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curatoroffiction · 2 years

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Hi! Idk if you still write about Obey Me! Characters anymore or not but I just read your fic about Mc on their monthly and I absolutely fell in LOVE with it! I was wondering if you could do one where Mammon kind of takes care of Mc while they’re pregnant? I just think it would be a cute idea to see Mammon go into devoted partner/parent mode :)

I actively write for Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland, actually! Thank you for asking!

If you're ever wondering what my status is for taking requests, you can find my status updated on my "Masterlist/Rules" post, which is pinned on my blog. I've now added a link that I'll keep updated on the latest posts I make for that status. Also, I've done a few AFAB pieces recently, but I also am comfortable doing AMAB pieces as well if any readers are curious!

That being said, I hope you enjoy this! It was a little more outside my wheelhouse, but I wanted to make it fun and engaging as much as I wanted to make it comforting and heartwarming. It falls a little outside your request, but it sparked a muse and I ran with it.

Content Warnings:

AFAB Reader

Gender Neutral Reader

Pregnancy

Established romance with Mammon

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "So what's this gonna be like?" Mammon, arms wrapped around your shoulders, looks to Solomon from over your shoulder.

As the resident expert on humans and demons, and having an extensive history of oddjobs, many of which were medical, Solomon made the most adept medical professional for your current situation. You and Mammon have decided to start a family together. That doesn't come without its own complications, but Solomon made it easier.

It also helped that he helped you fuck with Mammon a lot.

"Well, as the baby grows inside of me, it'll eventually start growing a brain, and probably by about the second or third trimester, it'll start trying to fight me for control of my body." You hardly keep a straight face, but it gets worse as you and Mammon see Solomon sagely nodding along. You almost break and laugh right then and there.

Mammon's face turns from disbelief to shock at the sight of Solomon agreeing and he looks to you with the most gentle and nervous horror. Like he feels responsible for what you're about to endure. It's so hard to keep a straight face as he's losing it, so you half-cover your mouth and close your eyes, nodding to reaffirm what you've just said.

Mammon steps back, releasing you from his comforting hug as he tries to digest this information. He realizes he's about to lose it in front of you, so he excuses himself. "Uh, I just realized I left our.. Our pregnancy bag! Back in the car! Yeah! I'll be right back."

You can tell he's freaking out. It takes all of yours and Solomon's strength not to crack until Mammon's gone. ---

Once he's gone, you two just lose it. You laugh so hard that tears form in the corners of your eyes. Solomon has to hold himself up against his table.

Between hushed laughter, Solomon wheezes out; "I didn't think he'd actually believe it"

"I never thought you'd go along"

"How long do you think we can keep this up"

"Honestly depends on whether Belphegor wants to spoil the fun or not."

"I hope we can keep this going forever."

"It'd truly be the gift that keeps on giving." ---

Mammon, texting his brothers;

Mammon: [APPARENTLY HUMAN BABIES PILOT THEIR HOSTS WHEN THEY GET SMART ENOUGH]

Levi: [Wait, wait what??]

[YEAH, LIKE THOSE ROBOTS FROM YOUR SHOWS]

[WAIT WHAT]

[YOU KNOW- THE ONES THAT PEOPLE GET INSIDE AND PILOT??]

[YOU TURNED ___ INTO A MECH?]

[YEAH]

Lucifer, interjecting: [That doesn't sound right.]

Belphegor, who knows damn well this is not what happens when humans have babies, is opting to stay silent, because this is significantly funnier than calling Mammon out for being stupid. If the entire group can believe this, it's even better.

Beelzebub, worried: [Are they going to be okay?? What's going to happen when the baby's in charge? Are we going to have to watch them?]

Satan: [I'm looking through my human pregnancy and prenatal books right now and I'm not finding anything about the baby taking over its host?]

Belphegor, who won't stand for your baby being treated like a parasite, only interjects to explain: [Parent. Not host. Parent. The parent carrying the baby.]

Satan, not understanding: [That's what I said?]

Belphegor: [___ isn't a host, they are the parent. Stop calling them a host like the baby is some kind of tumor.]

Lucifer: [Mammon. Please explain? Why do you think that the baby is going to pilot ___?]

Mammon, who still is losing his collective shit: [___ SAID IT THEMSELF AND SOLOMON SAID IT WAS TRUE, AND I'M FREAKING OUT. SOLOMON SAID IT WAS NORMAL AND WOULDN'T BE HARMFUL, BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HUMANS]

Beelzebub: [I wonder if the baby will like different foods when its in control. I'm excited to meet the baby.]

Asmodeus: [Oooh, I can get the baby's preferences for when we're getting their room ready, and deciding on clothes! What a great evolutionary trait!]

Satan: [I want to see if we can learn what books it likes. Then we can stock up on lots of them before they arrive.]

Mammon: [HOW ARE YOU ALL STAYING SO CALM?!]

Lucifer: [You said they said it was normal for humans, yes?]

Mammon: [Yeah??]

Lucifer: [Then there's no need to worry. You started a family with someone from another realm, so now you get a crash-course in their biology. Did you not think there would be differences between you two?]

Mammon: [BUT THIS IS WEIRD, RIGHT?]

Leviathan: [I'm actually with Mammon on this one for once.]

Mammon: [THANK YOU]

Lucifer: [Whatever may come, you're the one they chose. Are you going to prove yourself as their 'Number One', or are you going to fail them?]

There's a long pause in the chat as everyone awaits Mammon's reply. It takes him a moment as he's still freaking out but now he's upset because Lucifer is right. You chose him. He's your number one in every sense of the word. If he can't handle this, then does he deserve to be your number one?

Mammon: [I'm still freaking out but you're right. I've got a family now. I've got to stay strong and be the man they know they can rely on.]

Lucifer: [Good.]

Asmodeus: [Where are they?]

Mammon: [Oh shit I ran out of there I've gotta go back] ---

Mammon returns, sheepish, way outside of his element, and feeling like he's in over his head, but he refuses to ever let you down. He dips into Simeon's room, since you're both at Purgatory Hall for the check-up with Solomon, and he steals a bouquet of flowers from a vase in the angel's room. He dries them off on his shirt and brings them to you. When he arrives, he asks Solomon to give you two a moment together alone.

When Solomon's gone, Mammon hands you the flowers and looks away, his face hot with embarrassment. "Whatever happens, I'm here for ya'. I'm not goin' anywhere. Sorry if I seemed freaked out before, I just, this is new to me. But I'm here. And I ain' goin' anywhere. Even if y'get mad, or the baby hates me!"

You feel your heart soften from his warmth. That same love and devotion that melted your heart when you first got to know this demon. He's still as determined as ever to be strong for you. You smile warmly, moving to hug him, resting your head in against his shoulder. He softly massages into your back - A comfort he's been doing more as the pregnancy has been giving you backaches. "The baby's not going to hate you, Love. They couldn't. You're amazing."

