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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

↳ warning: supernatural elements

↳ notes: requested by anonymous. was going to be headcanons but ended up turning into a one shot. enjoy

↳ song: ghostbusters—ray parker jr.

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This really wasn't supposed to happen.

It was supposed to be a simple job. One of the easier ones you all had gotten hired to do all month. That's what Ray had said to you as you zipped up the front of your uniform in the firehouse, and you believed him.

A customer had called in last week, sounding out of breath as they complained of a room in their house that always felt cold when they walked into it. You could practically smell the incense through the phone, and your suspicions were confirmed when you later stepped into their house.

After Peter had sarcastically made sure it wasn't just a problem with their AC unit, Janine penciled them in for an inspection a few days later, and that was that. You and the rest of the Ghostbusters went to the nearby Chinese restaurant that night and forgot all about it.

Now, you were hiding behind an overturned table as an apparition whizzed over your heads, shrieking in a language none of you could decipher.

"I thought you said this was a class one spook!" You shouted at Egon as he fumbled with a trap nearby. He shot you an irritated look through the rims of his glasses, as if to say 'what am I supposed to do', before going back to tinkering with the trap in his hand.

"Someone's gotta get out there and distract it!" Peter yelled over the noise of plates being smashes. You winced, imagining that the client wouldn't be too happy to hear that their kitchen was ransacked during the procedure. If you could even call it a procedure.

"Ray! You're up!" Winston called from his place next to you, shoving his coworker out of the hiding spot just a little.

"No way! It was my turn last time!" Ray griped. As he said that, a stray fork flew by his head, nearly missing the side of his face as he yelped and ducked further under the tables cover.

"I'll do it." You volunteered whilst reaching for the proton pack at your back. You were sure that if you looked over at that moment, you'd see Ray sending you the most grateful look you'd ever seen.

The others waited for Egon to finish preparing the trap, Peter mostly yelling at him to hurry up, as you rose from your place on the tiled kitchen floor.

The ghost turned to look at you as you let out a wolf whistle. It's hair floated wildly around its head like a crown of thorns, and you heard one of the guys from behind you gulp with difficulty.

"Hey Casper!" You grinned with what you hoped was a considerable amount of bravado. "Why don't you don't you pick on someone your own size?"

You wouldn't remember falling onto your back after the ghost charged straight at you. Nor would you remember how it slimed down into a fine mist, slipping into your mouth with a hissing noise. Bruises covering your spine would leave the evidence of a fall later on, but that was the only sign that anything had happened.

The boys watched as your eyes rolled back to reveal a milky white gaze. Peter nearly dropped the nozzle to his proton pack as you began to levitate; your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. For a minute, it reminded him of when Gozer had possessed Dana. Although, you were his friend, not fiancé, and wearing a jumpsuit instead of a dress.

"Uh guys?"

"I'm seeing it, Winston." Ray replied without taking his eyes off of you. Wind began to pick up in the house, blowing his hair to the side as he watched you with wide eyes.

"Egon!" Peter yelled over the noise. "The trap??"

"Done!" He finally announced. "Someone hold them down!" The scientist shouted, forehead beaded with sweat as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stood up with shaking hands, nearly dropping the trap as he stepped around the table and towards you.

Ray and Winston both grabbed your arms and legs, pulling you down from your spot in the air with a considerable amount of force. Peter attempted to push you by your chest, but was headbutted by the ghost and sent flying backwards. You, or rather the ghost occupying you, made a sound between a cackle and a scream.

"I've never wanted to punch a ghost more than I do now." Peter groaned from the floor as he hauled himself back up. He'd have to get Dana to check him for a concussion later.

"I need a stream, Venkman!" Egon stepped away from the Muon trap as if it was a live bomb. "Ray, Winston, on our count let go of them and duck!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Winston said as he avoided yet another kick from your boot.

The sound of an engine powering up filled the room as Peter and Egon switched on their packs, directing the end of their nozzles at you. The two men glanced at each other nervously and Egon's foot hovered over the traps pedal anxiously. You just continued to flail.

"You sure this won't hurt them?!" Ray yelled. He brought his head back a significant amount as the ghost inside of you attempted to bite at him.

"No idea!" Egon fumbled. His glasses were nearly flying off of his face with the wind, but he pushed on. "Now, Peter!"

Ray and Winston made a dive for it as two multicolored streams encased you in a bright light. The spirit inside howled with discomfort, kicking its legs in an attempt to escape.

Without warning, Egon stepped on the trap, releasing a beam that shot into the air and struck the ceiling. He knew from experience that there would be a faint singe mark left on it later, but that was the least of anyone's concerns. The client would just have to deal with it.

Taking careful measure not to bump your body into any stray debris, they guided the spirit closer and closer to the trap until its form began to separate from yours. The horrible sucking noise it made nearly coerced Egon to drop his gun to cover his ears.

One moment, you were floating in the air, speaking tongues and way too close to a piece of dangerous machinery. The next, you were laying in a pile of broken china plates as your eyes rolled back into place.

"Hey. Hey, bud, come back to us." Peter said, slapping your cheek slightly to bring you back down to earth. He had been the first to drop to the ground next to you, lifting your head up to make sure nothing had scraped it in the fall.

Ray came next from his hiding spot behind a now splintered chair, then Winston's wide eyed form, and finally Egon holding a smoking trap.

"Vitals appear to be steady." Ray said. He pulled his fingers away from the spot on your neck he had been checking, looking at the rest of them. He sighed like a ten pound weight had been lifted off his chest.

"You worry too much Stanz." Peter said, jesting. But his usual playful tone was dampened, and he didn't look up until you groaned.

"Did anyone catch the number of that bus that ran me over?" You hissed, shielding your eyes from a nonexistent bright light.

Silence.

Winston broke out into laughter first, with the rest following suit. Egon smiled as Peter giggled, and Ray was practically rolling on the floor.

"Trauma response." Egon said between baritone chuckles, only able to get one word out at a time. "Surprised this is the first time we're having one."

"Do I even have to ask what happened?" You said while pushing yourself up on your forearms. Winston just shook his head at you, and slapped you on the back.

"We'll tell you back at the firehouse, kid." He said with a shake of his head. You frowned at the nickname, but eventually let a smile crack.

The five of you sat in each other presence for a little bit, letting the laughter die down as the mood came to a stop.

"So—" Peter cleared his throat.

"—who wants to be the one that talks to the client?"

You were left sitting on the floor as they all scrambled to get out, surrounded by broken glass.

"Assholes."

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callsign-muffin · 2 months ago

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Heal Together: Chapter 6

(Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw fic)

Sorry this chapter took much longer than usual. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share this on the page but y'all might already know... I'm a nurse. So my schedule is nice because I only work 3 days or nights a week but... sometimes those days/nights knock me on my ass. This week was no exception.

I really appreciate every single person who has liked, reblogged, and commented on my work. It means EVERYTHING to me. I hope you all enjoy this part!

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You had been flipped to nights this week and your body was suffering from the sudden change to your circadian rhythm. You and Carly walked to the parking garage in exhausted silence together as the sun rose over the hospital. It was a hard night to say the least, you both were assigned to unstable elderly patients that seemed to be circling the drain. It almost felt cruel to keep them from dying peacefully because there was no way they were ever going to get better. The life sustaining care you were forced to give was just prolonging the inevitable. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, Bradley tried to text you when he woke up at 5am for work to ask how your shift was going. You quickly responded that it was crazy and that you couldn’t talk until you got off at 7:30.

Bradley Bradshaw: Please tell me you’re out of there and able to see this incredible sun rise

You: I am, thank God! I love San Diego sunrises

“Who’s that?” Carly peered over at your phone and saw the name, “Oh my god! He’s checking in on you post shift?!”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s his second time checking in on me, he texted me when he got up earlier but I said things were too crazy on the unit to talk.”

“What happened between you two then?” She asked, “You said he didn’t stay the night or anything.”

You knew she was going to ask for more information soon enough. You two were on your feet caring for your patients all night so there was no time to catch up at the nurse’s station. “He didn’t. But we hung out for a while, talked, drank a lot of wine, and he couldn’t drive himself home. So he took an Uber and then took me to brunch when he came to pick up his car.”

“He didn’t kiss you?” She asked.

You shook your head, “Nope, didn’t after brunch either.”

“Huh,” she looked puzzled, “He’s obviously so into you, we could all see it at the bar. And he took you out on a date. And he’s texting you first thing when he wakes up… he obviously likes you. Why hasn’t he kissed you?!?!”

You shrugged, “I mean, maybe he isn’t and he just wants to be friends. I also feel like dating a former patient probably breaks some kind of nursing ethics code.”

It was something that occurred to you after brunch with Bradley the day before, the possibility of this flirtation messing with your professional life.

Carly’s face dropped when the two of you stopped at your car, “Oh my god… I hadn’t even thought of that.”

You shifted your weight uncomfortably, “Yeah… so I’ve gotta ask you and I’d like you to pass it on to Madi and Sam too, not to discuss Saturday or my… friendship with Bradley at work.”

She nodded, “Of course, I’m sorry I even brought it up briefly when we got on the unit last night.”

“It’s okay, no one was around to hear. I’m just not very well liked by the senior nurses and some of the providers. I just don’t want to give them something to talk about, you know?” You explained.

“Absolutely. When is your contract up?” She asked.

“4 weeks, they asked me to extend though.” You rubbed your eyes, desperately trying to stay awake.

“Are you gonna do it? Or is it too early in the morning to talk about this?” She giggled.

You nodded, “Bingo. Let’s leave this as ‘to be continued’.”

“Alright, get home safe.” She waved you off and headed towards her car a few spots away.

Once in your Toyota Corolla and buckled, you blasted loud music and freezing cold AC to keep you awake and alert on your commute home. Once there you peaked at your phone.

Bradley Bradshaw: Now that you’ve enjoyed the sunrise, you gotta get your ass to bed.

You: Yes sir, I’ll be out of commission until 1500 hours.

When you arrived home, you looked at your phone again to see Bradley replied with the saluting emoji. You dragged yourself out of the car and up to your apartment, in front of your door was a plastic takeout bag. The parcel was still warm when you picked it up, it was clearly left there just minutes ago. You blinked through your exhausted blurry vision and saw a note typed in the comments on the receipt… it was from the same place you had brunch with Bradley two days before.

“After working through the night, you deserve a true Californian breakfast and a nap. —Bradshaw”

This may be one of the most thoughtful things anyone had done for you in a while. You were so exhausted, you didn’t realize how hungry you were until you caught a whiff of the parcel. When you entered your apartment, you threw your bag down and went straight to the kitchen. You opened the bag to find a breakfast burrito neatly wrapped in aluminum foil, Bradley’s go to menu item. Maybe it was because of the surprise of it waiting for you at the door or because you were absolutely starving, but that thing tasted better than sex. You started your post night shift ritual with a shower. After brushing your teeth, doing your skin care, and changing into comfy clothes, you drew the black out curtains in your room, turned on the sound machine, and set an alarm for 2pm before popping a melatonin gummy. After many years as a nurse and often flipping between days and nights, you had this sleep ritual down to an absolute science.

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Y/N <3: thank you so much for breakfast. That may be one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me.

Rooster’s heart fluttered when the message flashed across his phone around 8AM. The Dagger Squad had just finished running a drill that ended with 200 push ups. That small rush made him forget how his muscles were screaming at him. He went to reply and saw the “do not disturb” icon was on. He was so glad since that meant Y/N was most likely sleeping. So he left a reply for her to wake up to.

Bradley: I’m glad it came just in time! Hope you’re taking the best nap ever :)

“Is that sexy nurse?” Natasha inquired as she peered over his shoulder.

Rooster rolled his eyes, “Phoenix, she has a name… and that’s none of your business.”

“So yes,” she smirked, “you are texting her.”

“I’m replying to her,” he corrected, “she worked all night last night and is on again tonight. So she won’t get it until she wakes up.”

She stood on her tip toes to get a better look at the screen, “You sent her breakfast?!?!”

