I look up to my boyfriend.

“Hm?”

“Put these in my bag, please” I hand him the envelopes and he chuckles. I couldn’t be bothered taking my bag off my back.

“Put this in there while you’re at it” Josh throws me a SDMNCLOTHING package and I catch it.

I look at it, and then at Josh. “You’re kidding?”

“Nope” he pops the P. “All shall be revealed”

I hand it back to cal and he puts it in my bag.

“Are you confident?” Harry asks me, as the three of us walk down the airport.

“Of course, Harry. I have a theory” I confidently speak.

“What’s your theory?” Cal asks, as we stop at a spot so we can open the letters.

“Well, boys. There’s no way Josh would invite cal and I very last minute to send us on a shitty holiday- he knows I’d kill him I made it clear”

“But you know what Josh is like, y/n” Harry groans, thinking he’s on the bad team.

“Harold. Believe” I say, him and cal laugh.

Cal hands me envelope number one from my bag.

“I don’t know about this guys” Cal admits.

“Cal. You just have to believe. If we are on the shit team.. We will make the most of it. But for now let’s imagine we’re on the food team- either way we will make the best time out of a possible bad situation”

“Wise words” Harry grins, gently taking the envelope from from my grasp. “Can I?”

I nod. “Go for it”

Harry hands me his camera and I alternate from him to cal and I.

“Have a nice flight. Open envelope number two when you land”

I look at cal. “This is exciting”

“I don’t even care where we’re going at this rate, just get me on the plane” he groans.

“We’re flying from Heathrow to- oh!” Harry grabs our attention, almost snapping our necks.

“We’re going to Malaga”

“Let’s go!”

“Oh, that could be good or bad” I say, with my hand covering my mouth slightly.

“That’s not bad you know” Harry grins. “It’s not terrible. Malaga is a nice place”

“Imagine Josh has put us on a 16 year old party holiday” Callum says, filming Harry and I as we double check the envelope.

“Nooo!”

“Don’t worry y/n. We are on the hood team. I can sense it” harry pays my shoulder.

“South terminal, that’s all we know” I read the letter infront of me.

“Business?” Cal asks.

I shake my head. “No, but I think that’s a good thing”

“Yeah y/n. I think if we got put in business we’d instantly been switched around to the bad team”

“Right. Shall we head?” Cal suggests, adjusting his bag on his back.

“Let’s go” I say, and take the camera from cals grasp and film myself.

“Ethan, Simon and Vik- if you’re watching this. Have a shit holiday” I joke, making Harry and Cal laugh.

“You’re brutal, y/n” Harry chuckles, him and Cal following behind me.

“Can we go to Nando’s before the flight?” I stop my tracks, turning to the boys behind me.