You can feel the heat in Mammon's body rise as he gives you a soft squeeze, careful of your torso as he buries his face in your neck. "No you are.. There's so much new ground we're treadin', an' you're just so strong in the face of it all.." He rarely lets down his walls to admit his fears, but when it's just you, he's not ashamed to admit he's afraid. He knows you know his strength. "I just wanna prove to ya' that I'm here for all of it. I'll be your rock. Alright?"

You move to warmly peck his face, causing him to softly pepper your cheek with pecks, until you two meet in the middle in a warm, gentle kiss. You two savor the contact for a moment. When you part, you softly murmur "… Thank you. I love you."

Mammon smiles big, grinning as his love for you swells in his chest. He hugs you close. "We're gonna have a baby!" He picks you up, doing a small celebratory turn in a circle and gently setting you back down as you laugh, hugging him back just as warmly.

"We're gonna have a baby."

"Fuck, I love you.." You can see small tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he says this to you, his hand softly cradling your face. You laugh happily with his mushiness, cradling his head to you, tugging him into another kiss, which he warmly returns.

Mammon's love for you is overwhelming, and no matter what the odds you face together, he'll be there to fight right beside you. ---

Bonus Scene:

Belphegor, texting Solomon;

Belphegor: [So like, how long is this gag gonna go?]

Solomon: [As long as ___ can keep a straight face. I can go forever.]

Belphegor: [I'm in.]

Solomon: [They're going to be so happy to hear that.]

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enam3l · 1 year

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someone also asked for her to be a friend of reader who she sets up with Steve and someone asked for a backing singer for corroded coffin... so let's have both and give our boy his fairytale ending.

steve harrington's happy ending (rockstar eddiverse) 4.7k / fluff / steve and ed being flirty bffls

i don't write for steve so im not super confident with this but our boy needed his happy ending. added a lil mood board for his wife. you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist!

A boys weekend was what was promised by Eddie. You were away visiting family and told Eddie to invite Steve to stay at your New York apartment for some brotherly bonding. Another relationship had gone up in smoke for poor Steve and even if getting out wouldn't make him feel better, it would grant Robin a moment of peace. Since he'd been dumped, Steve had set up camp at Robin's and was really ruining the vibe of her last few months at college before graduating. The breaking point had occurred last week as Robin brought a girl home after a date only to hear a screech from the lounge. The poor girl had walked in to find Steve moping on the in his boxers. She quickly ran out accusing Robin of setting her up for a threesome.

So that's where Steve found himself, skulking round yours and Eddie's apartment looking at all the photos of the pair of you loved up as Eddie spoke to his manager on the phone. Steve was proud that the gangs meddling had resulted in Eddie finding the love of his life but he couldn't kick the nagging jealousy inside him that wondered when it was his turn. Ever since the events of 86, Steve Harrington for the first time in his life knew what he wanted to be - father. Nothing he ever achieved compared to the fulfilment he found in helping the kids although now they were all eighteen, he really needed to stop calling them that. No record on the swim team, monster slain, pay check or fight won made him feel as good as the look on the kids faces when he did something for them. And nothing made Steve's heart ache with want the way seeing how in love everyone around him was. He noted every word Joyce and Hopper said in their vows, the way you and Eddie looked at each other the first time you met, the admiration in Jonathan's voice whenever Nancy did something amazing and Lucas' pride when Max overcame whatever was thrown at her.

He wanted it all for himself but true love continued to evade him. The latest girlfriend was beautiful and kind but she wasn't the one, Steve knew that and in reality his wallowing was not about the loss but about being back at square one - again.

'Steeeveeee,' Eddie's voice called as he appeared from the bedroom, he sang Steve's name sweetly in a way that screamed 'I have bad news.'

'Yes?' Steve sighed.

'I'm really, really, really sorry but can you forgive your best friend because he has to delay boys night for some music video reshoots?' Eddie had donned his biggest puppy dog eyes, his eyes swirling hypnotic shades of chocolate - something you'd discussed with the group at length believing it to be sorcery.

'Ugh,' Steve groaned, eyes rolling, 'fine, fine.' He was already getting his jacket on knowing he can never say no to Eddie and that the chaos of a filming set might distract him.

Steve blocked the doorway before Eddie could follow him out, finger wagging at his chest.

'Although... Robin is my best friend,' Steve smirked.

Eddie's jaw went slack as he mimed a dagger to his heart.

'Hurt people, hurt people, Steven!' he declared dramatically before wiping a fake tear away. Steve's eyes rolled at the dramatics.

'That's not even my name...' Steve whined and Eddie dragged him out the door.

Steve's inkling that the set would be chaos was correct. From what he could see from beyond the lingering fog from the fog machine, people were scurrying everywhere, moving lights, positioning cameras and mics and shouting orders. Corroded Coffin stood with their instruments in a fake barren forest. Smoke rolling between bare trees and rubble as the scene was lit gloomily except for flickering cracks of orange light. To the corner, Steve could make out to backing singers stood on a platform. Both women had black mini dresses, over the knee black boots and a pair of black angel wings. He couldn't help the snicker that escaped as he watched thee Eddie 'freak' Munson, his wild and carefree friend have his hair perfectly teased by a girl on set. Eddie coughed as she violently sprayed another can of hairspray at him and Steve suddenly realised why there were so many 'NO SMOKING' signs around the building.

The whole bizarre scenario a reminder that his friend really was a rockstar. Steve supposes Eddie has always looked like one but he feels a sense of pride that his friend has stayed the same sweet, ridiculous weirdo he's always been. Never letting celebrity get to his head and never taking himself seriously. The boys had been in fits of tears a few minutes earlier as both of them along with two women from the costume department spent the best part of an hour trying to squeeze Eddie into the tightest pair of leather trousers known to man.

'Christ, man. You look like Olivia Newton-John in Grease,' Steve had wheezed between laughing.

'You'd love that, wouldn't you Harrington?' Eddie challenged, eyebrows wiggling.

'5...4...3..' the director had started counting down, finally ready to begin the filming now. Between the backing track, the wind machine, flashing lights and smoke, Steve had no idea how any of the band were managing to concentrate on playing. Steve was finding himself immersed in the scene, forgetting this was just a music video as the set got more intense as the song reached the chorus. The lights flashed brighter, the music louder and the band playing harder and moving around with more vigour. Eddie was a natural performer, his body rippling in time with the notes he was playing, legs spread in a power stance. Even if it wasn't his type of music, Steve still loved seeing the guys play, his head bobbing in time with the beat until a shout led the music to screech to a halt.

Just as Eddie was getting into his guitar solo, his knees bent, putting his all into it he suddenly yelled 'OH MOTHERFUCKER!!'

Steve whipped his head round as he saw everyone fluster round Eddie.

'Woah what? Everything okay man?'

'Dude what the fuck what happened?

The directors and cameramen flocked over.

