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eywathemother · 1 year

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Fish Lips Part 5

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 2,170

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

Did I tell yall I love ya??????? Nicest ppl ever, I just wanna hug ya n squeeeeze yaa. Okay funny story, my cat King Cinnamon is an insane orange cat, and I was watching Avatar again (It's literally on replay every time I write these fics) and he would only attack the screen when Jake was on the tv. I made him stop ofc, but it was hilarious, HE WOULD HUG THE TV AND TRY TO BITE JAKES FACE LMFAOOA. I don't think he likes Jake much (He is an avid tv watcher btw.)

I deleted this chapter like six times cuz I hated it, I still do but I'm tired of redoing it so I hope you all like it. Ik I said slow burn and it seems like I'm rushing but dw this story still has a long way to go.

It had become a routine of yours and Aonung's to sit on 'his' rock at night, normally just a silent moment between you both. Almost every night you would swim to the rock, and he'd be right next to you ten minutes later. Sometimes he would speak, other times you would, but normally it was just enjoying each other's company.

It has been four months, but you still weren't on the best of terms in your opinion. He'd still let out an insult here and there and you'd jab right back. You took notice of the drastic difference in his behavior towards you, especially lined up next to your siblings.

You didn't understand what was so special about you, you were practically a carbon copy of your brothers, especially Lo'ak who Aonung seemed to dislike the most. Well, technically both of you acted like your father when he was younger, according to your mother.

Rash, irresponsible, and shoot first, ask questions later. Of course, you'd just roll your eyes at that, you couldn't imagine your father getting into stupid fights and arguments. Which was in fact what you were doing in this exact moment with Lo'ak.

" You broke my necklace, you bitch." You yelled, the last part in English, and Lo'ak glowered at you, Tsireya cocked her head at you in confusion.

You stuck out your broken necklace, the beads missing and some handpicked rocks you got from home. His ears went back." Wasn't me!" He snarled, ears going back and smirk from his face falling." You were the only one in the Marui before it was broken." You pointed at his chest; he smacked your hand away.

" It wasn't me, stop always blaming me!" He yelled and you rolled your eyes." Oh yeah then-"

" Knock it off!" Kiri yelled at you two, glaring as well as she could as Tuk braided her hair. You both glared at each other." Mother fucker." You hissed in his ear quietly, and he side eyed you.

" Dickhead."

" Twat face."

You both covered your mouths and giggled to yourself at the childish insults, completely forgetting the argument you were just in." You guys should teach me English! I wanna know what you're saying!" Tsireya stated and you both looked at each other.

" Lo'ak can teach you." You smiled at her patting his back. Aonung, Rotxo, and Neteyam swam over. They were teaching Neteyam how to hunt under the water so that they could take him on hunts.

" What's up." Rotxo waved his hand in greeting, and You all waved back. " I'm trying to convince them to teach me English." Tsireya announced and Neteyam looked at you and you shrugged in response.

" I already caught on to one." Tsireya spoke proudly and you raised a brow." Oh yeah?"

" Yeah, 'bitch'." She repeated your words and you and Lo'ak cringed as Neteyam whipped his head at you two." That's...not really a good thing to say." Lo'ak explained and you snickered quietly to yourself.

"Oh, apologies." She went a bit lower in the water in embarrassment." What does it mean?" Rotxo asked and Aonung eyed you as you giggled with Lo'ak, he had been watching you a lot more, but you pretended not to notice. Neteyam rolled his eyes." It's an insult usually towards girls."

Neteyam glared at you, and you shrugged, you really didn't know she was going to catch on and take interest in your small talks in English with Lo'ak. It normally wasn't even a full conversation; it was more throwing insults and giggling about it afterwards. it was a little game you guys did, having childish humor like the two of you have it was just between you guys.

" Why are you insulting Lo'ak with a female insult?" Tsireya questioned and everyone turned to you." Because he's a big baby girl." You teased taking a braid in his hair and twirling it to piss him off.

He smacked your hand away as you snickered at his annoyance." Anyways, what do you wanna do today?" He asked and everyone looked at each other. " I'm gonna go fix the necklace you broke." You exclaimed huffing at Lo'ak who rolled his eyes." That's what you get for calling me a female insult." You saw a smirk on his face, and you rolled your eyes back at him.

" Seeya." You waved at them, and everyone said goodbye, except for Aonung he just gave a small wave. When you got out of the waters Kiri called you over.

"Yeah?" Kiri nudged her head towards the water where everyone else was." You have an admirer." She teased as Tuk moved her head back into place." Stop moovingg." Tuk whined, you turned your head a bit to catch Aonung flick his eyes back to your big brother. You shook your head." Nah."

" Yes so. He's been staring at you the entire time." You rolled your eyes and waved a hand at her." Okay, whatever you say." She shook her head and went back to her conversation with Tuk as you walked towards your Marui.

When you got back to your families pod your mother was there with Ronal. They stopped and turned to look at you as you awkwardly stood at the entrance." Oh, sorry." You gave a half smile and Ronal's face flickered to the necklace in your hand.

" My, you're quite the crafty one." She put her hands out, gesturing for you to place the necklace in her hands. You did so hesitantly." It was almost finished but it got broken." You explained rubbing the back of your neck.

She ran her hands along the rocks and beads, after an awkward silence she looked up at you." Would you like to help me craft sometime?" She asked, going back to looking at the necklace." Me? Sure!" You grinned at her, and she nodded.

" It's gorgeous dear." She complimented and your ears darkened. You bowed your head a bit in thanks." Thank you." You breathed and smiled, Neytiri handed you a basket as you began to turn and leave.

" Please grab some more fruits for dinner on your way back." She ran her hand over your hair affectionately and you leaned into her touch before she pulled away patting your shoulder.

You gave her a smile before you left to the woods behind the branches of woods that made up the Metkayina village. As you walked slowly through the batch of woods you heard the sound of footsteps behind you.

You turned around, Aonung staring at you with his unbothered stare that he has been giving you all week. You both just stared at each other awkwardly until you cleared your throat to speak." Are you following me?" You smirked and he looked away for a moment before meetings your eyes." No." He responded, surprisingly no smug or rude comment.

You squinted your eyes at him." You've been acting weird." You waited for a response, but he just started walking past you." I'll show you where the best place is to pick fruits if you zip your lip." He smirked at your face; annoyance plastered on it.

You raised an eyebrow at him." Fine then looks like you won't be sharing this amazing fruit picking location because my lips aren't gonna seal for you." You walked past him and continued straight. You didn't hear anything as you continued to walk forward, so you thought he was gone.

" Man, that boy." You mumbled, flicking a branch in front of you." What about me?" His voice rang out and you let out a quick scream. " Jesus Christ, man!!" You held your hand to your racing heart, he let a loud laugh." Who is Jesus Christ?" He asked and you scoffed." Some famous guy from Earth."

" That's a weird thing to yell out after being scared, do I look like Jesus or something?" He asked, his face looked serious, but his eyes were glistening with mirth. It was your turn to laugh." Not even close!" You bent over the basket you were holding your ears and cheeks a dark purple.

When you got done laughing you looked up at him, he was watching your face the whole time. A peaceful silence broke out as you stared at each other as you gained your composure." I still don't like you; you know." He spoke matter of fact, and you rolled your eyes.

" We were having a moment." You turned forward and began your walk again, which this time you noticed his presence." Why did you follow me out here?" Your question booming through the quiet forest. He didn't respond until you turned around to give him a quizzical look.

" I just wanted a walk, is it a crime that I accidentally ran into you." He shrugged and you squinted your eyes at him." In the same spot as me?" You quirked a brow at him, he folded his arms across his chest." It's a pathway bound to be walked on." He argued and he pointed forward.

" Plus, your headed to a beautiful spot where I like to sit." He took a step towards you with a smirk." Wanna join me?" He quizzed but you didn't by it. How come every time your alone and he shows up he claims you're on his spot or area.

After a few beats if silence, his smirk slowly turning to an annoyed pout." Fine don't, you're missing out though, on a great view." He was really trying to convince you to come without actually saying it.

" Oh please, I am the greatest view." You joked and his eyes roamed you up and down before he shrugged and spun on his feet." Hey what was that for?" You hissed at him, and you tugged his arm as you followed him through the trees.

" Aonung?" You looked up at the boy who was giving you a mischievous look. " Look." He poked your cheek directing your face forward as he moved a large leaf out of the front of you. " Woah." You breathed; a waterfall was in front of you with a lake surrounding it.

" See told you." He walked towards a rock and sits on it; you follow close behind looking at all of the plants surrounding the water." Do you have these in the forest?" He asked and you shrugged." Waterfalls and lakes yeah but some of the plants are different."

You admired a flower that was near Aonung's leg, and he looked down." How'd you find this place?" You asked, he placed his feet in the water." Well, it wasn't hard to find I just used my eyes." You scoffed, you moved onto a different rock, placing your mother's basket next to you.

You dipped one foot into the water, moving your feet in the warm water. You could feel his eyes on your and you turned your head his way." You've been staring at me." You spoke, and he turned his head fully towards you.

" I haven't." He scoffed in denial, and you rolled your eyes, smirking at him. " Well thanks for showing me your lovely place, I still don't like and I need to go get fruit for my mother." You stood up and he got up as well." I'll show you the fruit spot."

You unconsciously smiled at him which made him give you a quizzical look." What?" He asked and you wiped the smile from your face." What, I wasn't' smiling."

He rolled his eyes and gestured for you to follow, you picked up your pace and fell beside him as he walked you towards this fruit pocket of a sort. It was a peaceful silence that followed your walk towards the fruit but the whole time you were wondering as to why he was being so nice to you today.

" That necklace you had in your hand in the waters with Lo'ak," He broke the silence, but pausing to make sure you were listening." Who is it for?" You shrugged at his unusual question." It was more for a reminder of home, but since it lost some of it's pieces I don't think I'll finish it." You stated, smiling at the thought of Ronal's compliment of it." Why do you ask?"

" No reason." When you reached the area Aonung helped you pick some but reminded you he was doing himself a favor and not there to help you. When you got done picking you headed back with him, it was almost late afternoon, so you had to hurry it up.

" I still don't like you, forest girl." He reminded you once you reached the point where you went your separate ways." Yeah yeah, don't think I like you either fish boy." He shook his head and walked away. Today was definitely an odd day, but peaceful nonetheless, you felt like you were finally starting to fit in.

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bedbellyandbeyond · 6 months

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Check In On Your Friends

(Story Post)

“Hej mine kære venner! Jeg kommer med gaver!”

Theo was lounging in bed when he heard the elf raucously burst into his apartment. He was tired, hungry, irritated, and now bigger than he could’ve imagined. The last thing he needed was noise, but he was a bit surprised to hear Korsy was back from his trip.

“What?” Theo groaned, turning over to try and sit up. His stomach stuck out like a torpedo now and sat between his legs, webbed with stretch marks and red from minor rashes.

Henderson let the elf into the room and Korsy beamed, carrying a shopping bag with him. “I said ‘Hello, my dear friends! I come bearing gifts!’”

“Ah…” Theo yawned and waved Henderson over. “Do I have any snacks left?”

Henderson was already prepared and brought him a plate of crackers and fruit. “I just got some groceries today.”

Theo received the plate delightedly while Henderson sat down beside him. “Merci… Ugh, what would I do without you…”

“Shit, dude. Can you even get up with that much baby?” Korsy commented, unable to fathom his friend’s shape.

“Not really…” Theo shrugged. “I’m officially on bed rest.”

“No kidding.” Korsy put his hands on his hips in bewilderment. “Shouldn’t you be on, like, hospital bed rest?”

Theo sighed. “That’s what the doctor’s office said, but now both my usual doctors are away for whatever reason, and there’s just this one doctor there now, who I’ve heard is a whack job, so I would rather stay home. Non, merci.”

“Ah, Dr Gardi’s not bad. But I see your point.” Korsy lifted his bag. “Anyway, souvenirs for you.”

“No way it’s been two months…” Theo said, checking his side table alarm clock for the date.

“No, we had to come back a little early, but I’m leaving again tomorrow morning,” Korsy said as he started rummaging through his bag. “Anyway, I can’t give you all the details, but I did go ‘home’ and I ‘borrowed’ a few things. Catch.”

Henderson jumped a little when a metal object was tossed to him. He caught it and realised it was a gold bracelet of some kind. “What’s this?”

“Sun elf bangle. Drow probably stole it. So, eh. Yours now.”

Henderson was shocked at first as the moment he slipped the bangle on, it adjusted to the size of his wrist. Worried it might be stuck, he pulled at it, but lit up seeing it resize again and slip off easily. “…Whoa. That’s incredible. Theo, look! It fits me so well!”

“It does,” Theo complimented. “It suits you.”

Henderson beamed. “Thanks, Korsy.”

“Don’t mention it. My uncle’s wife doesn’t need it anyway.” Korsy pulled something else from his bag, but this time handed it nicely to Theo. “For you.”

Korsy had handed him a little figure of an elven soldier carved in walnut with silver details. It carried a bow and looked noble. “That’s sweet, Korsy! Wow,” Theo said, admiring the figure. “Thanks.”

“Also, here.” Korsy handed them each something bundled in paper. “My aunt made these traditional elven buns.”

Theo put the figure down quickly so he could take the buns. “Oh, I can smell it already! I love fresh bread.”

