#i was fully expecting to not get any more money until next week

[meanderfall]

aw yeah im actually going to be able to buy food this week!!!!

#yeah babey #listen i took an unpaid vacation last week #i was fully expecting to not get any more money until next week #but ho ho ho turns out i had accumulated pto over the past year #and when it's unused they pay it to us directly #the timing of it all #it was completely coincidental but im so pleased #i had a full 40 hours too hell yeah!!!! #i love being able to eat lmfao

[channiesbedroom]

Worth it | bc

o.m.g. my first ever actual post! Enjoy and send me any comments pls! My lack of smut experiences should be very clear

NSFW - Minors DNI!!!!

You've been counting down the days until Chan comes home, so imagine your surprise when you wake up to find him tucked in bed next to you.

Bangchan x Female Reader

Fluff & Smut

// Strong language, boyfriend Chan is the best, interchangeable use of 'Chan' and 'Chris' (sorry), explicit sexual content, references to pregnancy, minor breeding kink lol //

The sunlight floats through the half-closed blinds, waking you gently. You try to turn to your side, surprised when a weight presses onto your waist, pulling you slightly.

“Babe, stop moving.” A rough voice grumbles. You finally open your eyes, smiling softly when you spot his dark hair, his face buried in the pillow, and his arm tossed over you.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet!” You whisper, trying not to make your excitement too noticeable. Chris had been in the Philippines for a week, with, as far as you knew, another 3 days left until it was time for him to come home. You’d fallen asleep early last night after a long day at work, crashing fully clothed on the couch at 8pm, but now somehow you’re in your most comfortable set of pyjamas, tucked up in bed.

“When did you get back?” You hear him grumble again at your question, finally shifting himself to face you, his hand moving from your waist to stroke your cheek.

“9 last night. I was so excited to see you! Imagine my disappointment when I walked in to find you fast asleep. You didn’t even wake up when I carried you across the house and changed your clothes. Babe, I even took your makeup off for you!” He has an exasperated look on his face, and you can’t help but laugh at his dismay. Snuggling closer into his chest, you sigh.

“I had a long day. If I knew you were coming back, I would’ve stayed up all night. Don’t blame me!” He pulls you in for a soft, chaste kiss, then goes back to stroking your face.

“I love seeing your face in person. I’m never going away again; I can’t handle more facetime.” He chuckles, his whole body moving. You know that isn’t true, you’re pretty sure he loves being the leader of stray kids more than he loves you, and that doesn’t bother you at all.

“Maybe I’ll just come with you next time. It’s not like I’d miss my job much.” You mutter, not expecting Chris to hear you. Suddenly, he pushes you back slightly, a dazed look on his face.

“You’d do that? You’d quit your job to travel with me?” He breathes. You purse your lips, weighing up your answer.

“Yeah.” You whispered. “I love you. I hate my job. If we had the money, I’d never work again just to be next to you for as long as possible.” You’re still whispering, unsure whether this is the answer he wanted. You’ve been a couple for 5 years, so your relationship isn’t new, but you still can’t be certain, insecurity making you anxious. Finally, you look up to make eye contact with him. His eyes are wide, tears gathering at one corner.

“Baby. Don’t tease me.” His voice is shaky.

“I’m not teasing you. I would. Seriously.” He pulls your face towards him, his previously gentle kisses becoming hotter and harsher, teeth pulling on your bottom lip.

“I love you more than anything in the world.” He sighs into your mouth before grabbing your waist again and pulling you onto his lap, sliding backwards so that his back is against the headboard. You giggle, gripping at his shoulders to keep your balance.

“You’re ridiculous.” You tease. His hands start to slide up the edges of your cami top, cold on your warm skin. You can feel the bulge in his pyjama pants, and you feel yourself giggling again. “Chris, my Darling.” He stops, dark eyes gazing up at you.

“Baby?”

“Does emotional intimacy really turn you on this much?” He rolls his eyes, gripping your skin harder and pulling you in for a wet kiss.

“It does. It really does. You should be intimate with me in every way, including emotionally.” He’s surprisingly serious, looking up through thick lashes, but you know he’s the one teasing now, as he begins to grind his hips. His hands start moving again, the thin piece of silk easily slipping over your head. “Mmmm.” He hums, gently placing his palms over your bare breasts. “I think I missed these the most.” You smack his hands playfully before reaching for his white t-shirt.

“Off please.” He lets go of your tits with a huff, stretching his arms upwards so you can slide the top off, resting your hands on his tight abs.

“I missed these the most.” It’s his turn to smack away your hands from where they’re caressing his muscles, turning you over so you’re lying on your back on the soft bed. The crotch of your shorts has already darkened from your arousal, and Chris notices immediately.

“The evidence doesn’t agree with that statement babygirl. These …” He pulled on the damp fabrice “tell the truth.” It takes him only a second to pull both the shorts and your underwear off at the same time, lifting your knees so that you’re fully exposed. As he slides further down the bed, you jump at a sudden ringing. Your phone, which is plugged in on the side table, is buzzing loudly. You grimace as you reach for it, sitting back up.

“Babe, don’t answer it.” Chan groans.

“It’s work, I have to.” You sigh, answering immediately. “Hello?” Your boss immediately starts ranting at you, begging you to come into the office as soon as possible, despite the fact it’s supposed to be your day off. You look down the bed to where Chris has started placing light kisses on your stomach, moving slowly further and further down.

“Quit. Just quit. We can afford it.” He whispers, making intense eye contact.

“Actually.” You interrupt your boss as he continues to ramble. “I resign. Effective immediately. Family business, you know.” Your boss is finally stunned into silence, right as Chris’ kisses start again, this time on the top of your thighs. “Sorry. Look, I have to go. Call Jae-si if you need any help, she knows what I’ve been working on.” With that, you hang up, and reach down to pull Chris’ face to yours.

“I can’t believe you did it.”

“I told you I would.” You chuckle, placing a light kiss on his nose. “You’d better make sure there’s an extra ticket for your next flight.” He pushes you back roughly, sliding until his nose is right by your clit. You had boyfriends before Chris, but no one could ever make you come from eating you out, you would swear he was magic. Breathing heavily, you grip the sheets. “God” You gasp. He hums.

“That’s not my name baby. Try again.” You roll your eyes. Even in the heat of the moment, he continues to make stupid jokes. You’re thrown over the edge suddenly, before you even realise it’s happening, body almost convulsing with the waves of pleasure.

“You are a god, Chris, I’m not kidding.” He leans over you, bare chest to bare chest, placing damp kisses onto your exposed neck.

“I love you.” He whispers, before sitting up, startled. “Wait, did you buy a new pack of condoms?” Your hand flies to your mouth. No, you haven’t bought a new box since you finished the last one. It had been months since you stopped taking the pill after 8 years on it, hoping that you might feel better off it. Chris purses his lips.

“I mean.” He carries on kissing your jaw. “We could risk it.” You push him up so he’s kneeling.

“If we risk it, you know I could get pregnant, right? Would you be ready for that?” You raise an eyebrow. He smiles, grin stretching all the way to his eyes.

“Fuck yes I’m ready for that.” Giggling with you, he slowly pushes himself into you, both shivering from the sensation. He’s gentle, sweet as he relentlessly places soft kisses on your neck, across your jaw, and over your cheeks. His thrusts speed up, and the kisses stop as he seems to head closer to his orgasm, bringing you along with him.

“Close?” You whimper, and he groans into your neck, nodding fast.

“So close babygirl. You?” You nod back.

“Where do you want me to come?” You lick your lips, making direct eye contact again.

“In me. Just do it.”

“Shit babe, really?” He gasps, and you nod back. Suddenly, you feel a new warmth as Chan’s release paints your insides. “Fuck you’re amazing.” He relaxes, pulling out slowly and lying himself next to you, breathing heavily. Without warning, you sit up, throwing his arm off your naked chest.

“Fuck!” He frowns, confused at your sudden outburst. “I just quit my job!”

#bang chan fluff #bang chan smut #bangchan x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #chan smut #chan x reader #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #skz imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfiction

[ellaa-writes]

Good Dog

author note: Part 3 yay!! Series list found here. I actually edited this one, I know! Probably still mistakes lol, I love writing this type of Simon but mean Simon is still my favourite. Reader and Simon parts are going on at different times, weeks apart, just in case of any confusion of time line. Enjoy!

summary: His favourite words include; down boy, good dog, heel, fetch and his most favourite, get 'em. Well trained, and listens good. Loyal through and through. Always striving to be the absolute best. Ready to attack at all times, always on guard. Loves discipline, either giving or receiving. Working for a criminal mastermind, lurking in the shadows. You both trying not to be seen or noticed but after one unlucky night, all you both can see are the ghosts. He invades your life, if you both like it or not.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Simon, Beta Reader, Bad Scottish lingo (I tried). Very tame and a chapter filler.

You hadn't seen Simon in a few weeks, must have gotten bored you thought, eventually everyone leaves so why wouldn't he. Things felt different with him, like timed slowed down and life finally had a meaning.

You stopped in front of a news stand, big bold letters. OMEGA POPLUATION HITS AN ALL TIME LOW; leading scientists may have found a solution. You snatched the paper and handed the worker $5 telling him to keep the rest as you rushed back home paper in hand. The title wasn't what caught your attention, it was a few paragraphs down the words doctor and experimental procedure. Tossing your belongings on the dining table soon as you entered your grungy apartment.

Reading the article fully, then once more. Doctors have developed a experimental drug that could alter a Beta women's chemistry. Tricking the body into thinking its an Omega, a few experiments have been conducted and results have so far been proven successful. But they are searching for more Beta women to submit themselves into the program.

Those words playing over and over in your head, becoming an Omega, and having a loyal and supportive Alpha. Not having to worry about all the small things, not having to work and struggle to make ends meet. You could leave your pathetic life behind.

All Simon did was follow orders, being the good dog, he is. A successful mission out of the way, the Boss left before he did. Having to hurry back cause of his Omega. Simon used to have dreams about settling down, but that was before he became ghost. Stupid child aspirations, but mostly because he felt like he didn't deserve one. And who would want him as an Alpha, all teeth, and hard edges. It would be a punishment to be stuck with him until death, and death would be the reward.

You jotted the number down on a piece of paper and stuck it to your fridge. You didn't have to decide now, but you were tempted to.

Dealing with Makarov was easier than expected most of these men act tough on the outside but soon as you start pulling out their insides, they change their tune. He wasn't in too much of a hurry to get home, it's been two weeks since he last saw her, he's been keeping his distance, not wanting to poison her cause that's what he was poison.

It was very late into the night when he finally arrived in the city, driving down the desolate neighborhoods till he found himself parked in front of his apartment. Not the one across from hers but the one he bought himself soon as he had enough money too. The only thing that remained from his previous life. Cutting the engine and walking inside.

He still had a landline, hard wired into the wall next to the thermostat. He's never used it and has never had anyone call it. Not like many people have the number anyways, emergency he told himself when he bought and installed it all those years ago. Having the number updated in his file, but now it hangs there mockingly. Much to his surprise when he walked into his quiet home, a little red dot glowing from the device.

He ignored it at first, taking his clothes off to take a quick shower. To wash away the memories that still plague him, the water never being hot enough. He stood there in nothing but a towel around his waist. Staring at that glowing red light, missed call.

He should just delete it, but he decided to play the message. A voice came through the small speaker, one that he thought he'd never hear again. John Price.

"Oi Simon, it's John. Ain't sure if this dog and bone's still on the go. Tried your mobile, but it's saying it's disconnected. Anyways, thought I'd drop you a bell 'cause we're gonna be in the city for a bit. Fancy a chinwag, like the old days, yeah? So, give me a call, same digits as ever. It'd be proper nice to catch up, Simon."

It was silent for a while afterwards, only Simon's heaving breathing filling up the space. Not once did they call him while he was locked up doing time, not once did they reach out and say they cared. They were family once, at least he thought they were. Stupid.

All the rage simmering up inside of him finally boiled over the edge. Simon grabbed the stupid phone and slammed it into the wall as hard as he could, again and again until there was nothing left but broken pieces of plastic, wiring and now a hole in his wall.

It only took you three hours of pacing back and forth in your tiny apartment, the small piece of paper stuck to your fridge door taunting you. As the line rang you debated on hang up, forgetting any of this happened but it was to late. The reception answered your call, redirecting you to the head of the project. Giving a little info over the phone they scheduled you in for the same day if you could make it. It was on the other side of town, the side you hardly went to cause there was no need. Unless you wanted to make yourself feel even more shitty about your life.

He debated if he should call, be the bigger person the little voice in his head called out. They had their reasoning for abandoning him, for treating him like the plague, they had to, right?

You were on the bus, watching as the fading sun descended and the moon turned brighter. The glow of city coming to life, some many people out and about. You barely had enough money to and back, getting off at the stop further away. Walking the rest to save a bit of cash and take in the scenery. The air was crisp, it never got too cold during the winter season. Also, long as the wind stayed away it was a mild year so far.

To say this was awkward was an understatement. Simon sat across from the beta Scottsman, not much has changed he thought. The group of men still joking around like nothing happened like good ol' times, they kept trying to get him in on it. Simon soon realised that this was a mistake, all of it. Calling Price and picking out this bar. They weren't his pack anymore, they ditched him soon as things went south.

Simon's grip on his glass of bourbon tightened when Johnny yelled "Right Lt." the group getting quiet afterwards, Johnny knew he fucked up. Simon got up abruptly, taking a big gulp of the burning liquid amber, polishing off his drink before slamming it back down.

"Goin’ for a smoke." as he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. Marching towards the front door. He could hear Kyle's faint call of his name, the beta man always playing mediator, Price holding Johnny back like an Alpha would a misbehaving puppy as Simon made his way outside.

"Bunch of fuckin' pricks." it was a whisper to himself, digging out his pack of smokes and shoving one into his mouth. Lighting it with ease as he sucked in a big lung full. The door to the bar opened and closed, fully expecting to smell the cigar-soaked Alpha but instead it was Johnny tail between his legs.

"I ken ye dinnae wanna gab about it." he tried but Simon cut him right off. "I don't." blowing a huge cloud in the betas face. "Weel, someone's gotta." he just wanted some fucking peace and quiet. "The start talkin’ or shut the fuck up." dropping his finished cigarette to the ground, giving it a good stomp before putting another to his lips.

"Things have changed, ye've changed. Ah ken everything's aw fucked up right now. We tried-" Simon huffed out a stiff laugh, not believing a thing the Scott was saying. He could see his lips still moving but he couldn’t hear what he was saying as a familiar scent caught his nose.

Before Simon could think a small body collided with Soaps as he stepped out towards the curb with a hand to the back of his neck. "Ah, fuck, sorry ‘bout that, lass." Simon watched in slow motion as you got knocked off balance. Johnny reaching out to help the poor thing but before, he could feel the growl coming from his chest and throat. Pushing the Beta to the side as he took a hold of you, bring you to his chest.

He could hear your lower whimper, there was something different about you. Your scent was sweeter, it was pulling him in like a bee to a flower. "Simon?" letting out in a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?" you looked up into his eyes. Your hands resting against his chest, the hard muscle underneath flexing, a low rumble coming from within. You’ve never seen him like this, so casual but also feral, eyes blown and panting.

"Am I interrupting ye in the midst of somethin'?" Johnny didn't know what the hell was going on. Looking at the Omega flushed against the old Alpha, he was just happy that after everything that happened it was nice to see his old lieutenant finally settling down with such a sweet thing. Simon finally broke his gaze from you, settling it on the Beta. “It was a nice chat, gotta go.”

"Come, I'll drive you home." he stated, gripping your upper arm as he moved you towards his car. The more you stood outside surround by people the more Simon got irritated. He couldn't put his finger on it, the changes within you. He'd been away from a couple of weeks; it was hard staying away but he had a responsibility and a job to do. "I can take the bus." you tried moving around Simon, spotting the other man who was now gawking. "Like hell." Simon held onto you firm, walking you to his car.

"See you around." the Scott yelled from somewhere behind. He couldn't wait to tell the other two men of what he witnessed. The grumpy old Alpha had found himself a sweet Omega.

The drive home was in silence, not even the radio to help ease the awkward tension building up in the car. When Simon pulled onto your street you gathered your belongings. "Wait." you snapped your head to the driver's side.

"What were you doing out so late?" he was trying to interrogate you "I had an appointment." you held your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. "Hmm" Simon grunted out, the whole way back to your apartment he had to stop himself from pulling the car over and pouncing on you.

