#so anyways i was chewing my mom out for this and i told her we're burning up in here and its not fair that all of us have to put up with it

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GymRat!Miguel Part 8

content warning: fluff, a little bit of hurt/comfort, some mentions of food, 18+ so MDNI, thigh riding 😙, thigh fucking 🤪, public indecency??? exhibitionism???, katoptronophilia aka mirror sexy time (thanks for the word jelly 🪼), just overall a really good time

word count: 4.4k, not proofread (we're only gearing up to what I assume will be another giant chapter 😷)

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GymRat!Miguel who does some sets of push-ups, sit-ups, and leg raises in place of the gym. You watch him while you wait for room service, encouraging him from the side. Your presence was especially needed during the sit-ups when you sit at his feet, holding them down and giving him kisses when sits up.

GymRat!Miguel who sings loudly in the shower after his workout. You have to answer the door with an apology as the server laughs at Miguel belting out Britany Spears.

GymRat!Miguel who finally decides to respond to his texts. He’s had enough time to cool off and your presence was like a calm breeze, kissing away at his skin.

He discards his empty plate, placing it back on the cart. You’re still chewing away at some fluffy pancakes, enjoying the views of the high-rise hotel as the default channel played soft jazz.

GymRat!Miguel who lays in your lap while you eat some fruit. He has his phone in his hands ready to type, but he opens his mouth, silently begging for you to feed him grapes and pineapple chunks.

He hums to himself happily when you comply, combing a hand through his hair. He felt so peaceful like this. Serene.

GymRat!Miguel who sighs as he opens the message app. Here we go.

Abuela 💕:

“Abuela I’ll call you tonight”

“And there will be no babies. Not now”

“There better not be!”

Pa:

“Gracias pa”

“I’m glad you were able to meet her”

“She means a lot to me”

“I can tell”

“Mijo you pack a big punch!”

“Uno más!!!”

“You got that from me 👍🏽”

“Sure did pa 😭”

Gabri 🤡🤏🏽:

“You’re such an instigator”

“It’s not instigating. It’s reporting 😌”

“‘It’s reporting ☝🏽🥸’”

“Shaddap”

“You think I’m letting a member of the robotics team bully me?”

“You have perfect pitch and play the saxophone”

“You’re not winning this battle”

“Aren’t you supposed to be entertaining my girl? 🤨”

“Direct this clown act to her”

“Not sure how she puts up with it but I’ll free her soon”

“Stfu”

“A real man would be doing OTHER things but I digress”

“Did you really have to send a pic”

“You hate me”

“It’s clear to me now”

“Anyway what’s this about Tyler punching things”

“OHHHHH”

“He got him good”

“Square in the face”

“A bloody mouth to match his nose”

“TWINEM”

“Good”

"Pa said he granted me the ability to punch"

“He can dream on about that”

“Because where tf is my strength 😒”

"He punched Tyler before"

"Your time will be soon"

"😕"

"Also Ik about Nancy cheating already"

"Tyler told me in high school"

"I didn't want to be the one to tell Kron"

"Ur better than me"

"I would have told him that after that punch"

"YOUR MOM IS A HOMEWRECKER!"

"That's not what that means but ok"

Dana:

“Does your bf know you’re lusting after others?”

“Not if you don’t tell 😙”

“….I don’t think I want to give you her number”

“You’re perfect for Gabri”

“You’re both unbearable”

“What’s unbearable is I’m not talking to your gf rn”

“It’s too many O’Haras”

“Too much testosterone”

“SAVE ME MIG’S GF”

“MIG’S GF SAVE ME!!!”

Dad….Tyler:

“It’s ok. For what it’s worth, I can tell that you had good intentions.”

“Gabri told me what happened”

“I apologize for acting out of order and punching your son, but I couldn’t let him disrespect my girlfriend and my mom. No matter how difficult she may be, I’m the one who should tell her about it. Not him.”

"I completely understand that. You did what you thought was right, and that's far more admirable than what Kron did."

"In another reality, you and Kron could get along. For now, I will aim for cordial. I will make sure that he apologizes to you, your girlfriend, and Conchata."

"I don't want an apology if it's not genuine."

"Let's move on from that. You said you wanted to make it up to me? I saw that you added more dates to the hotel. Thank you for that, you didn't have to."

"Yes! If you are willing, I would love for you and your girlfriend to meet with me. I actually arranged something for you, Gabriel, and your girlfriends. I want to hear your input before I finalize the details."

"Sure thing. Is this afternoon ok?"

"That's perfect. I'll see you then."

Ma:

Read: 11:10 AM ✓✓

“Ugh,” Miguel groans, shutting his phone off and closing his eyes.

You stop rubbing his hair and look down, “What’s wrong?”

Miguel grunts as he moves your hand to continue, “My mom wants me to come home. Not sure if I want to do that right now. Not unless I know she’s ready to be accountable for once, which I highly doubt.”

You hum in understanding, “She’s still your mom, though. You’ll have to see her eventually.”

“My mom or not, she had no right to talk to you the way she did,” Miguel said reaching his hand up to your face. “It was cruel and…strange coming towards you. She doesn’t know you. Not yet, anyway.”

It’s not like she was trying to know you, either. Miguel seemed to understand this in your silence.

“I have to go grab some clothes so she might just get her wish,” Miguel says, turning his head towards your stomach.

You look down at him, “You don’t have to. Today is my last day here.”

“Well, lucky for us, Tyler extended the stay for a few more days,” he grinned. He started to move your shirt to fondle your skin.

Your stomach twitched as his breath brushed your skin. He started to kiss along your front, head disappearing under your sweater. He hummed as he started to tug at your underwear with his teeth.

“Hey,” you say, watching his head moving around through the material. “Stop that and finish talking.”

You pulled your sweater up to reveal him, his teeth still holding the band of your panties and eyes like a cat that got caught.

He let the band go close to your stomach so it wouldn’t snap, “This visual is making me forget everything.” His eyes are heavy and wandering.

You look to where he’s looking to see that you’re essentially flashing him.

You drop your shirt in embarrassment, letting out a sound of panic.

“No, no, baby let me see.”

“No, you’re at such a weird angle.”

“All art must be viewed up close and personal.”

Miguel sat up from your lap. He watched as you huffed and pinched the neckline of your sweater, moving it for air.

"You're so confident from afar, but when I'm near you like this, you get so shy. Even in public, you can be so bold. It's just you and me here."

"It's just," you watch Miguel as he crowds your space. His mouth goes behind your ear to press his lips into your skin. "I don't know. It feels like...more when it's just us. More real."

"Does it not feel real when we're in public?"

Miguel sits back, eyes wondering to yours. There's a pinch in his eyebrows, so faint you almost miss it.

"It does! That's not what I mean."

"Then, what is it? Tell me. Talk to me."

"I want to do more with you."

"But?" Miguel holds your hands in his, stopping you from picking at the loose threads of the sweater. He rubs them with his thumbs, itching to pull you closer.

"But, when you look at me like that, I feel like I could pass out. I get overwhelmed and nervous. I don't want to say or do anything stupid. It gets harder to control myself. I feel crazy."

Oh.

Oh.

"Then there are moments when my brain fools me into thinking that you don't like me in the way that I like you. Moments when that girl from not so long ago comes back, ashamed of herself and her body. A small part of me that thinks you could date anyone else and you're settling."

Miguel takes a moment to process your words.

He takes a breath, then opens his mouth.

"You really don't understand how much you affect me, do you?"

Miguel pulled you in his lap, fed up with this charade.

You grip his shoulders, steadying your balance with how fast he grabbed you.

"Miguel-"

"I don't know everything that your last boyfriend did to you and I don't know everything that you've experienced because of your body. Baby, I don't even know what you've seen all this time to make you think you're not worthy of love and respect, but I'm here to squash it."

"I meant it when I said that I love you. I'll learn it in a hundred languages just to remind you. I'll even tattoo it on my forehead for you to be reminded of it every single time you see me."

"I don't think you need to go that far," you say, eyes warm.

"No, I think I should. Anything for you to understand me. Anything for you to see you like how I see you."

"Letting out my deepest darkest secrets here, but do you know what I did when we first met?"

You shake your head, curious.

"I had a dream about you that was so good, I fell out of my bed. Peter never lets me live it down."

"A sweet dream?"

"Now, you and I both know it was more than that. Two cold showers should answer your questions."

You hide your face in his neck, heartbeat drumming through you, "Did you really?"

"Hand to heart. I understand your feelings. I acknowledge them too, but I need you to understand mine as well. Trust me when I say that you are unbelievably sexy. I love you and your body. My eyes caught your appearance before I came to know your personality. Anybody would be lucky to have you, but I'm the luckiest because you chose me."

Miguel hugged you close and kissed your head.

"Now let's rewind. You said you feel crazy when you're close to me?"

You groan in his neck.

"Uncontrollable? Heated?"

"Miggy, stop."

"My girlfriend is head over heels for me," Miguel hummed as he rubbed his hands down your naked legs. "She wants to ruin me."

"No, I don't."

"She's still wearing my clothes with nothing underneath but her panties and is leaning all over me. Her thighs are around my waist and she just told me that she wants me."

"You put me here," you lean up and stare at him. Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were dewey.

"She's looking at me like she's upset, but now I know that her heart is going crazy. I want to kiss her."

"Then do it," you whisper.

The kiss is sweet, the taste of fruit and syrup still on your lips. You finally relax in his arms, body melted against his. His hands slip under your sweater, dancing over your back. Your skin is soft and warm, a blanket over Miguel's figure.

The time where you two connect extends deeper and longer. You let your hands venture further than the nape of his neck, roaming until you brush across his chest. Miguel's breath hitched as your nails raked his nipple, chest jumping at the impact.

You break for a second, wanting to get air, but Miguel leans back in, desperate. He's whining, groping your body all over. His noises go straight to your core, twitching above him. He matches your pace, dragging your hips across his, reveling in how fast your body was reacting to him.

When he leans back, there's a string of saliva connecting you two. He's breathing hard as he watches you.

"Can I take this off? Please," Miguel grips the bottom of your sweater, eyes pleading.

You bite your lip and slide the sweater over your head, dropping it to the bed. You bring your hands over the top of your chest, arms framing your breasts.

You can't look Miguel in the eyes, too shy, "Is this fine?"

Miguel's eyes almost turn as he watches you, so shy but so seductive. He reaches out to cup your breasts in his hands, groaning when they plush through his fingers.

"You're so," Miguel rubs his thumbs across your nipples, enjoying you twitching and gasping in his hold. "Fuck."

His gaze burned into you, hungry as you lapped his tongue around your nipples. You let out a whimper when you feel him pull your skin in, mouth hot. It doesn't beat his pleased hum, voice like a man finally getting relief.

He massages your vacant breast, movements getting harsher. His grip is like a vice making it harder for you to second-guess yourself.

You hiss and rake your hands through his hair, "B-baby, be careful."

"Lo siento, mi amor," Miguel says, kissing across your areolas. "'M sorry."

You find your breath, fighting to steady your voice, "You're on me like we didn't just do something earlier."

Miguel paused and placed his cheek on your chest, "Baby, I'm a virgin and a man, not a prude. With practice, I could go all day."

The thought of that has you tightening your legs around him, hips stuttering. Miguel shifts to pull you over his left thigh.

"Does that excite you, baby?" Miguel smirks.

You close your eyes and nod, hips rolling over his thigh, keening high as he hikes his thigh closer to your sex and grips your waist. His muscles feel so good against you, the sounds getting wetter and wetter with each swipe.

"God, you're so pretty like this," Miguel sighs. "My gorgeous girl."

Your movements are becoming more frantic, Migiuel's voice in your ears spurring you on. He was sucking into your neck, growling as you scratched against his shoulder blades.

"That's right, baby. Keep going. Use me to get off," Miguel helped your hips keep a steady pace, pulling at your briefs to a makeshift thong. The tightness of your underwear combined with his thigh and his voice sends you into overdrive.

"Miguel!" you sob, hands gripping his hair. Your body trembles as you squeeze your thighs around him, cunt pulsating around nothing but your underwear, release leaking onto his leg.

Miguel cooed as you dropped your weight against him, body limp and hips fluttering with aftershocks. You panted as you kept your head on his shoulder, willing yourself to calm down.

"Are you ok?" Miguel asks, kissing your temple, your ear, your cheek. He feels you nod into his skin, blissed out.

"I like how you called me the needy one and you're the one who came three times today," Miguel mumbled, laughing as you swatted at his pec.

"I already confessed what you do to me. This shouldn't be shocking."

"Didn't say that. 'M just happy you feel more comfortable around me. It's what I want." One last kiss to your face seals his joy.

You lift up on shaky knees, hands holding onto Miguel for dear life. Your thighs were still shaking and your underwear was ruined. Miguel's cock twitched at the essence that seeped onto his leg, watching as sticky lines dragged from his skin to yours.

He grabbed you by the waist with one hand and wiped at your slick with another.

He's about to swipe at it with his tongue until you stop him.

"Miguel! Don't do that," you say, flustered.

"What? I'm just enjoying the fruits of my labor," he pouts as you grab some napkins and clean off his hands and thigh.

"So close to eating you, yet so far," he sighs miserably. "One day."

You ignore him and look down at his erection, taking a knuckle and lining the side. It was your first time really paying attention to him down there, now that you weren't distracted by his advances.

"What about you?"

He twitched as you walked along his clothed shaft, pre-come leaking through the fabric.

"As much as I want you to continue, we have to get ready for today," Miguel jerks as you continue your ministrations with a pout on your face. "And, I need condoms if you want to take this any further."

"Not even a blowjob?" you peer at him with your deer eyes again.

Miguel took a deep breath, "I was right. You are trying to ruin me."

GymRat!Miguel who lets you know that Tyler wants to meet you both after you both have changed clothes for the day. Something about a surprise.

"I love surprises!" you say turning to Miguel with a smile on your face. "As long as it's nothing like last night. I think it'll be ok."

Miguel matches your smile and presses his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who stops at his home briefly, trying to get in and get out. He manages to fill up his travel bag, drop off his laundry, and give Gabriel a heart attack all before his mom notices he's there.

"Where are you going?" Gabriel asks with his hand over his heart, headphones lopsided around his neck.

"None of your business, nosy."

"Uh, it kind of is my business. You think you're grown when you're really not."

Miguel rolls his eyes. He didn't really want to tell Gabriel, but sometimes he couldn't say no to him.

"We're going out to see Tyler. He has a surprise for us. He also said he arranged something for us including you and Dana."

"Oh shit! Ok. And if mom asks where you are?"

"Tell her I'll come by tomorrow. I'm spending the next few days with my girlfriend."

"Alrighty," Gabriel sing-songs, placing his headphones back on his head. "You kids be safe. Don't scare my girl away."

Miguel smacks Gabriel across the head and runs out the door before he can catch up.

GymRat!Miguel who just laughs at your face while you frantically unlock the car to let him in.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you ask, voice in a panic.

"A string bean is trying to attack me," he responds, giggling as Gabriel runs out of the house.

"I'm getting you back for that you oaf!" Gabriel yells as Miguel backs out of the driveway. He stops his anger to wave at you, which you return with a sweet smile.

"Baby, you're encouraging him."

GymRat!Miguel who guides you through the doors of a cafe that Tyler recommended. He sticks out like a sore thumb with his stark white hair and light clothing. The only semblance of color on him was his silver jewelry.

He sat there, typing away at his phone, oblivious to the people around him who found familiarity in his form.

"Dad," Miguel said, the word funny on his tongue. He tried to make an effort to refer to him as his father in public, something Tyler appreciated greatly.

"Son!" he got up and engulfed him in a hug, giving you a softer version afterward. "It's good to see you both."

"It's lovely to see you again as well, Mr. Stone," you say, giving Miguel a smile when he pulls your chair out for you. "Thank you so much for thinking of us after all that's happened. Thank you for paying for my stay as well, the hotel is very lovely."

"Anything for Miguel's loved ones," he smiles in a way that has a hint of Miguel. You feel better going into the rest of this meal.

GymRat!Miguel who almost chokes on his coffee before Tyler can finish his sentence.

"A yacht?!"

"Is it too much? I can do something else to your liking," Tyler frets, wiping his hands on his slacks. "I'm not sure what all kids your age like nowadays."

"I've never been on a yacht. so I don't even know how to react," Miguel responds.

The two of them are sporting the same deer-in-headlights look.

"I'm sure it would be a great experience for all of us. If everyone doesn't mind, I'm sure we can get together and have a great time," you say, helping the two of them out. "Something nice to start the summer off."

"That's great! I will have everything ready by the beginning of next month then," Tyler says, mood lifting immediately. He was a lot like a golden retriever. "With that in order, I'd like to grant you this."

He takes his wallet out, reaching in to grab a card.

As he slides it across the table, your eyes grow big.

It's a black card with T. Stone pressed across the bottom.

"What's this for?" Miguel asks, staring at the card with building curiosity.

"You all need clothes for the trip, don't you?" Tyler asks. "And I'm sure you need more clothes to wear this week. Please take this, I don't mind. I trust you not to go overboard. I'll let you know when to give it back."

Miguel took the card in his hands, the weight of it heavier than any of his own.

"I guess it's time for a shopping spree," Miguel said, a smile growing on his face.

GymRat!Miguel who drives you straight to the mall. The windows are down as you both laugh and sing to the song on the radio. Miguel wishes he could record this moment, but for now, he dials it back to replay in his memory.

GymRat!Miguel who is happy to carry your bags and encourages you to buy more. Whenever you start to feel like you've gone overboard, he just whispers "black card" in your ear like a devil on your shoulder.

GymRat!Miguel who convinces you to walk around the name-brand stores. He did have Tyler's card, but he was also thoroughly watching what you gravitated towards. He locked away so many gift ideas for later.

GymRat!Miguel who joins you in the mirror of a shades shop. The both of you take pictures with coordinating glasses and you giggle as Miguel makes silly faces in some of them.

GymRat!Miguel who becomes your doll as you pick out outfits for him. He's smiling down at you as you put different shirts up to his body, mumbling to yourself as you make decisions. So pretty.

GymRat!Miguel who waits while you try on some clothes, giddy whenever you show him a new outfit. You managed to find clothes that coordinated with his and you're super excited about it.

"Close your eyes!" you yell through the door.

He does so and listens for you to walk out. After you take a while, he opens his eyes a little.

"Baby, no peeking," you chastise.

He huffs and waits a little longer.

"Ok. 1, 2, 3, open!"

His eyes land on you in a dress that hugs your curves like no other. Your chest fills out the top perfectly and seeing your stomach through the front is driving him mad.

