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❝ Hello can you do an Athena! Reader Percy Jackson but completely different than Annabeth she is smart yes but seems dumber than she is. She is a bit of the psychologist if the group she like trying to read other emotion something like that. But this time it was Percy who try to understand her and is like a pillar to her. She is a bit insecure about her being less than others of her half brother and sister but he want to reassure her please. ❞ — @hope92100

pairing percy jackson x athena!reader

in which percy’s here regardless of the pain

warnings feelings of insecurity (? idk if this needs a warning but just in case!!)

on the radio . . . i know you (faye webster)

an set during mark of athena!!

As a daughter of Athena, you’ve always been expected to know everything. Whilst others had powers of chlorokinesis or an innate ability to heal, your strength was meant to be your wit. And for the most part, that was true - Athena’s kids have always been the smartest. However, you didn’t feel like you fit in with your half-siblings. No matter what you did, you always felt lesser than them

When you’d first gotten claimed by Athena, you were surprised, but accepted it. You thought maybe the cleverness would kick in now that she recognised you as her daughter, but you stayed the same. Later on, you’d realise that you’ve always had wit, but you were simply absorbing other people’s opinions of you and turning them into your identity. It took you a while to unlearn that habit, but eventually, you did

Your area of expertise has always lied in the feelings of others. Your emotional intelligence is what got you through a lot of life as a demigod, and you had a knack for knowing exactly what a person is going through just by looking at them, always providing comfort and support when needed

Now was one of those times. Your boyfriend, Percy, had been missing for about 6 months, and you were finally about to head off to Camp Jupiter to find him. When you first found out he was gone, you were, of course, devastated. However, you quickly pushed those feelings to the back of your mind once you noticed everyone else. They needed you. So you smiled and you comforted and you told the younger kids of how brave Percy is and how he’ll definitely come back

But to you, it wasn’t enough to just be a shoulder to cry on. When Jason had gotten assigned his first quest, he’d asked Annabeth if she could come along - not you. Despite knowing you’re Percy’s girlfriend, despite knowing that there was a chance of finding him on the quest, he asked Annabeth. You couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Intelligence has always come naturally to your sister and, unlike you, she never doubted herself. She’d rejected his offer, rambling about having her own searches to do, but you saw the pitiful look she cast you

Then, while everyone was preparing to head for San Francisco, you could do nothing but guide them through their emotions and make sure they were all mentally prepared for the voyage. Again, it wasn’t enough. Annabeth was doing research on the Romans with the help of Jason. Leo was building a whole ship. What were you doing? 

Being in Percy’s arms again for the first time in half a year, you never felt more complete. Your boy was back home to you. Deep down, however, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He’d remembered you, out of anyone in his life, you’re the only one who stuck. You didn’t deserve that title, not after you barely did anything to help find him. So, you distanced yourself. Surely, he’d be fine without you

Wrong. Percy noticed. Even though you’d been apart for so long, he’d never not notice any shift in your mood or behaviour. Your very being was etched into his brain. He could point you out in a room full of people without any of his senses. To him, you were akin to the very ocean that ran through his veins. In the end, he’d always gravitate towards you. No matter what. While you pulled away, he tried to tug you towards him

When he’d asked Annabeth if something had happened while he was gone, she’d told him no, and that you were probably just overwhelmed by it all. He tried to accept that, but he just couldn’t. He knew there was more to your situation

That very night, Tyche seemed to be smiling down at him, as he was fortunate enough to finally be able to speak with you alone. You were on the night shift, keeping watch in case any monsters decided to attack. Percy had woken with a start and itched to breathe in the salty air of the sea. When he came above deck, he was surprised to see you, having completely forgotten the schedule everyone agreed on

“Hey Y/N,” he said, startling you as he came over to stand next to you. You’d simply been staring up at the night sky, deep in thought, when your boyfriend showed up

Unable to hold his gaze, you replied, “hi Percy… how are you?” 

He entertained your question, knowing the best way to get you to talk about your feelings is if he created an easy-going environment first. So, Percy told you all about what he’d been up to. His quest with Frank and Hazel, Octavian the teddy bear assassin augur, and the city of New Rome - where he wanted to grow old with you. Next thing you knew, you were laughing as if he were never gone

Once your giggles had died down, Percy asked the question that’d been weighing on his mind, “how are you, sweets? And don’t even try to tell me you’re fine because I know something’s up. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide from Percy any longer. As he held you in his arms, you spilled your deepest insecurities to him. How you felt absolutely useless in the months leading up to your departure from New York, which in turn led you to feel undeserving of his love. With every word, Percy felt the crack in his heart grow deeper and deeper. He never wanted you to feel this way. He wished nothing more than to have been there with you, to have talked your feelings out with you

Pressing a kiss into your hair, he said, “you’re not useless, Y/N. I don’t care what you think, I’m telling you now - you’re not useless. I’d say it for an eternity if that’s how long it’ll take for you to believe it. Do you really think we would’ve gotten this far without you? Honey, if you weren’t part of this quest, I’d still be wandering around Camp Jupiter thinking about when I’d get to see you again.”

You felt tears brim in your eyes and as Percy tenderly wiped them away, you realised he was right. Sure, you hadn’t helped Annabeth learn about the Romans very much, but when she broke down after being hunched over conjugations of different Latin verbs, you’d been there with a blanket and a cup of tea, reminding her that she didn’t need to be perfect and that the people of New Rome probably spoke English anyway. And when Leo was accused of betraying everyone by firing on New Rome, you’d defended him without hesitation, stopping the quest from failing before it even started. You also taught Piper how to properly use her knife instead of just stabbing everywhere and hoping for the best, and had given Leo the idea to take some plates from camp so that food wouldn’t be a worry

Percy stared down at you, and smiled when he noticed your shoulders relax and your eyes begin to droop, a clear sign of the multitude of nights you’d spent restless

There was nothing Hera could possibly do to separate the two of you again

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The ‘Do Not Call’ List.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 15. Prompt: barley conscious.

Fandom: DC/batfam

Summary: After finally escaping your life one night without saying goodbye to your family, you find yourself in jeopardy, which leads to a well anticipated call.

Warnings: Blood, stab wound, near death.

Word count: 2.1k

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You were bleeding. Heavily.

The weapon was still lodged within your chest. 6 inches deep it sat, dislodging your ribs which you were sure were shattered, and tickling away at your lung. You hadn’t seen it coming, hidden behind the back of the man you had been tracking. It was too late by the time you had realised he had it; he got you good before sprinting away.

You had tried to get out of this life, leaving those you loved behind. You couldn’t deal with constantly living a lie. So you left. Packed your bags one night, upped and left. They had tried relentlessly to get ahold of you; Missed calls, unanswered texts and even trying to track you on the street cameras, but you knew how to cover your tracks. Being trained as a vigilante does that to a person. You changed your hair and your name, changed your clothes and your hobbies until even you began to not recognise yourself. It hurt to heave your family that way, but you thought it was the only solution. You had seen the texts flooding in. At first, they were concerned, then they turned to anger and morphed into pain and fear once again.

As you staggered backwards, gripping onto your chest, you knew that you shouldn’t have followed him. You knew that you shouldn’t have, that you should have just turned and ran the other way like any normal person should have, but you couldn’t. You missed them. You missed Tim’s meek smile and Damian’s sarcastic remarks, Jason’s wit and Dick’s comfort. You missed collapsing in the study after a long patrol to curl up and watch a movie. Doing this would have brought you one painstaking step closer to them again. So, it was one more criminal.

The blood pooled around you as you cried out, sinking to the floor; a dark river of scarlet oozing from between your fingers. Coughing harshly you tried to apply as much pressure to the wound as your weakening body would let you. The fit only jostled the wound more, eliciting a cry of pain which caused you to fist your shirt.

That was when you suddenly remembered the phone in your jean pocket. You knew that you should call for help, but when you agonisingly slipped it out of your pocket, the number your bloodstained fingers dialled wasn’t the typical number someone would call if they had a fatal stab wound.

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Tim froze when he saw the name flash on the screen; a name that he knew at one glance. Your name. He hadn’t stopped searching for you since you left them high and dry, albeit there was no sign of you. You had vanished without a trace. His late nights turned even later as he scoured the internet and hacked into the cameras trying desperately to catch a glimpse of your face. He was often accompanied by Jason, who spent his time calling your number or leaving you strands of unopened texts. He hadn’t taken it so well. His nights were full of relentless torment in the form of unsaid thoughts of you. So, when he strolled in groggily to take his usual seat beside his brother but saw your name on the screen, his glass shattered on the floor.

“Is this real?” He asked, ignoring the glass and crossing the room in two strides to reach the computer. Some part of him believed that this was some sick joke, but then the ringing stopped. And started up again moments later.

“Answer it.” Jason told him, fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

When Tim pressed the answer button, they were hit with the sound of ragged breathing.

“Y/N?” He furrowed his brow, unable to hide the worry laid thick in his voice. A million thoughts raced through your mind at once.

There was silence on the other end of the line, before your voice pierced through the emptiness. “Jason?”

“Y/N? Where are you? What’s going on?”

“I…”

You were cut off by a coughing fit which caused blood to spill from the corner of your mouth. Both of the boy’s eyes widened at your wine of pain.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“What?” Jason was frantic now, moving around the cave to gather his weapons. “What’s going on?”

Your breath shook as you struggled against the pain. “I didn’t see it in time…”

“See what?”

“I’m sorry I left.” You dismissed his question to continue your ramble. You had to get the words out. You had to tell them. “I had to get out…I had to-”

Tim repeated his brother’s question, but once again it didn’t register in your mind.

“I didn’t want to leave. But it was the only way and I miss you. I miss you all and I need you to know that I love you all so, so much-”

“Y/N!” Jason cut off your rambling and you went quiet on the other end of the line. “What didn’t you see?”

“The knife.”

Jason’s blood ran cold. Suddenly your state made sense. The ragged breathing and the cries of discomfort. “Tim. get a tracking signal.”

“On it.” His fingers were already trailing the keys, working away to find your location.”

“Where are you?” Jason was tugging on his mask.

There was no reply. Just pained wheezing. Then the line went dead.

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During your time as a vigilante, you had often thought long and hard about how you would die. And you supposed this wasn’t far from it. You had always imagined you would go down in a fight. Shot down in action while saving the city, or whilst sacrificing yourself to save one of the boys. In a way, this wasn’t too dissimilar. You did go down trying for the greater good. Trying. But you hadn’t imagined that you would be alone. You supposed it was better for everyone this way. The one thing you definitely hadn’t accounted for was the cold. It dug down deep into your bones, stabbing away like a thousand tiny needles. It made an odd contrast to the burning of your chest. Though slowly, you started to feel nothing at all as you began to drift into a numb haze.

Gazing up at the sky, spots danced between your vision, blending in with the stars that twinkled above you. Smiling, you watched them dance around until one feeling began to blend into the other, until there was no feeling left but the darkness of the sky above you.

At first, you didn’t realise that there was a face besides you, until you were brought back to reality by the stabbing pain radiating through your gut. You screamed, writhing as the knife was eased from your chest. For some reason, he wasn’t wearing his mask, but from the way that his hair was jostled, you could tell that it had not long been torn from his face. You could see the outline of his face in the light.

“Jay.” You whispered.

You could see his lips moving, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. He looked panicked, speaking to someone that you weren’t able to see. You squirmed, trying to see who was near you, only to be held down by Jason.

Pressure to the gaping wound made you cry out. Then Jason’s lips were moving faster, and everything seemed to hit you all at once. Jason was calling your name, tapping your face gently. You could hear the murmur of Tim who talked to himself as he worked.

Your head rolled on a loose neck as Jason tilted it towards him.

“Stay with me, y/n. Please.”

Everything hurt, and your mind throbbed with your fast heart rate. It was hard to focus on anything with your doubling vision making everything swim around you.

You whined as you were shifted on to your side so that the younger of the two could begin to secure the bandages around you. You tried to focus on Jay, who had rested your head in his lap and was combing your hair through his hands, but you couldn’t. It was just too hard.

Your body began to slow down. Your eyes dropped and head lolled in his lap.

“No. No no no.” Jason was pinching you now trying to get a reaction from you, but your eyes only fluttered as you struggled to keep a grip on consciousness. “You have to stay awake.” He pleaded.

“Hurts…” you forced out, face contorting in pain as Tim continued to work and apply pressure to the laceration.

“We know. We know we’re sorry.”

“I’m nearly done. You’re doing so well.”

It felt like you were trapped in a never ending, agony filled cycle by the time that Tim finally finished bandaging you up and rolled you back into your side.

By this point, your eyes were spotting and your mind was swimming. You couldn’t even comprehend the pain. Your eyes fluttered, barely open a crack as you felt your mind wander, soon the faces around you blurred into the rest of the world and for one moment it was just you, consumed by the pain. And it wasn’t long after that until there was nothing. Just darkness.

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Jason with 24. "Trust me, she's not all sunshine and rainbows".

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"Trust me, she's not all sunshine and rainbows"

Every step closer your ex made, you took a smaller step back. Jason was about to intervene when the ex yelled out a string of insults, 'whore, pathetic, slut', but he seemed so impressed when you grabbed him by the nose, telling him that he shouldn't have said that.

You met Jason somewhere in town in the midst of you breaking up with your ex-boyfriend. When Jason first witnessed it, said ex was yelling at you, and you seemed to be cowering at his harsh words.

He was even more impressed when you kicked your ex in the balls. He was then kneeling on the ground, clutching at his groin in hopes to ease the pain.

When you started to walk away, Jason noticed how down in the dumps you looked. What kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't help bring up your mood.

"Hi, I'm Jason. That was a pretty sick performance to watch," is how he introduced himself as he ran up to you.

Slowly, the two of you started to form a close bond of friendship. And even slower, romantic emotions started to blossom between the two of you.

With Jason's grouchy, sensitive, and tough persona, you perfectly matched with your contrasting personality, being all bubbly and supporting, and in Jason's eyes, incredibly angelic.

Jason believed you deserved so much better than him, especially when he revealed his secret occupation. He believed that with his short temper and aggressive morals, you would lose your love for him in the blink of an eye.

But you didn't. When he told you that he was Robin and a member of the Titans, he saw that little shimmer in your eyes whenever you thought something appealed to your interest. You told him you couldn't believe you were dating a badass hero.

Now that Jason told you his identityz he wanted to teach you proper self-defense. He knows you can take care of yourself, but he's just so paranoid. He wanted to make sure you were 100% safe while he's out patrolling. And you admired his worry for your safety.

But when the two of you were in your apartment, training, he motioned a slow punch towards you, just to demonstrate the action, you pivoted to avoid the fake punch, grabbed his arm and tackled him, pinning him to the ground.

He stared up at you in disbelief, catching him off guard.

"I win," you cheekily said. Jason sighed, sitting up, giving you a soft kiss to you forhead.

"That's my girl, you win," he said, playing along with your little game.

A little later on, you thought that since Jason revealed his secret, you can too.

You sat him down and told him that you weren't part of some major superhero team or got some professional training. You just picked up self-defense as a hobby. But alongside that.. you were good with knives. You had great aim, great control.

And then you showed him your collection. You have sai daggers, butterfly knives, pen blades and more.

Jason couldn't believe it. His seemingly sweet, innocent girlfriend owned a knife collection. But this didn't scare him. He was beyond ecstatic. You allowed him that if he needs them any time, he can use your knives in combat.

So, Jason taught you more of his combat skills, teaching you how to fight, even while blindfolded, in exchange for you to allow him to use your collection.

While you were watching the news (just wanting to see your boyfriend in action), you had a thought. Jason always talked about his missions and his time with the other Titans. You really wanted to meet them.

"Can I meet your friends, Jay?" You sweetly asked him when he came back from a mission. He looked at you with discomfort. He knows that the other members don't really think highly of him, and he doesn't want them to give you any bad words about him to you. But you assure him that nothing they say os ever going to make you stop loving him, and you give him a sweet kiss to seal the deal.

