#left to get a bandaid this guy turns to me and was like hey. just so you know i only came here because i like you. i fucking hate her

[geffenrecords]

an experience i often had with her when we were still friends is id meet a new person and talk to them and id mention that i was best friends with her in some way and theyd be like oh....well i fucking hate her for this thing she did to me once and id be like oh. im sure. and have to apologize for it. lol.

[letstripdotcom]

9:00am- matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: it took a while for you to get used to matt. he was hard to read and could come off as mean. once you got to know him you guys started to become friends. after a long night out matt falls asleep in your bed.

warnings: smut bc you already knowwww

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“y/n this is matt, matt this is y/n” my best friend nick explains. from what i heard, matt was a pretty cool person and i i was excited to meet him. “hey nice to meet you” i said cheerfully

“hey” he said flatly, giving me a flat smile. he walked off into the kitchen as nick and i got situated on the couch. that was rude. i thought to myself. matt definitely didn’t seem like the person nick had told me about.

after a while, matt had got situated on the couch with us and helped us pick out a movie. once we finally decided on a movie we all liked, we turned of the lights and got comfortable. matt sat on the other end of the couch and i cuddled up next to nick.

after the movie ended we were all hungry. we eventually decided on ihop, since it was the only thing open at this hour of the night. “i’ll drive.” i offered, getting my keys off the hook.

when we got to ihop i found myself trying to make small talk with matt, trying to see the side of him his triplet brothers saw. i eventually gave up on the conversation, feeling it was very one sided. we ate our food in almost pure silence, then left.

“i’m tired so i’m gonna head home. goodnight guys.” i said as we pulled into the driveway. i dropped the boys off and drove home. the whole drive all i could think about was the way matt acted. he definitely wasn’t the sweet guy i heard about.

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i hung around matt more often, trying to figure him out, but almost seemed impossible. when i would go somewhere with him and his brothers, he would sit quietly and let them do the talking. conversations with him were almost impossible, because he would try to cut them as short as possible

one day i’m particular, you felt like you needed to know more about matt, and why acted the way he did towards you. you thought out what you were gonna say as you sat on the triplets couch.

“hey matt can we talk for a sec?” you whispered, trying to not be a distraction from the movie that was currently playing. “uh- yeah- i- sure” he stuttered, being caught off by your question. you guys got up and went into the kitchen.

you sighed, and decided to just rip off the bandaid. “is there a reason you don’t like me, or…?” you spoke. “what?” he asked. “i don’t know nick just tells me how sweet you are and all so i just get the feeling you don’t like me” he soaked in my words.

“i don’t not like you, it’s just hard” he paused “ you know, meeting new people, it’s hard to- i don’t know” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “sorry” he muttered.

“hey no it’s okay” i said reassuringly. “i didn’t mean to come at you like that. i guess i was just upset.” he smiled at me softly. “you’re cool, y/n and i would like to be your friend.” “yeah of course” i said semi-cheerfully. we went back to the couch and continued the movie.

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after that day me and matt became much closer. we talked more often and we found out we actually had a lot in common. we both liked to read and write. we had the same music taste, and we disliked the same people.

one night, me and the triplets sat out by my pool and just talked. hours passed as we changed subjects, talking about life, friends, dreams, and anything you could imagine. “ok ladies i’m going to bed.” nick announced.

shortly after, chris got up too. “i actually have somewhere to be, so see you never” neither of us questioned where he might be going at three in the morning, and we continued our conversation.

“hey i’m hungry, wanna hit up ihop?” matt asked. “i’m so glad you said something because i’m starving.” we got in matt’s car and made the drive towards the restaurant. the whole way there was a blast. we blared music through the speakers and laughed about whatever.

we sat in the empty ihop for about an hour, laughing at the dumbest things before we decided the employees were tired of us. we went out to matt’s car and talked for another hour and a half in the ihop parking lot. we eventually got tired and drove back to mine.

we went up to my room, walking quietly past where nick was sleeping in the living room. “wow chris has been gone for a while” i pointed out. “yeah” matt sighed. we talked some more, the time now almost 6 in the morning. i looked at my phone then i looked over at matt who was passed out in my bed. i didn’t bother to move him so i just closed my eyes and went to bed.

at about 7 in the morning i woke up to feel matt’s arms snaked around my waist. i felt a strong sense of comfort like this, but his breathing on my neck made me slightly nervous.

without knowing i fell back asleep, and woke up at around 9, matt’s arms still around me. this time something was a little strange. i adjusted my position slightly, making me feel matt’s hard on. fuck. i sighed trying to go back to sleep and ignore it, but i could tell matt started to wake up.

