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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 • more of the pennyverse here.

Summary: . . . Under a raging storm, your difficult pregnancy comes to an end. And so might you. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.

a/n: sorry I have to post this in parts, Wayne's World ended up being over 16k, so I split it up in three. part one's word count is 5.3k. this was a real labor of love and i hope you love baby wayne as much as i do. and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? ◡̈

“Do you have a queen of hearts?” “Go fish.” You grumbled as Wayne reached forward, lifting–but making sure not to catch a look of the other side–a card from the deck to hand you. Your frown deepened when it wasn’t a pair for any of the cards you already had. “Nuts,” you mumbled, eyes darting to all the pairs Wayne had matched up on the small living room table, then down to the four pairs you had placed over your bulging stomach. It was risky of you to keep them there so late in your pregnancy considering how active your baby was but you didn’t feel like reaching too far for them, regardless of the fact that his kicks had sent them sliding down your sides twice now.

You’d been playing card games with Wayne for the past hour and a half, the raging storm having knocked out the power for the entire park. Eddie was with your friends, no doubt trapped at the pizza place Lucas’ parents had booked to celebrate his birthday. His actual birthday had been a couple of days prior but the Hellfire session that would have celebrated it had been canceled; you weren’t feeling too good and Eddie had stayed faithfully by your side. You hadn’t been feeling all that great when you’d woken up today, either. You’d forced Eddie to go, refusing to let Lucas down again even though you knew he’d understand. He was a sweetheart. So, Eddie had reluctantly gone, taking Penny with him.

The storm had come out of nowhere, you’d woken to a lovely day but you wouldn’t know it from how dark the sky had grown; the sun having been blocked by heavy rain clouds.

Despite practically living at his girlfriend’s, just a couple of trailers down, Wayne had rushed over to make sure you were okay and to keep you company. You’d been watching an Indiana Jones movie and talking to Wayne about the apartments you and Eddie were looking at when the power went out but Wayne–always practical and level headed–pulled out some candles you’d accrued and a deck of cards he had remembered he stashed in one of the kitchen drawers to keep you amused.

You’d lost just about every game. Clearly, Wayne wasn’t going to let you win just because you were pregnant like Eddie did.

“This ain’t even one of them bettin’ games. How’re you still losin’?” Wayne chuckled, taking a sip of the tea (powdered, of course) you’d served him.

“Just my luck, I guess.” Wayne was referring to the game of Poker you’d played earlier. Unfortunately, you didn’t know how to play. While he taught you a little along the way, you’d still obviously lost and you were positive you retained absolutely no knowledge regarding the game.

Sensing your frustration, Wayne leaned forward from his place on the recliner he’d dragged to the otherside of the small table and placed his cards down, settling back into the chair with his old man creaky noises that you’d grown comfortable with him enough to tease him about (and always made up for with a sweet kiss to his head).

“What say you an’ I just talk, hm?”

That was fine with you. You gathered the cards on your baby bump, tossing them onto the table alongside his, “Eddie won’t let me name the baby after him.”

“Really?” Wayne asked, eyebrows furrowed in a brief moment of confusion. He’d expected his eccentric nephew to want to leave behind some sort of legacy, nothing better than a child.

“He’s playing devil’s advocate, shooting down every name I come up with but never giving his input, I’m starting to think we’ll have to just put names in a cup and pick one after I have him.” You slumped further into the couch, pouting through your exhaustion.

“Now that sounds like ‘im,” Wayne scoffed, raising the mug to his lips once more before he really took in your appearance.

You looked beyond exhausted, skin dull, dark circles around your eyes and you lacked the spark always attached to your personality. You didn’t just look miserable, you looked sick.

The mug was placed back on the table as he regarded you with concern, “You alright, darlin’? Don’t look so good.”

You gave him a tight lipped smile that didn’t reach your eyes, hands settling to rest on your protruding tummy, “I’m okay, really, Wayne. I’m just very tired. I’ve had high blood pressure for the last couple of months, so the doctor says I’m considered high risk.”

You had a doctor’s appointment earlier this week—with another one scheduled for tomorrow afternoon—and she’d also told you to do your best to relax, not to move around a lot and not worry too much about it, or it could get worse, so you added, “I just have to take it easy. Being tired just comes with it.”

Wayne didn’t think it was right, if you were taking it easy, you shouldn’t have been so exhausted. Tired, he could understand but you looked beyond that.

“Why don’t we get you into bed?”

You nodded, agreeing only because you wanted to let him get back to Maude. Wayne moved around the table, offering you his hands to help pull yourself up. It was pitiful, your stomach wasn’t even that big but you were significantly weaker this pregnancy compared to when you’d been pregnant with Penny.

You slipped your hands into his, groaning as he pulled you up.

“Lil’ man’s got you making old man noises, too,” He joked, referring to the grunts he’d make when he stood up with creaking bones for which you’d tease him.

You laughed, small but genuine as you placed your hands on your lower back and stretched, “Alright, alright. You’re not wrong but I’ll remember this.”

Wayne chuckled at your response, hand on your shoulder ready to guide you to your bedroom. He had no intentions of leaving the trailer, planning on camping out on the couch or the pullout that was still tucked into the corner until Eddie returned.

You’d just managed to get your back to pop in the most satisfying of ways when you felt a bit of pressure between your legs—like you really needed to pee—followed by a rush of liquid.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled, eyes squeezing shut to keep the mortification of having just pissed yourself in front of your father-in-law at bay, “I am so sorry, Wayne, I didn’t even know I had to… to…”

You trailed off, staring down at the wet patch of carpet surrounding your feet. There was no noticeable urine smell, but what really concerned you was the red mixed into it, staining the fibers of the carpet.

“Wayne…” Your voice was so small as you reached around you to hold your stomach, as if you could somehow protect your baby.

Wayne saw it too, eyes wide and horrified when he’d realized your water had broken.

“New plan: let’s get you to the hospital.” He tried to urge you forward but you wouldn’t budge, trembling in his hold.

“I—I can’t,” you stated, voice hitching and laced with fear as you finally turned your head to look up at him. Wayne could see the terror in your eyes, the panic and the shine to them. Everything he was feeling inside, too, he just knew he had to keep it together for your sake. “I’m barely 30 weeks, he’s too early, he has to stay in there!”

You were nearly hyperventilating, head pounding as horrible thoughts raced through your head. Your hands moved frantically over your belly, trying to feel a kick from your baby. When was the last time you felt him being active? Was he okay? Why was he being so still? Why did your water break so early and why was there blood in it? And what the hell was that loud pounding sound? It was your heartbeat.

“Hey—‘member wha’ you told me earlier? ‘Bout what the doctor said? You gotta take it easy, right?” Wayne was panicking just as much as you but he knew he had to keep you calm, had to reassure you.

You swallowed hard, tears welling in your eyes as you nodded, following up with a watery confession, “Yeah. But I’m scared.”

“Thas’ okay,” he stated, recalling a time he’d said the same thing to another scared mother-to-be just hours before Eddie had been born. “We’re gonna get you to the hospital and they’re gon’ take real good care of you. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

For once, Wayne Munson’s eyes were easy for you to read, you could see the sincerity of them, the certainty and despite the fear still coursing through you, you believed him.

Finally, you moved and Wayne sprang into action, asking you the whereabouts of your coat, if you’d had a hospital bag prepped—which thanks to Eddie’s paranoia, you did—before he’d actually carried you through the heavy rain, out to the car. You’d been surprised, hadn’t expected Wayne to be that strong since he was more so on the gangly side.

He’d ensured you were buckled in, made a last run into the house to make sure the candles were out before the two of you were braving the storm.

It was a rough drive; Wayne was speeding but it wasn’t enough, the pushback from the wind made it seem like he was going uphill, losing speed rather than gaining it. The windshield wipers on his truck were working overtime to clear the constant stream of water from his view.

You were faring no better, feeling weaker and more fatigued by the minute. Despite the cold weather, your skin became coated in a layer of sweat, though you were by no means hot. You couldn’t even register your own body temperature, too out of it as your forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window.

“We’re almost there,” Wayne promised, glancing nervously at your slumping figure. He was scared out of his mind now that he knew you weren’t just sick. Wayne Munson was afraid you were dying before his eyes.

You stirred just as he was a few turns away from the hospital, face scrunching into a frown as you whimpered. Wayne thought you may have been in pain, he was wrong. You were hit with an intense need to push and you did, once and hard.

The dull thud of something hitting the floor mats was somehow louder to the two of you than the raging storm. Wayne glanced away from the road and inhaled sharply when he watched you look down at the unnaturally pale baby, the only color on his skin was that of some of your blood.

You reached down and picked up the smaller than normal baby, cradling him to your chest as you stared at his face. It was all squished up, and his eyes were closed, lips turning blue. He wasn’t breathing.

You turned him over, belly down in your hold as you patted his back. As you grew more anxious and fearful, you pinched the bottom of his tiny, soft foot and while he didn’t cry, he finally moved in your hold, his back expanding with his breath. A sign of life.

The relief you felt was short lasting, your fatigue returning full force as Wayne pulled up the emergency entrance. Two staff members ran to the truck, approaching as their rain ponchos danced wildly in the wind.

“Sir, are either of you injured?” One of them, a woman asked before peering into the passenger window. At the sight of you, clutching the baby still connected to you via umbilical cord, the door was yanked open and she bellowed for a gurney which her partner sprinted to collect.

Wayne didn’t bother moving his truck, it was towards the end of the entrance, anyways. He hurried out and followed as they loaded you and the baby onto the gurney, running alongside as they wheeled you in.

You were trying so hard to stay conscious, trying to ignore the sweet allure of closing your eyes for a few moments of rest. The doctors and nurses around you were all barking orders to each other with a couple trying to talk to you but you couldn’t focus enough to know what they were saying.

Once Wayne saw what operating room they were carting you off to, he ran to the nearest desk, asked for use of the phone and phone book. Once he’d placed the call to the pizza place, relieved the lines were finally going through again, he’d had a staff member search for Eddie. It hadn’t been easy hurriedly explaining to him what happened, but judging by how quick Eddie had ended the call, it was only a matter of minutes before his nephew turned up.

Then Wayne ran to the area he’d seen them take you too, hurriedly dressing in a gown, a cap and mask one of the staff had shoved into his arms. They were still prepping you when they finally allowed him in and you were no longer holding the baby. He was in the arms of a nurse, still connected to you with his umbilical cord.

“Would you like to cut it?” She hurriedly asked, offering him a pair of surgical scissors. Wayne figured he was a better option than a doctor severing your connection so he did as instructed. She immediately carried him away and out of the room in a rush.

“Where’s she taking ‘im?” He asked, voice full of worry.

“Neonatal Intensive Care Unit,” He was informed by another nurse who was setting up a barrier over your lower half, “He was born preterm.”

Wayne was somewhat familiar with it; he remembers Penny had briefly been sent there when she’d been born and suspected to have jaundice. After a few hours of whatever treatment, she was returned to you and Eddie, having a not very severe case of it which had been treated effectively.

Wayne thought the whole process would be faster, he’d seen people rushed into surgeries in the movies and it had been instant but it wasn’t like that. They were still running around, setting everything up and new people kept coming into the room. It took more than ten minutes, but they were doing their best to keep you stabilized. He was holding your hand the entire time, squeezing every once in a while so you’d squeeze back and he’d know you were okay.

You weren’t very vocal, eyes half lidded as they pumped you full of drugs to try to counter your symptoms and numb you.

“‘M gonna check to see if Eddie’s here, alright?” He waited for your response, a very weak and monotonous okay before he gave your hand a final squeeze and let a nurse know he’d be checking to see if the father had arrived.

He’d made it out of the operating room doors and was hurrying down the hallway, just about to breach another pair of large doors when they swung open and he had to jump back to avoid being hit.

“LORD!” He shouted and Eddie cursed, muttering a quick apology.

“Where is she?” He panted out, chest heaving, eyes wild and frantic. Eddie’s hair was in disarray from having run his hands through it so many times as he sped to the hospital. He looked like the personification of panic, a mess.

“Through them doors,” Wayne pointed in the direction he’d come from before yanking some of the sanitation wear off a nearby rack. “Put these on ‘fore you go in there. Where’s Penny?”

Eddie was hurriedly yanking the scrubs over his clothes, “She’s in the waiting room.”

He clutched Wayne’s shoulder, wanting to thank him but desperate to get to you before he made a run for the room Wayne had directed him to while Wayne hurried to the waiting room, expecting Penny to be in the care of a nurse.

He breached the doors and stood shell shocked at the amount of people who jumped to attention, faces filled with varying degrees of worry, anguish and fear; it was all of your friends, familiar faces he’d seen in the trailer before at one point or another. Penny’s curly head was visible from the arms of a tall redhead, wearing glasses.

It seemed the entire party occupying the pizza parlor had filled the hospital waiting room, concerned about your wellbeing.

The sight nearly brought Wayne to tears.

You could make out the sound of various monitors beeping, eyes trying to focus on the ceiling above you but everything was so hazy. You no longer felt fatigued, couldn’t really feel anything. A nurse had tried to check in with you earlier, get your attention but you couldn’t even hold a conversation.

You felt a hand slip into yours again, and you squeezed it, turning your head to look at Wayne. Only, it wasn’t Wayne looking back at you. Eddie’s piercing brown gaze was easy for you to make out through the haze, and you were even able to smile.

“Eddie.” You spoke it so softly but Eddie was still relieved, lowering his mask so he could press a kiss to your head.

“Hi, baby,” he croaked out, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he stroked the side of your face.

“Dad’s here,” one of the doctor’s greeted him. Eddie recognized her as your primary Obstetrician, Dr. Eisenerg, the same doctor you had all your appointments with and the same who had delivered Penny. “Would you like the rundown?”

“Please.”

“Pre-eclampsia, I suspected as much during our last appointment, the next step would have been Bed Rest starting with tomorrow’s appointment, but baby couldn’t wait that long, could he, mom?”

