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Always seen you.

Pairings: Eddie x Fem!Insecure plus size reader x Friend!Elio x Friend!Billy

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A/N: Hi friends. Welcome back to my series finale. This was a little rushed because I have a few requests I would like to work on as well as finishing up my papa!Eddie fic. Keep an eye out for them this upcoming week. I was inspired by three songs. So check them out if you want. Shout out to @salenorona23 for your ideas. Appreciate you. Anyways, thanks for reading babes. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and asks or comments are welcomed. Kay love ya byeeee.

Warnings: 18+ Language, sexual implications, fluff, slight angst, happy ending. Not proof read.

I do not give permission for my work to be used on any other site. Respect all creators/writers. Thanks.

Word count: 6,506

Summary: No one's gonna love you like Eddie does. And that's okay, because no one's gonna love him like you do.

Part 23 - Ending

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The next morning you were up early. Doing what you had been doing for the past two months. The only difference this time, Eddie was sitting across from you while you drew him.

" Stop making faces." You grinned.

Eddie smirked. " I can't help it. They make you smile."

You pressed your lips to hold the smile back, adding the finishing touches.

" You know Angel, I think we should come here again. Just us next time."

You looked over your glasses, pushing them up when all you saw was a blur.

" That sounds fun. But only for like a week. Because to be honest with you… I really miss regular outlets. And I'm a little tired of pasta."

Eddie laughed. "Yeah. I think I put on at least ten pounds since I got here." He looked down, grabbing his stomach. Pushing it out to make it look bigger.

You smiled. He actually looked really good with a healthy layer of cushion around his tummy.

" I like your little belly."

Eddie gave you a wink.

You shook your head, closing your sketchbook.

" You keep moving, Eds."

He got up and went behind you. Wrapping his arms around your chest.

" I'm sorry Angel."

" Ehhh it's fine. I finished it a while ago...just liked to see you squirm."

Eddie gasped" How dare you?!'

You giggled as he started to tickle you.

" Eddieeee!" You said through a fit of laughter.

" Nope! You totally deserve it"

You were wriggling so much that your book fell open and Eddie took a second to pick it up. You tried to grab it but he pulled it away. Flipping through the pages.

" Eddie please don't." You pleaded.

You were actually embarrassed by them. You always had a slight insecurity about your drawings. You barely showed them to anyone. Other than the contest one and the book you made for Eddie, no one has seen the ones you've been drawing lately.

Eddie was amazed. " Angel…these…these are incredible."

He looked at all the scenery pictures in aww. Then he saw the ones of him. They were so good that they looked like black and white photographs. Except for his eyes. You captured the color so well. He continued admiring them until a letter fell out.

He saw the name on it before you picked it up and walked into the room.

Eddie followed you and saw you put on some high waist jeans with your flip flops.

" Where you goin'?"

" Umm. I totally forgot to send this."

He sat on the bed. " So you're going now?"

You turned to look at him when his tone changed.

" Eds, I should have sent this a long time ago. He deserves to know that it's not gonna happen."

" But a letter Angel? That just seems so… impersonal."

You sighed and sat next to him. Fidgeting with the postage.

" I know. And I hate that I can't do it in person. But he's been waiting for a while. And I feel like such an asshole for it."

Eddie nodded and started rubbing your back. " I really think you shouldn't send that. How about you call him and ask to meet up as soon as you get back."

You nodded. " Okay. I guess he waited this long. Another month won't be so bad."

" Well I didn't say that."

You looked at him and pouted.

" Angel. You don't want to be with him and he needs to here it from you. He might not be happy and you'll probably lose him as a friend. But you gotta tell him face to face."

You put your head on his shoulder.

" I just don't want to hurt him, Eds. He really is a good friend."

" I know….I know."

A minute or two passes when you took a deep breath and went for the phone.

It rang a few times before Billy finally answered.

" Sweets? Damn I was just about to leave."

" Oh I'm sorry. Do you want to talk later?"

" Uhhh I would like to but I'm kinda gonna be getting on a plane in about 3 hours."

Your brows pinched together. " Where are you going?"

Billy grinned looking at a picture of you, him and Elio on his fridge.

" I'm coming to see you sweets."

Your mouth dropped open and you felt the air get snatched out of your lungs. " W-w-what?"

You heard Billy laugh and felt Eddie's hand on your shoulder.

" What is it Angel?" Eddie whispered.

You looked up at Eddie and shook your head.

" No. Billy don't."

Billy's smile faded. " What? I want to see you. I only got a couple of days off but I want-"

" I-I-I…Billy please. Please don't come here. I…I have to talk to you. But I want to do it when I come home."

" Why can't you do it when I'm there?"

" Billy please-"

" Angel what-"

"Sweets?"

You covered the receiver and answered Eddie first. " He was just about to leave and get on a plane to come here."

Eddie furrowed his brow. He wanted to take the phone away from you and tell Billy to back off. But he stopped himself because you guys weren't together yet. So it wasn't his place. Even though he felt like it was.

When you saw that look on Eddie you knew you had to say something.

" Sweets?"

You sighed. " Billy, Eddie's here."

The silence that fell on the phone was awful. You could feel Billy's heart breaking.

Eddie looked at you and was happy that you said that. But when he saw the tears in your eyes all he wanted to do was hold you.

Billy cleared his throat. " So you chose him then?"

" I…Billy please. I want to sit down and talk when I come back. "

Billy was so angry. When were you gonna learn that Eddie wasn't the one for you? He dropped his duffle bag and rubbed his face. No matter how this turned out. He couldn't be mad at you.

" Alright. Umm you know where to find me."

" Yeah. "

" I'll see you soon, sweets."

" Y-yeah. See you."

You hung up the phone and turned to Eddie. Burying your face in his chest. He hugged you while you cried and kissed the top of your head.

" I hope he doesn't hate me….I hope I didn't make you hate me."

Eddie leaned back and lifted your face by your chin.

" He doesn't hate you and I never could. All I feel for you…all I ever felt is-"

" Guys want to go to the beach?" Elio said, walking in on the moment.

Eddie didn't look away from you though. Instead he smiled and laughed a little. " Just like old times. Trying to say how we feel and get interrupted."

You gave him a half hearted smile. " Do you think there will ever be a time when it doesn't happen?"

" Our luck. Probably not."

You frowned and looked at Elio. " Yeah. The beach sounds fun. I need some vitamin D."

Elio smirked. " Me too."

Eddie chuckled and winked at Elio.

" Ugh both of you are pervs."

…

Eddie left the next day with the promise of seeing you soon. It took everything you had to not leave with him. The parting wasn't so much of a goodbye as it was I'll see you soon.

You gave him a long hug and kiss on the cheek. When you walked away you didn't look back.

How am I gonna go a month without you Eds?

It was a week later and you had just about enough of Italy. You missed your bed and your family. But most of all you missed Eddie.

One night you sat out on the balcony and opened your book. A note fell out. You picked it up and read it.

'Angel,

I just wanted to say have a great time. You deserve all the happiness in the world. I wish I could tell you what I really want to say. But that's gonna have to wait. Take care of yourself.

Love Eds'

Elio joined you. " What's that?"

You folded the paper back up and put it back in your book.

" Nothing much. Just Eddie being Eddie."

" Hmmm. So…did you tell him how you feel?"

You nodded. " I did. But…I don't think I want that anymore."

" What do you mean?"

You looked up at the sky. Admiring the stars that shine so bright there.

" I want to be with him."

" Yeah?"

You sighed. " Yeah. "

Elio smiled and stood up. Holding out his hand for you. " Then let's go get your guy."

You grinned while taking it. But you stopped, pulling him back.

" I have to talk to Billy first."

Elio pressed his lips. " Uhhh yeah. Probably do that."

" I'm not looking forward to it."

" Well if you need me. I'll be there."

You hugged him.

"Thank you E. For everything."

He smiled, hugging you back.." you're welcome. Now…" he pulled away. " Let's go home."

…

You were standing outside of Billy's house. You had just got back and the first thing you did was catch a bus over. All you had to do now was knock.

When he answered the door he motioned for you to come in. You followed him to the couch and sat.

It was quiet for a minute before Billy shifted.

" How was your trip?"

You half smiled. " It was good. Very beautiful."

"That's good. I uhhh I missed you…and E."

You nodded. " Missed you too."

You guys were quiet again. This time the tension between you two was almost unbearable.

" So Eddie went?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

" He did."

" He just showed up?"

You started fidgeting with the hem of your shorts. " No…I invited him."

Billy sighed and moved again. " Does he know about us?"

" Billy there is no us."

" How can you say that? I know you felt something too. You kissed me back."

I…I know I did. But-"

" But nothing Y/n. You can't just ignore what's happening."

" I'm not ignoring it. That's why I'm here. To tell you the truth."

Billy hung his head. " What's the truth? That you want to be with him until he hurts you again. Have me waiting on the sidelines."

"N-no. Billy, Eddie and I are not together."

Well not yet.

" Then what were you guys doing there? Don't tell me he just came to hang out."

" He…he came to spend time with me."

Billy looked at you. " And nothing happened?"

You pressed your lips together and looked away.

" Why y/n? Why did you do that? Do you really think so little of yourself?"

You met his eyes and he didn't even look mad. He looked genuinely concerned.

" Billy look, being with Eddie doesn't make me smaller. Or less of a person. What we have…is something that just is. When we're together everything feels right. It feels good. And I get that you've seen me and helped me when I was at my lowest. That you think he's wrong for me. But he's not. You never saw him with me. He cares about me. He looks and treats me like I'm the only person in the world for him. He makes me feel beautiful and loved. I know he would do anything for me."

" I would too y/n. Don't I make you feel beautiful? Don't you see that I only have eyes for you? Can't you feel my love?"

You sniffled, wiping your tears away.

" You don't understand. You say those things and I feel like they're misplaced. You would do anything for me because that's what friends do. You don't make me feel beautiful. You make me feel nice. Just nice. I can't feel your love because it's not real. Well maybe it is. But not how you think. And you say you only have eyes for me when you just really want you too…but I'm not it. You're so focused on me that you don't even see the ones who looked at you like that."

He leaned forward. " I don't care how other girls look at me. All I care about is you…I love you."

You hung your head.

" Sweets please. You know this isn't going to end well for you. Regardless if you guys stay friends or not. Sooner or later he's gonna hurt you again…I would never do that to you. I would never do or say anything that could."

You stood up and walked towards the door. But you stopped just before reaching for the handle.

" You say you love me right?"

Billy stood up too. "Yeah…I love you y/n."

You turned around and looked at him.

" If you do then you know all the important stuff about me. Like the name of the highschool I graduated from, or why I used to live in a trailer before I came here."

Billy sat back down and looked away.

" Do you know how I like my coffee? Or how I met one of the most important person in my life?"

Billy couldn't look at you. He was ashamed. He should have known all that stuff about you.

When he was quiet for a while you felt bad. You knew he wouldn't know the answers. But it didn't matter. Because there was one person who did. And Billy wasn't him.

"I'm really sorry. I know you wanted this. And that you were waiting for an answer. I'm truly sorry for making you think you had a chance. You didn't deserve the silence. You're my friend and I should have told you how I felt about Eddie that night we kissed…I do love you Billy...But not the way I love him. I can't love anyone else. I don't want to."

He finally looked at you with tears in his eyes.

" I would have loved you forever, you know."

You frowned because you knew he would have.

" But I would have never been able to love you back. Not in the way you want or need."

Billy got up and cupped your face. "I love you sweets. And if you ever need me." He leaned in. " I will always be here."

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and met your forehead with his.

…

Thanksgiving came up so fast. You almost forgot to pack for Hawkins. The past two months have been jam packed with a new project you were working on and with school. It all became a little bit crazy. But finally you were gonna go see your family.

Ever since the conversation with Billy, he worked a lot. He came around once in a while. But just for a few minutes.

Eddie of course was working on the new album and doing shows. He tried calling you since Italy. But as usual both of you were busy. Not that you were upset about not talking to him as much as you would like. But that you hadn't got the chance to say that you wanted to be together. For real this time. That wasn't something to write in a letter or say over the phone. So you waited.

