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Starry, Starry Night Pt 1

Happy birthday dear friend!!! @thefreakandthehair Lex you are a pillar of the fandom, an amazing writer, and just all around one of my most favorite human beings. I'm so so lucky to get to call you one of my best friends and I hope this fic puts a smile on your face!! @stevethehairington and @hbyrde36 thank you for betaing and for encouragement!!!!

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Steve was asleep at the counter.

Again.

Robin placed another VHS precariously on the top of the pile surrounding him, making sure to adjust it so it wouldn’t fall. A copy of Secret Admirer had toppled down half a dozen boxes when she placed it without care earlier, and Steve had almost woken up just from the sound. She had worked her way through all of the romantic comedy returns and was halfway through the horrors already, and the pile was up to Steve’s waist.

Her working theory was that she would be able to get all the way through the action movies before Steve was completely covered in tapes.

Part of her wanted to feel at least a little bad for fucking with him every single time he fell asleep. After all it wasn’t like Robin hadn’t fallen asleep on the job herself once or twice, and Family Video wasn’t exactly the hardest job in the world. Now that they lived in a veritable ghost town, the store was lucky to get even a handful of patrons every day.

Apart from her own boredom, there wasn’t really any reason to mess with him or try to wake him up.

But there lay the crux of the problem. Robin and Steve had gotten their jobs as one so they could spend time together. Not so Robin could get stuck watching her best friend drool on the counter she would inevitably be forced to clean before they closed tonight.

So, tape fort.

Robin’s theories were almost immediately dashed though, because just as she placed her fourth copy of Rosemary’s Baby down, Steve stretched out his arms, knocking directly into the wall in front of him and bringing that entire cluster of VHS cases down on his head.

“Ow! What! Why?!” Steve shouted, jerking upwards, startling as the rest of the tapes surrounding him began to tumble to the floor.

Robin snickered to herself as she watched the melee, hopping up onto the counter next to where he had been lying his head and beginning to gather up the failed remnants of her experiment.

“Good morning Dingus,” She sang, lightly tapping him on the top of the head with Ghostbusters, “Did you have a good rest?”

“Robin,” Steve groaned, covering his face with his hands and heaving an absolutely ginormous sigh, “Why?”

“Hey, this is your fault,” Robin protested, putting the stack of tapes to the side and sliding to the floor to start grabbing the rest.

“My fault?” Steve repeated, sliding his fingers away from his eyes so he could glare at her while still hiding his face.

“This is the fifth time you’ve fallen asleep on me this week, Dingus,” Robin said, giving him a look as she waved a VHS around her head, “Look at this place. Look at how boring it is. I need enrichment, I’m like a tiger in a zoo.”

Steve lowered his hands, raising a brow and silently judging her for a second before grumbling and joining her on the ground.

“What? Was making paper clip crowns and hiding M&Ms in my pockets not enriching enough anymore?” Steve asked rhetorically, referencing the other things she had done this week during his impromptu naps as he collected the rest of the rom-coms.

“Nope.” She replied, popping the p as she stood, tapes in hand, “Five times, Stevifer. Five.”

“So?”

“So, it’s only Wednesday!” Robin shouted, walking around the counter and towards the shelves, knowing Steve would be following close behind with his own stack. “Is Eddie really still that excited about getting you in his bed every night?”

“You would be the first person to know,” Steve said, wagging his eyebrows and looking far too smug for Robin’s tastes.

That much was true. Steve told Robin everything. What he had for breakfast, any weird customers that came in while she wasn’t scheduled, the stupid things the kids said, and, to the chagrin of both Eddie and Robin, anything and everything to do with his sex life.

And god damn it did her best friends have a lot of sex.

“Okay, so it’s not Eddie keeping you up,” Robin said, a small pit beginning to form in her stomach. She had hoped it was just them fucking like bunnies and Steve needing to recharge during the mornings, but now she was pretty sure it was the other thing, and that was a lot worse.

There was no quick fix for that particular problem.

“You wanna talk about it?” Robin asked softly, turning towards her best friend and trying to be as gentle as allowed.

“Not really,” Steve said, keeping his eyes on the shelves and avoiding her gaze.

Okay, so not gentle. Trying to get Steve to open up was a weird careful tightrope walk between being gentle enough to lower down his guard, while also being firm enough that he didn’t feel like he was being treated like a child. So far Robin was the only one who managed to succeed most of the time, but even she stumbled on occasion.

“You know I don’t mind covering for you, but you can’t keep this up, Dingus,” Robin tried, nudging their shoulders together as she did, hoping that a little extra physical contact would open Steve up even more, “It’s not healthy, and they’re not worth it.”

Wrong thing to say. It was like she could physically see the walls coming back up around him.

“I’ll be fine, Robin,” Steve said, the forced nonchalance in his tone hurting her almost as much as it was definitely hurting him.

“You’re not sleeping again,” She stated plainly, putting it out there for both of them to see. Steve flinched at her words as if she had physically struck him.

“I’m just…still adjusting,” He tried.

Adjusting was still figuring out how the oven worked at Eddie’s new trailer, or trying to find the best routine for sharing the bathroom in the morning. Adjusting was planning work schedules, learning how to live together, becoming used to each other's rhythms.

Whatever was happening here wasn’t adjusting.

“Steve, It’s been almost a month since…” Robin started, trailing off as she tried to find the right words to help him.

Steve already had them.

“Since what, Robin? Since my parents kicked me out?” Steve interrupted, his voice hard and angry as he forced himself to meet her eyes, as if challenging her to try and find a kinder way to say it.

That wasn’t a challenge she was planning to take on. There was no making this better.

“Yeah, since your parents kicked you out,” She repeated, refusing to meet his level of emotion, knowing that would only make Steve even angrier. Sure enough he pushed away from her, stalking over to the counter and furiously punching returns into the computer, a storm cloud of rage swirling around him.

“Steve-”

“God Robin, will you just drop it?!” Steve snapped.

Robin leaned ever so slightly back at his sudden shift and Steve let his eyes slip shut, hanging his head low and taking a slow deep breath. The anger drained from his face, leaving behind only barely there frustration, and a longing that his parents didn’t fucking deserve from a son that was far too good for them.

It wasn’t exactly a shock when Richard and Diane showed up and told their son to pack his shit and leave, but that didn’t make it any less painful for Steve. Robin had never had any faith in them, but for some reason Steve did. He expected his parents to love him just as much as he loved them, and he had deluded himself into thinking that they had only ever done the things they did to try and make him better.

Letting go of that couldn’t be easy, but it was also one of the few things about Steve that Robin felt she would probably never fully understand.

“Please.” Steve whispered, Robin’s heart breaking at the pain in his voice, “I just don’t wanna talk about it, Bobbin.”

Rather than answering she rounded the counter, pressing her body into his side and leaning her head against his shoulder. Steve adjusted to fit her automatically, two becoming one as she let Steve breathe into the pain instead of ignore it.

“Were you at least having a good dream?” Robin asked, her voice slightly muffled by the soft sweater Steve was wearing, wishing she had a way to help him.

“Oh yeah, it was great,” He said with a soft laugh, “I was lying back on a mountain of pillows while Eddie was using his massive thick-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll be forced to smother you next time you fall asleep at work,” Robin groaned, sticking her tongue out and gagging as she pushed Steve away from her. She hammed it up for extra effect, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her lips as she listened to Steve’s laughter.

He hadn’t laughed as much in the last few weeks, and Robin hadn’t realized how much she missed the sound. It reminded her of everything good, all the stuff they hadn’t really been able to do since he moved in with Eddie. Burning breakfast together, dancing around the house in their socks, even trying to muffle their giggles in her bed so they wouldn’t wake her parents, looking through the skylight that was above her bed at the stars…

Huh. Maybe she did have an idea of how to help.

“Now that you’re awake, I’m going to take my break,” Robin said in a faux casual tone, stretching and trying to hide the Cheshire cat grin overtaking her face.

“You built a tape fort around me because you were annoyed I fell asleep and you were alone, so the first thing you do when I wake up is go hide in the back alone?” Steve complained, turning back to the computer and restarting the returns he had begun.

“Love you too,” Robin said, pecking his cheek as she practically skipped towards the breakroom. She closed and locked the door, pressing her ear to it for a second just to make sure Steve wasn’t eavesdropping before almost bolting over to the phone in the corner, punching in the number for the Thatcher’s Tires and bouncing in place as she listened to the dial tone.

This was a great idea. One of her best.

“Hey Pete, it’s Robin. Can you put Eddie on the phone?”

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henrywintersslut · 2 years

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you know you want me, baby

plot: you just finished university and started your first work in, what you think, is a hospital. when peter first sees you he just knows that he has to have you. and who are you to deny him…

warnings: degrading, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!), oral (f receiving), slight public (people walking by), slight sub&dom dynamic, age gap (peter is 31 and reader is 23), humiliation kink, slight praise, orgasm denial, overstimulation, slight bondage, size kink (?)

words: 4,1k

notes: hi guys! this is actually my first time ever writing smut! i would love some feedback! also english is not my first language! enjoy!

tbh, i don’t give a fuck if you’re a minor, what can i say? we all get horny

when you first walked into the hospital where you would be working from now on, you were quite perplex.

you expected to see lots of old people, or at least adults. but there were only kids. kids with buzzcuts, all wearing the same clothes, if you could call those white and grey dotted hospital gowns clothes, and all of them looking rather healthy, upset and numb but healthy, considering that they were in a hospital.

at first you thought that you were in the kids wing of the hospital. what made you doubt this assumption was that there were no clouds, rainbows and animals drawn on the walls like there would usually be in the kids wing.

as you walked down the hallway you noticed that every door had one number printed on it. at the very beginning of the hallway the numbers started, or more like ended, with the number 012. and at the end of the hallway the numbers ended with number 002. you weren’t exactly sure why there wasn’t a number one and were just about to ask one of the women walking past you, who you assumed were other nurses, why there wasn’t 001 anywhere but out of the corner of your eye you could see Dr.Brenner walking towards you.

you turned to him, a dazzling smile on your lips, which Dr.Brenner returned. “Hello, Ms Y/L/N. Already making yourself familiar with your new workplace?”. You gave him a nod and walked towards him, “I have a few questions to this place though”. Dr.Brenner nodded and motioned for you to follow him, “let’s talk about this in my office.”.

you walked after him while looking at every door you were passing to see if any of the doors were room 001. (no they weren’t. door 001 was nowhere to be found.)

shortly after you and Dr.Brenner walked into a fairly big room, which must be his office. Dr.Brenner sat down behind a big white desk, motioning for you to take the seat opposite to him. you sat down and looked around, scanning his office, memorising every single detail in the room. when your eyes are fixed on Dr.Brenner again he begins to talk, “so, you said that you had a few questions, Ms Y/L/N?”.

you nod, “yeah well, first of all, is this a kids hospital? because while i was walking i could only see kids.”

Dr.Brenner smiles swiftly, “yes, you could call it a kids hospital.”. you smile back at him before stating your next question, “so, why is there no room 001? i’ve been looking at every door, but 001 is nowhere to be found.”

you noticed Dr.Brenner’s shoulders tensing slightly before he answered you, “we don’t have a number one.”

you furrow your brows, “are the numbers kids? why would you-“. you got cut off by a knock at the office door. before you could ask Dr.Brenner to let you finish your question he shouted for the person to come in.

you turned around, and in the doorway stood a handsome, quite tall man in a completely white, flawless satire. he had a dazzling smile on his lips. the man had blonde perfectly styled hair and stunning blue eyes.

Dr.Brenner was the first one to speak, “Mr.Ballard, is there anything i can help you with?”. the man, whose last name is assumingly Ballard walked into the door, not sparing you a glance, but what you didn’t know is that he already saw you, strolling into the ‘hospital’. “No sir, i just wanted to volunteer to show our new nurse around.”. Dr.Brenner nodded and smiled at him before turning to you, “would you like a tour, Ms Y/L/N?”.

you returned Brenner’s smile and nodded, “i would really appreciate that.”. Brenner turned back to Mr.Ballard before speaking, “you two are supposed to call each other by your last names. all the time. but, Mr.Ballard’s full name is Peter Ballard.”

Dr.Brenner turned back to you and smiled, “if you want to ask me any other questions, you know where to find me.”

and with this sentence Peter offered you his hand. you smiled at him and happily accepted his hand and got out of the chair.

you two walked out of the office together and you turned to him after the door closed behind you two, “so, why you, Mr.Ballard?”.

he turned to you and shook his head, “i don’t understand. why me?”.

you chuckled, “why did you volunteer to show me around?”. Peter smiled, “can’t a man be a gentleman these days?”.

you smiled at him before turning to looks at the doors he pointed to.

after 30 minutes of pointing at doors and explaining where to find which nurse at which time you finally built up the courage to ask him how old he is.

he turned to you and sighed, “we aren’t supposed to talk about this. we’ll get in trouble when we know more about each other than absolutely necessary for our job.”.

you pouted and shook your head, “but Dr.Brenner told me your first name, even though i don’t need it.”

peter scratched at invisible dirt at his pants, mumbling under his breath, “i’m 31”. your eyes widened slightly before you smiled, “you look younger, Mr.Ballard. well, since you already broke the rule, why shouldn’t i? i’m 23.”

peter’s head snapped up to look at you, “you’re quite young, Ms Y/L/N.” you chuckled and looked up at him, giving him your best angry expression, “are you saying that i look *old*?”. peter looked at you with a bewildered expression, “no, no i-i didn’t mean that! i just meant that-“. peter’s rambling was cut off by your laughter, “you’re so cute. this was a joke, pretty boy.”.

you reached up to pat his shoulder and walked off, not before turning back to him and giving him your a sickly sweet smile and a slight wave.

and this was the moment when peter knew that he had to have you. he had to be the one to make this cockiness of yours turn into pure submission.

submission to him.