Eddie watched as you slowly shook your head, smile on your face because you were happy he was with you.

“He was born nine weeks early, out of the hospital so unfortunately I don’t know his stats at the moment, he’s being looked over and assessed as I speak. He’s in good hands. I’ll have more information about him for you as soon as we get mom settled. We’re performing a Cesarean section to get the placenta out, she’s much too weak to push it out on her own.”

God, Eddie loved your doctor. He’d write rock ballads in her honor for knowing exactly what to say to calm his ass down. After that, Eddie focused on you, trying not to pay attention to what was going on behind the cover they’d put up.

“You sure know how to scare the hell out of me, baby,” he mumbled, eyes crinkling as he smiled under the mask, caressing your pretty face again. He’d never felt more fear in his entire life than when Wayne had spoken to him over the phone, informing him you’d had the baby early and they were taking you into surgery.

You smiled and Eddie chuckled at the doped up expression on your face. He hadn’t seen it on you in months. You had to be high as a kite.

“Sorry, Eddie.”

“It’s okay.” He pulled his mask down to press a brief kiss to your lips which you happily returned. “After you’re out of here, I’ll go check on our little dude, okay?”

You nodded, reassured by Eddie that everything would be alright. You trusted him. Trusted him to let him know something you hadn’t yet voiced.

“I’m tired, Eddie.”

You slurred it so low, Eddie hadn’t caught it. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer him, eyes fluttering shut as multiple monitors began to beep, one at a higher rate and one much slower than the rest.

“She’s hemorrhaging,” Dr. Eisenberg informed her staff, and Eddie paled. He’d heard that in enough hospital movies and shows to know it wasn’t good. The relief he’d momentarily felt fled from his body, quickly replaced by dread.

He watched the movement around him, people shouting medical terms he couldn’t understand. He made the mistake of peering around the cover to address your doctor, horrified at the amount of blood on her gloves and the sleeves of her gown.

Was that all yours?

“What’s happening?” He demanded, breath hitching around the last word.

She didn’t look up at him, asking one of the attendings to escort him out.

Eddie called your name, over and over again as he was pushed out of the room, fighting to keep you in his line of vision. Your face, too peaceful looking to be resting, was the last thing he saw before the doors shut in his face.

He’d made it back to the waiting room on autopilot, collapsing into the free chair next to Wayne, who was now holding Penny. When he’d first walked in, it looked like everyone wanted to bombard him with questions, the look on his face must have stopped them.

He sat in that uncomfortable hospital chair, gaze unfocused and watery as he stared at nothing, the image of you on the operating table, eyes shut and appearing lifeless replayed in his head over and over and over again, torturing him.

He had no idea how long he was in a catatonic state, only forced out of it when he registered a firm grip on his shoulder, shaking him.

Wayne had been trying to get his attention since the moment a doctor called for him near the entrance of the hallway.

Eddie snapped up, catching sight of the small woman, lightning fast and nearly tripping over himself trying to reach her, desperate for any news on your status. You were going to be okay, right? You had to be.

“Edward Munson?” She asked.

Eddie nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to find his voice, his throat was dry, felt like it was made of sandpaper when he cleared his throat, “Y-yes.”

“I’m Doctor Houseman, Cardiothoracic surgeon, your son is one of my patients.”

Right away, Eddie felt a sense of dread ooze over him, thick, heavy and suffocating like tar.

“Your son’s limbs, most of his organs and responses are developing well. Ten toes, ten fingers and he can hear fine. His sight is a little sensitive, but should improve rapidly as should his growth. We are, however, concerned about his heart.”

Eddie was sure he’d left his heart in that room with you, yet he still felt something in him plummet.

“He has what’s known as VSD: Ventricular Septal Defect. A hole in the wall of his heart. It’s one of the more common heart defects at birth, normally the hole can close up on its own, be treated with medications or, if necessary, surgery. Because of his premature birth and how weak his body still is, he may not respond well to the medication and the odds of him surviving a surgery are low.”

He felt the bitter taste of bile rise in the back of his throat.

“We’d like to keep him for an extended stay in the NICU, let the hole try to close on its own. It still may be too much for him, but it’s his best bet.”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut at the first hot sting of tears, desperately trying to hold it together.

It appeared today would be the day Eddie Munson’s world was due to come to an end, he knew he must have looked pitiful; a red-eyed, pale, clammy, crying mess on the verge of a nervous breakdown. You were lying on some operating table, bleeding out and now his son’s heart could possibly stop on him. Eddie’s was broken. He was broken.

He sniffled, inhaling deeply before he forced his eyes back open, tears immediately cascading down his cheeks as he nodded and agreed with her plan.

Dr. Houseman regarded him with sympathetic eyes.

“Mr. Munson, I don’t believe in miracles. I used to be a general surgeon,” she started, “And then one day, my longtime boyfriend took me out for a night on the town, dancing. He had a heart attack that night, I spent the four hours in that waiting room thinking he was going to die. I’m not religious, but I prayed and I prayed he wouldn’t die. He did.

“I switched my practice, to see if I could save others from the same fate. Some I did, some were simply beyond anyone’s reach. Then one day, they brought in a little girl. Tiny thing, frail, six years old, the size of a four year old and she’d had a heart attack. I was sure she wouldn’t make it, tried like hell to save her but sometimes the circumstances just don’t work out in our favor and her body shouldn’t have been strong enough. But it was. She pulled through and she survived. I don’t believe in miracles, Mr. Munson, but she did teach me to have more faith in my patients. The same faith they have in me. Have faith in your son.”

Then she was gone, whirling out the doors she’d come from. Eddie stared at them, wondering if she was on her way to tend to his baby. It wasn’t fair, he hadn’t even gotten to live yet, wasn’t even a day old and he was fighting for his life.

Eddie felt Wayne’s firm grip on his shoulder and he turned around, briefly staring into his sorrow filled eyes before he collapsed into his arms and sobbed, shaking with each one that wrecked through his body.

Wayne held him like he did when he was younger, when Eddie had finally come out of his room and let Wayne comfort him over the bullying he’d faced and the nasty things the other children had said about him, about the family he came from.

Eddie cried and he didn’t care his friends were most likely watching him, he couldn’t hold it together anymore. Not when there was a chance he could lose his son. Not when he could lose you.

“I can’t do it on my own,” he sobbed out against Wayne’s shoulder. How was he supposed to care for Penny without you? His family wouldn’t be complete, it’d be fractured, it would be broken. And if—it made him sick to know it was only a possibility and not a certainty—he took his son home, how was he supposed to raise him without you? What would he tell them? His son would be too young to remember, but Penny would. She’d miss you so much, he’d miss you so much. “I can’t, Wayne! I need her! She can’t leave me, I need her!”

The statement triggered a worrisome thought process, what if you did leave him? When was the last time he said he loved you? You knew it, right? You had to know, he told you all the time but no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d said he loved you and it made him sob harder.

Wayne’s arms tightened around him, eyes clenching shut at the agony his boy was feeling. He was hurting too, he’d been in this position before. He’d lost her. Wayne couldn’t let Eddie believe he’d lose you, too. Couldn’t let him think he’d ever have to raise his family alone.

“She ain’t going nowhere,” he forced out, throat thick with emotion. He was trying to believe it just as much as he hoped Eddie would. “It’s gonna be okay. She’s gonna be okay. They both are.”

Wayne held him until Eddie stopped shaking and his sobs had subsided. Even then, he hadn’t wanted to let him go, wanted to protect him. But Eddie had his own kid to protect.

He wiped at his face, taking a couple of shaky breaths. He wasn't okay, far from, but his broken heart was aching for someone he knew would manage to hold the pieces together without even trying, simply by existing.

He gave Wayne a brief, grateful smile that didn’t meet his eyes and walked over to Barb, his daughter curled up in her arms. He obviously hadn’t told Penny what was going on, as far as she knew, they had just been going to the hospital because her baby brother had been born.

Her excitement quickly turned to exhaustion while her dad had been in the delivery room with her mom and she’d stopped running around to sleep in her grandpa’s lap. She’d been knocked out while Eddie was catatonic and had evidently slept through his hysterics, having been passed back to Barb when Wayne got up to comfort Eddie.

He was relieved she hadn’t seen him like that.

It was selfish of him, but Eddie woke her up, pulling her out of Barb’s arms and into his own.

She stirred, raising her head briefly to look at Eddie with sleep heavy eyes, squinting before she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. Then, as if she remembered the reason for their hospital visit, she pulled away, an arm lazily resting over his shoulder.

“Daddy?” She asked through a yawn, lips stretching into a plump ‘o’ before she smacked them together.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her crown and nuzzling his face into her curls, the pleasant smell of her sweet strawberry scented shampoo filling his nostrils. Her scent was comforting.

“Ganpa says the stoke came.”

Stork. While Penny knew her baby brother was growing in her mommy’s belly, she also simultaneously believed a stork would be dropping him off, prompted by a number of childrens’ books and cartoons.

Eddie had tried asking her about her logic once and she’d made him feel thoroughly stupid for not understanding.

“Yeah, it did.”

Penny shook her head, something Eddie noticed she did when she was trying to wake up. You did the same thing, shaking your head whenever you were nodding off.

His heart clenched.

“I see my baby brudder now?”

For a moment, Eddie struggled to come up with a reply. He didn’t want to tell her the full truth, she was still just a baby herself. He didn’t want to lie to her, either, but he needed to protect her.

“Soon, sweet pea.”

She seemed satisfied with that answer, curling up against his chest as he moved back to sit in the chair he’d been occupying before Dr. Houseman called on him. She quickly made herself comfy in his lap, little fingers pulling at the blue material of the scrub top he still wore.

“Know what, daddy?”

Eddie hummed, stroking his hand through her soft curls, letting them wrap around his finger tips and twisting the ends. They were still short, not long or heavy enough to be weighed down so it still looked like she had the Annie hairdo. She was so adorable, it drove him crazy.

“He looks like a ‘tato.”

Eddie stilled, brows furrowing down at her in confusion.

“What?”

“He looks like a potato,” she repeated, matter of factly, “Ganpa says.”

Eddie’s eyes darted over to Wayne in the seat next to him.

“She wanted a description. You try comin’ up with somethin’.” Wayne had only gotten a brief look at the baby, he’d been almost unnaturally pale and covered in something that looked chalky and pasty. Reminded him of how potatoes look after being washed and air dried so it was the first thing that came to mind.

Eddie highly doubted a potato was tucked into an incubator in the NICU.

“I don’t think he looks like a potato, sweet pea.”

“No,” Is all she said, resting her head against his chest and effectively smashing the curls he’d been messing with there. She wasn’t agreeing with him and Eddie knew it. She meant no, you’re wrong.

He snorted, blinking harshly at how sore his swollen eyelids were.

“Alright, potato he is.”

Penny didn’t know it and maybe in the future Eddie would tell her, she was getting him through this. His anxiety and panic had not left him, but it was easier to focus on a little light when it was curled up in his lap, telling him all about her baby brother she had yet to meet, with certainty they soon would.

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sorrowfulrosebud · 10 months

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𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 ℌ𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔶

༺ 𝕱𝖑𝖚𝖋𝖋 ༻

❦ Hobie is 10000% the boyfriend who kisses the insides of your wrist. Imagine smushing his cheeks together to tease him and he turns the tables by pressing gentle kisses to each pulse point

❦ Loves to send you selfies of the villains he beats up with goofy captions and him posing

❦ Introduces you to his friends at the pub, proudly showing you off

❦ Then proceeds to drunkenly ramble to said friends, arm tight around your shoulder with a protective hand over your drink

❦ Is an incredible cook when he wants to make something special for you, but otherwise makes low effort meals

❦ He loves to tickle your sides when he’s behind you. He comes over to you from behind under the guise of wanting a cuddle, but a devilish grin appears as he presses his long fingers into your sides, making you ugly chortle and shove him away

❦ Hobie would 10000% do the spiderman kiss with you

❦ Protective as FUCK but doesn't show it outwardly. Like, you’ll be walking down the street and some guy would cat call you, but Hobie doesn’t say anything. His grip on your shoulder gets tighter, and it’s not till he comes back past midnight with a bloodied lip do you feel pride flush your chest

❦ He lets you sit on his lap in bed as you do his eyeliner for his upcoming show. Gentle fingers rub against your hip as he looks at you with hooded eyes, letting you smudge his eyeliner. He looks at you with a charming grin, “thanks babe,” he’d say as he kisses you deeply

❦ Hobie lets you pick his nail polish colour and watches you delicately apply it to his nails. He thinks it's adorable when your tongue sticks out in concentration or when you nibble on your lip

❦ He invites the rest of the spidey squad to come to his dimension to play cards and other games, having you sat in his lap the entire time. If you’re playing poker or something, he nudges you in an attempt to silently communicate what he should pick. He gives you the occasional discreet kiss as Gwen cackles at Pav winning go fish over Miles

❦ Soft, classical music is NOT his style at all, so don't expect him to start playing Ed Sheeran on a regular guitar. If you struggle to fall asleep, he sets you on his tummy and makes patterns on your back based on the way his fingers would position themselves on his guitar

❦ He loves causing chaos with you, be it spray painting a Winston Churchill poster or statue of another bigot, or blasting his guitar near MPs houses, he loves it when you’re there, smiling happily with him

❦ DEFINITELY THE BF TO SMACK YOUR ASS. I SAID WHAT I SAID

❦ Doesn't have a set nickname for you, usually a play on your name or “luv”

❦ The type of bf who gets really invested in his S/O’s drama. Like you could be sat sipping tea, rambling about how this bitch tried to make you feel like shit and he’s just sat proudly like “oh yah? Then what’d you do babe?” With the dopiest ass look on his face

❦ Really stinking cute when drunk. Full on ambling into his flat, making you take care of him. Loves when you clean his piercings and rub off his eyeliner