“Thank god you said- I’m starving” Harry says, patting his belly.

~~~

The three of us reached out seats on the plane, a few asking for photos along the way.

I’ve never been the best flyer, I love going on holidays but the flight was the worst part.

Ever since getting with Cal, it seemed to ease a lot. He knows when I’m nervous and he knows how to help.

Harry sat on the isle seat, I’m in the middle while cal begged for the window seat like a child.

As the captain was driving the plane around to find the correct place to take off, my leg was jumping up and down at a fast pace.

Somehow, callum had fallen asleep so I only have Harry now. He also knows how nervous I get while flying.

“Hey, it’s okay I’ve got you” Harry speaks as he notices my breath speeding.

“Sorry I just get really- ah nervous flying”

Harry pulls out his phone. “I know Cal usually deals with this- I’ll be having words with him later. But I hope this’ll help calm you a bit”

He shows me his phone and scrolls through some photos. “I know you love dogs, so maybe this’ll help”

My heart melted. Harry is the sweetest soul I’ve ever come across.

“Ironically, you took this photo 4 years ago” he smiles.

“That’s adorable, I can’t believe I’ve known you for this long”

“I know it’s been great. Also herb loves you”

Harry scrolls and finds another one, and laughs.

“Your loverboy” he chuckles, showing me the photo of herb and Callum.

“Look at them” I smile from ear to ear.

I hadn’t even noticed that the plane was in the sky, until I turned my head around to look out of the window. I turn my head back to Harry. “I didn’t even notice we took off!”

“See! Herb makes everything better” he pats my leg twice in a friendly way. “I need the toilet” he says, unbuckling his belt and searched for the toilet.

I turn to look at my sleeping boyfriend. He looks peaceful, I can’t be mad at him. He just have been so tired.

I grab my blanket from the floor which I kept there incase I wanted to sleep.

I pull up the arm rest and move closer to him, laying my head on his steady moving chest, pulling my blanket around us both.

I felt him move his arms to wrap around me, pulling me closer into him. “Hello you” he lazily says, laying his head on mine.

“I’m so tired” was all I could say, feeling my eyes close.

“Sleep, baby” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. That’s all it took for me to fall sleep.

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uhm so gavi his agent has met a few times with chelsea so that means a move to chelsea this season is likely since he isn't happy with Barça at all. and i get why cause since messi has came back into the picture they're kind of neglecting him?

Hello anon!! Firstly, I want to apologize in advance if I come across as condescending because that’s not my intention at all.

There is only one reporter who put out that Gavi was unhappy and moving to Chelsea. All the articles are based off of that one report, and many other Spain-based sports journalists are saying this ain’t true, which makes a lot of sense.

Gavi is a La Masía kid who has been starting for the first team all season and has been performing very well. To break his contract (originally until 2026), the club set the price at a billion Euros!! They also fought like hell to have his contract go through, so him being “unhappy” at Barça doesn’t make much sense from a logic standpoint. They were chanting his name in today’s game. So I think it’s highly inaccurate to say that Barça have been neglecting him, as they have been starting him every game, a large part of their media revolves around him, and there has been consistent effort to upgrade him and get his contract situated.

Secondly, it makes no sense for him to switch teams now, especially when his future has been hinged upon the new “Xavi and Iniesta” duo in him and Pedri. If he’s in it for money, the money that can come from that pairing alone is astronomical. He’s super highly favored in Spain, and so it makes literally zero sense for him to move to the premier league as well.

There’s more but it’s 6am and I haven’t slept, but you can read for yourself on other sites. Gavi shares an agent with none other than Luis Enrique, who (if you pay attention to sports news) is a favorite candidate for the new coaching position at Chelsea.

All in all, it’s very important to be critical of the media we consume and not take everything at face value. Reporters take advantage of a lack of media literacy in order to get people to interact with their pieces more out of outrage/ fear/ etc. For someone who was playing like a first team player on a B team contract and celebrates his goals by literally kissing the crest, there should be more confidence in his loyalty.

(Last thing: now that Messi is old, he plays striker. So if anyone is in danger cause of El Leo, it’s Ferran and Ansu)

#gavisuntiedboot #gavisuntiedbootasks

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Hi Fawn! Do you have any inukag fics that you have enjoyed reading recently and that you would recommend? :)

Hello sunsetskys, dear! Thank you so much for the ask!

Here is a list of a dozen InuKag stories that I've read in the past few months that have really captured my attention. Fair warning; this list runs a little bit on the angsty side, because that's where my heart does lie (I'm a sucker for a good dark and angsty story), but I tried to give you a little bit of fluff to make up for it!

It's a long list, so it's below the cut, but I hope you find some of these as enjoyable as I have!

The Art of Falling in Tandem (E; ongoing) by @shikonstar

After several years away, Kagome believes she is over Inuyasha and is finally ready to accept him as just a friend. And what could be the best way to prove this? Moving in with him, of course! She can handle it, right? The close contact. The intensity of his eyes. The shirtless.....well. She might have overestimated herself.

B-Side (T; complete) by hakomorebi (Ao3)/@serial-doubters-club

Inuyasha is a photographer assigned to cover a local music festival. When one of the performers sings a song written by his mother, a song only the two of them could possibly know, his world is turned upside down. Inuyasha may have to come to terms with the fact that his mother kept a secret that she took to the grave.

The Closest Moment to Dawn (M; ongoing) by @classysassy9791

They named her Kagome after finding her injured and unconscious on the subway. Suffering from amnesia, she recuperates under the care of a semi-retired surgeon and a fresh young doctor. But when dark and violent flashes of her past come back to haunt her, Kagome begins to wonder if her past was worth remembering. Especially when a man she doesn't recognize quite literally lunges into her life, accusing her of murder.

Don’t Judge a Book By Its Cover (series; ratings differ) by @superpixie42

Kagome Higurashi wanted to be anywhere but at the grungy bus station at 6am with her screaming infant. But when the local delinquent turns out to be a total sweetheart, maybe things aren't as bad as they seem to be. The story of how one act of kindness deserves another, and how strangers became closer than family.