“So, she’s you ‘aunt’ now?” Henderson questioned. “After calling her your uncle’s wife…”

“Different women, same uncle.” Korsy shrugged. “Divorce is weird… Karla’s still my aunt though, even if not by marriage.”

“So, why’d you have to come home early?” Theo asked before biting into his bun.

“That’s classified…” Korsy leaned against the bedroom door and sighed. “You guys should really consider some APID jobs. It’d be so much easier to talk to you about this kind of stuff if you have clearance.”

“Working on it,” Henderson said, and Theo nodded but he couldn’t speak through mouthfuls of bread. “Since you’re back briefly, have you checked in on your little…situationship?”

“It’s not a situationship. We’re just friends,” Korsy said. “And no, I don’t think I should bother him right now. I don’t have a lot of time anyway.”

“You made time for us,” Theo pointed out. “I thought you cared about this guy.”

“I don’t! I mean, I do, like friends,” Korsy tried to answer. “It’s just too complicated. He knows I’m away for two months, so he won’t be missing anything.”

Theo and Henderson both exchanged looks and frowned.

“You have feelings for him,” Henderson said.

Theo nodded along. “You like him.”

Korsy shook his head quickly. “Don’t make this something it’s not. I don’t like him like that. And I know he doesn’t see me that way.”

“Mmhm.” Henderson gave his gift bun to Theo and got up. “Korsy, are you looking for a romantic relationship?”

“No, I don’t do relationships,” Korsy said confidently.

“Why not? Are you aromantic?” Henderson asked.

“Ooh!” Theo got excited. “I’ve never known anyone aromantic before.”

“Guys, I’m not aromantic!” Korsy said. “I just don’t have time for that right now. My job is too important, and it doesn’t have room for settling down and having kids.”

“Aw, you want kids?” Theo cooed.

“That’s not what I’m saying!”

“You’re the one who brought it up,” Henderson pointed out.

“Wait, is this the same guy you had a pregnancy scare with?” Theo asked. “Oh, so that whole thing has you worried about your future and fatherhood and stuff. Je comprends.”

“You don’t comprends shit,” Korsy said.

Theo furrowed his brow and motioned to his heavily pregnant belly. “Je comprends.”

Henderson chuckled and wrapped his arms around Theo’s torso to rub his belly. He continued with Korsy’s dilemma. “Anyway, you say your job doesn’t have room for that, but I feel like you’re giving it too much credit. Does APID not provide time regular time off?”

Korsy sighed. “It does, but—”

“Does it not provide vacation time?” Henderson continued.

“Yes. Obviously.”

“Do you use your vacation time?”

“Um…” Korsy shrugged. “Here and there.”

Theo jumped in. “Does APID provide paternity leave and partner benefits?”

“Yes. It’s the government,” Korsy said. He motioned to them. “We have the same benefits. But I’m away all the time for months, and I am often putting myself in harms way. I don’t need to subject a partner to that.”

“You know there are people who are comfortable with that, right?” Henderson reminded. “You know, military spouses and such.”

“That’s their choice, but it’s not what I would want for a partner,” Korsy said. “I’m not ready to put that on someone.”

“But it sounds like you do want that at some point,” Theo said. “If not now.”

“It’s not something I can want, okay?” Korsy was starting to get worked up. “Can we move on from this? Please, I just wanted to drop off gifts and hang out a little bit.”

Theo sighed. “Okay. Do you want to play some games or something? I just got Baldur’s Gate 3.”

Korsy frowned. “The D&D video game?”

“Yeah. You wanna make a character or something?”

Korsy rolled his eyes. “And be what, a drow elf rogue?”

Henderson shrugged. “You don’t have to be.”

Korsy opened his arms. “You know how I feel about D&D.”

“Ah, right, sorry…” Theo tilted his head. “So… You wanna play Tears of the Kingdom or Mortal Kombat or someth—”

Korsy crossed his arms. “No, let’s play Baldur’s Gate I guess.”

Theo grinned. “Really? You won't be offended?”

Korsy shrugged and found himself a seat on the edge of the bed. “Well, I have to try it out to see how bad the representation is, don't I? And, is that a PS5? I haven't tried one yet.”

“Oh, you definitely have to try it,” Henderson encouraged.

“Yeah, here.” Theo tapped his side table. “My controllers are in the drawer.”

Korsy retrieved a controller. “Alright, nice. So, are drow good or bad?”

“Eh, it depends.”

“Hm. Alright, so how do I make a drow rogue?”

“We said you don't have to be a drow rogue...”

“I want to.”

“D’accord, d’accord…”

[Disclaimer: This author does not know Danish. If you do and this is bad, lemme know! I'd love to fix it. I do know French, but if somehow that's fucked too, lemme know.]

#lore #Korsy #Theo #Henderson #mpreg #tmpreg #mpreg belly

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 13 days

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Revelations at a Slumber Party

Summary: Nancy goes over to Steve’s house and inadvertently joins them on their regularly scheduled slumber party, where Steve reveals his biggest secret to both Nancy and Robin. What, pray tell, is the secret? Read to find out.

Nancy sighed as she pulled up to Steve’s house. She tried not to think about her breakup with Jonathan. It was the easiest breakup in the world. Should it have been that easy, and should they have been that relieved? Shouldn't she feel something other than relief? Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe she should be glad that it ended the way it did and that Jonathan had someone else. Nancy couldn't help but smile as she thought about the way Jonathan looked at Argyle. Even on their best days, Jonathan never looked at her like that.

Nancy got out of the car and stared at the sun sinking down behind Steve’s house for a moment. Maybe she should have given it another day, but then something else could have happened. . .Vecna could rise from the dead and come after them all. Why wait for something you really want when you could be dead and leaving everything left unsaid? Nancy walked towards the door, squaring her shoulders. When she got closer, she noticed that the door was open. Nancy reached into her purse and pulled out her pistol. She closed and locked the door behind her as quietly as she could. She didn't call out. That would be stupid. She scanned the living room. Empty. She went into the kitchen and then the downstairs bathrooms before moving upstairs. The first two rooms were empty, as well as the upstairs bathroom. That's when she heard it. Steve’s scream. She ran towards his room and burst in, holding out her gun. Steve screamed again and, for some reason, covered up his exposed chest. Meanwhile, Robin froze behind him. She was kneeling behind him on the bed, hands on his back, and she was wearing only her pants and bra.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Nancy," Steve said dryly. "And with the same gun?"

"Yeah, if you keep pointing that gun at him like that, he's going to develop a kink," Robin said.

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed, dropping his hands.

"I thought you were platonic with a capital P," Nancy said as she put her gun back in her purse.

"What? Oh, yeah, I see how this might look strange to you," Robin said. "I was rubbing ointment on his road rashes as well as his bat bites, and I didn't want to get any on my shirt."

"So, you're really just friends?" Nancy asked.

"My boobs are platonic to him as his dick is platonic to me. As are our souls," Robin said and then frowned. "Are our. . .why do those asshole words have to sound so similar? Anyway. . .also, I'm a huge lesbian."

"Oh, thank God!" Nancy exclaimed and then blushed. "I mean, thank you for telling me."

"Isn't it cute how jealous of me she was?" Robin asked, smirking.

"Totally," Steve said as he smirked as well.

"Shut up," Nancy said with a smile. "Don't you know not to tease a woman who has a gun?"

"I clearly don't," Steve grinned.

Robin moved off the bed and went to wash her hands. Steve reached for his shirt and struggled to put it on. Nancy smiled and helped him put it on. Robin came back wearing pajamas and pushed Steve gently back against the pillows before climbing into bed next to him.

"We're having a slumber party. You missed the junk food part of the evening. Now, we're going to curl up in bed and talk about girls," Robin said.

"You two talk about everything, huh?" Nancy asked.

"Well, join us and find out. Although, you have to promise not to get handsy with Steve," Robin said.

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed.

"Can't make any promises that I can't keep," Nancy smiled.

"What about - ?" Steve asked hopefully.

"Oh, I broke up with him. Well, it was mutual, actually," Nancy said and sat down next to him. "He has his eye on someone else, and I have my eye on someone else."

"Is the someone Jonathan has his eye on who I think it is?" Robin asked.

"What do you know?" Nancy asked.

"What do you know?" Robin repeated.

"I asked first," Nancy said.

"And I asked second," Robin said.

"How do you know?" She asked.

"It was about as obvious as Steve is when he looks at you," she replied, and Nancy laughed.

"Hmm, he was very obvious," she said and looked down at him.

Nancy was leaning against the headboard while Steve was slumped against the pillows, so he was looking up at her. She cupped his cheek and leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. She pulled back and he smiled sweetly at her.

"Hi," Steve said breathlessly.

"Hi," Nancy said. "Is my favorite shirt still in the drawer?"

"Yeah," Steve said.

Nancy shuffled over to the dresser and grabbed the blue t-shirt before heading to the bathroom.

"Oh, Steve, you're done for. She's finished you. There's no going back," Robin said.

"Fuck off, Robin," Steve said.

Nancy laughed as she came out of the bathroom. She crawled in next to Steve and let him lean his head on her stomach.

"So, how do you guys start this off?" Nancy asked as she ran her hand through his hair.

"Well, I usually start off with talking about Vickie for an hour," Robin said. "And then we talk about Steve’s lack of a sex life."

"Yours is more lacking than I am. At least I'm not a virgin," Steve replied.

"And then I ask him once again how he lost it," Robin said.

"Yeah, he never told me about that either," Nancy said.

"Come on, fess up, Steve, who was the girl?" Robin asked.

Steve stared at Robin before sighing heavily as he played with the blankets.

"I mean, I guess I should be honest here," Steve said. "I'm not going to tell you who it is. I can tell you that it wasn't a girl."

"Are you telling us you slept with a boy?" Robin asked and paused. "Oh my God, you slept with a boy."

"Sorry, I never told you," Steve said, looking sheepish.

"I mean, you don't have to apologize for that. You needed to be ready to tell us, and I get why you wouldn't be. Can I ask why you didn't? Is that why? You weren't ready?" Robin asked.

Nancy continued to stroke his hair as they waited for an answer. She already guessed who it was that he had slept with. It suddenly made sense why Tommy had seemed to hate her now that she thought about it. He had been jealous.

"I never thought - I didn't think - not until, you know - ," Steve said nervously.

"It's okay, you don't have to say, babe," Robin said.

Nancy couldn't stop the question that spilled out of her mouth once she connected the dots.

"Was I the first woman you've ever been with?" Nancy blurted out.

Robin couldn't stop the gasp that slipped out as she gaped at Steve.

"Yeah," Steve said.

"What about all those women you said you had been with?" Nancy asked.

"Rumors that Tommy spread so no would think I was gay," Steve said. "They weren't even real women. Just made up names."

"So, you like women now?" Nancy asked.

"And men, still. When I realized that I also like women T - someone told me that it wasn't a thing and I was just confusing myself," Steve said. "I thought there was something wrong with me for the longest time."

"Oh, Steve," Robin and Nancy said.

Robin sobbed and wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with you," Robin said. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Steve sniffled.

Oh my God, Nancy thought, the first time they had sex. . .it made sense why Steve had been so excited, so eager but he had also been willing to wait. He realized he was attracted to women, and she had called him bullshit. She had told him that it was their fault that Barb had died. It didn't matter that she had been drunk. She had still hurt Steve. They had both been hurt, and instead of it bringing them closer, their trauma had pulled them apart. While Barb had been her best friend, she knew that Steve felt his own guilt over her. Why else would he keep going with her to Barb's parents for dinner? It had been so hard for both of them, and Steve just let her go because he knew that's what she needed. . .because he loved her. An overwhelming amount of love for Steve clenched her heart, and she just wanted to hold him forever. She wasn't going to let him walk away from her this time.

"I love you, Steve," Nancy whispered as she sank down and laid her head over his heart.

"I love you, too," Steve whispered and kissed the top of her head.

"You want to talk about it some more, buddy?" Robin asked.

"I just want to enjoy this moment," Steve replied. "But Nancy probably doesn't know a thing about Vickie."

"Oh, that's right," Robin said with a gasp and started telling her everything.

Nancy could feel his eyes watching them as they talked over his chest. She could feel the love and affection for both of them radiating from his eyes. It was different kinds of love, though. One side platonic, the other side romantic, and both of them equally important to him. She hoped he felt so loved right now. He deserved it. She wanted to get to know Robin more as well because judging by the way they acted with each other, Robin was going to be an integral part of his life forever. Nancy wanted a part of what they had, even if it was just a sliver. Nancy blinked at Robin.

"Vickie Fisher?" Nancy asked her.

"Yeah, do you know her?" Robin asked.

"Sort of. We met when I did an article on band," Nancy said.

"When was this?" Robin asked.

"It was a few weeks back. You were sick. Vickie had been the one to tell me," Nancy said. "I really didn't think anything of it when I overheard her talking about how she wished her boyfriend was more like this guy she knew. Tall, pretty blue eyes, a thing for taking in lost boys like Peter Pan, and his name was Rob. He also liked to wear ties."

"Oh, great," Robin said bitterly.

"Oh, come on, Robin!" Steve laughed. "Can't you tell who she was talking about?"

"A really nice guy, it sounds like," Robin said.

"She also mentioned something about him getting caught up in the Starcourt fire, and she went on about how brave he must have been," Nancy said, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"I can't compete!" Robin groaned as she flopped on her back.

"Robin, you were in Starcourt," Steve frowned.

"Yes, I know," she sighed.

"Robin, what do I call you sometimes?" Steve asked.

