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Dark!Commander Mills x f!Reader

word count: 3.7K

warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dead Dove Do Not Eat; this fic may be unsettling for some readers. Dark!Mills, Chasing Predator/Prey, fear, tense scenes. DubCon [Non-Con Themes?]. Mentions of body hair, Size Difference/Size Kink. Pussy slapping, unprotected p in v sex, tummy bulge, claiming, cream pie

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Jagged bark digs into the skin of your back through the thin, soft cotton fabric of your shirt. You feel the amber tree sap seep into the canvas, sticking uncomfortably to your back and clinging to you as you try to ease your hyperventilation. The cells of your lungs vibrate with alarm, stinging as you suck in mouthfuls of oxygen.

Get away.

The sunshine thrashes you, your skin slick with the sweat that rolls down your temples. Heat ebbs at the edges of your mind, teasing you with the promise of unconsciousness. Rest. It urges you to let your knees slump, to ease your aching body down to the forest floor and close your eyes for a moment– you can’t. You can’t be certain how far ahead you were or how much of a head-start he had conceded.

It had been freezing when you awoke, the cold biting your skin raw even as it thawed. A low hum deafened your ears, subconscious tears frosting your coarse eyelash hairs together and forcing your lids shut. Panicked, you had pushed the heels of your palms to your eyes in an attempt to melt the frosty glue, feeling something slippy and thick smear across the skin of your cheekbone.

The metal tang to the scent that pierced your nostrils indicated you were bleeding, pain leaping forward in your skull and forcing your eyes open in your discomfort. Like a mallet smashed over your head, the sounds of your surroundings cracked through your ear drums. A deafening siren screamed, blurring your vision with the intensity of its volume. Glass tinkled against the metal shell of the cryogenic chamber as you’d wearily pushed yourself from the leather seat you had called home for an estimated double solar-cycle. Your limbs were stiff, unused and preserved in ice for twenty-four months.

Green flooded your vision as you rose to your feet, a flashing light on the data pad of your chamber indicating your apparent survival following defrost. You’d been thankful to see your vitals displayed across the screen– you had felt so awful upon waking that you were almost certain you had died.

Relief that had flooded your veins curdled into distress when the data pad beeped, a cursor swiping across the pixels to dismiss the notification of your stirring.

You hadn’t given the scene much notice from then, jittery fear shuddering over your skin and forcing your feet forward. The ship that had meant to deliver you to Somaris was nowhere in sight, but debris pieces of the vessel had lay strewn across the forest floor. Orange embers still glowed within the metal of some large slabs of metal.

The realisation had been slow to arrive, the throbbing remnants of a concussion sweeping nausea throughout your body as you stumbled over the fallen trees. The piercing ring of the alarm continues to circle your agitated mind, tormenting you with the sinking reality of your plight. Stranded on a planet far beyond the solar system you had come from, surrounded by alien creatures you hadn’t seen stored in information holo-pads and without a ship to re-enter orbit– all while attempting to avoid the person who you had no doubt was hot on your heels.

Initially, you had assumed that the scaly, lizard-like animals were causing the snapping of the twigs in the thick treeline of the forest. While some were humongous, you noticed some were of a smaller size. Even the creatures that reached your hips posed a significant enough threat for you to avoid them by ducking behind tree trunks and bushes, their sharp teeth dripping with saliva when they caught your scent.

Whipping around at the sound of another ‘crunch’, you’d caught sight of him. Long, ebony hair fell in strands in front of his face; his brows pinched together in a stalker's concentration. His lips set in a grim, thin line, recharge-blaster aimed directly at your calves. The amber sap that had coated your skin from the trees appeared to have drenched his eyes, irises burning a bright honey colour in the brutal sunshine.

You hadn’t stopped running since, chest heaving as the cells of your lungs screamed at the intensity of your pace. The thick fabric of your flight suit, coated in leather around the collar, was heavy to carry, your legs aching as you’d lept over each of the fallen trunks in your way.

Shuddering at the memory of the hours you have spent evading capture, you inhale shakily in an attempt to ease your thumping heart. It threatens to crack your sternum, bludgeoning the bone with its rapid pace. Even though you’d stopped for some time, dread kept your heartbeat thrumming like the wings of the birds on your home planet, your blood rushing in your ears and drowning out the squawks of the flying lizards, their beaks long and sharp, wings leathery with clawed hands at the joint.

A stream trickles nearby, the running water rippling around the surrounding rocks. The breeze is cool against your face, tickling your cheekbones in a soft kiss. Despite the rustling of the leaves, the babble of the small brook, and the distant hiss of the hot spring geysers, it’s utterly quiet.

Foreboding chills you to the bone, wringing you dry.

It feels off, this delicate balance of stillness. Trepidation crawls up the vertebrae of your spine and prickles your skin with goosebumps. There’s an ambience; thick with something sinister. It coats your surroundings and lingers in the air like unsparked lighting, threatening to pounce.

Your hair stands on end, blood freezing along with the beat of your heart when you hear it; the zooming charge of a blaster.

“You can’t run from me forever.” It’s delivered with an alarming deadpan, his even voice ricocheting off the tree line. You can’t tell where he is like this, your neck reeling on its shoulders as you frantically search the area.

Darting your eyes amongst the bushes, you spot him- his footsteps cautious as he picks each footfall carefully. He’s learnt from his previous mistake, ensuring not to reveal his position with a snapping twig.

You swallow back a whimper, skirting around the trunk of the tree. Palm pressed to your nose and mouth; you hear your trembling breaths as you attempt to smother them. It’s terrifying, the level of noise you make. You’re certain your pulse gives away your hiding spot- that the vibration of the very cells of your being is connected to an amplifier and blasting through the woodlands.

In contrast, your pursuer is almost silent, barely making a sound as he picks through the undergrowth. You wonder how it’s possible for such a large man to make so little noise. He’s so careful, so silent that you pause your breath to listen for him better. Where-?

“Sweet Thing…” you hear him coo, a slight taunt to his voice that makes your nails dig into the tree's bark. Your lungs threaten to scream, ankles promising to buckle beneath the suffocating pressure.

Crouching as low as you can onto the balls of your feet, you attempt to shuffle around the trunk's circumference. You’re careful to test each footstep, feeling for fragile foliage beneath the sole of your shoe before setting it on the floor. You swallow thickly, wincing as the dried leaves rustle quietly.

It’s as though time momentarily stops. The rubber of your heel catches on the roots of the tree, slipping down the curved surface and sending your foot crashing through the sun-baked foliage with a sickening ‘crunch.’

Oh.

Tensing up all at once, your muscles pinch with fear. You fail to suppress the heaving breaths that rattle through you now, sucking in mouthfuls of oxygen and wheezing in terror when you exhale.

“Hmm,” a hum sounds to your left, loud to your ears. You bristle, the seams of your person screaming that you need to move, to run. Instead, you stay rooted to the spot, fight or flight bested by the primal instinct to be still. To hide. The atmosphere shifts, the chill of the breeze twisting to an icy disquiet.

Don’t. Don’t move, be still. If you’re still, he won-

They crawl across the curve of your jaw at first, fingertips creeping along the line of the bone before gently grasping your chin. White hot fear holds you perfectly still as his thumb pushes into the soft flesh of your cheek, the scrape of his knuckles biting into your skin as they purse your lips together. With your feeble attempt to shake him, his grip turns solid.

“Got you.”

His gruff voice rasps against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the thin skin and raising goose pimples across your neck and down your spine. Breath caught in your throat, you barely manage a whimper of response– the sound cracks in your vocal cords and sounds more like a startled exhale.

Your resolve fractures into tiny shards as he uses the grip on your chin to tilt your head backwards. Tension cracks between your shoulder blades at the awkward angle, your muscles straining as he pulls them taut. There’s a tensity at your throat, too, the thew connecting your jaw and neck almost pained by the extreme flex.

Amber. The thin strips of gold lay stark against the pitch black of his dilated pupils, irises merely a slither as the abyss swallows them whole. An eagerness paints his expression, even as his thick, dark brows pinch together in concentration. The hulking frame of your hunter stands above you, neck practically folded over to stare down at your kneeling form. He’s scanning your face, assessing each aspect of your visage and taking in the details. The paw grasping at your face tilts it left and right as he searches for… something.

Again, you wail as you feel his thumbprint dig into the soft flesh of your cheek. It braces against the edge of your molars, prints embedding– branding itself into the skin beneath it.

“Shh-Shh,” He hushes you softly, voice somewhat soothing now as he sweeps his knuckles across your temple and over your cheekbone. “Quite the hunt. Chased you all over, 70652. ”

The five digits of your passenger number ring through your eardrums like the alarms that had alerted you to your crash landing. It flits across his expression, a smug, mocking look as the realisation strikes you between your ribs like a wet blade—the pilot. Commander Mills, you had been told before cryostasis, was a skilled enough aeronaut to deliver you safely to the destination of Somaris. It appeared he had failed his mission.

“I- I don’t-”

“Everyone in the cryo-bay is dead,” he speaks over you, matter-of-fact in his unwavering tone. Your eyelashes flutter closed, confident Mills can feel your pulse pump blood through your veins as he trails his fingertips down your jugular. It tingles, the feather-light touch, adrenaline rushing over your body in surging waves. “It’s just us.”

“Hngg-” you mewl as he crouches behind you, dragging his lips gently across your pulse point as he breathes you in- the scent of your evasion. Soil coats you in an earthy smell, the metallic tang of blood from the scrapes of the thorny undergrowth. Mills groans against your jugular, scraping his sharp incisors over the thrum of your heart while savouring you.

“Aren’t you lucky?” He whispers, gravelly voice barely registering at this volume. Mill’s hand slips down your throat, calloused fingertips tracing down your central points. Your throat, your sternum between your breasts. The deliberate trail has your breath quickening, an underlying threat of danger making the hairs on your arms stand on end. “Lucky that I found you before those creatures did? Hmm?”

The delicate intonation of his question is deceptive. He’s not being kind- he’s mocking you. Still, the enamel of his teeth sinking into the concave connecting your neck and shoulder has you crying out, wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Mhm,” he lathes his tongue over the indents his teeth leave behind, splaying his fingers wide as he trails his palm over your stomach. Need unfurls beneath the weight of his hand, twisting and coating your abdomen when his fingers dip just beneath the waistband of the joggers you had been provided before entering cryostasis. “This... Is thanks enough.”

Heat creeps across the apples of your cheeks as you feel his hand slip further into your pants and wedge beneath your panties. You can do nothing but turn your hot face away from him, squeezing your eyes shut when his fingers brush through the thatch of curls across the curve of your pussy. Mills hums softly, your only warning before he’s sliding the pad of his finger through your slick cunt.

“Shit,” he grunts softly, the tip of his nose trailing up the length of your jugular. “So wet for me already.”

Sinews in your jaw ache at the force with which you clench your jaw, trying desperately to swallow down the moans that threaten to bubble up from your throat. Mills is circling his fingertip just barely over your clit now, the delicate touch coiling a throbbing heat between your thighs.

It’s a subconscious response, one that bypasses your brain and jolts your hips forward onto his hand. You don’t mean to, your fingers sinking into the soil beneath you as your body tenses. It sends a bright, hot arc of pleasure through your body and you wail raggedly, the short-lived friction enough to blur your vision.

Mills leaps.

Ripping his hand from your pants, he grabs ahold of your waist in a bruising grip, flipping you over onto your back harshly. It’s so fast, the world careening sideways. When you land it almost winds you, your spine hitting the ground with a thud. Twigs and rocks dig into your flesh, but Mills gives you no real opportunity to complain when he pins your body down with the hulking weight of his own.

Urgency spurs Mills on, pushing his fingers under the waistband of both your joggers and your panties before yanking them down your thighs. He doesn’t bother to remove them, abandoning them over your shins. They bunch around your ankles, movements restricted by the fabric. Your body is trembling, buzzing with something far from the fear he had originally inspired in you.

Mills is huge. Broad and muscular, when he leans his body over yours he almost blocks your whole line of sight. His muscles shadow through the thin fabric of his shirt, sweat causing the material to cling to his damp flesh. The chase across the forest seemed to have had little effect on his athletic frame, the exhaustion that had afflicted you unapparent when he pushes your knees back against your chest.

“Just look at you. Trembling. Panting. It’s gorgeous.” Subtle cruelty drips from his tongue when he praises you, watching your nipples harden as your folds are exposed to the cool air. Honey irises drag over your sopping cunt, greedily lapping up the view. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, so exposed to a stranger you had been running for in fear of your life just moments before.

“Please,” you beg, pathetic sobs cracking in your throat at the desperation to be touched.

“You’re in no place to be directing me, Sweet Thing.”

Despite his apparent refusal, Mills is pushing the trousers of his flight suit past his hips to expose his cock. Again, he refuses to waste time in removing them entirely, removing just enough to ease himself out of the confines of the material. You only catch a glimpse of his cock before he hoists your thighs over his pelvis, but your heart seizes at the sight– an angry, red tip leaks precum that smears across the inside of your thighs, veins protruding across the large shaft. You can’t fit tha-

God, he pushes the pad of his thumb into your clit and you yelp, seeing stars. A steady, wicked throb of bliss pulses through you as he applies pressure to the bundle of nerves, swiping his print back and forth. It’s overwhelming, and you can’t help the way your hips jolt as you feel him attempt to breach your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Stop moving,” Mills orders, hand wrapped around his dick as he sweeps through your folds. You’re sobbing now, tears welling in your eyes as he continues to abuse your swollen clit. He slips again, dark eyes flicking up to your face when your hips jolt upwards to chase his touch, the build of your impending orgasm catching you off guard with how quickly it seems to blossom. The third time, when the tip of his dick notches the inside of your thigh rather than taking root, his patience snaps.

Mills suddenly draws back from you, removing his hand from your clit before bringing his open palm down on your throbbing cunt with a brutal slap. Pain bows through you, blending seamlessly with your bliss and causes a sharp, high pitched cry of his name to tumble from your lungs. In your shock, your hips momentarily still. Taking advantage of your dazed state, Mills quickly lines his pulsing cock against your cunt and drives home, swiftly ramming into you with an abrupt snap of his hips.

A haggard gasp rips through your throat at the sudden intrusion, the painful stretch of his cock cracking through you and making your eyes roll back. Dirt cakes under your fingernails as you grasp feebly at the damp soil, trying and failing to find any kind of purchase to ground yourself.

“Take it,” Mills orders, his gruff voice impossibly reaching lower octaves as he pushes his length further into you. He sits back slightly, his eyes almost pitch black with how his pupils swallow them up as they settle on your cunt. Fascinated, he watches your lips stretch around his girth and paint his protruding veins with your slick. “Make it fit— Shit!”

His crude growl scrapes your eardrums as he bottoms out inside of you, hips flush with your own. You can’t breathe, feeling as though he’s big enough to settle amongst your lungs. You heave shallow breaths, your head pulsing with mind-numbing dizziness.

Then he’s moving. He drives forward at first, reaching depths inside you that make your abdomen ache before pulling out of you. The stark emptiness he leaves you with is short-lived, thrusting forward and stealing what little oxygen you had swallowed down.

Heat simmers through you with each shred of the head of his cock against something blinding inside of you. It gives you no room to think, to move, the cruel pace Mills sets. It’s merciless, pummelling into you and driving you up across the forest floor. “Fuuuuck, that’s good,” Mills groans loudly, holding on tight to your hips to prevent you from sliding away from him. You sob brokenly, hitting his chest with the heel of your palm as you struggle against the orgasm that’s practically hurtling towards you. Christ, his dick is so hard, ramming through you and pushing up against your cervix and causing a delightful ache.

The wet sounds of him thrusting into you are obscene, slick and desperate as he begins to pull you down onto the snaps of his hips. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, collecting in your hairline as you sob his name over and over.

“Look at you,” Mills practically snarls, eyes set on the bulge in your lower abdomen and in awe of what he finds there. Fuck fuck fuck. You can see him, see the outline of his cock driving in and out of you through your abdomen. “Mine.”

Through your haze, you feel Mills press his giant palm against your abdomen, feeling himself twitch and thrust inside of you. His forehead drops against your shoulder, hips beginning to stutter as your walls flutter around him.

It’s overwhelming; the intense pace, the brutality of his thrusts, the way your clit brushes against the pubic hairs on his lower pelvis. You sound fucking wrecked, wails spluttering with each devastating rock of his hips.

“Aha-ah- ohfuck,” you babble, eyes rolling back as your body curls inwards. You’re burning, tightening, your orgasm creeping across the pit of your stomach. “I-I’m gonna-“

Mills groans loudly, and your back arches suddenly when he bites into your collarbone. His teeth sink into your flesh, hard enough to draw blood, and the pain shoves you right over the ledge you’d been dancing over. You cum with a scream of his name, clamping down around his cock as ecstasy surges through you from head to toe. Your vision blurs, hearing cuts out.

“Shit,” you hear him spit distantly, despite the close proximity to your ears. Mills’ hips push up deep inside of you, his body lurching and trembling as he cums inside of you. It feels, even in your altered state of consciousness, like it takes forever. Milking him endlessly, his breath shuddering against the wound on your clavicle as he gently grinds into you to ease himself down from the high.

