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Age Of Consent [part eight]

Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 1,783

What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, drug use, tobacco use, alcohol use, and a lot of profanity. This is a slow burn- buckle up, buttercup.

A/N: This one is short, mainly due to the fact that I had absolutely NO idea where this was headed at any point of writing this. Only two more chapters left! Fun fact, chapter nine was the first part of this story that I wrote. It's all been leading up to the next chapter for me so I am super excited for you to finally read that. Also, just one more time, thank you from the bottom of my heart for following this story.

Read Part Seven || Read Part Nine

Dustin was smitten with himself.

In fact, all of the Hellfire Club sat in a comfortable silence at the lunch table come Monday, sharing knowing glances with each other. Their leader sitting at the helm, unable to keep himself from smiling as he recalled this past weekend. None of them had ever seen Eddie like this, but instead of giving him a hard time or jokingly teasing him, they accepted this new found happiness and let him have it.

On the other hand, you weren't exactly sure what you were feeling.

After spending all of Sunday intertwined with Eddie a realization hit you like a brick on Monday morning when you woke up alone: that it was a mistake, that you weren't thinking clearly due to the alcohol, and that you and Eddie just didn't work. None of those things were true, and deep down you knew that, but you just couldn't admit the fact that you were absolutely terrified of the man.

When you broke up with Eddie at graduation you never moved on. You worked and you had your classes at the community college and you'd hang out at home. Occasionally you'd catch a movie with Steve and his friend Robin, or you'd grab lunch with your coworker, but when it came to dating, you just couldn't find it in yourself to even try with anyone else. You'd meet a customer who would drop a flirty line and you couldn't help but notice how their eyes weren't as pretty, their smile wasn't as perfect, or their voice didn't make you weak at the knees. Or you'd meet someone in one of your classes and you'd have nothing in common; they didn't play D&D, they didn't get your musical reference, or they weren't as creative.

Eddie was your first and only.

Moving on was horrifying.

Going back was even scarier.

You had avoided him and Dustin for a few days, blaming it on being busy with class and work. You even picked up some overtime to cover your ass. When Eddie called the house you'd have Dustin tell him you were studying for some big test. Really, you just needed to figure some things out and give yourself time to think and decide on what you wanted; you couldn't do that and be near him.

"Okay, before you ask me for relationship advice- and, I know that's why you asked me to come over here- just remember that it is your decision what you do with that advice and I will not be held accountable for what happens if you did choose to follow said advice."

Robin sat cross-legged on the floor in the aisle you were currently stocking shelves in. You didn't have many friends and you could not ask Steve for love advice. Sure, you didn't exactly know Robin Buckley that well, but she seemed to be pretty observant and highly intelligent.

"So, it's Eddie, right?" She asked. "He's pretty cool."

"Yeah," you smiled. "He is."

"Before I provide you with what might be very questionable advice, is there a way that you could give me a breakdown of what happened between you for starters?" Robin fiddled with the price stamp that sat in the box at your feet, pressing a sticker to her forehead and laughing.

You hadn't really ever talked about this before.

"Well," you began. "We met in freshman year. I really didn't have any friends, but Eddie just kind of stuck around. He was always helping me and making me laugh. I feel like we were always together, even before he asked me to go steady."

"My dad had just passed," you continued and Robin frowned. "My family was devastated. I mean, my mom didn't stop crying for months. I wanted to tell her about Eddie, I wanted them to meet him, but- Eddie was never the type of guy that I saw myself with, and I was afraid that my mom would think that she needed to be worried about me on top of mourning my father."

"So I never told them. We argued about it all of the time, but we were still inseparable. And when we were in junior year, he- well, we- you know, for the first time." Robin nodded. "We were each other's firsts, and he told me he loved me. The day before my English midterm in senior year, Eddie asked me to go out to the woods and hit a joint with him. I knew he smoked, I even smoked sometimes, but never at school. He begged me to go with him- said that it would help with the stress of the final."

"We got caught. We both got suspended. Of course, he didn't care, he hated school. My life, however, felt like it had been ruined- especially because that type of suspension goes on your record, and well, bye-bye Purdue. I was just so angry, I blamed him for so long and pushed him away when it wasn't even his fault. Then at my graduation, he wasn't there, he didn't watch me walk across the stage. He was smoking pot under the bleachers, and that was it. I just felt like he didn't care about me, or himself, and that he was just going to dig a hole that he wouldn't be able to crawl out of and I couldn't let myself get sucked in."