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later that day you laid on your bed in your new room, smiling to yourself. you were quite happy with yourself, you had gotten to know everyone and the kids were already really fond of you.

you rolled onto your stomach and grabbed your book from your nightstand, deciding that you would read a little bit before going to sleep.

you were an hour into your reading when your door opened and closed soon after with a quiet ‘thud’. you turned your head to see peter standing in your room.

you were about to say something to him, ask him why he’s here, but peter put his finger to his lips and shook his head.

you sat up in bed and peter walked over to your bed. he placed his hands softly, oh so softly, on your shoulders, leaning down to your face. “can i kiss you?” he whispered, so close to your lips that you could taste his breath.

you were shocked but you nodded your head anyways and his lips were on yours in a matter of seconds. you returned the kiss rather softly compared to his feverish kissing.

peter bit down on your bottom lip making you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. while his tongue explored your mouth he guided you backwards onto the mattress.

after a few minutes you pulled away, panting and peter moved down to kiss your neck. while you were trying to catch your breath peter found your sweet spot and started nibbling and sucking at it which made you let out a strained moan.

peter smiled and moved further down to your collarbone, his eyes fluttering up to yours, searching for any kind of discomfort.

he’s satisfied to see that your mouth is slightly agape and your brows are furrowed. “please let me take your shirt off, y/n.”. you bit your lip and looked at him, nodding your head.

peter didn’t waste a second before he started unbuttoning your shirt. he let out a groan when he saw your lacy white bra.

all of peter’s prayers were finally heard. they sent him his rescuing angel.

he pressed a few small kisses in the valley of your breasts while fondling with your breasts. his thumb brushed over your nipple and he felt you shudder, making him chuckle. “so sensitive for me, sweetheart?”.

he guided his hand under the small of your back, slightly pressing you upwards to show you that he wants you to arch your back. you did as he wishes and he reached behind you to undo your bra. the moment your tits were free peter began nibbling, suckling and even slighty biting at your right nipple while twisting and pulling the other one with his hand.

you let out a breathy moan and burried your hands in his hair, pulling his soft blonde locks softly.

peter took his mouth off your nipple, a soft ‘pop’ being heard in the room. he gives you a crooked grin, which made your heart flutter with adoration, before moving over to your other nipple, doing the same thing he just did to your right nipple.

after a while he got bored of that little game of his and decided to suckle at the soft flesh under the swell of your breasts, leaving purple and red splotches all over your breasts.

when he was satisfied with the marks he left on you, and how sensitive and puffy your nipples were he started kissing down your stomach.

his fingers curled around the waistband of your brandnew uniform skirt, only raising his eyes swiftly to yours to search for your approval.

you nodded, your eyes watching his every movement as he slowly, teasingly pulled down your skirt. a smirk slowly creeped up his lips as he saw that you weren’t only wearing matching panties to your bra, but there was a stain of your arousal right in front of him.

he tsked at you and shook his head, “you’re a dirty slut, aren’t you? so desperate for me that you’re fucking soaking yourself, embarrassing.”.

but in fact, he didn’t find it embarrassing at all, it only made his painfully hard errection grow even harder, if that was even possible.

he was contemplating to just give in to the urge to rock pathetically into the duvets.

peter looked up at you while tracing the outline of your pussy through your panties, “mhh, let me make you feel good, angel.”

you looked down at him and took a shaky breath. you looked into his eyes which were now no longer the dazzling blue from earlier, but a darker shade which showed you just how much he wanted you. you were just about to nod when you heard quiet talking outside, your eyes snapping to the door immediately.

it was that moment that you realised what you were doing.

it was one thing to disobey the rule of knowing each other better than you’re allowed to by telling each other how old you are, but this? you two definitely shouldn’t do this.

you looked down at peter with worried eyes, “maybe- maybe we shouldn’t, peter…”. peter just gave you a sweet smile and rested his hands on your stomach, “we won’t get caught, angel. i’m gonna make sure we don’t get caught. and besides, you shouldn’t feel ashamed of what makes you feel good. now, please let me taste you.”

you looked down at him and nearly moaned out loud when you saw the desperation etched into his gorgeous features and the way his lustful eyes kept flickering between your pussy and your eyes.

you bit your lip and nodded softly, “o-okay”, peter smiled at you and pressed a grateful kiss to your thigh.

peter hooked his fingers under the fabric of your panties and pulled them down. he let out a quiet groan when your glistening folds were exposed to him.

he pulled your panties off your legs and pocketed them without your notice.

for later times of desperation, he told himself.

peter took his thumb and spread your pussy lips to see your dripping hole. “you’re such a messy girl, aren’t you? i’ve barely even touched you and you’re dripping” he smirked and circled your hole with the tip of his pointer.

your hips bucked towards him and he stopped every kind of movement and pressed the palm of his hand onto your abdomen.

“stay still or i will leave you here like this, dripping and whining desperately for someone to touch you. just like a bitch in heat.”

you whimpered and shook your head, “please touch me, peter.”. his head slowly bent further down to give you a last chance to push him away. but when you whined and pulled at his hair he let any kind of guard he ever had up, down and licked a bold stripe up your pussy with the flat of his tongue.

you leaned your head into the pillow and bit the soft cushion to prevent any kind of noise that’d may escape your mouth as peter started giving your clit a few little kittenlicks.

soon, peter got tired of teasing and started nibbling and sucking at your clit. you moaned into the pillow and arched your back.

peter’s eyes flicked up to find yours staring at him intensly. you felt his perfect lips curve into a smirk as your hole fluttered when his eyes met yours.

peter focused on your pussy again and pushed his tongue into your hole, letting out a moan against you which made you shudder from the vibrations.

you let out a strained moan “p-peter… ple-ase…let me make you feel- oh fuck…- good too..”

peter’s eyes flicked up to yours, he popped his mouth off your clit for a moment just to mumble a “feeling so good when i’m buried between your thighs, angel…” before diving in again and starting to suck and nibble at your clit harder and more urgently while sneaking a finger inside of your throbbing hole.

you threaded your fingers through his curls and bit your lip while bucking your hips onto his face. peter watched you intently while suckling at your clit.

he slowly sunk another finger inside of you and felt you squeeze his fingers tighter. your eyes fell shut and you let a very audible moan slip through before you clasped your own hand over your mouth.

you’ve obviously had sex before, but nothing compared to this. peter was so skilled that you were seeing stars already and he was barely eating you out for ten minutes.

“‘m close… so close, peter!” you suddenly chimed up, your voice slightly pitched due to your nearly graspable orgasm.

only a few more seconds, you already saw it dangling before you… so close…

suddenly peter pulled away and gave you a sadistic smile that quickly turned into a faux pout. he leaned down and gave your clit a last gentle kiss which made you jolt before he leaned up to your ear and whispered; “so close… yet so far”.

he chuckled and pulled your bottom lip out of it’s pout. “don’t look at me like that, angel. you’ll get to cum soon enough.”

with that peter kneeled on the bed and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. you scrambled to get up too to take his belt off before he, not so gently, pushed you back on the bed.

“you’ve gotten no permission to touch me, as far as i remember, slut.”

as so often your own body and your dirty dirty mind betrayed you and you just had to rub your thighs together which made peter let out a taunting laugh. “what a desperate little thing you are, angel. don’t worry, i’ll teach you manners soon enough.”

he kept unbuttoning his shirt agonisingly slow and when it was finally off your eager eyes practically devoured him alive. you scanned every inch of skin that you were able to see so carefully, you were sure you could make out every single pore.

but what your lust clouded mind didn’t notice was a little tattoo at his left wrist. just a black splotch from far away that every clearthinking person would’ve noticed.

well, you weren’t clearthinking anymore. the only thing you could think about was how handsome peter is and the itch between your legs.

you didn’t register that peter took any more clothing items off until he hovered over you again. “turn around” were the words he whispered next.

you flipped yourself over onto your stomach and peter pulled your hips up into the air. he grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back before a smooth leather band held them together.

his belt.

before you could react you could feel his hips grinding against your ass and his warm back leaning over yours.

his hot breath hit your ear as he whispered “you think you can take me, angel?”. you nodded eagerly into the pillows and whined. “yes yes… please, peter…”

he placed a kiss on your cheek before sitting up on his heels and giving his cock a few pumps. you crained your neck to look at him and let out a soft moan at the sight.

his hair was messy from your pulling on it earlier, his lips puffy from eating you out and his eyebrows pulled together in cause of the tiniest friction of his cock after it being neglected for so long.

he guided his tip towards your leaking entrance and slid his cock up and down your messy cunt a few times before returning to your entrance.

peter placed a hot palm on your lower back and rubbed some reassuring figures on the soft skin. “you ready, angel?”.

you gave him a nod and looked back at him again. “yes, yes ‘m ready!”, you said eagerly.

peter leaned down and gave you a soft peck on the lips before pushing your head back into the pillows.

peter guided his cock slowly into you and groaned loudly when he bottomed out. he stayed still for a minute before starting to grind his hips against your ass.

you moaned into the pillows when peter finally started to thrust into you. his hips pulling away and snapping forward at a steadily building pace.

you bucked your hips back towards him and muffled your moans in the pillows, along with your pleads for him to go faster.

by the time peter was thrusting into you hard and fast like you wanted from the beginning on, you were already close again in cause of your sensitivity from your orgasm being taken away so close to the peek.

if it weren’t for peter holding your hips up and slamming them towards his you would’ve long ago collapsed on the bed.

you turned your head to look at peter with pleading eyes. he looked down at you and cocked his head with a faux pout; “what is it, angel? are you close, hmm?”

you nodded and stuttered out a broken yes, your legs twitching from your impending orgasm. peter kept his pout on and tried to hide the evil smile behind it; “y’gonna have to hold it, angel. gonna have to wait f’me to cum.”

you groaned frustratedly and snapped your eyes shut.

to make matters worse peter reached a hand down and started playing with your clit. your eyes flew open and looked at him with frustrated tears prickling in your eyes.

“p-please let me cum, peter…”; peter shook his head disappointingly and pulled his lips down into a frown. “you’re such a greedy slut, aren’t you? can’t even wait for me to cum with you.”

you moaned loudly as your hips started jerking back to his, “please, peter…”. he gave you another disappointment look but whispered ‘cum’.

you let out a string of thank you’s while your legs now trashed under you and you came around peter’s cock.

when you came down from your orgasm you noticed that peter was still pumping into you. you whined and tries to squirm away from him; “stop, peter. ‘s too much… already came!”

peter let out a low grunt and kept slamming his hips into yours. “well too bad that i didn’t cum yet. you gotta wait for me to be finished with you, angel. i will stop when i feel like it.”

you lowered your head back into the pillows your whole body jerking from aftershocks and overstimulation.

you felt peter’s grip tighten on your hips and hus thrusts getting more eratic. “oh, angel, ‘m gonna fill you up so good… you’ll never even think about another man.”

you whined and bucked your hips against his; “please, peter… need y’cum!”. peter gripped onto your hair with one hand and pulled your head up, he leaned down and hissed into your ear “tell me how badly you want my cum, angel.”

you moaned loudly, uncaring if anybody heard at this point and bucked your hips again. “need it so bad, peter. wanna have y’babies. please fill me up… needa feel full.”

peter groaned and threw his head back, “such a dirty slut you are. pretending to be a good innocent girl meanwhile you are begging me to fill you up. dirty, dirty girl.”

peter hips jerked into you erraticly a few times before you felt his hot cum shooting into you.

you squeezed for eyes shut and stiffled a moan at the unknown feeling. peter’s hips jerked a few more times while he came down from his orgasm before he pulled out.

he unbuckled the belt from around your wrists and kissed the sore red spots of where the belt strained against your wrists.

he grabbed onto your hips softly and turned you onto your back. as soon as you could see him you gave him a tired smile which he returned.

he leaned down to press a soft kiss onto your sweaty forehead and brush a few strands of hair from your face. “such a good little angel for me.”

you smiled at the praise and crained your head to peck peter’s lips. his hands were carresing the red fingertip prints on your hips before one hand trailed lower.

you felt his fingers inside of you before your brain could catch up with what was happening. your hips tried to jerk away from his touch but he held them down firmly.

peter looked away from his fingers stuffed into your cunt to look up at you. “shh, angel. ‘s alright, just gotta make sure that all of my cum stays inside of you.”

he gave you a soft smile and fucked his fingers into you a few more times before he was satisfied with his work.

he pulled his fingers out and tapped your lips with them. “open your mouth and suck my fingers clean, angel”

you opened your mouth and started sucking his fingers obediently while holding eye contact with him. he let out a groan while holding eye contact, “don’t tempt me, angel.”

you popped your mouth of his fingers and he smeared your spit onto your cheek before leaning down to kiss you.

“i’ll be back tomorrow, angel. keep my cum inside you, i’ll check. and i warn you to behave tomorrow and not even think of washing your messy little cunt.” he pecked your lips one last time before he got up to get dressed.

you pouted and watched him get dressed, “y’not gonna cuddle me?”. he turned to look at you and sighed, “i wish i could, angel. but we’re gonna get caught if i stay here for the night.”

you nodded and looked at the clock on your night stand, “are you gonna get back safely?”

he smiled at your concern but he bit his smile back when you looked at him, “i’m not gonna get caught, i promise, angel.”

he leaned down to give you a last peck on the forehead before scrambling out the door.

you curled up under your blankets and smiled happily, the time here could be more fun than you’d imagined.

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novankenn · 4 months

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From Full House to Four of a Kind!

/===/ @ sirnoobsalot I mean May Zedong is a redhead. Neo could change her hair color on a fly. If you wanna go the Milf route Glynda is there, it's a good sequel since she'll be stopping this shenanigan (presumably) only for Pyrrha to hoist her over her shoulder and drag her back to her full house /== Master Post List ==/

The students of Beacon were giving Pyrrha a wide birth, with many red-heads and blonds donning hats or just dying their hair completely to hide from the "Red Queen" and her obsession with whatever she was doing with the girls she had already... absconded with.

Yang: I'm scared... like what if?

Blake: Pyrrha has already said you are off limits. You're my blond remember?

Yang: She's on the prowl again...

Blake: Well I doubt she'll... crud! Crap!! SHIT!

Yang: Blake?

Blake: The transfer students!!

Yang's eyes open wide, but it was too late. There wasn't enough time to warn any of them. It was like watching the circling of a shark as Pyrrha moved about the outskirts of the cafeteria, her emerald eyes watching, appraising, and then selecting.

Yang: Wish me luck.

Blake: Yang?

Yang jogged the short distance from where she and Blake and been standing to intercept Pyrrha as she prowled.

Yang: P-Money... what cha doing?

Pyrrha: I came to a revelation last night...

Yang: And that was... maybe you should stop collecting people?

Pyrrha: Heavens no! It was that four of a kind is better than a full house.

Yang: Four of a kind? You mean you're going to...

Pyrrha: Oh she's adorable...

Pyrrha points out a shy red-head wearing a beanie pulled down over one eye...

Pyrrha: How could I forget that Arslan was a blond! She's perfect! Excuse me.

Yang wanted to shout out a warning, but Pyrrha was upon her quarry in a heart beat.

May: (Cradled under Pyrrha's arm) EEP!

Arslan: (Thrown over Pyrrha's shoulder) NIKOS! WHAT THE HELL?

Pyrrha: You two are perfect! That's four of a kind for red-heads... but only three of a kind for blonds...

Arslan: Put me down!

May: Four of a kind?

Pyrrha: Hush! Jaune is very loving and will father so many beautiful children with you!

May/ Arslan: HUH???

Yang slowly made her way back over to Blake. As she and everyone else watched as Pyrrha started to walk off with two stunned young women...

Glynda: Ms Nikos! Enough of this! You are not only disrupting the peace of this school, and interfering with the composition of other teams... why are you looking at me like that?

Glynda took a step back, as Pyrrha adjusted Arslan and May, before taking a step forward, and strange unnerving smile on her face.

Pyrrha: You're... blond...

Glynda: Yes...

Pyrrha: Four of a kind!

Glynda: What? HEY! OUCH!

Pyrrha: Everyone comfy? Time to meet You baby daddy!

May/ Arslan: Baby Daddy?

Glynda: Help me! Call Ozpin! Call Ozpin!

Everyone just froze as Pyrrha walked out of the cafeteria. May Zedong under one arm, Arslan Altan over a shoulder, and dragging a panicking Glynda Goodwitch by the ankle behind her.

Glynda: (Desperately clinging to the door frame) Help me!?!? Please?

Pyrrha: Now, now professor... just think of all the blond bundles of joy you will give Mama Arc!

Glynda: Ahhhhhhh!!! Hhhhheeeeeellllllppppp!

Everyone shivered as the door frame leg go and the authoritarian professor vanished into the hallway.

Yang: Blake?

Blake: Yes Yang?

Yang: I am VERY happy to be your Blond.

Blake: Thank you Yang. That means a lot to me.

Off in a corner of the cafeteria silently sat a young woman. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the display of pure power and insanity. She titled her head to one side then the other. before standing up and making her way out of the cafeteria, hot on the heels of the one she was sure people were calling the "Red Queen".

