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fuckin-sick-bih · 6 months

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I'm Your Rock, Baby. I won't back down.

Fandom: Stranger Things (honestly in my head I was thinking of Tattoo and Florist AU but it's kinky Eddie instead of kinky Steve this time? idk food for thought!) Summary: Steve's been sick and Eddie's been enjoying playing Caretaker. When Steve wakes up from a nap, they watch a movie together and cuddle. CW: cold sneezes, sneezing on partner's neck/shoulder, mention of nose blowing/wiping but really low mess fic for me! Word Count: 1,259 MINORS DNI Author Note: little drabble i did just writing in the tumblr text post thing bc for some reason writing in the tumblr text box makes it easier to write rn? idk, man, don't ask me how my brain works i just live with this traitorous electric meatball

Eddie swayed his hips to the beat of the song as he hand-washed the few items they had that weren't dishwasher safe in the sink, rings sitting on the counter beside him. His phone was softly spitting out one of his current favorites and he was mumbling along, trying to keep quiet so Steve could rest.

Poor Steve had been down for the count the last few days with a nasty cold that had left him utterly exhausted. He scrubbed at the pan he'd made breakfast this morning in as he mulled over the last few days of meds, tissues, sleeping, soup, meds, and more sleeping.

Of course, Eddie was over the moon at getting to take care of Steve. Anytime he got to take care of Steve was a win in his book. His boyfriend was like a walking poster child for hyper independence and Eddie secretly blamed the Harrington parents for that.

Pulling the drain and letting the sink water gurgle down into the abyss, Eddie sighed. He paused his music only to hear sniffling from back in the bedroom. Straining his ears, Eddie swore he heard a catch of breath just before-

"HeNX'T!"

"Don't stifle!" Eddie called out instantly, though his tone was fond as he dried his hands.

As he headed back to the bedroom, Eddie spoke again, "You want a sinus infection? That's how you get a sinus infection." He crossed his arms and admired the sight of Steve sitting up in bed with a tissue folded over his nose.

There was a light blush over Steve's face, skin still lightly tanned from summer. "Sorry. Habit. Snf! What were you doing out there? I thought you fell asleep with me?"

The quiet softness as well as how his voice seemed to grate against his throat, making Steve wince a little had Eddie moving over to the bed to sit with him. "Aw, I'm sorry. I woke up and started cleaning up a little is all. Thought I'd let you sleep as long as you could. Seemed like you needed it. How you feeling now, handsome?"

One of Eddie's hands was coming up to brush Steve's bangs back up out of his face, carding lovingly through his hair as well as pressing to his forehead. "Better than I was, honestly, but I th-hih-! ohh no... heh-ih!"

It was like Eddie's whole world was slowing down as he watched and felt Steve's expression crumple into a pre-sneeze show. His brows rose then collapsed into a pleading sort of pinch while his nostrils flared, mouth hovering open.

"E-ehhddieh-! EhX'TSHH! ID'SHuh! Hh...! ugh d'noh..." Steve collapsed forward, head jerking downward to sneeze towards their laps as his face flushed with color. He was scrambling for a tissue, but Eddie was already plucking and handing him several.

"Bless you, sweetheart, jeez." Eddie leaned forward to kiss Steve's forehead and then the top of his head. "You sure you're feeling better?" He teased, trying not to squirm as Steve blew his nose into the wad of tissues.

A little sniffle came from Steve as he finally pulled the tissues away from his face. "Uh-huh. Just think it's moved to my head. I'm all-" He gestured vaguely to his face and head with a pointed finger and sniffled again. "What's that word you use?"

Eddie made a strangled little sound and rested a hand on Steve's knee. "Stuffy?" He suggested helpfully, praying his boyfriend was searching for a more vanilla term.

"Sure. That." Steve replied with an amused little grin and Eddie knew right then and there that Steve was feeling better if he was getting one of those smiles.

Without warning, Eddie leaned in to press a soft kiss to Steve's lips before pulling back. "Brat." He took a moment to pretend to examine him, going so far as to thoughtfully tap his chin for dramatic effect. "You feel up to watching a movie on the couch with me?"

Steve looked amused at first, but he was quickly looking more and more distracted. "Yeah, I... I think I can manage- that..." His eyes went unfocused as he tried to respond to Eddie's question and Eddie knew pretty quickly what was going on as his eyes flicked to Steve's cherry-red, chapped nostrils that twitched and flared.

"Hiih... IXX'TShhuh!" Steve lurched forward towards their laps again with his powerful sneeze that had tears springing to his eyes. "Ugh, sorry. That might end up happening... more- heh...ihh-hh! ISSHHuh! God, sorry."

. . .

Twenty minutes later found Steve curled up in Eddie's lap on the couch with Princess Bride playing on their television. Eddie was playing with Steve's hair as his head rested on his shoulder, legs sprawled over his lap.

They were both covered in a blanket and Steve had the box of tissues in his lap, one in his hand which he kept dabbing at his nose with. Eddie was doing his best to pay attention to the movie, but if he was being honest with himself he could quote the whole thing from start to finish just by where in the musical score they were.

So instead he doted softly on Steve who was sleepily watching the movie. Not much energy to do anything else as Eddie pressed soft kisses to his forehead, hair, eyebrows, and even the bridge of his nose once.

Though that had made Steve's eyes well with ticklish tears and his nostrils flared as his breath hitched softly, "E-Ehhddie, that's gonna... huh-! m-make me s-sneeze..."

"Oh, is it?" Eddie practically purred as he lifted a hand to gently tap the pad of his pointer finger against the side of Steve's nose. "Hadn't noticed."

"IHIshhiiew! IXt'Hue!" Steve exploded moments after the tap like that was all he needed to be set off. Eyes watering, bright red nose twitching and shining ever so slightly around the chapped rim. "Ugh, snf! you're a menace, Munson. Absolute snff! menace. Those good for you? Or should I nix the tissues and use you instead?"

A shudder ran through Eddie at Steve's words and he groaned, letting his head tip back. "That's playing dirty, Stevie, and you know it. You can't dirty talk me while you're sick and sneezy." Then came the soft feeling of plump lips traveling over his throat and the subtle brush of a damp nose tip against his Adam's apple.

Eddie would deny at all costs the noise that garnered from him.

It did get Steve to chuckle, though. "Like you tapping my nose isn't playing dirty. You made me sneeze. That- hhh... oh h-hang on... gonna- hihh..."

This time Eddie didn't get to watch Steve's build up, but he could feel it. Every stuttering inhale pressed up against him, the way his fingers curled against Eddie's shirt ever so slightly, and how Steve tucked into his shoulder with a final wavering. "Hihh-ih!" Before finally pressing his face into Eddie's neck and shoulder as he sneezed, "IHHxT'Shuh! Ohh- snf! shit, I forget what I was saying." He admitted, chuckling a little again as he pressed a tissue to his running nose.

Meanwhile, Eddie was getting his heart rate under control and running his fingertips lovingly along Steve's back up and down. "Bless you, pumpkin. Okay, I promise-" And Eddie made a little X over his heart with his free hand. "No more teasing my poor boyfriend's nose unless he asks or he's all better, deal?"

And then Steve gave him a wicked smile. One that only meant one thing. "I never said it was a bad thing, Eds."

#st/ranger th/ings #ed/die mu/nson #st/eve ha/rrington #st/eddie #snz #snz kink #snzfic #cold sneezes #cold fic #i just want cozy kinky eddie and confused and sick but supportive steve who is just sniffly and sneezy and wants nothing more than to nap #but also tease his bf some bc who doesn't love that?#the title is a hint to what song eddie is doing the dishes to if you want fun tattoo artist au eddie lore

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skylandart · 4 months

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“I notice the little efforts you make for me.. and i just want you to know I appreciate it.”