"Hm," Robin nodded and placed her thumb and index finger under her chin; the bright orange price tag still stuck to her forehead. "And since you've started seeing him again?"

"That was Dustin's doing," you rolled your eyes. "He tried to set us up. Gotta give it to the little shit though, it worked."

"But you're still unsure?"

"I guess- I just, I don't know." You slouched your shoulders and sighed. "I'm sure that I love him, but something is holding me back."

"If Tom Cruise showed up on your door step and asked you out, tonight-"

"That has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but no." You laughed. "Robin, I can't even look at anyone else and not wish that it was him."

"Oh, you are so screwed."

You sighed again, "I am totally screwed."

"There's only one thing to do then," She smirked. "Go get him."

You know what?" You asked, looking up at the clock, noticing that it was twenty minutes til Eddie's lunch block. Immediately, you untied your apron and threw it in the cardboard box at your feet. "You're right. What the hell?"

You yelled at your boss that you would be back and ran to your car, shoving the keys in the ignition and throwing it into reverse. A surprise lunch visit to confess your love in front of everyone? Talk about making him the happiest man alive, he'd absolutely eat it up. Eddie was soft like that.

When you got to the cafeteria of Hawkins High, however, Eddie was nowhere to be found. His favorite part of the day was lunch break, so it was confusing to not see him, especially because you did see his van in the parking lot. You did happen to notice your little brother and Mike, along with some of the other kids you had seen that one time you were at Hellfire.

"Dustin," you asked making your way over to the group.

"Y/N?" Dustin was confused to see you. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Eddie?" You asked, he shrugged.

"He said something about going out to the woods past the football fields." One of the other kids said.

Your stomach dropped and you immediately began regretting coming here. Yet, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, so you made the very familiar walk past the football fields to the small, hidden path into the woods. As your feet carried you towards that secluded clearing, you could hear laughter- no, it was giggling- and it wasn't Eddie. Peering through the trees, you could see what looked like a cheerleader sitting on the top of the table, kicking her legs off of the side.

You took a couple more steps, trying to get a better look, and noticed Eddie. He was smiling wide, pulling at his hair. The girl threw her head back, laughing obnoxiously at something he had just said. Was he flirting?

"Hey," you stepped out of the clearing, bringing their attention to you. Eddie's eye widened, his face turning pale.

The girl was pretty. Pretty young, too. She was dressed in that same pristine white cheerleader's uniform that made you remember every insult one of those pretentious bitches would spit at you daily. She looked at you, her eyebrows pulled in.

"Uh, hi?" Her voice was nasally and you could see the shine in her lipgloss from a distance. "Can we help you?"

"Kelly, you should go." Eddie stated.

Kelly looked between the two of you.

"You heard him." You added.

Without another word, Kelly hopped down off of the table and charged past you- she wouldn't even look you in the eye. You stood there, silently, waiting until she was out of earshot, and stared him down, gritting your teeth.

"I guess it's not good enough for you to sell the drugs to the underage girls, you have to flirt with them too?" You finally said after what felt like hours.

"It's not-" Eddie sighed and took a step toward you. "What are you even doing here?"

"I came to see my boyfriend for lunch," you muttered. "Surprise!" Eddie wasn't sure what to say, he was pretty in shock. "But it looks like you had plenty of company," you continued. "So, I'm going to go. This was a mistake."

"Y/N, wait-"

You tossed your hand up in the air, waving him off, and stomped back through the trees towards the school before he could say anything else. That part of your brain or heart or whatever it was, that was against going back to your ex who you had thought changed but was very much still the stupid kid you met in high school, was screaming profanities at you. How could you possibly think that was a good idea? Cheerleaders? Who was he?

So much for not fucking with him, he was the one who was fucking with you this whole time. You felt stupid and embarrassed and disappointed.

When you got back to work, Robin was still in the same spot much to your surprise. She took on a look at your face and frowned.

"You want to talk about it?" She offered after a few moments.

"Not really," you muttered. "But that was definitely the worst idea I've ever had."

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thecagedsong · 9 months

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GUESS WHO UPDATED!!!!

My dear Zelinkers, chapter 29 of Dear Hero is finally up and I love it so much. I had so much fun writing it, and it was such a struggle to block out character motions through the scene, but I'm sooooo happy with it.