Bradley was not loving this line of questioning but he knew he had to answer or Phoenix would never lay off, “I sent UberEats for her to come home too.”

“You are down bad, my friend.” She shook her head.

“Am not.” He quipped back.

“ Are too!” She shoved him.

“That’s not fair Phoenix, just cause you’re one of the boys doesn’t mean I’ll stoop low enough to shove a woman.” He groaned.

She chuckled, “You’re just scared to get your shit rocked, Bradshaw.”

Hangman suddenly appeared beside Phoenix, skillfully placing her in a headlock. “Is this little lady giving you trouble, Rooster?”

She squirmed and screamed, “Hangman, I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

“Ya know Phoenix,” he sighed, “Forever the bully.”

Phoenix reached over and Hangman a firm tap in the junk, causing him to jump and release her.

Rooster couldn’t help but smile as the two of them fought like siblings.

“I was asking him about the hot nurse from the other night.” She explained, “He’s texting her and sent breakfast to her place for her to come home to after work.”

Hangman’s face lit up, “Bradley, Bradley, Bradley… I never thought I’d see the day. You’re courtin’ a fine lady.”

Bradley rolled his eyes, “Courting is a strong word. I’m showing her that I’m… kinda interested.”

Hangman and Phoenix gave each other knowing looks.

Natasha nodded, “Uh huh, yeah. Sureeeeee.”

2pm rolled around and Bradley was wrapping up his work day on base.

Y/N <3: Not the best nap ever but pretty damn good. I’m gonna walk on the beach and get some sunshine before it’s back to the dungeon for the night. What are you up to for the rest of the day?

Should he shoot his shot? She wouldn’t keep engaging with him if she wasn’t at least a little interested, right?

Bradley: Joining you for a walk on the beach if you’ll allow it.

Y/N <3: I would love that. What time can you be at my place?

This was good. This was really good. She’s invited him back to her place.

Bradley: I gotta change out of my uniform and stuff, how does 3 sound?

Y/N <3: Perfect, I’ll see you soon :)

Rooster had an extra skip in his step as he packed up his things, grateful for the 6am start allowing his work day to have an early finish. Once in his Bronco, he sped home to change into some casual clothes. He decided to really shake it up and not wear his usual Hawaiian shirt and jeans combo. A UVA t-shirt and some gym shorts seemed a lot more appropriate for a casual beach walk. Bradley really couldn’t believe he was putting that much thought into what he wore for something so casual.

When he walked up to her door he could hear music through it. Whatever Y/N was listening to, she was clearly jamming. When he knocked, she quickly called out, “It’s open!”. He got a better listen to the music once the door was open, it was high energy with a… saxophone? It was kind of lit.

“What is this?” Bradley asked, “It’s awesome!”

“Modern Woman by Bleachers,” she entered the living room wearing a similar outfit to his, a university t-shirt and gym shorts, “Isn’t it great? Kinda gives me Springsteen vibes.”

He paused and listened a little more, “Yes, that’s spot on!”

“Let me just make sure I have my life together for work, so I can just change and leave later.” She said, heading toward the kitchen.

He took another good look at her as she took her lunchbox, water bottle, and an energy drink from the fridge and set it out on the counter. Fresh faced from her nap, hair in a bun, shorts and a t-shirt… he had never seen anything more beautiful.

Y/N paused for a moment and looked over at Rooster, “Is everything okay? Do I have something on my face?”

He shook his head, “Yes, everything’s great… you look great.”

She smiled shyly and continued her task, “Thank you, Bradley… are you ready to head to the beach?”

“Hell yeah,” he asked, “which beach are we headed to?”

“Nothing fancy, just the beach a few blocks away.” She shrugged, “Hope you don’t mind tagging along on my normal, boring jaunt.”

He shook his head, “Y/N, nothing with you could be boring. I’d have fun watching paint dry.”

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The two of you walked along the shoreline; the waves ebbed and flowed across the sand and towards your feet. The wind whipped across your face and through your hair, making it dance wildly. Bradley looked so handsome beside you, you couldn’t help but stare and hope that maybe it would be less obvious since you had sunglasses on.

“I should start doing this more, it’s much more pleasant than running.” He chuckled to himself, “It’s so peaceful.”

You giggled, “Drinking bleach is more pleasant than running, in my opinion.”

“You’re not a runner?” He asked.

“Not unless something’s chasing me.” You quipped.

A smirk slowly crept across Bradley’s face. You weren’t exactly sure what was going through his head but you felt the sudden urge to start sprinting. Next thing you knew he was hot on your heels and you couldn’t help but giggle breathlessly, running on sand was so freaking hard! Two strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet with ease.

“BRADSHAW!!!” You cried out through your giggles, leaning your head back on his shoulder behind you.

His face burrowed into your neck, “You say you’re not a runner but you’re pretty speedy.”

You turned your head to look at him, nose to nose, still giggling breathlessly.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said simply.

It was like two magnets, your lips crashed into his, there was no force that could stop it. Once you realized what you did, you quickly pulled away, “I’m so sorry.”

He placed you gently back on your feet, “Y/N, the only thing you owe me an apology for is stopping.”

Your stomach fluttered, “Soooo… you wanna do it again?”

“Kiss me, you fool.” He chuckled, grabbing you by the cheeks and stroking them sweetly with his thumb.

You stepped closer so you two were chest to chest and gently brushed your lips against his. With a jolt of pure electricity, you pressed deeper into his kiss. It wasn’t until this moment, when you tasted his lips, that you realized how fucking starving you were.

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multifandommilfs · 10 months ago

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The Jürgen Theory

Pairing: Olivia Benson x reader

Wc: 840

Fluff!

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At first, it was a drop of water on the car's windshield as you and Olivia advanced towards the suspect's address that was currently pinging on the GPS to swerve away from high-traffic areas.

In the passenger seat, you craned your neck so you could gauge the incoming weather. "I hope you're not getting your hopes up expecting rain in mid-July." Olivia said from the driver's seat nonchalantly.

You cast her a side eye, flopping back into your seat. "To live without hope is to cease to live. Stop being such a party popper Liv, it's been in the 80s°F since last week. A girl should hope for some rain before we all faint from heatstroke."

Olivia sputtered out a laugh. "Did you just quote me on Jürgen Moltmann? I can't believe I've been working with a nerd all this while."

Her verbal blow made you smack her on the arm as you made a face of faux offence. "You're calling me the nerd? I'm not the one who knew the quote was Yurgen's or whomever you said it was."

However, she knew from your perfect pronunciation of the theologian's name that you had begun to rage a banter. "Says you, I bet you even looked up the pronunciation. Any normal person would've said Yargen instead of Yurgen." She clocked on the blinkers, maneuvering the car into a neighbourhood as a few drops of rain splattered against the windshield.

"And the fact that you have that information makes you more of a nerd than I am." Your laugh barked out, luring hers out as well. "Touché." And the both of you were trying your best to contain the unending waves of laughter pouring out of your throats, knowing the debate was over at your catch.

Your eyes trailed out the window when the car pulled up at the sidewalk closest to the building, skimming for your suspect in case he wanted to get a headstart while Olivia double-checked the GPS for the right address. "You ready?" Her tone turned grave and you nodded, sliding out of the vehicle in tandem with her.

The rain was more compact now, hitting your face every few seconds and making you hope you'd have luck by your side to stay relatively dry until you got back to the unit.

It took a while to reach his apartment, but when you did, your suspect's fight-or-flight instincts took over as soon as you flashed your badge. He leapt out from the fire escape, forcing you to follow this trail as Olivia rounded the apartment building.

She skidded around the corner into the alleyway, just in time to witness your tumbling down the suspended ladder after the suspect, simultaneously dragging him down onto the rough concrete ground with your body weight.

It seemed to take a whole thousand raindrops bursting against your skin and soaking your clothes as you cuffed the innocent-screaming suspect before handing the guy over to Olivia who shoved him into the backseat by the top of his head.

"80s°F and raining; it looks like Jürgen is the winner here." You sent her a smug smile despite the shiver that crawled up your spine. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." She rolled her eyes in defeat, not trusting her teeth to not chatter and subsequently further your teasing.

She caught your winner's grin as she reared the car to life and you switched off the AC when you saw her fingers tremble as they gripped the steering, taking no consideration into the suspect more than pissed off objection.

Then it was all easy-going back to the unit when you and Olivia were sent back home due to a good job, late hours, and wet hair.

You two clocked out without a complaint, knowing Fin could finish off the interrogation better than two shivering wet detectives, one drier than the other but still on the same level of 'drenched to the core'.

It wasn't until you winded down for bed that you realised the trouble you both were in. "Don't tell me it is what I think it is." You slapped your hands on your face in bed when you sneezed for the third time that night, your back aching from the previous fall. It made you regret all the choices you made that morning.

"Looks like Jürgen doesn't have your back." Olivia laughed before succumbing to a fit of coughs, leaving you wheezing at her sickness's timely attack and puns.

"Yeah I'll bet he doesn't have yours either." You made an aggressive inhale, shifting up your pillow for a better angle of breath.

"And don't you even think about going to work tomorrow. I'm taking care of you." You continued, voice going snotty.

"Haven't you heard of survival of the fittest? We'll see who takes care of who tomorrow." Her flaunt made you smile wordlessly because despite her tough exterior, you already knew you'd be the one taking care of her tomorrow. She only proved you right when she let out another round of wet coughs.

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dairy-farmer · 1 month ago

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I just saw that ask that had the excerpt from an old ask, the one about Tim being fucked and knocked up by Ace, and as the person who wrote that ask and that little bit the anon seemed to enjoy so much, I just wanted to say 1. I am so glad they liked it and 2. it makes me want to write more smut (I have some stuff in the works, but life is SO busy rn, I can't write anything, let alone dead dove smut 😭😭😭)!!

I've always envisioned this specific AU to go the route of Tim just being a little doggie breeding slut for the rest of his life. Eventually he joins the Wayne family (especially in the aftermath of Jason knocking him up like you said, I loved that btw) and he tries to keep the dog fucking secret, but overtime that just doesn't happen

First of all, Jason already knows, but this is a good thing at first bc he's able to help Tim hide it! Over time tho, after Tim has Jason's baby and feels the itch to get filled once more, he manages to get mated by both Ace and Titus. The unfortunate news here is that he gets caught by Alfred. Tim begs him not to tell, and in the end, Alfred agrees, but only if Tim will do two things for him. 1. carry the litter of a specific dog breed that Alfred loves and 2. after that litter, carrying Alfred's own baby

Tim agrees, and no one is suspicious about it when Tim gets pregnant with his second baby hardly six months after his and Jason's first (everyone assumes the second baby is Jason's as well, and he is ofc in on Tim and Alfred's deal, so he plays along). Dick and Bruce are maybe a bit concerned, just bc Tim is so young, only 14 and about to be a mom of two? It seems like a lot

Alfred's baby is born and a little over a month later and Tim is swelling up with another litter, unable to help himself. Now he has Jason and Alfred to help him hide things, and they come up with the solution of Alfred and Jason convincing Bruce to buy a nice, private apartment for Jason, Tim and their two babies to live in. That way, Tim doesn't have to hide everytime he gets big and huge with a litter of puppies (which happens often, so this makes things so much easier)

Ofc one day Dick drops by unannounced to visit, and finds Tim having a little "doggy playdate" in the middle of the apartment. Jason took their babies out to the park to give Tim space, and Tim had Alfred drop off Ace and Titus again to fill him up. Tim is three months postpartum from Alfred's baby, but he's already 7 weeks pregnant with a litter of puppies, so the Dick walks in on a heavily pregnant Tim getting knotted in his pussy and his mouth by two hulking dogs. Dick wanted to talk to Tim about his concerns with Tim being such a young mother, but now... well, is it really any wonder why, two weeks later when Tim finally pops, he calls Dick up and tells him to clear his schedule a month from now so they can knock Tim up with Dick's baby to make the older man keep quiet?