{Ao3}

I’ve waited an entire year to make this fairy lights gif 🤭🤭🤭

I really go over the top for these two heheheh~

#skylandart #my art #power rangers #fanart #art #power rangers fanart #power rangers dino fury #amelia jones #dino fury #javi garcia #javi x amelia #power rangers christmas #happy christmas eve #24th of Dec is Javelia day 😁✨💖🖤

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regaliasonata · 4 months

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🎉Ending off 2023 with a banger🔴🔵🟡🟢🔴🔵🎉

#power rangers #mmpr #mighty morphin power rangers #ggpr #ninja #2023 #new years eve #happy new year #ninja storm #power rangers ninja storm #art #procreate #my artwork

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butyoumakemesohot · 1 year

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finally... my secret santa fic! thank you endlessly to kb @softsnzstuff for putting this together, and thank you to @annieherondale (hey girl hey - i was your secret santa!) for being so patient! i hope you enjoy this!!!

pairing: platonic st/eve + ro/bin, pre-s3 word count: 1k summary: when steve shows up to work displaying all the usual symptoms of his "allergies," robin can't help but feel a little annoyed (i mean they work in a restaurant for fuck's sake)

After about a month into the world's worst summer job, Robin inadvertently develops a list in her mind - an inventory of facts and analyses about none other than Steve Harrington:

He hates his parents.

He loves his friends, all of whom inexplicably consist of children no older than fourteen.

He’s really good at stacking scoops of ice cream. His record is seven on a single cone.

He has horrible allergies.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t find the last one kind of hilarious. Part of her has been searching for ways to chip away at his ego since high school, and while they’re technically friends now, teasing him about it is still pretty fun.

It’s noon on a rainy Tuesday in June, and Starcourt is practically desolate. Naturally, Steve rolls in a few minutes late for his shift, his dampened shoes squeaking against the tile Robin just spent half an hour cleaning. But she digresses.

“Hey there, Harrington,” she greets, not bothering to look up from the book she’s been assigned for summer reading.

“snff! Hey, Robid.”

He breezes past her so he can clock in, emerging from the back a few moments later. Robin dog ears her book, hoisting herself up onto the counter before Steve can claim it.

“Should be pretty slow today,” she notes, eyes skirting across the empty food court.

“Yeah - snrf! - the roads were pretty mbuch embpty. It’s like a fucki’d hurricade out there.”

Robin clocks another congested sniffle, her eyes narrowing as she takes in Steve’s appearance. His nose is a bright pink, his wet hair slicked back beneath his uniform hat, which is uncharacteristically askew on top of his head. He’s panting, too, out of breath from what was surely a miserable dash across the parking lot.

“What, King Steve can’t afford an umbrella?” she quips, her eyes trailing over the rest of his drenched uniform.

“Ha,” Steve deadpans, sluggishly wiping his nose against the heel of his hand. “I could’ve sword I - SNF! - had ode id mby ca'hhhr but I guess ode of the kids took it.”

“My money’s on Mike.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, mbe too… hah-! hhaHH’ESSCHH!” He whips into his cupped hands just in time, grimacing slightly at the sight of his palms. “Ugh, excuse mbe.”

He wipes pathetically at his nose again, shivering beneath the mall’s air conditioning and his cold, wet uniform. Robin can’t help but feel a bit bad for him.

“You know…” she begins slowly, a teasing lilt to her voice, “rain is known to exacerbate allergy symptoms.”

Steve rolls his eyes, reaching for a few napkins from the dispenser next to the cash register. He wipes the mess off his hands before giving a thick, gurgling blow into the thin paper, still sniffling in the aftermath.

“I dod’t have allergies,” he has the absolute gall to say.

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s just - snnf! - ‘cause I got caught id the ra'hhid - huhhh… ha’hhTCHHH! ISSSHHhiew!” Steve groans dramatically, roughly pinching away the wetness clinging to his nostrils before grabbing another handful of napkins.

Robin goes back to reading her book, sounding rather amused. “Bless you. Also, I’m pretty sure you're breaking like, seven different health code violations right now.”

“Whatever,” he brushes off. “It’s dot like - snF! - adyode’s here, ahhhdyways. snffsnrrf… heh-! hHH’ESSCHHH!”

Another violent sneeze before he’s burying the lower half of his face in the fresh bundle of napkins, blowing his nose with an unrestrained honk that Robin is almost positive the people who work at the Orange Julius on the other side of the food court can hear.

“Jesus, Harrington, could you at least try to be a little less… vocal?” she asks, cringing.

“I kndow, I kndow - snnnrf! - I soud really gross right dow.” He tosses the soiled napkins in the trash before pulling out a few more in anticipation, glancing at her apologetically. “I would’ve stayed hombe but I really deed the modey.”

“We all need money, dingus. It isn’t worth killing yourself over.”

“‘Dingus’?” he repeats, smiling slightly. “That’s a dew ode… ehh’SSCHHHIEW! God, fuck, sorry. snrrk!” Steve searches for a clean spot on the napkins to fruitlessly wipe his nose, another shiver visibly running down his spine.

Robin sighs. “Have you ever considered taking an allergy pill?”

“It’s dot allergies,” he insists, sounding a bit more perturbed this time.

As much as Robin hates to admit it, Steve may be right this time; judging by the thick stuffiness in his voice, accompanied by the deep flush in his cheeks, it may not be allergies. It may be something more.

Before she can bring it up, however, a couple that Robin vaguely recognizes from school comes in to order some ice cream. She nudges Steve in the direction of the cash register so that she can handle preparing the food, moving quickly when Steve’s incessant sniffling starts to sound more and more unpleasant. She presents the cones with a plastered-on smile, managing to slide in front of Steve right when his breath starts to hitch, blocking him from the view of the customers.

“Thanks for visiting -”

“hahh’AAESSCHH!”

“- Scoops Ahoy! Please have a -”

“ESSCHHHEW! snnxf! hh’IRRSHHH’uhh!”

“- voyagetastic day!”

One more horrendously loud sneeze from Steve makes the couple hightail it out of there, nearly forgetting to accept their ice cream in the process. Robin smirks a little as she watches them go.

“Now we really aren’t gonna have any customers,” she muses. Steve, meanwhile, seems to still be fighting for his his life.

“huh’KGGSCHH!” He sniffles thickly, his nose still buried in the now soaked bundle of napkins. “God, does it ever fuckihhh’g stop? hhhhh - hih-! ihh’SSCHHH’uh!”

He finally manages to blow his nose again, which seems to aid in quelling the itch in his sinuses, but does little to actually clear any of his congestion. He tosses the napkins in the trash when he’s done, taking in a few deep, steadying breaths through his mouth.

“Uh…” Robin says. “You good?”

“For dow, yeah. snnfg!” He pinches the bridge of his nose, which has now deepened to a nearly comical shade of red.

“Steve, I think you have -”

“Allergies?”

“Actually, no,” She smirks again, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was gonna say you might have a cold.”

“... Oh.” Steve sniffles thickly, dragging his index finger beneath his nose. “Yeah, that would mbake sedse, too’hh… hhh’ISSCHHhiew!”

Robin laughs; Steve’s eyes brighten proudly at that, even if it’s at his expense. As she ushers him back to the break room, managing to find a dry uniform for him to change into, she mentally replaces item number four in her list with the following: Steve Harrington either has allergies or a shit immune system. Either way, that makes him a huge dork.