"Do you like it?" you turned around, giving Miguel a grand view of how your ass was sitting in the dress.

"Do the dressing rooms have a time limit?"

You blink at him owlishly, "No? Why?"

GymRat!Miguel who drags all of your bags and you back inside of the dressing room with lightning speed. As soon as he locks the door, he's attached to your lips, kneading at your ass and hips.

You gasp in his mouth, shocked at how fast he's moving.

"Miguel, what- oh," you sigh as he leans down and pulls your dress up, face buried in your neck.

"You look so good, mi amor. I can't help it."

GymRat!Miguel who almost cums when you pull his dick out. Your eyes grow along with his erection, watching as he twitches in your hold. You've never taken anyone this big and from your hesitance, Miguel can gather this much.

"We don't have to do anything. In fact, you don't have to do that here," he pants.

"You mean take you down my throat?" you ask, running your thumb over his head, watching in awe as liquid seeped out. Miguel bit his hand to quiet his moans. "I'll wait until we're somewhere more private and less noticeable that I'm on my knees for you."

Miguel looks at the open space under the dressing room door, "Yeah that's probably for the best."

GymRat!Miguel who places you in front of him, both of you facing the mirror. Your dress is bunched up and Miguel is rocking his cock in between your thighs.

He's bent down, biting lightly on your shoulder so that he doesn't shout. Your thighs were so warm and plush against him and his pre-cum was spewing out of him like a fountain.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he moans a little too loud after a few minutes.

GymRat!Miguel who watches you in the mirror. Your tits were so close to slipping from the top of your dress, the impact from his hips jerking your entire body. He grabbed at both of them, watching as you moan at the contact. His slaps got louder and louder, milky fluid running down your legs.

GymRat!Miguel who is overcome with need when you turn and run your tongue across his earlobe. He convulses as his release spurts across the room, landing on the mirror. He grips your hips and breathes hard into your skin, the tempo of his heart moving quick.

You pat his head and praise him, heavy eyes following your hand as you rub his tip that's still rubbing through your thighs. He whines, sensitive, but not moving away from you.

GymRat!Miguel who wipes you down carefully with some wipes you have in your purse. Luckily you both haven't ruined yet another pair of underwear.

He kisses you softly when he finishes, little confessions of love traveling from his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who checks the dressing room one last time, making sure he's gotten any evidence of his removed from the area. Your green dress is in his arms and you've changed back to your outfit.

The area is clean, but there are fresh hickeys on your neck, something he got carried away with.

GymRat!Miguel who walks out like nothing happened. You on the other hand, hand over some extra clothes you didn't like to a worker in slight embarrassment. He eyes you both with a look of horror.

GymRat!Miguel who feeds you Auntie Anne's in the crowded food court. You hum happily after each bite. He dusts cinnamon off the corner of your lips with a smile.

GymRat!Miguel who moves from dusting to leaning across the table to lick the crumbs off when a table full of guys keeps eying you.

"What was that for?" you asked, oblivious to the hound dogs around you.

"Nothing. I just love you, baby."

dividers by: @plutism 🩵

a/n: I got a very useful lesson on condoms and BJs while writing this chapter. It won't ever be applied to this fic, BUT it was still kinda fun nonetheless.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not helping my family pay for hospital bills?

🎷🔥 so i can find it later

This is going to need a lot of context right off the bat. I (20'sM) am a gay man that comes from an extremely conservative family. My sister (20'sF) is also a lesbian and recently got married and adopted a child. I'm very proud of her, but that's not the issue.

My parents seem to have little to no issue with my sister marrying a woman. They do have a very big issue with me liking dudes, however. Like, it was the reason my parents got divorced "big issue." I'm not gonna go into everything, but my sister ended up with my dad and I stayed with my mom for reasons I'd rather not share.

Our last parting was on... less than decent terms. Upon finding out that I was of the homosexual variety, my dad flipped his lid. He called me several slurs and said some other very hurtful things, and even made moves to physically attack me. My mom, also a very homophobic woman, stepped in and thankfully talked him down. Then divorce, etc etc.

I saved up enough money to move out when I turned 18 and may have done some impulsive things including completely trashing my mom's bathroom, which I know I'm definitely the asshole for, but in my defense my mom kept "forgetting" to pick up my prescriptions and I was manic (I have bipolar). But, again, I know I'm the AH for that.

I now live with my two best friends R (20sNB) and P (20sM) in a house we all pay for. R comes from money so they help out a lot, and I love them both to death. We kind of have a sort of situationship but none of us are poly? Idk it's weird we're just going with it rn.

Anyway, I bring them up bc we all went to my sister's wedding together, and my parents separately chewed me out for bringing them (and for R daring to wear a dress. They're amab for context) and I obviously argued back bc hey they're my best friends and my sister specifically said it was okay for me to bring them (she and R are also friends and they wouldve been invited regardless of me bringing P) and also because R looks very good in a dress and i can handle them shit-talking me but i will not tolerate slander towards R or P.

At the wedding, I went full no contact with them and told them to lose my number. They, ofc, did Not lose my number and I got several calls from extended family saying about what you would expect them to say, so I switched numbers and gave only my sister and her wife my new number.

My sister. I love her to pieces but sometimes she gets on my nerves. She gives my number to my mom to have "just in case," but she reassures me that she won't give it to my dad or any other family. So far, she's made good on that promise, I just have to deal with periodic calls about getting a girlfriend and having kids.

Now, my dad isn't the healthiest guy out there. He has arthritis, osteoporosis, and several other things that i don't really wanna get into. As he's aged he's only gotten worse and there have been several times he's almost died, but recently he's been put on hospice and has an estimated Not Very Long to live.

Here's where I may be the AH. My dad calls me while I'm at a very important, personal event for R (he got my number from my mom) and goes on a long rant on how I'm an unlovable disgrace and how he fed me and clothed me and I could make up for all that by helping him pay off hospital debt. I say no immediately and tell him that he's never been my dad, only my dna donor, and that he's going to be dead anyway and that selling his house could cover all the bills. He calls me many more names and tells me he wishes I was never born (calling my mom some very derogatory names too (she's asian)) and that i should just go ahead and off myself to save the world someone like me. I tell him he should die faster while he's at it because God knows the world already has enough bigots in it and there could never be too many mentally ill queers.

I hung up, but now I'm thinking I went a bit too far. AITA for not helping out with his hospital bills and yelling at him?

What are these acronyms?

[stop-talking]

How do you think jhutch characters would handle a baby?

I'm not quite sure if you're asking "what would they do if you handed them a baby" or "what would they do if you told them you're pregnant" but I'm gonna assume you meant the latter. (feel free to send another request if I got it wrong)

Ranking Jhutch characters from worst to best fathers:

Billy

☆ Would play dumb when you hand him the pregnancy test.

☆ "What's this? Oh, you're pregnant? Can't be mine. My pull-out game is too strong." (literally has NO pull-out game, refuses to use condoms because he "can't feel" with them on)

☆ Basically ghosts you until the paternity test proves it's his. Then he actually ghosts you.

☆ Drops off the face of the fucking Earth for years. Doesn't pay a dime in child support.

☆ Maybe he comes back like 3 years later drunk and demanding to see "his" kid idk. Literally the worst.

Derek

☆ Honestly I headcannon he had a vasectomy at like 24-25.

☆ His mom hit him up once she heard about his prostitute scandals and chewed him out. Gave him "the talk" even though he's a grown ass man... finally got him to get snipped when she brought up the possibility of paying income-based child support for 18 years.

☆ Assuming he doesn't have one, though...

☆ He'd initially be mad and blame you. "I thought you were on the pill!!"

☆ Then he'd be like "Is it too late to... you know... get rid of it?" (and kind of dance around the subject because he's too much of a wimp to just say the word abortion)

☆ Wallace and his mom would both force him to get his shit together and apologize. Eventually he'd come to terms with the fact he's gonna be a dad.

☆ He'd be the kind of bastard to throw an over-the-top gender reveal party. The kind that burns down half of California or pollutes a major water channel.

☆ I think he'd be a really good girl dad. He'd let her paint his nails and stuff. Spoil her. <3

☆ He would treat a son completely differently. Teach him to "be a man" or whatever when he's still learning to walk. Force him into random ass sports.

☆ He'd have them mostly taken care of by a nanny. That's probably how he was raised, anyways. Derek Danforth is NOT changing a diaper.

Futturman

☆ Whether we're talking pre-show or post-show, he'd freak the fuck out if you handed him a positive pregnancy test. I'm talking full-on pass out.

☆ Pre-show Josh would be like "Babe we can NOT afford a baby I literally live at home with my parents and work as a janitor."

☆ His parents would be so crazy supportive though. They've been hinting that they want grandkids for YEARS.

☆ They literally clear out a room IMMIDEATELY after hearing the news and offer it to you to use as a nursery.

☆ His mom buys you more baby clothes than you could possibly need. His dad builds a crib from scratch.

☆ Overall Josh is stressed asf but he does his best to be there for you, and his parents are OVERWHELMIGLY supportive.

☆ Post-show Josh, on the other hand, doesn't have that support. But he's survived unspeakable horrors across multiple dimensions, how hard could a baby be?

☆ Extremely hard, apparently. One day he just loses it and makes a huge decision without asking you.

☆ "Josh WTF happened to our savings??"

☆ "TRUST ME BABE we need to invest in Apple!!"

☆ You're pissed but it pays off in a few years and you're both able to live comfortably.

☆ Then in 2015-ish he did the same thing again, pouring all your savings into bitcoin. This time you SWEAR you're going to leave him, but it all pays out in the end. He gets your kid through college with that money.

☆ Overall he's a really good father, too. He had great parents, and even if he's not experienced with kids, he's naturally a very caring and attentive person.

Mike

☆ Cries when he sees the pregnancy test. He's not even sure if it's happy or sad tears.

☆ Gets sick to his stomach overthinking about how he's going to be a terrible father. His dad walked out on him, so he has literally no idea how to act.

☆ Abby, on the other hand, is absolutely delighted. She's always wanted a "little sister". Mike has to remind her that technically it's her niece. Or nephew. There's no guarantee on the gender yet.

☆ Eventually he comes to terms with it all. He's taken care of Abby for ten years, he isn't completely clueless.

☆ Takes you to all of your Dr.'s appointments, checkups, etc. Holds your hand. Makes all of your weird pregnancy cravings and doesn't judge.

☆ After the birth, he lets you rest. Nearly works himself to death trying to take care of the baby all on his own because he wants you to recover.

☆ I'm talking getting up bleary-eyed at 2am every night to microwave some formula and feed the baby. After working a 10 hour shift.

☆ Pulls the "I have a baby on the way" card at work in an attempt to get a raise. It works, thankfully. (In the novel version of the movie; it says he gets a job as a contractor at the end. So hopefully he can afford a kid...)

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[Remember: these are just MY headcannons. If you think differently that's fine. I didn't include Clapton because he's literally in highschool... and we all know Peeta is an amazing father.]

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 17 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Thank you for your patience with me. I'm still moving a bit slow but I've been living in my comfort fics while writing a new comfort fic so yeah <3

Warnings: Dads Steddie and Mama Fem Reader, SMUT, mostly near the end with a lot of passion between da boys. FLUFF , we have an adorable addition to the Munson-Harrington crew <3 as well as Ro's birthday. ANGST because I'm me, Steve does something stupid with the best intentions, Him and Eddie get into a fight, Eddie's dad makes a cameo, Eddie talks about first moving in with Wayne, Dylan talks about divorce (dont panic! Its fine. We're all fine. Im not that angsty.) and I think that's it.

Word Count: 5369

“Ok, ladies and gentlemen, what are the bets this time around?” The doctor grins as he looks at your little family. 

“We’re at 3 to 2 with girl being in the lead.”, Steve beams.

“I love it. Let’s take a look.”

It had been about four months since you found out you were pregnant again and this time around was rough. The first few months were spent throwing up pretty much everything you ate and your cravings had been stronger than they had been before. You found yourself getting grumpier and more irritable which the boys didn’t seem to mind, doing everything they could to make things easier. 

You got the house by the lake and everyone (especially Wayne) was excited for the move. Aurora’s birthday was coming up soon which, while still happy, always made you and Eddie nervous. That first year his mom showed up at your door and the two birthdays after she called his phone begging him to come speak at his father’s appeal. 

Steve finally told his mom that you were pregnant with his biological child and she was over the moon. He begged her not to tell his dad and so far she seemed to honor his request. 

“Alright, Munson-Harrington gang. Congratulations, it looks like we have a healthy baby boy!”

***

“Ok, we have to think of a name.”, Eddie mused as he took a bite from the burger on his plate. “What do you think, kid?” Dylan shrugs causing the metalhead to playfully role his eyes. “You’re no help. What about you, my angel?”

“Han.”, Aurora smiles as she chews on her fries.

“I wouldn’t hate that. Harrison Ford in those earlier movies was so sexy.”

Your son makes a face as both men laugh. “You don’t have any special memories with a name? Like I did with Ro?”

Eddie thought for a moment before a smirk crept across his lips. “James.”, he nods, shifting his gaze towards you two. “When my mother left me with Wayne, I was confused. I genuinely thought she would be coming back so I sat on his couch by the door and just waited. Every now and then he would ask if I was ok or if I needed something and I always told him no. Right before dinner that night, he sat at his little table in the trailer with this rickety, old acoustic guitar and started playing Dio’s Rock n’ Roll Children.”, he chuckles. 

Dylan leaned against his side and Eddie lifts his arm to wrap around his shoulders. 

“Now my uncle is a god-awful singer but man could he play. I was so fascinated by how his fingers moved that I got up to sit with him. He smiled, placing a sandwich in front of me and I ate as I watch him. From that moment on, I knew I wanted to play the guitar. It took me a few days to realize Lynn wasn’t back but Wayne was always there with a new song. Anyway…”, he sighs as his voice becomes lighter. “The lead singers name is Ronnie James.”

You and Steve smile at him as you caress his leg under the table with your foot. 

“I like James.”

“Me to.”, the other man agrees. “James Wayne Munson-Harrington.”

#########

 “Oh, Y/N, you guys don’t have to do that.”, Wayne bashfully grins. 

“We know but we’re going to because we want to.” Winking at him, you stick your fork into the cake on the counter. 

“Honey, we have plates.”

“Yes, baby, we do. It’s this thing UNDER the cake.” Steve playfully narrows his eyes in your direction. “Look everyone else said they were full and I’m eating cake for two!”

He holds up his hands defensively as Eddie rounds the corner with Ro who reaches for her grandpa, demanding he hold her. 

“Listen here you. No more birthdays. We’re stopping today at four, understand?”

“No, granpa! I…be…a big girl.”, she declares tossing her hands in the air. 

The phone rings and Steve chuckles as he reaches over to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hello. This is a collect call from Hawkins Penitentiary from inmate: Al Munson. Will you accept the call and charges?”

The man glances at Eddie who now has a big smile on his face as he tickles Aurora who in turn hides in Wayne’s neck hoping her father can’t reach her. After a few seconds, he hangs up.

“Who was it, baby?”, you ask.

“Wrong number.”

****

Steve’s foot bounces as he waits behind the glass, eyes constantly searching his surroundings. A guard on the other side, opens a door and brings over the prisoner placing him front of the awaiting man. He had never met Eddie’s dad but he had seen a few pictures. The inmate looking at him now was much older and worn by prison life. He did have a lot of his husband’s features especially in the face but his eyes weren’t as soft as Eddies. 

“You’re not my son.”

“No…no I’m not and neither is Eddie.” Allen squinted at his guest in confusion. “Look, I just came down here to tell you and Lynn to leave him alone. Every time we change our number, you guys always find it again and bother him on what is supposed to be a day about his daughter, not you. He spent so much time worried about you both and paying for the sins of everything you guys did to him. It’s time for him to be happy.”

“I see. And what are you going to do if I don’t, Mr. Harrington? Call the cops?”, he snickered. “I have done more than enough time to pay for my own sins. Edward could really help me out here and as my son he should want to.”

“What he wanted was a father and he found that in Wayne when your wife abandoned him. He gave up on you a long time ago.”

“Why are YOU here? Do you speak for him now since you fuck him?” Steve’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the man’s comment. “Oh yeah. I know about you, him, and that girl…what’s her name. Honestly, I don’t give a shit about any of that. If my son wants to bend over and—”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking finish that sentence, Allen, or I swear God.”, he growled. “Listen, leave him alone and I can help you in here.”

“How can you help me?”

“I have some money set aside. I can give you some to make things a bit easier.”

Eddie’s dad’s jaw clenches as he weighs his options. “$500 a month and we have a deal.”

###########

A few months had passed and your little family had moved into your new home. Right on time to because about a month after James decided he was ready to join the Munson-Harrington clan. 

Aurora was completely fascinated by the new baby. 

“Dada, bra-der tiny.”

“He’s going to be tiny right now, honey. You have to be very careful with him.”

Her eyes widen as she gently pets the top of his head before leaning down to kiss his nose.

One night while he was crying, she watched as Eddie heated up a bottle and rocked him in his arms as he fed him. 

“Daddy, what’s wrong wit James?”

“He’s just hungry, princess. Babies eat EVERYTHING.” He widened his eyes making her laugh. “Do you want to help me?”

She nods, following him to the couch and takes a seat in his lap. Placing her little hand on the bottle, he allows her to hold it up as the baby continues to suck at its contents eagerly. 

Where Ro was a daddy’s girl, James was a mama’s boy. He loved being in your arms the most and the first time he smiled it was because you were kissing his chubby cheeks. 

Dylan, as always, was a wonderful big brother. He helped out where he could and even offered to babysit his siblings every now and then so you and the guys could spend some time alone. 

“Hey mom. I need some money for baseball. They said that we need $100 for boosters and some equipment.”

“Geez, isn’t that what boosters is for? To raise money for you people?” Dylan beams at you as he gives you a hug making you smile. “Steve? Little man needs $100 of baseball.”

“Jesus, why so much?”

You glanced in his direction taken a bit off guard. Usually when it came to the kids, if they needed anything financially, he didn’t think twice. Between the three of you, money wasn’t as tight but with the new baby and house things weren’t as easy as before so you let it go. Dylan answered his question and he dug in his wallet to give his son what he needed.

“Everything alright, babe?”

“Huh? Yeah, you know me. I just want to make sure we have everything, you know?”

Your head tilted to the side as your wife and mother senses started tingling again. He was hiding something but what could it be? If it was something involving a surprise for you or the kids his face and body language would normally radiate excitement. Something was wrong. 