Ofc the same thing happens with Bruce and eventually Damian, once he's old enough. Maybe Tim even carries a baby for Gordon in exchange for fucking the K9 unit at the GCPD. Either way, Tim is kept pregnant very often for a long time, usually with puppies, but he has more than enough fully human children for one family (most of them with different fathers, ofc). He and Jason are happy with their lives tho, so what does it matter?

Sorry, I didn't mean for that to get so long lmaooooo my bad. But I hope you and the anon who enjoyed my OG post liked it (and anyone else reading it!)!!!

❤️❤️❤️❤️SO HAPPY TO REAad more of the smut!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖

tim being nothing but a broodmare for anything that will fuck his hole, carrying a baby for everyone in the family 😍😍❤️❤️❤️!

hopefully anon sees this message and enjoys it as much as i did ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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copperbadge · 1 year ago

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[ID: A photograph taken in the dark of the edge of my bed and nightstand; mostly what is visible is the illumination from my little personal cooler fan, which shows Polk the tabby, in shadow, sitting in front of it at the edge of the bed. ]

I have to say, I bought the little Evapolar Chill unit because I found it on an open-box sale and I was willing to risk $60 to see if it would help me keep my bedroom cool while the AC is out. It's a great little unit -- it takes less than ten watts an hour and runs on a USB, so you can run it from a normal electrical outlet with a USB adaptor, from a laptop, or from a sufficiently powerful backup battery. It's light enough to carry around, and each tank of water gets through roughly 4-10 hours depending on how high you've got the fan going.

It does not cool down the room. I think that's a losing proposition. But it does have four intensity settings and on the highest it'll cool about a ten-foot space very well, and on the lowest setting it's still powerful enough to cool a person lying in front of it (me) on the bed, without feeling like it's blowing air in my face. The cold just kind of trickles out, and you can see even Polkadot was enjoying the cool last night. I am sleeping MUCH better since running it on my bedside table, pointed down the bed. (The blue LED is a nice nightlight but also can be turned off.)

It comes with a biodegradable cartridge that needs replacing every 3-6 months of continuous use to the tune of $30, but feels worth it, especially since once my AC comes back in two weeks I'll probably use it mainly for summer stuff -- it'd be great to have at a beach party or a cookout. Or even just for use to cool down while sleeping if I want to keep the AC bill down occasionally.

Anyway it's a great little tool for what it is so do recommend.

#cooling

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trashboatprince · 10 months ago

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Here we go again, another one-shot of Fourteen in retirement!

And this time it's about them and their retirement squish~

Warning: anxiety issue for the Doctor that makes them too nauseous to eat (Don't worry, this isn't going in a specific direction, this is just general anxiety making someone feel sick)

As always, I use they/them for Fourteen. Also, at this point, I'd like to think that Fourteen is keeping in contact with some of the companions, like Tegan, Ace, Martha, the Fam, so if you're wondering about the mention of Ace or their friends, it's that.

Also, the art is mine. I know I've posted it before, but this fic is based on the doodles.

On with the fic!

"Oi! Spaceman!" Donna's voice carried from somewhere beyond the bathroom door. "Hurry up! Breakfast is almost ready and I am not saving you a plate!"

The Doctor scoffed, shouting back that they were finishing up with getting dressed.

"Yeah, yeah, just make it quick!"

They rolled their eyes, smiling as they grabbed for the button up hanging from a knob on a cabinet in their personal bathroom. Ah, it was such a nice thing to have now that they owned their own home, not having to share a bathroom with Rose like at the temporary home UNIT gave them.

They hadn't expected to meet someone as high maintenance as themself when it came to getting ready in the morning, but Rose was a worthy opponent for races to the bathroom.

They hummed to themself as they got the buttons done up on the shirt with an unconscious ease, their attention mainly on their reflection in the mirror. Did they need to shave, they thought as they grabbed for their favorite vest.

Hmm... probably not, it wasn't anything serious. In fact, they thought they looked rather-

Huh?

The Doctor frowned, tugging at the vest, trying to get the button into its hole, but noticing that it... wasn't quite making it. That's odd. Had this shrunk in the wash? Oh, they told Sylvia how to wash it specifically, she better not have just tossed it in!

This is why the Doctor usually just did their laundry in the TARDIS, she always did their clothing perfectly in her machines. For the most part. Sometimes there was a hiccup or two.

Looking down, the Doctor struggled to get it through the hole before finally succeeding. But it wasn't a perfect victory, it was... it was a really tight fit.

"This is... tighter." They frowned, tugging on the vest, and noticing something else.

It wasn't the only thing that felt a bit tight.

The button up fit fine enough, not yet tucked into their pants, but the pants themselves? Well, they felt a tad bit tighter around their waist, and the Doctor wasn't exactly liking that. They tried to adjust them, but it wasn't much.

"Did you shrink in the wash too?" They asked their clothes before lifting up the shirt, eyes widening a little.

Oh, that's new.

There was a slight difference to their waist, a bit more to it than they really remembered. Actually, when was the last time they really checked out this new-old body? Hmm... probably not since their first week of retirement, when they finally sat down and did a self-check over all of their body.

Same face and teeth, same eye issue which required the glasses to be worn a bit more often because it was slightly more annoying now, same minor issues that the old face had. Except there wasn't a mole on their back, it was actually up on their left hip, which was interesting.

There was also the fact that they were much thinner and a bit more worn down this time around, which Donna have pointed out a few times.

Oh, and more freckles, but that was more for the Doctor to be excited over, they liked the freckles. Freckles were cool.

Uhg, Chinny was still an influence, wasn't he?

Still, this was different. The Doctor poked at their stomach, feeling the softness when it had been a bit harder before. What was going on?

How had they not noticed this before? Had it happened overnight? Was it something they ate? Had it happened when they got into that drinking challenge on Sebvie 4 with Ace last week? They hadn't been sure of some of the drinks the Sebv had challenged them with...

Or was it from eating that biscuit they found in the TARDIS library yesterday?

"DOCTOR! Hurry your arse up!" Donna's shout snapped the Doctor from their worried thoughts and they quickly bolted from the bathroom, tossing off the tight vest. They'd deal with it later, best not to keep the family waiting.

"What took you so long?" Donna huffed as the Doctor rushed to the table, jumping into their favorite chair at it.

"Oh, you know." They grinned, gesturing at themself. "Takes a lot of work to be this beautiful."

Donna scoffed, then handed them a cup of coffee, perfectly measured to allow them to pour as much flavored creamer and sugar into it as they'd like.

Breakfast was a full spread, as it always was on Sundays, and the family tucked in. The Doctor decided to distract himself with conversation and tasty food, ignoring the slight, unexpected weight gain.

However, while they were washing dishes, it came back to them as they shifted where they stood. The pants were still tight, and it was bothering them. They felt tighter.

They'd need to run some tests, look into whatever this was. If it was dangerous, it could affect his family! Can't have that! Maybe it was a strange side effect of being on Earth this long?

No, no, they'd been on Earth for ages before, several times. They never had this issue.

But then again, the Doctor had been quite active. Running about, solving problems, not staying in one place like this. Even working in the Black Archives now wasn't anything like working as the Chief Science Officer before.

"Somethin' on your mind, son?" Wilf asked and the Doctor turned to look at him, as he pulled the milk from the fridge. The Doctor held out the mug they had been washing, might as well let him use that if he was getting himself tea.

"Oh, it's... nothing. Just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" Wilf took the mug and grabbed for the kettle that had been on the stove, pouring himself hot water for his tea. "Work stuff? Aliens?"

"Uhhh..." The Doctor didn't want to trouble him with this issue. "Thinking about this video that Rose showed me the other day. Really interesting stuff, it was this guy playing video games and talking over them. She said I should do it, would be really funny."

"Oh yes." Wilf laughed. "I don't understand any of that nonsense."

"Yeah, neither do I." The Doctor grinned, once more distracted, probably for the best.

"This might be a problem." The Doctor muttered to themself as they stood in their bedroom, looking at the mirror before them.

It was Thursday now, just days after the discovery on Sunday, and the Doctor hadn't done much to look into what could have caused the softness around their middle.

But it seemed to be in other places as well.

They knew their body well, it was Time Lord nature to do so. They could tell that there was more of this softness in other places. Just barely there, nothing to be noticed by anyone else but themself. A tiny bit in the arms, the thighs, and maybe just the slightest bit in the chest and face, but it was mainly there in the small pudge around their middle.

They stood in front of the mirror in their boxers, and watched as their reflection pinched the squish. They wracked their brain over what caused it, but nothing came to mind.

Well, except for one thing. Which should have been obvious from the start, but their instincts didn't really... click for that.

It was just weight gain. Perfectly, ordinary weight gain. A normal thing for normal species, right? Well, not for the Doctor. Because the Doctor always ran, always forgot to eat, always did this and that and didn't eat much except for nibbles and such.

But being with the Noble-Temple family meant living by their schedules. Three meals a day, Donna made sure of it. With tea (or in the Doctor's case, coffee) time, and some snacking through the day as they worked on projects at home, in the TARDIS, or on the days they went to work.

Was this normal?

To gain weight like this?

They'd been retired for about six or so months now, was this supposed to happen? Were they doing this thing right? Or was this a bad sign, that they were not doing this correctly, that this was a step in the wrong direction?

The Doctor turned away from the mirror, they needed to stop looking and get back to getting dressed. They grabbed a t-shirt from the closet and some jeans. No work today, they were going to fix the old box TV in Wilf's sunroom so he could watch programs from another galaxy.

They smoothed their shirt down and bit their lip, an uncomfortable feeling was in the pit of their stomach, twisting itself in knots. Uhg, they hated when they got themself so worked up like this. Maybe fixing the TV would help with anxiety.

Donna watched her best friend at the dinner table. They had spent most of the meal chatting with Wilf and Rose about the TV in the sunroom, and how it could get access to over nine thousand channels.

She had noticed that the Doctor hadn't really touched much of their dinner. When dinner was done, she helped them with the dishes, where she washed and they put away. "So, not hungry tonight?" She asked as casually as possible.

The Doctor paused while drying off a bowl. "Huh?"

"You hardly touched your dinner tonight. You like curry, you told me my mom makes delicious curry, you typically ate two helpings."

They looked at her, frowning just a little, before putting the bowl in the cabinet. "Just... not hungry tonight."

She pulled the plug from the sink and turned to face them completely. "Bull, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Don't tell me that nonsense, Doctor. I know you." She jabbed a wet finger against their chest. "You have been troubled by something lately. You think you're so good at hiding that, but you're not. I'm your best friend, I know you inside and out. Literally. Your mind was my mind for a while."

The Doctor squirmed where they stood and they looked a bit pink in the cheeks as they glanced around. Then they sighed, leaning in close. "I... I think I'm failing this retirement thing..."

Donna raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I just... I noticed something. On Sunday. And I think it's a sign that I'm doing bad at this, that the calm life isn't working for me."

She felt the pricklings of worry as she listened, and she touched their arm. "Go sit down, we're gonna talk about this."

"Do we have to?" They asked, a whine in their voice.

"Yes, you knob. If it makes you feel better, we're do this in your weird study." The Doctor nodded and left the kitchen for said study, which was more of just a room full of weird books and things they had collected over the years, and a couch that looked uncomfortable but was the complete opposite.

That's where she found them sitting when she entered the room, two mugs in her hands. One with coffee with just a dash of milk, the other one mainly that nasty candy bar creamer with a dash of coffee, just as the two of them liked their drinks.

The Doctor took the offered mug, looking at it with a complicated stare. Donna rolled her eyes and sat down on the other side of the couch, taking a long drink from her mug. "Start talking."

"About?"

"What you think is the matter."

With a small, weird noise from their throat, they set the mug aside to adjust how they were seated on the couch. They leaned back and grabbed at the hem of their shirt and slowly pulled it up. "I've gained weight."

Donna stared at their torso, where there was a bit of pudge there, nothing to really write home about. "Really? That's it?"