Eddie's palm hit his forehead, his cheeks flushed.

'Yeah... shit,' Eddie laughed, 'guys, I told you these pants were too tight!'

Everyone looked around in confusion until Eddie span around.

'The fucking split man, LOOK!' Steve snorted as Eddie's ringed finger pointed to the rip at the burst seam of the leather trousers revealing his ass. 'Mannn, you guys are so fuckin lucky my girl makes me wear underwear to these things!' Eddie grinned.

Steve had gotten up now and was stood with his friend, the pair of them in stitches again over the ridiculous trousers.

His brows quirked up 'are you saying you don't usually wear underwear?'

Eddie shook his head 'fuck no, not if Y/N is around. Need easy access always, have you seen how hot my girlfriend is?'

Steve shook his head, groaning in disgust. He knew all too well that Eddie was a fan of easy access, wishing he didn't know the noises you and his friend made during ... intimate moments. Too many times had Steve had to angrily knock on a bathroom or van door.

Clearly the people running the shoot did not find the wardrobe mishap as funny as Steve and Eddie. The director and first AD were running around frantically, shouting into walkies

'Where is costume? We need them on set now!'

'Fucks sake, can anyone here sew these damn trousers up for Munson?!' The AD wailed.

A sweet voice chirped up from the far side of the stage,

'Oh! I can!' Steve whipped his head round to see one of the winged backing singers trotting over.

'Alright Ed, let's see the damage,' she chuckled.

For the first time, Steve could see her properly, no longer obscured by the artificial fog. The way he suddenly felt himself struggle for air made him wonder if he'd inhaled too much of it. But it wasn't the smoke, it was her. She was tall and leggy with exposed skin sun-kissed. Her hair similarly sun-bleached, perfectly undone and beachy, he's pretty certain he should hand his crown as 'The Hair' over to her immediately. Everything about her looked effortless, the make up added to her by costume being completely unnecessary. Steve's sure she was ethereal without the make up or the wings.

'Oh of course you know how to fix this,' Eddie playfully chides her.

She chuckles and it's lovely, her voice his soft with a little grit.

'Yeah, yeah. Wonder Woman over here. Wait there, I'll go get a sewing kit,' she lands a little punch to Eddie's shoulder and skips off.

Steve is left blinking dreamily off in the direction she went off to, his hand seeking out Eddie, hoping feeling something tangible would bring him back down to earth.

'Munson! Who. The. Hell. Was. That.'

'Huh?' Eddie was fiddling with the wires of his guitar, not yet noticing his friends bewildered face 'what? Marissa?'

Steve nods frantically, jaw still dropped.

'Marissa? Yes! Tell me more!' he gasped.

Eddie answers, half distracted as he hands his guitar off to someone.

'Oh yeah, she went to college with Y/N. They're good friends. Did the same course but she can sing so got her a spot doing backing singing for Corroded Coffin...'

Finally Eddie turns around properly to see the state of Steve who is currently stood there like a cartoon character, gawping with hearts popping out his eyes.

'My god... Steve Harrington has a crush, doesn't he?'

Steve looks at his friend with the most tragically lovesick expression, he gulps and nods.

'I think I might have to marry her.'

Eddie sympathetically pats his friend on the back, suddenly now aware how he must've looked when he saw you for the first time.

Steve finds himself alone, sat in the dressing room with Marissa as she artfully stitches up the rip. Eddie had feigned an excuse to leave them alone, deciding Marissa may heal Steve's broken heart a lot better than the bottle of whiskey they would've drank later.

'So you sing, you're creative... Eddie said you did the same course as Y/N and you sew,' Steve croons, 'what can't you do?'

Marissa flashes him a dazzling smile, 'we just met but I might keep you around, Steve Harrington. You're good for my ego!'

He has to stop himself from begging her to keep him around so he lets out a laugh and tries to play it cool.

'But seriously, how do you know how to sew?'

'Well...' Marissa starts as she carefully threads a needle, 'I have like, five siblings. All younger. Mostly boys. You have no idea how many clothes you'd get through with little boys if you don't know how to sew,' she chuckles.

Steve's heart aches in a way he's never felt before, his chest feels warm like something is blooming under his rib cage.

'That's really nice...' he smiles, 'guess you like being in the city now though? Get away by yourself.'

Marissa stops and shakes her head adamantly, 'no, actually I hate it. I miss them all the time. The city is cool and stuff but I don't know... nothing compares to home.'

Steve nods, he knows exactly what she means. The city is fun, he likes coming on adventures with Eddie but he's never having more fun than when everyone is round at his usually empty house; filling it with noise.

'You got siblings then?' She asks curiously.

'No... well... technically no,' Marissa looks puzzled at his response, 'I'm an only child but I guess when I was like eighteen I ended up kind of adopting a bunch of twelve year olds and now I'm kinda stuck with them.'

Marissa grins like she knows what he means, Steve's words not even raising any questions and he can't help but grin in response.

'Is that Dustin and the others? Eddie and Y/N have told me all about them. They seem great. It's sweet that you took them under your wing... really sweet.' She emphasises then last part as she looks at Steve's kind, warm caramel eyes and she hopes he knows she actually means that he is really sweet.

The pair of them chatter none stop until she's finished stitching the trousers. They continue even as Eddie is putting them back on. They talk until Marissa is practically manhandled by the AD and put back in front of her microphone. As they begin filming again, Steve almost forgets that he's there to watch Eddie. As far as he's concerned, the only person in the room is Marissa. The soft lights illuminating her, almost adding a halo to match the wings. The second the director calls 'CUT!' She is rushing back over to Steve to carry on chatting.

'So has accidental teen fatherhood put you off being an actual dad then? Guess you've got enough kids already,' she laughs.

Steve shakes his head adamantly as he realises he's not afraid to tell Marissa how much he wants kids. He's been hesitant to ever mention it to exes, knowing that the reaction of those he's told has been of confusion or disappointment. Groaning that the infamous Steve Harrington doesn't have worldly ambitions, he just wants to have a family.

'Hell no,' he can't help himself confessing, 'I'd have a whole Von Trapp family if my partner would let me.'

Marissa's face falls slightly, she can't hide her disappointment.

'Oh... you have a girlfriend?' She whispers glumly. Steve shakes his head frantically

'God no!' He snorts, 'I'm notoriously cursed in the romance department. Ask Eddie or Y/N!'

She smiles at how cute he looks when he's self deprecating and lets her fingers brush his arm. The hairs on Steve's body stand on end at her magnetic touch.

'I find that hard to believe,' Marissa smiles coyly. Steve thinks his heart is lodged in his throat, he coughs trying to scramble his thoughts together.

'Wh-what about you? Changed enough nappies from your siblings to put you off for life?'

She shakes her head, her soft waves shimmying and brushing against Steve's skin.

'Never. I think... I think having a big family of my own is all I've ever really wanted.'