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #may zedong #arslan altan #glynda goodwitch #this is all mama arc's fault

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skymoral · 4 months

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TEACHERS

Bi-Han x B!F Wife Reader W/ Children (Ep 1)

Summary: This episode of Mortal Kombat is called Teachers

Tags: Family & Fun

A/N: I will make a series out of this, and comic it into the OC! It helps with ideas and Bluey inspired, but I hope you ladies still like it 💅🏾

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“Daddy are you sure you’re alright watching the girls by yourself. While I take the boys to see there cousins match.” You already had your coat and everything on, along with the boys.

Bi-Han and the girls were seeing them off at the entrance. “The fact you question my ability to watch my own children, offends me.” He said with a bit of agitation.

The Girls Giggled at him, “Aww my ice king, you know that’s not what I mean. It’s because my cousin was hoping you could watch your favorite little person. When my cuz come pick us up.”

“Who is the favorite person, you speak of?” As soon as those words left his mouth, a little girl came storming in. Arms wide and glasses almost falling off.

“BIHANNNNNNNNNNN!” She yelled jumping in his arms.

“Angelica!?”

“HOORAY! The girls cheered.

He put her down, she took a step back bowing to him formal. “It’s nice to see you again Grandmaster! COUSINS!”

The girls ran and hugged each other. Bi Han went his attention to you and your cousin quickly leaving before he can complain.

“Thank you babe, love u!”

“Thanks Bi-Han!”

You and your cousin yelled out to him before she drove off with her and the boys.

Bi-Han only sighed looking down at the girls, “So what is it my little princesses and student like to do.”

They smirked at each other, “TEACHERS!” They yelled in unison.

Bi-Han was trying to fight off so many demons, because denying them of any fun would cause havoc. Although he will not suffer alone.

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*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*

Angelica tapping the board with a ruler, “Attention students! I will be your teacher for today. My name is Ms. Um… uh… Ms. POPSICLE!” She said in an old lady voice, The girls laughed.

Angelica was dressed in oversized clothes and glasses with strings on it and hanging at her nose. Someone raised there hand.

“Yes um…” she looked and squinted at her clip board. “Mr. Vrbada”

“Do we have to call you that? May we just call you Ms. Angel-OW!” Angelica smacked his hand with a ruler.

“No! It’s Ms. Popsicle and you will refer me as such or you’ll be put in a timeout young man with your head down like your siblings, understand?”

“Yes Ms… popsicle.” He said quietly at the end. Kuai and Bi-Han snickering, trying hold in a laugh with there head down on the desks

“Good! Now who’s ready for gym class!?” Angelica shouted. The girls cheered, but the brothers and Lin Kuei had their resentment for it. Although they didn’t say anything.

The girls were really happy with there family was playing with them. It’s always fun when there father joins it. They were playing jump rope for gym, one of the Lin Kuei were reluctant.

Till they felt a coldness run down there spine, “You heard Miss Popsicle J U M P.” Bi-Han order him, giving him the tone of do it or else.

They did many school type activities, as it was getting close to there mother and brothers returning home.

There last activity was arts & crafts, which some of the Lin Kuei was enjoying. Along with the two brothers. “Are you enjoying yourself brother?” Kuai Liang asked sitting next Bi-Han.

“Define F U N Kuai Liang.” Bi-Han responded unhappily. Kuai Liang just smiled at his brother. Because despite his denial, he definitely is taking it seriously.

He didn’t know his brother had a skill in arts in crafts, as he made art folds of different animals.

“Attention students! As we conclude today’s class. I would like to announce that, EVERYONE HAS PASSED!” Angelica put her hands up happy, then Lin Kuei cheered. Mainly due to the fact it’ll be over.

“As a special graduation, these four girls made all of you a special piece.”

It was Bi-Han’s daughters that made cute little cards for the Lin Kuei attending the class. As well as her uncles and father.

They made a very special one together for there father. It was skillfully decorated and written, with a picture of the family, “Do you like it?” One of his daughters asked nervously.

“Of course I love it, thank you my daughters.” He hugged all four of them tightly.

“I actually have something for you four and your cousin. From what I learned in art and crafts.” Bi-Han showed them the little animal folds he’s made for them.

Which they really loved, and when the game finally ended he gave Angelica hers. She bounced from Joy and thought it was so cool and amazing.

“I’m sure my girls are hungry?” He asked them.

“Yes!”

He had the Lin Kuei prepare a meal, which they obeyed happily. They were a bit emotional from the cards they gave them. Each one was special.

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“Bi-Han we’re back!” You shouted, you noticed it was very silent.

Making the boys go on full alert scouting the premise. Before giving their mother and cousin the okay.

“You hey cuz you hear that?” Your cousin asked, you stopped to listen. Then heard a tv on in the girls room.

All of you went towards the sound and peaked in the room. Your heart melt so hard, Bi-Han was sleep with all the girls cuddled around on the bed. Including Angelica in the pile, a lil snore coming from her mouth. They fell asleep watching a movie.

“You don’t mind if Angelica spent the night do you?”

“Girl please, call me when she’s ready to go home. Bye boo, by boys.” Your cousin whispered her farewells.

“I guess you boys are sleeping with mommy tonight. I may need protecting.” You smirked at them. As you all left them be and asleep, you guessed they must of had a very eventful day.

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A/N: I really like doing the softer stories :>

Side Note: So an extra tidbit I still try to keep some of the characteristics and personality of the characters from MK1 or how I believe they are. Bi-Han is still a bit mean and attitude issues. With a superiority complex.

For me instead of making him evil he’s really like an anti-hero he’ll do what he sees fit, but he does care for his family and is gentle when it comes to them. If anyone questions how I write them :>

#mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #reader insert #fanfic #black fanfic writer #black family #tomas vrbada #kuai liang #lin kuei #family fanfic #family fun time #bi han loves his daughters #bi han and his children

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keyboard-mang0 · 1 year

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Lost and Found

Part 5!

Genshin Impact x Child! God! Fem! Reader

This has passed the point of impulsiveness with the amount of effort it took to make myself write! But it's a silly idea for a cult au with a dubious level of proper SAGAU, and no hint of Imposter in sight.

Reader is referred to with she/her, and is set to be around the same age as Klee and the other small child characters. Not proof read! If you see any typos, no the fuck you don't.

Notes: Just barely not a month since the last part! Actually managed to yank myself away from Elden Ring long enough to finish this. You know what "Favored" and "Auxiliary" mean, and now you'll see who all belongs in the two teams. Also establishing where in the game story this takes place!

Warnings: religious themes, likely out of character moments, mentions of blood/bleeding, honestly some very slight body horror stuff, a war scene! Mentions of death/dying, kidnapping, drugging, and stress.

<~Part 4 Part 6~>

Word count: 3,774

Gentle waves lap at the pier, the imposing shadow of the Alcor casting away from where it sat docked. Earning the glances of shogunate guards that found themselves disinclined to actually approach the waiting crew.

Beidou leans over the rail, glaring down at Ritou as annoyance growled from her throat. Whirling to face her Inazuman companion, "Where the hell are they?"

Kazuha shrugs quietly as the sound of hurried steps pull both people's attention to a head of blonde hair. A young woman sprints down the pier, the large bow of rope tied at her back bouncing behind her. "Wait! I'm sorry for being late!"

"Firecracker!" Beidou shouts, jumping off the side of the Alcor, landing on the pier hard enough to shake the wood boards.

"Captain Beidou!" Yoimiya shouts excitedly as she dives into a hug with the taller woman. The pair laughing through the embrace, "it's good to see you! How have you been? Have you seen Miss Jean and Shenhe? How are they?"

Setting the girl down Beidou smiles brightly, "whoa whoa, slow down there. Good to see you too. I've been good, and had a really eventful time lately. I, sadly, just missed Ms. Serious. And Shenhe is… Shenhe, she's fine… I think."

Yoimiya nods in understanding, "well I'm really looking forward to hearing what this little meeting of the Favored is for!"

"Well we're still waiting on the two Auxiliaries we came for as well." Beidou groans, rubbing at the back of her head as she spares a glance in the direction of Ritou.

"What? I thought I was late enough that you might leave without me. Are they not here yet?"

"Nope," Beidou pops the P as she speaks, turning her eye back to the blonde, "but the Traveler left to look for them already, so let's hope she brings back news."

As if the mention of her summoned her, a flash of blue pours from a teleportation waypoint and from the glare Lumine steps out, Paimon drifting ahead of her as she walks towards where Beidou and Kazuha flanked Yoimiya.

"Please tell me you're here to say our wayward Auxiliaries are on their way here now." Beidou groans in frustration.

The blonde shakes her head, "no, but I have different news and possibly a plan."

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The rain gently falls down over Nazuchi Beach, gray clouds rolling slowly as if they could understand the tension that lay beneath them.

Two armies face one another down. With armor purple like the lightning they serve, the Shogunate army cast an intimidating shadow. Sheer number and quality of equipment cast doubt into the comparatively few Watatsumi warriors.

At their center the famed tengu General, Kujou Sara levels an indifferent glare to the red dyed army. Eyes landing on the canine commander standing beside them.

The pair stare, quiet, measured, studying. Both leaders daring the other to call the first command. To announce the battles beginning.

And when blades cross, whoever did call the first order to charge means little. When blood spills, and life is threatened, only one thing holds meaning. Survival.

The battle does not go for long before it turns in one side's favor. The resistance had always known they faced poor odds. But to watch as comrades are cut down in the sand, the skill of a single shogunate samurai proves to be too great for two foot soldiers to handle. They found themselves to be outnumbered by only a small margin. But they were outmatched by a far greater level.

Gorou launches arrow after arrow, dodging above and beneath swords and spears, all the careful precision that has come to be expected of him. Across the battlefield, Sara stands firm, shooting at a slower pace, taking carefully aimed shots that down men with each arrow she lets go of.

Lumine searches the field, eyes scanning over the chaos of soldiers, sword drawn and swinging crushing blows to any who dare get close to her, mind too preoccupied to care which side those left in her wake belonged to. Watching, waiting, looking for the signal they had agreed on. Inching closer and closer to where the General stands without drawing her attention.

Rainfall grows heavier, in the noise of the desperate and dying, who would notice the slow steps of a single woman?

Rain soaked sand began to take a blue glow, bubbles of water rising from the grit, drifting upward, growing in number, peacefully bobbing.

Gorou's eyes are pulled from the battle, widening at the sight of his leaders arrival, "her excellency!"

Kokomi stands proud, arms raised as rain water rises from the sand, drifting bubbles taking to the air, pulling eyes just long enough for the Shogunate soldiers to miss the trampling feet of new enemies.

"The wait is over, my comrades, now is our moment!" She calls out, giving her signal to the reinforcements that follow her.

A second brigade charges from behind the shipwreck, quickly running at their heels a crowd of sell swords. Headed at their front a tall woman garbed in red, dragging a metal slab of a sword behind her.

"I just hope you can afford all these mercs you've gathered!" Beidou's cheerful voice calls through the noise of the battle. The monstrous size of her Creator-given claymore throwing soldiers off their feet several at a time.

Quickly the tide is turned. The ambush pinched the shogunate army in between blades. And the addition of vision holders made individual samurai's skills all but worthless comparatively.

The general lets out a sound of annoyance before waving her hand, "all forces, retreat!" She shouts angrily, turning to make a run for it with her soldiers.

"Here's our chance, Traveler!" Beidou shouts as she sees the retreating Auxiliary member.

Lumine wastes no time, launching herself forward at an almost impossible speed, dashing to catch up with the tengu, diving headlong into the woman. Pinning Sara down into the wet sand as anemo, geo, and electro rage around them both, Kazuha quickly moves to follow, striking down the few Shogunate soldiers that stop to assist their pinned General. The pair rush to retreat back with the tengu in tow.

Kokomi can't help but gawk at the unexpected rush to capture Sara, but how could she complain? A won battle and an extraordinarily strategic prisoner, truly Beidou and her crew prove to be mora well spent.

Stepping down from her position atop the ruined ship, Kokomi finds her way to where her commander stands with Beidou, Kazuha, the now tied up Sara, and the Traveler that she's heard so much about while away. Kokomi gives a small smile, "I must say, Captain, I must commend you. I expected your help would be of great use, but to have taken General Kujou as well? Impressive."

Beidou's boisterous voice echoes in the quiet battlefield as laughter bubbles from her, "well I can't take all the credit. And I can't say her getting captured is for you or our deal."

Kokomi sees Lumine and Kazuha move to take places on either side of Beidou, Lumine pulling Sara behind them with her movement. The Hydro user raises an eyebrow in surprise, "then why, may I ask, did you take her?"

"Nevermind that now. I do have something else to discuss with you, however." Beidou's eye's flash over to Gorou then back to Kokomi, "maybe we should go back to our little hiding spot, get some more privacy."

Suspicion building, Kokomi turns to Gorou, "tend to the wounded and regroup at the fort, I will meet you there." Turning back to the mercenary group, and giving a curt nod as the group move towards the wrecked ship.

Kazuha slings the tengu's bow over his shoulder, while the Traveler passes her vision back and forth between her hands, both earning the fierce glare of Sara.

Beidou pulls a flask free from her belt before turning her eye to the much shorter woman. A broad smile stretching across her features, "well before anything else, it's a little tradition of the Crux to share a toast after such a battle!" Holding the flask out to Kokomi. "This victory is yours, so you take the first drink!" Her smile unwavering as the heavy flask drops into the smaller woman's hands.

Kokomi eye's the flask uneasily, the powerful scent of alcohol assaulting her senses, taking a deep breath, holding it in, and tipping the flask to her lips. The burn is immediate, feeling like a Pyro slime had been forced down her throat.

The intense burn held her attention just long enough to not notice the way Beidou dumped the rest of the flask's contents into the sand after taking it back from her. The floaty feeling in her head takes over, and one moment she's standing proud after her victory, the next the Traveler's arms are wrapped around her torso as her legs no longer hold her. Beidou's voice calls commands, but despite the priestess still seeing the captain stand directly in front of her, she can't clearly hear her voice. Darkness taking over the edges of her vision, the final sight before the dark dominates her senses being Kazuha pulling a visibly confused Sara to her feet while the Alcor crew gather around the group, all following Beidou's direction.

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With her pacing back and forth, Eula was worried Jean might ignite the ground beneath her. The pair of knights waiting outside of Bubu Pharmacy where Ningguang had said in a note she was bringing Y/n, for reasons not well conveyed.

"Acting Grandmaster, this isn't going to help." Eula speaks gently, trying to help the blonde woman to calm down.

"But what if something is wrong with Y/n? What if she's sick? Can gods even get sick? Or what if she got hurt? Who would do such a thing as to hurt a child like her? Much less the Creator herself!" Jean rambles, venting her stresses only a little. But enough to have Eula take long strides and quickly cover Jean's mouth before glancing towards the door.

"Remember what Lady Ningguang said. Don't say that where Y/n might hear it." Eula whispers, eyes locked on the entryway to the pharmacy.

Pushing the other woman's hand away Jean sighs, pinching at her temple, "and then there's that… What are we supposed to tell people? They already know."

The blue haired woman shakes her head, "that doesn't matter right now, when it comes to it, maybe we can make something up, but for now, it's no use to dwell on it."

"You think we should lie to the people of Mondstadt? You know how important just the idea of news about Y/n was to all of them!" Jean whispers incredulously.

"Well, what if it isn't a lie? We just bend the truth and give them something to look towards?" Eula scans the pair's surroundings again, taking note of the distance to the nearest passers-by.

"That still doesn't sit right with me though…" Jean crosses her arms, face scrunched in thought.