#i haven't written in so long ahhhh #this is literally nothing special but i still hope you like it :-)#sneeze fic #sneezefic #snzfic #snzblr #st/ranger th/ings #st/eve ha/rrington

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dire-kumori · 10 months

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If the Afton kids played DnD, what characters would they make?

#not necessarily 'what races/classes would they be in a DnD setting'#but rather 'which races/classes would they choose to play as'#I had some thoughts for Elizabeth's character being a warlock with a pact with the fey #before remembering that I don't think that existed in whatever edition was out in the 70s/80s #I have lots of ideas for Ev #none of which I'm sure fit well #like maybe he'd play a paladin or fighter bc he'd want to create a hero who could protect him from all the scary monsters #or maybe he'd play a bard who uses music to make people smile since he feels so bad all the time #I'm also attached to the idea of him playing a ranger so he can have an animal companion as a nod to Saffron Pawn (by lonelyfreddles)#and for Mike I have no idea #maybe edgelord rogue or barbarian smash or sorcerer arsonist #I feel like no matter what class he played he'd go full aggro in his playstyle #random #Elizabeth Afton #Evan Afton #Michael Afton

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moonbells-draws · 7 months

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lineup of a D&D party I am in, which is unofficially referred to as Girls' Night! Bc we are all playing ladies

Braelinn's player is not on tumblr Sly - @keeperofgems Enndlin's player is not on tumblr Eve - me!

8.18.2023

#bells art #D&D OC #dungeons & dragons #ttrpg ocs #dnd elf #dnd ranger #dnd tiefling #dnd cleric #dnd human #dnd necromancer #dnd warlock #dnd rogue #OC: Eve

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vodka-and-ocs · 1 year

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#dnd ocs #new sheet dropped whooo #dnd oc #warforged #ranger #cleric #paladin #fighter #rogue #tiefling #genasi #drow #malachite #etna #sanctity #temperance #calliope #eve #mercy

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kestrelscribe · 5 months

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Wyvern chasing a griffin chasing an archdemon

Fossils from my years-long Dragon Age hyperfixation.

#also a funky highwayman I made for a one-shot that has been put on hold #have I played dragon age?? ever?? no #have I been cursed with knowledge? like adam and eve slurping down a tub of applesauce #anyways. I'm normal now! I can contemplate Loghain Mac Tir without having to go on a multiple-hour rant to myself #thank god for dnd #traditional art #fanart #dragon age #uuugh #loghain mac tir #sketchbook #kestrel why are you so into fucked-up Ends Justifies Means Paladins and Rangers #it's not as though you went so insane over the Grey Wardens that you had to make your own Order of Morally Fraught Knights to play with

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perenlop · 2 months

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another thing i really love about cassette beasts is like, yes its very obviously got pokemon influence even when you ignore that theyre from the same genre (and i gotta stress INFLUENCE here, not ripoff) but its also got enough content to stand on its own feet. like this isnt just “pokemon to the left”, its a character focused survival story focused on helping out the community and doing your part, that involves connections and fusions and an entire overworld full of puzzles and quests. its a ton of fun

#i was talking to eve about this but i also like how the stuff thats influenced never feels like pretentious?#like the bootlegs are clearly influenced by shinies but theyre also very different- its not just a color swap- theres actual stat changes #and type changes to take into account so it really is a wild card #but that doesn’t necessarily make shinies worse. sometimes a color swap is all you need #or the professor guy in the ranger station whos like an expy of the professors #and part of it is that hes NOT a professor at all actually- hes just a sci fi nerd who loves playing the part #but it doesnt feel like a jab or an edgy parody or anything- not at all #mostly cause they show ingame that he DOES help new wirral a lot and he loves what he does for them #and hes still a useful guy in the game #echoed voice #it also helps that the animals arent your friends like in pokemon fjfjfjfjfj no they hate you #youre collecting data not the actual beasts #there’s no theme about connecting with the beasts or building a symbotic relationship #not out of a select few anyways #i also feel like this is the ideal adult pokemon experience bc its got the same vibe but its distinctly more adult in its themes #like. theres a body count in this game djfjfjfjfj #but it doesnt feel shoehorned in for the sake of going ‘’this aint your GRANDMAS pokemon’’

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abbaddonadvocate · 1 year

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^^ Plans for New Years Eve ^^

#forever alone #me #loner #lone ranger #netflix and chill #New Year’s Eve #new years #2023 #killmeslowly #blogging #personal #life #new #year #holiday #holidayplans

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fuckin-sick-bih · 8 months

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Tattoos and Tissues pt 3!

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie goes to Steve's place to take care of his florist boyfriend who has fallen ill. CW: Mess, inducing, stuffy talk, illness, mentions of erections and adult themes/kink, Steve has the kink and Eddie likes indulging Word Count: 4.3k Author Note: I did it! I finished it! I finished a fic! Holy fuck! No one ever let me do this again... I am absolutely going to do this to myself again no questions, I just suck at pacing myself lmao. Honestly, the first draft was WAY more Adult lol But also I don't want this to be the end of this AU. I just don't wanna do another 3-part fic, I wanna do little mini fics or drabbles if ideas happen tbh. Regardless, enjoy. I am aware not all things resolve, but hey that's why it can be something cute and small and on-going, right? Eddie - bold Steve - Italics MINORS DNI

whats your address?

What? Why?

because i come baring gifts, Harrington. address, please, so i can figure out where the hell im going im so lost

413 Building D Maple Glen Apartments just off Terrace Street. I’ll buzz you in, just come up to the fourth floor, and I’ll be poking my head out.

When Eddie showed up at Building D of Maple Glen Apartments and saw he had four flights of stairs to climb, he decided he was going to strangle Steve instead of nurse him back to health. He adjusted the bags of goodies for Steve in his hands and began the climb up to the fourth floor. The top floor, of course.

As he reached the top and exited the stairwell, he spotted Steve poking his head into the hallway as promised. Sure, Eddie was panting, but Steve looked wrecked. There were dark circles under his eyes, his nose was bright cherry red at the tip and rims, and the rest of his face was pale.

“Jesus H. Christ, you weren’t kidding… You really are sick, huh?” Eddie said in a soft, somewhat concerned tone as he approached Steve.

The other’s pale cheeks seemed to flush up a dark shade of red at Eddie’s words. “What id the world are you doi’g here, Eddie?” Steve asked in a congested and raspy voice that made Eddie wince in sympathy for his throat.

Instantly, Eddie went digging in his bags for the bag of cough drops. “Please suck on one of those, Harrington. Talking sounds like it hurts. And they’ve got menthol-y stuff in ‘em. It’ll help your nose, c’mon lemme in.” He shoulders his way into Steve’s apartment before the other can stop him.

“Eddie!” Steve rasped out before turning away from the other to cough harshly into his arm. “You dod’t wadt to be id here, you’ll get s-siiih… IXXGH’T! Sick.” There had been just enough time for Steve’s hand to shoot up and pinch his nose to stifle what sounded like a powerful and still just barely restrained sneeze. It made Eddie wince to think how it must have hurt his ears.

There was a scoff from the curly-haired tattoo artist, who was already unpacking his bag of goodies on the nearby countertop. At the same time, Steve shut the door, not protesting anymore. “Bless you and puhhh-lease. I don’t get sick, Steve. Munson Constitution. Allergies? Yes. Sick? No. I can’t even remember the last time I was sick. Wait-” He frowned as he tried to dig up the memory. “I think it was like 8th grade? And I had the flu? I dunno; Uncle Wayne came home to me curled up asleep in the empty tub with a fever. He couldn’t find me for like twenty minutes.”