When you arrived at Titans Tower, it was obvious you were excited to meet everyone. Dawn and Kory already had a liking to your sweet personality, and Rachel believed that Jason probably paid you or something to date him.

You complimented Gar's wild hair, and he smiled, thank you, and feeling giddy about making a new friend.

Jason gave you a tour around Titans Tower, and you thought it was amazing. He left you in his room to look around, and it was easy enough to say that you were mesmerised.

Jason left you there, going into the kitchen to grab a drink.

"So, that's your girlfriend, huh?" Hanks chimes in, walking in with Dick.

"What of it?" Jason bites back.

"He didn't mean anything by that," Dick says. "She's just very... opposite to you. And that's not in a bad way. She brings out the best in you, Jason," he explains.

"She's real happy," Hank says, popping open a beer bottle, taking a swig.

Jason shakes his head, looking down, smiling from just thinking about you. "She is, but," he pauses, thinking about how to explain your alter ego, "Trust me, she's not all sunshine and rainbows," he says, walking away with his brew, leaving Hank and Dick in a confused state.

"Wanna check out the training room?" Jason asks you, leaning on the door frame, smiling at you as you were seated on his motorcycle that was in his room.

You vigorously nodded your head, excited to see anything that had a blade in there.

You gasped when you entered. "You guys have katanas!?" You exclaim, and Jason's heart melts at how cute you are.

"Of course. If you want, I can grab one for you," he offers. You grab his cheeks and pull him close.

"I can marry you right now," you say, almost dead serious.

Jason's face heats up, imagining what his future would be like with you. He couldn't deny the fact that he'd picture you as his wife, in a house that belonged to the two of you... maybe a kid or two running around, too.

"Can we spar?" You ask.

"Sure, c'mon, feisty," he says, grabbing the wooden swords from the rack. You admired how good the quality was.

Rachel and Gar came in, planning on sparring.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your date night," Gar jokes as Rachel elbowed him in the side.

"We'll be quick," Jason mutters.

Dick was supposed to observe Gar and Rachel sparring, and Hank was tagging along, and they were both surprised to see you in a stance with a sword.

"Woah, careful with that. It's wood, but it hurts more than you-" Hank was quickly cut off by Jason.

"She knows, dingus," he snips. Hank just rolls his eyes, taking a spot beside Dick, who was intrigued by what was about to happen.

"Ready?" Jason asks you as you nod.

As you started fighting, all for Titans were surprised to see how well you can manoeuvre your stances and how well you avoid Jason's strikes. And especially how well you know how to use a sword.

But it doesn't last long as Jason bends down to avoid your attack, kicking you off your balance, having you topple to the ground. He disarms your sword and finally pins you down.

To others, it seemed that Jason's final move could've hurt, especially to a normal citizen, and also based on how brutal Jason's way of combat can be.

But you weren't hurt. Jason always makes sure you're never hurt. He let's go as you sit up, your eyes displaying that same sparkle of admiration.

"You're so skilled, Jay!" You cheered, giving your boyfriend a rewarded peck on the nose as Jason smiles.

The two of you hear someone clear their throat, breaking you from your love induced trance. You turn your heads to see Dick, Hank, Rachel and Gar, all with their arms crossed, judging your affection-filled situation.

You two awkwardly stood up and you rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment.

"Uhm.. Thanks for letting me use this room. Oh, and I really like your katanas and odachis, I would love one for my knife collection," you blurt out, quickly walking out with a beet-red face.

Wait, what? Collection of what? The four thought they heard wrong and couldn't believe someone like you would have something as bizarre as a knife collection.

Jason sighs and puts the two wooden swords back, wanting to follow you.

"Not all sunshine and rainbows, huh?" Dick lowly says to Jason as he puts away the swords.

Jason chuckles to himself, thinking just how lucky he is to have met someone like you. "Yeah," he mutters.

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I just found your blog and I love it SO MUCH! And I was wondering if I could PLEASE request Bale?? Bruce wayne and Jason Todd Dating Rich reader hcs??

Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd x Rich!Reader Headcanons

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Bruce Wayne

Bruce would probably find it easier to be with someone who grew up in a similar way he did, except from the trauma he faced. He doesn’t mind how much money you have because he’s going to want to spoil you regardless and doesn't see your financial status as a cause for concern unless he suspects any shady business.

If the two of you have a pretty similar lifestyle in terms of finances then he isn't going to need to introduce you to new things life galas or the way he handles business during the day. It may also help you be more understanding of the minimal time he has to spend with you privately due to already having witnessed the amount of time and effort it takes for someone in Bruce's position to keep things running smoothly in their businesses but also while ensuring their own privacy.

Being from a wealthy and well known family, there is definitely going to be a lot of publicity surrounding the two of you so being followed by reporters and anyone working for any tabloid newspapers and magazines will be expected when you're spotted in public. Bruce would greatly appreciate it if you kept things private, if you went and told them a lot about him or actively looked for the publicity then Bruce wouldn't keep the relationship going for any trouble and leaked privacy that might come from it.

Bruce prefers the meaningless but highly meaningful moments he has with you, such as quiet dinners together or getting ready for bed (more like the early hours of the morning once he comes back and is able to rest for a short while). He doesn't find any genuine joy from doing anything flashy or going out of his way to do things that are "impressive" if you aren't going to enjoy the simple and quite tired side of him. Anything he does that is flashy is essentially just for show and to keep up the persona he's built.

Regardless of this, Bruce is still going to spoil you quite a bit, but he would just do it in more subtle ways, or if he does doe something extravagant he would prefer to keep himself humble and quiet (leaving his big public shows just for any publicity he finds to be necessary or expected of him). You'll usually find he'll refuse you from giving any presents back and may even sneak things into your collection of clothes or jewellery rather than presenting to you outright if you start getting sick of his constant apology presents (apologies for being busy and missing dates, or having to cancel plans last minute).

Jason Todd

Jason might be slightly put off at first when he finds out that you're rich. He doesn't want to be responsible for getting someone who may have been sheltered for a lot of your life into danger (if that were the case) and he also hasn't had many good experiences with other people outside of the family who are accustomed to having a lot of money. As long as you're humble about your wealth and don't make it the focus of your life and personality then he should get along fine with it.

In no way would Jason want to become public, or at least known for dating someone who comes from a well known family; he values his privacy more than enough to keep himself distanced from Bruce in public already, he doesn't need things to backfire by being photographed with you. If the two of you are going to date, then he's going to keep it incredibly private and keep things quiet until he's literally unable to continue doing so.

Jason will actively avoid all tabloids and reporters like they were the plague, and in no way can you convince him to behave any differently. No matter how happy he is with you in private, other than the people who know you both extremely well there will be no record of him being near you at all. Not only for privacy reasons, but to also keep his tracks covered and to keep you out of danger in the long run.

He will be more than happy to take you out on dates in places he has fully control over though, and will make sure neither of you are bothered in these places giving you both complete privacy. He just needs to be in control of the situation, if he's able to ensure things go to plan and aren't interrupted by anyone trying to find out who you're with or taking photos of him when they aren't supposed to then all will go smoothly.

Just because Jason doesn't like showing off with money doesn't mean he won't spoil you. He'll literally go out of his way to get you anything you ever want, even if you're left confused where he gets the money from (because it's definitely not happily from Bruce) but he won't let you get concerned about any of that. He'll essentially ensure you keep living the rich life you're used to as he continues to live on cheap take out and hiding his night life from you for as long as possible. He can clearly afford it though, just look at all the gear he constantly has.

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pearl: march 1986

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 3.4k summary: hushed confessions midst the end of the world.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, violence / blood / description of injuries (events from s4), mentions of death / losing a loved one, adult language, use of pet names, emotional hurt / no comfort - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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March 21, 1986

Everyone that’s ever met Eddie Munson, knows he’s not one for rational and thought out decisions. 

As a matter of fact, even people that have never made an effort to get to know him also always just assume he acts on impulse. They’re all correct. He does tend to act on gut instinct. Based on his feelings rather than sound logic. He’s not one for overthinking and over analysing every single scenario. He acts purely by following his heart.

However, as Eddie stared into Chrissy Cunningham’s snow-like empty eyes, he deeply regretted not being a person who took a second before making a choice.

“Wake up, Chrissy.”

His own voice sounds panicked and honestly, how can it not be. She was pale and cold to the touch. This was beyond fucking weird, like some creepy horror shit and Eddie wanted no part of it.

“Chrissy, wake up!” He’s pleading, shaky hands tapping her shoulders nervously, “I don’t like this, Chrissy! Wake up!”

He finds himself still praying for this to be some sort of stupid prank, hoping that Jason Carver will jump out at any given moment with a video camera and a stupid grin plastered across his idiotic face, yelling: “We got you, freak!”. 

Unfortunately, as the lights flicker out of control and the longer Eddie shakes the blonde's seemingly unconscious frame, the more he thinks this is definitely not a high-school prank ‘cause those idiots aren’t smart enough to pull off something as elaborate as this.

“Chrissy, wake up now! Chrissy—”

Then the phone rings, startling him even more. He glances at the device mounted on the wall and his eyes gloss over with tears. He knows who’s calling. But he can’t answer, can he? You’d instantly sense something is off and he can’t risk you coming here out of worry and also being witness to… to whatever the fuck was happening right now. Plus, would you even believe him if he told you in the first place?

Hastily running a hand down his face, feeling nothing but extreme fright, Eddie approaches the phone and after quickly looking back at Chrissy, he places the handset to his ear.

“H-he- llo-”

The line distorts your voice. He can barely make out your greeting and the question that follows. Not like it matters anyway. Not like anything matters ‘cause Chrissy’s body lifts itself off the ground and is now floating mid-air in his small living room.

“What the f—”

“E-ed-die? A-re y-you oka—”

Chrissy’s unconscious frame flings itself against the ceiling with a thud and the metalhead drops the handset, chord dangling against the wall as his own body falls helplessly to the ground. 

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie yells as he tries to push himself backwards, deeper into the trailer

Every inch of him is terrified. He’s screaming now and he’s sure you can hear him on the other line. Then his gut instinct kicks in. The one he blamed for getting him into this mess in the first place is now urging him to get up and run. If not for his sake, than for the person he loved most in this world.

You’re no doubt going to either come here or call for help, or both, and when Chief Powell comes with his goon squad, they’re going to think Eddie’s responsible for this horrific scene. They’d lock him up, no questions asked. 

And Eddie couldn’t have you thinking you killed this poor girl. He needed that chance to explain himself. Surely you’ll forgive him for running. Surely you’ll understand.

March 22, 1986 

“I swear, I don’t even know her name,” Mr. Munson tells the police, “I never seen her ‘fore.” He exhales a long and no doubt exhausted breath, then briefly glances at you. “I got the call shortly after you guys did, I assume. Eddie’s friend here, well, she uh… she found the girl.”

“I think it’s— Her name is Chrissy,” you blurt out quietly, “Chrissy Cunningham.”

Chief Powell straightens his posture. His gaze narrows, only for his expression to soften a split second later. You assume it’s because you look terrible. Eyes puffy, makeup smudged from a mix of tears and stress, and your bottom lip won’t stop trembling.

“And how did Eddie know,” he pauses and lowers his voice, “Miss Cunningham?”

You shrug. “They go to the same school so I assume that’s where they met.”

Chief Powell nods, motions for Officer Callahan to come over, whispers something in the young police officer's ear, and without saying anything else to you, he walks away.

“Do you know where he went?” Officer Callahan asks.

“Eddie? No, I don’t.” You answer honestly, crossing your arms across your chest. “I-I heard him scream over the phone and when I asked what was going on and… h-he wouldn’t respond to me, I-I got here as fast as I could. Then I contacted the station and then Mr. Munson.”

“Eddie rang you?” Officer Callahan enquiries.

“I called him.”

“And did you know the young lady was with him?”

“No, I thought he was alone,” you say and glance at Wayne, who’s gone over to talk to another officer. He shoots you a timid smile, the best he can probably muster at this time, and proceeds to search the pockets of his pants for his packet of smokes.

You sigh. “Look, I know you’re probably thinking Eddie did this, but I can assure you, he did not.”

Officer Callahan raises a brow, as if to urge you to go on. So you do. 

“When I called Eddie… Sir, I heard him scream. He sounded fucking terrified. Why would he be so scared if he’s the one that did this?” You pause, “I-I think there was someone else at the trailer last night and—”

“Thank you, Miss.” Officer Callahan interrupts and leans in a little closer towards you, “Since you heard some of what happened here last night, we’ll get someone from the squad to escort you home.”

“You think I’m in danger?” You practically scoff, “Eddie didn’t do this. He shouldn’t be chased down like some sort of criminal. He’s a victim here too!”

That turns a few heads, Chief Powell and Wayne included. You curse under your breath yet even though you can feel yourself getting really frustrated, all you can think about is Eddie. What he witnessed last night, the scene you came across when you arrived at the trailer, you’re convinced something’s happening in the Upside Down again. This whole circus is a total waste of time. Eddie’s not safe.

Chief Powell is now back in front of you. His hands are on his hips, trying to assert dominance, and a frown is spread across his features. “Look, kid, I liked your dad. He was a good man and what happened to him, well it’s no doubt caused you a lot of pain.”

You’re chewing on the inside of your cheek, fighting back the tears, as Chief Powell continues. “Please let one of my officers take you home, okay? Your mom is probably worried sick since gossip in this town spreads like wildfire,” he tries to lighten the mood but fails, “And I’ll make you a deal, okay? If you stay home with your mom, I’ll make sure when we find young Mr. Munson, we won’t treat him harshly.”

One of his hands is now on your shoulder, squeezing it in an act of reassurance.

“You’ll call me too,” you add.

Chief Powell nods. “You’ll be the first person I call. Deal?”

Growing up with a dad on the force exposed you to a lot of things kids normally don’t encounter until much later in life, if ever. Your dad taught you a lot. One of the things being: people aren’t always honest when their reputation is on the line. Chief Powell didn’t really care about what happened to Eddie, not even for your sake, which meant you had to do everything in you power to find the metalhead first.

“Deal,” you lie through your teeth, faking a kind smile. 

However, you couldn’t do that alone.

-

“Dustin, please tell me you have something.”

Headset pressed to your ear, cord wrapped around your wrist. You’re bouncing impatiently and every so often, nervously peeping around the corner into the living room where your mom sat with Wayne.

They didn’t seem to hear you or your scheming, too lost in a conversation you really couldn’t follow right now. You had other pressing matters on your mind — finding your… your Eddie.

“If you stopped asking me every five seconds, perhaps I’d have more information to give you,” Dustin jeers. His tone is not meant to be harmful and you don’t take it that way. You’re just glad they all agreed to help. “Here, can one of you calm her down? I need to think.”

You assume he passes the phone to either Robin or Steve, and you’re proven right when the next thing you hear is, “Hey, how are you doing?”, in the smooth tone of Mr. Best Hair in Hawkins himself.

“How do you think?” You snap, quickly following your mini outburst with, “Sorry, this is just…”

“A lot?” Steve finishes your sentence and although he can’t see you, you nod against the headset.

“Well, our best people are on it. We’ll find him.” Steve tries to reassure.

“I hope so,” you breathe, once again glancing in the direction of Wayne and your mom. “This whole situation is just so fucked up and like really scary. I thought El closed the portal. I thought last July was the end of these encounters with the Upside Down.”

“We all did,” Steve mumbles on the other line, “But you can’t think ahead right now, okay? First thing is to find Eddie before anyone else does.”

As always, Harrington was right. “I know. I just wish I could be helping you guys, but instead I’m stuck here with a fucking police unit outside my home.”

Steve exhales into the headset. He’s about to say something when all of a sudden there’s a little commotion followed by some seemingly excited mumbling. You’re about to ask what’s going on when you hear my own being called over and over again on the other line.

“Tell me you still have your walkie?” Dustin is back on the line, “You know the one from last year’s Starcourt Mall events? Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

“I-I do, yeah. It’s somewhere in my wardrobe.”

“Go, go get it right now and make sure it still works,” Dustin instructs eagerly, “We have a good lead as to where Eddie is hiding out. We’ll contact you when we’re with him.”