Eula shakes her head, "like I already said, right now it does not matter. Lady Ningguang is talking to the doctor here, and said she would tell us what is the matter with Y/n once she had finished with that conversation." Eula steps to the side of the doorway, leaning back as she stares out towards the stairs leading up to the pharmacy. "All we can do is wait, and hope that vengeance will not be necessary."

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"You have some explaining to do, Lady Tianquan!" Baizhu whispers in a harsh tone, normally soft eyes taking a serious glint.

Ignoring his tone, Ningguang simply hums for a moment, "How is she doing?"

The doctor pinches at the bridge of his nose, exasperation pouring from him, "I gave her some medicine for the pain, which seems to be working. But vision healing had no effect at all. It seems all we can do is keep the numbing up until her wings are fully grown in."

"Her wings?" Ganyu asks, yawning into her palm.

"Do you two take me for a fool? You come in here at this ungodly hour with a child crying gold and bleeding traces of all seven elements, and did you expect me to not recognize the Creator?"

Silence hangs heavy as a small white head peeks out from the coils hanging like a scarf. "The little one is without a doubt our Creator, and our Creator bares wings."

"So then what is happening is that she is growing into herself?" Ningguang questions, eyes snapping between the doctor and the snake.

Ganyu stares at the floor, eyes wide at her own silent revelation. "The Creator was not a human, but we summoned a human child. Tore her right from where she once lived, and she was dropped here, alone for so long, and now that she's lived around people again, the child is changing to match."

The trio stand in the quiet, only the muffled sound of the three children talking amongst themselves echoing in the pharmacy.

The doctor coughs into his fist, adjusting his shirt collar before speaking, "Whatever the implications of that, Y/n should stay here for the rest of the night, with luck the growth will be done by morning."

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Y/n lay face down on the table Baizhu had placed her on. The tears in her back have stopped growing, but feathers continue to sprout. All near shining in pure white, unmarred even by the multi-colored blood they grow from.

Klee sits on her knees beside Y/n, tightly clinging onto the other girl's hand. Wide eyes moving back and forth between focusing on patting her friend's head comfortingly and staring as another feather sprouts.

"Is the medicine working?" A small voice suddenly sounds to the opposite side of the bed from Klee. Lavender hair poking up over the top of the simple sheets.

"It doesn't hurt as bad now." Y/n mumbles into the pillow. Turning her head to face the new voice.

A pair of small hands push a glass of water up onto a bedside table, quickly turning from the task in favor of grasping at the edge of the bed to pull herself up onto the surface. "Dr. Baizhu said, you should have some water."

Y/n gives a small nod before moving to sit up, Klee gently helps support the other girl as Qiqi moves to grab the glass again. Soon the two vision holding children watch as the h/c girl gulps down water, silence hanging until the cup is empty.

"Did that help?" Qiqi whispers, pushing the glass back onto the side table.

The girl hums, nodding "I think so." Y/n smiles, turning to face Qiqi, holding out her hand. "I'm Y/n, by the way."

"I'm Qiqi, I am a zombie," giving an awkward handshake, Qiqi's eyes move to a slightly bouncing Klee.

"And I'm Klee!" The blonde girl says excitedly, smiling wide at seeing Y/n so calm again. "Do you wanna be our friend too?"

Y/n matches Klee's smile as she turns to Qiqi as well, both girls waiting patiently towards the silent stare of the other girl.

Qiqi stares back at the pair, unemotive confusion swimming in her head before speaking "I'm sorry, I don't remember how."

"You don't remember how to be friends?" Klee asks, her excitement melting into matching confusion.

Y/n smiles, "well when I stop hurting, we can teach you! And we can all steal whatever tasty things you want!" Y/n giggles, reigniting Klee's excitement as Qiqi stares at the pair.

The zombie's eyes open just a hair wider "even coconut milk?" Her monotonous tone takes the tiniest hint of excitement.

"Yea! Y/n's super good at stealing! That'll be no problem!" Klee cheers, causing Y/n to puff up at the praise.

Sitting back for a moment Qiqi thinks, before reaching behind her and pulling a large book into her lap. "Ok, I'll write orders in my diary so I won't forget."

Klee's bouncing grows more eager, "Yea! We're going to go steal more stuff! And we'll blow something up! And um… Qiqi, what's something you like to do?"

Qiqi stops her writing, staring quietly, "I like to watch the finches."

"Then we'll watch the finches too!"

Qiqi nods before turning her attention back to the diary, pausing to read before facing Y/n again. "But you should lay back down now. Dr Baizhu said you need to rest." Qiqi chides, gently pushing Y/n back into laying on her stomach.

"Ok, but will you stay here with us?" Y/n asks, relenting as Klee joins Qiqi in laying her down.

There is hardly a pause before Qiqi has her answer, "yes," she says simply, grasping onto the girl's free hand shortly after Klee takes hold of Y/n's other.

A small sigh falls from Y/n, both her hands occupied by the other girl's. One unnaturally hot to the touch, the other incredibly cold. But both holding nothing but silent soothing communication.

The feeling of calm washing over the trio. A foreign feeling Y/n has been resisting growing used to. Being at peace, no need to seek out her next meal, no fear of being seen by other people, and no crippling loneliness in the shelter of her hideaway. Just these two friends she's found, that she was able to meet because Beidou and Ningguang had taken her in, off the streets.

Y/n lets out a sharp gasp, the moment of calm abruptly interrupted. Where pained screams would have arisen, only discomforted groaning starts. Hands clenching tight on their hold to the two other girls.

Feathers sprout rapidly, each popping out in the blink of an eye, several at a time. That's when the sitting pair see it, bones and muscles writhe beneath Y/n's skin. Limbs not naturally born forming from the bleeding sea of feathers. Formless masses of sticky wet flesh rise, dragging feathers up along with them. Four almost tendrils sprouting and rapidly forming skin, the bleeding slows to a stop, but the new limbs still wriggle unnaturally.

The door slams open, none of the three girls having noticed the alarmed scream Klee had released. Not until a pair of knights barge in with swords drawn, followed quickly by an annoyed doctor and a concerned Tianquan.

The newly arrived group stop in their tracks. All eyes on the quartet of tendrils as they writhe, muscles finding their place along settling bones, feathers sprouting faster and fuller. Bending and taking the shape of proper wings, the pair higher on Y/n's shoulders appear far larger than the pair lower on her back.

Four wings, pure white in color, and fluffier than clouds on a clear morning. Down feathers of a baby bird twitch with a new feeling. Sinewy muscles settling in place, stretching out like one would stretch their arms upon waking. And much like a baby bird, they fold and twitch, unusable for flight, but a feeling part of the child.

A head of h/c hair pokes up, shaking arms pushing herself up into a sitting position. Qiqi quickly grasps at her shoulder to hold Y/n steady. Klee slowly reaches a hand out to pat the white feathers.

Y/n turns around with a confused smile at the adults in the room, one eye maintaining her natural e/c, the other an orb of solid gold.

"Did something happen?" Y/n squeaks, unsure at the staring eyes.

<~~~~>

A man flops down on the bench beside the contemplative archon, his arms laying over the back rests as he crosses his legs casually.

"Good to see you again, comrade!" Childe chimes cheerfully, a broad smile stretched across his features as he attempts to pull Zhongli into conversation.

"Childe. I thought you'd returned to Snezhnaya." Zhongli states, his eyes dragging to look at the harbinger lounging beside him.

“I did. But her majesty sent me back after receiving some very interesting news.” His face split in a smile hardly covers the air of menace he pushes forward, “I thought perhaps my old buddy the Geo Archon might have some answers for me.” His voice is low enough to prevent passersby from overhearing.

A sigh of annoyance slips from the composed Archon, “and what questions would you like these answers to?”

“I’m here to ask about our Divine Creator.”

Zhongli stills at that statement. Eyes taking a dangerous glow as almost reptilian pupils bore into the Snezhnyan. “And what would you ask me that your Tsaritsa could not answer?”

"Straight to the point then, the Tsaritsa is all too aware of that summoning ritual you held with the gods of Anemo and Electro, so don't try and lie about that." Smirking at the ease of which he was able to start the discussion, Childe ignores the dragon’s glare in favor of taking on a more casual posture. “Well little birdy says that the Divine Creator has been living in Liyue."

The retired archon's posture runs rigid at those words, scale patterns making themselves known around already distinctly inhuman eyes. "Were that the case, I would be by their side."

"I suppose so… but her majesty's tip off is very reliable." Childe leans in closer to the Geo archon, whispered words for no other to hear "and I don't think I need to tell you that an act such as hiding our beloved divine Creator is something many would consider starting a war over."

Zhongli grips at his coat harsh enough to nearly rip the fabric, threatening glare oozing with malice. Jaw tight, wordlessly daring the harbinger to keep threatening Liyue.

Childe lets out a convincingly bright laugh as he creates more distance, again taking the time to appear casual. "Well if you don't know anything, it can't be helped! I just hope I can find some proper news for her majesty, and fast. Wouldn't want my colleagues to be coming here and wreaking havoc, now would we?"

The harbinger hops to his feet, taking a moment to stretch his limbs and half turning back to face the archon. "I guess since you weren't as helpful as I would have liked, I'll have to call on other contacts. The Qixing is quite good at hiding things, but the Fatui won't rest until the Tsaritsa has the answers she wants."

And with the final remark Childe disappeared into the Liyue crowd. His words, still echoing in Zhongli's head.

Could the Creator he had been searching for been right under his nose the whole time?

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zzombiegrrrl · 26 days

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played kahoot with my vet sci team and...

It was SUPPOSED to say "frank iero fangirl" but I ran out of characters........

#my teacher thought it was hilarious 😭#she is the best #shout out ms p #you a real one #my chemical romance #mcr #frank iero #my chem frank #mcr frank

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pokegalla · 2 years

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New idea from @theneurodivergentdummy

It was a very fluffy idea. I just HAD to write it. Enjoy chaotic fluff!!!

Family Comes First

“Tamaaaaaaaa! I’m booooooored”

Saitama glanced back from his manga, “Hi bored. I’m Saitama.”

(Y/n) glared at him and went to the fridge, with ill intent. She knew Saitama was abnormal in his strength and reflects, but he always lets his guard around her. She grabbed a slice of cheese and yeeted it across the room. It landed on Saitama’s head….with a loud slap.

“(Y/N)!!!!” He shouted.

“Oh alas! The caped baldy has been defeated! But eh….,” (Y/n) made a shit eating grin, “I like yah cut G-“ She ran as Saitama chased her around the small apartment. He managed to nab her but Genos suddenly broke into the wall.

“Master! I have heard screams. Are you in danger?!” He shouted. He looked to see Saitama about to throw her over the couch.

Genos sweat dropped, “Oh….false alarm then.”

“Gigi!!!” (Y/n) shouted excitingly. Saitama threw her but towards Genos to which he caught her.

“What have I told you about messing with my master, Ms.(Y/n)?” Genos asked sternly. He sighed when she pouted, “Please act your age. You are around my age. You must act accordingly.”

“Hmmmm….no~,” (Y/n) said. She got down from his arms and grabbed her belongings, “I’m off Tama! There’s a sale on ice cream today!”

“Atta girl! Get those sales!” Saitama said proudly, “Just be careful, k?”

(Y/n) smiled, “Ok~!”

She happily trotted away as they watched, “….Master? I have been meaning to ask you. What is your relations to this girl? How come she has been staying here?”

Saitama stretched, “Oh yeah mmm forgot to tell yah….she’s my niece. She’s going to be staying here from now on. Her folks just died recently from a threat level demon.”

Genos looked shocked, “Really? I-Is she alright?”

Saitama smiled, “She’s a tough one Genos. She won’t let it bother her.”

“Oh….it is still very unfortunate. But that is very nice of you to take her under your wing Master,” Genos added.

Saitama looked slightly embarrassed, “Well yeah she’s family so….I mean she and I were close when we were younger. Wanted to be heros too. But we never got powers. I trained but she’s just living life without a care, enjoying it to the fullest. Kinda envious of her really….” He noticed Genos wasn’t paying attention, “OH COME ON!!! I’m having a heart to heart talk you jackass! At least enjoy it while it lasts!!!”

Genos simply points at the tv, “M-Master….look”

Saitama looked in an annoyed huff only to freeze up. On the tv was a young girl sizing up a monster, waving a gun around and flipping it off. Oh no….

“That’s her isn’t it?” Saitama asked.

Geno nodded, “She’s….not going to actually engage in combat is she?”

“Yup. She would,” Saitama said, popping the p. They looked at each other then RUSHED to get over there. “Dammit kid-!!!”

The sun was already going down. Genos was injured again but not too badly this time. Saitama had him hold himself up with his shoulders to help him walk while (Y/n) was being carried in one arm. They rushed to save her….and they were surprised to see she managed to take down the ringleader with the gun. Unfortunately the minions weren’t too happy about that….luckily Saitama took them out in seconds.

“Mind telling me where you got a GUN from,” Saitama asked.

“Oh right! Guess this is kinda random huh? My dad made this for me in case I’m in trouble since I don’t have powers,” (Y/n) smiled sweetly, “Pretty nifty huh? My old man was a smart guy. It’s very special to me….”

Saitama stared at her thoughtfully before sighing, “Jeez next time warn me about stuff like that. Can’t have you running around with a gun like that. Do you even have a license for that?”

(Y/n) gulped, “Oh….right. That’s a thing.”

“Oh great. First you get ballsy and try to face a whole monster group by yourself, but you also RUN AROUND THE CITY WITH AN UNLICENSED GUN. What you want to get arrested?!” Saitama shouted.

“I BEAT HIM DIDN’T I?!” (Y/n) shouted back, “And I lost my ice cream cause of you! Can’t you be a LITTLE more careful where you punch?!” They kept going back and forth until Genos waved a few dollar bills in front of our faces.

“Do not worry. We can buy ice cream in the nearest grocer at 0.5 miles. We can get there in 2 minutes and 45 seconds with my turbo boosters or at approximately 25 seconds with Master’s speed,” Genos explained. Saitama and (Y/n) exchanged glances.

Saitama shrugged, “Sure. I’ll run. Just take it easy Genos.”

“Thank you Gigi,” (Y/n) said happily.

And they went to buy their ice cream. People gave them odd looks but they couldn’t care less as they happily munched on ice cream and headed home.

#my writing #self insert #funny #cute #fluff #anime oneshot #Saitama #Genos #one punch man #chaotic #saitama x reader #Genos x reader #reader is Saitama’s niece #writing prompt

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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Happy Father's Day Jason

Batsis! Reader X Jason Todd

Warnings:suggestive content, & explicit language.

Words:1062

It's Jason's first Father's Day.

Arthur's notes! Hope you all enjoy! Happy Father's day to all Fathers!!

Jason P. O. V

I sat in the driver's seat and Y/N in the passenger seat. She held my hand as I drove to Wayne Manor for Father's Day. She knows me too well. She knows that I love Bruce but it's hard to say or even show after the hardships that we've been through and put each other through.

Y/N's P. O. V

My hair was in my favorite hair style, wearing my biggest t-shirt, my most comfortable jeans, my shoes and Jason's jacket in attempt to hide my 15 week pregnant bump. My lover is oblivious. I'm in denial, even after seeing the ultrasound picture of my baby. Not to mention he's only been home for 2 hours after helping out his best friend Roy. I have a present for him in my purse for his first Father's Day. I'm still so nervous. I don't know how he'll react to this. I have no doubt in Jason being a good father. I am scared of how my family will react to the news. As Jason pulls into the underground garage I instantly feel see his nerves are on edge. Jason turns the key killing the engine. He takes my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"hey it's all going to go great" I assured him "they love you besides we came here for mother's day, right?" I added with a shrug to my shoulder

"on the contrary we only stayed for like 15 minutes, at best Y/N" He said without ah glimmer of hopefulness.