“Hey, Dylan, do you mind keeping an eye on the other weirdos while I talk to Steve for a minute?”

He nods as you grab the man’s hand and tug him out towards the back porch. 

############

When Eddie got home from work, he found you sitting on the couch gnawing on your thumb as Steve paced in the living room. His eyes found yours as you motioned for him to come sit beside you. 

“Is everything ok? Where are the kids?”

“I asked my sister to watch them so the three of us could talk.” You softly smile as you kiss his cheek. “Steve has something he needs to tell you.”

“Okay? What’s going on, Stevie?”

The way Eddie looked up at him with concerned eyes made him feel so much worse at what he was about to tell him. 

“Um, so, remember how on Aurora’s birthday, you were ecstatic because your mom hadn’t called? Well, uh, your father actually called from prison that day. I answered and hung up on him.”

As the man spoke, you kept your eyes on the metalhead’s face as it slowly fell.

“I-I-I went down there to see him, Ed, and I warned him to leave you alone. He said he needed you and was tired of being in jail, that he and Lynn wouldn’t stop until you showed up at an appeal. So…” Steve’s panicked gaze shifted your way before he looked directly at the man he loved. “For the past few months, I’ve been paying Allen $500 to leave you alone.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened as he tilted his head subtly towards you. 

“Did you know about this?”, he whispered.

“No. I just found out everything today.”

He nodded as he rose to his feet, placing himself in front of Steve. 

“Eddie, I swear, I was trying to make things easier for you. I hated—”

The metalhead’s fist flew knocking the man backwards before climbing on top of him and swinging his arms. 

“Eddie, baby! Stop!” You tried to break them apart but he was too strong. Quickly, prepared for anything, you pushed a few buttons on your phone, sending a text to the one person you knew could get through to him. Three minutes later, Wayne flew in and pried his nephew off the man beneath him. 

“Hey! That is enough! I need you calm down, son.”

“How dare you fucking go behind my back like that, Steven! I told you both NOT to go down there!”

“I was trying to help!”

“By giving him money that can be used for our family, you fucking asshole! You think this is going to stop him?!” He tried to charge at the man again but his uncle held him back. “You have no idea what he’s like. I do!”

“Steve, maybe, you should go for a drive or something. Let him cool down.” He glanced your way and you softly nodded in agreement causing the man to hang his head as he quietly left the house. “Now you look at me, Ed.” Wayne grabbed the metalhead’s face forcing him to focus as he murmured low enough so only he could hear. 

“Eddie, I know you’re angry. I completely understand that but I need you breathe, ok? Your kids may not be here but Y/N is and she’s worried.” His chocolate eyes glanced at your concerned face as you hugged your arms around your body. “There you go. Can you sit on the couch calmly?”

He nods as he moves to take a seat. Without looking your way, his ringed fingers gesture for you to come closer and he pulls you onto his lap, hugging you to his chest. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You didn’t. When he told me what he did, I was angry to. Not just because of what he did but because I knew it would hurt you. Eddie, you know how Steve is. He genuinely thought he was protecting you.”

“No. No, Y/N. This is serious. This isn’t like when you went to his mom for money so he could go to school. My father isn’t someone who can be trusted. So many things can go wrong that can get Steve in real trouble. I…”, he shakes his head as he feels his anger rise again. 

“Baby, I’m not excusing what he did but, maybe, if you explain to him more about your father and how this could backfire—”

“Which I could have done if he came to me first.”

“I know, honey. I know.”, you coo as you rub his chest. “Wayne, would you like to stay here? You’re more than welcome. Plus, I’m sure the kids would love to see you when they come back tomorrow.”

***

Eddie’s uncle did spend the night while Steve ended up sleeping a hotel. He texted you letting you know where he was and that he thought it was best to give his husband some space. 

The two youngest kids were excited to see their grandpa when they got home but Dylan sensed something was wrong especially when he walked in and noticed his dad wasn’t there. 

“Is it because I asked for money?”

“No, baby. No.”, you whispered as you kissed his forehead. “He’ll be home later.”

Your answer didn’t seem to sooth him as he sat next to Wayne and watched him try to make James smile. 

“Sir, you have the fattest little belly I have ever seen. I could just…”, he made munching noises in his stomach making the baby giggle as he scrunched his head into his shoulders. 

“Beep beep.”, Aurora parroted as the front door opened and Steve cautiously entered the home. “Dada!” She ran to his arms and he scooped her up giving her a big hug. “Dada, you have an ouch.” When she pointed to the light swelling where Eddie had hit him, he flinched slightly. 

“Yeah, dada is dumb.”

“No.”, she giggled before pointing at Wayne. “Granpa is here. He…he’s making…bra-der happy.”

Dylan’s eyes scanned Steve carefully as he sat across from him in one of the chairs. “You alright, dad?”

“I’m fine, dude. I just missed you guys.”, he smiles. 

You come around the corner and playfully swat at Ro’s curls before tickling her neck with your finger. “You. Scoot so I can say hi to dada.”

“Mama! Stop.”, she laughs as she slides down and sticks her tongue out at you. “You’re mean!”

You laugh along with her as you climb onto Steve’s lap and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Are you okay?”

“No. I hurt someone I love. He should have hit me harder.”

“Baby…”, you sigh as you press your forehead to his cheek. “We’re going to talk again later after the kids go to bed especially since he’s had time to calm down and process everything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys. I know I should have—” You fingers cut him off as you place them on his lips. 

“We have eyes on us. Later, ok?”

Steve’s own orbs scan the room finding Dylan watching you both as well as Aurora before she smiles and waves in your direction.

###########

One benefit of having three parents in the house is everyone can focus on one of the kids at any given time. After coming in to check on Ro and kiss her, Eddie stayed behind to tuck her in. As you passed Dylan on the couch downstairs, you poked your head into James’s room to find Steve with a sleeping infant in his arms.

“Alright, my love.”, you exhaled as you dramatically plopped your body down next to your son. “Time for you to go upstairs and get ready for bed.” Silently, he turns off the tv and begins to stand but you tug on the back of his shirt, bringing him down into your arms. “I know you and I know your big, beautiful brain. You’re a worrier like me. You didn’t do anything wrong, ok? You know we don’t mind giving you money for something you enjoy.”

“Everything got weird after I asked.”

“And that has nothing to do with you. Believe it or not, adults have issues sometimes that don’t involve their kids.” Dylan chuckled at your sarcasm as you kissed his cheek.

“I just don’t want to be the reason you guys get divorced or something.” 

As he began to stand, you quickly yank him back again. “Baby, they aren’t Charlie. Just because Steve wasn’t here this morning doesn’t mean that we’re going to break up. The three of us have been together too long and been through too much. And…”, you sigh hating the thoughts that fill your mind as you continue. “Playing the devil’s advocate here, if for some reason we ever did break up, I assure you no matter what, that reason would never be because of you guys or anything you did.”

Dylan smiles as he hugs you before getting to his feet and pulling you up with him. As Eddie comes down the stairs, he meets him half and tugs him into a hug.

“I love you, kid.”

“I love you to.” 

The moment he hears his footsteps bang up to his room, Steve appears and softly smiles in your direction. 

“Counseling degree at work again?”

“No, that would be my mom degree. I saw it on his face when you came home. Even though he knows you guys aren’t like Charlie, I think there’s still a part of him that feels like he could lose you at if one thing goes wrong.”

“I know the feeling.”, Eddie mumbles as he shuffles his feet. “Sometimes I was afraid Wayne would give up on me to. Obviously, that never happened.”

Your hand gently rubs his back and you gesture with your head for you three to head for the bedroom. 

***

The silence was deafening as you sat on the bed near the headboard as Eddie placed himself on the edge with his chin near his chest. Steve pulled one of the chairs from the living room so he could sit in front of you both, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited for someone to speak. 

“Did he ask you for money or did you offer?”, the metalhead asked. 

“I offered. He came up with the amount.”

“Steven, what do you know about prison? In general, I mean.”

“Uh…”

“Did you know that things are snuck in all the time? Drugs, weapons, food, etc.” Steve shook his head. “Did you know he can use your money to get shit like that or give to other inmates to do that? Did you know that people could find out where he’s getting so much money from and send people to harass you for the same treatment?”

When the man shook his head again, his eyes downcast towards the floor in shame. 

“Do you know how I know that? The first time my father went in Wayne tried to help him by sending him $100 a month. A couple months later he asked for more and my uncle told him no. The next day someone broke into his trailer and stole half his shit. We learned later Allen owed some people inside money and when they found out he would be getting out soon they wanted it all upfront. When Wayne told him no, my dad told them where he had been getting the cash from so they sent people to get the rest however they could. Thankfully, he was at work that night.”

“Eddie, I…”

“You’d think prison would reform him but it doesn’t. That’s why he’s there, Steve. He does the same shit in there that he did when he was out. He cons people or steals from them and every time he always loses.”, he sighs angerly. “And that’s just one of the many reasons I’m pissed. We just had a fucking baby, Steven! $500 barely covers half of what he needs, plus Aurora and Dylan’s essentials. That’s for the kids. The three of us need things to including this house!”

You scoot closer and wrap your arms around him as you lean against his shoulder. You had never seen him like this. When he had gotten angry with his mom at Ro’s first birthday that was one thing. Right now, this was fury out of fear for you five and something that could have been avoided if—

“But I think what pisses me off the most is you didn’t fucking talk to me. I have always been up front with you when it came to your parents and especially your dad. Your dad isn’t like mine Steve. He could get someone fucking killed and I’ll be damned if it’s someone in my family. I don’t just ignore him and Lynn for me. I do it to protect you guys. It’s a simple thing and you made it way more complicated.”

A tear escaped down Steve’s cheek that he quickly wiped away as he sat up straighter and cleared his throat.

“I’m, um…I’m sorry, Eddie. You’re right. I should have talked to you, both of you. No matter what my intentions were. I—”

“Don’t do that.”, you cut him off. “Don’t do that authoritative, businessman style voice and dialogue you do because you think it’s what people want to hear.” His eyes roll as his leans forward and his leg bounces. “Be honest, Steve. Be yourself.”

“When he called you were making Aurora laugh, Ed, while Wayne was holding her. Y/N, you were eating cake out of the pan with a fork because you were pregnant and you and Dylan were leaning against each other smiling…it was perfect. A perfect fucking day without Charlie causing problems or Lynn calling to trigger his pain. My dad wasn’t appearing out of nowhere to fuck shit up or you mom to remind you that you’re still the town whore!” Steve’s beautiful brown irises looked at anything but you two as he tried to control his emotions. 

“For this one moment, everything was exactly as it should be. Then your dad called, Eddie, reminding me something was always waiting…looming in the background to fuck everything up. So, yeah, I went down there to protect us; to protect you. Motherfucker is lucky there was glass between us.”, he growled. “With Lynn and Allen, I don’t know how you turned out so fucking amazing. I can understand why you would want them out of your life for good.” Steve shrugs as he leans back again. “Since I couldn’t hit him and I couldn’t convince him, I did the only other thing I could think of.”

“Well thank God you didn’t become a businessman like your dad wanted or he would have lost a ton of money.” Their eyes meet for the first time since they entered the room as they both let a breathy chuckle. “Steve, when will you realize that you don’t have to protect us and be the hero alone?”

The baby monitor starts to light up and you hastily get up before they can to check on James. 

“I’m sorry I hit you.”

Steve got up from his chair to sit beside Eddie and wrapped his arms around him like you had. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m so fucking sorry, babe.”

The metalhead sighs using his fingers to lift his chin and bring his lips to his. 

“Even though I’m mad at you, I still love you. I hope you know that.”

The boy nods as he kisses his lips again before trailing them down his cheek to his shoulder. 

##############

Allen glances at the three Munson-Harrington adults, sitting on the other side of the glass before really taking in his son in front of him.

Eddie knew he’d have to go down to the prison to fix what Steve had done but you were surprised when he asked you two to join him. On the drive there, he inhaled one cigarette after the other until you reached over and stole his pack so he wouldn’t overdo it. While you waited, his eyes darted around as he occasionally babbled to block out his internal panic. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here. The last time was when I was 10, I think. My mom brought me and I remember them arguing about him being stuck in here. She said she couldn’t handle me alone.”, he shakily laughed. “Actually, it was more ‘what am I supposed to do with him.’”

“Eddie…”  Turning his head, you kiss his lips as you caress his cheek with your thumb. “Everything is going to be ok. We’re right here with you.”

He nodded before gazing at Steve who was glaring into the void as Eddie reached to hold his hand before leaning to whisper in his ear. “Come back to me, sweetheart. I need you.”

“Well shit.”, Allen sarcastically smiled. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Your boyfriend and I already came up with an arrangement so you didn’t need to come down here.”

“Husband. Not boyfriend. Always glad to know you’re just happy to see me, Allen.”

“Allen? Really? You call Wayne daddy now?”

“More or less for the last about 18 years.” They glare at each other before Eddie snickers. “You’re not even going to pretend to be nice to win me over, are you? I have no idea why you or Lynn would ask me to lie for you if you can’t even say something civil like ‘Hey Ed. Nice to see you.’”

You intertwine your fingers with his as your heart breaks. This was probably just a taste of what little Edward Munson experienced and it killed you. 

“Look, we weren’t planning on staying for long. I just wanted to tell you the money Steve has been sending stops now and if you tell anyone that my family gave you that, I swear to God, I will make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell in here. You think things are bad now…”

You’d be lying if you didn’t say his dominance turned you on. There was nothing sexier to you than seeing them both be protective over you and the kids. Usually, it was Steve acting as protector and when he did it with Mr. Osbourne it drove you crazy. Hearing Eddie do it now was not only making you proud of him but excited to jump him later. 

“Fine but in return I want you to go the appeal for me.”

“No, that won’t be happening either and let me tell you why. If you keep calling me, sending letters, or any other bullshit like that, I will come to your appeal but it won’t be on your behalf. I’ll remind the judge that you’re a scam artist and a fucking car thief but I’ll also enlighten them on what a great father you were to me between the black eyes and verbal assaults.”

Eddie leans closer to the glass as his eyes burn into the man on the other side. 

“I am not a kid anymore. You two think you can still bully me but you’re wrong. You both need me way more than I need you.”

With that, he rises from the chair to leave before pausing and gesturing towards his father to wait with his index finger. Abruptly, he grabs Steve’s collar and tugs his lips to his for a passionate kiss. When he finally lets him go, the other man smirks, drunk off Eddie’s taste alone as the metalhead flips off his dad and turns to leave him behind. 

****

About a mile down the road from the prison, Eddie swerved his van into an empty area, hurling off his seatbelt and shoving Steve into the back where you had been sitting. You stayed out of the way, allowing the metalhead to take control. There was a sense of urgency in their kisses, both needing each other in that moment. Eddie needed to convey to him that he could take care of him to and Steve showing him that he could willing give up that urge to control for his husband to take be there for him.  

As they shoved down their pants, you slid your fingers down your own, rubbing your clit as you watched Eddie spit in his hand and stroke his cock before breaching Steve’s entrance. 

“Fuck, yes. I love you so much, baby. Let-Let me take care of you.”

All Steve could do was nod as he wrapped his arms around him and clung to him as Eddie pumped into him harder. His ring lined hand reached out into the air and it took you a moment to realize he was trying to find you. As you leaned into his touch he yanked the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his.

When he dipped his fingers into your jeans and between your legs, he couldn’t help but smile against your lips. 

“You’re so wet, princess. You like watching us together?”

Your own palm held the back of his from the outside of your pants as you rested your forehead on his. 

“I like watching you—mmm—take care of us. I love you, Eddie. I’m so proud of you.”

He heavily sighed as he thrust into you both faster. Hearing Steve loudly grunt, you two watch him as his face scrunches and he releases his spend near the bottom of his tummy. Eddie grins as you push against his hand, guiding his pace until he feels you shutter and cum on his fingers.  As you collapse next to Steve, he leans over the boy’s face as he chases his high. 

“You’re both so—f-fuck—fucking pretty when you cum.”

Watching with half lidded eyes, you softly smile as Steve reaches up to caress his face, listening as he whispers sweetly to him. 

“I love you to, honey. So fucking much. Cum, Eddie, please. We want to see it. I want to feel you fill me up. You…you deserve to…fuck…” He struggled to get the last few words out as the metalhead pumped into him so hard you imagined the van was shaking from the outside. They both grunted at the feeling as the boy came inside of him and like you collapsed on his other side.

The three of you panted as you starred at the ceiling. 

“I am sorry I put you in this position, Munson.”

“I mean… I put you in this position but you know me…I’m open to any and all positions as long as it feels good for everyone.”

They smile when you giggle as Steve shakes his head playfully. “You’re so stupid.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing. I forgive you, Harrington.” He leans up on his elbow to kiss him before dramatically leaning across him to do the same with you. “Alright, you two recharge and I’ll drive us home.”

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[sunlightandsuffering]

Nico invents a story about a female teacher asking Eren on a date to push Mikasa to make a move herself since he wants her to date his teacher so bad bc he thinks Eren is cool

OMG YES!!!

Something suspicious is going on, but Mikasa just can't quite put her finger on it. And besides, how diabolical can a five-year-old really be?

There's no way he'd lie right? She's not raising THAT much of a little monster, right?

And yet, her mommy senses are tingling as the little boy in front of her, sitting at the table innocently chomping on his grilled cheese.

"What did you just say Nico?" "Mr. Yeager has a date tonight!"

Mikasa chops the knife down onto her own grilled cheese just a little too hard, a perfect diagonal slice right across the middle. "And how do you know that?" Nico shrugs, "He told the whole class, asked if his outfit was nice enough." Mikasa tries her best to restrain herself from doing anything too rash, because Eren has a date. And it's the beginning of the Christmas season, or maybe a better term for it might be, cuffing season...

Yes, cuffing season, the time Mikasa laments every year. It's the only time she ever feels genuinely sad about not being in a relationship. Normally, she doesn't care, why would she, she doesn't need a man, or a woman for that matter, she has Nico, and a good family and that's more than enough. But during the holidays it feels like the only thing people care about is that she has a partner.

Her mom is always asking after any boyfriends, and all of the Christmas activities she tries to take Nico to are filled with perfect nuclear families, a mom, a dad, a kid.

And now, to here the only romantic prospect she's been interested in in years has a date, with another girl, it doesn't exactly have her jumping for joy.

But the way her son is so excitedly chewing his grilled cheese while he chats about the merits of Mr. Yeager's date has her hackles up high. She knows her kid and she knows him well, whichever sperm donor she used had resulted in demon spawn because the little rascal is always causing trouble. "So Mr. Yeager really has a date?" "Yup," Nico tells her merrily, dipping his grilled cheese into the tomato soup she'd made, "He says she's real pretty too, maybe they'll get married mama."