Thanksgiving being the perfect opportunity to finally put it out there.

Eddie said he was going to be late because his flight was delayed. But he was at the airport, determined to be the first one on.

When you finally got to Hawkins, something was different. You didn't know what. But something was. There was a lot going on that you had no idea the gravity of it.

Matthew was waiting for you when you got off the plane. You guys hugged each other and went home. The ride was mostly quiet. Not that you minded. You were super tired.

When you guys pulled into the trailer park everything was covered in a thin blanket of snow. You had noticed a moving truck parked out front. Too tired to ask anything, you got out of the car and went to your room after you gave Bethany a hug. When you walked in you dropped your bag and threw yourself on the bed. You said a silent ' goodnight Eds.' before passing out.

In the morning you woke up and finally looked around. All that was left in the small room was the bed and the nightstand.

What the hell?

You got up and went to the kitchen. Bethany was making breakfast and you went to get some water. While grabbing her little tummy you asked.

" Hey so ummm where's my stuff?"

" Uhhh sit down. I have news."

You nodded and went to the dining table.

Bethany put a plate in front of you and sat down.

" Nothing bad is it?" You asked buttering your toast.

" No sweetie. It's good news. Very good news."

You took a bite and smiled.

" So umm first things first. We're moving."

Your eyes widened and you stopped chewing.

" That's why there's a moving truck outside. Matthew and I bought a 4 bedroom house near my parents." She grabbed her belly. " I'm gonna need all the help I can get since I'm having twins."

You froze mid chew.

"You-you're having t-two?"

Bethany giggled. " Yup. So we're gonna need a bigger place."

" Oh my God!" You put down your toast and got up to hug her. " That's insane…well duh you're definitely going to need a much bigger place. With a big backyard."

Bethany laughed again while hugging you back. " That's the plan."

You sat back down shaking your head.

Twins!

" So when is the official move?" You asked, taking a sip of coffee.

" So we were thinking just after Thanksgiving. There isn't much left here. Just the furniture."

You nodded. " And the trailer?"

" Well, I want to see if you want to keep it or let someone else move in."

The thought of another family moving into your home made you sad. But at the same time it was unrealistic to keep it when you only came there for holidays.

" Umm I would like to keep it. But it's pointless. I live in Cambridge."

" Yeah… Just thought I would ask."

You nodded again picking at your hash browns.

" So uhhh my stuff?"

Bethany gave you a smile. She didn't want to ruin Eddie's surprise so she said a little white lie.

" Well all of it is in storage near your dorm. We had it shipped there." Bethany got up and went to the kitchen.

She came back and set a key in front of you. " This is the key to the lock. Whenever you're ready you can check it out."

You smiled. " That's cool. I'll give you the money for the storage."

You got up to grab your purse.

" Oh no. Don't worry about it. It wasn't much."

" No. No. You guys don't need to spend any more money than you have to."

You pulled out your wallet and pulled out a crisp new 100 dollar bill.

" Sweetie no. Really it's fine."

" Take it. And just save it for the babies."

Bethany's smile got bigger. " Okay. But for the babies and not the storage."

You sat back down and beamed at her.

" You know." You put a hand on her tummy. "These little buns are gonna have the best mommy."

She put her hand on yours. " And they are gonna have the best aunt."

…

While getting ready for bed that night you looked out your bedroom window. You felt a pain in your heart seeing the Munson's trailer. For just a short period in time you were neighbors with Eddie Munson. You were in a place that finally felt like home. With the boy of your dreams just a stone's throw away.

But Eddie didn't live there anymore. And he hadn't for almost two years. Still you wished his light would turn on. You still wished you could watch him play his guitar or write out a new campaign, while you were supposed to be studying.

Oh how things have changed.

Eddie finally got to Hawkins and it was pretty late. He didn't even bother going to see his uncle. He went straight to yours. When he knocked, your brother answered.

" Hey man."

"Hey Eddie. Come on in."

" Thanks."

Eddie took off his jacket and gave your brother a hug.

" How are things?" He asked.

Matthew sighed. " It's good. Just moving is a bitch."

" Does she know that her stuff is at my place?"

" Nah. She thinks it's in storage."

Eddie grinned. " Cool. I'm gonna bring her to it when she goes back."

Matthew gave him a half smile. " That's good. She'll be happy."

" I hope so."

Eddie started for your room when Matthew stopped him.

" Eddie man, don't fuck this up this time."

Eddie nodded. " I won't. I swear. I won't."

Eddie crept into your room and smiled seeing you sound asleep. He got undressed and climbed into bed with you. Though you didn't wake up you snuggled with him. He kissed your forehead and whispered.

" I'm here Angel. And I love you."

When you woke up, the happiness you felt was overwhelming. Eddie came home. You pushed his hair behind his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

" You're here, Eds."

While Eddie slept you and Bethany started cooking. It was a little after 1 pm when Eddie and your brother finally got up.

Eddie gave you a big beautiful smile.

" Morning Angel."

With your hand in a turkey you smiled back. " Afternoon Eds. How was the flight?"

Eddie came around the counter, hugging you from behind.

" Just terrible Angel. Screaming babies and loud ladies talking about how scared they were to fly."

"Hmmm and you endured all that to be here?"

" To be here with you."

You smiled . " Well aren't you sweet?"

Eddie kissed the top of your head. " I missed you Angel."

" I missed you too, Eds. Now let me finish this turkey. I want to talk to you about something later."

Eddie gave you one last squeeze. " Oh no. Please tell me it's nothing bad?"

You shook your head. " No. Nothing bad."

" Okay. I'm gonna go say hi to my uncle. I'll be back soon."

You nodded and watched him leave.

" What are you gonna talk about?" Matthew asked.

You grinned at him. " I think I'm ready now. I want to tell him I want to be together."

" Are you sure?" Bethany asked.

You looked at her. " Yes. But it's gonna be different this time around. I'll make sure of it."

Bethany and Matthew both have you approving smiles.

Later that night everyone was sitting around the kitchen table saying things they were grateful for.

When it was your turn you looked at your little family.

" I'm thankful for all of you. You guys have been so good to me and have always been so supportive. That I don't know who I would be without each and every one of you."

You smiled at your lap seeing Eddie's hand on your thigh.

" Alright." Eddie said with a huge grin. " I'm thankful for -"

He was suddenly cut off by a knock on the door.

Bethany looked at the door. " Are we expecting anyone else Mattie?"

Your brother shook his head.

" I'll get it." You said getting up.

When you opened the door you were immediately scared.

" Matthew!"

Your brother quickly got up and went to you.

" Mom? Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"

Next thing you knew Eddie pulled you back and stood in front of you.

" Hi babies. Umm we came to say happy Thanksgiving. We uhh we brought you a pie." Your mom said.

Matthew was pissed. " You're not welcome here."

Your dad took a step up. "Look son, we're really sorry for everything we put you and your sister through. We just wanted to see you guys."

" Well we don't want to see you. Don't ever come back here!"

Your brother stepped back and slammed the door on them. Eddie turned around and cupped your face.

" Are you okay Angel?"

You swallowed thickly. " I…I want to talk to them."

Matthew turned around. " What for?! They have nothing good to say."

You looked at Matthew. " I know. But they're still our parents."

Matthew shook his head and Eddie made you look at him.

" I'm going with you."

You licked your lips. " Okay."

When you went outside your parents were just about to get in the car. Eddie was only a step behind you when you started talking.

" Happy Thanksgiving."

Your dad looked up and looked sad.

" Happy Thanksgiving baby girl."

You went to them and gave both an awkward hug.

" Look, I know that we all have stuff to say to one another. But we're good. Me and Matthew are doing great…I hope that you understand that we don't want you a part of our lives…I do love you because you gave birth to me. But I need you to never come looking for us again."

You took a step back and grabbed Eddie's hand when you saw the fury in your mother's eyes.

Your dad sighed. " Let's go honey."

You stood there with Eddie watching your parents drive away. A tear escaped and Eddie quickly caught it.

"Don't cry Angel. They're gone."

You nodded. " I just...We're safe now."

Eddie hugged you. " You were always safe. Ever since you left."

" That's because of you and Wayne."

Eddie held you tighter. " I promised that I would. And I will always keep that promise."

You kissed his chest. " I know you will."

…

You were getting ready for dinner with Eddie. After Thanksgiving you didn't get the chance to tell him you wanted to be together. But now it was 2 weeks later and you were back at school. Eddie was in town and asked you out. The plan was to ask him to be your boyfriend over dinner. And if things went well. You would spend the night with him.

Eddie stopped at the market before he went to get you. Making sure to get you the prettiest flowers they had. That's when he ran into Billy.

"Uhh hey man." Eddie said awkwardly.

" Hey."

" Umm how are you?"

" I'm okay. Dating a girl."

That was fast. Eddie thought.

" Oh cool."

" Yeah. I work with her. Guess she had liked me for a long time."

Eddie smiled. " Oh that's ummm cool."

"Yeah."

There was a weird silence that fell. Eddie gave him a nod.

" I uhh better get going."

" Hold on. I want to ask you something."

" O-okay?"

Billy sighed. " Who is the most important person in y/n's life and how did they meet?"

Eddie raised a brow and tilted his head. It was a weird question but he thought what was the harm.

"Umm well you're probably thinking it's me right?"

Billy nodded

" Shit I wish it was. But yeah. No. It's actually my uncle."

Billy looked confused.

" It was just before we started dating. She had a lot of issues with her parents. One night all those came to a head. I uhhh wasn't able to get there in time. I was a mess that night. But my uncle, being the good guy he is, stood up for her and Matthew. Gave them a safe place to stay. My uncle liked her a lot before he met her. And more after. He sees her as a daughter. And she sees him like a dad. We both do…every since that night, she's been close to him. I think more than me. But I can't be mad. He's very important to me too. He always supported us. Supported her."

Billy looked away. " I didn't know that."

" You couldn't. It's something she doesn't like talking about."

" But she did with you."

" That's because was her best friend. And we spent almost every waking moment together before I left."

" Yeah?"

Eddie gave him a thin lip smile. " Yeah....So umm."

" You should probably go."

Eddie gave him a handshake and started for the door.

" Hey umm one more thing. How does she like her coffee?"

Eddie chuckled. He knew Billy was trying to convince himself that he was the one for you.

He turned his head and looked at him.

" It depends."

Billy shook his head. That's all he needed to know. " Right. Well umm take care of her. She's a good girl."

Eddie nodded and left with a smile.

She is a good girl. The best actually. And she's going to be mine again.

When you went outside Eddie was leaning on his van, holding flowers.

" Hi Angel."

" H-hey. When did you have time to get your van?"

You closed the distance and took the flowers.

" I uhhh had it stored in a garage here. For when I come for you. I have wheels."

He gave you a hug and opened the passenger door.

" M'lady."

You gave him a sweet smile and hopped in. " Thank you Ser Munson."

Eddie chuckled and helped buckle you in. " You looked really beautiful tonight Angel."

You giggled. " No you."

Eddie laughed again and closed the door. Jogging to his side.

" So I uhhh found this place that I liked. It's a small bistro called Sips Cafè."

" Oh I know that place. They have the best blueberry scones."

Eddie grinned. " I like those too."

You both smiled and talked about what happened the past two weeks. Eddie signed a new contract for 3 more albums. As well as accepting a spot on a world tour. You had hit a snag in your project and been working effortlessly trying to figure out a solution.

When you guys pulled up to the cafè Eddie got out and opened the door for you. Offering his hand.

" Eds I think they're closed." You said taking his hand.

" Oh no. I rented the place out. So it could just be us. I don't want our dinner to be interrupted by fans."

You give him a sweet smile. " That's nice of you."

Eddie led you inside. Pulling out a chair for you. You guys sat and ate. Talking about Eddie's upcoming tour. Ever since Bad Decisions, the band started getting noticed a hell of a lot more. And word had it that one day soon they might be performing at Madison square garden. Which you could not be more proud of your friends.

