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» @sugarfm​   /   eddie my love

        It was in the middle of the night when Billy snuck in through Eddie’s window. He was trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing that Wayne was home and asleep somewhere. The crunch of an empty cassette box under his boot surprised him, not helping with the whole ‘covert’  ❝ Shit ! ❞ he whispered harshly before instantly freezing to see if he had attracted any attention.

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[maybestronger]

RARE PAIR HELL : ♾️

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[liveshauntedmoved]

@sugarfm​ gets kisses /  morning kiss  .

            Being an early riser has kind of always been Storm’s thing - something he knows he got from his mother, while his sister got their father’s wanting to sleep in gene ; or whatever you want to call it. Mornings were some of his favourite things in the world, when the world is waking itself up and everyone was getting ready to get on by with their day ahead of them. Making coffee and something small for breakfast is what Storm was finishing up when spotted Lottie, and he really couldn’t help that smile that tugged at his lips, not that he would stop it. “Morning love,” He greets, walking over to her and placing a light kiss to her forehead, then one to her nose before leaving one on her lips. “I made us breakfast.”

[hellfire010]

"it wouldn't kill you to stop acting like you want to make love to satan on stage you know..." ironic to come from jason's lips as he's pulling his shirt back on after a long night with the band's front man. but he figured as long as he's sleeping with the enemy the least he can do is try to further the cause of his group. how he ended up here, he's unsure. one moment he's protesting, a sign in hand, bullhorn in the other, yelling about how satanist ideals kill good americans, the next he's falling into bed with the very person he was supposed to be boycotting. it was all very complicated and jason's conflict went deeper than just this transgression. still, even as he's suggested the tone down he's leaned over the bed, his lips pressing against eddie's. "and if you mention me by name while you're on stage tonight, i will break another of the ten commandments tonight." he warned before heading towards the door.

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Eddie’s ideal type had always been the ❛ untouchable, ❜ even back in high school. Back then, it was the jocks and cheerleaders he swooned for, falling into the occasional secret fling or hooking up with at parties. Now? Now his affections and lascivious desires fell on the cute, little Christian protestor who seemed to have a raging hate-boner for Des Cultes, always targeting their signings and shows. It was the perfect plan; seduce and destroy. And by destroy, Eddie really intended to sleep with him as many times as possible until Jason fell head-over-heels for the frontman, and soon they’d be inseparable, despite their differences— Gross. ❝ It wouldn’t kill you to nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh— ❞ The mocking ended with a raspberry, heavily accentuated by a jerking-off motion over his groin. At the attempted admonishment, Eddie rolled his eyes in distaste, yet he couldn’t help the closed-mouthed chuckle or the tiny mischievous smile he wore. ❝ Part of you likes it though. Admit it. You like the innuendos, the hip thrusts, the special eye contact—all of it. ❞ The teasing was part of the package when it came to wooing an ❛ untouchable. ❜ Each one seemed to enjoy having someone hang from their shoulders, nit-picking everything they said and pointing out all their shortcomings instead of worshipping the ground they walked on. And it seemingly worked on Jason, having him in bed so frequently. They’d even moved up to meeting at the bar every once in a while! A success, really.  ❝ But I’ll think about it, lover boy. Just fo— ❞ Words were muffled for a second, interrupted by lips on his. And suddenly, Eddie’s stomach swarmed with man-eating butterflies, and he lost the will to keep making fun. So maybe this was what Heaven tasted like; a thought that bounced around his head every time they met like this.  And then it was gone. ❝ Wh—H-hey! ❞ Stunned by whiplash, Eddie stumbled out of the hotel bed, still naked. Tangled sheets were quickly balled up in front of himself for some semblance of modesty, despite everything they’d done the night prior (and it was filthy, absolutely filthy and wild). Jason couldn’t leave, not yet, not like that, not with a threat that Eddie needed to counter. He dashed past the younger, all but shoving him aside, just to block the exit. ❝ No. Nope. No can do. A? You only get one. One! Option. Either I don’t mention you or I don’t talk about wanting to get railed by Satan. Not both. And B? ❞ Fingers found themselves tugging at the hem of Jason’s shirt, pulling him closer for a kiss, and another, and another, and another... ❝ And B... Leave me with more than a weak threat to remember you by, hm? Maybe, oh... I don’t know... A repeat of last night? ❞