There’s no movement, no sudden release of your body and flopping to the side. Mills stays stuffed within you, your mixed cum dribbling down the inside of your thighs as he squeezes the flesh of your hips with his palms.

Your sobs of his name had been loud, noisy enough to draw in all kinds of lizard creatures, but Mills seems insistent on remaining like this, scraping his teeth across the curve of your shoulder and beginning to rock into your swollen cunt again.

“There’s a few hours before nightfall,” he talks over your garbled string of noises, overstimulated and exhausted from the hours of running and the brutal way he had fucked into you. “You can take me again before then, can’t you, Sweet Thing? Before we head back to the ship?”

Your body resigns to his question, already far too wearied and submissive to argue what feels more like an order than a question— besides, bliss is already pooling in between your thighs when he pinches your clit with the pads of his forefinger and thumb.

“Good Girl.”

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ilovecupcakesandtea · 29 days

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Chapter two My master list

Title: Chapter one

Word Count: 1356

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

The scent of gardenia flooding her senses was the first indication that someone was sitting next to her. If she had been more awake she would have realised it was a scent familiar to her – not in a creepy way, as she has to point out to Steve on a regular basis. The smell of gardenia and other floral scents was something that Robin associated with one person, and one person only. Chrissy Cunningham. Robin's long-term crush, the first person she ever really noticed she had a crush on, Chrissy Cunningham, who was actually talking to Robin, who was probably just sitting staring at her.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t catch anything you said” Robin apologised, holding up her headphones to show why.

“I just asked if I could sit here” Chrissy giggled, pointing at the seat next to Robin.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, I mean I’m not saving it for anyone obviously, and I can’t stop you from sitting where you want, so yeah the seat’s yours if you want to sit there” Robin rambled, ending with an audible snap of her teeth as she stopped herself from rambling any further.

“Thanks, I’m a good seat mate, I have snacks” Chrissy grinned, pulling some pretzels and some red vines out of her bag.

“What are you listening to?” Chrissy asked, nodding towards Robin's headphones.

“Oh errmm, it's The Clash” Robin smiled sheepishly.

“I love them! Stumbled across them ages ago and really enjoyed them” Chrissy declared.

“No way!” Robin exclaimed in reply.

This couldn't be happening. Robin didn't need any more reason to have a crush on this girl. Now she had good taste in music too!

“Yeah! Not the normal kind of thing I listen to, but there's something about them” Chrissy giggled.

“Want to listen with me?” Robin asked, offering an earbud towards the other girl.

All kinds of things ran through her head. Was Chrissy this chatty with everyone? Was she staring at the cheerleader? Did everyone else think it was weird them being sat together?

“So what else do you listen to?” Chrissy questioned, breaking Robin out of her spiralling thoughts.

“Oh, I listen to a lot of Ramones, Misfits, The Damned, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Agnostic Front, The Vandals, Pennywise. Punk mostly, I mean you could probably tell that from the bands” she blushed. “What about you?”

“A lot of Metallica, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, some Ozzy, Children of Bodom, System of a Down, and Evanescence. Metal mostly, if you couldn't tell” Chrissy winked and then giggled.

The rest of the journey to the game consisted of eating the pretzels and red vines, Chrissy insisting if Robin didn't eat them with her then she would be sick as she was cheering, and sharing music suggestions via 2 iPods and a shared set of headphones.

The game was in full swing and Robin knew she should be paying a lot more attention than she was but she couldn't. She was certain Chrissy kept looking back at her, every time Robin caught her eye she got a shy smile back and then Chrissy would look away.

On the way back home Chrissy sat next to Robin without asking and the girls fell back into their previous conversation regarding music and different genres and any overlaps they have in them.

“I had fun, we should do it again sometime” Chrissy blushed as they both stepped off the bus back at Hawkins High.

“Yeah, yeah, me too. Definitely, like I definitely had fun and we should definitely do it again” Robin rambled.

“Maybe at the movies after school on Monday?” Chrissy asked, clearly nervous.

“Yes. Absolutely” Robin squeaked.

“Come along Buckley, I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be!” The sound of Steve Harrington, her best friend and ride home, came from across the parking lot.

“I'd better go,” Robin laughed. “Bye,” she waved, walking backward before turning round and heading towards Steve, luckily without falling on her ass.

“We don't have to discuss it tonight but I 100% just saved you from a Robin ramble. Everything ok?” Steve asked as soon as Robin was in the car.

“Yeah, it's ok, thanks for saving me,” Robin smiled.

The next morning, after a long night overthinking everything that Chrissy and Robin herself had said, Robin spoke up.

“So I sat next to Chrissy Cunningham on the way to the game yesterday and we talked about music all the way there. Then she actually chose to sit next to me on the way back and we talked all the way back as well. And then when we got off the bus she said we should do it again sometime. What does that even mean Steve?! Did she have a good time talking to me and so really wants to do it again or was it more of a being polite thing? Plus I think she kept looking at me during the game so yeah, what does it mean?! Oh yeah, and I may have agreed to go to the movies with her after school tomorrow” Robin rambled at a mile a minute to Steve who just stood there with his coffee to his lips waiting for her to finish.

Taking a sip Steve contemplated his next words. He couldn't give Robin false hope but he had heard rumours about Chrissy and a couple of girls from the cheer squad so maybe Chrissy did want to take Robin on a date.

“So, Chrissy Cunningham, who's a well-known metalhead, listened to your punk, asked you to the movies and you still don't know if she wants to take you on a date or not,” Steve asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Maybe she was just being nice!” Robin exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

“I’ll talk to her at school tomorrow, ok?” Steve ushered Robin out of the kitchen and they both got ready for the day they had planned.

It wasn’t until between 3rd and 4th period the following day that Steve managed to speak to Chrissy. He caught her pretending to put things in her locker and trying to take sneaky glances at Robin.

“She’s really pretty isn't she?” Steve whispered, sliding up beside Chrissy and pretending to check his bag for something.

“Yeah, she is” Chrissy replied softly before blushing and looking at Steve wide-eyed, “I didn't mean it like that, just that she’s objectively pretty, nothing else.”

“Secrets safe with a fellow friend Cunningham” Steve chuckles “Have fun at the movies later,” he said before winking and walking away.

“I’m telling you now, it's a date. She wants to date you. Sit in those back seats and ignore the movie” Steve laughed as he dodged a soggy chip thrown at him by Robin, as he told her about the interaction he’d had with Chrissy earlier in the day.

“You know it’s not that simple Stevie, it’s not safe. As far as we know she’s straight and as far as she thinks I’m straight too. I can’t just tell her I'm not. What if it gets out? My parents don’t even know Steve.” Robin sighed.

“Birdie she was literally looking at you and agreed when I said you’re pretty. I’ve heard the stories about her and the cheer squad as well. Either way, she’s a safe person to tell, I’m certain of it.” Steve reassured, squeezing her arm lovingly.

“Maybe” Robin responded, smiling at him sadly.

Steve knew it wasn't as easy as he made out to her. He was destined to explore his sexuality in dark corners and dingy bathrooms, maybe a cheap hotel if he was lucky. But the chances are he would settle down with a wife and a kid or two, maybe he'd tell his wife he too liked men or maybe he wouldn't. But he was certain he would do anything to help his soulmate find her girl.

“Anyway, what's this about the cheer squad?” Robin asked suddenly, as though her brain had finally caught up to what he'd said.

“Oh Robin, see if Chrissy will tell you” He smirked back at her before he continued to eat his salad.

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hypersonic04 · 7 months

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HEYYY (me again, sorry). i loved your take on the angst. so much so thank youuuu 🫶🫶

have u seen that video of ross at that wedding? ("this is my first drink" that one). well, a teacher!ross wedding date blurb is a need. it's the wedding of a colleague, it's summer, you're in your dress, he's loving it. it's warm and beautiful and the love is palpable, not just between the bride and groom. i feel like he'd get really emotional and as they exchange vows, he's thinking about what he'd say to you one day. he's drunk on more than the celebratory drinks, he's drunk on the atmosphere of love. in my head, he loves love, he loves a wedding, there's something about him thats just so wedding date. like he was made for weddings. I ALREADY KNOW YOU'LL ABSOLUTELY SLAY THIS. IM EXCITED.

If there's anything I love, it's that one specific video of Ross and a wedding, so this concept is dreamy! Also, this has ended up really long, I'm so sorry lol.

Like you said, it's of your colleague's weddings, and you've been so excited for it! I think it's down south in a big country house, gorgeous fields and scenery surrounding it. It's the peak of summer, a hot August day, and the sun is just beaming down all day. The two of you have booked to stay the night before the wedding, as well as the night of, so you get the car loaded up, Ross' suit laid over the back seats, and you drive down together. As mentioned, it's a colleague's wedding, and I think it's someone both of you really get along with. You've met his soon-to-be wife many times as well, so it's so lovely for you to watch him get married!

The wedding ceremony itself is gorgeous. There's a huge flower arch, everyone having the best time and spirits are high. You look so beautiful in your dress - in my mind, it's satin and a sage green colour, perfect against your newly tan skin from the vacation the two of you had just got home from. Your hair is perfect, your make up is so glowy, little cream-coloured heels giving you a bit of added height. Ross loves it. The second you put it on, he couldn't stop running his hands over your hips in the slippy material, constantly holding onto you in some way. You can't stop looking at him either - he looks exactly how he does in that video, the navy of his suit perfectly complementing your dress. You were a bit flustered when he first put the suit on in the hotel room that morning, and he 100% noticed and loved it.

You're sat waiting for the bride to arrive, the string quartet playing one of the couple's favourite songs, and it's just so bloody lovely. You're holding his hand in your lap, admiring the decorations and all of the guests' outfits, but his eyes are fixed on you. You meet his gaze and he's smiling at you, lovesick just like you said in the ask, and it's like you can read his mind. Don't get me wrong, all you can think about is when this is your turn too, but the look on his face makes you dream about it even more.

The bride arrives and the ceremony begins, and I totally agree that he gets emotional at the vows! They've written their own, and they're both so lovely and sentimental, and he immediately starts to wonder what he's going to say to you one day. You squeeze his hand, whispering a little 'you okay?' with a smile, smiling even wider when he gives you a nod and brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss there. They walk back down the aisle and like you said, the love is palpable! Although the wedding has been beautiful, Ross hasn't really paid much attention to anything else other than the way your face lit up at the sight of it all. He imagines you in a white dress, how you'd smile at him when you're stood hand in hand at the altar, how it's all he wants.

After the ceremony, you're all having glasses of champagne and chatting away as the bride and groom have pictures, maybe talking with some of your other work friends that were also invited. There's music playing, the sound of laughter and conversation everywhere, and you can't help yourself when you hold onto his arm, resting your head on him. He looks down at you with an 'I love you', kissing you gently. The reception is gorgeous, the drinks are flowing, you're all having the loveliest day. He gets on like a house on fire with everyone sat at your table, and it makes you fall even more in love with him, the way he laughs at the terrible joke someone makes and is so attentive when asking about people's careers and whatnot. He's bringing you drinks whenever he sees your glass empty, dragging you to the dance floor when his favourite songs come on, and he is just the absolute best wedding date, just like you said! When the bride and groom have their first dance, you lean back in your chair so you're resting against him, and you tear up. He hears you sniffle and presses a few kisses to the exposed skin on your shoulder. You have a bit of a slow dance yourselves later, and he just says it - "I can't wait until it's our turn.". You immediately get all sappy, replying with "I can't wait, either.".

When the party's over and everyone's said their goodbyes, you head up to your hotel room. You're so exhausted from the day, but in the best way possible. Your feet hurt from dancing and your cheeks actually ache from smiling all day, so you just throw yourself dramatically onto the huge bed when you get there. Ross helps you take your shoes off, holding your ankle and undoing the straps as you giggle at him looming over you, perhaps a little drunk - if your eyes could have hearts in them, they would. "I love you so, so much, Ross.". You're laid in the middle of the bed, hair sprawled out and your dress coming down your thighs as you lay with your feet up, and he can't not look at you. Your eyes are shut, and I think maybe he has to tear his eyes away from you before he starts getting emotional lol. You open them as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, walking around the room with it open, your cheeks hot as you hold yourself up with your forearm in a tipsy attempt to look sexy. He laughs at you as you giggle, wondering how it's possible to love someone this much.

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #asks #teacher ross #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald imagine

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definesanity · 1 year

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Reforge Thy Fate.

(Or, a montage of Darling with the Harbingers in the Fatui!AU.)

Taglist: @barbatoskisser, @gunterdon, @nicebonescomrades, and @chocoenvy.

The Nine of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers: Pantalone, The Regrator.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Why yes, you were bored out of your mind, how could one tell?

You had nothing against Pantalone. Although, if you had known he was this quiet when reading through profits, you would have left him to it as to not distract him.

With a sigh, however, he placed the book aside. "Ah, finally. I do hope you weren't too bored, Your Grace?"

"Don't worry, I wasn't." sitting up from your seat, you couldn't help but have a thought strike you. "...Say, I have a riddle for you."

"A riddle?" Pantalone's smile grew at that. "Well, do not keep me waiting, if you'll so please."

"What weighs more: a kilogram of steel, or a kilogram of feathers?"

The Ninth Harbinger's mouth opened before immediately closing again.

"Neither. They're both a kilogram."

You breathed a sigh of relief at that. "You'd be amazed the amount of people who would be tricked by that."

"Well, many don't think on them both be a kilogram, so they'd naturally go for metal, which is typically the heavier one."

You nodded. "Can't fault them there. Not many people look at the finer details. Minus you. If I gave you a thirty page long paper of terms and conditions, you'd read them all."

"Heh. I'm flattered you think of me the way I like to be; a banker. And, while my patience would dwindle... yes, I'd read the full pages."

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The Eleven of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers: Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe.

"Morning, Your Grace! Mind if I take a moment to ask you something?"

"Childe." you nodded at the ginger-headed bastard. "Something the matter?"

"No, not at the moment; I just wanted to ask a... personal, question."

You knew where this was going. "Zhongli?"

"Zhongli." he replied, his voice not betraying his anger. "Out of curiosity... did he hurt you?"

"No; I had a few close meetings with his spear, but the only thing I had in the end was some mental trauma."

"So, yeah." You concluded. "No need to worry."

Childe shook his head at your nonchalance. "Your Grace, with all due respect... you may not remember it, but when I was little, and fell into The Abyss... it was you who helped me."

"What of Skirk?"

"My Master... I'll admit, she helped me. But only physically, helping me train myself and my body to withstand the darkness. But you, who's light shines even in the deepest part of that same darkness?

"That was what guided my mind. So please, try and have more faith in your followers. If not for I, then at least for the others?"

...After a moment, you sighed. "I will try my best."

"Thank you, Your Grace. Now, onto other business..."

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The Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers: Zandik, Il Dottore, The Doctor.

You still have muscle memory from all your experiments in Triple Science. So, watching Zandik, or Dottore Primus, work was really bringing back those times.

"We didn't have Alchemy, back in my world," you commented offhand, reading one of the few books you had brought with you; a book on Ancient Greece.

And odd choice, but The Doctor was an odder person.

"Truly?" he sounded mildly surprised. "How odd. Erstwhile, it must be strange to return to a world with Alchemy, yes?"

"It is... say, are you mad about the whole ordeal with Buer?"

"I am... indifferent. They were helpful, yes, but in retrospect, it was just I wanting to relive my previous years. In addition, I am the Second in strength, not in numbers."

"...Well," you said. "I suppose you have a point."

"I may be mad to others, but truly; with the things I've done... could a madman have done those?"

'No,' you think. 'Because even then, they had some sort of humility to them.'

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The Cryo Archon, The Goddess of Love, The Tsaritsa.

The Tsaritsa, while cold, was like snow and ice; on the outside was a frigid, slippy ice that pushes others away. On the inside, she was like snow that, while also cold, was much softer. Like now, for example.

The light of day slipped through the curtains, and though you wanted to move, a large arm kept you in place.

"My love," you whispered. "We can't stay here all day."

No reply.

"I know you're up, my love."

"...Nngh..." The Tsaritsa groaned. "...You truly cannot spare another moment?"

"A moment usually means an hour. But, unfortunately..." you sighed, snuggling closer. "You're too warm."

"Then rest, My Grace." tilting your head up to gaze at the towering God, she smiled down at you. "You, of all people, deserve it the most."

#ryuusei's works #genshin impact #sagau #pantalone #childe #il dottore #the tsaritsa #genshin tsaritsa

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blindbeta · 2 months

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hi, this is like, a REALLY oddly specific question, but i wanted to ask. would it be seen as wrong if i were to have my character's guide dog be in some way magical?

for more context on the specific situation, my characters are in a world where basically nothing is without some level of magic to it. my character has a guide dog, but i felt like it didn't fit the theme to have just. a normal dog? because i wouldn't put a normal dog somewhere else. the dog isn't like, telepathic or able to fix her blindness, (ive made it VERY clear to myself that at no point will i do that) i was mostly thinking something like the dog having some sort of elemental component to it, which would be a pretty common power in this world.

