#i just wanna sleep and not think about the three tests I have this week-

[urhoneycombwitch]

in sickness, to cherish

foreword: so excited to release this lil’ babe into the world. PTSD and trauma healing is of special interest to me, I hope you enjoy 💖 (p.s. from my limited research I don’t think they would have used a heart monitor for low-risk patients but it is literally integral to my plot so I’m breaking my anachronistic purity rule. soz)

wc: 3k

cw: descriptions of seizure, PTSD + hospital/medical trauma for the whole gang, brief mention of non-consensual drugging, R is referred to once as “Mrs” & “girlfriend”, angst w/ comfort

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The mounted clock on the wall of the dingy Hawkins Memorial waiting room ticks over to nine PM, a brutal reminder that time (for everyone else, at least) has not, in fact, stopped.

Nine o’clock. As you pace from one end of the plastic chair-lined aisle to the other, you run the numbers in your head, fingers spastic at your sides- it’s nine right now, and Steve was admitted just after six, which means they’ve been running tests for three hours, even though the charge nurse said it should only take one…

”You wanna step outside for a smoke?”

Eddie speaks up from his seat at the end of the row, catching your bleary gaze before you’re turning on your heel again to complete your looping track.

His voice cuts smoothly over the buzzing fluorescents, the old television in the corner droning with last week’s news cycle; it’s enough to disrupt Robin from her half-sleep against Eddie’s shoulder, blinking into consciousness and stretching her stiff limbs as you respond.

“No, thanks.” Your hands slip to the inside of your elbows, squeezing through layers of soft cardigan in a near-bruise, feet continuing the rhythmic pacing. “You can go, though- I’ll make sure Robin comes to get you if anything happens.”

Eddie clears his throat, sinking back into the hard plastic, rings clicking at the armrests. “Nah, I’m good without one. Just thought you’d want a change of scenery, maybe some fresh air would calm-”

“I’m staying here.”

There’s a sharpness to your voice, a rarity- Robin winces, fingers in her lap twisting and fidgeting as she tries to change the subject. “God, Steve’s gonna be spitting mad when he wakes up. He’s the most doctor-adverse person I know.”

Eddie latches on to this with a humorless chuckle- “Stubborn bastard. Wouldn’t let those lab goons go near him, even after last year-”

“Fuck.” The swear comes from the bottom of your toes, even as you swivel on the balls of your feet to loop back in front of your friends; their faces snap to you, a blur of motion as you pass them again- “You’re right. Steve fucking hates doctors. I should’ve-”

Your next breath comes stilted, fingers a vice-grip on your own arms as you pace, pace, pace- “I should’ve treated this like taking a dog to a vet. Crushed up some pills in his food, or something- he never listens to me when I nag him about his hearing getting worse- do you know how many meals, how many glasses of water we share, every day?”

From the corner of your hazy vision, Robin’s gone still and pale, her voice tremulous- “I didn’t mean to imply- this isn’t your fault, you know-”

But you’re not ready to hear that, guilt surfacing like a sick wave, tears pooling, moments away from spilling over, voice trembling with anguish- “Could’ve been so easy, tell him we’re going for a ride, load him up into the passenger seat, he goes to sleep and I could’a passed him right off to a doctor, to someone who could have prevented this-”

Eddie rises from his seat to stand in the middle of your path, hands lifting to soothe and appease, but you’re still in flight mode, like a bird beating its wings against the confines of its cage.

You flinch away from his touch, standing with your back turned to them both, staring out the dark window, unseeing. “You know what Steve said to me? Right before he hit the ground? He said, ‘Don’t panic, I’m gonna pass out, try not to let my hair get too messed up.’”

An edge of misplaced humor draws a dry laugh from your throat. The dark window reflects your own face back- tear-streaked, red veins encroaching on the whites of your eyes- as you shake your head in disbelief. “He made a joke. To try and distract me from the fact that he was about to hit the ground and go all… all spastic-”

Unbidden flashes of memory surge to the forefront of your mind: victims of last spring. Twisted forms snapped at the bone, Max’s arms and legs bent at horrifying angles, plaster casts from head-to-toe, freckled face still and sallow against the starch-white hospital sheets-

A leather-jacketed form in the reflection behind you, Eddie’s hand solid on your back against the shuddering breaths wracking all the air from your lungs. You don’t flinch away this time.

Your beautiful boy. Steve. With his eye-crinkling smiles and sharp wit and gentle heart, stiff as a board in the middle of your living room, eyes rolled back in his skull like a downed deer, unreachable, just three hours ago.

“I thought it was Vecna. It’s been so long but I thought he’d come back, somehow, I was this close to running upstairs and grabbing our Walkman-”

”But you didn’t.” The hand at your back is joined by another at your arm as Eddie pulls you to face him, his gaze locking on your own, brown eyes full of grave compassion. “You heard the nurse. She said tipping him on his side was the best call you could’a made, sweetheart- you saved him.”

”But I didn’t know,” you insist, “I didn’t know that’s what would help, I just did it ‘cuz I was worried he was going to choke on his own tongue-”

“Semantics. You intuited it, then.” One of Eddie’s hands leaves your arm briefly to make a dismissive gesture through the air- “Which, in my book, is all the more impressive.”

Unconvinced, your voice small and tightening along with your chest- “What if this happens again, and he’s alone, this time? What if he’s working one of his three closing shifts a week, without Robin- what if he’s driving?”

You can’t help the spiraling of your thoughts, what-if scenarios jumping in line, each one more horrifying than the last.

Robin rises to stand beside Eddie, opens her mouth- to deny, to comfort, it’s unclear- but is interrupted by a new nurse who’s just appeared in the doorway.

“Mrs. Harrington?”

This snaps you back to earth, a bit, another watery laugh as Eddie takes a step back, allowing you to swipe at the mess of tears on your face before turning to the nurse- “Yeah. As good as, I guess. How’s he doing?”

With a last look at your friends, the nurse leads you down sickeningly-bright corridors while reading from a clipboard- most of it’s medical jargon, your foggy brain struggling to keep up as you stay on her heels.

What you gather, as you’re led to his room, is nothing new- Steve’s had a seizure, likely due to the trauma his brain incurred from the ‘earthquake’ of ‘86, and it’s unclear what triggered it, or if it’s likely to happen again.

“We’re going to keep him overnight, just to monitor his condition.” The nurse stops at a door labeled Room 202, hinges squeaking as she pushes it open. “He was really lucky, this time. Must’ve had a good guardian angel looking out for him.”

Heart thrumming thick in your throat, you almost ask the nurse to wait, to give you a second- maybe a quick bathroom break to splash some cold water against the tear-tracks, or even an extra few seconds to pretend at being stoic- but she’s already ushering you in with a kind smile.

The nurse pulls the door shut, and you’re left alone with the boy in the bed.

He looks exhausted, dark circles pulling at the soft skin below his eyes, which are full of relief, trained on you as you approach.

“Hey, there’s my girl.” There’s a scratchy quality to Steve’s voice, on its way to being lost.

You were doing really well, no crying or anything, before he spoke. But hearing him, paired with the awful sight of a medical cord wrapping around the width of his broad chest, has your face crumpling in an instant.

“Oh, shit. Aw, honey. C’mere-” Steve reaches for you, halfway to sitting up off his supporting pillows, and you quickly close the gap, sitting near his hip on the bed.

“No, hey- stay down,” you chide through the tears, pushing at the shoulder of his white hospital tee. “Don’t put any stress on your body.”

“Cut the stress, she says,” Steve grumbles, leaning back against the stack of pillows but compromising by pulling you in closer. “My baby’s crying, and she tells me no stress?”

His left palm slips over your cheek, thumb swiping away tears, while his right hand- IV taped flat over the back of it- slides to rest on your waist.

”Gonna tell me what’s wrong, hm?”

Under different circumstances, you’d laugh at his question- christ, where did he want you to start: but with that amber gaze so full of empathy, desperate to fix what’s making you sad, you’re stripped raw with sincerity.

”I was just- I was so scared, Steve-”

Steve pulls your face towards his, needily, a breath away from begging for a kiss before you lean in for one.

He tastes salty, like sweat and tears, lips plush and softly seeking against the seam of your own. Between the kisses, he’s mumbling apologies, “sorry, so sorry”, broken by the need to be as close to you as all the medical gear will allow.

There’s a soft noise from the back of his throat, and you pull away just enough to bump your nose into his, hands running up to push through the soft strands of his hair.

Steve practically purrs under your touch; you’re careful not to disturb the tubing wrapping around the length of his chest, leaning your weight into his shoulders instead.

A vein of hilarity spikes as you remember Steve’s last words before he went under: and here you were, fingers pulling at his dark roots, breaking his one request. When you start to giggle, Steve’s eyes pop open, baffled, hair sticking up at the ends when your fingers leave his hair. Both hands now squeezing at your hips, he feels left out of the joke- “What?”

“I just- nothing. Never mind. I’m really glad you’re okay.” It’s the truth. You frame his lovely face with your hands, kissing his forehead once before sitting up fully. “I don’t wanna fight about it here, okay? Let’s just focus on you feeling better, and then-”

“See, now, wait a minute-” Steve holds up a finger to interrupt. “You don’t get it. I’ve been hoping and praying for hours now that my pretty girlfriend would come in here just so we could have a good fight.”

He tweaks at the skin of your hips (with the IV-hand, so you can’t just smack it away, dammit), smiling up at you far too dreamily for someone reclining in a hospital bed.

Settling against the length of Steve’s torso, your arms cross over his stomach just under the tubing as you start, carefully- “You know, Max had one of these- when she was in the hospital?”

”Yeah, you’re right.” Steve’s hands worm their way under both your cardigan sleeves, seeking out the comfort of skin like a magnet- “Think it tracks heart rate. Or something.”

“Mm-hm. And… you know how she had to go to physical therapy three times a week? For, like, half the school year?”

Steve’s thumbs swipe absently at your wrists, a line pinched between his brows, trying to piece together your angle. “…yeah?”

“Takes a lot of time, to heal from something like that.” Your eyes drop to his chest, throat swelling with the effort of holding back a sob. “And I’m just- just thinking of all the times you might be alone, and how we could have prevented this, and-”

“Hey, hey, hey- shhh…” Steve soothes, shaking his head. “Honey, it was inevitable, okay? Nothing we could’a done. The doc told me this shit can happen, like, years after a big event. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Fighting against the wall of emotion that makes speaking harder, you return his head shake, desperate for understanding- “But you can’t promise that, baby. You had a seizure- an actual, medical emergency, and… we don’t know if it’ll happen again.”

With a purposeful straightening of your spine, you state, resolutely: “I want a different promise.”

Steve presses the crown of his head back into the pillows, melodramatic, resurfacing with a tsk. “So stubborn. What promise you want, then, huh?”

”I want you to promise that you’ll see a doctor- a real one. A head guy. Not some… family medicine quack.”

Steve grins, charming even while unusually pale- “I love it when you talk medical, really gets me going-”

He decides to bail on the rest of that sentence when he sees the flare of irritation on its way to real anger in your face, raising both hands in appeasement- “Okay. Hey- I promise to see a real head doc. I don’t intend on putting you through this again.”

WIth a sigh, you surge forward again, mumbling “Thank you” into Steve’s lips, a kiss of relief and gratitude. Best news you’ve heard all day.

His groans vibrate through you, hands running down the length of your side, near the bottom of your cardigan; you squeak at the intrusion of his cold palms on the bare skin of your waist but they warm quickly, and you’re willingly distracted as his tongue presses against the seam of your lips.

Perhaps not exactly hospital-appropriate, but as it’s been an evening full of adrenaline-filled panic and heartache, you figure some making out might be a good cure for the both of you.

“Won’t scare you like that again,” Steve says, lips already pink and spit-slick, intense and breathless as he clings to you between kisses- “Gonna be okay. You saved me, angel. Love you s’much…”

Your hand, previously resting on Steve’s knee, automatically slides up at his words, notching into the soft expanse of his inner thigh over the thin sheets- “Love you too, so much…”

A bright, electronic noise jolts into frantic beeping- the monitor that Steve’s hooked up to is loud enough to startle you into sitting up.

There’s no time to process or even rearrange yourselves before the nurse from earlier bustles into the room to glare at the machine’s screen; best you can do is a swipe across your mouth, hopefully hiding any evidence of moments-ago spit-swappage as you stammer out, “Um, yeah, sorry- h-he was trying to sit up and that set it off, I guess…?”

Steve lies placid and amenable against his pillows, giving the nurse a gold-medal grin, which unfortunately does nothing to allay her suspicions.

“Uh-huh.” The monitor alarm is stopped short with the press of a few buttons, and she gives Steve a sideways look, clipboard tucked under her arm- “You ready for your other visitors, Mr. Harrington, or should I give you a few more minutes?”

“Bring forth the party, Patricia.” Steve folds his hands behind his head, wincing when his IV gets bumped but covering it with a wink.

Nurse Patricia leaves. You cover your heated face, mortified- “Oh my god. She probably thought I was giving you a handjob or something, jesus, Steve-”

He’s outright laughing at you now, unable to help it- “Come on, no she didn’t. And even if she did…”

Steve is momentarily distracted, frowning down at his chest, following the monitor’s line to the machine; you watch through cracked fingers, his face lighting up, triumphant. “See, I bet if we unplug it from the wall same time as disconnecting it from here, we might be able to fit a handy under the radar, after all!”

Robin and Eddie enter the room just as you’re swatting Steve’s shoulder; over your subdued and mildly horrified laughter, he groans in faux-pain: “God, you two got here just in time. She’s beating me up for no reason.”

As Eddie settles into the plastic chair under the opposing wall’s window, you scooch down the mattress, patting the side closest to Steve with an encouraging smile at Robin.

She takes the seat, appreciative, her clammy hand slipping into yours for support as she addresses Steve: “Y’know, if you did this to get out of doing inventory this weekend, you could just say so.”

“You caught me, Robs,” Steve says, thumbing over her knuckles fondly. “Finally gonna join my conspiracy to make Keith’s life hell?”

You’re about to cut in, emphasizing that no one else should be making any hospital visits, when a metallic screech has the three of you on the bed whipping around.

Eddie’s managed to crack the barred window- judging by the sound, it hasn’t been opened since the 70s. He freezes with all the attention, then speaks around the cigarette clenched between his lips, suave again- “Pardon the interruption. Anyone else care for a smoke?”

Everyone in the room blinks at him, in various stages of disbelief; Steve starts laughing, first, which gets Robin going, and eventually you, too, until Eddie’s grinning around the cigarette, lighter halfway to his mouth as he chuckles- “Well, can’t say I didn’t offer…”

Robin makes a comment about nicotine fumes, which quickly devolves into her and Eddie fiercely bickering.

The elevated chatter of your friends fades into the background as Steve takes your hand atop the sheets, head tilted to get you in his line of sight again- love you, he mouths.

Love you, too.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader

[jermer10]

This might be a weird request but can you do one where you're dating the Mercenaries and you figure out your pregnant so you tell them?

TF2 mercs with a pregnant s/o

afab reader | this req wasn't weird at all! thank you op, and i apologize for it taking so long to write! <3

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - being the youngest of 8, he wasn't exactly aware of pregnancy signs first hand, though he had heard things from his ma and brothers - so when he noticed you had been sicker, sleeping longer, and having food aversions to things you would otherwise love, he had slowly put pieces of the puzzle together - doesn't wanna bring it up with you, he doesn't want to alarm you, and slyly implies getting a pregnancy test after he sees you vomiting for the 3rd morning that week - when he finds out, he is ecstatic!!! <33333 - would LOVE it if his kids were into baseball, definitely the playing catch in the yard kid of dad - has always been big on having a family, but can't help but also feel incredibly nervous??? - his dad was never there, would he even be a good dad? spoiler alert, he is an amazing dad

Soldier: - completely oblivious to the idea that you could be pregnant, and instead sends you to the infirmary thinking you had just eaten some bad bread - to his complete and utter shock, you came out pregnant - "honey, no, i was already pregnant..." there's no use, he doesn't care who made you pregnant, he was going to be a dad! - is already picturing your white picket fence american life together with 2.5 kids and a dog - doesn't believe in maternity leave, will try to get you onto the battlefield despite the fact that you are seven months pregnant and can barely walk (medic has to explain why you cannot, soldier is outraged) - the kind of guy who really wants a son but is blessed with a daughter instead and ends up having more in common with her - "CAN WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE?" he is so sweet like actually <333

Demoman: - demo is always sick, it comes with the alcoholism - but when you're sick? he is worried, like, extremely worried - at first he thinks it's the flu, maybe gastro? anything but what all the signs point to, please don't be pregnancy - when you show him the positive tests, he holds you and cries - he is so terrified at the idea of being a father, he's an alcoholic, he's never had to take care of anything in his life, not even himself - god, he couldn't bare having to explain the egregious duty of abandoning their child until they come of age, like his parents had done to him, and theirs to them - but, he also really wanted a family with you - he saw how happy this baby would make you, how excited you were to have one with him - when he sees his baby for the first time, he knows that he made the right choice

Heavy: - having three younger sisters, he knew what pregnancy was like - and when his father was executed, he knew he had to protect those sisters as if they were his own children - he absolutely loves the idea of having a small family with you, a peaceful life without bloodshed - so when you come to him, teary eyed, holding what looked like a pregnancy test, he didn't hesitate to embrace you in the most suffocating, loving hug he could muster - "У нас будет ребенок!" he is so incredibly happy - he treats you like royalty, spoils you so hard (as if he didn't already) - his mother and sisters knit you baby clothes!!!! <33333 - will not let anyone near you, he absolutely refuses any harm to you or your baby, if you get sick he ails your illness, if you are hurt he treats your wounds - you are the most precious thing to him, and now so is your baby

Engineer: - it wouldn't come as a surprise to him at all, as you had likely discussed having a baby and trying for one multiple times beforehand - that doesn't stop him from bawling his eyes out anyway - you hold each other for hours, happily crying and giggling about how your future together will look - designs all the baby furniture with added features to make your life easier - feeding bowls that prevent food spillage, chairs that are completely non slip, a baby cradle with an inbuilt monitor and mobile with little wooden tools and machinery - the most proactive father any child could ever want in their lives, he will drop everything to support you and this baby - invests in his kid's hobbies, shows up to every baseball game, every recital, every play

Medic: - medic's never really thought about having kids before - he could honestly live without ever having them - he's giving you a physical, when he notices some of the telltale physical pregnancy signs and decides to give you a test - oh fuck! you were pregnant! - immediate panic mode, he has no idea how to be a father! he offers multiple options for you to undergo surgery to remove it - if you are insistent on having this baby, he decides that he has no choice but to be a dad - at first he ignores this kid, i mean, he is a busy man after all and he never wanted this child in the first place - but this kid follows him EVERYWHERE, and he just cant help but adore the little guy - "ah, it was inevitable really, zhe little scamp just vouldn't leave me alone!" "you know you're allowed to love our kid, right?"