At this, Mikasa grits her teeth, she's not exactly thrilled about the prospect, but she still doesn't entirely believe Nico's charade. Especially not when just yesterday, she'd found him marrying his teddy bears in his room, and she'd very distinctly heard, "I Eren, take you Mikasa and Nico to be my family forever." She doesn't believe her kid in the least, he wants a dad and she knows it, and more importantly, he wants Eren as his dad. "So you're telling me that in front of the whole class Eren asked you guys to tell him what you thought about his date?" "Yes," Nico says, a little more meekly this time.

"Did he say where they were gonna go?" "Umm," Nico swallows down a bite of sandwich nervously, "A restaurant." "Which one?" "He didn't say." Lies!

Mikasa hums as she ladles out her own bowl of soup, "Well maybe I should call him up later, see how it went, you know how we're such good friends Nico." "No!" Nico gasps, and Mikasa smirks, she's got him. She raises an eyebrow at her child, "Why not? I just want to know if Eren had a good time, I have some great restaurants I know for second dates." Nico deflates, "He's not going on a date Mama."

Take that demon spawn!

Mikasa smirks, "I know baby, now finish your soup, I'm gonna call Eren anyway."

Nico looks worried at her response, gripping his spoon tightly and Mikasa puts her child out of his misery, "I think maybe he deserves a nice home-cooked meal tonight, and we have so much extra soup after all." Nico absolutely beams, "Yes! Can I help make his grilled cheese?" "Of course Nico." Eren might not have a date tonight, but either way, it's still cuffing seasons and she doesn't particularly relish the thought that he might find one any time soon.

Might as well make her moves now.

[jstarswrites]

The Aftermath

Chapter 11 is here! So this is the last chapter that follows the storyline-ish of season 4. After this we're just doing whatever my brain told me. Don't be scared. It'll all be fine. I promise. *maniacal laughter* No, seriously, it's all good shit after this :)

Anyway, enjoy!

The Outcasts Masterlist

It didn’t take long for Nancy, Robin, and Steve to get to Eddie’s trailer. When they did, you slid the hatch open, and they climbed down. After hugs and checking everyone was okay, you all climbed back through to Hawkins as the gate seemed to be closing. Once everyone was safely on the other side, you all watched as the gate slowly sealed itself up. Looking for all the world like it was never there in the first place. 

Eager to get to Max, you all grabbed the bikes you’d left at her trailer. You stood on the pegs of Eddie’s, Robin on Nancy’s, as you rode over to the Wheeler house. Nancy’s house was the closest, so you were going there to grab the car as you’d agreed upon beforehand. Eddie tucked his hair up for the ride over, so he wasn’t as recognisable, though you passed no one as it was in the early hours of the morning. You left the bikes in the garage as Nancy snuck inside to get the keys while the rest of you waited by the car. Two minutes later, she was back, and you all piled in, Nancy peeling out as soon as everyone was inside.

Nancy broke the speed limit to get you to the Creel house in record time. As you pulled up, Lucas came out carrying Max. Your heart leapt into your throat as you jumped out of the car. Lucas looked like he’d been in a fight. Erica hurried in, piling into the back with Steve and Dustin, as you checked Max over. Your heart sank. She was unconscious, and you could clearly see that her arm was broken. You slid back into the car so Lucas could pass Max to you. As soon as he was in, Nancy took off again.

Nancy drove straight to the hospital, ignoring all speed limits once again. You roared into the parking lot, everyone jumping out and screaming for help as you and Lucas got Max out. Nurses came with a stretcher and you helped lay her down. As you stepped back, Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. You reached up feeling something wet on your face and realised you were crying. You pulled Lucas to you, taking his hand as you followed the nurses in. 

The nurse at the reception desk showed you to the waiting room, while they took Lucas to an examining room to be checked over, Robin going with him. Nancy and Steve went to get food, while you and Eddie went to the phone booths to call Max’s mom. 

‘I don’t know how to tell her,’ you murmured, when you were alone. 

Eddie nodded. ‘I can tell her?’

You shook your head, smiling sadly at Eddie. ‘It has to be me.’ 

He nodded and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around once more as you turned to the phone. Bracing yourself, you picked up the phone and dialled Max’s number. You waited silently, chewing your bottom lip while you waited for her mom to pick up the phone.

‘Hello?’ 

‘Ms Mayfield? It’s y/n,’ you said.

‘Y/N, it’s late. Is everything all right?’ 

‘No, no, it’s not. I’m so sorry. Max is in the hospital.’

There was a gasp on the other end. ‘What happened? Is she ok?’

‘She’s unconscious. She’s got a broken arm, but I’m not sure what else.’ 

‘And she’s with the doctor now?’

‘Yes, ma’am. We got here five minutes ago.’

‘I’ll be there soon. Y/N?’

‘Yes?’

‘Whatever happened, I know it’s not your fault. I know you’d protect her with your life.’

Tears slid down your face. They hadn’t stopped. ‘I- I, I should have been there. I should have protected her.’

‘You got her to the hospital. Let’s wait and see what the doctor says, okay? I’ll be there soon.’

‘Okay.’ 

You hung up the phone, turning to Eddie and burying your face in his neck as you sobbed.

You sat in the waiting room for what seemed like hours. Lucas and Robin came back, Lucas sporting a few stitches and an ice pack over his eye. It didn’t take long for the police to find you. They immediately zeroed in on Eddie. But you got up and stood in front of him, Dustin joining you half a second later. 

‘Miss, please move out of the way,’ Chief Powell said. 

You shook your head. You didn’t know if Max was gonna be okay, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let them take Eddie from you, too. ‘I know what you’re gonna say. But Eddie was with me the whole night.’

‘Ma’am,’ the other officer put in. ‘Lying to the police is a crime.’

You glared at him. ‘Do I look stupid to you?’ You snapped angrily. ‘I’m not lying. Eddie was with me the whole night. We’ve been running around trying to do your damn job,’ you continued, jabbing a finger in his direction. ‘Because apparently the only one capable of doing his job was Hopper, and he’s dead and we got stuck with you.’

The police officers stared at you in shock. Everyone was staring at you. Dustin was smirking, and Eddie had stood up and wrapped his arms around you. You reached up and put your hand over his where it rested against your shoulder. 

‘Miss-’

‘No. I am sick of this shit!’ You shouted. ‘For fuck’s sake! You just jumped straight to Eddie without doing your god damn jobs. Eddie was with me. I can say it again in Spanish if you’d like?’ You raised an eyebrow at them, but didn’t wait for their response. ‘We’ve been trying to find out who would hurt Chrissy or who had a grudge against Eddie. We don’t know why Chrissy’s body was there. But what we do know is that Eddie didn’t do it.’ 

Chief Powell looked ready to argue, but he was hailed over the radio. 

‘Chief? Come in Chief.’

‘I’m here.’

‘There are some gentlemen asking to speak to you from the government. They say it’s important.’ 

‘Shit. I’ll be there soon.’ He turned to you. ‘If Mr Munson is innocent, then let him prove that.’

‘Why, so you can blame him for everything wrong in this town?’ You demanded. ‘Hopper didn’t trust you, so I don’t.’ 

Powell looked taken aback. ‘Why would you say that?’

‘If Hopper trusted you, you’d believe me when I told you Eddie didn’t do this,’ you said quietly. ‘So if you want to take Eddie, you’ll have to go through me. And I’ll be telling everyone he was with me.’ 

Powell murmured something to his deputy, and then left. The deputy stood by the door, clearly under orders to let none of you leave. Not that you were going anywhere until you knew Max was okay. 

An hour later, your parents arrived. Nancy’s parents went straight to her, Lucas’s parents swept him and Erica up in relieved hugs, and your mom swooped down on Dustin and crushed him in a hug. You stayed with Eddie, sitting in between him and Max’s mom, Susan. The parents were all worried, trying to get updates from the deputy and the doctor. None of you payed them any mind. 

But it was the next set of visitors that had you on your feet. 

The door opened and in walked El. You rushed to her, gathering her up in a tight hug, tears streaming down your face again. El melted into the hug, holding on tightly. 

‘I’m sorry,’ she said. 

‘Sorry for what, Magic?’ You asked, pulling away just enough to her see her face. 

El smiled at the nickname, but it quickly faded. ‘I tried to help Max.’

You shook your head. ‘You did. She could have been hurt much worse. And I assume you were the one that took down Vecna?’

‘I piggybacked in from a freezer,’ she explained. ‘I found Max and stayed in her head so I could fight him from there.’

‘Smart girl,’ you praised, running a hand over her short hair. ‘Seems you’ve been busy.’

‘Very busy,’ she agreed. 

‘You closed the gates?’ 

‘All of them.’

You let out a long sigh of relief. ‘Then we’re safe?’

‘I think so.’

‘Yeah, let’s not count our chickens yet.’

‘Chickens?’

‘An idiom. It means not to celebrate until you know for sure.’

‘Oh. Strange.’

‘Yeah, Magic, it is strange,’ you laughed. 

You let her go so she could hug the others. Jonathon was there in a heartbeat, dragging you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, so glad to see him.

‘Hi, y/n,’ he said, when you’d pulled back. ‘It’s good to see you.’

‘And you.’ You took him in. ‘What happened to you? You look…’

‘Yeah, it’s a long story. I’ll explain it in a bit when everyone’s here to hear it.’

You nodded and let him go to hug his brother, Will, drawing him into a hug, him almost holding on to you for dear life. ‘Hi Smalls,’ you chuckled. ‘You okay there?’

He laughed at your nickname. You’d called him that forever, even though he hadn’t been the smallest in years. ‘Better now we’re here.’ 

Mike stepped up next and you dragged him into a hug, despite him being almost taller than Eddie now. He’d always been the tallest. 

‘Hi, y/n.’

‘Hey, Noodle,’ you smiled. 

Mike rolled his eyes at the nickname, but he was still smiling. ‘You okay?’ 

‘I’m okay. Just worried for Max, you know.’

‘I know. And I know you did everything you could.’

‘Thanks, Noodle.’ 

You gave him a brief hug, and he went to speak to Eddie.

Joyce was next. She was the only mother you’d ever really known. Your mom hadn’t really paid attention to you, and that tiny percent dropped when Dustin was born. But Joyce was always there for you. Whenever you needed anything, she’d be there in a heartbeat, ready and willing to help. 

But it was the person standing behind you that made you freeze in shock. Because somehow Hopper was standing in front of you. Looking slimmer and a little worse for wear, but still here. He reached for you, pulling you into a tight hug. He’d been the father figure in your life since the day Will went missing. He’d saved your life more times than you could count. And when you’d struggled with nightmares, he’d been the one to help you through them. He taught you to shoot, helped you get your driver’s license, and you knew he’d be at your graduation too.

‘How?’ You asked as you both pulled away, Hopper wiping the tears from your face.

‘It’s a long story. But basically the Russians had me.’ 

‘Oh god,’ you said, hand coming up to cover your mouth. ‘And you escaped?’

‘With Joyce and Murray’s help, yeah.’

‘I always knew you were a badass,’ you grinned.

The deputy stepped outside at Hopper’s insistence, and then you all sat down. Slowly, over the course of the night, while you waited for news on Max, you all filled each other in. Hopper ushered your parents out, agents waiting for them in the hall to fill them in with your fake cover story, so you could all speak freely. It took most of the night before everyone was filled in, and it took a while to sort out a coherent timeline for everything. 

It wasn’t until almost five in the morning that the doctor returned to tell you that Max was in a coma. She was alive, and they fully believed she would come out of it fine. But you still felt like you’d failed her. It was Hopper and Joyce and Max’s mom, Susan, that made you all go home to get some sleep. Hopper assured you that the cover up would clear Eddie, using you as his alibi and finding a way to have someone else use Eddie as bait for Chrissy’s murder. 

Eddie stayed with you, neither of you wanting to leave the other. He called his uncle from your house, letting him know he was okay. And then the two of you crawled into your bed, wrapped your arms around one another and fell asleep.

You and Eddie both woke several times in the night thanks to nightmares. Every time, Eddie would hold you, or vice versa, and you’d talk until you both fell asleep again. The first night after this stuff happened was always the hardest. You’d dealt with it in the past by making hot chocolate and reading for a while until you felt sleepy again. But now Eddie was here, you could lean on him.

It was still surprising to you to have someone that was willing to listen, to be there when you needed them, to help you when anxiety got the better of you, or nightmares threatened to overwhelm you. But Eddie had been your constant from the moment you’d found him in that boathouse. You were just so used to being the one who was there for everybody. You weren’t joking when you told Max you’d adopted all the kids. You were their big sister, and you took that seriously. As seriously as you took it when Dustin was handed to you for the first time all those years ago.

You’d spent so long worrying about everyone else you’d forgotten to take care of you. But now you had Eddie, who would look out for you, and take care of you. And after everything that had happened, with Chrissy and the others, the upside down, defeating Vecna, Eddie understood the one part of your life you’d had to hide for the last three years. He understood your fears, your worries, your relief at knowing El had sealed the upside down for good. That now you could finally live your life without being scared to leave Hawkins, because what if something happened after you left? Now it was finally safe to live again. 

When you woke, it was almost noon. You stared at the clock on your bedside table, sure it was wrong. But when you wandered into the kitchen, the clock there said the same thing. You guessed it was probably the last week, and the barely sleeping, that had finally caught up with you. You found Dustin and Eddie in the kitchen, the younger boy teaching the older how to make waffles, which, like El, were your favourite food. It was actually a tradition at this point. You’d all pile into your house, or Steve’s, and have breakfast together the morning after it all ended. 

Sure enough, there was a knock at the door not even five minutes later. Dustin went to get it while you kissed Eddie good morning. 

‘Sleep okay, sweetheart? I didn’t want to wake you, so I let you sleep. I’ve been up since eight, talking to Dustin,’ he said, warm brown eyes meeting yours. 

‘Eight?’

‘Woke up from a nightmare,’ he shrugged. ‘Turns out Dustin had one too, so we planned out the next campaign for Hellfire.’

You smiled softly at him, leaning up to kiss him. ‘Thank you for helping him.’

‘Anytime,’ he smiled. 

You were then swarmed by kids. El gave you a tight hug, and then introduced herself properly to Eddie, who offered her a waffle, and they spent five minutes perfecting El’s breakfast. Mike attempted to pick you up, failed miserably, making Will laugh, and settled for hugging you while you ruffled his hair. Will gave you a hug, a bright smile on his face, clearly happy to be home and back with his friends again. Erica was here too, and you hugged her, letting her in on some insider information so she could tease the boys. 

You held Lucas for a long time, knowing it felt strange for him not to have Max here. Jonathon and Nancy were next, and though they tried to encourage everyone to have fruit, they failed. You greeted Argyle, sure he and Eddie would get along famously. Steve gave you a smile and a quick hug, and you checked in on his bat bites, checking to make sure he’d changed the bandages. He had. Robin gave you a long hug, and you held on tight, grateful for your best friend. Finally, you settled at the dining table, sitting on Eddie’s lap because you’d run out of seats, and tucked in to the waffle Eddie and Dustin had made especially for you, including covering it with your favourite toppings.

Your mom came in as you were all laughing and joking, eating your waffles, and generally just being happy in one another’s company. Everyone was making sure Lucas was never left alone. You were all acutely aware of Max’s absence. You were going straight to the hospital once you’d finished your breakfast. You planned to stop at her trailer to pick up clothes and things Max needed and a diner to get Max’s mom coffee and breakfast, because you were certain she hadn’t left Max’s side since she got to the hospital last night. 

‘It’s nice to see you all together again,’ your mom said, standing in the doorway and smiling at you all. ‘Y/N? Just make sure you clean up the kitchen once you’re done.’

‘Sure, mom,’ you said, surprised. ‘Oh, you’ve met Eddie, right?’

‘No, I haven’t had the pleasure,’ she said. 

Well, would wonders never cease? You stood up, and Eddie followed. He shook your mom’s hand. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Mrs Henderson. You’ve raised some amazing kids.’ 

Your mom smiled proudly. ‘Well, y/n did most of the raising, I think. I was so young when I had her, I didn’t know what I was doing. And yet, here she is, the best big sister to Dusty, and she seems to have adopted all his friends too.’ 

Now you really were shocked. Praise, from your mom? Eddie smiled at her. ‘Yeah, she’s pretty amazing,’ he said, looking at you and giving you a wink. He nodded at your mom and went to sit down, Dustin drawing him into conversation.

‘He seems nice,’ your mom said. What? ‘Dusty always said he was very nice to him. I was sure the police had it wrong when they said he hurt that girl.’

‘No, mom, he was with me,’ you told her, sticking to your story. ‘We still don’t know what’s going on yet, but Hopper will have it all sorted out in no time, I’m sure.’

Your mom smiled. She liked Hopper. ‘I’m sure he will. Dusty told me how you kept him and his friends safe these last few days. I know I don’t always tell you, and heaven knows we don’t spend enough time together, but I really am proud of you, you know. I see the woman you’ve become, and I know you did most of it on your own, but if there is one thing I can take credit for, it’s you being a good sister. Because when I told you about Dusty, and what you would have to do as a big sister, you just smiled and nodded, and promised you’d always look out for him.’

Tears welled in your eyes. ‘Mom, I…’

‘I’m sorry for not being there, sweetie. I should have been there, I know. I focused on Dusty because he needed me so much, and I forgot you still needed me, too. I know you’re all grown up now, with a boyfriend and about to graduate, but maybe after graduation, whatever you end up doing, we could talk? I could call you, or we could write?’ Your mom asked. 

You took a deep breath. She hadn’t been there. She had ignored you. But she was acknowledging that. And Dustin had needed help from the minute he was born. And you and your mom might not have always gotten along, but she did give you the best little brother a girl could ever ask for. ‘Sure, mom,’ you said, smiling at her. ‘I’d like that.’ It couldn’t hurt to try, after all. At this point, you had nothing to lose.

After breakfast, you all piled into your cars and went to see Max. You and Eddie picked up some things for her, with Lucas and Dustin helping. You and Eddie left them to it to stop in and see his uncle, Wayne, who was overjoyed to see his nephew, pulling him into a long hug. He seemed surprised when Eddie introduced you, but he shook your hand and told how you pleased he was to meet you, and how nice it was that Eddie had found someone. While Eddie picked up some of his things, Wayne turned to you.

‘I’m going to assume the smile on that boy’s face is because of you,’ he said softly. ‘So I’d like to thank you for that.’