❦ “Mf, thanks babe. Eyeliner makin’ it difficult to go to sleep,” he mumbles as you prop him upright on the bed. You roll your eyes fondly as you clean him up and start cleaning his piercings

❦ Thinks it's funny as fuck to make you smell his crust jacket. Punks are known to have jackets and not wash them to make them look as grunge as possible and Hobie is no different (bc fuck consistency)

༺𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙༻

ఌ Is really stand-offish at the start of your relationship. His dislike for labels put a strain on your relationship; he would kiss you and make you feel loved, and then rip your heart out by saying you’re just friends to his pub mates

ఌ Struggles to fully take things seriously. You could be arguing over something and Hobie would just smirk, making the anger boil over. He doesn’t do it to emasculate or intimidate you, he just thinks it’s cute when you’re so passionate. This has definitely caused some worse arguments and either of you storming out

ఌ Definitely struggles with time and dates. If you arrange a date and he’s Spider-Punkin’ that day, be prepared to walk home and cry after waiting so long that the owners of the restaurant have to gently nudge you away

ఌ It can be seen as angsty or horny, but if you’re trying to start a fight or fussing over him when he’s tired, he’s not above shooting his web at your mouth to shut you up

ఌ Is low-key petrified every time he can’t get hold of you if you’re apart. He doesn’t want your death to become another canon event for him, so days where his anxiety manifest into something way deeper, he keeps you either at arms length or doesn’t let you out of his sight

ఌ Can actually be really mean in arguments if pushed far enough. Man is all for communication, but days where his mental health is struggling are usually days where his temper is short. He does his best to communicate to you that he’s not doing great but is physically fine and just needs some time, but if you keep pushing then he knows where to hit deep. (This is so so incredibly rare though)

ఌ Unintentionally gives you the silent treatment after an argument. If you had a really bad fight and he is still trying to cool off, he is in no mood to talk to anyone. I may be projecting, but I imagine Hobie is the type of person to need to be completely left alone to cool off and gets really upset again if someone tries to ask. He always wants to answer your text but sometimes forgets

ఌ Doesn’t let on but sometimes he has really bad nightmares from his role as protector of London. Sometimes it’s you getting hurt and sometimes it’s him. Either way, he wakes up in cold sweats and immediately feels for you before sighing in relief.

“Hi sweetheart, are you alright? You kept making noises in your sleep,” you murmur to him. Hobie’s eyes fluttered slightly before sinking back under the duvet with a sigh.

“Ughhhh, yeah. ‘M fine babe, jus’ a stupid bad dream,” he mutters, throwing his arm around your waist and nuzzling into your chest. Your arm wrapped around his lean tummy and rubbed soft circles to the skin.

“D’you wanna talk about it hun? I’m here for you,” you whisper softly into his ear. Hobie thought for a minute before shaking his head.

“No thanks. Not now. Jus’ lemme hold ya,” he grunts sleepily. Your fingers found a steady rhythm against his back as you heard him sigh deeply into your neck.

“I love you so much Hobes. I’m always gonna be right here, waiting for you,” you promise him. Slender fingers intertwined with yours, the slight tremble being the only movement in your dark shared bedroom. Tender but firm kisses were placed along your neck in silent thanks as the two of you slip back into dreamless slumber.

༺𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙༻

༒ Is SUPER easy to turn on. The softest of praises is enough to turn his cock rock hard, but is also a major horn dog for being degraded 🤭🤭

༒ Gets SUPER horny when he catches you wearing his jewellery and jackets. He WILL fuck you right then and there

༒ He’s more of a grunter than a moaner, unless he’s quite deep in subspace. He’s definitely not above whimpering

༒ Hobie loves to send you videos of him wanking off, angled so you can see every lustful touch and hear every choked gasp

༒ A very versatile man. Doesn’t mind whether he’s domming or subbing, or even if there’s no dynamic

༒ Some of Hobie’s biggest kinks: edging, slight overstim, light impact play, light sensory deprivation and wax play

༒ If you’re female or someone without a peeny weeny, he would definitely take some good old cock up the ass <3 the male G spot is up there for a reason!

༒ He can often get lost in pleasure if he’s penetrating you, making his thighs shake as sweat drops and he’s biting into your shoulder like a man starved

༒ Definitely skilled with his fingers 😝😝 loves to finger you until you’re shaking and crying from overstim

༒ Is such a huge brat you wouldn’t believe 🤭🤭 he doesn’t deliberately say things to rile you up, but rather small displays. Rubbing his hands up your sides, murmuring soft teasings into your ears, lingering kisses right before a mission so you end up beating a villain with fire burning in your crotch

I absolutely adore this man, send asks and thots 🤭

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #astv hobie #hobie x reader #Hobie x reader angst #hobie x reader fluff #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader

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randomgoosegame · 7 months

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Wanna Play A Game?

Request - Can you do a senku x fem reader where they are playing strip poker and it ends in sex

Warnings/disclaimers - smut, strip poker, unprotected sex, slight bitting

You lay on the ground in the laboratory bored out of your mind as Senku was experimenting with some new supplies. You sigh and roll to your back looking up at Senku on the other side of the lab.

"Senku, I'm bored come take a break." You crawled towards him with a pout.

"I'm working, why not join me?" Senku smiled patting you on the head.

"But Senku you know I'll just mess up more than help." You laughed.

"Hmm, I guess I can take a break for a little while."

"Really!" Senku nods and sat on the floor near you.

"How about we play a game?" Senku grinned at you and pulled out some cards. You raised a curious brow at him and smiled.

"Oh? And what kind of game were you thinking?"

"Poker, but with a twist. Every time you lose... you have to take some clothing off." You blushed and your mouth gaped open like a fish.

"Senku you horny man!" You gasped. Senku shrugged with a sly smile.

"Well do you wanna play or are you chicken?"

"I'll play! I'm no chicken, unlike you Senku." You shot back with a smile. Senku shuffled the cards and passed the correct number of cards to you. You picked up your cards and looked over them at Senku.

You both placed the cards down at the same time. You came out with the higher number.

"Haha! I won." You boasted, making Senku chuckle.

"If you wanted me out of my clothes you could have said so." Senku teased. You blushed and turned your head away from him. Senku chuckled and took off one of his leather shoes.

You two had played a few more rounds before you had to take anything major off. The first main thing you chose to strip was your skirt since it already showed off most of your legs.

Senkus's eyes lingered on your legs as you neatly folded your skirt. Senku cleared his throat and place new cards in order. You blushed and kneel back in front of him.

You picked up your cards and flipped them at the same time with Senku. This one he had lost. Your stomach did flips as Senku slowly began removing his overcoat exposing his torso. Senku tossed the clothing to the side without care.

You lost another game and took your top off, exposing your clothed breasts to him. Senkus tongue darted out to wet his lips. Your eyes followed the muscle and grew hot under the sexual tension in the air.

"Wanna go another round?" Senku asked leaning back on his arms. You nodded and reached for the cards. Senku raised his hand and brushed it along your cheek, pushing your hair from your face. You blushed and looked up at Senku from your lashes.

Senku hummed and held your jaw with his thumb and forefinger. He swiped his thumb across your lip and pulled it down a little bit. You stuck your tongue out and gave his thumb a few kitten licks. You were pleased to hear his breath hitch in his throat.

You smiled and sucked Senkus thumb into your mouth. Senkus lips parted in shock as he felt you swirl your tongue around his thumb, giving it a hard suck before pulling back with a quiet pop.

"Now, how about that game?" You sat back on your calves and picked up the cards leaving a stunned Senku. Senku chuckled slightly and scratched the back of his neck before grabbing the cards that you laid out for him. You both flipped your cards down and your belly tightened with excitement even though you lost.

"Looks like I won," Senku replied smoothly. You laughed nervously and slowly reached behind your back to undo your bra. Senku grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest.

"Here, let me get that for you." He whispered in your ear before latching onto your earlobe with his teeth. Senku's hands snaked around your torso and expertly unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor. Your pudgy chest rubbed against Senku's hard one and you bit your lip to keep in a moan.

"There you go, sweetheart." Senku breathed out and squeezed your sides. You squeaked and slapped his hands away. Senku smirked and watched as you pulled away from him and covered your chest.

"That's not how the game works," Senku said sternly and pulled your arms away from your chest. Your face flushed as his eyes racked over your breasts.

"Just breathtaking." Senku breathed out and licked his lips as he drank in your naked form. You squirmed under his gaze while your face heated up.

"Senku-" You started but were cut off by his lips pressing to your own. You gasped in surprise but kissed him back with equal force. Senku groaned softly as your hands snaked into his hair and tugged lightly on the strands. His hands slowly started to explore your body, squeezing at your sides and pulling you onto his lap.

By the time you both broke the kiss, you were both breathing heavily. Senku nibbled at your bottom lip before trailing his lips down your neck and across your collar bones. You moaned softly as Senku latched onto your left nipple and one of his hands found its way to the other.

Your hands pull Senku further into your chest as you moan out. Senku grinned against your fleshy mounds as he pulled, licked, and sucked at each nipple, satisfied with the soft mewls and pants coming from you.

"Senku please!" You gasped and ground your barley-clothed sex against his thigh. Senku pulled back from your chest just enough to watch you work yourself up on his thigh. Senku groaned as he felt the dampness of your underwear grow and spread on his leg.

You moaned out as Senku flexed his thigh and helped you grind harder against him. You latched your lips to his neck trying to suppress the moans that spilled from your lips. You nibbled and sucked on Senkus's neck leaving a variety of marks in your wake.

Senku tangled his long fingers in your hair and lightly pulled you away from his neck. You whined softly and pouted looking up at him. Senku chuckled and pushed you to lay on the floor. He crawled over the top of you and pressed you into the hard floor with his body.

"Mmm, so pretty. Is this all for me?" Senku asked as his hands ran along your thighs and ghosted over your underwear. You nodded swiftly and bit your lip not trusting your voice.

"Gotta use that sweet voice of yours baby or I'm not gonna touch you." Senku threatened with a smile and slowly pulled his hands back and away from your body.

"Y-yes Senku! It's all for you!" You rushed out and tried to pull him closer by his shoulders. Senku smiled wickedly and pushed on the damp spot of your underwear. Your hips buck involuntarily and you let out a quiet whimper.

Senku bit his lip as he rubbed your clit through your panties. You moaned out and attempted to pull Senku in for another kiss but was pushed down again, this time by his hips as he ground into your heat. You shuttered as Senku dived back into your breasts, nipping and grazing his teeth on each one.

"Senku please I need more, I need you." You whined and bucked your hips into his erection to emphasize your need. Senku groaned and pulled away from your chest. He hooked his fingers into the hem of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

"Always so needy huh?" Senku grinned. You huffed and turned your head away from him to hide your growing blush. Senku swiftly pushed a finger into your tight walls making you cry out at the sudden intrusion.

"Damn your so wet." He hissed and pushed another finger into you. You moaned out loudly as Senku moved his fingers in and out of your tightness. Senkus eyes stayed trained on your face watching the way your eyes squeezed shut as his fingers drive deeper with each thrust, hitting all the right spots.

A third finger joined the assault on your sex, drawing more high-pitched whimpers and moans out of you. Senku groaned as he watched your eyes roll in the back of your head and your walls clamped tighter on his digits. Your thighs shook as you came, crying out Senkus's name loudly. Your nails dug into his forearm as you grabbed it trying to ground yourself to him.

Senku's fingers slid out of your still quivering walls making you whine softly at the loss of fullness. Senku chuckled and cleaned his fingers off you.

You watched him with half-lidded eyes as he moved up your body leaving small kisses up to your lips. You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Senkus body pressed into yours and he hissed softly as his member rubbed up against your thigh. One of your hands buried into Senku's hair as the other drifted down his sides and then grasped him through his briefs. Senku moaned into your mouth and his hips twitched forward into your palm.

You continued to press and rub over his cock while tugging on Senku's hair. Senkus head fell to your neck where he panted and groaned. You whimpered as Senku bit down onto the juncture of your neck and grabbed your wrist stopping its movement on his member.

"C'mon Senku, I wanna make you feel good." You breathed into his ear before gently nibbling on the shell of it. Senku moaned and kissed your wrist before grabbing your other in the same hand and placing them above your head. Your bottom lip jutted out into a pout as Senku pulled away from you.

"In due time sweetheart." Senku looked down at you with blown pupils and a small smile. Senku's free hand ran down your side like he was trying to remember each freckle, mark, and scar that was placed there.

You smiled as he kissed your cheek and pulled off the last article of clothing he had on. Senku sighed softly and jerked himself a few times before grazing your clit with the tip of his cock. Your back arched into his chest as he pressed on your clit a few times.

"Senku..." You whined out his name and wiggled your hips for more friction. Senku shook his head softly and slipped himself through your folds and into your entrance. Your combined moans filled the air as he sunk deeper into you, almost to the hilt.

Senku sighed softly and placed his head on your chest. Your legs delicately wrapped around his waist and you shifted to guide him as deep as he could go. Senku pressed a kiss in the valley of your breasts and pulled back a bit only to thrust his hips back into yours harshly.

You moaned and called out Senku's name each time he filled you. Senkus hands dropped down to your hips freeing your hands. You hummed in gratitude and winded your fingers through his hair pulling him into your chest as your back arched.

Senku groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. Senku thrust widely into you, he aimed blindly for the spots that make you moan the loudest and squeeze him the tightest.

Your whole body felt like it was gonna combust at any moment as Senku moaned and grunted in your ear. Senku hiked your leg up his hip more allowing him to thrust deeper into you. Senkus teeth sunk shallowly into your neck making you moan out louder due to the mix of pain and pleasure.

"S-senku! I'm gonna-" You were cut off by a loud moan that ripped through your throat. Senku let out a breathy chuckle and nodded slowly.