Something wasn't right and he didn't like it or maybe he did. It confused him nonetheless and he wanted answers.

"You want to come up?" you don't know why you asked, why those words spilled out of your mouth. Simon was surprised too, cocking his head to side. "Sure." he cut the engine.

Once inside your apartment you didn't bother asking him if he wanted anything to drink. Unless he's into expired milk or tap water. The hulking man walked around your small place, picking things up and putting them down. Take in his surroundings, he already didn’t like you living in this area. He’s scoped out your apartment, the front door was a piece of shit, with a little bit of a jiggle and it popped open.

Walking towards your dingy couch he noticed the paper on the table, picking it up he scanned the words. You didn't.... His eyes found your form, busying yourself around your small kitchen. Shoving dirty dished into the sink to be forgotten about till later. Simon sniffed the air again, there was that familiar scent again. The smell of an Omega, the similar one that clung to his Boss, that filled every space of his home.

Omega.

He felt is heart quicken, his blood run thin. He's only had this feeling a few times, he was going to throw up and pass out at the same time. You noticed his completion pale, worrying you, grabbing a glass and filling it with your last bottle of water. Rushing to his side and calling his name.

Simon was so far away; he was in the middle of the raging ocean. The waves crashing over him, pulling him deeper under every unforgiving wave. Lungs full of burning salt water, gasping with arms stretched to the sky.

You could do the only thing you could think of you climbed into his lap. Curling yourself around him, rubbing your scent glad over his nose and mouth.

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hi Atlas!

Possible trigger warning? Head injury

May I request some BAU x reader where reader hits their head and the team (or just one character if that works better for you) is worried?

A little angst but being in fluff and potentially a hug from one or more characters?

I’d would be a plus if you could add a juice box in there somewhere. Thanks!

Gender neutral reader would be awesome. A short story, I think? Whatever works for you

You don’t actually remember hitting your head - which is probably a bit of a red flag. You remember getting out of the SUV, geared up and ready to go in and arrest the unsub. And then nothing, until you woke up on the floor, blood dripping into your eye.

You were new to the team, you had only been on a few cases but you quickly felt welcomed to the team - despite not knowing them fully just yet, From what you gathered, Hotch was the father figure of the team, Rossi seemed like the cool uncle, Derek and Emily acting as older siblings, Penelope and JJ as middle siblings, and Spencer and yourself as the younger siblings (at least that seemed to be the vibes you had gotten thus far). And so, when you woke up, still in the abandoned building, surrounded by the team, you weren’t overly surprised.

“Did you get the unsub?” You asked, forcing yourself to sit up. Hotch’s hand immediately went to your shoulder, steadying you. 

“Easy, kid,” Derek chimed.

“He properly conked me, huh?”

“Yep,” Emily responded, “You’ll bounce back in no time though,”

“The ambulance is on it’s way,” 

“The ambulance?” You looked at Hotch and Rossi, “I’m completely fine,”

“Actually, you were unconscious for at least ten minutes, which indicates that you are, not in fact, fine.” Spencer said.

You groaned, before wincing and placing a hand on your head. “Should not have groaned,” You mumbled. 

“Come on,” Hotch said, him and Morgan gently helping you stand. “I think the ambulance is here,”

“Don’t we normally have paramedics on standby?” You ask, voice a whisper. 

“We weren’t exactly expecting you to get injured,” Morgan teased lightly. 

Soon enough, you were all patched up and given the all clear to fly, as long as you got plenty of rest and took it easy for the next two weeks - getting in contact with a doctor if any symptoms got worse or if you developed any further symptoms. Turns out, getting injured came with its bonuses, one of which was getting the couch on the jet. Granted, Hotch and Rossi were watching over you like hawks, but you got to sleep on the couch (which was ridiculously comfortable, by the way). After just over an hour of sleeping, Hotch gently woke you up, telling you that you were back, you nodded and got up slowly. You tried not to flush red when you realised you were taking it so slow (to avoid dizziness) that five minutes had passed. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” You mumbled. “I’m taking forever,”

“Take as much time as you need,” JJ reassured. 

Slowly but surely, you made your way down the steps. When you stepped out of the elevator, Penelope immediately lit up. 

“Oh thank God you’re okay!” Penelope exclaims, immediately bringing you into a hug. This was quickly followed by a hug from JJ, Emily, and then Spencer. You watched, curious (and mildly scared) as Penelope ruffled through her bag for a moment. She handed you a small object. “Have a juicebox.” She stated.

“A juicebox?”

“A juicebox.”

You continued to stare at her in confusion, “What?- I’m so confused,”

“Whenever someone is injured, or not feeling themselves,” Garcia started, “I give them a juicebox.” She gave a shrug. 

“O-oh, okay, thank you,” You stuttered out, unsure of what to do with this information. “Did you want some money for the juicebox?”

“Oh, newbie, you have so much to learn,”

#bau x male reader #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #derek morgan #emily prentiss #david rossi #aaron hotchner #x male reader #x reader #concussion #bonked on the head

[roronoaism]

♥︎ GUEST STARRING ! ♥︎

+ warnings: unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, cam girl! reader, praise?, modern au!, sex on camera, creampie, mentions of jealousy, mentions of vibrators, porn w plot, sorta rough + ooc albedo

+ ft: best friend albedo 

+ desc: he was and still is your best friend, and has always supported you through your ups and downs. but this new career you’ve pursued and kept from him has him jealous of the attention,,, maybe it’s time you have a guest star for a stream?

nsfw under the cut,, mdni !!

for @ayatomic​ girls on film collab !

you and albedo had always been there for each other. the two of you were seen as inseparable, and had promised to be there for one another through thick or thin. time had proven you two right. 

normally, there weren’t any secrets in your relationship. you told him everything, and he told you everything, whether it was embarrassing or not. 

but this, this you couldn’t tell him about. and somehow, he hasn’t found out.... yet. 

summer had swept the city, and with the season comes boredom. normally, you would help albedo with his alchemy studies, since he took courses over summer. but this one would be different. it was time you got a job to help pay for the shared rent, and desperate times call for desperate measures. 

so that’s how you got here. you started streaming as a camera girl, getting yourself off on streams whenever your albedo wasn’t home. it got you a LOT of money, quickly, and he didn’t question where it came from (after all, he thought so highly of you, why would he ever CONSIDER the fact you might be showing 40 year old men your glistening folds on cam?)

of course, every secret finds its way out.... eventually. and sometimes, the way those secrets are found out are embarrassing. 

you didn’t want him to find out like this, archons, you didn’t even expect him to come home this early. yet here he was, standing in the door, watching you get off in front of your webcam. 

you stared at him, his face blushing and warming. please, shhh, you mouthed to him, hoping he would get the cue. albedo nodded, a look of worry and confusion on his face. he sat by the door, and stared at his lap. 

a couple more minutes passed, and you wrapped up your stream. 

“albedo, what the fuck?” you said, without making any eye contact.

“i should be saying that, y/n.... what was that stunt back there? are you selling yourself? making porn? what’s going on?” your best friend looked up at you woundedly. “if your having some sorta self confidence issues, you know you can tell me, right?”

“i’m sorry, bedo, i shoulda be more honest. i’ve been doing this for a couple weeks to make money so i can help with the rent, i felt guilty and-”

“it’s fine, i just wish you woulda told me......”

“‘m sorry bedo” you whispered, hugging him. you didnt realize how awkward it was until he said “uhm, y/n, your clothes are still off-”

                                                         ----

the next couple of days passed by in a blur. albedo went back out to research, and you continued on with your streaming. everything seemed normal again, at least to you. however, on albedo’s hand, that wasn’t the case.

he grew jealous of the attention you were giving to others, and vice versa. it felt like you just didnt have time for him anymore, let alone that there was probably some other things you were keeping from him. 

albedo had a nice surprise for you, and defiantly one for your sick twisted ‘fan base’.

                                                        ----

albedo came home earlier the next day, walking into you shoving a vibrator in and out of your abused cunt and rubbing your tits while moaning some random guys name.

he rolled his eyes, waiting in the living room for you to be done with whatever nonsense some man with unlimited cash had asked you. it only took ten more minutes till you walked out, fully dressed and cleaned up.

“hey, bedo! how was your day”

“it was normal, but sweetheart, you better turn that camera back on.” he whispered into your ear, cornering you back into your room.

“huh? why do i-” you were cut off my albedo jabbing his knee between your all ready sensitive pussy, giving him a small mewl from the shock.

“maybe its time you had a guest star?” albedo cooed in your ear, turning your legs into jelly. “after all, youve been keeping some attention away from me...”

you slowly walked over to the computer, booting up another live stream. the amount of views spilling in was insane, and you payed no attention to albedo until you realized he was grinding against you, kissing and marking up your neck.

he roughly grabbed you, pushing you down on the bed and ripping off the robe you had grabbed. “lets see how messy i can get you, not some rich bitch.” he hissed in your ear.

albedo pulled aside your panties, the pretty lace ones you normally wore on streams, and jammed two fingers inside. “look at you, already a wet soppy mess, and all i did was tell you maybe you needed a guest star. it’s fine, you look pretty like this~” he nibbled at your ear lobe, listening to the enticing sound of your pretty pussy taking his fingers in and out, and the heavenly mewls and moans you were giving him.

“fuck, your so good princess, look at you, sucking in my fingers,, archons, wonder how desperate youd be for my cock”

you rolled your head to the side, hearing the blings from the computer over your moans and albedo’s fingers squelching in and out of you. comments about the new guy were pouring in! it seems your fans liked seeing you get fucked by someone.

“oh? they like it, huh? guess we’ll give them more~” albedo pulled his fingers out roughly, before sucking them. “god, you taste heavenly sweetheart,, such a shame im gonna demolish your pretty cunt in fronta all these people, huh?”

albedo pulled off his boxer, and threw them near the webcam, before aligning himself with your pussy. he gave you a single smirk, then thrusted right into you. oh, the pleasure! his dick was hitting all the right spots, your best friend had you moaning and mewling like a starved women!! and the viewers were loving it, thousands of dollars were just being dropped into your account!

“b,bedo, please please more!! more-” you whimpered, who knew your best friend could have u wrapped around his finger AND film you two fucking? your pussy was spasing around his dick, sucking him further into your gummy walls.

“l,love ,, your so tight holy shi-it,, ‘m gonna fuck you stupid, got it?” he pounded into you, pushing his face between your neck and shoulders so he could cover your body in precious hickies

“princess, you’re doing so well for me, so well,,, mm”

you felt your high approaching, the knot growing in your stomach. albedo could tell too, so he did nothing other than pound you further into the bedsheets, his dick hitting your cervix. “bedobedobedo” was all you could chant, head rolling to the side from the pleasure coursing through you.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum, r,right into your pretty hole, mkay love?” albedo moaned into your ear, his thrust becoming sloppy and uneven. his words sent you over, your orgasm crashing down on you.

albedo groaned at your cunt tightening around his dick, before cumming right inside of you. he pulled out, watching his seed slowly flow outta you. albedo grabbed the camera and pulled it closer to your cunt.

“see, this is what you could do if you fucked this toy in person, and not your fist” he said to your dedicated fans, slightly out of breath.

as for the money, that just kept flowing in. you guessed albedo might have to be featured on here more often. and that idea had you flustered and a wet,, again.

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Bruises - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader (Part 3)

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part 3/?

summary: Self-doubt creeps in with the morning after and a conversation with Holly sends your thoughts in a million different directions. Will Eddie actually call? Does he really want to get to know the real you, or will it go the way of all your past relationships? 

warnings: Adult themes and content so MINORS DNI! This chapter gets pretty candid about dating, love, and confidence as a plus size person and some of the trauma that can be involved in that, so read with caution. mentions of fatphobia, societal expectations of larger bodies, being sexualized and fetishized as a plus size person, skinny friends offering somewhat triggering advice, body positivity vs. toxic positivity, and general feelings of self-doubt and healing trauma. Eddie is a bit of a perv with reader’s underwear, but no smut just yet. 

genre: angst, a little bit of fluff at the end

word count: 7.7k

author’s note: Writing this part kind of broke my brain a little and got honestly pretty personal, so I want to thank @boomhauer​ and @wroteclassicaly​ for talking me through it and being so kind and willing to read over a section that was tripping me up. ❤️ 

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You perch on the edge of Holly’s bed, same spot you had been just the day before, instead this time you are absently listening to Holly as she prattles off all the salacious details of her escapades with Theo the bassist the night before. 

“Is it safe for me to even sit on the bed? Should I have disinfected it first before I sat down?” you cringe and adjust in your spot as she describes in graphic details all the ways and places Theo had made her cum. 

“Ugghh don’t be such a prude, Y/N. He didn’t make me cum in exactly that spot, it was right there,” she laughs and pats the spot next to your right thigh, causing you to hop up off the mattress and cross your arms, finding a new seat on the edge of her desk.

“How did you manage your mom not hearing any of this? Wasn’t she home last night?” you ask. Holly’s mom, Jen, had been a gracious host for the summer thus far, always making sure you and Holly had a fully stocked fridge and would even leave some extra pocket money out for pizza or the movies, a concept you were wildly unfamiliar with when you first saw the crisp fifty dollar bill just sitting out on the counter. But Jen was often gone, spending a lot of her time at the hospital with Holly’s dad since his illness had progressed so much. 

“No…she ended up having to go in to see Dad…” her voice deflating as she picks away the loose skin from the perpetual summer sunburn on her arms. She plops down on the bed and begins to inspect her other arm, brushing her palm absently along the tender skin. 

“Well at least you and Theo could get as loud and rowdy as you wanted to then,” you offer, quickly changing the subject knowing that her dad isn’t a subject Holly wants to dredge up at that very moment. Holly smirks and cheers again, diving right back in to divulge more and more detail about the sex. 

“I think he might have made official boy toy of the summer status. I asked him what his plans were for the summer, and he said me. He said he wants to spend as much time as possible with me until we both have to go back to college. Isn’t that so sweet?” she blushes and bites her lip, only making you roll your eyes. 

Holly had a tendency to attract men wherever she went, and she always found one charmer, ‘dumb and eager to make her cum’, that she would fall for hard and fast. You certainly weren’t slut shaming Holly, hell you’d had your fair share of fun, but Holly always managed to turn that fun into relationships. Whether they lasted only a week or two or several months, you always see the way she was willing to love with her whole heart, unapologetic and not scared to get hurt in the process. 

Whenever Holly did have a breakup, she’d have a good cry, eat several pints of Ben and Jerry’s without ever gaining a single pound, brush herself off and get back out there without even a chip on her shoulder. She made love look easy, she made it look like being loved was easy. You hated to admit your envy of her, an inky viridescence that seeped through your veins and clawed away at the walls of confidence you had worked so hard to build up over the years. 

“Did you hear me, Y/N, I said isn’t that sweet? That he wants to spend all his time with him this summer?” Holly’s dulcet voice shakes you away from your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Super sweet. I mean, just be aware that it might not work out when you both go back to college, so it might not be worth the heartbreak of getting into a relationship with that on the horizon,” you reply gloomily, often confusing pessimism for realism in order to keep your expectations for situations and the people in them low. Holly gives you a stern look, scolding you with her icy blue eyes.

“Don’t be such a poophead! So what if it doesn’t work out when the fall comes. But what if it does and what if Theo is the man that I fall in love with and marry and we are together forever and ever? If I never give it a shot just because there is a chance of heartbreak then I’ll never know, will I,” Holly muses, and while you hate to concede to the soft romantic notions she is spewing, you know she has a point. It might be worth it to have some carefree fun for the summer, though you could take or leave the part about wedding bells in the end. 

“I’m not being a poophead, I’m just being cautious. Also what is with the insult, are you twelve?” you counter and she sticks her tongue out at you, wiggling her hands above her head for added effect. Holly smirks, as if she’s won the whole argument with a single gesture.

“He’s taking me on a date tomorrow night to Enzo’s. And Theo said he wants to see me again on Saturday too, maybe go to Lover’s Lake for a swim. I asked if it would be cool if you came along too and he said that would be totally fine,” Holly continues, pausing for a moment to gauge your response to this offer “I mean you don’t have to go, I just know there’s not a ton for you to do around here without me,” she finishes, seeing the wheels turning in your brain as you debate the offer.

“Theo is updated to boy toy status and I’m updated to third wheel status. Yay…” you mime a sarcastic cheer, waving invisible pom poms in the air. 

