#mrflayed

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@mrflayed said: Tom didn't mean to find the only fans. It got sent to him anonymously. And then it was a long deep dive into that. The next time Tom sees Billy he tilts his head and grabs the other by the shirt. "Did you send me that link to your only fans?! Because if so..I'm hot and jealous"

★ ⋆ “I'm sorry Tom - I'm going to have to pass. After all I believe in the sacred vows of marriage. But if you ever get a divorce, it would be a smash. Ace, I would smash. But I would like to spend more time with him first."

There was a knock at the door of the Hopper household. Heavy boots stomped towards the front door, and when it swung open, it revealed Hawkins PD’s current Deputy and future Chief of Police: Jim Hopper Senior. He was tall and broad- even more so than his son, with a stern set to his strong jaw. At the sight of the pair, he narrowed his eyes at Tom.

He’d never liked Tom. Always thought he was too thin and weak- a bad influence on his son. “Mrs. Holloway,” he greeted, forcing himself to keep his tone even and friendly. “… Tommy,” he added, more coolly. He crossed his arms across his chest, his green ARMY shirt straining against his biceps. “Guessing you’re here about the fact my son is gonna have a new scar on his ugly face?”

He scoffed, before turning his head to yell back into the house: “JUNIOR! GET DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW!”

“WHAT?!” Jim yelled back from somewhere further in, sounding thoroughly annoyed.

“Motherf-” he glanced at Mrs. Holloway, a tight, apologetic smile spreading thinly across his face. “One second,” he gave her a little nod, before closing the door. Stomping could be heard, along with shouting, cursing, and a few bangs. When the door opened, Hopper Senior had Hopper Junior by the hair on the back of his head. He practically shoved his son forward. “TALK,” he ordered through grit teeth.

No matter where they were, or how far apart they might be, Bill would always be hyper aware of Tom. The room was full of people as it often was, each discussing their own topics in smaller groups with drinks in hand. Laughter and music surrounded them, yet all the writer could feel was the discomfort pouring off of his husband. Even if they weren't next to each other, he would have felt the shift in the taller man's mood without even needing to look at him.

While Tom was normally the more naturally inclined to large crowds between the two of them, the author had noticed that more often than not when they went out to these things, his husband was not nearly as engaged lately.

Bill would just have to change that.

Seeing the light return to soft brown made his own grin appear, drink abandoned on a nearby table as fingers laced with his lover's.

"They won't even miss us," he assured, pulling Tom from the crowd, out towards a secluded garden gazebo that Bill had spotted while he had been grabbing them drinks earlier in the evening.

Martin *i've lost everything my lab my children and now i'm dressed as a hick and n losing my mind..* squirts ketchup at the wall

Seldom did Lara pay the security of her home much mind. She had long adapted to living mostly alone and, if she locked the door when she left in the morning, why would she bother concerning herself?

Regardless, she felt an unfamiliar anxious tug as she ventured to unlock the front door and the sensation was strong enough to give her pause. Something just didn't feel right.

Determined to maintain her façade of badass independence, she turned the key and pushed the door open in one fluid movement, crossing the threshold with a tentative step.

And there he was...

The keys slipped from her hand in shock as she gazed at the too familiar face, numbly nodding and, after a pause to consider his request -  order? - she entered and closed the door behind her, never taking her dark eyes off Brenner. She had lost count of the number of dreams that she had endured since learning of the man's death and many had begun in a similar fashion, with him appearing in her house or on her doorstep. She would be left to wake up, feeling empty and with a dull throb in her chest.

Dumping her bag, Lara closed the gap between them and won the battle against her urge to reach out and touch him.