If you're one of my new followers, this is my tp zelink fic, post-canon, where Zelda and Link write letters to each other as they adjust to life beyond twilight and rebuild. They're silly and in love, though it takes so long for them to get there because of the silly part, and all the other traditional obstacles of cross class marriages (not that those politics have a hope of defeating TP Zelda, tbh).

#thecagedsong updates #Dear Hero #zelink #tp zelink #Chapter 29 was such a struggle #lol I think the last time I posted about Dear Hero on Tumblr was back in chapter 5 #only two more chapters left #should be done within a week #AHHHHHHHHH #LoZ #Link x Zelda #Link/Zelda #this fic is near and dear to my heart

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slamongflobo · 21 days

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playing yakuza 3 !

#HARUKAAAA #i only have a few more chapters left #very fun game i don’t really get the hate it gets #ofcourse i might be eating my words in a day or two but.#yakuza #yakuza 3 #rgg #rgg fanart #yakuza fanart #龍が如く #haruka sawamura #slamongflobo

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i-suc-at-art · 14 days

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Ummm.. I really love this fic

*hands @basilf1res this gently*

Any ways go read project “GH05T” it’s really good :)

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crimetimesteadicam · 11 months

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musical interlude

chapter 19 of supermassive retinol overdose is up! read it here!

(or start from the beginning here)

#lupin iii #goemon ishikawa xiii #jigen daisuke #fujiko #fujiko mine #art #supermassive retinol overdose!#only two more chapters left!#and the next two have like 9000 images lmao pray for me

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tswwwit · 2 months

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Are you going to post the cult au on ao3?

I mean, maybe? Once it's finished it should be easy enough to pop it up on there. I just hate coming up with titles and summaries and such! Writing tens of thousands of words of fic is way easier than that stuff.

#answers #I'll only post it on AO3 once it's complete #I'd prefer not to slap up unfinished works #Yes I know that I have more than a few of those #I can see my documents staring at me; trust me i KNOW about the WIPs #They haunt me #Anyway there's only like two chapters left for Cult #I've got the outline and everything #Though you know how I'm very likely to finish it #It's because I thought of a Very Good Joke I wanna do right near the end #Now THAT'S motivation

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osamusriceballs · 4 months

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The Accident - Part XVII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Making out

Words: 1,5 k

About: Back to Onigiri Miya <3

Part I II -> Next Part

"Finally. Took ya long enough."

Osamu rolls his eyes when you both enter the shop. You apologetically smile and wave while uttering a greeting. "Hey, Osamu. Sorry for being late." Atsumu grins widely, simply ignoring Osamu's comment while you both move to the counter, where Osamu is working. You notice that he looks a bit tired after moving closer, the bags under his eyes proof that he probably only slept a few hours before he had to open up the shop again. Yet, he still professionally forms Onigiri with his hands, everything looking as flawless and clean as the last time you had been there.

Osamu finally looks up to you both when you reach him and suddenly raises his brows when he sees how tightly your hand is held by Atsumu's. His mouth opens slightly, as if to comment on it, but he closes it silently without saying anything before he diverts his attention back to the Onigiri in his hands, now with a small smile adorning his lips. Your face warms up and you mentally thank every deity for making Osamu the more tactful and considerate twin. You're quite certain that Atsumu would have commented on that, if he had been in Osamu's place. Such a tease.

You clear your throat and let go of Atsumu's hand, but his grip around yours is so tight that it doesn't make any visible difference. "Samu, I'm starvin'—could eat the whole menu today. Gimme that please." Atsumu points towards the filled plate in front of Osamu, who just groans as a response and rolls his eyes. "Yer only here for five seconds and I already wanna kick ya out."

You blink in surprise when Osamu simply pushes the plate towards Atsumu and then turns around to open the fridge. "I prepared somethin' for ya. Take it before I change my mind." He hands you another plate with dishes that you remember from the last time you had been there, and you hastily pull your hand out of Atsumu's death grip to take it. "That's—amazing! Thank you." Your stomach clenches at the sight of the food, and you become painfully aware of the fact that you haven't eaten anything since last night, and it's around 4 pm at this point.

"I'll make sure to tag ya in an Instagram post, Samu." Atsumu grins and places one hand at the small of your back to direct you towards a free table. "Here." He quickly places his plate on the table and moves back to the counter. "I'll get us something to drink." You smile and nod while you try to calm yourself down. Your heart starts beating faster when you think about what has just happened with him in his apartment. How he had kissed you and held you. How he was laying on top of you and grinding against you- so needily and desperate. How your hands had been buried into his hair, desperate for him to deepen the kiss—and he did.