After dinner Eddie started leading you up a staircase.

" Eds I don't think we can come up here."

" Don't worry Angel. It's all gonna be okay."

When you guys got to a door, Eddie turned to you.

" Do you have that key Bethany gave you?"

You were confused. " Umm yeah?"

" Can I have it?"

You looked in your purse and pulled out the key.

" Bethany said it was to a storage unit."

Eddie just smiled at you as he unlocked the door. He then gave you back the key and pushed open the door for you.

You gave him a worried look but all he did was smile and nodded for you to go in. When you went, it was dark until Eddie flipped a switch.

A little gasp left you when you saw the place. It was a huge studio apartment. Filled with all of Eddie's things. Then you saw some of your stuff around.

You walked in more studying the place. " Eds, is this your place?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " Yeah…I erm I got it when you were in Italy."

As you continued to look around you smiled to yourself, seeing the big framed picture that was a copy of the one Wayne gave you.

You pointed at the picture." You have one too?"

" Actually. That's yours. I umm took it from the trailer."

You met his eyes and they were just slits from the big beautiful smile he had.

You walked through the apartment and saw your desk with art supplies. Eddie came behind you.

" Umm for when you want to come over and draw."

You smiled got bigger when you felt his hand in yours. You moved around towards the living room. That's when your eyes found a trophy case. As you got closer you saw all of your awards. Not just the second place ones. But the first place ones too.

" H-How?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck again. " That was all Wayne. He got them from your parents. He thought you might want them."

Tears filled your eyes seeing the only one that mattered. Your award for your sketch for the Hawkins Post. And right next to it was Eddie's first B+ paper. You're heart filled seeing that one.

Eddie then led you behind a partition.

" This is the bedroom area." He said letting go of your hand.

Your eyes followed him to the large dresser.

" Half of the drawers are empty. For umm when or if you want to bring some stuff."

Was this really happening? Did Eddie buy an apartment for us?

All you could do was smile. This was a lot to comprehend.

" Oh and the best part." Eddie motioned you to follow him out to the terrace.

He flipped a switch and there were twinkle lights all around the railing and hanging on top. When you took a closer look you noticed something.

" Eds. Are those my lights I've been working on?"

Eddie smirked. " Yeah. Umm Elio helped me get some. I know you're still working on them to last longer. But I wanted you to see that I think they're perfect."

You looked at a bench that was covered up. When Eddie saw that he went over and lifted the tarp. It was a small work table.

" I thought you might need a place to work. Then maybe after you graduate, you can help convert our stage lights to yours. Maybe even help with set designs."

You wiped your tears away.

" Eds you didn't have to do this."

He came to you and cupped your face. " I wanted to. I want to have a place that feels like home to you. "

" What about you? You can't live here and live in LA. That's too much money."

" Angel, I don't live in LA anymore. My home is wherever you are."

He tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek.

" I…I don't know what to say…everything is so.." you bit your lip and looked deep into his eyes. " Beautiful."

Eddie hugged you and kissed your forehead. " Not as beautiful as you."

You guys held each other for a minute before Eddie said he forgot dessert.

" I'll be right back."

You nodded and watched him leave.

When Eddie got back he had a plate full of cupcakes.

"Angel?"

He set the plate on the counter and looked around for you. When he found you, you were in bed, holding the blanket to your chest.

" Angel? Are you-"

" I am."

He chuckled. " You don't want dessert first?"

" No…I want you."

He got undressed and climbed in with you. He was just about to kiss you when you stopped him.

" Eds, I want us to be together…I want to be your girlfriend again."

He gave you a sweet smile. " Are you ready now?"

" Since Italy."

Before he kissed you he caressed your cheek. " I love you y/n. And I promise that I always will. I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget it."

You held out your pinky. Eddie smiled and hooked it with his.

" I love you too, Eds. Always. "

…

Two years later you were walking with Eddie in a zoo. It was a cold winter so you guys were bundled up pretty good.

" Do you remember when we did that Rocky scene for Mrs Adler?"

You smiled. " Which one?"

" The second one."

" I do. It was one of the very first memories I have of wanting to kiss you."

Eddie grinned. " It was one of mine too. I wanted to kiss you so bad."

You laughed. " Should have."

" I was but then Mrs Adler stopped it."

" Yeah. She's such a butt." You giggled.

Eddie chuckled. " You have no idea."

You guys stopped at the tiger enclosure.

" I really like those movies."

" Rocky?" You asked.

" Yeah. They're so good. Had a lot of emotional scenes."

" Yeah they do."

" You uhhh you want to do one? Like old times."

You looked at him with raised brows. " Right now?"

Eddie nodded. " Yeah. Maybe we can do the one where they're in the zoo?"

" Well it is kinda perfect seeing that we're in a zoo."

Eddie turned his body towards you and grinned.

You cleared your throat and started.

(You as Adrien)

"What are we doin' here at the zoo?"

(Eddie as Rocky)

"Oh, ya know, I kinda like the zoo a lot, you know It's a special place, especially when it snows, ya know, it kinda smells clean and everything like that you know? Don't you like the zoo? Huh?"

(You)

"I like the zoo."

(Eddie)

"Yeah, me too….You know, I was wonderin', like...What do you think you're doin' for, like, the next, uh... 40 or 50 years?"

(You)

"What do you mean?"

(Eddie)

"Uhhhhhh…. I was wonderin' if, uh... you wouldn't mind marrying me very much?"

(You)

"What'd ya say?"

Eddie got closer and lifted your beanie a little.

(Eddie)

"If you wouldn't mind marryin' me too much."

Why does it feel like you're really asking me?

(You)

"Yes. I'd like to marry you."

(Eddie smiled)

"Yeah?"

(You)

"Yes."

Eddie stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand.

" Marry me Angel?"

Your eyes softened as you smiled.

" Yes, Eds. I'll marry you."

Eddie chuckled. " Yeah?"

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Yes."

Eddie kissed you to seal the deal. " I love you so much Angel. And I can't wait to start a family."

" Ahhh… not too soon I hope. Gotta finish school first."

" Well duh! And we have to finish moving into the house."

" Is that why we got a big one?"

Eddie kissed you again. " Our babies need the room."

" Babies? As in multiple?"

" Yeah baby. We're gonna fill a tour bus."

You giggled. " Is that right?"

" Absolutely! I can see it now." He put up his hand and gestured. " Corroded Coffin and The Munson's."

" I like the sound of that."

Eddie pulled you along to finish the visit.

" Finally gonna make it official."

" Make what official?" You asked

" Making you mine forever and ever."

You smiled up at him. " I was already yours forever."

" I know. But now the whole world will know. That an Angel officially took me off the market."

You laughed playfully pushing him.

Eddie smirked and finished the scene. This time with a Philly accent.

"I'll be a good guy, I promise. I ain't gonna do nothin' wrong. I ain't gonna leave no hair in the sink or nothin' like that, you know? Things are gonna be great, you know that? Hey, hey we're gettin' married, you know! You wanna come? If you can get out for the weekend, I'll send you an invitation Mr. Tiger. That's fantastic, ain't it?"

You shook your head. " You're too much Eds."

" Not too much I hope."

You grinned. " Never."

…

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mino2aur · 8 months

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sorry for my low postage lately ive been moving house. i have also gained access to Tubi Dot Com which has shown me a wide selection of just the worst movies ever made

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hollywrite · 25 days

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˚୨୧ NAVI ୨୧˚

welcome to my blog!

im holly🍒, im a brazilian girl

writing for girl groups

safe place for sapphics <3

˚୨୧ MASTERLIST ୨୧˚ ˚୨୧ W.I.P. LIST ୨୧˚

who I write for?

blackpink, itzy, aespa, twice, red velvet, gidle, dreamcatcher, kiss of life & le sserafim

what I write?

what I do not write?

smut - mainly - (warnings always on the beginning), suggestive, fluff, angst, horror, supernatural, omegaverse, g!p, hybrid au, kinks in general, also taboo kinks. tbh anything that doesn't be down below. also love write stuff inspired by songs or movies.

scat play, male reader/gender neutral, g!p reader (blame my bottom ass), knife kink, step kink, age regression, pedophilia, stuff involving littles, rape (CNC is fine), incest (step-cest is fine)

english isn't my first language so, sorry for any future mistakes, sweeties.

OBS: on my wip list there's not full and complete stories, actually are more ideas I have and I place there, are stories to develop; the order there doesn't mean postage order!

my biases: rose, yeji, karina, momo, tzuyu & nayeon (but lately I've been pretty into jihyo), seulgi, jiu, soyeon, yunjin or maybe sakura (still deciding) - I just wanted to share cause I wanted to? jk, but also to you guys know and may share yours too and share thoughts.

requests open! :) always wanted to do it

- holly. 🍒

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just-your-average-author · 2 years

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Brendon Urie and Brad Pitts

heyo! @rosileeduckie was the first to reply to my 1-8 question and they picked 5! so here we have a newly revamped fic from the archives. I was secretly so excited to post as this is one of my personal favorites.

also side note, sorry for the lack of postage recently, i was going through an almost breakup (never fear, things have worked out) and then i had surgery so I've been out of commission for a bit lol. but!! i am working on a new fic tho which should be able to be posted in the near future. anywho thanks for reading. reblogs and comments make my day, i read every one. thank you all <3

Roman knew that look. That look meant he had crossed the line. That look meant that if he didn’t get out of Virgil’s line of vision in exactly four seconds, he was doomed.

“Roman.” Virgil’s voice was still and calm to an outsider, but Roman recognized the true malice behind the tone. His body flooded with terror.

“Um, yeah?” he asked, wincing and closing one eye as if to escape the death stare he was being given.

“Did you just say that Brendon Urie was an overrated singer?” Virgil’s voice remained monotone, but that only betrayed his true intentions all the more.

Virgil and Roman were cuddled up in Virgil’s bed, Roman being the little spoon as he was resting his head on Virgil’s chest (a tragic move now seeing that he was extremely vulnerable), and the pair were discussing their favorite music. A friendly enough conversation for most people. They had mini banters here and there, debating on what was classified as rock versus pop-punk. But oh- Roman had to go and cross the line. He just had to insult Virgil’s favorite singer of all time.

“N-no?” he stuttered, obviously unsure of himself.

“You do realize his vocal range is higher then your IQ, right?”

“I didn’t say anything,” lied the boy, now getting increasingly anxious. He had dug himself a grave.

“Oh, but I believe you did,” Virgil replied, slowly sitting up from his position, and letting Roman’s head softly fall off his chest and onto the pillow. He faced to Roman with a sinister look. “I’m pretty sure I heard you say that.”

“Virgil-” pleaded Roman, getting more desperate by the second, but yet had to make himself bite back a smile.

Virgil growled playfully. “I’m sorry, but it’s too late. The damage has been done.”

Roman found himself tittering in anticipation already.

Virgil broke character for a moment to smile at his giggly nature. “Oh? You think this is funny?” he challenged, ironically smiling brightly as well.

“Noho, Sir!”

“Did you just laugh at me?” asked Virgil, with a now dopey smile covering his face.

“What? No! Not at all!” Roman protested, yet the giggles behind his voice gave away his lie. He sunk down into the mattress further, but still couldn’t wipe the excited smile off his face for the life of him. For that matter, neither could Virgil.

“That’s it!” Virgil pounced, and quickly pinned Roman’s hands above his head, all while smirking down at him. Roman didn’t even fight or protest; he peaceably accepted his fate. Virgil moved his wrists to only one hand and wiggled the non-occupied hand’s fingers menacingly. “So, Brad Pitts,” he cooed, annunciating the second part of the nickname as a grave foreshadowing to his plan. Roman blush wasn’t well hidden, even under the cloak of night. “You gonna tell me the truth? I might be able to spare you some mercy, hm?” Virgil leaned in closer, the fingers still wiggling dangerously close to his tickle spot.

Roman bit his lip to hold back the hysterical giggles already threatening to spill as he contemplated his next move. Virgil’s ler face was too flustering and adorable to take seriously. They both knew he wanted this.