You have questions that you don’t get to ask ‘cause a mere split second later, all you hear is the dial tone. 

Your mind is spinning, heart racing. They found him. A small victory — although why didn’t it feel like one?

March 23, 1986

“So, I guess they told you everything, huh?” You ponder into the walkie, pulling the bedspread up to your chin.

The room feels dark and cold. You suppose, given the situation, it almost is. Your blinds are shut tight and you have the light switched off, so that any lurkers couldn’t suspect you’re sitting here — and since yesterday afternoon, that number has unfortunately increased significantly. 

As soon as Jason’s goon squad found out about the situation, he sent a couple of his trusted “men” to keep an eye on you and your house. The police officers assigned to “protect” me, rotated in shifts, and dare you say have gotten a little too comfortable, knocking on your door to use the bathroom or smooth-talk your mom into making them coffee. Word also spread through town about Eddie being a devil worshipper and as his “girlfriend”, you simply had to be lying about his whereabouts. Honestly, all the crowd across the road is missing are pitchforks.

Idiots. As if you’d be stupid enough to lead any of them to Eddie. 

“Yeah,” Eddie exhales into the walkie, “They did.”

You swallow. “I-I suppose you’re wondering why I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“No,” he’s quick to respond, “Not really. I mean, you did what you had to, princess. What you thought was right and I can’t be mad at that. But it does explain a lot. Like—”

“My nightmares,” you chime and Eddie chuckles lightly before agreeing. “Yeah, like your nightmares.”

There’s a moment of congenial silence. 

You want nothing more than to be by his side and have him hold you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. Fuck. Tears form in the corners of your eyes at the thought. Not only was that not possible right now, neither of you knew when you’d actually see each other again. The topic loomed over your heads, yet you didn’t dare to utter the words aloud ‘cause things were so good recently, and now… Well, avoidance worked for you in the past, (for a while anyway).

“I’m sorry, Eds.”

“Don’t be, sweetheart.”

“Well, maybe if I told you sooner, we wouldn’t be in this mess right now. Maybe if you knew what we all knew, you could have come here instead of hiding out all alone. So yeah, I’m sorry. I’m always going to be sorry.”

Eddie sighs into the walkie. “Timing just never seems to be on our side, huh.”

When you don’t respond, because it hurts your heart, you half expect him to cut the conversation short, say he’s tired or whatever and wish you a goodnight. And you wouldn’t blame him either. You’ve all had a tough couple of days, but his must have been the most exhausting. 

The metalhead seems to have other plans. 

“Cry baby. Cry baby. Cry baby. Honey, welcome back home.”

You can’t help but crack a smile as Eddie starts singing softly. His voice, although a little distorted, is as angelic as ever and you let your eyes close, resting your head on the headboard — you’re not entirely sure at which point you drift off to sleep but you do, imagining the metalhead is next to you.

“I know she told you. 

Hon', I know she told you that she loved you

Much more than I did

But I know that she left you

And you swear that you just don't know why

But you know, hon', I'll always

I'll always be around

If you ever want me”

March 27, 1986

The last few days have been a complete and utter blur, not to mention a horrifying mess. 

You manage to sneak out of your over-guarded home, although your reunion with Eddie isn’t as happy as you both would’ve liked it to be ‘cause suddenly, you find yourselves in the Upside Down fighting for your lives.

Eddie helps Dustin up the makeshift rope before turning to you. The second his chocolate-like gaze locks with yours, a shiver runs down your spine. You can’t exactly tell what he’s thinking, but he’s serving an apologetic expression with a broken smile.

So you do what feels right in the moment and throw your arms around his neck, causing him to stumble backwards a little. He doesn’t hesitate to hug you back. If anything, his grip is a lot stronger than normal and you’re feeling even more concerned than seconds ago.

“Come on!” Dustin yells, “We don’t have time for this!”

The rest of the teens' words fizzle out into the background. All you’re focused on is the faint sound of Eddie’s heartbeat and his hushed breathing into the crook of your neck. Tears begin to swell in your eyes, but before you get to ask why this feels like a goodbye when you’ve just reunited, he places a kiss on your cheek and lets his arms fall.

“Go on, princess.”

You glance at the rope he’s now holding before looking back at him.

“Eddie—”

“Go on. I’m right behind you,” Eddie reassures and you don’t try to protest anymore because you trust him. Instead, you reach for the rope and begin to climb up, aware of his hands hovering over your lower back, ready to push or hold you up if needed. 

You fall through and immediately stand to allow space for Eddie, however, the metalhead doesn’t follow. Dustin is yelling, urging Eddie on whose sole attention is on you. You realise then what he’s been planning and your throat dries to the point where it feels like sandpaper.

“Eddie,” you call out, voice breaking, “You said you were right behind. I-I am begging you, please, please, come here.”

He offers you a smile. One that causes your heart to falter. You know what he’s doing. You know now exactly what he’s thinking. Most importantly, you know what he’s going to say next and you don’t want to hear it. Not here.

“Please, Eddie.” you beg him, eyes watering, “Not like this.”

“I love you, princess.”

And before the admission can even settle in the air, before you get a chance to say that you love him too, desperately and with your whole heart, you’re forced to watch him rush off as Dustin hollers his name.

The room comes to a standstill. For a couple of seconds, you’re unable to move. Your body feels heavy as you’re staring blankly ahead at the spot Eddie’s just vanished from. He loves me, you think, bottom lip quivering. He loves me. 

Inhale, exhale. You snap back to reality. The tears that have been forming in your eyes stop before they breach completely.

Dustin is pacing. He stops when you call his name: once, twice, three times. The two of you exchange a knowing glance. Neither of you speak. There’s no time. The young teen helps you without question. He's on the floor in seconds, ready to hoist you up.

It takes a few attempts, mostly because your whole body is shaking, but you manage to go through the portal once again.

“Don’t wait for me,” Dustin urges in a panicked tone. “Find him.”

All you do is nod.

Eddie’s not hard to find. His agonising screams give his location away pretty quickly. And you’re terrified as you run in his direction. Terrified of what he’s gotten himself into and terrified if he was gonna make it out alive.

He’s coughing up blood when you reach him. You immediately fall to your knees next to him and scan his extensive wounds, hands shaking. The scene in front of you is grisly. Your mind is racing, trying to come up with a way to help him — help get him out of here safely and to a hospital as soon as possible. 

Ultimately you feel helpless ‘cause you’re not sure how to do that.

Eddie coughs again. His hand reaches for yours and he squeezes, bringing you back to Earth.

“Look at me,” he murmurs and you oblige without hesitation. “I-I’m okay, so get out of here.”

You shake my head rather ferociously. “I-I’m not leaving you.” You finally allow yourself to start crying, readjusting your position so that his head is now resting in your lap. “I shouldn’t have let you do this in the first place. Why did you do this, Eddie?”

“It’s done now.” Eddie does his best to offer you a smile. “I-I didn’t run. I fought back.”

The tears that are trailing down your cheeks are burning into your skin. You smile back, a broken smile with nothing but pain behind it, then brush some of his loose curls away from his face. You proceed to cup his cheek and Eddie leans into your touch. It’s a moment that feels safe — despite the fact that your intertwined fingers are resting on his chest and you can feel the blood seep through. 

He squeezes your hand again. “I-I meant what I said—”

“Not like this,” you interrupt in a whimper, “Ehm… Uhm… Dustin will be here soon a-and we’re gonna get you out of here together. You’re gonna be okay. Then you can tell me again, okay? Not like this, Eddie.”

But he just shakes his head. “Yes, yes like this. I-I love you.”

“Eddie—”

“P-please, sweetheart. Please. I love you…” 

Eddie’s voice fades into the darkness that’s surrounding the two of you and his eyes drift close.

You say his name.

When you gauge no reaction, you say it again, and again, and again.

Then you scream.

First in agony, then you scream his name. You beg him to open his eyes, but he’s unresponsive. Bloody hand in yours, he’s drifting somewhere between life and death and you continue to cry.

That’s how Dustin finds you. Eddie, dying in your arms.

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& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys , @kurdtbean

[menacing-menace-rat]

Heya! Just saw your post so I hope you don't mind my fluff related somewhat crossover of Batman and Moon Knight:

In this random AU, Bruce Wayne witnessing the death of his parents was such a traumatic moment that it would spiral to give him DID (his extra personalities being Steven Grant and Jake Lockley from Moon Knight).

Now in present time, each character of the batfamily (of your choice) while doing something together (maybe training perhaps) can't help but each remember fondly about the first time meeting Bruce and eventually finding out and meeting his other personalities as well and how much it was quite a surprise. They even each tell their most fondest memories with Bruce, Steven or Jake, by the end, they don't realize that Bruce Wayne has came back, smiling with Steven Grant and Jake Lockley also feeling happy.

Hope that's okay, thanks and have a great day

Hey! Okay I think I understand the request but in case I don't, feel free to ask again. I have never done cross over stuff before but I love both batman and moonknight so I'm excited to try. They really feel like they fit together so well. I can totally imagine the wild interactions between these men. Anyway without further or do here you go! 😄

        The kids were used to Bruce's changes. Most of them thought of Steven as a second dad. Jake only came out when needed but having a family seemed to mello him out almost like he felt safe with them.

        It had been a rough night for everyone. Gotham just seemed to be falling deeper into the hands of crime lords and maniacs. Dick, Jason, and Tim made their way to the kitchen for a snack before bed. 

        “Any of you catch Jake and Bruce arguing again?” Tim asked as Dick grabbed them all some cereal. 

        “Nah I got real good at tuning out their bickering. Don't take them so seriously. They will work it out.” Jason says as he shoves a whole huge spoonful cereal into his mouth. 

         “Do you guys remember a few Christmases ago when Steven and Alfred worked all morning to set up the living room for a Christmas card photo and Damien puked all over the rug?” Dick said as he finally made himself a bowl. He smiled as he remembered the look on everyone's face. There they all were dressed in their finest and poor Damien just couldn't keep it down. 

          “All I remember was the smell. I told him not to eat the ancient candy canes in the decoration box.” Tim said with a chuckle. “I thought you were going to bring up when Jake bought that bike and tried to park it in the greenhouse. I thought Bruce was going to throw that thing in the pool for a second.” Tim added. 

         “Oh my God I forgot about that!” Jason interjected as he choked down another large spoonful. “That bike was great. I think that was the first bike I ever rode. Jake can be a pain but he taught me everything I know about bikes. I hope Bruce wasn't jumping down his throat too much tonight. The guy really has a knack for taking the fun out of vigilante work.” 

         Everyone knew Jason and Jake were close. When Jason first came back from the dead Jake was the only person he'd let near him. They just understood each other. Jake was the father Jason thought he needed. 

         “Jake's alright but Steven will let me talk his ear off all day if Bruce isn't busy. I even got him into RPGs and he helped me rebuild my computer.” Tim commented finishing his bowl of cereal first.

       The boys continued talking about their shared experiences with Bruce, Steven, and Jake. It's an unconventional set up for a family but they all manage to make it work together.

       At some point Bruce realized they hadn't gotten around for bed yet so he looked in the one place he knew he'd find three teen boys, the kitchen. Sure enough they were there all sat on stools, cereal long finished. They were boisterously recounting their favorite moments with their surrogate fathers. If Steven had been in control a tear might have come to Bruce's eye.

       The sun started to rise and eventually they all went to bed. Bruce couldn't help but sleep a little sounder knowing Steven and Jake were loved by his adopted sons. He couldn't ask for a better family.

        It got a little sappy near the end but I hope you enjoyed. It was a really fun AU to write. The idea is super creative and sweet. I hope I did it justice. 💕

[starry-eyed-steve]

Max taking the risk in season 2 is the reason she survived so long, and it will (hopefully) be the reason she gets saved in season 5.

I love the angsty lumax scenes comparisons/parallels like every other person, but it's not true that Max getting involved led to her being in a coma in s4. I think people want an angsty Lucas arc for the last season where he blames himself for everything, but I need someone to reassure him it's not because he got Max involved in s2. I believe his guilt will mostly stem from him not being able to stop Jason in time, letting Max go through with the half-baked plan and, in general, letting Max isolate in the months leading up to Vecna. (Which is already enough. Someone needs to give him a hug in s5)

Max being part of the group by accepting the risk, actually saved her life in multiple ways.

In s3, the chance of her dying due to Billy would have been significantly higher than it actually was. Billy would have gotten possessed either way. It was Karen's fault, not Max or the party, that he was at the wrong place at the right time. If Max hadn't known about the Mindflayer or El, she wouldn't have suspected anything, thus making her an easy target to get flayed as well.

If she were to survive s3 on her own, Vecna would have still targeted her because she felt guilty about Billy dying not because she witnessed it but because she wished that something would happen to him to make the abuse she suffered from him stop. And when something did happen, she blamed herself. Her complicated relationship with Billy is the reason why she got cursed. It was never because she took the risk. Her issues stem from outside of the supernatural things. Without Lucas and her friends, she wouldn't have survived the first attack. She would have been confused like Chrissy, Patrick, and Fred, not knowing what was going on and then dying a horrific death.

Taking the risk ensured her to live as long as she did because she had the opportunity to get information that were vitol for her physical well-being.

But taking the risk also gave her the opportunity to live a more fulfilled life. In the beginning of s2, Max was super closed off. She was scared to get close to anyone because of her brother. He was threatening to harm people if Max disobeyed him (aka him trying to run the party over as a scare tatic to get her back under control after the argument). So she pushed Dustin and Lucas away. It was easier and safer for everyone involved. If we take Runaway Max as canon, then Billy actually physically harmed one of her friends, so it's understandable that Max tries her hardest to stay away in the beginning. Only due to Lucas and Dustin constant persuading and pushing she opened up a bit more. And then when Lucas told her the huge secret she was suddenly a part of something so big she had to allow herself to trust others because her life was dependent on it. It gave her the opportunity to be honest and vulnerable to an outsider, which also then led her to free herself from her brother's control by the end of s2. Meeting Steve and the rest and seeing that someone was willing to protect her from her brother's abuse gave her the strength to set boundaries, which then allowed her to be happier and more open. She met El and found amazing friends in the party, which she wouldn't be close otherwise. It also allowed her to have a different relationship with Billy. In s3, they seemed to be more relaxed before everything went south.

Without getting involved, she probably would still be the closed off girl she was at the beginning of s2. She would still be under Billy's control until he died. And then she would be alone without anyone really looking out for her, which would lead to her definite death in s4.

Lucas saved her physically and emotionally by giving her the opportunity to take the risk. And because of that, she can still be saved in s5.

[batboysoneshots]

Mandalorian Au!

Request:  Mandalorian!Bruce finding three/four jedi younglings(the robins) hiding in a ally after order 66 and is like welp, adoption time!!

Third person pov...

It had been a few months since Order 66 was executed, and the galaxy was still reeling from the impact. The once proud Jedi Order had been decimated, and the few remaining members were on the run, trying to survive in a universe that no longer welcomed them.

Bruce, also known as the Mandalorian, had been on the run for months since the fall of the Jedi Order and the rise of the Empire. He had taken on his own mission, to protect any remaining Jedi and keep them safe from the Empire's clutches.

As he made his way through the crowded streets of a bustling Coruscant Bruce heard a commotion coming from an alleyway. Being a Mandalorian, he was always prepared for danger and quickly made his way towards the source of the noise.

To his surprise, he found four young boys, no older than ten years old, huddled together in fear.His Mandalorian instincts kicked in and he cautiously approached them, his hand resting on his blaster.

The boys noticed his presence and immediately tensed up. But as Bruce got closer, they could see that he was not a threat, but rather a tall, intimidating figure in armor. The oldest of the boys, Dick, stepped forward and spoke up. 'We mean no harm,' he said in a shaky voice.

Bruce took off his helmet, revealing his weathered face. 'I'm not here to hurt you,' he said, trying to put them at ease. 'What are four younglings doing out here on their own?'

The boys looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. They were clearly scared of strangers, and Bruce couldn't blame them. After all, they were living in a world where the Jedi were now considered enemies.