You smiled and shook your head. ‘He’s pretty special, and I think I have you to thank for that.’

Wayne nodded. ‘I don’t think I had anything to do with it, but he is special. He’s always been a good kid, no matter what people think.’

‘On that, I think we can agree,’ you replied, smiling at him. ‘He took my little brother in. Did you know that? He’s a freshman. And he gave him a safe place in Hellfire, and friends to look out for him.’

‘That sounds like Eddie,’ Wayne said, smiling. ‘Always did have a heart of gold.’

‘Oh, absolutely.’

At the hospital, you handed Max’s mom, Susan, a coffee and a bagel and she hugged you gratefully. You sat with Max while she took a shower and changed her clothes in the tiny bathroom. All of you were piled in there, the tv on the local news station. Hopper had said there would be a press conference, so you were all waiting for that. When it finally came on, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. You clutched Eddie’s hand tightly, and he tightened his hold on you. 

‘Good morning,’ Hopper said on the tv. ‘I know you all have a lot of questions, so I think it’s best you let me say what I need to say and then I’ll answer them one at a time.’

‘First, hello again. I’m not dead!’ That got a lot of chuckling. ‘There will be more details on that later, but some of it is classified, so I’ll just tell you what I can. I was working with the government on an important mission in Russia and it was vital they did not know who I was. We succeeded and now I get to come home to the town I love again.’

‘Second, in regards to the recent murders. Strangely, while it had nothing to do with my mission, there are some odd coincidences. A Russian group had infiltrated the town, and were using Hawkins as a test to see if they could destabilise America. Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson and Patrick McKinney were targeted as part of their mission and they blamed it on Mr Munson to have everyone looking for occult problems rather than the real culprits. Mr Munson has an alibi for the night of each murder, and we are pleased to exonerate him and let you all know that he has cooperated fully with us in our investigation. There was no satanic cult, and Mr Munson is merely a music enthusiast who looks a little different. Now, I know people in this town were scared, and wanted answers, but at times of danger, we have always pulled together. I would like to remind you that though he may be different, Mr Munson is one of us, and I expect you all to treat him as such in the coming days.’

You kissed Eddie, and he wrapped his arms around you. You could feel him shaking, and you held him and gently stroked his hair as he let out all the emotions of the last week or so. You’d never been so proud to know Hopper. You knew he’d come through for you. 

‘So that’s it,’ Dustin said. ‘It’s all over, and Eddie’s cleared.’

‘Sounds like it,’ you agreed.

‘Does this mean everything goes back to normal again?’ Robin asked. ‘And we just pretend it all never happened?’

Eddie finally sat back, wiping his face. ‘Well, you know, the town’s full of sheep, so yeah, that’s exactly what’s gonna happen.’ 

You laughed. ‘Yeah, it was like that after Will went missing, and then the fight at Hawkins lab, and then after last summer.’

‘At least El and Hopper are back,’ Mike said. ‘And Will gets to come home too.’

‘Where are you all gonna live?’ Dustin asked. ‘Hopper’s cabin is way too small for all of you.’

‘Oh, I think they’re looking at houses this afternoon,’ Jonathon said. ‘They’ll let us know once they’ve found one they think we’ll like.’

‘So you’re all moving in together, then?’ You asked, smiling at El and Will.

‘Yeah, like a family,’ El said, as Will wrapped an arm around her. 

‘We get a new sister,’ Will smiled. ‘To add to the one we already have.’

‘Already have?’ Robin asked, confused.

‘Yeah, y/n here is everyone’s big sister,’ Lucas said. 

You smiled. You were surrounded by your family and everything was gonna be okay.

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AT IT AGAIN LADS, got tagged by @kwamisalami

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

I won't be tagging people this time, as I'm in a writing hole.

The Five Times He Had to Engage in Purely Tactical Revision, While She Turned From a Fairy Tale

“I bet they could’ve made a plan, like the wolf and fox,” another of the children replied. “Enough people can fix any problem, yeah?”

Flannán was not one to jump at loud noises. But he felt...somewhere between panicked and...no that can’t be quite right-

-but she clapped a hand against her thigh and laughed proudly, entirely unaware of the tizzy the sound was putting him in, opening her satchel and taking out what looked to be a homemade biscuit (oh, he had smelled those this morning, he had thought them strange since they didn’t smell like the ones the kitchen staff made- that was one meaningless mystery solved). The druid gave it gently to the child, who eagerly bit into the snack.

“Exactly! More people need to think like that.”

Death of Winter

There is- there is another man that the others have been taking orders from. He shares similar dimensions, similar appearances, but you can tell by the way he holds his broad shoulders that he is not him. There is a pride to this new man that simply did not exist in him . There is a sense of-

-of invasion.

Lighting the Wick

“The story goes that you chose your people, who to give magic to. So...I’m not asking you to choose me for my whole life. That’s a big ask, and I don’t think.” She inhaled slowly. “I don’t think anyone would anyway? But um. I just need you to choose me for a little while, alright? At least until I can find a footing here. I don’t...I don’t want to kill anyone by apathy. If I can help...”

O' Neighbour Mine

But he knew himself. He knew his greed. His hand moved to a quill made of woven mothwing scales, dipping in ink of human blood.

“O’ neighbour mine,” he wrote in curling cursive. “O’ Luka of the Fairge…”

Illusion of Normality

His mom barked a laugh, giving him a one-armed hug. “I do. A friend once taught me that it was good to recognise how much your reach as a person extends. How much one should push. You can give a person water, but that doesn’t mean they’ll drink.” She hummed, her fingers playing with an old necklace, circular stainless steel with a piece of orange sea glass as the gem.

When they first realised their mom had this habit (playing with her necklace when thinking deeply), Nino recalled Mars theorising that it hadn’t been their mère’s necklace. “The way her fingers curl,” Mars had said, “maybe the necklace was another shape. Something swirly, maybe.” He replied slowly, “Sometimes, you don’t know what’s good for you until it’s gone.”

I was Broken; now We're golden

She looked up at him, eyes wide. “You-you’re not going to get mad for me asking that?”

“Stars, no,” Essek answered. “Has Sibil Tiria gotten angry with you asking questions?”

His apprentice nodded, and he mentally noted the sibil’s name down. 

“She-she said some knowledge doesn’t get to be told people like me,” she answered.

Day 12: Tooth and Nail

“From where did you steal thine gifts?” Ifrit asked in Amaljic (or so it sounded to her ears), hovering above her. He laid above her like a bored cavalry lizard, looking at her like she was something he was considering to chew on. “I cannot temper thee.”

“Sure, some folks are metal at their core,” Mahri drawled in Amaljic, “but you can’t make a fire harder or more elastic. You know as well as I that fire just is.”

“I suppose,” Ifrit replied. He lifted one of his claws (the length of one of his scimitar-like fingers was the length of her whole body and a primordial part of her mind reminded her of this, how he could so easily rip her in half) and put the very tip of it to below her right eye. “Where did thee get the spark of mine sibling, little coal thief?”

Do Something Crazy

“Oh.” Lillie started twirling a bit of her hair around her finger again. “Why do you hate your natural hair color? It’s very pretty.”

Jolene gave a small half-smile. “Thanks. I got it from my mom: dad’s got teal hair. You really think it’s pretty?” Hook, line, and...

“Yes!” Sinker? Lillie looked the most animated Jolene had seen her, somehow sitting up taller (she’d been sitting up straight before, perfect posture, but now Lillie seemed to have a bit of flare that she hadn’t had before) and utterly defensive. “Your hair color is very pretty. If you truly dislike it, you should change it, but I personally think it’s pretty.”

“Why’s that?” Jolene asked, tilting her head in true confusion now. Okay, this hadn’t been the reaction Jolene was expecting. Flustered shy sputtering, sure, but animated and seemingly passionate debate didn’t seem to be on the table until a moment ago. “I’m just a normal blonde-”

“It’s a nice and warm color,” Lillie replied, “that brings a nice warmth to your skin tone and gives a gentle aspect to your appearance.”

Jolene blinked. She’d been called many things, but gentle wasn’t anywhere on that list. “...thanks, kid. Maybe I’ll finally give it a chance. For the record, your hair’s pretty too.”

And with that salvo, the ball was back in Jolene’s court again as Lillie finally did the flustered sputtering she’d expected.

Kid had more surprises than Jolene thought she did.

Rooftop Romance

You snicker. “What, stealing from the fat cats to give to the starving? You know that I don’t steal from anyone who can’t recover from the theft in the first place.” His mind stutters for a response to that and you smirk under your helmet.

“It’s still- Macavity, you know it’s illegal,” Herald answers, hanging onto pure and simple ideology because it’s his armor.

You answer neatly in Latin that you know he doesn’t understand (he’ll look it up later, because that’s the sort of nerd he is), “Lex malla, lex nulla.”

Does it say?

“Again.” Danse Russe begins to play again.

You look up, squinting against the harsh white light. You look back down at the room in front of you. The hardwood floor, the mirrored walls (all reflecting you and your growing body, your lanky limbs, your blonde hair pulled into a bun, the black leotard stitched with orange that mimics the tattoos on your skin), the indifferent barre. You move back towards the barre, going through demi-plié, then grand plié...the bending warmups that you can do in your sleep.

Then you leave the barre, going to the center of the room, adage always meticulous adage, settle into first position. Then you go through the other parts of the routine, letting yourself grow comfortable in the way your body bends any way you want it to, how it responds so easily and casually. You smile, as your supposed to, as the role demands, but...it’s not hard. You’ll only learn the label for this emotion later in life, but you enjoy the grace you’ve been trained into. You always will.

But your foot lands wrong and so does the rest of you. Too fast, too free, you fall down face first into the hardwood, too quickly to have shut your smile down. Your teeth slam into the hardwood. You feel your mouth bleed as everything within it aches.

You slowly sit up on your own and bring a hand to hover right in front of your mouth as you assess the damage. You spit out a tooth into the hand, your tongue moving to stop the bleeding.

They do not replace the tooth for two months, making you feel its disappearance. Your mistake. You begin to hold your tongue there during practice, a biological reminder that forms into habit, even after the tooth is replaced. 

Ortega will tease you about it, when she eventually sees you concentrating without your mask on (she will lock herself out of her apartment, keys on the dining room table, and you will lockpick back into her apartment). You will not tell her the full story, only parts: the hardwood floor, the mirrored walls, the indifferent barre...

A Study in Cyan

“I refuse to make the cat in a tree metaphor,” Ada muttered, spinning in her chair. “I...but if the shoe fits? He’d like it.”

It was like she’d been stuck in a tree and he coaxed her down, branch by branch, until she’d made the choice to jump. That was more accurate than “falling”, it acknowledged her choice in it. She had jumped into his arms and had never regretted the choice to jump. He could’ve chosen to let her go, could’ve stopped all of his effort towards her once he had her, could’ve been lying about himself the whole time. But he hadn’t. He was so wonderful. She was letting herself indulge in the cat-tree metaphor, she could privately indulge in her poetic side to help her analyze this.

[beansnsoup]

High and in love

*Part 3

50 followers special!!

Argyle x fem!Byers!reader

Summary: You and Argyle have been together for a month now, Will and El know, but somthing sudden happens keeping you from telling your mom.

Warnings: Shouldn't be any

*May contain spoilers for season 4!!

Telling El was easy, she thought it was cute. Of course Mike was there when you told her, you told him not to say anything, that bastard is to opinionated. Will accepted it, he could care less about what you do with your life, not in a mean way, just in a way where it's your life and he doesn't want to mess with it.

Now you just had to tell your mom, that could be harder, she was kind of suspicious of Argyle. She didn't hate him, yet she never really saw him as boyfriend material though, not for you that is, Joyce didn't see him as your type, but she didn't know that he completed you.

You planned to go ahead and tell her that afternoon since Jonathan, El, and Will just found out. When you all walk inside you smell dinner, "Did mom say she was cooking?" You ask Jonathan, he shakes his head, "Maybe it's to greet Mike?" He tells you but is still questioning dinner.

When you all walk up Murray turns around, "Oh what the hell." You say under your breath, "Surprise!" Murray says to you all. Joyce walks out if the dining room to you all, "Hey! He's just here to visit ad for work!" She explains. You all just nod awkwardly. You guide Argyle to your room while you wait for dinner.

"We should tell my mom, after Murray decides what he's doing her." You roll your eyes at the sudden arrival. "Who is that dude anyway?" He asks, "He's not like a step-dad or anything if that's what you're thinking. He helped my mom and Jane's dad with some stuff back home. He's probably just checking in on us or somthing to see how we're doing after everything that happend in Hawkins." You explain to him.

He nods, getting comfortable on your bed, you lean your head on his shoulder. "God I hope he's good at cooking, I'm starving." You joke, all you had that day was cereal and gas station snacks. "Same man." He laughs.

You pull him in for a short kiss, "You're amazing." The compliment making him embarrassed, "Um, you are too." He mutters, his shyness making you laugh. You pull him in for a longer, sweeter kiss. "I mean it." He says when you pull away.

"As do i." You tell him. "Kids dinners done!" Joyce screams from the kitchen. You get holding out your hand for Argyle, "One more for the road." You grin, he takes your hand then gets up, giving you a short two kisses then letting go of your hand, both of you walk out of the room.

Argyle sits down next to Jonathan and you sit next to your somewhat secret boyfriend. They all start talking about Rink-O-Mania, about that roller skate to face incident, of course they don't tell Joyce it was El who did it, but they keep talking about it.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'm going to Alaska for a couple of days." Joyce says you all of you, you pause your chewing. "Is that why Murray's here?" You ask her. She nods, "It's works related, and Murray just happens to be going to." She finishes.

"Okay." Maybe you shouldn't tell her tonight.

"So you're going all the way to Alaska for a sale?" Will asked, still very confused about her announcement. "It's a new shipment I need, I need to go get it myself." She tells him, taking a bit of dinner.

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Everyone's gone to sleep, Argyle left, and Murray is watching TV in the living room. You and your mom are washing dishes in the kitchen. "Do you know how long you'll be gone?" You ask her, putting a plate on the rack.

"Not exactly, no." She replies handing you a cup to rinse, you let out a sigh. "I'm going to tell you now before you leave for some weeks." You tell her, with more attitude in your voice then you thought there would be.

She looks at you, her eyebrows raise, "Sorry." You apologize for your tone before she scolds you about it. "Me and Argyle, are..together." You say, slowly, like you're regretting telling her. She looks up from the plate she's scrubbing to look at you.

"I saw it coming after yo made Jonathan stay home from a hangout." She tells you, you smile in return. "Just don't go doing anything I wouldn't do." Joyce says in a stern tone. You laugh, "I'm serious." She says, you stop your laughing and put on a straight face.

"Yes ma'am." You respond, in the same serious tone. This makes her chuckle, "Just rinse this plate and go to bed." You follow her order, drying your hands after, then making your way to your bedroom.

I didn't plan to make a third part to this series but since Argyle got me popular and im celebrating 50 followers I decided to make one. I don't know if I'll do a fourth part though since I'm so slumped with other writing.

[motherkatereloyshipper]

Punch It - Chapter three

on Ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/39623298/chapters/101202933

Ben Solo had been certain, absolutely certain, that his parents had both written him off. The voice in his head, reinforced by Voe's nastiness, told him that so very often.

But the moment that he'd asked his dad to fetch him, he had, all blasters blazing and without a jot of hesitation

He watched as Han slid into the pilot's seat in the cockpit and set course.

A little face looked over his dad's shoulder at him, freckled and grinning. She spoke with a chirruping core world accent. "Hello Ben, I've missed you."

Ben scrunched up his face. "I'm pretty sure we've never met."

She climbed over his dad and Ben tried to squash the spear of jealousy at her comfort both with his dad and the ship. "I know," she grinned again, “but I've missed you anyway." And with that she hurtled toward him, giving his leg a fierce hug before clambering back to what had been his bunk.

“Erm, Dad, where am I gonna sleep now?” Ben chewed his lip.

 Han laughed. “I’ll have to weld you a new bunk in a bit, you need a bigger one anyway, you can bed down in the bunk behind the dejarik table for now and I’ll convert one of the storage bays to give you a bit of privacy once we hit Zhadalene.”

Ben slid into the co-pilot’s seat, “How’ve you been dad?”

Han shrugged, “Hell of a lot better now kid. Do you wanna raid my crates, maybe find yourself something a little less… pyjama shaped?”

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Ben loped toward his Dad’s bunk, what had been the family bunk when he was a kid, and everything felt oddly out of proportion, like he was on a miniature ship set to 2/3rds scale.

The galley was just as it was when dad tried to get mom to eat synthmeat fritters. Where he had learned to pulp the jogan fruit to make tarts with three points, where mom had warmed him milk when his nightmares were bad.

There appeared to be most of a sensor array coupling disassembled across the counter, and a thin layer of dust and grease told him they'd not been cooking much.

The Kowakian-esque kid bounced out again, dragging a dusty trunk from an underfloor storage bin. "Han's old clothes," she passed him a small lasknife and nodded toward his long Padawan braid.

Luke had let him wear his hair a little longer than would have been allowed back in the old Republic era, but had insisted on the braid; he'd not minded really, his extensive training in the Alderaanian braiding traditions meant he could occasionally weave a subtle 'eff you' into its narrow length. But the kid was right, it was time to let the past die, and so, he sliced it away.

Rey grabbed the fallen braid and stuffed it into one of her many pockets with a broad smile.

"Scavenger!" He growled but held back his temper. "What are you going to do with that?"

Rey grinned, "I'll tell you when we get to Byss."

"We're not going to Byss, Rey, we're going to Zhadalene." 

"We're not going to Byss yet, Ben, but when we do, you'll be glad I kept this."

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The black was a strange comfort, but the nightmares never really stopped. Ben was used to them now but the pressure in his head, the urge to run was stronger than it had been at the temple, maybe because now he could.

But he had his Dad and Uncle Chewie to hold on to and the kid was growing on him, most of the time, when she wasn’t driving him nuts.

She wore his old clothes, played with his old toys, sat on Uncle Chewie’s shoulder, and drummed on the ceiling to his dad’s old ‘Modal Nodes’ recordings just like he had done, but the minute he tried to teach her anything she went ballistic.

Dad had asked him to, for Kriff’s sake; he’d gotten out the balls and the blindfold that he had used in the early days of his force training and called her across. “Hey Little Sister, I have a game for you.” And she had screamed with rage. Called him a moof milker and slammed herself into her (his old) bunk.

Not the most auspicious of beginnings.