But it all came to an end when you had moaned against his lips, the sound so breathless and lewd that your eyes shot open—and he pulled away with a curse. "God, y/n. I can't—we shouldn't—gosh, fuck. I want you so badly." You could see his clenched jaw, his flushed cheeks, and feel the hardness in his pants without a doubt. You knew he wants to go further- but the wetness between your legs was also evidence of how much you wanted him, and you were quite certain that he could feel your warmth and wetness through his pants at this point. But you knew it's not right. Not now, not so shortly after all that.

You had taken a deep breath and then untangled your legs around his body. "It's probably for the best if we stop right now." You smiled a bit strained, your body wanting nothing more but to stay here forever and let him have his way with you, but your mind told you to slow down. You didn't want to ruin this by starting something like this too soon. He had simply nodded but still leaned down to press a longing kiss against your lips. You had melted into the feeling of his lips against yours and reached out for him, only to have him grab your wrists a little clumsily while he pulled back from the kiss and pinned your hands to the bed. Your eyes widened at your vulnerable position under him—and a throb of need rushed through your body.

His eyebrows shot up and his lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction. "Oh? Ya like that? Seems like we're in for a good time then." You swore you could have exploded any second, especially if he kept looking at you like that, and you simply released a shallow huff at his words. "Yer really testin' me here, wifey." He closed his eyes for a second and then pulled back. "Imma take a quick shower and then we can grab somethin' to eat at Samu's. Is that alright with ya?" You had simply nodded, too flustered to form words, and he pecked your cheek one last time before he headed to the bathroom.

After that, you wobbly made it to the other bathroom, quickly washing your face and getting dressed again, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were this close to giving in and begging him to sleep with you. You have never felt like this with someone else; Atsumu just elicits feelings and actions from your body that you would never have thought were possible. He's a great kisser, and judging from the way he had been grinding his hips against yours, you were quite certain that he will be equally as good in bed. Your face had heated up again at the thought of sleeping with him, and you had quickly grabbed your stuff and go back to the bedroom. You both quickly took your things and made your way towards Onigiri Miya, but not without making out heavily in the elevator.

"Here ya go." Atsumu places two drinks on the table, and you get pulled out of your thoughts. You try to look calm and composed with a smile and thank him while he takes his seat, shortly admiring him in his simple, yet very attractive outfit. A white shirt and a pair of jeans—nothing special, but when Atsumu wears it, it just looks that appealing.

"Don't worry, these are alcohol-free. I'll stop drinking for a while for sure." He scratches the back of his head bashfully, and you laugh softly. "I figured so. But aren't you training like crazy now? Isn't it bad for you to drink anyway?"

A faint pink hue covers his cheeks at your words. "True that. I'm gonna stay away from alcohol for a long time." He shakes his head and then looks away. "Can't believe it's just a few more weeks till the Olympics. Time is running but- oh, let's start with the food already. Can't wait any longer, I'm sorry." He takes an Onigiri off his plate and eagerly digs in, and you're quick to join him, amused by his cute expression while he's chewing. He must have been starving for sure.

"I feel so much better already." He grins, and you nod while you eat a spoonful of your meal, enjoying the taste of fried rice. "Me too. I love Osamu's food." Atsumu nods and pretends to think for a second and then smugly grins. "Seems like yer fallin' for all the Miya's. We're a talented family after all."

"I'm not falling for all the Miyas!" You weakly protest, but the food could definitely make you consider Osamu as a possible partner. "Just kiddin'." He chuckles but suddenly yawns while he reaches for another Onigiri. "I'll drive ya home after that. I'm way too tired for anything more." He does look exhausted now. You don't know how he manages to even hold a proper conversation in his state, his eyes closing every few seconds before he almost violently pulls them open again.

"That's okay." You smile sympathetically and reach for your drink. He got your favorite, and you feel a sudden warmth running though your body at this realization. "I'm also exhausted after last night. But uhm..." You hesitantly fish for your phone and unlock it. "Do you maybe want to give me your new number?" You feel a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, but you're too afraid that you'll forget about it later- especially when he can barely keep his eyes open. "Oh? Sure." His eyes light up, and he quickly wipes his fingers on his tissue before he takes your phone. "Here ya go. I'll make sure to text ya every day."