There was a mildly concerned but still somewhat fond smile on Steve’s face. “You’re a bess, Budsod.” He sniffled thickly and grabbed a tissue from the box beside the couch where it looked like Steve had taken up residence. A nest of blankets, a pillow from his bed, crumpled tissues surrounding the nest, and a few empty water bottles. “But seriously, you should go. Robid high-tailed it out of here to Dadcy’s the seco’d she heard I was sick.”

“All the more reason for me to stay!” Eddie chirped, stepping back to show Steve the menagerie of sick supplies he’d brought. “Not that you need a babysitter, and if you seriously wanna be left alone to your misery, I get it, but…” He side-stepped a little closer to bump their shoulders together. “I never liked being alone while sick.” He admits softly.

The little bump made Steve’s lips twitch, and Eddie counted it as a win. Then Steve moved forward to have a look at the supplies. “Jesus, you didd’t have to get b’me all this…”

Eddie pats Steve on the back as he moved with him, eyes scanning over the cold/flu meds, a couple cans of chicken noodle soup, some bottles of Gatorade, the cough drops he’d mentioned earlier, and even- “Those fucking dissolvable shower disks are evil, Harrington. That’s your treat if you’re a good boy and take your meds, deal?” He said with a smirk growing on his face now.

A sputtering noise from Steve turned into a coughing fit almost right away, bad enough that Eddie was rubbing his back through the end of it. “W-What the hell does that bead?” He choked out, eyes wide. “If they’re evil thed, why did you bri’g theb?”

A laugh escaped Eddie, who was now taking Steve’s hands to guide him back to the couch, settling the sick man down to wrap him back up in blankets. “Because they work and because you will probably love it.” He said playfully and hesitated momentarily, trying not to overthink it before pressing his lips to Steve’s forehead. “Not warm.” He whispered softly.

Steve let out an almost shuddering-sounding sigh like he was just happy to be touched. To be taken care of for once. They’d only started getting to know each other but had been texting a bit. With all those teens he babysat, Eddie could believe it. Between work, babysitting, and probably taking care of things at the apartment with his roommate… when did Steve get time to care for himself? No wonder he got sick, Eddie thought.

“What do you say to some daytime cold meds, a cough drop, some Gatorade, and I’ll heat you up a can of soup in a bit?” Eddie asked Steve softly, running his fingers delicately through the other man’s messy bedhead. It was as if Steve was a cat, utterly leaning into the touch despite how sick he must feel with how he looked.

There was a nod from Steve, so Eddie took that to mean go ahead with his plan. “Kinda glad to see you keep work at work.” He admits to Steve in a casually playful way while grabbing Steve a Gatorade and some pills. “Would’ve sucked if we were both sneezing our heads off- bless you, by the way.”

As Eddie spoke, Steve’s face had been going slowly slacker, and his eyes were unfocused in a classic pre-sneeze hang-up. “Ixx’TSH! IXGh’t! Oh god… I’b dot godda be able to stifle those buch lo’ger…” Steve mutters with a much soupier-sounding sniffle than Eddie expected for some pretty well-stifled sneezes.

Nevertheless, Eddie pulled his bandana from his back pocket and swatted Steve with it before offering it out to him. “Here. Stop stifling then, jackass. Didn’t see me stifling for you, hm?” He pointed out, handed over the meds and drink, and gestured to the cough drops. “Try one. It’ll feel good on your throat and help your congestion.”

Steve caught the bandana and gave Eddie an appreciative smile for the soft fabric against his nose. “Ugh, fide if it gets you to shut up.” He teased, punctuated by a weak cough after downing the meds. Then he grabs a menthol lozenge. After popping it into his mouth, Steve’s eyebrows raise. “I was expecti’g that to taste worse… cad defiditely still taste the bedthol…” He admits with a slight sniffle.

“Sorry… what were you sayi’g earlier?” Steve asked with another little sniffle as he settled on the couch, pressing the bandana to his nose some more. There’s the slightest flush that wasn’t there a little bit ago. Eddie would’ve remembered if it had been there or not. It’s too cute, barely spreading over his cheekbones and nose tip.

Eddie was knocked out of his daydreaming by remembering he had to answer Steve. “Huh? Oh- thanking you for your lack of plants. That’s all.” He jokes and shakes his head. “It’s stupid, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to get a break from being the sneezy one.” He teased.

A quiet, albeit raspy, chuckle escapes Steve while he sucks on the lozenge. “Ab I givi’g you a rud for you b-buhh…bodey yet? Or do I deed to snff let byself sdeeze bore for that?” With all the stopping to sniffle and how his nose seemed to be tickling, Eddie got the idea the menthol in the lozenge was working on Steve’s sinuses.

“Well, I think you’re doomed to sneeze more soon either way, big boy.” Eddie teased as he watched the other man’s expression fall again into that pre-sneeze desperation.

Still, Steve seemed to want to deny himself release. “D-D’noh idea… w-whhaahat you bead, Eds-” His breath was beginning to hitch dangerously now, coming closer and closer to its inevitable crescendo.

Eddie took Steve’s hands, “Don’t stifle, Steve… just sneeze. It’s okay.” He urged the other, getting the feeling it was far more than just a matter of Steve not wanting to spread germs. Like he was still embarrassed and shy.

“Oh, okaaehh-! AeISHHue! HeiiISHhuh! Ngh- Ugh… Oh fuck. Still tickles.” Steve admits, scrunching and wriggling his nose in all sorts of ways Eddie found altogether too damn endearing.

Eddie rolled his eyes and dropped down onto the couch with Steve. “Come here, sniffles.” And he can plainly see that has an effect on Steve from where he sits now. Steve’s breath catches, and there’s the slightest tent to the front of his Hawkins High Swim Team gray sweatpants. Whoever designed those pants for the swim team, Eddie could kiss them. “Oh, you like that?” He purred.

A shaky sort of breath left Steve, but Eddie wasn’t quite sure if it was from being teased or still needing to sneeze. Though Steve moved a bit closer, his eyes were watering a little now with the irritation that wouldn’t budge. “O-oh god, cobe o-ohhhih-!” Even with as desperate of a hitch as it sounded, Steve still faltered into sniffles and groaned.

The curly-haired man looked at Steve with an exceptionally soft pout, one of distinct sympathy. “You want some help with that? Seriously, that looks like torture.” He tilted his head when Steve sniffled, and his eyes widened at Eddie’s offer.

“I’b sorry, what’d you just ask, b’me?” Steve asked, like he wasn’t sure if he was hearing correctly. He was still rubbing his nose against the cuff of his hoodie; Eddie wasn’t sure if he was encouraging or fighting off the tickle anymore.

Eddie raised a brow at Steve in confusion, “Do you need help with that stuck sneeze? You’re starting to look more miserable than me peak allergy season, Stevie.” He teased, watching as the other continued staring at him like a deer in headlights until it clicked for Eddie, and he had his lightbulb moment. “Wait! Does that turn you on?” He asked, sounding utterly delighted to have figured out how to get Steve going to the point where he was nearly speechless.

Instantly, Steve was sputtering, and it caused a few coughs to escape him. “Oh by god, you cad’t just say thi’gs like that to b’me, Eds…” He complained, leaning back against the couch to tip his head back while rubbing at his nose some more. “Fuck… ugh, bay- maehh… hehih-!” And once again, Eddie watched him wind up, only for nothing to happen.

“Sooo…?” Eddie prompted and gave a vague wave of his hand as if gesturing Steve to continue.

It was truly remarkable how red Steve’s face could flush, Eddie thought as he watched the lighter brunette make the internal debate. “Fide. Jesus, we practically flirt all the tibe adyway.” He reached forward to snatch a tissue, twisting the corner into a point.