The Doctor looked at her, confused. "What do you mean 'that's it'? Is this not... I dunno, a bad sign or something?"

"How?"

"I-" And then they stopped, giving this some thought. "I don't know. I mean, is it normal to gain weight when recovering and taking the slow path?"

Donna groaned, slapping her forehead. "You're the smartest person on Earth, and yet you are a great, big doof! Of course it's normal!"

"It is?"

"Yes! It's a perfectly good sign, actually! Lots of people gain weight when recovering from stress, trauma, and PTSD! My granddad did after the war, told me so himself. Said he came back a scrawny thing and had felt bad about things, but when he started to get better, he ate right and put on weight. It's perfectly normal, and it means you're adapting to a calm life."

The Doctor looked at their stomach, poking it. "So... this is a sign I'm recovering?"

Donna nodded. "Yep! Just like how you look less exhausted. I know the nightmares still come and go, but you've been sleeping better, right?"

"Of course! I've been able to sleep for several hours without a single nightmare waking me up for the past two weeks!" The Doctor stated, waving their hands.

"There you go, this is working. You just being here, not running around, trying to ignore your problems like you had been doing. You've got your friends hanging out with you, you have a job that you actually like, and you still run around, but without having to save the day all the time cause the beautiful Doctor is out there doing it for you."

"Oi! I'm beautiful too!"

"I'm not going to call my pseudo-brother beautiful." Donna made a face and they laughed. "You're starting to enjoy the slow, Doctor. And there's nothing wrong with this." She leaned over and tapped at the softness they had gained. "In fact, it's nice to see you with some meat on your bone."

The Doctor nodded, taking this in. "So, retirement squish is perfectly normal?"

Donna wanted to question the Doctor on their choice of describing this as that, but decided not to. "Yep. Means you're relaxing and doing well."

They perked up a bit. "Oh! Brilliant!"

The Doctor grabbed their coffee mug, taking a long drink. "That's good, cause I was worried and kinda freaking out about it. A lot."

"Please don't tell me you didn't eat dinner because of this..." She winced.

"What?" The Doctor blinked. "Oh! No, no! I actually got myself so worked up with worry that it made me nauseous. Actually, now that I feel better about this, I could do with a nibble. I didn't have my afternoon snack today for that reason too."

"Oi, go make a sandwich or something then!" She shooed the Doctor off the couch as they laughed, getting up and fixing their shirt.

They turned to look at her, smiling. "Thanks, Donna. Sorry about this, I didn't know what to make of it, I'm not... I'm not used to taking it slow. I don't know what to expect, what's a good sign or a bad sign."

She stood up and looked at her best friend, smiling just a bit. "I get it. Trust me, I do. After losing my memories, it was hard to get back on track. After Rose came out, it was an adjustment to knowing if I was doing the right thing or the wrong thing. I'm here to help you along this one, spaceman. Don't ever forget that."

The Doctor grinned and gave her a hug. "Thank you. I'll come to you for things like this, I promise." They pulled back. "You really think it's a good look for me though? The retirement squish?"

"Oh yeah." Donna grinned back. "Also, are you really going to call it that?"

"Of course! That's what it is!" That's one way to call it that.

I hope I wrote this right, I have my own issues with weight that I'm working on, but I felt like the Doctor did when I was younger after I had lost a lot of weight due to medical stuff and started gaining it back when I was healing. I hadn't been sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it is a good thing.

#doctor who #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #wilfred mott #john's drabbles

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thegodmother007 · 4 months ago

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My New Neighbor Chapter 10: Housewarming Party

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

Chapter 10:

I had been mulling over whether or not to invite Cain to my Housewarming party for a few days now. Bo was going to be there, as well as my parents and a few friends. I knew it was a part of the contract I signed to live here to give my tiny neighbor a heads up if I have gatherings of 3+ within 48hr of the event. With it being a week away, I had some time to think about it. I want him there, but remembered how he reacted seeing me the first few times, clearly Giants overwhelm him. Would I be putting him in an awkward position inviting him to an event that would realistically only have giants there? Not like I had a ton of Human friends I could invite…that is kind of the whole point of living here..I want to meet Humans & make friends.

“It is at least worth extending the invite” I decided in my brain. For the next 2min I composed a text to Cain to see if he would be interested in going, but ensuring my text expressed there was no pressure on him to say yes.

“Hey Cain, this is Vi..but, you know that already. Anyways, I am having a housewarming party this Saturday from 3:00pm-whenever. There will be drinks, snacks, I’ll be ordering pizzas for everyone and I will be bringing some products I got for 50% off from work. We’ll be doing games & whatever else we feel like doing. I am inviting my family and a few of my friends. If you’d like to come, you’re welcomed to swing by, seeing as this is your Unit as well, but there is no pressure to come. If you’re busy or something, don’t worry about it.” Send.

I felt nervous, knowing damn well my brother & father weren't huge fans of Humans, especially considering how many of them view giants as dangerous & monsters. Both of them are guilty of listening to biased podcasts and radio shows, they just indoctrinate themselves & each other all day, even swapping content in our family group chat. Hell, even just moving into this complex & being a part of this program was an argument between my parents & I. Bo was kind enough to keep most of his opinions to himself, but not all of them. Part of me wanted Cain to say he was busy & not come. The other part wanted him there as a ‘Told you so’ to my family who doubted meaningful relationships can come out of co-inhabitation. I waited for Cain’s response as I peeled myself out of bed and began getting ready for the day.

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I sat in my car having just gotten all my grocery shopping done when I felt a buzzing in my pocket. After turning the car on & getting the AC going, I looked to see who was texting me. My heart skipped a beat & my stomach dropped a little to see Vi’s contact was the one that texted me. Looking at the message, I see it was an invitation to a party. I didn't respond right away, immediately logging onto my Dave & Cruster’s app to see if I was scheduled that night. I was. Damnit.

“Sounds good. I'll see you there. Would you mind if I invited a few friends?” I hoped Vi wouldn't take offense to the question. But seeing as her friends and family were going to be there, and so that I wasn't grossly outnumbered, I would at least ask.

“Sure. How many?” She shot back relatively quickly. “I would say about 3-5 friends give or take.” I could see Vi’s typing bubble slide onto my screen & with a swoosh sound, the message popped up “The more the merrier. But bring Human cups & junk, I don't have that.” That was easy enough, I had plenty of paper plates and cups from the last party I held. “See you then 👍🏽” I shot back, keeping it neutral.

With my blood pressure rising, I shot a mass email to all the Dave & Cruster's staff members: “@Bartending Team is anyone willing to switch their morning shift with my afternoon shift this Saturday?” Almost immediately Justin, a newer bartender who just turned 21, responded with “Dibs. I wouldn't mind sleeping in 😂” This worked out perfectly. “It’s yours. I’ll be in at 7:00am for the breakfast rush then.” I went into the calendar & switched Justin & my shifts around, reflecting the new schedule & forwarding the conversation with Justin to Management to keep them aware. I was going to a giant party this weekend & started texting my friends to see who’d be interested in coming with me.

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I stood by the kitchen counter reading Cain’s messages back to me. My heart sank a little to see Cain’s confirmation, but at the same time, I was excited that he felt comfortable enough to accept the invite. The realization hit me then, that I was going to have a gaggle of Humans in my apartment. Including Cain, I was about to have 4-6 Humans in my place & looking around, it didn’t seem very accessible to the human guests I was about to have in my home. I was going to need to do something about that.

Saturday - 2:45pm

The ladders for the Humans were in place in case they wanted to climb up to the coffee table. On the coffee table, were smaller seating areas and tables I bought from a giant doll enthusiast on Eepsy. Replicas of Human anything were always cheaper than getting the real thing, a deal I couldn’t pass up. I felt pretty proud of myself, seeing as I did everything I could to prepare for the smaller guests coming. As I put the finishing touches on the coffee table, I hear a buzzing at the door. I jumped from my crouched position and went to my speaker “Yes?” I inquired, wondering which one of my guests got here first. “Hillevia, it’s your favorite brother and I come with mead, let me in!” I smile, taking the opportunity to annoy my brother since those don’t come around all that much anymore. “What’s the password?” I asked indignantly. I tune in to hear my brother scoffing and groaning “I don’t know…uh Bo is the greatest of all time?” He suggests but I bellow “Yea, because THAT’S a password I would pick. Try again.” I insist and I can feel him rolling his eyes. “I don’t know! What about ‘unicorns are Vi’s favorite’?” I laughed and shook my head “Not even close!” I knew that Bo knew exactly what I wanted to hear. I waited and he paused, his will to hold out fading away along with the strength in his arms holding the bottles of mead he brought. “I’m waiting…” I say over the speaker only to hear Bo get quiet “Fine. Vi’s the best…” I took satisfaction in my brother’s hilarious suffering, but was not going to allow him to get away with only ½ of the password. “Aaanndd?” I asked with a raised brow. “...And she is smarter than me in every way. Vi just open the damn door, my arms are tired and I drove an hour to get here!” Finally getting what I wanted, I buzzed him in.

“Baby sister!” Bo says as he places his mead bottles & drink cases on the kitchen counter. I am soon embraced with a spine crushing hug as I breathlessly ask mercy. I was dropped from where Bo had me in a suspended hug and catch my breath “Good to see you too, Bo.” I slap his shoulder and crack my spine back into place. I watch Bo walk around and seemingly inspect the apartment “Not bad, this is a nice unit you’ve got here. Where’s your human?” He asks looking around on the floor for him, as though I just keep Cain in my place. “Uh, he’s not here yet? You’re early.” I remind and Bo shrugs “I was hoping to say “Hi” to the little guy, maybe hold & play with him a bit.” I cringed at Bo’s choice of language, feeling the familiarity of the diminishment of humans I was often exposed to growing up. “He is not a pet, Bo. I haven’t even held him yet. And don’t you go using that kind of language around him & the other Humans he is bringing with him. I don’t want them thinking I am related to an Ethocentrist…” I warned with an icy tone. My brother, as unserious as ever, waves me off “Don’t you worry kid, I know how to behave. We have a few of them working at our construction site. Of course, they are more suited to be dispatchers, inventory managers & financial analysts..you know, the cushy jobs.” I felt my face growing a bit hot as I became more annoyed. “All jobs have their own challenges, don’t act like your job is more important, Bo.” I say as I begin to pour some chips into bowls and set out plates.

“Whaaat? I didn't say anything that wasn’t the truth. Humans are better at being in their comfy little offices doing the light & easy work. I & my team are out there making a difference in the world, building homes and businesses, breaking ground on untamable land that was otherwise left alone by the humans because it was ‘too hard’” he says in a baby voice at the last part.

I turn and shoot him a look “Don’t start that shit, Bjorn. I have Humans coming over as well and I don’t need you scaring them off or getting Dad all worked up. If you don’t follow my rules, I will kick both you & dad out. This is my housewarming party & my home. You will respect my human & treat him as an equal. I will even call dad right now to tell him the same thing-” Before I could do that, Bo interrupts my dialing “Dad isn’t coming. Mom caught the cold that dad is still getting over & asked me to tell you. They didn’t want to get anyone sick so they had me bring you your favorite seltzers on their behalf as a housewarming gift.” A rush of relief flowed over me, followed closely by disappointment. I look more closely to the seltzers he brough & they were in fact, my favorite. “Alright then, I’ll just text them later after the party. But don’t forget what I said Bjorn Berg, I am serious.” With palms up in the air in a surrender pose, Bo smirks “Okay okay, no need to go breaking out the full name now. I’ll behave myself….Hillevia Berg.”

It wasn’t long until my friends showed up to the party, each one bringing something to share or to drink with the rest of us. As they poured in, I realized Bo invited more of his friends than I did. But a party was a party & I was not about to be picky over who joined us. I laid out the cannabis products I got from work, instructing those who wish to partake, to take it outside to smoke, forbidding them to smoke it inside. I kept looking at the door to Cain’s unit, waiting for him & his friends to show up, hoping that I wasn’t making a fool of myself with having a human set up & no humans to use it.