The boys, Dick(12), Jason(10), Tim(8), and Damian(6) looked at each other, unsure whether they could trust this stranger.

Then 'We're hiding from the bad guys,' one of the boys spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

'Bad guys?' Bruce repeated, furrowing his brow.

'The ones who killed all the Jedi,' another boy chimed in, his voice shaky with emotion.

They told Bruce their story, about how they were Jedi younglings, and how they had been separated from their master during Order 66.

Bruce's heart ached at the thought of these young boys witnessing such a horrific event. He knew he had to do something to help them, and so without a second thought, he made a decision.

'What's your names?'

'Dick,' the oldest of the three answered first.

'Jason,' the second one said, his voice shaking slightly.

'Tim,' the youngest of them whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"This is Damain" introduced Dick, the young boy on his lap was sleeping soundly.

Bruce nodded, 'I'm Bruce. How about we get out of here and find a safer place?'

He knew he couldn't leave them alone in the dangerous streets of Coruscant. "Come with me" he said, extending a hand to them. "I will keep you safe."

The boys looked at each other, unsure of what to do. But the kindness in Bruce's eyes was enough to convince them. They took his hand and followed him back to his ship, the Razor Crest.

Once on board, Bruce gave them food and a place to rest. It was clear that these boys had been through a lot, but they still had the spark of the Force within them. Bruce couldn't help but feel a familiar pull towards them.

Over the next few weeks, Bruce trained the boys in the ways of a Mandalorian, teaching them how to defend themselves and control their emotions. They also learned about their new home, the Razor Crest, and helped Bruce with his missions to protect the remaining Jedi.

But most importantly, Bruce became a father figure to these boys who had lost their own. He showed them love and compassion, something they had been lacking since the fall of the Jedi Order.

As they traveled from planet to planet, Bruce learned more about each boy. Dick, the oldest, was a natural leader and had a strong connection to the Force.

Jason was skilled in combat and had a fierce determination to protect his brothers.

Tim was a tech wizard and could hack into any system with ease.

And Damian, the youngest, was full of energy and had a stubbornness that reminded Bruce of himself.

Together, they formed a strong bond and became a family. And although Bruce was not a Jedi, he became their protector and mentor, guiding them through the darkness that had engulfed the galaxy.

Years went by, and the boys grew into strong, capable young men. They were no longer just Mandalorian apprentices, but skilled Jedi warriors as well. And Bruce couldn't have been prouder.

He may have started off as a lone Mandalorian on a mission, but he ended up finding something much more precious - a family.

And as they traveled through the galaxy, fighting for what was right, Bruce knew that he and his batboys would always have each other's backs.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, I'm on a roll with these Batboys oneshot. Probably because its been a while since I updated this book and had to many requests.

Request are open!

(Thank to everyone who has requested I love to read each and every one of your ideas)

Word count: 930

[jqhotchner]

bloom

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not proof read

eddie and yn have known each other for a long time. when eddie first moved in with his uncle wayne, he was nothing but a scared kid who had been abused by his father and abandoned by his mother.

yn had known of the munson family. her father being the chief of police, she’s witnessed eric munson in the back of her fathers police car countless times. her father tried to keep her clear of criminals, but a lot of times he didn’t have a babysitter. she’d ride in the front seat of his vehicle and sometimes arrested scumbags like mister munson.

she’d seen eddie around, ultimately they weren’t in the same crowd though. yn had always been popular! all kids wanted to be friends with the chief of police daughter. she’s funny, kind, nice, and grew into a beautiful young woman.

yn seen eddie around with his short hair and battered up clothing. he was shy, stayed clear of large crowds. yn had no idea it was mostly due to being beaten down by his father, mentally and physically. once his dad was arrested for good, she’d notice a change in the boy.

eddie was louder, more vibrant, very confident. it was like he was a new person! he ended up growing his hair out, listening to loud music, and even formed a band in middle school! people already expecting him to become a two bit criminal like his father! but eddie had dreams! he was gonna get out of the shitty town of hawkins indiana and make something of himself.

yn liked that about eddie. it’s why they soon became friends right after! no one understood why someone as pretty and smart as yn could wanna hang out with someone as timid and dark as eddie, but they just made sense. soon enough, they fell in love! eddie didn’t get the courage to ask her out until his sophomore year of high school.

he tried to bury his feelings in cigarettes, weed, beer, music, and random one night stands, but in the end, he needed her more than ever.

it started off when she was asked out by none other than jason carver. yn saying yes, do to pure pressure from her friends—and the social norms of a cheerleader dating a jock—she didn’t want to though. always waiting for eddie to notice her! and he did.

eddie had been mean in the end. trying to push his best friend away, ignoring her, dodging her calls, getting wayne to cover for him. this only results in her feeling like she wasn’t enough and hating herself. wayne had been the one to talk some sense in him, shaking his head at the boy in the process, until he finally went to the hopper household and confessed his feelings for the girl of his dreams!

they dated soon after, eddie falling more and more in love with her. he still couldn’t believe he had the prettiest girl in hawkins high. she loved him back. eddie, the boy this shitty town already labeled a good for nothing trailer trash boy. yn saw more than that though. eddie was the perfect man in her eyes.

though, jim hopper heart broke when he found out his eldest child was dating—broke even more finding out eleven and mike were dating—his daughters were growing up and he didn’t like it. but he loved seeing the smiles on their faces.

eddie had been more experienced than yn. yn only ever going as far as kissing, eddie didn’t wanna rush into anything. when they finally did go further, eddie made sure to be gentle and care for her like she knew he would.

yn only fell harder for eddie. he made her feel like she’s the only girl in the world. it’s why when a few years go by and she’s holding a pregnancy test, she’s frightened that eddie would think less of her, would leave her, blame her. she doesn’t know who to turn to besides her father.

when she officially told her dad, he was ready to tear eddie munson a new one! he thought the worst from the way she was crying. but, when she stated he didn’t know yet, he calmed down, hugged his little girl, and told her everything would be fine.

finally telling eddie felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. eddie had been shocked, sure, but he told her he’d do whatever she’d want. rather that be adoption, abortion, or keeping their baby. he wasn’t gonna be a abusive asshole like his father!

yn ultimately decided to keep her baby. the pregnancy went smoothly. eddie stayed by her side every step of the way! and when they finally had their baby boy, they fell in love with him instantly. he’d been the cutest little bean they’d ever seen.

the couple still have yet to name their baby. they didn’t know what suited him. that is until wayne came in with aster flowers. yn knew then, her baby boy had the perfect name.

“what’s the little man’s name?”

eddie was gonna speak, letting wayne know they have yet to name their baby. yn beats him to it though.

“aster! aster wayne munson.”

eddie smiles lovingly at yn. he kisses the top of her head before caressing his sons cheek.

a few months go by of aster being born. he’d been the perfect little boy! though it had been an adjustment for the family! caring for a new born wasn’t easy.

yn and eddie knew they had many people around them happy to help. wayne loved having his grandson around.

school had been different for the couple. first, eddie had been a second year repeater for his senior year! being busy with yn pregnancy last school year, he’d barely showed up to class, working two jobs to make ends meet so the couple could afford everything they needed for the arrival of their baby.

going back to school had been hard for the couple. they didn’t like leaving aster. eddie being a little bit more level headed practically had to pry their son out of yn arms—though if you ask wayne or jim, they’d say they had to force them both to go to school—

eddie and yn still had their after school activities to attend to. yn being cheer captain and eddie with hellfire, it was a struggle, but the couple managed. that is until deja vu just so happened to hit yn right in the chest.

this time eddie right beside her as she waited patiently for the results of the pregnancy test. here she was once again, pregnant with another child. eddie sighed and told her everything was gonna be alright.

time went by. the couple worked hard, especially eddie, and graduated high school! yn ends up having a healthy baby girl!

“what should we name her?”

yn smiles. “wanna keep the flower theme going?”

eddie smiles back at his girlfriend. “if that’s what you want honey, im on board.”

“jasmine hope munson.”

the year 2020 had brought the world to a complete pause. the covid outbreak had caused so many people to go in a panic. yn and eddie were a bit relieved though,

not because of the pandemic, but because of the stress of them working about five jobs put together! yn occasionally worked at the police station, helping file paper work. she’d also worked at the local grocery store downtown.

eddie worked at the plant monday and fridays, he worked at the auto repair shop sunday, tuesdays, and wednesdays, and on thursdays he worked with the band—them getting noticed more and more on social media, they had to be more serious about everything—

with the world going on pause, they had more of a break than anything. they were happy to spend time with their babies. yn hated not being home with the little ones! it made her feel like a bad mom.

eddie constantly reassuring her, she’s the best mom he’d ever known!

as time went by, yn and eddie got to know their babies better. they loved them to death but truth, they’re babies! they cry, poop, babble, and get into things they shouldn’t. you had to keep a close eye on them at all times. it’s pretty tiring.

it’s why, wayne and jim offered to take the kids off their hands twice a week so they could get alone time. and that only resulted in one way, them lying naked in each others arms after screwing on every surface of their home.

it’s why they weren’t surprised when yn held another pregnancy test in her hand.

and on january twenty-fourth, 2021, yn gave birth to their second baby girl. lunaria morgan munson.

corroded coffin became one of the most popular social media platforms of all time! they’ve been noticed by many talented artist over the years, but when metallica themselves noticed the band and commented on their official instagram account, they’ve become even bigger!

everyone wanted to see more of corroded coffin! eddie, jeff, gareth, and doug worked even harder on the band. they continue writing music, posting all over social media, going to gigs, they were making a name for themselves!

eventually they’ve got noticed by many companies who wanted to officially sign the band. they discussed who they’d think would be more fit for their success, but when ozzy osbourne dm’d them himself and wanted to sign them, they couldn’t pass that down!

that’s how corroded coffin went from a dream to reality. yn had been so excited for eddie! so much so they celebrated time and time again. eddie took her out on many dates. and when march hit, yn found herself in familiar territory.

they’d just had luna! how the hell did she end up pregnant again?! eddie stood by her side through and through. he’d even let her know, his family mattered more than a band! but yn told him to continue living his dream, she’d be with him every step of the way while he gets booked for gigs and continue to work on their first official album.

soon enough yn gives birth to another baby girl, all in the same year she gave birth to luna. christmas night, lily belle munson was born!

while eddie had become a real like rockstar, yn had become a social media mogul. everyone loved her sense of style and how she balanced being a mom to four kids all while being a supportive girlfriend to eddie.

she’d become an inspiration to all young moms. she’s shown that women could have it all! be a good mother, a supportive partner, and work their asses off. with corroded coffin making a name for themselves, yn had become somewhat famous too.

people emailed her, wanting to sign her and get her into the modeling business. it took a lot before she agreed to officially sign onto an agency! eddie was proud of her. she was making a name for herself just as much as he did. he knew she was hesitant due to wanting to be at home with the kids more. with eddie traveling here and there, making more and more money, yn finally had the opportunity to be a stay at home mom. she felt like one of them could tend to the kids while the other goes and lives it big!

but eddie let her know she could still be at home with their children and live a dream she so desperately wants.

after signing with a modeling agency she’d post a lot more on social media, all while being home with her kids! over the next few months though, yn finds out she’s pregnant once again!

with eddie being booked, she was alone during this pregnancy. it’s why it was the worst one for her, mentally speaking.

eddie tried his hardest to be there. hearing from wayne and jim—and occasionally el—telling him to get his ass back home, he felt like a shitty father and partner.

it’s why he took a little break, heading home, and taking care of his girlfriend and his babies. yn told him she’d be alright. let him know she didn’t wanna be the one to get in the way of his dreams.

he shut her down immediately! telling her their wouldn’t be a dream without her and their kids by his side.

when they find out they’re having twins, they decided no more babies after this! eddie agreed to get a vasectomy.

when yn gives birth to their twins—which they named poppy matilda munson and azalea love munson—on valentines day eddie thought it was the perfect time to pop the question!

yn immediately said yes! she’d marry eddie at that very moment if she could have.

yn and eddie felt complete now! with their six beautiful kids, each other, and their life, they were an amazing family!

a/n

im gonna like working on this story!

next part will be set right after the twins were born!

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The fear: Jason Todd x fem!reader part 2

part 1

"I don't understand. Why isn't it working on him?” regardless of Jason’s protest, the second he got Jimmy to safety Dick and Tim took him to the batcave to run some test and assess the damage. Surprisingly, seemingly the toxin did nothing.

“I don’t know” Tim muttered, torn between confusion and curiosity “but it’s disturbing. I believe Crane has been altering the formula and the effects are yet to come.”

“Maybe I’ve just become immune to Scarecrow’s tricks.” Jason was sitting on the nearby chair, arms crossed over his chest, right leg bend and rested on the left, utter annoyance on his face “Will you two just let me the fuck out of here?!” he hissed

“NO!” Dick and Tim said in unison, however, the motives of the answer were slightly different for each of them. While both of them were worried about Jason’s state of mind, Dick didn’t want him to be alone. The oldest Wayne knew exactly what memories could come back due to the fear gas and felt the urge to help Jay through it. On the other side, Tim didn’t want him to suffer if there was something he could do about it. He just needed more time to figure it all out.

“I hate you both. Truly, madly, deeply.” Jason huffed

“Oh, come on, Jaybird, we all know if you wanted to get out you would have already done that. And yet, you’re still here. No one’s keeping you captive.”

“Shut up, Grayson.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” Dick smiled

“Don’t you have anything better do to? Anyone else to save?”

“You’re my priority at the moment.” Suddenly the air in the cave got a bit more serious and tense.

“How long do you think this may take?” Jay asked quietly “I got job to do.”

“We’ll cover for you if…..”

“NO! Hell no, I told you to stay away from Crime Alley.”

“If you don’t want to be alone you could have just said so.”

“Shut up, Grayson!”

“Why is it always me who has to witness this?” Tim rolled his eyes, begging whatever bigger entity there was for mercy “Can you two just calm down?”

“NO!” apparently, the sides turned and now it was Dick and Jason yelling in unison at Tim

“I wasn’t really expecting any other answer.”

“I….” Jason exhaled deeply “how long?”

“If my analysis is right ….”

“….. and it’s always right…” Todd mocked

“.. it may take up to 10 hours.”

“Great. That is just freaking great. Anyone up for the board game while we wait?”

***

Now

Tim was right. After 10 hours it all started coming back. Slowly.

At first, it was only the knot in his stomach, origins unknown. Then, his head started spinning and his vision became blurry. Soon, Jay felt surrounded and suffocated by the green fog.

And then it was only worse. Dick and Tim were forced to watch their brother crouch in the corner of the room, his eyes wide in terror, fixed on one point in the space yet blind to everything that was happening as his brain was working against him.

The memories from Ethiopia. The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor. The vicious laugh of a maniac who was attacking a kid. The feeling on crowbar on every part of his body. The smell and metallic taste of blood. He was going to find him again. Joker was going to torture him and kill him again. The story was going to repeat itself. There was literally nowhere to hide. Poor Jason. He hid his face in hands, sobbing quietly, silent begging to just leave him alone.

“I… I don’t want to go back…..”

“Um, should we do something  or…..?”

“What do you suggest we do, Tim? How do we help him without letting him know that we see him in this state? It’s still Jason. Any sign of vulnerability he’s shown may be the cause of another fight. And he’s terrified. I don’t know  about you, but I’d rather avoid it.”

“We can’t just leave him like this.”

“Of course not. But we also cannot help him. There is however one person that can.”

“You surely don’t mean …..”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“She won’t like it.” Tim warned

“But she will come. She always answer when needed.” Dick took a few steps forward and squatted next to Jayson. “Jaylad? Hey, I need you to look at me. You’re gonna be fine, all right? I’m calling Y/N”

“What?” for a second Jayson’s sight became a bit more aware “Don’t you dare! I don’t need her here!“

“We both know that is not true.”

“I don’t want her here!”

“Jason….”

“Don’t you dare calling her! I can handle myself. There’s no need to. I don’t want her hurt and he’s coming to get me. I need to keep her safe. I have to keep her safe……” his whole body shook, since it couldn’t process the possibility of the girl getting captured by the Joker and tormented the same way he had been.