I pull him into ah kiss and hug him. He wraps his arms around me inhaling deeply and then exhaling. After we were greeted I went into the kitchen to eat some food. I'm starving! Damian walked into the room his arms folded in a intense manner.

"is everything OK bud?" I ask

"you look... Different.. Are you ill? I shall inform Pennyworth seeing as you are neglecting to tend to yourself"

"Damian I'm ok I promise. It'll all make sense to you soon"

"what will? What information are withholding from me!" he accused

"Dami please don't shout. I'm not trying to keep secrets from you. I just can't tell you right now but soon I promise" I pleaded with him.

"then perhaps I'll inform Cassandra that I need information from you that you are refusing to tell me.. We all know Cassandra's unique abilities.. Don't tell her I said that"

"Damian she wouldn't do that to me.. You know that" but she would definitely figure it out quickly.

He grunted in response "Pennyworth!!!" he shouted.

"Damian Wayne!!" I scolded

Alfred stepped into the room "whatever is the matter my boy?"

"it is regarding Y/N. She is ill and refuses to take proper care of herself. I demand that she tell us what has infected her!"

"Master Damian, I do not believe that Ms Y/N is foolish enough to neglect her wellbeing"

"thank you Alfred" I said instantly relieved

"hey babe, what's this?!" Jason asked me from the living room, oh shit!

I gasped oh no!! "don't open that!"

I rush into the living room seeing confusion on my family's faces. I snatched it from him. At least he didn't open it.

"but it has my name? It's for me... Are you hiding something from me?" he asked genuinely curious.

I lean up to his ear "it's for later, ok" I whisper to him kissing his cheek

I lean back down to see, his eyeing gaze to me. His wheels in his turning trying to figure out what was going on.

"mmm.. fine but you know I'll be bugging you about it for the entire day"

I roll my eyes putting the card back in my purse "believe me babe I know" I replied "what were you doing snooping in my purse anyway?" I asked giving him ah playful scowl

"boredom" he scoffed rolling his eyes.

I knew exactly what he was doing. I open the zipper in my purse and grab his fidget spinner. He grinned like ah child. I toss it to him he catches it and instantly starts to play with it. It always seemed to help his nerves. I glance seeing Bruce with a puzzled expression, he then smiled. He knows. I smiled to my father figure. Jason would not leave me alone about the card throughout the day. I began to notice the way Cassandra acted around me was different. She gave me anything I needed. I know she knows. I need to tell Jason before he figures it out. I take him to his old bedroom. I shut the door and lock it. He of course thought we were going to be doing something entirely different. I take the card and give it to him. Jason opened the card inside it said 'Happy Fathers Day!' with the first ultrasound pictures of our baby. I softly smile moving his jacket that I wore and place an open palm on my small bump. He takes a deep breath and sits on his bed. He gazes at, my abdomen. His face unreadable scaring me but then he smiled widely.

"I can't believe--" he stammered

I nodded "I know"

"look at that little baby!" he exclaimed gazing to the picture. "I'm gonna be a dad!"

I holds his arms overjoyed by his reaction "shh! I don't want the fam to hear you!" I said genuinely happy with ah laugh

He smiled widely and looks at my abdomen. He holds my waist while sitting on the bed

"I knocked you up! I'm gonna be a dad!" he places his forehead on my abdomen with adoration in his eyes "hey baby it's your daddy" he gasped laughing, I began to laugh with joy. I hear his voice shake as his lips tremble "we're gonna be a family!"

I reach my hands to his face cupping them "Aww don't you dare start crying Jaybird. I will kill you if you make me cry!"

He laughs softly, lifts my shirt above my swollen abdomen and looks at my bump with so much love. He gently rubbed his thumb against where our baby is.

He gently shakes his head softly laughing "I'm so oblivious" he said with a chuckle

I chuckled "true" as tears falls from the deeply emotional moment "happy Fathers day Jason"

#happy fathers day #fathersday #Father's Day #Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd X Pregnant! Reader #Pregnant! Reader #Batfamily #Damian Wayne is really worried #Alfred is a Saint #Bruce Wayne is a good dad #Cassandra knows #Unplanned pregnancy #Pregnant #Loving batfam

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summahsunlight · 11 months

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Perhaps It’s Fate, Part 25

Rating: T, to be safe

Word Count: 1.5k+

Summary: After joining the Resistance as a mechanic, you were happy to keep to yourself, until a little orange and white bb unit and his master wander into your workshop one day.

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Mechanic!Reader

Start from the beginning!

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Here is the next part. It hasn’t really been proofread, but I wanted to get it out there to you since it’s been so long! My taglist is probably extremely out of date, but let me know if you want to be added! Comments, likes, Reblogs are always appreciated!

Poe was quiet.

They had easily slipped into their meet-up spot with their informant; which, for Poe, felt too easy. He was always on edge, waiting for the worst case scenario to happen--and you suppose, given his history, he had good reason to be so. Still... even when he was one edge he was always talking.

His silence was unnerving; even Chewie was concerned about it.

You tried not to think about it too much. If you did, it made even more panicky than usual. Somehow, you and Finn managed to pass the time making small talk but the fact that Poe wasn’t joining in was bothersome.

“I thought he’d be in a better mood with you around,” Finn admitted when the two of you were alone in the hold. “Guess I was wrong.”

“He’s putting too much pressure on himself,” you whispered. “I’m afraid he’s going to push himself too far and snap.”

Poe had kept to himself that morning, as they made their final push through hyperspace to meet up with their spy. You had hoped that he would at least open up to you a little bit, but he seemed guarded around everyone. Were you losing him? you wondered, anxiously. It was entirely possible that he was growing tired of taking care of you and trying to keep the Resistance together.

Finn had the same worries as you did. Poe wore his heart on his sleeve and as the mood around the Resistance was getting more desperate--so wasn’t Poe’s mood. It didn’t help that Rey insisted on staying behind to continue her training with Leia--it was the commander’s belief that they needed Rey out helping them, not staying behind on Ajan Kloss.

When the ship pulled out of hyperspace, both you and Finn sprang up and headed into position. You joined Poe in the cockpit and winced when he barely acknowledged your presence. Before leaving, you had promised BB-8 that Poe was going to fine, that he was going to come back more like himself from this latest mission. However, as you watched him work, scowling slightly and commenting that their location wasn’t going to be easy to escape from should the First Order show up--you realized that it was going to be an impossible promise to keep.

Something had changed within Poe.

“Finn! Do you have it?” Poe suddenly yelled, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Finn shouted back.

It was then that you were aware of the low whine of approaching TIE fighters. Swallowing, nervously, you held your breath as Poe told you to hang on. Clutching the sides of your chair, you slammed your eyes shut. You knew Poe’s skills were unmatched but zipping through this cave, with TIEs hot on your tail--it put even his skills to the test.

Chewie and Finn were calm--or they seemed calm as they Poe evade the TIEs and take them out. No matter what they did, the pursuit was relentless. The First Order did not want the Resistance to know what was on that data chip the spy had given Finn.

Loud, heavy footsteps behind you, alerted you that Finn had joined you in the cockpit. You opened your eyes and looked at him nervously. He stood between Poe and Chewie, hands gripping the backs of their chairs. Poe was working quickly and the Falcon made not one, but two quick jumps to light speed.

“What are you doing?” Finn asked, his voice on edge.

“Light speed skipping,” Poe replied, the epitome of calm.

“Light speed skipping!” You and Finn shouted at the same time, terrified, exasperated--unbelieving-- even as you both watched as the Falcon quickly made jump after jump. This ship wouldn’t hold together--couldn’t hold together--for the stress that light speed skipping put on a ship’s hull.

This was extremely dangerous, even for state of the art ships. You had very rarely heard of this being done--in fact, it wasn’t--it took too many calculations, precision--luck. “Poe! You can’t do this in the Falcon!” You cried, anxiously.

He didn’t flinch; he’d done this before, he could do it again, even if the Falcon wasn’t made for something like this. “She’ll hold together,” Poe assured you.

“Not if we keep this up; you can’t put this much pressure on the hull!”

“She’ll hold.”

That was it, that was the end of the debate; really, because what could you do? If you survived, you could certainly chew Poe out later--if Rey didn’t beat you too it. “Force, you promised me, Poe! Nothing so reckless it could tear the ship to pieces.”

Poe didn’t respond--at least not directly to them. He pulled back on the hyperdrive lever. “One last jump--possibly forever,” he claimed. Finn sucked in a sharp breath next to you and all you could do was close your eyes and pray for the best.

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You don’t think you took a breath until you stepped off the Falcon and back on the the solid ground of Ajan Kloss. For a second you were sure that Poe had killed you all--it was probably a miracle you were still alive after his latest stunt.

Finn stumbled next to you as crews rushed past to put out the flames that Poe had set afire to the Falcon. If Han Solo was alive--Poe would be a dead man. It kind of felt that was what Poe wanted after their latest narrow escape, but then Finn shook that thought of off. If Poe didn’t think he could have pulled off the light speed skipping, then he wouldn’t have attempted it--especially since you had been on board. “One of these days,” Finn gasped, “I think he is gonna kill me.”

“Not if we don’t get to him first,” you counter, watching as Poe sauntered down the ramp as if nothing had happened.

“Or Rey,” Finn replied, sucking in a sharp breath as Rey appeared looking confused and horrified and pissed off.

“Han’s ship!” Rey exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the burning Falcon. “What happened?”

“Poe tried to kill us by light speed skipping,” Finn replied.

“Light speed skipping! You can’t do that in the Falcon!” Rey shouted.

“Turns out you can,” Poe said, with a shrug.

BB-8 rolled up then, inspecting the scene. Immediately you, Poe and Finn could see that he was damaged. “What did you do to my droid?” the pilot questioned, kneeling down to inspect the little droid and to see just how much damage had been done.

Rey glared at him. “He looks better than the Falcon! At least he isn’t on fire!”

Poe shot her a look. He’d left BB-8 in her care and he’d trusted her to take care of him. “At least the Falcon is in one piece!”

Nervously, you glanced at Finn, who rubbed a hand over his face. Somehow you and Finn always ended up in the middle of Poe and Rey’s arguments. And it was usually you that diffused the situation. You were just about to start the process when BB-8 blurted out something, startling both you and Poe. “You dropped a tree on him?” both of you shouted at Rey.

Finn’s eyes went wide as Rey tried to explain it away before Poe stormed off. After quickly assessing the damage to BB-8, you followed him down into the command center. It wasn't hard to find him, because you knew he had gone straight to the General with the intel they had just recovered. He was still angry judging from his stiff body language as he reported things almost went off without a hitch and handed her the data chip.

Leia gave him a knowing smile and gestured towards you. Poe turned slightly and glanced over his shoulder, brow furrowed, before stalking towards you. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped. “She almost killed my droid.”

“Poe,” you sighed, shaking your head. “She didn’t mean it.”

“She has some nerve yelling at me about the Falcon,” Poe countered.

“Well... you did light speed skip in it.”

“It saved our asses--you’re welcome, by the way.”

You glared at him. “Rey is right--you are difficult man.”

Poe returned your heated look. “If I’m so difficult you can leave. No one is forcing you to stay and deal with me.”

He didn’t mean; you knew this, yet--it hurt. It hurt so bad that your eyes filled with tears and you bit your lower lip to stop yourself from crying. “Maybe I will,” you choked out. “Since you feel that way.”

Kriff. Poe thought, suddenly realizing what he’d done. “No, wait, y/n...I didn’t...”

“Shut up, Poe!” you yelled, causing heads to turn. “Just shut up!”

“I’m just trying to apologize,” he replied, tensely.

When he took a step towards you, you reached out and pushed him away. And he knew--he’d gone too far this time--you had never pushed him away before. Never. You gave him one more teary look, before spinning about and fleeing the command center.

Maybe you’d hide for hours, make him think you’d actually left--or maybe you would go hide all your belongings in your quarters, make him really panic that you were gone. Or maybe you would just go; get on the next transport out and never look back.

#my writing #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #Star Wars imagine #poe dameron imagine #perhaps it's fate

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l0rd-0f-c0ws · 10 months

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I traced the strings back to YOU, the missfire creator, and now I have two things to say.

1) THIS SHIP IS SO WONDERFUL EUGHHGFDHGFGFG OH MYGOD 3RD EYE OPENED. Thank you so much for throwing this rarepair in my radar.

2) Do you have any missfire/cesium headcanons?? I'd LOVE to hear some :3c

I FINALLY HAVE GOTTEN MY BRAIN TO WORK ENOUGH TO ANSWER THIS HI HI HI HELLO :) I am in fact no the creator tho that would be @soupsy-daisy who wrote This fic!! I just got VERY autistic about the pairing and was the first person to suggest a name for them (I am the cesium person idr who came up with missfire rn but its also v cute :) )

as for headcanons here are some !!! (Under the cut for those who don't want to see my rambles :) )

Miss Pauling has (somewhat) learned all the languages the Mercs know! this was a job requirement as she had to make sure they weren't keeping secrets, but she does enjoy it. Pyro CAN speak they just don't like taking off their mask nor do they like shouting for people to be able to hear them (legit i have a friend who tried playing dnd in one of those and half the time he had to yell so i could hear him right next to me), so they use sign and writing stuff down to communicate a lot. She was the first person to be able to understand pyro using ASL and she was the one to encourage the team to learn.

Pyro has cronic pain (mecore) and often has flare ups after battles pretty often, and it makes it hard for them to move and shit because Their Legs are being Taken by the Demons. They tend to just try and power through despite feeling like their muscles are attacking them and refuse to tell medic because they feel like they'll just be dismissed as dramatic. While the other mercs have noticed something is up with Pyro when they get back to base most days, no one pushes them to hard on it since theyre always quick to deny any oddities in their behavior, but Ms. P knows because well... its her job to know. She did get them to go to medic and get pain meds to help, as well as laying down with them when its gets to be too much. she also got them a cane not long after to help them out as well as some cute stickers and stuff to decorate it with :)

Pauling hates loud noises if she doesn't feel she has any control over them (Mecore again). like a gunshot? eh half the time shes the one firing the gun, and if she isn't then soon she will be. But things like people suddenly shouting when she didn't expect it, thunder and fireworks, stuff like that will just really mess her up. Pyro is pretty neutral on loud noises like that (tho they LOVE thunder and storms in general) so typically they'll go find her and just sit down and enjoy the silence together away from that

its actually pyros love of storms that helps her enjoy them herself. I have to draw out my idea for this since its a very spesific gay little moment but she basically over their time together begins to associate rain with them and without realizing it starts to get just as excited about rain too :)

I can post some more hcs later but a lot of the ones I had to stop myself from posting are gonna be kinda mentioned in some fics im working on rn >:) Gonna finish chapter 2 of safe with me tonight hopefully so stay tuned for that!!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #miss pauling #ms pauling #pyro #pyro tf2 #cesium #missfire #pyropauling #i love them dearly :)#my posts

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tornadoyoungiron · 7 months

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TRAINTOBER | Day 7 - Refreshment

North recently became Olivia Gresley's personal assistant. She wishes to find out more about the guarded, strange old engine.

Occurs shortly after A Golden Soul

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The revelation of her Uncle Nathan actually being the famous Great Northern locomotive of the LNER hadn’t quite sunk in for Olivia P Gresley. To her she was still the kind and generous Uncle that had looked after her when her parents had all but neglected her.