Eddie’s brows furrowed as he watched in utter confusion while Steve strangled the tissue. “Okay, I gotta ask… what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’b- ihhih… ugh, I’b baki’g sobethi’g for you to i’duce b’me.” He explained before handing the tissue, now twisted to a neatly pointed tip, over to Eddie. “Probably wod’t get bore thad ode use out of it because I’b all coldish, but iihh-! it should do the trick.”

After accepting the new tool, Eddie turned to face Steve more as he started to get the idea. “Ohh, I think I get it. Okay. Never actually thought to use a tissue like this, honestly.” He admits before smirking a little. This was Steve’s kink, and well… he wanted to perform for him a little. Make it fun for him.

He trails the very tip of the twisted-up tissue end over the tip of Steve’s red nose and watches as his nostrils flare in response to even just that. “Jesus, someone’s sensitive.” It was just a stray comment. Sometimes, Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but judging by how Steve’s hips suddenly squirmed, he really enjoyed it.

A grin split across Eddie’s face, and he suddenly moved to straddle Steve’s lap, “Think I need a better position for this, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly and winked at his boyfriend, who was now bright red as he looked up at him. Eddie eased down to sit more in Steve’s lap, which caused the other man to groan softly.

“Sure, E-Eddie…” Steve stuttered out, but this time, it clearly had nothing to do with his sensitive nostrils that Eddie was already getting back to teasing. “You cad go i-ihhh idside…”

That made the darker-haired man raise his brows in mild surprise, but he nodded, gently slipping the tip of the tissue into Steve’s nose. He gently twirled the tissue curiously, which had Steve instantly gasping beneath him, and Eddie’s dick twitched at just how powerful he felt for a brief moment.

The twirl seemed to do the trick because Steve’s nostrils flared out, and his eyes fluttered closed with another desperate, hitching breath. Eddie’s hand shot back with the tissue still clutched between his fingers, the twisted tip now all damp and limp despite its short adventure.

“Ihh… IXXTISHHUE!! HEIIISHUE! Uh… Hupt’IISHHuh… ugh oh by god…” Steve groaned out after the sneezes. The first two burst forth with a sudden intensity Eddie hadn’t been expecting at all. The lighter-haired brunette hastily grabbed a tissue to press to his face, cleaning himself up while a blush spread across his neck and cheeks. “Fuck that’s so e’barassi’g.” He whispered, but Eddie could feel Steve’s erection pressing firmly against him.

The ease with which Eddie could get Steve so hard he was pressing up against him like that even while he was under the weather was borderline intoxicating. It didn’t matter that Steve had snapped right forward to sneeze, the spray misting briefly against Eddie’s forearm and stomach.

“Bless you, hey… it’s alright. You’re sick; gotta get that gunk outta you. Maybe a shower with one of those disks would be a good idea, actually… clear out some of that congestion, huh?” He offered and grabbed Steve another tissue to replace the one he’d just about soaked through by now.

Little, congested snuffles were coming from Steve constantly as Eddie sat back in his lap to let him tend to his leaking nose. “Baybe…” Steve relented a little, still seeming shy, and wiped away the tears at the edges of his eyes from sneezing. His sinuses were so utterly full it was hard not to tear up with every sneeze. “What uh… what exactly do they eved do? Dever really tried theb before.”

At that, Eddie perked up and grinned at Steve before moving out of his lap. “Oh, you’re gonna love this- c’mon, sniffles. Let’s get you in the nice warm shower with one of those disks then.” He slid backward off of Steve’s lap carefully. He offered his hands to pull him up, ensuring Steve was steady on his feet before grabbing one of said shower disks and being led to the bathroom.

The bathroom was admittedly a little small for two people. Eddie wasn’t sure how Steve and his roommate managed it, but he went about getting the disk out of the packaging. Of course, the moment the menthol scent hit him, his eyes watered, and his nose prickled, making him pause to rub roughly at it with his hand.

A sudden hand on his arm made him pause, blinking over at Steve, who was looking at him with a concerned expression. “I cad oped it?” He offers softly, but Eddie takes a moment to look at him. Steve looks exhausted and sick, sure, but his pupils are wide and lust-blown. That hard-on from the couch is still half-present and painfully evident in those gray sweatpants, too.

“I got it, sweethhheart.” Eddie assures, wiggling the disk as his own breath tries to hitch, and he lets it for once. In fact, Eddie sniffs slightly, which only irritates his sensitive nose more, so his nostrils twitch and flare. “Told you… you’ll l-love.. thhhh… hEXZT’Shiew! Whew! Okay. You’ll love these.” And without another moment to waste, Eddie sets the little disk in the shower for Steve with a wink. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Finally, Eddie sees Steve’s unfiltered reaction to one of his sneezes, similar to in the library. It was as if the poor man had completely bluescreened briefly before rebooting. Pupils wide and lust blown as he stared at Eddie, who still rubbed his nose. “Uh… yeah, so just… shower like dorbal?” he asked with another soupy sniffle and began to pull off his shirt, already starting to shiver.

Suddenly, Eddie’s throat felt dry as Steve began undressing with him in the bathroom, and he nodded. “Yep. That’s the idea. It’ll dissolve, and the scent will help clear out your sinuses. Want me to go sit on the couch and wait?”

With his pants still on, Steve was reaching forward to crank the water as hot as it would go, still sniffling. “Uhm… ki’da… ki’da dizzy actually? Could you baybe like… keep close? Id case I deed you?” There was a quiet plea in Steve’s voice, the request coming out awkward and stunted like he wasn’t used to asking for help.

Something in it tugged on Eddie’s shriveled heart, and he looked up at Steve with a soft expression. “Yeah, Stevie. I can stay. I’ll turn around so you can strip and get in, deal? Deal.” He agreed, tucking himself into the corner by the sink to stare at the wall. There was a good deal of shuffling behind him before he heard the shower curtain and the spray of water finally being interrupted.

The menthol scent from the shower disk was already making Eddie’s nose twitch and tingle, so he closed the toilet seat lid, going to sit down on it. “Remember what I said earlier? We’re trying to get that gunk out of you, man. Trust me when I say I’m not gonna judge you or anything. Seriously, I’m sure you’ll get to see me peak allergy s-seeh-season, and you’ll get it.”

His idle chatter as Steve showered made the man give a quiet grunt. “You sure?” Steve’s voice was tired, nervous, and still congested, but it already sounded a little better than before.

“P-Positiihh-“ But just as Eddie had been about to respond, his breath hitched dangerously, and his hand flung up to cover his mouth and nose. “IXT’SHiew! Ugh, positive! Sorry, sensitive nose.” Eddie admitted with a little sniffle and scrunched his nose up to try and dispel that tingling sort of itch. It wasn’t like his usual allergic itch, just maddening enough to make his sinuses wonder what was in the air to react to. “Hit’SHZiew! Snf! Motherfucker. It’s supposed to make you sneeze, not me!”

A laugh escaped Steve, turning into some productive-sounding coughs that had Eddie grimacing in sympathy. “Give m’be a m’bidute, dod’t worry.” He assured, sniffling a little as the shower disk worked its magic while he went through his usual shower routine.

It was barely a minute later when the bathroom had gone oddly quiet. “Heh… Gonna- HEIKTshuh! HI’TShue! Eh… ET’SHHue! HN’kt!” The last one sounded strange, and Eddie blinked a few times, wondering what in the hell Steve had done to make it sound like that.

“You good, man?” Eddie checked in softly, almost tempted to peek over the shower curtain just to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out or anything.