“He’s too far gone now.” Tim pointed out “I think we really have to call her for the rescue.”

“Told ya.” Dick was  already dialing the number of his friend “Y/N?”

“Dick? Hey there, boy wonder. It’s been a while.”

“Really? It seems like you never left. We still got your framed picture on the display.”

“Oh, please, after a month? I never thought you to be sentimental, Grayson.”

“Only for you, Y/N….”

“Oh for crying out loud!” Tim hissed and took the phone from his brother “Y/N.”

“Tim? If you’re there than can only mean you have an emergency.”

“I need you to come. We need you to come. Please?”

“Of course. You know you can count on me. Is it Damian or…. Jay?”

“It’s Jason. If you don’t want to….”

“No.” she cut him off instantly, her voice a bit more concerned “What happened in the past stays in the past. I promised you something when I left and I intend to keep that promise. I’m on my way now. See you soon, bats.” The click on the other side indicated that she disconnected.

“Do you think this will work? I mean, given all the history…..”

“The plan’s in motion now. We better hope it works.”

to be continued

part 3

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Moonlight Chicken Ep 8 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

This brings us to the end of finale week, and I couldn't ask for a better show to close us out.

Yesterday, Alan opted to stay with his family instead of compelling Wen to take care of him. Also, Jim and Wen went on a cute date..Jam came to the house to tell Li Ming that she wants to remarry and also wants to be a mother to him now. Li Ming did not want any of this at all because they have never been close, she didn't raise him, and be doesn't want her making decisions for him.

Meanwhile, Jim accidentally outed Li Ming to his mom as Jim struggled with his own fears and insecurities about Li Ming. He and Jam had a not-great conversation about it, and so Jim went to talk to Wen about it. Wen gave Jim some perspective, and Jim gave Wen probably the best sniff kiss we've seen in a very long time.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Hong passed away, and we spent the back half of the episode on her funeral. Khaotung destroyed us with his performances, and the funeral opened up all of the characters to think about where they are. Li Ming and Jim reconciled. Jim cleared things with Alan, who met Gaipa at the funeral. Heart and his family came to the funeral. Jim finally decided to let go of the restaurant and set down his burdens.

We just started and I'm already crying! Jim feels so much lighter now that the restaurant and Li Ming aren't weighing him down. He's also finally acting like a gay uncle. He's helping guide Jam away from Li Ming and assuring her he'll help his nephew.

Chapter 8: The Self-made House and Home

It's such a relief to see Li Ming comfortable around Jim again.

Big fan of the "Person's for Men" hoodie.

I love Wen. I want to be this bold in love.

Fourth has incredible chemistry with Lookwa. I get why they paired them twice. Jam has had a messy romantic history her son has witnessed. I get why she values his approval.

There are so many people like Gaipa, who went on to get degrees that they don't necessarily get to use. I don't think they should be ashamed of the lives they've built.

I like that Wen and Gaipa never turned nasty with each other over Jim.

This party was so sweet. Saleng is being that cousin again. Li Ming taught Heart how to cut chicken. Wen made fuck-me eyes at Jim. Jim basked in the warmth of his little family.

I like how double-speak is a constant character trait of Alan's.

Heart's mom is really trying. I'm glad they told her about the school Heart wants to attend.

Heart and Li Ming are so adorable that it almost hurts. Fourth is all about kissing the homies.

I see Earth and Fourth aren't just gonna give me a break. "When did you know yourself?" is really the question. I don't mind Li Ming not answering, but the way he answers tells me he always knew about his uncle and chose to live with him because he didn't want to figure himself out with anyone else. I'm so glad Jim reiterated that there's nothing wrong with him, even as Li Ming gives the kid answer that getting money is more important.

That hug from behind? I think that was inspired by all of the GMMTV actors hugging Aof that way. Gosh, Fourth is really a special talent.

Big fan of this last minute complication in Wen's promotion.

The "Welcome Back Foam Fest" shirt is foreshadowing Tinn's fantasy in My School President.

First and Khaotung are so powerful. They sailed an entire ship in two scenes.

Kinda like the idea of Jim with a food truck.

Oh, I'm crying because of Mark Pakin again. Leng got the necklace back, and is working well enough that Praew can focus on carrying for their son, Jason.

Jim took Wen to meet his sister's new family and called him boyfriend. Wen is giddy in his seat over it.

I said this earlier, but Lookwa and Fourth work so well together. I like how she immediately tried to use sign to thank Heart. You can see her making the decision to get the money for Li Ming to go with Heart to America.

They really did the thing with Heart and Li Ming. I see why GMMTV greenlit them for Our Skyy 2 even before My School President released.

I really love how Aof's compassion and empathy infuses his characters. Yes, Jam was not a good mother to Li Ming, but she's trying to do right by him now. Life is the future, and she's doing what she can now to help Li Ming the way he wants to be helped.

They saw the shift in demeanor when Li Ming stopped being so angry and knew that Fourth and Gemini could carry a show.

I really love Alan joining their little family at the end here. Of course Saleng is going to tease Gaipa. I also like that Wen is learning sign language as well. What a beautiful final shot.

What a pleasant epilogue. Loved the metaphor about there being nothing wrong with the DVD, and rather it just being the player. You are still capable of love. You just need to try a different player.

Final Verdict: 10, Must Watch. This was Aof's best work so far with his best cast. This show managed all of its threads flawlessly without a single missed beat. Everyone is dialed in the entire time to tell a story about the families we build and the love we bring to our communities. In so many ways this feels like Aof in conversation with Boss from I Told Sunset About You. I have such high hopes for the future of queer storytelling out of Thailand after the last week.

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Mysterious and Spooky 🖤🕷

can I request something like reader is a new student at Hawkins and they have a personality like Morticia Addams & Eddie falls in love with them immediately?

Requested by anon. 🖤 I hope you enjoy.

Some quotes are by Morticia and I've written them in a different font so you know what ones they are ❤

Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! ❤🙂 I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

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Talk at Hawkins High School was rife about the new girl y/n. Half the students were fascinated by her and the other half were terrified.

Spooky, kooky and a little mysterious she joined Hawkins in October and set the gossip train alight.

The aura she held was one of confidence, she had a quick wit and entranced those who she met.

Fred had told a sceptical Nancy he was sure she was a witch. Nancy proceeded to call him an idiot.

Jason was torn between thinking she was hot and being seriously spooked out by her while Chrissy was an absolute sweetheart and befriended her straight away.

She walked right into the cafeteria on her first day composed and ignoring the talk that was amped up as she walked over to join Chrissy who had kindly invited her to sit at her table.

Talk ranged from her black knee-high boots, lacy black dress and spider earrings to what lipstick made her lips look that red to other ruder whispers.

"Why do you wear all black. Don't you own any other colours?". Stacy one of the cheerleaders whispered to her and Chrissy told her off for being so rude.

"Black is such a happy colour don't you think? Delightful even". Stacy blinks stunned and she smirks amused.

Well, she did ask.

"I prefer yellow, it's the colour of sunshine". Stacy retorted stifly and y/n looks at her aghast.

"Oh, how frightfully dull. You poor thing". Stacy stares at her stunned and y/n has enough of her gawking and turns away engaging Chrissy in conversation instead.

She was very unaware of the curly brown-haired boy who was gaping at her. If hearts could come out of his eyes they would.

As soon as Eddie spotted her for the very first time he fell in love. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

For the first time in a long time. He was rendered silent and practically floated over to the table she was at, dropping on his knee and gazing at her.

"Jesus H Christ, you're what I've been looking for all my life". She grins.

"So dramatic darling. I love it. My name is yn. What's yours?". She gave him her preferred hand and he kissed it gently.

"Eddie, Eddie Munson and sweetheart you are the queen in my dreams".

Y/n loved to listen to the rumours about herself, she particularly liked the one about her being a witch (She wishes) and that she liked to put a spell on unsuspecting suitors.

Ridiculous of course but the things people liked to believe were outlandish at times.

It could sometimes get annoying though, so she dressed all in black and liked to wear scarlet red lipstick, ruby red nail polish and loved all things spooky and macabre.

What was the big deal? Was she really the most exciting thing in this small town that was meant to be strange itself?

Of course, she knew about the rumours here, missing kid disappears for a week then comes back, spooky woods, possessions, a girl with superpowers that involved psychic abilities specifically telekinesis, monsters and secret experiments.

Just because half the town liked to keep their head in the sand others didn't. Her mother who loved all things supernatural and otherworldly just like she did had gotten all the gossip from her father who joined the police team.

One person whose attention she did love though was Eddie Munson. The minute they met it was like it was fated. Of that, she was sure of.

Speaking of which she spotted Eddie who was surrounded by his sheeples as he liked to call them - the freshman boys Dustin, Mike and Lucas.

"Hi, beautiful". He drops to his knees takes her hand and kisses it, trailing feather light kisses up her arm then pulling her in for a long passionate kiss.

The minute she met Eddie when he wandered over to where she sat with Chrissy on her first day she fell for him.

They had been joined at the hip ever since.

"How's my princess?".

"Oh, my love, this morning I looked out and it was so stormy, the lightning and thunder. The rain? All gloomy and wild, It is rather romantic don't you think? I love it"

He smiles indulgently and kisses her forehead. Others watched them as they passed but the two of them paid the people no mind.

Y/n cups his cheek as he watched her with reverence.

"I love you, my princess". He murmurs into her ear and she grins.

“You are dearer to me than all the bats in all the caves in the world. I love you to my love”

The three boys stared at each other used to how Eddie and y/n acted but sometimes they were caught off guard.

The two of them really were perfect for each other, soulmates if you will.

In this life and in eternal life too

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Negligence |Part 1|

Summary: When you find out that Eddie is dating Chrissy, you try and let your feelings for him die down. However, after you get into an incident in school, you find comfort in the last person you would bond with.

Warning: Swearing, smoking, weed consumption, Andy being an arsehole, angst

You were heading to the woods, to see your friend, Eddie. He started out as your dealer about a year ago, after you bought weed for your Uncle on behalf of your cousin, who had to drop out of school to look after him full time. Your Uncle had developed Multiple Sclerosis, so he had to quit his job at the plant. After doing deals with Eddie for a while, you two became friends. You weren’t part of the Hellfire club, or any club for that matter, but you were always welcomed at the table. Even the other members liked you. Over time, you had developed a crush on Eddie. You weren’t sure when or if you were going to tell him, as you were worried about the repercussions if you told him how you felt about him.

You continued walking, heading to the picnic table when you spotted Eddie sitting on the table with his arm around Chrissy. You heard them both laughing, before they shared a kiss. You froze as you witnessed the kiss, feeling a pain in your chest. You caught your breath before you turned your heel and walked back to the car park, unaware that Eddie saw you walking away. He was about to go after you to see what you wanted when Chrissy pulled him in for another kiss.

Once you made your way back to the car park, you headed to your cousin, Mary’s car and got in, when she asked, “Did you get it?”

You shook your head, before lying to her, “He wasn’t there. I’ll try again tomorrow.”

Mary huffed, before telling you, “I’ve only got enough to last a week. I don’t want Dad going back to prescribing those pills.”

“I know okay?!” You snapped, making Mary raise her eyebrows at you, before you began to apologise, “I’m sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

You rubbed your forehead, when Mary asked if you were okay. You sighed, before replying, “Yeah. Like I said, it’s been a weird day.”

As Mary started the car and drove off, you thought about Eddie and Chrissy. You knew that Chrissy had split up with Jason recently, but you didn’t think that she would move on quickly, especially with Eddie. And he didn’t even mention to you that he was seeing her. You wondered if the other Hellfire members knew. All you knew that you hoped that your crush will die down.

The next day in Maths class, you were writing down the equations on the board, while you were trying to figure out how to get Eddie’s attention. You started writing a note to him about getting weed from him, before you folded the paper. You were about to poke him to get his attention, before passing him the note when you heard the teacher shout, “You! Let me see that note!”

Oh shit, you thought to yourself as the teacher started marching away from her desk. You were about to open your mouth when the teacher approached Eddie and Chrissy. “Hand the note over, Miss Cunningham,” the teacher ordered, when Chrissy handed the piece of paper to her. The teacher opened up the note and read it, before rolling her eyes and said, “Well first off, Mr Munson, may I say that your penmanship is absolutely atrocious.”

You heard Eddie chuckle when the teacher continued to speak, “And secondly, if I find you two writing something...” The teacher clear her throat, before telling them “Crude again, you two will be in detention. Is that understood?”

Eddie and Chrissy nodded their heads, trying to hold back their laughter, while most of the class whispered about them. You quietly huffed as you looked down at your work, unaware that Jason was looking at you, before shifting his attention to Chrissy and Eddie.

Later on after school, you went up to Eddie, who was having a smoke whilst leaning against his van.

After the pair of you greeted each other, Eddie said, “You didn’t come over to the spot yesterday.”

“You were busy with Chrissy, so I didn’t think you’d want me to disturb you,” you bluntly replied, as Eddie gazed at you. “So, how long has it been going on?”

“For about a week,” Eddie replied, before taking one last puff of his cigarette and stubbing it on the ground. “After her and Carver broke up. She’s gonna sit with us at lunch tomorrow, so we can make it official.”

“Right,” you quietly said before asking him, “So, have you got the roll ups?”

“Shit,” Eddie groaned, before apologising. “I’m really sorry, I sold the last batch to Chrissy. Does your uncle really need it?”

“Yeah. Well, he’s still got under a week’s worth, so I guess he can wait.”

“I’ll bring it in for you tomorrow, I promise,” Eddie replied, when Chrissy approached you both. Chrissy gave him a kiss, which made you feel queasy. You quickly stepped back as you said goodbye to Eddie, before turning your heel to go to Mary’s car.

After you got in, she asked if you got the roll ups. “He said he’ll bring it tomorrow.”

Mary sighed, before saying, “He better, I can’t afford to go and get it from Reefer Rick-“

“He said he’ll bring it!” You snapped.

“Okay, that’s two days in a row that you’ve snapped at me. What’s going on? Did you two fall out?”

You shook your head as you replied, “No, we didn’t.”

You couldn’t tell her that you were crushed that Eddie had been seeing Chrissy, as you didn’t want to worry her, especially as she had enough on her plate looking after her father.

The next day at lunchtime, you were sitting at the Hellfire table, with most of the members when Eddie and Chrissy entered the cafeteria, holding hands. The boys’ jaws dropped as they couldn’t believe that their dungeon master was holding hands with the Queen of Hawkins High.

You looked down at your book, as the new couple approached the table. “Guys, I believe you already know Chrissy,” Eddie began to speak. “We’re officially dating.”

The members greeted her, while you continued to read your book, when Chrissy tapped your shoulder, making you look up at her. “Hi,” Chrissy sweetly spoke.

You gave her a quick smile, before you asked Eddie, “So, have you got it?”

Eddie blankly looked at you, when you elaborated, “Stuff for my uncle?”

Eddie smacked his forehead, before telling you, “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot again,” you sighed, before telling him, “I told you my uncle was running low, and Mary doesn’t want him going back to have prescribed medication.”

You huffed, as you put your book away, unable to enjoy reading it, when Eddie called your name. You had hoped that he was going to ask you to come over to his after school to pick the weed up. Instead he asked, “Do you mind moving to another seat, so Chrissy can sit next with me?”

It was bad enough that he forgot and gave some of your uncle’s weed to Chrissy. But asking you to give up your seat for her was the last blow. You crossed your eyebrows as you got up and kicked the chair out of the way, before you snapped, “Here you are. She’s already took my uncle’s weed, she might as have my place and my lunch.”

You grabbed your bag and started storming off, ignoring the boys and Chrissy’s protest, when suddenly, Andy stuck his foot in front of you, causing you to trip over and hit your head on the door. Andy started laughing, along with some of the other students, while most of the students gasped, as you winced. Eddie was about to check on you, when Jason shouted as he smacked the back of Andy’s head, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Jason bent down to check on you as he asked, “Can you stand up?”