The Ghost of the Higurashi Shrine (M; ongoing) by @elkonigin

After helping her grandfather on a regular, run-of-the-mill-excorcism-turned-blessing (it's better if you just don't ask questions, well maybe you should, Kagome didn't and look at where it's gotten her so far), Kagome finds that things, well, weird things, are happening in her home and around the shrine, in addition to some other places that really just don't make sense. Kagome doesn't consider herself brilliant by any means, she's barely passing as it is, but she's pretty sure that this mess isn't normal.

Go Away, Dad! (M; complete) by @neutronstarchild

There are times when the difference between human and demon traditions is stark. And right now, with Tōga’s prouder-than-sin grin at his naked son and Izayoi’s abject horror at her idiot husband, Inuyasha can only hope that Kagome is the understanding type.

Haunted (M; complete) by @witchygirl99, @wolfcry77

“Why are you here?” Kagome whispers to him.

“Haunting you, I guess,” he replies.

“Will you stop?”

“Don’t know how.”

That gets him a sharp look. He can feel that dark gaze boring into him. “What do you mean?”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here with you, either,” Inuyasha states, practically growling. “You think I want to be reminded of my—” Death. Of his death. “But wherever you go, I’m pulled there. No fucking idea as to why.”

Agent Kagome Higurashi kills Agent Inuyasha Taisho in action. Neither let go.

How Does Your Garden Grow? (M; ongoing) by @dawnrider

An Ingary-esque AU: Kagome, the newest generation of caretakers of the Higurashi House, finally starts to feel like her garden and business is thriving with the help of her friend Jinenji. Their routine is thrown off by the arrival of an injured visitor who does not want to be found…

How to Train Your Dog Demon (M; ongoing) by @anxietyaardvark

Izayoi is tired of Inuyasha's excuses. All he does is work; despite his protests, she knows he's lonely. She decides to get him a companion to get him out of the house, and when she finds a no-nonsense dog trainer with great reviews, ulterior motives take over.

Once Upon a New Moon’s Nonsense (T; complete) by @mrfeenysmustache

A lot has changed over the centuries, and where once his kind was hunted, now they’re just… tolerated.

And well, Inuyasha is lonely.

For one night a month, Inuyasha gets to be wholly human instead of half, and he takes full advantage, lining up dates weeks in advance in the hopes of finding someone sweet and accepting who will potentially love him Hanyo heritage and all, and he has the perfect spot for wooing- a local restaurant with the comfiest atmosphere, cheapest drinks, best food, and cutest waitress.

But that’s NOT why he goes.

It’s not.

It is.

Sense and Sensibility, an Inuyasha Retelling (T; ongoing) by @kalcia, @ruddcatha

When their father dies, the Higurashi sisters Sango and Kagome suddenly find their fortunes changed overnight. The sisters begin to find their own paths, as one learns to step away from the practical to learn to dream with the help of the dashing Miroku, and the other sees the importance of stability in a world of fancy with the steadfast Inuyasha. An adaptation of the Jane Austen Novel Sense and Sensibility.

Willow (E; ongoing) by @lavendertwilight89

Kagome had been planning to move to the States for years and when she graduated and got a job offer in LA, she hopped on a plane and was reunited with her best friend Inuyasha. What they hadn't realized was the growing concern over COVID-19 and the eventual shut down and mandatory quarantine of the world could ruin Kagome's plans. When Inuyasha comes up with a plan to keep her in the country, will she accept?

#fic recs #sunsetskys #asks and answers #fawnie's recs #inukag #inuyasha x kagome

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rosego1dd · 2 years

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exiled watcher!grian stans come get y’all juice!!!!

guess what it’s 6am on a school morning so i’m writing aus again, now hear me out:

watchers are a little like reapers from Im The Grim Reaper (webtoon by GRAVEWEAVER read it rn or i will turn ur bones into protein powder) in the sense that they’re kind of chosen by both what they’ve done in their mortal lives and the level of interest other watchers have in them.

now, this is where we go off on a bit of a tangent. When most watchers are ascended they kind of just,,accept their fate as the living embodiment of twitch chat because what else would they do?

well, enter Grian. who decides that he’s going to take “living embodiment of twitch chat” and use it to cause watchers higher up in the hierarchy Severe Mental Anguish. Because technically, that’s what he’s supposed to do, right? I mean, the watchers never specified who he should torment.

And here’s the thing: this man is like a roach who won’t die. he took a page out of peepaw afton’s book because he always manages to come back. I was once told a story about a cat my grandparents had, when they tried to get rid of it by driving it 3+ hours away and dropping it off in the middle of nowhere, (not going to mention the moral issues, poor kitty :( ) it came home the next day completely unscathed. And that’s just how Grian is. The watchers did almost everything in their ability to get rid of him without turning him mortal but nothing worked.

And even then. Even when he had is immortality ripped from him, Grian still just didn’t care. Which pissed them off even further because why isn’t he groveling at their feet for forgiveness?! Why is he brushing off being damned to the mortal realm and proceeding to get an army of parrots instead?? Like, hello??

I love this au. so much. because it’s literally just Grian memeing Actual Gods for shits and giggles.

#grian #mcytumblr #mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian headcanon #watcher grian headcanon #mcyt watchers #mcyt headcanons #grian hermitcraft #grian au #watcher grian au

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onlyjaeyun · 2 months

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GURLLL

as soon as I finished reading the chapter I was like awake for whole 2 hours until I went to buy coffee (cuz atthe end of their 2hrs I couldn't stay awake literally fallings asleep in such worst position 😭😭😭 my back was paining so badddd ) (was awake till 2am nd then woke up at 6am + my sleep deprivation i was hoping to reach on time i did 🙏🏼just to submit the assignment nd attendance for class 😕😕)

GETTING A KISS FROM A PRETTY MISS 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼IM BLESSED

literally the way i expected hoon to be break after a lot more pestering but mans not denying being pussy drunk 😋 THEIR PRIVATE THOUGHTS LIKE TALK PPL but they won't they will pretend to hate nd something will happen again and they will be away from each other (as they say distance makes the heart grow fonder )

I'm so excited on how the story goes from now on cuz ik ur mind like UR MIND wanna see your thought processes (hope that didn't sounded weird 😭😭)