"Robbie," she replied.

"And?"

"Rob," she said and rolled her eyes. "It's also short for Robert."

"Or. . . ?" Steve asked.

"Roberta!" Robin exclaimed and sat up with a gasp. "Maybe she is into girls, but not me!"

Steve sighed and threw his arms up in the air.

"I can't believe you call me the dingus," he said and Nancy giggled.

"I just don't want to get my hopes up," Robin pouted as she laid back down again.

"Well, you know, we all almost died recently," Nancy pointed.

"We were there," Robin and Steve said.

"Imagine if you had died, and you never told her how you felt. If you can risk your life saving Eddie, someone you barely know, then I think you can risk believing in the possibility of Vickie liking you. I also think you can risk asking her out. Life is short, and you could get hit by a car tomorrow," Nancy said.

"Or in Robin's case, slip on a banana peel. It's moments like that that make me wonder if my platonic soulmate really is a cartoon character," Steve said.

"It was one time!" She exclaimed, and Nancy laughed. "Alright, alright. Nancy might be right."

"No, no, Nancy is right, and don't you forget it," Steve said.

They fell silent for a moment until Robin sighed and started humming: "I got you, babe." Soon, she started singing, and then Steve joined in before Nancy knew it she was singing along as well. They sang a couple of renditions. The last one was just Steve and Robin singing it in terrible British accents that caused all three of them to dissolve into giggles. They talked well into the night, and the first one to fall asleep had been Robin. She, course, snored loudly, facing away from them. Steve sat up, leaning against the headboard to glare down at Robin.

"Oh my God, she's like a fog horn," Nancy giggled.

"She's also a heavy sleeper. You can't wake her up for anything," Steve said.

"Are we going to get any sleep tonight?" She asked.

"Yeah, no, I don't think so," Steve replied.

Nancy smiled and threw a leg over him as she settled herself carefully into his lap.

"Is this okay?" Nancy asked. "I just wanted to look at you."

"Yeah, this is okay," he said softly.

Nancy smiled and ran her hands over his face. She smiled as he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. She cupped his face, and he opened his eyes. God, she loved his hazel eyes. They were a perfect mixture of brown and dark green, like leaves turning into autumn. Steve’s eyes always reminded her of what she loved about the woods when it was on the cusp of turning into fall, turning from green to warm golden brown. It was worth more than all of the money in the world. She could sit here now and fully appreciate them, appreciate him. He always told her that hers reminded him of the ocean. . .The forest and the ocean, two different spaces, both of them vast, but so intertwined. Too much water and the forest drowns but just enough, and it can make the forest beautifully vibrant. Like most things, the forest and the ocean needed balance. Nancy hoped to find the perfect balance with Steve.

"Do you think she'd notice if we started having sex against her back?" Nancy asked.

"Nancy Wheeler!" Steve exclaimed with a gasp as he laughed.

"Do it, and die," Robin said.

"Oh, yeah, every so often, she wakes up," Steve said.

"The rule is that if I don't have someone who I can have sex with in bed, then no one in this bed can have sex," Robin said and then fell back asleep.

"Did you know that was a rule?" Nancy giggled.

"I did not," Steve said as he rubbed her back.

Nancy stared at him quietly again and sighed in contentment.

"I missed you," she whispered.

"I missed you too," Steve whispered back.

Before she knew it, her bottom lip was trembling, and the tears were coming out.

"I really missed you," she sobbed.

"Hey, what's this about, huh? I'm right here," Steve said.

"You almost weren't," Nancy said, touching the scar around his neck. "It's so stupid how sometimes people don't realize how much someone means to them until they're almost gone. You could have died, and I should have realized before then. Steve, I love you. I love you now, just as I loved you then. . .I just didn't know how to say it. It got stuck in my throat, and I wanted to say then when you asked."

"I know how difficult it is to talk about something. There were so many times that I wanted to tell you about myself, and it really did get caught in my throat. I was afraid you wouldn't love me anymore like the way my parents did, when they stopped spending time at home with me. I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me in that alleway. I was upset, and I didn't want you to tell me that you didn't love me when you came back with Jonathan, so I backed away. I also knew we both needed time away from each other because of the shitty situation we were put in by that fucking doctor who decided to play god. Barb would be alive if it weren't for him and it took me a long time to realize that it was Brenner's fault, not ours. I would kill him a thousand times over if I could. I don't blame you for any of it, so you have nothing to apologize for," Steve said softly. "I'm glad we got the time away we needed. We were dealing with something that not even adults could handle. You're here now, and that's what matters."

"I do need to tell you that you were never a shitty boyfriend. You were the best boyfriend ever, and I really wish we could have figured out how to work through our emotions together," Nancy cried. "You're a good man, Steve Harrington. I should have told you that more."

Steve smiled softly, his own tears spilling over.

"And you're amazing, Nancy Wheeler," Steve said. "We're here now and we can figure it out together."

"I love you," Nancy whispered.

"I love you too," Steve whispered.

Nancy crashed her lips to his, kissing him harshly and enjoying the way his lips fit against hers. God, she missed kissing him. She missed everything about him, but it all felt new and familiar at the same time. Maybe it was because they were both almost in the same place emotionally now. Nancy broke the kiss and slid off of him before she gave him a problem. She laid down next to him, turning on her side. He carefully did the same, leaving his hand up. She smiled and slid her palm into his.

"Next time you throw a sleepover, only invite me," Nancy said as she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into him, moving her hand as she did so.

"Deal," Steve said and kissed her forehead.

"Is it so you can plan my surprise birthday party?" Robin asked sleepily.

"Yeah, Robin, that's it," Nancy said in amusement.

"Fucking knew it," she said and paused. "Happy for you, my pretty little dinguses."

She turned over, throwing her arms and legs over both of them. Nancy knew they still needed to talk more, but for now, she could sleep in the safety of their arms, hoping that Steve knew how much he was loved.

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Chapter 10

Áron’s POV

I see Y/N scurrying out of one of the guest bedrooms, Héctor following suit.

My heart breaks, when I see Y/N on the verge of tears.

Without thinking I walk up to her and pull on her hand, she looks up at me with watery eyes.

“What do you want Áron?”

“You look like you’re in need of a friend, talk to me”.

“I’m fine”.

“You’re clearly not”.

“Why do you care?”

“I care more than I let on”, I mumble.

“Let’s talk”.

I grab her hand and gesture her towards the guest bedroom.

“What’s going on?”

“I, I’m just so confused,” she mutters.

“Why?”

“Because Marc and Héctor are both after me and it’s confusing the hell out of me”.

“I don’t see what’s so confusing about that.”

“It messes up my mind, one minute, Héctor’s on my mind, the next all I can think about is Marc.”

“Just choose”.

“It’s not that simple, I don’t wanna lose either of them” she sighs.

“Maybe you just need some help to take your mind off of things”.

“What do you mean?”

“Forget about Héctor and Marc, I’m here with you now. I say, as I look into her eyes.”

I grab her hand and rub my thumb over the back of her hand.

“Seems to me like you could use a distraction.”

“I don’t know,” she laments.

“I hug her and she embraces me” and as she does so, my mind starts racing.

“You know, I”ll always be there for you, right? Even if Marc of Héctor ever hurts you.”

“Why?” She murmurs.

“Because from the second that I laid eyes on you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

She looks up at me.

“I continue and any man would be lucky to have you”.

She buries her head against my chest, as I feel a wet spot forming on my shirt.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you” I whisper.

We stand there in silence, Y/N weeping quietly.

“Please stop crying”.

“I can’t”.

“I can’t stand to see you cry, it makes me want to hurt the guy who made you shed all of these tears. Tell me, was it Héctor or Marc?”

“No Áron don’t!”

“I need to know.”

“I, my head is all foggy.”

“I’m more than happy to pummel both of them.”

“Please, don’t do anything rash, stay here, with me.”

“I can’t control myself, knowing that the bastard who's responsible for your tears, is in the same house as us.”

I start shaking.

Y/N, sensing my anger looks up at me.

“Please, I can’t have you hurt either of them.”

“Why, because you’re madly in love with both?”

“No, because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

My heart skips a beat, when Y/N let out those words.

“I don’t care Y/N this is unacceptable!”

“You don’t have to resort to violence.”

“How else will they learn?”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Trust me, it is, you haven’t seen yourself crying, but I can.”

“I wonder what Gavi will think of this, if he sees his little sister crying like this. Especially once he knows that Marc and Héctor are responsible for those tears”.

I let go of Y/N and make my way to the door.

Y/N shrieks and grabs my arm “you can’t tell Gavi, please, I”ll do anything, just don’t go to Gavi, please”.

I turn around “or what”, I bite back.

“These two need to learn their lesson.”

“No!” She howls.

“Please, he”ll kill them.”

“It’s what they deserve,” I grumble.

“Stay here, stay with me,” she pleads.

“Convince me, " I retort.

She looks at me longingly and cups my cheeks. Then she places a soft kiss on my mouth.

At first, I’m taken aback, but I quickly answer her and press my lips against hers.

“Don’t leave me,” she begs.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere now,” I say with a grin.

“Show me what you want baby”.

“You”.

Our kisses grow heavier and my hands trail down, resting on her bum.

Y/N let out a moan.

“You like that baby?” I smirk.

“Yes”, she says whining.

I place both of my hands on her ass and knead her cheeks.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, you have no idea how hard you make me, while wearing that bikini”.

She giggles “glad you liked it”.

“I love getting you all riled up” she says.

“Do you now?”.

“Yes, I love the effect I have on you”, she says, while placing her hand on my crotch.

“Seems like someone’s excited.”

“You turn me on,” I whisper in her ear.

“Good” she chuckles.

“Are you still willing to do everything I say?”

“Yes”, I say without thinking twice.

“You’re gonna regret saying that”, she smirks, with a devious glint in her eyes.

She pushes me onto the bed, “take off your clothes”, she says demandingly.

“Now”.

I hastily take off my clothes.

“You”ll be referring to me as mistress or goddess, understood?”

“Yes”.

“Yes what?”

“Yes mistress”.

“Good boy”.

“I want you to get hard for me.”

I look at her expectantly.

“She grins, no I’m not gonna be helping you, you can jerk it yourself just fine. Can’t you?”

“Yes mistress”, I whimper.

“That’s how I like to hear it”.

I quickly grow hard, just by listening to her voice.

“What do you think you’re doing? She snaps”.

“Wha, what?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that correctly.”

“What am I doing wrong, mistress?”

“You’re stroking with your entire hand, did I say you could do so?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No mistress”.

“Good boy, I want you to stroke with two fingers only”.

“But mistress, I can’t stay hard like that.”

“That’s not my problem”, she bites back.

I quickly let go and start stroking my cock with two fingers only.

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“No it wasn’t mistress.”

“And since you’re being so insolent, I’ve decided to punish you.”

“No mistress, please.”

Ah, ah, ah, she tuts, you should be saying “yes mistress, anything you want”.

“Yes mistress, anything you want”.

“Good boy, now give me 15 edges.”

“Wha - what?”

“I can’t.”

“You can, I’ve just decided.”

“And I’ve also decided that you don’t get to cum, not today at least.”

“Oh, please mistress, I”ll do anything, anything!” I grovel.

“No, I’ve already made up my mind, now be a good boy and give me 15 edges”.

I look at her, my eyes begging.

“Stop pouting, I don’t have all day.”

After hitting 3 edges, I let go of my cock and let out a sigh.

“Please mistress, I need to cum so bad”.

“I don’t think so, you need to learn how to behave. And since you’re wasting my time, I”ll be stroking your cock for you. So useless, you can’t do anything I say.”

“Now don’t get your hopes up, this is still a punishment.”

“Yes mistress, of course mistress.”

“Remember: don’t cum it’s imperative.”

“I wouldn’t mistress.”

“Not even a ruined orgasm.”

“No, not if you say so.”

“What will you give me, if your cock can’t contain itself and decides to treat itself to a ruin without my permission?”

“A - anything”, I whine.

“Is that so?”

“Yes mistress, my orgasms belong to you.”

“And you”ll do anything I say?”

“Yes anything!”

“Good, the next three times we see each other I”ll be denying your orgasm.”

I look at her, aghast.

“Pouting won’t get you anywhere, I told you to behave and you didn’t listen.”

“Don’t despair slave, I”ll let out your little cock and there”ll be plenty of edging, just no cumming.”

“Oh please, please mistress, you can ruin me, please, won’t you settle for a ruined orgasm?”

“Poor slave, does your cock really need to cum that bad?”

“Yes mistress it does.”

“Hmm, let me think about it. No.” She throws her head back and cackles.

“Since you’ve been so disobedient, I don’t trust that you can keep your hands to yourself.”

She takes my hands and ties them to the headboard.

“Now you’re completely at my mercy.”

I wriggle around, Y/N just cackles.

“I love seeing my slaves tied up and hopeless, squirming around.”

“Go ahead boy, hump the air.”

“No friction, not even a touch, until I say so.”

“Yes mistress, of course mistress.”

She takes her fingertip and traces it up and down my shaft. Up and down she goes, never adding another finger.

“I can see precum starting to form at the tip”, she squeals.

“Let me help you out there”, she says, while bending over and slowly licking the precum off of the head.

“Argh” I let out a gasp and wriggle my hips.

“Sensitive now, are we?”

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet”, Y/N stands up and walks to the bathroom. Once she’s back she shows me what’s in her hand: a makeup brush.”