You didn’t answer, as you sobbed in pain. Jason turned to Patrick and told him, “Help me lift her up.” Jason turned back to you, and said, “We’re gonna lift you up and take you to the nurse, okay?”

Jason and Patrick gently lifted you up, with your arms around their shoulders, supporting you, before they took you to the nurse’s office.

Thankfully, your injury wasn’t too bad, although your head still hurt. After the nurse had examined you, she suggested that you should go home to rest. “If you feel worse, go to the hospital immediately,” she told you, before asking, “Is there anyone who can take you home?”

You couldn’t ask your parents to pick you up as they were working and you didn’t want to ask Mary, as she would be busy getting grocery shopping. You shook your head, when Jason chimed in, “I can take her. I’ll drop her off and come back.”

The nurse stared for a moment, before telling him, “Very well. I’ll write a note for you in case you’re late for class.”

“What about my bike?” You asked. “I don’t want anyone stealing it.”

“I’ve got a bike rack on my car, so we can take it with us,” Jason replied.

A moment later, you and Jason were outside the school. Jason helped unlock your bike lock, while you sat and waited for him in his car, when you noticed from the rear view mirror that Eddie and Chrissy were coming out of the woods, with Chrissy clinging onto Eddie’s arm. You wiped the tears from your face, as you saw Jason approaching the car with your bike and placed it on the rack when you heard Eddie asking what he was doing with your bike.

Jason didn’t answer. He had secured your bike and was about to get inside, when Eddie grabbed Jason by the shoulder as he angrily said, “Hey! I’m talking to you-“

Suddenly, Jason turned around and punched him, cutting his bottom lip. Chrissy gasped, before checking on Eddie, as Jason huffed before getting in the car.

Eddie wiped the blood off his mouth with his sleeve, as he watched Jason drive off, when he saw you in the passenger seat. You quickly avoided Eddie’s gaze, as you and Jason left the car park.

As he drove along the road, Jason heard you say, “Mary’s going to be mad.”

“What?” He asked.

You were a silent, not wanting to say anymore, when Jason asked you, “I take it that it’s something to do with Munson? You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.”

You sighed, before confessing, “I was supposed to get weed from Eddie for my uncle on behalf of my cousin, Mary. He has Multiple Sclerosis, and it’s the only thing that eases his condition.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

You weren’t sure if Jason was being sincere or not, but you continued to confess, “I promised her that I would get it for her, but I had been making excuses for Eddie.”

“So, Munson was supposed to sell it to you?” Jason asked.

“He was the only person other than Rick that I know who was dealing, and Eddie was cheaper, so it was the best option. Today when I asked him about it, he forgot to bring it, but when I asked him for them yesterday, he said gave the last batch to Chrissy.”

“Seriously?” You nodded, when Jason muttered, “Prick.”

Suddenly, you noticed that Jason was changing directions. “Wait, where are we going?” You asked.

“Just need to make a quick stop,” Jason replied.

You couldn’t help but think of a worst case scenario as Jason continued to drive when suddenly, he pulled over to Reefer Rick’s place.

After turning off the engine, Jason got out of the car and told you, “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

You looked at him, as he ran up to Rick’s door and knocked on it.

Later on in class, Eddie and Chrissy were in English class, when Chrissy noticed that Jason’s seat was still empty. Chrissy turned to Patrick and whispered to him, “Patrick, where’s Jason?”

Patrick tutted, before whispering back, “Why do you care? You’re not his girlfriend anymore, remember?”

Chrissy sulked, as she continued with her work, while Eddie looked over to your empty seat and sighed before turning his attention to his own work.

Meanwhile, you and Jason went inside your house, as you called out for Mary.

A second later, Mary came out of the living room and greeted you, “You’re home early...what’s he doing here?” She asked when she noticed Jason standing next to you.

Jason explained that you had hit your head in the cafeteria earlier and that he volunteered to take you home.

“Are you okay? Do you need to go to hospital?” Mary asked you, as she checked your head.

“No, I’m okay, honestly,” you retorted. “How’s uncle Cain?”

“He’s sleeping right now. Are you sure that you’re okay?”

You nodded as Mary rubbed your arm, when she noticed a bag of weed in your hand. “Oh finally!” Mary exclaimed. “So Eddie got you some?”

“Actually, we went to see Reefer Rick, well, Jason did,” you told her.

“I wondered why they’re not rolled up.” Mary took the bag off you when Jason asked, “Do you need help rolling them up?”

You and Mary gaped at him, before Mary stammered, “Y-yeah, go ahead.”

Mary handed the bag to Jason, before he went to sit to the table and carefully started rolling up.

“So, why didn’t Eddie give you any?” Mary asked you.

You sighed, before telling her, “I’ll explain later.”

Jason had finished rolling up the last weed, and placed it on the table, before telling Mary, “There you go.”

After Mary thanked him, you asked, “Where did you learn how to roll them up? I thought you were too clean cut for that.”

Jason chuckled before replying, “I’ve watched Andy and Chance do it, so I guess I just picked it up from them.”

“How much did you pay Rick for it?” Mary began to ask. “I’ll give you the money for-“

Jason shook his head, before telling her, “No need.”

Suddenly, you heard your uncle call Mary’s name. “Coming!” Mary shouted as she got up and went into the other room. Not long after, Mary came out wheeling her dad in his wheelchair, and took him to the living room. He asked you, “What are you doing here early?”

“I hurt my head at school so the nurse sent me home,” you replied, when your uncle looked at Jason and asked, “Is he your boyfriend?”

“No,” you and Jason replied in unison, before you told Cain, “He helped give me a lift home.”

Jason introduced himself, as Mary lit a roll up for her dad and passed it to him. “Thanks love,” Cain said, before taking a puff.

He then offered it to Jason, who politely declined.

Cain chuckled before telling him, “Ah, straight as an arrow I see?” He then pointed to you, as he told Jason, “This one’s the same.”

After taking another puff, Cain said as he was admiring the roll up, “That Eddie did a good job with this.”

“Actually, it was Jason who rolled them up,” you told him.

Cain gaped, as he asked, “Really?”

Mary nodded, when Cain said, “Well, that does surprise me. I never thought that a clean cut jock would be good at something like it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I was clean cut,” Jason admitted, before he got up and said, “Sorry, I need to get going. I need to get to practice.”

He then turned to you and said, “If you want, I can give you a ride to school tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you replied, before telling him, “I’ll see you out.”

After Jason said goodbye to Mary and Cain, you walked Jason to the door, when he said, “Listen, if you need anything, give me a call.”

“Okay, thanks,” you replied, as you grabbed an address book and a pen from the table and gave it to Jason, so he could write down his number.

“Thanks for giving me a lift home,” you said, as you took the items off him. “And for the weed.”

“You’re welcome,” Jason replied.

After saying goodbye, you put down the address book and pen onto the table, before making your way upstairs to your room. You sat down on your bed, getting ready to lie down when you noticed a framed photo of you and Eddie. You gazed at it, thinking about him and Chrissy. You slammed the frame down as you burst into tears.

Suddenly, you heard Mary’s voice, asking you, “What’s wrong?”

You wiped your tears, as Mary sat down next to you and angrily asked, “Did Jason say something to you?”

You shook your head, as you sobbed. Mary hugged you, as you began to explain everything.

Later on in the evening, Eddie was getting ready for his date with Chrissy, when Wayne asked him if he gave you Cain’s roll ups.

“I forgot to give it to her,” Eddie confessed.

Wayne sighed before telling him, “Come on, boy. You know that Cain needs it.”

“I know, I’ll give it to her tomorrow.” Eddie grabbed his keys and was about to leave when Wayne asked him, “Did you do your homework?”

Eddie stopped and stayed silent, when Wayne shook his head and said, “I know that you may think dating this Chrissy girl is important right now, but you can’t afford to slip up with school. You’re weeks away from doing your finals and if you fail-“

“I know!” Eddie snapped. Wayne gave him a disapproving look when Eddie sighed, before apologising to him. He then began to tell him, “I’ll do it when I get back-“

“No, here’s what you’re gonna do.,” Wayne began to sternly tell Eddie. “You are gonna take your homework and you’ll do it on your date. Understand?”

Eddie huffed, as he replied, “Yes sir.” As Eddie went back to his room, Wayne shook his head in disappointment.

The next day, Eddie had decided to leave home early and take the roll ups to your place before he picked up Chrissy. He knocked on the door, with Mary answering it. “What do you want?” She asked coldly.

“I came to drop these off,” Eddie replied, as he held out the bag of roll ups. Mary glared, as she told him, “Don’t bother, we’ve got some from Rick. Why don’t you give them your new girlfriend?”

She was about slam the door in his face when Eddie stopped her, as he pleaded, “No no please!”

Mary sighed, as Eddie asked if you were coming to school. “I can give her a ride,” Eddie told her.

“You can’t,” Mary retorted. “She’s not here.”

“But...I saw her bike outside.”

“She’s already left. With Jason Carver.”

Eddie gaped as he asked, “Carver?”

Meanwhile, you and Jason were in his car, heading to school. You were silent all through the journey when Jason asked, “How’s your head?”

“Feels a bit bruised,” you replied.

“I called out Andy at practice yesterday, so he won’t do anything like that again.”

“I don’t get it, you normally would join in picking on an outsider like me. What’s changed?”

Jason huffed, before replying. “I don’t know. I guess...after Chrissy broke up with me and started dating Munson. It kinda-“

“Bruised your ego?”

“Well, a little. But, it also gave me a new perspective on things. Maybe I should be thinking more about other people and not be an asshole.”

You silently looked down at your lap, when Jason asked, “You like him, don’t you?”

You looked up at him, when he said, “Munson. I’ve seen how you look at him. And how you look when you look at him and Chrissy together.”

Suddenly, tears rolled down your face, as you sniffled. Jason quickly noticed, and told you, “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“It’s not just that. I just miss the old Eddie,” you confessed. “The Eddie who was desperate to graduate. The Eddie who always put others’ needs first. Since he started dating Chrissy, it’s like he doesn’t give a shit.”

“Listen, he’s not worth crying over,” Jason told you. “Neither of them are. If he can’t get his priorities straight, then that’s on him.”

Suddenly, you felt Jason gently tousle the top of your head, making you smile a little.

Later on, Eddie was walking to class with Chrissy, who was holding his hand, when he saw you sitting next to Jason, chatting. Eddie was about to walk up to you when Chrissy asked, “Where are you going?”

“I want to see if she’s okay.”

Eddie approached you with a reluctant Chrissy still holding on to him. Eddie greeted you, before asking, “How’s your head?”

You silently gazed at him, before looking down at your notebook. Eddie cleared his throat before telling you, “I stopped by your place earlier. Mary said that you got some stuff for Cain from Reefer Rick. But I’ve got my batch if you want it. Free of charge.”

You continued to give him the silent treatment, when Chrissy yelled, “Hey! You don’t need to be so rude-“

“Maybe she doesn’t want to talk to him,” Jason interjected. “Did you not think about that?”

“If this is about me asking you give up your seat to Chrissy, I’m sorry,” Eddie began to tell you. “But she is my girlfriend now. So you don’t need to be petty-“

“Did you not hear what Jason said?!” You snapped, as you glared at him and Chrissy. “I don’t want to talk to you! Either of you!”

You looked down at your desk, shaken up, when you heard Chrissy say, “Come on Eddie.” Chrissy pulled Eddie away from you and sat down to their seats. You felt Jason’s hand on your upper back, as he asked if you were okay. You nodded, as you took deep breaths.

At lunchtime, you were carrying your tray into the cafeteria as you looked over to the Hellfire table, where you saw Eddie and Chrissy flirting. You were about to leave the cafeteria when you heard Jason call your name. You turned to the jocks’ table, as Jason pointed at an empty seat next to him.

You turned back to the Hellfire table, noticing Eddie looking your way and the other members calling for you. You took a deep breath, before heading to the jocks’ table, leaving the Hellfire members confused. You were greeted by Jason’s teammates, including Lucas, as well as some of the cheerleaders as you sat down.

Weeks had past since you began your unlikely friendship with Jason. You would invite him over the dinner with your family and revise for your finals together. Whenever your parents were at home with Cain, the two of you and Mary would hang out together. You noticed that Mary had warmed up to him, which made you happy that the two of them became friends.

In nearly every class you had with Jason, you both would pair up for assignments. In English class, you both received a high grade for an assignment you did together. As you both gave each other high-fives, you heard Ms O’Donnell telling Eddie and Chrissy, as she handed them their papers, “I expected better, especially from you Miss Cunningham.”

You frowned as you saw them look at their papers in disappointment. At one point, you could’ve sworn that you saw a tear rolling down Eddie’s face as he looked his paper.

Suddenly, you heard Jason say, “If they’ve failed, that’s on them.”

One day in the cafeteria, you were happily chatting to the jocks and cheerleaders, as the Hellfire members looked on in shock. “I can’t believe she’s still sitting with Carver and his cronies,” Gareth spoke.

“You don’t think they’re dating now, do you?” Jeff asked.

“Lucas said that they’re just friends,” Dustin replied.

“Well, you say that, but who knows?” Mike said.

“Yeah. They’re always together,” Grant replied.

“So, she’s really turned to the dark side?” Eddie mumbled as he gazed at you and Jason laughing.

Suddenly, Chrissy groaned, “I don’t know why you guys are so worried about her. It’s not like she was in the club.”

“Neither are you,” Gareth blurted, when Eddie glared at him.

“So. But at least I still go. I bet she never went to any of the campaigns,” Chrissy snapped.

“You only go because you’re Eddie’s girlfriend,” Mike snapped back.

“Mike,” Dustin shushed him.

“No!” Mike shouted, before he began to defend you, “She may not have gone to every campaign or even played. But she still supported the club in any way possible. Even when she has to work or help look after her uncle so her cousin can get a break, she still gave us support. At least when she sat with us, she always took an interest in what we do, unlike you. Since you came here, you either talked about cheerleading or you’re too busy sucking Eddie’s face. Also, you always make Eddie cut the campaigns short so you can go on your date, or make him go to cheer practi-“

“That’s enough Wheeler!” Eddie spat. Most of the students, including you looked over, as you heard Eddie say, “If you don’t like how things are at the moment, you can just go back to the flock.” Most of Hellfire looked at a visibly pissed off Eddie, when Mike suddenly got up and said, “Fine. I’m gonna sit with Max.”

As Mike left the table, Dustin got up and followed him, trying to get him to come back. Meanwhile, Jeff, Gareth and Grant looked at each other, before getting up as well, when a surprised Eddie looked up and snickered, “You guys are leaving too?”

“We are,” Jeff retorted, which made Eddie’s jaw drop. “We’ll be in the music room. You can join us when you’ve got your priorities right.”

As they were about to leave, Eddie got up and asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ever since you got together with Chrissy, you don’t give a shit anymore,” Gareth replied. “You hardly show up for practice, you don’t put your heart into our performances and your campaigns have become shit. You’re letting your girlfriend take over and we hate it.”

Suddenly, Chrissy ran out of the cafeteria in tears. Eddie called out to her, before going after her, as Jeff shouted, “That’s it, run to your little master, puppet!”

Suddenly, you went to them as you asked what was going on, when Dustin came back. As the three older boys were leaving, Dustin tried to stop them, as he asked, “Where are you going?”

“Music room,” Jeff retorted, before he and the two older boys left.

Dustin had put his hands on his head, as he cussed. “Dustin, what happened?” You asked, waiting for him to tell you what was going on with Hellfire.

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[steddiealltheway]

Part Nine of Alone Together :))))))))) Part One. Part Eight. AO3 Link.

The first part of Steve’s day is spent mostly on the phone. “Come on, dude. You told me it was the ‘most metal concert in the world.’ How do you not remember what Eddie’s guitar looked like?” 

“I was focused on more important things – like saving your asses and not dying. Besides, you saw it too, so go ask Gareth or something.” 

Dustin hangs up without giving him an address or a phone number. So helpful. He racks his mind for something on Gareth. He remembers Eddie saying something about how Jason had beat him up for his location – he was really pissed about Jason laying a finger on his friend at his home. 