“you okay matt?” i muttered, half asleep. he groaned and started to grind his hips into my ass, turning me on a little. “fuck y/n please” he whined. “please what?” i teased.

“m’ so hard” he whined “i need you” he placed his hands on my hips and grinded into me harder. “fuckkk feels so good” he whined. even tho i could probably get off to the sounds he was making alone, i decided to do something more.

i turned over, and pulled away, making him whine at the loss of contact. he looked at me with desperate eyes. “do you trust me?” i asked. “mhmm” he nodded frantically.

i threw one leg over him to where i was sitting on his lap. i pulled down his pants and boxers, just enough to release his dick. i took it in my hand and gave it a good squeeze, making him moan. i pumped it up and down a few times.

i then stood up and discarded of the clothes on my bottom half. i sat back down to the position i was in before. i rubbed him up and down my folds. he whined desperately under me. “let me fuck you” he pleaded.

“okay” i said, turning over as we switched positions. he was now on top as i lied under him. he placed sloppy kisses on my collar bone and chest.

he reached down and his thumb came in contact with my clit. he rubbed to slowly in circles. i moaned and threw my head back into the bed. he hit the sweet spot, making me squirm. when he noticed my actions, he rubbed that spot repeatedly til i came.

“fuck so pretty” he sighed, removing my shirt and bra. “ i wanna see all of you when i’m fucking you” he smirked.

without warning, he started to push into me. he gave me time to adjust before ramming into me forcefuly “fuck mattt, someone’s needy” i joked. he didn’t reply and just continued fucking into me.

he got so deep at one point that you can see it poking my stomach. “fuck matt just like that” i yelled, disregarding everyone sleeping downstairs. i gripped his back with my nails, slightly drawing blood.

“fuckkk- feels s-so good. i can feel you clenching pretty girl” he groaned “taking me so well.” i could hear his words forever. he looked down seeing my fucked out expression. “you doing okay baby?” i tried to come up words to answer his question. “mhmmm” is all i could say. he smiled at me and tucked a loose hair behind my hair.

he thrusted a few more times before i reached my orgasm. i breathed heavily, and raked my nails dow on his back, leaving bloody scratches all the way down. “cumming matt f-fuck” i managed to say as i came.

his orgasm wasn’t far behind. his thrusts started to become more sloppy. he whined and his face twisted as he came inside of me. he pulled out, the both of us breathing heavy. “good morning” he smiled. i rolled my eyes and laughed. “sorry bout your back”

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a/n- the end sucks but i liked the majority of it😍

[saintsir4n]

CALM DOWN

in which brian gets mad!

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“Hey! Hey! Back off — Vince outside, put down the vase, you’re not breakin’ shit in my house. Brian go upstairs, Summer you go with him, clean those bruised hands,” Dom’s voice carried through the living room that was practically turned on its head. One small conversation turned into a big argument and then it eventually got physical. “What did I say? No fighting on Sundays. It’s a day for family and you two do the exact opposite, so now everyone cool off until dinner's ready.”

Vince scoffed, his glare never left Brian’s retreating figure until Leon and Jesse pushed him outside. Letty followed Dom, deciding to help him with the rest of the food prep, whilst Mia and KeKe helped pick up anything broken to toss in the trash.

Carson rolled her eyes as she joined Brian in the upstairs bathroom. Her dress would’ve gotten ruined if she hadn’t moved away from her boyfriend who had tussled with Vince until Dom got involved and pulled them apart with Jesse and Leon’s help.

Brian was against the sink, watching as she pulled out the first aid kit in silence, brows pinching together when she didn’t say anything to him, and just sighed to herself.

“You’re gonna give me the silent treatment, really?” He exacerbated, as she pulled out bandaids, cotton pads and hydrogen peroxide.

“Just stop movin’,” she muttered when she got him to wash his hands.

“He insults us and I get the cold shoulder? I don’t believe this, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

She frowned, “There are no sides Brian, and drop that base from your voice, I’m not the problem here.”

He laughed in disbelief, “Oh, and I am?”

“I never said that," she sighed, trying to wipe the cuts as he winced at the pain.

“You’re not denying it," Brian stressed, annoyed that she didn't have a problem with it.

“You didn’t have to react," Carson hated violence and her boyfriend seemed to be constantly around it.

He scoffed, “So I’m just supposed to take his shit.”