ND NEW THEME ATEE LITERALLY LOVE IT SMM it looks so well coordinated nd each and every theme it looks so good nd i stare at the screen like 😍😍😍😍😍😍 literally stared at ur theme rn nd came here

HELLO BABY AND THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET FEEDBACK AND WORDS AND RUGH PLS ACCEPT ALL MY KISSES!!!!🥺🥺🥺🩷

i hope the assignment went/is going well and that you got to catch up on the lack of sleep!! pls take care of yourself, ilysm!🩷

i wish i could bring you guys along in my hesd for my thought processes but it's..very messy 💀 i wouldnt want to traumatize you guys 🤕

#; mailbox 📬#; cold hearts

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic - Chapter 16

Hello hello friends! I hoep you all are doing well! This will not be proof-read - I start a second job tomorrow and I have to be up at 6am (bleh). Anyway, please enjoy!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The reader and Eddie camp out at Reefer Rick’s while the Hawkins gang tries to figure out how the heck they’re going to stop Vecna and prove Eddie’s innocence.

DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: Fluff, language, discussion of murder and demonic possession. Also - not to offend any Stancy shippers - but we’re not doing that here. That is definitely going to be part of this fix-it situation. Jancy is here to stay because Jancy has literally been my ship since day one back in 2016 when this ridiculous show first came out.

Chapte 16

Time felt like it was going by incredibly slow and incredibly fast at the same time. I woke up at first when the sun came up. It lit the room, casting shadows across the walls. I sleepily pulled Eddie closer to me and then everything that had happened the previous day and night came crashing down on me. I opened my eyes suddenly wide awake and I stared at Eddie, who was still asleep next to me. His hair was all over his face and his chest rose and fell slowly. Every part of me ached to be able to scream at the entire town of Hawkins that this man was innocent. If they only knew him, they would see that he couldn’t possibly have hurt Chrissy. He was too good. Too kind.

I wrestled with myself for a moment, trying to stop the tears from pouring out. I moved closer to Eddie and rested a hand on his chest. He was still mostly asleep, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. I listened to his heart beating in his chest. It was the best heart I had ever known.

I fell asleep for a little while longer after that. I was woken up by the scratching sound of Dustin’s walkie talkie. Then I heard a muffled voice coming through the speaker. Both Eddie and I sleepily sat up from our place wrapped around one another. Eddie rubbed his eyes as he reached for the walkie talkie.

“Morning, Henderson,” he said.

“Eddie it’s almost noon,” Dustin said.

“Whatever,” Eddie said, “what’s going on?”

“We’re coming to the house,” Dustin said. “We need you to let us in,”

“Roger that,” Eddie said.

“Over and out,” Dustin said.

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbled. “Over and out,”

Eddie set the walkie talkie back on the night stand and looked at me. His eyes looked heavy with sleep and a little bit of stubble was forming on his face. I pushed his hair out of his face and he closed his eyes at my touch. Eddie leaned his head into my hand and kissed my palm.

“I was really hoping that when I woke up that all of this would have been a dream,” he said. “Except for you,”

“It feels like a dream,” I said. Eddie’s eyes met mine and he leaned forward to kiss me once. He rested his forehead on mine and closed his eyes. I held his face in my hands and stroked his cheek with my thumb. “Come on,” I said. “We should get dressed, they’ll probably be here soon,”

Eddie nodded and we both got out of bed. Eddie pulled on his pants and I gave him his Hellfire shirt. I put on my own clothes and walked with Eddie out to the living room to watch for Steve’s car.

After about ten minutes we saw the car pull up. They moved slow so the engine wouldn’t make too much noise. I watched as Dustin, Max, Robin, and Steve all carfully closed their doors and then snuck up to the front porch. Eddie had the door open before they could knock.

“We’ve got news,” Dustin said as he walked in.

“Good news?” I asked.

“Not really,” Robin said.

“It’s pretty bad out there,” Steve said.

The four of them sat down on the couch across from me and Eddie. Dustin spoke first. “The cops are convinced that Eddie is the murderer. He’s at least the prime suspect. They haven’t put out his name publicly, so that’s at least kind of good. It’ll happen though, sooner or later,”

“And once they do...” Max said.

“I’ll be undesirable number one,” Eddie said, chewing on his lower lip nervously.

“Yeah basically,” Robin sighed defeatedly.

“I don’t mean to be questioning you all, but how exactly are you planning on defeating the evil wizard?” I asked. “How have you stopped this shit before?”

“We usually rely on Eleven,” Steve admitted. “She usually takes care of everything with her superpowers.” He paused, not sure if he should go on. “But she kinda lost them last time.”

“Lost them?” I asked.

“She overexerted herself last time,” Max said. “It was like she blew a fuse or something,”

“And she’s in California anyway,” Dustin said. “It’s not exactly like she could show up today and stop Vecna even if she had her superpowers,”

There was a deafening silence as we all realized how hopeless the situation seemed. It was interrupted by the sudden outbreak of police sirens seeming to come from down the road. We all ducked down to be out of sight from the windows. I crept to the edge of the nearest window at watched as a line of police cars zoomed past the house.

“They aren’t stopping here,” I said, relief flooding through my body.

“But where are they going?” Dustin asked.

“My trailer park is in that direction,” Eddie said. “Why would they be going back there?”

“You don’t think-” Robin started and then stopped before she could voice the horrible idea.

“There’s going to be another victim,” Max said, standing up. “We’ve gotta follow them,”

They started to pour out of the house and then Eddie grabbed me. “Go with them,” he said.

“What?” I asked. “And leave you here?”

“Yes,” Eddie replied. “Go figure out what’s happening. Make sure that son of a bitch didn’t get my uncle ok?”

I realized Eddie was scared the monster had come back to his trailer and had killed Wayne just like it had killed Chrissy. “Of course,” I said. “I’ll be back,”

“I know,” Eddie said. “Now, go on,”

I rushed out the door and yelled for Steve to hold on. “I’m coming!” I said.

I slid into the back seat with Max and Dustin as Steve pulled out of the driveway. Steve was quick to catch up to the cops. He followed them closely until we reached Forrest Hill. The trailer park entrance was swarmed with cops. All around us there were men in uniforms moving about, mostly trying to keep onlookers at bay. Steve parked the car and we all got out. I was scanning the crowd of people, looking for Wayne or any sign of a body and then I noticed a familiar face.