A shaky breath left Steve, and Eddie saw one of his hands come up to grab the shower curtain rod for support. “Uh-huh… snff! Yeah, just-” Another little groan came from the lighter brunette, and Eddie felt worry fluttering in his ribcage like a frightened bird. “Dizzy… m’okay. Rad out of breath od that last sdeeze…”

Something like a little cough slipped out of Steve, and Eddie stood to put a hand on top of Steve’s that had a white knuckle grip on the shower curtain rod. “Maybe it’s time to rinse off and get out, yeah? I’ll get your towel and look away so you can hop out.” He encouraged, already moving, to grab the fluffy maroon towel and hold it open.

Only a few moments later, Steve sounded like he’d rinsed off, but then there was a soft catch of breath just above the spray before- “HeXT’SHHuh! EXT’SHHUE! Hihh… IXT’SHHuh IT’SHH! Oh by god…” If anything, Steve’s tone sounded exasperated, but the sneezes had sounded productive. “You were right. About the shower disk.” He groaned, and Eddie could hear the shower spray being disrupted again, making him smile a little before the water shut off.

“You’re kind of adorable when you’re sick, y’know that?” Eddie said as he shut his eyes, turning his face as he held out the towel for Steve. “I mean- you’re adorable in general, don’t get me wrong! But like… I dunno, man. I know you can take care of yourself, but I just wanna make sure you’re looked after.”

There was another brief pause, and the continued silence as he felt Steve press into the towel had Eddie’s anxiety spiking. He wrapped the towel around the other’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze there. As the silence dragged on, Eddie felt a need to fill it, “Sorry, is that weird? I don’t wanna like- infantilize you or anything. I just… I wanna drag you to bed, wrap you in blankets, get you whatever you need until you feel better, y’know?”

“Would you lay with me?” Steve asked suddenly, voice right in front of him, and it shocked Eddie so much that his eyes snapped open.

In front of him stood Steve. Hair dripping wet still, the towel now around his waist, and droplets of water running down his sinfully pretty chest. A more perverse part of Eddie had the intrusive thought of licking the water off him. Steve still had dark circles under his eyes, but those eyes were bright and pleading. “Of course I will, Stevie. We can get comfy and lay together as long as you want.”

Visibly, Steve’s shoulders relaxed, and he nodded with an almost pleading expression, pulling at his brows and lips. “Yes, please? That sounds- snf! fantastic.” He lifted a towel corner to dab at his sensitive, red nostrils with a bit of a wince. “Ugh, ow.”

With a little purse of his lips, Eddie made a sympathetic noise. “Nose all raw?” he asked, reaching out to open the bathroom door so Steve could lead the way to his bedroom. “I didn’t think to get any Vaseline; sorry, sweetheart.”

“S’okay. This always happens when I get si-ihh…. Ihih-!” Halfway down the short hallway, Steve paused with one hand on the wall as his breath began to hitch and his eyes fluttered. “Oh no come o-ohhhhh-!” Eddie watched as Steve’s hand hovered in front of his face, expression utterly helpless and slack before suddenly exploding. “IX’TSH! HiISHHue! Snf! Ugh- sorry.”

A little chuckle came from Eddie, who just shook his head, “I am the last one you have to go apologizing to for sneezing.” He assured Steve and put a hand on his lower back as he followed him.

It didn’t take long for Steve to be dressed in some boxers and a sweatshirt since he was cold after his shower. Without even thinking about it, Eddie began pulling off his shirt and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes. The sudden sensation of fingers against his back made Eddie jump a little, and his head whipped around to find Steve tracing the dice tattoos along his spine.

“Like what you see, Harrington?” Eddie asked in amusement as he finally kicked off his shoes to lie down beside Steve. He wiggled out of his dark pants, which got tossed to the floor as well, leaving him in boxers. Most of his upper half was covered in tattoos at this point.

Some kind of sleepy slight hum came out of Steve, slightly congested again but not enough to hamper his speech yet. “They’re pretty. Your tattoos. Did you do them yourself?” He asked curiously, and his hand now strayed curiously over the large moth just below Eddie’s sternum.

Eddie adjusted himself to get the blankets wrapped around them both, making sure Steve was tucked in properly before tossing the blankets over his legs. “Some smaller ones, yeah. Because I’m an idiot. Don’t tattoo yourself, Stevie. I mean it.” There’s amusement and a warning, but he leans to press his lips to Steve’s forehead again. Both checking his temperature and enjoying the simple intimacy. “Chrissy did a lot of them. Gareth, one or two, actually.”

This time, the hum from Steve was more distant, and when Eddie looked, he saw the other man was nearly asleep, tucked against him. “Get some rest, sleeping beauty. You need it. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Taking a deep, slow breath, Steve let out a long and decidedly sleepy sigh through his mouth. His nose was still a little too congested for such things. “Promise? You won’t leave?”

Something physically hurt inside Eddie to think once upon a time; Steve might’ve been in a similar spot, vulnerable and left completely alone when he didn’t want to be. “I’ll be here. I promise.” Eddie moved his hand to find one of Steve’s, interlocking their pinkies so he could squeeze the other man’s tight before bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. “I’m here, Steve.”

The reassurance was all he needed. Steve was out like a light, soft little congested snores sounding against Eddie’s shoulder as they cuddled beneath the blankets in the cozy queen-sized bed. And really… Eddie couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

#ed/die mu/nson #st/eve ha/rrington #st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #snzblr #snz #snzfic #bex's snz writing #snzfucker #tattoos and tissues #tw mess #tw inducing

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Javi is bad at shopping for presents, so Amelia offers to help.

And Here’s a Hand, My Trusty Friend

#I put way too much effort into this please show some love y’all #power rangers #javi/amelia #javi x amelia #javi garcia #amelia jones #dino fury power rangers #power ranger dino fury #dino fury #art #my art #skylandart #power rangers fanart #christmas kawaii #An exact one year from my very first Javelia art~#i also think this is THE PRETTIEST ive ever drawn these two #omg #*cri*#HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE

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Local Factions — The World Within Casper

For more on the Global Factions, click here.

The Casper Fey Council

The Casper Fey Council, often referred to as just "the Council," is a local fey council centered in the city of Casper but presiding over a large portion of northwestern Washington and southwestern British Columbia—a territory that includes the entirety of Redcliff Forest.

Fey councils—or courts, as some people still call them—are governing bodies whose primary function is to oversee and protect supernaturals living within their territory. They are referred to as fey councils because historically these councils were solely run by and concerned with the affairs of the fey. However, these days most fey councils are actually made up of and in charge of all types of supernatural beings (if a group still refers to itself as a fey court, it is more likely to be composed solely of fey and to claim territories on multiple planes of existence).

The Council's main tasks are to hold beings accountable to the laws of their faction and to maintain a masque (a web of lies which hides the existence of the supernatural). Many councils will also attempt to gain control of local human societies, but this is supposed to be limited to endeavors that aid all supernatural beings, not simply to increase an individual's power.

In general, fey councils are found in either major cities or areas near arcane fonts/planar gates. The Casper Fey Council is an example of the latter. Casper is the closest city to the Northern Tear, a gateway in Redcliff Forest that connects this plane of existence with several others. The presence of this gateway produces an arcane font that enhances power and magic across the Council's territory. The Council was founded by people seeking to secure and control access to this font, though its existence is also important since supernatural beings are naturally drawn to fonts like moths to a flame. This means that despite Casper's modest population size, there's an abnormally high number of supernatural beings living in and around the city.

The Casper Fey Council operates democratically. Any person who is aware of the supernatural can appeal to become a member of the council (or in rare cases they may be invited to join). Councillors are then nominated for positions of power by their peers. Elections are held once every five years. The leader of the Council is the Commissioner.