“I never said that either," she retorted, "Hold still." Brian cursed when the hydrogen peroxide coursed over his open wounds, "Sorry."

“Then what are you sayin’? ‘Cause to me it just sounds like you think I’m in the wrong," he gritted out, body digging into the sink as he felt some pain. "That I’m the issue, and I should just sit back and let guys like Vince walk all over me.”

She rose a brow, “Guys like Vince?”

He rolled his eyes, “Here we go.”

“Here we go what?” She looked at him, seeing how heated he was getting about this.

“You’re focusin’ on that, really?”

“He’s my family so watch how you talk about him," she exclaimed.

“I’m your boyfriend and you’re actin’ like that don’t mean nothin’”

“You know that’s not true," her shoulders slumped. "You mean so much to me. Brian, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“You know you do.” She paused, pulling out a large bandage and cut it in half, “It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“You didn’t have to punch him," she stressed, applying some cream before wrapping his wounds.

“Yes, I did," he groaned, as she took a step back, “We hold hands and it’s a problem, we smile at each other it’s a problem, You sit on my lap and we kiss suddenly he can’t take it anymore and makes digs. If it’s at me I get it, he hates me, but the second he calls you naive, or an idiot, I'm not gonna sit back and do nothin'."

"Well I can see that," Carson gestured to his sore hands, "and I'm not some pushover, I can handle Vince, I'm just tired of the drama."

"He's the drama," he said, calmer.

"Says the guy with bloody fists," she teased, putting away the first aid kit and coming to stand between his legs.

"Well, they match his busted lip."

She couldn't help but laugh, "I appreciate you defending me, I do."

"I'll always defend you, you know that," Brian wouldn't let any harm come to her, even if it was just stupid words.

"But you need to keep that temper under control, you could've ripped my dress."

"Let me see," he cooed, trailing his hand down to the hem, "Sorry baby."

"Yeah I know, it's fine just calm down sometimes," she pleaded, with a pout.

"I'll calm down when he learns that I can kiss you whenever I want," Brian said, sternly, snaking his arms around her waist, "touch you, take you out and he can't do a damn thing because we're together alright? or I'll start thinkin' he's actin' more like a jealous ex and less like a brother."

"Alright, alright, you’re all cleaned up," she gently patted his chest, "lets go."

"Wait, wait, wait, let me kiss you, before we go down stairs, couldn't wanna get interrupted again would we?"

Carson laughed into the kiss.

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[harrywavycurly]

Trouble Next Door Part 28: Trust

Masterlist: Here

TW: Mentions of divorce and cheating

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A/N: Reminder this takes place as soon as Eddie gets home in part 27! There’s only two parts left and I just wanna say thank yall for being so amazing and showing so much love to this series also lowkey this kinda sorta made me wanna cry so…enjoy✨

“Oh look who decided to finally show up…” “uh hey Jim…I thought you’d be inside…uhm I’m uh kinda already running late as you…clearly already know so can we uhm maybe do this some other-” “I needed a smoke…but I think it’s best if we just get it over with now ya know? Just rip the bandaid off kinda thing.” “You’re not…carrying…are you?” “Jesus Eddie no I’m not carrying…I’m off duty tonight.” “Good..that’s good so uhm..what’s uh…what’s up?” “Relax kid okay?…I just want you to explain to me what’s going on here.” “Uhm well…I uh..I’m dating…her.” “Okay and?” “And…I love her.” “What else?” “What do you…mean?” “You love her…that’s great and all but why should that make me want to let you anywhere near her?” “I won’t hurt her Jim….you know me..I’m not like him.” “She’s been through hell Eddie…between the cheating and the actual process of getting a divorce she’s…she’s fragile right now and I won’t see her go through anything like that again do you understand?” “Yes sir…I understand…but come on…it’s me…I’ve loved her for pretty much as long as I’ve known her…I’m not going to do anything to make her regret loving me.” “I trust you Eddie…but if you make her upset for any reason���Wayne won’t be able to save you from me…you got that?” “Got it…can I uhm go…inside now?” “One more thing…those guys that she asked out…why’d they tell her no? Was that you or do I need to go kick some asses?” “I swear I didn’t tell them to say no…uhm they just…kinda didn’t want to get in the way…of her and I so they uh tried to turn her down…gently.” “Oh…that makes sense…everyone in this town has kinda been waiting for the two of you to get together.” “Well sorry to keep the whole town waiting…” “speaking of waiting..go on inside…she’s been a mess thinking you’d changed your mind about tonight…it’s your first time being together in-front of the group right?” “Yeah…we are kinda using this as an excuse to just let everyone know…we’re together now.” “I’m sure they’ll be happy for you two…now seriously go inside..oh and send Wayne out with ya? I owe him a smoke.” “Yeah I’ll send him out…” “and Eddie…I’m happy you two finally found your way to each other.” “Thanks Jim…I’m happy we did too.”