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Just in time was I able to clean up from this morning’s shift at Dave & Cruster’s & rush home to shower. My friends started showing up to my place at 4:00pm, each one with food & drinks in hand. On such short notice, only 2 of my friends could make it: Brenden and Foster, both who I have roomed with before & who still room with each other now. I gave them both the run-down of what was happening tonight, but felt it was necessary to re-cap everything before we buzz in.

“Remember, giants don’t like their intelligence challenged & we are guests in Vi’s unit, so try to be nice to her.” I realized how pathetic I sounded just then, looking at Foster who places a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll behave, we are just excited to go to our first giant party & to see what it is like. We don’t plan on getting too wild.” I stepped back, knowing these two goons like the back of my hand “And don’t you go telling Vi anything about what I told you before when she walked out in the towel. That is bro-code, don’t go breaking it.” Brenden laughs and grabs the small cooler of mix & match drinks he brought “Can we just go? The party started an hour ago & I am starving, I was told there would be giant pizza!” He joked as I walked to the buzzer, holding my own tray of pigs in a blanket I took from Dave & Crusters. I press the button, hearing the chatter behind the wall dull down a bit with the echo of my buzzer catching the attention of the room. My door buzzes in return and with a shaky breath, I open the door for Brenden & Foster to walk through, both of them with full hands and distracted by their excitement. A few seconds after walking in, both have stopped in front of the door, looking towards the ceiling, silently staring. I follow them both, looking past them to see a group of about a dozen giants staring at us three, none of them looking familiar. They were huge & imposing. Some stood closer to my door than I would have liked, but many of them offered smiles to our little troop as we entered. It was only a few seconds of staring until Vi squeezed past the group, angrily whispering to her friends to “Stop staring!” and offer me a smile, coming down on one knee to be closer to our level.

Both Brenden and Foster took a tentative step back as Vi’s knee crashed into the floor, sending reverberations up our bodies. I felt that rush of adrenaline I have become familiar with when I am around Vi. Now, it was magnified 100X because of all her friends watching us now. “Glad you made it!” Vi says to me & the boys. I place my hands on the backs of both of my friends and push them forward “Thank you for inviting us!” I call up to her. Brenden and Foster are both a bit pale, Foster is quieter than I have heard him in years. “Where can we put our cooler and food?” I asked, looking on the floor of the apartment to see no Human accommodations. I watch Vi motion to the ladder she installed on the side of her coffee table “I can take your things up to the coffee table area while you climb up. I have seating & tables up here for you, away from footsteps.” It seems Vi really made an effort in planning this out for her Humans guests. “Will there be more of you joining?” Vi asked and I shook my head “Unfortunately, no. All my other friends work at Dave & Crusters tonight. But I am sure you’ll eventually meet Brittany & Huan.” I assure, feeling a sense of confidence that faking-it-till-you-make-it will give you if you believe it enough. With a slow hand, Vi reaches out for Brenden’s cooler and Foster’s bag of chips that he brought. I was able to hand Vi my tray of pigs in a blanket without much hesitation, my main concern being that she might drop them. With hardly any effort at all, Vi places our items on the top of the coffee table, turning to watch us climb the ladder.

I feel all eyes on us as we slowly make our ways to the ladder to climb up. None of the other giants have greeted us yet, but I didn’t take offense to it right away, I figured this would take some time, all things considered. The music continued to play in the background & a few of the giants continued their conversations, resuming the party as it once was. I let Brenden and Foster go up first, Vi carefully watching them both as they hike themselves to the top of the ladder after a few moments of climbing. Now that it was my turn, Vi looks to me and asks “Would you like any help getting up there?” offering me her hand, pushing it forward slightly while hovering the floor. I was stunned at the question, not quite understanding why she was asking me, when I was as capable as Brenden & Foster of getting up there on my own. “Uh, I am okay? I got it.” I said gripping the handhelds of the ladder, scrambling up quickly to show Vi how physically capable I can be. I easily beat the climb time of both Brenden & Foster, careful to hide any heavy breathing I might have had reaching the top.

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I felt another wave of disappointment when Cain rejected my help getting onto the coffee table. “Not a good time to ask” I reprimanded myself internally. Holding someone for the first time is not something most would do casually. I stood up to my full stature once I saw Cain was on top of the coffee table. “See how fast I climbed that thing?” He calls up to me “I didn’t even need your help!” He laughs and I laugh along with him. This was a pride thing, I could tell by the cocky way he planted his hands on his hips, victoriously. I lean down, hands on my knees “I see that!. Tell me, are you guys hungry? The pizza just got here, can I cut you a slice?” Just then, Cain’s little friend Brenden scurries forward towards Cain & I where he stands on the edge of the coffee table “Can we have pepperoni!?” He asks me much like a child would. “Yea! Whichever one you guys want, I would be happy to-” I was cut off by Brenden fist pumping the air “I have always wanted to try giant pizza!” I laugh at his misplaced enthusiasm. “It’s just like regular pizza, Brenden. No difference in taste.” I assure but he shakes his head “Yes but it’s all you can eat..for us, I mean.” He says sheepishly and I laughed again “Good point. Let me grab you guys a slice, okay?” I already liked his friend Brenden, he seemed eager to socialize with me & hopefully the other party guests.

I carefully picked a piece that had plenty of pepperoni, so they could have the full experience of ‘giant pizza.’ Getting side tracked a few minutes here & there grabbing drinks for people and taking a hit or two off some more generous guest’s pens, I return with a slice for them to share. Much to my surprise, my brother’s friend Myra was on the couch, talking to Cain & his friends. Myra was very social, she could (and will) talk to anyone given the chance. Brenden seemed to be the focus of her attention at the moment, Foster & Cain having taken seats next to each other among the set of chairs I had laid out. Cain’s face, from where I could tell, lit up seeing the pizza as I approached. “Your pizza, gentlemen?” I say in an all-too-cheesy French accent. Brenden, having the attention span of a hamster, stopped the conversation with Myra and turned towards the enormous slice of pizza they saw I was giving them. “This is all for us?” Brenden asked with vigor. “Yes, this is for all 3 of you. Enjoy & let me know if you need anything else.” I get up to turn away when I hear Cain shout to me “Wait!” I turn to see him half out of his seat, pausing when we made eye contact. “Are you going to eat with us?” He asked me and I shook my head ‘no’. “I got invited out to the balcony to smoke, actually. I was going to do that.” I explained, just to see Cain’s face fall before he quickly righted himself and nodded. I watched him turn to the pizza and, like anyone would try, take a bite from the huge pizza. Brenden wastes no time chowing down & Foster seems to be picking pieces off the pizza in a more polite way. I laughed and turned to the balcony where I am handed a joint someone rolled prior to the party.

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I watched Vi turn away and disappear into the group, feeling shot down. I figured there was no use dwelling & ignoring the pizza wouldn't help, it would get cold soon. I start going for it along with Brenden but find that Foster’s method of eating was way less embarrassing. “So..” a charming voice rings out from above us on the coffee table. I look to see Myra, the giantess who introduced herself to us after Vi walked away to get our pizza. “You boys like party games?” She asks the lot of us. Brenden with full cheeks asks “What kind of games?” Myra’s toothy smile gave me a dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

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I was chilling on the balcony, smoking a joint my friend Erika brought, talking about anything & everything. “So the blonde human is your Unit Partner then?” Erika asks “Yea, that's him.” I confirm, taking a drag of joint. “The same one who insisted you were stupid?” I scoffed “Yea. But he apologized. He brought me a whole pizza, actually.” I say with a smirk. Erika questions “A human sized pizza?” She asks with a giggle. “Yea, but it was the thought that counted.” I assure and she sits back against her chair “Yea, that's true. At least he was sorry. Not all humans are right away.” I interject “Neither are Giants..” and Erika raises the joint in the air “I hear that!” She laughs, taking a hit herself. “How is he otherwise?” She asks, obviously curious about having a human roommate. “He's awkward & gets shy pretty easily.” Erika nods with a shrug “I can see why..”

That response puzzled me “Why?” I asked, sitting back up & looking at Erika. Erika looks back at me & gives me an up and down. “Babe, you're 85ft when the average woman is like, 60-65ft tall and don't take this the wrong way, but you have RFB real bad. You are also not very petite, you look like you could snap someone in half & give a chance you probably would. I’m sorry but not a lot about you screams ‘approachable’ you know?” I sat there shocked because I disagree completely. “I am totally approachable!” I argue and Erika rolls her eyes “To any giant, you're a fairly normal woman, they aren't worried about approaching you as much & once they get to know you, they can see you're a huge softie. But they have to approach you first. Can you blame Humans for not approaching you?”

I sat with that & pondered it a while. In my concentration, I felt a buzzing in my pocket. Before I had a chance to pull my phone out, another friend, Tyla, pops her heart out of the door “Tequila shots for whoever is interested!” She calls out to those on the patio. I wasn't a drinker, so I opted out & checked my phone instead. I felt my stomach drop to my feet looking at my notifications screen. ‘4 missed calls from Cain’ ‘7 missed texts from Cain’ ‘2 voicemails from contact: Cain'. Quickly opening my phone, I read the texts:

5:58pm: “Where r u?”

6:17pm: “ur friend Myra is getting 2 close for comfort & I don't like how these people r looking at me. can u please come in here?”

Missed call

6:31pm: “dude Myra is being super pushy & a few others are asking me n the boys if we wanna do beer pong. I think you need to come here NOW.”

Missed call

6:37pm: “VI HELP PLEASE!!!!”

Missed call

6:56pm: “Vi I feel vry unsafe. 1 of ur friends pushed me into a beer cup he lost in beer pong & drank from it w me in it. I'm drunk AF & I'm fuckin soaked & freezing rn. They're talking about human flavor or smthin making alcohol taste better an laughing but this isn't fuckin funny. I need help PLEASE. Foster was taken somewhere idk & Brenden is being used as a salt lick. This isn't funl, plz help…”

Missed call

7:03pm: Vi pick up the goddamn phone NOW PLEASE!!! I might need to call the police if ur not in here in the next few min. I'm on the verge of panicking. FFS I NEED YOU TO GET IN HERE!!!! THEY ARE GETTING SALT OUT FOR TEQUILA SHOTS. SOS HELP!!”

7:04pm: “they gunna ajjlopkl”

That last text from Cain made no sense but it didn't need to. I shot out of my chair, much to Erika's surprise & opened the sliding glass door of my balcony with so much force it fell off its track, but I didn't care. I needed to find Cain. “Cain?!” I shouted over the music which got considerably louder since I've been in here. Not only that, but I see more people have shown up since I have been on the balcony, cramming my apartment over its capacity. It was like pushing your way through a can of sardines. As I push my way past people, I look to the oven clock to see I've been outside longer than an hour. I look around the room frantically searching for the three boys. Almost immediately I spot Foster on the countertop, talking to one of the giantesses here, seemingly okay & unscathed. Looking around the room, I spot Brenden who is looking like he is rejecting something being asked of him. A giant, with buzzed brunette hair grabs him in a loose fist, bringing him towards a cup of beer. I could hear Brenden asking to be put down, pushing on the fingers of the giant who held him. I make a beeline for them, getting in the face of the giant who I recognized as one of my brother’s idiot friends. “And what the fuck are you doing?! Absolutely not, give him to me, now!” I shout over the music, holding my hands out. Gregg, my brother's idiot friend snorts “Awe what? Little dude is a party animal! He’s fine Vi, we were doing karaoke earlier & we’re playing ‘Truth or Dare’. He refused the dare so it's his turn to drink!” He begins to bring the cup back up to Brenden’s face, who pushes against the rim of the glass, forcing it away from him as his face turns green from how much drinking he was doing in such a short time.