“You don’t have to be a third wheel. You could bring someone….Eddie maybe?” Holly’s eyebrow quirks up as she suggests Eddie, testing the waters.

“Eddie? What makes you think I would want to bring Eddie?” you question, feigning ignorance and hoping that Holly can’t see the subtle pink that is slowly invading your cheeks. 

“Because…because he totally took you on an adorable date last night and you haven’t even given me any of the dirty little details yet! I’ve given you all my details..”

“A few too many if we’re being honest here,” you interject. Holly rolls her eyes and exhales sharply before finishing her thought.

“Now it’s your turn, spill. Where’d you guys go? Was it good? Is he huge? There was a rumor that went around in high school that he had a huge cock, but no one I knew was ever able to confirm or deny that claim. Did he make you cum?” Holly rattles off a list of questions and thoughts and your mind swirls, trying to figure out just what information you really want to share. 

Last night with Eddie, it was different. You cringe at the way the word sounds in your head but,it was special. He made you feel special. The way he looked at you with those full brown eyes, seeing through your skins to your thoughts and fears buried deep below. 

Eddie’s heart had shown itself unapologetically, brave and bold even though he claimed to not always feel that way inside, welcoming you into his world one easy confession at a time. He had easily taken down barriers and blockades to let you in, making you feel like you were someone who was easy to be loved, could offer you kindness without any bite of cruelty or backhandedness to it. It makes you want to take all your already strong defenses and build them higher, stronger and studier just in case he might see you crumble. 

You want to share with Holly, be able to have the casual girly chit chat that she was able to find a rhythm with so comfortably and easily. But it’s difficult. You want to guard the memories and keep them safe. If you let the memories out, some of your feelings might escape alongside them and then you would have to admit how you actually felt about Eddie, not just to Holly, but to yourself too.

“It was really nice,” you decide on your words finally.

“And….” Holly motions with her hand for you to go on.

“He took me to dinner at a diner outside of town and then we went to the lake and looked at the stars. He was very sweet and we kissed. I had a good time,” you summarize and hope that maybe that will satisfy Holly, but you can tell by the look on her face that she is not at all satiated. 

“So that’s how you want to play it. Alright, Y/N. You don’t have to tell me every single last detail, but I will get to the bottom of how you’re feeling. You know the drill,” she hops up from the bed and shoos you away from your perch on the desk, guiding you by your shoulders to lay down on the tainted mattress. 

“Holly, for real, I don’t want to get a venereal disease from your crusty sheets,” you groan and put up a weak fight. 

“Shhhh, this is the only way I have found to get you to talk it out, and I need the full scoop on the Eddie situation. So lay back, close your eyes, and feel the way your body relaxes with each deep breath,” Holly soothes, settling herself in an upright position beside you. You hate and love the way she knows you so well, knows the way your brain works and the ways to ease the overstimulation that took over sometimes. 

“Fine, I’m breathing and relaxing. You happy?” you sigh, trying to let your mind wander slowly to the events of last night without delving too deep.

“I am. Now, I don’t need to know all the dirty details if you don’t want to give them, but I sense that maybe this was a little more than just a hookup? Or at least you're fighting the feelings that it could end up being something more than that?” Holly’s voice is calm and steady, almost melodic as she tries to coax out the answers.

“It’s not more than a hookup, well not yet, but I don’t know. I mean just….I don’t know how to make sense of him. I may have had a little bit of a breakdown in front of him before we got to the dinner. It all hit me about everything that happened out The Hideout, and I’m still not really sure how to feel about all of that, but I sobbed all over his shirt and he just held me. Told me nice things and comforted me. It didn’t even sound like he was trying to be nice, he just was,” you blurt out, eyes squeezing shut, trying to keep out the world. 

The situation with the drunken man at The Hideout was a new low, but it definitely wasn’t the first time a man had felt entitled to your body and your attention. Too many men assumed that just because you were bigger, that you should be flattered by even the tiniest speck of attention they paid you. Even if that attention was unwanted and unwarranted, you were supposed to bend over backwards to thank them. You had finally stopped the bending, but it didn’t mean they had stopped trying to break you. 

“I’m really sorry that all happened at The Hideout. When you’re ready to dive more into those feelings, I’m here, but I know that can take time. What happened next, after you guys had dinner?” she presses gently, pulling you away from those thoughts and urging you to develop more of the details before really diving into your true feelings on the events. 

“We got to talking about my Iron Maiden shirt, I told you someone would notice it, but he was really funny about it and wanted to give me a ‘metal music education’ so he offered that we go listen to music at Lover’s Lake. He played me some songs and then we smoked and looked at the stars. He was so open and honest about every little detail about him. Like he didn’t have anything he wanted to hide from me. He told me I made him nervous, and he wanted to kiss me. So I let him,” you exhale deeply and feel your body melting into the mattress as you try to clarify everything that proceeded from that point. 

“Go on,” Holly purrs, her voice lulling you to your next utterance before your mind even has a chance to catch up.

“We kissed. A lot. His lips felt like this weird mixture of fire and ice and he kept saying all these things while he kissed me and touched me,” you pause, bringing your palms up to press gently against your closed eyes, the pressure grounding you, keeping you from floating away with your thoughts

“What did he say?” you hear the sharpness in Holly’s tone, a defensive and maternal bite as she prepares for the worst words he could have said. 

“He told me I was a goddess. He said I was beautiful and pretty, and I think he really meant it too. And he said he wanted to taste me, I didn’t even have to ask or beg or offer anything in return, he just wanted to. He asked me for my consent every step of the way and didn’t make me feel forced into anything. And then after I came, he wanted to cuddle. Like not even a cuddle where he slowly forced my head down to suck him off either. Like his arms wrapped around me and my head on his chest. And I fucking fell asleep for a little too, he wasn’t mad and didn’t kick me out. He was just nice. He’s just really nice,” you hiccup down a sudden wave of emotion with the last phrase, all the words and thoughts suddenly bursting from your chest, leaving a lightness and what you are sure is an overwhelming flush. 

“How did it make you feel? Eddie being nice just to be nice, singing genuine praises about you and your body, wanting to hold you and keep you close after?” Holly asks softly, but you flinch at the words. She played the role of friend therapist well, she knew when to push and went to relent, and this question hit a soft spot you don’t even realize you have. 

“It made me feel…made me feel confused and scared. I felt like I was expecting his words and his actions to all of a sudden not match up and he would make some excuse to leave or some excuse why he was busy and wouldn’t be able to see me again. But Eddie didn’t. He didn’t do any of that. He said he would really like to see me again soon and I about shit a brick.” You slowly open your eyes to see Holly staring down at you, her expression pinched and perplexed. 

“I think maybe I’m a little lost. Why was him being sweet and just genuinely a good person so foreign to you? Like I know it’s been a bit since your last relationship, but I see you with different guys all the time and are none of them nice?” Holly puzzles, honestly baffled by your response to Eddie’s kindness.

“Have you seen me Holly?” you say grimly, gesturing down at your body, thin lounge shorts exposing the ample curves of your thighs, baggy t-shirt clinging around your breasts and tummy as you lay flat back on the bed. 

“Yes, I’m looking right at you, and I just see a beautiful, thick, real woman” she replies scrunching her eyebrows together, emphasizing every word as if she’s just given you some profound compliment that you most definitely should be so grateful to her for noticing. 

“I love my body, well most days, but a lot of men don’t. The men who love bigger women like me tend to only love them in private. I’m fun to fuck, but not conventionally pretty enough to keep around and introduce to your friends and family. The men I’ve been with before have run through the whole gambit of sweet words to say while they fuck me, but they cringe when they accidentally touch my stomach and they can’t look me in the eye in the morning,” you hiss, words dripping with hate and regret and shame, and the one you hate most of all, self-pity. 

“Why do you do it then? Why do you hook up with guys who treat you like that?” Holly searches your eyes for some kind of answer.

“Because I don’t know any other way how. I want to have closeness and intimacy just like everyone else! You can get pretty much anyone you want just by batting your eyelashes. I have to prove to men that I am simultaneously pretty, and funny, and also not a monster before they will even consider spending the night with me let alone get into a relationship with me,” your pitch escalating as you feel the unwanted sting of tears forming in your eyes. 

“I think you’re being kind of mean, Y/N. I don’t get just any guy I want whenever I want them. And you’re being really mean to yourself,” Holly’s voice is barely above a whisper, steeling her jaw as she tries to come up with a better response. “I don’t think you always make the best choices in men and then you write off them being an asshole as some kind of reflection on you.”

“No. I think you’re being mean, Holly! You don’t know what it is like! You don’t know what it is like to have your first boyfriend, your very first fucking boyfriend, the one you’ve given all your first to, spent all of freshman and sophomore year of high school with, tell you that he thinks you would be a lot prettier if you lost weight, and that he gets a little sick when he touches your body during sex. He couldn’t even look at me when he said it,” you choke down a sob but force yourself to go on. 

“And then I still had to go to high school for two more years with him! You know how long it took me to come back from that? Do you know what it is like to spend everyday trying to love yourself when you’re not even sure that you have ever experienced real love from someone else before? You don’t know what it is like, Holly,” you’re steaming with a rage that you didn’t even know was buried deep inside. 

Holly shakes her head weakly in response to your questions. “You’re right, I don’t know what it is like. I’ve had breakups and heartache, but I have never had to hear such hateful words like that stupid little prick of a boyfriend said to you. You did not deserve that. You’re right though, I have not ever known what it is like to walk in your shoes and see how you see the world, but I do know how I see you. You like to think you can hide, but I see you, and I think Eddie does too and that is what scares you,” Holly’s cheeks are pink and tears are slowly streaming down them and she looks away from you quickly as she tries to regain her composure. 

“He does scare me. And I feel like I’m just going to fuck it up so why waste his time,” you huff and quickly wipe away your own tears. 

“When will you realize that it is not you who is the problem but the men you are choosing who are the problem? You’ve picked men who are no better than literal garbage and you set your standards low to keep yourself safe. If they treat you like crap then you have no reason to become emotionally invested in them or the potential of a relationship so you don’t have to let down any defenses at all. You hook up without feelings or emotion because you’re too afraid of having to be vulnerable and really let someone see who you truly are. And I don’t even think you can fathom the fact that someone might actually really like you for you. You keep these walls up with everyone, even me,” Holly speaks the painful truth and you open your mouth to protest, but she hushes you instantly.

“Don’t start, I see that look on your face, I know you keep things from me and that’s ok. There are parts of you that you’re not willing to open up about and I get it, but at some point, you gotta just let go a little. It’s okay to cry, show some of your weaknesses, and let someone take care of you, but still be strong and independent as hell,” Holly offers, really trying to be helpful. She makes valid points, you do have a hard time opening up and it has been for good reason, but the last thing you really want is your petite pretty friend giving you love and life advice. 

You can’t think of any words that would be able to match the flurry of thoughts going on in your head, so you simply nod, pursing your lips and looking away from Holly as tears continue to trickle down your cheeks. You get up from her bed and walk towards the door, hand pausing on the handle for a moment when you hear her speak again. 

“I guess you know where I am if you want to talk about it more. And I know it’s not really my place to say, but I think you should give Eddie a chance. Give yourself a chance, Y/N,” Holly preaches, a sickly sweet smile lacing her lips. You’ve never been more angry. Angry with Holly. Angry with yourself.

You fight the urge to throw something at her, scanning the dresser nearby and spotting a music box that doesn’t look like it would injure her too badly. But you resist, simply clenching your jaw in silence and closing the door behind you. You escape to the solace of the guest bedroom and collapse in a heap on the bed, burying a scream into the pillow.

Holly is right about a lot of the things she said, but you don’t need her to be your skinny savior. You may have been friends for a while and exist in the same spaces, but she was living in a wildly different world from your own. You don’t want to hear her preaching about your choices in men. You don’t need her to tell you that you’ll find the right guy when you just open up and love yourself. That line is bullshit. Utter bullshit. 

You had spent many years fighting the negativity with that same kind of toxic positivity, if I love myself then I can be loved if I love myself then I can be loved, I can be loved despite the way I look I can be loved despite the way I look. Never realizing that you didn’t need to be whole to be worthy of love. 

Too scared to look inward to heal the sad high school girl that didn’t ever deserve to be treated that way, that didn’t just deserve to be loved in spite of the way that you looked, but because of it. And also not because of it at all, but just because you are a person who is deserving of love. 

The only way you knew how to move forward was to wall that high school girl in, keeping her safe there so the words wouldn’t hurt so much. You swallowed down self-love mantra after self-love mantra, I am beautiful, I am strong, I am worthy, hoping it would feed her and grow her strong. And it did, for a little. But your voice could only shout so loud and the walls got thicker and thicker, so the you inside had stopped being able to hear those kind words so well. You have truly grown more confident, age alone will do that sometimes, but all the attempts at losing weight did not equal happiness and that was often found out the hard way. 

You were content with the body you had, but had to work around the ways others felt. With college came the newfound ability that you could actually attract men, a small handful, but still enough, and whether or not they were gutter trash was never your biggest concern because they were ready and willing to be close to you. You found fleeting moments of sick and twisted assurance in the brief power you held over men, your ability to give them pleasure and your willingness to do whatever they wanted.

It was wrong, and some part of you knew that, but it didn’t change the fact that that was the only way you knew how to get men to look at you, like you, see you. Their cock in your mouth and control at your fingertips, a powerful seductress as you watched them come undone at your bidding and then brush you away. 

And Eddie hadn’t wanted that. He didn’t even want anything in return for the pleasure he gave, insisted upon it in fact. That alone was baffling and perplexing, but only compounded with the way he had worshiped your body, covering every inch of you with kisses and praises that made your ears ring and eyes water. 

The way he held you in his arms when you cried, after you came, it felt overwhelming and new, and even though there is a nagging part of you that is telling you to run, you know you want more. Need more. You need more of Eddie. But did he need more of you? Was he genuine when he said he wanted to see you again soon? Would he actually want to get to know you or would it just be about sex like it had been in your past relationships? Above all that, would he even call? 

You almost wish that he had given you his phone number so that you could have control over when you got to hear his voice again, hear more of those stupid jokes he told that made you laugh way harder than they should have. You stare over at the phone resting in its cradle on the bedside table, telling yourself not to obsess. 

“He’ll call when he calls. He will call when he calls,” your voice comes out in a weak huff as you try to reassure yourself. You sit up from the bed abruptly and rifle through your belongings to pull out a well loved copy of The Princess Bride. You flip open to where you had left off, hoping for some escape from your own thoughts and lose yourself in the fantasy world where true love existed.

“And if he doesn’t call, that’s fine too,” you mutter to yourself, trying to resign to the idea by pushing the phone further away on the side table and burying your nose in your book. 

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

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Eddie stares at the ceiling of his bedroom, tracing the lines of the afternoon shadows cast there, trying to conjure up any other thoughts in his brain besides you. He tries reading, but the words become a jumble before his eyes. He tries practicing the band’s newest song, but his fingers fumble over the cords he should know. 

He huffs in frustration, thoughts clouding with your image, before quickly flopping over onto his stomach and pulling out his campaign notebook, hopeful that maybe planning some sick combat for the next D&D session could be the key to distracting him. 

But it doesn’t work. In his hunt for a pen, he finds your panties and phone number still hiding in the pocket of his leather jacket. He delicately plucks the piece of paper with your number out and sets it on his bedside table, then pulls out your underwear, shivering as his fingertips make contact with the swath of fabric that had covered your core. 

Without a second thought, he brings the pink cotton up to his nose and inhales deeply, the fading scent of your arousal washing over his senses and making his dick twitch in his boxers. He feels a little guilty for having taken them. You hadn’t said he could keep them, but you also seemed aware that they had gone missing and you weren’t too keen to find them. 

But what does that mean? Does that mean that she wanted me to keep them, to remember her until next time? Or was it more of a parting and final souvenir? That she won’t plan on answering if I call and doesn’t want to get to know me or see me again, let alone let me get into her pants again. 

He has already asked about five different people about when was too soon to call after a date. If you could even call it a date, he was pretty sure it was a date. Nancy had told him at least three days, at least that is what she had always heard. Robin said it was all made up patriarchal bullshit to mess with the girl’s head and to call whenever he wanted to. Steve had insisted on at least a three day minimum, but it could go up to five depending on how long he wanted to keep a girl waiting. Jeff and Gareth were pretty clueless, Gareth only just recently getting up the nerve to ask out the girl he had been dancing around for months, but they both said to do just whatever felt right. 