...Which Lucas witnessed! He calls him up and gets a vague recalling of the address, but it works. 

Steve finds himself hesitantly approaching a house, praying that maybe he got it right on the first try. He raises his fist and goes to knock. 

The steady beat of a drum gets Steve’s attention. He turns around and heads across the street, following the sound. He gets outside of a garage door where the loud noise is ringing out. This seems about right. He pounds on the garage door. The drumming stops. 

There’s a creak as the garage door slowly comes up to reveal Gareth standing in the middle of the garage holding the cord. “Shit!” Gareth yells letting the cord go but the garage door doesn’t go back down. He looks up at it like it’s personally offended him then back at Steve. “Please don’t beat me up. It’s Christmas, dude. What do you want?” 

Steve puts his hands up. “I promise I’m not friends with that asshole Jason. I just wanted to know if you knew what type of guitar Eddie had before. Or if you had any pictures of it or something.” Gareth’s eyebrows furrow, he looks confused and still very on edge. Steve sighs, “It’s a Christmas present for him. And I really like him, but I’m also an idiot who constantly puts his foot in his mouth, so I need this present to be really special.” 

Gareth still stares at him, but his confusion turns more into shock. “You’re Steve Harrington, right?” 

Steve nods. 

“Holy shit, I thought Eddie was lying about you and your whole big change. But you said you... like him?” Gareth asks carefully. 

Steve’s heart thuds, but he feels like he can really trust him. “A lot, man. Like... a lot.” 

Gareth’s guarded expression finally fades. He smiles knowingly at Steve, and motions for him to follow him. He digs through a box in the garage and lets out an “aha!” when he finally gets what he was looking for. He hands Steve a polaroid. 

Steve looks down at the picture of Eddie sticking his tongue out and making the devil horns with his fingers. His shirt rides up a little, showing off his flat stomach but it’s partially covered by his guitar. 

“See something you like, Harrington?” Gareth asks with a smirk.  

Steve lightly shoves at him but replies, “Yeah, I think I do.” 

Gareth whistles low. “Charm level thirty, am I right?” Gareth asks with a laugh. 

Steve stares at him blankly. 

“Oh god,” Gareth says in horror, “And you’re the Steve Harrington that Eddie Munson says saved him?” 

“The one and only,” Steve replies lamely.  

He swears Gareth mumbles something like, “And this is who Eds is so in love with? Christ,” but he says it so under his breath that Steve’s sure he heard him wrong. He clears his throat and speaks at a normal level gesturing towards the picture, “I hope this helps.” 

Steve nods and tears his eyes away from it. “It does. Thank you so much man. Do you mind if I keep it? For guitar purposes,” Steve clarifies. 

“Yeah, for guitar purposes,” Gareth shoots back with a grin. Steve can tell him and Eddie will be relentless together, but he can’t wait. 

“Thank you again. And good finally meeting you. Eddie has said a lot about you. Merry Christmas,” Steve claps Gareth on the shoulder and starts to leave the garage. 

“Same to you,” Gareth replies, but the teasing lilt to his voice makes Steve wonder if maybe Eddie talks about him a lot too.  

By the time he gets back to his car, Gareth has already started back at the drums but with a bit more enthusiasm as he ups the tempo. Steve smiles and heads towards the closest store that sells instruments that he can think of. 

-:-:-:-:-:-

“Nope, we don’t have anything like that here in Hawkins. Sorry.” 

Steve’s heart drops. Shit shit shit. “Could you please write down the make and model or whatever it’s called in instrument terms of this guitar?” 

The man seems to take pity on him and writes something down on a sticky note and hands it to him. “Merry Christmas,” the man says and moves on to another customer. 

“Merry Christmas!” Steve yells, running out the store. 

Once again, Steve finds himself on the phone after circling several stores in his parent’s phone book. He gets increasingly more frustrated as each business says they have nothing like Eddie’s guitar in stock especially so close to Christmas. Steve thanks them and leaves him his number anyway. Shit, he’s down to the last store. 

He goes through the same process and hopes for a Christmas miracle. “I’m sorry, we don’t have that in our store, and you said you needed it by Christmas?” a kind lady asks. 

“Yes, but thank you for your time.” Steve sighs and leaves his name and number. 

“Must be for someone really special to have you sounding that down,” she pries a bit, sounding sympathetic. 

“Yeah, yeah they really are,” Steve replies. There’s a hum on the other line. 

“I’ll see what I can do for you. Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas,” Steve replies kindly and hangs up. He sits back against his counter. Okay, different plan. He’ll... wash up Eddie’s battle vest and give it back. 

Yeah, that will work.  

Or will that send the wrong message? Like, here, I’ve had this for months, and now I’m finally returning it to you like an ex returns their things. 

Steve shakes his head. After his talk with Eddie, there’s no way he’ll misinterpret it. 

No, he needs to think of another idea. He paces his house and comes up with a few things, but nothing is as good or as grand as a gesture as the guitar. He groans, regretting waiting until the last minute. 

Speaking of last minute... Steve needs to start getting ready for Christmas caroling. He takes his time getting ready, carefully layering his clothes and taking a good amount of time on his hair until it looks practically perfect. 

He’s doing his final puff of Farrah Fawcett hair spray when he hears the phone ring. He wonders what kid is going to be asking him for a ride. 

He quickly answers. “Hello?” 

“Is this Steve Harrington?” a familiar voice asks. 

“Yes?” 

“You called my store earlier. I called in a favor and will have the guitar in stock tomorrow around three pm. The store closes at five. Does that work for you?” 

“Yes! Thank you so much! Really, thank you. Merry Christmas!” 

The lady on the other line laughs. “Merry Christmas.” Steve writes down the name and address of the place and thanks her again. 

Steve could jump for joy. He looks around before doing exactly that. Today is a good day. 

-:-:-:-:-:- 

Steve’s heart pounds in his chest as he parks his car next to the others outside the trailer park. Eddie’s uncle had insisted that the government’s relocation had been the most uncomfortable stay of his life, and he just wanted to have things go back to normal. So, they had gotten a new and slightly nicer trailer home and relocated to the outskirts of the same trailer park.  

Max hadn’t ever explicitly said that she was secretly happy to have him there, but Steve knew she was especially since she had always seemed to be there whenever he had come by to help Eddie with his similar healing process.  

He shakes the thoughts away to question if this is really a good idea. Eddie is probably still pissed at him, and he’s pretty sure Dustin won’t be able to talk Eddie down this time. There’s a knock on his window. 

“Join the land of the freezing,” Robin says. 

Steve opens up his car door and shivers as the cold wind stings his face. He cuddles up against Robin and asks, “Do you think this is a horrible idea?” 

“Probably,” Robin says honestly. “But everyone is pretty excited.” 

“Hey! What song are we singing first?” Suzie yells at Steve. 

He takes a moment. Oh shit, he didn’t think about it. “Uhhh...” he trails off trying to think. 

“’Rocking Around the Christmas Tree,’” Robin yells back. Steve gives her a look. “Gives you a chance to finally sing the chorus like Eddie talked about.” 

Steve gives her an incredulous look and glances around to find Nancy. When he spots her, he says, “Nancy, you have the best girlfriend in the entire world.” 

“I know,” she replies and hooks her arm around Robin’s free one. 

They all start on their way to Eddie’s trailer, and Steve hopes he doesn’t look out the window because he imagines they look more threatening than jolly. When they get there Dustin shoves him forward saying, “This was your idea.” 

Steve raises his hand and hesitates. Here goes nothing. He knocks. 

The door swings open and a slightly miserable looking Eddie opens the door. “Steve...” 

The group erupts in a horrendous rendition of ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree.’ Steve is pretty sure Eddie says, “Jesus H. Christ,” under his breath a few times, while standing a bit uncomfortably in the doorway. 

The group comes to an end when Steve finally cuts them off after he’s pretty sure no one know where they are in the song and have sung the same chorus three times in a row. “Alright, alright, thank you guys. I’ll catch up with you guys in a couple of minutes after I convince Eddie to join us.” 

When Steve turns back, Eddie’s eyebrows are raised looking a bit done with him. He hopes it’s just about his remark and not in general. The group waves their goodbyes and Robin shoots him a thumbs up. 

Steve smiles apologetically at Eddie. He sighs and backs up, “Come on in.” 

Steve thanks him as he steps into the warm trailer. “I’m sorry-” 

“I’m sorry-” 

They both look at each other in disbelief. Steve beats him to talking first. “Eddie, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while-” 

Eddie interrupts him quickly “No, no, it’s okay. I realized that you were just trying to end things before anyone got feelings and got hurt. I overreacted, and I’m sorry.” 

Before anyone got feelings. Oh. “Yeah, yeah. I was just... looking after you. Looking after us,” Steve lies. 

“Because that’s what friends do,” Eddie says, fidgeting with his rings. 

“Yeah, friends,” Steve confirms.  

The air between them is still tense. Steve steps into Eddie’s space and wraps his arms around him, hooking his chin over his shoulder. He breathes a sigh of relief when he feels Eddie’s arms go up and pull him in closer, burying his head in his neck. “I think we need to work on our communication skills,” Eddie mutters against his neck. 

Steve nearly snorts at the irony of the statement. He resists the strong urge to kiss Eddie on the forehead as he says, “Yeah, I think we really do.” 

They linger in the hug for a moment longer than Steve thinks friends are supposed to, but he’s pretty sure him and Eddie have never had the most conventional friendship. Steve breaks the hug remembering Eddie’s concern. “Get some warmer clothes on, man, you’re going caroling with us.” 

Eddie pouts but heads off towards his room calling out, “I didn’t sign up for this!” 

“Don’t worry, I signed up for you!” Steve jokes. 

“You’re going to regret that!” Eddie yells out. 

And maybe he was right because once they catch up to the group, he sings obnoxiously loud and off-key – although Steve knows he can sing. Whenever he doesn’t know the words, he fills in the verse by singing “I don’t know the words” in whatever tune they’re singing until he can recall a few. 

As they move on to another trailer, Steve shoves his arm, “You’re insufferable, you know that?” 

“I told you that you were going to regret it,” Eddie states, leaning into his space until Steve pushes him away with a laugh. Steve looks at the group far ahead from them and says, “Come on slow poke.” 

As he jogs off and Eddie follows, Steve hears him ask, “Is that the best insult that you...” he trails off. Steve glances over at him as he approaches the group with what he’s sure is a confused look. “Steve, we need to leave.” 

Now Steve can tell when Eddie is joking, and, right now, he is not. Before he can tell the group, he already hears the problem, “You guys look familiar...” the owner of the trailer says. 

Steve looks towards the man and immediately recognizes him. 

“Nah, there must be some kind of mistake here, man. We’re just Christmas carolers,” Argyle says with a laugh, unaware of what’s happening. 

Steve tugs on Dustin’s shoulder and whispers, “Get on my back.” 

“What?” Dustin questions. 

“Are you the people who stole my RV?!” the man yells.  

“Oh fuck,” Dustin says and jumps on Steve’s back. 

“Run!” Steve yells, taking off with Dustin on his back. 

The group sprints beside him while Argyle asks, “You guys stole his trailer?!” 

The group yells back, “Run!” 

Steve sees Max starting to trail behind the others. Fuck, Steve had forgotten that Vecna had broken her leg too. Her recovery process was faster than Dustin’s because that girl is a freak of nature, but now it’s starting to get the best of her. 

A streak of brown hair passes by him. “Hop on, Red!” Eddie yells, and squats in front of her. As soon as she’s on his back, Eddie is sprinting away past all the others as he spots their cars. 

Damn, that should not be as hot as Steve finds it. 

When they get to the cars, the older man is far behind them. The group gets into random cars and start driving off. Steve stays last in his car with Dustin, Eddie, and Max to ensure no one gets left behind. 

By the time they’re on the road, Eddie is cackling and grabbing Steve’s hand. Steve can’t help but laugh as well and squeeze Eddie’s hand back. Even though they’re just friends, today is a good day. 

Part Ten.

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Christmas Wish

A Tim Rockford fan fic

I got in from the cinema tonight at about 10:30 watches a bit of tv & then went on tiktok & then couldn’t sleep. It’s now 2am & a small idea I had I’ve now almost completed a first draft of. & I think you will get the finished product soon. See this is why I have lots of fics in draft. Because bang I will get a new idea & then I’ll just write. Also I can’t believe I’m writing Tim again. Send help (but please don’t)

Synopsis: your taking your kids to see Santa but your husband isn’t sure he will make it on time. But a Santas wish box might make all your dreams come true.

Word count:3800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, swearing. Previous sexual encounters & fantasies mentioned. Husband & wife, swearing. Mentions of alcohol, teasing, crime is mentioned but not in detail, bedroom voice, Tim likes to be incontrol but he’s not a dom. cock warming, intense sex.

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is welcome.

3 rings, he always answers exactly after 3 rings no matter who it is. Today is no different.

“Detective Rockford” he answers professionally.

“Tim?” He turns red straight away & starts mouthing to the two other officers in the room with him working the case. He’s saying it’s you & it’s a family emergency.

“Ahhh hang on” he scurries out of the room & into his office down the corridor closing the door behind him. “Sorry still working the case, we’ve almost made a break through.” He says as he rubs his hand across his forehead. He always tried to think like the criminal to catch them & this case has pushed him a little. He’s often got home late exhausted & full of concern that that longer this person is on the loose, the harder it will be to find them.

“That’s not the only thing that needs to be considered” you say. He can hear babbling going on in the back ground. He’s worked out it’s your 5 year old & 2 year old. “How much later are you going to be tonight Tim?” You sound exasperated.

“Maybe an hour, so close, we’re so so close,” he then pauses “wait… I’m missing something, arent I?” He says. You falling silent down the other end of the phone confirms this. “Fuck! What am I missing?” His eyes scrunch up in anger, that he’s got caught up in his work once again. You knew being Mrs Rockford would come with moments like this, but recently it’s becoming more frequent.

“It’s 5pm at the moment, we are meant to all be meeting Santa at the North Pole Grotto at 6:30pm” you say calmly down the phone. You know annoying him by going I told you to set a reminder when you booked it 2 months ago, will piss him off. “I understand though Tim, this is a huge case. It will make our town safe. I can call them up & push it to next week if I do it in the…” Tim then hears your 5 year old son start singing jingle bells in the back ground. He knows he’s probably in his light up raindeer jumper & is so excited to see Santa tonight.

“No, you have to go. I’ll try & get there. I’m sure I’ve got the address, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I can…”

“No I can hear Jason singing in the background, don’t break his heart, I’ll make it up to him & Grace & you, especially you.” He looks at his watch. He can do this. He’s then disturbed as someone taps on the glass of his door. “Baby I gotta go, but promise me you’ll take the kids okay, even if I have to then come back to work, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I…”

“Promise me” he used his moody interrogation voice. That’s how you met. You had been a witness to a crime & he talked to you at the police station. He got no new clues out of you, but you left your number in case he needed to ask you anything else. 3 weeks later, you were handcuffed to his bed, screaming Tim’s name as he licked every inch of your pussy. His face glistening as he told you how good you tasted before he ravaged you for the next 2 days. Even detective Rockford through a sicky to pleasure his new girlfriend. That was almost 8 years ago. You knew what you were getting yourself into by having a relationship with someone like him, both work wise & sexually.

“Okay detective” you say & then sigh. He doesn’t even say bye down the phone, clearly somethings come up. You say to the beeping cancel tone “I love you baby” before Jason starts jumping about to the next Christmas song.

*

You are sat in the ‘north pole’ bouncing Grace on your lap who looks adorable in her snowman outfit. Jason is busy saying exactly what he wants Santa to get him.

“A rocket ship, lego, slime, chocolate, more chocolate…” the list keeps going.

“Yea Jason. Santa will see us in a second. He’s got lots of people to see. I think you just need to pick 3 items for today.” You say & he sits down next to you.

“What do you want for Christmas Mummy?” He asks. You had no idea your son was so thoughtful. The look on his face is genuine. He really wants to know.

“For you & your sister to have the best Christmas” you say & wrap your arms around him. His hug is pure love, the only kind of love a 5 year old can give.