Gregg notices this and quickly shoves Brenden into my hands “Oh man, he's about to blow, you can take em’ now!” He insists as he hastily returns to the game the others were playing. After a moment of watching Gregg walk away, Brenden does in fact, throw up in my hands; his little body trembling as he sits on all fours and catches his breath between heaves. His hands grip the skin of my palm as he throws up a second time, I feel his nails digging into the thick flesh of my palm. I didn't say anything or chastise him for it, though. “Get it all out Brenden. Are you okay?” I ask him. All I got in return was a silent head shaking ‘no’ as he remained on all fours, still looking downward. I look around to see Foster still on the countertop with a giantess I recognized as one of my old classmates, Aubrey. I walk over to them both, lowering Brenden to Foster’s level. Foster takes one good look at Brenden & is disgusted to see what a complete mess he was. “Foster, please, I need you to take him. I gotta find Cain.” I tilt my hands downward for Brenden to slide off. Aubrey starts cooing as Foster helped Brenden off my hand “Oh you poor thing. Let me get you some water..” she gets up, tending to Brenden along with Foster. I quickly go to wash my hands of the throw up Brenden so graciously left in my palm before looking for Cain.

Drying my hands on my shirt, I look around the party to see if I can spot him. I push my way past the others to the coffee table where I see Cain’s phone was left on the table. “Shit.” Was all I could say as the dots connected for me in that moment. I turn, shouting “Cain?!” I slowly scan the party & look to my small dining room table where, for a fraction of a second, I spot my salt shaker. Remembering what Cain’s texts said, I shoulder my way through the crowd & towards the table, shoving aside these strangers I didn’t know. My face paled at the sight of Cain being suspended in air, held by his wrists and ankles by Myra, stretched out & shirtless. He was glistening wet as he writhed in her hands. Another Giant sprinkles salt on Cain’s exposed torso as he yells for them to let him go. Myra seductively licks Cain’s body, wrapping her tongue around his ribs, even going as far as to put her whole mouth around his waist and suck. I felt my nerves light on fire as I yell “HEY!” The loudest I’d yelled in a long time.

The people around me, Myra included, look at me who stands there with fists balled. She takes her mouth off Cain, where I can see the light indents of bite marks on his body. No blood, but I could see Cain looking at me with pleading eyes. I push the women who are separating me from Myra, aside, as I march over to her. “That is my Human. Give him to me NOW.” I instructed but Myra laughed “Lighten up Vi, it's a party, he’s fine! He's our salt lick. Speaking of which..” Myra continues holding Cain, except this time, uses the hand that she was holding his ankles with, to grab a shot of tequila and shoot it. I place my hand under Cain’s body to take the pressure off being dangled from his arms. To my relief, Myra drops him into my hand where he crumples like wet paper. She gives a quick “Woohoo!” As her posse cheers her on & hands her a lime.

I was infuriated but had more pressing matters to attend to. I turn away from Myra and hold Cain up to my eyes, looking him over carefully. He sits on his knees, hunched over and protecting his head. He shakes uncontrollably & I can hear him crying in between hyperventilation. My soul breaks in two at the sight of Cain. In this moment he was so small, so fragile and vulnerable. He put up a good front all this time because this was a completely different Cain than the one I've come to know. He weighed practically nothing sitting in my palm, yet his presence weighed heavily on my heart looking at him, cowering. I gingerly walk towards the countertop, carful not to jostle Cain, where Aubrey is helping gently clean Brenden. He has more color to his cheeks now since I've seen him last, which was a great sign. “One more” I say as I tilt Cain into Abrey’s awaiting hand that laid on the countertop, giving Cain more solid ground. I watch him tentatively as Foster helps Cain up, his eyes casted downward as he stumbles off Aubrey’s palm.

I turn away from the countertop and walk back towards Myra. Of who, is looking for her salt lick that I took away. “Hey, why's you take my drinking buddy away?” She asks with a haphazard tone, not quite understanding the gravity of the situation. “You all need to leave.” I said coldly and curly. Myra folds her arms and twists her face and confusion “What? Why? Because we were having fun with your human?” I get chest to chest with Myra, standing a whole head and a half taller than her “Because if you don't leave in the next 30 seconds, we're going to have a fucking problem.” A few more people gather around, listening to the confrontation, some of them upset with me for trying to end the party & others trying to intervene in the confrontation.

Myra, with liquid courage flowing through her veins, pushes me back with everything she had, causing me to stumble a few steps. “You can get the fuck out of my face, kid. Bo invited us, so if you have a problem, take it up with him.” It was at that statement I started seeing nothing but red. Without thinking, I stand back up and grab Myra's throat, lifting her a good couple feet off the ground. Her hands and her perfectly manicured nails start scraching at my grip around her throat, choking for a breath, legs kicking for any ground at all. A few of her friends yell in shock, urging me to put her down.

It was at that point that I felt a strong hand on my shoulder “Aye aye aye! What's all the commotion, what's the problem here?” I tossed Myra away from me, into her group of friends who were cheering her on earlier, catch her with their bodies. My brother turns me to face him, wondering why I was assaulting his friend. “You can get out too” I say starkly to my brother before he can get a word in edgewise. He looks confused, unsure of what happened. “Did I miss something?” He asks dumbfounded.

“Yeah, you and your dumbass friends have treated my guests like second class citizens, like TOYS! Your friend over here? She was using my buddy as a salt lick and he wanted no part of it. He was begging her to stop, but she didn't. You are lucky, if you weren't standing here right now, I would have beaten the shit out of her. So instead, I’m shutting the party down. You & all your friends can get the hell out.” Bo backs up a bit and tries to deescalate the situation. “Ladies, can't we just let water stay under the bridge? Any guy who's well…a guy…would love to be Myra’s salt lick. C’mon, that's every guys fantasy right there, isn't it? Sucked on by a giant woman? I would have traded places with him in a minute!” He tries to joke his way out of this but I was done. “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY APARTMENT BJORN & ALL YOUR FRIENDS TOO!” I shout, pushing Bo away from me.

The party came to a halt as someone stopped the music, a deafening silence falling over the party, all eyes on the argument ensuing. I look around to see everyone standing still & staring. “PARTY IS OVER, GET OUT!!” I scream punching a hole in my wall in pure anger, which seemed to get a reaction from the crowd. People start grabbing their jackets, shoes they left & people they picked up.

After only a few minutes, my apartment was empty, say for Aubrey, Erika & Bjorn. Bo walks away from me, grabbing his alcohol from the countertop. “This was supposed to be a party Vi. If they can’t handle being at a Giant’s party, maybe they shouldn't come.” He says as he proudly exits out the front door. I slam it behind him, with punctuating force.

Once the wall stopped shaking, I turn to see Erika & Aubrey are tending to Cain & Brenden. Erika has covered Cain in a bandana she had on her, and he uses it as a blanket. I walk up to Cain & his friends, swiping the drywall from my knuckles. Foster & Brennen, both who are talking to Cain & rubbing his back, look up at me. I feel a deep seeded embarrassment within me sprouting at the sight of their gazes. I could do nothing to change what happened & could do nothing else but apologize. I lower myself to be closer to their eye levels. “I am so..so sorry you guys. My brother invited all of his friends without me knowing. I wouldn't have invited you if I knew he planned on inviting more than just a couple friends. Are any of you hurt?”

Brenden looks at Foster, who gives him a tentative look, one that didn't give me much comfort. “We’re both fine. Brenden is going to be hungover as fuck tomorrow, but he’s already drank two Liquid IV’s, so we’ll see. Cain on the other hand…” Foster lifts up the bandana to expose Cain’s bruises. On his arms & torso, he is covered in bruises & hickies. Although nothing broken, he was clearly hurt. “Cain, oh my Gods..” I reach for him instinctivly, but at the sight of my hand, he flinches & recoils in on himself. I felt a tear prick at my eye, but I was still far too angry to let it fall.

“Cain?” I ask softly. “I am so sorry about what happened. Are you going to be okay?” Cain’s hands move the bandana covering his face, away “I jusst need to go home...Iiiii- don't feel ssso good. They gave me a looot to drink & my head really hurtsss” he says in a weak & slurred voice. I worried he had a possible concussion & alcohol poisoning. Aubrey & Erika both look concerned, looking at me. “Someone needs to stay with him” Aubrey says, looking to the boys in the countertop. Both look stressed “Uh. We both have work in the morning, we were going to leave at 8pm..” they say sheepishly. I felt a compelling to volunteer. “I’ll stay with him. Or, rather, he'll stay with me. I'll have him sleep here tonight to keep an eye on him. I took off for tomorrow, I can handle it.” Foster looks to Brenden “Should we really leave him with a Giant right now?” As soon as he said it, he looks to the giantesses that surround him with a “No offense” to punctuate what he was trying to say. Brenden nodded “I have maximum attendance points at work right now & you just started your job. Let her do it. Neither of us can afford to lose a job right now.”

Cain rolls over, attempting to stand while engaging in the conversation happening on his behalf “No I can ssssleep this off, I'll be ooooh-kay.” As he stands, he immediately falls into Foster who anticipated catching him. “This is the drunkest I've seen him in a while. Take good care of him, okay?” Foster asks me. “Of course..” I respond as Foster supports Cain’s weight upright. I gently position my cupped hand behind Cain, Foster laying him in my palm slowly. Cain's head was clearly spinning as I lifted him off the countertop.

Cain was having a difficult time keeping his eyes open at all as I brought him closer to me. I felt his breathing had slowed down a bit & he was broken out in cold sweats. I grab the bandana & lay it over Cain, who grips it & pulls it towards him. I look to Brenden & Foster “Thank you guys for coming. I'm sorry how it ended up.” Brenden nods and Foster scoffs “I had a great time” he says winking at Aubrey who giggles a little as she stands, offering her hand to both of the boys. I didn't have the energy to ask about that right now. As I turned towards the hallway that led to my bedroom, I see Brenden & Foster, both safely in Aubrey’s hand, leave with her & Erika. “I'll text you tomorrow” I assure my friends as they waived goodbye.

I look to Cain who had, without me noticing, thrown up in my hand and on himself. I sigh. “This is going to be a long night..” I say to myself as I walk to the bathroom to clean him up.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: An extra long story for ya'll this week! Thank you for the continued support of my story. I apologize that I have not been able to get these chapters out as much as I would like. I have decided that I will be putting chapters out as I am able, not going to force myself to try & get them out every single Friday, as with a full time job, hobbies, friends & family, I find I am often busy. Thank you for understanding :)

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Chapter One

90s!steve harrington x f!oc

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He got out, hopped one state over, and planned on continuing an anonymous existence of cold beds and numbers scribbled on forearms. One small problem in that plan, or maybe one big problem.

warnings | 18+ smut, angst, columbus OH deserves a TW in and of itself (i love it so)

a/n | I am so excited to be sharing the first chapter of this series. A very special thanks must be given to @pr0ximamidnight who lets me scream about these characters all the time, and who also made the absolutely amazing artwork for this fic! As always, I'd love to hear what you think of this one, drop me a line :)

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“You coming tonight?”

“Who’s playing?”

“Up and coming, you haven’t heard of them.”

“Oh, so they’re shit then?”

“Don’t be a snob, Steven. Even your beloved Elliott Smith started out as a nobody. Hell, he still is a nobody.”

“You told Art that I’d cover the front tonight, didn’t you?” The silence is enough of an answer. Steve sighs.

“Eddie.”

“Come on, Steve. Money is money, I don’t see why you’re complaining when I was gracious enough to get you a little more of it.” His so very gracious roommate is already halfway out the door, a grin and shrug that tells Steve there will be no squirming out of this. Great.

It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy a trip to the Newport Club, especially not when it’s free and all he has to do is check tickets and let girls feel him up a little on the way into the music hall. But it’s Wednesday, and he has work tomorrow, and he’s feeling a little more pitiful than usual since their AC unit busted out and has yet to be fixed. Their landlord told them he would be getting to it about two weeks ago, and Steve is starting to wilt around the edges in the close grip of the heat and humidity. So no, he’s not really feeling a gig at the moment. But yes, money is money, and he doesn’t have much time to whine to himself about it when he’s already running late to his shift at Katzinger’s.