Eddie doesn’t know what any of that means, all the conflicting opinions pound in his head and he just wants to hear your voice. He had spent the day after that night reeling in his thoughts, replaying the night over and over again just to make sure it had actually happened. He had figured that calling the day after was probably a little hasty, and he didn’t want to put you off by seeming too needy. 

But it’s Thursday and with the weekend quickly approaching it is prime time for plans and maybe a second date? So what if he didn’t make it to day three before calling, Robin had a point that it was probably all just made up bullshit anyway and if wasn’t messing with your head it was certainly messing with his.

What would he even say if he did call? Hey, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you punched that guy and let me eat your fries and your pussy. I really like you so can we do it all over again today, and the day after that, and the day after that, and forever until you get sick of me? 

Absolutely not. That was way too intense, but exactly how Eddie feels. He hums over whether to ask you out on a date for this weekend or ask you to come join Hellfire tonight, wondering if that again was moving too quickly in this whole unfamiliar world of getting to know someone. 

Without even realizing his hands are already in motion, Eddie’s long fingers are punching in the numbers, the hand that is holding the paper shaking like a leaf. He holds the phone up to his ear, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, some of your scent still lingering in his nostrils. Please answer, Y/N. Please answer.

~*~

You are just getting to the good part, Buttercup has been kidnapped and the man in black has just made his first appearance, when the shrill ring of the phone startles you. You wait for a few rings, hoping that someone else will answer it, but then you remember that it is Thursday and Holly is out on her date with Theo and Jen is back at the hospital again. You hadn’t spoken to Holly all day, and frankly, you are kind of happy to have the house to yourself for the night. The phone continues to ring and you roll from the bed, deciding you are going to answer it. Trying not to hope too hard that it would be Eddie’s voice you hear coming through the phone. 

“Hello, Anderson residence,” your voice oddly formal, but trying to be courteous since it wasn’t really your house.

“Uhh..I hope I have the right number. Is Y/N there?” the voice on the other line falters and cracks.

“Yes, this is Y/N, who is this?” you have a pretty good idea who it is, the boyish nervousness filtering through the phone lines, but you want to hear him confirm that you aren’t just dreaming it. 

“It’s Eddie,” he hesitates, silence for a moment before you speak again.

“Eddie who?” you jest, trying to give him a hard time but your tone doesn’t come off quite a light and jokey as you wanted. 

“Uhhh, from the other night at The Hideout.. You punched a guy and then I took you out to dinner and…” he trails off. Is she messing with me or am I that fucking forgettable. Eddie’s mind races, trying to debate the only two options he can see, and if it is the latter, how is he going to recover from that one. 

“Oh yeah, that Eddie,” you reply lamely, hearing the anxious wavering of his voice as he tries to place an image of himself in your head. One that, little did he know, was already tattooed there since that night. 

“That’s me. Not too many other freaks with long hair named Eddie running around Hawkins, as far as I know,” he offers, trying to add a lightness to his tone even though he is feeling a little bit hurt. 

“That was a horrible attempt at trying to make you laugh, I’m sorry Eddie. Of course I remember you! I still have the bruises on my hand to prove the punch and you have me penciled in for a satanic sacrifice on Thursday. Oh shoot, today is Thursday! Did I miss it?” you ramble, cheeks flushing wildly when you hear his laugh ring through the line. 

You stare down at the bruises decorating your knuckles, tracing the delicate yellow lace that has begun to surround the fading violet blooms, thinking about how Eddie’s fingers had followed the very same path. 

“Ok good, I got a little worried there for a second that I just dreamt everything that happened that night, you being the woman of my dreams after all,” Eddie confesses, and you catch an audible thump and airy mutterings as Eddie trips over the phone cord. He presses a finger to his temple once he’s on steady feet again, trying not to overanalyze the words he has just said. 

“I…uh…I mean, I’m glad you remember me. So the sacrifice is still a go for tonight. Hellfire, um it’s…uh, the Dungeons and Dragons club that I run is meeting tonight, and maybe you would want to join in and play, or you could just hang out and watch and I could teach you the rules. I think you would make a really cute Tabaxi cleric or maybe like a sexy Moon Elf wizard,” he rattles off excitedly before quickly falling silent in anticipation of your response.

“I only caught about half of the words in the last sentence, but I did hear that you think I’m cute and sexy and you’ve clearly been thinking about me playing D&D a lot,” you laugh, falling back into the easy playfulness of conversation with Eddie.

“Well I have been thinking about you a lot. Shit. I mean I’ve been thinking a lot about you coming to play D&D with me,” Eddie stutters and you hear what sounds like his forehead thudding against a wall. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot too,” you admit, willing your voice to sound sexy and confident and not absolutely terrified. Eddie laughs in response, stuttering and stopping as he tries to begin to form his thoughts around that idea. 

“I would love to come to D&D tonight. I don’t know if I’ll play tonight, as a sexy Moon Elf or a Tabasco clerk…”

“Tabaxi cleric,” Eddie corrects with a chuckle. 

“Right, Tabaxi cleric. But I would love to hang out and see the magic happen, learn some of the rules so I can play next time,” you suggest with a beaming grin. 

“Oh yeah for sure, you are welcome to come anytime you want. To D&D, I mean. Or like you did the other night. I mean not that I have been thinking about that. Fucking hell! This is not going as smoothly as I had planned. You’re relentless with that word vomit curse, Y/N,” Eddie chokes on his words and laughs, you can imagine the pink that must be spreading across his cheeks. 

“Well, I will definitely be keeping that in mind for future reference,” you tease, quoting him from the other night when you’d had your own slip of the tongue. 

“Ahh, I see what you did there, think you’re real funny don’t you, princess. You find it very amusing that you make me lose my mind a little bit when I talk to you,” Eddie sighs contentedly, enjoying the gentle slip into insanity if it means he gets to hear your voice. 

“It’s only because I’m secretly a witch and have mastered the brain melt elixir, I snuck it into the milkshake the other night,” you try your best at a maniacal cackle, but it comes out as more of a nervous giggle instead.

“Clearly you are a very powerful witch, because the effects of the potion are still lingering. Or it could just be that I get tongue tied when I talk to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” his voice drops to a lower register, a thick, warmness and sincerity to the tone that sends shivers down your spine. Your cheeks instantly redden and you try to think of an appropriate response, but flounder.

“Shut up, no you are,” you offer with a forced laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you to shut up. I don’t know how to respond to compliments, obviously.” 

“I think the normal response is ‘thank you’, but fuck normal and I could also be very wrong. I’m not exactly the king of receiving compliments myself,” Eddie confides with a snorting laugh.

“No? You’re like a rockstar though, doesn’t that kind of thing come with the territory?” you question, trying not to pry, but very curious about Eddie’s dating history. After getting to know his personality a little more, he doesn’t seem the type to have a different groupie or fan every night, but maybe that was just you not wanting to picture him with anyone else but you. 

“You are far too kind if you consider me to be a rockstar, sweetheart. But yeah and no, there’s a good handful of women who hang around The Hideout after gigs looking to have their moment with a musician or whatever, but those aren’t ever very genuine compliments anyway,” he concludes, trying to figure out how much is too much information to give. 

“What about high school? I bet you had ladies lining up for some of that Munson charm,” you flirt, flopping over on your stomach to get more comfortable, feet kicking up behind you on the bed. 

“Munson charm!? I feel like maybe you did meet another Eddie the other night, sweetheart, because I think you might be confusing my dumb luck for charm. I definitely tried to charm you, but I think we know how well that went with the word vomit,” he lets out an airy giggle and you both laugh for a moment before he goes on. 

“As far as high school, I don’t know if you remember but I am the local freak. I didn’t exactly have them lining up waiting for me after my Hellfire Club or after it took me an extra two years to graduate. And now I’m a year out of graduating and still working at the local tire shop, so uhh…I don’t know if that answers the question, but that was my answer,” Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb in an attempt to stop more words that might spill from his mouth without a filter. 

You can’t help but smile, nodding and chuckling softly at his response. You shouldn’t have any right to feelings of jealousy about Eddie’s past relationship, but a sneaky small part of you is happy that he doesn’t have quite the lengthy history you thought he might. 

“I can feel you nodding and smiling, Y/N, but my telepathy is feeling weak tonight so you still do actually have to say words over there,” Eddie reminds you.

“Oh duh, yeah, sorry. I do that way too often when I’m talking on the phone. But I…uh..I don’t think that working at a tire shop is a bad thing, everyone just has to take life at their own pace,” you comment, pulling a pillow up to your chest as you think about what it would’ve been like if you had known Eddie in high school.

“What about you, princess? Since you got me to spill my brief and nonexistent dating history, I think you should share at least a little snippet of yours. Being as gorgeous as you are, I’m sure yours is much more eventful than mine,” he coaxes lightly, also thinking that he’s not too sure he wants to picture you with someone else. He’s not a virgin, but definitely inexperienced enough to balk at the possibility that you’ve had a more skillful lover than he is. 

“I think you might also have gotten me a little confused too, Eddie. Mine is just about as nonexistent as yours. There have been guys, a handful or two, but I’ve not really had any stick around for too long since high school, and the one in high school was a total prick, so I didn’t date at all in high school after him,” you explain honestly, hoping you hit the right mark of being just open enough without laying out all your cards.

“Well that’s a shame, I’m sorry he ruined things for you. If we had been in high school together I would’ve had such a big crush on you,” Eddie blurts out and then falls silent, his staccatoed breathing rustling in your ear. 

“Yeah? I think I would’ve had a big crush on you too, Eddie,” you reply, voice curling into a seductive whisper as you let the heavy silence hang on the line after your words. Neither of you speak for a few moments, the sounds of breathing and thoughts swirling filling the line. 

“So, um, Hellfire. What time is it tonight and do I need to bring anything? Sacraments to the dark lord? Sprite? Snacks?” your questions cracking through the silence, Eddie’s sonorous giggle filling in the gaps. 

“No sacraments are required this time, no snacks or drinks either really. We have moved our base of operations to Gareth’s garage since both Jeff and I graduated, and his mom always does a big spread of snacks for everyone. So all you need is yourself and I’ll come by to pick you up at 7?” he proposes, creating a scratching static sound as he rubs the mouthpiece of the phone nervously against the stubble of his chin. 

“Perfect, I will see you at 7 then. Do you remember how to get to Holly’s place?” 

“I do indeed,” he replies eagerly.

“Great! I’m excited, I can’t wait!” you grin, sitting up from the bed and looking over at the pile of your clothes, hoping something would be appropriate for a D&D session. 

“I’m excited too, I can’t wait to see you. Um…yeah, so I’ll see you at 7,” Eddie rambles.

“I’ll see you at 7. Bye Eddie,” you sign off.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” Eddie finishes and you hear him let out a puffy exhale before your ears are met with a click and the monotonous dial tone as the line goes dead. 

You look down at your gold wristwatch, 2 more hours until 7. Just enough time to have a minor crisis about how you were going to properly function being around Eddie again, how to be cool about meeting all his friends, how to be open but not too open, and figure out what to wear! 

Your stomach immediately weaves into intricate knots, closing in on one another as you try to keep your cool. First step to tackle will be the outfit, and maybe the other things will fall into place while you hunt through all the clothes you brought for the summer. After a heated internal debate about whether or not to wear a dress to such a casual event, you settle on simple with a pair of well worn jeans and an off the shoulder top. 

“It’s good, you’re good. He called, so that’s already a good sign,” you reassure yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror after putting on the chosen outfit. You probably should cover up a little more, it might embarrass him in front of his friends. Don’t get your hopes up too high, he might let you down. You allow the negative thoughts to rise in your mind for a brief moment before exhaling them away, no longer offering space for them to crawl back inside to fester. “I can go in with an open mind and an open heart and hope for the best, and even if he lets me down, that doesn’t make me a bad person or unworthy of love,” you stand firm and tall, staring thoughtfully into your own eyes. Offering yourself as much confidence, kindness, and sincerity as you can muster, you feel a tiny crack creasing through the walls built deep inside, crumbling and falling away. 

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Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader): Chapter 2

Part One

Summary: Five weeks after receiving unexpected news, you still haven't spoken to any of your friends. A talk with Wayne helps you make a decision, while Steve struggles with his own guilt and the possibility that Vecna isn't quite done with him yet.

Warnings: language, S4 is canon, pregnancy

WC: 4.8k

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You wake up to sunlight streaming through your kitchen window, giving a groan as you wipe the sleep from your eyes and sit up; an action that is becoming more difficult with your growing bump. The TV screen is blue, and likely has been for awhile. You’ve fallen asleep watching a movie, again. At this rate, you’ll never finish St. Elmo’s Fire until after the baby comes, and then you’ll be too busy raising a kid by yourself.

As you pop the VHS out of the player, your body feels like it’s been drained of all warmth. Your plan was to watch the movie last night and return it to Family Video immediately. Some random high school kid worked there on Saturday nights, which meant you could sneak in and out without your friends getting a glimpse of your belly.

But now it’s Sunday morning. And Steve Harrington works on Sunday mornings.

Maybe I can just toss it through the doors like a Frisbee, you think wryly. In theory, you could just return it tomorrow and pay the late fee, but you can’t afford to waste money now. You bury your head in your hands with an exasperated groan. You throw on the oversized sweatshirt that best conceals the bump, though you look completely ridiculous in the mid-July heat. Your keys practically slip through your fingers, sweaty from your own body heat and nerves. 

There’s only one other person who knows your secret besides the nurse and your parents, and you find yourself driving to his place before you even realize where you’re going. 

Rapping on the door lightly in case he’s still asleep, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’re holding. Guilt gnaws at your insides; here you are, bothering someone with your own problems for the umpteenth time. 

“Hey there, darlin’.” Wayne greets you with a tired smile. “You got any more of those pictures for me?” The man, usually so stoic, was elated any time you brought new grainy ultrasound photos. 

You shake your head. “Not today, but I have an appointment in a few days.” Given the high-stress situation, your doctor had you coming in more often than the traditional expectant mother. “‘M sorry if I woke you up.”

Wayne holds the door open for you and you step inside the trailer. Each visit, it smells less and less like Eddie’s signature scent of musky cologne, stale cigarettes, and weed. “You’re never a bother. Always cheers me up to see you and my little grandbaby.” 

The first time you met Wayne, a few months into your relationship with Eddie, you were so nervous. This was the man who raised him, who took him in when no one else would, and you desperately wanted to make a good impression. You had a similar feeling now, looking anxiously at the ground while you tried to formulate a sentence.

“Could I ask you for a favor?” You’re picking at your fingernails, unable to look him in the eyes. 

“‘Course,” Wayne says softly. “What do you need?”

You hold out the VHS. “D’you think you could return this to Family Video for me today?” Your hand trembles, and considering your wrist is fully healed, it has to be due to your own anxiety. Tears prickle at your eyes. 

“Oh, darlin’,” Wayne sighs, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to him. “You still haven’t talked to your friends?” You can only manage another head shake as the teardrops fall. He pulls you in for a side hug. “You know they won’t judge you. They’ll still love you, and they will certainly love that baby.”

“That’s the thing,” you manage through heaving sobs. “I know they’ll be here for me, for us,” you amend, placing a hand on your belly, “but that’s not what I want. I don’t want to keep being everyone’s pathetic pity case.” You feel Wayne’s grizzled hand rubbing your back gently, and you start to calm down. “I don’t want to be a burden to people.”

Wayne pauses for a moment before speaking. “Did I ever tell you about the time Eddie and I had to go on food stamps?” he says finally.

You scrunch up your face. “I don’t think so.”

“It was a couple months after I got custody, and as my shit luck would have it, I lost my job. Thought we could just push through, but then I woke up one morning with no money in the bank and just a bottle of mustard in the fridge. If it was just me, I would’ve dealt with it. But now I got a ten-year-old kid; a growing boy. He’s gotta eat.

“So I bite the bullet and sign up for food stamps. I’d always promised I’d never rely on anyone else, especially the government, but there I am at the grocery store, week after week, with that booklet in hand.” 

A hint of a grin appears on his stubbled face. “I tried to hide it from Eddie, but you know how he is; can never mind his own business.” It’s not lost on you that he’s referring to his nephew in the present tense, like he’s still here. “And one day he catches me paying with stamps instead of cash, an’ he goes, ‘what’s that?’  I’m tellin’ him that I’ll explain later, but he pulls my arm down, looks, and says, ‘oh, it’s just food stamps.’ Real casual, no big deal. Meanwhile, I’m humiliated, thinkin’ I’m less of a man for not being able to provide.”