“I love doing my makeup with this brush, but I love teasing you with it even more”, she says, with a wicked smile on her face.

She starts brushing my balls with the brush, ever so slightly

I let out a moan.

“I think your cock isn’t quite leaky enough”.

She starts picking up the pace and the brush strokes get faster and faster.

My cock grows hard in anticipation.

“Please mistress, no more”, I groan.

“No more what?”

“No more teasing.”

“So you”ll finally behave and be an obedient little slave?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good boy”.

“Let’s continue with the edges shall we?”

“And that makes 7”, Y/N says while letting go of my cock.

“I’m having so much fun, aren’t you?”

“Yes mistress, it’s so much fun”.

My cock feels like it’s on fire. The veins are thick, purple and popping out. My balls are blue and heavy, waiting to burst. Every stroke could be the one to send me over the edge. And there’s still 8 more edges to go.

“Does my poor boy need a break?”

“Yes, mistress please.”

“Alright then, I knew I brought this with me for a very special occasion.”

Y/N returns from the bathroom in a stunning lingerie set.

“Well, how does it look on me?”

“Gorgeous”, I say quickly.

Aren’t you thankful for this gift?

“Yes, mistress I am.”

“So me just how thankful you are and put that tongue to use.”

“Y/N hovers over me and I lick and suck her clit until she cums.”

Her moans alone, almost send me over the edge.

“Now let’s pick up where we left off.”

She stands up and inspects my cock, then traces her fingertip over the base. “Poor boy, I see that break did nothing to cool you down, if anything, it’s made this dick even harder.”

“Oh well, I’ve given you plenty of time to cool off, it’s not my fault that you can’t control your own cock.” She shrugs.

“I need you to be a good boy and count the edges for me, can you do that?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Yes what?”

“I”ll count the edges for you mistress.”

“That’s a good boy.”

“8, 9, you’re doing so well my slave”.

“Thank you mistress.”

“I think it’s time for some cooling down, don’t you think?”

“Yes mistress, I’d love some cooling down.”

Y/N returns from the bathroom holding a bottle of baby oil.

“I know how you love these tits, wouldn’t they look even prettier covered in oil?”

Slowly she lets the oil glide in ropes over her breasts. Then she starts rubbing the oil in, until her entire cleavage is left soft and shiny.

I gulp when I take all of it in, my cock twitching.

“Oh, I felt that” someone’s getting excited, she chirps.

“Let’s inspect that cock of yours.”

She bends over and starts fondling my balls. “Oh my, it looks like you’re about to burst.”

“Good boy, I want you close, the closest you can get without bursting. Understand?”

“Yes mistress I understand.”

“Good, now where did we leave off?”

“10, 11, almost there, hold on big boy”.

Her hand lets go of my cock and I grunt.

“Awh, I know it’s hard, but I know you can hold it, because that’s what mistress told you to.”

“Yes mistress, I can hold”.

“Since we’re almost at the end, I think you deserve another reward.”

“Well, aren’t you gonna thank me for being so generous?”

“Thank you mistress, for being so generous, I don’t deserve it.”

“That’s right you don’t, but here I am spoiling you, yet again.” She tuts.

“I’m gonna have a pretend orgasm on top of you, I”ll hump that pathetic little cock of yours, let out a moan or two and you can imagine that your cock is buried deep inside me. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes mistress, I’d like that very much.”

“Good slave.”

Y/N starts humping my cock and starts bouncing. What a sight to behold. I can’t stop staring at her breasts. They look so beautiful bouncing up and down, even if I can’t see all of them, because her bra is still covering them.

When she finally “cums”, she squirts some lotion all over her cleavage.

“Oh, mistress, I exclaim.”

“What?” She asks innocently.

“That almost made me cum”, I cry.

“Luckily you didn’t, because there’s still 4 more edges to go.”

“Oh, mistress, please, please have mercy.”

“No, you’re gonna learn how to behave,” she says firmly.

She wraps her hand tightly around my erection and starts pumping ferociously. Within seconds I have to stop her.

“Mistress, stop.”

“How close were you?”

“So close”, I sigh.

“12 down, 3 more to go.”

This time, Y/N wraps both hands around my cock and gives it a few tugs.

The pleasure is almost overwhelming and I have to stop her swiftly.

“Mistress, I’m close”, I let out.

“That makes 13”, she says jovially.

“Since you’ve been such a good boy for me, I”ll use my tongue for the 14th round.”

“Well, aren’t you going to thank me?”

“Thank you mistress, please use your tongue on me mistress.”

Y/N’s tongue is warm and soft and slides up and down my cock. I tremble and groan, since Y/N doesn’t wrap her mouth around my entire length. Instead I’m treated to long and slow licks.

“Please mistress, please take all of me inside your mouth.”

“What makes you think you’re worthy? What makes you think you deserve to have that entire cock wrapped by these pretty lips?”

“I don’t deserve it”, I say hastily. “But please, I’ve been such a good boy for you, haven’t I?”

“Sorry, no can do, since I’m certain that you won’t be able to hold it if I took all of you inside of my mouth.”

“Besides, we’re almost there,” she says brightly.

She slowly starts massaging my cock and I hit the edge in no time.

“S - stop” I exclaim.

“Very well then,” that makes 15 edges.

She laps up the remaining droplets of precum with her tongue.

My cock is stiff and my balls heavy.

“I know you haven’t gotten the release that you wanted so badly, but wasn’t it so much fun?”

“Yes mistress, I had a lot of fun.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Then you’re in luck”, she says while untying my hands.

“Because I feel like making out.”

“I”ll allow you go grope my ass and breasts all you want, but this pretty set of lingerie is staying on.”

“Yes mistress.”

I kiss her hungrily and grab onto her butt.

This kissing and heavy petting is getting me so worked up, I’m hard again in no time.

Before I know it, my cock starts twitching and spasming, I try to relieve myself by rubbing my cock against Y/N’s belly, but she quickly catches on.

“Oh no baby I don’t think so”.

She let’s go of me and watches as my cock spams, cum trickling out of the head ever so slowly.

My body finally gave in and came, but it doesn’t feel like release. My balls are still heavy, screaming for a proper orgasm.

Y/N licks up the stream of cum and says “awh, baby, so worked up, it wasn’t even a proper ruin”.

“Please let me cum next time, mistress.”

“No, out of the question. The next three times I”ll be seeing you you agreed to get denied, remember?”

“Yes mistress, I say,” deflatedly.

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lovejosephquinn · 6 months

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Happy birthday to my beautiful best friend @eddiemunson-mylove. I can’t believe our hyper-fixation and meeting on this app has allowed us to blossom such an amazing friendship. I’m afraid to tell you that you’re never going to be rid of me now. Love you my autistic princess 🤍

In the words of Taylor “I don’t know about you but I’m feeling 22” (I can say that now you’re not in close enough proximity to punch me) 🥰

This is for you, not that I haven’t spoilt you enough today 🙃

Joe peered his head around the wooden door frame, his nose leaning against the ledge as his eyes shot their way over to your unconscious body, still comfortable, still tucked up in the quilt he’d left you in. Tiptoeing out to set your special day right. Using his foot to push the door open further just enough for him to get through and taking a few hefty strides towards you, the rattling of the tray carrying your breakfast in bed.

It wasn’t your average English Breakfast, he’d got up extra early to make a batch of muffins especially for you, tiny little burn marks adorned his thumb where he’d rushed to grab the tray out of the oven, not taking into account the thinness of the towel he’d scampered to collect on his way in fear that they’d be burnt. Two plates with a single muffin on, one for him and one for you. Yours with a single candle a top of it, a glass of orange juice and a cup of tea filled the rest of the space, purely because he couldn’t decide which one you would want more so he made the rash decision and got you both.

He stood proud before you, clearing his throat once. You didn’t even stir. Again, a little louder this time and you peaked one eye open, a gentle smile falling upon your lips when the blur of your vision had regained full sight. You sat up as he placed the tray on the table beside you, you edged your legs to make room for him to sit next to you. Joe leaned forward, his hand gently caressing your face making you fall into the touch so you could make it last a little longer.

“Happy birthday my darling.” He whispered lowly, close enough to feel his breath hit your lips as his face met just inches from yours. You made a short giggle as his mouth found yours, giving you a gentle yet swift kiss, subtle but more than enough to make you melt. Your eyes opened and sparkled as beautifully as his, he had that effect on you.

“Thank you.” You spoke as quietly as he had.

Joe reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, taking hold of the plate with your muffin on. He gave you a look from hooded eyelids as he focused back on setting the candle alight.

“Make a wish.”

Passing the plate over to you, you watched the flame grow before blowing out the candle, pretending to ponder your thoughts of what to wish for; you already knew.

Looking back toward him, eye contact with the bush baby eyes that were secretly hoping your wish would involve him, of course it would, he didn’t have to worry about that. You quickly realised that your wish had already come true. “I don’t need to.” You pulled out the candle placing it next onto the tray.

Joe looked ever so slightly confused to your admission, tilting his head a little to the side to silently ask why. You took a bite out of the sweet food, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head from the homemade taste that was unleashed onto your taste buds. You placed the muffin back on the tray before laying back, your head hitting the pillow which still had the outline of where you had been laid before.

“I already have exactly what I want right here.” You stared up to the ceiling knowing that was exactly what your boyfriend would want to hear, the best part was that you meant it.

Joe clambered his way over your body and hovered above you, one elbow propping himself up so that your faces met closely once more. He couldn’t contain the smile that took over him, grinning like a Cheshire Cat almost. His silver chain dangled above you, tickling your nose, the scent of it engrossed with him and almost a little bit of the fresh smell of baking; perfect.

Your lips met a second time, his free hand ran through your hair that lay openly on the pillow as your mouths moved as one. The warm, heart filled feeling made it’s way through your body. Your own hand pushed against the back of his head, clutching onto the loose curls to deepen the kiss. The slight sound of little whimpers that escaped his throat and into your mouth appeared, the most beautiful and erotic melody you had ever heard.

What felt like seconds had turned into minutes and as he pulled back you had never quite felt this special to anyone in any other moment and that’s the way he always made you feel; which is why your wish came true everyday with Joe.

“I love you.” The words reeled from his voice back so easily, every chance he got to say it, it always felt so truthful, it felt even more special today.

“I love you too.” You repeated back.

“My wish came true too.” Joe snorted a laugh through his nose which caused you to raise an eyebrow.

“But it’s not your birthday Joseph.” You half smiled, a little bedazzled yourself now just as he had been.

“I know, I might of lit a candle for myself, it worked for me anyway.” You pictured it clearly. Your silly boyfriend stood in the middle of the kitchen lighting a candle between his fingers and closing his eyes to gain the full effect of making his one and only wish to the flamed object.

“What did you wish for then? You can tell me if it came true.”

He laughed again, ready to say it exactly how it is.

“That I wouldn’t fuck up your muffins.”

#abby me babby 🤍#joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn smut

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reveseke · 1 year

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Why is there no Morgan x Hotch x Reader poly ships at all in general ??? This shit has consumed my mind for the past few months as an after thought and now I'm going to do it myself :( .

Soooo rogue and spontaneous headcanons time !! bc i can't keep track of new things and work on old things.

Feature ... Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner | Derek Morgan | nonbinary reader ( they them )

CW nothing much actually – absolutely nothing, I'm swearing here and there but nothing extreme. Bolded words highlight the headcanon's main topic and will continue to be of same topic untill it meets the new bolded words headcanon lol.

Disc ... Reader is nonbinary coded even if it's not outrightly said and all of my stories are towards masc intended readers.

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

General headcanons – Grumpy meets the guard dog and sunshine.

Interpret it as you want, but we all know reader's the sunshine here when it comes to that sentence.

But i kinda see something akin to that that the grumpy is just Aaron and Derek is the guard dog who is as much talk as he can be bite.

Also imo Morgan and Hotch can mask and generally hide their relationship in BAU so fucking well behind general banter and professionalism nobody would suggest their together. It's surprisingly easy looking back at how the whole team in their hands is full of profilers and still they manage to share some touches and glances here and there away from the unsuspecting team. (Bc if I've understood correctly you can't date someone in your team and cannot be family to them bc emotional ties and rash/impulsive thinking when one is in trouble.)

Which leads to kind of fun situations with Hotch being asked if he found someone to be in his life after Hayley and he answers yes but never actually slips names out so everyone else but Morgan is kinda on the edge with the fact that they know he's dating, but don't know who. Bc i really think he would other wise be encouraged to meet more people if he didn't tell he was already in a relationship and it could became a nag.

But when it comes to off-duty work their guards just drop around each other knowing they don't have to hide it anymore. They'll just kinda be in comfort silence both knowing their safe and don't need much more on the topic. Bc i don't see either of them being really uh lovey-dovey if they are not in the mood and home.

Wkvdvdj thinking thinking ... if R was not part of the BAU but instead worked somewhere else and just spontaneously met the two or was part of a case by accident like as someone who may have seen something, as a suspect etc etc or just plainly seeing him work when they were on a date and both regonice the interest they share for the Reader.

Cuddle piles. Really it's going to be Morgan, then R and then Hotch depending on if your actually smaller than them. If your bigger then by all means it's going to be R, Morgan & Hotch. ( I'm thinking this perspective from laying in a literal pile on the sofa and trying their hardest to have the heaviest/biggest on bottom and lightest/smallest on top so nobody feels like they're going to die lmao) but otherwise it's alternating on who feels like being a side piece and who an in-between piece of the cuddle sandwich in bed.