Sniper: - has never wanted kids, it wasn't you, really, he just didn't find them practical - i mean, he lives in a van?? where would you even fit a kid? and surely it wouldn't be healthy to raise one in that sort of environment - he sort of supposes that seeing you holding your baby would be cute, and he wouldn't mind having a little family someday - when you break the news to him, you look visually nervous - shaking, eyes wet and red, probably from crying before you even told him, it breaks his heart seeing you this way - when you finally ask what you should do, despite all common sense, he tells you that he wants to keep the baby - your reaction was all worth it to him - you immediately plan to upsize, looking for a small house together and moving in shortly before the baby is born - he fully comes around to the idea of a child after meeting his own

Spy: - the thought of having a kid turns him off, he is far too emotionally unavailable as it is - you know about scout, and you know the immense guilt and pain spy felt after abandoning him - so when you tell him that you're pregnant, he calmly asks you what you are going to do - he won't talk you out of having the baby, but he will not be active in his child's life whatsoever - you bet that he will, and so, he takes you up on that bet - he has no intent on leaving you despite not wanting this kid, if anything the idea of proving you wrong amuses him more - then, when you aren't around, he spends time with the kid, clothes it, feeds it, plays with it - and when you come home and see them together, it's safe to say he had lost the bet

#tf2 #ask #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 fluff #fluff #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 headcanons #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #jermer10

[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day 21

Phone/Throat Comm Sex

A/N: I love writing dialog for this goof

Pairing: Lo'ak x (fem) Human reader

Warnings: teasing, sex toy, phone/throat comm sex, nipple play, dirty talk, peneration

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You hear a faint noise. Very quiet, but you strain your ears to listen.

Pacing around the room, it gets louder by your desk, and you quickly realize it's your throat comm and ear piece. You secure it around your throat, inserting the ear piece.

"-llooooo?" Lo'ak calls, "Are you theeeere?"

You stifle a giggle,"Yes? What's got you calling so late?"

"Well I didn't think you'd reply, was really just testing my luck," you can hear that coy smirk on his lips,"why are you awake?"

"Why are you awake?" You chuckle, fixing up your desk.

"Can't sleep-" there's silence for a moment before you hear a huff,"missed you."

"You just saw me like two hours ago," you giggle lightly, peeling off your shirt and getting comfy for bed.

"That was forever ago.. besides we haven't gotten alone time lately," his voice carries a suggestive tone.

You snort, rolling your eyes as you quickly brush your teeth.

You're pacing back over to your bed when your eyes catch onto the drawer you had some things stashed away in.

"I know we haven't gotten much time together lately.. we could always do something, a date night?"

"Too far away," he whines like a child and you snicker quietly,"Need you now.."

"Lo'ak, I am not a booty call," you laugh lightly, then you hear him gasp dramatically.

"Wait- I have an idea," there's rustling on the other end for a moment before he's back, a little breathless,"Just had to close my room off."

"Why..?"

"For my brilliant idea- go and grab one of those toys of yours from the dresser."

You jump, gaping like a fish.

"Yes, I found where they were, doesn't matter-"

"Lo'ak!" Your voice is high pitched and an embarrassed blush covers your cheeks.

"Whaaat? You're not so secretive, just F Y I," he snickers, then sighs,"seriously though.. I thought this might be fun.. phone sex.. if you want to try it?"

You sigh, nibbling on your lower lip. There had been a persistent heat between your legs for about two, three weeks now? You missed him, he's been so busy as of late- you only got to see him for appropriate moments with others, never really alone.

You shake your head, heading over to the dresser,"Fine.." and look at the few things you had. A 3D printer was really a god send, along with a left over toy that thankfully was never used nor opened before you.

"Fuck yeah- OK set the mood, what are you wearing?"

You snort, rolling your eyes,"The tanktop you tore, it's a crop top now and," you look down at the shorts, cringing at the faded earthly ducks,"underwear."

"You're wearing those duck shorts again, aren't you?"

You quickly tug them off,"Nope- not at all," then grab the blue vibrator you had made.

He chuckles,"Sexy, now take it all off, baby."

You shiver at the purr in his voice, swallowing thickly before listening. You grab a towel and toss it into your bed. Your top ends up tossed away from your bed as you clamber onto the plush blankets and lay on top of the towel with the vibrator in hand. Your practically buzzing with excitement.

"O-okay.. it's off," your voice wavers.

"Good girl," you hear his voice getting a little breathier,"Want you to tease your nipples for me."

You nod, before quickly speaking out a soft 'Okay', dragging your fingers down your chest to softly touch your nipples. You tease as he asked, tracing around them before pinching softly to harden them up. You whine lightly at the feeling.

"Wish I was there, wanna bite on those perfect little nipples," he breathes.

"Lo'ak-" you pant,"Wish you were here, miss you-"

"I miss you, baby," he huffs,"Too perfect for me."

You heart swells and you grin,"Touch yourself for me?"

"Fuck- of course," he groans.

You hear rustling and he huffs in relief, a skin slapping against skin sound coming from his end and you smirk weakly, trailing the buzzing toy over your clit. You increase the pressure and sigh in bliss.

"Baby- put it in yourself," he speaks soft and it almost sounds like a plea.

You blink then nod, turning it off, sitting up to gently prod the tip at your entrance before inserting in one fell swoop. You gasp, a punched out moan sounding on the other end and he groans.

"You touching yourself?" You whine, head tilting back just slightly as you picture him gingerly stroking himself off.

"Ye-yeah, god," he tries to stifle a whimper but it still sends that zing between your legs,"wish I was there, oh fuck-"

"Don't- don't cover your noises, please," you plead with a whine,"Want to hear you."

You hear him exhale followed by a broken off moan. You languidly thrust it in for a few moments before finally turning it back on; you toss your head back and moan brokenly as it thrums inside of you.

"Uhhn, mmf, fuckfuck," your voice is a whimper. Your thighs clench for a moment before you're able to calm down just slightly enough to be able to thrust it in and out of your cunt.

"Imagine its me," he breathes hard.

You can't help the snort,"kinda hard when it's barely half your size."

He snickers as well,"That's true, but- just imagine it, please?"

"Fine, fine, I'll imagine your dick shrank."

"No!"

"And that it's vibrating now."

"No- wait, that's okay," and you both snicker.

It's then that you break off into a whine,"Hhhn, fuck, Lo'aaak," as it pulses inside of you.

"Shit- yeah, baby? Like how it feels?"

"Yeah- yes, oh god."

"Wish I was there to see you, we'll have to use those next time, won't we?"

You blush at the thought, but an idea occurs,"You could- can fuck me open with this, then your cock?"

He groans loudly, the sound of skin slapping gets quicker as he jerks himself off.

"Could tease you with it- fuck, I have so many ideas now," he moans.

You giggle lightly, panting,"We can try all of them, hun," while thrusting it with more of a sequence. At this point you're dragging it against your pulsing walls, whining pathetically into the mic.

"Promise? Want to cum in you all the time- want everyone to know you're mine," he speeds up.

"That's so- so dirty, Lo'ak," you whine.

"Yeah- want to dirty you up, fuckfuck."

You reach a hand up to pinch at your nipples, whining breathlessly. They harden up and you can't stop thinking of the last time he sucked on them; they were tender for a week! But it felt too good for you to really be upset.

"Miss your mouth on me-" you groan, switching to the other side.

"I'll bite you all over, mark you up," The tone in his voice has you whimpering hard,

"Mmph, fuck, Lo'ak, Lo'ak!" You moan, thrusting the toy into yourself faster. The vibrating is hitting all the right spots. The wet squelches have you almost feeling embarrassed but you can't seem to care enough. Your head cranes back against your pillow as you cry out in bliss, your other hand leaving your nipple to press against your sensitive clit.

"That's it, baby- Eywa, I wish I was there to see you," he moans, and you can faintly hear the wet slapping of his hand jerking his cock off,"Want to touch you, that toy of yours is nothing compared to me, isn't that right?"

You whine, panting,"doesn't even fill me the way you do- uhhn," your hips buck involuntarily and you gasp loudly as the vibrations pulse hard against that spot inside of you.

"That's right- oh fuck- I love being inside you," he whines and it has you clenching around the vibrator,"Love seeing you take all of me- the fact that I can see myself poking through your belly- ugh, fuckfuck-"

You can't think, only moaning brokenly into the air.

"You're so good for me, baby," his voice is desperate and he's breathing harder.

Your thrust that vibrator into yourself despite your wrist cramping, your middle and index finger rubbing harder into your clit.

"Mmmf, fuck, pleaseplease," you babble nonsense,"Need you- God, Lo'ak! Oh- please-"

"Love when I get to eat you out," his grin is clear,"You're always so wet for me- you taste so good."

"Hnn, fuck- want you to fuck me with your fingers," you moan out and you grin at the shakey moan.

"Want you to cum on my face," he whines, and your back arches, vision going white as you cum to the image.

You collapse, slowly coming back to your senses to hear him speaking.

"Love it when you ride me-" He stutters, breath hitching as he belts out a moan. It breaks off into a whimper before he's silent for a moment. You assume he's finished, judging by the faint hard intakes of breath.

You whine, quickly reaching down to pull the toy out of your sopping cunt, wincing as you drop it onto the towel.

You breath for another few minutes before huffing,"We're having that date night tomorrow, alright?"

He chuckles weakly on the other end.

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A/N: love him

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

hey i love what you wrote about the gorgon sisters! I love the cliffhanger too! Can i ask on what headcanons or ideas do you have on Yandere Medusa, Arachne, and Shaula Gorgon to sibling!reader when they all used to live together or something like that? I'm not sure if you are doing requests but if you aren't that's fine. I just wanna know your thoughts if thats ok.

Living with the your Gorgon Sisters (1)

Medusa Gorgon the feared Snake 

Shaula Gorgon the conniving Scorpion

Arachne Gorgon the infamous Spider

And the forgotten one (Y/n) Gorgon: the salamander

You paled in comparison to your sisters and their evergrowing reputation

Taking on the DWMA and attempting to birth a Kishin to plunge the world into madness

Such feats could only be done by the Gorgon sisters right

And you the forgotten sibling left to stir in the mock terrarium you’ve been given

Since you were young you’ve found that your siblings often fought for a type of ownership of you

Constantly fighting to keep you in their designated “tanks” 

Sealed from the outside world 

From the exclusive witch world

They unanimously decided they’d keep you from ever-evolving or even fighting

All they wanted you to do was swim in an oversized tank 

Just waiting to be slinked back to when they need reviving or wish to play with the helpless baby 

It was only until recently that they weren’t aggressively fighting over you 

Now a routine had been established

A routine that meant varying levels of freedom:

Shaula Gorgon

“Well, aren’t you pleased to be in my care!”

The youngest of the three is the worst one to be stuck with. 

Most likely to leave you in an actual tank

Because she’s not as powerful as the others 

She’s so insecure that her possessiveness is clouded by her desire to show off her seniority

Often visiting your hidden enclosure to monologue boast about her latest project

And like clockwork, you poke holes in her schemes 

“Doesn’t it take one student to really catch on to your method?”

“Quiet! I don’t expect you to understand!”

“But the eye thing is really obvious don’t you think—”

“Shut up!”

Medusa Gorgon

“I told you I’d have you eventually. Now do you want to test my strength?”

She is one of the cruelest and most competitive 

She doesn’t really talk with you, she talks at you

Forcing you to kneel as she pats your head 

Mulling about her latest plans to resurrect kishin asura

About the madness she wants to create

As well as how much better she can be than Arachne

Does actually let you out forcing you to follow closely beside her as she tortures witches and meister-weapon duos alike

When you’re threatened during her battles its like a switch 

She gets relentlessly violent and irritated 

Which unfortunately persists after her enemy is dead and gone

Best to find someone else to play with her or else it’ll be whoever else she’s seeing next poorCrona

“Did you see that (Y/n)? They thought they could touch you with me here, don’t you see what happens when you leave my side.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s only the beginning. This time stick close or you’ll be going back to your tank.”

Arachne Gorgon

“You sleep soundest with me here.”

Your time is divided between her webs and your lake 

Depending on the time period she might just restrict you to only sleeping within her arms

She’s always been like this babying you through and through

Cooing about how she’ll have to leave 

With promises of her return 

She adamantly refuses to let you leave whatever safe room she’s decided on 

Even going so far as to drug you to sleep when she isn’t around

All those in Arachnophobia follow her lessons, no harm to you than necessary to restrain you

And when Arachne returns she’ll have a proper punishment for you

“No lake for a week, my spiderling.”

“But I–”

“It’s what you deserve, (Y/n) for misbehaving.”

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[pokenimagines]

SFW Grusha fic, could we have him with a burnt out champion s/o? Like the s/o has been utterly overworking themself and choosing their pokemon's wellbeing over theirs?

Bro let's go; burnt out reader. I'm sure 90% of us have dealt with serious burn out and it sucks ass.

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SFW Grusha: Burnt Out

"So this is it? You're just quitting?" Grusha asked, as you hummed. The bags under your eyes had never been so prominent in your life; you let out a huge yawn, as you looked over at Grusha. You were just hanging out when you decided to tell him the news.

"Yup, I'm all done. I don't think I can do it anymore. I might battle on occasion, but...I'm kinda just...done." You admitted. You had been one of the youngest champions in the region, and with that came a lot of responsibility.

Nobody told you becoming a Champion meant that you'd be doing so much league work. You were always running around for the Chairwoman, going form gym to gym to test their strength, or even dealing with random disturbances. Free time was lost on you...hell most of your childhood and early twenties were now lost. That isn't even taking account for your team...

"You can't just quit..." Grusha grumbled, getting a bit pissed, "I thought you loved battling."

"I do...I really do but...Grusha how many gym challengers do you face every week?" You asked, turning to him.

"Maybe two a week, sometimes three. During the Treasure Hunt I can get up to ten a week." Grusha said and you hummed.

"Wanna know what I did yesterday?" You asked and he was quiet, "Seven black crystals popped up. Nemona was busy, so I had to go across half the region to take them down. Took twelve hours. My team is still sleeping." You commented.

"You took down...seven of them?" Grusha asked.

"Orders from the Chairwoman. Next week I'm going to all the gyms to fight everyone. I got a solid three days to fight all of you guys. Then the week after, I need to check in on the training camps. The chairwoman told me this morning, that tomorrow I need to deal with one of the titans that's acting up, so gotta deal with that as well." You explained. Grusha was silent for a few moments.

"What about Nemona?" Grusha asked and you shrugged.

"She's got her own things going on. Especially since she's leaving the region soon, so she can try her hand at Galar's gym challenge. Once she's gone I can only imagine the workload I'll be receiving." You said with a huff.

"What about a vacation then? Set some boundaries with the chairwoman as well. You and your team are burnt out." Grusha said; finally understanding. When he used to do snowboarding professionally, there were a few times that he debated quitting for the same reasons. He loved it, but everything got to be too much.

"Think that'll work?" You asked, turning to him.

"La Primera isn't ruthless...I don't think. She's just capable of lots of work and expects that of everyone else. She probably doesn't realize what she's doing." Grusha finally said.

"Man...she's gonna turn me into Larry 2.0 at this rate." You chuckled and Grusha groaned, hitting your side.

"Don't even joke about that." Grusha said, a bit annoyed, "I can't be seen with someone so lame."