"Me too sweetheart, me too." Senku huffed and started to swiftly rub at your clit. Your hips bucked up into Senku's matching his thrusts and driving him impossibly deeper. Senku shuttered and let out a throaty moan feeling your walls spasm and constrict around him.

"Let go baby c'mon cum with me please." Senkus voice faded out into a whine as his hips stuttered and he came inside you. You moan and cry out as Senku's hot cum triggers your climax.

Senku laid on top of you, caging you in his hold. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his sweat-soaked forehead. Senku slipped out of you making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. He raised his head from your chest and you brushed his hair back out of his face.

"Wanna play another game?" Senku asked with a smile.

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noxinara · 1 month

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Obey Me! Brothers and what kind of games I think they'd play

this is a very biased list (and long post) based off of games that I've played before :) (jk its really not biased, just games I think they would play!) I made this because I couldn't sleep last night and had brain worms-- Will probably make one for the dateables sometime soon, but this list is just the brothers!

Lucifer

Traditional Board Games.

There have been MANY times where he's been playing various board games with you, Diavolo, and Simeon.

Gets VERY competitive over games like Sorry!, Monopoly, Trouble.... Candy Land???

Will only let Diavolo win.

Shows no mercy to anyone else, including you. Sorry, love.

Card Games.

Particularly amazing at Poker. He would not let Mammon know this... until you guys have an in-house Poker night and he literally takes all??? Has the best poker face you've ever seen.

Won't even let you guys beat him at Uno or Go Fish. Boooooooo.

Puzzle Games.

I could see Luci being very good at Tetris for some reason?

One time Levi challenged him to the game to try and get out of going to RAD one day...

Let's just say he had to go to RAD that day and also had to stay over on cleaning duty. Courtesy of getting absolutely DESTROYED.

Controversial Pick: Rhythm Games.

I could 100000% see Luci tearing up some OSU! But only when all of the brothers are asleep and he's completed most of his work.

They help him unwind.

...Was that rhythmic tapping you heard when walking by his office late one night..? Interesting.

You saw him wearing Levi's VR headset playing Beat Saber one day.

No, you will NOT bring it up and you will NOT let him know of that video you took.

Oh. You posted it on Fab Snap?

Good luck. You're gonna need it.

Mammon

Gambling Games/Apps.

Where I live you can just gamble from home because it's legal to have and play gambling apps?

He would have SO many on his D.D.D. They're taking up so much of his storage space.

Plays them a lot when you're around because he thinks that you're his good luck charm.

He also goes on a lot of Horse Racing and Sports Betting sites...

It got so bad that Lucifer had to figure out how to IP block him from these. it doesn't stop him--

Gacha Games.

Has absolutely insane luck for some reason??? Only on gacha games, tho.

Has definitely played Genshin Impact and Honkai Starrail because of Levi.

He got those 5 star and Ultra Rare pulls he wanted in his first 1-10 pulls? But you? It took you over 100 pulls to get what you wanted. WTF?????

You swear he must be cheating the system somehow. There is NO WAY.

Racing Games.

Particularly the ones that you can have a full racing setup for.

He's splurged thousands of Grimm on this.

Gran Turismo? Forza? F1? iRacing? He has them all.

He is VERY picky about who he lets touch his decked out setup... He'll let you use it any time you want, though. :) You're his treasure, ofc

Controversial Pick: Old School MMOs

Definitely played Old School RuneScape or Black Desert Online or Classic WoW and created gold farming empires.

Doesn't even do end game content, he's just a guild leader making bank off the work of his members.

He probably hosts fun events though.

Would definitely be the kind of guy that makes up scavenger hunts/fashion shows/trivia nights/etc. and gives out sick prizes...

Might also rig these to make sure you or his officers win the best prizes. How sweet.

Leviathan

He is literally THE gamer.

There probably isn't a single genre of game he hasn't played.

His favorite games are definitely MMORPGs and Visual Novels/Dating Sims/Bishojos/Gal games.

Could see him as a raid lead in all of the biggest MMOs like WoW, FFXIV and GW2.

He also 100% visits the degenerate RP server places like Moon Guard's Goldshire and Balmung's Quicksand.

He's definitely not a BLUSHING MESS and rushing to close his game if you catch him in one of these places!!! He would never go there!!! Oh... you want to join him? DEFINITELY NOT.

He would get too jealous of anyone daring to look at you to even let you breath in the vicinity of these degen realms.

He's also done plenty of MMO Ironman challenges and was one of the first people to complete Classic Hardcore WoW entirely solo. Didn't even group for dungeons. What a MAN.

Bishojo/Gal games are his guilty pleasure, how could they not be?

He gets all the waifus with none of the jealousy, right???

What do you mean he picks the same one every time? He can't just cheat on them MC!!

Loves JRPGs and Soulslike games.

Has definitely beaten Elden Ring more times than he can count. Knows literally all of the ins, outs, and secrets and is eagerly anticipating the DLC.

Has probably played every single Final Fantasy game and beaten them all. Would very much have a soft spot for FF4, FF7, and FF9.

Could definitely see him playing MOBAs and 4x strategy/Grand strategy games.

He's not the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy for nothin'. He knows strategy games like the back of his hand.

The only brother that ever rivals him in strategic knowledge is Satan. (and Lucifer, but we're talking about GAMES here.)

He spends countless hours on League of Legends.

He mains JG/Mid and gets very toxic.

Has favorite characters, but honestly just plays whatever is in meta.

Owns every skin for Ahri, Lux, Katarina, Evelynn, and Akali.

He's definitely in Challengers.

Would 100% make a Smurf account if you wanted to play and would duo bot with you.

He'd play ADC and do anything to protect you, his loving support.

Would not be toxic in your games (unless you are too).

Faker who???

Controversial pick: Casual Mobile Games

Played Flappy Bird all the time when it was popular, still has a cracked copy on his D.D.D... I don't think anyone is beating his high score.

He's got a ridiculous amount of hours on Candy Crush, Angry Birds, and Fruit Ninja.

Would throw his D.D.D into his fish tank and have Henry 2.0 guard it before he'd ever let you catch him on one of these 'normie' games...

But... he secretly likes them so much.

Satan

Hear me out, Satan would be a SUCKER for CYOA (Choose-your-own-adventure)/IF (Interactive Fiction) text games.

Would have Choice of Games, Hosted Games, and Heart's Choice hidden on his D.D.D.

He LOVES immersing himself in story games and creating various MCs.

Oh, look! An RO that reminds him of you? Don't mind him self-inserting.

Probably has character sheets made for his favorite MCs.

Will play through his favorite stories many, many times.

It all started with Choice of the Deathless and now he owns every game on each platform? (I'm jealous)

Also goes on Dashing Don... What do you MEAN author hasn't finished this story yet? AAAA-

Detective/Mystery/Escape Rooms Games.

I don't think any explanation is needed here. It's just who he is.

Would definitely get all of his brothers (minus Lucifer) together to do a virtual escape room... Unfortunately, it became so chaotic they never finished it. Oh well.

Once played Phasmophobia with Levi, Beel, and Belphie. Was very proud of himself for figuring out the ghost... Definitely did not sacrifice his brothers for the info.

Life Sims.

Specifically ones that let you own or are centered around cats.

Has played every single Sims game and bought their cat and dogs expansions.

Definitely did NOT recreate you and himself with 6 cute cats!!!

He did NOT get the mod that extends household size so that you two could own 97 cats. He wouldn't do that, no way!!!

...Was there actually a baby in the household, too..? Why did it have his hair and your eyes...? SATAN?!?!

you know the Catz DS game? He owned every single version and will NOT let you touch them... Okay. Maybe he gave into letting you touch them, but ONLY when he's supervising!

Very much enjoys RTS Games.

He's scarily good at games like StarCraft Brood Wars/2, the Age of Empires franchise, or Rise of Nations.

He's also gotten into 4x games like Stellaris and Civ. Thanks, Levi.

Don't try and challenge him, he can beat the hardest bots and WIN... THE BOTS LITERALLY CHEAT.

HOW DOES HE DO IT?

Controversial Pick: Fighting Games

Specifically games like Guilty Gear, Street Fighter, Tekken, BlazBlue, etc. Courtesy of Levi again. Thanks, Levi.

It helps him temper his wrath.

He'll sometimes play Mortal Kombat just for the finishers?? Why is he this way?

He could spend hours learning all the combos and tech of his favorite characters.

Has created himself some tech books and would only show them to you, esp. if you showed interest in learning the games with him!

I could see him and Levi settling disputes by doing best 3 out of 5 1v1s against each other.

Could see him maining Giovanna or Leo from GGST? Tends to prefer rushdown characters. (this one is completely biased, i named my cat after Giovanna from GG--)

Asmodeus

Dress-up/Fashion/Stylist Games.

SuitU, Love Nikki, Covet Fashion - you name it.

He has all of them on his D.D.D and will shell out major Grimm to get any outfit he likes.

Might try to make the outfits he gets in these games for himself and you, because you're the perfect model!

Has a lot of fun with it and might try and talk you into playing with him.

Will definitely post amazing outfits he makes in-game on Devilgram. Will also post countless photos and videos of you two modeling those outfits he brings to life.

...NSFW/Eroge Games.

Not gonna go into detail on these ones because you already know what I mean.

Enjoys playing those games that haunt the front pages of my Steam.

Would proudly play them in front of you to laugh at how ridiculous they are sometimes (as long as you're 18+)

Like Satan, I could see him enjoying Life Sims...

Unlike Satan, it's not because he wants animals.

Plays games like the Sims, Stardew Valley, and Sun Haven.

Self-inserts himself and will romance EVERYONE.

Has the mods where you can marry every single villager and the bed mod that makes your bed MASSIVE so all your husbands and wives can sleep with you.

Made a Sims save with just himself romping around town... No sim is safe from Asmo.

Also has a Sims save with you and him that he openly enjoys more. It has both of you enjoying that Sims Nightlife as celebrities and living in a MASSIVE mansion he custom decorated.

Will also play any Visual Novel/Dating Game that is recommended to him by Levi.

Bonus points if it never shows the MC so he can self-insert himself.

Controversial pick (in this case, not really): VR Games

Specifically things like VRChat or Chillout VR.

Would be extraordinarily popular and have custom avatars of HIMSELF made with so many toggles that it'll make your head spin.

He would always be hanging out in night club or bar worlds.

Occasionally Mammon joins him.

Sometimes he also invites you to join him~! (Would not like it if people started hanging all over you, tho, and would probably bring you to a hot home world with just you and him if that happened...)

Beelzebub

Sports games.

No doubts about this one.

Could definitely see him playing FIFA or Madden.

Levi thinks these are SUPER normie games and is offended to have them in the house.

Beel doesn't care.

Ooo, they made a game of Fangol?!?! He becomes an expert so fast, you have no idea. Would 100% teach you how to play with him.

Loves Cooking Games or Food-themed Games...

He just can't play them for long, however.

One time you got him to play Cooking Mama with you, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon but you had to stop because he got so hungry that he was trying to eat the television????

Would have to bring in MANY snacks and vow to make dishes from the games if you wanted to play these with him around... Which is a shame because he genuinely enjoys them.

I could see him loving Multiplayer Party/Minigame Games like Mario Party or WarioWare.

You mean he gets to play silly mini games with all of his favorite people?

He doesn't care if he wins, he just loves having you guys around.

Almost always comes in last place when he's playing with you, Belphie, and Levi but that's okay. The faces you guys make when you get your stars are worth it.

Controversial pick (and I mean this one is VERY controversial): FPS games

Now, I know what you're thinking. Beel is a gentle giant and wouldn't play these types of games...

But! I could see him forming 5 stacks with you and his brothers in games like CS2 and Valorant and being scarily good because of his amazing hand-eye coordination and reaction times?

Like he and Levi could easily carry you guys to high Asc/Low Immortal lobbies.

He would just play fill when everyone's around, but his mains would be Kay-O and Breach.

He would always be the initiator in Counter-Strike, following Levi's IGL calls perfectly.

He would also probably love playing games like Squad or Modern Warfare or Battlefield with all of his brothers, you + the dateables.

Belphie

Our resident Horror Game lover.

They give him ideas on how to prank his brothers dreams.

Once made Mammon go through Outlast in his dreams (nightmares??).

You better run, little pig.

But he genuinely enjoys them... When he can stay awake through them.

Hey, you, why don't you just play for him?

Loved playing through games like Amnesia... Unfortunately for you, his love for puzzle psychological horror probably contributed to how he acted in Act 16 OM--

Loves Psychological Dramas and those Interactive Media Games.

You know. The ones where you're combing through footage or watching videos and making choices to find out the hidden/deeper/darker meanings?

He LOVES those.

Usually has you or his brothers playing for him. It's most likely Satan.

You all get equally invested.

Idle Games.

He can run these while he's asleep.

There's nothing more to be said.

These are the simplest type of games there are....

He's probably got a cookie empire.

Has a soft spot for Kart Racing Games.

Will regularly be in the room when you, Levi, Beel or Mammon are playing.

He's honestly pretty good at them??

When he's not falling asleep behind the wheel that is.

Controversial pick: Auto Battlers

These are games like TFT, Hearthstone Battlegrounds, and DOTA's Auto Chess.

He naps in between rounds and wakes up in 20s increments to prepare for his turn... Why does he have the timing down to a tee???

You're sure you've even seen him pick perfectly in his sleep??? How does he do it?????

Regularly comes in the Top 4, usually first or second.

What do you mean he's a Challenger TFT player??? Wtf how???

Will not coach you if you ask, but you're free to watch!

Will definitely cuddle with you the whole time he's playing these.

All Brothers, with a bonus YOU!

I could honestly see them ALL enjoying CRPGs as a group.

They always get the mods that let you increase your party size.

Went through Baldur's Gate 3 with you on your recommendation.

They all fought over who would get to play Astarion and Mammon won?!?!