“But that’s not true,” you interject. “You did what you had to do to take care of him.”

“‘S not how I felt, though,” he counters, and you nod. “We get in my truck and I finally say to him, ‘I’m sorry we gotta use food stamps. ‘S only till I find work again.’ An’ you know what this kid says to me?”

“Mm-mm.”

“He goes, ‘Better than mustard for breakfast.’” You and Wayne both laugh at that, and soon you’re crying again, but now it’s from laughing too hard. 

“That is a classic ‘Eddie’ moment,” you giggle, wiping the tears from your cheeks. 

Wayne scratches his whiskers. “Yeah, that memory always cheers me up. But that’s not why I told you.” You give him a puzzled look, and he continues. “Sometimes, we have to let people in, even if we wanna push them away. Because nine times outta ten, that fear is all in our head, and they aren’t bothered by our weaknesses at all.” His eyes are misty as he reaches for your hand. “It can be embarrassing and scary as hell to admit you need help. But trust me’,” he says, “it’s better than mustard for breakfast.”

You exhale, still feeling ambivalent about confronting Steve, but slightly less on-edge. “Thank you, Wayne,” you whisper. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re the best?”

“Jus’ you, darlin’,” he replies with a grin. “And if you and that baby of yours ever need anything else, you don’t hesitate to knock on this door.”

Taking a deep breath, you push open the door to Family Video. The bell on the door alerts Robin that there’s a customer, and she puts her book down and looks over. As soon as she sees who it is, her entire face lights up. “Y/N! You’re alive!” she cries out, nearly leaping over the counter and sprinting to you. “We were so worried!” She stops just short of you. “Wait, are you sick?”

Your brows pinch together in confusion. “No? Why?”

She points to your attire. “You’re wearing a sweatshirt and it’s, like, 90 degrees outside,” she says simply.

“Oh, yeah, no,” you rush, “it’s just, um, cold in the air conditioning?” But it comes out as more than a question, and Robin picks up on it right away.

“What’s going on?” She crosses her arms over her chest suspiciously, but quickly lets them drop. “Look, I know we didn’t know each other long before…everything…but you know you can tell me anything.”

You look around cautiously before slowly lifting your outer layer up over the gentle curve of your belly. Your shirt still covers your skin, but the bump is still prominent enough beneath it to warrant a gasp from your new friend.

“Oh, my God,” she murmurs, still unbelieving. 

“D’you wanna feel it?” you ask shyly. It’s a bit of a relief, actually; having someone else know your secret. It makes everything slightly less scary. 

Robin brings a hand to your stomach, smiling as she lightly touches it. “Oh, my God,” she repeats, blinking away tears. “Does Steve know?”

Your face blanches and you instinctively pull away. “It’s not his.” Your tone is snappy, and you feel bad as soon as you hear it. “‘M sorry, I just…”

“No, no,” Robin shakes her head. “I didn’t mean it like…” Her eyes widen when she realizes. “It’s Eddie’s.”

“Yeah,” you say, voice choked with emotion. “Yeah, it is.” You clear your throat. “And to answer your question, no; I haven’t told Steve.”

Robin bites her lower lip in contemplation. “Are you going to?” She glances towards the breakroom. “Because he’ll be coming out here in, like, five minutes.”

After your conversation with Wayne, you thought you were ready to explain everything to Steve, but now that the moment arrived, you’re suddenly unsure. “I don’t…I don’t think so.” You let your gaze drop to the tiled floor and place St. Elmo’s Fire on the counter. “I’m just gonna return this and go.” You head for the door before stopping to turn back to Robin. “Please don’t say anything to him. I’m not ready yet.”

She nods, miming zipping her lips and throwing away the key. “He won’t be mad, you know,” she tells you. “If anything, he’ll just fall even more in love with you.” She claps a palm over her mouth. “You didn’t hear that.”

But it’s too late–your head is spinning with the news. “Steve’s in love with me?” you gawp. “No, he’s in love with Nancy.”

“Was in love with Nancy, until…” she hears the breakroom doorknob rattling and shoots you a warning glance. “Incoming–I’ll explain another time.”

You exit as fast as you can, grateful you haven’t developed the infamous pregnancy waddle yet, and get into your car just as Steve walks back into the storeroom. 

“Did I just hear–” Steve questions, scanning the room. “Never mind.” He gives a little stretch and yawns. “My dreams are so realistic now; I can’t even tell what’s actually happening and what’s not.”

Robin rests her elbows on the counter, pressing her lips together like she’s physically trying to conceal your secret. “Anything good? Or just the usual nightmares?”

“What do you think?” Steve mumbles. “D’you still have them?”

“Sometimes,” Robin admits. “Not as much as in the beginning.” She twirls a piece of thread from her vest around her finger absentmindedly. “For me, it’s those damn vines. I feel them winding around my body, and I’m writhing underneath them, but when I finally break free, it…it’s too late for you and Nancy.”

Steve pauses. “Do you ever see him? Vecna, I mean? Is he there?”

“No, oddly enough. Maybe he’ll show up in future installments of ‘Recounts of Robin’s Traumatic Experiences.’” She laughs half-heartedly at her joke. “What about you?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “I see him. Hear the chimes, too.” The dream he just had in the breakroom was one of the most terrifying ones yet. 

He’s back in the gym at Hawkins High, shooting three-pointers, when a familiar voice calls out. 

“Hey, Steve.”

“Eddie!” Steve’s grin is so wide, it practically splits his face open. “We thought we lost you forever!”

“You know you can’t get rid of me that easily,” Eddie says, giving his signature smirk. “How’s life treatin’ you?”

Steve sighs. “Not great, dude. The town’s a mess, I have the worst dreams—“

“And you’re in love with Y/N,” Eddie cuts him off, his smile melting into a more sadistic expression. “You, Steve Harrington, want to get with my girlfriend. You selfish fucking prick.” His voice deepens, becomes sinister. “You could get any girl in this town, but you want what you can’t have; is that it?”

“N-No,” Steve stammers. “That’s not it at all.”

“I bet you wanted me to die, just so you could take her from me. That’s why you told me not to be a hero, isn’t it?” The voice coming from Eddie’s body doesn’t even resemble his anymore. “You knew if you said that, I’d take it as a challenge. Put my life at risk.” Thick, ugly vines snake around Eddie’s limbs. “Did you get everything you wanted, Steve?”

“I didn’t want you to die! I wasn’t trying to steal your girlfriend, Eddie! I swear!” 

And then Steve hears them: the demobats. They start off squawking faintly from a distance, but they get louder. No matter how fast Steve sprints, he can never outrun them. 

He shakes the memory away, tousling his hair in the process. “Sometimes, I worry that they’re not dreams,” he says softly. “Max told me that Vecna uses your biggest fears, your insecurities, and uses them to draw you in. And that’s how it is in every single nightmare I have.”

“Is it the Eddie thing?” Robin asks, her voice gentle. She knows when to poke fun at her friend, and when he needs to be taken seriously. When Steve is quiet, she gingerly places her hand on his forearm. “Steve, in these dreams, what is Vecna telling you?”

He gnaws on his lips, trying to suppress the tears that will inevitably fall. “That…that it’s my fault Eddie’s dead. That I wanted him to die so I could be with Y/N.”

“But that’s a lie. You know that’s a lie,” Robin reassures him, but it does little good. “We wanted to save everyone, including Eddie. Even if you wanted to be with Y/N then, you wouldn’t have Eddie killed over it.”

“I know; logically, I know that. But Vecna’s so convincing. He has me questioning everything.” Steve grabs a handful of Laffy Taffy from the candy counter, unwrapping a strawberry one and popping it in his mouth whole.

Robin snorts at the sight of him struggling to chew on the candy. “You know you can just, like, bite into it like a normal person?”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Steve smiles at her genuinely–it feels so good to smile–until his face suddenly contorts in pain. “Son of a bitch!” He reaches into his mouth and pulls the chewed pink blob out, now with a shiny silver addition to it. “My filling! Dammit!”

“Guess I’m taking your shift tomorrow while you go to the dentist?” Robin says with a roll of her eyes. “What were you saying about that being fun?”

Steve takes the hand that he isn’t using to massage his jaw and flips off his friend. “Actually, yeah,” he replies sheepishly. “If you wouldn’t mind?”

Walking into Hawkins Dental, Steve is hard to miss with the bag of frozen broccoli pressed to his cheek. You’re glad you’re sitting down, because the desk hides your belly. You’re one of two receptionists at the office, and neither the dentist nor the hygienists have noticed your bump yet. For all they know, it could just be run-of-the-mill weight gain.

The bag falls from Steve’s grip when he sees it’s you behind the counter. “Y/N,” he breathes, “wh-what are you doing here?” He shakes his head. “Okay, that was a dumb question. I just meant…I miss you. Miss, um, hanging out with you.” He picks the veggies up from the floor and puts it back to his face. For a moment, when he saw you, the pain just seemed to fade away.

You nod, trying your best not to rest your hand on your stomach. It’s a newfound habit that you find yourself doing any time you get anxious; like your first instinct is to protect your baby before anything else. “You’re here to get your filling replaced?” you ask matter-of-factly, trying to keep an even tone. You shuffle around in your chair for the intake forms and hand him a clipboard. “Fill these out and bring them back here. Dr. Scrivello will be with you shortly.”

A few moments later, Steve’s back with his completed paperwork. You can hear Dr. Scrivello finishing up with his current patient, but he’s not done fast enough to prevent you having a conversation with Steve.

“How have you been?” he murmurs, scratching nervously at the granite counter. “It’s been…”

“Almost six weeks,” you answer too quickly, and your face flushes.

Steve doesn’t seem to be fazed by your quick calculation. “Too long. Especially for people who were sharing a bed.”

“How did you manage to pull out a filling?” you change the subject. “Another casualty of a Family Video candy section?”

“The Laffy Taffy got me this time.” He gives a small chuckle before wincing. “Can’t laugh; hurts too much.”

You point to the bag in his hand. “Looks like it’s your turn to use frozen vegetables to nurse your wounds.”

“Oh, shit, yeah!” Steve raises his brows. “How’s your wrist? You’re not wearing the sling anymore.”

“Doctor said I only needed it for four weeks. Just have to be careful with it.” A confession is on the tip of your tongue. You want nothing more than to spill everything and to be pulled into a Steve hug. He just makes you feel safe and warm; you haven’t felt this way since…since Eddie.

“Steven Harrington?” Dr. Scrivello calls out, and both of you look over at him. “You can come on back.” He waves him over and pushes his thick black glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Wish me luck,” Steve mumbles.

“Good luck, Steven,” you tease. But it’s you who will need luck. You just don’t know it yet.

Steve walks out of the room only twenty minutes later. The cavity wasn’t deep, so the dentist didn’t even need to use novocaine to fill it. You weren’t expecting him to be done so soon, and you’re reaching up to pull another file from the shelf. Your scrubs are riding up slightly, exposing your stomach.

“Am I good to–whoa.” Steve’s eyes are immediately drawn to your bump. “Y/N, are you–” He stops mid sentence, remembering something his mom once said about never asking a woman if she’s pregnant.

You’re flooded with a mix of emotions, primarily fear and embarrassment. Though you didn’t exactly have a plan to tell Steve your news, it certainly wasn’t like this. “I wanted to…” you start, but you can’t even manage to finish your own lie. “I’m sorry.”

Steve’s brows pinch together. “Sorry? Why?”

“Can you come back at noon?” You glance at your watch; it’s 10:30 AM now. “That’s when I take my lunch break.”

“Yeah, ‘course,” he says, unsure whether to make eye contact. “Do I have a copay?”

“Huh? Oh, no, you’re good.” You shove your hands in your pants pockets to keep Steve from seeing them trembling. “I’ll, um, see you later?”

“Yeah, later.” He can barely choke out the two words, shuffling through the door back to his car. 

You slump back into your chair. You’ve got an hour and a half, a full ninety minutes, to come up with a way to explain everything to Steve. Sure, the whole pregnancy announcement was out of the way, but now you have to tell him why you’ve been ignoring him. And the whole him being in love with you remark from Robin won’t stop replaying in your head.

The electronic hum of the bell buzzes at exactly twelve o’clock. You look up to see Steve walking through the door, carrying a giant brown bag with the Bradley’s Big Buys logo stamped on the side.

“Ready?” he asks, and you nod and place the “out to lunch” placard on the counter.

“Got yourself anything good?” You motion to the bag in his hand as the two of you walk outside. “More frozen produce for either of our various ailments?”

Steve cracks a smile; it doesn’t hurt as badly as it did this morning. “Nah, just got you a little something.” He holds it open for you to peer in. There are five jars inside, each a different type of pickle. “I heard that craving pickles is, like, super common for pregnant people,” he explains, blushing. “But I wasn’t sure what kind, so I just kinda…got them all.”

You can’t lie; a crisp, juicy pickle sounds like heaven right about now, but there’s a sinking feeling attached to the craving. “You didn’t have to do this,” you whisper.

He runs a hand through his hair, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips. “I knew I should’ve gone with ice cream, but I was afraid it would all melt.”

“No, no; ‘s not that.” Your lip quivers as you talk, finally ready to be honest. “Steve, the reason I didn’t tell you about this is because I didn’t want you to feel even more obligated to take care of me.”

You can’t miss the flustered look on his face. “Obligated? I never felt obligated to take care of you.” He places his hand over yours. “Where did you get that idea from?”

“Wasn’t anything you said or did,” you rush to explain, “‘s just hard for me to accept help from people. Makes me feel useless. Like I can’t take care of myself.”

Steve’s heart shatters at your admission. “No, God, no. I never felt that way—I never…that’s not why I stuck around.” He looks around, noticing the people passing by. “Wanna continue this in the car?” You nod and follow him to the BMW, sliding into the passenger seat. In a few more months, that might not be so easy. 

“When Eddie and I went for that walk in the woods, in the Upside Down, he asked me to take care of you if he…if he couldn’t,” Steve begins. 

“So you did this for Eddie?” Now it makes sense; there was an obligation to uphold a promise to his late friend. 

“That’s how it started, yeah. But then we started spending more time together, and I realized that…this might sound weird, but I felt peaceful with you. In a way I’ve never felt before.”

Your nose crinkles. “There are a lot of words I would use to describe the last few months, and ‘peaceful’ definitely isn’t one of them.”

“Exactly!” Steve’s burst of enthusiasm startles you. “Sorry. But that’s what’s so strange about it. Like, I should be tense all the time, and I mostly am, but being around you made me feel like things could maybe be, I dunno, normal again. Whatever that means,” he adds with a wave of his hand. 

“And I think part of it was selfish, too,” he continues. “It felt nice to be needed, instead of the one always asking for help.”

“That’s how I’ve been feeling,” you tell him, unwrapping your peanut butter sandwich and digging in. “I didn’t want to be a burden, a charity case.” 

“You’re not. I don’t see you that way; none of us do.” You assume he’s talking about Robin and the rest of the party. “For better or for worse, you’re our friend now. And friends take care of each other.” He leans down and takes a bite of your sandwich. “See? I’m hungry, and you helped me!”

You swat at him playfully. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to mess with a pregnant lady’s food? You could be taking away vital nutrients from the baby!”

Steve swallows his stolen piece of sandwich. “Speaking of which, how long have you known?”

You knew that your turn was coming, but it didn’t make things any easier. “Since I went to the hospital for my wrist. They ran a pregnancy test before they could do an x-ray, and—surprise.” You cup your small bump lovingly. 

“Is that why you asked me to leave and stopped talking to me?”

“Yeah. I felt bad enough having you take care of me. And I know you, Steve Harrington; you would’ve insisted on taking care of this kid, too.”

“Damn right I would’ve!” Steve smacks the gearshift for emphasis. “And I would’ve done it happily.” He looks at you with his big brown eyes. “I still will, if you’re okay with it.”

You drop your gaze as though you’ve developed a sudden interest in the car upholstery. It’s better than mustard for breakfast, you remind yourself. Let people help you if you need it—and you NEED it now more than ever. 

“I have a doctor’s appointment next Tuesday; just a check-up to make sure Little Bean is nice and healthy,” you say slowly. Every instinct is urging you to shut up and handle it alone, but you push them away. “My mom usually comes with me, but she can’t take off from work this time.”

Steve smiles knowingly. “I can take you. I have off on Tuesdays, so it’s perfect.”