Columbus has been good to him, something he is reminded of every morning when he bikes across town to get to the deli. Urban enough to be anonymous, but still cheap enough for him to pay rent with the patchwork jobs he does. And not Hawkins, so it’s already miles ahead just because of that.

“I got lox no schmear for Tiffany. There you go, sweetheart, have a nice day.” Tiffany left her phone number at the bottom of her receipt for him, a little heart too. Yet another way Columbus has treated him well, the bevy of OSU students that seem to like what Steve has going on. Eddie calls it his “soft-prozac look,” whatever the hell that means. Certainly different from his polo shirts and varsity jacket days, but a whole lot else has changed since then.

Things are easy, simple, and he likes it that way. Making sandwiches and smiling at coeds until three, a new Tiffany every week, no strings, no stress. And the music scene at the fringes of campus. While his roommate prefers a sound with a little more edge, Steve prefers the softer, sadder stuff, and there’s plenty of it getting passed around on burned CDs and in the dim, dank bars downtown. That’s how he first started picking up gigs at the Newport Club. Art took one look at him, the remnant strength from the days of the king, and stuck him out front with a scowl and a folded wad of cash. Not to mention the perk that once the crowd is packed in, he gets to lean in the doorway and turn his good ear to the music.

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She’s running late. Actually, she was running late twenty minutes ago. Now it’s just laughable. And somewhere in the slow slump of afternoon into evening, it has started raining. So there’s that, the hem of her skirt sticking and sweating around her ankles, skin turned tacky in the humid air. But she’s a little too focused on digging her ticket out of the bottom of her bag as she does a sort of jump-walk toward the club.

Who was it again? A friend of a friend’s boyfriend who had an extra ticket to this new band’s gig. She can’t even remember the name. Probably something precious and pretentious like toaster aneurysm.

Shit, not good, not even the remnants of a crowd still waiting outside the venue, just some guy with his arms folded over his chest, leaning in the doorway with one doc marten crossed over the other. His eyebrow cocks, a crack of his gum rolled with his jaw when she approaches. She can hear the dull thrum of a bass coming from inside, already started.

“Hi, I’m here for the show, here’s my–”

“The show started fifteen minutes ago, sweetheart.” It’s a little stunning, not snappy, but entirely bored in the way he says it, sighing and slumping back against the wall, a flick of his chin to toss his thick flop of hair out of his eyes.

“Okay, so? Just take my ticket and let me in.” Not in the mood, not that she ever is, for this bullshit tough guy act. Said tough guy squints at her, tongue poking in his cheek like really, this is a grave inconvenience to him, when he could have already taken her ticket and let her in and gotten back to his brooding hunch.

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“I’m Steve.”

“Good for you, Steve.” Great, he thought that was funny, a huff of a laugh and half a smile, perfect teeth and frustratingly perfect dimple. She was going for bitchy, actually. When he finally uncrosses his arms from over his chest, hooking his knuckles into the pockets of his pants, she gets a better look at his t-shirt. He must have shrunk it in the wash, or maybe it’s intentional, the way it fits so snug that the muscles in his arms bulge over the sleeves, the I heart metal logo stretched to burst across his chest. Elliott Smith fan, so at least he’s got that going for him.

“Are you really not gonna let me in?”

“Are you really not gonna tell me your name?”

“It’s Ruth, okay?

“That’s an old-fashioned name.”

“So is Steve.” By now, the band has already gotten through two more songs since she got here, and she’s starting to think she’s going to have to resign herself to listening to scraps through the propped open door. For his part, Steve seems perfectly content with the situation, his chin tilted toward the sound as he pulls a menthol out of his back pocket and lights it up. For her part, Ruth is just annoyed enough to reach out and swipe the cigarette from his fingers before it makes it to his mouth, taking a smug inhale as he lets out a petulant whine of hey.

“If you’re gonna keep me out here, the least you can do is offer some refreshments.” To be fair, the more she hears of the music dripping out from the club, the less interested she is in joining the crowd, some kind of post-punk shoegaze dirge-fest from the sound of it. And no, it definitely doesn’t have anything to do with the long line of his throat when he lets smoke seep out in a hiss, head tilted back to keep his exhale from washing over her face. No, nothing to do with that, and nothing to do with the way the tendons in his forearms jump, all spilled shadow when he offers her back the cigarette. No, definitely nothing to do with that either.

“Are you a student?”

“No, are you?”

“No, so what do you do then?”

“I work at the library.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hmm. What about you?”

“I work at Katz, you know? Over in german village?”

“Yeah, everyone knows Katz. I like Brown Bag better though, they’ve got that tofu cream cheese.”

“Who the hell likes tofu cream cheese? Are you vegan or something?” Rapid fire, somewhere in the volley she has mirrored his posture, her shoulder brushing against his as she rests back against the wall, fingers flickering back and forth, trying to sip down the last few drags of their shared cigarette.

“No, I just like the taste better. Regular cream cheese gives me the heebies.” He hums, the dip and bob of his throat catching the warm shock of the streetlights. She lets herself watch him for a beat, the quick flit of her eyes away from his when he looks right back at her. Back and forth like that, she collects up every freckle she can find, the two on the side of his neck, on his cheek. Pretty boy at rest. The music is mere afterthought.

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He’s glad he decided to be difficult tonight. The truth is, he really isn’t supposed to let people in after the set starts, something about code violations and fire hazards. But usually, he’ll nod along a few stragglers hurrying into the club, no big deal. Chalk it up to the heat, to no AC, to whatever, Steve was not feeling so generous tonight, and he’s never been so grateful for his snappy streak as he is right now.

“What size shoe did you say you are?” He’s not entirely sure how things unraveled to this. Him, with his shoeless, socked foot hovering just above the sidewalk, and her, holding her sneaker in one hand, with his doc marten on her foot, giving a few experimental shuffles in it, the hem of her skirt swirling around her shins with it.

“Men’s twelve, probably too big for you, honey.” Her nose scrunches, mouth screwing to the side like she can’t possibly stand being called that. He tucks that away in his mind through the constant din of the concert going on inside.

“Hmm, I think I could make it work if I doubled up my socks.”

“You gonna steal my shoes, is that your angle?”

“Well, I do need a refund for my ticket since someone wouldn’t let me in.” He scoffs, dipping his chin to hide behind his hair, just a little, buying time to think of something clever to say back to her.

“Judging by that noise, I think I did you a favor actually.” Ruth grins, and as if on cue, a particularly discordant warble of guitar whines through the door, both of them wincing at it.

“Maybe you’re right. How much longer you think they got?” She wobbles to the side as she toes out of his boot, and Steve moves before he can think, one hand to her waist, one cupping her elbow. Up close like this, he can see the way her eyeliner has smudged at the edges, a stray speck of it on the arc of her cheek. But it’s catch and release, a laugh light in her chest as she pulls away to put her own shoe back on.

“I’d say they’re wrapping up. We could, you know, get out of here if you wanted to.” Fun, right? That’s what this is. The flirt and flair of it, a game they both seem to be intent on.

“Where are we going, Steve?” She tilts her head, sing-songing his name.

Steve is good at this, the logistics of it all. Hers or his. His, they decide, because hers is further away. And mercy, Eddie has been shacking up with the produce stocker from the natural grocery store over in Bexley, so they don’t have to worry about being quiet when they stumble through the door to his apartment.

Graceless, groaning into her mouth when his hip hits the corner of the kitchen counter, and then a different noise entirely skittering up the back of his throat when Ruth’s palm finds the hurt and rubs it out with quick heat up under the hem of his t-shirt.

Here’s the thing, most of the time, he prefers to keep his shirt on. It’s not that anyone has been rude or repulsed by the scars that splay over his skin. Something much worse. A pitying thing, a pitiful thing. The drop of their brow and a pulled frown and oh my gosh, what happened to you? Yeah, he’d prefer to keep his shirt on most of the time. But right now, he wants a little more. A little more sense, a little more touch, a little more of her palms on bare skin. So it’s more feel than thought when he tugs his shirt off over his head, shivering down with it when she noses down his neck to drop her lips to the top of his shoulder. Bruise-colored kisses, he doesn’t resist the urge to thumb away the smear of her dark lipstick in the corner of her mouth. She chases after his touch, a kiss to the pad of his thumb before her grin turns sharp with the nick of her teeth.

…

Pretty boy is pretty all over. Freckles all over, she maps them with her mouth, a slow sneak down his stomach to the waist band of his briefs. And he’s got a bedframe too, bonus. Yeah, pretty all over, flushed-pink tip when she slides his briefs down his thighs, just enough for the thick weight of him to smear pearling pleasure over the coarse hair trailing down his clenched stomach. She’s no better though, thighs clenching together in useless friction where she’s kneeling between his legs, cotton underwear that used to say Wednesday on the front and a bra that’s just as old. She really hadn’t been expecting something like this, though Steve doesn’t seem to mind, lips parted in a ghost of a swollen smile, eyes hazy with want.

“Can I?”

“You can do whatever you want, honey, fuck.” She has to temper her grin when she takes him into her mouth, pleasant pain and pressure in the hinge of her jaw because Steve certainly has something to brag about. Impossible to take all of him, she settles for laving her tongue over the vein running the underside of his cock, spit-slick palm curling around the rest. Pretty boy pretty all over making pretty sounds too. Huffs of breath that turn into groans when she swallows around him, muscle jumping under her palm that’s pressed over his stomach, her nails grazing in an implicit command. Take what you are given, pretty boy. And he does, perfectly, preening under her touch, little pants of fuck, s’good, really good that shiver straight down her spine and into her pelvis. She only realizes that her hand that isn’t working the base of him has dipped down into her panties when Steve lets out a ragged shit, that’s hot, lashes dropped down to his cheeks with the way he’s staring at her. And then it’s all quiet c’mere, c’mere, honey, insistent hand at her jaw coaxing her up, clashing teeth when they both misjudge the first kiss, and then a sigh when they get the second one right.

“You have condoms, right?”

“Yeah, I got it, just let me–” She doesn’t exactly make it easy, mouthing at his neck as he leans over to rifle through his nightstand, jostling her in his lap with a frustrated huff that she doesn’t like the sound of.

“Fuck.”

“Are you, like, out?” He settles back against his headboard with a sigh, an answer in and of itself.

“I bet my roommate has some though. Gimme a sec, I’ll be right back.” Quite the show, his bare ass shuffling out of his room. She lays back on the mattress, maybe wishful thinking in taking off the rest of her clothes, though Steve is quick to return with a grin and a foil packet pinched between two fingers.

“You sitting pretty like that for me, honey?” A little wolfish, animal and annoying in how smug he smiles as he climbs onto the end of the bed, catching her knee before she can close her legs, palm smoothing down the inside of her thigh.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, Steven.”

“Steven, huh?” He tilts his head, almost absent-minded, his eyes hooded and heavy, dropped to the crux of her hips. She can’t help her quiet gasp when he drags his thumb through her swollen cunt, pad of his finger notching at her entrance, teasing, testing, before smearing back up to her clit in a lazy arc.

“Fuck, that’s pretty. Are you ready for me?” Cocky, but also clear care. She leans up on an elbow, puling him down by his nape before her stupid heart can kick up too much at the sentiment. His hair tickles against her sternum, forehead pressed there so he can look down at his fumbling with the condom wrapper, clearly distracted, maybe by the way she’s trailing her foot up and down the back of his leg, dark nail polish against tan skin.

It’s a stretch, of course. Perfect ache in her hips, all she can manage is an uh-huh high in her throat when he asks her if she’s alright. And then deeper, taking more of him, all of him until it’s Steve letting out the pathetic sounds, something like a whimper that she laps up, tongue flickering behind his teeth.