The pair had been walking towards Marissa's dressing room, well, she had been and Steve had been following her hopelessly. They stop outside the door, their eyes meeting and both of them with the same soft hazy look. Both wondering if the other can hear how fast their hearts are beating.

Marissa doesn't want Steve to go and knows he's too sweet to press forward but she's pretty certain that's what is special about him. So she takes control and digs for any reason to keep him here.

'C-could you help me?' Steve cocks his head 'my wings... kinda tricky to get off?' She points over her shoulder at them.

'Oh-oh! Yeah, shit, yeah of course!'

He follows her inside and she stops, turning her back to him.

'They're just kinda attached to the dress... sorry, they're a little difficult.'

They both nervously chuckle. Steve takes a deep breath before carefully gathering her hair and draping it over her shoulder revealing her bare back. Across the span of her shoulders are a series of freckles mapped out like constellations. As his long fingers fumble with untangling the straps he sees her tan lines and he can't help but think how beautiful Marissa probably looks on the beach. His breath hitches at the thought and he reminds himself to concentrate at the job at hand. But it's hard not to get lost in her scent radiating from her hair and skin, she smells like summer. Radiating warmth in a way he's never known anyone to before.

Marissa feels her skin prickle with goosebumps each time Steve's fingers glide against her. She never felt a man with such soft hands before or such careful touch. He untangles the wings as if she's made of precious crystal and truthfully, Marissa feels precious just from how Steve looks at her.

That night your phone rings you yawn and stretch over to get it. Barely a sleepy 'Hello' leaves your mouth before Marissa barrages you.

'Oh my god, Y/N why have you never told me about him before? Shit, I feel thirteen. I don't think I've ever had a crush this bad before. He's like something out of a romcom. He's perfect. He's so kind and gentle and sweet and OH ugh the way he talks about those kids?'

You chuckle, 'so... I take it you met Steve?'

Marissa nods frantically before she realises you can't see her through the phone, 'YES! And I'll never speak to you again if I don't see him again.'

In all your time knowing her, you've never heard her like this over a guy before and the fact it's about your sweet, unlucky in love Steve makes you want to squeak. Maybe, finally, you can return the favour for him helping introduce you to Eddie.

'I'll see what I can do.'

In a bar back in New York, Eddie is listening to the same manic ramblings from a tipsy Steve. Eddie blinks as he trips over his words.

'Oh mannn, think she's s'cool! Who made her? WHO?'

Eddie shrugs, 'I don't know man, her mom and dad I guess?'

Steve presses two fingers to Eddie's lips who's eyes just widen at the contact.

'No, Edward,' Steve whispers, 'the big man did.' He gestures to the sky as Eddie struggles to hide a smirk.

'Ozzy?' Steve just groans and swats at his friends teasing.

'Sorry Steve, sorry. I'll talk to the missus. See what we can do.'

Everything quickly falls into place for Steve and Marissa. It's the most natural thing to happen to either. For the first time, Steve doesn't feel himself trying to be someone for a woman, Marissa sees him for who he is. The first time she goes to Hawkins, Marissa knows immediately this is where she was always meant to be. This felt like the small town she dreamt of having her big family in. It no longer takes the whole gang to stop Steve from feeling alone in his big empty house, just Marissa's presence alone fills the space. Gradually, Steve pieces together who he's supposed to be in this world. When Robin graduates in summer that year, they open up a coffee shop and record store. It quickly becomes a place where people and kids of all kinds come to relax and a sense of true pride that Steve has never felt before, fills him. He's proud of himself for making something special.

Over Christmas, Steve meets all of Marissa's siblings. Five that despite all being in their teens now, look at her like she hung the moon and stars. He watches how she loves them, paying each one equal attention, knowing everything about their lives despite no longer living in the same house as them. Marissa watches in return as she sees how the six people she loves the most, merge together perfectly. Her sides ache from laughter watching her four brothers tackle Steve. She notices how he teaches them new games and keeps them all entertained. How he instinctively knows how to fix or set up their Christmas presents. Her heart aches seeing how he goes out of his way to make time for her only sister, April. Sharing with her all the girly knowledge he's absorbed over the years from Robin, Max and Eleven.

Whilst she's occupied with washing the dishes, Marissa is blissfully unaware of what's afoot. When discussing hair products with April, the young girl breaks off the conversation to scan her surroundings before beckoning Steve to lower his ear to her mouth.

'You're the nicest boy she's ever been with. I hope you stay together,' she whispers. Steve's cheeks blush, he hopes so too.

Clearly April had initiated a meeting of the siblings which is where Steve found himself now. Sat in the basement, five loving siblings sat facing him in a circle. Were they not teenagers, Steve would've felt like he'd been called into a meeting with the mob.

The oldest spoke first, despite being eighteen, he was taller than Steve and frankly, alarmingly intimidating.

'As you know, Marissa is very, very special,' he began with a serious tone, 'she is more than our big sister, she is like our mom. So who she dates is very VERY important.'

Steve gulps, nodding. He looks around the room, each sibling wearing a somber face - until his eyes meet April's. She is grinning, the hand dangling at her side forms a little thumbs up and Steve lets out the breath he's been holding since he got cornered fifteen minutes ago.

'So far,' the oldest continues, 'our sister has dated a bunch of fucking losers... and then she brought you home, Steve. We have seen it and we have discussed it, we can confirm none of her exes have made her as happy as you do. And none of them have taken the time to get to know us like you have.'

The others all hum in agreement, faces easing slightly now.

'Therefore, we collectively, grant you our blessing. You are the first man in history to have received this, if you want to live then you best make sure you're the last to receive it too.'

He then walks forward and shakes Steve's hand, it's the firmest handshake Steve has ever received and it squeezes out the rest of the breath he'd been holding.

'Well guys,' Steve begins, 'first of all, thank you. It's an honour. It's also an honour to be with Marissa. I mean, I haven't told her this yet... we only met in May but... shit. Fuck it. She's my soulmate.'

The boys all nod in approval, the moment only broken by April who stands to her feet and erupts.

'Well good god, Steven. What are you waiting for? TELL HER!'

He quickly realises that once again, a little girl is the scariest person he knows. Max would like April.

'Agh! Alright, alright, I will! But... that's not actually my name.'

That night, Steve flops into bed with Marissa, both of them exhausted from the day. They both lie on their backs, staring at the ceiling whilst their fingers seek each other and intertwine.

'So... you met the siblings. They scared you off yet?' Marissa chuckles nervously.

Steve squeezes her hand.

'No... in all honesty, i'm probably going to spend the rest of my life with you,' he admits like it's the easiest thing in the world, but with her it really feels like it is.

'Oh...' she croaks.

Steve turns to face her now, his thumb rubbing her knuckles.

'Is that okay?' he whispers. Marissa turns to him too, her free hand stroking away a fallen blade of his perfect hair.

'Yeah. That's okay.'