"Whatever...fine...I'll ask her for vacation as well as work condition changes...but you're coming with." You said, as you decided you'd be doing that right now.

"Wait...why?" Grusha said, eyes widening a fraction.

"It was your idea, obviously. Now let's go!"

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[sexydreamgirl]

hello! :) i would like to share a success story and a question about sp.

a few days ago I was going for a ride and I was thinking about how “states” manifest, so I decided to test it. I thought of a boy who told me three or two weeks ago he didn’t want to text me anymore because he was kind of catching feelings (I did not think about this before affirming).

I said “he always texts me and tells me about his day” that was it and then I immediately forgot, my mind was busy thinking about sp and listening to music.

TWO HOURS later, I receive a text and it’s HIM. in those two whole hours I did not think about the assumption I made about him, I forgot. I only thought of it again when receiving the text. It said “go to sleep”, I replied with “hi” and then he proceeded to tell me everything about those no contact weeks and his day.

I’ve been manifesting my real sp for a while now (almost two months for reference), and I understand that this other person came instantly probably because I did NOT care about him. (I just recently discovered states)

I am in the state of “I am her girlfriend” or “we are going to be together anyway, I don’t have doubt” and having good inner conversations but somehow feel like i’m thinking too much about this or that this are two entirely different states. and I wanna know if this causes some sort of resistance. also i’m dreaming about her every. single. night. I’m aware this is not a sc problem, more of a state problem, but I don’t really know anymore.

any advice for this situation?

thank you in advance, all love

First of all resistance isn't real.

You either are her girlfriend or you are not. Those are the two states for you to pick from. "we will be together anyway" implies that you are currently not together, meaning that you are not conscious of being at this very moment. That is the state you would be in because you would be thinking of being her girlfriend and not thinking as her girlfriend.

I will add, it's not the "worst" thing in the world to expect, but I'd rather you implement emphasis on being her girlfriend NOW than sticking to something like will since, as I mentioned, it implies that you are not. God is I AM, NOT I WILL BE. Can you continue thinking as such? Sure! If that to you means fulfillment go for it! But it could very easily place you in a cycle of wanting and wishing it'll happen if you are thinking of and not from, that's why it is so important to assume presently and not in a future tense.

#queued

[madneedshelp]

Be There - Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Summary: When a friends-with-benefits agreement leads to an unplanned pregnancy, you have to figure out how to tell Steve the news and plan for the aftermath.

A/N: Yeah pregnancy tropes can be annoying, but I was feeling domestic and dad Steve makes me wanna cry

"You don't look so hot, Y/N." Robin pointed out as she absentmindedly flipped through a magazine on your bed.

You groaned and flipped her off. “Thanks for noticing. I’m glad I look as shitty as I feel.”

Your friend merely shrugged at you, but you knew she was right. You looked like crap. You felt like crap. The past week or so, you’d felt nauseous and tired. Needless to say you didn’t have to energy to put any effort into your appearance.

“How long have you been feeling bad?” Robin pushed herself up onto her elbows.

“Um, I don’t know? A week?”

“Hmmm…”

“Hey, what’s that for? Don’t ‘hmmm’ me, missy.” You raise an eyebrow at her.

This time she sat up fully, her expression growing serious. “Okay, don’t get mad at me, but I think you should go get a test.”

“What?” She couldn’t possibly be suggesting…

“Taking a pregnancy test couldn’t hurt. I know you two thought you were being sneaky, but we all know about your situation with Steve. All I’m saying is maybe you should check. Listen, I’ll even go with you to buy the test, and I can stay while you take it if you want some moral support.” Robin elaborated.

She made too many good points. That was the scary part. She was definitely right, it wasn’t a bad idea to go get a test. After all the stress and chaos of the spring, with Hawkins almost being destroyed and all, you and Steve had found a sort of comfort in each other. The two of you weren’t dating, just close friends that happened to sleep with each other from time to time.

So, that was how you ended up sitting in your bathroom with Robin. The two of you sat anxiously as you avoided looking at the stick.

“You do it.” You blurted.

“What? Me?” Robin gaped.

You nodded quickly. “I can’t do it. You look. Please, Rob.”

Robin exhaled and nodded slowly. “Yeah, okay. I’ll look.”

She stepped over to the sink and glanced down in the sink, where moments before you’d placed the little white sticks. All she had to do was look at it and ensure you that they were still white, and hadn’t turned-

“Blue. Holy shit, they’re blue. Y/N, they turned blue.” She turned to you with wide eyes.

Oh fuck. Three pregnancy tests, you took three just in case, and they all came back positive.

You were pregnant.

Tears welled up in your eyes and soon spilled over your cheeks. “Robin, what am I going to do?! We just graduated high school! What about college? I can’t go away to school with a baby! Oh God…what about Steve? How am I going to tell him?”

Robin abruptly cut you off with a hug. It was a little awkward since neither of you were exactly huggers, but in that moment you clutched her back tightly.

“Y/N, listen, it’s gonna be okay. We’ve got you, I’ll be here no matter what. You want to keep it? I’ll help out. Give it up? I support you. End it? I’ll go with you to the appointment. And trust me, Steve will say the same.” Robin muttered as she rubbed soothing circles into your back.

You nodded, but you just needed a minute. You had finally felt like things were going back to normal. After graduation, you and Robin had saved up for months to get an apartment together. College was going to start soon, and you were both looking forward to it. It was perfect, young adult bliss. Just two friends in an apartment, working part time jobs and getting ready for college.

But then this happened. A baby. You couldn’t believe it. Yeah, you and Steve hooked up a lot, but you were careful. Apparently not careful enough.

“Thanks, Robin. For being here.” You whispered into her shoulder.

•••••••

It took you a week to work up the courage to tell Steve. You weren’t proud of that timeframe, but you needed some time to come to terms with things yourself.

You decided to keep it. For reasons you couldn’t comprehend, you wanted to have the baby. Sure you were young and not even with the father, but you were determined to make it work and even Robin offered to help. Now you just had to figure out how to tell Steve that.

He knew something was up, that much you could tell. You’d turned him down twice this week to hang out, and each time you sounded more panicked when you canceled.

You took a deep breath and knocked on his door. This was one of the few times it came in handy that Steve’s parents were always gone. Having this conversation with them present would be less than ideal.

The man in question opened the door moments later with a grin. “Hey, Y/N, what’s going on? Didn’t expect you.”

You shrugged with a nervous laugh. “Well, I just wanted to talk about something. You busy right now?”

Steve’s smile faltered slightly. “Uh, yeah no I’m free. Come on in.”

You followed him inside and into the living room. He sat down on the couch and you took a seat on the chair next to it.

“You want anything to drink or…?” Steve offered anxiously.

You shook your head. “I’m good, thanks though.”

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Steve blurted.

Cutting right to the chase. I mean, that was the whole reason for you being there, but you still dreaded the next part. Still, it had to be said sooner or later.

“Okay, here goes. I’m pregnant.” You stated. You had hoped to sound calm, but your voice was shaking slightly.

The atmosphere grew twice as tense in an instant. Steve stared at you in shock. No words. He just…blinked.

You decided to fill the silence with the script you’d mentally prepared with Robin earlier. Of course the script didn’t quite come out as rehearsed. “So, um, it’s yours. Well, I’m not saying you have to be there. What I mean is I’m keeping it, but you don’t have to be involved if you don’t want. This was just a fling, you didn’t sign up for a baby. But you can be around if you want to be. I just thought you should know, so you can do what you want with the information.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you internally cringed. That was probably one of the worst pregnancy confessions to occur. You didn’t want to sound like an ass and keep him from his kid’s life, but you also didn’t want him to think you were trying to ensnare him in some scheme.

“You’re pregnant? Like, for real, being one hundred percent serious? We’re having a baby?” Steve rasped, still looking mildly stunned.

“Completely serious. I have an appointment with a doctor next week and everything.”

He was silent for another beat. “Can I go with you?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” You stammer, not quite expecting this.

“And not just tomorrow, like for all of it. I want it be there. I know we’re young and all, but I want to be a dad to our kid. If you’ll have me.” Steve looked over at you, and you could swear tears shone in his eyes.

You gave him a small smile. “Our baby will be lucky to have you, of course you can be there.”

“Is it okay if I hug you?”

The question seemed so odd, considering how physical your relationship normally was but you nodded with a chuckled.

As Steve embraced you, a small weight was lifted off of you. He took this way better than most guys you knew would. Probably because Steve was just a generally good person.

“Steve?”

“Hm?” He pulled away to look at your face.

“I’m glad it’s you. I know it’s all crazy and we're severely underprepared for this, I'm glad you're the one I'm doing this with." You admitted.

Steve grinned and kissed you on the cheek. "I'm glad it's you, too."

"Does this mean you'll go with me to tell my parents? Because I'm sure they'll be thrilled to know their first grandchild will be the product of a hook up." You elbowed him lightly in an attempt at some humor to lighten things up.

He chuckled. "Sure, I'll go. Hey, do you think it would help if the grandkid came from your boyfriend?"

You stilled. "Boyfriend?"

Steve sensed your wariness and gave you a little space. He cleared his throat before explaining. "Yeah, well that's what I wanted to talk to you about the other day, but you said you weren't feeling good and then we had bigger fish to fry today. What I'm getting at is it didn't exactly come up yet, but I wanted to ask you about it. I really care about you, Y/N. Obviously we have that spark, but it's more than that. You're incredible, you're funny, and you're so kind. I fell for you long before we started whatever this is, and I really hope you'd consider giving this a real shot."

Now you felt stunned. Sure, you had a little crush on Steve. That had just gotten a bit lost in your mind compared to the past couple days. But date? Right now?

"Steve, we're going to be parents by next year. Are you sure we should try this now?"

"No," He answered honestly. "But I'm more sure that I want you in my life than I am of anything right now."

Fuck if this man didn't always manage to pull at your heart strings. For now, you'd blame it on the baby hormones, you decided.

You could share his sentiment, though. While you were willing to do this alone, you'd love to have Steve there. There was nothing clearer in your heart. You fell for Steve long ago, you were having his baby, maybe dating wasn't too awful of an idea.

"Boyfriend does have a nice ring to it." You gave him a grin, which he returned with a slow, sweet kiss.

#stranger things #steve harrington x you #x y/n #fanfic #steve harrington x reader #pregnancy #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader

[boldlyvoid]

Dear Eddie Part Two: Question?

Summary: after coming back from "the dead" Eddie adjusts to life as a dad

Warnings: slight smut, mentions of Eddie's quarantine trauma, scars, baby making, pregnancy tests, dad!Eddie

Word Count: 4.6k

Part 1 | Part Two | Part Three coming soon

Trying to tell their friends that Eddie was alive and back and just in hiding under the sheriffs recommendation was hard… they had more questions than anyone expected and Eddie does his best to beat around the bush and save face. Gareth doesn’t drop it for about a month, Dustin convinces Jeff early on and the new, younger members of hellfire who’ve heard so much about him over the years are just happy to meet him. 

However, just as soon as they got him back, Eddie was telling them about his thoughts on moving out of Hawkins. He didn’t feel that safe here anymore, he’s already gotten a few looks and it didn’t matter that Police Chief Powell did a conference about his charges being dropped… the story changed a third time and it became town knowledge that he was a victim that also survived, much like Max Mayfield, it just took a while for him to heal. 

Most people believed it, his new look really helped, too, he seemed like just a normal guy and people didn’t immediately recognize him… he still wanted to move. 

It wasn’t just about him anymore, however, he had a son and a girlfriend with lives and friends and a whole support system they depended on in his absence. He couldn’t tear them away from that just so that he felt un-judged. 

The weirdest part of Y/N’s life without him was how she shared a bedroom with Wayne… for 2 years the two of them had twin beds side by side, seeing as she slept all night while he was at work and then he slept all day while she was either at work or with the baby… it was how they lived in the tiny trailer all together and they loved it. He just thought it was a little weird and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the tiniest bit jealous. 

He wasn’t around for 2 years, Wayne’s not a bad-looking dude… Eddie’s heard him bring ladies home before, he knows he’s a good man, he wouldn’t be surprised if she ever got with him or wanted to while he wasn’t there… and he can’t say he blames her. If she needed some loving while he was away, who is he to tell her what was wrong? She deserved to always be loved. 

He’s only been home a week, Jamie is asleep in the next room, they just finished cleaning up from the day and made their way back into the main bedroom and his mind couldn’t stop wondering when he sees the beds together yet again. 

So he asks. “Did you sleep with Wayne?” 

“Ew, oh my god?” She feels disgusted, trying to keep her voice down. “Why would you even ask that?” 

“Your beds are pushed together?” He points at the two twins side by side. 

“It’s a tiny room? We have separate blankets and schedules, we’ve never slept in here at the same time,” she confirms. “I would never fuck your uncle?” 

“Okay,” he whispers, telling her to keep her voice down with just his eyes, “I’m sorry… I just, I didn’t expect you to know the truth about me being away and I always thought you’d move on from—

“You’re an idiot,” she doesn’t sugar coat it. “Buddy, I’ve been so in love with you this whole time I couldn’t sleep with anyone else if you paid me. I was devastated without you, it sent me into labour thinking you were dead. No one, nothing, not even my own two hands have touched me down there in your absence.” 

His brows raise and his eyes grow impossibly wide, “seriously?” 

She nods, eyes rolling with a sigh. “Yeah, I kinda don’t have the time or the interest, honestly. I mean… I didn’t…” she walks over to him carefully, hand on his chest as she looks up into his eyes, “you wanna make use of these beds being pushed together?” 

“Oh, please?” He swoons, “I’ve wanted you every day for so long… I honestly don’t know a day where I didn’t want you.” 

“What if…” she presses her lips together, searching for the words to say but they don’t follow. “Never mind. It’s crazy.” 

“No, tell me?” He begs, brushing her hair back and cupping her face. 

“What if we had another baby? What if you could be here for it this time and we can get that house you’ve been talking about, but we just go a bit north, not too far out of Hawkins, just closer to the boys while they’re in college?” She references his friends, who were now more her friends than anything. 

“Yeah,” he’s on board right away. “I mean, I don’t know if it’ll work… I’ve been through a lot, but we can try?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“They did a million and one tests on me when I came back up to the real world,” he whispers. “I don’t know what that did to my swimmers…” 

“Oh,” her face drops. “What kind of tests? Were you sick? Were they just scared you were exposed to something?” 

“You haven’t seen it yet,” he whispers. “You don’t know how bad it was and I’m afraid to show you.” 

“Show me,” it’s more of an order than a request. “What did they do to you?” 

He steps back and raises his palms towards her, “be forewarned, it wasn’t the doctors. You know what Dustin told you about the upside down? It’s like Hawkins but dark and gross and awful and there are monsters down there… these horrific bat things swarmed me, they attacked me, they tried to eat me but it all worked like a hive mind so as soon as Nancy damaged the puppet master, they all died. And then I almost did.” 

She stares at him like he has two heads, looking at all his already exposed skin— his neck, arms and face were all unharmed… “what did they do?” 

He peels his shirt off carefully, the original wounds and skin graft surgery scars had healed a long time ago, “I’m thinking about tattooing a new nipple on,” he tries to make it funny. But it’s not. She doesn’t find it funny in the slightest. “I hate that they bit off my favourite nip.”

“Why didn’t they take Steve too?” She asks first over everything. “He was bit too, he told me about it. Dustin told me how you lost so much blood in his arms he couldn’t find a pulse that’s the only reason they left you down there but Steve must’ve been infected too if he was bit the way he described, why didn’t he get taken by the scientists?” 

“It took them 3 days to come back for me,” he explains, revealing the harsh truth no one else clued her in on. She thought he was just down there for a few hours, she thought they brought him up and he was taken to the hospital right away… 

“I was exposed to so much, like Will, and I had no one to negotiate the terms while I was unconscious unlike how he had his mom. And the lab. If I could’ve stayed here and just gone to the lab every few days for checkups I would’ve preferred that.” 

“We all would’ve,” she feels angry. Like so much more than just time was stolen from them. 

“I’m back now, though… and I would like to try if you still want to?” 

“For another baby?” She softens right up. “Really?” 

He nods, “I knew on my way to your last address that I wanted to pick up where we left off, I wanted to marry you and have babies with you in a town we’ve never been to before… but I think staying here and expanding the family we already have before getting married is still good.” 

“Me too,” she steps back into his space and wraps her arms around his neck, chest to chest, “thats not me say yes either, big guy. You’ve still gotta ask.” 

“I will,” he smiles, hands at her waist slowly making their way down to her hips. “Later,” and then her ass where he pulls her in tighter. “Sex hasn’t changed at all in the last 3 years, right? 

She laughs, “as if I know? If I remember correctly, even without any experience you were still wonderful… I can just imagine what 2 years of thinking about me does.”

“Oh the thoughts I’ve had,” he picks her up and turns them towards the bed, tossing her down on the mattress as the two of them scramble to get up to the pillows before grabbing at each other again. She holds his face in her hands as he lunges for her lips, kissing her with so much passion and want. 