“Thank you.” Relief flows through your body like a river, calm after a storm. You glance over at the Bradley’s bag tucked under the glove compartment. “This calls for a celebration. Put on some music, yeah?”

Steve starts the car and flips through the radio stations until the sound of Led Zeppelin pumps through the speakers. 

“Ooh, I love Black Dog!” you squeal, opening a jar of Kosher Dills and fishing one out, tapping it against the rim to avoid dripping pickle juice on yourself. You hold the jar out to Steve. “Want one?”

“Pickles with a peanut butter sandwich?” he grimaces. “I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself,” you shrug, crunching into the snack and singing along to the radio. 

Eyes that shine, burnin' red 

Dreams of you all through my head 

Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ahhh

The sound of you singing, so carefree, fills Steve with a warmth that he hasn’t experienced since before that wretched spring break. He wants to capture the joy, both yours and his, and hold onto it forever. “You know what always annoyed me about this song?” Steve pauses before relenting and biting into a pickle. “They never even say the words ‘black dog.’” 

You bark out a laugh. “You should write to Jimmy Page and let him know. File a formal complaint.”

“Maybe I will!” Steve shoots you a kind smile. “You know, Y/N; you’re not alone. We’re all scared, trying to figure out how the hell to deal with what we went through.” He gives a sarcastic chuckle. “There’s no handbook on coping with interdimensional trauma.”

“If you find one with a chapter on being a single mom because your child’s father died in said alternate dimension, let me know,” you quip wryly.

“I’ll keep an eye out,” Steve squeezes your hand. “I just know,” he tells you, a tear sliding down his cheek, “I just know Eddie would’ve been so happy to be a dad.”

You look up at him with wide, shiny eyes. “You think so?”

“Yes, absolutely,” he affirms. “He wanted the whole shebang with you–marriage, house in the suburbs, kids.” He wipes his eyes. “Eddie really fuckin’ loved you.”

You take in the information, bittersweet emotions swirling through you. You still love Eddie, love him so much it makes you physically ache, but there’s deep-rooted anger. And then the guilt of being angry at a dead man; a dead man whose baby you were carrying. It was all too much.

Twisting the lid back on the pickle jar, you clear your throat and reach for the car door. “Thank you again, Steve. For everything.” You lean over and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re a great friend.”

Steve nods; the word friend is both comforting and unsettling. “Any time,” he manages. Anything for you. Anything you ever need, I’ll drop everything and come to you. No questions asked.

Tension resolved between you and him, Steve tucks himself into bed that night with a hope that he’ll have sweet dreams. He should know better by now.

It’s one of the usual nightmares, where Steve is calling out for his friends in the Upside Down, but no one is around. He’s alone, terrified, with no one to save him.

And then he hears the grandfather clock, so loud the world seems to vibrate. Clang, clang, clang, clang. But there’s something different this time. 

Steve’s blood runs cold at the sound of a fifth chime.

 –

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[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Part 6

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Multiple View Points

Word Count: 2040

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Beau’s POV: 

Beau rested his head against the cold glass of the passenger side window he was sitting next to, his gaze unfocused on the greenery flying by ahead of him. Everything around him was nothing but a blur, a long, agonizing blur. He’d stopped drinking heavily when he moved to Montana, but tonight, if he survived this shift, he was going to give his past, ‘recovered’ self, a run for his money. 

The day had been no short of hell itself, as he expected it to be. He was pretty sure that everyone in the Goddamn department knew that he’d not claimed Y/N. 

He thought he’d been able to hide behind the mountain of paperwork he’d had to work through in his office all day, but of course, some fucking asshole had to do a hit and run in the description of the car that Beau and Jenny had been tracking for weeks, presumably, it was connected with some cartel that had moved its way into town from New York. So therefore, he had to respond in person, because he didn’t really trust Jenny to do something stupid if she decided to go alone. This was just fucking perfect. Icing on the cake of a total shit day. One that apparently didn’t seem to have an end in sight. 

“You know, if you’re not up to this I can take you back to the station and just bring Pop with me,” Jenny offered again, taking her eyes off the road momentarily to stare at Beau with a concerned look on her face. She’d never heard him so quiet. It scared her. At first, she thought he was just angry at her, and he knew that is what she thought, but honestly, he was past angry, and just didn’t feel like talking about his feelings to anyone. Now he was pretty sure she was just fucking scared he’d gone into some sort of pining sickness. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure that he hadn’t, but seeing as there was nothing he could do about, there was no point in worrying about it. It’s not like he could change things, make them better. He just had to live with it until that little piece of Alpha that thought he’d found hope in Y/N died, just like he did the night Carla left, and took his pup with him. 

“Beau!” Jenny yelled this time, and he jumped, looking at her with wide, confused eyes and she set her lips in a hard, disapproving line as her eyes bore back into his. “You know, fuck it, I’m taking you back to the station, you’re not—”

“I’m fucking fine, we’re almost there anyway, just… let’s just get this over with.” Beau bit back, and she narrowed her eyes at him again before bringing her gaze back to the road ahead of her. 

“Beau, your mind’s clearly not on this, that’s dangerous, something could happen to you when you’re not paying attention fully to what’s going on around you. You’re not even really in any shape to be at work today.”

“I said I'm fine,” Beau growled threateningly as he turned his gaze back towards the road ahead of him and leaned his head back against the window. 

“I can tell you’re not fine Beau, but whatever, be stubborn. If you get hurt, then it’s on you. I offered you a way out. In more ways than one.”

“Excuse me?” Beau questioned, head shooting off of the window as if he’d been tased to glare at the blonde woman sitting next to him. “What do you mean, ‘in more ways than on’?”

“How do you think Y/N knew you were in rut? Or that you needed her? I went to Tonya’s Diner and I told her, if I had not, you’d be feral or dead right now.”

Beau saw red, he’d never been so angry. No amount of anger management, grief counseling, or fucking therapy could have calmed him down. He’d never had a woman on his punch list before, but he was pretty sure she’d just made it. 

“You what?” he growled as Jenny pulled up to the scene of the accident and put the vehicle in park. 

“You weren’t going to get any better,” Jenny said stubbornly. “So I went to Tonya’s restaurant, and I told her you were in rut, and that she’d triggered it. Ultimately it was her decision to go to you, but still, I think she had the right to know.”

Beau’s hands were shaking as he reached for the door handle, his nostrils flared heavily with each breath, and honestly, he probably looked a little insane. 

“You know, you really need to learn how to mind your own Goddamn business. I didn’t ask for your help. I didn’t ask you to send that girl to me. I didn’t ask for an Omega. Next time you decide to help, don’t.”

Before she could argue with him, Beau jerked the car door open, and stepped out onto the road, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, making a mental note to ride home with another deputy. Had she not butted in, he wouldn’t have to feel what he was feeling right now. He wouldn’t have had to make the decision’s he’d made. 

Y/N’s POV:

“Jesus Donno, I’m so sorry,” Y/N apologized for what felt like the thousandth time just in one day. 

“It’s okay Y/N,” Donno reassured her on the other end of the phone. “You had a lot coming at you when you left last, and this morning when you got here was no better. It was a simple mistake. I can correct it.”

“Doesn’t make me feel any better though, I should have checked it this morning before I left. When I get back to work tomorrow, I’ll stay an hour later and help you set up the breakfast prep for the next day off the clock to make up for it.”

“No you will not,” he argued, an air of finality in his voice. “You work too much as it is, take a few days off on us, recover from what that so-called Alpha did, and in a few days, come back to work when you’re feeling up to it. Your job will be here, and I’m seriously not worried about the prep work, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t losing it, and that I really didn’t have it done and not just misplaced a pan of biscuits or something.”

“You’re sane as you always were Donno,” she chuckled on her breath at the thought of Donno in comparison to sanity. “It was my mistake.”

“Again, no worries, I’ll call back and check in a few days to see if you’re able to come into work. In the meantime, get some rest Y/N,” he insisted. “You work and stress too much.”

“Scouts honor,” she said before disconnecting the call, and laying the phone down on the table with an exhausted huff. 

Truth be told, there would be no resting for her. 

When she’d gotten home from the restaurant, she’d cried until she just had nothing left to cry, only making it from the front door to the couch. She was mourning. She was mourning the Alpha that had rejected her so cruelly after he’d used her for his rut. She was mourning the pup that would now never be. She was just gutted from the whole thing. 

Then once she’d cried all she could cry, she picked herself up off of the couch, and forced herself into a shower in an attempt to get his scent off of her skin. She’d succeeded mostly. Still, if she breathed deep enough, she was sure she could smell him still. Like he was embedded into every fiber of her being. 

She thought that if she could get his scent off of her skin, then the extreme heaviness in her chest would go away, and she wouldn’t feel as if her whole house were sitting in the center of her chest, making it difficult to even breathe sometimes. The Anxiety and the heaviness that was there though did not dissipate with his scent though, cause it seemed to be getting heavier, and she started to become more anxious the longer she sat alone on her couch, staring at the phone that she’d placed on her coffee table moments ago. 

Even through the grieving, she’d been angry with Beau since she’d pulled away from his trailer with her shattered heart somewhere in her gut. She was angry that he’d used her. She was fucking furious that he’d had the audacity to bring her that pill. She was so, so mad, and so brokenly hurt. Still, as the minute hand clicked by on the clock hanging opposite her on the wall, the more she started to feel like something was very, VERY wrong. Like something really bad had happened. 

If she had to describe it, it was as if someone in the corner of the room had whispered, and she’d heard it, but no matter how hard she listened, she couldn’t distinguish what they were saying, but she knew they were asking for help. Then, when she turned, no one was there. It was creepy, and it made her skin crawl. 

It didn’t help that every time she closed her eyes, even for a moment, all she could see was those emerald eyes staring back at her the way they were when she’d left them there in his trailer. 

So no, there would be no rest for the weary, not today, probably not tonight or tomorrow either. 

She was just about to get up and go to try and make herself eat something, thinking it might help with the pit that she felt in her stomach, even though she wasn’t at all hungry, when the phone rang, making her jump off of the couch as if someone had yelled ‘clear!’ and hit her with a set of paddles. 

Normally, if it was a number she didn’t recognize, she just ignored it, but since she was so on edge, she answered it on only the second ring, afraid that if she didn’t, then it would only driver her mad thinking that it was the one call that she should have answered, but didn’t, cause that’s just how anxiety works, and now she’d never know because she didn’t answer. 

“Hello,” she half yelled breathily into the phone, her hand placed over her racing heart in an attempt to slow it. 

“Hello? Ms. Y/L/N?” the female voice on the other line responded, and for a moment, she thought she was about to get another notice on the extended warranty on a car she didn’t even own, so she rolled her eyes dramatically at her own overreaction as she flopped back down on the couch, even more annoyed and upset with herself that she already was. 

“Yes, this is she,” Y/N continued, committed by the fact that she’d already picked up the phone, might as well let it play out. 

“This is Connie, from Helena General. Beau Arlen was shot today in the line of duty. Jenny told me that you were his Omega.”

Just like that, the floor felt as if it had fallen out from under her, and had she not been sitting, she would have fallen on her ass. 

“Sh… He’s been shot?” she stuttered out finally. “Is he okay? Is he alive? How bad is it?”

“Calm down Ms. Y/L/N, he’s alive, but I can’t discuss the nature of his injuries on the phone, I need you to come to the hospital.”

For a split second, Y/N thought about just hanging up on her. Beau had abandoned her, rejected her so cruelly. Maybe he deserved the same fate. Maybe she should just walk away. Whatever happens to him, well, he deserved it. But then, there was this gut-wrenching feeling that just wouldn’t let her do it. It just wouldn’t let her abandon him the way he’d abandoned her. 

“I’m on my way.”

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[seepunkrun]

Notes from the Nov 12 OTW Public Board Meeting

Today's Agenda:

Decisions made since the last public board meeting

Welcome new Board members

Announce officer roles

Diversity update

Any other business

Decisions taken since last meeting:

Approved Finance requests

Approved new chairs for Fanlore, Support, and Strategic Planning

Granted preliminary approval for complaint management system

Created Twitter report for impersonation account

Approved new committee formation - Board Assistants Team

Approved new chairs for Board Assistants Team

Signed onto a letter opposing the Stop CSAM Act introduced in the US Senate

This meeting ran much more smoothly than the last due to the new rules and the way questions were handled. The first roll call showed 91 guests, and the last showed 88. Anh, as president, ran the meeting and got through the cut and paste business quickly, leaving 40 minutes for questions.

The diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) update was very brief but contained long awaited news:

We're delighted to announce that we've signed a contract with a consulting firm, who will be working with us on an organizational culture audit. (If you were wondering about the unlabeled $96,000 line item in the budget, this was it!) The consulting firm has already completed an initial survey and begun interviewing volunteers, and will continue this process over the next few weeks. DEI subject matter experts will be involved and consulted throughout the process. We are incredibly excited to work with them and make the OTW a better, more inclusive place!

Later, in response to my question asking for more details, Zixin said they would not be sharing information about the firm in order to protect them from possible harassment and that they don't have a sense of how many people at the firm will be working on this or for how long. They expect a preliminary report by the end of January 2024 and will give updates at the next public meeting.

Considering how long we've been waiting for progress on the DEI consultant, getting a report from them by January feels lightning fast, but history suggests the next Board meeting won't be until March, so it'll probably be a while before that information reaches us.

Also of note was the question of paid staff: Has the board been looking into hiring a volunteer to look into hiring paid staff? Is there a timeline for hiring paid staff?

Kathryn S responded:

We do have a timeline for Paid Staff Transition in our Strategic Planning 2023-2026: The Volunteers & Recruiting Committee has been working on finding an external HR firm for the organization for several months. There are two main goals behind for the OTW behind this initiative: • To help the OTW create a better environment for its volunteers by reviewing our current org-wide policies and procedures and creating new ones when needed; • To help the OTW transition from a fully volunteer-based organization to hiring our first employee. The committee has interviewed several firms, but the size and global scope of the OTW's volunteer and user bases make it a complicated project. They are still meeting with candidate firms and exploring potential alternatives.

I asked a follow up to this, a request for an update on the search for a Paid Staff Transition Officer, but it did not make it before the Board during the relevant conversation, or in the meeting at all. I used the double arm (o//) to indicate it was a follow up question, but it still depended on votes to get in front of them, which feels like a flaw in the system, but I'll get an answer eventually, see below.

People asked a lot of good questions, and we got answers for the promised ten, even though it made the meeting run about twenty minutes longer than its scheduled hour. Some of the topics covered: confidentiality policy for Board and the emergency procedures promised to volunteers; Finance investing OTW's money to avoid being solely dependent on donors; evaluation and improvement of the Constructive Corrective Action Procedure (CCAP procedure); progress on the ToS review; proposed subcommittee to handle complaints and conflicts within the OTW; complaint management system for volunteers.

If you'd like to learn more, I recommend joining the OTW Discord and reading back through the #public-board-meetings channel, which is pretty straightforward now that Board members are the only ones allowed to post there. If you've already joined, you can use this link to jump to the top of the Nov 12 meeting.

The meeting closed with the news that the Board is planning to release a high-level overview of their timeline that includes their goals for the 2023-2024 Board Year at the next public meeting.

The questions that didn't get answered during this meeting will be answered in the #questions-answers channel starting in two weeks. So expect those around November 26, when the Board will begin posting weekly Q&A threads.

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[starkdemigodninja]

More Touya content

Ask and ye shall receive. I have decided to dub this the “Keeping up with the Todoroki’s” timeline as this train of thought took off of its own accord and inspired an entire Touya x OC fic that’s currently holding my attention. So a little lovely wanted to know what happens after Touya gets home but first we’ll take a quick peek at what Rei was up to bts during the hospitalization.

After getting Touya to the hospital Rei does not go home until he’s stable. He codes twice in the night. The next evening seems more promising and doctors assure her she’ll be the first to know should there be any change.

She requests to be put in an outpatient program for her mental health fully recognizing what she did to Shouto and that she needs help but not wanting to leave her children with the help and at their father’s mercy

She goes back home. She tries to keep things as normal for the other kids as possible. Bringing them to visit their brother as soon as visitors are allowed.

The night after going off at Enji, Rei returns home with the other kids. They play in the courtyard while she prepares dinner. She feels a presence behind her and whirls around to find Enji looming in the doorway. “This is your fault. If you hadn’t been so weak, hadn’t destroyed my masterpiece….” He’s obviously drunk. He steps towards her and she meets him halfway brandishing the knife that been previously cutting vegetables. Last time she checked this was her house. She aims the point at his carotid. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He doesn’t move until she swipes at him slashing his cheek. Rei chases him from the house hurling various kitchen utensils. She decides that night over dinner that she was moving.