"You don't have to text me every day." You snort but smile at the thought of always waking up to messages of Atsumu. "I will. Don't worry." Something about the way he says that makes you believe him, and break the intense eye contact when you take the phone with slightly shaky hands and look at the screen.

There it is, your new contact:

Husband

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not-poignant · 3 months

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Good day! A genuine question. Do you really won't think about comment like " WOW!!! Thank you for this chapter! " from a person who usually writes more in-depth commentaries as something like " they didn't llke it enough for the extra sentence or two " ?

Hi anon!

So, everyone's human. Even the people who love to leave longer comments get tired sometimes, or have other things going on in their life.

And I'd rather those people leave a shorter comment or an emoji, than like, feel guilty about not leaving long comments, or just vanish into thin air (at which point I just assume they've stopped reading, because I have literally no evidence otherwise unless they're sending replies or something else). Though obviously people can stop commenting too!

There are some people who leave me three hearts (or around 3 hearts) every chapter they read. I take them as little extra kudos, or just a little sign of appreciation. It's someone going 'I'm here, I like this.' And I reply with little hearts as a little sign of appreciation to go 'I'm here too, thank you, I see you.'

That's special to me.

I love love love long meaty comments that I can sink my teeth into, but I love all my commenters, anon.

But even the people who love leaving long comments get tired, get stressed out, can't think of words, have nothing to say because they're speechless, and then it's like well, I hope they feel comfortable enough to just leave a 💜💜💜 - and if they can't, they can't.

If people don't like my fic, anon, they stop reading! They don't leave comments, they stop leaving comments and they disappear (which is why when a regular commenter vanishes, that's when I think they don't like the chapter/s or story anymore, which is fair, and they don't have to, but sometimes it can make me a little sad).

But yeah the sign of a person who doesn't like to read a story is a person who isn't there to read the story at all! Not someone who only has the energy or will to leave a sentence or two! Some of those people don't speak English as a first language, and still practicing, some are really tired, some genuinely don't have much to say, some are embarrassed because it was a sex scene, etc. There's lots of reasons!

Everyone who's ever left a long comment doesn't need my permission, but certainly has it to leave extremely tiny comments when it's all they can manage / and they want to leave something! Honestly, putting pressure on yourself to leave long comments every single time can actually stress people out to the point that they stop reading fics when they know they can't comment like that, I've been in that position myself and that's not...what we're going for.

I want people to enjoy the story first, because like...that's...what I want the most. :)

(For folks wondering, this is - I think - in reference to this post I reblogged earlier today).

#asks and answers #pia on fanfiction #pia on writing #pia on fandom #i don't think 'didn't they like it enough to say more' - that thought has never entered my mind anon!#i think 'wow they liked it!'#or 'wow they left little hearts that's sweet'#some people can't think of what to say for lots and lots of reasons #and lots of people are so tired and so burnt out right now #even i am #so we have to spend our energy wisely #i love *all* my commenters #from the ones who leave two random comments #to the ones who comment every chapter #to the ones who comment long comments and short ones #to the ones who only send hearts #in fact there are lurkers who i think never ever would have commented #if i hadn't said i was okay with hearts and stuff first #and they learned i *meant it*#sometimes you gotta start easy y'know?

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 21 days

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I'm so relieved. The words are still there

#I wrote for the first time since January #and I got a whole ass chapter out 😭🥳#over two days but still I'm very happy #i know i haven't posted on hidden depths since Sept of last year and I'm so sorry #i want to finish the story before posting again so there's no more huge gaps #and i do feel like there's only a few more chapters left so there's light!#anyways yay i can still write \o/#sorry Resh lol #starlit thoughts

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oldfashionedmorphine · 7 months

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hi friends—here’s another sneak peak of my byler big bang fic…

on the same frequency !!

-.-. .... .- .--. - . .-. / .....

December 27, 1995

After clearing the snow from his 1982 Ford Escort, as well as a path in the driveway, Mike hops into the car with haste, not bothering to even fasten his seatbelt. He turns the key in the ignition and once the engine comes to life, he quickly puts it in reverse, backing out of the driveway onto Maple Street, and then he heads towards the center of town. And with a slight lead foot—driving five miles an hour over the speed limit and also rolling through at least two stop signs and running a red light—it takes him a total of six minutes to pull his car into a parking space of the library. Then Mike races up the shoveled salted walkway leading to the building, opens the door, and darts over to the front desk.

As he approaches the librarian, she smiles and greets him, “How can I help you?”