From then on, the pair were as good as married. The next spring Marissa moved to Hawkins, the place she was always meant to be. By the end of the year (1991) Steve finally sells the house that had never been his home. Without needing to say it, him and Marissa choose an old house they can work on together to make into a home. Between Marissa's brothers and Steve's boys, the perfect home they both grew up dreaming of was finally completed. Dustin can't help his mouth speaking before his brain can stop him, 'anyway, man... what do you even need a house this big for? There's a shit tonne of bedrooms!'

Steve can't deny it so he comes clean, 'nuggets, Dustin. I'm going to fill it with a bunch of nuggets.'

In March 1993, Eddie is refusing to speak to Steve. Only two weeks after proposing to you does Steve overshadow the news by announcing Marissa is pregnant. Steve knew Eddie was proposing, having given him the ring for safe keeping in October until it was the perfect moment. You weren't bothered, you were mainly thrilled that two of the people you loved the most had ended up together and were about to start a family. They were both getting everything they ever dreamed of and you knew Eddie realised that deep down; sometimes he just needed to sulk. Steve has an inkling as to how he can win Eddie over.

Eddie is hunkered away in his studio at home when you knock on, startling him.

'Hey sweet boy, you've got something in the post. It looks really important, thought it might be contracts so I brought them straight up,' you try to keep your best poker face on.

Eddie swivels round in his chair, scooting closer and making grabby hands for you to come and sit on his lap - and who are you to refuse your fiancé?

'Ah thank you, sweetheart. Keeping my life together? What would I do without you?' He presses a kiss on your cheek as he tears the envelope open.

Inside is a card with a blank front, Eddie looks at you puzzled as your try to contain the smile creeping up on your lips. Carefully he opens it and squints attempting to analyse the photo inside and then he gasps. It's a baby scan. Underneath in Steve's handwriting it says

'Eddie Munson, I offer you your greatest quest yet - are you ready to be a godfather?'

Eddie jumps to his feet, forgetting you're even there causing you to stumble.

'Is this??' he practically squeals.

'Steve and Marissa's baby,' you grin.

You barely finish your reply before Eddie is out the door and running down the stairs before you catch up to him, you hear him find what he was going to go and look for.

'STEVE!!!'

Steve and Marissa had come round to deliver it, hoping Eddie wouldn't be able to resist the baby picture. When you get down the stairs you find the pair looking like kids, embracing each other and jumping up and down. Marissa catches your eye and you both crack up that you've both found yourselves spending your lives with the biggest kids around.

When Eddie pulls away you can see his eyes are red with tears and he's so overcome with emotion his words are barely a whisper.

'I'm so sorry man. D-do you really mean it? You want me to be god f-father... not Dustin?'

Steve's teary eyed as well and shakes his head.

'No way bro, I had to repay you somehow for introducing me to my baby mama!' Marissa playfully slaps his arm for the nickname. The boys are quick to continue their embrace.

On the 2nd January 1994, a baby boy with the greatest hair the world has ever seen is born. Robert 'Rob' James Harrington. The second Steve holds his firstborn and a tiny hand clenches round his finger, Steve knew that he'd been right; his purpose in life was always to be a dad.

Rob is barely one before the pair announce baby number two in April 95. A couple of months later, you and Eddie are announcing the same thing for the first time. Once again you and Marissa witness your partners hug and jump around this time over them both being dads. The pair wait on you and your matching bumps on hand and foot, constantly calling each other and comparing notes about their girls' pregnancies. When you and Marissa discover you're both having girls, Steve and Eddie can barely look at each other without bursting into tears. Having babies at the same time bonding them for life. In hindsight it only made sense that Steve and Marissa's Corey ended up together with yours and Eddie's Sloane.

In October 97 Steve and Marissa have double trouble - twins. A boy and a girl Jacob Dustin and Sophia April Harrington. It's once they watch their new twins asleep in their hospital cots and Rob and Corey curled up on the sofa that Steve realises something. He whispers, careful not to wake his tribe,

'Marissa, babe... we forgot to get married.'

Steve's initial musing when he first met Marissa, that she'd look beautiful on a beach was correct. He'd never been so speechless as her oldest brother, who'd given him permission all those years ago, escorts her in her floating white dress. Steve's teary eyes look towards the front row where you and Eddie sit with his gaggle of kids. It's not exactly the Von Trapps, but Steve thinks four out of six nuggets is pretty good going.

#enam3l asks #enam3ls rockstar eddie #rockstar eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson × fem!reader #eddie munson × reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #munson headcanons #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington #steve Harrington fanfic #steve harrington x OC #rockstar!eddie munson #enam3l x eddie

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sukats · 7 years

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parents (constantly) : you're a worthless piece of shit who'll never amount to anything and we wish we never even had you, you'll forever be a failure and the only thing you'll ever be good for is to cook and clean for a man in the future

also my parents : honey you've been really sad and distant lately is school stressing you out ? :)

#i wish i was exaggerating they've been saying those exact words to me for forever #also mom came in to talk to me earlier bc i'm not eating and she asked me if school was stressing me out #immediately followed by a '' you're not the only one in college everyone is stressed get over yourself''#and like i always forgive them immediately after they bring down my self esteem and i'm the one who apologizes #you'd never believe what our latest fight was about #i was cleaning the house and my friend sent me a message #as soon as i picked up the phone to answer my mom started cussing me out #dad just laughed and later joined #and since our last fight something just snapped #the weird thing is i was used to that kind of cussing out (for taking a break from cleaning) but that one #and it was an extremely mild fight compared to the others #you know just the typical ''youre lazy'' fight #but for some reason #that exact one was it for me #i lost the last bit of hope i had to live #like all the past years of abuse just piled up and just... crushed me ?? this sounds really cliché smh #but this is it #i made up my mind #my parents are right #i am afailure #and i have nothing to live for anymore #i decided to kill myself #i just don't know when #as soon as i get the courage i guess #if my parents had one thing correct to a T about me it's that i'm a coward #a big ol coward

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Leviathan Comforting You When You're Worried 'Bout The Future:

Dedicated to my friend, @yukihaie

Hurt/comfort

Tw: Depressing thoughts

"What?!" the protagonist shouted, and Leviathan only seemed to get giddier and giddier as he leaned forward, captivated by the animations dancing on the screen and the sound effects as the fight reached it's climax.

He glanced towards you, unable to contain his excitement and wondering if you were enjoying it as much as he was, when he noticed your sombre mood. You were clutching onto one of his pillows tightly, eyes unfocused and seeming to be lost in thoughts.

As if one of your favourite anime episode wasn't being played in front of you.

Leviathan frowned.

He couldn't enjoy the anime if his Henry's in a bad mood!

"M-" He hesitated. Should he call you? "Mc?" he called out your name nervously, wondering if he stepped out of the line and second-guessing his course of action. Maybe he should've just left you alone? Maybe you'd prefer if he wasn't there? What if- what if he's the reason you look so sad? Did you not want to watch anime with him today??