I just wanted to make sure it fit in with the rest of the characters in its world, instead of sticking out as just kinda being shoved in with no worldbuilding around it. there wouldn't really be 'normal' animals normally, so it feels like underdeveloped worldbuilding if i don't.

I'm worried though, that this is going to be wrong in the way that it'd seem... glamorizing? that's not what i intend, but I don't want it to come off as something in that vein. if that makes sense.

i hope this is like. sensible to ask about and not wasting your time. thank you so much, and thank you in general for running this blog, i think it's a really great resource.

I think having a magical guide dog is fine. You aren’t using the magic to erase the handler’s disability, as you mentioned. As long as you are actively working on that, it seems fine to me.

As long as the animal can make a good guide, be trained from infancy, and can navigate well, it doesn’t matter if they are a magical creature.

I list some qualities a guide should have in this post if it helps.

@moth-time created an excellent addition to this post in the notes:

i reread the guide linked by OP and now I'm thinking some kind of earth elemental or otherwise particularly magically heavy/stocky dog could be neat, bc it provides more stability than a regular dog (so more like a miniature horse). it could have a rocky/armored back that is easier to lean on than slippy dog skin, for example. Much like irl certain dog breeds are favored as guide dogs bc of breed specs, a magical universe could favor "earth elemental dogs" for same reason

you could have some magical component of the dog be helpful to the guided person, though i am struggling to come up with a good one for a blind guide dog. But for example a fire elemental therapy dog that can regulate it's body to be toasty warm and offer deep pressure and temperature therapy would be neat. It doesn't negate or "fix" the disability, but it's a little different/more magical while still recognizable

BlindBeta’s thoughts:

So I love this. An earth type dog would add excellent stabilization, orientation, and be additionally good at avoiding obstacles such as uneven ground. They could be great for balance and probably deep pressure therapy as well. Maybe they are favored as guide dogs because they are dependable, while also good at selective disobedience to keep a blind person safe, such as refusing to cross the street when it is dangerous (due to quiet cars or such). I could also see water or air type dogs being good alert dogs, perhaps.

Also not sure how common this is, but on this page about seizure alert dogs from the epilepsy foundation, it says some dogs are trained to put their body between the handler and the floor to cushion falls. Air type dogs might good at this because they are probably softer and could gently cushion a falling person without them hitting the floor.

I also had an idea that wood types might be more flexible and good assistance dogs for older adults, wheelchair users, etc. Like dog breeds, they have certain qualities that make them good at assistance, such as being depended on to retrieve any number of items, pull door handles, etc.

This is fun. I would love to see ideas from anyone else.

#blind #blind characters #writing blind characters #creating guide animals #guide animals #ask

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wrathofrats · 2 months

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diswa back again with the brain

curious if you have any thoughts about the LA ghoulettes? i've been searching for content of them because... women...

I actually haven’t thought a ton about them since the concert so thank you for bringing them up! I immediately kind of imprinted on this post by @slippy-socks and so I’ll be using/referring to those names and designs and elements bc YEAHHHHHH GHOULETTES OF OTHER ELEMENTS FUCKING FINALLY

Anyways now that I have solid headcanons I can add them to every growing list of ways to make them weird bc oh I’ve been thinking as I’ve been writing this (puts on my t shirt that says ask me about the LA ghoulettes)

Headcanons under cut for length!

Calliope - vocals/ quintessence

I think Callie is more of a traditional quint personality wise. Very intellectual and likes structure. She’s just a more serious gal! Obviously gets along well with aether, they’re kinda book besties when she’s summoned, sharing different books on the stars and magic and other interesting things about the world. She thinks phantom is cute in that aspect. Helping him create maps of the stars in his room with stupid stickers he found. I think Callie’s quintessence revolves more around astral ideas as opposed to medical and body wise like aether and shadow wise like phantom.

She’s a very calm entity I think. She leans femme. Sweet and low energy but with a stoic commanding respect nature to her. She prefers to be alone or with another low energy individual such as aether or rain.

Eden- piano / earth

eden likes mischief. Can be a bit egotistical. Perfectionist and takes her instrument very seriously and can be annoyed when some of the other ghouls tend to mess around more.

She’s very honest, one to not beat around the bush. Gives amazing advice but won’t just tell you what you want to hear, will tell you what you need to hear.

Despite her more aloof side, she is very physical! She loves physical contact, and often has her arm around another ghoul or is on someone’s lap or is holding someone’s hand.

She enjoys hanging around dew, they feed off of each others more chaotic sides and get into friendly competitions that have the other swearing up and down the other is cheating

Loire- cello/ water

Another more introverted ghoulette. Shy and timid and tends to hang around Callie more as she feels she’s more safe and stable.

I don’t think she talks much, simply content on hanging around, partially mute, goes quiet when she gets overwhelmed. I think she has a lot of feelings and tends to shut down a bit, but she’s trying her best

Sweetheart when she’s comfortable with you. Very much is an acts of service gal. Getting another ghoul a drink or a snack or sewing up ripped clothes without asking, cleaning rooms when she sees they’re in a bit of disarray, she likes to stay busy by helping out her pack.

Tends to be seen more around Callie, cirrus and mountain as they feel the most grounded to her.

Soleil- cello/ fire

she’s a bimbo

You’ve seen ifrit the himbo? This is soleil the bimbo.

She’s sweet and strong and kinda stupid. Very extroverted. Loves her pack immensely.

Obviously can be a bit hot headed, her and Eden share an ego and are often together because of it, Eden being more competitive while sol is there to kinda have fun and see how far she can push Eden to be better.

She’s such a supporter, constantly cheering on the other ghouls, loves to compliment them and tell them how amazing they are (can be a bit aggressive but … she’s trying her best)

Like the other beloved himbos, is not allowed in the kitchen or the greenhouse because of multiple incidents (cough, dews a bad influence, cough)

Often seen around Swiss, Eden and cumulus because of their brighter personalities

#la ghoulettes #I hope you like them I’m in love with them #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #shitghosting

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doukeshi-kun · 5 months

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Teabagging with Nikolai ggrrggrgrggzuauausrsrrsrr!!!! I want to take his balls into my mouth and suck on them til his eyes roll back into his skull, I literally want to suck the life out of this man and and bite his nipples and peg him with the biggest strap I can find until he cries. I’m so unwell :D why isn’t there a 2d man twice my height and weight in my lap rn?

(How are you, btw? I’m sending lots of hugs and smoochies your way <3)

oh my god.

YES SO REAL BESTIE SPEAK YOUR SHIT🗣️🗣️🗣️

definitely give him that gawk gawk slippy slurpy hand twist smooching kissies suckies slopping hyuck on that cocknballs😝 and ooh imagining nikolai moaning shamelessly with his head thrown back, with his hand on your head, with him breathily calls your name FUCK FUCK FUCK

(anyway i am good, thank you for asking :3 a bit busy cuz ya know, uni lol. sending you hugs and kisses too! hope your day has been well ❤️)

#道化師-says❃ུ۪

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mythandral · 5 days

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Hiiii sliding into your ask box wearing socks so it’s extra slippy! Does Myth have a favorite food or drink? Or like a go-to comfort food? Love your elezen btw. Sending him flowers 💐

Ah thank you! Flowers graciously received.

Myth grew up underground in an island cave system, so I have it that fresh fruit was never the easiest to come by - however, it is in close proximity to the Shroud and its orchards, and apples both transport and store very well. So a lot of desserts that he grew up with were apple-based and that, combined with a fierce sweet tooth, makes them a big comfort food for him- especially pastries I think! Same goes for drinks - a hot, spiced apple juice would be his go-to in cold weather.

#thanks for the ask! :D #ask meme

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echoedcrosshairs · 11 months

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Those Who Fight Together - part 9

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female nicknamed Reaper in 3rd person makes up with the Batch and gets a little more then she asked for 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, creampies, emotional burst, implied breeding kink, momentarily soft Crosshair, over stimulated Hunter.

Word Count: 7.9k

part 8 part 10

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The ship was silent almost for an hour before Wrecker opened his mouth "Crink are they loud."

"Very loud" Hunter said his voice a little huskier, her pheromones still overloading his senses and his cock felt like it was about to burst.

"You good, Hunter?" Crosshair smirked noticing the tone change.

"Not in the slightest," Hunter's core was tight enough he thought he was going to cave inward, "and we still have at least four more hours," he groaned, "Is everyone else just as-" Hunter looked at Echo, his pupils were just as dilated and his breathing as staggered as his own with a death grip on his chair then looked back at Crosshair who had already taken off his cod piece not caring about hiding how hard he was and saw Wrecker squirming in his seat.

"I'm going to regret this but," he could smell the excitement off of all them, "Wrecker gets the refresher, I'll go to the bunks, Echo gets to stay here and Crosshair can be in the hall. Understood?"

"Wha-OHHH, gotcha" Wrecker said standing up

The rest of them got up and went to their respective places to take care of business. Hunter walked into the bunks and quickly grabbed Echo's box and tossed it to him, "Don't know if you need it," quickly turning back and heading into the bunk room so Crosshair would stop glaring.

"You are all very very loud," you said sleepily using Tech's com, feeling how heavy and lustful the ship was.

"Working on it," Crosshair hissed.

"I think you two broke Serge," Wrecker paused to laugh.

"Not our fault," Echo said quickly attaching the piece to him, thankful for the modifications Tech made to make it easier and faster.

"Just stay in your room," Hunter gridded out not bothering to stop his hand but quickly cutting off.

"I am going to need a bit," Tech said looking down at himself looking at how covered in our half dried cum he was, "and maybe a shower. What if they came in here to relieve themselves?" He whispered hoping quiet enough Hunter wouldn't hear.

"All of them? At one time," your eyes widen.

"Or two by two or one by one I know at least Echo and Crosshair wouldn't mind."

"I can hear you," Crosshair growled.

"Are you sure?" You asked Tech.

"Given our compatibility? I'm not in the slightest worried," he smirked It took Crosshair all night to do what I did in three hours, he mentally added, "So logically I'm not jealous either, it would give me more data to analysis when it comes to bedroom affairs given it's now relevant," getting up not bother to on his pants on and opening the door to a very preoccupied Crosshair.

Crosshair stopped and glared at him, his mouth biting the tooth pick in half, "Can I help you?"

"You heard, get in here," you called from the bed.

Crosshair looked down his dick then scowled, putting it back in his blacks temporary, "Don't you think this is a horrible idea."

"Theoretically I should have enough Bacta," Tech said looking back at you, "And Echo or?"

Crosshair pushed Tech out of the entry way, Tech angrily glared at him but waited patiently for an answer.

"Get Echo, I need to talk to her for a minute or two," Crosshair said crossing his arms standing at the end of the bed.

Tech looked at you for confirmation before leaving, you gave him a nod. Crosshair turned and looked at the sight infront of him, his eyebrows raised at the sight before him. He made a small tsk sound.

"Are you staying?" he said breaking the ice.

You looked at him and thought about the other men on this ship but then wondering what was going to happen with Wolffe, your mouth went dry, "I am."

"You knew what I meant that day," he growled, "and... I'm sorry," the facade slipping for a moment.

"It still hurt... and I didn't understand why."

Tech and Echo peaked in, sharing an understanding that it would be best if she handled that herself. They headed back to to the pilot chairs to talk about what had transpired.

Crosshair unfolded his arms quickly undoing his armor and took off his top. He got in between your legs and pressed his mouth into yours roughly kissing you. You pushed him up and made him lay down, biting his neck roughly. His fingers dug into your legs and you felt his body tighten under you. You pulled backs, defined teeth marks and felt a certain something twitch under you.

Crosshair pulled you down by the back of your neck, "You better get on my dick right now or I'm using your ass," he was doing his hold back and fighting the potent urge to be both in control and on top

You looked at his cock, painfully erect with precum coating the tip whole tip and slightly running down the side, "Yes, Sir," you smiled moving your hips up so he could slam into you.

"Kair'ta..." he moaned as he pressed his tip into the top of you.

You leaned back putting your hands back by your knees, smirking letting the sensation take over. You moved your hips up and down taking him in stride, but also bucked your hips forward so not only did he get strokes but it let you tighten as you moved up him. His moans pleading for you to take the load from him. The orgasm crashed into Crosshair like ship, he plunge himself up as far into you as he go letting his cum shoot against the top of you, his nails digging into you. You clenched cause your walls to vice gripped his cock making it empty out everything.

"Feeling better an'edee?" you said looking down, smiling at calling him all bark, all bite, he's definitely a feisty one.

"You better hope Echo decides to join," he smirked, "I can feel your heart beat in that pretty pussy," he whispered.

Echo and Tech popped their heads in upon hear his name. Crosshair slide himself out and most of it landing back on him and smirked. He slide himself out from under you wiping off the excess with a towel his cock still as hard as plastoid, "Hands and knees," he whispered, "You better hurry and take her mouth or hands. Or I'm starting again without you," he smiled running his nails down across your back, leaving prominent red lines down it. He was happy to be back in control both giving and taking of pleasure.

You spread your legs a little more letting Echo get under you, "This is what I was talking about," Echo said looking at Crosshair before returning his attention back to you. His hands going to your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. You let your fingers go back to Echo's implant between taking his lip between your teeth sucking hard on his bottom lip which caused him to moan.

Crosshair started pounding relentless and hard causing you to bounce, your hips squirmed and you opened your legs wider for him. "Good girl," he said his hand trailing to the front of your throat, "I'm borrowing her for a second," he said pulling you up, your back pressed into his chest and he was still pounding, "Show him the pretty faces you make for me," he whispered in your ear, gripping you harder.

"Fark..." your face started burning, once Crosshair was satisfied with your hushed moans signaling you came he let you go back down.

Echo's hand went to your breast letting his fingers squeeze the pebbling he caused, "I know your being quiet because I'm here but you can moan his name if you need too," his big amber eyes boring into you, "I liked that face," he added.

Crosshair forcibly pushed your back down making your chest flesh against Echo's, "Reaper..." Crosshair let out his eyes closing feeling you tense against him, his thighs started fighting against the urge to cum.

"You're so beautiful when being pleasured," Echo said holding your face while you felt him start squirming under you.

Your fingers traced around the ports faster, "I happen to be between some two devilishly hot men," you said bringing your mouth to his jaw bone, kissing down it.

Crosshair stared down, watching you bounce against him for extra momentum like he wasn't being rough enough. He grabbed one of Echos hand and placed it on your clit. Echo got the hint taking your clit between his finger stroking it and occasional light tugs. Crosshairs hands gripped into your hips, "How about you be a good girl and cum for us," he said pulling out and slamming back in each word.

Your hips hitched into him and stopped moving, your hips started shaking and they speeded up their strokes. Echo's mouth moved to your neck to where his mark originally was. He pulled back to rub his forehead against yours, "Cum beautiful," he whispered.

Crosshair both noticed the expression on both your faces that you both were close to the tipping point. The warmth against his cock tried to make him empty again, but he fought against it until he heard you moaning into Echo's mouth and your cunt pulsating violently against his cock. Echo removed his fingers for a moment tapping two fingers against Crosshair's leg letting him know that that it was his turn. Your hands clung onto the back of Echo's head, kissing him as you felt Crosshair unload in you, slamming and holding your hips against his. Crosshair was finally starting to soften in you, gently pulling his still sensitive cock out.

"You feel amazing" Crosshair said leaving a trail of kisses down your spine, "I'll be thinking about that for a while," he whispered getting up, wiping up his mess and kissing the side of your head while putting his armor back into alignment. He rolled his eyes leaving watching Tech taking notes on his data pad, "Compliment her for taking it or just fuck her till she breaks," he whispered heading back up to the pilot chair.

Echo was still twitching but you brought your mouth to where you originally had him marked, "You're mine Echo," you whispered seductively in his ear before switching to teeth, "but I don't share."

Echo slipped a finger into you, automatically finding the spongey spot, "Wolffe made me jealous. Me of all people," he said slightly annoyed but stroked the spot harder while also pressing into it, "I want to you stay."

"I'm- stay-ing," you panted, embarrassed that some of Crosshair's cum fell on him but he didn't seem to care anyway. Echo slipped in another finger, "this one is just for me," he said resting his other arm against your face, "that's it," he said said watching your face get sleepy looking. He heart was racing, he moved his thumb to your lips stroking more he felt start swelling. He carefully slide him down and put his mouth on your engorged lips. He stroked faster while letting his tongue having fun stroking the walls of your lips before sucking on the wild spot, "Echo- farkkk-" you inhaled. You came your head went numb, your face relaxed with your eyes closed.

He pulled him back up and rubbed both of his cheek on yours, giving you one more kiss before slowly pulling his fingers out, "No one will ever compare to you," he said bumping his forehead into yours, "You never have to worry about sharing me." Echo looked at how soaked the towel was and grabbed a new one wiping off his abs and mouth before cupping the towel around your sensitive bottom helping you lay on the bed. Both of you laughed still trying to catch your breath, Echo sat on the edge of the bed combing your hair out of your face behind your ear, "You're really staying?" he asked.

You grabbed Echo's hand and kissed it, "You boys are part of my song, I'll be here until we die," you kissed his hand deeper.

His data port traced the tattoos down your side, "Are you going to darken the one on your spine?"