Her hands wander down his neck, over his shoulders where his skin is so impossibly warm still. She lets her hands explore his skin, the new textures are interesting, but he’s still the same underneath it all.

She breaks the kiss to look at his chest, staring between them as she runs her fingers over the scar tissue, “I think it’s cool, and sexy, and proves just how strong you are.” 

“Can I just be soft and loving tonight?” He asks completely earnestly. “I don't have it in me to pretend anymore.” 

“Yeah,” it almost breaks her heart. “Let go, baby, you’re safe with me.” 

—

Eddie gets a job at the rebuilt Star Court mall, he runs the record store with pretty good pay and decent hours, meaning she can take fewer shifts and watch Jamie more. They even start house hunting on Eddie’s day off, they have a favourite that they want to put a bid on, they just need Wayne to check it out too, seeing as he’s coming with them. 

She wouldn’t even dream of continuing to raise her family without him, Papa Wayne is the best grandpa in the whole state. Today he wakes up a bit early before his shift so the three of them can go look at the house, and maybe hit the grocery store on their way home, Wayne will do anything for the chance to spoil his grandson with sweets. 

He drives them out of town, Jamie in his car seat in the back, she keeps turning around to try and peak at him to make sure he’s safe and okay, Wayne eventually places his hand on her kneecap and rubs his thumb on her gently. “He’s fine, what’s got you so nervous?” 

“I uh,” she takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel good…”

His brows raise but his eyes stay on the road, “what kinda not feelin’ good?” 

“Like the possibly knocked-up again kind of not feelin’ good…” she admits, “we agreed to try again if we’re moving and have the space so that he can experience it all this time and Jamie would be a big brother… please don’t be mad at me.” 

She suddenly feels like a kid again, afraid to lose her support because she wanted to have another one of Eddie’s babies. But he shuts those fears down real quick.

“You’re 22,” he reminds her, giving her knee another squeeze of approval. “And already a wonderful mom, if we’re gonna have the space now, I think it’s going to be a nice addition to what we got goin’ on already.” 

“Me too, thank you,” she relaxes into the seat finally, staring out at the road with a smile. “I’m so surprised how easy it’s been to transition back into life with him like he’s never been gone… and James loves him so much it’s amazing.” 

“It’s his instincts,” Wayne explains. “That boy knows his daddy, blood or not, Eddie took one look at him and Jamie knew he was safe.” 

“Like Eddie with you,” she reminds him. “I never really got to thank you for taking him in when we were little, I mean I was so mad he moved away to Hawkins but you saved him from being hurt anymore and I’ll never be able to thank you enough.” 

“You don’t need to,” he’s always had a hard time taking compliments and praise. “How would you feel if I thanked you for making my family bigger? Huh?” 

She smiles, shaking her head with a slight laugh, “I’d say you’re welcome 'cause I know you mean it, ya old grump. Take a compliment, you’re a wonderful dad to an equally wonderful dad.” 

“Shut up,” he takes his hand off her knee to wipe his face, “you’re too nice, no wonder he keeps getting you pregnant.” 

She smacks his arm lightly, “hey!” 

“I’m kidding,” he can’t help but laugh. “I wouldn’t mind having a hundred grandkids.” 

“Good, 'cause I want as many as I can have with him,” she’s honest. “I love how much Jamie looks like us, I wanna see every little face we can make together.” 

—

“What’s it say?!” Eddie’s practically on top of her when she comes out of the bathroom. 

Wayne on the other hand gives her some space, holding Jamie in his arms as they all wait to see if she’s pregnant again. It’s such a lovely, yet suffocating change from the last time she was in this situation. The last time she was so alone it was terrifying, now she’s surrounded by her 3 favourite boys. 

“It needs time, I just left it in there we’ll go back in and get it soon,” she explains, holding Eddie around his middle in a quick hug. “I really hope I am… I’m already thinking about what I want to do with the baby’s room at the new place.” 

“So we're getting it?” Eddie turns to Wayne, wanting to know all of his thoughts. 

“We’re putting in an offer, yeah,” he confirms with a smile. He turns to Jamie and bounces him so he laughs, “this little guy loved the backyard swing and I was thinking I could build him a slide, or a sandbox for his trucks?” 

James lights up, “yeah!” 

“Yeah!” Eddie and Y/N smile back at him, reaching out to take a hand of his each and shake them lightly. “You’re going to have the best time in a big house, buddy,” Eddie can’t help thinking about it all and how wonderful it’ll be. 

“And a great big brother,” Y/N adds.

“Papa will teach you all about that, he was such a good big brother,” Eddie smiles at Wayne. “My mom said he was always the best, maybe you’ll get a little sister too.” 

“Good luck to all of us,” Wayne teases. “The last girl Munson we had was your mom and she was such a ball buster… I do miss her though.” 

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie sighs as he brushes Jamie's curls back, he looked so much like himself and Eddie knew he looked like his mom, so in a way, he was also looking at his mom when he looked at his son. 

“I’m going to check it,” Y/N references back to the bathroom door, “should I bring it out here or tell you or?” 

“Can I do it?” Eddie asks, “I wanna tell you if you are…” 

“Yeah, go for it,” she swoons, letting him walk off into the bathroom to find the test face down on the counter, on top of some toilet paper, waiting to be read. 

He takes a deep breath and says a small prayer in his mind, hoping whoever was listening would give him and the love of his life another baby so he could feel like a good dad finally. He wanted more than anything to be present in this little one's entire life while he still made up for his absence over the last year to James every day moving forward. He slowly flips the test, eyes closed, he bites his lip and holds his breath as he peeks with one eye.

Two lines. 

“Oh my god,” he covers his mouth in shock and runs out to her, holding the test up in the air, “oh my god!” 

“Really!?” She starts to jump up and down, waving her arms slightly before she jumps into eddies, holding him tight. “We did it!” 

As if they forget Wayne is there, they share a few kisses and congratulations, wrapped up in each other's embrace and mutual glee. “Mama’s having a baby,” they hear him explaining to Jamie, ever so sweetly. “They’re just happy, it’s not sad.” 

They both turn back to his worries that their hysterics freaked him out, “it’s so exciting, buddy,” they explain to him softly. “You’re gonna be a big brother.” 

He reaches out for his mom, jumping right into her arms and burying his face in her neck, she cups his head and sways with him, “I can’t believe we’re gonna have another one of you.”

“I can’t wait to be here for it,” Eddie’s eyes are full of tears as he watches them dance. 

Wayne pats his back, “me too,” he agrees. “I never did get to see ya all pregnant either, you think we can come to one of those cool sonogram appointments?”

“Yeah,” she nods, smiling with her whole face, “I’d love to have you there this time.” 

—

Eddie is so careful about buckling his son into his van, he double and triple checks the straps and the buckle before clocking the door and getting back into the front seat, “you ready to go?” 

“Yeah!” He cheers back. “Moo-sick?” 

“Sure thing, dude,” his heart melts as he reaches for the nob on the stereo, “let’s see what we got today…” he tunes into the closest rock station to hear one of the many fan-fucking-tastic songs that were released during his quarantine. Looking in the rearview mirror, his little boy is head-banging along to the words, holding his favourite teddy under his arm and a big smile on his face. He’s the cutest thing in the world. 

The drive is short, they are able to listen to only a song and a half but James makes them sit and wait for the song to finish, he doesn’t let his dad unbuckle him until the radio man comes back on. So Eddie turns around in his seat to look at him, “Buddy, there’s a record store here, I can show you all kinds of music?” 

He lights right up, “weally?” He can’t really say his r’s yet. 

“Yeah, come on,” he finally shuts the engine off and hops out of the van, swinging the back door open he unclips the buckle and helps his little guy to his feet. 

Holding hands they walk all the way through the parking lot together and into the mall where everyone is looking at him. He picks James up, feeling like he needs to guard his son against the oncoming looks. It was strange for them to see Eddie Munson the child murderer with his own kid, he knew that’s why they were looking. 

And everyone knew it was his kid too, obviously. But now they knew for sure. It was one thing when Y/N lived with him, the old gossip was that she was another one of Wayne’s siblings' kids that he took in, there were a few people who suspected Eddie got Y/N pregnant and then dipped, but most of them just thought Wayne was being charitable. 

“Come on bud,” he ignores the stares and the whispers and smiles at his little boy, “we need to go make a few t shirts first and then we can go get a new album and listen to it at home.” 

Up the escalator and down the hall, they finally get to the shirt printing store where Eddie heads right towards the toddler t-shirts. He sets James down and holds a shirt up to him, “this should fit you, what colour do you want?” 

“Gween!” He yells, jumping up and down while pointing at the green shirt on the wall. 

“Green it is,” Eddie laughs, standing up to reach for the green shirt in James’ size. “Follow me,” he points towards the counter, walking slowly so James can keep up. 

He places it on the counter with a smile, luckily the person working there is a teenage girl with no preconceived notions about him. “What would you like, today?” 

“Do you have any presets that say like ‘will you marry me?’ On them?” He asks carefully. “I want to dress him and then when his mom unzips his hoodie she’ll see it and I can propose.” 

“Cute,” she genuinely doesn’t care. “I think I can make that for you,” she says, flicking through the patterns in her file folder until she pulls out a basic sheet of paper with cursive text saying “will you marry me?” On it. “This good?” 

“Perfect,” he agrees, handing her the small shirt. 

She sizes it, prints the letters on white vinyl and presses it to the shirt all within a few minutes. Holding up the final product, she finally smiles, “this okay?” 

“It’s amazing, thank you so much,” Eddie’s so enthusiastic about it. He pays, the shirt is placed in a bag and he hands it to James to hold on their walk out. 

“Ready to go to the music store?” He asks, not as excited seeing as he works there 5 days a week, it’s not a new place for him.

“Yeah!” He reaches up, wanting to be held again. 

And who was he to say no? He picks his little guy up again and snuggles him close, kissing his cheek a few times, “I love you, you know that?” 

“Yeah,” he smiles, resting his head on his dad's shoulder as they walk down the hall. 

He’s never felt so right before. He used to feel he had no purpose, but holding his son, and seeing the perfect person he was able to make made everything in his life worth it. His son is everything to him, his next kid was going to be just as loved too. And they’d both grow up with married parents in a big house with a happy life, everything he always wanted, he was going to give to them. 

James wiggles out of his arms when he sees his favourite store and makes a b-line right to the headphones on the wall. “Woah there, dude, we need to pick something to listen to first.” 

“Mal-ika!” He yells, “mal-ika, mal-ika!” 

“Metallica it is,” he smiles, walking through the rock aisle on his way over to the book, taking Metallica's Master of Puppets tape off the shelf and bringing it over to his little guy who already had his headphones on, waiting to rock out. 

He could really tell his friends raised him so far, he loved heavy metal, he wanted his curly hair long, he wore little band tee’s and he was just so fucking cool. He was gonna have to thank Gareth and Jeff for keeping his memory alive through music, especially when they thought he was really gone. 

He sits there, in the booth with his son as he head-bangs along to the loud music in his headphones, thinking about his life now. It felt like yesterday he was spending a month alone in his room learning how to play Master of Puppets and then he used it to save the world and now his son wants to listen to it all the time. 

“Anything I can help you with?” His co-worker asks with a cheeky smile, knowing he doesn’t. 

“No, I’m good, Hank,” he smiles back. “We already have all these albums at home, he just likes to come in.” 

“Of course he does,” Hank enthused. “He’s the famous James Munson… one day we’re gonna have his songs in here.” 

“I hope,” Eddie holds him tight and kisses the top of his head just as he starts to drum along to the solo on the desk, “however… I think he might be a drummer.” 

“Gareth got to him,” Hank sighs, playfully. 

“He loves his uncle Gare,” Eddie understands perfectly. “But once his hands are big enough I will be getting him a guitar and teaching him everything I know… I’m a bit rusty right now, but by then I should be caught back up.” 

“And you’ll have new Metallica stuff to learn together,” Hank reminds him with a smile. 

“True,” he honestly hadn’t thought about it.

But suddenly he was even more excited to grow up alongside his kids. 

—

“Why is he so bundled up?” She asks as soon as she sees James, walking in the front door after work, exhausted. “It’s June, he’s going to sweat to death.” 

“He asked for it,” Wayne lies, shrugging. “Said he was cold.” 

“Oh no,” she gets down on her knees and cups his face, touching her lips to his forehead, “he’s not fevered… but he is warm. Let’s get you out of this, buddy,” she explains while she unzips his hoodie and peels his little arms out of it. 

It takes her a minute to read his shirt, not even registering that it’s not what she dressed him in that morning. She reads it slowly, 

“Will you marry— oh my fucking god?” 

“Ooh my fuckin’ god,” he repeats back to her, completely perfect. 

“No,” she can’t help herself from laughing as the tears start, “you can’t say that… but, oh my god?” She covers her mouth and turns to Wayne, and then the other way, towards their bedroom in the tiny trailer where Eddie was standing. 

He stepped out into the sunlight and then got down on one knee, “you told me I had to really ask… so will you marry me?” 

She didn’t think she’d be this emotional when it finally happened, she also didn’t think she’d be pregnant. She thought about this moment a lot growing up, she always imagined she’d marry him, and she always knew it would happen. Having it happen like this, however, surrounded by their family, even if it was just Wayne and James, it felt perfect. More perfect than anything she ever imagined. 

She waves him over, crying too much to get up and go to him and James was a little freaked out by the tears too. He snuggled into her chest, “mama?” 

“It’s okay, baby,” she kisses his head. “Your daddy wants me to marry him… should I do it? Should I marry daddy?” 

He nods, “marry daddy!” 

“Okay, I will,” she can’t stop smiling, overjoyed with how this all played out. 

Eddie gets on the floor beside her, wrapping them up in his arms, kissing his soon-to-be wife’s forehead and then his sons. “Can I put this on you?” He asks, showing her the simple band with 3 diamonds on it. 

“Yeah,” she nods, holding back more tears. 

He slides the rings over her finger carefully, bringing her hand to his lips he kisses her knuckles. “I can’t wait to marry you."

“Me either,” she presses a kiss right to his lips, breathing him in deeply as he holds the kiss there. 

And then James jumps in, kissing his mommy’s cheek with a giggle, slobbering on her slightly. Toddler kisses were always the wettest, but also the sweetest. They break from the kiss with matching smiles, Eddie grabs James by the waist and tickles him while she cups his little face and smothers him in kisses, making the whole trailer erupt in the purest noise known to man. 

Little happy baby giggles. A perfect example of how the rest of their lives would always be. 

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Tiger & Bunny Week Day 6

Straight to the point:

April 6: Short Story

(i couldn't think of a title. Appearing characters are: Antonio, Kotetsu, Tomoe, Kaede, Anju, Muramasa and Ben)

It was the final episode of the season, and Wild Tiger was nowhere in sight. Antonio found it rather odd, his best friend was always punctual to a crime scene, and if he had to guess, at least ten percent of Tiger's point total came from that first to arrive bonus. So to miss the very last day of the season...well, Antonio didn't need to think about it for long. His Communicator started to ring. Looking around, none of the other heroes were reacting, so whatever the call was, it was just for him. He shuffles himself into the background before shaking his wrist to answer the call from under the armor.

"Oh hey, you answered!"

"Kotetsu? What are you doing calling me on this? Where have you been?!"

"Aha, haa...right, I didn't have time to tell any of you. Tomoe went into labour around three this morning,"

Antonio's eyes widen from underneath his helmet.

"And, well, I was waiting for you guys to finish up the episode to tell you. Do you wanna come meet Kaede?"

"Kaede- oh! I'm glad everything went well for you both! I'll be right there!"

-

"-And who are you here to see?"

"Tomoe Kaburagi."

"Relation to the patient?"

"Well, I'm uh-"

"He's my sworn brother, I guess you could say." Kotetsu walks up towards the desk, spinning his hat with his hand.

The receptionist looks between the two men, and shrugs to herself. "Go on, then." She dismisses them both with a gentle flick of her hand.

Antonio grins at his best friend, and gently slaps his shoulder. "You look like shit!" He teases with a cheesy grin.

"Barely five hours of sleep, approaching fifteen hours awake." Kotetsu tries not to yawn, laughing back as they trot back towards the room. "But uh, make sure to sanatise your hands before you hold her, alright? There's a bottle in the room."

"Ah, so all her checks and tests are done, then." Antonio nods, then looking Kotetsu up and down again. With a slight smirk, he slaps what bare chest Kotetsu is showing with his unbuttoned shirt. "Oi, skin to skin is done too!"

"Ehhh, I'm gonna take it off later, anyway. No point in buttoning it back up." Kotetsu stretches as he tries to hold in a yawn.

"Well- oh! Yeah, the ceremony. You sure you can make it? Without falling asleep on the way there, I mean." Antonio snarks.

"Maybe a coffee could help..." Kotetsu puts his hat back on his head as he weakly yields his arms.

They lighten their steps as they approach the room, and Kotetsu pushes the door open. Antonio enters first and looks about the room, and he's the third and seemingly final guest of the occasion. He silently waves towards the new grandma and uncle, the former holding the newborn. Muramasa waves back, a warm smile on his face.