Dad suggested Sabbac, of course, he did, karking sleemo, and of course, there are two out of the 76 cards caught in Uncle Chewie’s fur, and four in Dad’s sleeve and four in his, just the way they’d taught him, so how was the kriffing Scavenger winning?

Rey grinned and slid out her cards, twenty-three in 5 cards is almost impossible, especially with every card below a 3 tucked away on someone's person, but there it was. She wrinkled her nose before exclaiming, “I’d have had it in seven if you lot wouldn’t keep hoarding all the ones.”

Rey grabbed the handful of chores chits from the middle of the table, doing a little shuffle, and Han shoved back his chair. “C’mon you little terror, let’s get you to bed as apparently you’re never gonna be tired as again what with you never having to do any work ever again!”

He hauled the small girl over his shoulder toward the ‘family quarters’, and Ben watched them disappear around the corner before he shoved the table, knocking the pile of cards to the floor.

Chewie put his large hand on his nephew's shoulder. Ben shrugged it off, the last thread holding his temper snapped. “Don’t,” he snarled. “You don’t get to sympathise with me, and you can’t karking comfort me. I lost that, my Dad will never pick me up again, and you could have stopped it, he listens to you. Kriff, Mom listens to you, you could have stopped it and you just let them throw me away.”

Chewie’s ice blue eyes reflected Ben’s pain for a moment before he grabbed his gangling nephew by the waist and threw him over his shoulder, spinning him around in a circle for a moment, before holding him to his chest like an infant as Ben beat his fists against the dense brown fur. “It’s ok,” he growled in shyriiwook, the vibrations rattling Ben’s whole body. “I’ve got you little cub, be angry with me, I’m not going anywhere”.

[yirrah748]

Chapter One: To The Seaside (Part One)

5 AM

I felt a sudden force on my feet, my feet was being pulled away. Mom then slapped my limb and said,

"Hurry up, we're going to be late. Just dress up quickly then we'll go."

To make sure that I wake up, she turned the lights on my bedroom, which burned my eyes. As if that wasn't enough, she turned the fan off. Though it was early morning, it was summer, so the room temperature immediately began to increase and I started to sweat. This made me so uncomfortable, left with no choice, I got up, rummaged a few clothes in my closet, and dressed up. I ended up wearing tight monochrome jogging pants, a loose mustard colored shirt, and a high ponytail, paired with green rubber shoes. I know my fashion sense is bad but I really didn't know it was THIS bad.

I grabbed my usual red sling bag and packed my phone, charger, head phones, a small pillow, and a pack of gum. Outside, they were already waiting for me. Dad had already turned on our small car and drove it out of the garage. Mom was counting and re-checking the items for our trip, and Uncle was scrolling on his phone. After Dad had prepared the car outside, Uncle began to move and helped Mom place our baggage in the car. The large items were already inside yesterday, so only the light necessities that we had recently used were left to be packed inside, for example, our blanket, towels, etc.

I went inside the four-seater car and went to my usual spot, the back, left side seat. I really liked it since I could lean my head on the window sometimes and my left arm would be sitting on the car's handle. It's the coziest spot in the car for me. No one can take it from me.

Once I felt comfortable, I opened a pack of gum and began to chew the two tablets inside. I then put on my headphones and set my playlist. After that, I took my small pillow, held it in my left hand, my arm leaning on the car handle. I could stay like this for hours.

5:40 AM

We arrived at the capital. When I woke up from my very short nap, I saw the road was lit with yellow lights on the side. We were on an overpass. On the side of the road were sky-high buildings, lit up brightly, their presence highlighted in the night. We were driving about as high as the building's tenth floor, give or take. We were traveling fast, so the yellow lights looked like streaks of light that were following us. The sight was beautiful. The sun had barely risen yet, and the sight of it made it look like it is from an urban sci-fi movie.

7 AM

I take back what I said earlier. The position made my left arm numb after a few minutes.

We later arrive at....somewhere. I forgot the name of the place that Mom told me, but we are somewhere. Let's call it 'Food Stop' instead, since this is where we stopped by to get our breakfast. There were many restaurants that were in there, about five or more different ones. The restaurant we had dined in just opened the moment that we had arrived so we were its first customers. My Mom asked me if I could tag along with her to the bathroom so I did.

So we took a quick bathroom break. Their bathroom is spotless and clean. That's all I could say, I couldn't say the other things that were done inside there, that's way too private.

When Mom and I returned to our seats, our orders were ready....after thirty minutes, 'cause you don't get your food as fast as you go to the bathroom. Anyway, I accidentally ordered a huge breakfast, which I thought was small, since the picture on the menu was small. In reality, it was pretty big, the length of the plate is almost the size of my ribs. I don't think I could finish it.

Mom and Dad both got a meal consisting of pan-fried milk fish, garlic rice, and eggs. Uncle and I got this "American Breakfast", consisting of a girthy sausage (about 5-6 inches long), a few strips of bacon, two big pancakes (4 inches or more in diameter), and of course, an egg. I'm sorry if I keep using inches for my measurements. There was this one time my teacher taught me that one thumb is one inch long. I don't know if that's true so if you want, I can replace inches with thumbs.

8 AM

I was the last one to finish my meal and it took me an hour to eat it all. By myself. Dad and Mom offered a helping hand by taking the strips of bacon, which I didn't appreciate, but it was help nonetheless. We rarely cooked bacon at home so I was always pretty excited to eat it. Anyways, help is help. I appreciate their goodwill.

At last, I'm quite proud by not wasting food. Next time, I've learnt my lesson to not order that anymore.

10 AM

Oh, Lord please help my stomach feels so bad. I feel like I'm between retching and crying every few seconds. I haven't thrown my food out of my stomach yet, I'm still crying.

11 AM

Later, I found out that the source of my misery was my tight jogging pants. I've learned the second lesson that if you plan to wear something tight, don't eat like an elephant.

12 PM

I couldn't eat lunch at all, so I let Mom, Dad, and Uncle eat by themselves. I told them that I may have just eaten a whole day's worth of food in one sitting and I couldn't eat lunch at all, even if I tried to. They were quite worried so I assured them that I'd eat once I felt that the food had gone down. I know they love me so they made me take a bite, but I'm sorry but your love may just kill me and pop my stomach like a balloon. I might have forgotten to write this down earlier but our journey was about thousands of kilometers away. Like, 500 kilometers? I don't exactly remember. So that's why this trip is taking so long. I asked dad earlier while they were eating their chicken. Turns out, because of heavy traffic, we may just arrive there late in the evening or worse, at night.

[TBC, Updates every Friday]

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 20

Request: Yes or No

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"Time travel sounds fun until you see how cringy you used to be." You said, watching Nebula fix some things on the suit Scott had on.

"I've never been cringy." Scott said. You stayed silent in response, glancing at Rhodes. Scott blinked, scoffing softly as you giggled.

"You're great, Scott." You gave a tired smile. Bruce went to put in the red capsules.

"Hey- Hey, be careful!"

"I'm being very careful." Bruce replied.

"No, you're being very Hulky." Scott put in the capsules himself. Even if Bruce was careful, he could still crush whatever was in there without even thinking about it. It was weird seeing Bruce in Hulks body but you supposed it helped end the beef they had. Scott and Bruce went back and forth until he turned small and big in a second.

"Alright, one test run." Scott gave a sheepish smile, glancing at everyone in the room. "I'm not ready for this."

"I'm game." You turned your head, looking at Clint. You crossed your arms, a soft sigh leaving you.

"I'll do it." Clint shrugged. Scott licked his lips, looking at Bruce. Bruce gave him a small nod so Scott walked out of the room to change out of the suit. Clint followed.

"So.. He got a new tattoo." Rhodes glanced at you. You licked your lips, shrugging lightly. Rhodes sighed, leaving the room momentarily before returning with some twizzlers. He offered one to you, giving a small smile. You took it, taking a small bite from it as Clint walked into the room with the suit on. Nebula made sure everything was good with the suit.

"Clint, you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the shift. Don't worry about it." Bruce told him.

"Wait, wait.. Let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know go back in time, why don't we just find baby Thanos and just.." Rhodes made a wrapping and squeezing motion.

"I mean, it's a solid idea. Baby Thanos was probably real ugly anyways." You said, chewing on the candy. Bruce stared at you and Rhodes in disbelief.

"First of all, that's horrible-"

"It's Thanos."

"And secondly, time doesn't work that way. Changing the past doesn't change the future."

"We go back and get the stones before Thanos gets them.. Thanos doesn't get the stones!" Scott said, shrugging. Rhodes nodded, motioning to him.

"Problem solved!"

"Bingo." Clint nodded as Nebula glanced at them, giving a small shake of her head.

"That's not how it works." She muttered.

"Anyways, who told you that?"

"Star Trek, Terminator, Time Cop, Time After Time, Wrinkle in Time, Hot Tub Time Machine-"

"So, any movie with time in the name." You said with a chuckle.

"Well, it doesn't work like that. If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future and your former present becomes your past." Bruce explained. You hummed, continuing to munch on the twizzler.

"If time travel works.. That means there's different versions of ourselves in different.. Dimensions, right? Like living things we've lived and making decisions we'll eventually make?"

"Yes, actually." Bruce nodded, glad that at least someone was getting it.

"For example, my past self might be in Sokovia fighting Ultron right now while my future self might be relaxing on a beach." Bruce said with a shrug. You hummed, nodding.

"I wonder what my future self is doing.."

"Probably getting therapy instead of napping and drinking." Rhodes muttered, glancing at you. You scoffed softly.

"You drink?" Clint questioned, brows furrowing as a frown tugged at his lips. You shifted your gaze back to the man you used to call dad and shrugged.

"Occasionally." Once the suit was good to go and Bruce had told Clint everything he needed to do, you followed the guys and Nebula to the platform Rocket had built. It was surprising how much a raccoon could built. You glanced at Thor, giving him a small nod. Bruce walked up to the controls, the others standing behind him as they watched Clint stand in the center.

"Alright, Clint.. We're going in three.. Two.." You could tell Clint was nervous, you were too. Despite everything, he had still been someone who took you in and loved you. You slowly chewed on the twizzler, gaze flickering around the platform. To Clint it could feel like hours but it would merely be seconds for you and the others. Clint suddenly appeared, falling on the ground. The helmet retracted as he panted. Natasha quickly rushed up onto the platform with you following incase he had injuries. Natasha helped him up, getting him grounded as Clint looked around.

"I saw her... I saw Lila again.." Clint panted. You stared at him, swallowing as your grip on the twizzler tightened. Clint tossed a baseball glove at Tony, nodding.

"It worked." Clint said. A sense of relief filled you along with everyone. There was a chance at getting everyone back. The team turned, heading to an office in order to talk more and come up with a game plan. You finished your twizzler, taking a seat and watching Tony pull up pictures of the stones.

"We gotta find out the when and the where." Steve said, looking over all of the stones.

"Almost everyone in this room has had at least one encounter with an infinity stone." Steve turned his attention onto everyone. You supposed Vision counted as an encounter.

"Or substitute encounter by being damn near killed by one of the stones." Tony added, shrugging as he sipped on his coffee.

"I haven't." Scott piped in. "I have no clue what the hell you're talking about."

"Regardless, we only have enough pinparticles for one trip each and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history." Bruce said, slowly walking around the office.

"Our history." Tony reminded him. "So, not alot of convenient spots to drop in."

"Which means we'll have to pick our targets." Clint muttered. Tony nodded, shooting him the side eye. You cocked a brow when you made eye contact with Tony. Tony simply patted your shoulder.

"Let's start with the ether. Thor, what do you know?" Steve asked, everyones' attention shifting onto the god of lighting. Thor sat in a corner, coke bottle in hand and sunglasses on.

"Is he asleep?" Natasha asked after Thor didn't answer. You stared at him. The last five years had definitely been rough for him.

"Pretty sure he's dead." Rhodes mumbled. You sighed, reaching forward and grabbing a cup of water. You made it turn ice cold before tossing it at the god. Thor jolted awake, looking down at his wet shirt.

"Thor, the reality stone. What do you know about it?" Steve asked again, watching him stand and approach the picture of the reality stone. You listened to Thors' rambling, turning to look at Tony. Scott was the only one interested in what he had to say. Tony approached him, urging him to sit.

"Alright.. Who's next?"

~~~~~~~~~~

You stared at the pictures. Three stones in New York, one in Asgard, and the other two in Morag. You looked at Steve as he approached the hologram.

"Alright, we have a plan. Six stones, three teams. One shot." Steve said. You swallowed, glancing at Rocket and Thor. You had been assigned on their team. Just in case. You stood up with the others, going off to change. You stared at the two pictures in your locker. One of the Barton family and the other of the Stark family. You headed towards the platform after changing, standing beside Thor and Rocket.

"Stay safe." Natasha said softly, giving your arm a squeeze. Steve gave a pep talk before you put your helmet on. You absolutely hated the feeling as you went through what looked like a blue tunnel. When you blinked, you were in Asgard. Thor held a finger up to his lips, passing by a room. You followed, glancing back and seeing his brother. You had never officially met Loki but he was an odd dude. You reached a hall, standing besides Thor. You listened to the women talk in the hall. You shared a look with Rocket.

"There's Jane." Thor whimpered, shaking his head. Rocket sighed.

"Alright.." Rocket hopped off the stone block, looking at you and Thor.

"You're gonna charm her, (Y/N) will be our lookout, and I'll poke her with this thing, get the stone, and we'll be gone." Rocket said, watching Thor. You gave a nod but Thor sniffled.

"I'll be right back. The wine cellar is just down here. My father used to have this huge barrel of ale." You stared at Thor, letting out a sigh as you scratched your forehead. You heard a door opening and quickly ducked besides Rocket.

"Yes, and could you also let me know when Gaia plans on visiting again?" You blinked, feeling your body freeze. You slowly stood, glancing at Thor as he slowly walked down the hall, gaze on the woman.

"Who's the fancy woman?" Rocket asked, hopping onto the stone. You swallowed, turning your head and looking at the woman.

"That's my mother..." Thor answered. Your eyes slightly widened, turning to face Thor. You opened your mouth to ask him a question.

"She dies today." Thor whispered. You shut your mouth, frowning. You licked your lips, gaze flickering around.

"How.. How does she know Gaia?" You asked softly. Thor glanced at you with furrowed brows.

"She was a friend of my mothers'." Thor answered. He looked back at where his mother had been, shaking his head.

"I can't do this." He breathed out, beginning to pant softly. You and Rocket faced him. Rocket told Thor to get closer as Thor rambled. You blinked as Rocket slapped him, almost laughing at the sight of a raccoon slapping a god.

"You think you're the only one who lost people? What do you think we're doing here? I lost the only family I ever had. Same with nature boy over here. I get you miss your mom, but she's gone. Really gone and there are plenty of people who are kind of gone. You can help them. So is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs out of your beard, talk to the girl, and when she's not looking, suck the infinity stone and help us get our families back?" Rocket stared at him. Thor nodded, a small whimper leaving him as his eyes watered.

"Thor, calm down." You said softly, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "You're the god of lighting, Thor. You can do this."

"Yeah, yeah, I can." Thor nodded. You gave him a small smile, following Raccoon towards the door. You turned, hearing footsteps rushing away. You sighed.

"He's gone." You muttered. Rocket groaned softly.

"You go after him. I'll go get the stone." Rocket said, turning around and walking towards the room.

"I don't know this place." You huffed, looking at the talking raccoon. Rocket let out an exasperated sigh.

"Be my lookout." He mumbled. You walked towards the room Jane was in, watching Rocket enter. You stood infront of the doors, gaze flickering around. You had no idea what you were gonna do if somebody asked you what you were doing. You swallowed, glancing in the direction Thors' mother had gone in.

"He'll be fine." You assured yourself, speedwalking in the direction. You spotted Thor, quietly walking towards him.

"Thor-"

"Shh." He brought up a finger to his lips. Thor grabbed you, keeping you hidden behind the pillar as his mother passed by. She dismissed her girls. You and Thor peeked around the corner.

"What are you doing?" You flinched, letting out a yelp as a woman yelped as well. You turned and faced her, watching her look at Thor. Thor suddenly grabbed you, covering you with his jacket.

"You're better off leaving the sneaking to your brother." The woman said, head tilting.

"What are you wearing? Who is this?" She asked, stepping forward. You swatted Thor's arm away, clearing your throat.

"Uhm, I'm- I'm (Y/N)." You said. Rocket was gonna kill you.

"Frigga." She gave a polite smile. "What are you wearing?" Friggas' brows furrowed, looking Thor over. Frigga slowly approached her son, placing a hand on his cheek. Thor rambled slightly. Frigga smiled softly.

"You're not the Thor I know, are you?" She asked softly.

"Yes I am."

"The future hasn't been kind to you, has it?" She gently brushed some hair out of his face. You watched her, gaze softening. You could see why Thor loved his mother so much. They shared a tight hug, something Thor had desperately needed.

"Let's talk." Frigga smiled. You tuned out as Thor spoke to his mother. You walked around her room, looking over the glass. You licked your lips, looking over at them.

"How do you know Gaia?" You asked softly. Frigga turned to look you curiously.

"Like, uhm, Thor told me but I.. I wanna know more." You said, facing her. Frigga tilted her head, slowly approaching you.

"Gaia? What would you want with her?"

"She's my mother and she.. She kind of abandonded me." You shrugged lightly, letting out a small awkward laugh. Frigga hummed, gaze softening.

"Gaia's in.. It's hard to explain. She's in The Garden. She lives there and it's how she watches over her creations." Frigga explained.

"How do I get there?"

"Fairy rings. Only certain people have access to her portals." Frigga said. You nodded, keeping it in mind. Thor stood, approaching you and his mom.

"Mother, I must tell you something-"

"No, Thor." Frigga turned to face her son, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Mother-"

"Guys!" Rocket shouted, running towards you. "You were supposed to watch the door!"

"I know." You gave an apologetic smile. Rocket shook his head, showing the stone.

"I got it." He breathed out. "Oh, hey, you must be mom."

"I wish we had more time." Thor said softly. Frigga smiled gently, grabbing his hands.

"This was a gift. Now you go and be the man you were meant to be." Frigga said softly. Thor gave her a sad smile.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you." Frigga hugged Thor tightly. She pulled back and smiled. Rocket began to count but Thor stopped him. He extended his hand towards the balcony area. You and Rocket shared a look.

"W-What are we looking at?" He asked.

"It takes a second." Frigga chuckled softly. Thors hammer returned to him, making him beam. You smiled softly as the suit returned.

"Nice meeting you." You said.

"Same here." Frigga smiled, giving a small wave. The helmet came on and you went back through the nauseating blue tunnel. You grunted, shutting your eyes tightly.

"Yeah, fuck that." You muttered, rubbing your forehead. You looked around, noticing Clint fall to his knees with teary eyes.

"Where's Nat?"