“Nancy?” I asked to myself.

It was almost on cue - she looked up from the police officer she was talking to and met my glance. She looked terrified. Me and Steve exchanged a look and he looked equally concerned. We waited a few minutes for Nancy to finish answering the cops’ questions. When she was finally able to, she rushed over to us.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked.

“It’s Fred,” Nancy said, “they found his body this morning. I was here with him yesterday trying to get answers about the body found in the trailer - he disappeared. I couldn’t find him, he was just gone - and now...” she spoke quickly until her voice choked and she had to fight back tears. “He’s dead. He’s been killed.”

“Do they think Eddie did it?” I asked. “Do they think Eddie killed Fred?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “They think he’s involved with Chrissy’s death, but he has no connections to Fred. All I know is they’re looking for him,”

“We know where he is,” Robin said and then the boys shushed her.

“Come on,” Steve said, “let’s get out of here, we’ll catch you up,”

---

After we had all traded information, we began to strategize. Nancy wanted to pursue the Victor Creel story that she had heard from Wayne Munson. He was supposedly a psychobath from back in the day that had killed his family and ended up in Pennhurst Asylum. Wayne theorized that he had broken out of the asylum and come back to Hawkins. I felt like it might be a long shot, but it at least was something.

“Wait,” Max said. “I might have something,” We all looked at her expectantly, “Chrissy was seeing Ms. Kelly. Maybe she can fill us in on something we don’t know,”

“Like what?” Steve asked.

“Like a motive?” Max asked. “Maybe Chrissy was dealing with something we’re all unaware of,”

“We’ve gotta split up,” I said. “There’s too much ground to cover.”

We decided that Steve, Dustin, and Max would go pay a visit to Ms. Kelly’s house while Nancy, Robin, and I would investigate the Victory Creel theory. Before we split up, I asked Dustin to borrow his walkie talkie. I turned to the channel Eddie’s was set to.

“Hey,” I said. “Come in, I’ve got news,”

Eddie’s voice crackled out of the speaker. “What’s going on?”

“It wasn’t your uncle,” I said. “But it was another Hawkins student,”

“Oh God,” Eddie said. “Any plans?”

“We’re going to split up,” I said. “I’m going to the library with Nancy and Robin,”

“Nancy Wheeler?” Eddie asked. “She’s involved?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Dustin is going with Max and Steve to visit the school counselor to ask her some questions,”

“I’m very confused,” Eddie said.

“I’ll fill you in once we know more,” I said. “Over and out,”

“Over and out,” Eddie replied.

I followed Nancy to her car and got in the passenger’s seat. Within a few minutes were back in town and parked outside the library.

“Do you really think that this guy broke out and killed Chrissy and Fred?” I asked Nancy as we scanned through newspaper archives.

“It’s a longshot, I know,” Nancy said. “I just don’t want to leave any stone unturned,”

“Not gonna lie,” Robin said, “it would make me feel a lot better if we’re dealing with just an average psychopath and not some kind of interdimensional dark wizard man,”

“Why did Victor Creel kill his family anyway?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Nancy said, “Mr. Munson wasn’t sure either,”

“Is it possible that this all could be connected?” Robin asked. “Like could what happened to Victor Creel and his family be what is happening to us now?”

“That was like thirty years ago,” Nancy said. “The gate to the Upside Down didn’t open until like three years ago,”

“But what if there was another gate?” I asked. “We’re looking for the wrong things, the wrong connections,”

Robin suddenly got up and left the room. She returned a few minutes later, holding something new for us to scan through. “It’s The Weekly Watcher,” she said excitedly.

“That stuff is just full of fake UFO sightings,” Nancy said, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah but maybe they wrote about good old Victor Creel back in the day,” Robin said, optimistically.

“They’ll probably make it out to be a demonic possesion or something,” I said. “Especially back in the fifties,”

Robin paused. “Um... Y/N” she said. “Are you like psychic or do you have a secret obsession with The Weekly Watcher that we should know about?”

“No and no,” I said, “Why?”

“You need to look at this,” Robin replied.

Me and Nancy both moved over to where Robin was staring down at a headline printed in large black letters.

MAN KILLS FAMILY, BLAMES DEMONIC POSSESSION

“What the fuck?” I asked.

We scanned through the article. Victor Creel claimed that his family’s house was haunted by a powerful demon. After they had hired a priest to perform an exorcism, Creel claimed that the family was attacked and killed as punishment. Victor was left alive to bare the pain this exact punishment.

“There’s no way,” Nancy said.

“We’re dealing with the idea that demons and multiple dimensions are possible, how is this going too far for you?” I asked. “It’s a lead,”

“Right,” Robin said. “What if the demon was Vecna?”

“Oh my God,” Nancy said.

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When we finished up at the library, I asked Nancy to drop me off at Dustin’s house. I needed to pick up some clean clothes and I wanted to grab some supplies for Eddie. My aunt wasn’t home when I entered the house, so I scratched out a note saying that I had come by and was going to spend another night with Robin.

I went back to my room and changed quickly. I pulled out my backpack and stuffed a few shirts and another pair of jeans into it. I located all of Eddie’s shirts that I had stolen from him in the last three months and then went to raid the fridge.

Just as I was zipping up the backpack, there was a knock at the door. I froze and slowly approached the door. I couldn’t place why, but I felt incredibly uneasy about who was on the otherside. I peaked out the peephole and saw a handsome young man standing on the front porch. He was blonde, blue eyed, and was wearing a green Hawkins High letterman jacket. Before he knocked again, I opened the door.

“Hi,” I said. “Who are you?”

“My name is Jason Carver,” the young man replied. “Is Dustin here? We were meant to hang out today,”

Something felt terribly wrong about this situation. “Uh, no he’s not here,” I said.

“Do you know where he might be?” he asked.

“Not sure,” I said. “Maybe the arcade?”

“Already looked there,” Jason said.

“Then I really can’t help you,” I said. “Sorry,”

“Tell him I stopped by when you see him,” Jason said. “I really need to talk to him,” Jason was just about to turn around to leave when he paused and looked back at me. “Aren’t you Munson’s girl?”

That was it. He was looking for Eddie. “Not anymore,” I said. “Broke up with him a few weeks ago,”

“So you wouldn’t know where he is then?” he asked.

“Not in the slightest,” I said.

“That’s probably for the best,” Jason said. “Nice girl like you shouldn’t be hanging out with freaks like him,”

