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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice is quiet, and she’s hoping it’s not shaky. “I would never never do that to my boys. They’re my miracles. My blessings.” She’s not entirely sure she believes that, but she figures if she says it often enough, it’ll stick. It’s not that she doesn’t love them, but she knows they’re not pure, knows they’re going to be found out one way or another. Babies didn’t just come from nowhere, and she was sure they didn’t come from god. But they were safe, and that was what mattered. If she left, if they left, they’d have nowhere to go. She wasn’t going to take a chance on that. “I’m staying. I have to stay.”

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"Oh my god," she laughs as she pushes her face into his hair, mostly to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. She doesn't mean to cry but it's hard to hide her emotions when she's feeling just about all of them at once. "We're getting married tomorrow." Despite the fact they'd been together for well over a year at this point, it still didn't feel real. Maybe other people would say that they had rushed into it, but Ronnie never had a second thought about saying yes. Pulling away softly, she sniffled and grinned up at him, reaching up to cup his face with one hand. "This time tomorrow we're finally gonna be husband and wife, isn't that just...perfect?"

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“You know what they say. Big tits...even bigger eyelashes.” He’s drunk.

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“Maybe we should have put up decorations.” He hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch all day. Well, he had moved once to pee and once to grab another six pack of beers from the fridge. He’d been drinking them warm by now. “That’d make it feel more like Christmas, huh?”

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Crimson doesn’t look up from where he’s reading, simply placing his finger on a page and looking up to his younger brother. “You want us to go on a camping trip, unprompted?” He raised a brow, eyes narrowed. “A camping trip, in December?” Crimson doesn’t believe it. He doesn’t know how both of his siblings can be so bad at lying. They’re easy to see through. “What did your wife plan?” He doesn’t mean to sound accusatory, but that’s his natural defense. Clover had already agreed immediately. Clover didn’t usually question anything when it came to time bonding with their brothers. He liked spending time together, the three of them. He didn’t even mind it when Ronnie came along, because at least then he had someone he knew could play referee between the three of them. “Why does it have to be birthday related?” Clover mused, snapping Crimson’s book shut for him. “Why can’t we just go stay at the cabin in December? We can use the fireplace, make hot chocolate, it’ll be fun.”

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When she’s caught, she’s scared for a second. She never knows if he can see her or not. She’d drifted in and out before, but always at a distance. It was always hard to find him, even when she was near constantly at the boys’ sides. Klaus was harder to latch onto for her. Maybe he was trying to send her away. She averted her gaze when she saw his eyes open, scooting back on her knees. It left them at eye level, where she was knelt on the side of his bed. She wasn’t watching him, of course, just praying. Which, she guessed other people might find a little strange, given the circumstances. 

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“Just, y’know, don’t be a bummer.”

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“Hey, why can’t the bank keep any secrets?” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “too many tellers.”

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“Oh, would you look at that, time’s up.” It’s right when Steve walks in the door. He pretends like he wasn’t going to end the night early, but they both knew better than that. “Time to pack up, dorks.” he gestures to the table, scattered with papers and dice. “Grab your shit and get out.” He doesn’t mean to sound so harsh but his boyfriend is in the doorway, and Eddie has been itching to get his hands on him all day. He offers Steve a grin from across the table as he clears his own things, haphazardly tucking everything into a folder. “Don’t be a stranger, Harrington, come give me a hand.”

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“One step closer and I’m using this to remove your appendages.” She doesn’t look up from where she’s cutting vegetables. She can see his shadow against the doorway of the tiny kitchen, so she knows he’s there even if he’s attempting to be sneaky. “I’m making dinner, you’re eating it. If you walk in here and open a cabinet,” she looks up now, brows raised at him sternly, “I will chop your fucking fingers off.” Now she’s waving the knife at him and she does actually mean business. One of them had to be tasked with being the responsible sibling, and if you asked anyone who knew them, it was never destined to be Eddie. Ginny didn’t mind it for the most part though, it at least meant she got to have a little more control over things most of the time.

“Heats aren’t pleasurable for me. They’re nothing but pain. Pain and nausea. I hate it.” ( —literally any of our ships, whoever u have muse for )

Well now he felt guilty for even bringing it up. “Is that a you thing or an omega thing?” Diego half mutters under his breath, picking at the dirt underneath his fingernails with a toothpick. This dinner wasn’t supposed to be depressing. “Don’t they make blockers for that sort of thing? So you don’t have to do it at all?”

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“I’ve got all night, baby.” He settled himself between the brunette’s thighs, “If you stop, I stop.” He hovered just above Steve, grinning down at him wolfishly. “I think that’s a fair enough trade, don’t you? I get to hear your voice, and you get to feel my lips.” He’d be lying if he didn’t love hearing Steve talk about the most mundane things. Any and every noise from his mouth was music to Billy’s ears. Hell, he’d listen to Steve Harrington read the phone book if it meant he got to get his hands and mouth on him.

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“You know you don’t have to narrate everything you do out loud. It’s kind of like reading your thoughts, and I’d feel a lot better thinking you just had elevator music playing up there.”

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“--Hey, nuh uh, you’re not not walking away from me.” Billy moves to grab his wrist, but just brushes it. He doesn’t want to get physical. “We’re not just gonna not talk about this. That’s not how-” he pauses, chewing the inside of his cheek, “that’s not how we work.” He’s been trying, really, he has. It’s just hard to be two different people, and yeah maybe he’s *scared* to drop the act. It’s a defense mechanism. “I’m trying to apologize, alright? For what I said, and what I did.” he blinks hard, frowning. He still wants to reach out and touch, but instead he’s shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. “Can you just forgive me already?”

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He doesn’t really ever hide the way he does drugs. It’s never tucked away in a corner or done politely in the bathroom. He’s unabashedly sniffing the powder from his hand before he’s shrugging and stretching his neck, adjusting the sunglasses over his eyes (despite being inside), and turning his attention back to the bottle at his fingertips. This time, though, he can feel the eyes on him-something he’s usually able to ignore. “Can I help you with something?” he turns his head towards her, brows raised slightly. “Cause the way I see it, we’ve got two options. Either we can go fuck this out in the bathroom, or you can go back to minding your business,” his lips curl into a grin as he leans in closer to her. If she agreed, great, that was a win for him. If she didn’t, he hoped the way he cocked his head to the side would be enough to scare her off. Either way he knew he’d get rid of the problem.

it’s been exactly one year since @munsxnisms and i wrote the “bigger than john lennon” au where poor heather sat through steve and billy boning in a shitty hotel room. god bless her.