Anju lifts her head up as she hears the door open, expression lighting up. "Oh- Antonio, it's wonderful that you could make it! Come here." She keeps her volume low.

"Hola Anju, Muramasa." He greets them in return at a matched volume. But before he steps any closer towards Anju, he detours over to the bed Tomoe is in, and squats a bit to get closer to her level. "Yo, good job back there." He grins at her, only to be met with a slap.

"That's all you have to say?" Tomoe replies rather sarcastically.

"Nah, no way." Antonio beams a smile at her. "But it's not easy to put into words, y'know? I know I'm plenty strong, but I think you're on another level, Tomoe. Hell, you look better than Kotetsu does, and he didn't even have the baby-"

"Oi!"

Tomoe turns her head and snickers at her husband's reaction, then looks back at her friend. "Well, thank you...it means a lot that you could make it."

"Hey, so what if I'm late to the awards? There will be many more ceremonies, this can't be repeated." Antonio stands back up straight, and looks back at Anju. "But, uh...you sure I can hold her?"

"You're like family to us, Tonio." Tomoe reassures, pausing to yawn. "We're sure."

Antonio turns himself to walk over directly to Anju. Within Anju's arms is the tiny Kaede. Antonio stares down at her, nerves rising. Quickly glancing himself up and down and then back at Kaede... "She's just so...tiny." He mutters. "Are you guys-"

"Toni, just hold her." Kotetsu cuts in.

Antonio glances at Kotetsu, then back to the newborn.

"...oh, you're nervous." Anju holds back a laugh. "Mura, please help the man ready is arms."

"Alright, ma." Muramasa sits up, and grabs hold of Antonio's now suddenly stiff arms, cranking them into position. "Relax, Tonio. You won't break her. Take a deep breath."

Antonio does as suggested, and tension in his body is eased.

In a blink of an eye, the newborn is now laying in his arms, wrapped in warm blankets. Looking down at Kaede as she squirms around to get comfortable, it fills him with emotions he can't quite describe to himself, all he knows is his heart feels warm.

"Kaede..." He whispers, tears welling up in his eyes. "Little Kaede..." He keeps his arms steady as he pulls her closer. "...I...I'm your...Your Tio, got that? It's not just your mom and pops that will protect you, I'll help them too. I...I'm not sure how often I'll get to see you, with my job n' all, but I'll keep you close to my heart."

What follows is a warm silence. Antonio looks back over at Kotetsu, who gives him a smile back.

And then their eye contact breaks as Kotetsu turns to the door, drawn towards it by a quiet knock.

No one says anything, and the door slowly opens.

"Eh?! Ben, how'd you get in? And- is that coffee you have?"

"Managers can get places without disclosing the identities of both parties, I thought you knew this by now. And, well- I thought you'd need something to perk you up." Ben keeps his volume low, slowly closing the door behind him. "Good evening, everyone. Glad to see you're all here. Oh, and congratulations." He gives the group a smile, and then he turns to Tomoe. "You don't mind that I'll be borrowing him for a little bit, will you?"

"Only if you get him back here before midnight." Tomoe jokes.

Ben chuckles and nods. "I can do that. I don't think he'll even last till ten."

"Bennn..." Kotetsu sighs in defeat.

"Oh, uh-"

"...Ah! Rock Bison, I didn't recognise you out of your suit. You can hitch a ride with us if you need."

"R-right, um. Yeah, that would be great." Antonio nods, then glances around. "Where- where do I put her?"

"Here, dear." Anju holds her arms out. "I'll put her to bed." She smiles at him. "You both go out there and stand proud, alright?"

"Make sure to look good, too." Tomoe adds.

"Well, now that you've requested it, Tomo-chan..." Kotetsu perks up a little bit as he starts to walk out with Ben. Antonio almost stumbles to follow after them.

-

"Welcome one and all! I'm your host Michelle, and you all know what time it finally is! It's time to announce who's won King of Heroes for the season of 68'! For those at home just tuning in, let's go over the heroes one more time!" A pause to clear her throat away from the mic. "Napolitana, Rock Bison, Wild Tiger, Big Howler, Mountania, Miss Miracle, and last years King- er Quee- Monarch, Silent Night! Every hero has worked hard to defend the city this year, but only one can take all the glory. Let's show those scores!"

The lights dim, all focus is on the screen above the heroes. The heroes themselves have a smaller screen to look at near the floor, hidden from audience view.

Wild Tiger yawns, stretching his arms above his head.

"Coffee not strong enough, Tiger?" Bison teases.

"Shuddup." Tiger replies.

"You had coffee? Musta been shit if you're yawning." Napolitana tosses in a coffee. "Me Nonna passed a strong recipe down to me, next time ask me for coffee." She insists.

"U-uh, I'll...consider it."

Their eyes focus back to the screen. Heroes stop holding their breath one by one as their final score tally is shown to them. Fourth is Mountania. Third is Rock Bison.

Tiger can't help but yawn again, squeezing his eyes shut.

"And with ten thousand, eight hundred and seventy-five points, our King of Heroes this season is Wild Tiger!" Michelle announces.

"Wh- what who-" Before Tiger can let his victory sink in, Bison pushes him forward towards the mic stand.

"Go on, you've earned it." He encourages.

Tiger glances back at his best bud. He takes a moment, but nods, stepping forward.

He clears his throat and grips the mic stand, leaning in.

"Uh, I didn't expect to achieve something like this so early in my career." He pauses, letting his next words process in his mind. "And- I'm sorry I couldn't make it for this last episode this season. But I had to be there for my family. Behind every hero is a family that supports them, and I really couldn't have gotten here without them. And for seasons to come, I promise to protect them in turn, as well as the families that make up Sternbild!"

Tiger smiles right into the camera before pulling his hands off the stand and stepping back in line. The crowd cheers him on.

"Huh, wasn't expecting something so coherent from you." Bison softly jokes as Tiger walks back.

"Hey, I'm including you in that too." Tiger tries to butt Bison's armor with his elbow.

Bison takes pause in that for a moment, then gives him a soft but hearty laugh.

#tiger and bunny #tiger & bunny #tnbw #short fanfic #kotetsu t. kaburagi #tomoe kaburagi #kaede kaburagi #antonio lopez

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Not Like The Magazines Pt2

EddieMunson x Black!Reader

That happened a week ago and since then Eddie has been thinking about that moment and how he wanted to create more. He made up his mind, he wanted to go all the way with you if you allowed it. He spent the past three days cleaning, getting supplies, and reading “tips”  which brings him to now, laying in his bed reading a porn article on how to please your lady. 

“When going down on your woman, just get to it. Lick, suck, and nibble. Ladies love it when a man takes charge.” 

He nodded and grimaced at some tips and when he was done he heard a knock and ran to the door. He lazily threw the magazine under his bed and went to greet you. When he opened the door he saw your brown eyes looking up at him. It was mid-March so you had on a pleated black skirt, one of his old shirts you cut up, a black coat, and converse. Your face was covered in minimal make-up, and your Whitney Houston curls were styled in a side part. As soon as you saw him your face broke into a smile. “Hi Eddie” He moved out the way in a bow “Welcome to manor Munson m’lady” with a roll of your eyes you walked in. You noticed the smell first. Was that…. lavender? You noticed the environment next. It was clean… Really clean. And quiet. “Did you, Edward Joseph Munson, clean? Someone special coming?” Rolling his eyes “haha, that someone is already here; you” Looking into his doll eyes you were awed and smiled at him. “Smooth. You tryna sleep with me or something?” he answered that with a sensual kiss. When he pulled back you were frazzled until you eventually spoke up. “You are trying to sleep with me.” You kissed him again in excitement. You have been wanting to fuck him since you saw him in the gym jogging in those tiny little shorts that were two years old and a size small. It did very little containing his package.

To your shock, he was taking control leading you to his room, bumping into the wall. You guys broke the kiss to him pushing you softly on his bed. He straddled you and connected his lips to yours. Thinking back to the tips he read “Lick her bottom lip to slide your tongue in her mouth” when he did that you moaned and let his tongue in. “Yes!” He moved down your body to your neck. “Kiss. Nibble. Lick. Suck''  he did that and noticed you subtly moving another part of your neck to his lips. He started kissing in a specific spot and cheered silently when you let out a soft moan. “Oh, Eddie.” you reached out to his crotch but he swat your hands away. “This is all about you. Let me make you feel good. Please?” Your thighs rubbed together and you nodded. He got off of you to take your shirt off and fell to the ground next to your forgotten coat. He admired you for a moment. Your lips were plushier, your hair already a bit messy, and your bra-clad chest heaving. Your eyes were low like you had been smoking. You were aroused “Fuck. Um y/n can you help me with this part” gesturing to your bra afraid he might have ruined the mood. You swiftly took it off ready to have him and for him to have you. Your tits dropped slightly and Eddie practically drooled. “Can I- can I touch them?” “Please do.” Despite the calluses, he got from guitar and just being Eddie, his hands felt amazing. He gave a test squeeze and looked up to see your reaction. When he saw you biting your lip he knew to continue. He dipped his head down and sucked on a brown nipple, swirling his tongue around. You brought your hand to his head “Mmm” he repeated the action on the opposite nipple and started kissing down your body stopping at your crotch. “Take charge!” the little voice in his head yelled. He unzipped your skirt and yanked it off of you. Anxiously you whined “Eddie baby please talk to me. Say something. I wanna hear your voice.” “SHIT! What did the magazine say?” He pressed his fingers outside your cotton panties, right on top of your mound. When he started moving you gasped “Yea you like that? I know you do. Like how my fingers give you pleasure?” He spoke back in an almost monotone voice, like he rehearsed this. You frowned but played along “Yea baby I love your talented fingers, want them inside me so fucking bad.” He continued rubbing you but not quite reaching where you wanted him. After a while, it got uncomfortable “Um E-eddie? Wait stop. That doesn't feel good”  He immediately stopped and broke character.

Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” Worry etched on his face. “No, it’s just I don't know. I didn't feel anything?” He looked everywhere but at you. You guided his eyes to yours. “Eddie baby, what's wrong? Do you not wanna do this? We don't have to-” “No I do!” “Then why are you sad all of a sudden ?” “Because I don't know how to please you!” Both of you are shocked by his confession. “What? Eddie, we’re both virgins. I don't expect you to be some kind of professional.” nodding in agreement “I know I know it's just that, the magazine-” “Wait” you stop him holding your hand out. “What magazines?” “It's stupid. They're just some porno mags I look at, and it has tips to like please your lady.” You look at your sweet, beautiful, and sometimes idiotic boyfriend  “You got tips from a porno mag??” You grab a blanket to cover yourself. “Oh Eddie, baby look at me please” He reluctantly looked you in the face. His big brown eyes stare into your eyes, his freshly washed hair covering his face a little bit, mirroring your big hair covering your face. You take his hands “Baby why not talk to me? Those magazines are written by men who never gave a woman an orgasm.”Because I didn't wanna to you know… to ruin the mood. I wanted it to be perfect for you” he sighed. “That's what makes it memorable though! Figuring each other out together. I don't know anything, you don't know anything. And that's okay.” he rubbed his face “God you're so fucking smart. I probably fucked up the mood. We can do this another-” “Actually, I'm still wet. And ready to do it if you are.” You dropped the blanket and widened your legs to show a wet spot. He looked down and took his shirt off showcasing his slightly toned chest and tatts. “Let's take it slow, yea?” Nodding “Yea slow.” 

You helped him out his pants, both of you in your underwear. You grabbed his middle and pointer fingers and wet them. Releasing them with a pop, you stood up to take your panties off. Laying back down you sucked your own fingers making Eddie groan. You dragged them down to your pussy rubbing your clit slowly. With hazy eyes, you moaned out “Eddie, do you think you can do this? I know you can. With a nod, he took the still wet fingers and replaced them with yours. He mimicked you and was amazed at how wet you got. You were struggling to keep your legs open. “Shit is he a fast learner” “God you're so fucking wet” he whispered “Because of you baby, oh my God. Yes! Keep going speed up a bit” He slammed his lips against yours feeling confident. “And what if I slip them- ahh I liked that noise” Your eyes never left his. Barely unable to hold yourself up. “Yesyesyesyes just like that. Just like that!” You were starting to sweat. “Now just curl them like you're telling me to come here- JUST LIKE THAT. KEEP GOING” He found your spot, and never wanted to leave it. “Fuuuck baby. Gotta stretch you out. This tight little pussy has to take my big dick isn't that right? My big pretty dick” Your mouth opened in shock “Where was this confidence coming from?” “Oh fuck oh fuck Eddie I'm about to-” You cut yourself off with a whine. Eddie waited until you stopped twitching to pull out. Tasting you with a moan. “God baby, you taste so fucking good” You got on your back getting impatient and started playing with yourself, still receiving aftershocks 

“Edward Joseph Munson. Fuck me right now. I’ll suck your dick another time but please fuck me.” “Yes, ma'am” slapping your hands away. He leaned over and got the lube and condoms. He took his boxers off finally releasing his dick, it hitting his stomach softly. He tore the condom off and rolled it on with a deep grunt. He looked over you “Spit on it. For good luck or some shit.” Without breaking contact you let a line of spit fall on the wrapped member, jerking it off for him to spread it. “Fuck, stop that. I want to at least feel you and vice versa.” He put a little bit more lube on it to make it easier for you. He looked down and bent one of your legs. “Hi.” “Hi” “Now this is gonna hurt but I'll be gentle promise.” He eased himself inch by inch. You tensed up and a few tears slipped out. He stopped midway and kissed you. “Shhh baby breathe and you take control” After a few minutes you nodded “Okay. Keep going” He pushed in still being gentle and groaned. “Fuck are you tight.” “Eddie… Please move” “Okay baby.” He thrusted into you slowly. In and out. In and out. Soon the pain turned into pleasure. Eddie muttering into your ear. You grabbed his back needing him close be to you “Eddie baby, kiss me. I need you to kiss me so fucking bad” Lifting his head to give you what you begged and giving you a messy kiss. He moaned against your lips when you tightened around him. “Y/n, please... I'm not gonna last long.” “I'm close too, faster, please” “Are you sure? I wanna make you cum.” You answered his question with another grip around him “FUCK Y/n! Okay!” He quickened his pace, you put your hand in between you two to rub your clit. “Eddie fuck- Eddie I'm so close. Keep going.” “I'm not gonna last, I'm- I'm cumming” His thrusts got sloppy and you broke the staring contest you had going on to shut your eyes, back lifting off the mattress. “Oh fuck! Thank you, thank you, Eddie.” When you both calmed down he pulled out of you to take off the condom and throw it away. When he came back he had a towel and cleaned you up a bit, humming something. “Did you enjoy it?” Unable to move you chuckled. “What do you think?” Sitting in comfortable silence he put you both under the covers and hugged you, rubbing your arm. “Hey, thanks for taking my virginity and for allowing me to be your first.” Kissing him “No thank you” “I love you.” “I love you more.” “Impossible.” 

A/n: Thee End! Hope you enjoyed it and requests are still open! 

#my stuff #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson fic

[weonlyneedfour]

Really? They want that interview now? Come on, man, I was gonna do that for the employee valuation the next weekend! Oh really, three weeks I've been saying that, gee, like I've even HAD a weekend to sit down and look at the time. We just got back from another round of embarassing ourselves, can't I at least wash the clown make-up off first? No, whatever, f*%k it, I'll do it now. If I step in that shower, I ain't coming out for nothing. Hayato can file the report on how we dealt with Mr.Potluck and Shamaid when he's done picking sesame seeds outta his pants. This ain't gonna be for the public, right? Cause, y'know. Hmm, strictly for V.A.P.O.R intel only, got it. Ask away.

Marco Craine. 22 years old. Human turned vampire. Field name is Vulturine. Born in Garden District, New Orleans, was living in Toulonville, currently stationed out in Manhattan. I'm, uh, employed as a "specialized emergency responder", which is barely-respectable legalese for what everyone calls a registered superhero. I mean you guys read my file, right? If this isn't a public thing, what is this for? ... Whaddya mean, the "vampire thing"? Oh, you wanna pick at that, huh? Yeah, I know how this goes, I'm guessing half of you get to think vampires are not real even though you're looking at one. Oh I WISH that was true, believe me. You think I want people to know? You think this is fun for me? It's my life, jackass, I don't get to not-believe my way out of it.

...Okay so you wanna ask me about how vampire stuff works? Man I'm, look, sorry I snapped at you guys, under a lot of stress lately, but I'm not sure I can really help. Yeah, I don't know if my transfusion power is like a, me power, like the others have, or if it's a vampire power, not like I've been able to ask on the latter. I mean, not everyone's powers work the same, but any more particulars on how powers work than that, you're gonna have to go ask Kris, or Doc. Maybe I don't even have my own powers, or maybe I just got stuck with a gross ironic one that makes me suck at being a vampire.