“Newspapers—” he says a bit breathless, heart beating fast in his chest from his short sprint, “—for research…”

“Do you have a library card?”

December 28, 1985

Mike shakes his head. “No… no, I believe you.”

“You do?”

“Hey—friends don’t lie, remember? I believe you—always,” he says. “Plus, kinda hard not to believe you when you’re right…”

🎶 a song from chapter five 🎶

rating: mature

tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, angst with a happy ending

release date: 11/26/2023

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#chapter 5 preview #this chapter gave me a lot of trouble and i just hope it was worth it lol #like you guys have no idea!#anyway… only two more previews left !!#and 22 more days to go!#on the same frequency: a byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #bbb23 #byler big bang 2023 #byler big bang

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deathtodickens · 1 year

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Pete: Shameful.

Helena: Say another word, Peter.

Pete: I have four for you: Full. Of. Shame. Wait...

Helena: Everyday he finds new and exciting ways to annoy me.

Myka: I told you to think long and hard about it before you ever came back.

Helena: Let's just say I had my reason and leave it at that.

Pete, laughing: Long and hard.

Claudia: Can we not encourage him so early in the morning. I'd like to be able to keep my breakfast down today.

Pete: H.G. is the one who keeps setting her room on fire, like we don't already know she never sleeps in there anyway.

Myka: Whatever you think you know, you don't.

Pete: Mykes, even if the walls weren't as thin as they are, you have broken the Univille noise ordinance every single night since that woman has been back.

Abigail appears.

Myka: I swear to god, Pete.

Steve: Every single night.

Claudia: The walls are so very thin.

Abigail: And the warehouse echoes.

Abigail pats Myka's and Helena's heads, then reaches for a bagel.

Myka: Abigail!

Abigail: What? I thought we were sharing.

Myka: Helena?

Helena: I take it as quite the compliment, actually.

Helena proudly sips her coffee.

Myka: Oh my god. Goodbye to all of you and especially you, person who is definitely not sleeping in my room tonight.

Myka leaves, glaring at Helena.

Helena: What did I do?

Abigail sits in Myka's chair.

Pete: Think you burned your room down a little too soon this time.

Abigail: Nonsense. She just did it for the chase.

Everyone looks at Helena.

Abigail: Are you not going to chase her?

Helena: As though I am some desperate scoundrel who so longs for intimacy that I'd allow myself to be lured in by acts of emotional manipulation?

Claudia: Right, no. Of course not. You? Hah!

Steve: That's definitely not a lie. Sarcasm font.

Claudia: Don't say sarcasm font.

Steve: Why not? It's funny.

Claudia: We all know it's sarcasm.

Abigail: Your loss, boss.

Pete: Shameful.

Everyone goes back to what they were doing.

Helena taps her fingers against the wood of the table nervously.

Helena: For the record.

Helena stands.

Helena: I dislike all of you.

Helena leaves.

Steve: She was definitely not lying that time.

Claudia: Ah, she'll get over it as soon as she sees Myka's gorgeous greens.

Abigail: If anybody's curious to know, the floor here is also thin.

Pete: Swabs in, ma'boys.

Everyone reaches into their pockets and pulls out ear buds, ear plugs and cotton swabs. Shoves those into their ears. And returns to their breakfast.

Their newspapers.

Their minding of ones own business.

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #dickens draws #i need to spend less time doom scrolling on twitter #also more time getting my little stress relieving hobbies in order because wooooooo boy the stress is really stressin ya friend #in good news i've written two chapters of ages and only have one left before i can finally move on to the next era of ages #i had to get iron infusions because of my severely low iron and i'm saying that's helping my brain BRAIN but i'm not saying it's not helpin #still waiting to get my car back though #rip skelena

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Kirby: Mysterious Incident on the Pupupu Train! - Chapter 9: Protect Everyone!

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Kirby continued to gather strength. His hands were numb, and he felt dizzy, but he didn’t let up. The Jet Copy Ability used stored power to attack enemies by headbutting and kicking into them. Kirby had used this Copy Ability several times before, but this was the first time he was using it to store so much power. Would he even be able to lift something as heavy as the train? He didn’t know. But Kirby didn’t hesitate.

“Strength… the strength… I need the strength…!”

The meteor gradually drew closer. He heard the driver speak through the communication device.

“A bit more… just a bit more, Mr. Kirby… Just a little…!”

Kirby clenched both his fists. He had only one chance. If he failed, there wouldn’t be enough time for him to store up strength. He heard tense breathing from the driver, who was staring intently at the screen. Then, it happened.