“Oooh im not sure I can wrap that up, what can I actually get you?” Jason hugs you. You know what you really want but you know Jason can’t get it for you. You go to answer with something trivial, but your then interupted by a teenager dressed as an Elf.

“The Rockfords?” You stand up & go to speak.

“Yep that’s us” an echoing voice comes from down the corridor. Tim is lightly jogging your way & the beam on your face can’t be denied.

“Daddy!” Tim scopes Jason up into his arms.

“Hey sport” he gives his boy a big kiss & ruffles Graces hair as she’s almost asleep on you. “Couldn’t miss this for the world” he kisses your cheek & you turn as red as a robins breast. Tim is still in his full detective gear. Holsters & everything. It’s giving you flash backs to some previous role play. He’s previously just left his tie & the holsters on while he’s fucked you & fake interrogated you in bed. The last time he did it, he growled just before his point of climax are you on birth control, you screamed no. You didn’t know Tim had a breeding kink until that moment as he went oh we’re gonna make this stick then. He fucked you all night, even when you woke up in the morning. He was late for work that’s day & you walked slowly for a week. The man delivered though, 9 months later Grace was born.

“I’m glad you made it baby” you say to him as you enter the first room & you are both offered a mince pie. Tim bites into his & his face lights up even more.

“Oooh this tastes good, I haven’t eaten since breakfast” he says & after you’ve had a small bite of yours, you offer it to him. There’s no point rolling your eyes at Tim not eating, his job means he sometimes doesn’t stop for hours. “Thanks beautiful” he says.

You’re then asked if you’d all like to stand infront of a fake fire for a family photo. Usually Tim hates this but he sees Jason get ready to pose & smile.

“Oooh absolutely” a few sensible & also funny family photos are taken in front of the fire & you know by the time you are done with Santa, you will have the jpegs emailed across to print off at home. Tim smiles genuinely in every single photograph. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. Those eyes that made you fall for him, dazing in the fake fire light. So warm cozy & loving much like his hugs on a cold winters night. He sees you look & looks back into your own soft blue eyes. “Hello you” he whispers. He can see the love reflecting back to him. His hand slowly fits in yours. So large but soft. The way his thumb goes across your knuckles to start with arouses you.

“Are you all ready to meet Santa?” the elf says, bring you both back to reality.

“Yes” Jason shouts. You & Tim both nod. You’re just happy to see Tim enjoying a family moment & forgetting about work stress.

“Well let’s go” The elf lifts up the icicle beaded curtain & Jason bounds in & you & then Tim follow.

There sits Santa. On his big red chair. A large tree, 3 large sacks of gifts & a few toys on the floor. It’s in a cabin setting. Jason doesn’t move, hes star struck.

“Go on Jason” you say & he then grabs Tim’s leg feeling a little shy.

“Hohoho is that Jason Rockford?” Santa asks in his deep voice. Jason nods, but still hangs onto daddy. “& that then must be mummy & daddy & is that your little sister Grace?” He asks, rubbing his belly. His beard is magnificently white & the suit is cherry red. You knew there was a reason why people booked up this Santa experience.

“How do you know my sisters name?” Jason asks suspiciously.

“It’s my job to know everyone’s name” Santa laughs “especially those on the nice list” Jason still hasn’t budged from Tim. Tim then gets down to his knees & looks at his son.

“Come on Jason, it’s only Santa, he wants to talk to you” he gestures. Jason still says nothing, not moving, standing firm. “Didn’t you want to tell him what was on your Christmas list, you told mummy earlier didn’t you.” Jason then shakes his head. Seeing Santa might have been what he’s wanted for the last 3 weeks but a 5 year old can’t process all those emotions. “Then tell me, tell daddy.”

“Chocolate” Jason says quietly.

“Sorry sport, speak up I missed that”

“More chocolate”

“Oooh chocolate I love chocolate” Santa Ho Ho Hos again & leans into a box,” i like Milky Way”

“That’s my fave too” Jason turns his head & he sees Santa holding one. In a flash Jason is no longer star struck or shy. He is on Santas knee, telling him about his gifts he’s like & what he thinks Grace wants & the elf’s take photos.

“He’s forward like his mum” Tim whispers in your ear as you hand Grace over for the kids to have their own Santa photo.

“& shy to start with like his dad, but then once your out of the shell” you smile at him.

“Thought you like me being outgoing and adventurous” Tim says. He then does that thing with his hand, the way he rubs it around his neck always has you pining, you have no idea why, it just does.

“I want any version of you my love” you then see Santa start to wrap it up the fun.

“Now here’s a small gift” he starts & he hands one to Jason & one to you for Grace as Tim picks her up.” To keep you going until Christmas night okay”

“Wow really, thanks Santa” Jason hugs him & we thank him too.

“Don’t forget to put your Christmas wishes in the box on your way out. Ho Ho Ho & Merry Christmas” he says & your family leave the room.

You look at the wish box & get Jason to write his down & you do one for Grace. But then you see Tim with a piece of paper.

“Baby what are you…”

“You need to do one too” he says as take a photo of his before he drops his in the box “otherwise your Christmas wish won’t come true” you smile & do the same.

“Okay Tim” after dropping your wish into the box, you leave as a family & Tim helps you get the kids in the car, once you get to the car park.

“Are you coming home” you ask being hopeful.

“No I’m not, I have to go back, I’ve got a murderer interview to conduct.”

“You found them”you say excitedly.

“Yes, the team left to arrest him while I’ve been here, but I promise to not be too late okay” you can tell by the looks of it in his eyes that he wants to do nothing more than follow you & the kids home right now. Both will be sound asleep before he gets home tonight, there’s even a chance you might be.

“It’s okay baby, I get It” you smile & go to open your car door but he blocks you getting into it. Your eyes connect & the kiss Tim gives is sweet & soft & your gloved hands graze his beard. You don’t want this kiss to end. He looks full of both sorrow & love as the kiss breaks.

“I love you” Tim says & he traces his thumb across your lips & leaves you standing by the car as he walks off to go get in his.

*

Christmas Day madness has happened & you get into bed in your new pink fleece snoopy pyjamas that you got for Christmas. The clean up can start tomorrow. Your parents have agreed to get up if the kids are an issue tonight. In walks Tim into the bedroom in his dark blue pinstripe Pyjamas & he gets under the duvet with you & kisses your cheek.

“I’ve got 1 more Christmas gift for you baby & I think you have one for me”he says with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Tim you know that we were always going to have…”

“No no nope, im not talking about sex” he says & he grabs his phone. “I want to show you what my Christmas wish was that I asked Santa for.” Your eyes dilate. You’d forgotten you did that on the evening you met Santa but now you’re excited to see what his was & to share yours.

“Really Tim?” You say excitedly & move close to him under the duvet. Your hand goes for his groin automatically, you know full well that sex is also on the cards, as you slip your hand beneath his bottoms. He lets out a small deep moan & you’re not just hot due to your new fluffy sleep wear. You want your husband, & he wants his wife.

“Y…ye…oooh yes” he says. You’re not sure if that’s a reaponse to sharing or your hand working his length or both, but the way his eyebrows twitch & the more breathing he does you think it’s more from arousal. He then grabs your hand & takes it away. “I don’t want to cum already” he mumbles & pulls you in so your head rests on his top. Such a firm chest & the broadest shoulders tower above you.

He scrolls through his photos.

“Your not worried you wish won’t come true baby”

“Ooh sweetheart” Tim kisses your forehead “it’s Christmas it’s a time for miracles” he says cockily.

“Did you just try & be Hans Gruber?” You ask & you both giggle.

“Guilty as charged” he says & then he flips his phone around & you look at what he wrote on the piece of paper. Your eyes well up.

For my families love & understanding everyday, not just at Christmas.

Your arms fling around his neck & you kiss him hard. So deep so passionate so intense.

“You’ve always had that Tim”

“I know, I just sometimes take it for granted” the way his hand strokes your hair sends a sensation down your spine. His lips are soft as the keep making contact with yours.

“Do you…”

“After this” he moans as he reaches the hem of your fleece top, always a man who knows what he wants. A man who gets results. He might not be in his detective gear right now, but it wasn’t the detective fantasy you fell in love with 8 years ago. It was those big eyes, that smoulder, the messy hair, the deep sexual voice, those large hands that make your body do extraordinary things. You love Tim Rockford, he never had to be a detective to get you in bed, although now that is sometimes useful.

Your pyjamas are off before his & he kisses your tummy. Your stretch marks always get the first kisses just before he slips inside you. You still don’t like them & always gasp when he kisses them.

“There’s nothing sexier than these baby, they made the two best things in my life, be proud” his top has gone & his bottoms follow quickly. His long length dripping already. You’re so aroused that you know you won’t need lube tonight. The way his hands caress your hips as he goes between your legs. You feel the tip tease your clit & the moan you let out has Tim licking his lip.”okay maybe that noise is, make that noise again” he breaches you. He’s not fully in but it has you hand clutching the pillow. He always makes you stretch. He likes to go in slowly & sensually. You oblige & moan again. “That’s my good girl, you’re on my nice list” the next rock he’s almost fully inside. You’re already clamping around him. He feels so good.

“a nice list?” You stutter.

“Yes” the next thrust he’s completely inside you & you cry his name. “You are such a good girl except when it comes to sex, then your naughty but you do that to make me happy” he raises his eyebrows as his next thrusts hits the soft spot. The one that makes you see starts. You close your eyes, pleasure taking over as he slowly rocks into you & your body responds enjoying each movement. Your eyes open after an extraordinary kiss. He feels even deeper inside you tonight. You’re extra sensitive to each graze inside your core.

He lowers himself so he’s all but lying on top of you. Just hoovering slightly. His hands grab either side of the pillow by your head. You lift your hands up & hold his face, & look directly into his eyes. The sweat glistening off his head. His body moving in a rhythm that’s unmatched. It makes you purr.

“Baby”

“Oooh baby”

It’s intense staring into each others eyes. The way he works his hips. Your friction against him has you whimpering.

“Ooooh yes yes yes yes don’t stop, keep going oooh fuck” your heart races.

“Oooh you like that, fuck you do” those massive brown eyes are the largest you’ve ever seen. He’s lost in his lust & desire for you. That turns you on even more.

“Tim oh Tim. Yes Tim”

“You take me so well baby” one of the hands stops gripping the pillow & lightly goes around your neck. Each thrust deep. It hits the spot without fail. You feel extraordinarily sexy as his grinds his teeth. The beads of sweat drip onto your chest.

“Keep going im so close” you just about get the words out. His grip tightens & you start gasping & he is pulsing. You’re sure the bed is creaking. You’re hoping no one can hear your collective moans.

“You wanna cum?” Tim growls as his other hand tugs at your hair. “Do you think you’ve earnt it? Do you want to drench me? Make me spill inside you?” you love it when he gets in the zone & starts using his menacing voice. Criminals cave in for this tone but you squirt when he gets it right. What brings nightmares for others makes you orgasm.

“Ye yea…. Yess”

“If I cum your gonna keep me warm, your going to sleep all night with my hard throbbing cock buried inside you. We’re gonna stimulate you so you stay wet & I stay hard. You’re gonna be cock drunk when you wake up on Boxing Day, my naughty wife.” You hear these words escape Tim’s mouth but they don’t make sense. You’ve lost all cognitive thoughts. Your about to scream so that everyone knows your husband has satisfied you. “Cum baby, cum for your hubby”

The way you scream Tim’s name is deep & low, because you are almost speechless. You gush & drench his length as he keeps going inside you. Even if you weren’t speechless, nothing could describe what you’re experiencing right now.

“Yes baby, that’s my girl, oooh fuck oooh god oooh yesssss” Tim screams. His hand squeezes once more around your neck, his sperm flows inside you, filling you up. His body also juddering, from the extreme pleasure. He sharply let’s go of your neck & you gasp for as much air as you can in 3 seconds before your mouth is occupied with his. Your bodies roll you both out of your highs, slow rocks to calm you down. His hands are in your hair & on your breasts. Yours are also in his hair & stroking that small little patch he has in his beard, your favourite place for cheeky kisses. Eventually your bodies do stop rocking & your collective panting goes quiet. There is a squelching noice from his penis still semi hard inside your.

“Baby” you eventually say & flutter your eyes open.

“Ooh baby in deed” he goes to roll off you & then remembers his promise. You moan slightly as he withdraws but he is swiftly back inside you semi hard, being your big spoon. Even like this he feels good inside you. Cock warming is often something you do as you fall asleep after sex.

“Was that the best Christmas gift?”Tim whispers.

“Well it’s either that or the watch?” You giggle as he moves your hair to the side to kiss your neck. Such small soft little pecks.

“See we can make everyone’s Christmas wish come true” he says. “Hang on you never showed me what you asked santa for”

“Did I not?”

“No we got so into the moment after my reveal that we forgot”

“Hmmm”you reach your arm out & grab your phone. A smile comes across your face. “Promise to not over react?” You say with a little snigger.

“Baby what could…” Tim then looks & the photo on the phone startled. He takes it from you & stares at it. He then throws it down the end of the bed. His hands trail down your body as harder kisses fill your neck & cheek. “Seriously?” You nod “but today? How?” He’s really shocked.

“I was in charge” you smile & turn your head around so his lips can find yours.

“My cleaver girl”

You slowly both nod off to sleep exhausted, his cock still inside you, the kisses eventually stop. His hand also stops rubbing his most favourite place of all. Eventually your phone screen turns off. Your wish was always going to be true.

For Jason & Grace to love their new sibling, who should be here come August.

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MIchael Keith Humphrey, Missouri inmate 1264642, born 1984, incarceration intake in 2022 at age 38, sentenced to life with parole

Murder

In January 2023, the man convicted of helping kill a prominent snake breeder in Montgomery County sought for a new trial.

Attorneys for Michael Humphrey filed his appeal on Jan. 26 in the state's Eastern District Court of Appeals. The appeal says Judge Jason Lamb should not have allowed a key witness to testify about what a co-defendant in the murder case of Ben Renick told him about who did it.

A jury convicted Humphrey in October 2021 of first-degree murder and armed criminal action for killing Ben Renick at his farm in 2017. Prosecutors changed his charge to second-degree murder and recommended a life sentence with parole in exchange for his testimony against Renick's wife, Lynlee Renick.

Lynlee Renick was convicted in December 2021 of second-degree murder and armed criminal action. She was sentenced to the jury's recommendation of 16 years in prison.

Special public defender Kevin Schriener said in his only point that Brandon Blackwell should not have been allowed to testify at Humphrey's trial. Blackwell told Missouri State Highway Patrol investigators that Lynlee Renick told him about the shooting when they started dating after Ben's death. Blackwell claimed Lynlee recruited Humphrey to help her get a gun and kill Ben as the couple struggled with their marriage.

Schriener said courts can't allow statements made about a defendant's possible participation in a crime after the fact without that person being present when made.

"Mr. Blackwell’s testimony that Ms. Renick had told him everything that she and Mr. Humphrey did was inadmissible hearsay as it was not in furtherance of the conspiracy and there is no evidence that Mr. Humphrey was present when Ms. Renick made it to Mr. Blackwell and acquiesced in its making," Schriener said. "Even without trial counsel objecting to this testimony, the trial court should have recognized its inadmissible nature and taken action to correct it."

Humphrey's attorneys did not object to Blackwell's testimony at trial, nor did they file a motion for a new trial. Appellate judges will need to find that Lamb committed plain error in allowing Blackwell to testify, which attorney Jennifer Bukowsky said is a higher bar than if the issue had been raised at trial.

Blackwell was in the Boone County Jail at the time of his 2020 interview with the patrol on accusations he violated a protection order Lynlee Renick had against him. A judge had ordered no bond for him, but lowered it following his talk with investigators. Those criminal charges were dropped following Lynlee Renick's sentencing. Lynlee Renick sued Blackwell for defamation in 2022.

Blackwell did not testify in Lynlee Renick's trial. Her attorneys said Blackwell invoked his Fifth Amendment rights during depositions before the case.

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