She drains half the money from the joint bank account and have Mitsuki and Inko help her house hunt. By the time Enji receives the divorce papers she and then kids are moving into a cozy eight bedroom.

Enji gets served the divorce papers in a board meeting at his angency. The world goes absolutely bonkers for the story. Touya’s accident, the divorce, the abuse allegations are all cause for speculation and fill every headline for weeks. Paparazzi lurk outside the hospital hungry for a pic of the family coming or going from seeing the wounded Todoroki boy. It’s all chaos.

When Touya gets out he’s happy not to have to return to scene of some his worst trauma. And he isn’t quiet about a goddamn thing.

Rei gets all the kids into therapy as soon as she’s able. The other kids take their time opening up the the child therapist not Touya. He spills everything.

When it comes to the paps Touya’s go to line is “I’m not legally allowed to comment on that piece of shit.”

When he comes back to school it is a special kind of hell. Too many nosy motherfuckers with too many questions. After while the novelty of embarrassing his father wears off and he just gets annoyed by the amount of other kids in his damn business.

He doesn’t know what he hates more the open staring at his still healing scars or the looks of pity. You (or in this case my OC) tell any and everyone off that makes him uncomfortable.

You two didn’t together right way both of you chalking the kiss up to heightened emotion and not genuine affection. (Much to Natsuo and Fuyumi’s dismay as it is so glaringly obvious how into each other you two are and it’s painful to watch you dance around each other)

One day junior year you over hear a group of girls daring their friend to ask Touya out as a joke all of them very openly talking shit about his scars. You see red but they disappear into a hall flooded with before you can crack open a can of whoop ass.

Touya comes up to you all smiles telling how he has a date that weekend expecting you to be happy for him. Instead you try to warn him it’s a set up. He accuses you of being jealous and claims that you don’t think he can pull a pretty girl cuz how fucked up the accident left him. You deny it (you actually think the scars make him hotter than sin but you’d never say that to his face). You fight until you get sick of each other and storm home separately.

Saturday comes and goes you don’t hear from him. Before you head to bed you text him: << Hey I’m sorry. I’m just trying to look out for you, not make you feel bad. << I hope your date went ok. Love you ❤️

Rei calls your mother the next morning and she hands you the phone while you’re still half sleep. “Hey honey, sorry to wake you. Touya got stood up last night, do you wanna come over maybe? I know you two fought but I know seeing you would help him feel better. Bring a bag I’ll talk your mom into letting you stay. Enji is sending a driver.” (Rei has no problem using Endeavor’s guilt to extort him)

You do as your told and hop in the bathroom for a quick shower dressing in cozy joggers and a crop tee, an extra uniform in your bag. You race down to the car only half listening to your mother’s “don’t bring home no babies” lecture. You tell the driver to stop at the nearest Daiso on the way. The clerk tried not to let any surprise on to his face as you buy a pair of tube socks and as many cheap bars of soap as you can afford.

Rei ushers you inside and up the stairs, taking your bag as you leave your shoes abandoned at the front door. She goes back to making comfort food. She knows this is a dangerous line she’s toeing and she can wholeheartedly say she doesn’t have any desire to be a grandmother yet but damnit something must be done. Especially if these shallow little broads are gonna hurt her boy intentionally.

You tip-toe into his room and find it dark except for the blue led lights around his desk and the soft glow of the galaxy mural you and his siblings painted for him a year prior. A soft folk song played quietly the chords wrapping the room in a sort of comfortable melancholy like an old worn cardigan. “Bestie?” You whisper not wanting to disturb him. “You were right.” Touya mumbles miserably his voice muffled by the pillows. You cross the room and clamber into the covers next to him. You’re immediately struck by the most delicious aroma of patchouli and mint as he shifted, downy white hair parting revealing a single puffy turquoise eye peeking at you. “I’m sorry I got pissy and yelled at you. I know you were just being protective.” He mumbled. “We both said some shit we didn’t mean it’s ok.” You held your arms out in acceptance. He took the offer readily melting in your grasp. You fight the heat rising in your face as he cuddles into you, your fingers slip into his hair massaging his scalp. He sighs at the contact. “I feel so stupid.” His voice wavers at the end and your heart breaks. “You’re not stupid, Makiko’s stupid.” You assure him giving him a squeeze. “And a bitch.” You stay tangled in each other chatting quietly about space and the deep sea and other random shit until Rei calls you for dinner.

Afterwards you attempt to help Tei clean up like you normally do but she shops you away with the other kids. You all decide to watch a movie in the home theater in the basement. (Another Enji guilt gift) After much debate you all settle on Zombieland. You try to convince Shouto to watch something else in a different room to no avail. “I’m not a baby, Y/N.” He insists. “If the twerp wants to traumatize himself let him, we’ve all done it at least once. Besides it’s a comedy hardly scary.”

You all laugh and jump through the entire thing. Talking shit left and right. Shouto dozed off as the credits rolled. Natsuo nudges Fuyumi who isn’t too far behind and scoops up the tween to carry him to bed. You settle in the guest room between Natsuo and Touya’s bedrooms. Touya inevitably sneaks in to chatter away until you both doze off curled up together.

The next morning your sitting on the couch loading bar after bar of soap into a single tube sock as Touya comes down fiddling with his tie. “The hell are you doing?” He asks perplexed. “The less yo know the better.”

You and Touya part at the lockers with a hug being in different classes. You see him off smiling until he disappears from your sight. As soon as he rounds the corner you drop your bag face determined heart filled with vengeance. You put your earrings in your jacket pocket,dump it with your bag, tie your hair up, and retrieve your soap sock. You march over to where you can here the little bitches tittering to each other. “Oi, Makiko.” Is the only warning you give before you go to work. It’s five in one but somehow you come out bloodied but triumphant. You seize Makiko by the hair and pull her to her feet just to slam her once again into a metal locker. “You will apologize to Touya. You will do it today. And if I find out you didn’t oh bitch, you’d better pray, cuz I don’t care if I’m suspended. I don’t care if I’m expelled. I will be back up here and I will fuck you up again. Do I make myself clear?” Makiko nodded against the painful grip in her hair. You ricochet her head off the locker and stomp her friend in the ribs one more time for good measure, mean mugging the few kids that lingered to watch as you head to class.

As you pass Touya’s classroom later you you peek into the partially open door and catches Makiko’s eye. She jumps in fear and quickly rounds the table in front of her to where Touya is sat dropping into a deep bow, the deepest she can muster short of dropping to the floor. You can’t hear what she says but her body language says everything.

When administration eventually finds out what happens they give all parties involved extra cleaning duties. You don’t mind, it beats suspension and Touya is kind of to stay behind and wait on you to finish. If there’s no adult supervision he’ll even lend you a hand so you can be done faster and you are eternally grateful. He always follows you home after making sure you get there safe and also getting as much time with you as he can seeing as you were grounded for a month after you mom found out.

Luckily for you though you are freed from bondage just in time for the biggest end of the year party this side of Musutafu, hosted by none other than the star player of your school’s baseball team Takahiro. And that is the fateful things change with you and Touya forever.

Alright lovelies here we go. A special shout-out to @darlingely hope this scratches that itch. And yes I did end with a cliffhanger to leave you wanting, I am cruel I know. Lol. 😜

You know the drill like, reblog, comment if you want more.

~Ciao 💜

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[hebblog]

FIRST GUEST SPOT!  I just spent the last week at DFA Tattoos in Montreal, and could not have asked for a more amazing experience!  I went in nervous as hell, not knowing what to expect, but mostly scared that I was going to fuck it all up. I’ve always been an anxious person in new work (and travel) settings, so my ADHD was fully flaring up and every negative thought was destroying me...until I walked in the door :)  All of the artists went above and beyond to make me feel welcome, the space was beautiful, the neighbourhood was fun, we had time at the start/finish of the week to do some city exploration and I got to do some really gnarly tattoos! Everything one could hope for in a guest spot.  This really nice couple (not even from MTL) came specifically to play my “get what you get” card game and share their must-see spots. I got to tattoo some of my closest friends that live out there (and then catch up over beers afterwards). I was able to learn about some different setups and equipment in the shop. But most importantly I was able to make some real connections with MULTIPLE shops and a ton of artists, solidifying that I’ll definitely be going back to work out there in the future. I really feel like Montreal is going to play a key role in my tattooing growth.  Sure, I didn’t get to do an insane amount of tattoos and make all the money, but it wasn’t about that for me. Each time I enter into a “first” in this job, I go in with the mindset of learning/trying/experiencing something new to add to my utility belt. The fact that the next time I go out I have THREE possible shops to work at alone is more than any amount of money. But for those that care; I averaged x2 tats a day, and made enough to pay for my share of the housing for the week (+shop rent).  This also feels like a “universe moment” as I’m currently in the midst of packing up my gear to move into a new shop here at home, and am feeling all those same anxious feelings again.

If you’re ever in MTL go checkout DFA, they’re the real deal and I’ll never be able to express enough love for everyone I was able to hangout with! 

#dfa tattoos #tattooing #blog #2023 #guest spot #tattoos #montreal #canada #travel

[iffylogic]

I’ve tried everything I can think of to stay positive, but I can’t keep up. I just can’t.

I’m so miserable. My life is just work, cry, sleep, repeat.

The place I work at is understaffed. The software is a nightmare.

And the clientele. Are. Horrible.

I basically spend half my waking hours getting yelled at, insulted, cussed out, glared at. Today was the new winner because this time I was cursed by proxy, hearing someone screaming at someone else at the top of their lungs, “Tell that stupid fucker [Iffy-deadname] to pay the fuck attention and” etc. Language is usually lighter, but ultimately I’m most accustomed to hearing that said to me directly.

I’m trying as hard as I can, and that’s the worst thing. I’m bad at this job. Really, really bad. And the more stressed I get, the worse at the job I get. The software and communication system we use is a backwards, impenetrable disaster.

But the worst thing is? I frequently make really stupid mistakes. I’ll completely forget a name I was given one sentence ago. I mix up numbers. I mix up faces. I mix up stories. I’ve tried to slow down, make an effort to pay attention and carefully absorb the information around me, burn it in.

Maybe it’s because I’m stressed, maybe it’s because of the rush, but I just can’t do it. I can’t get things straight. My auditory processing disorder makes it hard to process names/words I hear until the client is angrily spelling it out in a tone that oozes “you are an absolute moron Iffy.” And it’s happened so much that I can’t even disagree anymore.

It’s almost as bad when it isn’t my fault. Because frequently the client doesn’t care. The very first call of the very first day of this workweek was me being talked down to and mocked by someone whom I have never interacted with in any way. We were complete strangers. But I work for the place that’s too overworked/understaffed to cater to their every whim; I’m the one they found on the phone; I’m the one they’ll direct their rage at. Fully-grown adults—mothers, fathers, grandparents, left and right—not caring who they talk to as long as they get to hurt someone. My faith in humanity is practically in freefall.

I need to say this, it’s so important that I point this out: Many of the clients are wonderful people. And the staff are some of the kindest, most fun people you’ll meet. Hell, they’re why I leaped at the job.

But with us constantly lacking the staff to keep up with demand, people get mad. A lot of people.

I get up at 7 and come home at 7. I have two individual days off a week, and I spend most of that time in my bed. The several hours I have before bedtime for work the next day are spent either in a stupor or weeping, lately just the latter. There’s no time for the things that make me happy, the things I wanted to turn into a bigger part of my life one day. The job is cutting off the things it was supposed to give me a chance to return to.

I’ve tried so hard to stay motivated and positive. I really, really have. I’ve been focusing on the things I can finally save up for, and studying/practicing mindfulness and stress-management techniques. Going somewhere nice like the bookstore or the park for an afternoon.

I’m relieved to say that taking those days does bring me back for a bit.

But it doesn’t last. The stress-management stuff doesn’t last, not when the stress is so constant.

And it turns out the job pays a lot less than I expected.

It barely makes living expenses, if that. I can’t save up for the things I need or was looking forward to (including things important to someone in such a transitional phase of their life). And if an emergency arises, I won’t have the money to deal with it.

It took me half a year to even find this job. I don’t even... I don’t even know what to do. Am I trapped!? I’m crying for hours a day now. I spend most of my free time stressed from dreading the next shift, which is never far away. I’m so, so unhappy.

#long post #vent post

[titleunknown]

A/N: This is something that I started for fun. I'm not sure when I'll finish it or how long it will be in the end, but here's a sneak peak of it.

Rain pelted against the broken window in the room as my eyes opened to the light of the rising sun. The humidity was also high.

Rolling over, I stood up from the floor, and exited the room, avoiding stepping on any limbs. They would be up in just a little while.

I walked to the kitchen, not to eat, but to get my shoes on. There wasn't hardly any food these days and the kids would need it more.

Opening the door, I headed down the familiar path to the fields that were filled with all sorts of vegetables. Not for us though.

I saw a few guards as usual patrolling around as a few others like me arrived to work. We were scheduled shifts, but it's not like we had anything else to do, so most of us would spend the whole day working.

"Y/N!" My friend Nelly called out as she arrived. "Do you think we met the quota this week?"

"I hope so, the people in my housing could really use the extra money." I responded.

"Mine too. How can they expect us to keep working like this on an empty stomach. Thomas even fainted yesterday."

"I heard about that. Poor Mary and their children."

We both crouched down next to the tomato bushes and started picking. It didn't take very long for us to start sweating.

"Y/N….what would you do if you were ever able to get free from poverty?" Nelly asked.

"I'd start a few businesses." I responded. "I get really rich, then buy this whole land so that everyone here could be free to eat whatever they wanted and do whatever they wanted."

"I knew you'd say something like that. Your generosity is probably what attracts the fairies to you."

"You think so…"

Ever since I could remember fairies had always clung to me when the saw me. Whenever I was feeling sad they were always by my side.

"Well, what would you do?" I asked in return.

"I'd like to open a Cafe. And I'd like to own a lot of cats." Nelly replied.

"Then, until both of our dreams come true, let's continue to work har, then we'll work even harder."

We continued to pick tomatoes until all of the baskets at our station were filled.

"I'm gonna go get some rest. I think the heat is getting to me." I told Nelly

"Alright. I'm going to rest to. See you tomorrow." She responded before hurrying off.

Getting back to my assigned housing, it was quiet. I laid down on my blanket, closing my eyes as I felt some faeries surround me as I drifted off.

Soon I was met with the familiarity of my dream space. It was a garden full of beautiful flowers, but it was like a maze.

Every night I tried to get through it, but I was never able to make it to the end. It even seemed to change every time.

I stopped as I spotted a fairy resting on a rose.

"Hello there." I spoke as she stretched her limbs, fully waking up. "I haven't seen you here before."

She smiled at me before flying away. Others, that hadn't noticed, flying out of the rose bush, scattering petals all around.

"Y/N…." A voice startled me, causing me to turn around.

A man stood there his hair the same pure white shade as my own, but his eyes were a sparkling green.

"Who are you?" I asked, stepping back a little. No one had ever been in my dream space before.

"I'm…" the rose bush behind me suddenly lit into flames, startling me.

"What's happening? Did you do this?" I asked the man.

"Don't worry, I promise I'll find you?" He responded.

"Find me? What for? Who are you?!" My hands began to feel as though they were being pricked.

"I promise I'll find you…"

A stinging pain across my palm woke me up with a halt. I felt the heat of the flames before I saw them.

Multiple tiny sets of eyes were looking at me with concern as I began to fully come to my senses. The house was on fire.

I quickly threw a broken piece of wood at the window, shattering it completely so that I was able to escape through it.

"Do you know what has happened?" I asked the fairies as I saw that there was smoke from fires in the distance too.

They shook their heads as they continued to watch me.

"My friend Nelly, can one of you go help her get to safety?" A water fairy nodded his head and flew towards her housing. "Can you lead me somewhere safe?"

The rest nodded, grabbing ahold of my sleeve and pulling me. I let them lead me away.

I noticed the signs that said to stop and not go any further, but I trusted the fairies.

They didn't stop until we reached a river. I watched as a wood fairy morphed some fallen tree limbs.into a boat and put it into the river.

"Will it be a long journey?" I asked him.

He shook his head and motioned for me to get into the boat. I did, making myself comfortable on the seat.