Ooh also thinking of Jack, just when R comes and if he isn't part of the BAU he's got time to spent helping Hotch's SIL and lending a hand on taking care of Jack. Making sure he knows he's cared for and can trust them even if building that trust may take awhile.

Silently making fast friends with Aaron's SIL and Derek's family.

Also the reader in this is normal, there's no aus on it yet . But mark my fucking words I'm going to make a hybrid, spider maybe even BAU team aus off of this fucking ship at some point in time lmao.

#derek morgan x aaron hotchner #derek morgan x aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan x nonbinary reader #derek morgan x masc reader #aaron hotchner x masc reader #aaron hotchner x nonbinary reader #criminal minds x masc reader #criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds x nonbinary reader #🔮.headcanon #🔮.enby reader

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fallenwhumpee · 10 months

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"How many fingers am I holding up?

June 23: Poison | Rash | Double Cross • Masterlist •

Warnings: Creepy whumper.

Whumpee scratched the back of their hand, nervous as they shifted, trying to hide their red skin. They breathed out their frustration, the redness itching more while they tried to ignore it.

"Whumpee? Is everything alright?" Caretaker looked away from their phone, not really giving their attention.

"Yes, I think I got bitten by a bug."

"There's must be a cream in the bathroom somewhere."

Whumpee obeyed, applying the cream. Even though the cool cream relieved them from the stinging pain, as the minutes turned to hours, the itch grew, and whumoee felt like they were burning up. They were growing tired as they visited the bathroom frequently to wash the rash with cool water, their breaths fastening.

"Whumpee, you're sweating!"

"It's hot, really. Can we open a window?"

Caretaker frowned, catching Whumpee from their hand. Whumpee winced, yelping with pain. Caretaker loosened their hold, gently dragging Whumpee's hand. The rash was covering all of their forearm, the skin damaged with the constant scratching. The skin under their hand was burning.

"This is no bite, Whumpee."

"I will— I'll get the car keys, a-and we're going to get that checked out. Wait me here." Caretaker disappeared to the upstairs, leaving Whumpee alone.

"Then what?" Whumpee's voice faltered as Caretaker held Whumpee's free hand, reaching to itch the arm. They suddenly leaned on Caretaker with their whole weight, and Caretaker lowered Whumpee with shock.

Whumpee mumbled, closing their eyes a bit.

Caretaker didn't know what to do. They called Whumpee, concern taking over as they tried to wake up them. Whumpee swayed from their groggy state for a while, looking at Caretaker.

"Whumpee? Are you with me?" They nodded hesitantly. Caretaker raised their index finger "How many fingers am I holding up?"

A weak two crushed Caretaker's remaining calmness.

Whumpee's phone rang somewhere close, and they reached for it, a voice they had never wanted to hear started.

"Did you like my anniversary gift?"

#juneofdoom #whump #whump writing #poison whump #creepy whumper

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hades--baby · 1 year

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The Alpha Up North

Summary: Quinn thought he could escape all of his problems by trekking up north with his bruised, bloody, and nearly dead misfit of a wolf in tow. However, the old-blooded vampire failed to realize that David Shaw wasn't the only alpha that swore to protect Darlin with everything he had. The alpha up north made that clear real fast.

Note: Gregory Keaton just gives off this fatherly love kind of vibe and I thought that I'd extend that love to Darlin (because lord knows they need some of that in their life right now). Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

(This work was also cross-posted on my ao3 account under hades_baby)

Word Count: 6330

Quinn’s lips were tainted in a dull red tint that matched perfectly to the shade of thick crimson blood flowing from the horrendous open bite marks on Tank’s exposed neck. He’d been relentlessly draining them the entire drive up north, ensuring they only had enough blood in their system to keep them alive and (barely) breathing. The draining hadn’t come to a pause until their face had fallen deathly pale and their skin turned incredulously cold to the touch—just how he wanted them to be.

And though he would never fully admit it aloud, part of him missed the vibrant warmth that used to radiate from his little misfit of a wolf. The same vibrant warmth that used to counter his own sullen cynicism that he’d adhered to over his undead years.

He missed the way they used to show off their sly, confident grin at crowded bars as the two of them threw back an obnoxious amount of liquor and hustled pool to earn some extra cash from the poor souls that dared to play against them. He missed how the two of them used to have fun together. He missed the old them.

The one that actually liked wreaking havoc through the streets of Dahlia as if they had nothing better to do with their time. The one that didn’t give two shits about the unempowered brats they were supposedly friends with nowadays. The one that didn’t report him to the fucking department over some minuscule situation that wasn’t even that big of a goddamn deal.

Well, it wasn’t a big deal to him, at least.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?”

Quinn sucked in a sharp breath, startled from his thoughts thanks to Tank’s strained voice filling the cab of his truck. He flicked his gaze into the rearview mirror, looking over the roughed-up wolf. The bright moonlight graced their face, showing off how little color they still had under their smooth skin. Their eyes were heavily lidded, barely propped open as they tried to scan the dark moving landscape just outside of the car's tinted windows.

Quinn’s hands tightened around the steering wheel until he was practically white-knuckling the round mechanism. The thick sole of his boot pressed down on the accelerator a little more. He needed to get to the cabin he had secured before Tank could gain their strength back. And even though it wasn’t very likely that the slumped wolf would gain their strength back that quickly, it didn’t hurt to get there sooner than later.

“Where the fuck are you taking me, Quinn?” Tank repeated, adding a little more animosity to their tone.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Misfit. All you need to know is that we’ll be there soon enough,” he said, watching them through the rearview mirror for a little while longer before looking back at the open road.

In all honesty, Quinn wasn’t all that worried about keeping a close eye on them. The amount of blood that he had drained from their veins was surely enough to keep them from doing anything rash. Of course, the thought of trancing them to keep them still and complaint had crossed his mind when he first got the jump on them, but he decided that he’d rather play on with a little psychological torture instead.

He wanted them to know that they were too weak to save themself.

That they truly couldn’t do a damn thing to get out of this situation, regardless of how badly they wanted to.

So he opted for just checking in on them every few miles in the rearview mirror of his dusty truck.

He could see them messing with the tight restraints that were skillfully wrapped around their wrists, twisting and turning in an attempt to loosen the ropes, but that did nothing but cinch them tighter than before. They didn’t stop fidgeting until Quinn pulled into a long gravel driveway that led to a small cabin he’d been thinking about the entire drive up north.

Tank was on high alert the moment the tires of the sedan crunched against the loose gravel of the driveway. Their shoulders tensed and their head whipped around with the little strength that was still pumping through their body. A small smirk graced the sadistic vampire’s face as he saw almost all sense of hope slip away from their tired eyes, depleting into near nothing.

Had they finally come to terms with the fact that they weren’t going to be getting away this time?

That tonight would be their last night alive?

That this would be the end for them?

Whatever they were thinking, he hoped it was something drastically hopeless.

He popped the driver’s side door open and practically ripped the back door open. He cinched a grip on Tank’s shirt collar and yanked them out of the back seat just to have them land on the sharp gravel spread over the ground beneath them. The injured wolf groaned in pain, trying to get back on their feet, but Quinn grabbed onto their collar again and started dragging them towards the front door before the soles of their boots could even attempt to plant on the ground. He was expeditiously becoming careless with the way he handled them, completely disregarding their attempts to get away from him.

He didn’t care if he got their scent all over the damn place anymore. He had managed to hide their scent all the way up from Dahlia to this shit-hole backwater county in the middle of nowhere. There was no way that anyone from the Shaw Pack or the Solaire Clan would find them out here with them being completely off the grid.

There was no way that anyone would find them out here.

Quinn kicked the front door open, threw their limp body inside, and slammed the door shut behind him. Fear quickly flooded Tank’s chest and slowly crept up their throat as the entire cabin was enveloped in utter darkness. Not even the faintest glimmer of moonlight found its way inside.

Much to their dismay, the old vampiric bastard had bashed their face to the point of their own blood backlogging their sense of smell, making it practically impossible for their nose to pick up on anything other than the metallic savor of the crimson liquid that was supposed to be pumping through their veins.

So with no sense of smell and no source of light to aid their already struggling eyes, all they could do was lie there and listen to Quinn’s feather-like movements as he moved about the cabin.

Tank hated this feeling.

They hated feeling… helpless.

They couldn’t use the enhanced senses that they had always relied on as a wolf, they couldn’t get free from the damn ropes that were tightly wrapped around their sore wrists, and they couldn’t get the fuck away from Quinn.

They wanted to scream and fight with all their might, but they couldn’t.

And that infuriated them.

Before they knew it, a few low-light lamps flickered on and Tank was slowly granted their sight back. They took a chance to look around, moving nothing but their eyes to take in their surroundings.

The cabin was notably small. It wasn’t really anything but a simple one-room structure with little to no furniture to fill its space. It was quite evident that nobody actually lived in it and they figured that it was probably just some throw-away place that Quinn had managed to get his hands on.

Tank warily pushed themself up onto their hands and knees, but their limbs shook with exhaustion and their tied wrists made it even harder to keep themself upright. They eventually fell back to the hardwood floor, helpless and ready to close their eyes for good.

Quinn abruptly slammed a wood chair beside their shaking form and pulled them up onto it. He cut the ropes away from their wrists only to retire them to the uncomfortable armrests of the chair. He then tied their ankles to the legs, making sure to pull tighter than he really needed to.

“Blood-sucking prick,” Tank muttered under their breath.

“My dear Misfit, you are in no position to be calling me such mean names,” Quinn taunted, looking up at them from his kneeled position in front of them. He tightened the ropes even more before standing upright. “You know, I’ve always thought that this little thing between us would end in some big glorious fight. The type that would leave both of us bruised and battered and almost dead. But here you are, tied up in front of me with no means of escape and little to no fight left in you.”

Tank barely mustered up enough energy to clench their hands into fists, but they weren’t able to hold it for long and they ended up releasing the tension to rest their palms flat against the armrests. The old vampire smiled at the subtle sign of weakness they tried to conceal, thrilled to see that his little wolf really didn’t stand a chance against him anymore.

Quinn unexpectedly shot his hand forward and wrapped his fingers around their neck, squeezing nice and tight. His nails dug into their skin, making them wince in pain as his fingers dug right into one of their open wounds. Most of them had stopped bleeding, but the sudden jerk prompted blood to start seeping from them again.

“Oh, don’t hold yourself back, Misfit,” Quinn said, shaking his head as his grip tightened. His eyes were wide and manic; his pupils nearly dilated to the edge of his glowing irises. A devilish grin spread over his face and his fangs emerged a little more. He let out a deep chuckle, running his tongue over the top row of his teeth. “No one but me is going to be able to hear your cries out here, so you might as well let loose.”

It had been hours since Quinn had started his ruthless assault on Tank.

The poor wolf had endured hours of the vampire's relentless torture and he wasn’t showing any sign of stopping. And for once in their life, Tank wasn’t so sure how much more they could take before they’d give in and give up.

They were slightly amused by the fact that they were actually admitting that to themself.

Out of everyone in their life, they had been the most stubborn about giving up. They had always been the one to pull through, no matter the situation and no matter the cost. Hell, they had been scolded halfway to hell about how reckless they’d been with their lack of self-preservation, yet they always managed to make it out alive. But as they sat strapped to that damn wood chair with blood seeping out of every place imaginable, they really weren’t too sure if they could hold out any longer.

“Well, I think I’m done playing with my food,” Quinn sighed, lazily strolling back over to their limp figure. He stopped right in front of them, the toes of his boots knocking against their own. He cupped their jaw and slowly tilted their head back, forcing them to look into his eyes. “What do you think, Misfit? Should I just end it all here for you? Or should I keep our fun little game running a little while longer?”

Tank clenched their jaw, wanting to snarl some sort of harsh obscenity at him, but they couldn’t manage to get anything out. They attempted to bare their teeth at the age-old vampire, but they could barely get their canines to peek past their bloody lips. Quinn hummed at their cute attempt of aggression.

“I suppose I’ll just put an end to our little game. It was fun while it lasted,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and taking his hand away from their jaw so their head limply dropped back to their chest.

Fuck.

They were going to die in this stupid drabby cabin at the hands of a goddamn monstrosity of a person and there was near nothing that they could do about it.

“How should I do this? Snap your neck? Drain you? Turn you?” he prompted, adding a devilish grin to the last option.

Tank found the strength to tilt their head back enough to look him in the eye again, an almost begging look falling over their face. Quinn smirked and narrowed his eyes at them before cocking his head to the side.

Quinn had never seen or heard Tank beg before.

And he thought he never would.

But now that he’d had a tiny taste of what that looked like…

Now he wanted to see more.

“What’s wrong, Misfit? Afraid to have me as your maker?” he asked as he took a small step toward them. “Or are you more scared about losing the wolf in you?”

Tank squirmed in their chair at the thought of Quinn turning them. They didn’t want to become a vampire and they sure as hell didn’t want him to be their fucking maker. They’d probably end up being like that Adam guy that Vincent and Lovely had talked about. Apparently, the guy had killed his own maker and kept on living (sort of) with that heavy secret under his belt. Except Tank would make sure that everyone knew exactly who tore off Quinn’s fucking head.

“Now that I really think about it, turning you seems like a much more favorable option,” he said, smiling a little more while kneeling down in front of the wolf. “Turning you so you can endure an endless amount of suffering just by my hands alone… sounds fucking extravagant, don’t you think?”