“You have a good day now,” I said and closed the door.

I locked it behind me, my heart racing. I watched as Jason met up with several other boys at his car across the street. Then I heard a thump coming from Dustin’s room. I panicked, thinking they were breaking into the house. I grabbed an umbrella that was leaning the corner next to the door and slowly began to approach Dustin’s room. When I was outside, I could hear someone shuffling around inside. I busted the door open, my umbrella at the ready and then suddenly stopped when I saw a familiar face.

“Lucas!?” I cried.

“Y/N!” he yelled. “Don’t swing, I just needed Dustin’s walkie to warn him Jason’s looking for him. I’m going to divert them if I can,”

“Why are they trying to find Dustin?” I asked.

“They know Eddie killed Chrissy and they think that Dustin knows where he is,” Lucas said.

“Wow you are so out of the loop,” I said. “Eddie’s innocent, it’s the Upside Down that’s doing all of this,”

Lucas froze. “How do you know about the Upside Down?” he asked.

“Dustin told me,” I said.

“Never mind,” Lucas said. “I gotta get these guys out of here. Stay away from Jason, he’s lost his mind,”

---

Once I saw Jason drive away with the rest of his gang, I went out to find my bike. It took too long, but I finally made it back to Reefer Rick’s. The sun had set by the time I stashed my bike in the boathouse. I snuck in the back door and called out for Eddie. I walked slowly through the house hissing Eddie’s name. Finally he popped out from the bathroom, I couldn’t help but notice the pocket knife in his hand.

“Eddie, it’s me,” I said. “Put it down,”

“Sorry,” he said. “can never be too careful,”

“I brought you some stuff,” I said, passing him the backpack.

“God you’re the best,” he said.

We sat in the bedroom with the walkie talkie near as I filled him in on everything we had found out today. We hadn’t heard from Dustin or Lucas and I was beginning to get worried. The house was dark, the only light coming from a candle we found. It lit the bedroom with an orange glow, casting flickering shadows across our faces. Suddenly the walkie talkie sprang to life.

“Code red!” Dustin’s voice shouted. “Code red, we’re coming your way!”

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“We’ll be there in 20!” Dustin shouted. “It’s Max!”

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GGE2022 ;)

Hello!

A GGE2022 for @imikhailotakeyouian , definitely a stickler for details and an imperfect perfectionist so i apologize for the long wait😭 I really hope you enjoy your gift tho!! (i do intend to post it on AO3 too, so i'll come back and link it here when i get the chance💫)

And a very big thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting this years exchange❣️

Rated: M

Words: 3,330

Prompt: "Ian finally takes Mickey to the beach

Social media!AU

Any AUs/anything Gallavich makes me happy really"

Tags: fluff, toothrottingfluff, jealousy, jealous!ian, domesticity,postcannon, soft!mickey

Mickey's head is killing him, his eyes are lidded and tinged red from constant rubbing and his whole body feels like it's moving through a thick jello, leaving him weighted and slow. He had Ian to blame for this. To blame for his excessive tiredness. He was awoken this morning at 5am to an extra giddy Ian, rushed in the shower, and forced to leave by 6am(without a morning quickie he might add). And this all would've been unforgivable, an absolute injustice, if Mickey wasn't about to board a flight to Jamaica to go lounge drunk on their famed nude beaches with his very sexy husband Ian for their anniversary. And even if he tried, he couldn’t deny it, the fact that Ian is just so thoughtful. Surprising Mickey with an impromptu beach vacay for the second time in a row now. So as Mickey entered the airport with an utterly delighted husband hot on his trail like an overly excited puppy he couldn’t help but to think back to their first attempt at a beach trip…

"Mickey... Mick... get up. C'mon sleepy head."

"Gallagher” Mickey grumbled as he fought back a yawn and squinted through sleepy eyes. “It's like four in the morning man, can't this wait?"

"Mick it's literally twelve in the afternoon."

"Oh. Same difference." he muttered as he rolled over and nuzzled his pillow attempting to drift back off into sleep.

"Mick seriously, get up." Ian laughed as he shook his husband and wrapped his arms around him squeezing him tight.

"I swear I'll make it worth your while.” He says voice is sultry and inviting, practically dripping with honey.

"You really waking me up for a morning quickie Mr. Milkovich." Mickey replied with playfulness evident in his tone.

"No Mr. horny, I've got a surprise for you." He said, flicking Mickey on the nose and then hushing it with a soft kiss.

"A sexy surprise?" Mickey asked incredulously.

"Well... sorta," said Ian.

"This is n o t a sexy surprise." Mickey said, as he stared at what looked to be the world's most polluted beach. Or y'know just your regular average Southside public beach.

“Yeah I didn’t really expect it to be this…” Ian trailed off disgust and a bit of disappointment written plain on his face. The wind was loud in their ears, whistling the classic tune of ‘Get The Fuck Back Inside, It’s Too Damn Cold For This Shit’. A tune Mickey never ignored.

“Hey freckles, just in case you didn’t get the memo, it’s like below zero temperatures outside.”

“No it’s not, Mick. It’s like thirty degrees at worst.” Ian shot back.

“Okay, well I don’t know how you plan on doing this beach day at the start of March, genius.” Said Mickey.

“Don’t worry, we can just come back in the summer.” Mickey said, discerning his husband's disappointment and pulling him into an embrace mostly to console him but also to steal some of his body heat. Ian didn’t mind, what Mickey didn’t know was that his thoughts were already elsewhere.

“Yeah okay, you may be right.” Ian huffed a small laugh, finally giving in to the shiver that he was holding back as if somehow that would mean admitting defeat and accepting that it actually was in fact very cold.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Mick.” and that was the end of that. Or so Mickey thought.

One Year Later.

"This is gonna be great, Mick!" Ian exclaims, beaming ear to ear after fighting back another yawn.

"We're gonna go straight to the beach!" He has one arm wrapped around his short thug of a husband and in the other holds both his and Mickey's carry-on. It wasn’t a short impromptu vacation that Ian had planned at the very last minute, but it was much better. He figured their armed transportation business was doing pretty well and they had saved up a ton of extra money in the bank, and Mickey had just been working so hard with all the managing and security work and shit that hey, why not give themselves a little treat, right?

"We gotta check in and unpack first, dummy." Mickey says with mock annoyance. He hates to admit it but all Ian’s excitement was actually quite adorable. It reminded him of how Ian was back in their earlier days when they had just first started seeing each other in secret, fooling around in the back of the Kash&Grab, and sneaking underneath the bleachers.