Your eyes met his and his breath hitched.

They were red. Your eyes were red and was filling themselves with tears.

"I'm scared," you whispered, and Leviathan felt his heart get caught in his throat. He didn't like this. He didn't like seeing his Henry so... heartbroken. His best friend and long time crush was scared and he's just gaping there like a second Henry II.

"The future..." you whispered, one too low for a normal human to hear, but he's lucky to be a demon with stronger hearing.

"You're scared of the future?" he repeated, the flush of his cheeks lessening as he shared in your thoughts. It wasn't like he's never thought about it either, how people come and go, and everyone will be seperated whether they want to or not. "You... you don't need to be scared of it, Mc."

You clutched the pillow tighter, your head lowered, eyes clenched. "But- but one day I won't be able to see you guys anymore! I'll have to leave Devildom and... We won't be able to eat breakfast together, and I can't hear Lucifer's lectures nor Asmo's stories of the latest parties he attended..." You raised your head to stare straight into his eyes. "I won't be able to watch anime and play games with you anymore."

Time froze for a moment, as Leviathan's brain slowly comprehends what you said, and the second he did, he hugged you.

Leviathan hugged you.

No words were spoken, he didn't know any that might help the situation, so he stayed silent and hugged you tightly, letting you know everything will be alright. His face was slowly heating up, but when you grabbed onto his shirt and buried your face in his chest, sobbing your heart and worries out, he didn't care about how fast his heart is beating.

All he cares about is comforting you.

Which is how you found yourself he next day, safe in Leviathan's arms, who seemed to not be able to get a second of sleep the whole night.

"Thanks, Levi."

You pecked his nose.

Leviathan blushed a bright red, hiding his face in your shoulders as you patted his head, softly combing through his bed hair.

Yeah, everything will be alright.

A/N: Life happens, people change as they come and go, but -well, idk 'bout otherd, but better believe it Han, I don't ever want to lose communication with you. Even if you or I abandon the fandom one day in the future, I'm sure we'll have other things to talk about! So yeah, it's gonna happen, we're gonna go on with our seperate lives, but for now, let's enjoy it while we're still here in this fandom, yeah? And the ones who've already left, let's pray the best for them. Who knows, maybe an opportunity will come where we'll meet each other in real life? Or maybe on another platform, in another fandom XD

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#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me hurt comfort #obey me shall we date #obey me fics #obey me fic #meowz writes #han🍊🍭

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat: The First Young Avenger —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

Words: 1,374

Warnings: None.

Series’ Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Next chapter

Listen to: ‘I Like Me Better’ -by Lauv

xii: C.C.'s New Team

MJ had been right, life was vastly different when one had good friends.

Nothing had changed between Michelle and her, the only difference was that now they would spend all of their free hours together, and Peter, being in most of her classes, would usually walk with her to class. They also liked doing group projects together, C.C. had the money to buy all the needed materials, and he had all the bright ideas to make it work.

The only person that wasn't happy with this turn of events, was Ned Leeds.

He firmly believed C.C. was a convict, even if he had no proof, he didn't want to be associated with a criminal and was reluctant to spend time with her. She didn't take it personally, after all, he was right to be scared, she wasn't an angel.

"Hey, did you hear about our school trip to Pym Technologies?" Peter stood next to her locker.

"Yeah, are you excited?" She replied, grabbing one more book and closing the thin door with her shoulder.

"I heard they'll let us see the latest experiments!" He said happily.

"Cool."

"You're coming, right? They'll give us extra points if we write a report about it."

"Er... I don't know, labs rub me the wrong way," She replied tensely.

"What?" He laughed. "What do you mean? Do you hate science that much?"

"Is not that I hate science," She rolled her eyes. "I don't know, the idea of those men testing their stuff in innocent creatures... I don't like it."

"C'mon, even MJ's coming!"

"Oh, MJ's coming, then certainly it's my duty to go," She teased.

"I thought that if you knew she was coming then you'd feel less anxious about it... I know Ned and you don't get along."

"More like he's waiting for an excuse to lock me up himself," She bit back a smile.

Peter groaned, pushing his glasses back up with one hand.

"I'm sorry, I really tried to change his mind."

"Don't worry, Pete, he's not that terrible. It's not like he's trying to kill our friendship, so it's fine, it's not like..."

C.C. and Peter's eyes caught her former group of friends turning the corner, Sally showed no marks of their fight, but MJ had told her that she still had a very clear patch on the side of her head, where she'd accidentally ripped a handful of hair.

They stopped and stared at the girls quietly, in turn, the girls sensed their staring and threw dirty looks her way, Sally quickened her pace and the rest followed.

"Yeah... Ned's not so bad," C.C. sighed.

Peter didn't move, the girl gazed back at him and noticed he was still staring at Liz.

"Oh no, not her, Peter," C.C. made a face. "Are you kidding me?"

He blinked. "Wha-what about her?"

"You like her," She whined. "I'm not very good with feelings, but I've never seen you stare at a person this way— blackboards and equations, yes, but never a girl."

She groaned, pushing him away playfully.

"I can't believe it, one of my closest friends, crushing on one of my bullies!"

"They're not your bullies, C.C.," He grinned.

"They were mean to me, that makes them my bullies."

"It's hard to feel bad for you when everyone saw the way you beat the hell out of her."

"Shut up," She chortled, pinching his arm.

"On your left!"

Pietro swore out loud, falling on his face.

C.C. pressed her pad, a loud horn blasted through the speakers.

"Loser," She sang. "Next up: Wanda!"

"I wanna try again!"

"This was your ninth try," C.C. yawned. "I think it's time you admit you need to practice your aim a bit more— being fast doesn't equal being precise."

"She's got a point," Steve said, he was sitting next to her, and they were sharing a bowl of popcorn.

Her pad started to vibrate, she sprung to her feet. "Everyone SHUT UP!"

Pietro and Wanda froze on their spot, Steve tensed on his seat.

"What is it?"

"One of my friends is calling me," She replied, pressing the green button and urging them to stay quiet. "Hello?"

"Hi, Miss Congeniality," MJ greeted. "Midterms are in a few days, you're ready?"

"Not really," Pietro started to walk towards her as soon as he heard the girl's voice, C.C.'s eyes narrowed. "Why, you wanna join my study group?"

"Nah, I'm fine," She answered. "But I wanted to ask if you'd like to go to the movies with me? There's this—"

"Yes, hello, we would love to!"

"Pietro!" C.C. gasped. "Give me the pad back!"

"Hello, who am I talking to?" He tapped the screen.

"Er... who are you?"

"I'm Pi—"

"He's my cousin— from my mother's side!" C.C. took the pad away, kicking Pietro aside. "My parents brought him to visit and he's a pain in the ass—"

"Language!"

"Control him, can you?" C.C. hissed at Wanda and the Cap.

She walked out of the training area, closing the door behind her.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry... your cousin has a funny accent."