Fey councils are able to make their own laws, but they cannot overrule the laws of an individual's faction. They can claim authority over beings, but cannot enforce their own laws if faction laws override them. Sometimes councils have to contend with factionless beings who may or may not be willing to cooperate with them. For example, Harlow Mars, a local witch, refuses to align with any faction or acknowledge any authority.

Members of the Council:

Lester Morton – council commissioner, city mayor

Deirdre – second-in-command, patron of the arts

Milo – champion of the council and "Defender of the Gate"

Vigil

Vigil is a human-owned monster hunting agency employed by the Council (and masquerades as a private detective agency). Vigil's main purpose is to watch over the Council's territory, investigate strange occurrences, and collect information about supernatural beings. In addition, Vigil occasionally receives contracts from the Council. The nature of these contracts varies from requests to locate missing persons, eliminate threats, collect objects or materials, research a topic, etc.

The agency only employs teams of hunters with three or more members. It is also accepts nonhumans into its ranks (unlike most hunter agencies run by humans).

Agents:

Rebecca Giles – director of Vigil, founder and owner of the agency

Nasir Rashid – second-in command at Vigil, assistant to Giles

Ainsley Sirico, Lucía Reyes, Ciel Renault – hunting team

The Coven

A local coven of (mostly) human magicians. The coven is technically factionless—refusing to accept the authority and ideals of the Magi—but they aren't openly defiant of the Council. They refuse to acknowledge the Council's authority or admit that they adhere to its judgments and laws, but they aren't hostile and will work together in specific circumstances.

Members of the Coven:

Julija Blazevic – leader of the coven, "witch queen"

Caitriona and Aoife Flynn – twins, Julija's left and right hand women

Henry Wu – first apprentice to Julija

Rangers

Rangers are beings who take care of the forest and make sure that it and its residents are kept as safe as possible (which means actively repelling Slayers). Rangers lack formal structure or organization. They're mainly just individuals with similar interests who share information—a bit more like a network than a group. Rangers are often used as mediators between the monstrous denizens of the forest and the other local factions, though some rangers resent the Council for its attitude towards "monsters." Some rangers are associated with Vigil (being employed as hunters or occasionally collaborating with agents) while others refuse to work with Vigil (resenting them due to their strong association with the Council).

It's worth noting that only a few official Redcliff park rangers are included in this group. Most park rangers are unaware of the existence of the supernatural.

Some Rangers and their Associates:

Ainsley Sirico – freelance survivalist

Lucía Reyes – Redcliff park ranger

Milo – the Council's chosen "Defender of the Gate"

Rebecca Giles (former ranger)

Casper Police Department (The CPD)

The human group which is supposed to protect and serve the general population. With so much supernatural activity in and around town, the CPD often deals with things related to the paranormal. However, the members of the force aren't aware of magic, monsters, or any of these other local groups (beyond any cover stories they use). In general, the CPD believes that Casper has an abnormally high number of strange occurrences. Upper-level administrators often dismiss cases where dead ends are reached or no reasonable explanations can be found. Supernatural beings are good at covering their tracks and, fortunately, most humans are predisposed to make leaps in logic as they attempt to understand things they can't explain. Most. Some people remain deeply unsatisfied.

CPD Officials:

Galena Murray – captain

Chris Kane – sergeant

Adam/Eve Park* – detective

Viola Jarndyce* – detective

* = partners

The Redcliff Monsters

The Redcliff monsters are the monstrous denizens of Redcliff Forest and other areas surrounding Casper. Despite how people refer to them, they do not have a formal group or power structure. In fact, the name and group distinction are things that are forced upon these beings by others who lump the monstrous residents of the forest into one collective when discussing them.

Most of these monsters are factionless, members of the Natural Order, or Outsiders hiding among the boughs of the forest.

Notable Examples:

The Monarch of Fell Hollow – dragon

Nana – batsquatch

Sim and Filuro – an elf and a goblin (husbands)

The Witness – (unknown)

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A nameless, shadowy coalition who the monsters (see above) have pointed to as the true culprits behind a recent string of violent attacks. Not enough is known about the group to be sure that it even exists or if it is an invented scapegoat meant to cast suspicion away from the true threats.

Beings (Assumed to Be) Working with Them

McCoy – vampire, serial killer, at large

Lariat – (unknown), serial killer, at large

[Other Assailaints]

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so. here are about 2k words of miserable, sick!st/eve that i wrote last night. this was inspired by this post by @theygotaches and this post by @stormyweaver.

keep in mind that this is the grossest thing i've probably ever written, so if mess isn't your thing maybe don’t read this!

(this goes for all of my fics, but since this one is pretty descriptive, i want to reiterate that minors should NOT interact. thank you!)

For once, Steve is grateful that his parents are almost never home.

Most other people in his condition would likely have an opposite reaction, but when Steve is sick, being coddled is the last thing he wants. Especially when he’s this level of disgusting. The mere idea of anybody seeing him so stricken down by a head cold, barely able to move his head without setting off another wave of thick congestion and loud sneezes, makes him want to die of embarrassment.

Which is why he’s laying as still as possible on his living room couch, absently watching a movie he stole - borrowed - from work. His nose has been wet and dripping ever since he woke up, thin mucus tickling his sensitive sinuses and threatening to leak from his nostrils. He scrambles for the box of tissues on the coffee table, plucking one out and cupping it over his face in anticipation.

“Hehhh… Hh’TDSCHHh! Hp’TCHHew! Guh… *snrff!*”

He reaches for another tissue, blowing his nose with all the strength he can muster right now – which isn’t much. He briefly regrets not keeping a tally of how many times he’s sneezed since he woke up a couple hours ago. It has to be at least a hundred at this point. He’s sure of it.

By noon, Steve’s head is filled with so much cold that his nose is basically nonfunctional – he can’t smell, can’t breathe, can’t even blow his nose due to the heavy congestion that’s completely blocked his nasal passages. He settles for knuckling at his damp nostrils every few minutes, a half-hearted attempt at easing some of the swelling in his sinuses.

The phone in the hallway rings. He’s half-asleep, convinced the sound is part of some weird fever dream until it stops, then starts again. He groans loudly, kicking the blanket off his legs.

“I’b cobig, I’b cobig. *snrk!*”

He sits up slowly – a fruitless endeavor, as his head is already swimming feverishly the second it leaves his pillow. He shuffles into the hall, massaging his leaky nose with a wad of tissues he grabs on his way there, and manages to pick up the phone just before it stops ringing again.

“Harrig’tod residedce.”

“Steve?”

It’s Robin. He’s amazed at how perky her voice sounds in comparison to his, sluggish and hoarse due to an increasingly sore throat. He sniffles thickly, noting that his nose is a bit less clogged now that he’s standing upright.

“How bady other Harrig’tod’s do you kdow?”

“The Steve Harrington I know doesn’t sound like he’s just been hit by a truck, smartass.”

He supposes that’s fair. He sets the phone down just in time to catch a few deep, wet coughs in the crook of his elbow, caught off guard by their ragged intensity. He quickly tries to catch his breath, running a hand underneath his nose with a stuffy sniffle.

“Did you call just to idsult be, or do you actually deed sobethig?”

“I was calling to see why you aren’t at work, but I think it’s pretty obvious.”

Oh, shit. Today’s Sunday – not Monday – which means his shift at Family VIdeo started a few minutes ago.

“Fuck, Robid. *snnrf!* I’b so sorry.”

“Don’t be, dude. You sound really out of it.”

That’s an understatement, he thinks. He’d probably never admit it out loud, even to Robin, but he’s absolutely miserable.