"I know that already, sweetheart." Ian coos, ever since the start of their anniversary month he had picked up this funny little habit of responding to Mickey's attitude with over the top affection. Mick playfully bops him on the nose before they board their plane and settle into their seats. Without even waiting for any of the other passengers to board Mickey reclines his seat and places a sleeping mask askew over his eyes, planning to drift off into snooze-ville before the plane takes off. He takes one last peak at his studious Ian seated beside him, nose already buried in some book, before pulling his mask securely into place and dozing off. Well, dozing off for about five minutes before he was so rudely interrupted by a quiet

"Excuse me."

For god knows what reason, some stupid mix up with the tickets or whatever, Mickey was in the wrong seat and some fuckhead standing in front of Ian would like him to move. Or at least that's what he’s gathered from listening in to the conversation happening right beside him with some stranger and his husband.

“Absolutely not.” Mickey deadpans. Believe it or not he actually didn’t mean to come off as aggressive for once in his life, but Ian had woken him up waaaay too early. Trip or not Milkovich’s don’t get up before noon on a weekend, and he was already nicely settled into his seat and too comfy to migrate down the plane having to brush shoulders with a bunch of randos with morning breath probably.

“C’mon, Mick.” Ian sighs, already exasperated.

“It’s only a couple seats down, let’s just move.” He says as he nudges Mickey’s shoulder, probably giving him the ‘please let’s not make a scene just this once’ puppy dog eyes, but his magic can’t work on his husband this time seeing as how Mickey still has his eyes shielded with his sleepmask.

“M’not moving Gallagher. Already comfy. Can’t shithead just sit in the already free seat?” Mickey asserts.

“Not moving from my window seat.” He repeats once more and crosses his arms over his chest in defiance.

“Actually it has nothing to do with wanting a window seat, as it happens I actually prefer the aisle.” Came the stranger’s voice.

“It’s just that they seated me in a window seat right at the front, with all this legroom and empty space and it’s making me a little nervous.” He forces out a chuckle, obviously embarrassed but still trying his best to make light of the situation.

“Like the opposite of claustrophobia I guess, if that makes any sense?” The strange man laughs.

“No, it actually doesn't.” Mickey grumbles.

“I’m a nervous flyer and I guess it just makes me feel safer to be compressed.” Suddenly Ian’s body language shifts, he sits up right and turns to face the stranger.

“Say no more, I’ll switch with you.” Ian declares like he’s doing the guy some big favor, but Mickey doesn’t need to look at his husband to know that there is a goofy little grin plastered on his face. But Mickey does in fact dramatically rip off his night mask to shoot Ian a death glare. One that says ‘how dare you abandon me?!’without even having to utter a word.

“Wait, so you’re giving up a window seat and extra leg room?” He asks, almost in disbelief. The younger skinny stranger nods with extra enthusiasm, as if he was a salesman trying to seal a deal.

“You’re welcome to join me at any point, darling.” Ian replies all coy and shit as he closes his book and shimmies out of his seat and down the cramped plane aisle, just to end up sitting about two seats in front of his husband.

‘We can get through this right?’ Mickey thinks to himself as anxiety, and of course a total fucking stranger, start to settle in. `We've been separated by bars, by Terry, and even the Mexican border! There’s no way I’m panicking over a couple of plane seats!’ But here they are, literally just some old couple reading in silence and a jaded looking woman with her equally moody teenaged daughter placed in the rows between them. And on the inside Mickey’s mind is racing with thoughts like… ‘How could my husband do this to me? Wow, the ultimate betrayal. Now I have to move… but I’m already so comfy. You know what, he’ll just have to sit all by his lonesome then. Not my fault he decided to ditch me. Now I’m stuck sitting next to some weirdo for the rest of this dumbass flight, so serves him right anyways.’ But as the minutes pass Mickey surprisingly lets his curiosity get the better of him and he moves his night mask a little to get a peak at the so-called weirdo in question. And as he glances over he meets eyes with a young man who is practically swallowed up by his own large gray hoodie which almost distracts him from the man’s surprising striking features. Dark green eyes, razor-edged cheekbones, what seemed to be a small brown beauty mark above the left side of his upper lip and… Wow, what a crazy fucking coincidence, because as the stranger turned to meet Mickey’s gaze his hoodie pulls back just enough revealing fiery auburn hair. ‘Dude is totally stunning and a redhead?!’ Mickey thinks. ‘Oh my god he's just like a younger version of my husband!’ And as they share a quick smile Mickey is again reminded of how totally hopelessly in love with Ian he really is. ‘I wonder if he's a natural redhead..? Well, we're gonna be on this plane ride for a while so… there’s probably no shame in asking, right?’

Ian on the other hand, who was at one point as cool as a cucumber waiting for Mickey to get up and switch seats, is now a bit of a nervous wreck. Because ‘Why hasn't Mickey switched seats yet? Could he possibly be distracted? Maybe I should get up and remind him, or-’ But as he finally decides to go back and beg his husband to come join him the plane departs and he is forced to try to make peace with the fact that he won’t be riding beside Mickey. And yeah he might be more than a little upset, but then he thinks about how Mickey must be annoyed with his new plane mate, so he tries to focus and listen to see if he can hear Mickey being irritated by the poor talkative fool. “Oh a redhead, is that all natural or you get that outta ten dollar Revlon box?” He hears his husband chuckle. ‘A redhead?!’ Ian thinks, his brain sounding off alarms. ‘Don’t be ridiculous Ian, that doesn’t mean anything.’ he thinks to himself as he tries his best not to, but he can’t help the red hot burn of jealousy throbbing deep in his chest no matter how hard he tries to fight it back with logic. With each hour passing he feels his anger slowly start to bubble to the surface and just as he's about to explode the pilot announces that the plane will be landing and soon passengers will have started to depart. So out of the "greater good of his heart" Ian ends up deciding that he's just being paranoid and that the guy chatting up his husband is in fact just being friendly and nothing more. So Ian decides to let it go, it’s not like he wants to ruin this first trip alone with his husband anyway. So when the plane lands he makes sure to love up on Mickey from the airport all the way to the hotel check in and and to the beach.