"Yeah, he's from... Canada," C.C. cringed, she tried to change the subject. "You were saying something about a movie?"

"Oh, right," Michelle continued. "They're projecting these really old, black and white movies near my place, and I remembered you told me you haven't seen Gone with the wind, and if that you're not going to the school trip—"

"I'm going," She said.

"Really? What made you change your mind?"

"Peter."

"What? I annoyed you for a whole week and he just had to talk to you for like five minutes! I hate him..."

"Well, the difference lies in the fact that you use violence and he says please."

"You're so full of shit."

"What?" She chortled.

"You can't say no to Peter cause you have a soft spot for him!"

"Whaaat? No, I dooon't," She said guiltily.

"No like, I get it, he's got this air of younger brother and you're an only child— of course you adopted him on the spot—"

"Ugh, leave me alone, honestly," C.C. rolled her eyes, grinning. "You should focus on the bright side, we can pair up to write the report."

"Are you sure you don't want to pair up with Parker?" She teased.

"Nah, he already said Ned's his partner, and the last thing I wanna do is steal him away from him, I have the feeling Ned wouldn't hesitate to push me under the bus if I do."

"That checks out," MJ chuckled. "Well then, let me know if you can go to the movies."

"Sure, see you this Monday."

"Bye..."

When C.C. walked in, Steve, Wanda, and Pietro looked at her.

"And well?"

"What?" She asked.

"Are you going to the movies?" Wanda bit her lip.

"Were you guys eavesdropping?" C.C. gaped.

"No!"

"I was," Pietro shrugged. "Who's Peter?"

C.C. grabbed a fistful of popcorn and ate them. "Weren't you training? Keep going, you suck."

"I heard something about a report and a bus," Steve mentioned casually, glancing at her with mirth. "First school trip?"

"Seriously, you too?" She frowned. "You guys won't drop it until I talk?"

"Yeah."

"We're just curious!"

"A friend invited me to the movies, but I don't know if I'll go cause it's on Sunday and Sundays I'm always here. She mentioned the school trip and I told her I'd decided to go, my friend Peter said the teacher's going to give us extra points if we hand a report, and I honestly need all the extra points I can get, cause I suck in every kind of science."

"Bit ironic, considering you're a very successful genetical experiment," Wanda pointed out.

"Yeah well, that was all. Happy?" She asked them.

"I am," Steve said with a satisfied smile. "Sounds like you're making progress, and you're having fun too."

"Thank you, Dad," She teased.

"Hey, don't disrespect your Captain," He pointed an accusing finger at her. "You'll have to run a mile for that."

"What! I thought I was here to help you train the twins!"

"You'll help by putting a good example— c'mon, if you take any longer it'll be two miles."

C.C. groaned dramatically, taking the bowl of popcorn with her.

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ladykatakuri · 3 years

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Layers

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

Word Count: 2221

Warnings: Just fluffy and a kiss! Wrecker is not just the hug-a-bear we all love, he is more !

Song Lyrics: Faith of the Heart performed by : Russel Watson

Summary: People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more.

So a Wrecker one shot i made. I think there is far more to the man then has been shown until now and i hope that we will get to see more in depth about all of our sweet Batch in season 2 ( and yes I mean all of them when i say Batch! Crosshair included! )

The Havoc Marauder always seemed as a small home to you all. There was enough space to sit and relax, sleep after a mission or work while underway to whatever planet it was the lot of you would go to, to earn some credits. It was a home away from home, even though you also had a new home base on Ord Mantel. The Marauder was that bit more special because it was the last part of home that the guys had left after defecting from the Empire. Today it seemed to be a refuge for one of the guys and you were glad it was parked on Ord Mantel. Now at the very least, you could spend some time with him, without having to worry that one of the others would walk in on the two of you, without having to worry that he would shut you out again.

“Wrecker….” You walk up to the man currently sitting with his back against the wall of the Marauder. It took you a minute to realise he had taken refuge in the hull and you would not let him get away with withdrawing himself from you again.

“Wrecker, you know you can talk to me right? If not me, then you should find someone to talk to. Please Wreck, don't shut me out.” You slide down next to him on the floor and put a hand on his arm.

When he turns his head to you, you see his watery smile. As much as he is always the cheery and positive man around his family, he now seems to have withdrawn from it all to suffer alone. “I… I don't know where to even start Mini.”

Mini, the name he has given you when you first met and it never left. It became his sweet nickname for you, knowing that you never felt secure about yourself. You had always been well aware you were more weighty then most of the women crowding around the troopers at 79s and all the women flocking towards the men of the Bad Batch whenever they showed up in a bar. The clones who were the majority of the visitors to 79s never looked at you as someone different because of looks though and Wrecker and his brothers were very quick to point out how sweet they found you and how special you had become to them when you joined their little family. To Wrecker you were the most beautiful person in the galaxy as well. He named you Mini, because compared to him, almost everyone was small and you were no different in that. Softly patting his arm you tell him to start where he wants to start.

It's been a long road

Getting from there to here

It's been a long time

But my time is finally near

“I guess, I just wonder where it all will end, or when it all will end. Omega is still just a kid ya know? She is growing up fast, but she is supposed to be a kid. She should be playing with other kids and having fun, bringing home stray animals as pets and kiss a special someone…. Well not kiss, that would not be alright with me and the guys, but when she is older…. But she is learning how to fight and kill now and she is a fugitive with us. It ain't right.” He almost shouts out the words, as if it was blocking his every thought and had to be thrown out there. “I know it wouldn't be much of a life on Kamino for her and all, but still… Is this the right thing to do for her? To keep her with us where she is always in danger?”

You know it is a sentiment that all of the men have had at one point, but Wrecker who bonded strongly with the young girl, as the older brother, felt strongly protective of his little sibling and feared greatly for her safety. With what you hoped to be a reassuring smile you look at him. “Wreck, I know you worry. But this is also Omega`s choice. You all wanted to give her a chance at a more normal life with Cut and Suu. She chose to be with you and live her life with you. You are her family and family is all that matters to her and to you.”

For the first time he grins. “Yeah, she is stubborn ey? Guess she has that in common with us.” Reaching to his side, he grabs a bag of his favorite snack, most times shared with the young girl after a mission. “Want some Mantel Mix too? “ He offers you the bag and you grab a handful of the mix. Popping some in his mouth he chews while staring at the wall opposing you. “Remember how we first got to talk? It was in the hull of the Marauder as well.”

And I can feel the change in the wind right now

Nothings in my way

And they're not gonna hold me down no more

No they're not gonna hold me down

You had been travelling with the guys for a while now, getting used to the day to day business and to being somewhat of a sister figure to Omega. You were no warrior, no clone and no mechanic or medic. You were just the person who was easy in making connections with people when you decided to give it a real try and you knew how to prepare meals from whatever was lying around that was edible. And even more important, you befriended the Bad Batch and covered for them when it was first announced they had defected from the Empire. Knowing how close you had grown to the men, you were under investigation and the guys quickly decided to get you away from the Empire's clutches as fast as they could.