“Kirby, now!”

Kirby looked straight ahead and shouted.

“EXPLODINNNGGGGGG… JUMP!!”

The tank on his back blew out a tremendous flame. However, the Pupupu Train continued to travel on the tracks. There was no sign of it rising up. Kirby kept a straight face and yelled.

“TAAAHHHHH! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!!"

He felt like he could hear the voices of everyone on the train.

“Do your best, Kirby!”

“Kirby! Kirby!”

Kirby opened his mouth wide.

“TAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! I’M DOING IT!!”

The train slowly rose. The passengers were trembling and calling out to Kirby rom their rooms.

“Yes! Yes! Keep going, Kirby!”

“Ora ora ora ora!”

“Please do it!!”

Kirby put more and more effort into it.

“More and more! BIG, BIG BIG JUMP!”

The train left from the track at a steep angle and rushed through space towards the meteor.

Kirby continued to shout.

“Not yet! Not yet! TAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

The train rose so fast that it barely grazed the meteor.

From the cabin, the driver shouted. “Good job, Mr. Kirby! Now for me to do my job! Just leave it to me!”

He checked the direction of the train and looked at the speedometer.

“Landing a jumping vehicle on the tracks is insane, but…”

The sparkling train tracks projected onto the screen and the driver shouted.

“It’s the job of a driver to protect the passengers! UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

At that moment, there was a massive impact that caused the whole train to nearly flip over. The last car was hit by the meteor and destroyed. The driver went pale.

“We couldn’t dodge it…?! Then the passengers…!?”

At that moment, the conductor’s voice came through the speakers.

“This is the conductor. The cargo hold has been destroyed.”

“The passenger cars?! What about the passenger cars!?”

“The passenger cars are safe. I am currently checking on the passengers.”

“I see… don’t push yourself too hard.”

The driver let out a deep breath.

“The passenger car is safe! Only the freight car was damaged! Everyone is safe!”

He tightened his expression and gripped the lever.

“I must…protect! Protect the passengers!”

(SCREEEEECHHHHH)

With a roar, the Pupupu train landed on the stretched track and picked up speed.

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The conductor and maid called out as they made their way down the hallway of the passenger car.

“Is everyone safe? Are any of you injured?”

One after the other, the doors of each room opened up and the passengers peeked out.

“That was a massive tremor! I screamed when I thought we were gonna be hit by the meteor!”

“So the plan was a success and Kirby did it?”

“Yeah! A huge success!”

The conductor and maid gave a smile as cheers resounded.

“We’re safe! We’re safe!”

“Hooray! Let’s party!”

Within the uproar, Bandana Waddle Dee shouted.

“What about Kirby? We have to quickly help him out!”

Pushing aside the Waddle Dees, King Dedede appeared.

“Ow ow ow…I hit my head against the wall! Stupid Kirby, couldn’t he have been a bit more gentle with the jumping?!”

“Your highness…!”

“I’m gonna go complain. You all wait here.”

Dedede opened up the car window.

“I’ll join you.”

The voice came from Meta Knight. The two of them exited the window. Kirby was unconscious on top of the train with both of his hands still grasping the top of the train. His jet tank was cold after using up all the charge from it. King Dedede and Meta Knight landed next to him and called out.

“Are you really sleeping? Get up, Kirby!”

“You did well, Kirby. Thanks to you, everyone made it out safely.”

However, Kirby did not regain consciousness.

“Chef Kawasaki’s gonna make a whole feast for you.”

Kirby’s eyes did not open.

“He didn’t wake up even though I said he was going to have a feast. This is serious…” Meta Knight said with worry.

“That’s not even trying! If you wanna wake up Kirby, here’s what you do!”

Dedede reached into his gown and pulled out a bright red maximum tomato.

Meta Knight was taken aback.

“Why would you bring that out here…?”

“It’s a king’s preference. Eat up, Kirby!”

He shoved the Maximum Tomato in front of Kirby’s mouth. Maximum Tomatoes are Kirby’s favorite food, so it caused him to instantly spring awake.

“Waah! A Maximum Tomato! Thank you for the food!”

Kirby suddenly gained a lot of energy, opened his mouth, and gulped the maximum tomato down. With an utterance of “good grief” from Meta Knight, he stood up.

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All the passengers gathered in the dining car for a huge party. Of course, it was a sweets party.