"I'm telling you Mick, you need to reapply your suntan lotion! It's been two hours, and the bottle says to apply at least every hour!" Ian nags. And yeah he nags, but it’s with love, so sue him!

"Nah, they just want you to buy more of their shit. Anyhow, I'm not as pale as your ghostly ass, you should be the one worried about sunscreen here Mr. I burn like a vampire in the daylight.” Mickey chuckles.

“And if you don't come here, you're gonna miss seeing this crab, man. Little guy’s fascinating! Think he's looking for a new house!" Mickey babbles, crouched down in the sand, a half smoked joint pitched between his fingers. He was already a shade tanner and his eyes were a lazy tinge of red. Mickey was so beautiful like this. Relaxed, a little buzzed, and off in his own little world no longer burdened by the traumas that once plagued their love like Terry or prison or shitty sadistic PO’s.

"I want to see him too, baby, but you're gonna bitch all night if you get burned! Come on, it'll only take a sec."

"Nah, man. That shit s'all sticky and cold. It fucks with my high, and I might miss when Mr. Krabs finds his new house! If I burn then I burn, bitch!"

"You named the crab Mr. Krabs?” Ian giggles as he stares at the little guy who seems to have stolen his husband’s full attention.

“Not Shelly or Pincher or somethin’, you’re really going with Mr. Krabs?" Ian laughs.

“Yep.” Mickey says grinning up at his big orange giant.

“How original, Mick.” snickers Ian.

“Hey, I’m on vacation. I don’t need to be creative on vacation. I don’t need to be anything on vacation but good and high.” He takes another drag of his joint before placing it in the tiny ashtray he brought along with him and then grabs Ian and pulls him down onto him, startling and exciting him in the process.

“Well high, and on top of my husband of course.” the Milkovich says with that same flirty tone of voice that never fails to make Ian’s stomach do summersaults. And it takes every ounce of self control in his body to tear himself from Mickey when his phone rings and he knows that it’s either another goddamn ‘family emergency’, or it’s something work related that ‘just can’t wait’.

So, much to Mickey's dismay, Ian sits in the sand and answers a call from Kev regarding the transportation business while Mickey takes it upon himself to avoid work at all costs and nap beside Ian looking all cute. And by god’s name it takes everything in Ian to not just stare in awe at his beautiful husband laying face down drooling just a little on his beach chair looking very much double cheeked up in his tight blue swim trunks. ‘So blue that they almost match the blue of his damn near mesmerizing eyes, but not quite because the blue in his eyes is just too beautiful that no man-made creation could ever recreate that specific color that is Mickey and oh shit he's staring, and oh shit he's definitely waking up now…’

“Hey, there,” Mickey murmured.

“Hey, sunshine,” was all Ian could say. Still a bit stunned by Mickey’s unwitting beauty.

“Sunshine?” Mickey raises a brow.

"What's up with all the mushy gushy shit, huh lover?" he asks with a sleepy laugh, finally deciding to call it out.

In response, Ian reaches up to brush his fingers against his husband’s cheek, his once pale face now a bit bronzed and heated by the sunlight spread over them.

“You just got a bit of sun on your face, thas all. Also chair marks,” Ian moves his hand to the opposite side, feeling the faint lines pressed into his lover’s skin.

“Meanwhile you look like you’ve been very busy, real important business I see.” Mickey laughs.

“You should get some rest there, Red. Must be real tired after all that hard work playing in the sand and whatnot.” but Ian knows it’s not an insult, nor is his tone heated. He actually sounds content. So Ian huffs a small laugh in response and wraps his long arms around Mickey’s waist, burying his face into the soft part of his stomach and purring like a cat in the sun.

“Thank you for your concern, but a nap is the last thing I wanna do right now.” He mutters into Mickey’s stomach.

“Ohh, so you trying to get back to the hotel then Mr. Milkovich.” Mickey asks with a smirk. And Ian doesn’t even honor such a stupid question with such an obvious answer, and instead he grabs Mickey by the hips and hoists him up out of his beach chair and kisses him with a burning desire.

“Okay. Hotel. Now.” Mickey says, lips bitten and red, eyes a little glazed over with lust.

Hand in hand they walk along the sandy beach, enjoying the warm sun and the cool ocean breeze, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore providing a soothing background noise as they make their way back to the resort. "This is amazing," Ian says, interrupting the silence and smiling as he looks out at the ocean. "I can't believe we're actually here." and somehow Mickey knows that he’s not just talking about being here on the beach. But here. Together at last.

Eventually they make it to the hotel and quickly they rush their way through the entrance and make a beeline straight for the elevators, but before they can even make it past the hotel bar Ian is suddenly blind sighted by his actual worst nightmare. They’re greeted by none other than Mickey’s plane mate.

“Mickey? Hey! How’s it going?” He smiles brightly, too damn bright if you asked Ian, and makes his way over completely uninvited.

“Oh, hey. Brett? Right?” Mickey replies, thumbing at his brow.

“Brandon actually.” The man laughs, seemingly unfazed by Mickey's lack of gentility.

“So… this is crazy huh, I thought I had seen the last of you. Thankfully I was wrong though.” says Brett or Brandon or whoever.

“What’re you doing right now? I mean, I am working but I could definitely make you a drink. My shift ends in a bit actually.” And this time Ian knows that he's blatantly flirting with Mickey and there’s just no way he can hold his anger back now.

"He's married! To me! He's my husband!" Ian exclaims angrily, red in the face, a scorching rage igniting in his emerald eyes and permeating through his entire body as he grabs Mickey by the hand before getting in between him and plane guy. All it takes is one look and Mickey can see it in Brett’s(or Brandon’s or whoever’s) face that he has no intention of pushing back against Ian, and he watches as the poor guy basically folds up into a shell of himself and just embarrassedly backs off. So Ian doesn’t wait a second and finally drags Mickey into the elevator and up to their hotel room but on the way up Mickey just can’t help but to tease him.

"Don't know what came over ya back there, firecrotch." Mickey laughs breathlessly, lips pressed lightly into that spot on Ian’s neck that he knows just drives him wild. Ian groans and kneads the thick flesh of Mickey’s ass fitted perfectly into his palms. He places a couple more wet kisses to his neck and up his jawline before biting his lip and pulling back to look at the absolute mess he’s made of his husband.

"Can't say I didn't like it though."

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