"I would also like put in my vote that I would prefer them darkened," Tech butted in on the private moment.

Echo scowled at him before returning his attention back to you, "Please?"

"When we get back," you smiled up at him, "assuming we head straight back or to the nearest med station," you said eyeing Tech, "We'll need to stock up on Bacta anyway."

Echo kissed your forehead, "Sooo, Wrecker or Hunter?" he smiled.

Hunter was against the door way of the bunks with his arms crossed trying to get a hold of himself, the smell and sounds driving him absolutely crazy. He knew he looked absolutely as feral as he felt, wondering if this is how Crosshair felt the first time. Hunter pressed his forehead into the door frame wondering if he could do it with out hurting her or if he should take care of it a couple more times before trying. He heard her say his name knowing he didn't have time. He walked over but felt Tech's hand on his shoulder, felt his gaze warning him if we lost it, "I would expect nothing less if it got out of hand."

Tech walked in before him, covering his view of you, "I'll get the gel ready," he said kissing your knee before stepping out of the way.

You looked up to see how dilated Hunters eye were, the black half engulfed his dark brown eyes. The fact he was already panting and thin sweat was already broken over him.

"Someone looks like he's in his reproduction cycle interval" you joked realizing it might have not been a joke given his very enhanced instincts and tracking abilities might have made him more animal than man sometimes, "Why don't you come give me some of that genetic material? You look so miserable keeping it for yourself."

Hunters jaw clamped and his fist balled, he tried hold it together but that sentence broke what was left of his self restraint. He tossed the armor to the ground and his blacks came off already lightly soaked with precum, cum and sweat. Hunter gripped the head board not trusting himself to touch her. He inserted himself, feeling the ridges inside her, the warmth and the new wave of pheromones coming off of her but this time even more intense. He looked at her the glint in her said she was beyond serious about doing this the state he was in which caused his hand gripped the head board tighter. He thrusted once to see if she could handle it, her finger dug into his back.

"Are you sure..." he whispered.

You moved one of your hands to the tattoo side of his face bringing his ear down to your mouth, "Am I going to have to take that material from you myself?" You whispered seductively.

"No," he said his body shaking, he brought one hand to the bottom your stomach pressing it where he could feel his cock inside you, "You're to perfect," he said taking his hand off and putting it on your ankle, "You're lucky your implanted or I wouldn't leave until I implant you," he groaned, more precum squirting out taking his other hand off the head board and wrapping it around your other ankle. He brought your ankles up letting your knees bend and spread them which caused your opening to move directly down the perfect position for what he wanted to do to you.

You saw the animal appetite in Hunter, "I'm sorry I didn't take you first, I didn't know it could get this bad," you said rubbing his cheek.

"Me either," His carnal desire for her took over, each thrust stretched her canal out to more room for him. He felt every soft ridge stroking him as he pounded at her, making her take his whole cock. He knew he should have came a couple more times before this but she smelled so deliciously strong. He wanted to be soft and tender to tell he how felt but every inch of him was screaming at him to keep emptying himself in her until nothing came out.

You started crying out with how rough his was being, but you didn't want him to stop. With how rough he was being you were already starting to feel sore inside. He grabbed your shoulder with his teeth and roared as the first load spilled out.

"Hunter-" you said grabbing a clump of his hair.

You watched a slice of animal fade, but he didn't stop he continued fucking it into you. He moved his hands your hips so he bounce you against his cock as he thrusted, another load slipped out of him. He held you still for a moment as a tremor went through him. He grabbed your ankles again putting them on his shoulders like he did the first time.

"Reaper," he panted staring down at you, the painful bliss across your face as you were taking him at his roughest, "Fark, you're so- so-".

Techs leg was trembling and his hands were clasp over his lap, trying to hold it together. He looked at Echo who was fighting the moral dilemma to go in there and break it up.

"Are we just gonna let that happen?" Wrecker said finally joining them.

"She asked him to give it to her," Crosshair sneered.

"I do not think she is aware of how-"

"Hunter-" they all heard they loud moan from her room.

"she effects him." Tech finished, "I'll need to make a filter for her room or the whole ship," he added his head already spinning but he tried making it spin with ideas instead

"I blame you," Crosshair mumbled looking at Tech.

"Excuse me?" He said.

"Hunter should have gone first after you, you should have saw that looked and tranqed him right there."

"I obviously know that now," Tech said annoyed standing up, "I'll go tranq him, should at least take the edge off for now because it doesn't sound like it's getting better."

Tech grabbed the dart from his belt, priming it and walking there. He stared at the mating press position he had you in, impressed. Tech quickly shoved it into his neck and injected it into him. He looked down to see you enjoying it, the painful bliss and watched you spread your legs a little further for him but confused you start laughing when you him pulling the dart out.

"What's funny?" He asked ignoring Hunter putting her legs down but still in her.

"How worried you all most be," you paused, "Thank you though."

"Maybe she is built to withstand anything," Tech mumbled leaving remembering what Wolffe said the. wondering he was a rough lover.

"So?" Crosshair asked.

"He's relaxing."

Your fingers found Hunter's cheek again, his pupils started retracting and it no longer felt like he was trying to break you apart. You saw Hunter come back to his senses again and his arm started shaking.

"Hunter..?" You asked.

"I didn't mean too-" he said pulling himself out cum still coming out dripping on you.

"I wasn't complaining," you smiled.

"I know that had to hurt," he said gently resting his hand on your hip, "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

"Nothing dislocated if that's what you mean. I'm okay Hunter."

He sat back putting his bandana back on, "All of you go shower," he said after reaching down for his com device. He pulled you towards him gently, massaging your hips and inner thighs trying to work out the knots he caused, "I didn't know how overpowering it could be," he admitted feeling how sore he was himself. He felt like the muscles in his core and thighs were going to rip apart. He made himself looked down the the purple showing up on your ankles, the erection that had started again quickly faded at the sight, he kissed them apologetically. He took the towel and wiped off everything he got on you and tried to get out what was in you. The smell was still strong but whatever Tech gave him definitely dulled everything, I wonder if this is how the rest of them sense things.

Tech grabbed everyone's laundry and the thoroughly soaked towels, "Everyone is done, I'd prefer both you go shower so I can take that too"pointing at the bed coverings. Tech eyed caught your ankles and the bruises on your shoulders and how purple they were, rage flashed for a moment and then it was gone.

"I'm okay Tech, just bruised." You said trying to get up. Tech didn't look convinced but did his best to stay indifferent about it. Hunter put an arm under you and helped you limp your way to the refresher.

Hunter saw the homicidal look on Crosshair's face, when he got you out of the hallway. Crosshair arm collided with Hunter's throat and shoved him against the wall while the other wrapped around you. Red speckled his vision.

"Crosshair," Tech said grabbing the arm against Hunters throat, "It is his nature, you can not change that and he can not change that. You know that. I will work on something so it doesn't happen again," Tech paused to stepped closer, "She's okay," he tried reassuring but also putting himself between them but also priming another tranquilizer.

Crosshair looked down at you, his eyes still slitted but he kissed your temple roughly, "Do it again, you won't see it coming," he threatened. He carefully let you go and gave you back to Hunter stilling glaring.

"Didn't he try to kill her?" Wrecker asked confused watching Hunter close the refresher door not that it made a difference, "why's he so upset?"

"It's his nature. He is not accustom to love. Hunter is lucky that is all that happened. Now I am busy," Tech said imputing data into his pad.

"You too!" Wrecker said smacking him.

"Shut up, Wrecker," he said going back to the seats.

Hunter helped you into the shower making it lightly warm. He looked at all of the bruises he caused feeling horrible, "I'm not sure if you should stay after that," he whispered.

"Hunter, I am okay. So what if it happens again, I'll probably enjoy it again."

"You enjoyed that?"

"Yes or I would have knocked you out myself."

He put his face in your neck looking down as he washed off your stomach, "I knew what I was in for the moment Tech stepped aside. It's nothing some Bacta gel can't fix and maybe a safe word can't fix," you laughed trying to lighten the mood, "And I know if I ever want to 'Procreate' as Tech put it, I know who would enjoy it the most," after you said it you felt something press into your butt.

"Not helping," he mumbled moving the washcloth to your legs.

"I mean it"

Hunter cautiously put himself back in you with a groan, his cock twitched content with being where it was. He moved himself back and pressed himself into the wall giving you the control if you wanted him again. You were gently gliding yourself up and down him, before picking up the pace realizing the rendered control. You bounced him in stride almost taking him all the way before plunging him all the way back in. A small rush came over you, your body exhausted but still enjoyable. You felt him squeeze your hips again as you felt his cock twinkle in you knowing he came but this time just as weakly, "I wouldn't mind," he finally answered, pulling himself out listening to splat against the floor. He pulled you against him hugging you, "I love you," he whispered, it wasn't the best time to say it but it felt needed

"Explains why it overloaded you," you giggled, "I love you too and I'm staying, okay?"

"Okay," he folded, kissing the purple teeth marks.

He took the wash cloth kneeling washing your in between your legs and down careful of the bruises. He turned off the water and grabbed your towel, you took it and dried off your hair and he took an extra towel and patting drying you off then himself. Neither of you apparently notice someone slip in and leave Hunter a set of blacks and a robe the counter for you. You slipped it on to find Crosshair leaning against the wall waiting for you to get out with a few tubes of Bacta gel sticking out of his pocket. He glared at Hunter but said nothing towards him.

"Kair'ta," Crosshair said picking you up, "Hunter go help Tech and apologize to Echo," he added sourly, picking you up and carrying you back to your room.

He carefully laid you on the fresh bedding, he revealed about 8 tubes of Bacta he had in various pockets. He squeezed it some on your ankle gentle massaging it one then moving to the other one. Crosshair was silent waiting to see if it started healing or if he needed to apply more. The discoloration started lifting, he applied a little more any way just to be safe. He gently spread your legs using a whole tube just to make sure he didn't miss any thing. His fingers worked in the gel the he could into every inch of your sensitive area, even lightly lining the inside and hips.

You felt how completely tender his touches were, you untied your robe and sat up for him exposing your shoulders. He let out a small growl at the still didn't say anything. Crosshair tapped your neck in question, you nodded. He leaned down and kissed the marks on your throat before putting more gel on his fingers rubbing it in gently.

"You're being awfully quiet," you stated looking him, not able to make out the expression on his face.

"Nothing to say," he said putting more gel on massaging your neck with his thumbs.

You brought your hand to his, cupping it around your neck know that wasn't the full story. You gently sat up staring at him waiting. You tried leaning forward but he leaned backwards. He pulled away his hands.

"Anywhere else?"

"My back if you want too or I can get it."

He waited so you turned about and laid down with your back exposed. Crosshair squeezed the rest of the tube on your back, massaging it deeply in the tissue all over. You made a little happy mmm sound and he still remained quiet.

"You want me to leave again over Hunter losing it don't you?"

His silence was loud enough.

"It didn't hurt as bad as it looked."

He pulled his hands back and helped you put your robe on. You ran your fingers through his smokey white, down his chest and down his arm to his fingers and put your other hand on his shoulder. Crosshair's blood began to boil, Don't you get it, you could get hurt by one of us, but he complied with the silent request to dance. It was one of his fondest memories with a red stain across it. He placed his hand on your hip and guided you to the silent music of the chess game between you too. You watch his face soft but then hard back into stone, his brown eyes peering into yours.

"How long does applying Bacta take?" Wrecker asked.

"Given it's Crosshair, a while" Tech said curtly working on the filter system.

"It's his turn to try to apologize," Hunter eavesdropped, "in normal Crosshair be an ass fashion."

"Maybe you should go hit him back" Wrecker suggested.

"He has to decide this for himself such as each of us have had to do on this subject. Crosshair is aware of how miserable he was before giving in and how insufferable and riddled with misplaced malice he was when she... was temporarily apart from us to due our poor decision. Like I, he has to decide if he can trust himself not to change his mind and make that decision again. He is similar to Hunter, not as obviously enhanced or refined instincts but he does have strong instincts such as needed to be a sniper and he is aware those instincts could conflict with what he needs to do. He also has to learn to share, which we all know he is poor at," Tech said indifferently, "If I am correct, which I normally am, Crosshair will give in again. He is well aware of how running from how he feels worked so well the first time," Tech added dryly.

"You got a point."

"Of course I do."

They heard the bedroom door close, "Like I said, he'd give in."

"She is actually in there scolding him," Hunter chuckled.

"And he's letting her?" Echo said wide eyed.

"That's never happened before," Tech said blinking at the comment before going back to his work.

"I like having her around!" Wrecker laugh.

Tech rolled his eyes, he looked at the mask filter system prototype he designed and put away his tools. He grabbed it and put it in Hunter's helmet, "Wear that. One moment."

Tech overwrited the door to open in, "Apologies this can not wait. Can I barrow some of your-" he said looking down at her covered bits.

"That could have waited," Crosshair barked out.

"It's the filter for Hunter, so no it could not especially if you two are going to have... relations. Given the shower and bacta this is the best time for pure sample."

Crosshair groaned but waited knowing he wasn't going to win. Both of them watched her face flushed but nodded. Tech took off his working gloves and slowly undid the bow and watched the robe slip open. He trailed his finger down her curves before plunging a finger into her softness hoping it elicited enough an reactions. He smirked at the little bit of priming slick that started coating her wall, he rubbed the tiny ridge causing more. Tech heard a tiny whispered moan escape and pulled his fingers out. A nice coat covered his fingers and he removed them.

"Thank you, should be plenty," he paused to look at the how clear but stretchy it was, he was entranced staring at it, "You are obviously in need of relief, let me test this first and if it works Crosshair can provide some," Tech said leaving the room, he could feel his groin attempting to have a reaction.

He watched Wrecker and Echo turn and stare directly at the two fingers he was holding, "Is that?" Echo asked.

"Yes."

"I can smell it, but it's more tolerable," Hunter tried taking the helmet off but Tech stopped him with the other hand and shook his head.

"I'd advise keeping that on for this part of the test," he pressed the button on his com, "You may proceed." Tech stared at the coating, he was well aware of the biological cause of it and wanted his taste buds to analyze it. Reluctantly he wiped it off on his work rag noticing they were still looking at him. He took out his data pad and typed in the notes that the first test was satisfactory, "Maybe walk pass the room in a couple minutes to see if it's still tolerable."

"Are you really performing a live experiment right now?" Echo stared.

"I'm simply collecting scientific data through the means of-"

"Tech's definitely back to normal," Echo scowled cutting him off.

Hunter shook his head but was more then happy keeping it on, "and hopefully Crosshair."

"Someone's aroused," Crosshair chuckled, tying the robe closed at your waist showing off the curve of it.

"Someone's turning it down," you laughed going to your trunk of clothing.

Crosshair put his arm around your waist and pulled you back, grabbing the panties you dug out and tossed them back in, "Twirl for me, Kair'ta," he whispered in your ear.

Crosshair wasn't a man of many words but he know how to make each word count, he let go and took a couple steps back waiting. You threw your head over your shoulder examining him, the hungry expression coating his features. You smiled and obeyed, twirled into him letting your ass press against him, "Like that?" You smiled wrapping one hand around the back of his head. He let out a small growl, undoing the ribbon, ripping the robe off and bending you over the end of the bed.

"I almost took you like this in front of all of them," he paused massaging your breast with one hand and doing his armor with the other, "maybe I should have so Wolffe would have gotten the point," He added bitterly takingone foot and horribly shoved your legs apart, quickly inserting himself, "Your ours."

You felt yourself coat his cock gliding in without any trouble. I should have known that was what this was about. You spread your self more and put your hands at your sides, submitting to him. He grabbed your wrist and pulled them behind your back holding them together with one hand and the other was on the back of your neck pressing you to the bed. There was no kindness or gentleness in his thrust, this was unbridled passion and anger at the betrayal. Crosshair enjoys the sounds escaping your throat and the way your walls squeeze him. His head threatens to go back and he can feel how you were starting to shake so he stops without warning until the sensation dulls.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you" he purred catching his breath.

Crosshair knew besides Wrecker he was the thickest on the ship and it definitely came with it's benefits. He could fell your walls pull against him every time he tried to pull out so he could slam about into you. Teasing you like this he knew you were going to be tighter against him and he was corrected.

"Crosshair," you let your legs started feeling weak after he stopped again.

"Do you finally understand you are ours?" He asked his breathing ragged.

"Yes," he lightly started thrusting at the answer.

"Good girl, now that pretty little pussy is going to drink every drop," he said smirking at his dirty mouth.

Your legs felt like jello and you could fell yourself leaking your excitement down your thighs. His cock stretching out how tight you were getting around him. Your core was aching for him to bring both of you to release so you could feel his warmth in you. His thrusting picked up.

"Crosshair... Kriff.... Harder," you begged.

He released your wrist and grabbed both of your hips firmly, "Mine," he growled giving it too you.

He pulled you against him with every thrust, you call feel his balls smack against your clit and you shuttered at the sensation. It caused him to suck in slightly, his toes to groin screaming. His body released without warning and pushed it all the way into you, every inch of his body shaking but the euphoria making the pain of it ease away.