I can't really go to the doctor to figure that stuff out, cause I risk ratting myself out. I have a pulse, but Kris ran some tests on me and apparently I got a bunch of organs missing, and she's not sure if it's a vampire thing or it it's just something my power did to the rest of my body. I mean, I'm pretty sure something like that happened to Noma. She's strong as hell, but I don't think she even has any organs left. I don't sleep on a coffin for the fun of it. I don't have a spleen and my liver doesn't heal properly, and if I don't sleep standing upright, I get really bad acid reflux. Plus, I see in the dark, and if I don't sleep in an enclosed space, I wake up pretty much as soon as the sun comes out. Also, I have bits of my intestines missing, but I'm pretty sure that's Talon Tori's fault. I guess my old folks were paying extra, cause she got, too close, that time. No, I'm not answering that. I go to the bathroom just fine, you dicks.

Yeah the fangs are mostly a defensive thing, like some animal scare tactic. The "drinking" is done through the fingers, see how they open up? But no I don't drink blood. And when I have to "borrow" blood occasionally for my power to work, I feel every drop that's not mine, and it all comes out soon as I can get it out. I guess that's what some of those organs I got missing were for. I mean, for one it tastes fucking gross. Two, I don't kill. Three, I don't even wanna RISK what would happen to me if I did drink it. Cause you know how I "turned", right? When my folks killed me, it kicked in. I had to have been born with latent vampirism, cause I don't remember ever getting bitten. Now, I can't confirm what I'm gonna say cause, and don't you ever tell Jeremy about this, but most of what I think I know about myself comes from the movies. But a lot of what goes on in the movies goes on with me for real, so I take it as enough accuracy to work with. But vampires, when they drink blood, they live forever by always regressing to the age they were when they got turned. Creepy old rich guy becomes creepy 20-something rich guy kind of deal, right? So, I got turned when I was a kid. I'm 22 now. So, going by that logic, there's like a 50/50 chance that if I drank blood, if it worked the way it's supposed to on vampires, that I'd just regress into a 10 year old again. And that is my actual worst nightmare. That's why I barely use my power. I don't even wanna risk any of that blood slipping in by accident. Maybe when I find my piece of shit parents I can ask them in private, assuming they don't kill me first. But yeah, nuh uh, no blood for me. Never had, never gonna have it.

Yeah, sorry, this isn't gonna work out man, my bad. Wait, actually I was meaning to ask, don't you V.A.P.O.R guys have intel on vampires? Cause you guys have intel on everybody for who knows how long. Again, I don't know any other vampires, I'm guessing the only ones I could ask are too busy hiding out somewhere trying to kill me. You guys are government spooks, don't you deal with MIB stuff? None of the other clowns you hired before me ever fought vampires? . . . Wow, great. It really is just a me problem. Joy.

#we only need four #weon4 #superheroes #oc #hero forge #vulturine #marco craine #cannon bill

[aliasimagines]

exam stress//mary goore

a/n: i made a post about writing this, but never actually posted it, so in honor of me failing an exam this week and having to write three next week, i present you another episode of Mary being my comfort character

word count: 411

  You feel as if your eyes are melting out of your skull as you read through another sentence, only to realize you don't even know what the paragraph is about. Groaning in frustration you squeeze your eyes shut.

  The bed shifts beside you and you feel Mary's hot breath on your neck. The feeling of his lips lingering at the sensitive skin makes you giggle but you catch yourself and pull away.

 "Not now, Mare."

 "You've been staring at that shitty laptop for hours."

 "Yeah and I still know nothing!" You snap, not angry at him, but yourself. 

 "I'm sorry- I just.. I need to study this shit because I'm gonna fail and the university is gonna kick my ass out and I'm gonna search a shitty nine to five job but nobody's  gonna employ me cuz I'm a stupid drop out so I'm gonna have to sell my body for living which will cause me to be alcoholic and eventually I'm gonna kill myself. "

  Mary listens to your exaggerated future predictions patiently. Once you're done he places two fingers on your jaw and turns your head so you're facing him.

 "That's bullshit. You know why? Cause you're fucking smart, babe. You.. You always get in 'the end of the word is here' mood before exams but you always pass, and with good grades too! Gotta stop putting yourself down like that. Believe in that big brain of yours, yeah? " he gently taps your forehead." And let's say, shit happens, you get an f, you fail. They are not gonna kick you out of school, that's not how it works. But let's say they're are stupid enough to do so.. I think we'll manage. With your big brain and my pretty face we can figure something out."

  You snort at the last sentence but quickly blink away the tears forming in your eyes. You look at your boyfriend with an emotional smile.

 "Thank you, Mary, you really are the best thing that ever happened to me."

 "Yeah, yeah whatever.." he tries to play it off, but can't help his lips curling up into a small smile as he leans to kiss your cheek." Go, read through it again if you feel like it but after that we're sleeping. It's late and you need to rest for the test..and I wanna cuddle." he adds the last part in a very small voice making you chuckle before kissing him on the lips. 

#mary goore fluff #mary goore fic #mary goore x reader #mary goore #alias imagines

[wclking-fire]

HEALTH UPDATE

trigger heavy: vent tw, hospital tw, illness tw, blood mention tw and I guess harassment? a few comments were made, just read with caution please!

✿ Please know I am doing much better now, I am resting although I now think I have chronic fatigue from the fever which is a pain in the butt but I am glad I have recovered well. ✿

✿ Meowdy! I have something of a health update. So, remember that cafe job I got? Well it wasn't a job, it was a trial run. Basically free labour for them. Yeah. That started as a weeks trial and then some how stumbled into a month and then stumbled into two month trial, even though I mentioned my aim was to make money for christmas but whatever I guess. As the days went by I went from doing around three hours for three days to six days and almost doing six/seven hours worth of work. WITHOUT PAY I MIGHT ADD. Anyway that isn't even the worst thing. Get this. A month in I get bacterial tonsillitis and I am on a course of penicillin for ten days. They still have me working in the cafe, the only day I had off was when I booked the GP appointment to get my throat checked. Five days in and my tonsils are getting worse and worse and I am struggling to breathe at night like near on choking out. This employer is seeing how I am like during hours working and still doesn't let me go home and they still ask me to do more hours with each passing day. I have a fever, I am working seven hours on two hours of sleep, I am covering staff that don't get punished, they get sent to the back where I am front of house and just doing everything, I am stumbling over my feet because my ears are going with the tonsillitis. BUT GET THIS. IT GETS SO SO BAD I HAD TO GO TO HOSPITAL BECAUSE MY GP THINKS IT IS GLANDULAR FEVER. So, I get sent to hospital and turns out I had bacterial tonsillitis and glandular fever. The blood tests came back that my liver function was up, my temp was 38.6 which is deadly and my blood pressure was 167/93. I had fluids and went on my way, but like what the fuck? Like I have just had the absolute piss ripped out of me. Granted I said yes to all the times they asked me to come in so maybe it is my fault too, but still. If you can't tell someone is that ill??? Like really?? I sounded worse each day. Not to mention the texts messages sent were not showing any mercy like I said the doctor recommended two days off. They didn't they told me to go back when I felt better, but I was stubborn and told said employer 'oh they said two days off.' The employer responded. 'If you wanna come in tomorrow that is totally fine.' Then I was like well shit. I have to come in now... Lot of guilt tripping. They told me to call them next time I was off because it wasn't nice to read that I was off from a text??? LIKE WHAT-???? Then when I phoned them again about the whole thing it was just sighing like it was my fault I was ill??? News flash, you get glandular fever from scrubbing dirty dishes and guess what my job was. The scary part is that glandular fever affects the liver and spleen if I knocked my spleen whilst I was working it could of ruptured. Not to mention the sexual comments made to me like insinuating I performed sexual acts for a taxi ride I laughed it off but I shouldn't have and the comments about my weight like bleh. ✿

TLDR: The person who hired me for the free labour worked me into the ground whilst I had bacterial tonsillitis and glandular fever. After my trip to the hospital they sent me a message saying 'have they fixed you?' and I am like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK-

#iv had a v bad month ;-; #✿ 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗈 -𝗈𝗈𝖼- #hospital tw #illness tw #blood mention tw #vent tw

[jeschalynn]

what fester saw (part 2)

aka "Fester is tired of watching Ketamine do the grown-up equivalent of pulling your crush's hair and running away 'cause you can't tell them you like them”

part 1 /// part 3

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of violence. Reader/MC mentioned is gender-neutral. POV is a tarantula btw so suspension of disbelief is required. This is meant to be a bit fun and silly. This was originally a series of doodles I drew that I converted to fic form. lol Word count: 1360ish

Original source content is NSFW/18+/MINORS DNI.

Author’s note: Fester, Ketamine, and Casanova belong to @cannibalsweetheart.

It had been nearly three weeks since Fester first heard his human speak MC’s name, and he knew with one-hundred percent certainty this was his human’s true mate.

Fester knew it, even if his human didn’t. And right now, his human was blowing it.

He didn’t have much opportunity to study human courtship in the past, but Fester watched his human pace around their domicile while calling MC scathing names with a venomous tone on the talking device. Was he putting MC through some sort of test of endurance by treating them horribly? He did that once already this week!

‘They must be stronger than they sound if they’ve managed to survive his courtship this long,’ Fester thought as he watched his human pick out clothes for work. 

“Don’t waste your fucking time trying to buy me shit for breakfast,” his human said. “Yesterday you bought me coffee. I don’t even drink that shit and if I did - black, really?” He scoffed.

“That’s what Cas told me to pick up for you,” came MC’s wavering voice through the talking device speaker.

“Because that’s what Valentine likes to drink, idiot.” His human slipped his shirt over his head. “He barged into my office lookin’ for it. Bastard ducked when I tried to throw the fucking cup in his face.” He slicked his hair back with his hands once, twice, then gave up. He picked up his pants next. Fester heard the soft zip, the metal accents of the belt clinking as he pulled it through the loops.

“Well this conversation has guaranteed I’ll never make that mistake again, so if you just wanna tell me - hey, are you like, getting dressed or something?” The voice questioned with a squeak.

His human chuckled and Fester’s eyes widened at the sight of a grin - a feral smile full of teeth - that made his human look dangerously attractive. Too bad his mate couldn’t see it. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business but why, d’you wanna watch?”

Another squeak crackled over the speaker. “Oh, no, I’m fine. I’m sure you have it all under control. It’s not like you need my help or - you know what, I’m gonna go. Um, send me a text if you want me to pick up something for you? Okayseeyousoonbye-“ and they were gone with a click.

His human slipped the talking device into his pocket. Fester heard him mutter something about a 'fucking doll face' before disappearing from the room to finish his before-work routine.

Fester dug into his burrow and started to think about MC. His human’s mouth formed crooked smiles when he talked to them. When he self-mated at nighttime, Fester had heard his human choke out their name. Even though he spoke harsh words and mean names directed at them, his voice had gentled into liquid smoke rather than the usual biting edge that cut like barbed wire.

Despite his human doing literally everything wrong, according to Fester, MC persisted and accepted his advances. They were resilient, like his human was. Therefore, MC had his approval. His human needed help to finally claim this mate for his own, and by the time Fester drifted off to sleep, he knew what he had to do.

—

Fester shifted with impatience on his human’s chest and wondered if this is how he was going to die. For the last hour, he laid with his human on the bed. His human was tapping messages to MC on the talking device with a light flush dusting his cheeks. His chest heaved with puffs of suppressed laughter, his eyes crinkled at the corners when his mouth twisted in amusement. He didn’t even notice Fester skittering around on his stomach to avoid getting knocked off him. His human showed a subtle softness when he was alone in their domicile, but Fester had never seen him relaxed like this. He was shirtless and slowly melting into the mound of pillows and bedding beneath him. Usually when he spoke to other humans on the phone, he paced the room while spewing curses in more than one language.

Fester didn’t know a lot about wooing human mates, but this type of drawn-out seduction was testing his patience. MC might get bored if he kept teasing them like this. While he eavesdropped on all those conversations, Fester had scurried about inside his enclosure, chittering excitedly and nearly flailing his legs to try and get his human’s attention. ‘That is your mate! Finally, I am so proud. Why are you taking so long to bring them home to greet me? Wait, stop, why are you trying to make them cry again with those mean words?!’

Fester was caught off-guard when his human suddenly jerked like he’d been stung by something. “Fucking hell,” his human groaned. He dropped the talking device beside him then started to sit up. He cupped Fester in his hands and placed him near the foot of the bed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood up and headed for the door. “I need a fucking cigarette.”

Once he heard the balcony door swoosh closed, Fester flew across the bed and pounced on the talking device left near the pillows. His human’s silent conversation with MC was still displayed on the screen. Fester was very intelligent for his kind, but his limited knowledge of human language would make a formal declaration of courtship impossible in the few minutes he had available. He swiped the screen awkwardly with his long legs and suddenly it filled with cartoon human faces. He recalled some of the expressions his human made while talking to MC, and he began tapping away.

—-

Ketamine tensed when he returned to his bedroom. He had a strange sense of being watched that made him feel uneasy. He scanned the room knowing no one was there but he couldn’t shake that feeling. He moved towards his bed and noticed Fester was sitting near his phone. He reached for it, but stilled his hand.

He looked closely at Fester. Fester, who was looking back at him with a manic gleam in all of his wide, beady eyes, whose body puffed up like he was gloating after subduing prey much bigger than himself. Ketamine snorted. "Dunno what your problem is, buddy."

The phone started buzzing on the bed and he answered when he saw who was calling. “What the fuck d’you want?”

“I was a bit - well, confused by your last message? And you didn’t respond, so…”

Ketamine frowned, unaware that Fester had slowly crept across the bed and was crawling along the floor in the direction of his enclosure. “I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about, Heart Disease.”

“I guess you should check your phone then. If you want to talk about it, call me back, okay?” Click.

Ketamine tapped the screen and saw some very confused messages about whether there was something wrong, or maybe he was texting the wrong person. He scrolled up higher and amongst the gibberish his phone had sent, he saw —

“THE FUCK IS THIS?!” he yelled. He nearly dropped the phone, whether in embarrassment or surprise, he couldn’t say. No wonder they were confused, he’d never do something so fucking cringey, but then who…? 

He scanned the covers and realized his busybody pet was nowhere to be seen. He stalked over to Fester’s enclosure where he’d escaped to and leaned down.  His pet was sitting on his favourite mound of damp moss, eating pieces of a mealworm with all the fucking grace of a satisfied cat.

Ketamine stared at Fester.

That little shit stared right back.

Ketamine tapped the screen a couple times and listened to the dial tone. After two rings, they picked up.

“Ket?” That fucking voice always said his name with nervous anticipation. Before tonight he could only guess what they wanted from him, but maybe —

He noticed his reflection in the glass of Fester’s enclosure. Despite the death glare he had been shooting at his pet, the side of his mouth was ticked up in a smirk.

For fuck’s sake.

“Hey Dollface, how do you feel about spiders?”

P.S. MC sarcastically called Ketamine 'Sir' during their convo which is why he needed a break. >.> And I imagine the emoji spam Fester sent looked something like this:

#cannibal sweetheart #drabble #fester #ketamine #pet goals: they take care of you like fester would <3

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 13 (Echo)

Summary: Echo sees how everyone’s handling the situation with Tech and Kamarie; tries to keep his mind occupied.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Thought you would have to wait for awhile for the new instalment, SURPRISE! 

Haven’t really flushed out Echo’s part yet, but I’m thinking it’ll probably be around the three to four part mark, and then there will be Crosshair and finally an Epilogue with Omega. 

Hopefully you all will love how this story is progressing. 

Love oo, and thank you for showing this series so much love. 

Warnings: Mentions of illness, the effects of illness, flirting, kissing, fluff, wedding discussions, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know. 

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“Where’s Kamarie?” Echo glanced from his brother to the empty seat beside, he had gotten used to seeing it filled by Kamarie’s smiling radiating presence. However, lately she seemed to be having less and less energy.

“Still sleeping, she had a bad night” came Tech’s answer, his face solemn as his eyes focused on the cup of coffee in his hands.

Seeing how much it was affecting Tech, how much Kamarie was suffering broke Echo’s heart. He knew she was having a rough time of things lately, but to hear it was getting worse and more consistent really weighed on him.

“Sorry vod, I can just imagine how difficult this is for the both of you. Do you wanna stay home with her today? I know the guys won’t mind. Pretty sure we can handle a few things, plus I can ask Zaina to step in for you, since it’s her day off. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Tech simply shook his head, “No, it’s okay thanks. She wants me to go to work.”

Echo nodded, “Is that what you want?”

“No”

“Why not try to convince her?”

“I did, but she was adamant”

“You mean she wants alone time”

“No. I think …” Tech’s hands rested against the table clenching against themselves, “I think she’s finding it harder than she realized to deal with her weakening body, and having someone she loves beside her, especially, when there’s nothing anyone can do.”

“What about that nanite stuff you told me?”

“As you know I’m started assisting the engineer, she has been working with, these past three weeks. It unfortunately took a while to gain his trust but they finally relented and allowed me to help, after weeks of us asking unceasingly, but …” Tech leaned with resignation in his chair, “it …” his throat bobbed up and down, he cleared his throat fighting back the tears that kept wanting to surface, “after careful evaluation and analysis, we determined the nanites won’t be ready. At least, not for how soon she would need them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly as I’ve stated. Even if we skipped a thousand safety checks - which she … we would never do, the nanites to combat cancer won’t be ready for at least two years, and that would be for basic testing, not even complex testing on distinguishing the difference between masses of cancer cells and organ components.”