Satan got Gale

Beel got Karlach

Levi was Laz'ael

Lucifer was Wyll

Belphie got Shadowheart

And Asmo made a Dark Urge Bard that looked exactly like himself????

He literally doesn't even make any Dark Urge decisions.

He doesn't want blood staining his clothes. 😔

You got to choose whatever you wanted though!

You took the Dark Urge from Asmo and he just played a normal, flirty bard with impeccable fashion sense.

This playthrough took MONTHS and MONTHS... but you all had a blast!

Literally.

You cannot count the number of times Satan 'accidentally' hit you with fire balls. (He claims he was aiming for Lucifer.)

Lucifer somehow ended up getting you all the luckiest ending? How did he roll 3 nat 20s?????

You're on to play Divinity: Original Sin II next...

Satan has already claimed Fane.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 21

Day Twenty | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Twenty-Two

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Hate sex; oral sex; semi-public sex; table sex; spit as lube; safe sex; negotiating tactics that would get you disbarred

“This better be good, Specter.”

“It is.”

You raised a brow, watching as Mike gave you a quick wave, then hurried out of the room. You glanced around the space. It was a small, almost startlingly intimate private room in the back of one of New York’s most exclusive restaurants. The lighting was low; the walls are draped with dark curtains, giving the room a far more romantic feel than it ought to have.

“Would you like to have a seat?” Harvey offered, waving you toward a seat.

“Honestly? No. But I would like to know why the hell I’m here.”

Harvey pushed a heavy sigh through his nose as you gave him a shit-eating grin.

“It’s clearly a play,” You added. “Why else would you have me meeting you here? If you really didn’t care about anyone knowing, we would’ve had this meeting at your office.”

“Maybe I wanted a more private venue.”

“And your office wasn’t private enough?” You cocked a knowing brow. “You wanna settle, and you don’t want everyone at your job to know that the great Harvey Specter is on his knees for a fucking deal to stop this case from going to court.”

You fought to hold your composure as Harvey’s expression went tight, his jaw clenching as the bulge of his fist drew your gaze to his pocket. You bit your inner cheek to push down a smile as your stomach fluttered with triumph. You weren’t going to make this easy on him. You didn’t care how much he’d had to dole out (likely from his own pocket) to get this private room at the last minute.

“So?” You pressed.

“...Can I get you something to drink?”

“Oh,” You laughed, “You must be truly fucked if you’re trying to ply me with alcohol.”

“I’m not plying,” He insisted. “I’m being polite.”

“That’s a first.”

“What do you want from me? You want me on my knees? You want me to beg you for mercy?”

Your lips curl with a malicious smirk as you fold your arms over your chest.

“Yes.”

His eyes flash with indignation, his jaw tightening with annoyance. It made a thrill run through you. You'd seen Harvey pissed off, but never quite this much, and never this close.

“Excuse me?”

“You went out of your way to summon me so that no one could see you beg for my help. So beg for it, Specter.”

Harvey glanced back toward the door, then he held a finger up to keep you where you were. You watched him walk back to the door, your stomach flipping as he locked the door. His shoulders drew up with a deep breath before they lowered with his exhale. He turned back to you, taking slow steps across the room. Your heart pounded a touch harder, and you fought to keep your staunch poker face. He stopped as the tips of his shoes brushed against yours, his gaze heavy on yours.

“Do you really think that I’m going to get on my knees for you?” He gritted out. You swallowed thickly, tongue darting across your dry lips.

“I think,” You shifted closer, your chest brushing his, “That you locked the door for a reason.”

You heard the dishes shatter on the floor, but you didn’t worry about that. You wriggled, shoving a spoon out from under your hip as Harvey backed you onto the table. He pushed one of your feet to prop up on the table, then slipped his hands under the skirt of your dress, curling around your underwear and drawing them off. You pushed yourself up, grasping his belt buckle and undoing it, then working at his pants button and zip. Harvey let go of you just long enough to fish a condom out of his pocket. You couldn’t help but laugh, tugging his pants down as he ripped the packet open with his teeth.

“You plan on fucking me when you invited me, Specter?”

“I like to be prepared.”

“You’re such a boy scout.”

He gave no answer to that, just rolled the condom on. You watched as he raises his hand to his mouth, lapping broadly over his fingers before sliding his hand under your dress and between your thighs. You moaned at the feeling, the hasty swipe of his slick fingertips over your clit.

“Already so wet,” He taunted, “Just from the thought of seeing me on my knees?”

“I’m still waiting for that.”

“Yeah, well,” Harvey settled between your spread thighs, “Don’t hold your breath, sweetheart.”

Your retort was knocked out of you as he snapped his hips forward, filling you completely. You bit your lip, quieting your moans as you adjusted to the press and stretch of his thick cock. You reached up, curling your hand around his tie and tugging him closer. Harvey leaned over you, planting his hand on the table beside your head for a split second. Then, he hissed in pain, quickly yanking his hand back again. You turned your head, laughing when you saw the fork that his hand landed on. He picked it up, flinging it away before he grasped the edge of the table, leveling a harsh thrust. You groaned, letting your head fall back as his hips pounded against yours, the lurid sound muffled by your clothing.

Your whimper slipped from your lips as Harvey screwed his hips in tight circles, his hand lowering back between your legs. He pressed his palm against your upper thigh, his thumb swirling around your clit. You let your eyes slid closed as you stoppered a whine in your throat. You were so damn close—you were nearly there, just—

Your stomach swooped as you heard the doorknob jiggle, followed by Mike’s voice.

“Uh—Harvey? Everything okay in there?”

“Fine!” Harvey barked back.

“Okay! ‘Cause a server said they heard things breaking and I can’t seem to get inside.”

“Give us a minute!” Harvey insisted.

“A minute?” You pouted. “That’s a pretty tight turnaround.”

“Maybe for you.”

“Don’t you dare—” You scoffed as Harvey drew back, picking up his pace. You didn't think that he meant it until his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw going tight. A quiet groan punched out of him as his hips jolted, then stilled.

“Are you kidding me?” You hissed, unraveling your hand and whacking him on the shoulder he pulled out. “You’re a real asshole, Specter, you know—”

You yelped as he grips your hips, dragging you to the edge of the table as he dropped to his knees. He didn’t let you get another word out before he lapped broadly across your cunt. You sucked in a gasp, tugging the hem of your dress up to get a better look at him. Harvey watched you through heavy, dark eyes as he lapped the tip of his tongue over your aching clit. Your eyelids fluttered, hips tipping down against his mouth as you chased your high. You grasped his hair as you came, panting harshly. Harvey groaned against you, teasing your aching pussy until you weakly shoved his forehead away.

Harvey rocked back onto his heels, swiping to clean his mouth. You pushed yourself to sit up, then slowly stood, wincing as glass crunched beneath the toe of your shoe. You wiggled, straightening your dress and snatching back your underwear when Harvey held it out to you. You stuffed it into your pocket, glancing back when you hear Mike knocking again. Harvey cleared his throat.

“So?” He pressed. “Can we settle this outside of court?”

You considered for a moment, watching him clean himself up and toss the condom into a trashcan in the corner.

“Two million.”

“One,” He countered.

“One five. And a company-wide retool of the corporate compliance standards.”

Harvey’s eyes narrowed slightly before he nodded.

“Done.”

“Excellent.” You shoved your underwear into your pocket and held your hand out to shake. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

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purple-scrunchie · 3 months

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More Heathers Headcanons bc they're rotting my brain

Heather Chandler:

absolutely dogshit at croquet. Only plays to knock other people out

mostly Heather

*slaps roof * this blondie can fit so much anger

has a deep respect for Duke but sees too much of herself in her (and therefore as a threat) and doesn't know how to deal with that healthily

Has an older stepsister she's only met twice

They write each other letters and they're quite close

refuses to let herself or any other Heather date the football team (she says "we don't date the help")

secretly likes her friends but doesn't know how to go about telling them she loves and appreciates them as people

her love language is getting people matching earrings for their birthdays

Heather Duke:

ex dance kid (iykyk)

wrote emo poetry in 7th grade (she burned it all last year though)

queen of malicious compliance

knows a shit ton of card tricks

is not allowed to shuffle the deck on poker night

she knows what she did

queen of telling scary stories (has made Heather, Heather, and Veronica sob like little babies before)

had a photography phase too

still has loads and loads of undeveloped film left over in her closet from this

her dad used to take her fishing and she secretly still loves it

Heather McNamara:

hates swimming

hates water in general

This girl only drinks milk it's a problem

Has literally everything you could ever need in her bag

once mistook her mace for her sunscreen

never again

ex theater kid (she was really good but then got busy with cheer, which took priority because her parents said so)

used to want to be an actress

now she wants to be an equine vet so she can get paid to be a horse girl all day

Not stupid at all, just has a selective attention span

broke her arm when she got thrown off a horse in 3rd grade

Veronica Sawyer:

has all 3 Heathers in her contacts as 'Heather'

she knows what's from who based on the messages

her bag is so damn disorganized she's basically Mary Poppins

we're talking everything from extra snacks to industrial-grade superglue

wanted to get a tattoo but her parents said no

she got JD to do it for her anyway (it's a really shitty rendition of her childhood cat, JFK)

lives off peanut butter & jelly sandwiches

still falls for the toothpaste in Oreos prank

bit her nails until Heather got her that nasty anti-biting polish for her birthday last year

Jason Dean:

red sox supporter

owns a tattoo gun

owns a real gun too

and a signed baseball bat (too bad he can't read the signature)

should not own any of these items

best friends with the movie theater clerk

uses this to see so many movies for free

the definition of "I know a place"

likes to walk around in the woods

just fuck around and throw rocks and shit

He told Veronica that if he ever goes missing that's the first place she should check

#scrunchie's ramblings #heathers headcanons #heathers #heathers 1988 #heathers the musical #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #veronica sawyer #jason dean #my blorbos

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butchdiaz · 11 months

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baby’s first 911 fic!!!!

i wish i said it better (poker fake dating spec 3 months late, 12k)

It’s 7am and Eddie needs to go home. The last 24 hours were non-stop. No big calls, but a million small ones, spread out just far enough to lull him into a false sense of relaxation, barely having time to lay his head on the pillow before the alarm blared through the station. He’s dead on his feet. He has to take a shower, maybe a power nap if he’s lucky, relieve Carla and take Chris to school in a little over an hour. Eddie needs to go home.

He parks outside Buck's loft shortly after 7:15, head reeling, replaying his conversation with Hen right before leaving the station on a loop.

“I'm just sick of it.” Eddie lets out a breath and bangs his head against the locker that he shares with Buck.

Eddie has been on three dates this week, and it feels like enough for a lifetime. How do people do this for months? For years? He feels a little silly giving up after a week after making such a big deal of putting himself back out there, but maybe he's just not meant for this. The revolving door of women.

“Sick of what?” Hen asks gently.

“The – the small talk and the not knowing what they like and the uncertainty and the thinking twelve steps ahead because there’s no way I'm bringing anyone less than perfect into Chris's life so as soon as one thing is off I'm checked out and I have to smile and nod my way through the rest of the night and,” Eddie sighs, feeling suddenly much older than thirty one, “It's exhausting.”

“Haven't you only been on, like, three dates?” Hen raises an accusing eyebrow. It's a statement with a question mark on the end.

“Shut up.”

“I'm just saying, there are a lot of amazing women in LA. It seems kind of unfair to write off all of them after three dates.”

Eddie sighs, tries to imagine sitting across the dinner table from a woman and wanting to take her home. It’s a blank in his mind. A blurry supercut of perfect women and perfect conversation that never leads to anything more.

He can picture the alternative, though. Coming home to Chris and Buck playing video games on the couch, squeezing in beside them with a beer, listening to their fond banter – exactly like he’s done after cutting every date short this week.

It's easy. No small talk, no pretense, no body on high alert for red flags.

“I'm not writing off all women,” he grumbles, “I just need a break.”

“From dating? Or from women?” Hen asks, a thoughtful expression on her face. Eddie doesn't like that face. It means she knows something.

“Uh,” Eddie stutters, feeling suddenly like he's caught in a trap, “Aren't they the same thing?”

Hen shrugs, “They could be.”

Yeah, definitely a trap. Hen closes her locker, and swings her bag onto her shoulder, taking a second to choose her next words with care.

“Have you considered,” she says, “that it's not the dating that's the problem?”

“Um,” Eddie replies eloquently once more, feeling lost. Hen sighs, looking at him like he can't grasp basic math.

“Maybe it's the dating women, Eddie. Maybe that's the problem.”

And, oh. Hen thinks he should date–oh.

He just stands there, LAFD jacket hanging loosely off one shoulder, mouth slightly agape like a fish out of water. Hen turns to go, taking one last look back at Eddie from the doorway.

“Just something to think about,” she says, that damn twinkle in her eye, knowing that she’s caught him, hook, line and sinker, “if you never have.”

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tagging the homies <3

@911onabc @useramor @translasso @lucydonato @anxieteandbiscuits @danielsousa @ilostyou @jamietarts @anirudhpisharody @janesbennet @try-set-me-on-fire @carryingbears @saltedbutr @rivermp3 @diazly @goldenbcnes @roy-kents @poughkeepsies

#HI BE NICE TO ME IM SCARED #i hate sharing my writing gonna throw up #rbs + kudos + comments are so so so appreciated :')#911 #911 fic #buddie #abby is making #my fic

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icycoldninja · 6 months

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Dmc incorrect quotes

Nero, tearing up the room: Where are they? Nero, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children? Nero: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

Dante: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.

V: Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water? Nero: Because your toast would get soggy!

V: Let’s not Dante this into a worse situation than it already is. Dante: Did you just use my name as a verb?

Dante: Can you pass the salt? V: Can you pass away? Dante: Too much salt.

V: I drink to forget but I always remember. Nero: You're drinking orange juice.