"Cross-" you screamed at how hard you came against his cock, you could fell every squirt of it filling you and how warm his balls were against your pulsating clit, "kriffff," you said shakily.

He very gently twisted you not pulling himself out, he stared down at the union of parts still shaking. You saw the satisfaction on him relax and the relaxation taking over, the droop of his shoulder and his abs stop convulsing. He carefully thumbed your clit causing you to tense around him again he let out a low groan at the sensation. He removed his thumb putting his hands on your hips again, staring down debating if he wanted you again but the dull ache in his balls warned him against it. He gently pulled himself out your pussy milking him all the way out. He quickly grabbed the fresh towels and put one under you to catch everything coming out and used another to dry him and the little bit of his seed that escaped. He gently pulled you the bed and laid down beside you, unaccustomed to this staying afterwards but he pulled you close to him. He pressed his head into the side of yours, "kair'ta".

"My heart is desperate for yours too," you whispered, "I didn't understand what true physical pain was until I was separated from all of you."

"Stay," the word came from Crosshair's mouth begging which caught him by surprise. He pulled you tighter against him, "Please."

That's as intimate as he's ever been, "You don't have to say it back but I love you, Crosshair. I am staying. No one can my mind not the Sith or the Jedi nor the Tome themselves."

Crosshair's breathing finally started leveling out he tried to open his mouth to say it but you brought your hand to his jaw and closed it, "I know," you mean smiled at him watching his expression soften even more and you removed your hand.

"Even Wolffe?" He asked, regretting it.

"I love Wolffe and we both know duty has and always will come first. My Duty is to Clone Force 99."

"I'm sorry..." he murmured.

You pushed him flat against the bad and laid yourself on top of him. You stared at his face tattoo wondering if you just had a type beyond just being a clone. You put your hands into his his hair, "I know," you did your best to wipe the seldom expression off your face, "Why don't we go shower handsome."

"How's the smell?" Tech asked when Hunter came back the third round.

"Strong but my skull doesn't feel like it's splitting."

"Noted. I'll need take another sample at a later date to see about increasing the effectiveness."

You popped your head in completely naked in the door way, "How's the filter?" you asked ignoring every ones stare.

"It makes your scent within reasonable parameters of tolerable, however I will need another sample to see. How is it with her being this close?" Tech asked.

"Tolerable."

"Come take it when ever you want," you said with a little wink, hoping he would understand the double entendre.

"She's built like a goddess," Wrecker said mouth agape.

"Thanks, big boy."

"And this ship is her temple," Tech mumbled.

"Isn't this YOUR ship" Echo deadpanned.

"My ship is her temple."

You let your finger trail Tech's ear, "Hmmm. I rather like the sound of that."

"Reaper," Crosshair growled.

"Coming," you said trailing after him.

"What?" Tech said the three of them still staring at him, "It's not like it is a false statement."

"We so much as dent your ship-" Echo started.

Tech glared, "Do you like feeling pleasure."

"I think I like this new Tech" Hunter chuckled, "who knew all it took was a woman to make us believe Tech is actually human."

"I will take out the filter and make you watch," he gritted out, not understanding where any of it was coming from, "Excuse me," he said getting up abruptly dropping everything he was touching.

The three of them looked at each other for a couple minutes before decided to Echo follow after him. Echo found him sitting on his bunk list leg drumming and his head in his hands.

"Tech...?" Echo sat next to him cautiously.

"I... can not describe it, but I believe I am experiencing... jealousy?" The word was so foreign on his tongue as was the emotion. He was angry in a way he never experienced and sexually angry on top of it, "I did not think it was something I could experience."

Crosshair was surprisingly a gentleman except for the hickey he placed on your shoulder, "Just as a reminder," and offered his neck back in turn.

You took a section of his neck that would be covered by his armor. Crosshair grabbed you by your ass and pulled you closer to him. He took a few deep breaths and his erection died down and he moved his hand up to your side.

You pulled off him admiring the self restraint, "Done?" you asked your hand on the water button.

"Yes."

You grabbed the towels and went to town drying off putting the robes back on. You stared watching Crosshair put his armor arm and stick a tooth pick in his mouth.

"Some men smoke, some men choose tooth picks," you giggled walking out.

"Some men are aware of the side effects of the first," he said putting his hand on his hip, taking out the tooth pick and tapping the end of it on your nose before returning it to his mouth.

Both of you had a crashing noise and headed towards the bunks with Wrecker and Hunter coming up behind you. You found Echo sitting on Techs bunk and Tech standing over a mini broken fold out wood table, fist shaking.

"Feel better?" Echo asked.

"Actually, slightly, maybe one more-" he started feeling better before noticing every one against against the door peering in, "Can I help you?" He said annoyed, picking up the broken table and putting his foot through it letting it crash back to the floor.

Crosshair's eyebrow shot up, "What did my table every do to you."

You walked up and grabbed both sides of his face roughly, "I'll just take that from you before you break anything else."

Hunter took off the helmet and stared at Echo waiting for an answer, "So what happened?" He finally asked given Echo's silence.

"Jealousy."

Tech removed your hands from his face, the feelings gone but watching your hands turn black, "Reaper," he said panicked.

"Bacta," you called.

Crosshair tossed a tube to Tech who in one swift motion broke open and covered your hands in it. The burning sensation dying down but it still felt like someone landed a ship on your hands, thrusters first. You closed your eyes trying to mediate alleviate the feeling. Everyone watched the black fade to a shade of grey.

"What was that?" Wrecker asked.

"Transference, it's an old art," you said letting out a long breath, "Taking an emotion with in yourself, either to feel it or cause a temporary physical pain instead."

"Explain with more words," Crosshair hissed still staring at her hands.

"Hunter and Tech... share a common bedroom instinct, unknowing something that said that set him off and then the test made it worse" Echo tried to explain as vaguely as possible.

"Doesn't make sense but okay," Wrecker said confused but content that it's wasn't something worse.

"That's what set him off," Crosshair said glaring in understanding.

"Yes, is that so hard to wrap your mind around," Tech said in one breath stilling holding your hands before pulling away realizing it probably hurt.

Echo helped you up, "You okay?" He whispered.

"Rather have fought Rancor armorless," you answered looking at your hands watching the color finally return and the pain subside. You stretched your fingers and your knuckles made an audible pop. You sigh in relief at noise.

"She's tough," Wrecker said surprised both of you putting both of you up with one arm, "We're lucky," he kissed the side of your head, "You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Good," he said putting Echo down, and spinning you again putting you back down, "I'd put you on my shoulder and walk ya around," he said touching the ceiling, "but it's a little short."

"You can pick me up and parade me like a princess when we land."

"I can do that" he smiled.

The rage in Crosshair and the concern in Hunter made you turn around to the stare down going on. You took one step to the side blocking Crosshair from Tech, feeling the snake about to uncoil. You saw Hunter nod his head towards the door, Crosshair huffed and followed him back to the pilots chair. Wrecker surprisingly took to the que leave with too.

"Thank you," Tech said adjusting his goggles, "you didn't need to do that however I would have figured out how to deal with them."

"Breaking things in general is not how you deal with with feelings. You should have told one of us."

"I am.. sorry. Again."

"And you let him break this?" You asked Echo pulling pointing at the broken table.

"In Echo's defense it was that or Hunter and Crosshair," he admitted, "I'll replace it."

"Tech that's not the point."

"Again, I am sorry. I am not accustom to such feelings."

"I thought you said you weren't going to get jealous because of compatibility," said lowly.

"I was incorrect, I can not factor in things I could not account for.”

“I’ll let you two have this out,” Echo said kissing your cheek, “I’ll be on your bedroom floor,” he added.

“You didn’t seem interested in that?”

“Just because something does not lead to something else does not mean one can not be interested in the thing,” Tech rambled until she pressed her mouth to his ear whispering abhorrently obscene invigorating things about she’d do with him after the mission before placing her hand on his cheek absolving him of the returning feelings, “Better?” She asked softly. Tech covered her hand with her own, “Was that really necessary?” He asked smiling.

“No but it was fun,” you admitted, “Want to join me and Echo for some quality time?”

“No I need to start repairing my… mess,” Tech scolded himself looking at it, “but you shouldn’t keep him waiting,” he added removing his hand and kissing yours before he started gathering up the pieces.

You left him to clean it up, although you wondered where he was going to put it because his bunk was a mess with random wires and parts. You walked in and found Echo on his back on the floor with his eyes closed. You taped lightly and walked in. As uncomfortable as it was you joined him him on the floor, his cyber arm wrapped around you.

“How’s Tech?” He asked.

“He’ll be fine, he’ll probably spend the rest of the time reading up emotions while he works.”

“I loved reading manuals as a reg,” Echo sighed.

“Echo, your still a reg,” you laughed.

Wrecker walked in and found both of you on the floor, “Why are you both on the floor?”

“Echo is just living his best Loth-cat life” you laughed even harder.

“Weird. Anyway get changed, we’re on. ‘Mer” Wrecker said picking up Echo and removed both of them from the room.

You were stifling your giggles but you walked over to your trunk and dug through it for your robes and clothing. You pulled out your mask and your set of sabers. You noticed Tech still had the red one, you smiled. Putting your emotions aside, you got dressed and met the boys on the ramp.

“You boys ready to enter the most dangerous place in the galaxy?” you watched them put their helmets on as an answer and Wrecker tossed the mini chest with your master saber over his shoulder, “and try not to get killed,” you added stepping off the ramp, “I’d hate to have to turn this galaxy to dust.”

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Ice skating - day 15

TW : fluff

Summary: you and Darwin had never taken on the challenge of ice skating and the reason as to why starts to prove itself as the day goes on!

"3"

"2"

"1," you both said at the same time as you grasped onto each other's hands and escaped onto the white ice. You had never been ice skating before and had only ever tried roller skating which you weren't completely bad at. Darwin seemed to be good at pretty much anything but you never seemed to get a vision of him styling a pair of skates and a perfectly made outfit. As your blade under your boot hit the slippy ice you knew the only saviour was Darwin's arm.

"Oh shit!" You heard Darwin shout in his Uruguayan accent. You slapped his arm slightly as you saw the many kids skating past him. "What?" He asked with a laugh at your pointed glare.

"The kids aren't going to appreciate your swearing" you warned with a laugh as you steadied yourself on his left arm.

"True" he replied with a smile and a nod of his head as he felt your fingers grasp his arms as tightly as possible. "Ready?" He asked with a slight giggle as you hesitantly nodded. His hand fell tighter on yours as you both carefully took one step, you could have sworn you saw yourself falling every time you took a step. Darwin took another step causing your eyes to go wide at the quick actions he was taking.

"Please tell me you aren't being serious" you said in astonishment with a laugh.

"Eh?" Darwin quickly said as he steadied you both in the middle of the rink as many other skaters flew past you or stumbled their way around you. His eyes were filled with the reflection of the icy blue land underneath him. He styled a confused look on his face at your random outburst.

"Don't take a step without me! I will fall" you warned with another laugh as his confused face was something you couldn't help but find amusement in. He took your arm again and took extra care in his step. "Right move now" you instructed with a giggle as you both carefully moved along the ice. You started to see the act of what skating truly was.

"you're doing it" Darwin praised with a smile as he watched you both glide around the ice as carefully and slowly as possible. You had a sceptical look on your face as his grasp on your hand loosened.

"Shit!" you shouted as his grip completely went and you grasped the wall as quickly as possible.

"The kids aren't going to appreciate your swearing!" Darwin said just like yourself earlier on. You shot him a glare as he replied with a smug grin as he stood confidently before you. "I think I am quite good at this" he added as he looked around him and began moving his feet along the ice. You watched his cocky self take him around the small circle in his mind.

"Be caref-" you started

"Ahhhh" You heard Darwin shout cutting you off your words. You looked over at him as his large frame was still on the ice-cold floor. You keeled your body over with laughter as you noticed how your boyfriend's cocky actions had proven him wrong. Water left your eyes as the laughter running through your body took control of every part of your being. As he stumbled to get himself up off the floor you couldn't help but want to let him get himself up due to his wrongdoings.

"oh my god," he said as he pushed himself up off the floor with laughter falling from his lips. "Well that's the last time I'm going to be cocky" he added with a smile as he grasped the wall next to you with a rather large wabble. You weren't sure if the ice skating scene was the way for you both as a couple.

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mac-and-thefox · 7 months

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Regarding the Ask about your Favorite Blogs:

What are your Favorite "Newcomer"-Blogs?😊

People who are new and/or just started sharing their Work and are still building their Communitys. Artists and Writers both are welcome, preferable Ghoul Content would be Swiss, Rain and Dewdrop. But also the new Bugs and older Ghouls like Ifrit or Omega! Pairings don't matter. I'm looking for Smut and Headcanons, Angst and Hurt/Comfort is also more than fine!

I want to support some nice People, no matter if they already have much Content or not! 🙂😘

This is such a great question, thank you!!

To be honest I'm not totally sure who exactly is a newcomer here, because I'm kind of a newcomer myself and I'm still reaching out to interact with people in general.

As far as who I am fairly sure of, you wanna follow @rainyhoursinhell and @sovaghoul . Their writing is fantastic.

I think that @slippy-socks is also new (Jules, if you're not then I'm sorry but you're new to me lol). Their art is beautiful and it's one of my favorite depictions of Mountain.

I hope that's helpful!

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ilovecupcakesandtea · 12 days

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Title: Lets bring this idiot home

Word Count: 12173

Archive Warnings: Temporary character death

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/OC

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, The Party

Tags: Steddie, Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. . Temporary Major Character Death

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my awesome beta reader/cheerleader @slippy-slip I really could not have done this without you at all.

Art link and credit: Art is by the amazing @kokoshka67 as is the banner

Ao3 Link

AN: Working on this has been an absolute blast.

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and bats

Cold, that’s the first thing that Eddie felt when he woke up. Maybe felt wasn’t the right word, more experienced. He didn’t think he could actually feel anything. He was sure he should be feeling something. He should feel pain, he distinctly remembers being eaten alive by demobats making sure Henderson could get out of this hell pit and to help keep Steve, Robin and Nancy safe.

He must be dead, that’s the only conclusion he could come to. Dead. Not even 20 yet and he was here, dead, in hell. People always did say he’d end up in hell.

“Jesus H Christ,” he said, sitting up and looking around. The place looked totally different now there was no lightning in the sky or thunder to be heard. The only thing that remained the same was the red sky and the ground under him.

It was at this point he noticed that he was surrounded by bats, bats that he was sure had just been eating him, taking chunks out of his sides, arms and legs. But now they were just sitting there, looking at him. Watching him, rather unnerving really if you asked Eddie, almost as though they were waiting for him to do something, anything.

“Looks like everyone got out then,” he said out loud, for no reason other than to break the silence. He never did well with silence.

“What the fuck,” he screamed as the bats all nodded back at him, as though they were actually replying to what he had said.

He scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could and moved off towards the trailer where the gate was. Reaching for the door with more force than he intended, he fell right through and landed back on the ground face first.

“Christ,” Eddie exclaimed, sitting back up headfirst in the living room.

So definitely dead, a ghost by the looks of it. First thing he had to work out was a way of interacting with the world around him, surely it was possible to do? It had to be, right?

He took a second before standing up again to look around inside the trailer. It looked like the gate had closed.

“Well fuck, guess I'm stuck here a ghost then,” Eddie sighed.

Turning around he saw the bats had followed him. They were less scary when he looked at them now that they weren’t trying to eat him.

“Well come on then, if you’re following me let's go and see what’s out there,” Eddie spoke to the bats. He was losing it already, talking to the damn bats.

Eddie started to float off in a random direction when the bats stopped in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. He started in another direction and they moved in front again. A third try had him stopped again.

“Alright, alright you want me to go somewhere?” Eddie asked the bats flying in front of him, getting chirps in response.

“Well I guess I’ve got nothing better to do, lead the way,” he gestured widely.

The bats flew off slowly and looked back to make sure Eddie was following, giving what sounded like happy little chirps when he was.

Eddie floated behind the bats all the way through Hawkins, through the woods and out the otherside where Riffer Rick’s could be seen.

Entering the house he was filled with emotions, all of the fear and the hopelessness that he felt the last time he was there all came back to him. Only hours beforehand he was in this place laying low because he was wanted for murder after watching the death of Chrissy Cunningham.

The bats lead him further into the house and into Rick's bedroom, the last bed he lay on. On the bed lay his body, his mangled body with a torn shirt and missing flesh.

“You really did a number on me huh?” Eddie laughed a humourless laugh. The bats gave off sad chirps in response. “Yeah I know, you had no choice, he made you. Thank you for making sure I rested comfortably though.”

Eddie looked close at his body. He wondered if he could get his ghost back in there. Would there be a point if he did? His body has no heartbeat he was clinically dead, and even if he wasn't there didn't seem to be any way of keeping a human body alive down here long term.

As he was walking Eddie kept trying to touch different things, concentrating really hard on doing so. Wondering if the type of thing he was trying to touch made a difference or if him having any kind of connection to it helped. Everything so far had been a no. Everytime he touched something his hand went straight through it. His feet didn’t physically touch the floor and his whole body felt light.