“She could hold out” Echo took the seat beside Tech, hoping his presence alone would encourage and strengthen his brother, “you never know. She’s one strong, determined and incredible woman, she may be able to hold out longer than you think. You may give her the strength to hold on.”

“I hope so. I really do. I don’t think …” Tech felt his throat tightening, he cleared it once again, fighting back the wave of emotion that wanted to erupt, “having her living here for the past four months have been amazing. Something I never imagined would be possible for me, and I want to be able to enjoy more days with her” a tear slipped down his cheek, as quickly as it escaped, Tech was ready to wipe away the evidence of his turmoil. 

Echo made sure not to bring it up, Tech was never one to be very open with his emotions, and he certainly wasn’t going to make him feel uncomfortable by pointing it out now.

“How about you just stay home Tech. As you say, you want more days with her, so take advantage of the days you do have, because as you and I both know things are going to get harder for the both of you. So stay and help her. I’ll let the guys know.” Echo stood from the table patting Tech’s shoulder before he grabbed his keys and headed to the Gym. 

Tech didn’t fight Echo, despite how annoyed Kamarie may have been when she woke up and realized he was still there, he knew deep down she would’ve been happy to have him by her side, even if it was just to hold her hand. 

- - - - - - - - - - - 

“Man I knew she was having a hard time lately, just didn’t realize how bad it got” Zai commented after hearing the morning conversation Echo had with Tech. She glanced over to Hunter, who looked as though he was going through his own emotional upheaval, he held on to her hand, tightening his grip, reinforcing within himself she was there beside him.

Mel and Zaina both leaned against the juice bar, “We should go and see if there’s anything we can do for her.” Mel had been by to see her a few times, but every time Kamarie had kept the visit brief, now she understood why.

Zaina nodded, “I’m off today, I’ll stop by and check in on her”

Mel nodded as she paced back and forth a bit, “Excuse me guys, I need to talk to Wrecker for a second.” 

Echo glanced over to Zai, with a questioning look, she simply shrugged not knowing the answer to his silent question. Well if she was going to have a convo with Wrecker, he was going to have a convo with his vod “I’m gonna talk to Crosshair, be back in a minute, Zaina would you mind looking after the front desk from me” Zai nodded as she watched Echo take off. 

Everyone was all a little downhearted after learning how far Kamarie’s illness was advancing and affecting her, even Tech’s handling of the situation was leaving everyone with a sadness in their hearts. Their concern for Kamarie and Tech took over any other considerations they had going on in their lives at the moment.

However, despite the sadness and the pain he knew everyone felt, Echo knew it was the right thing to tell everyone, for Tech and Kamarie’s sake they all need to rally for the two of them. 

“Hey Cross” Echo took the seat in front of his older brother’s desk, picking up a paper clip and twirling it in his hand.

“What’s up Echo?” Cross asked without looking up from writing up his notes on his last patient.

“Do you mind if I just sit here for a while?”

Crosshair stopped his paperwork and looked at Echo, it was unlike him to just come in and sit with him for no reason, if he was here something must be really bothering him “What’s wrong?”

Echo’s hands fidgeted with the sweats covering his lower prosthetics, ever since he came back from the war, Cross seemed to be the only one to provide him the greatest comfort, aside from Tech. Maybe it’s because he had this calming presence when he looked after his brothers, constantly by their side no matter how crazy they got, usually because Crosshair undoubtedly did something crazier. 

Either way, having Cross there to comfort him, however minimal, made Echo miss his twin a little less. It had been years since he lost Fives but on days like this, on days when his emotions felt like they were going to drown him, it made him miss Fives terribly. 

He sighed “Kamarie’s not doing well. Every day she’s getting weaker.”

“How’s Tech doing?”

“As well as can be expected, this morning he was having a hard time”

“That’s not what’s troubling you though, is it?”

Echo leaned back and looked up to the ceiling, “No. It isn’t. As sad as I feel for them, I can’t help thinking about when Wrecker was in the hospital and regardless of how much I wanted to help, there was absolutely nothing I could do to help him. I mean it was bad enough he was injured, dealing with the burn and the loss of his eye, but especially after what that woman did to him, breaking up with him when he was recouping. It killed me to see and to hear him in so much pain and I couldn’t do anything.”

“Hear?”

He let out a sigh, this was something he never told anyone but with Cross at least with this, “I never told you guys this, but at night I could hear Wrecker crying, mumbling that woman’s name. Whenever, I asked him what was wrong, he simply pretended to be sleeping.”

“That’s rough”

“Seeing him like that, knowing I couldn’t help him broke my heart, and I just can’t help think about Kamarie and Tech’s situation and wonder if I could ever be as tough as Tech. I was by Wrecker’s side for a few weeks and it nearly killed me, and as much as I love Wrecker, it’s not the same as watching the person you love dying in your arms for months on end.”

“First, need I remind you, you were a patient and injured along with Wrecker. What exactly did you think you were going to be able to do? Secondly, you did help him, you convinced the doctors to move you to the same room as his, and because of that you were able to be there by his side when we couldn’t, despite the fact you were in pain, and dealing with your own injuries. Thirdly, Echo” Crosshair shifted in his seat, making sure to look his brother in the eyes, “You are by far the strongest out of all of us. I think if it was the love of your life, I have no doubt you’d move heaven and earth to be beside them.”

“Do you think I’ll ever feel that way?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think I’ll ever meet someone I could look at as the love of my life? For that matter, do you think you’ll ever meet someone to make you feel that way?”

Crossshair tapped his fingers against the desk, “I have no doubt you’ll find someone Echo, good things happen to good people.”

Echo shifted his head to look at his brother, “What about you?”

He glanced from Echo to the paperwork on his desk, this was a discussion Crosshair didn’t want to have, it was a thought, a past, he had pushed to the furthest point in his mind. It was a memory he didn’t want to think about, “You know Echo, I have to get back to work, and I think it’s almost time for you to head to your physio.”

Echo simply nodded, there was no point trying to drag it out of Cross. He always suspected Cross had something in his past, something he didn’t exactly want to discuss or more specifically someone he didn’t want to think about. However, Echo was a patient man and he could wait him out, he simply stood waved goodbye and headed out.

- - - - - - - - - - 

Echo sat in his car, parked in front of his physio, he couldn’t help wonder if there was anything he could do to help Kamarie and Tech. Maybe he could cook for them tonight, or maybe he could help out in some way.

You: Hey Tech, I’m about to heading in for my physio, afterwards I’m gonna pass by the store, do you or Kamarie need anything? I was thinking of making dinner tonight for us, but if you guys have   something planned already I can work around that?

Tech: Thanks vod. Kamarie hasn’t felt well all day, I’m happy I followed your advice and remained at home. With respect to dinner, we haven’t discussed it as yet. If you could pick up some anti-nausea medicine, that would be helpful.

You: Sure, I’ll make us something for dinner when I get home, anything else?

Tech: Should anything else come to mind, I’ll inform you as soon as possible.

You: Sounds good, how’s Kamarie? You said she hasn’t felt well all day.

Tech: She has not been able to stop vomiting all morning, which aggravates her coughing, leading her to have difficulty breathing. She’s currently resting with the oxygen tank we got from her doctor.

You: Is it helping?

Tech: She’s no longer wheezing, allowing her to be able to rest, which at least is beneficial. She may be too weak to come down to dinner to eat.

You: That’s okay, she can have it in bed. Maybe I’ll make some soup, something light, and won’t make her feel queasy, but still satisfying. I think I still have some of the recipes you guys used when I was first recovering.

Tech: Thank you vod, I can cook for us though, you’ll be exhausted once you come back from physio.

You: You’ve been taking care of Kamarie all day, let me do this for you guys.

Tech: I know there’s no point in arguing with you.

You: Good. Aside from the nausea meds, are you sure you don’t need anything else? Or anything else you need me to do.

Tech: Nope. Just the meds. Trust me, vod, you’ve done more than enough. Thank you. Ttyl.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Echo”

He blinked a few times, before he realized he was sitting in his physio’s office, “Hmmm? Sorry, what did you say?”

“Welcome back to the living, you okay?”

He let out a sigh, nodding, he kept racking his brain, there had to be something else he could do, something they could all do for Tech and Kamarie. They were coming up on six months soon, maybe they could do a little anniversary dinner, if she was up for it, something easy that they all could easily reschedule, if she couldn’t meet up.

He glanced up to see his doctor just sitting there, eyeing him, waiting for him to open up. As much as he went there for help with his prosthetics, he’d become a friend and somewhat of a therapist for Echo, “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just … my brother, Tech, he started dating this woman about six months ago, and they’re … it’s hard pressed to find a more perfect couple. It’s as though they’re made for each other.”

“That sounds amazing”

“It is. I’ super happy for him” Echo chuckled, thinking as to how his life turned out, he moved out of Hunter’s place for Zai, only to move in with Tech, who’d ended up finding himself the woman of his dreams and living with the two of them.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“She’s really sick, and every day she’s getting worse”

“I’m sorry to hear that, what’s wrong with her?”

“Cancer”

“Is she on any treatment?”

Echo simply shook his head, “Umm … no, she … they told her there wasn’t anything more they could do.”

“I’m sorry, Echo.”

“It’s okay, Azi. I just … my heart breaks for Tech, he’s never had the best of luck when it comes to women. The first time he really fell in love, it … anyways, that’s …”

“Echo, can I ask, are you interested in Kamarie?”

“What! No. I mean she’s lovely but definitely not.”

“Okay. It just sounds like you’re maybe … a tad jealous, no doubt the situation is quite upsetting and very sad, but you seem jealous regardless”

Echo rubbed his head, was he jealous? He most certainly didn’t have feelings for Kamarie, she was beautiful, funny, and kind, but that’s as far as his feelings for her went. Since the first time he met her, he always looked at her as a sister, never anything more. No, he definitely wasn’t jealous of Tech because of Kamarie, “Don’t know what to tell you, but I’m definitely not interested in Kamarie.”

“Is that the only reason you could be jealous of Tech?”

“What other reason could there be?”

Azi simply shrugged, he wasn’t going to tell Echo, this was something he needed to figure out for himself. “Maybe it’s something you have to think about, anyway let’s discuss what you want to work on now with the new prosthetics”

“My brother’s getting married”

“The one with the girlfriend”

“Not Hunter, Wrecker. I want to be able to dance at the wedding. I used to be really good, but I haven’t tried anything like that since the  first time I was outfitted with prosthetics.”

 “Hmm, I think it’s definitely possible, let me see” Doctor Azi pulled out a referral sheet, “There’s a dancing instructor that’s quite good, she actually coaches Paralympic dancers. I’ll set up an appointment for you, once it’s set up, I’ll send you the information.”

“Thanks”

“Of course. Now, how are you feeling with the new prosthetics? Any issues or problems?”

“None, everything feels really good actually.”

“It’s been a few months with the new prosthetics, compared to the old ones have you noticed a difference?”

“Definitely, my movements are smoother. I feel as though my actions have become second nature again.”

“That’s fantastic and after such a short period of time. Alright let’s get you doing your exercises, and then we’ll book your next follow-up”

“Sounds good”

- - - - - - - - - 

“I got the nausea medication” Echo shifted the basket in his hand, while he was double checking with Tech what else they needed, “my physiotherapist said ginger is also good for nausea, and I still have some of the herbal tea my doctor recommended for when I was having trouble with my stomach last year. I forgot to tell you earlier. I just remembered when I was talking with my physiotherapist”

“Thanks, Echo. Also, despite my numerous objections, your offer to cook and almost physically restraining her, Kamarie succeeded in making dinner for us this evening”

“She made dinner?”

“As I said despite my numerous objections and attempts to quell her ambitious desire, yes, she made dinner.”

“I’ll make sure to eat plenty and tell her it’s delicious.”

“Thanks, vod. I have no doubt she will greatly appreciate your effort, especially, since it took her a great deal of effort just to make dinner.”

“Then I will even pick up flowers for her”

“She will appreciate it even more.”

“See you soon”

Echo shifted from the aisle, his vision focused on the basket in his hand, as he did his best to make sure the bottle of cashew milk he had wasn’t tipping over on to his grapes. 

When his step was impeded by something small and sturdy, it jostled the basket, nearly throwing him off balance, he reached out to steady himself. In that instant, he closed his eyes, when he opened them again, he was looking into a pair of eyes wide with shock and holding on to him for dear life. He could feel his heart beating faster than it had in a long time, as the most soft and pleasant scent of orchids with a hint of coconut filled his nostrils. About a million thoughts ran through his mind, and at the same time there wasn’t a single thought as he looked at those eyes.

 “Are … are you okay?” 

He shifted his hand feeling something soft underneath his fingers, the fabric was gentle, smooth, and shifting slightly, as the person in front of him took in a shuddering breath, “Yeah, sorry.” 

Her hand tightened against his chest, as she fought against gravity that seemed especially determined to make her fall on her butt, and embarrass her in front of this man.

“It was my fault” Echo did his best to keep them both steady and up; he shifted a little so it felt less awkward trying to hold them both up. 

“No. I was on my phone and not paying attention.”

“I was busy fiddling with my basket, I should’ve been paying attention, but I was trying to save my grapes”

She smirked as she looked from his eyes to the basket, “At least they know your effort was not in vain” my eyes found his again, “even if they did get squished”

“Huh?” Echo glanced over to see the cashew milk lying on top of the grapes squishing them, “Well that’s disappointing”

Echo looked back at the woman in front of him, the shock expression on her face shifted till she started giggling the sound of her voice was something completely unexpected, it was loud and jovial, full of life, and not dainty in any shape or form. “Okay so you’re sorry, I’m sorry. We’re all sorry right, and the grapes died, despite the brave battle they fought.”

Echo chuckled his hand tightening on her waist, “Well I am sorry, and yes they did die a warrior’s death.” 

She couldn’t help feeling relaxed and absolutely comfortable with the man in front of her regardless of the fact he was a complete stranger, “It’s not everyday I get to bump into such a handsome stranger, and at the grocery store who has a clever sense of humour.”

He felt a tapping against his chest, he glanced down to realize they had been standing this close to one another for the past five minutes, he let her waist go, stepping back, she shifted till she found her balance as well. Echo’s face felt heated from how close they had been for the past few minutes, “Sorry, didn’t mean to …” he motioned with his hands to their predicament.

“Chivalrous and polite, let me guess married with kids?”

“Is that always case?”

“Usually, either that or their gay” Her phone beeped loudly breaking the tension between the two of them, Echo glanced down to the phone in her hand, she looked letting out a sigh, “Sorry this is one of my kids”

“One of them?” Echo smirked, this woman is definitely interesting.

“Yeah, I train some.”

“Oh?”

The phone kept ringing, “Sorry, I gotta get this”

“No worries, it was a pleasure to meet you. Take care of yourself” he nodded to the woman, as she smiled while she answered the phone. She hesitated for a minute before she walked off.

It was only when he was in the car heading home, did he realize he never got her name or even her number. 

If Cross had been there with him, there would’ve definitely have been teasing all the way home, restless shaming from Cross, and more than likely he would have been the one ending up with a date at the end of those few minutes. 

His hand twitched against the steering wheel, even though he felt the leather under his fingers he wished it was still her shirt, and the heat from her body seeping into his hand. 

He shook his head, chastising himself out loud, “Come on Echo! Stop being a creep! You just met the woman. Get it together. If it’s meant to be you’ll run into her again.” As he drove, he couldn’t help remembering the day and time he ran into her at the grocery store.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Wrecker sat there cradling Iris in his arms, as he looked at Mel. He hadn’t said much, since Mel told him her idea for their wedding. He couldn’t help smile at her, he thought for sure he was in love with her when he first met her. He was fairly certain about his feelings when she told him she was pregnant, only to realize he had fallen more in love. He was convinced how deep his feelings were, when he saw how she took Omega under her wing, and he knew he’d never leave her side when he saw how she doted on their own daughter, but what she proposed made him want to be by her side for all of their life, their daughter’s life, and any future grandchildren’s, if he could he wanted eternity with her. He never imagined he’d fall even deeper in love with her at that moment.

He took in a deep breath, doing his best not to jostle his sleeping angel. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper last thing he wanted to do was to wake his ad’ika. He watched his little girl wriggle closer to him. He’d noticed lately whenever he spoke, she always ended up clinging closer to him. He watched as a little smile appeared on her lips, and her tiny hand gripped on to his shirt for life itself.

“She clearly loves her daddy” Mel reached forward trailing her finger over her daughter’s head.

“You still haven’t answered mesh’la”

Mel let out a sigh, “Cyare, I am sure. I wouldn’t have suggested it, if I wasn’t sure. You know me well enough, to know that.”

“True, but you have to remember if we do this, there’s no going back. We can’t change our minds last minute”

“I know. I am fully prepared to do this.”

They both looked at their daughter, Mel shifted till she sat beside Wrecker, leaning into his side, her hand resting on his arm that held Iris, he shifted his arm wrapping it around her. Holding her close to his side, Wrecker looked at Mel, her warm eyes, her pleasant smile, it all made him realize how lucky he was to have her there, he smirked as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re amazing, cyar’ika. You know that?”