“I wasn’t laughing at you!” Roman countered stubbornly.

Virgil sighed, despite the smile still staying put. “Fine. Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

He took his free hand and lowered it closer to Roman’s exposed armpit, all while Roman squirmed and tittered underneath him.

“Oh? Extra nervous tonight, aren’t we?” he teased, continuously moving his wiggling fingers closer and closer. Roman didn’t reply. With a single wink, Virgil launched his hand at full speed and began mercilessly scratching the hollows of his armpits. Roman immediately burst into cackles, his back pressed into the mattress as he tried to escape the torment.

“Nahahaha!” Roman squealed and kicked out from underneath his captor. “Dohohohon‘t!”

“Aww,” cooed Virgil. “Someone a little too tickle, tickle, ticklish for my tickles?”

Roman blushed furiously, now hiding his face in his arm. “Stahahap!”

“Stop what, Ro?” he asked, a lilt to his voice.

“Stahahap sahahaying thahat word!” he giggles out, slightly breathless.

Virgil grinned. “What word? Tickle? Is tickle the word you don’t like?”

“Vihihihirge!”

“Whaaaat?” he teased. “Just asking if tickle is the bad word. So to clarify, you don’t want me to comment on your ticklishness and how much the tickly tickles are getting to you?”

Roman only blushed harder in reply, face now bright red, and his laughter growing wheezy. “Vihihirgil, please!”

“Okay, okay,” laughed Virgil. He lowered his scratching fingers down to his ribs, skittering them experately up and down the bones, wiggling in between the spaces, leaving his lee a hopeless mess. Roman kicked again, which Virgil responded by quickly kneading his right hip, digging in all around the bone. Roman screeched.

“NOHOHO! I’m sahahaHAHARY!!” he called out, currently on the brink of hysterics.

“Sorry?” Virgil asked incredulously. “The great Roman Sanders is sorry? When is he ever sorry?”

Roman’s eyes were screwed shut, but he could hear that wretched smile perfectly. “Ple-“ he hiccuped. “Phehehehehease!”

Virgil rolled his eyes fondly. “Fine.”

He stopped the torturous touches, and released Roman’s wrist. He laid back down next to Roman and shut his eyes. He contentedly listened to the sound of Roman controlling his leftover giggles and settle his breathing. One adequately flustered prince to go.

Roman groaned softly after he had caught his breath and rolled over to fling an arm around Virgil.

“Mm, you’re mean,” he mumbled, face now buried half in the pillow and half in Virgil’s chest.

Virgil scoffed softly. “So I’ve been told.” He rested his head on Roman’s in response to the cuddle request. “But you love it.”

Virgil barely made out Roman’s retort before he felt the prince drift into unconsciousness. He shifted down a little himself, feeling the strong arms that wrapped around his waist tighten, and drifted off to sleep with happiness in his heart.

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ladyzee-oddityhunter · 8 months

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He Saw WHAT!? Interview With a Real GLITCH Scientist

[The video begins with Zee standing in a hotel room with two queen beds. The one directly behind her has her open satchel and a set of pink polka dot pajamas on it, and the one behind that contains her sliggo, Tala, and her sensu oricorio, Carmelita. They’re nestled in the balled up blankets]

“Hello my lovely skiddo kiddos! You’re here with Lady Zee, and I have a special treat for you today! It’s a little late, sorry, I’m still working out the whole living in a hotel in Hoenn thing, but better late than never, right? Last week I got to meet with a glitch researcher based in Hoenn and do a quick interview. These are just the highlights to keep it snappy, but if you want the full thing just let me know! Enjoy!”

[The scene swipes away and is replaced by the pre-recorded footage in a lab in Lilycove. Zee is standing side by side with a lanky, glasses-wearing blue-haired man in a labcoat. A small herd of pokemon is in the background; A kadabra, a very chubby pelipper, and something resembling a VERY large pile of feathers. The pile of feathers seems to be breathing. Tala also slowly creeps her way into view, exploring]

“HeLLO my lovely skiddo kiddos! You’re here with me, Lady Zee, and today I’m with a VERY special guest! This is Simon, a glitch researcher with Devon Corp.”

She pauses for just a moment to let him say hello. There’s a sound from him. It’s not a loud sound.

“Today we’re going to start our discovery of glitch pokemon, but before that I wanna rave about Sweet Skies Malasadas! Do you want to try Alola’s speciality dessert, but you just can’t find the time to go ALL the way to Alola? Sweet Skies MAILED us this box of malasadas just after I got to Hoenn, and after just a few minutes in the oven or with your favorite fire pokemon, they taste like they’re FRESH out of the fryer!

I warmed these up in the hotel’s breakfast toaster oven because I’m lazy. And also don’t have a house at the moment. But anyway, search Sweet Skies Malasadas on your rotom phone and use the code ZEE10 to save ten percent on your first order!”

[The footage in the lab is spliced with a shot of Zee opening a pink and white postage box, then another shot of her nearly setting a toaster oven on fire at a hotel breakfast spread. Just as a significant plume of smoke begins rising out and Zee flails away, it cuts back to the lab]

Present day Zee waves her hands in a showy gesture of excitement and flashes a pearly smile.

“Now!” She turns to Simon, pink hair whooshing over her shoulder with the movement. “Simon, a pretty basic but fun question. You’re a GLITCH researcher. That is super niche and pretty risky just looking at what you share. What made you want to follow this particular career path? Why not do something with regular pokemon?”

There’s a solid beat of silence as Simon appears lost in thought. Then he gives a small start as if realizing he’d been asked a question, blinks, and opens his mouth.

"Uh.. right.." He starts, "Um... well believe it or not I actually started on this career path back in Kanto. I took an internship with Silph Co. And it was a project one of the departments was working on. Glitch Research. I guess one thing led to another and here I am. I guess I didn't realize what I was getting into at the time."

[The camera pans around the lab, showing some of the pokemon wandering around, a few other lab workers, a worryingly large pile of pomeg berries, and a room labeled “Danger: Bad Eggs” filled with an even more worrying number of eggs]

“So what does a normal work day look like for you?” Zee continues. “Are you clocking in to study anything new right now? I imagine it’s egg and pomeg berry related.”

"Well... the Pomegs are a bit of a surplus we have from our last project." He explains, "You've probably heard of the term 'Glitzer Popping'. It's a slang term for the state induced by consuming Pomeg berries while nearly pushed to the point of exhaustion. It can trigger a heightened mental state that can alter one's perception of time."

Zee maintains a somewhat lost but interested smile as Simon provides his matter-of-fact explanation. Perhaps this is perfectly common knowledge to scientists.

"We had been using this method to attempt to make contact with a glitch pokemon called the Decamark. Or ten question marks. We've found however that this method, and possibly making contact with this pokemon at all is... well incredibly dangerous"

[The video freezes, and there’s an added voiceover from Zee]

“If you haven’t see Simon’s decamark videos, I’ll include a link below. Content warning for hopelessness, poisoning, and threat of death. Do not try to recreate his experiment at home.”

[The video resumes]

Zee is looking off to the side, and the camera zooms dramatically in on the “Danger: Bad Eggs” sign.

“Can you tell us about the Bad Eggs? How’s an EGG an invasive species?”

"Well," Simon goes on, "Bad Eggs aren't actual eggs. They are actually more like egg shaped pokemon. The main issue with them is how they reproduce. They can cause waves of corruption called surges. Causing these allows them to reproduce and create more Bad Eggs, but it’s also incredibly destructive. It makes them the only Pokemon that see humans as a prey item that they can hunt."

Zee frowns. ”So they’re like predatory togepies? And you just have a room full of them over there? Must make it easy to relax.”

Her sliggo begins to show just a little too much interest in exploring toward the danger door, so Zee stoops, and a loud, wet slurping noise follows as she forcefully peels the snail pokemon from the floor. Tala continues to squirm for freedom even as Zee cradles her.

“So what does a surge look like?” Zee continues. “And how does a Bad Egg, like, eat?

"A surge is... well.." Simon pauses in thought.

"You know it’s a strangely quiet phenomenon. Actually it makes very little sound. Visually it can look like... stripes of static. And it can cause people caught within it to appear to de-synch with themselves." He makes a gesture as if very familiar with the scenario, but Zee furrows her brows, struggling to visualize his description.

“Let’s talk about something a little more chill,” She suggests. “When you’re not at work, what do you like to do? Do you have any hobbies or personal projects?”

"So... um... I'm not really very much of a trainer, but I do have a little team I'm training." He goes on, "I do have a rival! He's from Glitch City of course. We've actually both won a badge on the circuit. Just one mind you, but it's still been fun to try our hands at battling."

Zee visibly perks up at the mention of this mysterious place, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she watches Simon with wide eyes.

”Ohh, Glitch City? I’ve been trying to find out how to get there. Do you know? Could you show me some time?”

“Well, I do know the way, but we aren't volunteering that information to just anyone right now. " He says, "Maybe I could ask Professor Zzazz about it. She's... er... probably watching actually." He glances into the camera and waves a little "Hi Zzazz. Hi �aver!"

Zee spends a moment mouthing the second name Simon said, visibly baffled by the “Kz” sound at the beginning. She wrinkles her nose. That’s a question for later.

[There’s a cut, and Zee is smiling again]

“Speaking of pokemon types, my next question! If you could be a pokemon for a day, which one would you want to be? It can be anything! Even a glitch one, you’ll just have to explain it to me.”

Simon chuckles for the first time, finally looking somewhat at ease. "Well, I've said before I'd love to know what it's like to be an E3. They're such smart, curious creatures. I do wonder what's going on in their heads."

[His dialogue is spliced with a close up shot of the breathing giant pile of feathers in the background]

"Otherwise... maybe a 4 4? They have a very potent visualtoxin that makes them hard to look at, but the coloration is impressive, and actually really beautiful! Just a massive array of blues and greens. I do wonder what it's like to look at the world as one. They must be able to perceive many more colors than we can. I imagine it would be fascinating."

When he finishes speaking, Zee continues to watch him for another moment with a growing fond smile.

“So this isn’t one of the planned questions, but what can you tell me about the 4 4? Is that your favorite pokemon? Is it also… Bird type?”

"Oh, 4 4?" He asks, "Actually yes, it's a Bird/Normal type. I wouldn't call it my favorite pokemon, it's just one that interests me. Favorite might need to be E3 really. 4 4 are actually rather dangerous. They have the most potent visualtoxin of any pokemon besides Mimikyu. They won't kill you, like a Mimikyu will, but they can have some nasty effects if you look at them directly. Still a fascinating pokemon. We think the body may resemble an urchin, covered in spines. It's also about twenty feet tall. "

[A quick overlay of three and a half Zee’s are stacked on top of each other, helpfully labeled “<—For Scale”]

“Okay!” Zee sweeps her hand up toward the ceiling, flashing the gold underside of her cape. “Next question! WHAT is the absolute CRAZIEST thing you’ve ever done?”

"Well," He says, "I guess I did help quell the 3TrainerPoke in Celedon... but mostly I was just giving advice there. Wasn't allowed to leave the hospital. Er.. hm... I did take a trip into what I can only describe as the Backrooms once in the back of a Pokemart. Recorded the whole thing. Found the weirdest Skitty I've ever seen back there. Time really does flow differently down there."

Zee waits for a few moments after he finishes. She then grins knowingly at him and holds a finger to her painted lips. “You don’t have to censor yourself for me, mimicutie. This is an R rated stream. For frightening or disturbing content, of course, so you can keep your top on. And your bottom. And your shoes.”

There’s a pause as Simon seems to consider this. There’s a little tension in his face as if he’s uncertain about continuing, but he does. "Well, I'm sure you've seen some of the Decamark things. " He says, "You've... er ... talked about those. I've also dealt with a couple temporal surges. Those split the timeline and can show you every possible outcome of your every action. I've er... induced them once or twice. Mostly by accident. They're caused by a Pokemon move, but the effects they can cause are rather astonishing. Like... being able to see every possible eventuality spreading out in front of you like they're threads you could reach out and grab."