He wasn’t sure where to head for a while. Just wandering around Lovers Lake, seeing if there was anything that could help him at all. Nothing seemed out of place. With a heavy sigh Edidie headed into the town centre and ultimately towards Hawkins High.

Walking across the football field Eddie headed towards the clearing that once held the picnic table he used as a meeting point for his drug deals. A place that he spent many hours sitting in, reading, drawing or listening to music.

As he entered the clearing he noticed he wasn’t alone. Hovering by the picnic table was Chrissy.

“Chrissy?” Eddie whispered, he hardly dared to believe he wasn’t alone in this hell.

“Eddie?” She replied, moving towards him quickly. “Why are you here?!”

“I died, apparently,” Eddie shrugged. “How long have you been here for?”

“It’s hard to say, I’ve been kinda floating around the place, seeing what else and who else I can find,” she replied smiling

“Chris I need you to know I had nothing to do with your death, I tried to help. I am so sorry I left you. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t help you. Everyone misses you, they all love you so much. Jason led the whole town against me to avenge you. I promise if I could have done anything differently I would have,” Eddie cried.

“Eddie, I know,” Chrissy whispered, placing her hand close to his face. “There was nothing you could have done, please know that.”

“But I ran away and left you there,” Eddie whispered.

“You watched me float to the ceiling and my bones snap, what could you have done?” Chrissy asked.

“Nothing I guess,” he spoke softly in reply. “See, you did the right thing, you could have been next for all you know,” she smiled reassuringly at him.

“Why are you here?” Eddie asked, gesturing around to the clearing.

“This is the last place I remember thinking everything could still be ok. Like I had someone that was on my side and that I wasn’t completely losing my mind,” Chrissy replied simply.

“Even though you saw something whilst you were here, you still felt safe?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah, you looked at me like you might actually believe me if I was to tell you what I’d been going through. You tried to make me laugh. Right until the end I felt safe with you Eddie,” she stated.

“I really really wish I could have saved you,” Eddie huffed, anger clear in his voice.

They spent a while floating around the clearing and chatting, finding out more about each other. She told him about all the secrets of the basketball and cheerleading teams as they both giggled away. Eddie told her all about Hellfire and the campaign he had finished the evening he took her back to the trailer. Chrissy told him about her family, her shitty mum and dad but also about her wonderful auntie and grandma who stood up to her mum whenever they could. Eddie told her about his own parents who skipped out on him for different reasons but also about Wayne who had taken him in and was better than a lot of dads he knew despite never wanting children of his own.

The conversation changed to the upside down. Eddie asked Chrissy about what she could and couldn’t do down here and if she’d seen anyone else.

“Yes actually I have, Barb Holland is around somewhere, the same with Fred and Patrick, I’ve seen them both as well. I’ve had a few good chats with Barb, she’s lovely, she was really helpful when I first ended up here. I can’t really interact with anything, my body seems to just go through it,” she replied.

After saying their goodbyes and promising to see each other again very soon, Eddie decided to continue with his trip around Hawkins. Floating around the parts of the hospital he could, around the police station and around the arcade as well as everywhere else he could get into.

A while later, time had no concept anymore, neither light nor dark to tell night from day, no working clocks, probably for the best after Vecna, Eddie found himself back in Hawkins itself, followed by the bats who hadn’t seemed to want to leave him alone since he woke up. There was no one around at all, no cars even. Hell he wasn't really sure where he was heading, no real destination in mind.

As Eddie floated through the centre of town he found the record store, as it looked in 1983, he walked through the door without opening it and started to look around.

He saw posters advertising the newest Iron Maiden album at the time. The tour that Metallica were embarking on in the January of 1984. Suddenly it hit him. Surrounded by this ‘old’ music it showed him what he would be missing out on, what he would never have again. New music. He couldn't even touch things physically so he didn't even have old music to listen to. He’d never play his sweetheart again. Never listen to the Master Of Puppets album again. The tickets for the Ozzy and Metallica show that Wayne had worked really hard to surprise Eddie with, wouldn't be used by him. Then there was the overwhelming emotional pain of missing Wayne. Did Wayne think he killed all those people? Wayne, Eddie realised, would have come home from this shift, fully expecting to head to bed and then to go to sleep, to find the dead mutilated body of Chrissy Cunningham on the floor and Eddie gone. He couldn’t even remember what his last words to Wayne were.

Eddie sat on the floor and screamed. Screamed for Chrissy, for Wayne, for Dustin, for Max. He beat his fists on the counter in front of him and was hit by the realisation that he was physically making contact with it, he was making noise against the front. It came as such a shock that he stopped screaming immediately, and then his hands fell right through again and back to his knee.

“Huh, that's an interesting development,” Eddie spoke. “Bet Henderson would be able to tell me what happened, I should probably go and find the little shit.”

He headed in the direction of the Hendersons. Seeing Hawkins back in 1983 was really weird, not the weirdest thing to have ever happened to him but certainly up there. Eddie walked past shops that had long since closed down, or had moved locations. Places he had never been able to shop in he could now just walk into without the dirty looks.

Eddie found the Henderson house, floated through the front door and saw straight away that this wasn’t the Henderson house. Someone else was very clearly living here at this point in time. Fuck.

As he floated away from the house, he had no idea where to go next. He wasn't sure how to contact the other side of the gate and he wouldn’t be able to touch anything if he could find it anyway.

“Dustin saw me die didn’t he?” Eddie wondered out loud.

Once again the bats seemed to nod in response. That would always be weird.

“So everyone else must think I’m dead?” He asked.

Another nod.

“So they won't be coming back for me,” he whispered.

He wasn’t quite sure how he knew this to be true but he was almost certain that if everyone was going to be anywhere, recovering from what they had gone through it was the Harrington Mansion. Luckily he knew they way, the parties back in the day had been very lucrative for his little side business.

It took what felt like ages to float there. But finally, in front of him was the infamous Harrington Mansion, just as big as he remembered and with Steve's BMW sitting outside of it as well. Walking across the lawn and to the front door Eddie walked right through and into the entrance way.

Eddie moved around the house slowly, trying to listen out for any sign of anyone on the other side of the vale. He tried shouting out for Henderson, for Steve, for Robin, for Nancy, for anyone. He tried moving things off the side but his hand just went through the items. It was then that he heard it, very faintly, but it was definitely there. Master of Puppets playing out to him from the other side. Now he was determined to make contact.

“I’m alive!” He screamed, “Come back for me!”

“Please,” he whispered. “Please find me”

He finally remembered the one thing that he’d been told was always a sign of the Upside Down, lights. The kids, and older teens, had freaked out whenever any lights flickered.

Eddie concentrated on the music he could faintly hear still and put his hand on the light switch, going through slightly but clearly making the lights in the hallway flicker.

“What the fuck,” he heard.

It had been a very, very long 72 hours since they got out of the upside down and to the hospital. Various amounts of medical care were needed for everyone and aside from Max, Steve was kept the longest. His wounds had to be bandaged a couple of times before they would let him leave, the staff wanted him to stay for longer but suddenly being down staff members and up patient numbers meant they didn’t argue too much when Steve said he wanted to leave. Getting home was a blessing, Steve didn’t normally like the silence but a few minutes alone was needed. The dirty clothes in his bag needed to go straight into the washer so that's where he headed first. As he walked past the living room Steve caught the sight of the tape player they had all sat around before everything making mix tapes for everyone, just in case. He felt compelled to walk towards it, maybe to tidy it all up first. Sitting by the player he gathered everything together and made sure all the tapes were in the right cases.

The last one, still sitting in the player, was Master of Puppets. Eddie had insisted on listening to it over and over again to make sure he knew it before going back into the Upside Down.

Eddie, who was determined to graduate. Eddie who had been so full of life even at the end, wanting to be strong for Dustin. Eddie with his big brown doe eyes and his even bigger personality. Eddie, who even in the short few days Steve had really known him, had shown him a glimpse of a future. A future snuffed out with Eddie’s last breath. His first ‘round’ with the upside down and he ends up dead. Steve should never have forced Eddie and Dustin to be decoys, he should have sent them both home before they went to kill Vecna, they should have had another plan. Eddie should not have died in that horrid place. A victim like Chrissy, Patrick and Fred.

Turning the volume up on the player as loud as it could go he pressed play and let the music engulf him. He stood up and went about what he set out to do, putting his clothes in the washer. Everything was in, bar the vest. Steve stood holding the vest, just standing there looking at it. Leaving it on top of the washer Steve turned around to go about getting clean himself and then going to sleep when he saw it. The lights were flickering. He could hear that the song was coming to an end and the lights were flickering.

“What the fuck,” he said outloud.

This couldn’t be, the Upside own was finished. Vecna was dead and the gates all closed. Then he noticed it, the pattern, the lights were making 3 quick flickers 3 longer flashes and 3 quick flickers again. S.O.S. Could Eddie really be alive?

The relief washed over him. If Eddie was communicating with him then he must be alive in some way. He needed to work out what to do, he couldn’t yet get everyone else involved, they were enjoying being at home with their families. No, he’d do this himself until he had to get everyone else involved with whatever rescue mission was needed. With the idea of a shower and sleep behind him now Steve grabbed a notebook and a pen and sat down at the kitchen table to write down everything he knew about the Upside Down, gates and anything else supernatural.

It wasn’t until he heard the front door open that he looked up and noticed it was now dark outside.

“Robbie?” Steve said into the darkness, closing the book and pushing it away from him.

“Yeah it’s me dingus, you ok? Sitting in the dark all by yourself,” Robin asked, concern obvious in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m ok, I was just sitting here and didn’t even realise it had gone dark. What are you doing here anyway? Why aren't you with your parents?” He questioned, trying to change the subject.

“Wanted to make sure you’re ok, your parents aren’t here and I didnt want you to be on your own,” she replied, coming over and giving him a hug, “What's this?” Robin questioned poking at the notebook.

“It’s nothing,” Steve whispered, he needed her to leave this alone for now.

“Steve, I’m not going to push, just know I'm here for you,” Robin said.

“Thank you,” He replied. “Anyway don’t you have a date tonight?”

“I called J and rescheduled, explained about the earthquake and everything and how I needed to help clean up and just needed to be with the family tonight,” Robin shrugged. “Want to watch a movie and judge everyone before we fall asleep on the couch and get really uncomfortable?”

“I couldn’t think of a better way of spending the evening, shall we make some food first?” He suggested.

20 minutes later they were both sat down with Top Gun on and huge bowls of pasta.

“Kelly McGillis is so hot,” Robin sighed.

“Not as hot as Tom Cruise,” Steve replied.

They couldn’t hear him or see him and he couldn’t see them or hear them any more but Eddie was in the room with them humming along to Master of Puppets hoping that someone had got his message earlier and that they were coming to save him.

The pair spent the rest of the evening watching films and judging everyone in them. However Steve couldn't shrug off the feeling he should tell Robin, at least she would probably know what to do. He was so grateful for her turning up to make sure he was ok though, he didn't have the heart to ruin it. He'd show her everything in the morning.

Later that night they crawled into bed together and as per their custom Robin was the big spoon. She was tiny but they both felt better sleeping this way. They fell into a restless slumber, too exhausted to be kept awake by the horrors that they had seen but not settled enough for it to be restful.

The next morning they woke up and made breakfast. Over an unusually quiet breakfast for the pair, Steve thought about what was written in his notebook. Having slept he felt better about letting Robin know what he had seen. Once toast had been eaten and coffee drank, Steve pushed the notebook towards Robin and stood up to do the dishes. "Steve, why does this page have Eddie's alive with a question mark at the top. And why is this followed by everything we know about the upside down and supernatural things in general?" Robin whispered. "The lights flickered," he answered simply. "Just like the S.O.S that Eddie told us about."

"He was dead though babes, we all checked for any sign of a pulse, all over this body. There wasn't one," Robin countered.

"Look, I know that, ok. I know the gate is closed and I know we all checked for a pulse and it wasn't there, but the lights flickered and it was S.O.S," he replied, pinching his nose to stop himself crying.

"Okay, do we need to get everyone else involved?" Robin asked, believing him.

"Maybe later. Can we just have a think if there's anything I've forgotten before we let them know? They're all still just kids and they're with their families right now," he suggested.

"Of course we can," Robin smiled, cuddling into him from behind.

"I really hope he's alive Bobbie," Steve sniffled.

"Oh dingus, me too," she sighed.

"Steve, I know you don't want to get them involved just yet but if Eddie is down there on his own we need to help him. We both know we can't do this on our own, it wouldn't help anyone and we'd just get ourselves into danger. Would you want to tell them what happened when we both come back half dead?" Robin said after their second morning together.

"Yeah, I know. I'll radio them soon and get everyone here and see what they say," He sighed. "I just want them to be kids for once."

“Me too dingus, me too, but we need their help,” the girl responded, pulling him into a hug.

They both got showered and dressed for the day and then Steve radioed Dustin.

"Henderson, you there dude?" Steve spoke into the walkie.

"Steve? Everything okay?" came the static reply of Dustin seconds later.

"Gather everyone at yours in 30 minutes. I'm picking you all up and bringing you here," Steve said, trying not to sound as stressed as he felt. Was he really dragging them all back into this bullshit?

"Sure okay, guys check in if you heard that," Dustin responded.

Different variations of 'heard' could be overheard from the walkie as each party member said they would be there.

"Right, sit down, I need to tell you something," Steve started a little while later when all of the party were all sitting in the Harrington living room.

"Are you dying?" Dustin asked straight away.

"Did you get Robin pregnant?" Mike asked.

"Are you moving away?" Lucas questioned him.

"No, no, none of that. Especially the Robin being pregnant thing, she’s like my sister dude," Steve replied, already exasperated.

"Well you've never had an issue fucking sisters," Mike retorted.

"Just yours Wheeler, just yours," Steve said straight faced.

"Just listen, please," Steve sighed. "A couple of nights ago when I got home from the hospital I was playing Master of Puppets at full volume and the lights flickered, like S.O.S, like Eddie showed us. I didn't hear anything but I know what I saw. I'm not clever enough to work this shit out on my own. I'm not asking anyone to come back down there if it's needed, I will do that alone. I just need help working out what's going on and how to go about fixing it."

"Oh yeah, like we're going to let you go back down there on your own," Dustin huffed, rolling his eyes. "So, which lights? Was it just the S.O.S or was it other flickering too? You said you didn't hear anything else but are you sure? Any kind of static from the radio? From the tape player? We need to see if we can contact the other side. Going to be a bit difficult if we don't know if Eddie is here or not. Like in the house still," Dustin rambled, question after question being thrown at Steve.

"Just the lights in the hallway that I saw, nothing else at all even vaguely weird. Robin did you hear anything or see anything last night or the night before?" Steve asked, turning to Robin for the last question.

"Nope," She responded, shaking her head.

Dustin's immediate reaction was to jump up and run to the light in question, clearly in the hopes to find some way of using them to communicate with Eddie.

"Okay so how do we talk to him?" Mike asked as he followed Dustin into the hallway.

"Can we even talk to him? Like if he's dead and a ghost or something will we be able to talk to him?" Dustin wondered out loud.

“Well he communicated with us so we should be able to talk back to him in some way. Like we did with the lite-brite the other day, we’ll figure this out ok. We need to. Eddie needs us again,” Steve pointed out.

“We could use the walkie talkie or a radio as a spiritbox type thing?” Robin suggested. “Kinda sweep the frequencies and see if we get anything at all from the upside down at all, it's kind of a different world like talking to a ghost would be.”

The party spent the rest of the day going through different channels on their walkies and walking around the house trying to get something, anything. They had gone through all the channels and walked around the whole of the Harrington house getting nothing back.

“I don’t think we’re going to get anything,” Will sighed.

“What’s different now than when you saw the lights Steve?” Mike asked.

“Music!” Robin shouted, jumping up. “Sorry, Steve said when he saw the lights he had Master of Puppets on full blast.”

“Yes! That’s it! Steve, where’s the tape and the tape player?” Dustin asked.

Steve found them both and soon the opening notes were blasting from the speakers and around the house.

They restarted their checks with the walkies, concentrating in the hallway, less than 3 minutes later and a walkie picked something up.

" 'derson," came a crackly voice through the walkie that Lucas was holding in the hallway.

“Holy shit Eddie! It’s Lucas, man is that really you?” the younger boy asked excitedly.

“Older Sinclair! Man, it's good to hear your voice. Yeah it’s me,” came the staticky reply.

“Lucas, what channel are you on?” Dustin demanded to know.

“Eddie! Eddie, it’s me, It’s Dustin,” Dustin said into the walkie once he had tuned it right.

“Henderson, I’m so fucking sorry,” Eddie replied quietly.

“Dude, we’re going to fix this okay, we’re going to bring you home,” the curly haired boy said.

“Operation Let’s Bring This Idiot Home has officially begun,” Robin laughed into her walkie.

“Now I know I’m saved with the brain of everything helping the kids, is the brawn behind your brains helping too or is King Steve too busy?”

“I’m here you jackass, stay close to whatever you’re using to speak to us. We could use your weird knowledge of things.”

“Always happy to be a fountain of weird knowledge. I’ll stay where I am. Over and out for now,” Eddie replied before the music ended and the static of the radio started up again.