~~~~~

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[chaneilkular]

ok the gay stuff...... why is literally EVERYONE in this show gay hello????? fucking obsessed. i get the feeling u prefer cartero to bobby & cj which so valid. first of all cj hello cyrus & tj combined like 🥴 no but i love him he seems super sweet and like makes bobby more bold i think??? BUT ALSO why is this kid a junior 😕 the entire time i was like oh he’s a sophomore so only one grade above but then someone said junior at the end and i...... like what was the reason</3 considering that i feel like they won’t be endgame but honestly s2 did not go as i expected so i’m not gna even try and predict what will happen. either way i’m happy bobby has new friends and a bf i feel like he needed those to help him branch out!!! the whole are you jealous what if i am HELLO batshit crazy again bobby being pushed to be open ab his feelings ‼️‼️ but ok cartero like...... liam straight up looked like he’d been the told the worst news of his life at the end HELLO the dude has 2 be bi and like him back why else would he be that devastated ???? i appreciate that they teased a love triangle but it didn’t come until the end rly threw me for a spin ! jada breaking up w him hoooo boi last thing i expected it was so random but hs is like that but still i just didn’t think the writers would do that 😳 ALSO bobby on his own the most important ofc i’m not super attached to either couple tbh like i will say i see more chemistry w cj only bc we got more focus on them but he’d be happy w both and as long as bobby’s happy i’m fine ! so so proud of him for coming out obviously that isn’t necessary at all but for him it meant expressing himself and opening up which he never does so :’) and telling elena AH she was the best and the whole i’d rather take a guy that was incredible..... and then his mom naur don’t get me started the dude rly went his name is cj ah 😭 i was straight up doing a jig in my room last night at all his scenes i love him sm. ALSO ok wish we had more of danielle and cami together but her proposing :’) oh the gays are winning here anyway that is it for now PLEASE lmk ur thoughts on literally anything 💖

let's get into thisss... honestly, this is how a good show should be structured. everyone gay, the token straights on their best behavior and actually setting an example on how to be good allies. we love to see it. yeah, I'm not going to lie. when I've sunken my teeth into something fruity, you better believe I'm going to keep chewing until I've extracted all the flavor. honestly, I just don't have an opinion on cj yet. like, I think liking them as a couple is fine and to say he didn't help bobby grow is just plain wrong. there's just not much else to him for me, personally. they could've named him anything but cj, though. like, this is not a coincidence, I refuse to believe that. so, if we're going to see a lot more of him next season (let's hope, we're going to get one... I've not forgotten how long it took d*sney to renew this show), he needs to presented a little bit more complex, in detail of sorts. we need to get to know him better. when it comes to love triangles though, I'm always all in for just one guy and you know who that is here 🙊 honestly don't know why they went with the 'cooler older guy' trope. I feel like there's a lot of vicious spins to this and I just hope we don't get to see any of them. I'm just tired of certain narratives when it comes to gay relationships in media. going to admit they had a lot more chemistry but this was mainly because bobby and liam had basically nothing going on this season except bobby's initial jealousy... only for them to crank that shit up to 100% real quick with that scene™. if this is not what heartbreak looks like, I don't know what does. for the record: that boy is not straight. I've never been a big fan of coming out narratives. maybe that's just my personal view on things or whatever. but they did it so well? I can't even express how I'm feeling about it. streets are saying I might have been crying a little. will not go into detail. really the most beautiful and best reactions you could get and I love that so much for bobby. really beautifully done, really hopeful. they didn't undermine the importance of it either but also didn't make it weird... you know? maybe the best moments this season by far. cami is literally my favorite side character. I just love how unapologetically lesbian she is with everything she does and says. it's so refreshing to have an character who is allowed to view things from a gay perspective and say things from a gay perspective. completely unredacted. I just love her so much. the show just wouldn't be the same without her 💕

[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Augustus' burner phone is the key to locating Nero but the team discovers that it's more than just Nero that's behind all of this. Will the former 141 soldiers find out what Nero is up to? Will Alex rescue Samantha?

Table of Contents

Hello! Ray's Back in his game!

Chapter 16 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

My Damsel in Distress

"Alex"

Task Force 141 - Disbanded

On a plane off to somewhere

General Shepherd.

The name sent Alex's blood boiling from rage. He couldn't believe that a high ranking official would actually betray them and could still run away from it.

It's no secret that he wanted 141 out of the Nero scene. But why? He knew full well that Samantha doesn't have access over the address but he still took her? And he also knew that this little team won't walk away without her safe. Alex wondered what's running inside the snow-caterpillar-stache's little brain. He couldn't even say his name now.

He clenched his fists, feeling the thick leather gloves he wore for battle. It was a devastating day for him. They just bonded for a few moments here and there and now she’s already taken away from him. He couldn’t keep count how many times it happened. It was frustrating.

“So, which safehouse are you bringing us today?” Alex joked with his former CO. Jack looked serious as always, he never gets these kinds of humor.

“Same one in Brazil. It’s the most forgotten and spacious. No one’s going to come looking for us in South America.” Jack replied, looking worriedly at Alex.

“I know when you’re preoccupied Alex. What happened afterward?” Jack turned to him and Alex knew he had to open up. He deserved the truth anyway.

“I uh… I fell for her, Jack. I know I told you that I won’t but it just hit me.”

“Like a fucking brick…” Jack interrupted and chuckled.

“All I can say is that you’ve done a better job than I did when I fell in love. I could still see your determination towards your work. Or maybe because she’s still involved in all of this.” he added, causing Alex to relax his tensed shoulders.

“It’s good to have you back, old man.” Alex shook his hand and smiled. With all the problems around him, it was good to have someone close to him to talk to. He was glad Nero didn't kill him back in the Gulag.

“Yeah. Me too, and it looks like you’ve got yourselves a determined bunch. Especially that guy.” he noted, pointing to Soap who was sitting with France. Alex remembered how the two of them met at the Gulag and in that short span of time Jack was able to read the whole guy’s personality.

“Soap? Yeah, he’s an achiever. Heard he’s top of every obstacle course back at the base.” Alex mused, looking at the two. They were sitting together quietly but Alex felt jealous. He could've been doing that with Samantha right now. Now that she's ready to hear the truth about them.

"Yeah. He's got some fight in him. I'm sure we'll defeat Nero even with this little band right here. And I'll do my best to be of assistance to you." he patted Alex's shoulder and went back to check on Nikolai.

~

Safehouse 110197, Brazil

Alex remembered that this place was compromised, but then again that was the CIA mole's henchmen that found them here and they're no longer affiliated with Nero. Or he picked this place because no one would think of going back here after being compromised. The Reverse Psychology card. Either way, Alex didn't mind.

As the team slowly scattered around the house and prepared everything, Alex took note of some changes since his last visit. More beds were added and supplies got restocked. Even the bullet cache looked reloaded.

The team loaded off everything they salvaged, or stole, from the 141 and set it all up. Ghost prioritized the tech stuff while the women fixed the bedrooms. Alex offered help but was denied by Gary saying "Your face still hurts so don't over exert yourself, we can do this on our own."

So Alex plopped by the central couch as Ghost untangle the wires, putting them on their respective slots.

"You holding up okay?" The masked man asked as soon as Alex released a deep sigh.

"I'm worried about Samantha." he replied, resting his hands on the back of his head.

"She doesn't have the address, what does Shepherd want from her?" Alex added, his tone raised like a kid complaining.

"I have no idea. But I do have something else. Information on the surprise attack at the 141." Ghost said, as Jack and Price moved toward them and discussed the contents of Augustus' phone.

"That bastard gave away our location." Price cursed.

"So his plan to disband us would be successful." Alex added and Ghost nodded.

"Why get Samantha though? He knows we'll be coming for him." Ghost added and the rest of them speculated their theories.

"Augustus failed to get her so Shepherd did it for him? For what?" Jack noted, reviewing their whole mission for reference.

"Something bigger, I presume." Price spat and everyone fell silent. The rest of the team except for Gary and Maxine gathered for a short briefing. Everyone gave away their take as to why, some of them made sense while some reasons don't add up. And thinking about it was only making them more frustrated.

Everyone looked serious until they inhaled the fresh aroma of dinner from the kitchen. Alex turned and saw Gary and Maxine, smiling while serving up the team's dinner. He could sense something him and Samantha once shared in this place and it looked like the Safe house did it's charm once again.

"Now that's bloody good cookin'" Price announced and everyone laughed. He wasn't the kind of person to say those kinds of things, but he did, and it was all they needed to ease the tension of not knowing what's next.

They never gathered like this before, together, happy and noisy. The two oldies sat on the opposite edges of the round table while Soap, France, Gary and Maxine sat beside each other on the left. Simon and Alex sat on the other side, an empty chair resided beside them.

"Don't worry lad, we'll rescue her." Price muttered and Jack nodded. Alex smiled as they started to eat some food.

"Hold on a minute!" Soap exclaimed causing everyone to halt.

"Thank you Lord for thy blessings which we are about to receive. Amen." he muttered while everyone looked at him.

"Amen!" they all said in unison and wolfed down Gary and Maxine's delicious meal.

"This tastes so good! Just like Mom used to make!" Francine chewed happily. Maxine stared at her supposed to be sister and smiled.

"It does?" she breathed.

"Mmhmm.. I was always jealous that you two were so close together in the kitchen, everything I touch turns to a culinary mess." she frowned and made everyone else laugh. Soap stared at her in amazement.

"You and me both, France." Jack agreed. The gang bonded throughout dinner and enjoyed the company. Alex volunteered on the dishes and France offered to help.

"You think she's going to be fine?" Maxine asked as she checked the contents of the fridge, looking at Alex who looked very focused on the dishes he's cleaning.

"She's been kidnapped a lot of times now. I think she's used to it." Alex attempted to joke, but the tone of his voice was far from kidding.

"Aye, That lassie's a tough one. Don't worry Alex. We'll get her, Shepherd's bound to make a mistake anytime soon." Soap commented from behind him while leaning on the kitchen island.

"I told you I can handle assisting Alex on my own!" France giggled as she wiped the plates dry.

"Aye! I know! Can't a man just enjoy some time with his girlfriend?" he raised his hand mocking surrender. France turned back and crossed her arms.

"Ahem. Girl space Friend. There's a space in between." she scolded and MacTavish just chuckled.

"Whatever you say, Babe." he joked once again as he stepped out of the kitchen.

"Ugh. That guy's so full of himself." France groaned. Alex and Maxine exchanged glances and laughed, causing the female soldier to worry.

"What?" she asked.

"You two look cute together." Maxine chuckled, closed the fridge and walked away.

"We're not together!" France yelled, making sure Maxine would hear it wherever she went.

"We will be soon!" Soap exclaimed from outside, followed by collective laughter from the group of men with him.

~

Alex groaned and looked at his watch. It's already 3:36 am and he couldn't sleep. He slowly got up and looked around. On the huge bed, Jack and Price slept peacefully as evidenced by the loud snoring. Beside him on the floor was Soap, Roach and an empty spot where Ghost was supposed to sleep. The girls occupied the guest room.

Alex slowly got up and carefully assisted his metal leg, trying not to make noise as he waltzed to the balcony where he suspected Ghost to be.

And he was right, Ghost sat by the railings on the terrace, not a single expression of fear etched on his face. A face Alex saw for the first time.

"Can't sleep?" the former CIA asked. Ghost slowly turned his head and nodded.

"I'm just contemplating…" he muttered, the tone of his voice sound defeated.

"We caught ourselves in a crazy situation, huh?" Alex chuckled trying to make the best of the situation. Ghost didn't seem to like the vote of happiness as he clicked his tongue and sighed.

"I'm into France… but it looked like she's happier with John." he spat. From what Alex heard from Roach, Ghost was not the kind of person to open up. And this was all too surprising for him.

"I… uh…" Alex stammered.

"Look, I'm also sorry… You don't have to reply… I was about to vent to Gary about this but he seemed too preoccupied with Maxine and I didn't want to bother him."

"Look, it's okay. Ghost."

"It's Simon, Simon Riley."

"It's okay Simon. That's life. You win some, you lose some." he consoled. He tried to make it as positive as possible but he was also down in the dumps, like him.

"Thanks for the honesty. I just realized how devastated you must be. I never got to hear your story until Gary told me. It must've been tough losing her over and over again." Gary talked without looking at him.

"It's like I've been cursed to lose her and save her all over again." Alex complained.

"Like Link." Simon announced like it's a great metaphor which Alex didn't get.

"Link?"

"Like from the video game. Where this knight was always out to save her damsel in distress. It's got many different variations but it's always the same name. Generations have passed and Link was always destined to save Zelda." he said in amusement.

"My damsel in distress…" Alex noted and looked up at the stars, wishing that wherever Samantha may be, he hoped she's safe and also thinking of him.

Next Chapter : Delayed Flight

Notification Squad my beloved

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[gabrieldrawsstuff]

Aight fellas, I'm doing a list of canon descriptions of dw characters for future reference, might do a second part with more minor characters

SPOILER ALERT OBV

STRANGER

-THE JOURNAL : "Somehow I'm wearing a coat, so I must've changed my clothes on my way here. I don't recognize myself anymore. I can barely hold this pencil. Has my body changed?"

-DOCTOR : "I see you haven't regained your speech. You need to find another doctor."

-SNAIL : "Your face... What happened to you?

The snail's jaw falls so low, it almost detaches itself from the rest of the body.

You scared me... You barely resemble a human... You should cover yourself..."

SNAIL : "You're so ugly, I feel like puking... You barely resemble a human being..."

THE CRIPPLE : "You, lad. You've got your hands and legs. Strong arms. I beg you!"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Can't you speak? Did someone take away your voice?"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Your gob looks like that because of this fiendish air, do you know? I bet you can't speak, because you didn't keep your mouth shut when walking through the woods."

MAMA ELEPHANT : "(...) I know you want something, you leper demon."

MUSHROOM GRANNY : "(...) But you're young and strong."

CHICKEN LADY : "Whaddaya need, poor soul? Hungry, eh? I'd give ya some stew, but what good will it do?"

(I think in polish version it was closer to 'how will you eat it' although I can't be sure)

MIRROR : "You are one ugly bastard. I guess you got what you deserved."

MUSICIAN : "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are!"

MUSICIAN : "You're not af-fraid of anything!"

WOLFMAN : "Even from afar I can smell your putrid stench. Be glad I don't have an appetite for carcasses, Meat"

WOLFMAN : (after the church dream sequence) "Meat, what's with the big eyes? Hehe... Scared?"

WOLFMAN : (when you nod to a question if you're making a joke of him) "You're a brave piece of meat... and what's more important, one with a sense of humor. 

WOLFMAN : "Are you pretending to be human, or are you just cracking jokes?"

WOLFMAN : "You look tired, Meat. Busy night?"

WOLFMAN : "Have fun, Meat... Just remember to hide that disaster of a face or it's no dancing for you"

WOLFMAN : (when you spare the sow) "My heart sings with joy when I see such selfless kindness. Tell me the truth, Meat. It was you, wasn't it?"

vvvvv

TRADER

-A man, roughly my size, is standing before me.

I can barely make out his disturbingly familiar features through the matte visor of his helmet...

The massive helmet is covered with an old sack and seems to be an integral part of the unnaturally pale body.

-The man reaches out to me with his black hand. It's covered in charcoal... There's something written on his worn, woolen glove.

-Visibly struggling, the man drops the sack from his back and bends in half, as if out of breath. He shakes the dust off his clothes, then rolls up the sleeve of his, seemingly too small, jacket. 

-The old sack covering his body slides down, revealing his chest, covered in horrid growths. It is fused with a porous helmet, pulsating to the rhythm of his breath.

vvvvv

WOLFMAN

THE JOURNAL: "If I'm not delusional, the man whom I met... had the head of a wolf."

FIRST ENCOUNTER: The figure hides its face under the hood. It smells of wet soil and fur.

WOLFMAN: "(...)I barely believe my beautiful eyes... (...) The Wolf smiles, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

AT BARN RUINS: The Wolf makes a quick leap and, bouncing against me with his swollen belly, he puts his paws on my shoulders. He ostentatiously licks his face. (...)

-I notice fresh bloodstains on his fur and feel streaks of his saliva dripping onto my coat. 

-The Wolf takes two steps back. I can only see a row of filthy, sharp teeth underneath his hood.

-The Wolf squeezes my arms and starts licking my face. Once from the left side, once from the right side. (...) His breath stinks of rot.

WOLFMAN: "Thanks to you I feel fulfilled! I got my girl, my sweet little lady back."

-Suddenly the Wolf sends me back with a powerful push and reaches into his coat pocket.

WOLFMAN: "(...) and then nothing wil keep you from getting the fuck out of my part of the woods! Do you get me, Meat? You will pack your bags, dive into that stinking hole of yours and dissa-fucking-pear!"

-Finally he snorts, his thick, yellow spit landing on the photo.

-The Wolf grabs the box and starts sniffing it from every angle. I could swear I've heard his tail moving under his coat.

WOLFMAN: "And what am I supposed to do with it? Bite it until it opens? Your brain must be rotting if you think I will break my fangs for this shit."

WOLFMAN: "An electronic game, eh? About a wolf stealing chicken eggs... hehehe. Good one!I've a soft spot for games, how about you?"

-As I produce the key, the Wolf's pupils widen with excitement.

WOLFMAN: (about villagers) "Those selfish, deceitful wretches! They think they're superior, because they have human gobs. They treat us like lepers! But you know what? Fuck them. We're buddies, aren't we? And them? They deserve to be punished, Meat..."

-The Wolf pierces me with his look and grins. A string of saliva lands on his hole-riddled jacket.

-The Wolf puts his paw on me. I can feel his claws puncturing my skin.

WOLFMAN: (about piotrek) "Meat! Fucking hell, seen that? Hahaha! Seen that? Hahaha! Off he flew, didn't he? OFF HE FUCKED!!! Hahahaha!"

WOLFMAN: "If you wish to spend some more quality time basking in the striking, yet natural beauty of my features before you head off to the Silent Forest, you will find me in my camp in the Dry Meadow."

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DOCTOR

THE JOURNAL: "What I do know is that the insane fucker took my key. My only chance to get out of the woods. He also tore out all the pages from my journal."

THE JOURNAL: "The doctor has escaped. So be it. He would only be a hindrance anyway."