She had invited the man to work for her a week ago and he had gratefully accepted. He seemed enthusiastic to work for her although he couldn’t do all that much with his broken leg for the time being. For now, he lived under her roof as he healed and recuperated from the injuries he’d gotten from his encounter with Mallard. She supposed they were all recovering from that little encounter with Mallard.

She rapped on his door and entered when she heard a gruff ‘come in.’

Great Northern was up out of his bed, in his wheelchair and sitting at his desk, hunched over one of the journals that he always worked on, ever since she was little.

“Hello North,” Olivia smiled as she sat on his bed. He turned to face her and gave her a slight nod.

“Good morning ma’am, is there anything I can help you with?” North inquired to her and Olivia just smiled at him.

“Not really, it’s my day off and I actually wanted to spend time to get to know you,” she offered and North frowned, looking irritable.

“Oh,” was all he said staring at her.

“Come on North, you’ve been cooped up in this room for a week, don’t you want to go out somewhere? Do something you enjoy?” Olivia tried to coax him.

“I enjoy my work like every engine ma’am,” was all North stated looking at his knees.

“Come on now, Scotsman enjoyed going fishing with Oscar, he also enjoyed going hiking, surely there’s something that you enjoy,” Olivia pointed out.

“I enjoy my work, it’s important to research Gold Dust,” was all North said in response.

Olivia held back a sigh and looked over to his wardrobe.

“Do you have anything to wear that you can go out in?” She asked and North followed her gaze.

“I have a suit, yes,” he noted, a confused look on his face.

“Well, put it on, I want to take you out for a nice lunch,” Olivia stated and upon seeing North about to protest she shook her head. “I must insist, Great Northern.”

North did not look happy about being dragged from his work but otherwise nodded.

“Yes ma’am,” he relented.

“Good!” Olivia beamed and stood. “Do you need help to get changed or do you think you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” North nodded.

“Good! I’ll come to get you in half an hour then!” Olivia stood and left North without another word.

~~~

"I've never actually been to a cafe," North muttered as he looked nervously around the small petit garden cafe. It was small and had an extensive garden to it. Not even Quicksilver invited him to her little garden for tea and coffee but Quicksilver didn't much care for him so he could understand why.

"All these years surely you've had coffee at the very least," Olivia peered over the menu and North shook his head.

"Only tea when Dr Hendrick insisted I look after my health," North explained and Olivia gave a tut and shook her head.

"Well, try it today, my shout," she smiled. North was unsure but he couldn't refuse Ms Olivia, so he nodded at her. "Oh good! I hope you'll like it! I know Scotsman certainly loved it."

North stared at the table at the mention of Scotsman. He hadn't seen him since the incident with Mallard. All he could remember these days when he thought of him was his cold, lifeless-

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned-"

"No, it's okay," North interjected. "It was going to be brought up eventually."

"Do you want to talk to him?" Olivia asked.

North shook his head and Olivia didn't press further.

"I know the last few weeks have been rough, but seeing you again… it's been wonderful," Olivia smiled at North. "I know I left my parent's estate without so much of a goodbye but… I couldn't stand it anymore."

North shook his head. When Olivia had run away, it felt as if all he had worked for, it had just up and vanished one night. It wasn't until he had heard a word from Olivia's brother Gordon that he realised that Olivia was safe and now a steam engineer.

"I worried about you," North admitted. "Every day and every night I was sick with worry. Your heart condition, I was afraid it would claim you without the help of the doctors. You could have at least given me a sign or a clue so I could be put at ease! I was so afraid that you had died!”

Olivia shrunk away from North's accusation and stared at the table.

“I know it wasn’t right of me to leave you worried for so many years,” Olivia nodded to him. “I know nothing is going to excuse that.”

North just nodded numbly. “I suppose I am the last person who should be holding others accountable considering my history.”

“I saw a lot of Scotsman’s memories of you, it gave me a new perspective,” Olivia tentatively broached and North looked away.

“I am, ashamed of how I acted towards my siblings, towards my brothers,” North regretfully lamented. “I don’t blame Scotsman and Gordon for reacting so harshly towards me.”

“Yet Scotsman saved you,” Olivia pointed out.

North stared up at Olivia his gaze blank before he shook his head in disappointment.

“Scotsman has always been soft and his heart too big,” North muttered and Olivia frowned.

“That’s not a bad thing, Great Northern,” Olivia’s voice almost sounded like she was scolding him. It almost sounded like-

“Polly?” North asked suddenly alert as he heard his sister’s voice. “Are you still in there?”

“Huh? What did you say?” Olivia seemed to snap out of her brief trance and looked back at North who was gazing at her with an astonished expression.

North shook his head and sighed, managing to smile back at her.

“No, it’s nothing. I’m just thinking about how much you’ve grown since you were a baby,” North wistfully recalled. “I hope your heart problems never come back.”

Olivia clutched at her chest, right over her heart and looked thoughtful.

“No, Dr. Hendrick says there’s nothing wrong with my heart anymore, which is remarkable, it’s like I had a brand new heart,” Olivia then smirked. “Pretty good for someone who wasn’t supposed to live past 8 years of age.”

“Raising you felt like I had a second chance to do things right, Olivia,” North nodded to her. “Thank you for giving me a chance to redeem myself.”

“Apart from my brothers, you were the most important and cherished thing in my childhood,” Olivia acknowledged. “That being said, I’d like to have these little outings more often, I do think you need a hobby instead of being locked up in your study all day.”

North was hesitant to agree, not liking being drawn away from his work but if Olivia wanted to spend more time with him, then he would do so.

“I’d like that, Ms. Olivia,” he agreed and Olivia laughed.

“You can call me Polly if it makes you more comfortable,” Olivia winked at him and North stared at her in shock. There had been a flash of gold in her eye, he swore it.

Was she aware of…

“Hello, are you ready to order?” A waitress interrupted and Olivia greeted the lovely young lady cheerfully leaving North to stare at her in stunned silence.

~~~

#ttte young iron #ttte fanfic #traintober #traintober 2023 #ttte great northern #ttte pretty polly #ttte olivia gresley

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Faithfully Eddie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff ( for the most part), smut, heavy petting, Dom Eddie?, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex (however, reader is on birth control mentioned after intercourse), p in v intercourse, cursing. I think that’s all.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Author’s Note: I’m not really sure what possessed me to write this. FUN FACT: the theme of this prom in my story was actually my the theme of my mom’s junior prom in 1987 (close enough lol). I pulled from some of my personal prom experiences as well. I managed to pull this out in one night and I am shocked but I feel pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Would you guys want a second part about their graduation? Let me know. As always, I am taking requests. My inbox is open. I am working on a 2nd part to “Take Me Home Tonight”. Thank you guys so much.

“And don’t forget Hawkins High this Saturday is prom 1986 and the theme is Heaven on Earth. Remember to see Ms. Deskins for your tickets before heading home. As always, have a great weekend.”, the principal said over the announcements.

You shut your locker easily, looking around watching several of your classmates join hands with their significant others and walk past you. You found it pretty obvious what your boyfriend was doing after school. When he wasn’t playing with his band, Corroded Coffin, he was busy being the Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club. His name? Eddie Munson. One of the most prominent outcasts of Hawkins High. You all had defied the rules of the social circle at your high school. You, being a band geek and straight A student and Eddie being well—Eddie the rule breaker. The bell had already rang and you knew where Eddie was.

His Hellfire club usually met in room 210, Mrs. Denver’s class room. You decided to truly go see if that’s where he was. And if you were a betting woman, you would bet on it. You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders as you walked down the hallway, getting ready to hit the stairs. You were eager to see him even though you all had lunch period together. High school was still a very judgemental place, but with Eddie those things didn’t matter. Social circles. Popularity. None of that. Posters plastered the school walls reminding everyone prom was this weekend.

Prom was one of the biggest events of your senior year. Your junior prom was definitely not memorable. You’d rather forget it, if you could. It was an important night for most girls. The night their boyfriends (begrudgingly) would dress up to the nines and show their girlfriends off. Several rom-coms from the 80s displayed this. Pretty in Pink had not been out long and you hoped your prom this year would be memorable. You passed recognizable faces like Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley.

You neared room 210 and decided to peep through the glass window. You could already hear indistinctive shouting and shuffling. You saw Eddie sitting at the “head” of the table as he was the Dungeon Master. His doe brown eyes wide open and he shouted some sentence relevant to D&D. You easily turned the door knob as quietly as you could not to disrupt them. Several of the members of his club eyed you, distracted from the game, causing Eddie to frown almost immediately.

“Sorry.”, you mustered quietly.

Eddie realized just what caught their attention. He got up from his spot. “Hang on guys. Time out.”

Eddie jumped over the bar on the opposite side of his desk that he and his group had scooted together to make a make shift table. His handkerchief in his back pocket brushed outward as his feet landed on the ground. He walked towards you.

“Hey sweetheart.”, Eddie whispered.

Chatter from the group picked up and they eyed you as you brushed a piece of hair behind your ears.

“Hey. Did you remember to pick up our tickets for prom?”, you asked easily.

Eddie smiled, whipping something out of his pocket quickly, showing them to you like he had just won the lottery. There was two tickets for your all’s senior prom. They were pink with the theme, date, and time. Eddie had admitted to you that for his past couple of senior years, he did not attend prom and did not have any desire to. You had began asking him as soon as they began taking votes for the theme of prom. He gave into you. How could he tell you no? Your face lit up as he displayed the tickets to you.

“I wouldn’t forget sweetheart.”, he smiled as he kissed your cheek easily.

“She would have killed you dude.”, Dustin spoke up, laughing until Eddie gave him a death glare, telling him to shut up.

Eddie slid them back into his pocket and patted them for safe keeping.

You smiled easily. “Got your tux and all?”

You appeared more anxious than Eddie did. You had picked out a dress, accessories, shoes, clutch. The whole nine yards. You had decided on a light pink silk cocktail dress. Eddie hadn’t seen it yet but you showed him an ad out of a teen magazine of the exact same color yours was. It meant a lot to you that he would pay attention when you talked about things that were important to you.

“Yes princess. Don’t worry.”, he laughed.

A feeling of relief came over you. You worried at times Eddie would back out of going to prom with you, but he hadn’t. I mean, you still weren’t out of the woods with it yet, but you knew he understood how important this was to you. Everyone had been chattering at lunch about their plans for the evening like going to see a movie and eat, go shopping, etc. It was called “pre-prom”. You had wondered if you and Eddie were going to do something in preparation from prom but hadn’t asked him. It was usually later in the evening when Eddie and his Hellfire Club would wrap up their D&D meeting.

“Okay. How long do you think you’ll be here?”, you asked him easily.

He scratched his head, trying to mentally calculate the answer to this in his head. “Uh—probably 5 or 6.”

You nodded. “Okay. Do you have any plans after?”

Eddie shook his head. “No. Do you and F/N have anything planned? Like nails or whatever?”

Your heart sank a little that Eddie had not taken it upon himself to plan a date for tonight before the one of the biggest nights of your all’s senior year minus graduation. You were mentally trying to give him the benefit out of the doubt. This was his first time going to prom after all. He probably didn’t know exactly how this works. This made you almost immediately feel less hard at him.

“We are doing that tomorrow. After our hair.”

Eddie nodded. “Want me to come by before I head home? Or do you want to come to the trailer?”

You didn’t know why this mattered so much to you because it’s not like you wouldn’t see him tomorrow and have him almost all day. Plus, maybe if you were smart enough you could spend the night with him. His Uncle Wayne wouldn’t mind but your parents on the other hand, would have a real conniption. Eddie was already not the boy they wanted their baby girl with. Your dad always said he needed a hair cut and jeans with no holes in them. Your dad maybe even called him a loser. Your mom was less harsh when it came to insulting Eddie. Her biggest critique was that he would drag you down with him, prevent you from going to college and making something of yourself, and sleep with you and leave. You would try to defend him to your parents, but to no avail.

It was useless for you to even try to convince them otherwise. One night after a huge argument regarding Eddie, you snuck back down the stairs and overheard your parents talking. Your dad was still seething, leaning over the sink, huffing. Your mom stood behind him comforting him, telling him to pray this was just a phase. She was sure it was just a phase. Something to make them angry and ruffle their feathers. That’s what teenagers did this day and time. But you knew deep down inside, this was not a phase, You loved Eddie and wanted to be with him. They just couldn’t come to terms with it. They were definitely not thrilled you were going to prom with Eddie. Your dad threatened not to pay for your prom dress, but somehow, your mom had mercy on you and convinced him that just because he didn’t like this heathen (as she called him) not to take it out on his precious daughter.

Your plan after high school was to go away to college to get away from your parents. Eddie did not like this plan because he knew he could not follow you to your dream college. But he told you he loved you and wanted what was best for you. However, as graduation was approaching, you weren’t so sure about this plan anymore. The thought of leaving Eddie killed you. What if he fell out of love with you? What if he found another woman? Maybe a cheerleader. You shook the thoughts away when they approached. Long distance did not work out most of the time. I mean, sure you could write letters and call occasionally. Maybe even have him drive out to the campus, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Drop by after ten. Mom and dad should be in bed.”, you held his hands, feelings his cold rings chill the skin between your fingers.

He nodded and you all exchanged a mutual kiss, his tongue trying to entangle in yours but you cut him short. “Later.”, you smirked.

He smirked back. “Okay babe. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

He gave you a longing look as he returned to his place at the head of the table.

“Now where were we?”, his voice excitingly picked back up, resuming his D&D game.

You smiled to yourself as you turned and exited the classroom. Eddie was really trying and that was enough for you. You were the first to arrive home before either of your parents. You decided to sit in the chair and read over a few teen magazines to pass the time away. Two hours passed and your mom came through the door with an armful of groceries. You all exchanged pleasantries and you helped her put them away accordingly. You could reason with your mom the best, but even that was hard when it came to Eddie.

“Excited about the big day tomorrow?”, your mom attempted to make conversation.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Your mom stopped putting groceries away and you could feel her eyes on you. “You don’t seem so excited.”

You sighed, finishing putting the groceries away from the brown paper bag you had chose. “I am. I just know you don’t like Eddie. And you all didn’t really want me to go with him.”

You didn’t meet her gaze. You turned away from the cabinet and went to place the paper bag with the others that your mom stored. You heard her sigh deeply. “Sweetheart, we just want what’s best for you.”

You weren’t facing her so this was the perfect time to roll your eyes. It was unheard of in this day and time to back talk your parents and you didn’t feel like getting in a fight with your mom and dad the night before prom was such a great idea. Maybe if you didn’t respond she would just drop it. You all needed to have this conversation but not right now. There was tension in the air and it felt so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“I’m going to call F/N.”, you finally said as you took off, high-tailing it to your room, not giving your mom another opportunity to speak on the matter.

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You spent the majority of the rest of the evening talking on your pink corded phone in your room to F/N. You all talked about how excited you were for this milestone. You all talked about your dates, what you had to wear, what time you all would get your nails and hair done, all the cliche stuff. The only time you were off the phone was for dinner which was filled with tension. By that time, your father was home from work and you also had to converse with him.

Night time fell upon Hawkins. And for that you were thankful. You and your parents shared goodnights. You eyed the grandfather clock in the living room. 9:40 p.m. 20 more minutes and Eddie would be here. Your heart began to skip a beat. You closed the door to your room. Your lamp dimly lit your room. You stared over at your record collection, your vanity, then your eyes jolted to your prom dress hanging on the back of your closet door. Your spirit perked up as you turned off your lamp, giving your parents the illusion you were going to bed. You laid there, closing your eyes just imagining what tomorrow night would entail.