Eddie didn’t think anything would be able to wipe the smile off his face. Having human contact again after days of no one but bats to talk too and it being the people he went down fighting alongside felt amazing. Knowing that they wanted to help him potentially get back to the right side up gave him a feeling that he never thought he would feel again, hope.

He wanted to go and wander around and explore more of the Upside Down, he wanted to know how far it spanned. Was it just Hawkins that was affected or was further afield having the same issues. He also wanted to be nosey in peoples houses, as much as his ghostly body would allow anyway. However he needed to stay close to the radio he had been able to communicate to them through. Unable to actually take it with him.

He waited around for what felt like ages. He hoped someone would check in with some update or idle chit chat, but no, silence. The more the silence drew on and on the more the bad thoughts crept back in. Eddie had had time since ‘waking up’ to accept that this was his new normal but since the talk with the party he allowed himself to think about going home, about hugging Dustin again, seeing Wayne again, about 6 kids, a winnebago and a road trip.

Had they already forgotten about him? He couldn’t be sure how much time had passed with no way of gauging time of day. He also didn’t know if time worked the same down here as it did up there. Trying to convince himself that a large amount of time hadn’t actually passed was difficult but he had to try.

“Hey, guy’s, is anyone there?” He asked, touching the radio, which seemed to be the only way he could get it to work.

Silence.

No reply came at all, not even static.

He sat and waited, speaking into the radio another few times, trying different things to see if that would help. He had no luck.

Eddie felt helpless again.

The little bit of hope he had ripped away from him as quickly as it had come.

How was he going to recover from this now? He’s already come to terms with being stuck down here forever now but he’d, albeit for a brief moment, had hoped that that would change.

“Eddie, you there man?” Steve asked later that evening, something told him he needed to check in with the other man. He couldn’t imagine how lonely it must be to be left alone down there.

Nothing came back.

“Munson, you there? It’s Steve,” Steve said again. “Harrington, Steve Harrington, just like in case you know another Steve.” Maybe he had been hanging out with Robin too long.

Still nothing.

Has the connection they made been lost? Has something happened? Had Eddie just wandered away and couldn’t hear him? All kinds of thoughts ran through his head.

Steve was trying the radio over and over walking around the house.

“Hey dingus, everything ok?” Robin asked, waking into the house and seeing him pacing.

“I can’t get Eddie back again Robin, he’s gone,” Steve replied frantically, trying the radio one more time.

“Okay, we can sort it,” she replied calmly.

“What if he’s gone this time Bobs?” he whispered.

“He isn't okay, we know this. It took us ages to get in contact last time. We can keep trying okay. You did forget the music though. I can’t say for certain that helps the link but it’s not a coincidence that the 2 times contact has been made that music was involved,” she reassured him, pulling him into a hug.

“You’re right, let’s get it playing and see if that works again,” he replied, breathing out the breath he felt like he’d been holding for ages.

They got the tape playing and Steve tried again.

“Hey Munson, you there man?” He asked again, hoping he sounded a lot calmer than he felt.

“Steve Harrington as I, well, float in another worldly place,” Eddie replied, drawing out Steve’s name. “How can I help big boy?”

“Just wanted to check in, see how you’re doing,” Steve replied, trying his best to hide his blush from Robin, the smirk on her face suggested he hadn’t been successful. “Guessed it must be pretty lonely down there, and it’s just me and Robin here right now”

“I’ve made friends with the bats!” Eddie exclaimed, glee clear in his voice.

“The bats?!” Robin shouted after taking the walkie from Steve.

“Yes, they’re not too bad when they’re not killing me,” he laughed, he could just imagine the look on both their faces. “Oh you’ll never guess who else is down here! I haven’t spent all that much time with her but we did spend some time together, Chrissy.”

Steve looked at Robin straight away, he could sense the impending freakout before it happened.

“That’s great! Maybe we can errmm, talk to her sometime, I guess, like maybe. She probably doesn’t want to talk to me, or us I mean, she didn’t even know us really,” Robin rambled.

“I get it Robin, she’s a very beautiful girl,” Eddie replied casually. Robin’s shoulders relaxed at being accepted without having to say the words. “I was always slightly more inclined towards the basketball team rather than the cheerleaders but I have been known to look their way.”

Days passed and the group did research into all things to do with ghosts and discussed their collective knowledge of the Upside Down. Robin had made a couple of long tapes with Eddie's favourite songs once they realised that any music that Eddie connected with emotionally worked to bridge the gap between worlds. They left a tape running any time someone was awake and in the house.

Everyone had gone home on the fifth day of brainstorming when Eddie’s voice came across the walkie that they had made sure could always be used by him.

“Steve, you there?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m here. Miss me already?”

“You weren't meant to figure it out,” Eddie laughed.

“Secrets safe with me,” Steve responded with a laugh. “All jokes aside, everything ok? Need something?”

“Yeah, a huge favour actually. Can you help me keep everyone away from Riffer Rick's bedroom if you guys have to come down here. My, erm, physical body is in there. It’s not pretty and I don’t want anyone seeing that unless it can be changed.”

“Yeah, of course. If someone needs to go there it’ll be me,” Steve said, nodding as though he could be seen.

Almost two weeks later the party realised they had as much information as they could gather and the next step, they all decided, was heading down into the Upside Down.

“I know you don’t want to but I think we’re going to need El involved in this. I’m not sure how we can open the gate without her,” Dustin declared.

Everyone else agreed reluctantly and Mike gave her a call to fill her in on everything so far.

“I have sensed something a little different down there. I couldn’t quite work out what it was though, it didn’t feel evil. Just sad mostly, sparks of happiness but mostly sad,” El explained when she joined the group.

“Can you open the gate again so that we can go and see him?” Mike asked her.

“Possibly yes, I can feel the one in the pool a little still so maybe I can open that one up again,” El replied.

“A gate in the pool?” Nancy whispered “Where it came and took Barb. I never thought about that.”

“So El, you can open the gate up and we can head in, save Eddie and bring him home,” Dustin said cheerily.

“Let’s take it one step at a time shall we?” Steve replied.

Heading out into the back garden and over to the empty pool the group looked around to see if anything looked any different.

“I can feel it the strongest here,” El said as she stood near the diving board. “I can open this gate up. I can’t feel anything dangerous and Eddie said that he hasn’t seen anything bad right?”

“Said he’d made friends with the bats,” Robin scoffed.

El got ready and sat on the diving board. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, held her hands out and concentrated. The air suddenly felt heavier. A rip in the very fabric of the universe started to open and continued to spread. Once the gate was open fully El placed her hands by her side and opened her eyes again.

“It’s open and I can’t feel anything bad in there,” El said as she took a tissue from Will who had rushed over to her.

The silence was deafening. Any noise that there seemed to be before the gate was opened had disappeared.

“Right, let’s get going then,” Dustin said, stepping forward.

“Just me, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan are heading in ok. We can’t risk any of you but we’re all adults and have made this decision,” Steve said, one hand on his hip and the other pointing at each of the party in turn.

“Right, let's just go in and bring this idiot back,” Robin sighed, picking up her axe.

They had spoken at length with Eddie about what creatures could be found down there. He’d said they were harmless but they couldn’t be sure what would happen when people who weren’t connected to the Upside Down entered.

Steve went in first, trusty nailbat swinging by his side. Jonathan and Nancy followed him, Nancy with her shawnoff pointed dead ahead and Jonathan with a pistol in hand. Robin followed the group with her axe held ready to strike should it be needed.

“Watch for the vines guys, don’t forget about the hive mind. We don’t know what connection they have now. Also we’re not sure what kind of connection they have to Eddie either so don’t hurt any of them because we don’t want to hurt him as well,” Robin rambled.

“I hate this place, it’s no less creepy now than it was when we were last here fighting for our lives,” Nancy commented.

“You weren’t joking when you said this place was stuck in ‘83. The Phillips still have that awful tree that always used to overhang the sidewalk,” Jonathan said looking around.

“She was such a bitch too, always on at me and Tommy over something or other. Plus her cooking was lousy and they were always cheating on each other. Broke up 3 other marriages between them,” Steve replied off handedly.

Walking around the Upside Down when something wasn’t trying to kill them was a whole new experience for each of them. This time the place was silent, all bar their footsteps and chatter. The sky was no longer red with lightning above them, no bats or other demo creatures were trying to kill them, just silence. They knew that Eddie had been spending a lot of his time at the Harrington residence as that was the only place they could communicate with him. So that’s where they headed too.

“This is all suspiciously quiet down here. This has not been my experience of this place so far. Is this ok or are we walking into a trap? Oh shit. Did we ever take a second to check if this was actually Eddie? We all saw him dead, Steve you tried chest compressions and Nancy you checked for a pulse. What if we didn’t actually kill Venca and he’s bringing us down here hoping we come back down without much of a plan so he can kill us and get free?” Robin questioned.

“Robs, it’s Eddie ok. Trust me,” Steve replied.

The group continued to walk towards the Harrington residence without issue and finally they were there.

“Munson, you here man?” Steve asked as he walked into the house. It felt so weird for him to be seeing the house as it was in ‘83, before everything started.

He could almost see a younger version of himself sitting on the couch watching something on TV. Or sitting with the book club he joined talking about their neighbours.

“Yeah in your super posh living room,” Eddie said, interrupting Steve’s thoughts before they could spiral any further.

They all walked into the living room with their weapons ready to attack if it wasn’t actually Eddie.

“Guys, I’m a ghost. You can’t kill me any further and a nail bat or gun isn’t going to get rid of me,” Eddie laughed.

“I brought an iron poker as well,” Robin declared, unhooking it from her belt.

“A wise woman, Buckley, but please keep it away from me. We don’t actually want me to disappear,” Eddie said, moving further away from her.

“The weapons were for more fleshy creatures than yourself, no offence obviously,” Nancy pointed out.

“I told you they're all harmless, nothing will hurt you. Venca is dead. I can’t feel him at all and the bats agree,” he sighed.

“Right so Eddie is officially a ghost, we don’t know where his body is, we don’t know what state that body is in, and we have no way of getting ghost Eddie back into human Eddie even if parts 1 and 2 weren’t an issue, which they are,” Robin spoke up.

“I, erm, know where my body is. The physical one anyway but parts 2 and 3 are still an issue so,” Eddie said sadly.

“Let's go and see what we’re dealing with then,” Nancy said, turning to leave clearly having already made up her mind that they were heading to Eddie’s body next.

“I think we should ask Eddie what he wants to do about his body. He should be given the choice as to who gets to see him like, well, that,” Steve shrugged.

“Thank you Stevie. I just want you guys to know that bits of the flesh are missing. It’s clearly a very dead body ok. It’s not pretty. None of you need to see it if you don’t want to, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. I asked Steve to keep the kids away so they didn’t have to see it but I would really consider if you want to see that or not,” Eddie said before the group could move too far.

“Thanks for the heads up Eddie but if we’re going to fix this at least one of us that can go right side up needs to see your body so we know exactly what needs to be done,” Nancy nodded at him.

“Lead the way then,” Robin said.

The group all left the Harrington house and started their way through the woods towards Riffer Rick's place. Their surroundings stayed as quiet as it was when they entered the Upside Down a few minutes prior. The bats follow at a safe distance behind them.

“I don’t like that they’re following us at all, it’s really creepy,” Robin pointed out. “Can they stop please?’

“They don’t like you guys being down in their territory either. Last time you were here you guys set fire to things and did a lot of harm. Plus killing their master,” Eddie shrugged. “They’re not going to hurt you though if you don’t do anything.”

“Does this pose a future issue of getting your body out of here? Is that maybe something we need to be careful of?” Jonathan questioned as they reached the house and walked inside.

“I don’t think so but maybe we need a game plan for that happening,” Eddie replied. “Right, I’m in the bedroom, I mean my body is in the bedroom. Please remember what I said earlier about what’s in there before you just walk in.”

“I’ll go and look, no one else needs to join me if they don't want to,” Nancy said, walking towards the bedroom. Steve followed behind her.

A few minutes later Nancy and Steve both walked back out.

“The first issue would be the fact your body has no blood in it but it doesn’t actually look like it's started to decompose which is good,” Nancy declared. “We’d have to close up the wounds. Get at least 5 pints of blood into you and restart your heart.”

“Not a lot then, we could get all of that done in an hour or so right?” Eddie deadpanned. “Let's face it guys, we can't do that. My spiritual being is outside of my body and we have no way of fixing that. I’m dead and I’m staying dead. Is there any chance someone could explain all this enough to Wayne so I can speak to him again though please?”

“Yeah of course, anything to help,'' Robin replied. “Should we have a look around? Make sure Vecna/ Henry / 001 is dead? May as well make sure the job is done.”

“Sure, let's head over to the Creel house and check it out,” Jonathan shrugged.

The group walked back into Hawkins and through the town and passed the Memorial Hospital.

“We could burn it down?” Robin suggested, nudging Steve, as they walked past Family Video.

“We could always burn the school down instead?” Eddie countered as they went past Hawkins high.

Finally they were walking up the path towards the Creel house.

“I know we’re all thinking it and I just want you all to know that even if we can’t get this situation fixed I appreciate you all trying. It means a lot that you all came down here to try and help, even though you had no idea what was waiting for you when you got here. So yeah, even if I’m still a ghost at the end of all this, Thank you,” Eddie said as the group made its way inside the creepy house.

“This really is an awful place. I can still feel the vines around me,” Robin commented with a shudder.

“There’s so much cool shit in this house that I want to explore but I can’t physically pick anything up which sucks,” Eddie said, looking around the hallway. “Buckley, can you help me explore?”

“Don’t touch anything yet, we still need to make sure this place is safe,” Nancy spoke up.

“It’s safe,” came a voice from behind them.

“Hey Chris, you know everyone right?” Eddie greeted Chrissy.

“I know faces, but not everyone’s names. I know you, obviously. Steve from basketball and Robin from band, really wish I’d gotten to know you better Robin,” she spoke softly. “I’m really sorry but I don’t know either of your names,” she apologised, turning to Nancy and Jonathan.

“I’m Jonathan Byers and this is Nancy Wheeler,” Jonathan smiled awkwardly.

“Right, now we’ve all been introduced, can we have a look around this place now. See what kind of things could be taken back to the right side up or just fun things down here,” Eddie declared.

The group spent lots of time looking around each room in the house, after Chrissy had helped Eddie learn how to float up the stairs. The last room they looked in was an old library filled full of very old books and some handwritten texts. They spent time looking through each of them seeing if there was anything that could be useful to anything.

“Erm guys, I think I may have found something,” Robin spoke up. “It certainly isn’t a normal book, looks super old and it’s giving me a really weird feeling.”

“Let’s have a look,” said Steve, walking up beside her and taking the book from her and looking through.

“Open it!” Eddie insisted, a manic look on his face as he was on the other side of Robin.

“Alright, alright,” Robin sighed.

Instantly a ghostly green glow started to come from the book.

“This is amazing,” Eddie cackled.

“We need to close this book now and hope that it didn’t do any damage to either the Upside Down or the Right Side Up,” Robin said, trying to close the book.

“We should have a look through it to see if it can help any. If any book in here can, it's this one,” Steve pointed out.

“Have neither of you seen The Evil Dead? Nothing good can come from using this book for anything,” She sighed.

“Can we at least look through it to see? This could be my only hope to fix all of this,” he asked, gesturing to himself.

“Fine,” Robin sighed. “But I 100% reserve the right to say I told you so when this all goes wrong.”

“Let’s take this back and get the party to look through it, see if those nerds can find something in it,” Steve suggested.

The group headed back out of the Creel house after finishing their look around and headed back towards the gate and the right side up.

“We’ll keep in contact over the walkie as normal and we’ll come back and see you if we can’t get this sorted quickly,” Steve said, having to keep his hand still to stop himself from reaching out to touch Eddie.

“Yeah ok Stevie, I’ll sit by the radio waiting for your call,” Eddie smiled shyly. “See you guys soon, yeah?”

“Bye Robin, good to see you,” Chrissy said, waving at the other girl. “Bye guys,” she finished and then floated away.

“Erm Buckley you got a sec?” Eddie spoke up as Robin just stood and looked at the space where Chrissy had been.

“Sure, what’s up?” She asked, shaking herself and stepping towards him.

“I’m not sure if you were being serious earlier about speaking to Uncle Wayne about all of this. But it really would mean the world to both me and him if we could talk again, even if it’s just one last time,” Eddie spoke nervously.

“I said I would and I will, ok. As soon as we know exactly what is going on with you I’ll talk to him. No need to upset him with you being dead if we can bring you back,” she smiled.

“I owe you one, seriously. Once I’m all ok, whatever you want, just ask,” Eddie said

“Just take care of him ok, he’s not as strong as he makes out. That’s all I ask in return.”

“What?” Eddie stammered. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“Yes you do. I’m not going to say a word though,” She nodded.

Eddie nodded in response and turned to float away again.

Back at the Harrington house the party, along with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan sat down with the book. Dustin had previously made sure that a walkie had been made so that the button didn’t have to be pushed in to talk to Eddie.

They spent the rest of the day and some of the following day having a read through the book to see if anything was useful.