They tilted their head further back in an attempt to get away from him, but they soon realized that they had exposed more of their neck and they immediately snapped their head back down to hide their bloody jugular. Though, that did nothing to stop Quinn from committing his atrocities.

“You know, I always told myself that I’d never actually turn anyone. Too much responsibility in having progeny to take care of. Too much work. But maybe—just maybe—I’ll make an exception for you,” he said, running his tongue over his fangs.

He cupped their jaw with one hand again and roughly forced their head back to expose their neck as he stood up straight. He placed one of his knees on the seat of the chair right between their legs, hovering right over them as he stared deeply into their wide eyes. His thumb gently pulled at their bloody bottom lip before trailing all the way down to the middle of their throat. His eyes scoured their neck for a few long moments, then he took a steady deep breath and slowly lowered his head.

But before he could truly reach their neck, he froze in place and his eyes widened ever so slightly. His head ticked to the side and his eyes flicked toward the front door of the cabin. After a few silent seconds, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

He had sensed something that they hadn’t, but what was it?

“Hold that thought, Misfit,” he said with an eerie calmness, looking back into their eyes for a split second before pushing off of them. Their chair rocked back slightly from the force of his shove, but it soon settled back on all four legs. They watched as he peeked past the thick black-out curtains that were covering the windows before making his way to the door and slipping out of the cabin. They let their head slowly teeter before it slumped back down, chin hitting their chest.

Well… fuck.

If he wasn’t going to kill them or turn them now, then they might actually just die on their own from blood loss. They had been feeling like absolute shit for hours, but now it was really starting to hit them. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and an excruciating amount of pain was starting to set in.

Their head felt far too light, their entire body was shivering with merciless chills, and they could feel their mind finally slipping away from the reality of their situation. Their breath was rapid and shallow, their heart was racing, and they were fighting just to keep their eyes open.

They despised the feeling of being out of control.

It all felt wrong.

And for the first time in a very long time, Tank admitted to themself that they were scared.

They’re not sure how long they had been sitting in their fuzzy state of limbo, but a careful pair of footsteps entered the cabin and that was enough to pull them from their daze. They were afraid that it was just Quinn coming back from whatever mindless hunt he had just gone on, but the person who had just walked in didn’t spit some snarky comment like he would have. If it had been the old-blooded vampire, he would’ve been talking their ear off about how he was going to finally end them with some sort of wicked grin on his face.

No, it wasn’t Quinn who had just walked in.

A large, warm hand gently cupped Tank’s face and tilted their head up. Tank slowly peeled their eyes open, silently wondering when they had closed them. Once their vision focused, they immediately thought that they might have actually died because what they were seeing was impossible. They had to be completely fucking delusional or some shit because what they were seeing couldn’t be real.

“Gabe?” they rasped out while narrowing their eyes.

They were quite aware that there was no way that the man standing in front of them could be Gabe Shaw, but they didn’t care for logic anymore. They let the full weight of their head slump into the man’s hand, to which the mystery man let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head.

“Not quite, kiddo. I’m Gregory Keaton. Remember me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over their bloody cheekbone.

Gregory.

Yeah.

They remembered him.

He and Gabe were practically brothers all those years ago. And even though the two alphas had gone their separate ways to assemble their own respective packs, Greg always seemed to find some extra time to spend with the Shaw family. Hell, he had actually been the one to help Tank feel a little more at home when Gabe and David weren’t around to do that themselves.

After their initial introduction—which had been a little rough because all introductions with Tank were a little rough—Greg had quickly found that the young wolf wasn’t really the talking type, so he found other ways to get to know them and to simply spend time with them.

He showed them how to fix up some of the old upholstery on their motorcycle and in Gabe’s old ‘62 Chevy Camaro when they were in high school. He would mutter dumb little dad jokes that Tank pretended to hate even though they secretly loved them. And when Gabe and David couldn’t get through to them, Greg always managed to get them to listen a little (it might take a good thirty-minute motorcycle ride and a heart-to-heart, but he always managed to get through to them one way or another).

It had been years since they had seen him.

The last time they had actually seen him was at… Gabe’s funeral.

Tank had to admit, they really missed the old bastard.

“You still with me, kiddo?”

Their eyes focused back on his face before they slowly nodded. The minuscule movement made their head spin and they immediately stilled, squeezing their eyes shut while leaning their head into his hand some more.

“Yeah, I remember you, Greg,” Tank muttered.

“Good. Let’s get these ropes off of you and get you home,” he said, gently patting their cheek once before kneeling down in front of them. Their head lulled a bit as they watched him cut away the rough ropes.

“Where’s Quinn?”

“Already taken care of,” he said, trusting that the members of his pack had already offed the bloodsucker. He continued to work the ropes off, frowning at the sight of their wounds as he grazed his fingertips over the raw skin of their wrists. The amount of blood, gashes, and bites that littered their skin made him wonder how they had managed to hold out as long as they did. “He won’t be bothering you or anybody else anymore.”

“Good.”

Once the ropes were off, they involuntarily slumped forward. Greg caught them and picked them up with ease, his arms hooked under their limp legs and back in the process of it all. Their head tucked into the crook of his neck, finding solace in his warm embrace.

“How’d you find me?” Tank asked, their rapid breath starting to slow down.

“Ansel noticed that Quinn had been spending an awful lot of time in this little cabin for the past month or so. Once David gave me a call to tell me that you had gone missing and there had been a sighting of him heading out of Dahlia, we assumed that this is where he might have taken you,” he answered, stepping through the door and into the cold forest.

Tall pine trees loomed up above them and the dark sky peeked through the very tips of the fresh green tops.

Tank loved the sight of the star-ridden sky.

They desperately wished that they could keep their eyes open long enough to get a good look at all of the shining stars, but they could barely manage to keep peeling their eyes open after blinking, so they had a feeling stargazing was out of the question. Even so, they tilted their head back to rest against Greg’s shoulder and forced their eyes open so they could watch the stars one last time.

“Hey, Greg?” they started, swallowing hard as they continued to stare at the shimmering abyss above them.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“I think I’m dying,” they concluded in a strained tone, letting a heavy breath trail their words. “And I think I’m a little scared.”

“You are not dying on my watch. You hear me?” he said, shaking his head as he trekked over to his truck a little faster.

A large group of the Keaton Pack had accompanied their alpha on his mission to rescue Tank. They had been tasked with the job of tearing Quinn limb from limb while their alpha sought out the young wolf that had been snatched away from their own pack. And since the entire group was waiting by his truck, he could only assume that they had taken care of the bastard leech for good.

Greg rested Tank in the bed of his truck and climbed in as he called his healers over. He settled himself in the middle and gently set the younger wolf’s head on his lap, running his fingers through their hair in an attempt to soothe them.

“You’re going to be just fine, alright?” he said, looking down at them. Their eyes were unfocused and he could tell that they were staring past his face and at the stars instead. He remembered that they had a knack for stargazing. There had been countless times he and Gabe had found them lying out on the roof of the Shaw house just to stargaze in peace. “Plus, I have a feeling Gabe would come back to haunt my ass if he ever found out you died on my watch.”

Tank let out a huff of a laugh at that.

“Yeah, he probably would,” they said, a small smile flashing over their face as they thought about what Gabe might have said to them right then and there if he were still around.

And as Tank stared at the glimmering stars with Greg’s fingers soothingly working through their hair, they couldn’t help but feel at peace as they slowly slipped away.

Tank wasn’t all that sure where they were when they’d woken up, but they knew it wasn’t home.

They weren’t at their shitty little apartment in the shady industrial district of Dahlia, nor were they tucked away at Sam’s comfy cabin in the middle of the woods.

So yeah.

They weren’t home.

And that kind of terrified them.

They couldn’t really remember much of what had happened, but they did remember bits and pieces.

Though, part of their memory felt more like a dream than a reality.

Like Gregory Keaton.

Part of them felt like the old alpha had just been a figment of their imagination as they slowly descended into the madness of blood loss that Quinn had so graciously bestowed upon them. But it soon became apparent that they weren’t imagining anything as the bedroom door beside them opened and the person they’d been thinking about stepped into the room. They forced themself upright, hoping to get a clearer view. And the sight was almost enough to send them reeling back onto the mattress.

“Hey there, kiddo,” Greg greeted as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. His weight made Tank sink towards him and they had to plant one of their hands down to keep themself from slamming into his side. He set a hand on their shoulder to keep them from falling any further, which they were more than grateful for because they weren’t too sure if they could have stopped completely on their own. “You gave us a bit of a fright back there. We thought we had lost you for a minute before one of my healers could find your pulse again.”

Tank didn’t know what to say.

They hadn’t seen him in such a long time and with the situation at hand, they didn’t really know what to do, what to say, or what to even think. They felt like they were everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“Here. Drink this. Feels like you’re still running a little cold and this should help warm you up a bit,” he said, gently patting their back as he handed them a cup of what looked to be tea. Tank took it in their shaking hands, happy to get something warm in their system. They just needed something to soothe their soul a bit. “Your pack is on the way. They should be rolling in soon. Oh, and David mentioned something about your mate tagging along too.”

Their eyes widened at his last statement.

The fact that Sam was coming along wasn’t what surprised them.

What surprised them was the fact that David had told Greg.

“So you found yourself a mate, huh?” he teased with a smile as he playfully nudged their shoulder. They nodded before taking a long sip of the warm tea. He had added honey to it. He must’ve remembered that they liked their tea that way. “Does he treat you well?”

“He does,” they answered, smiling slightly. “More than well.”

“Good. You let me know if he ever treats you differently, you hear?” he said, giving them a faux stern look. They nodded their head in response. “But from what I’ve been told, I don’t think I have to worry about that all that much. A vampire with a knack for healing magic? That’s not something you see every day.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty damn special,” they said, their words slurring a bit as they spoke. Greg just assumed that the healing magic was still pumping through their veins pretty hard. “He’s saved me more times than I’d like to admit.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve got a couple of wolf packs and a vamp clan looking out for you now,” he joked, huffing out a light laugh.

“Greg,” someone called from the entrance of the bedroom. The alpha looked up and perked his brows to let the person know that he was listening. “Shaw’s here.”

Tank perked up slightly and took a deep breath through their nose in hopes of catching the comforting scent of their pack, but they weren’t able to pick anything up. They furrowed their brows and slumped slightly, which Greg seemed to notice with ease.

“Senses still shot?” he asked, looking at them with a sympathetic look. They nodded and looked down at their cup of tea. He set a hand on their back and gently patted them a couple of times. “It might take some time for your senses to come back. That bloodsucker did quite a number on you.”

“Right,” they muttered, nodding their head once more.

David soon appeared in the opening of the bedroom. His eyes immediately landed on Tank and they could see visible relief roll off of him. Tank let a small smile pull at their lips before it dropped and disappeared completely. They were too drained to really hold anything up right now. Even the hot cup of tea cradled in their hands started to be too much for them to hold. Greg must’ve noticed that too because he placed his hand under the cup and carried the weight in the palm of his hand.

“Let me take that for you,” he said. Tank was grateful that they could drop their hands back to their lap as he took the mug from them and made his way over to where David was standing.

“I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done tonight,” David started, but he was promptly interrupted by Greg letting out a light chuckle. He placed a hand on the younger alpha’s shoulder and squeezed comfortingly.

“I already told you, David. You and the rest of the Shaw Pack are like family, especially that one over there,” Greg said, gesturing his head toward Tank. He couldn’t help but smile at the young wolf. He viewed them as one of his own kids. Same with David. “I’d do anything to protect you two.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, go on in. They just woke up a few minutes ago,” Greg said, patting David on the back a couple of times before looking over at Tank. “Can I get you anything else, kiddo?”

“I’m alright,” they said, shaking their head. “Thanks, Greg.”

The older alpha nodded once more, gave them both one last reassuring look, and then disappeared into the hallway. David stood frozen in the doorway for a few moments, looking Tank over a couple of times as they kept their eyes trained on the hardwood floor set below them. The tall alpha stepped towards Tank, keeping his strides steady and methodical. He kneeled down in front of them and fell still again.

Tank couldn’t bring themself to look him in the eye.

They wondered if he knew the whole story behind the night's events.

They hoped he knew that they didn’t go after Quinn. That the damned old-blooded vampire had jumped and snatched them while they were on their way home from work. That they didn’t go looking for him on their own. That they didn’t break the very promise that they had made to him and Sam.

They hoped he knew that.

They hoped he knew all of that.

David slowly and steadily raised one of his hands into the air, not wanting to startle them with any quick movement. He set his warm palm on the back of their head and eased them forward, pressing their foreheads together. They both closed their eyes and took a deep breath before Tank completely slumped forward to rest their head against his broad shoulder. He held them up with ease, letting them put their entire weight on him.

“You’re alright,” he whispered, embracing them comfortingly.

Tank squeezed their eyes shut and frowned, pressing their forehead against his shoulder even harder.

Tank wanted to cry.

They wanted to just cry and let it all out.

But they couldn’t bring themself to do that in front of David right now.

“I didn’t go after him on my own. I swear to fucking God, I didn’t go after him on my own. I don’t know how but he fucking jumped me and almost drained me and then we were in the middle of the woods in some fucking cabin and then—” Tank tried to explain in desperate rambles.

“Hey,” David said, shaking his head while slowly pulling them away. He looked them in the eye, making sure to keep them upright and steady as he tried to find the words he wanted to say.