“Nooo way. You’re TOTALLY messing with me.” Her brilliant white grin splits her face. “So you actually, literally saw the multiverse? What… What did you see?” She takes in a dainty, likely practiced gasp. “Did you see your own DEATH? What move causes that? What… Are there long term effects?”

Simon goes a little pale, but he soldiers on. "The move is an undefined one. Name is almost unpronouncable. But when it's called, that's what it does. Splits time in a sense." He meets her eyes, "And, yes, actually. I saw every eventuality, and some of them did include my own death.

"Actually, I did see some kind of specter at the end of one of them. I don't know how to describe it. If you've ever seen a Decamark... it had a similar look to it but bigger, longer, much more... human like. Staring at it felt like staring death itself in the face. Like standing next to oblivion."

Zee’s enamored smile widens. “So what do you think you saw? Like a nihilego? Death? It sounds a lot like a light at the end of the tunnel sort of thing. How did seeing all of that not drive you totally insane?” She raises a brow, but her grin never falters. “Am I trapped in this lab with a mad man?”

[The scene cuts before he can answer. It resumes with them still in the same spot with Zee unmurdered by the potentially mad scientist]

Zee flips her vibrant pink hair over her shoulder. “So I guess you didn’t try filming that part? If it was a real thing and not just a hallucination, the camera would have detected something, right? Promise you’ll invite me over next time you’re going to do it.”

She winks at him. “Well, I’ve probably talked your ears off long enough. Do you have any questions for me or words of wisdom for your new fans?”

"Words of wisdom, well. ah...."

After a moment of scrambling for words, a little smile graces his face.

"Well, just remember to keep an open mind about the people and Pokemon you meet. Even if they're a little unpredictable, you know?"

Zee claps her hands once, emitting a sharp snap that echoes in the lab. “Okay! Thank you so much for joining us today, everyone! And Simon, thank you so much for having me. This was a lot of fun!

“Remember, everything we discussed today was done and practiced by a professional. Don’t try any of it at home. And don’t forget to follow Simon’s page to keep up with his research. He’s doing some really cool things here.”

Zee sweeps her right hand across her chest, then snaps it out to the side, flashing the golden underside of her cape.

“Again, thank you so much for your love and support! If you haven’t already, don’t forget to subscribe, and I’ll see you at the next stream!

“And remember skiddos, mommy loves you!”

[The following black screen is overlayed with white text reading, “Simon took me to a corner cafe in Lilycove during his lunch break…”]

[A photo of Simon laying facedown on the ground with his pelipper perched on his back, proudly gobbling down his sandwich]

“RIP Simon’s Dignity

2023 - 2023”

Find Simon’s Decamark Vlogs: @pokeglitchden

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 This was pretty long

Part 6 Holy moly!

Part 7 Make it stop

Part 8 Oh, thank goodness

#pokemon irl #zee streams

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Sing Character Tourney

Sorry for the bit late postage, but here comessssss

Round Seven!!!

Below is the link to the polls to vote on your faves!

Ryan vs Porsha [ x ]

Meena vs Ash [ x ]

Click "Keep Reading" for me pretending to me a sports commentator (once again), plus stats

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I guess this is my way of saying that I'm not longer doing fun covers for my fan-fic chapters anymore. It was the thing that was kinda stressing me in terms of posting them and hopefully that will mean that chapters will come out a lot quicker in the future.

Chapter four is like, halfway done, but in the meantime, enjoy chapter three! Like I said, this is a bit of a filler chapter, celebrating a certain someone's date of birth :3c

ALSO I should probably let ya'll know that if there's anything here that makes you uncomfortable PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Don't be all passive aggressive and make vague posts about me or w/e.

Charles opened his eyes, groaning as his processes started to boot up. It had been at least a few weeks since he had been kicked out of the government. A few weeks since his upgrades and such. In between some of the missions he had helped Henry and Ellie with (he could consider himself an official member of their PI agency he supposed), getting a new helicopter license (at the suggestion of Ellie and Henry, for whatever reason), and of course, the Toppats causing trouble, he was pretty wiped out most of the time.

In fact, his sleep schedule was starting to take a toll as well. Usually, he would manage to boot himself out of sleep mode without much problem at around six or seven AM, but thanks to being kicked out of the government forces, Charles was now waking up as late as eleven AM or even one PM. He kicked himself for his, as he looked at the UI and saw that it was now twelve thirty six.

I wish Henry or Ellie would wake me up earlier, Charles thought as he rose out of bed, trying to get himself to walk as he crookedly waltzed towards the door and opened it, heading down the long hall.

“Charles! You’re finally awake!” he heard Ellie say through static. He finally managed to get his ears working as he rubbed his eyes (another habit he had picked up from watching the other humans do it).

“Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah, I’m sorry Ellie, I was just-” Charles gasped as he looked at the scene in front of him. In the kitchen, surrounding the table were Henry, Ellie, Rupert, and Dave, smiling as he saw a stack of pancakes on the table with eight candles on top. As the four of them began to sing happy birthday, he very hastily opened his calendar app and looked to see what day it was. May twenty seventh… his birthday. How could he have forgotten his own birthday?

“Happy birthday, Charles!” Ellie shouted, doing a flourish with her arms. Rupert clapped his hands as his cheeks turned bright red as Dave bounced in place and Henry smiled sweetly at him, almost sort of proud as Charles covered his mouth.

“Guys… you didn’t have to…” Charles said softly.

“We totally had to!” Ellie said, “In fact, it would be great if yoooouuuu got out of the apartment for like… a few hours?”

“Really?” Charles said, “But I haven’t eaten my birthday breakfast…”

“You can do that, but afterwards, get out,” Ellie said bluntly.

“Ellie,” Henry said gently as Ellie covered her mouth. He turned to sign to Charles as he sat down to take one of the candles, crunching on it.

SORRY, IT’S JUST THAT ME AND ELLIE HAVE A REALLY BIG SURPRISE FOR YOU AND WE DON’T WANT TO SPOIL IT WHILE YOU’RE HERE. YOU CAN SPEND THE DAY WITH RUPERT AND DAVE WHILE YOU WAIT FOR US TO GET DONE WITH EVERYTHING, Henry signed at him as Charles nodded his head.

“I have a present for you too, Charles!” Dave said, “It’s just… back at my place.”

“You didn’t bring it with you?” Rupert said, “Geez…”

“It’s not a big deal. Since Charles is getting kicked out, it’ll be a good excuse to head out there and uh, hang out you know.” Charles had been to Dave’s apartment before. It was very small and not very comfortable. Even his room was cramped, being only enough to hold his bed and a small dresser, which didn’t even hold half of the things he wore. And his kitchen was the size of a postage stamp as well.

“Tell ya what: how about we meet Rupert’s apartment and you can bring your present there?” Charles said.

“Ah… right, my apartment is kinda… yeah…” Dave fidgeted nervously as Charles took a bit of pancake on his fork and hovered it in front of Rupert.

“Want some?” Charles said as Rupert’s face practically turned crimson.

“Um… sure…” Rupert said, opening his mouth as Charles fed him. The three of them giggled as they started to pass around some more pancakes. Before long, Charles was lacing up his shoes, ready to head out as he waved to Ellie and Henry.

“Bye you guys! See you tonight!” Charles said.

“Bye Charlie! Stay safe!” Ellie said, “How much more do you have to do?” Charles couldn’t hear anything else as the apartment closed behind him, Rupert taking his hand to lead him away from the door. Dave waved nervously as he rushed over to where he lived to grab Charles’ present as Rupert and Charles walked with each other to his own.

“Now now, you’ll know what your surprise soon enough. Maybe you should contact your other friends? Maybe they left some messages for ya?” Rupert said.

“Besides Calvin and Konrad?” Charles opened his messenger app to see that it was practically lit up. Scientists from the research and science division of the base had individually messaged him wishing him a happy birthday. Meanwhile, he had gotten a lengthy message from General Galeforce wishing him a happy birthday (and something about Santa Claus and Rupert having his present for him). He tried to push that out of his mind as he glanced at the near identical happy birthday messages from Calvin and Konrad. Even in internet text form, they seemed to be the same, even sending him identical birthday memes.

And of course, Amelia wasn’t exempt from the birthday wishes, wishing him a happy birthday (and telling him it was off by a few days but it was within the range, so it still counted). And that she had a present for him too, so if he had the chance to sneak away, he could grab it. Charles made a face at this, but in the end, whatever it was had to have been gotten through some legitimate means, right? And it was another present and he loved getting presents, as immature as it sounded.

Charles and Rupert finally approached his apartment building, heading inside and riding the elevator up before Charles collapsed on Rupert’s couch.

“Uh, by the way, General Galeforce said he wanted me to give you this,” Rupert said, handing him a wrapped box, “He said he’d send you a message, but he wanted me to tell you ‘Happy Birthday Charlie.’”

“Wow…” Charles said, taking the box gingerly as he glanced at it. It was pretty light, so he probably guessed it was another model. As he tore the wrapping paper off of the box, he confirmed it as he smiled, seeing the model helicopter flying on the box and hugged it tightly.

“I can’t wait to get home to build this!” Charles said, “Ah, I’ll have to message him and thank him. Did you get me a present?” Rupert blushed as he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“Ah, well, I might have gotten something for ya, but… it’s not here yet. It’ll be here… later?” Rupert was making up all sorts of excuses because his gift was something a bit more personal. Something that he couldn’t openly talk about with anyone else but Charles. Maybe it was also a psuedo gift to himself as well. After all, you couldn’t exactly wrap your feelings in a box, but he had been bottling his emotions for years…

“Aw, come on, give me a hint!” Charles said, “Is it like a box of pens? I can eat the pens!”

“No, no, it’s something else,” Rupert said, “Something you can’t quite wrap up.”

“Ooooh… it’s a metaphor gift. I can’t eat that, but I kinda like the sound of it!” Charles said hopefully, “What is it? Give me a hint, give me a hint! Is it a speech about how great friends we are and-”

“Charlie,” Rupert said impatiently, causing Charles to shrink back a bit. Rupert cringed at this before he glanced to the side, “Sorry, it’s just that… I’m not sure how to put it into words. Maybe it would be better if I did it later.”

“OK!” Charles said, back to his usual cheery self. But something in his eyes said otherwise, they were searching, almost curious. He couldn’t help but notice a little bit of shine in them as well, despite being artificial.

It didn’t really matter though, because Charles had gone back to admiring his new model kit and Rupert couldn’t help but smile back warmly, almost feeling the fluttering in his heart.

It was interrupted by a knock on the door as Rupert jumped, a little annoyed by the interruption. Charles looked up hopefully as Rupert answered the door and Dave entered sheepishly, holding two boxes in his hands.

“More presents! Are they empty? Is it a metaphor?” Charles said.

“Huh? What? No?” Dave glanced at Rupert with a confused expression on his face as he shrugged.

“Charlie’s hyped up on birthday energy right now. I bet you if you looked at his processes, there would be little birthday cakes in text… pictures…” Rupert said, stumbling a bit.

“It’s called ASCII art,” Dave said, handing the first box to Charles as he smiled at him. Dave sat on the couch next to them, smiling as Charles opened up the box and pulled out a t-shirt with a slogan that said “Thinking. Please wait…” with a progress bar between each line.

“There’s a couple more in there. I figured you’re probably getting tired of wearing the same thing, you know,” Dave said.

“’Downloading Will to Care...’ sometimes I do feel like that…” Charles said, “Wow, Dave these are so cool! And you got me a couple of plain ones as well.”

“I’m glad you like them!” Dave said, “I was so afraid that you wouldn’t like them and I would have to you know, return them… Anyway, I also baked these for you.” Dave handed Charles another box as Charles opened it up and gasped. There were a dozen colorful cupcakes lined up, decorated with buttercream frosting and lots of little items, like paper clips, fake gemstones, and little erasers.

“Woah! There’s thumbtacks on this one!” Charles said, pointing at a cupcake and picking it up, licking his lips.