Dante: I got an idea! V: Does it involve breaking the law? Dante: By now don’t you think that’s a given? V: I was just trying to be optimistic. Dante: Don’t bother.

Dante: I'm gonna nickname my child "Lil Bitch". Nero: I see you're passing on your name.

Nero: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. V: Wasn’t Dante with you? Dante: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Nero, Vergil, and Dante are playing poker. Dante is winning by a long shot. Nero: Aw, come on. Vergil: It’s not fair! He doesn't even know what we’re playing! Dante: Go Fish?

Nero, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Dante: grabs and chugs the entire bottle Dante: Dante: It's perfume.

Dante: What is wrong with you? Vergil: Many, many things… Vergil: And most of them are your fucking fault.

Dante: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass. Nero: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL! Dante: …Your point?

Nero: I can be your partner for the next race. Vergil: Sorry, Nero. It's a sibling race. Dante: Maybe there's a contest for lonely children after this. Vergil: It's only children, Dante. A lonely child is what you're gonna be when I sell you!

Dante: They called me the B-word. Vergil: Motherfucker doesn’t start with ‘b’.

Nero: If you’re going to suggest I try dropping twenty feet down a pitch dark tower in the hope of hitting a couple of greasy little steps which might not even still be there, you can forget it. Vergil: There is an alternative, then. Nero: Out with it. Vergil: You could drop five hundred feet down a pitch black tower and hit stones which certainly are there.

Vergil: If there’s one thing I learned from Dante, it’s to set people’s expectations real low, so you end up surprising them by practically doing nothing at all.

Nero, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?! Vergil, standing in front of Nero: bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen Nero, crying: Please…stop…

#incorrect quotes #dmc incorrect quotes #That last one tho #He eats KitKats with motivation #Dmc #Dmc1 #Devil may cry #Dmc5 #Devil may cry 5 #Funny #Vergil #Dante #Nero #Sparda boys #Vergil sparda #Dante sparda #Nero sparda?#Lol

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nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius · 7 months

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TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 16

Hunter: Please, Crosshair, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this. Crosshair: I’m sorry Hunter Hunter: I’m begging you. Don’t do it. Crosshair: It has to be done. Hunter: Crosshair: Hunter: Crosshair: *Places +4* Uno.

Wrecker, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! Echo: …What does that even mean?!

Hunter, talking to Tech: They're trying to lure me into a false sense of security! Well, joke’s on them! I’ve never been secure in my life! And I’m not about to start now!

Crosshair: They called me the B-word. Echo: Motherfucker doesn’t start with ‘b’.

Echo: So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in. Echo: So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall. Echo: *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.

Crosshair: Quick! You must come with me! You're in great danger! Tech: Why?! Crosshair: Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.

Wrecker: ‘Technically legal’, the two best words in the the English language, right before ‘cowboy spectacular.'

Crosshair: Hey, are you alright with swearing? Asking for a friend. Hunter: Yeah? Crosshair: Bitch.

*Echo, Wrecker, and Tech are playing poker. Tech is winning by a long shot.* Echo: Aw, come on. Wrecker: It’s not fair! He doesn’t even know what we’re playing! Tech: Go Fish?

Tech: Do you want this handful of moss? Crosshair: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss? Tech: Damn, you could’ve just said no.

Crosshair: You say “Please” and “Thank you” in front of Omega all the time, and she never repeats it. Crosshair: But you call Hunter “Ass-faced motherfucker” ONE TIME…

Crosshair: All I did was kill people, is that really such a crime? Hunter: Hunter: Yes?!

Wrecker: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem.

Echo: Are you free tomorrow? Crosshair: No, I’m fucking expensive every day.

Omega: How do you type so fast? Echo: Anxiety.

Wrecker: Wanna hear some dark humor. Echo: Yeah, I love dark humor. Wrecker: Alright. Wrecker: *Turns off the lights* Wrecker: Knock knock. Echo: Turn the damn lights back on.

Crosshair: Sometimes I like to call people by the wrong name to show them I don’t care about them. Hunter: That’s brilliant. Crosshair: Thank you, Tech.

Hunter: You're ignoring all your problems. Echo: I know. Hunter: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism? Echo: I'm ignoring that fact as well. Hunter:

Wrecker, playing a video game: How do I play? *Wrecker has drawn first blood!* *Wrecker is on a killing spree!* *Wrecker is on a rampage!* *Wrecker is unstoppable!* *Wrecker is dominating!* *Wrecker is godlike!* Wrecker: Don’t worry guys, I figured it out.

Crosshair: *Hugs Tech from behind* Crosshair: *Tucks Tech's hair behind his ear* Crosshair, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

Omega: Did you know spiders can hold 8 guns at once? Wrecker: How does it WALK?? Omega: Omega: Did you know spiders can hold 7 guns at once?

Echo: Tech? You just drove through a stop sign without stopping. Tech: I'll stop twice on the way back.

Crosshair: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

Crosshair: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT. Wrecker: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes.

Hunter: One time I went to hand Wrecko a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!” at the same time, so instead I blurted out “Careful! It’s soup”.

Hunter: And what did we learn, Crosshair? Crosshair: Tackling someone isn’t the correct response to being asked a simple question.

Crosshair, proudly: I slept. Tech: Is that so much of a rare thing that you have to say it?

Tech: Things will get better! Tech: Tech: Okay, maybe they won’t. Tech: But they will be terrible in new and interesting ways!

Echo: I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.

Crosshair: Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to fear how much they love me.

Omega, looking at a map: It’s a barren, featureless wasteland out there, isn't it? Hunter: Other side, Omega...

Hunter: Can you be serious for five minutes? Wrecker: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Echo: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.

Omega: Your smile looks forced. Crosshair: That’s because it is.

Echo: So what’s for dinner? Wrecker: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Echo: … Echo: Is it soup? Wrecker: I soup-pose it could be! *winks* Echo: Please, enough with the soup puns! Wrecker: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Echo: STOP! *one hour later* Echo: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

Crosshair, to Hunter: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

Omega, running: Slow down, Tech, I can’t ketchup! Tech, not slowing down: You’ll just have to use all the strength you can mustard.

Echo: Get in the Halloween spirit and make a ghost! Hunter: That’s called murder and I heard somewhere that it was illegal.

Tech: I’m going to get so much done today. Hunter: I’ll hold you to that. *8 hours later* Hunter: So how much did you get done? Tech: One thing. Hunter: Well, that’s one more than usual.

Crosshair: If Wrecker says he'll be ready in five minutes, he will be. Crosshair: No need to remind him every fifteen minutes about it.

Tech: If there are no questions, we’ll move on to the next chapter. Crosshair: I have a question. Tech: Certainly, Crosshair. What is it? Crosshair: What’s the point of human existence? Tech: I meant any questions about the subject at hand. Crosshair: Oh. Crosshair: Frankly, I’d like to have the issue resolved before I expend any more energy on this.

Omega: What’s the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite? Tech: “Stalagmite” has an “m” in it.

Wrecker: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time. Crosshair: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

Hunter: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Crosshair: Thats because you're too short to do so. Hunter: …Listen here you fucking—

Tech: Wake up! The sun is shining! Crosshair: What do you want me to do, photosynthesis?

Omega: Will Crosshair be okay? Echo: He won’t be when I find him.

#star wars #incorrect quotes #incorrect bad batch quotes #tbb incorrect quotes #the bad batch #tbb #hey this has been in my drafts for aaages i forgot it existed

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nostalgiclittlespace · 12 days

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Caregiver Husk Headcanons

TW: Hazbin Hotel contains adult themes. But this post is completely SFW!

Probably found out about your regression after you visited the bar one night, close to tears. Instead of immediately letting you drink away your sorrows, he tried talking to you.

Eventually, after requesting some hugs and soft, childish speech, he realized something was up. But in the moment, he just stayed patient and took you to bed.

After a conversation with you the next morning, you admitted to having age regression. He was confused at first, but understanding after you explained it all.

He expressed concern of you being by yourself when you had the headspace of a child, and told you to come find him if you ever needed anything.

Eventually it just became routine.

You would hunt him down, whether he was at the bar or his room, and he would keep you busy. He found some gear for you too, after seeing you chew your hands and pull his tail one too many times out of boredom.

So. Many. Stuffies.

(His drinking habits have significantly cut back since he started caregiving)

You had to reteach the grumpy old man how to play again though

There was quite a lot of disapproval the first time you sat down for a tea party, and Husk just sat there watching awkwardly instead of participating.

He still prefers hands-on games like Hide-and-Seek or tag in comparison to imaginative play (he has no creativity), but he will do whatever you ask because seeing you smiling makes his heart melt

His favorite thing is board/card games. Uno and Go Fish galore.

He always lets you win, and makes it convincing (perks of having a poker face)

He may or may not teach you to gamble using stickers and Goldfish crackers

You love seeing his card tricks!

Husk doesn’t have very many rules, but what few he does, he is very strict about. (eg. no sharp objects, no cooking without his supervision, stay out of the bar, etc)

Prefers to go with the flow rather than having a strict schedule for you. Whatever you want to do in the moment is fine by him.

If you are overstimulated, he lets you calm down by petting his fur or wings (which is a very special privilege reserved for you and eventually Angel)

This man is the best at reassurances.

Always tells you how proud of you he is, that you deserve all the love in the world, you’re safe and cared for, etc.

Takes care of your needs without question or judgment. Whatever food preferences, comfort items, accommodations–he’s got it.

Doesn’t really like leaving you with a babysitter, as he doesn’t trust anyone else to properly care for you. If he really has to, he’ll leave you with Charlie or Angel. They’re like older siblings to you. (Never in a million years would he leave Alastor or Niffty in charge.)

Husk isn’t very creative with pet names. He mostly just calls you ‘kiddo’ or ‘hun’.

He doesn’t really do baby talk; however he is always smiling softly and listening whenever you’re babbling about whatever.

If you have a nightmare or a meltdown, he keeps his cool. Usually, you get calmed down just by cuddling with him (he’s sooo soft). Then, he’ll turn on a movie or read to you until you fall asleep.

Alastor teases him for his ‘motherly instincts’ constantly.

As such, Husk flips him off constantly.

You started to do the same, and now Husk is trying to get you to stop. (with no success so far) Alastor is amused by the struggle.

#agere community #hazbin hotel agere #little space #sfw interaction only #sfw agere #sfw regression #cute #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #husker #agere caregiver #caregiver husk #cg husk #Husk comfort #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel reader #reader insert #hazbin reader insert

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toxicanonymity · 9 months

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I love raider Joel so much!!! 😻 Do you think if sweet pea asked him to play cards with her, he’d say yes?

playing cards

CW: Dark fluff / raider master list

I don't think he'd play go fish or old maid but he might enjoy the opportunity to teach her something new like poker hands. She's smart and she catches on quick. Whether he admits it to himself or not he likes hanging out with her and likes seeing her face light up when she gets one. She's cute.

Carter could come by when she and Joel are sitting down for dinner one day, and Joel lets him stay to eat because Joel's never seen him go after a woman anywhere, even if he's invited in on a group bang by some of the more degenerate men. He's just not a threat, which is good for his life expectancy.

So the three of them are sitting at the table and Carter tries to be nice asking her what's new even though he knows it can't be much. Sweet pea says she picked the dandelion leaves they're eating and that Joel taught her poker. Joel is secretly proud of her bragging about stuff he teaches her and he says, "she's gettin' good at it, too." When she mentions she plays against herself sometimes, carter says "shoot I bet you're better than me" with a wink to Joel and the three of them play a game.

#toxic ask #raider!ask #raider!joel #dark fluff #joel miller fluff

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this-sapphic-paradise · 5 months

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Barbie starts dating and Gloria feels jealous, maybe even an eventual love confession

Hope you like it!

And let me know if I should write a follow up!

"Mom," Sasha's exasperated tone makes Gloria's hackles raise before she can even finish her sentence. "You *have* to put yourself out there again. It's been what, a year since you and dad divorced." The teen looked at Barbie for support, but doll-turned-human used her perfect poker face, staring straight ahead to avoid being pulled into the discussion. (One year in the real world had been enough time to learn some social cues.)

"Traitor," Sasha mock-whispered at Barbie.

"It's *only* been a year," Gloria corrected, busying herself with dinner. "I don't hear you nagging Barbie to start dating."

"That's because I am dating," Barbie supplied, hoping to be helpful. (Not *all* cues.)

Gloria almost dropped the pan she was holding in her haste to turn around. "You are?!"

The look of shock and... sadness? in Gloria's eyes confused Barbie. "Should I not be?"

"No, no..." Gloria shook her head and softened her features into a careful neutral face. "Of course you should. You should date as much or as little as you want, just-" a sad smile tugged on her lips, "don't let bad people harden your heart, okay?"

Sasha observed the exchange, looking from her mom to Barbie and then back again. *Okay...* She mouthed to herself, knowing it would go unnoticed by the two women who were staring lovingly at each other.

"Whatever. What's for dinner?"

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It's not like Gloria hadn't tried to get back into the dating game. She had downloaded all the typical apps—Tinder, Bumble, Hinge—, she had even ventured on Plenty of Fish before she understood the error of her ways and deleted her account immediately. But the apps made her feel like she was shopping for people, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, and so, she had deleted them.

What was left for her to do? She wondered, still thinking about Sasha's incessant request a week after the incident in the kitchen, getting cozy on the couch under a soft blanket to watch the latest cult documentary (a welcomed change from all the murder true crime shows she watched). She wasn't in her twenties anymore, she didn't want to go out partying every weekend, so where was she supposed to meet men her age? Did men her age even want to date women as old as them??

"You have that look on your face," Barbie commented, joining Gloria on the couch and shimming under the blanket to make herself warm.

"The look of a tired, working mother?"

Barbie grinned, having grown rather fond of Gloria's little sarcastic quips. "No, that look is beautiful," she said earnestly. "The look that something is bothering you."