You were close to dozing off when you saw the reflection of headlights hit the walls of your bedroom. Eddie. You arose from your bed and immediately peered out your bedroom window. Sure enough, it was his van. He immediately cut the engine and lights off, attempting to not draw attention to himself. You definitely did not need your mom and dad catching you all meeting up at night. The words that would fly. You threw your robe on over your night gown and gently took the stairs, being careful to miss the creaky spots. You easily opened the door to see Eddie standing outside his van.

You took off running across your walkway. His arms were spread open instantly, waiting for you to be enveloped into them. And that’s exactly what you did. He kissed your forehead and rubbed his hand up and down your back and it felt so comforting.

“How was your meeting?”, you whispered, breathlessly against his chest, taking in the faint smell of his cologne.

“Great. Kas the Bloody Handed always kicks ass.”, he smiled, kissing your head again.

You smiled against his chest, him just continuing to hold you. Your grip tightened as you wrapped your hands around his chest, edging your hands up his back. This may sound corny and you knew it did, but you could feel the love between you all. Eddie was your safe haven. He was your home and this was what was causing you to second guess your plans to go away to college. He would never tell you the thought of you leaving killed him just as much as it did you. He wanted you to be happy and he didn’t want to stand in your way. He didn’t want to be the force that held you back.

“How was your evening?”, he asked as you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“Fine. Just hung out here.”

“Did I upset you today?”, Eddie asked, all of a sudden.

He ran his ring-clad hand through your hair, wrapping a small amount around his hand, barely tugging at it. Was he trying to seduce you?

“No. Why would you ask?”, you eyed him, feeling a tingling sensation run through your body.

“Just felt like I did. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t want to see you or somethin’.”, he once again brought you tighter against him.

“No Eddie, I just am ready for tomorrow.”

“Me too princess. For once. My last chance at prom. I want to make it memorable.”, he chuckled before kissing you.

You all shared a passionate kiss under the moonlight and whispered sweet nothings until Eddie decided it was time to let you go to bed. You cuddled up to your extra pillow, dreaming what tomorrow night would be like.

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It was finally here. The night you had been waiting for. You stood back in front of your full-length mirror, taking in the sight of you in your dress. You took a deep breath before letting it go and gave a twirl in your dress. Your Whitney Houston record played softly in the background, playing one of your favorite songs. “Saving All My Love For You”. Was this a precursor to tonight? Every love song made you think of Eddie. You couldn’t help it. No matter how hard you tried to refocus, it was no use. You might as well accept it. You were madly in love with him. You checked your make-up one last time. Perfect. You spritzed your favorite perfume on. Obsession by Calvin Klein.

The song changed on your record player. You pulled the needle back, allowing the record to spin. You dialed the knob off and the record came to a halt. You closed the door to your bedroom and made your way downstairs. You and Eddie had decided he would be here by 6:00 p.m. This would give your parents time to take pictures and for you all not to be rushed to make it to the school. You reached the bottom of the stairs and your mom and dad were waiting at the bottom. Your mom had the camera and instantly began snapping pictures.

“Mom.”, you sighed, covering your face easily.

“Oh honey let me take your picture. Pose at the bottom of the staircase.”, she pleaded, placing the camera back up to her eyes.

You obliged her request, placing your hand on your hip and one on the bottom railing. She snapped a few pictures. Your dad was even beaming, which surprised you. You, once again, eyed the grandfather clock. 5:55 p.m. Eddie, please hurry you pleaded silently. All of a sudden, your heart stopped when the doorbell rang. Eddie was here. The moment of truth. Your mom went to open the door. You felt as though your heart was going to burst out of your chest. The door opened slowly revealing Eddie in a suit.

“Hi Mr and Mrs. L/N.”, he smiled.

He held a box in his hand and he tugged at his bow tie nervously. He was so damn cute. What did you ever do to deserve him?

“Edward.”, your father said dryly.

“Come in.”, your mom brushed her dress.

He stepped into the house cautiously as if he was waiting for the other shoe to fall. You held your breath and said another silent prayer that your parents would not take this as an opportunity to berate your boyfriend. You could have sworn you almost could see his hands shaking. Eddie proceeded to walk towards you, bringing the box up closer to him. You could hear your mom’s camera shuttering.

“You look beautiful.”, Eddie whispered as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful corsage to match your dress.

Your mouth opened in surprise and you practically felt like crying. “Wow, Eddie. It’s beautiful.”

He smiled. “I was hoping you would say that.”

He laid the box down on the couch cushion and brought his attention back to you, corsage in hand. You held out your wrist easily. Without hesitation, he slid the corsage on your wrist. He looked up at you and took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You all would get through this moment together. Eddie made everything so much easier.

Several pictures and poses later, you and Eddie exited the house with your parents telling you all to be careful. No drinking. No drugs. No sex. And while, you both smiled and promised, you weren’t sure you all could stick to that promise.

You all parked in the school parking lot, watching your classmates line up to enter the school. Eddie cut the engine off and put his arm behind you.

“Ready sweetheart?”, he eyed the crowd nervously.

Eddie wasn’t nervous when it came to playing a crowd at his Corroded Coffin concerts but tonight he seemed increasingly nervous and on edge. You took his hand in yours easily and looked into his doe brown eyes.

“This really means a lot to me that you are doing this.”

You all shared another deep kiss before he came around and helped you out of the van. You all held hands as you headed towards the line that was becoming increasingly longer to enter the high school. Teachers instructed everyone to line up with their dates and prepare to have their picture taken with a Polaroid camera at the entrance. You were trying to savor every moment of tonight. Eddie held your hand, brushing over it with his fingers ever so often. You were stunned to realize his rings were missing.

The night seemed to fly by. The DJ played upbeat rock and pop songs. You and Eddie danced so much that you had to shed your heels. Steve had came over and teased Eddie about cleaning up real nice. They had announced Prom King and Queen. The clock on the wall displayed 10:45 p.m by analog. You and Eddie had professional pictures taken in front of a back drop. It was indeed a cliche prom but it had been one of the best nights of your life. You had almost checked off all the boxes on your mental prom list.

“Alright Hawkins High, it’s almost the end. We’re gonna play a slow song. Grab the one you love. Congratulations class of 1986.”, the DJ spoke as he changed records.

Eddie immediately looked at you. “Shall we dance?”

You nodded, scooting your heels to the side. All of a sudden, the entrance of a familiar song played out across the entire gymnasium. Everyone was pairing up with their dates, preparing to slow dance. Eddie wasted no time doing the same. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his curly hair brushing your hands.

Highway run into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You’re on my mind

Eddie pulled you closer, you laying your head on his shoulder. You both were swaying to the music, totally letting all the outside world slip away.

Restless hearts sleep alone tonight

Sending all my love on the wire

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family

Right down the line, it’s been you and me

And lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be

Eddie had been humming the song up to this point as you all slow danced together. You felt so close to him right now. No one else in the room mattered. However, at this point, Eddie began singing the words, his lips touching your ears. His breath tickled your ear sending chills down your spine.

“Oh girl you stand by me. I’m forever yours, faithfully.”

At this point you began to tear up and let one slip out of your eyes. Eddie noticed and pulled one of his arms from behind your back. His thumb traced over your cheek, wiping that tear away. You pulled your head off his chest to look up at him. He continued to sing the song from that point on always emphasizing the chorus.

“Eddie.”, you whispered into his ear as the song was nearing an end.

“Yes sweetheart?”, he breathed, a hitch in his voice.

“Let’s do it.”, you breathed.

Eddie was caught off guard by this but quickly gained his footing. “Really?”

“Really.”, you smiled as the song ended and you all shared a tender kiss, setting the tone for the night ahead.

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It was on as soon as you all cleared the trailer door. Eddie’s Uncle Wayne wasn’t home, thankfully. You and Eddie were full on making out, practically shoving each other’s tongues down each others throats. He tossed his tux jacket off, throwing it on the floor. You reached for his neck, quickly undoing his bow tie. You threw it blindly.

“My room.”, his voice raspy, demanded.

You followed his command and you all made out all the way down the hallway leading to his room, bumping into the wall every now and then. He never took his lips off yours to throw his door open. He slammed the door behind you all once you cleared the door way. You moved your hands to the top of the buttons, beginning to aggressively unbutton them to run your hand down his chest.

“Lay on the bed.”, Eddie breathed between kisses.

You did as he told you to. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to his bedroom floor. Metal band posters decorated his walls. His guitar in the corner. You laid on the bed, feeling the fabric of his sheets chill your back. It was cool. Eddie unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to the floor. Your eyes widened as he came over to you on the bed, just in his boxers. You could already see his hard on peeping through the fabric of his boxers.

“Relax baby.”, he breathed against you.

You closed your eyes, giving Eddie the liberty to lead this time. He easily lifted your dress up, feeling his way up your thighs to the hem of your panty hose. He began kissing you slowly as he hovered over you, beginning to slip the panty hose down your legs. His hands brushed down your thighs, legs, and then your feet, eventually able to toss them in the floor. He now had access to your bare legs and he took the opportunity to run his thick, calloused hands across them.

You let out a small moan, your body instantly relaxing under his touch. This was satisfying for him. His hands wandered up your thighs, spreading your thighs apart gently. His fingers grazed over your lace panties, focusing particularly on your opening. You felt a your back arch slightly at his action. He moved his hands from your opening back up to the hem of your lace panties, beginning to pull them down your legs. You opened your eyes to look at him and he had a devilish grin on his face.

He stopped halfway, towering over you as if he was going to be preforming missionary. But instead he kissed your lips. You were wanting more but he left your lips, moving down your neck, brushing his face over the silk of your dress, down to your thighs where he had left your underwear and suddenly his hair brushed your legs, indicating his face was very close to the flesh of your legs. You felt your panties slide on down your legs. Eddie came up with your black lace panties between his teeth.

If he was trying to blow your mind, he was accomplishing just that.

He smiled as he took them in his hands. “Hm I think I’ll keep this as a trophy, what do ya think sweetheart?”

You gulped deeply, desiring him more than you had ever before. A burning sensation was pooling deep in the pit of your stomach. He chuckled as he gave them a gentle toss to his bedside table.

“Now let’s get you out of this dress.”, he muttered as you turned over letting him unzip it, it giving away instantly. He let you toss it down, leaving you in just a strapless bra. You were facing his wall, getting ready to turn back over when you felt him smack your ass, causing you to jump.

“Too much?”, he asked as he ran his hands down your waist, feeling over your ass.

You shook your head. “No.”

“That’s my good girl.”, he cooed with praise. “Now turn back over for me.”

You once again followed his command. He eyed your practically naked body. He licked his lips, pulling down his boxers letting his member spring free. You couldn’t help but look at it. You, then, turned your attention back up to him. He took himself in his hands and gave his cock a couple hard strokes. Closing his eyes, he focused on it. All you could do is watch in awe.

His eyes popped back open and he sat down on the bed beside of you. He traced his initial on your thigh, before starting to kiss you again, distracting you as he spread your thighs once again, his fingers instantly finding your clit and tracing it, teasing you. You let out an moan as he inserted two fingers in your throbbing pussy.

“God you’re so wet for me.”, he breathed against your skin.

“Mhmmm.”, was all you could muster.

He fingered you relentlessly for a few minutes, ensuring that you were ready for what was to come next. After he felt you were prepared for him, he slid his fingers out causing you to look up.

“Why’d you stop?”, you asked quickly. “I was so close.”, you moaned.

Eddie smirked. “I’m gonna take care of you in the best way sweetheart.”

You felt him climb on top of you, beginning to kiss your neck as he teased your entrance with his hard cock. You felt your breathing hitch, just wishing he would get it over with already and put it in you.

“Put in in please Ed-Eddie.”, you hiccuped.

He was happy to oblige you. “As you wish sweetheart.”

All of a sudden, the moment you all had been working towards was here. He teased your entrance once more with his hard cock before inserting it without warning, causing you to gasp. He let out a groan as he began to start a rhythm, working in and out of you with ease. You pulled him flush against you, digging your nails into his back, causing his breathing to hitch. He was hitting all the right spots. That feeling returned, the one pooling in the pit of your stomach. You felt him pulsing inside of you against your walls, causing you to grip him tighter.

“God you’re so beautiful babe.”, he huffed as he worked in and out of you, having the perfect rhythm.

You moaned as Eddie took on of your legs, leaving it over his shoulder. Your pink toes right beside of his head. This caused him to go deeper, which in turn, made you clench around him tighter. His eyes rolled back into his head as he slowed his speed, teasing the absolute hell out of you.

“You’re so-so go—good at this.”, you gulp as you twist under him.

He smiled. “How close are you baby?”

You pulled him close against you, sharing a lazy kiss as he steadied himself to keep from falling on top of you and ruining the moment.

“Very. Push me over the edge, Eddie. Please push me over the edge.”, you begged him breathlessly.

“Want to cum together?”, he asked shakily through thrusts.

“Yes.”, you breathed, feeling your body ready to betray you, ready to give into him.

He shoved deeper and these thrusts were different than the ones he started with. They had more desire, lust, and a craving for you behind them.

Your back arched quickly and your finger tips dug into his back, letting him know your release was coming and very fast at that.

“Eddie,”, you choked. “I’m gonna fu-fucking cum like ri-right now.”

“Cum for me baby.”, he was beginning to coax you through your orgasm.

You felt yourself tighten up around him, your muscles contracting around him, cumming on his dick. This was going to set him over the edge you could tell the way he was acting. The bed was squeaking from the effort he was putting into this. You laid there, watching him finishing you. Your legs were weak and shaking at this point. You felt this was just fueling his upcoming orgasm.

“Fuck, here it comes.”, he gritted though his teeth as his dick paused and began pulsating in you, releasing his cum.

He stayed still for a moment, letting him finish before he slowly slid himself out, some of his cum spilling out as he eased out. Your perfect hair was tainted with sweat as was his. He fell beside of you, taking his hand in yours.

“That was amazing.”, you breathed.

He chucked as he grabbed the comforter, pulling it over you both before taking you in his arms. His clammy skin touched yours, enhancing your afterglow. He pulled you close to him even though you both had been sweating. He stroked his hand through your hair, kissing your head gently.

“It was. I’m really gonna miss that when you go to college.”, he sighed.

You grew silent, biting your lip.

“Speaking of,”, he began and cleared his throat. “Do I need to go to the pharmacy?”

You shook your head. “No babe, still on the pill.”

He took a sigh of relief before speaking again. “Good. All we need is a baby and your mom to blame me for you not going to your dream college.”

You laughed easily and looked up into his brown eyes before you got serious. “Eddie, I don’t think I wanna go away to college anymore.”

He looked surprised. “Are you sure? Don’t stay for me, Y/N. Please.”

You took his hand. “Eddie, I can’t bare to leave you. I want you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”, he kissed you again.

“Forever yours…..”, you trailed off closing your eyes, feeling the afterglow fully kick in and laid your head on Eddie’s chest, snuggling into him.

“Faithfully.”, he finished as he kissed your head again, taking you into his arms, stroking your hair until you both fell asleep.

#eddie imagines #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie munson hc

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choco-pudding · 2 years

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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 014-019 (Translation by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

The control manual and some sample programing.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below.

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Noize's Evaluation Please Remember the Control Manual 1

Hey, Ulala! I wrote this manual myself, so you might want to take a look at it. I know it's not easy remembering how to use the broadcasting equipment, even I'm having a hard time with it, so I've compiled this manual so you can understand things with just a simple glance. Apparently, about 500 years ago, this input guide device, which was also used as a gaming console controller, gained traction for broadcasting purposes when a program called “Gogo Girl” rose in popularity. It's deceptively difficult to get a hang of.