“Guess you can’t share those…” Rupert muttered.

“Well, maybe if you pick them off…” Dave said.

“Nah, let’s let him have them. I’m pretty sure he would love to have them all to himself,” Rupert said. Charles flinched at this before handing a cupcake to Rupert.

“Ah, no thanks I’m good. I’m thumbtack intolerant,” Rupert said sheepishly as Dave giggled. Charles began ate another cupcake or two before plugging himself into Rupert’s TV as the three of them decided to play some video games. After a few rounds of Mario Kart, Super Smash Brothers, and Turf Battle XLR Mach 7, the three of them decided it was time for lunch.

“So where should we eat your birthday lunch? I have a feeling you have a meeting with a certain person after you’re done with us,” Rupert said.

“Ah, well…” Charles fidgeted nervously, “I mean, I guess old habits die hard, you know…”

“It’s alright, I’m not gonna chew you out too much for it, I suppose,” Rupert muttered, “But it just bothers me a little bit, you know. I don’t understand how you can make friends with those… heathens.”

“Yeah, I know, but even heathens have their high points. Like Henry for instance,” Charles pointed out. Rupert puffed his cheeks out, trying to come up with an argument as Dave cleared his throat.

“Uh, are we gonna go eat?” Dave asked.

“Sorry Dave…” Rupert said, “Just don’t fall too hard under their spell. I don’t want them tricking you.”

“Yeah, like I’d let them,” Charles said, “I’m not gonna let them trick me that easily.”

“Alright,” Rupert said, “Shall we depart than?” The three of them headed out of the apartment, heading down the street to the park as they eyed the food trucks.

“I want something a little more sustaining for you guys. And maybe prepared in a building?” Charles said, “We always eat at Gouda’s though… maybe we should eat something like…”

“Pizza?!” Rupert said hopefully before covering his mouth, “Ah, wait, it’s your birthday, you should eat what you want.”

“Now I want pizza,” Charles said, “We should eat pizza.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, there’s a place I had in mind actually,” Rupert said, “If you guys are up for it, I mean.”

“We’re up for anything,” Dave said. Charles bounced in place as Rupert smiled, nodding his head.

“Well, than follow me,” Rupert said as he started to lead the group.

“Lead the way, Pizza King!” Charles said.

“Go Pizza King go!” Dave shouted as they followed Rupert through town. They headed through the shopping district, watching people holding bags of clothes, groceries and other things as they walked through town, taking in all the sights.

“It feels nice just to get out once and while,” Dave said, “I love walking through town with you GUUUuuuyyyss… Charles what the heck?”

“They can’t see me, they can’t see me, they can’t see me, they can’t see me…” Charles said over and over again as Rupert and Dave looked to see a poster for a kids restaurant. Appropriately named Pizza-PALOOZA (in all caps), there were three colorful looking cartoon animal characters, a bright looking cow character in the middle with a big smile on their face, a cartoon bubble saying “Moooove over, dudes!”

“It’s just an ad for that new kids place that opened recently,” Rupert said, “Charles, it’s just a poster, it’s not real.”

“THOSE ANIMATRONICS ARE FREAKY MAN! They’re like androids that have lost their free will…” Charles shouted.

“Geez,” Rupert said, patting Charles on the back, “C’mon, it’s not gonna get you, don’t worry.” Charles eyed the poster nervously as he walked with the pair.

When they finally reached the restaurant that Rupert had in mind, Charles bounced in place as they were seated at a booth.

“This place is amazing. They’ve been around for twenty years and have not changed their recipe at all. I swear this if this was the only place I could eat pizza, I would. It’s probably the closest that it’s gotten to another place I used to eat pizza in New Stick City,” Rupert explained as Charles bounced in place a little, looking around warily.

“There’s no animatronics here are there? Please tell there aren’t,” Charles said.

“Uh, the claw machine over there is rigged if you wanna have an argument with that,” Rupert muttered as a waiter walked up to take their order. Rupert accidentally let it slip that it was Charles’ birthday, so they had to sit through an awful routine that the waiters felt like they were being held at gunpoint to do while they ate their food. Even Charles seemed a bit uncomfortable after the little song and dance was over.

“I would have been more happy with more pizza…” Charles muttered as the waiters dispersed, looking to the crowd of people muttering amongst themselves. Charles recognized two Toppats, who were wearing civilian clothes and decided to keep an eye on them, hoping they wouldn’t be bold enough to rob a family restaurant.

Luckily, nothing came of it as they tipped the waiter and headed out of the restaurant, catching a glimpse of a child who was begging their mom to go to Pizza-PALOOZA.

“There’s pizza here, honey. Pizza that doesn’t taste like cardboard…” the mom said tiredly as she opened the door.

“Man, why do you think the pizza at places like that tastes like cardboard?” Dave asked as they started to walk towards a park to relax a little bit.

“I think they have a deal with the recycling plants,” Rupert said, giggling a bit, “They probably cart all the cardboard that doesn’t get used to those places and they try to pass it off as pizza.”

“Do they really?” Charles asked, a little shocked.

“No Charles, they don’t, it’s a joke about how pizza at kids places tastes terrible,” Rupert said, “Heck, even when I was a kid and went to Chester Cheezy’s, I hated the pizza there. My mom and I always just went to play the arcade games and take advantage of the free refills.”

“That sounds fun. Minerva seems like a gamer to me…” Charles said, “Did she ever get a high score?” Rupert gave it some thought before he smirked.

“Once… my mom was a whiz at the original Turf Battle XLR. She practically kicked butt at that game. I think there’s an old picture in our attic of her playing the game while a bunch of kids crowded around her,” Rupert said, “It was amazing.”

“I saw that picture! Remember, when we visited?” Charles said, “Does she know today is my birthday?!”

“You just want more birthday presents, Charles!” Dave teased, slapping his arm as Charles giggled.

“OK, a little bit,” Charles muttered, “But it would be nice to get more birthday wishes.”

“My mom really seemed to like you when I introduced you. If she were here, she would have baked you a big old birthday cake,” Rupert said.

“Even better than my cupcakes?” Dave said softly, a little hurt.

“I thought your cupcakes were delicious Dave! Especially the one with the little erasers on top! It’s like you know me five thousand percent!” Charles said. The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon in the park, watching people fly kites and drones, walking through and taking in the scenery and even playing a game or two.

Charles ended up giving Rupert and Dave a hard time during their impromptu game of hide and seek, but Dave was eventually declared the unofficial winner and Rupert was happy to buy him ice cream from a cart nearby.

Around six o’clock, Dave ended up heading back home, saying he had to get ready for work and that he would definitely love to hang out again sometime. Charles and Rupert walked back to his apartment so Charles could pick up his birthday gifts and be on his way as well.

“So, Rupert, you never gave me your gift,” Charles said as they approached his apartment building, “Didn’t you say you had a gift for me?” Rupert flinched as he pushed the button on the elevator, trying to form the words in his head. He had, for the longest time, tried to figure out how he was going to confess his feelings to Charles.

He remembered something his mom had said about confessing your feelings to someone. It’s like diving into the deep end of an icy cold pool. You just have to take a deep breath, plunge in, and hope you don’t get hypothermia. He shook as he turned the key to apartment, opening it up and gesturing for Charles to sit down.

“So, what’s up?” Charles recognized the look on Rupert’s face. He had a serious look in his eyes, obviously telling of something being wrong.

“Lately, I’ve been thinking about… how I really feel about you and stuff,” Rupert said, trying to piece together what he was going to say, “I, well, I just… I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a complete doofus, but remember when I was in the med bay a month after we met? I couldn’t stand being without you next to me. You were right there next to me and I felt calmer and safer somehow. I hadn’t felt like that since I was so young.” Rupert took a deep breath in as he tried to calm himself down.

“And than when I was sick in February, you stayed right by my side again. You were literally holding my hand and telling me I was going to be alright and all of the sudden I just felt… happier with you. I had spent so much time with you at that point and I knew it was love. I just knew it was…” Rupert said, “So, I guess what I’m trying to say is-” Rupert looked up at Charles hopefully, who was staring at him, dumbfounded.

“I’m in love with you Charlie. I’ve been in love with you for the past two years! I’ve just… had a hard time trying to put into words how I felt.” Charles tipped his head to the side, a strange set of processes suddenly going off in his RAM. He didn’t understand what the heck was happening, more or less could he even think about it at the moment. But he started to feel strange… and weird…

[WARNING! OVERHEATING!]

Charles fanned himself as he stood up, trying to think of what to say. Rupert suddenly felt sick to his stomach as Charles sat down again, letting out a small sigh.

“Alright, that’s interesting to say the least,” Charles said, “I guess that’s the reason why I’ve felt so funny around you, too.” Charles looked to Rupert, his eyes shining again. Though Rupert couldn’t help but notice the little hearts in his eyes flashing, his eyes red and determined.

“It was love, wasn’t it?” Rupert gulped as he shrugged.

“I don’t know, man. I mean, I’m not gonna tell you how you’re supposed to feel,” Rupert said, “I just wanted to get those feelings off my chest.”

“Can we try something?” Charles said, “I wanna kiss you on the lips, like in a romance movie or whatever.” Rupert felt bile building up in his chest when Charles said that. But he had to stay calm. Maybe Charles was onto something. After all, if he could kiss Charles without having a panic attack, maybe he could have a stable relationship with him. Rupert nodded his head as Charles tipped his head to the side.

“So… I’ve never kissed anyone…”

Oh for the greater ones sake…

“Here, I’ll show you. First, you pucker up your lips like this…” Rupert squeezed Charles’ cheeks as he puckered them a bit too much.

“Not too much, just a little bit…” Rupert said, “Than, I lean in and…” Rupert touched Charles’ lips to his, tasting the slight metal mixed with the ice cream he had eaten earlier. At first, Charles didn’t seem to know what to do, but as Rupert guided him with his own lips, he seemed to settle into it and before long, they had managed to succeed in kissing each other. Despite how mechanical Charles’ insides must be, he couldn’t help but feel warm when kissing him as he parted his lips with his. Charles’ eyes were flashing all different colors, more hearts in his eyes as he touched his hand to his face, his inseams steaming as his lips quivered.

“Rupert,” Charles said softly, “My face feels like magic. Is that normal?” Rupert smirked as he hid his face in his hands. Charles tipped his head to the side before Rupert started to burst out laughing, almost giddy. Charles was probably just as nervous as he was about all this, after all. It wasn’t like he was accustomed to this kind of thing after all: he was still pretty young in robot years. But it wasn’t like Rupert had any experience either, so maybe they could somehow work it out.

“Charlie,” Rupert said as he grasped Charles’ hand. Charles gingerly took the other one, his eyes hopeful and bright red, with excitement and love (if the hearts weren’t any indication).

“I hope you know that this is going to be a learning process for both of us,” Rupert said, “I’m not used to being in a relationship either, you know. The first time I kissed someone, I threw up and had a panic attack…”

“Yeah, I know, you told me,” Charles said, “But I don’t know much about relationships either so… I guess we’ll just be learning together. Right?”

“Right,” Rupert said, “So, we can do this than, right?”

“Mhm!” Charles said, “So… when’s our first date?”

“Uh, whenever you feel like I guess,” Rupert said.

“This Saturday maybe? Since I picked lunch, you can pick the date location. Even if it just more pizza,” Charles said.

“You just wanna eat more pizza.”

“I would rather eat pancakes than pizza!”

“Oh you would!” Rupert giggled as Charles nuzzled Rupert’s cheek before planting a soft kiss on it.

“Alright than. I’ve gotta go meet a certain troublemaker…” Charles said. Rupert puffed out his cheeks as Charles rolled his eyes.

“Hey, if you don’t like it,” Charles started before Rupert shook his head.

“No, no, it’s fine, but… like I said just be careful. I don’t want them to trick you or anything,” Rupert said. Charles nodded his head as he headed out of Rupert’s apartment.