[popularmxnster]

◈ ( stu 🥺)

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It was really just an ordinary day. Billy was over at Stu's for the weekend and Sidney was having a girls night with Tatum. The boys were just watching horror movies and Billy was smoking on nicotine and weed. He really wasn't listening to what Stu was saying. He was used to the rambling and he wouldn't admit it but it was a trait he did enjoy his best friend having. Sometimes it even got Billy out of his head but lately Billy had been struggling. His mom just left two weeks before and Billy shut himself down but he did sometimes open up just enough to let Stu know he wasnt okay. Today he was doing better though and maybe it was the drugs but he was relaxed and seemed a bit more like himself. "I ever tell you that you talk too damn much?" He questioned. "I really oughta make you shut up." A slow smirk pulled on the corner of Billys lips. He had always known there were feelings between them. He counted on it. His hand lazily brushed along Stu's back as his dark eyes studied his best friend. Stu was attractive absolutely but it was more that Stu had been there for Billy the whole time. He had been his constant. Which was something the broken boy needed. He leaned up on the bed and was just inches from Stu's face. "Really should make you shut up." He said as his voice got a bit smoother and quiet. His thumb brushed Stu's bottom lip before his hand moved to cup his cheek. He leaned in, glancing quickly at Stu to make sure this was in fact okay and once he saw the look, he pressed his lips to Stu's. It was gentle at first but it deepened and Billy pulled Stu against his chest. It was an immediate rush the second their lips touched. Billy had always known and was comfortable with the fact he liked boys too but Stu was the first he ever crossed the line with. It felt as easy as breathing and he was more comfortable kissing him than his own girlfriend. He let it break naturally, resting his forehead to his. "You're something else..."

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HEADCANON - tws: death, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, attempted suicide, throwing up. mentioned: @sentinel007 @hellfire010 @hargrxve @sugarfm

All I want is nothing more to hear you knocking at my door.

The ambulance came for Max, and he couldn’t believe that this had happened to another person he cared about. She had been dead. She was dead. He’d checked, there was no pulse. Mikey had no idea what brought her back, but suddenly she was at least breathing again. Paramedics said it was a miracle, and took her to the hospital. After Susan was called, and visiting hours were over, he went home ready to crawl into his boyfriends arms and be thankful for him, and reassured that they’d find a way to get Max through it. 

If I could see your face once more, I’d die a happy man I’m sure.

He knew the moment he saw Eddie, the moment he saw Billy trying to get near him. He wouldn’t believe it though, not until he saw him. It was like time slowed to a stop as he ran from the car, heartbeat thundering in his chest as he barrelled through the door towards Robbie’s room. He tried to get close, but Eddie snapped, yelled at him to not touch him. “Please…” He had begged, eyes filling with tears as one hand went to his chest and the other gripped his stomach. Physical pain reverberated through him, until he moved back outside and threw up. He was sick until his body physically couldn’t bring anything else up, yet still hyperventilating. Mikey knew he had to calm down, or Eddie wouldn’t let him anywhere near Robbie. He couldn’t stop the tears, but he managed to get control of his breathing and went back inside. “Eddie… please. I just want to hold him. Please.” He begged again, sniffling as the tears started to fall harder. Robbie looked so pale, so peaceful… it was like he was asleep; yet Robbie’s sleep had never been that peaceful. Part of him was waiting for him to sit up in bed suddenly, scare the shit out of him and say it was a fucking cruel joke they were playing. It didn’t happen. Not whilst he was in Eddie’s arms, not whilst he carefully climbed onto the bed next to him, and not when Mikey pulled Robbie into his arms and sobbed. He was still warm, how could he still be warm? He did everything he could to commit the others scent to memory, the way his hair felt tickling Mikey’s face, the way his hands felt whilst he was holding it. 