He had never seen them so… vulnerable.

Tank had never been the type to show what was truly going on in their head or in their heart.

They had never been the type to show—what they would call—a moment of weakness.

Seeing them in such a state almost made him freeze.

“You’re not in trouble, Tank,” he started, keeping his voice as straight as he could. “I know you didn’t go after him on your own. And even if you had, you still wouldn’t be in trouble. The only thing the pack and I care about is whether or not you’re okay.”

Tank stared back at him with a wide-eyed look for a few beats before slowly nodding their head in response.

A set of car lights peeked through the blinds of the room, making both of their heads whip toward the window.

“That should be Ash, Milo, and Sam,” David said, sitting back to give them a little space.

The sounds of the front door opening, hushed deep voices, and rushed footsteps echoed down the hallway and led right to the bedroom. Sam soon appeared in the doorway in a flash, almost ramming into the doorway as he slid to a halt. His eyes met Tank’s and he let out a heavy sigh of relief before stepping forward and dropping to his knees in front of them.

David got back up to his feet to make ample space for the two to properly reunite. He made his way back over to the bedroom door, looked back at the pair once more, and then headed out to the living room, where the others were undoubtedly waiting to hear how the young wolf was doing.

“Can I touch, Darlin?” Sam asked as he hastily looked them over. Tears filled their eyes as they nodded their head in response. And the moment his hands gently graced their skin, they lunged forward and fell right into his embrace. Sam held onto them tight, not showing a damn sign of letting go anytime soon. He pulled them close into his chest, cradling his tough wolf.

“I swear I didn’t go after him, Sam,” Tank sobbed, finally breaking down in their mate’s arms. Hot tears streamed from their eyes and their shoulders shook from the intensity of their sobbing. “I swear I didn’t go after him. I promised that I wouldn’t and I swear I didn’t—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sam interrupted, shaking his head while gently patting their hair down on the back of their head. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t go after him. I know he got the jump on you.”

“I swear I didn’t break my promise,” they whispered, trying to speak coherently with their shaking voice.

“I know you didn’t, Darlin. I know you didn’t,” he reassured, pulling them in even more. He kissed their forehead and silently looked them over as he gently rocked them back and forth in hopes of soothing them. “Another healer got to you before I could, huh?” he said, smiling a bit while playfully jostling them around.

They smiled as their tears started to slow down.

They smiled.

And that was enough to make Sam’s heart melt even more.

“Mr. Keaton seems to care about you a whole lot. Nearly stared me down when he first opened the door,” he continued to joke, hoping to pull a little more of a smile from them as they started to calm down some more. He could hear their heart slowing down from the rapid pace it had once been set at.

“He’s protective, is all. It’s been a few years since I’ve really seen him and he’s still the same,” they muttered in response, slumping comfortably against his chest. “But don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he already likes you.”

“Now that’s just the healin’ magic gettin’ to your head,” he said, shaking his own head a bit.

They let out a light huff of a laugh.

Their heart had finally calmed down and Sam could tell that they were starting to slow down altogether. Healing magic had always struggled with putting Tank down. They seemed to always fight through the usual drowsy effects that typically came along with healing magic. But Sam could see that they were giving into it for once. He could see that they were accepting the fact that they needed rest and that they needed to—for once in their damn life—sleep and heal.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” they asked, slowly tilting their head up to look at him.

“Damn right I’ll be here, Darlin,” he said, nodding his head. They tilted their head up and managed to press a gentle kiss to his lips (with the help of him leaning down a bit to not strain their neck). “I’ll be right here.”

“Mkay,” they muttered, nodding their head as their eyes closed.

Sam didn’t care that they were sitting on the floor in their own little awkward bundle. He could wake up with a crick in his neck or a bad back and he still wouldn’t care. He was just happy to have his dear Darlin in his arms, listening to their heart beating clearly, and their lungs breathing in air.

Quinn was dead.

His mate was still breathing.

And they were okay.

They were okay.

#redacted darlin #redacted quinn #redacted gregory keaton #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted angst #redacted asmr #redacted audio #mr. ketaon coming in clutch as that father figure darlin needed <3 #quinn is a dick #but we already knew that

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restlesscrybaby · 1 year

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Vampire Jack and his s/o headcanons? 👀?

YASSS I WAS JUST WRITING THIS!!!

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~ VAMPIRE JACK HEADCANONS. ~

× 'The sun shines from my hands,' ×

☆ CONTENT WARNING: Blood, ☆

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Being with a vampire is never easy.

Let alone, one that was way bigger and stronger than you. I mean, he drank blood, come on!

When you two got together, even you were surprised.

...

Not really.

But it explained why he enjoyed the dark more, why the sun seemed to break out in a hissing rash, practically boiling his skin into disgusting bubbles.

It explained why his office was dark, why he only had candles lit around the area, or the fireplace was set on fire, crackling.

It explained why workers had disappeared, typically after messing up. He needed some kind of food.

Of course, being with a vampire isn't easy.

He despised garlic, obviously.

It wasn't easy trying to go out on a date, you typically just went on a picnic late at night.

Why any kind of stakes or anything caused him to want to leave anywhere it was.

Well, don't even mind that.

It was nice still.

Of course, one day, he took your hand into his, his arm making yours extend out, as he pushed his belly against your back. Confused, standing there, you were trying to just light a candle rhat sat upon his desk.

You tilted your head to the side, as you turned to peer at him. He leaned down, slightly hunched towards your ear, hot breath causing you to shiver.

He purred out some words,

"Please," He began, with a slight whisper taunting his tone, "Let me bite you."

Wha?

"But, Jack, that'll--" You were cut off.

"I know what it will do. I don't ever want you to leave me." He cooed out, the whispers tickling along your ear, causing you to shiver. He knew the charm he had against you.

"I... Oh, Jack," You cooed out, as you fluttered your eyelashes, "... Please, bite me, make me live forever with you."

...

You could practically feel a smirk, as you felt his face bury deep into the crook of your neck, lips brushed against your tender skin.

His lower jaw pulled open, as his mouth pushed against your neck. His lowered, his two sharp canines buried deep into your neck,

Almost a burning sensation, pain shivered from your neck, as he pulled hisnmouth away. Blood dribbled down from that open gash,

A long, sloppy, tongue flicked out, as he ran his tongue along the tender, pulsing, part of your neck. Blood coating his tongue, as he let out a satisfied hum.

You felt your body shiver, the pulsing pain only grew stronger, as wet lips surrounded the teeth wound.

He sucked the blood out, as you felt your head becoming light. Your jaw began to hurt, oh my god.

You...

Passed out...

...

You blinked away crust from your eyes, a small grumble bellowed from your throat, as you lifted yourself up. Your hands helping prop you up, your palms planting against the soft fabric of the bed.

Everything still hurt...

You turned your head, as tiredness fogged your brain, as you turned towards the vanity, with a golden mirror...

But nothing. Your own image fading in and out of your view, as though..

You weren't visible entirely to the mirror..

Oh god.

Wait a second--

He--

...

He did it.

He actually did it...

You lifted a hand, your pointer and middle finger poking at the teeth wound,.. It was open, but yet, no blood seeped out..

He did it.

...

You were one of his kind now.

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× 'It burns and perplexes you.' ×

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ENJOYYY THIS WA RUSHED SADLY

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #jack horner x reader #jack horner is so bbg #big jack horner x reader

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canyouhearthelight · 1 year

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The Miys, Ch. 219

Soooo.... as much as I love @baelpenrose, @writing-with-olive, @quantumizedinsanity, and many others for creating and beta reading this, I want to give a super extra special shout out to @lwgph and @freakfagot for very kindly letting me know that I completely skipped chapter 219 when I posted 220 last week.

And since 220 actually references events that happen in this chapter, I am looping around and posting it this week. Thank you both, so so much, for catching that.

Parvati still had not returned to work two days later, and I had just received a message that morning from Xiomara that she was requesting a leave of absence. As worried as I was, I probably would have done the same thing, so the leave had been granted, open-ended. There wasn’t much work to be done, anyway - all of the focus currently was on preparing for landfall, and jobs were locked in. Hannah and I could handle living space allocations, easily.

All of which did absolutely nothing to calm my worries as I poked at a vegetarian curry in one of the mess halls.

“I am reasonably certain it has given up fighting back,” a deep voice rumbled from behind me.

I turned halfheartedly to greet Jokul and invite him to take a seat. “Got a lot on my mind and no convenient crisis to distract me,” I admitted.

“Such is normally the human condition. Or so I am told.” He winced as he chewed a mouthful of pasta. “That is not what squash should feel like.”

“Apparently we ran out of food stock on butternut squash really quickly.” I sighed and gave up, pushing my food toward him. “Appetite’s off. It’s gobi masala, help yourself.”

He shook his head gently. “I do not enjoy cauliflower, but thank you.” After a moment of consideration, he set his fork down. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“Wish I could,” I sighed. “But it’s not my story to tell. A friend of mine is going through a lot right now, and wants some space. Given what they just confided to us about their past, I don’t blame them and it isn’t a situation where I can really push, you know?”

“I take it this friend is not of the variety to spar? I have not seen any new faces lately.”

“Definitely not the sparring type,” I confirmed. “That’s kind of what set everything off.”

He nodded in realization. “The situation with our escorts, I take it.”

I groaned and dropped my forehead onto my hands. Peeking between my fingers to see his reaction, I asked in defeat “Do you think we made a rash decision?”

“From what I understand, no. They believe we are inferior and wish to force us into that mold, correct?”

“Mm hmm.”

“We lack the martial capacity to fight directly, and allowing them to remain would instill sufficient paranoia that they need not take any action to divide us. But that is simply my belief. I take it that your friend believes differently.”

I nodded, head still propped on one hand as it had been so frequently lately. “They want us to find a more peaceful solution, or at least try something else before we go straight into the splodey parts.”

“Did they have such a solution to suggest?”

“No one has, as far as I can tell. That’s the problem. And with this person, it’s more complicated because of their past.”

“Not a cryptic phrase at all,” he teased gently before trying another bite of the pasta. “It is less objectionable when congealed, which is a terrible realization.”

That at least got a snort from me. “Some foods are like that. But we’ll have fresh food again before too long. They’re trying to conserve root stocks of everything that we are going to be growing on Von, and rather than waste everything else, we are using it up the best we can.”

“This cannot be the best use of these ingredients. I refuse to believe such blatant deceit.”

Another snicker. “That filling probably came from the console, if the texture is that bad. We were just talking the other day about how most console vegetables have the wrong texture. It doesn’t help - like, at all - that everyone likes them to be cooked to different degrees. From what Miys told me, the console basically takes an average and uses that.”

“A case in which no one wins,” he sighed dramatically. “But it does explain whatever this is.”

“Not everyone likes curry as much as I do,” I pointed out. “Otherwise, that would be the perfect solution.”

“You are correct. I rescind my objection, although I am going to strongly recommend they do not use the five tons of beets I have been harvesting as borscht.”

“Five tons? That’s…. A lot of borscht.”

“It could likely be better used as a reasonable amount of borscht, roasted beets, and a substantial amount of sugar,” he stated firmly.

I wasn’t going to argue. Instead, I flicked open my datapad and made a note to contact Grey and Xiomara about the idea. “Noted. And thank you. I like the resource distribution side of you, by the way.”

“I am certain Farro has made it clear: an unfortunately large part of being a warlord in the After was gathering and managing resources. It is all well and good to have someone attend to it for you, but one should always have a close eye on everything to avoid abuse.” As if to make his point, he shook a ravioli at me. “Beets are easy, everyone likes sugar. Making war is harder.”

His statement brought me back to the reason I was sulking as far from my office as I could get. “I already know what Arthur would do in this situation: he made it very clear to Charly that he only suggests we wait until we are on planet so that the GC doesn’t feel the need to send new escorts. But what would you do, knowing that not everyone agreed with a decision?”

“Anyone in our settlement was allowed to object to any decision we made, provided they were able to suggest an alternative. And then everyone would vote, in most cases. The only exception was generally when a decision needed to made quickly, such as a disaster or an attack.”

I blinked several times, skeptical. “It can’t be that simple.”

“Truthfully, it is not. Wrong decisions can still be made, but emotional ones were less likely when the person objecting had to provide the alternative rather than just objecting.”

“Thank you. For that, and for the beets.” I stood, picking up my half eaten food. “I’ll talk to the Council, see about opening a poll to the Ark. It will need to have a time limit on it - we land sooner rather than later.”

“Our people need opportunity, not time,” he shrugged. “If I have learned anything, it is that.”

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter Twenty-Four - Chapter Twenty-Five - Chapter Twenty-Six

@nightmareglitter

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Once again, they were in the hospital. Nancy sat with Eddie and Robin while the doctors took Steve away to be tended to. Nancy had been looked over as well and been given several shots for the scratches she received. She didn't realize that she had gotten so many on her face until she looked in the bathroom mirror. There was even a bite mark on her neck. The story was that they had been exploring an abandoned cabin out in the woods when bats attacked them, and to explain Steve’s road rashes, they told him that a stray dog had dragged him off, trying to get at the bats. It was a ludicrous story, but they seemed to believe it, and completely Robin's idea.

Wayne and Claudia were busy packing their things, getting ready to leave town. They had dropped Dustin off back at the Wheelers and dropped Lily off to bring Steve’s car to him. Meanwhile, they were all sitting in dazed silence. Well, Robin kept pacing back and forth, twisting her hands as she did so. Nancy realized Robin had a few scratches herself. It was fucked up, this situation of theirs.