The boat began to move steadily with the help of the fairies magic. Continuing straight for just a little while until a rock structure blocked out path.

I thought we had reached our destination until an earth fair created an opening in the rocks. The boat easily went through as it shut behind us, encasing us in darkness.

It was hard to tell if we were still moving forward if not for a light in the distance that kept getting closer until we emerged back into the outside.

It was different. A good difference though. For the first time in a while I felt relaxed and like I could breath.

"We're so happy that you're here now!" A wind fairy flew right in front of my face. "We've been waiting to bring you here for like ever!"

"You're talking…" I started.

"Duh! You're in the fairy kingdom now, of course you can hear us here."

"Fairy kingdom? Why am I here?"

"Do you really need to ask that. You're here because you are going to be our queen."

"I can't be a queen!" I stood up causing the boat to almost tip.

"Just calm down." A water fairy cut in. "Wish here doesn't exactly know how to….how do you say it….set the mood? No that's not quite right."

"Of course you can be queen." Wish started again. "You're mom was the queen here first, and your father is the King of Udonia. You got royalty girl, on both sides."

"WHAT!?" We had just made it to the shore and I quickly got off the boat. "My parents are…"

"Why do you look so shocked?"

"OH I don't know Wish, maybe it's because she didn't know who her parents were." The water fairy replied.

"Is that why she was living in that horrible place?"

"Why did you think she lived there?"

"Because she really like tomatoes?" Leaning closer to the water fairy, which whispered. "Does that mean her dad abandoned her?"

After letting out a sigh, the water fairy turned his attention back to me. "Let's just get you back to the palace and have Hildrid explain everything to you. Sound good?"

I felt myself getting more dizzy until I finally fainted.

"Well that went well!" Wish exclaimed.

"I do not get enough berries for this." The water fairy sighed.

#reader pov #fantasy #fairies. #fae #queen of the fairies #lost family #royal family #sneak peak #fem reader

[pokerobbo]

Week Four - Fuckin Whore.

Well as the weeks go on I was under the impression that shit was supposed to get easier but it hasn’t yet. I guess I’ll keep waiting (like I did when I was younger and I was expectant that my dad would return from getting that pack of cigarettes). Port Augusta is currently a minor with a machete holding up Woolworths away from being Alice Springs and I don’t much care for it (much like I don’t much care for paying $650 a fortnight in Child Support). What’s the solution though? Back when I was 13 I was watching Mr Squiggle and playing my gameboy, these little cunts are smoking darts and playing real life grand theft auto (legit. Witnessed it with my own two eyes.) One night earlier this week I was called a ‘fat white dawg’ because I told a young bloke (probably about 13 or so) that I didn’t speak English when he asked me for a smoke. Anyway I digress. Let’s get on with it.

Health wise there isn’t much to report on however KFC have bought back $10 for 24 Nuggets which I fully intend to support. I don’t give a fuck what anybody says there are three certainties in this world; 1 WTA tennis players do not deserve equal pay they play half as much in grand slams, 2 Liam Jacobson will always lose in a fight and 3 KFC has the best chicken nuggets hands down. End of week weight is 123.2 KG.

Financially things are moving along slower than George Pell walking through a school yard (not cause he’s a pedo but because he’s dead ya freaks!). At this rate it wouldn’t surprise me if Essendon win a finals match before I’ve paid off my debts! After my upcoming trip to see Rick Hernandez and Podge I’ll be able to put more money onto debts.

On the subject of Rick and Podge; all though they both support shit AFL teams I’d like to show them some appreciation. Rick has been with me through thick and thin and is always there when I need him (admittedly a lot of the time it’s when he isn’t in a legal state to drive, but he’s there none the less). Rick has a heart of gold and will drop what he is doing quicker than Edwin Chung on an unauthorised iTunes account to help out any of his friends. He has been one of my closest friends for the last 9 years and despite him supporting the Adelaide Crows I will put up with him for the rest of my life. (Side note: if you every need anyone to break through a door with a knife or hockey stick he’s your man. He’s allegedly quite good at it, he’s also not a bad beer pong player, not that he’s ever beaten me). Podge is a somewhat new addition to my life; and although she apparently can only bear Daughters (like seriously how the fuck else is your child going to excel at sport. Grow up Podge) she is definitely one of the people I want to have in my life long term. Get you a Rick and Podge and life improves immensely.

Mentally I’ve been doing okay (mentally I have moved from Jeffery Dahmer to Kanye West) but I have started the process of getting the right support (not that drunken phone calls with Rick Hernandez aren’t helping).

That’s all I can muster for now and I apologise for the lateness (although better a blog be late than a period; am I right?).

Until next week;

Be a good cunt.

[thefeistydragon]

So the election. The good the bad and the really bad.

Short version.

We don't know the full results yet and might not for weeks because of votes needing to be counted and potential run off elections. We do still have an idea of how things might go though.

Dems did better than expected which leaves me hopeful for the next election if we get a real one. We might not get a real one though if the GOP takes the Senate because they will outright destroy democracy here.

Our best case scenario right now is they take the house and we hold the Senate. Which will still result in no improvement over the next two years because the GOP will be undermining anything good.

Many races came down to a few thousand votes. Keep this in mind the next time someone says voting doesn't matter.

(Expanded thoughts under the read more)

Considering things dems performed surprisingly well. A red wave was expected, but instead we ended up with so many competitive elections. This despite massive voter interference from the GOP, of which I personally experienced.

My registration was rejected due to reasons tying to my disability, as many others in Texas were. Our districts were gerrymandered again, polling places closed down, requests for absentee ballots ignored until it was too late for some people to fix it.

In spite of interference like that across the nation, people have managed to somewhat hold them off and it's clear to me where the votes would have gone in a fully fair election.

It's not enough to win but 45% of Texas voters in this hostile environment chose Beto in spite of everything including the bs the GOP pulled in Democratic counties. (For anyone who didn't know they relaxed voting rules for Republican counties and actively made things much harder in Democratic ones.)

This isn't even mentioning voter intimidation many people faced and still turned out. People were avoiding sending their children to school if it was a polling place because of fear, but voters still turned up. I wonder just how many didn't and could have if they weren't afraid for their safety?

And still, several of the most consequential votes in the nation are coming down to a few thousand people. It's coming down to the wire despite all of the cheating the GOP is so fond of doing and so fond of accusing others of.

Despite all the hardships we managed to gain on the number of state governors and keep some real nasty pieces of crap out of power. This is exceedingly important, because control of state legislatures and governorships is vital. There's a reason the gop has been working to control those for decades.

So. Considering things we have a few scenarios. Either the we lose just the house (best case at this point) or worst case the GOP gets control of all of Congress.

The bad.

Even in the best case scenario nothing good is going to manage to pass because the GOP are going to block everything, and spend all their time wasting taxpayer money on petty investigations they'd never subject Trump and his ilk to. They will not play fair, and have already said as much. They've vowed to remove people from their jobs in Congress in retaliation for democrats taking violent fascists off of committees after they literally threatened their coworkers. The gop have said essentially that gives them the right to remove any democrat they want from any committee. Which yes. Means say goodbye to anyone looking into Jan. 6.

Inflation will not be managed and abortion rights won't be protected, the supreme court is not getting any better. Help for students is very much up in the air.

The president isn't a king, and Congress is where policies come from, which means with the House falling to a bunch of fascists, we're not in a good spot.

The GOP do not want the corporate price gouging being masked as inflation to get better, because it benefits them. They do not want people to have rights to bodily autonomy. And they desperately want to strip every social safety net we have to really kick off the genocide of disabled and poor people they've been foaming at the mouth for for years.

They will be pulling every trick in the book to do that. Anything done to try and improve lives they are going to try and fuck over, and they will blame the Dems for it. Don't fall for it.

Now, the really bad.

If things shake out in the end that they take the Senate? That's it. We're fucked and you better be ready to resist or flee.

They are going to either crash the economy or slash medicare and social security. Either one of those happens and millions of people are going to die. No ifs ands or buts.

From there they are absolutely going to fuck with our ability to ever have another even remotely fair election. They've said straight out several of the strategies they'll use to make sure whatever GOP candidate they have next becomes president, regardless of election results.

They will attempt to Impeach Biden as revenge for Trump. They will attempt to enshrine a nation wide abortion ban. They will roll back protections for vulnerable groups and even try and pass laws targeting and discriminating against us.

They will be targeting and coming after disabled people, POC, religious minorities, queer people, women, and rights like bodily autonomy.

I especially want to emphasize that they will do nothing to address the fanning flames of antisemitism sweeping the country right now and will continue to encourage violence against Jews in the nation. And if that sounds worryingly familiar to anyone there's good reason.

The GOP will continue to be the fascist pieces of crap they have been, but with power to make their twisted political ambitions a reality.

No the two parties are not the same and I pray to any god that will listen that we all don't have to find out because some of you fucked around and thought that. Because you're about to find out a tomato plant isn't the same as what we call a nightshade despite being in the same family.

Still

Please don't get disheartened. It's going to be a rough next two years regardless of how it shakes out but we'll manage.

We'll survive if it shakes out that the Dems managed to hold the Senate. If they lose the Senate, buckle up and start reading how to take back a democracy, because we're not getting out of this easy. I likely won't be here to help because their policies in that scenario are going to kill me, but they can't kill all of us yet. And we can stop it before they do.

Reminder that it's always going to be "vote and". Cast your ballots with the little political power we have. Vote in primaries to get better candidates. And in between elections? Direct action, protests, and community building.

Regardless of how things go there's still hope. We don't have to let history repeat and the world doesn't have to fall to hatred and fascism.

#us elections #us elections 2022 #fascist conservative and puritan clowns get blocked so don't bother #not that I'm expecting many people to see this and the ones that would are not those things

[pen-observing]

Hi! If you will have any inspiration about this

What do you think would be little things that brothers would bring you as courting you? As like birds or penguins with rocks and sticks?

Thank you 💜

sjdaj this was fun! i did have an image of lucifer bringing feathers as a meme in my mind for a sec

what the brothers bring you while courting you/wanting to impress you:

Lucifer:

He is what many would consider to be a classic idea of a man. Tall, dark, handsome with refined taste. Because of this he tries to be refined in what he brings you as well. Why should you two not share such traits?

Lucifer because of this relies on the extravagant, classic choices. Most of all – jewelry.

Rings, necklaces, bracelets – everything he sees while out on an errand that catches his eye.

He also tries to match some items with you. He has a golden pen, why shouldn’t you have one as well?

However, one thing that gets in his way is that: no matter how strong his impulse to buy or obtain rare jewels is – he cannot always give them to you.

He overthinks it.

‘if I give them two rings two weeks in a row, would that be too much? Would they then spend money to buy an outfit that matches it? Would the gifts lose their meaning if I don’t space them out? If I continue to give them so many gifts, they would feel responsible to return them so they would spend more money on me and we both know that I am the one who has more money so--’

All these thoughts come to him. Sometimes Lucifer even thinks that your pride would be hurt if he gives you jewels so often.

He tries not to go overboard but he knows that there is a whole desk drawer of little boxes just waiting for the right time to go to you.

Mammon:

No matter how much Mammon may chase gold and sparkles – he is no Lucifer and there is no way that he can just rely on jewels.

Sure, on very special occasions he manages to surprise you with them and that does make it more meaningful.

Mammon puts aside everything else and actually gets a job whenever your birthday is close.

So what else could be bring you?

He is well aware of how birds bring branches or rocks – how sometimes they even spend so much time flying high above and continuously dropping walnuts for others on the road until they crack. His approach is similar.

When you have issues or need to open something – he always offers himself.

It is a bit silly but being there for someone counts.

Besides this – every trinket that he sees somehow ends up in your room

Plushies, fun masks, nail polish that matches his, a leaf that fell in his hair while he was sleeping under a tree and dreamt of you.

He also brings postcards, magazines, photos you might enjoy.

Once he brought you a heart shaped stone and bragged about how his keen eye managed to observe it in the clean river!

Something in every corner of your room will be adjacent to him.

“What if I brought you branches?” “What?” “Nothing!”

He just wanted to ask!

Leviathan:

Lucifer is impulsive in buying just one thing, Levi, however, is impulsive all around.

And that impulsivity goes in many directions.

He is able to use and calculate all his Akuzon points to make sure that you get 10 products instead of just 1.

He takes it very, very seriously.

Sometimes he buys you way too many snacks, other times he orders 5 costumes

Often his courting relies on the thought; what if we shared this!

His mind says that the more you have in common the better match you are.

This is why he brings matching keychains or slippers or even computer backgrounds and mousepads.

He still knows that ‘matching’ does not fully count but it really warms his heart when he sees that you are willing to share and indulge in those small things that would not really matter to others.

It gives him a confidence boost and reassures him that you are in fact open to him.

However, something still has to be yours alone.

Yours alone, from his hands and he needs to make sure of that.

Levi does bring you pearls like penguins do.

And he did in fact spend a long time underwater making sure he brings the best ones.

Just... never show him the video that trended of a female penguin cheating on her partner in the human world.

Satan:

Satan, no matter how much he tries to deny it, is in many ways similar to Lucifer.

He might dress the way he does but he tries to be a classic gentleman in this regard.

He does bring jewelry too – however he never brings it without a deeper, more profound reason.

‘so what if this ring is rare? What does it matter to them? Nothing.’

He has to hear you say it is very pretty to give it to you.

The necklace needs to remind him of your eyes or he is not buying it at all.

Because of this – he is very picky so few gifts are of this nature.

What else does he bring?

Satan writes you notes all the time.

Sometimes they are there to remind you of water or meals, other times they are short quotes.

In fact, he brings you annotated books; lines that remind him of you; quotes of feelings he knows thanks to you.

He brings you parts of himself and looks for parts of you in everything.

This is his idea of courting.

And don’t be surprised to get letters (wax made by him) under your door even if you live close by.

Asmodeus:

Unlike the others, Asmo has no problems with giving you whatever his own impulse says to.

Why should he hide these 2 perfumes that he bought thinking of you and wait for 3 weeks to present them to you?

No, do it right then and there because your heart felt the love or do not do it at all!

Because of this, his impulse costs a lot. Only second to Lucifer.

Asmo wants to give you luxurious things but he knows that jewelry alone can get boring rather fast and is limited by time and fashion and practicality etc.

So he gives you luxury in everything.

New lines of fragrance are yours as well as his, new skin care products that few humans can buy just show up at your door.

Does he also give you framed photos of him? Yes

Does he give you best silk? Also yes.

Why should the two of you not enjoy these things? You deserve it after all.

Still, Asmo is very sentimental too.

He gifts you photo albums of things that make him feel so. Memories of trips and walks; of sleepovers and quiet nights as well.

Yes, luxury is there but this small pretty pen is cheap and has hearts on it! He simply has to give it to you!

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub knows the ‘proper’, ‘correct’ or expected ways to court someone.

He knows what gifts others give and why.

But, all of that seems slightly...like vanity or showing off to him.

It just wouldn’t feel right to give you a framed work of art or color stones that glimmer if it does not really awake something.

His gifts are as gentle as him.

Yes, food is the most obvious choice but he really does worry if you are eating well because humans are fragile.

Flowers that he sees in shops or on walks.

While once walking with Luke he saw some and said how pretty they would look on you. Luke taught him to make flower crowns for that reason.

Most of his gifts are handmade.

He wants to help you on his own no matter what.

The most consistent gifts however are those that you said you needed.

Doesn’t matter when you said it or how, maybe it was just a passing thought, but he remembers and he gets them for you.

Belphegor:

it wouldn’t be wrong to say that he manages to mix up all of these ways and refuses to settle down on just one type.

This is because he is similar to Beel.

Beel gives you thinks you said you needed; Belphie gives you those you did not even notice.

He is constantly observing you and being as smart as he is – nothing escapes him.

You don’t have to complain how you grew bored of your boots or how annoying those headphones are.

He just notices it and gives you new ones.

Sometimes he looks at you during a party in Diavolo’s castle and things that a necklace is missing and would actually be useful in the future as well; so, he buys it.

Books for assignments you are not aware you will need next year find their way to your table. Yes, it is a year but he is a published Devildom scholar so trust him with this.

Paintings, matching rings with stars, a keychain of some small alien from a human TV show etc.

He treads the lines of outlandish with luxury and simple.

Seeing you surprised no matter what because you never mentioned these things always brings him joy.

a/n: how tf do you spell jewelry is it this or jewellery or i hate his word pls

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