“Bye…” Charles said, hearts in his eyes as Rupert waved at him shyly. As he closed the door, he felt a sort of strange swelling in his chest as he walked down the hallway. As he exited the apartment building, he opened his messenger app and started to type a message to General Galeforce.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Is it OK if I still call you dad?

H_Galeforce: Charlie, is everything OK?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Everything is fine, I just Rupert said that he’s in love with me.

H_Galeforce: Welp, I guess Quentin owes Josh twenty dollars than

xXBold_Action_ManXx: OMG what

H_Galeforce: Don’t worry about it. I guess you need some advice than huh?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: It would be nice. I’m so scared of messing this up.

H_Galeforce: Well, I’ve only known Rupert in the two years he’s been enlisted, but I know that he’s a bit of a hard guy to crack. He tends to hide his emotions but once you get him out in the open, he’s Well, I’d say he’s a lot like you, Charlie!

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Geez, I know that. I’m just scared that we won’t be able to be friends after all this.

H_Galeforce: After you guys eventually break up or during your relationship?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yes?

Charles got a strange feeling in his stomach as General Galeforce typed. He hadn’t even thought about what would happen if the two of them broke up. It was almost hard to imagine, comprehend even, but General Galeforce’s next message helped reassure him a bit.

H_Galeforce: You two are very close. Heck, even your friendship with Stickmin didn’t compare until you made friends with him. I highly doubt that a break up will ruin your friendship with each other. As long as you talk things out, keep communicating with him and help each other out, you will be alright.

Charles smiled as he typed another message.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Thanks general Dad* I really am sorry, by the way, about what I did. I know that’s not enough to get me back in and I understand if you hate me or something but I just wanted to let you know.

H_Galeforce: Charlie, I could never hate you. I only hate what you did. I can’t stop you from doing what you want now. The best thing you can do at this point is start growing up. And I guess getting in a romantic relationship is a Good start? I don’t wanna say that I’m not rooting for you, but I hope things work out between you and Price.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Alright well thanks I love you

H_Galeforce: I love you too. Have a good birthday.

Charles jumped up and down as he messaged Ellie and Henry next, finding out that his present still wasn’t ready yet and was told to “distract himself further.” Letting out a frustrated sigh, he contacted the only other person he knew wouldn’t be too busy. Hopefully, if she wasn’t out causing trouble.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: If you’re robbing a bank, at least tell me if it’s from somebody who’s like A jerk Like they kick puppies on a regular basis and bite baby’s heads off?

GlitterToppatGirl: What I’m actually waiting for you at the cafe. But my dad and papa are here… So embarrassing 😫

xXBold_Action_ManXx: The leaders? I don’t think they should be out in the open like this considering how wanted they are

GlitterToppatGirl: You obviously don’t know how our cafe rolls

xXBold_Action_ManXx: All I know is that your rolls are super expensive. And your croissants and scones and such.

GlitterToppatGirl: You’ve been there?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: I might have wanted to do some snooping. Not much luck though. Either everyone is talking in code or I’m just dumb

GlitterToppatGirl: Wow LOL, maybe I should hit up the army base next time they ask for some moles 🤣 Just meet me there please And try not to pay any attention to anything my dads say. They’re probably gonna tell some embarrassing stories, but just don’t listen.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: LOL I’ll listen extra hard 👀

GlitterToppatGirl: Shut up!

Charles giggled as he started to head towards the Toppat cafe, carefully trying to balance the boxes that he was holding, silently wishing he could have asked Rupert for a bag to hold them all in. Than again, in his state of euphoria from the kiss and of course, getting a boyfriend, he didn’t really think about it.

Either way, he finally approached the cafe, taking a deep breath and attempting to open the door as he tried to balance the boxes, keeping them from falling on the ground with a small whimper. Amelia looked up and giggled as she dashed towards Charles and caught one of the boxes before it hit the ground.

“Hi Charles,” Amelia said, gazing at the box, “Oh, it’s a model helicopter…”

“Yeah, I build and paint them. Do you want a cupcake?” Charles said as he set the boxes on the table. Amelia nodded her head as Charles opened the cupcake box and handed her one, just as her dad snuck up behind her.

“Don’t I get a cupcake?” Reginald teased, messing with Amelia’s hair as she whined a bit, rolling her eyes.

“If you like plastic gems on your cupcakes, than yeah, go for it man!” Charles said, handing Reginald one of the plastic gem cupcakes as Reginald smiled, wincing a little as he gingerly took it.

“Ah, well, it’s the thought that counts. Happy birthday by the way,” Reginald said, starting to pick off the little plastic gems as Charles sheepishly grinned, not sure if he should be grateful. He had to admit, despite the Toppat leader being a wanted criminal, there was a certain air about him that made him want to stand up straighter and actually have a conversation with him. Perhaps this is the dreaded charisma that people often warned others about.

“Well, I would offer you some coffee or maybe some tea, but since you’re an android, you can’t drink it,” Reginald said, sitting down across from his right hand man, who gave Charles a cold gaze. He knew exactly why too; he had locked up him as well as his entire clan, so he wouldn’t be too fond of him.

Obviously, he wasn’t trying to start anything for Amelia’s sake as Amelia sat across from Charles, smiling at him.

“I hope you’ve had a good birthday,” Amelia said, “Judging from all the boxes you’ve gotten, you have some nice friends.”

“And I have a boyfriend now!” Charles suddenly blurted out. He covered his mouth as both Toppat leaders gazed at him in awe.

“Well, that’s wonderful! The best gift is love after all! Remember when you confessed to me, Right? It was in a cafe kinda like this one, remember?”

“Mmm… in Greenwich,” the Right Hand Man muttered, sipping his coffee shyly as Charles gazed at the two in wonder. Reginald had a bright blush on his face while the Right Hand Man gazed to the side sort of shyly, a hint of red in his cheeks.

“Yeah, and then after that I overthrew Terrence!” Reginald said, “Love sure is magical like that!”

“Geez, whiplash much,” Charles muttered as he reached for another cupcake. The Right Hand Man gazed at the boxes that Charles had received and looked to see the model helicopter. He grabbed the box before Charles could stop him, gazing at it with a sort of fondness in his eyes.

“How interesting,” the Right Hand Man muttered, handing the box back to Charles.

“Uh, yeah…” Charles said.

“Don’t worry about papa. He’s not really a conversational type. He’s like… a listener type,” Amelia said.

“You said your dad’s would be the ones embarrassing you, remember?” Charles said as the Right Hand Man’s blush deepened a little bit.

“Oh, you’re not gonna get any embarrassing stories about Right from me,” Reginald said, “Although, I have to admit, he is probably a bit nervous. Out of all the people that Amelia had to make friends with, it had to be you…” Reginald set his tea cup down as he stared down Charles.

“Uh, well, I mean, it couldn’t be helped. Amelia knew me from Project SAI and even though my memories were wiped, she wanted to connect with me, you know. I mean, if you had a friend like that on the opposite side of a battle that you knew was like that, I mean, I guess what I’m trying to say is-” Charles started to ramble as Amelia rolled her eyes before she grabbed his hand.

“I think my dad gets the message, Charles,” Amelia said. Charles chuckled sheepishly as he tried to think about how to form the message in his head.

“I guess it was still wrong no matter how we tossed it, huh?” Charles said softly.

“Oh, well, these things happen for a reason. Fate is always strange like that,” Reginald said, “I’ve been a subject of fate myself, you know.”

“Fate?” Charles said.

“Yeah, my dad’s super into it. I’m beginning to think he’s onto something…” Amelia stared at her dad with a bit of worry.

“You’d be surprised at how fate works…” Reginald said, tracing the rim of his cup with his gloved finger, “I used to be skeptical myself until I became a right hand. It was only than I realized what my true purpose was.”

“You’re not gonna break out into song are you?” Charles asked.

“Do you want me to?” Reginald said, smiling coyly.

“I kinda wanna hear you sing,” Charles said, beaming a bit as Amelia slammed her hands on the table.

“NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” She ducked behind her Toppat, steam fuming from her inseams as the Right Hand Man giggled a bit.

“Right, I should save that for karaoke night, when you can’t stop me!” Reginald said, playfully winking as Amelia gave her dad a hard gaze.

“Oh, come now, Amelia. I know what will cheer you up. You said you had a gift for Charles here, remember?” Reginald asked.

“OK, but no stories about me when I was younger! Please!” Amelia stood up before heading towards the back of the store. Charles smiled awkwardly at the two Toppat leaders, knowing they were going to drop their facade and start the threats.

“Look, guys, I know that you’re mad at us about the whole thing with arresting you guys, but… maybe if you guys didn’t do bad things-” Charles started before Reginald put his finger to his lips. Charles fell silent as Reginald shook his head.

“I have to admit, the fact that you’re going as far as to apologize makes me wonder if you really think that we’re really worth locking up,” Reginald said gently. Charles glanced to the side shyly before he sighed.

“I don’t know actually. I’ve thought about it for the longest time and I just… you guys still did a lot of bad things. You still have blood on your hands you know,” Charles said, “You may not have killed anyone while Amelia was breaking you out, but I swear, you still did enough bad things to justify our arrests!” Reginald was a bit taken back by Charles’ words as the Right Hand Man rolled his eyes.

“Well, what did you expect? In your eyes, we’re always going to be the bad guys no matter what,” the Right Hand Man said. Charles nodded his head as the Right Hand Man turned his head towards him, a look of determination on his face.

“But it’s not like you can justify the actions of the government forces either. Or the police. Sometimes innocent civilians are caught in the crossfire of our little scraps. People who don’t get compensated properly for what the government does to them. And in the end, how are we the bad guys?” the Right Hand Man said.

“I know the government does bad things too but…” Charles glanced to the side, trying to come up with a bit of justification for any of their actions as well.

“You know, you guys still killed countless prisoners you know. What about Dave? He was mentally scarred when we rescued him. It took him months before he could find a stable job and income to actually function in society and you act like you’re the good guys!?” Charles said. Reginald winced as he sighed.

“We only take prisoners when we need to keep people quiet. We don’t kill them needlessly though. Not unless they actually deserve it. Dave unfortunately, had done something that warranted us keeping him locked up as long as we did,” Reginald said softly, “I do regret keeping him locked up for so long, but if things were perfect, than we wouldn’t have had to lock him up at all.” Charles only narrowed his eyes at Reginald, not really convinced by his reasoning.

“Whatever. Just stay away from him…” Charles muttered. He looked up and saw Amelia hovering at the door, a small box in her hand and tipped his head to the side, wondering why it was taking so long for her to come in. Than he realized something; she was trying to see if he could get along with her dads. Another little step in the ultimate plan to keep them from arresting them it seems.

Maybe it was conniving, but in a way, Charles knew that if he gained their trust, they could start spouting secrets to him as well. Secrets that could lead their arrests in the future he supposed. Yeah, sure it was conniving himself, but if they were going to try to slap them, he might as well slap back.

“Sorry,” Charles said, “We kinda got off on the wrong foot, didn’t we? But in the end, I guess it makes sense. We’re enemies after all.”

“Well, we could always be friendly rivals!” Reginald said, tipping his head hopefully.

“Not even,” Charles chuckled a bit.

“Nope,” the Right Hand Man agreed as Charles started to giggle a bit more.

“Oh come on, I can be hopeful of at least that!” Reginald said.

“Well, maybe if you guys don’t cause too much trouble, we could get along,” Charles said.

“That’s not going to happen…” the Right Hand Man said flatly. Though his eyes said otherwise as they twinkled a bit. Charles giggled a bit more as Amelia approached the table, smiling at them.

“Amelia, I saw you lingering at the door. If you really wanted us to get along, you could have stuck around,” Reginald said.

“She wants to see if we’ll get along without her babysitting us,” the Right Hand Man said.

“You mean more than usual?” Amelia rolled her eyes as she sat down again, fiddling with the box she was carrying.

“I’m sorry,” Amelia said, “Maybe Charles finally realized what we’re up to.”

“YOU GUYS ARE GETTING ME AN EVEN BIGGER BIRTHDAY PRESENT!?” Charles said, trying to play dumb.