The rest is a slow, spiraling, slump. It’s obscenely warm in his room, humid too, so pretty soon sweat starts to pearl and pool. In clavicles, in dips and bend of muscle, skin sticking to skin with salt and sighs, almost smothering with how Steve drapes over her. He moves good, smooth and strong like he knows what he’s doing, though it eventually devolves into a deep grind more than anything else, both of them chasing down pleasure. He smells like that clove gum he was chewing, the menthol too, and like he spent the day out sweltering in the midsummer heat. She can’t help but dip her nose down into the center of his sternum, breathing him in as her nails dig and slip against his shoulder blades. Though soon he’s coaxing her, lemme see, honey, there you are, pretty eyes.

Embarrassing really, that’s what snaps and snarls her into and over the edge. His eyes, blown out black, steady and certain on her. She comes so hard that she starts to shiver in the heat.

…

“Mmf.” It isn’t enough to rouse him, still slumped on his stomach with his face pressed into his pillow. But it does feel good, light scratches across his shoulder blades, then trailing up the nape of his neck and into his hair. He sighs, content in his tangle of sheets.

“I know you’re awake.” He can’t help it, smile spreading, one eye squinting open to find Ruth looking right at him, kneeling alongside the bed.

“Why’re you dressed?”

“I need to go home before my shift. I smell like a swamp.”

“Sorry, AC is busted.”

“Yeah, I guessed as much.” He squints sitting up, washed down in the early morning light, already missing the feel of her hand tangled in his hair.

“Can I get your number?” For once, he’d like to do this again. Ruth smiles, settling into her hip as she looks down at him.

“You got a pen?” He does, tucked into a notebook that he keeps in the bottom drawer of his nightstand, not even worried about how uncool he looks fumbling for it and a scrap of paper to give to her. Purple nail polish, he notes, so dark the color is only a suggestion. He watches the flicker of it as she passes back the pen and paper to him.

“Thanks for a nice night, pretty boy.” Still sleep-shaken, but with it enough for her words to send a flush of heat up his neck.

“Yeah, Ruth, I had a good time too. So I’ll call you?” Already halfway out his bedroom door, she still smiles over her shoulder.

“Uh-huh, you do that.”

It’s early enough that he can linger in the scent of her in his sheets, pressing his face hard into the mattress before finally willing himself to get up. By the time he shuffles out into the living room with one and a half boots on, Eddie is back and crunching through a burnt piece of toast in front of the microwave.

“Hey, who was that spooky-looking chick that slinked– slunk? Whatever, left earlier this morning?”

“Her name is Ruth.” All that he offers up, pointedly focusing on pouring himself a cup of coffee. Eddie scoffs, crumbs scattering.

“Okay, and? Flavor of the week, or what?”

“Mmm.”

“No, you’re telling me Morticia is gonna turn an honest man out of you?” Steve’s turn to scoff this time, choosing to take a long pull of coffee rather than indulging Eddie with a real answer.

“You get her number?”

“Yeah.”

“You gonna call her?”

“Jesus, Ed, yes, lay off.”

“Oh, now I know you really like this one. You’re only bitchy about the ones you really like.”

“Fuck off. How’s Herb, or whatever his name is.”

“Don’t be so gauche, Steven, and for the record, his name is Leif.”

“Right.”

“Anyways, Harrington Doctrine, yeah?”

“Yeah, man, exactly.”

Now normally, according to the Harrington Doctrine, Steve should wait a full forty-eight hours, minimum, before even thinking about calling her. He does not follow the Harrington Doctrine. In fact, he barely makes it through the rest of the day without picking up a phone. When he gets home from his shift at the deli, however, he paces himself. Takes a shower first, checks the answering machine, willing away a little more time, anything to temper his apparent want. But when he does finally dial up the number on the scrap of paper he kept tucked in his notebook, he is sorely disappointed by the answer he gets on the other end.

“Brown Bag deli, how may I help you?” First, shock, reasoning to himself that he must have punched it in wrong. He tries again, careful in each button pressed.

“Brown Bag deli, how may I help–” He slams the phone back into its receiver this time, just as Eddie walks through the front door, home from his shift at the tattoo shop where he apprentices.

“Damn, tell that phone how you really feel.”

“She gave me a fake number.”

“What? Who?”

“Mort– Ruth. I can’t believe this, she seriously gave me a fake number.” With all the tact that he usually has, Eddie plucks the scrap of paper from Steve’s hand, a grumbled lemme see as he dials the number. At first, a lift off of hope in his chest when Eddie stays on the line, brow furrowed.

“Hi, yeah, do you guys still do that portobello melt thing? Can I get that without tomatoes? Yeah, to– hey.” Steve only half pays attention to Eddie’s protest when he takes the phone and clicks it back in the receiver, something heavy settling sick in his stomach.

“She really gave me a fake number. What the fuck?”

“Sorry, man, I guess no Addam’s Family Values for you.”

…

He doesn’t usually get like this. Lord knows, Steve has taken his fair share of rejection. So why this one is stinging harder, lingering longer, especially when he barely knew the girl, is beyond him.

Maybe the boldness of her rejection. A brazen, brash no. The humiliation of unassuming hope, small flames are so quick to be smothered. Or maybe the way he feels like a fool, plain and simple, for thinking there was something more happening when there so apparently wasn’t. Fun, he tells himself. She had been in it for fun. And she got her fun, and got out. And is that not one of his favorite moves in the book? Plenty of fun of his own, after all.

But what is maybe the worst part, he can’t stop thinking about it, about her. Nearly filled up the rest of his notebook with what he can remember, nearly a whole month’s worth of remembering now. Piecemeal, by this point, the line of her nose, the curve of her brow, half a smile. What he can always recall clearly, the patterned print of flowers that was on her skirt. He scribbles it everywhere, in the margins of old receipts, in sharpie on parchment paper, slow days at the deli getting passed somewhere hazy in his mind.

He has a headache by the time he gets back to his apartment most afternoons, opting for a few advil and closed blinds over any of the phone numbers that continue to get tucked into his hands.

“How much longer are you gonna do this?”

“Mmm.”

“Steve.”

“What?” He doesn’t have to look to know exactly how Eddie is standing right now. In the doorway to his bedroom with his arms crossed and his hip cocked to the side, his version of concern.

“It’s been a fucking month, man. Greener pastures, fish in the sea, et cetera et cetera. You haven’t even gone to any shows since the double-M, for Christ’s sake.”

“Double-M?”

“Morticia meltdown.” Steve sighs, more interested in another swatch of flowers that he’s filling a blank page in his notebook with. Mercy, before Eddie can continue to needle him, the phone rings. He only catches scraps of what is said, but his ears prick when he hears Eddie let out a quiet oh.

“Steven, my liege, my lad, it’s for you!” Great, probably Art calling to find out where the hell he’s been. Still, he gets up, only paying an ounce of attention to Eddie’s shit-eating grin when he takes the phone from him.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Steve?” Still only half-way paying attention, snapping his fingers in Eddie’s direction when he starts rifling through a box of cereal that Steve bought, looking for the dinky plastic toy inside, no doubt.

“Uh, yeah, who is this?” He snaps his fingers again when Eddie keeps digging through the cereal box, mouthing the words stop it when his roommate still persists in his hunt. Steve’s going to have to buy new cereal.

“It’s— it’s Ruth? Um, from the Newport, remember?” It’s a strange feeling, first his stomach sinking, a tight fist in his throat too, and most embarrassingly of all, that flip in his chest, that kick of hope, even now, stupid.

“Oh, oh, yeah, I remember. How did– how’d you get this number?”

“I asked Art for it, figured he’d have your info. Listen, Steve, I need to apologize for what I did. That was just– fucking childish of me, and I hope you know that it had way more to do with my own fucked-upness than it did with anything about you.”

“Yeah, it’s okay, you know, but it was pretty fucked up.” Stupid, how that hope floats to the top of his throat, because maybe apology means trying again. Maybe he’d like to try again.

“There’s something else I have to tell you.”

“Okay?” She sighs, a crackled sound over the line that makes his brow pinch.

“Look, there’s no nice way to say this, so I’m just gonna spit it out.” At this point, Eddie has crept closer, hand still buried in the cereal box, eyes wide and rapt at what is probably a stricken expression on Steve’s face.

“I’m pregnant, Steve.” What does hope turn into? A dizzying feeling, dumb and dull and done. His ears ring with it.

“I– you’re– you– what?”

“I’m pregnant. And before you do that guy thing of asking if it’s yours, I’m pretty damn sure that it is.” Somewhere in the slow unraveling of this, he has pressed one palm to the wall, whole body slumping toward it, head dropped between his shoulder blades to try to make as much of everything else quiet so he can focus on this.

“Okay, um, okay. Do you wanna– you know– because it’s your body and if you wanna— you should–”

“I’ve decided I’m keeping it.” The way his heart seizes, stops for a beat, and then trips back over itself into rhythm scares him, palm finding his chest like he could rub that feeling out and away.

“Right, that’s– yeah. Do you, like, need help, or–”

“No, I don’t need your help. I just– it seemed like the right thing to do to tell you, so that’s what I’m doing. But, yeah, I don’t, like, expect anything from you.” Steve scrunches his eyes shut, hard, trying to tamp down the heat starting to rise behind them, a foreign feeling, a falling feeling.

“Yeah, okay, thank you for telling me, Ruth.” Because what else could he say? It’s like he hears the words coming out of his mouth from somewhere just over his shoulder. And there’s more that he’d like to say, the right things to say, but Ruth is already beating him to it.

“So, yeah, I guess that’s all. Take care of yourself, Steve.” Already hanging up, and that sounds permanent. That sounds like no intention of ever seeing him again. The phone hangs by its chord, swinging limp a few inches above the ground.

“Steve, what the fuck was that?” One long exhale for him, shitshitshitshit. Eddie sets down the cereal box and takes him by the shoulders, squared off and trying to catch his vacant, glazed stare.

“I– we– she–”

“Did you use protection?” He blinks, nods, relieved that Eddie has already gotten explanation enough from eavesdropping on the call.

“Yeah, fuck, yes. I took a condom from your stash, it was a brand new box.” Something strange passes over Eddie’s expression, blanching and jaw slackening.

“Steve, which box of condoms did you open?”

“What do you mean which box? The one in your closet, on the top shelf.” Eddie’s hands drop from his shoulders, brows shot straight up his forehead.

“Oh jesus christ.”

“Jesus christ? What– Ed, what the fuck does that mean?” Steve gets no reply, Eddie already scuttling into his room, followed by the distant sound of rummaging, and then a low curse.

“So here’s the thing, Stevie, these condoms–” Eddie comes back out of his room brandishing said box of condoms, the box that Steve had opened that night with Ruth. He has a smile that slants sheepish on his face, and Steve is already starting to feel sick.

“Yeah, these condoms are from eighty-nine.”

“As in– as in nineteen-eighty-nine?”

“That would be correct, yes.” Eddie has already taken a few tentative steps backward, putting the kitchen counter between him and Steve. But Steve is too struck dumb to even consider anything like vengeance on his roommate, dragging both his hands through his hair and tugging hard until it hurts.

“Who– why– what the fuck are you doing with five-year-old condoms?”

“Ha, well, you see, I figured after a decade or two maybe they’d be worth something, you know? Like a collector’s item.” Wordless, Steve shuffles over to Eddie and takes the box of condoms from his hands, something like a laugh that sounds so sharp Eddie winces at the sound.

“Ed, a signed poster is a collector’s item. This is a box of condoms– this is– this is junk.”

“Well it’s junk now, Steven, since someone opened it.”

“Oh no, uh-uh, you don’t get to be pissy about this, not when there’s literally a girl who’s pregnant because you’re such a fucking hoarder.”

“Uh, excuse me, I’m not the one who didn’t check the expiration date when they went fumbling around for a condom.”

“I didn’t think I needed to worry about five-year-old condoms, fuck!” The volume of his voice surprises even him, silence falling heavy and hard in the echo of it. Steve rests his hands on the counter, letting his shoulders shrug up to his ears, slumping down into his bones. Eddie rests a cautious hand on his arm.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know, Ed. I really don’t know.”

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