"Mayhem's out there somewhere," Nancy mumbled.

"The question is. . . Is she still our Mayhem?" Eddie asked.

"I hope so," Nancy sighed.

Eddie laced his fingers through hers and kissed the back of her hand. It was quiet for a moment until Vickie popped into the room.

"Robin? I thought that was you," Vickie said. "What happened to your face?"

Vickie frowned as she moved forward to cup Robin's face. She stroked the scratches on Robin's face softly with her thumb.

"Oh. We were checking this abandoned cabin, looking for clues like we're Scooby-Doo or something, but all we found were bats," Robin said sucking in a breath. "We're fine, though. I'm fine! Very fine!"

Vickie blushed, realizing what she was doing. She pulled her hand back.

"I was just dropping off my dad's lunch. He forgot it at home," Vickie said.

Shit, was it really already lunchtime? Nancy's stomach rumbled.

"Yeah, right, cause your dad's like a doctor here," Robin said and Vickie smiled in amusement.

"I broke up with my boyfriend," Vickie blurted out, and she scowled. "Apparently, losing my cousin got in the way of his spring break. Me moping around wasn't fun for him. On top of all that, he said that Fast Times doesn't have a plot. Can you believe that? It's completely ridiculous! Plus, I think there's someone else - I mean something else that I have to figure out, and I think that I'm almost there, you know, to figuring it out. Um, anyway, I have to get this to my dad. I'll be seeing you, maybe not here because I don't think I want to see you with any more wounds, you know? Bye!"

Vickie scurried out of there pretty quickly, but not before Nancy caught the sight of her face turning bright red like Robin's was doing right now. Nancy shared a knowing look with Eddie.

"What?" Robin asked.

"Oh, nothing! I'm fine!" Eddie grinned.

"Very fine, in fact," Nancy said.

"Fuck off," Robin said as she plopped down beside them.

It wasn't long before Vickie popped back into the room and looked at Eddie frantically.

"Eddie, do you not know yet?" Vickie asked.

"Know what?" He asked.

"Jason and his friends got out of jail," Vickie said. "I heard from a friend that they're gunning for you."

"Shit! Goddamnit!" Eddie screeched.

"I never believed it. Not for a second," Vickie said. "I always believed you."

Eddie wasn't hearing it, though. He jumped up and started pacing the length of the waiting room. Nancy stood up and placed her hands on Eddie's shoulders.

"Baby, just breathe," Nancy said.

"I've got to run, get out of town. No, that's stupid. They'll just go after you guys. Maybe I can draw them away somehow," Eddie started muttering.

"I'm sorry, Vickie, but do you think you could give us a moment?" Nancy asked.

"Sure," Vickie said softly and turned to leave.

"Hey, Vickie?" Robin asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Anything for you," Vickie said, and Robin grinned brightly as Vickie left.

"Eddie, just breathe, relax. We're going to be prepared if they do come for you," Nancy said and cupped his face. "I will tear them apart with my bare hands before I let them hurt you."

"Yeah, I have no doubt about that," Eddie snorted.

He drew her closer and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Nancy smiled against the kiss as he poured every single emotion into it. She stumbled back until she hit the wall. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers.

"I love you," Nancy said sweetly.

"I love you too," Eddie said. "If you were cold, I'd open up my chest cavity and let you sit inside it."

"Aww," Nancy said.

"Aww?! That's disturbing, Nance!" Robin exclaimed.

"It's a Star Wars reference," Nancy said in amusement.

"Yeah, but still," Robin said.

"How the fuck did they get out of jail?" Eddie asked as he was pulled into Nancy's lap, letting her scratch his stomach.

"Yeah, I have no clue," Nancy said. "I didn't think getting out on bail would happen so quickly."

"Maybe someone's daddy has a judge in their pocket," Robin said and paused. "Hey, Nance, quick question. How are you able to be the big spoon while they're both little spoons?"

"Eddie and Steve alternate. I'm still the main big spoon, but sometimes Eddie's in the middle while Steve’s the little spoon. Sometimes, I wind up in the middle when they have a nightmare," Nancy said.

"So, you're their Nancy bear?" Robin asked and Nancy giggled.

"If you want to put it like that," she replied.

"Are your legs getting tired?" Eddie asked.

"No, I'm comfy," Nancy said and pressed a kiss to his shoulder as she squeezed him.

"Stop being cute! Some of us are still single!" Robin yelled.

"Not for long!" Nancy and Eddie exclaimed.

"Gah! Stop!" Robin exclaimed.

"Anything for you, Robin," Nancy said teasingly.

"Shut up!"

They quickly fell into silence as they waited for Steve to come back. Nancy's stomach growled again. Eddie jumped up from Nancy's lap.

"Lunchtime! I'll go get us some lunch," Eddie said and kissed Nancy's forehead.

He moved to do the same thing to Robin's forehead in a platonic manner before he changed his mind at the last minute. He grinned and licked her forehead. He cackled and quickly ran out of the room, dodging the magazine that Robin threw at him. Nancy giggled. She was pretty sure that they had been siblings in another life. Robin and Eddie were exactly like how she was with Mike.

"I hate him, I swear to God, I hate him," Robin said as she rubbed her forehead.

"No, you don't," Nancy said in amusement.

"As per usual, you're right, Nance," Robin said.

Pretty soon, Eddie returned with food from the cafeteria and passed them out.

"Are we allowed to take the food out of the cafeteria?" Robin asked Eddie.

"You know what? I'm not really sure. No one stopped me," Eddie replied with a shrug.

The hospital food wasn't that great but considering it filled their stomachs, it was better than nothing. Once they were done, Eddie pressed kisses to Nancy's scratches before pulling her into his arms and putting up the reclining chair. Nancy had just drifted off to sleep with Eddie's snores filling her ears when Steve came walking in, wearing a scrub shirt and Eddie's vest.

"Steve?" Nancy asked.

"Hey, baby. I went ahead and signed myself out against their wishes. They did have to stitch me up. They gave me some medicine and some ointments to put on my road rashes," Steve said. "I'm good to go."

"Are you sure?" Nancy asked.

"We should get back to the others. Besides, you know how I feel about doctors," Steve said.

"Well, they're not all bad, Vickie's dad is a doctor," Robin said. "And I totally have a thing about doctors too."

"Yeah, he was the one who tended to me. Great guy," Steve said. "He almost convinced me to stay."

Eddie snorted awake and grinned at the sight of Steve.

"You're back! Are you okay?" he asked, his brown eyes widening in concern.

"Just fine. Let's go," Steve said, slapping Eddie's knee.

"Don't we need your car to get out of here?" Eddie asked.

"Honestly, I kind of just want to get out of the building. We can wait outside for Lily," Steve said. "There are benches outside. Sorry."

Nancy smiled and pressed a hand to his cheek. She understood why Steve was so uncomfortable here, knowing what he went through in Starcourt. . .the torture and the doctor who come along with it. She stood on her tiptoes and pulled him into a deep kiss.

"Of course, let's get the hell out of here," Nancy replied.

They walked out of the hospital, and as soon as they did, Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Nancy pulled him into her arms and held him gently.

"I love you," Steve croaked.

"Talk to me," Nancy said softly.

"Trying not to think about Mayhem being out there somewhere," Steve said.

"Me too," Nancy said.

Eddie sniffled and pulled them both against him. Robin sighed before joining the hug, wiping tears away from her eyes.

"I'm glad you're alive, dingus," Robin sniffled. "You scared the hell out of us. . . I also hope that you somehow get Mayhem back, whatever she is now."

"I love you all," Nancy said.

"Nancy!" Robin gasped. "Hitting on me in front of your boyfriends!"

"You're my sister, you idiot," Nancy said.

"Aw, Nance," Robin said, grinning. "You're my sister, too."

The squeal of tires peeling in front of the hospital startled the group into separating. Her heart practically leaped into her throat when she saw Jason's car instead of Steve’s. When Jason got out of the car, he was holding a gun. Nancy cursed. Their weapons were at her parents' house. The other jocks stepped out, looking menacing but nowhere near as crazy looking as Jason. He held out the gun and pointed it at Nancy.

"You took away my girlfriend, now I'll take away yours," Jason said.

Eddie suddenly lunged in front of Nancy, breathing heavily, his face furious.

"It's me you're after, isn't Carver? So go ahead, kill me. I'm not going to stop you. You're the one with the weapon here," Eddie said as he walked up right to the gun. "And when you kill me and the crazy shit in this town still happens, I hope you realize that you killed an innocent man. An asshole for sure, but a killer? No, and neither are you. You're an abusive piece of shit who gives narcissists a bad name, but I don't think you're a killer. All I ever wanted to was play my game and give other kids a place to belong when society kicked them out for being different. . .for not conforming to their ideas of what people should be like: not a hair out of place. We didn't bother you. We just wanted to be left alone and play our fantasy game in peace. You came after us, hunted us, and tried to step on us like we're ants. In the game, we slayed monsters, and sure, there was magic, but we used it to defeat those monsters. . .to solve puzzles. . . To challenge ourselves. We did it as a team, and as much as we hate to admit it, it's much like your basketball game. Imagine if it was the other way around. If we were the ones hunting you down and killing people like you like you are doing now. . . Do you really think that we would kill a fellow nerd like Fred?"

"Maybe he - he tried to stop you. Maybe Chrissy tried," Jason said, wavering.

"I would never in a million years kill Chrissy. She was the first person, beside my uncle, to look at me like I was a person and not my con man asshole of a father. We were kids, and even though my father constantly caused problems, constantly walked out of my life, I still hoped that he would make an appearance at my talent show. I knew he wouldn't, and she knew he wouldn't, so she made a promise before I went on. She promised to cheer for me. . .this raggedy looking kid with holes in his pants, who felt like he didn't deserve to be treated with kindness. She saw me, though. Not Al Munson, just Eddie. So, would I kill her? No, fucking way. So, do it. Wash away my father's curse. Kill me! KILL ME!"

Eddie got down on his knees and pressed his forehead to the barrel, closing his eyes. Nancy was trembling, frozen to the spot in fear, and she reached out for Steve, holding onto him tightly.

"Do it, Jason, kill that freak," Andy snapped.

There was doubt in his eyes, and his hands shook. Nancy hoped that Jason would come to his senses and make the right choice. Looking at him, it almost seemed like he was fighting something or someone in his head. They never got to know what Jason's choice would be because a moment later, another car pulled up, and it still wasn't Steve’s. Tommy Hagan stepped out of the car as he pulled something out of the backseat. It was a baseball bat.

"Is there a problem here?" Tommy asked, twirling it in his hands.

"Alright, Hagan's come to back us up," Andy grinned.

"Oh. I came as back up but not for you assholes," Tommy said, pointing the bat at Andy. "Drop the guns or I break your fucking leg."

"Gun beats bat, dumbass," Andy replied.

"Baby! Why don't you step out of the car and get into the driver's seat?" Tommy asked.

Nancy's eyes widened as Walter stepped out of the car. He must have been sitting down in all of the pictures that Tommy had sent them because Walter was fucking tall. He glared at the jocks as he passed them and slipped into the driver's seat.

"Now, you tell me which is faster? Your pitiful looking gun or my car?" Tommy asked. "The car definitely has a higher chance of hitting you."

Walter revved the engine as he kept his cold stare on Andy. Another car pulled up to the hospital entrance. This time, it was Steve’s. Lily got out and pointed her gun at the jocks.

"FBI, DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" Lily yelled.

Jason glared at her for a moment, looked doubtfully at Eddie before nodding at the others.

"Let's go!" Jason hollered.

They piled into Jason's car and took off. Nancy, pale faced and nauseated, ran towards Eddie. She pulled him up off the ground.

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" Eddie exclaimed.

Nancy reeled her arm back and slapped him in the face, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

"Asshole! How could you do something so reckless? So stupid!" Nancy sobbed before surging forward and kissing him deeply.

Nancy pulled back to let Steve kiss him as well.

"I can't believe you did that. He could have killed you. You could have fucking died!" Steve said gripping his collar.

"I'm getting mixed signals here," Eddie said. "Are you angry or grateful?"

"Both," they said.

Steve and Nancy wrapped their arms around him, hugging him tightly as they cried.

"I'm just tired, so fucking tired," Nancy sobbed. "I'm sorry you felt like you had to do that."

"He was going to kill you," Eddie sniffled. "I couldn't let that happen."

They pulled away from the hug, wiping their eyes. Robin moved past them to get her own hug with Eddie. Tommy approached the group.

"Tommy, what are you doing here?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Saving your boyfriend's ass, apparently. I told you I was coming down for spring break, and we were freaked out when we heard about the murders then when we couldn't get a hold of you. Finally, someone told us that they spotted you in the hospital," Tommy said. "What the hell is going on, man?"

"There's no time for this, let's get back to the house," Lily said. "Do you trust this man?"

"With my life apparently," Steve smirked and pulled him into a hug. "It's good to see you, man."

"You too. You look like shit, by the way," Tommy laughed.

Nancy smiled as she watched them for a moment before piling into Steve’s car. She knew how much it had meant for Steve for Tommy to come back into his life as the boy he had befriended a long time ago. She had to believe that things that were once bad could be good again, and here there was, further proof that second chances could exist. Her relationship with Steve and Eddie was the first proof that things could change for the better. She just had to keep fighting for it.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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