Gloria shook her head, trying to ignore how Barbie's honest compliments always sank sharp teeth into her heart. She pressed play on the remote and she pretended to pay attention to it simply so she wouldn't have to look into those soul-searching eyes as she spoke. "How has dating been going for you?"

"Hm..." Barbie took a second to think. "I've been on seven dates since last week—"

"What?!?"

Barbie blinked. "One each night, basically."

"How can you afford that??"

She shrugged, "I never have to pay for anything. All the men and women I've seen insisted on paying for me."

Gloria was mid thought of 'Of course they are paying for you,' when it registered that Barbie had said she was going on dates with women too. It should have been obvious, really, that Barbie would see women as perfectly viable companions, but for some reason Gloria had never considered that for herself.

"And... which have you liked best, women or men?"

Barbie scrunched up her nose as she thought about it. "It's difficult to find any man here who is interested in more than my looks and many of them are terrible kissers—though I'm not sure I'm a good one myself-"

"Of course you are," Gloria interrupted without thinking about what she was saying.

"Can you tell just by looking at me?" Barbie asked, wondering if that was another human thing she still had to learn.

"Uh..." Gloria blinked a few times, trying to come up with a good explanation for that intrusive thought at the same time as she tried to comprehend why the thought of Barbie not being a good kisser felt like an affront to her.

"I-I just know that you're very intuitive and kind, and I'm sure someone like that would know how to kiss well," she explained, hoping it sounded like a well-thought-out reason.

Barbie beamed at that, taking Gloria's words at face value.

"So, yeah, I think I'm much more inclined to keep dating women than men. But no girl has invited me nor agreed to go on a second date."

Gloria frowned again. How was that possible?? "Have any of them told you why?"

"They said they couldn't get into another situationship with a woman who's living with her partner and her daughter." Barbie shrugged and continued, "I don't know why that's such a problem for them, but if they see it that way, then I'm better off."

"Barbie..." Gloria tilted her head, her heart melting. "They think you and I are dating, or that we are exes but still live together. That's why they don't want to get involved." She chuckled, but her chest ached a little. "We *are* partners, but not in the way they think."

"Oh! Well... that makes way more sense now," Barbie laughed and got more comfortable on the couch, unbothered by the fact that a misunderstanding might have cost her a few dates.

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Rollerblading had been something Gloria and Sasha had taken up as mother-daughter bonding activity and both truly cherished the moments they spent together (even though Sasha still put up a bit of front as it was expected of a teenager).

They were enjoying the breeze as they skated down their regular route when Gloria suddenly blurted out, "Would it be weird if I started seeing women?"

Sasha almost fell flat on her face—not due to the question, but the abruptedness of it. She eyed her mother with an unreadable expression for a few seconds before smirking and asking, "Women or Barbie?"

"What?!? No! I mean-"

"Mom," Sash laughed, grabbing her mother's hand. "Either is totally fine and not weird at all. I mean, it'd be *really* weird to have a real life Barbie as a step-mom, but-" she shrugged, "I've been waiting for you to realize you've been in love with her from the moment you laid eyes on her."

Gloria wanted to deny it, she wanted to say Sasha was mistaken, that she had still been in love with her ex husband when they met Barbie, but she knew she would be lying. All Gloria could do was thank the heavens for the fact that Sasha did not seem to be traumatized by the changes in their family.

"There's no step-mom just yet," Gloria said shyly, choosing to stay away from heavy topics for the time being. "Do you think she would go on a date with me?"

"Are you kidding me?" Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes at her mom. "I've seen the way you too look at each other. I think it gave me literal cavities. It's disgusting, really."

Laughing at her daughter's dramatics, Gloria sighed and said, "I guess I'll ask her out then." Her heart soared with the possibilities the future held, and she could only hope Barbie would say yes.

#barbie x gloria #my fic #sorry for the long format Im on mobile #hope yall like it though!

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oceansprompts · 5 months

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marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 1

I will not be howling at the moon any time soon.

Have to say, for a haunted Transian Castle raised on the cursed grounds of Old Salem it's pretty cozy.

I really should up my homeowner's insurance.

You smell... wrong.

You know what they say. All work and no play... is how we ended up with Ultron.

We invented stealth.

I don't actually care, but they need to stop moping. So. Can they play with your dog?

Admit what? That I feel a sense of admiration and respect for a fellow teammate?

Yeah, I didn't figure someone so great and powerful would be into a book club.

You're hung up on the were-roosters... Alright, let's hear what you got.

Is this visit business or pleasure?

How’s your mental health? A good portion of this “darkness hunting” game is mental health and processing intense situations.

But, hell on Earth isn’t a garden stroll.

I’ve spent decades experimenting and putting it together. Any of ’em interest you?

I’m telling you. I don’t know what’s coming next, but I do know when the shit hits the fan with Chthon...

You’re acting like I did it for fun...

Comfortable? I’ll never be comfortable around that monster. . .

You’re turning out to be one of my favorite people. . .

Why do you think? They take vicious killers and present them as tragic and misunderstood.

It’s just... Off, somehow. I swear, the moonlight on a clear evening is too dim for this time of year...

Was your first thought about killing me?

What I’m asking is, if I lost control, would you stop me?

Let’s talk about how your mother just turned one of my best friends against us.

These people look to me for guidance, but it feels like I’m stumbling around in the dark.

Just the fact that you are willing to learn means you’re on the right track.

So how do I tell him I’m totally cool with being best pals without scaring him off...

It wouldn’t take many guards to secure the building. So the question is: What else are they doing in there?

It’s not big enough to swim laps. Its only real purpose is for lounging and soaking up the sun.

It figures she’d send you. Did she tell you I want nothing to do with it? Because I still don’t.

Every time I think I’ve got my mind wrapped around this conflict, I get thrown a curveball.

But right now? I want to let you know how proud I am to be serving alongside you and watching your leadership.

Maybe this is what we’re supposed to be doing, fighting an endless war.

What do you make of our chances to get out of this mess in one piece?

That’s an easy question with a complex answer. Tell me this–what type of leader would you follow?

I always did what I thought was right. No more, no less.

Well, not so much fish as that ginormous, invulnerable sewer monster that swallowed the Sanctum.

I’m told I can be rather persuasive when I need to be.

It’s all just starting to blur into one big giant green gamma mess…

I’m having it right now and-wait. I think… oh no. Did I feed my cat before I left?

Would you have been able to take the shot? Because I don’t think I could’ve.

I’m going to be up all night trying to make sense of it, see if it helps us find our way back into the Sanctum.

But the more I see him in action, the more I think he might be an okay dude.

I’m telling you if I have to spend one more hour scanning digital maps…

All you have to do is be ready to fight for what you care about when the time comes.

Yeah, I know. Nasty artifacts like that aren’t known for their safety features…

I have to admit, I don’t think you’d be such a formidable poker player. Yet another reason to respect you.

This is the life, licking it with the legendary Hero, and kicking said legendary Hero’s ass at a fighting game.

Believe it or not, I don’t have a lot peeps I can call friends, not close ones at least.

I feel like you get how just how heavy all that extra baggage…

Sadly, the sense of wonder eventually wears off like most things.

… Sorry if I’m ruining any romantic notions of space travel.

I’m not just my powers. Sometimes I like to take it slow…

I’ve tried blindfolds, facing away from the board, and one-finger throws. Perfect score, every time.

The forbidden nap, if you will. Mercenary work is a grab bag of awful stuff…

Because looking at it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I can play nice all day when we’re out there kicking bad guy booty…

Uh, haven’t you listened to anything I’ve said? Money!

I forgot. You aren’t as self-aware as I am…

Well, your friends have been avoiding me like the plague…

He waved goodbye and peaced out to live a life of solitude…

#roleplay memes #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Big Time Crush

Pairing: James Diamond x Insecure!Plus size!reader Characters: Insecure!Plus size!reader, Katie Knight, Jennifer “Mama” Knight, James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, Hortense “Logan” Mitchell

Briefly mentioned: Camille Roberts, Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainwright, Snoop Dog, The Jennifer’s Warnings: Shenanigans, Katie being a sweetheart, the boys doing their best to help James, plans not going the way anyone planned, jerky teens, don’t mess with someone the boys, Katie, and Mama Knight like, the pool is a good place for jerky people to chill in, Mama Knight always manages to find the oddest recipes Word Count: 4,151

A/N: I honestly have no idea what happened to Dad Knight but we’re gonna pretend that Jennifer and he went through a divorce when the kids were young, and she kept her married last name

Late Christmas gift (fic) for requester @lilacprincessofrecovery

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You sit beside Katie, Kendall’s little sister, who’s currently working on earning a quick buck or two from the “pool jockies” as you and Camille like to call them. You glance over at her cards and see that she’s close to winning another round of go fish.

The jockies can’t grasp the basic rules of poker so you came up with a compromise and chose a classic game of go fish.

You lean over and whisper, “the one across from you has queens and the one to your left has seven.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m right about the queens. You just need one more than the one on your right and you’ll win.”

“Okay.”

Thanks to your little tip, she won which none of them liked.

“If you don’t want to lose, then don’t play,” you advise.

The one that sits across from Katie scoffs, heading back inside, most likely getting his luggage to go home for winter break.

“It’s been a while since you had something to eat. Do you want me to get you anything from the snack machine?”

“I think I’m gonna head inside and go play some video games. You can join me since Kendall’s at the studio, finishing up their latest album.”

You smile, “alright. Be prepared to lose to the master.”

“Oh, you’re on. Oh, actually can you get some candy. Mom wants to try this weird candy recipe and I was supposed to ask Kendall, but you know, I was in the zone before he left.”

You nod, “yeah, sure. Anything specific?”

“No gummies and no chocolate.”

“That leaves room for a lot of choices, doesn’t it?”

She raises her arms, “I’m not the one who made the recipe.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’ll wait with you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re the only other person here besides my brother and his idiot friends who is actually nice to me. My mom also wouldn’t like it if I came up without you.”

“Aww, who’s a mama’s girl.” You pull out a dollar from your pocket, reaching for your bag when you realize you left it at the table. “Hey, can you do me a quick favor and grab my bag. I want to make sure I get enough for your mom. You’ve got me curious about her future creation.”

She nods.

You push the buttons for the candy when a shadow blocks the light, turning you find one of the guys from the game.

“Hey, chubbs.”

You furrow your brows, hoping he’ll go away before Katie comes back.

“Maybe if you didn’t eat all this junk, you’d lose a pound or two.”

“Just because I’m getting candy, doesn’t mean it’s for me.”

“Isn’t that what they all say.”

You furrow your brows, “you don’t have to be a jerk.”

“You don’t have to be a jerk, cry me a river. Quite eating this crap,” he smacks the item out of your hands. “It’s not for you.”

You don’t look up, keeping your eyes on the floor.

“Can’t even look away from it for a second. Pathetic.”

He walks away when one of his buddies calls him over.

Katie stands beside you, handing you your bag. “Are you okay?”

You put a brave face on and nod. “Yep, all good. Now, let’s get your mom the candy so she can get started on it.”

Katie overheard what the jerk said and wants to make you feel better, but she’s never been good at it. She’s not letting you go back to your apartment until you absolutely have to, no one should be sad or alone during the holidays. Her eyes widen at the amount of candy you got. “Okay. I think we’re more than okay. This is already a lot more than what I planned on getting.”

“You sure?”

She nods, “definitely.” She grabs the candy from you and holds it close to her chest. “Let’s go. If she gets started now, she can be done but the time the boys get back.”

“You guys don’t have any holiday plans?”

“We did but then everyone canceled so we’re stuck here but now you can hang out with us.”

“Oh, I can? I feel honored.”

“My mom loves you.”

“I’ve only met her once.”

“And she thought you really nice. Wait, until she hears about you helping me win.”

You push the elevator close door button, wanting to get to their apartment faster. “Don’t you dare.”

“She won’t believe me anyway.”

“Ha!”

The young girl shakes her head, smiling, feeling proud of herself for bed able to keep you happy… even if it’s only temporary. She has an idea that maybe you don’t actually like what you see. She sees the baggy clothes you wear to hide yourself; it makes more sense with what that jerk told you earlier. “You look nice by the way,” Katie tells you, keeping her attention on the elevator doors.

“Oh,” you whisper, not expecting her to say that. You glance down at your usual jean and sneaker combo followed by your cute festive, semi tight Christmas holiday shirt with a black jacket to keep you warm. “Thanks. I like your shoes.”

She smirks, you had given her Christmas shoes laces as a joke not expecting her to wear them of course but here you are. “I know.”

“We’re back,” the child announces, walking into the apartment.

“Who’s we exactly?” Her mom asks, the last time she tried to get Katie a friend it turned out to be an adult who then stole her car- or rental car, it was a blur after realizing it was a car that was in her possession was stolen. “Oh,” she notices you, standing in the doorway and smiles. “Come on in. I’m so happy it’s you. How are you?” She hugs you, you weakly hug her back.

The negative thoughts try to enter your mind again. ‘She pities you. Forever the fat pitied girl.’ You give her a weak smile. “We got the last ingredient you needed for your latest creation.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet but I’m pretty sure my daughter was supposed to tell her brother to get it.”

“She mentioned something like that, but I figured why not try the vending machine first. Save a few bucks, you know.”

“I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“We’re gonna play games.” Katie tries to pull you towards the couch when her mom stops her.

“Oh no. You promised to help me.”

“But-”

“It could be fun.”

“Don’t side with her, please.”

“You two could make Christmas cookies.”

“Oh, yay. I’ve been waiting make some myself but-” ‘She’s gonna think your fat, talking about cookies.’ “I- uh- never found the time.”

“Let’s make the cookies… from scratch.”

“I don’t like the look you have on your face, Katie,” you tell the young girl.

The smile never leaving her face.

“How about Mrs. Knight and I switch places?”

“First, it’s Ms. Knight. And no, you two can make the cookies.” She turns to you, “I have faith that you’ll make sure the cookies come out right. Katie just wants to throw flour on you.”