Up! Down! Left! Right! I'll explain how to use the two types of controllers, the one for the PS2 and the one for the DC, so please read carefully. First things first, is how to input up, down, left, and right. When you hear "Up!" press the top of the directional pad on the PS2 and the top of directional button on the DC. Likewise, when you hear "Down!" press down for the PS2 and DC, and so forth with "Left!" and "Right!" inputs. In other words, for both the PS2 and DC, you use the directional pad, no need for the analog stick. But if you want, you can configure the inputs (see page 17). By the way, the input might not be recognized as "pressed" if you press it too softly or at a weird angle. It'll make a buzzing sound if that happens.

On the PS2 they're called directional keys. And on the DC they're called directional buttons!

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Chu! [PS2: Ⓧ | DC: Ⓐ ] When you hear "Chu!", press Ⓧ on the PS2, or Ⓐ on the DC. In shooting battles, use Chu to counter-attack the robots. Don't use it on the Earthlings. In Ulala's Dance Mode, this button will also be used for other words like "woof," "meow," and "Toyota."

While shooting, it's used to fight against robots

In Ulala's Dance Mode it changes to "woof," "meow," and "Toyota"

Hey! [PS2: Ⓞ | DC: Ⓑ ] When you hear "Hey!", press Ⓞ on the PS2, or Ⓑ on the DC. In shooting battles, use Hey to rescue the Earthlings. Don't use it on the robots. In Ulala's Dance Mode, this button will also be used for "Honda.”

While shooting, it's used to rescue the Earthlings

In Ulala's Dance Mode it changes to "Honda"

Heads Up, Ms. Ulala! The differences between the PS2 and DC versions aren’t limited to just buttons. In fact, the ways to get some costumes are totally different. Looks like you need a lot of playtime in the PS2 version for this one… Well, let's put a positive spin non this, that's more time to have fun!

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Noize's Evaluation Please Remember the Control Manual 2

Chuuu, Heeey, and So On [PS2: Ⓧ Ⓞ ⇦⇨ ⇩ | DC: Ⓐ Ⓑ ⇦⇨ ⇩ ] Some commands can be extended, such as "Chuuu" and "Heeey". For example, if you hear "Chuuu," press and hold down Ⓧ on the PS2 or Ⓐ on the DC until the next input. If it’s "Heeey, hey," you press and hold down the button, then quickly release it and press it again for the second "hey."

There's also rarely used ones like "Riiight," "Leeeft," "Dooown,"etc. Ulala's Dance Mode even has "Meooow."

Singing and Performing Battles When playing the guitar or drums, you can press any of the directional inputs on both versions. Up, right, left, down: anything goes. The tune of the guitar, for example, will even change depending on the direction you input. It makes your performance even groovier. Space Michael and the Morolian Boss’s singing (shouting) work like this, too!

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Mix it Up in the Options Menu I know that was a lot to memorize, but if you're not confident with your reporting because you can't remember all the inputs you can, always check out the controls section of the Options Menu: Up, Right, Left, Down, Chu, Hey: you can change them all or you can assign them into a single button! Well, you'll have to time things like "chuuu," but as long as you have the timing done, you won't make any mistakes. It's a lot simpler. But even then, there are some people who can get some good takes even if they botch some moves, so it's perfectly alright to learn by making mistakes, wouldn't you say?

Here's a Little Secret for You, Ms. Ulala!! I know this is a bit hard to read written like this, but it's a necessary precaution. Otherwise people in other departments might see this. So, here's the scoop… Well, Ms. Ulala, have you ever heard others saying stuff like: "I can’t figure out the timings"; "It’s too hard to hear the commands"; or "There’s no way I can press the button that fast…"? Have you had to deal with that? Right, right, it's not uncommon to hear things like that. Well, guess what! There's this cool command called the "Number One Command in the Galaxy" that automatically progresses the report when you input it in. You can even enter this command during reruns, or during Ulala's Dance Mode, and it'll keep on working so as long as you don't reset the system. Give it a try.

In the DC version, the command in question is "while holding both 🄻 and 🅁, press ⒷⒷ⇧⇦Ⓐ⇦Ⓐ⇦Ⓐ". You can remember it with "hey, hey, UIala-la!" (The up stands for the "u" in Ulala and so on). If you hear an "Ah" in a sensual voice after inputting it, then you did it right! Input it again and it'll stop. The PS2 version's command is "while holding both 🄻 and 🅁, press ⓄΔ▢." Don't try using the other "Command in the Galaxy" from the previous game; it'll be an instant game over. Also, if you get tired of doing the same report over again, you can try your hand with mirror mode. The verbal commands are the same but the screen is flipped. It's inputted similarly to the "Command in the Galaxy." In the DC version, it's "while holding both 🄻 and 🅁, press ⇦⇦ⓎⒷ⇩Ⓑ⇩Ⓑ⇩" and in the PS2 version, it's "while holding both 🄻 and 🅁, press ⇦⇧⇨." Once you're done reading, please hide this manual from others before they see it. This is top secret information: super confidential.

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Reference Material

[Daily] Program Schedule

~Year 2499 X Month X Day [Space Newspaper] Spacestation Broadcasting Column Clipping ~

At 6 a.m. Standard Time , the Rhythm Rogues attacked the spaceship, right after the Special Report Team from Channel 5 had finished broadcasting "Good Morning Ulala" at 5:45. They rushed to the scene to fight off the Rhythm Rogues. It has been questioned as to why there was no other Special Report Team from other stations available (even Channel 01 didn't report the incident) and why only Channel 5 managed to report. The reason was that the Rhythm Rogues Leader Purge's true motivation for the attack was to absorb Ulala’s Dance Energy, and a chain of incidents were set in motion to lure in Ulala. Had the authorities been aware of real intentions, perhaps the situation could've been resolved sooner. Instead, everything went according to Purge's plans, that is until near the end of the "Purge T.V. Show." The delay of promptly taking action against his plans is unfortunate.

Channel 01 4 | 00 - Space News 0400 ◇ Weather 5 | 00 - Zero Gravity Gymnastics 30 - Marathon Planet 6 | 00 - Good Morning Channel 01 7 | 00 - Space News 0700 8 | 00 - Space Weather Forecast 15 - Infinite Space Drama 9 | 00 - Beauty Care Course For Beauty Fans 45 - Puppet Show 10 | 00 - Hometown Adventures ~ Traveling Through the East Galaxy ~ 11 | 30 - Space Diet Broadcasting [Discontinued] Cooking ◇ Pottery ◇ Wiggly Gymnastics 12 | 00 - Tachibana Sinichirou’s Heart Pounding Report 45 - Infinite Space Drama (rerun) 13 | 00 Space News 1300 14 | 15 Space Diet Broadcasting [Discontinued] Space Movie Special 15 | 00 Look Who’s Talking: Space Edition 16 | 00 The Seven Mysteries of the Universe 55 Drawing with Tachibana 17 | 00 Shogun Anime ◇ Space Floral Arrangement ◇ Pottery (rerun) ◇ Wiggly Gymnastics (rerun) 18 | 00 Space Etiquette: How to Eat Delicious Space Meat (Wild Edition) 19 | 00 Space News 1900 20 Alien Questionnaire 20 | 00 Infinite Space Drama 21 | 00 Space Channel 01 - Chasing Space Pirates Episode 1 - Leader Jaguar 22 | 00 Space News 2200 ◇ Weather 30 Moon Sports! 23 | 00 Passionate Sing Along 24 | 00 Space News 0000 ◇ Weather 15 Alien Drama Part 1 1 | 00 Space News 0100 15 Alien Drama Part 2 2 | 00 Space News 0200 15 Puppet Show 20 End of Broadcast

Channel 5 5 | 15 Good Morning From Space Channel 5 45 Good Morning Ulala: Inside the Space Plum Festival Venue 6 | 00 The Yajiuma Super Electromagnetic Bullet Trains 7 | 00 Space News 30 Walker On The New Moon Anime 8 | 00 Good Morning! Go Go Cheerleaders! 9 | 30 8 Million Lightyears Broadcast 10 | 00 Live MoroMoro TV 11 | 00 Daily Life Consultation 30 Space Cooking 45 Space Weather Forecast 12 | 00 Ding Ding! Good Morning! 13 | 00 How To Do It Right 45 Lunch With Miss Melody “Ideas For New Wives” (?) 14 | 30 Romance Drama “Delectable Rice” (Rerun) 15 | 00 Heaven’s Paradise Variety (Political Edition)! 16 | 30 Jungle Man (Rerun) 17 | 00 Go Go Cheerleaders! 18 | 00 News Missile 30 Ulala’s Report Show 19 | 00 Super Electromagnetic Train Race - Sandos VS Geiros (Presented at the Space Lookout Dome) 20 21 | 00 Medical Drama “My Coubertin Medal” (Episode 4) 22 | 00 Mini Series “Amazing Lover (Shocking Love)” 23 | 00 News Broadcast & Sports 30 Nananako Club (Special Guest: 13th Generation Konekichi) 24 | Chief Space Michael Super Beat Dance Night! 1~ | Midnight Go Go Go Cheerleaders!

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Reports

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italiansteebie · 2 years

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“P-please,” Seven croaked. The man hovering over him gave a sick smile, “Papa, I’ll be good.” He pleads. No mercy is shown to the boy, and the door to the solitary room begins to shut. “No! Please! Please, I’ll be good…” His shouts don’t bother the man, and the door slams, and the lock clicks. Seven breaks down in hard sobs, “I’ll be good. I swear. I swear.” he whimpers, as he slides down the wall.

Steve is shaken awake by a soft hand, “Steve honey, are you okay?” He recognizes the voice as Byers’ mom. He comes to the realization that after Starcourt, Joyce coerced him into sleeping on their couch. The battle had awoken some old trauma, and the only person who knows of it is his sister. Eleven. When they were reunited, Steve took her aside when Mike was distracted and made her promise that she wouldn’t tell anyone. She replied at first with “Friends don’t lie,” but Steve was able to convince her to keep this secret. Steve returned his attention to Joyce, “Yes ma’am, I’m okay, just… Weird dreams.” She hummed in response, “Will gets those often, would you like some tea?” Steve considered this offer as he observed his surroundings. It is still dark outside, he turns to look at her, “What time is it?” Joyce answers, a yawn interrupting her, “It’s about 4:30, you were making an awful lot of noise. I was concerned.” The guilt rushes to him, “I’m fine, please go back to bed Ms. Byers. I’m sorry that I woke you up. I’ll try to be quieter.”

Joyce sighs, now sitting next to him on the couch, and places a warm hand on his back. The affection brings tears to Steve’s eyes, and he sniffles softly. She rubs his back, “Steve, you have to remember I invited you here. Me, Will, Jonathan. We all want you here. You are not a burden.” She says. Steve shakes his head, ‘If only you knew,’ he thinks. With her statement, Joyce stands, and places a soft kiss on his forehead, and walks back to her bedroom. Steve rubs his face roughly and sighs, he wishes he could just disappear.

The sun rises, and the day passes slowly, El and Hopper come to visit, and they lounge for most of the day. When night comes, Steve ends up on their couch again. El and Will are having a sleepover in the living room, and Hopper and Joyce are holed up in eachothers arms. It took a while for Steve to convince all of them that he was fine sleeping in the living room with Will and El, but at least he would be in close proximity and be able to keep an eye on them.

It’s late by the time Will and El finally pass out, and Steve lets sleep come to him. Unfortunately it does not come peacefully, and memories of the lab plague him once again. This time, he is being lowered into the bath, being forced to find someone, and translate. He cannot, and he knows that this made Papa very mad. He is pulled out of the tank, shaking and cold from the water. He is grabbed roughly by the arm, and dragged to the solitary room. He spent so many nights there, cold and wet, not being allowed a change of clothes, or food for at least 24 hours. Tonight, he was sick of it. As Papa handed him over to the guard his anger builds. He snaps his head toward the guard and forces him back into the wall. Blood trickles down his face, Seven although proud of his work, is shocked at his power, and cries at the sight of the body before him. He gathers his emotions and sends a wave of electricity towards Papa, shorting the electrical circuits in his brain, and he promptly collapses to the floor. He focuses hard, and is suddenly transported to the forest. He begins trudging along, but the exhaustion takes over his body as he collapses. Steve is pulled out of his memory by a hand shaking his shoulder. He cracks his eyes open, weakly trying to shield them from the sun. He is expecting to see El or Will, wanting him to make breakfast, instead he sees Jonathan looking at him, very strangely. “Did I sleep-walk to your room?” Steve asks goofily, trying to make a joke out of what he thinks just happened. Jon tilts his head, “I think we need to have a talk, Steve.” Understanding he’s been caught, he nods his head, and walks to the living room. He wants to tell this story as many times as possible, so he asks Jonathan to round up Joyce and Hopper to join them in the living room, along with the kids who are now awake.

The teens make their way to the couch, and Steve tries to get comfortable, El has a knowing look on her face. The adults walk into the scene, pulling chairs from the kitchen table close to where Steve and Jonathan were sitting. “Steve, Jon said you have something to tell us?” Joyce asks softly, Hopper grunts in agreement, wanting just to go back to sleep. Steve sighs and launches into his story. He stands and turns around, moving the hair from the back of his neck. Three small numbers are imprinted there, they read “007.” There are four collective gasps, and he feels a small hand slip into his. “Brother,” El says, and the understanding starts to flood in. And so do the questions he assumes, “I’m guessing you all have questions. Please let me tell my story, and then I will answer all the questions you have.”

He begins by explaining his current home situation, an elderly wealthy couple had found him the night he escaped, they were too old to ask questions, and offered to let Steve live there if he’d keep up with the house. He agreed, but soon after that the couple died. First the old woman, Maria Harrington, died of old age, and then the man, Oscar Harrington, who died of a broken heart after the loss of his beloved wife. Lucky for Steve, this elusive couple had chosen to have kids, and their homestead and everything in it was left to him.

He then explains his birth mother was a young mom, who died during his birth, Dr. Brenner was the first to claim this newborn child. Brenner’s first intentions were to make him his replacement, but as the baby grew older, Brenner noticed his peculiar behavior. He would place the baby into his crib, then later, he would be three stories up. Brenner began to record these actions, and suddenly he had a new plan for the baby. 007 was created, and no longer was this abandoned baby treated as a son, but now rather a pet. Much like the other children Brenner had kept in his “care.” He explains his escape, and the energy it took for him to travel from the lab to the woods, as a boy it was much harder for him to move out of buildings than it was to move inside of them. The memory of this caused his brain to go into fight or flight mode while he was sleeping, creating enough energy to teleport into Jonathan's bed.

He finishes his story and El squeezes his hand to show her support of him. Everyone else is still taking in the new, heavy information. Once they have processed, Joyce gets up and wraps him in a tight hug, “Thank you for telling us, that was very brave of you.” Hopper nods, not caring about his sleep anymore. Will laughs, “I knew you were cool. Mike can’t hate you after this!” he cheers, and Jonathan lightly smacks him on the back of the head. “Not the time Will,” He scolds and Steve laughs, assuring him that it was okay.

A new weight was taken off his shoulders, finally feeling free from the lab, he has no more secrets.

#soft steve #Steve has powers #experiment!steve #joyce byers #will byers #eleven and steve #Jim hopper #found family #stranger things #Steve centric #steve harrington #joyce and hopper #Joyce and Steve #non romantic #motherly Joyce Byers #Jonathan x Steve #Dad hopper #good dad hopper #Steve is from the lab

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