CHICKEN LADY: "My sisters! Where did ya find it? It's all that godless quack's fault - devil brought him! All he did was prescribe this and that, scribble this no-good drivel! To hell with them papers!"

-I can feel the doctor's cold hand grab me by the jaw, (...)

-He removes his dirty glasses with a trembling hand and freezes.

DOCTOR: "First they begged for help, now I need to hide from them! I'm just an ordinary doctor! How the fuck was I supposed to help them?! How?!"

-With shaking hands, he reaches for the cigarrete butt between his yellow teeth.

DOCTOR: "I used to come here to treat people. I pulled out kids' milk teeth, delivered babies... (...) Last time I came here was three or four years ago. Then the trees blocked the path."

-The Doctor is visibly pleased with himself and his theory. His hands are no longer trembling. He produces a hand-rolled cigarette and lights it.

DOCTOR: "(...) I have no idea where it leads. I'm a shitty diver. (...)"

-The Doctor stares right into my eyes. Mud drips from his face. He hasn't blinked in over a minute.

- (...)His glasses are so dirty, I barely see the eyes hiding underneath.

-A chunk of mud falls down on his exposed tongue. He chews it slowly and swallows with satisfaction.

-The Doctor puts the muddy hand into his mouth, grimaces and pulls out a yellow tooth. He puts it into the pocket of his torn trousers. The tooth falls through a hole. He does not notice this...

-Slowly he bends down and grabs a thick branch from the ground. He starts biting the bark off of it. He swallows the bark with an effort, but also great satisfaction. He places the stick among other ones sticking out of his mud-covered head.

WOLFMAN: "Well, well. I know this quack. A nonentity, a third-rate witch doctor. Useless fucking clunker... But he still managed to screw you over with that key. Eh, comrade?"

MUSICIAN: "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are! He helped me. He is helping all of us! He gave me this beautiful mask, so I could be healed of my afllictions. Maybe you could have one too..."

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MUSICIAN

THE JOURNAL: "I met a boy in the village. He told me that the "Chicken Lady" keeps the "Pretty Lady" locked in her house. The boy really wants to see her, but the old woman won't allow it."

THE JOURNAL: "I decided to give the key to Chicken Lady's room to the little boy. He thanked me and asked me to bring him his mom's violin (it's hidden behind the wardrobe). He's afraid to go himself, as his parents are supposedly angry with him."

THE JOURNAL: "The boy sure was happy to see the new violin. (...)The kid also told me I should visit him in his parent's home someday."

CHICKEN LADY: (after musician's death) "Maybe it's just that me ears are getting worse, but it's been a while since I've heard that monster outside me windows..."

CHICKEN LADY: "Holy Mother, this creep again! May the devil take him and his blasted violin!"

MUSICIAN: "The Pretty Lady? S-she's... the most beautiful lady in the w-world! I w-watch her through the cracks in the window. S-she ch-changes when I watch her... g-gets more beautiful. I p-play for her... I want her to be h-happy..."

MUSICIAN: "I fished out the Pretty Lady's w-wreath from the river! (...)Oh yes, I will become the Pretty L-lady's husband! We w-will walk hand in hand, s-sir. I will play for her, mister s-sir."

-A skinny little hand emerges from beneath the tractor and grabs me by the ankle.

MUSICIAN: "They will not l-listen to me, they w-won't hear how sad I am, sir..."

-One of the strings securing his mask falls off, together with his ear. The boy reattaches it as if nothing happened.

MUSICIAN: "My m-mom has this beautiful violin! I would ask her to b-borrow it to me, but she's too angry with me... Could you p-please c-convince her to b-borrow it to me? I'll g-give you a card with drawings for her. To apologize."

-The boy turns the game in his hand for a while, but he can't find a way to reach the buttons with his overgrown fingers. The game slips out of his hand and drops to the ground. The wannabe musician freezes.

MUSICIAN: "(...) maybe you could take a wee piece of... m-meat for me? I've never eaten a pig and I've h-heard it's very tasty! W-would you take s-some for me?"

-The boy sniffles and rubs the mask with his deformed hand.

-From beneath the mask you can hear a horribly distorted, resounding voice... of a child?

-The figure tries to turn its head, but its enormous neck makes this task impossible to complete.

MUSICIAN: "P-please let me stay. P-please, don't chase me off. I've got nowhere to... go. The villagers don't a-a-allow me to live in the camp. I p-p-promise I won't p-play anymore! I'll be quiet. You can c-cover me with something, if you don't w-want to look at m-me..."

MUSICIAN: (after gifting you a rat) "(...) I mean, she jumped on my hand and s-started nibbling on my f-finger! I quickly clasped my h-hand and b-bit through its neck!"

-The corners of the boy's mouth turn up in a grotesque smile, exposing rows of overgrown teeth, which even his mask couldn't hide.

-The boy clumsily grabs the ball in his hand. He carefully hides it under his legs, so that it doesn't roll away.

MUSICIAN: "S-sorry! I didn't want to! T-this thing is coming out of m-my body. I... I tried to stop it, but I don't think I can... N-now the whole room is covered with... this. I didn't want to make a mess, I s-swear! Please, don't t-throw me a-away!"

-The boy leans over the violin lying next to his overgrown left hand. He plucks one of the strings with his right hand, clumsily trying to keep the rhythm.

MUSICIAN: "Recently, I've grown quite a bit. My mom always used to say that I need to be b-big and s-strong... to help her out in the field..."

The boy tries to hug his frail knees with the disproportionately massive torso.

"But I... I don't want to be big anymore. It's v-very hard being big. You need to be so... so strong! To even walk.Now my v-violin is... too s-small for me!"

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[shelby-love]

JAY HALSTEAD

“The start of something amazing”

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: This is my "most famous" work ig. I wrote this when I started this blog back in November 2019 and I've gotten MUCH better at writing so I thought why not edit it?

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MASTERLIST

"Ambulance 61, truck 81, squad 3. House fire West Street Lane 54 45."

Upon hearing the announcement boom through the fire house, Gabriela Dawson found herself standing frozen. The sudden loudness made it clear of what awaited beyond those doors, getting the members of 51 on they feet.

Hopping to your feet, you made your way outside, though stopping in your steps upon noticing Gabby's posture. Tapping her shoulder, you gathered her attention. "Don't worry Dawson," You smiled reassuringly. "Casey and I will be right behind you."

Gabby was nervous, that much was obvious. Making it to truck took a lot of effort and strain on her part. She didn't want to feel so frightened, but she couldn't help the fact that every call gave her big nerves.

"Your boyfriend is the lieutenant," You joked casually. "You'll be fine."

You start changing into your gear, glancing up at Gabby as you do so. Clicking your tongue, you say, "Look, after shift. Tonight; you, me, Casey and Jay. A double date at Molly's."

She smiles and follows you into the truck, "Yeah, I'd like that."

Your friends settled inside, scooting over upon seeing you climb into the vehicle. Sitting next to Mouch, you leaned your head against his shoulder, listening closely to what was being said around you.

"What do you think?" Asks Herrmann, shifting his weight until he got comfortable in his spot. "Is this some kind of a oh-I-forgot-to-turn-off-the-stove call or is it something serious?"

You've been in stronger fires, burning 20 or more story building that sorta thing, making this something that was supposed to be easy peasy. It's a house fire. They happen every day unfortunately.

"I hope it's nothing serious. I barely slept last night," You tell him truthfully, remembering the toss and turning you had to go through.

Gabby nodded in understanding, "You feeling okay now?"

You nodded with a grimace, "Must be the Thai Jay and I had."

"Anyway," you began. "Isn't Street Lane like the fanciest part of Chicago or something?"

"Yeah that's where all the millionaires live," Otis replied, glancing behind the steering wheel ever so slightly in your direction.

You felt Mouch shrug, the sudden movement had your head rolling off his shoulder, though you were quick to place it back, Mouch tapping his palm against your head.

After 10 minutes or so, that ended up feeling like hours due to Gabby's constant taps against the floor of the vehicle, everyone jumped out of the truck, giving you the impression that the truck itself is on fire.

Outside, neighbors buzzed with anticipation, stepping out of the way when told to. "Everyone let's open up the roof! Y/LN you're with Severide on this one."

You gave Matt a nod of determination before running over to where squad is prepped to enter the burning house. The modern 3 story home on normal occasions looked mind blowing, giving everyone in passing envy to feel.

But at the moment each story was decorated with blazing fire, sucking out the luxury. "Y/LN there's a scared kid upstairs, her mom says she won't talk to us. We need you to try for us. "

You nod, "Yes Lieutenant."

Kelly gives you a rougish smile, one that used to make you week in the knees, "Good. Now go. Top floor."

With Mouch aiming the long ladders to the top window, you start climbing them. After climbing them up and down numerous amounts of times, the thought of doing so felt like a second nature now.

For a brief moment, you remembered how scared you were in the academy. You shook your head immediately, not quite understanding where the sentiment was coming from.

Was it just you or were you drifting off to memory land more often lately?

You grab the window by its sill, ignoring the flashing memories and throw yourself inside.

Your hands grasped your radio immediately, "I'm in chief. Fire department call out!"

There's no response so you put on your mask and make your way deeper inside the room. Glancing around, you assess the room for possible hiding spots.

Only to find none.

The king sized bed, similar to the one at your own home, is on fire and so is most of the furniture surrounding it. You kick the door of the wardrobe with your leg only to find no one inside.

You walk outside and into the wide hallway, barely being able to see from the smoke and blazing orange flames. You call out again, though louder this time before kicking open the first door to your left. "Fire department call out!"

The voice that answers is so faint that if Gabby were inside, she would've surely missed it. But as someone with experience, the voice was recognizable and you knew that there was someone inside. "Call out!"

Somehow, while the furniture around the window, including the window itself, was being eaten away by fire, the furniture by the door being safe from the fire.

Not for long.

You spot a toy box in the only avaliable corner in the room, moving ever so slightly. Almost as if someone was trying to get out.

Toys of all shapes and sizes are scattered all around the box, urging you to slowly make your way to it before pushing it over the proper way.

A gasp leaves your mouth involuntarily.

The little girl looked around 5, her body too small and fragile to belong to a girl older than that.

She looked at you with bright blue eyes, catching you off guard with the electrical glow they had. A story of fear pushed through her irises, letting you know of the trust issues that colored her.

The girl shakes her head violently and coughs out whatever she can, breaking your heart with the actions. Without a second thought, you pulled your mask over your head, taking it off even when it tangled itself with your hair. "I need you to come with me, sweetheart. The fire is growing and it's not safe here anymore. Your mommy is waiting for you outside, come sweetie let me help you."

If you could describe her anxiety with words, you'd compare it with the fire. Overwhelming and strong. "Hey, hey sweetie it's okay...I'm going to help you, my name's Y/N."

She looked at you, giving you the impression that she was analyzing you. Eventually she did seem to come to a conclusion that she indeed was not safe inside.

After her nod, you didn't waste time by placing your mask over her head, pressing the button to release oxygen. After scooping her into your arms, the little girl wrapped both her arms and legs around you. Grateful that she trusts you, you ran into the hallway and toward the very window you came through.

But Wallace Boden stopped you before you could do so much as take a step toward the door. "Y/LN go down immediately! The house is going to blow!!"

You heart races for a tiny bit and you sprint to the staircase. You feel the girl shaking in your arms but you don't let that stop you for a second, the need to get out taking over. Brushing your hand over her dirty, smoke colored hair you whispered into her ear. "You're gonna be okay..."

The pressure the fire had on the upstairs floor finally gathers into an explosion. The force of the blow sends you flying down the stairs, urging you to wrap yourself tighter against the child, protecting her with every fiber in your body. You back hurts immensely but you manage to stand up, "Chief!"

Fire continues to grow, ignoring your whimpers and coughs. Your ankle seemed to twist in the process of falling but you bite down your bottom lip, chewing down on it until you drew blood and walk no matter the pain.

You spot the open window, and don't think twice before sprinting toward it even with an ankle being the way it was. The ladders are placed securely placed against window stills, allowing you put the little girl on them and let Hermann take her despite her whails of protests.

While waiting for her to be helped down the ladders, you turned around and slammed the door shut behind you. The pain in your back intensifies and you feel you lip bleed from both the inside and outside.

And then you see it.

The fire just under the door, you feel the pressure it has on the door. It's going to burst.

Without thinking, and in just the right time - you jump out of the window.

The moment you're out and flying in the air the explosion that was building up finally breaks, sending everything to chaos.

You catch the ladders by the cold metallic railing just in time, though it doesn't take a second before your fingers start to loosen their hold.

Knowing that the ladder will slip right through your fingers, you urged your arms to push you upwards but with no avail. The pain you sustained was intense.

"Y/LN HANG ON. WE'RE GETTING YOU DOWN!" You hear your Chief yell and true to his words, you were lowered down.

It was sudden, the feeling of losing consciousness. Everything that had happened while you were inside seemed to catch up to you with great speed. The pain in your back and ankle, your rigid breathing and tight lungs, busted lip and bruised face. 5 feet in the air and you finally lose the hold you had on the ladder.

You fall to the ground and before you could even reach it - you were out cold.

***

You wake up in the hospital, April hovering over you with a warm smile. You try to move but you feel sore all over, your attempts at moving being a twitch of your fingers. "Take it easy Y/N. I'll go tell them they can come see you now."

Your mind starts replaying images of what happened. You smile lightly. I jumped out of a freaking window.

"April, is Jay-"

Your eyes widen when you see Jay rushing in, before you could even finish your question. April points to him with a smirk, leaving you two be and giving you privacy by pulling the curtain closed.

"Jesus Y/N you freaked me out." Jay sighed, immediately leaning in to kiss you forehead. Your eyes immediately spot the badge around his waist, it glimmers under the light above you. "Did you ditch work for me, babe?"

"Damn right I did," Your boyfriend replied, quite proudly you noted, leaning toward your parted lips with his own. The kiss was sweet, filled with unshed worry that turned to relief after a moment. It felt as though Jay was reassuring both you and himself that you were okay. "I came here as soon as I heard what happened."

You squeeze his hand in gratitude, watching with teary eyes as he brushes a few misplaced strands of hair out of your face, tucking them softly behind your ears. Jay's brother Will, come in the room soon after. Behind him stood Jeff, a very close friend of yours.

"Hey guys." You greet them, rather brightly after Jay wiped a fallen tear off your face. "Jeff how's the med life been treating you?"

You missed seeing Jeff at work, daring to admit it felt lonely without him to a degree. "Eh, good enough. I miss the fire."

Will slapped his shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, I bet you do," You said with a chuckle, before gesturing to yourself and your body with a hand that wasn't held tightly in Jay's. "I mean, how could someone not miss this."

Everyone laughed at your words until Will deemed appropriate to speak up in regards to your medical condition, "Well, Y/N... You and your baby are going to be just fine. I'll get started on the discharge-"

Baby? "Baby? Will what did you say?" Jay asled, his face looking the same level of confused as yours.

"I said that Y/N and her baby are-"

"I'm pregnant?" You asked in disbelief. How?

"Yes Y/N you're 9 weeks along." said Will with a smile, "Congratulations you two."

We were careful, was your only thought. Not that the news were bad.

Just surprising.

"But I'm on the pill-" You started, only to remember the medication you took a few months ago as a way to fight away the sickness you were feeling.

You weren't a paramedic, nor an doctor in any sense. But it wasn't hard to put two and two together.

"Will...Can certain antibiotics dilute my birth control and stop it from working?"

Will creased his eyebrows, but deciding to answer nevertheless. "Yes. It depends on which ones you use but most of the time that's the case," Will confirms your suspicion. "I'm guessing you didn't know."

"We didn't," answered Jay for the both of you.

You didn't even feel the onset of tears that rushed down your cheeks, "I'm going to be a mom."

Happiness surged through your body, making it the moment you knew that you wanted this. Your pregnancy might have been unexpected but you wouldn't change it for the world. One look at Jay, who had his face nested against your twined hands and all was confirmed.

You pull yourself up into a sitting position, kissing his head until he rose his head to meet your eyes with the same amount, if not more tears in his blue eyes. Jay pulled you in for a passionate kiss, not caring about the company. "A mini us."

Your smile reached the sky and you put a hand to your belly as a result. Something so beautifully pure and innocent grew inside of you, being the gift of love.

You're having a child with the man who loves you like the night sky loves it's stars.

But then, so suddenly guilt washes over you. The air around you changed, making Jay furrow his brows. You could've lost the baby today. A baby you didn't even know you were carrying. If you knew, there was no way in hell you would've walked into that house and continued working no matter how much you loved your job.

"Your mommy and daddy love you." You whispered, running your free hand over your slightly swollen stomach, "Your mom is so sorry for what happened today."

Jay kissed your temple, reassuring you that none of what had happened was your fault. A moment later, you found yourself smiling. You met Will's eyes. "Will you're gonna be an uncle."

The older Halstead shrugged, but the pride and joy was flickering in his eyes as he scanned the monitor. "You bet. I'm happy for you two, man really I am."

"Don't worry bro. Your time will come too," Jay told him before he stood up and hugged his brother. You wouldn't be surprised, him and Natalie are an adorable couple.

"I'm happy for you Y/N. Congratulations." Jeff rubbed your shoulder. You beamee at him. "I'll go and get them."

By them he meant your colleagues; family.

Silvie and Gabby were the first ones to be rushed in, followed by the rest of the fire house until the trauma room was crammed with pure muscle. "Y/N are you okay??"

Jay, who had left the room with Will to sign some papers pushed through to stand by your side once again, "They're okay."

You tried your best to not laugh at their confused expressions, barely even holding it in when Kelly muttered something about how Jay wasn't even injured.

On que Will turns on the ultrasound (perhaps because the brothers talked it through in the hallway) and gasps are heard all around, filling the small room with emotions that ranged from surprise and disbelief to pure joy for you and Jay.

With gel on your belly, Will starts moving the transducer and soon a small baby can be seen on the screen, a really small baby, but a baby nevertheless. Tears in your eyes piled up once again and you squeeze Jay's hand joyfully. You could hear Silvie say, "I think I'm going to faint."

Life just became a hell of a lot more exciting and you couldn't wait to experience every part of it with the man you love most on this world.

Rounds of congratulations happen after that, each and every one of them saying different things once they're left alone with you.

Mouch asked Jay to send a kiss to Sargeant Platt; Hermann got Cindy and his kids on video chat, continously welcoming you to the family life; Severide actually had gloss in his eyes because he was so happy, though he did everything in his power to not admit to it.

Gabby and Casey canceled your double date at Molly's because they want you on bed rest. They said they'll bring takeout to your shared place instead.

"Just no Thai, please."