“Do you need anything? I can swing by on my break –”

“Doe, doe, I’b fide,” he insists automatically, feeling an all-too-familiar tickle return to his lower sinuses. He sniffles, knuckling his right nostril desperately. “Just do be a favor ad tell Keith that I - hehh… Hah’ESCHHh! Hh’TSCHHHhh! Ugh, excuse be. *snxxxt!*”

“Bless you,” Robin says, an air of nonchalance to her voice. She doesn’t seem to mind how wet and disgusting his sneezes sound; if she does notice, he’s grateful that she doesn’t say anything.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just tell Keith your grandma died or something.”

He chuckles. “Thangks, Rob. *snurf!* … *snuurfgg!* … Sorry, give be a bidute.”

He sets the phone down before Robin can even respond. It’s evident that the sneezes mixed with being on his feet for the first time all day have dislodged something in his sinuses – something that’s already begun leaking onto his upper lip. He brings his tissues to his nose and blows hesitantly, finding himself so suddenly desperate to expel whatever he can from his aching nostrils that he folds the tissues over and musters up enough strength to blow harder, long and gurgling and ending with a punctuated wet honk that makes him wince.

“Sorry about that,” he says again once he’s picked up the phone. He knows he shouldn’t be so disappointed when the familiar feeling of congestion refills his nose, but he definitely is. Blowing his nose so harshly also seems to have made his sinuses swell up even more. He groans inwardly. So much for that.

“Geez, Harrington, were you trying to blow your brains out or something?”

“Accordig to you, I dever had braids to begid with.”

“That’s true.” He can hear the smile in her voice. “Now go eat something. I have a strong feeling you’ve just been laying on the couch all day feeling sorry for yourself.”

Steve rolls his eyes, despite the fact that she can’t see him doing so and despite the fact that they both know she's right. They say their goodbyes, and he scrambles to hang up just before unleashing a few more harsh sneezes that catch him by surprise, spraying the air in front of him with a thick cloud of mucus.

“Heh’SCHHHhh! Heh’SCHHiew! Hehhh… Hh’TSCHHH! Guh…”

He scrubs at his nose with the heel of one hand, the wad of tissues in the other far too damp to be used again. His nose is completely full again, a painful heaviness that stubbornly returns to the center of his face. Eating seems damn near impossible, but maybe the steam from some soup will loosen him up.

Maybe.

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Steve wakes up in his bed a few hours later, and he knows he’s out of it because it takes a few seconds for him to recall how, exactly, he got there in the first place. After a poor attempt at bending over a bowl of soup without having to wipe his running nose every thirty seconds, he gave up after a few bites and trudged up the stairs, missing the comfort of his own bed.

If Robin were here, she’d be disappointed at the fact that he hadn’t finished his food. He feels a twinge in his chest. Maybe she was right earlier - maybe he really doesn’t know how to take care of himself.

He resolves to pull himself out of bed, a bit wobbly on his feet.

“Okay, Harrig’tod. *snrrrf!* Tibe to get up.”

He doesn’t remember much from his childhood, but he does have a distinct memory of his mother instructing him to inhale steam from a pot of water on the stove when he developed a sinus infection one summer. He even copies his mother’s movements as they come to him now, grabbing the largest pot he can find in his kitchen and filling it up until it almost becomes too heavy to carry.

In hindsight, telling a kid to stand over a boiling pot of water probably wasn’t the safest thing to do, but he remembers it working pretty well.

He doesn’t want to take his temperature, but there’s nothing better to do while he waits for the water to heat up. After an agonizing few minutes of struggling to breathe around his clogged nose, he pulls the thermometer from his chapped lips and squints at the mercury level. 100 on the dot. He feels like it should definitely be higher.

“Hh’USHHHeww! Oh, fuck... *snrffgg!* … Hh’PTCHHiew! H’ehTSCHHH!”

Sneezing only serves to refill his nose with the terrible, thick gunk that makes his sinuses feel like heavy, wet cement. Luckily, steam has just begun to rise from the pot of bubbling water; he grabs the blanket he brought down from his bedroom and tents it over his face, rushing to stand in front of the stove.

“Hurry up already…” he says gruffly, although at this point it’s only been about twenty seconds of inhaling steam through an impossibly blocked nose. He likes to think that anyone in this position - suffocated by a thick wall of steam and their own snot - would feel just as impatient as he does.

He notices a difference in his chest first; the rattling congestion that he hadn't even realized was there tapers off a bit after a couple minutes of ragged breathing. He coughs tentatively, ignoring the persistent ache in his chest in favor of the lack of mucus in his throat. Baby steps.

His nose is a different story. While the steam has aided in soothing his sore, irritated nostrils and dry, chapped lips, that stubborn thickness still remains lodged in his swollen sinuses. He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and massaging in small, slow circles over the areas that feel the most plugged up. He takes another deep breath through his nose, steam tickling the edges of his pink, sensitive nostrils. Oh, no.

“Hhhh… Ehhh…” Steve turns away from the pot of water at the last possible second, succumbing to the tickly wet mucus that has begun trailing down both sides of his nose. “Heh’TDSHHH! Hh… Hh’PTSCHHHH!”

The second sneeze sends a stream of watery congestion flying out of of his nose, two strands of clear mucus hanging from each nostril and across his upper lip. He barely has time to try to wipe his face before another series of violent sneezes wracks through his body. “Hah’TCHHHhh! He’SHHHHOO! Hh’SCHHHEW!”

A much longer string of snot bursts free from his sinuses this time, thick and dangling all the way down to his chin. Steve pinches his nose instinctively, rubbing his nostrils with a series of wet squelching sounds before wincing at the mess on his fingers.

“Fuuuuck me… *snxxxggt!*”

He finds the closest thing he can use in lieu of a tissue - a kitchen towel - and quickly cleans himself up. His nose is definitely clearer than it was when he woke up this morning, but his nostrils are still sore and tender, upper lip already rubbed raw even though he’s only been sick for less than a day. He shuts the stove off and breathes in the remaining steam, his sinuses making small gurgling sounds as he inhales.

He finds a fresh box of tissues in the downstairs bathroom, ripping it open with urgency and blowing his nose. He doesn’t have to blow very hard for the sticky congestion to come bubbling out of his nose, quickly soaking through to his fingers. He grabs a thicker wad and blows two or three more times, not fully satisfied until his nose feels completely clear. He washes his hands with a grimace, wondering if there’s any real point to it – he’s probably already infected every inch of space in this house with his germs.

He tucks the tissue box under his arm, suddenly exhausted and desperate to fall back asleep while he can properly breathe through his nose. However, he only manages to make it a few steps up the stairs when the hall phone starts ringing again. He practically has to force himself back down to answer it, but he knows Robin would probably come over and tear his front door of its hinges if he didn’t.

“Dod’t worry, Buckley. I’b dot dead yet.”

“Oh, um. It’s actually me.”

Steve’s breath hitches, eyes widening in realization. “Eddie?”

“The little birdie told me you were sick. It’s not that I don’t believe her, but I guess my curiosity - and my grave concern - got the best of me.” Eddie’s voice is light and playful. It would make Steve smile if he weren’t so out of it.

As if it wasn’t already evident by Steve’s voice, Eddie very politely asks, “So, how are you feeling, Harrington?”

He tries to ignore it, but the swollen feeling in his sinuses is slowly being overtaken by a fresh wave of mucus, filling up his nose so quickly that he knows it would be impossible to try and do anything about it. He thought he’d have a little more time before he became so stuffed up again, but he’s already back at square one. He wants to cry, or scream, or slam his head into a wall to distract from the painful, bulging feeling in his face.

Maybe it’s that - or maybe it’s the fact that he's finally fed up with lying about how he truly feels - but Steve doesn’t even try to hide the sickly defeat in his voice when practically whimpers, “Like absolute shit. *snrrff!*”

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