“I’m amazing because you are incredibly patient with me, support me and my crazy ideas. However, are you okay with what I suggested?”

“Absolutely. I think it’s a brilliant suggestion and an incredibly thoughtful one.”

Mel rested her head on his shoulder, “You know you are just as amazing” she breathed in his scent, he smelled of baby shampoo, cedar, and a slight hint of her own grapefruit lotion. 

“Meh. You came up with the idea.”

“And you are willingly supporting it.”

“How about we just agree, we are both amazing; and our little ad’ika is absolutely incredible.”

“Agreed” Mel reached up and placed a gentle and delicate kiss on Wrecker’s lips, he took the chance to deepen the kiss as best he could without trying to jostle Iris. Mel pulled back, smirking at his pouting face, “We can continue that particular discussion later on tonight, once the little one is in her crib.”

“I’m going to hold you to that”

“Have I ever gone back on my word?”

He simply chuckled as he pressed his forehead against hers.

Mel took in a deep breath, grateful she had Wrecker and Iris in her life, indebted to whoever thought she was worthy enough to have such an amazing man and the most beautiful little girl by her side. 

She shifted till her head found his shoulder again, “Do you think everyone will be on board with our suggestion?”

Wrecker nodded against her head, “I think once we tell everyone, they’ll be quick to rally behind the idea.”

“Should we keep it a surprise for them or tell them?"

“Hmmm that’s a good question, on the one hand we can guarantee they’ll be there. After all, he is one of the groomsmen, and she is one of the bridesmaids.”

“Not to mention they’re family”

He chuckled against her head, “Good point, mesh’la. However, Tech should know just in case Kamarie isn’t feeling well”

“True.”

Mel focused on their daughter, “Okay how about this? We keep it a surprise until we have everything ready, then as a backup if it doesn’t work because either they don’t want to go along with the offer or she’s feeling too sick we can simply go back to plan A.”

“Agreed, although, I think we won’t have to worry. I do believe, my younger brother may have been planning something already.”

“Really?”

“Well Tech was asking me about your ring, how I knew you would like it, was there some special insight I had? Whether you came with me to get the ring or did you perhaps pick it out prior to me going to pick up the ring? You know him, he had a million and one questions.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him. So, what did you tell him?” Mel smirked as she looked at her ring, thinking back to the day they were in the hospital room, and Wrecker got down on his knee to ask her, Iris asleep beside them.

“Simple, I told him when I looked at the ring, I just knew. The moment I held the ring in my hand, I imagined offering it to you. Getting down on one knee, telling you everything I wanted to tell you, and I could see your face, your reaction, and I just knew.”

Mel shifted her head, pulling back to look at him, a smile gracing her face, “You never told me - you know me so well love.” She placed her forehead against his, “I love you”

“I know. I love you too”

She smirked, as she felt him shift placing the gentlest kiss on her forehead, readjusting till her head rested on his shoulder again, “What did he say, when you told him?”

“Not much actually, he just simply nodded, and went back to his phone.”

“Well maybe we should talk to Tech and Kamarie first then, but after we find out if Tech has got the ring.”

“Perfect. He gets the ring, we give him a wedding.”

“So when do you wanna get married?”

“Well since we’re going to have a simple ceremony, how about as soon as those two agree to take over our wedding?”

Mel nodded against Wrecker’s shoulder as the idea of being his wife sooner than they anticipated crossed her mind, making her smile from ear to ear. Imagining their life with Iris and any other future children.

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TEST 2: LIBRARY

It’s the weekend finally. The usual crowds that follow Casey and somewhat avoid Kenneth have all gone their separate ways for various plans. Right now it’s raining quite a lot, but makes for a pleasant white noise for two kids at the public library. This also means Casey has a good enough reason to ignore the ungodly amount of texts on their phone, and gives Kenneth a good enough excuse as to not leave the library, despite being there since it opened.

Ding!

A text alert goes off from Casey’s phone. The only person who's notifications are turned on is Max. “lol” is all it reads and yet, Casey is over the moon. Almost as soon as the ding came from their phone, Casey snatched it from where it was laying and opened it immediately. They had a giant smile across their face as they texted back a reply. It could be considered rude to have your phone notifications on in a library, but does Casey care? Not really. Plus, the only other people here are a couple old folks, and the kid who everyone thinks sleeps in a dumpster. They set the phone back down and got back to their reading.

Kenny is reading silently on a couch within the library, When he hears a ding from across the room. Only sometimes does anyone come in on the weekend, aside from one other regular: Casey Briar. He sits up from the couch and walks over, shelving the book he was reading back into the bookcase. He catches a glimpse of Casey through the space between the books and watches as they frantically type something into their phone. Kenny takes out his notebook and prepares to take notes.

Ding!

Casey gets a text from “Don’t Answer”

“I feel like you’re ignoring me. That’s pretty rude you know😌”

Casey has tried turning this person’s notifications off a million times but they always eventually turn back on.

Ding!

“Come on, I just wanna talk 😉😉😉”

Their face immediately dropped once they looked at their phone. How did these texts always somehow go through? They were sure they had blocked this number at least three times now.

They decide to reply, to much dismay.

Casey: "Is it that obvious? I thought I was pretty subtle."

Once again, they turned off the notifications for this number, and set their phone back on their desk.

Kenny sees Casey's face change expression like emotional whiplash and takes note. Now that they seem to be unoccupied, Kenny walks over and takes a seat closer to where Casey is sitting, nervously fidgeting and scribbling in a small notebook.

Casey first notices the shaggy hair that the kid that sat near them had. They paid him no mind and went back to reading. If he wanted to talk to them, he would have to come talk directly, they were in a bad mood now.

Kenny stops writing in his notebook, shuts it and pulls his chair next to Casey. "Casey Briar, yeah?"

Casey looks to the kid that decided to talk to them. "Yeah. Obviously?" Their tone was a little on edge.

Kenny seemed a bit confused by their response. "Ah, great! It's nice to meet you. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

More and more it seems to be yet another fan, and yet their confusion to Casey’s response seems to hint that they don’t know them all that well. How odd? Everyone in this town knows Casey. At the least…they definitely know the Briar family.

"Look. I'm not really interested right now. You're cute, but I can do better." They shooed him away before going back to their reading.

Kenny is taken aback by Casey’s comment, then starts to laugh. "Ahahaha- oh you're serious... No no, that's not why I'm here. I need to ask you questions about the party that happened last week. I was hoping you'd have some answers."

Casey's eyebrow perked at the mention of the party. Once again remembering the embarrassing scene they made, they flushed. "Whatever you saw, 20 bucks says you didn't see it."

Ding!

“20 bucks says they did 🙃”

With a loud groan, they picked up their phone once more and looked at the notification. Then, their face fell.

Casey: "Which one of the old motherfuckers are you? I'm gonna kill you."

Ding!

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to spy on you, cutie.”

Kenny glances back and forth from Casey and the phone. Casey seems to grow more irritated with every text, and the air around them seems to get heavier. Their face goes red and they slam their phone on the desk.

"What?! What did you want to ask? Go ahead, ask away, I don't give a shit!"

As they slam their phone down the phone seems to shatter, broken way beyond repair, so badly the table has a decent phone sized divot in it. And despite the loud sudden noise, looking around the only librarian nearby seems to be dazed and moves on soon after the pieces settle. Not even bothering to check in with them. Looking at their shattered screen, they groaned again. Casey whispers under their breath. "Oh fucking great."

Kenny stares at the phone dent, glass pieces slammed so hard they affixed themselves into the table. "How ‘bout we talk somewhere else, yeah?"

Casey gives him a glare before sighing. "Whatever."

Kenny walks out of the library, Casey following begrudgingly behind him as he leads them out the front doors of the school, and around to the side alley where it's private.

"Remind me never to get in a fist fight with you.” He laughs awkwardly. “Anywho, the party. I need to know what you remember about that night." Kenny opens back up his notebook.

"I'd suggest you hurry up. And, I don't remember much. I got a concussion and the memories are foggy." Thank luck they had a reasonable excuse after knocking their fucking head against a washing machine. "Why do you care?"

"Did everyone end up blacking out at the party? -ah, whatever. First question: did you notice anything strange happen- anything out of the ordinary?”

"Wow, you're kind of a loser aren't you." They laughed. "No, nothing weird happened. There were no "aliens", there were no robbers, there were many fights but that's the norm for a bunch of drunk teens at a party, and there was no weird shit going on." There were a few beads of sweat trailing down their face.

Kenny could clearly see Casey’s nervous finger tapping and darting eyes. They’re hiding something. Just like Max was. He takes in the response and mumbles as he writes: "Defensive..when..asked...questions..about..party. Okay. Question 2, how'd you hurt your arm"

"I hit a washer too hard while laughing. I was drunk as fuck and ended up slipping and hitting my head, causing that concussion."

"You- hit a washer and broke your arm? Okay, strange." Kenny notes it in his journal. "3rd Question...."

Casey is half paying attention now, more worried about the rain when Kenny says “Third question…” and before Casey can meet their eyes again, Kenny’s leaned in close. He’s looking much more intense, and darker.

“Where's the other Casey?”

“Where's the other Casey” It hits like a brick, and the rain falls away. It’s only the two of them.

Casey seems to hear a ding, from far off, but not actually. Their phone was just shattered. They stare for a good minute at Kenny before answering.

"Another Casey? Oh please, no one is as hot as me, hun. Is this your attempt at an insult?" They laughed off their nervousness.

“You know what I’m talking about. At the party, people say you were in two places at once. There’s another one of you, I’m sure.”

"I dunno, maybe I have some mysterious twin or some bullshit. Why are you listening to some kids who were probably drunk off their ass at a house party anyway?"

“You mean like Max?”

Kenny isn’t trying to be as intimidating as he’s coming off, yet when Casey hears Max’s name, another layer of tension washes over them.

"Yes. Exactly like Max." Their face falls into an annoyed scowl. "What are you trying to get at, stop beating around the bush like a little bitch."

“Hmm…okay…”

Kenny begins pacing, recounting what he remembers.

“Something happened at the party. Someone caused the flood. Police say that it’s from a dented washing machine, but we both know that’s not true. But other than that, someone was at the party. Someone that looked exactly like you. But it wasn’t you. You were moving to the first floor after drunkenly punching a washing machine. At the same time, the other Casey was somehow in the basement you had just came from. Whoever they are, they came to the party with a plan to do something, probably to you if I were to guess. There were things besides that though. Things separate from the other Casey that were… strange. But I need the full picture to understand what’s going on. There’s someone out there looking to cause some chaos. And I know you know something about what happened that night. Chances are there’s a lot of people that know something about what happened.” Kenny stands straight, facing Casey. “You can either help me figure this all out and possibly save your ass from someone out there looking to fuck up your life. Or, you can go back to pretending you have this handled, yeah? So which is it?”

Once again, Casey stares at Kenny. This time it seemed that they were at a loss for words.

"You.. Fuck." They paused again.

"You wanna be some kind of detective or some shit? Ugh- whatever. I didn't actually get a concussion, I knocked my head but it wasn't hard enough to give me something like that. I remember most of what happened, so shoot. What do you want to know exactly because I could go on about the party and completely ignore what you're looking for. That good enough for you?"

When Casey says this a quick but freezing breeze blows through, causing a shiver up their spine. Almost as if an unspoken warning. Kenny less so feels the breeze, with much less intensity. However in a strange way, it feels familiar. Both are now cold in the rain, debating what to say.

Kenny thinks for a moment. "Okay. Let's start with this: I want to know who you remember seeing at the party. Any interesting characters you might remember? And I need to know if anything like this has happened before."

"No, the only person that I talked with was Max and a few other friends of mine. And, also no, this has never happened before."

"Hmm. Okay. How about who do you remember not seeing at the party? Anyone missing or absent that would've been there?"

Now looking back on it, Casey is hit with the memory of a familiar face. The scrawny kid a grade younger. Daun’s brother. They remember this because they've seen the two chatting plenty of times before. Dawn had also been pretty popular so occasionally their crowds mixed. Casey thinks about it more.This kid paid more attention to NotCasey than them. Not only that, but Casey is certain that NotCasey ran into someone before they managed to grab them. The card trick kid. Casey can’t think of their names. Hell, they cant even manage their own friends names.

"Actually.. There was someone I remember. This kid was playing card tricks during the party. We didn't talk, but I caught a glimpse of them and it seemed weird. I hadn't seen them before."

Kenny's eyes light up with surprise as he scribbles down a note "That's right! The card trick kid. They did seem kind of strange. I think they gathered a crowd at some point- might be a good lead. Have you seen them around anywhere outside the party? What do you remember them looking like?"

"Mmmm, they had black hair, it was to their shoulders and pulled to one side. They also had a bow. It was.. red? I think?"

“Perfect. Perfect. Do you know if they go to the school? Have you seen them anywhere else besides the party?”

"No clue, I don't usually pay attention to anyone besides my friends at school. I'm sure they do if they were at the party, though."

The rain has finally started to let up when down the alley a honking is heard.

“Casey dear!”

Casey jumps at the sudden call of their name. When both turn to look at the noise they see an older woman waving through the window of a rather mediocre car.

“Casey hun! I got so worried since you weren’t answering your phone! We have to go, we have the dinner party!” Her voice is cheery yet firm “Not to mention a friend wishes to talk to you! Hurry up now! Let’s go.

“I can drive your…friend?.. home too if needed!”

"Sorry to cut this short, but I need to go. Hope you don't mind." They didn't even offer to give the kid a ride, just waved back and walked to the car.

"Oh, uhhh....." Kenny's voice trails off as Casey makes their way to the car. Kenny looks quite confused, but makes sure to take note of what the car looks like for later reference. Honestly Kenny is a bit relieved that they didn't force the ride idea much more. (edited)

While Kenny doesn’t know much, he does know that Casey’s family is known for their wealth, and the idea of driving in such an average car is off putting. Slightly strange even.

Casey’s mother smiles and waves to Kenny “Well it was nice to meet you K-, Kid!” She quickly rolls up the windows and pulls away, the car missing its license plate.

Kenny stands and watches the car drive away for a moment before closing his notebook and shoving his hands in his pockets. He thinks about the interaction he just had with Casey and ruminates on what might be going on, then walks home, wherever that is today.

Back in the car, Casey is getting scolded by someone who is definitely not their mother.

“You know if you took some fucking time to actually respond civilly, you’d realize I’m not really out to get you. I just want to talk.”

They rolled their eyes, "I just hate talking with you. You're annoying."

As they pass through a tree covered roadway, the darkness slightly hiding the shift, Dawn suddenly appears in the driver's seat and gives Casey a sour look. “And you’re such a peach.”

“First off, thanks for keeping your mouth mostly shut. That kid is becoming more of a pain in my ass by the day. Luckily I’ve had a friend keeping an eye on him. Also lucky you were there at the library too!”

"He was up my ass the entire conversation, wouldn't let up on any details and kept poking. Sorry I couldn't keep everything hidden, it'd be suspicious if I didn't let a little info out." They sighed and put their head to the back of their seat. "And now you're up my ass, too. Fuck this."

“I wouldn’t be up your ass if you would have just listened!!!”

“Listen I just want to talk about an….agreement we might both benefit from.”

"Shoot."

“We both keep our respective secrets, obviously, and then maybe if need be…we help each other out. Simple I scratch your back you scratch mine.”

“Plus I heard you were talking to Max recently? The fucks up with that, you don’t run the same social groups.”

The agreement surprised them, they raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect you to actually trust me any, to be honest. Sure. Beneficial for both of us, I guess, and maybe you'll finally stop texting me over useless shit." Their face flushed at the mention of Max, "Nothing. We just happened to meet at the party and I wanted to get to- It's just hanging out a little. That's it." They mumbled under their breath.

“I told you, I wasn’t out to get you, I genuinely wanted to discuss things. Neither of us want this shit getting out and well, instead of just blackmailing each other we can get ahead of it all.” She glanced over at the sight of Casey’s face flushing “Yeah. Nothing. Just like it was nothing at the party.” She smiled and laughed to herself “You know if you really want to get to know him more, a tattoo might be a good start. Full price of course.” she says with a grin.

"I think my mom would keel over if she saw me with a tattoo." They scoffed. "It's bad enough that I'm hanging out with Max, and now you. If my mom knew then she'd… fucking freak." It wasn't like they hated the thought of getting to know Max better, but their parents' wishes always came first.

“So? Hide it. Makeup? Blind spots? Long sleeves??? Nah, whatever. It’s not worth the fight. And I wanna clarify we are not friends, we are business partners. We’re not gonna hang out, we gonna meet. Only reason I’m driving you home is because I needed a way to get you out of there. I had to borrow this car.” She finally turns into the long driveway that leads to Casey’s house. She parks right at the entrance. “Get out here I’m not wasting gas on your pompous ass driveway.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Fucking asshole." They slammed the door to the car shut and gave the middle finger as Dawn drove away.

She gives a smile and wink to Casey and quickly backs out, driving away blasting music.

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