“There’s a whole section in this book dedicated to exorcisms. Eddie, you’d love that! You can shout Latin at people and they’ll think you’re cursing them but you’re really just telling demons to get away,” Dustin laughed.

“Oh dude that sounds amazing! You’ll have to show me when we get all of this fixed,” Eddie replied, clearly also very entertained by the prospect.

“Hey, wait here a second!” Dustin exclaimed. “I actually think I’ve found something! There’s something in here called the Transmutational Resurrection Spell. The Latin incantation translates to ‘Restore the blood. Restore the flesh. Restore the bone. Bring the spirit and warm the body. After death, made whole again.’ This could be useful, it would need Eddie’s blood though which I don’t think we have.”

“Is it a good job one of the 6 languages I speak is Latin?” Robin sighed, “Write it down for me please Steven then I can start learning it.”

“I, erm, still have his battle vest and I was wearing it whilst I tried to do CPR, that should have some of his blood on it still,” Steve said sheeplishly. “I didn’t have time to put a wash on okay! Things happened very quickly once I got home,” he defended.

“We need to discuss what we do if this works and what we do if this doesn’t work. We can’t just go into this with no plan at all,” Nancy spoke up.

“This is starting to sound like a DnD quest,” Eddie laughed. “If this doesn’t work then that’s okay. We tried, well you guys tried.”

“Stop with that shit okay,” Steve huffed. “You were the only reason we know you’re down there. You did the S.O.S on the lights and got us to look around the Creel house. So stop with that self-deprecating bullshit, okay, it’s not cute.”

“Yeah, ok Stevie, just for you.”

The group spent the rest of the afternoon talking through the best way to get Eddie’s soul back into his body and then to get his body, alive, out of the hell pit that is the Upside Down. Nancy and Jonathan took the party and Robin home and left Steve alone at the start of the evening. He made something to eat, changed the tape in the player and moved everything to be as close to the love seat so that he could curl up with some food and talk to Eddie.

“Hey Eds you there?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m here Stevie, everything ok?” came the reply.

“Everythings fine. Just wanted to check in with you, seen as it's just us now,” Steve responded.

“Got me alone, have you sweetheart?” Eddie chuckled. “I’m not that kind of girl Stevie, need to wine and dine me first.”

“It’s a date,” he responded, not really thinking and feeling his cheeks heat up as he realised what he’d said.

“As soon as I’m fit enough we can work out the details of that date, yeah?” Eddie hummed.

“Once I’m finished with my food, do you want me to read something to you? I’m sure there’s something here I could read for you if you wanted me too?” Steve asked, trying to keep his cool when all he wanted to do was kick his legs and giggle.

“That really would be great. Anything you have, takeaway menus included, I will happily listen too,” Eddie replied, a smile clear in his voice.

The rest of the evening consisted of talking through everything, from how they were actually dealing with everything to what Eddie's first meal would be when he could eat again. A conversation spurred on by Steve actually reading the takeaway menus to him through lots of laughter and silly voices.

Lying in bed that night, for the first time in days, Steve felt hopeful for the future. There was no doubt that he liked Eddie as more than friends, the physical attraction to the other man had always been there. After spending time with him over the last few days though and talking to him for hours tonight there was no ignoring that the attraction ran deeper than how good Eddie looked.

A banging on his front door the following morning woke Steve up.

“Is the world ending again?” He asked as soon as he opened the door, showing Robin to be on the other side.

“Yes actually my world is ending ok Steven so a little sympathy would be great right now, thank you,” she replied, walking into his house and heading to the kitchen.

“What’s happening?” He asked, following her into the kitchen and starting to make coffee.

“I still like Chrissy but I spent the evening with J and I really like J too. It’s a mess,” she replied, helping him make coffee by getting their favourite mugs out and grabbing the sugar and creamer.

“Ok,” he responded, clearly thinking his next words through. “Does J know about what happened? I’m assuming you weren’t silly enough to tell her everything but does she know what’s in the press?”

“Yeah, she does. She’s mentioned it in passing a couple of times but never pressed for anything.”

“So maybe being honest with her is the best way to go?” he shrugged. “It’s not like you’re looking to move in together next week, get married the week after and adopt 4 kids and a cat by Christmas. You could tell her that you really enjoy seeing her exactly as you are but that you really need to keep it at this pace for a little bit?”

“What if she’s not ok with it?” She whispered.

“Then she’s no good for you anyway. You’re not telling J that you were in love with Chrissy or that you two were in a relationship. You’re telling her that you had the feelings for someone who is unfortunately now dead and that it’s caused a bit of emotional conflict within yourself and you wanted to make her aware of this,” he said, passing her a cup of coffee.

The pair sat down at the breakfast bar and ate cereal chatting away, catching up on the gossip that Robin had heard from her mom last night.

“I think I have feelings for Eddie,” Steve whispered as he was washing the dishes.

“That’s ok. Thank you for telling me,” Robin replied, leaning her head into him as she was drying the dishes he was washing. “He’ll be back with us soon and you can woo him with romantic metal songs and pretty painted miniatures.”

“You really think so?” He asked.

“Yes, no doubt about it. Pull out all your best moves and he’ll be yours before you know it,” she smiled. “Anyway, I’ve spent most of the night awake learning that incantation and I think I have it nailed. Dustin said that he and the rest of the party were meeting early at the Wheeler’s house so that they can make sure they know what else is needed for this to work and Nancy said that she was going to look into ways of making sure we could bring Eddie home at least alive enough.”

Steve got ready for the day and before 10am he had a living room filled with everyone again, all talking over each other about the plan they had concocted.

“One at a time please,” Steve shouted loudly over them all.

Calmly Will explained the plan. They would move Eddie’s body close to the open gate, Robin would perform the incantation and then Nancy and Jonathan would perform any immediate medical intervention needed. Nancy having stocked up on supplies at the drugstore on their way over to Steves.

Gathering everything together, weapons included, the group headed towards the gate again.

“Good morning everyone, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Eddie asked cheerfully as the group headed into the Harrington home and found him in the living room.

“Eddie!” Dustin shouted running towards the other man, catching himself short of trying to hug him.

“Hey Henderson, missed you too,” Eddie beamed.

“Shall we get this all started?” Nancy suggested “Not wishing to break up this reunion but we really should try and see if we can get Eddie back into his body as soon as possible.”

“Yeah Nance is right, let’s head over to Rick’s and bring Eddie back to the gate entrance and sort this all out ok,” Robin agreed.

Walking back over to Rick’s, Steve was trying to think of a way that they could move the body but still keep Eddie’s wish of the party not seeing him like that.

“Erm, Nance, Jon, can I grab you both for a second? You guys carry on,” Steve shouted. “Eddie requested that I don't let the party see his body, he doesn’t want to be remembered like that. Do you have any wipes with you Nance and I can clean his face off? And Jon will you help me carry him? I thought we could cover all but his face with a sheet and carry him like that. Means that all anyone will be able to see is his face.”

“Yeah I’ve got some in the bag ready to clean any wounds but we can clean his face off first,” Nancy replied. “It’s a really good idea Steve”

“And sure, I’ll help you carry his body. Sounds like the best idea to have him wrapped in a cover anyway,” Jonathan agreed.

“Thanks guys,” Steve smiled at the pair.

As they all reached the house Steve stopped them all.

“I want you all to stay out of the bedroom okay, no questions asked, just do as I say.” Steve said, hands on hips making eye contact with each as he spoke.

They all entered the house and Steve, Nancy and Jonathan went towards the bedroom ready to get Eddie’s body cleaned up and moved. 10 minutes later and the three walked back out into the main part of the shack with the body bundled up in a blanket and being carried between Steve and Jonathan.

“I’ll go ahead and keep a lookout for anything trying to attack us if everyone else can kind of spread out around Jonathan, Steve and Eddie with Robin at the back?” Nancy suggested as the group filled back out of the shack. They all nodded their approval of her plan.

All of a sudden there was an almighty screeching sound followed by the sound of the bats taking flight. Nancy raised her gun ready to shoot and the others stood around with their various weapons raised ready to fight.

“Please don’t hurt them, can you all lower your weapons?” Eddie shouted quickly. “Hey guys, my friends are helping me okay, they’re not doing anything to hurt me.” he said more calmly, addressing the bats this time.

The bats stopped screeching and settled back onto the fencing by Rick’s.

They got Eddie’s body to the edge of the gate and placed it down on the sheets and blankets they had placed on the ground earlier.

Eddie got as close as he could to his body, Robin knelt next to it and held the vest in her hands.

“Restituo sanguis. Restituo carnes. Restituo os. Afferte spiritus et calidum corpus. Post mortem, natus totum iterum.” She chanted over and over again.

At first it didn’t seem to be doing anything and then all of a sudden his soul was pulled back into his body and everything went black to him and his ghost vanished from sight for everyone else.

Eddie lay on the ground still covered in the blanket for what felt like hours. Not moving or even awake, just laying there.

“He’s got a pulse, it’s strong and his breathing is good too, I think he just needs some rest.” Nancy said, standing back up from checking Eddie over again.

“Let’s get him out of here and into the house. He needs to be warm and comfortable and to be somewhere safe. Who knows what could still happen whilst we wait for him to be okay enough to move.” Steve suggested.

Between Steve and Jonathan they picked Eddie up and carried him to the house. Getting him onto the sofa.

“Should we bring a mattress downstairs so that when he wakes up he doesn’t need to move around so much to get everything he’ll need? You have a bathroom and everything down here plus the kitchen and access to the outside.” Robin suggested.

“Yeah, yeah that’s a really good idea! My dad’s old office is empty, we can set a bed up in there. I’m sure my parents have an old bed frame they took apart and never got rid off and I know there’s a spare mattress as well. Some of you shitheads want to come and help me make a bedroom for Eddie?” Steve asked.

They all agreed and everyone but Nancy, Robin and El, went to help Steve.

“Is Steve ok?” Nancy suddenly asked, turning to Robin.

“Erm, yeah, I mean as well as any of us really are I guess” Robin replied.

“Good, I worry about him is all. He seems to really like Eddie though. Not sure I’d ever say I'd describe someone looking at a ghost as longingly, but he does.” Nancy chuckled.

“Damn, you think Harrington preferred me as a ghost?” Eddie suddenly rasped out from where the girls were sitting beside him.

“Eddie!” Robin gasped, reaching over to touch him. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was a chew toy for a load of bats and my soul was thrown back into my body” he replied smiling weekly.

“I'll grab you some pain relief and some water,” Nancy said, standing up and rushing from the room.

“Hello Eddie, it's good to finally meet you in your physical form” El smiled, waving slightly.

“Supergirl!” Eddie grinned as best he could. “Thank you for everything”

“Ed’s” a whisper came from the doorway.

“Hey Stevie, “ Eddie replied sheepishly.

“You’re okay” Steve breathed out, as though he had been holding his breath.

“All thanks to you big boy.” the other boy smiled.

“Erm El, shall we erm go and see if anyone is hungry or thirsty and sort some food and drink if needed” Robin said, gently taking El by the hand and leading her out the room.

“We’re setting up a bedroom for you in the office, unless you have somewhere else you’d rather stay whilst you recover?” Steve said, stepping further into the room.

“No, nowhere else I’d rather be” He smiled, attempting to sit up, only to fall back down again.

“Lie back down and let's get some pain relief in you shall we.” Nancy ordered as she walked back into the room carrying a syringe. “IV morphine” she shrugged, nodding at it.

“Yeah, that sounds amazing to me. I’m not even going to question where you got it from or how much you have.” Eddie laughed before wincing in pain.

Eddie fell back asleep again within 5 minutes of having the morphine and spent the next 4 hours flat out, only waking up again because of the pain.

Waking up with a wince and a groan he looked around the room the best he could.

“Hey, I’m here, don't panic and don't try to move okay. Is the pain back again?” The voice of Steve came from behind him and seemed to be moving closer before it entered his vision.

“Yeah the pain’s back again and this couch isn’t the most comfortable to have been lying on for hours.”

“Okay, let's get you moved into your bedroom, sorry if it smells of cigar smoke and bourbon in there by the way. It was my dads office slash escape from the wife and kid room. Let me just go grab some more hands and we can get you moved okay.” Steve said as he left the room.

He returned a couple of minutes later with Robin, Jonathan and Nancy following him.

“We’re going to get you moved and then I’m going to give you more pain relief after we’ve got you settled. Let's start with getting you sat up shall we?” Nancy suggested.

With Steve taking the shoulders and Jonathan taking Eddie’s legs the two of them slowly and smoothly sat him up.

“Jesus Christ that hurt so fucking much” Eddie said through gritted teeth, tears clear in his eyes. “Can we try the standing now”

The two boys sat either side of him and placed his arms around their necks and their arms gently as they could around his waist.

“On three, let's stand and then take a second.” Jonathan said, looking at Steve and Eddie, receiving nods from them both and then counting to three.

With a lot of whimpering the four of them got Eddie moved and settled onto the bed and comfortable again.

“Here I’ve got some more pain relief for you.” Nancy informed as she entered the bedroom again. “We’ve been able to make you alive again and physically restore any flesh the bats took but you were still dead for over a week. Your body has not moved for almost all of that time. You’re going to be stiff and tired for a few days. Rest up and make sure you don’t push yourself. I believe Robin is on the phone to Wayne now. She’s not telling him you were dead and then alive again, she's just telling him that you’ve been found and are hurt but alive and here.”

“He’s on his way here now” Robin updated them both as she came into the room. “How you feeling now you’re in bed?”

“Exhausted honestly. I’m so grateful to you for calling Wayne though and getting him to come over.” He replied.

Once the morphine kicked in again Eddie fell back asleep.

Waking up again he was aware of someone sitting next to him with their hand on his arm.

“Uncle Wayne?” Eddie rasped.

“Yeah it’s me Ed’s. Need some water? We can help you sit up.” Wayne answered.

It was only then that Eddie noticed someone else was also sitting next to him, but on the other side of the bed.

“Please,” Eddie smiled.

Some puffing and panting later Eddie was sitting up propped up by pillows and being helped to take a drink by Wayne.

The rest of the evening was taken up by catching up with Wayne and the party who all filtered in inturn. Steve not leaving his side for more than 5 minutes at a time.

The following day everyone went home to be back with their families and Eddie spent most of the day sleeping after being assisted to get into the shower and to wash and dry his hair. In the evening he was helped out into the living room. Sitting on the coffee table was Chinese takeout. Sweet and sour chicken, roast pork fried rice and prawn crackers all sat next to other containers.

“You remembered '' Eddie whispered, sounding choked.

“What you wanted as your first meal back? Yeah of course I did. I didn’t think you would be up to it last night but figured you’d be ok with it tonight.” Steve shrugged, hoping his blush was hidden.

The boys sat and ate their take out, chatted and watched a couple episodes of The Golden Girls, naturally laughing and gossiping about their favourite characters all the way through. As the evening wore on and both boys became more and more tired they got closer and closer on the couch.

“We should get you back into bed” Steve suggested at the end of their 5th episode.

“Yeah ok, let's get moving” Eddie sighed.

They got Eddie back into bed much easier than they had the evening before. A couple days of rest and pain relief having worked wonders.

“You have more pain relief on the nightstand as well as a couple of bottles of water and a couple snacks.” Steve pointed to everything in turn. “Right, I'll leave you to it.”

“Stay?” Eddie whispered. “It was really lonely down there on my own.”

“Yeah, sure, if you want me too,” the other boy smiled.

Eddie shuffled out of his trousers and shirt before scooching further down into the bed. He was joined by Steve after he had taken his own trousers and shirt off.

“Good night Ed’s”

“Night Stevie.”

The following morning both men woke up tangled together and feeling much more rested than they had in days. Steve turned slightly so he was laying on Eddie's chest and hoped that the other man was still asleep so that he could enjoy this a little longer. He froze when arms pulled him closer and he realised that the other man was clearly not asleep.

“Morning” Eddie rasped, sleep still in his voice.

“Morning” came the shy reply, Steve still hoping to not break the spell.

“I don’t mind you know”

“That’s good, because I really like it here” Steve said, ever so glad Eddie wouldn’t be able to see how red his cheeks were.

“Get up here and look at me?” Eddie asked.

Reluctantly Steve leaned up and looked at Eddie.

“You really are so beautiful, I’ve always thought so” Eddie mumbled, almost to himself.

“I was so fucking upset when I thought you were gone, can’t believe you’re back” Steve choked out, over come with emotion towards the man in front of him.

“I’m here and I’m yours, if you want me that is”

“Of course I do.” Steve said, moving up Eddie’s body and leaning over him slightly.

“Then kiss me,” Eddie whispered.

Their lips met in the most tender and love filled kiss that Steve had ever felt. This was home. This was forever.

3 Months Later:

“Ed’s come on! We need to get going or we’re going to be late” Steve shouted from the living room as he was getting his shoes on.

“Down in a second, I want to look my best for our first public outing as a couple and our first double date with Robin and J.

“Let’s go then sweetheart” Eddie said, walking down the stairs ready to go 5 minutes later.

“Let’s go. The first of many dates” Steve smiled, pulling his boyfriend into a kiss.

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