You nod, “I figured as much.”

The older woman smiles, patting your arm, “you’re gonna have fun.”

A nervous chuckle escapes you, “I don’t know.”

“You will and while you do, I’ll be over there on the couch reading a book.”

“Fabio?”

The mother of the apartment says nothing.

“Have fun with your book.”

She nods and heads over to the couch, getting comfortable.

“Alright,” you turn to Katie, “what flavor are we making?”

“Chocolate chip.”

“Excellent choice.” You order her to get all of the items and ingredients you’ll need and remind her of the sweet outcome whenever she huffs and puffs.

“Now can we make the cookies?”

“Yep, let’s get started.” You tell her which ingredients you need while you do the mixing.

You two sit and play hangman while you two wait for the cookies to finish cooking. “Seriously? You used the word ambrosia. How was I supposed to guess that?”

She smirks, “don’t order me around.”

“Oh,” you shake your head, “you’re evil.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Of course, you don’t.” The timer on the microwave dings. “I’ll check on the cookies.”

The boys enter the apartment and slump against the couch, two on each side of Kendall and Katie’s mom. “I smell cookies,” says Carlos, with a confused expression.

“I do too,” Logan and James add.

“Mom?”

“Ask your sister,” she flips another page of her book.

“Okay, Katie. I-” You scream, almost dropping the hot tray of cookies. “Geez.” You grab a towel and set it on the counter before setting the tray down.

The boys stare at the tray of heavenly smelling cookies... all except for James, who’s jaw is open as he stares at you.

Katie sits beside Logan who sits beside her brother, watching this whole thing with amusement.

‘They think your fat for making cookies... even though they look like they want one.’ You purse your lips at this next thought. ‘They can eat them without the sugar going to their hips.’ You avoid her gaze and turn towards the sink, washing the dishes so Ms. Knight doesn’t have to.

Carlos and Logan glance at one another, eyes switching between each other and the cookies.

The brainiac shakes his head, the helmet lover nods; this goes on for a couple of minutes until Carlos reaches for a cookie and hisses.

“The cookies just came out. You saw her take them out,” Katie points out.

“But- it’s cookies,” the corndog lover weakly argues.

“They have to cool.”

“But I want cookies.”

You dry your hands on a napkin and slowly turn around. “If I,” you pause when the five turn to give you, their attention. “If I get you some cookies, will you stop trying to grab them off the hot cookie sheet?”

The boys nod.

Katie gets out of the chair before you asked her to get you plates.

You scoop a couple of cookies onto each plate and slide them in front of each boy, not forgetting to give a plate to Katie and her mom.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“Don’t you want to try some?” You shake your head with a polite smile, “no, thanks for offering though Katie.”

She furrows her brows. “But you said-”

“I- I decided that I’m gonna stop eating so much candy.”

She knows where you’re going with this and what thoughts are running around your mind.

“Oh, okay. Well. I’m sure I can whip up something else,” Ms. Knight offers, collecting the boys’ plates.

You shake your head, “it's- its fine. I should go back to my place.” You walk around the counter, grabbing your bag off the table. “Thank you so much for letting me hangout here.”

“Do you h-ave to go?” asks James, voice cracking halfway through. “You could- we could hang- hang out?”

An uncomfortable smile stretches across your lips. “I- I would but, I have to go. Maybe some other time?” You add even though you don’t really mean it, thinking he was just being nice to the “fat” girl.

“Oh, yeah. Okay, next time.”

A quiet, “bye” slips past your lips before the door closes shut.

The boys or Katie’s mom didn’t see you much after that day. They couldn’t find you when it was only everyone in the apartment, Kelly, Gustavo, and Snoop Dog who were stuck at the studio.

Katie wanted to invite you to stay and hangout with them since she knows your family always have plans, leaving you here alone. She was lucky to have found you a few days after everyone came back from break.

“How was your guy’s Christmas?” you ask her, sitting in the cabana.

“Not better than yours.”

“Somehow I don’t believe that.”

Just because the boys haven’t talked to you since you made cookies, doesn’t mean they haven’t seen you.

Every time James sees you, he forgets everything he was doing or thinking.

The others always encourage him to try and ask you out (not just because they’re tired of hearing him go on and on about you) but he always gives them some sort of excuse as to why he can’t or shouldn’t making it even weirder because... it’s James. But they see how he is whenever he’s near you and know that he has a big time crush on you.

Kendall pulls together an idea, knowing that you and Katie are hanging out by the pool as usual so naturally he calls, more like yanks, Carlos and Logan with him.

“Operation: Get James a date is happening today.”

“Today? Like today-today? We’re not ready,” Logan tells him.

“It happens and he will get a date with the one person who can get him to use less of his body spray.”

“How are we gonna do that?” asks Carlos.

“I’m glad you asked.”

They rope James into coming over and helping them with their fake plan.

“Okay, James. I’m gonna be honest with you right now,” Kendall starts.

“We lied!” Logan blurts out.

“That’s not what we agreed to do.” The leader smacks the brainiacs shoulder, who whines as he holds his arm.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He should know. He needs to know what we’re doing here.”

“What exactly are we doing here?” The pretty boy chimes in.

“We’re helping you ask out the only nice girl here.” Carlos glances over at the offended duo and sighs, correcting himself. “Who isn’t dating anyone.”

“What?” James eyes widen. “You’re trying to get me to ask her out?! No. No. No.”

“You can do it,” Carlos encourages him.

“It’s all going to be fine,” Kendall pats his shoulder.

“Take these flowers,” Logan shoves the bundle of flowers into his friends’ hand, “and go find her.”

James trips, using his hands to put some distance between his face and the floor, not wanting to damage his face; the flowers are a now mess on the floor.

No one stops to help, only glancing over at him and continuing with their day.

Luckily for you, you didn’t hear it, the music blasting through your headphones blocking out all and any sounds around you.

He sighs and pushes himself off the ground with sad and slow movements.

The other three reach out to comfort him but he continues walking past them and into the pool area since the kids from class were having fun first day of summer pool party.

“She’s still there,” Logan weakly adds. “This is good.”

“Let’s go before he floats in the pool, staring into the sun,” Carlos taps his helmet before running outside.

You hide in the cabana, not wanting to see anyone or have anyone see you in the jean shorts, you haven’t worn in what feels like a millennium. You don’t even know why you’re here; you should be in your apartment watching some old romance movie that you find stupid because you haven’t been in love or in a relationship.

You don’t even know why you left the cabana flap open, maybe it was some kind of subconscious self-torture because all you see when you look at the pool is everyone from class which consist of skinny girls in bikinis.

Just as you pointed them out to yourself, the Jennifer’s give you a polite wave, something not everyone could get which made your harsh thoughts about yourself make you feel bad for thinking these kinds of things when they’ve been nice to you for almost as long as you’ve known them. Sure, they were a bit rough around the edges when you first met the girls but after helping them when they needed it, they’ve been nothing but kind to you.

The smile falls from your face as you watch them settle onto the pool lounge chairs. ‘They didn’t need to buy new bathing suits. They didn’t gain anything during the holidays.’ You shake your head, sighing. ‘Don’t focus on that. You look cute too. Your shorts are perfect for your shirt.’ You tug your jacket closer around your torso, half tempted to zip it but deciding not to prevent yourself from overheating. You noticed James lazily floating on one of the bed floaties, staring up at the sky.

Almost as if he could feel eyes on him, his head rolls to the side; he glances over at you.

You both freeze, keeping eye contact with one another. You didn’t realize it at first but, you offer a small wave in his direction.

He returns the slow wave.

You quickly lower your head, trying to focus on your book. ‘Why’d you even accept their invite to this?’ You bite the inside of your cheek, letting go when the flavor of copper hits your tastebuds. ‘They probably invited you out of the pity. The fat girl friends with a child. They want something to laugh at.’

Katie draws James’s attention away from you.

“What?” He asks, with an annoyed tone.

“Get out of the pool and talk to her. She needs someone to talk to and I can’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“My mom wants to me to do something that other kids my age do.” She notices the raised brow and disbelief expression he has on his face. “Whatever that means. Go and talk to her. I’m tired of you not saying anything.”

“I can’t talk to her,” he stresses the second word as if that would help.

“You can. It’s easy. She likes music, you’re in a band. Find common ground.”

“You make it sound like I’m going into battle... I’m not, right?”

“You are and oh look, we’re here.” She shoves him in front of the cabana, hiding behind one of the oddly placed plants.

James catches himself before he could trip, glancing back of his shoulder only to find no Katie. He sighs.

“Hi James.”

His shoulders tense up, eyes quickly moving onto you.

“You know my name?”

‘This isn’t awkward.’ You nod, “kind of hard not to when you’re the newest artist around here.” You purse your lips, since when did talking to others get to be so hard. ‘Have I always sounded like this?’

He chuckles, “that- uh- yeah, that makes sense.”

You gulp before you ask him if he wants to sit in here with you.

His eyes widen in surprise making you feel bad.

Did you make him think you hated him because if so, that was not your intentions.

“Yeah, okay.” He’s quick to walk over towards the unoccupied seat near you.

Kendall and the other two exit the Palm Woods lobby with Carlos munching on whatever caught his interest in the vending machine today.

“Where could he be?” Logan questions with his hands on his lips.

This was not like their friend to just disappear for hours on end (even though it had been ten minutes. The debate between snacks Carlos had with himself was absolute hell).

The boy with the extra accessory points to something in front of him, unable to respond as he continues to munch on his snack of the day.

“Looks like he doesn’t need any help,” Kendall comments.

“We can get rid of these costumes then, right?” Logan starts itching his collar bone.

“After we-”

“Nope,” the brainiac shakes his head. “Nope, besides Carlos already stained his so, we can’t use these.”

“Are you gonna go into the pool at any point today?” James asks, with an innocent tone.

“Uh- n- I don’t think I will.”

“Why not?”

You say the first thing that pops into your head. “I’m not a big fan of splashing.”

“We could hangout near a corner... or something.”

“We?” You turn your head to him.

He scratches the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle slipping through the small smile he has on his lips. “Uh- yeah. I mean or we could- we could just stay here, if that’s what you want. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

‘If only he knew.’ “Maybe when there’s less people,” you grip the edge of your jacket, further curling it around you. “We could go for a swim,” your voice wavers at the word.

Almost as if he knows what you’re thinking he offers something else. “Nah, I’ve already been in the sun for too long. I definitely don’t want to become one of those overly tan people, you know.”

You chuckle, knowing exactly who he’s talking about and sadly, it’s usually the parents of the other kids that live here at the Palm Woods. “Yeah, smart move on your part,” you joke with him.

The corner of his lip’s twitches, he got you to make a joke. He didn’t think he’d be able to make you smile much less make a joke, the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering faster than ever.

“Have any of you beaten BTF yet?”

He furrows his brows, “how do you know about that?”

“It’s me. Katie gets bored when she beats the pool jockies and we’ve been practicing your guys’ video games so we can beat you.”

He chuckles, “now that I know that you’re so going down.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you playfully shove his arm.

“How can you stand to be near it?” The pool jocky who was being a jerk before Christmas snickers.

“What?” James asks, not understanding why this guy is being such a jerk to such a nice person. “Just don’t feed her, she’ll never leave if you do.” He turns around, heading towards the pool area feeling very highly of himself.

Your brows knit together, a sad pout on your lips. “Let’s just go, James.”

“What?” He spins around, standing in front of you. “No. He doesn’t get to talk to you like that and pretend like he didn’t.”

“It’s fine. This isn’t something new.”

“And I’m gonna make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

You didn’t see anything because Logan and Carlos stop you from following him. “Would you let me at least-”

“Nope,” the former shakes his head. “Not happening. Kendall and James have got this handled.”

Carlos nods, “yeah. We just gotta trust them-”

And then the quick screams of the Jennifer’s and pool splashing causes all of your eyes to widen.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Logan says, turning you around so your back is to the facing the front desk of the lobby as he avoids your gaze.

James walks through the open doors, stopping in the doorway, smiling when he sees you and tries to slick his hair back.

Kendall rolls his eyes, Katie walking up behind the two. “Please stop.”

The two jump up, hugging one another as they let out a quick scream until they realize who it is and immediately push the other one away from them.

“You’re fine, she won’t care if your hair is messed up-”

“It’s messed up?” He asks, reaching for hair.

“What? No. That’s not important. If I hear you did something to make her cry or anything to hurt, her feelings. You won’t know revenge until it happens to you.”

A short chuckle slips past your lips as you place a hand on James’s shoulder. “Let’s not threaten people today, Katie.”

“I’m not, just implying what could happen if he isn’t nice,” she says, a fake smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Yeah, I’m not buying that.” You start to push James into the direction of the elevators. You two stare at the doors, unsure of how to talk to one another knowing that he did- whatever it is he did because he cares about you. ‘My stomach feels weird, but I don’t have an upset stomach?’ “Thank you.”

“It was fun.”

“Not as much as it’ll be when I kick your butt.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

Carlos tilts his head, “does anyone smell cookies?”

“As long as you don’t smell toast, we’re good,” Logan adds.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

“Could you two walk any slower,” Katie whines. She opens the door, shaking her head watching the two having fun. She wanders over, leaning over the back of the couch. “Any more BTF?”

“You know it.”

“Cookies are done,” Ms. Knight announces, scooping the cookies off the cookie sheet and onto a plate.

Everyone runs over to the counter, wincing at the temperature.

“What does BTF mean?” asks James as he breaks a cookie in half offering you the other half.

You accept, “oh, that.” You chuckle, “it was actually something I use to make fun of Katie but when I tell you, I… will painfully admit that I’m a fan of your guy’s music because it means… big time fan.”

He leans in. “Can I assume someone here is your favorite member?”

“Nope, let’s go play some more. I’m so close to getting the scoreboard to be all BTF.”

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