When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside.

Sniffling, and wiping the tears from his eyes, Mikey reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring he was going to give Robbie once they’d defeated Vecna. Sure, he’d had a whole other plan in place, and it had been a romantic one, but after all the shit they’d been through Mikey had just wanted to get Vecna out of the way and then propose, start their life together. He took the ring that already sat on Robbie’s ring finger, putting it on his own before sliding on the engagement ring he had bought for his boyfriend. Mikey knew that had he asked, the other would’ve said yes. They’d talked about it so many times, Mikey was kicking himself for not doing it sooner. He should’ve done it the moment Robbie had said he’d say yes if Mikey asked. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” He murmured, kissing his dead boyfriends forehead. “I love you, forever and always. I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine.” He placed a shaky, barely there kiss on his lips before climbing back off the bed. Eddie had made his presence known again, it was clear Mikey’s time was over but he’d done what he wanted to do. 

I lay in tears in bed all night, alone without you by my side. 

The days and weeks after Robbie’s death, Mikey had drank more and done more drugs than he’d ever done in his life. It was a repeat of when he had thought Billy had been dead, but worse. A couple of times, he landed himself in the hospital with alcohol poisoning or an accidental overdose, when he wasn’t there he could be found in his bed, avoiding Eddie which meant not seeing Billy, and laying in tears all day and night. The week after the funeral, on a night where he was extremely drunk, he had decided that enough was enough. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t live in a world that didn’t have Robbie in it and fuck, he couldn’t catch glimpses of Eddie almost daily and have his heart get that flutter of hope that it was Robbie. It hurt too much. He got in his car, and drove away to the lake. Sitting on the hood of his car, he took a fuck load of pills with a whisky chaser and waited for death to take him, and reunite him with Robbie. 

But if you loved me, why’d you leave me?

A couple had come to Lovers Lake that night and found him passed out, called the ambulance. The paramedics found a note in his jacket pocket that had been addressed to Billy, and declared it a suicide attempt instead of another accident. He was in hospital on suicide watch, whilst getting a psych evaluation for 10 days until he was released. They gave him meds, and instructed him to undergo therapy. When he was about to leave, he heard the nurses talking about a patient who had to have been blessed by god himself to survive. He scoffed, and carried on walking until he heard the name that came from their mouth. Jason Carver. He had to tell Jason about Robbie, no one else had and being in hospital he hadn’t heard the news. It was horrible, but they both knew how much the other had loved Robbie, and Mikey finally found someone that could understand. 

You brought out the best of me, a part of me I’ve never seen.

He should’ve burned the suicide note, but he never did. It’s hidden in his room, among his things. Whilst he likes to pretend it never happened, for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to throw it out or burn it. Mikey struggles every single day, his trauma and grief is too much for him to deal with still most days, but he tries his best so that he can help care for Jason, and because he knows that Robbie wouldn’t want him almost killing himself every time he consumed alcohol or drugs. He tries to go to Billy, but his twin has made it quite clear that he can only pick up the pieces of one person whilst looking after himself, and of course that person is Eddie. Eddie, who Mikey can’t even look at because it hurts; it’s not his fault, though. And he doesn’t even blame Billy for not being able to help Mikey too… he just misses his brother and longs for him to just say something as stupidly simple as ‘it’s gonna be okay’ or ‘you’re gonna get through this’… but instead mainly harsh, thoughtless words are spoken because Billy physically doesn’t have the capacity to help Mikey too. Not even in the smallest way. But he has Jason… and that’s enough. That’s enough for him to stay, right? 

You took my soul and wiped it clean… Our love was made for movie screens. 

[trapenthusiast]

Fred had been standing in front of the Blake’s door for quite sometime before he finally knocked on the front door. He was nervous, but was also relived when the red head opened the door. “H-Hi,” he started, biting his lip. “I’m so so sorry I didn’t show up to our date last night!” Something had happened. Something he wasn’t sure he could tell his best friend and girlfriend.

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