“I’ve made lots of cakes! They’re new recipes that I’m proud of! We’re celebrating the fact that we avoided the meteor, so everyone eat as much as you like!” Chef Kawasaki said with a shining face.

Cheers rose from the passengers. “Hurray!”

“To commemorate the success of avoiding the meteor!”

While everyone was overjoyed, Captain Vul tried to quietly leave the dining car without being noticed, but was stopped by a concerned Chef Kawasaki.

“Where are you going, Captain Vul? Do you not want to participate in the sweets party?”

“…I have no right to participate in it.” He replied in a solemn voice. “I’ve caused everyone trouble. I’m returning to my room.”

Chef Kawasaki ran over to him. “You told the truth and returned the sugar, so that’s enough.”

“But...”

“What does everyone else think? Can Vul participate in the party?”

The chef looked around at everyone’s faces. The first person to raise their voice was Kirby. “He can!” He shouted, raising both of his hands. “It’ll be more delicious if everyone eats together! Now come and sit down, Vul!”

The passengers looked at each other before responding.

“Well, him hiding the sugar was pretty awful…”

“He said he’s sorry, so I’ll forgive him.”

“It’s as Kirby said, sweets are better when eaten together!”

Similar comments rose up, but Vul’s face didn’t lighten up.

“…I’m glad that you say that, but… it’s humiliating as the captain of the Halberd…”

“Of course, you will have to be punished.” Meta Knight said.

“…I am prepared to accept it.”

“Starting tomorrow, you are forbidden from eating sweets.”

Vul, who had been hanging his head, shot up in shock. “No… sweets…?”

“It’ll also help with your diet so you can kill two birds with one stone.”

“Y… yeah…” Vul blinked. “But if I’m forbidden from eating sweets, then I can’t participate in the party today, right…?”

“Meta Knight said “tomorrow”. You can participate in the party today!” Chef Kawasaki said.

“B…but…!”

In response to Vul’s complex expression, the chef replied. “It’ll be fine. I made a lot of snacks that you can eat even if you are on a diet. I’ve made tofu cake, coconut milk agar, and other delicious dessert recipes that won’t make you fat!”

“…what?! Tofu cake… agar…!?”

Vul trembled as if he was struck by lightning.

“D…desserts like that exist…?!”

“Yeah! So you should participate in the party!”

“U… uu… you have my gratitude… thank you so much, Chef Kawasaki!”

“If that’s what you’ve decided, then let’s start right now! Cheers, everyone!” King Dedede said.

Everyone raised their glasses full of juice.

“Cheers! Cheers!”

“Thank you, Kirby, and to Capsule J2 as well!”

“I don’t remember much about what happened… but it was something amazing, right?” Capsule J2 said, embarrassed.

“Yeah, it was amazing!”

“It was thanks to you that Kirby was able to have enough strength to do it!”

“You’re the greatest!”

“It’s not just Kirby and Capsule J2 we should be grateful for, we should also thank the crew of the Pupupu Train. We would not be successful if it wasn’t for them.” Meta Knight said.

Everyone shouted in agreement.

“That’s right! Thank you, driver, conductor, and maid!”

“Snacks have been delivered to the cabin. I have a message from the driver. He said “Thank you very much for using the Pupupu Train. Although there was a slight incident, the train will continue its trip unhindered.”.” Bandana Waddle Dee said.

The passengers smiled and applauded.

“It’s not just the crew of the train, but I’d also like to thank York. He carefully wrapped a blanket around me so I didn’t get hurt.” Waddle Doo said.

“Same here. That guy went to each cabin one by one to make sure all the passengers were safe. I don’t like him, but I’d like to thank him anyway.” Bonkers added.

Everyone saw York sitting in the corner of the room.

The maid spoke up. “I’m really glad that no one was hurt, president. President… um… president?”

Even when he was called out to, York didn’t respond. In contrast to the joyful passengers, he seemed devastated, not even participating in the cheers and just mumbling to himself.

“The cargo hold… it took so much effort to collect those slumbercumbers…!”

Hearing this, King Dedede threw his head back. “Too bad for you. Your moneymaking scheme has collapsed!”

“…”

“That means you can’t do anything bad!”

York was completely depressed and continued to talk to himself.

“But… there’s one box… only the box that was carried to the kitchen was safe…”

No one was listening to his monologue anymore. Everyone was smiling and chatting as they ate the cakes that were brought in one after another. However, Meta Knight was the only one staring at him with sharp eyes.

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