“We would if we weren’t so stingy!” Reginald said, trying to calm Charles down.

“And we actually had the budget,” the Right Hand Man muttered.

“Wait, what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Amelia said, tapping on the box, “Open the box already…” Charles wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but he didn’t seem to mind another present as he opened the box, looking inside to see a red bandanna, perfectly folded in the box. On top of it was a charm bracelet, with charms in all sorts of shapes and sizes. He decided to look at the bandanna first, turning it over a couple of times as he admired it. He couldn’t help but feel it was a bit familiar.

It was the one that Amelia usually wore, sure, but it was a bit more worn and there were a couple of places where you could tell it was repaired a few times. He admired it, feeling a bit strange as he looked at Amelia for an explanation.

“The bandanna was yours when you were in Project SAI. You gave it to me before your memories were erased at one point because you said it would look nicer on me…” Amelia said, “I have plenty of spares now. Heck I usually wore them when I went out on heists and such. But that one was really yours. I kept it all these years because I hoped I could give it back to you.”

Reginald covered his mouth, letting out a small whimper as he looked away, trying not to let Amelia see him cry.. The Right Hand Man was silent, but even someone from far away could tell that his eyes were a little wet.

“I still think it looks nicer on you, even if I don’t remember that…” Charles said. Still, that didn’t stop him from taking the bandanna and trying to tie it around his neck (before Reginald ended up helping him do it).

“There. It looks dashing on you!” Reginald said.

“Ah, thank you,” Charles muttered, “And this bracelet… how likely am I to get in trouble for wearing it?”

“Oh, well, I made it myself from other jewelry, so it’s not likely,” Amelia said, “It’s a little charm bracelet, so I figured you could wear it whenever, you know.” Charles sighed, deciding to let it go as he tried on the bracelet as well, jingling it a bit and giggling as it did.

“It’s nice. Thanks Amelia,” Charles said. Amelia glanced to the side shyly as Reginald patted her hand. Suddenly he got a ping in his messenger.

RoseyRose: Where are you?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Where do you think?

RoseyRose: If you’re hanging out with Toppats again, I swear…

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Don’t worry, I haven’t told them about your allergies, lol.

RoseyRose: Tell them I’m allergic to chocolate, I love chocolate Wait that’s not why I messaged you. I messaged you because your present is here now. Come home please

“I gotta go,” Charles said.

“Oh, so soon?” Reginald said, “I was going to sing some karaoke and stuff!”

“No. You weren’t…” Amelia said very sternly as steam once again erupted from her inseams, the Right Hand Man patting her back.

“Trust me, I’d love to stay a little longer, but I’m gonna have to leave. But, it’s been fun!” Charles said, “Also, you guys will never trick me!”

“Well, it was worth a shot. But next time, we’ll worm our way into your heart,” Reginald said, “Have a good rest of the day.”

“Bye Charles,” Amelia said, hugging him tight, “Be careful going back.”

“I will,” Charles said, picking up some of his stuff, “If I don’t drop half of this first…” He opted to carry most of it under his arms as he awkwardly waved at them, before exiting the cafe and letting out a small sigh.

They’re not too bad I guess, he thought, Still criminals, but they’re really nice once you get past that…

- - - - -

As Charles approached the apartment, he thought about something that he hadn’t thought of until now. He was eight years old. For a human, eight years old really means nothing, but for him, for some reason it felt like a big step. How come, he wondered to himself. He remembered General Galeforce’s message about how it was time for him to start growing up. He didn’t really believe that he had been babied his whole life; in fact if anything, life on the base was nothing but stern.

Even than, he still felt a strange sense of unease as he realized the full ramification of what he had done. Of what he was going through and what he was going to become.

He was eight years old.

He was being told to grow up.

That was scary.

He quickly set the boxes down on the ground and unlocked the apartment door, before picking them up again and entering the apartment. Ellie and Henry were sitting on the couch, all smiles as Charles smiled back.

“Hey guys,” Charles said, setting the boxes down on the coffee table, “So, what’s this big surprise that you guys have been hyping up?”

“Well, in order to do that, we have to go to the roof!” Ellie said, “C’mon, right this way!”

“Wait, we have to go to the roof? Is my present you guys finally getting rid of me?” Charles asked.

“No… no no no,” Henry said softly as he pushed Charles out the door. The three of them walked outside and headed towards the stairs at the side of the building, usually only used for maintenance as Henry unlocked the gate and headed upstairs.

“We got the key from the landlord. We’ll be giving it to you in just a sec,” Ellie said.

“Why is that?” Charles said as they headed up to the top of the building. He gasped, feeling static at the edges of his UI as he looked across the roof. Henry walked towards it, all smiles as Ellie hopped up and down excitedly, grabbing Charles’ arm and pulling him forward.

“TADA!!” Ellie shouted, gesturing towards it as if she were a game show hostess, “It’s all yours!”

On the rooftop, painted dark green with the insignia TT (for Triple Threat) on the side was a brand new helicopter. Charles shook as he approached it, placing his hand against it, first softly, than firmly, as if he was trying to confirm that it was real and not just a figment of his imagination.

“We really REALLY missed your helicopter,” Ellie said, “And we thought that it would be great if we scraped up most of the remaining fortune from Henry’s diamond heist to buy it for you.”

HAD TO SELL MY YACHT. BUT IT WAS WORTH IT, Henry said.

“It was actually an old decommissioned one. They were gonna sell it as scrap, but Henry and I scooped it up after you got kicked out because we figured we could repair it. Than I got some old friends of mine to pull some strings and get it repaired, repainted, and have it all fixed up in time for your birthday,” Ellie said.

AND THAN THERE WAS THE PAPERWORK. OH GOD THE PAPERWORK… Henry signed as he shook in horror.

“Well, what do you think? You haven’t said a word since we got up here!” Ellie said. Charles didn’t know to think. His friends had literally went to the ends of the Great Continent and managed to find a decommissioned helicopter just for him and have it repaired so he could have something to fly again.

“I…. I…. I LOVE IT! GUYS, THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!!” Charles shouted, running over to hug Ellie and Henry, “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU MANAGED TO DO THIS! I’M SO HAPPY!”

“You do realize you’re gonna have to take care of it though, right?” Ellie said.

YEAH, YOU’RE USED TO THE GRUNTS AT THE BASE DOING THE DIRTY WORK BUT NOW YOU HAVE TO DO IT, Henry said.

“Oh, I can handle it! I’ve done it before! Hey… do you guys wanna take a spin in it!? I wanna see if it works!” Charles said, bouncing in place. Henry tossed him the keys as he opened the hatch, taking in how spacious it was. It wasn’t as big as the military grade helicopters he was used to, but it was still big enough to hold at least four to five people.

He climbed into the cockpit, taking in the controls and smiling as he started up the engine, pushing a few buttons and putting his hand on his headphones to adjust them. Henry and Ellie were already in the back, sitting carefully on a bench as they fastened their seat belts.

“Alright, guys, here we go!” Charles started to lift off as Henry and Ellie grew excited, feeling warmed by the big smile on Charles’ face as they started to fly over the city.

Already, Charles was making note of all the routes and airways he could legally go on, focusing himself as he kept his hands on the wheel, thoroughly in his element.

“I guess we win the birthday contest, huh?” Ellie said, taking a selfie with Henry. Henry giggled as he waved his hand.

I’M PRETTY SURE THE OTHERS HAD SOME GOOD GIFTS, Henry said.

“Charles, what else did you get for your birthday?” Ellie asked.

“Uh, I got a bracelet from Amelia. And General Galeforce gave me another model to build. And I got some shirts from Dave,” Charles said, “Oh, and uh… I got a boyfriend too.”

“What?!” Ellie said, “Charles, when we get down from here, you have to tell me all the details!”

“It’s Rupert, isn’t it?” Henry teased.

“Sh-shut up! Our first date is in like… a few days I guess,” Charles said, the helicopter suddenly losing altitude.

“WHOA! C’mon, Charles, you just got this thing, you don’t wanna break it on the first day!” Ellie shouted.

“I know, I know… hey… Mr. Copperbottom is down there,” Charles said.

“What?” Ellie stood up, carefully navigating her way to the front as she peered out the window, seeing the faint silhouette of the Toppat leader in an alleyway.

“Whoa, yeah… why don’t you head down and we can have a little chat with him?” Ellie said, cracking her knuckles. Charles felt a bit uneasy about her intentions, but that didn’t stop him from following her instructions, finding a safe place to land where they wouldn’t get in trouble and climbing down a building until they managed to find the leader.

“Hey, Toppat leader!” Ellie shouted, “How are you this fine evening?”

“I don’t have time to fight right now…” Reginald stared at the Triple Threat group, a sort of empty look in his eyes as he tried to smile, “But if it makes you feel any better, once my Right Hand Man gets back, I’m pretty sure he’ll be more than happy to tussle with you.”

“What happened?” Charles asked, “What are you talking about?”

“He went around that corner… over there…” Reginald said, pointing down the alleyway, “If you guys can find him, maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

“Something’s wrong…” Ellie muttered.

“Mmm,” Henry hummed in agreement, I’M GONNA GO DOWN AND SEE WHAT’S GOING ON.

“Uh, OK. Charles, he probably trusts you more than us. Talk to him,” Ellie said.

“Uh, hey buddy. It’s gonna be alright…” Charles said, trying to take Reginald’s hand, only for him to flinch away, almost insulted that Charles touched him. His gaze softened as Charles flinched back, trying to look innocent as he sighed. Charles found it so strange that not thirty minutes ago, he was perfectly fine. Just what had happened between now and when he was at the cafe talking to him?

“Sorry. I hope your friends can find him. I haven’t had much luck…” Reginald muttered.

“Didn’t you say he was coming back, though?” Charles said.

“Oh, he’s coming back! And when he does, he can take care of you obnoxious kids!” Reginald laughed, almost manic looking.

“THERE HE IS!”

“It’s one of those Triple Threat bastards!”

“Wait!”

Amelia held her hands up as two other Toppats pointed their guns at him. Charles, acting on instinct, turned his hand into a laser cannon, aiming it at the group.

“Charles, it’s me,” Amelia said.

“I know it’s you, but in this situation, we’re going to have to be enemies for a minute…” Charles said.

“I can assure you that I’m not in the mood to fight. Right, dad?” Reginald nodded his head wearily, a blank stare on his face as he gazed at his daughter.

“What? You haven’t found him? That’s a shame…” one of the Toppats muttered as they spoke into a headpiece.

“It is a shame… it’s indeed a shame… but he’ll be back, I can assure you…” Reginald said, almost in a daze as Amelia ran towards him.

“Geez…” Amelia muttered, picking her father up, “C’mon dad, you’ve gotta walk.”

“I’M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM!” Reginald shouted, starting to run towards the alleyway.

“GYAH! CHARLES HELP!” Amelia shouted, crying out as Charles helped hold him back from running further down the alley where Henry and Ellie had gone.

Meanwhile, the two of them had rounded a corner and gasped when they saw the blood trail leading up to the roof. Their eyes gazed down at a top hat, a bit torn, but still in tact as Ellie walked over to pick it up.

“Property of Andrew. I guess that’s his real name,” Ellie muttered. Henry reached down and touched a couple of the blood stains, feeling a bit queasy as he realized how recent they were. They felt a strange pit in their stomach as they heard shouting coming from the alleyway.

“C’mon, let’s go tell him the bad news…” Ellie said. Henry nodded in agreement as they headed back around the corner to see Charles and Amelia struggling to keep Reginald from running further into the alleyway.

“Amelia, stop working with this government dog for one second and let me FIND HIM!” Reginald shouted.

“The others are trying to find him! Just please come with me so you can get some rest!” Amelia shouted.

“NO! I DON’T WANNA GO WITHOUT HIM!” There were tears pooling out of Reginald’s eyes as Charles struggled to hold him, looking at Ellie and Henry and gazing at what they were holding. Ellie heard a ping on her messenger app as she gazed at her phone.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah I know… this isn’t good…

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