Each of the Batch had grown rather attached to you and Omega clung to you, especially when it came to doing the girly stuff. You enjoyed it immensely but it was Wrecker who surprised you the most. The man had always been considered a simple person that loved explosions and fighting and having his sweet snacks. He could party like the best of them and that was all there was to him. Boy, did he surprise you when you walked in on him one night.

You had been on the way to some remote planet in the Outer Rim. The possibility of finding an ally or foe was small and you needed supplies. Tech and Echo were in the cockpit as usual while Crosshair and Hunter were sound asleep. Omega shared her private sleeping space with you and after a long talk and reading a fantasy story she finally fell asleep. Lula was tucked snugly in with her after which you softly stepped down a ladder and moved to grab something to drink. You stumbled in on Wrecker, concentrated on something on a pad and not hearing you enter the hull. “What ya doing Wreck?” Carefully moving around a crate, you stand beside him and look down.

“Y/N ! You surprised me!.” He quickly puts the pad beside him and looks up to where you stand. I was, well… I was reading something.” He scratches his neck and a slight blush creeps up on his cheeks as he looks at you.

Tilting your head you slide down beside him. “What are you reading?”

For a moment he seems to be debating whether or not he should let you know. Then, he grabs the pad and hands it over to you. When you look at the text displayed you look up. “Wreck, I didn`t know you were interested in this.”

He shyly smiles at you as he takes the pad back. “I like to read about things… Do you know about this man? Asimov? He is really smart. I thought maybe… There is something we can use from what he writes when we face clankers and all.” The sincerity in his voice surprises you a bit.

“I won't say I understand everything this man writes, but it is very interesting. Honestly, I prefer reading different kinds of stories. Romantic novels, historic stories or thrillers and all that. Biographies can be very interesting too and sometimes it can still teach us still I guess.”

Wrecker nods at your every word and a smile beams at you. “You love reading too! Why didn't you tell me? We could share favorites and talk about them if you want? I mean, if that's something you'd like?”

From that moment on, the two of you would share time together whenever you could to talk about the latest story you discovered, about the things either of you did not understand and the other could explain or just reading the same book. More than once it happened that the others would walk in on the two of you, you with your head against him, him with his head in your lap or the other way around, just enjoying the stories you were reading or discussing the stories. Those moments were also the start of Wrecker opening up even more to you about the past and sometimes about his deepest feelings and fears.

Cause I've got faith of the heart

I'm going where my heart will take me

I've got faith to believe

I can do anything

I've got strength of the soul

And no one's gonna bend or break me

I can reach any star

I've got faith

Faith of the heart

Now right here in the present, you realise that the man you came to love for his love of life and his hidden, deeper layers of personality is severely struggling with everything that has happened up until now. And he needed to work through it, alone and with you. Carefully you lay your head against him. “What else is wrong Wreck? I know it is not only Omega you worry about. You always shut people out when things bother you and you retreat to wherever you can go to vent.”

Wrecker inhales deeply and shifts to wrap his arm around you. “You know Mini, there is so much that happened. Omega is young and a fugitive with us, my chip activated and I almost killed them! Crosshair…. well you know his chip also activated and we lost him for a little while. I`m just happy we got him back again, but he has a lot to work through and he still blames us sometimes. And you….. Mini, you are not safe with us either. They will hurt you if they ever get you. I don't want you to get hurt Mini. I mean, we all have been injured on jobs and stuff, but you and Omega? I would die if something happened to either of you!”

You can hear his heart race as he speaks and feel his body shudder at the thought of you and Omega getting hurt somehow. But, you let him vent every bit of emotion, every bit of anger and fear he has deep inside of himself. He finally decided to open up and let this out. He decided to let you be the one to hear every thought and every struggle he has been fighting with on his own. To so many people he appeared to be a simple man, but you knew better. You knew all too well how many layers there were to this gentle giant.

Pulling away from his body you sit up on your knees in front of him. “Wrecker. You are the most gentle man I have met. You care so deeply for your own and you would sacrifice all that you have and all that you are to ensure their safety. People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more. You are smart, Wrecker. You have an intelligence that defies the understanding of those who always considered you only by your CT number and purpose. And Wreck? You are also the only man I truly, deeply, love.” You place a gentle kiss on his lips as you look him in the eyes.

As you pull back from him, a grin forms around his lips. Without any warning he embraces you and then stands up and slings you over his shoulder. With a high pitched yelp from you, he walks out of the Marauder and into the streets of Ord Mantel. “Time to treat you to some proper dinner, my sweet Mini!”

Before he lowers you back to your feet, he kisses you with a smile.

Out in the back, a man grins and turns around. You only see a glimpse of a red bandana, as Wrecker walks off with his arm wrapped tightly around you. Your Wrecker, a man of deep devotion and many layers to him.

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SQUARE UP, LADY. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS WHERE YOU ARE BUT 7PM EST ON SUNDAY MEET ME OUTSIDE AND LET'S GO. this! latest! giam! piece! is! EVERYTHING! you described liam's emotions so well. i felt like i was the walls around him, being there and experiencing everything he was. you have such a way with words, my friend. i hope one day you write a book. i know you'd be amazing at it. anyway, until next time... or tomorrow when we fight haha.

Currently, it is 9:11 A.M. on Saturday here (I’m in central/south Texas, so I’m in the Central Time Zone). I’d be up for a good fight Sunday evening. That way when Monday and CBAs (our district assessments) come to kick my ass, I’m riled up. 👊🏾👊🏾👊🏾👊🏾👊🏾

I! AM! SO! GLAD! to hear that you loved it! Truly. Writing Giam, for me, is like nothing else. They’re the little pairing I never anticipated but truly cannot imagine having never explored this deeply. I can’t believe my foolish ass thought I was really going to leave them in a one-shot and walk away.

There was much more story to be told with these two, and I’ve had such a great time writing about them and sharing them with people like you, who in turn want to fight me.

(Don’t worry, I take your threats as true signs of love.)

This Liam is super special to me. At the time I began with him, I’d been working on a story in which Liam’s heart is much heavier, and writing ATSOM was a little uplifting reprieve from that, and now, this series as a whole has been something of a spirit lifter for me the further into it I get. Between moving them forward with the one-shots and drabbles and taking some peeks back into their past with Checkpoints, I feel like I’m having the opportunity to know this couple (and Liam especially) inside-out. So knowing that you are receiving each of these pieces with such delight and positivity…well, that makes me feel really good.

I think I’d love to write a novel someday, if or when I’m ready. I have a feeling there’s a story somewhere inside of me; I just haven’t found it yet. Maybe one day.

Thank you again for your message, and I can’t wait to share more of Georgia and Liam with you. 💗💗💗

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