[ladykissingfish]

*Kakuzu wakes up in bed, feeling disoriented and groggy*

Kakuzu: What the — *groans and touches his forehead, where he discovers a cloth bandage* What the hell is this?

*Hidan walks into the room with a tray*

Hidan: Holy shit … you’re awake!

Kakuzu: H-Hidan? What happened? Why do I feel so strange?

Hidan: First of all, lay back down, old bastard. You ain’t been very well. You don’t remember what happened when we came back from that mission?

Kakuzu: No?

Hidan: *sets down the tray and kneels on the floor by Kakuzu’s pallet, sighing*

Hidan: We came back, and I told you that your skin was like, turning fuckin’ green. You said it was fine and that you just needed a bath. You got through the doorway, and out of no where you just passed out. Your big stupid head hit that table in the hall, that’s why you got a bandaid. Seriously ‘Kuzu you need to lose some weight, it took four of us to drag your ass in here! You —

Kakuzu: *closing his eyes* Just get to the point, brat.

Hidan: Anyways, puppet-dick looked at ya and took some blood and shit and he said you were poisoned. Probably that guy who gave us the bread when you dropped your bounty off to him. I TOLD you that fucker looked like a shitty asshole! That’s why I didn’t eat MY bread, but your cheap ass blows a fuse about “wasting food” and —

Kakuzu: Hidan.

Hidan: Right. So puppet-dick made ya some kinda antidote but he said it’d make you sleep for a while, til your body got rid of the fever or something. You been in here, being a pain in the ass, for almost a week.

Kakuzu, muttering: I’ve been out a week? Good lord … wait. These aren’t the clothes I was wearing before, right? Did you … did you change me?

Hidan, blushing and scowling: It ain’t a big deal, bastard. I’ve just been giving you little washings and I changed your dirty-ass clothes. So what?

Kakuzu: *looks at the tray and sees it contains a bowl of broth*

Kakuzu: Have … you been feeding me, as well?

Hidan:  … What? I was supposed to just let your dumbass starve to death?

Kakuzu: *is momentarily stunned silent at the implication that HIDAN has been taking care of him*

Kakuzu, managing to sit up and clearing his throat: That looks really good, and I’m hungry. My arms still feel a little weak; can you help me?

Hidan, blushing harder than ever: Y-yeah. I mean I guess since you’re old and weak I have no choice. *dishes up a spoonful of broth* Open wide, bastard.

*Hidan feeds Kakuzu quietly for a while*

Kakuzu, smiling: This is good. Konan is a fine cook.

Hidan: Tsk; I made this, asshole.

Kakuzu, surprised: You did? On your own?

Hidan: You say that like I’m stupid or something. Yeah, on my own. I made a roast and then strained it and added cream so that you could swallow. If there’s any left, when ya get better we can eat the actual meat. You —

Kakuzu: *reaches out and pulls Hidan into his arms, cradling him against his chest*

Hidan: O-Oi! Hey! Let go of me, old man!

Kakuzu: *ignores Hidan and kisses the top of his head* I love you, you insufferable brat.

Hidan: *smirks and allows himself to relax in Kakuzu’s arms* Love you too, you shitty old bastard.

Kakuzu: I’m a shitty bastard, eh? Well you know what? Your God is fake and your beliefs are garbage.

Hidan: Your money won’t last and your greed will send you to burn in hell for all eternity.

Kakuzu, pulling off Hidan’s shirt: Burn with me.

*the two start making out in-between trading more cutting insults*

Deidara, coming into the room with medicine sent from Sasori: God damn what the fuck is wrong with you two, hm?!

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 4

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

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Warning!!

>Blood

>fainting (again ik)

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Superman was flying right beside the bat jet, fully in thought when the comm in his ear beeps.

"She left you a voice message, you know." Batman says sitting comfortably in the cockpit of the jet.

Superman smiles a little with his fists stretched out in front of him, per usual.

"Did you listen to it?"

"Of course, she could've been contacting another villain."

Superman rolls his eyes. "She's not a villain! Why do you always have to be so suspicious!"

Batman turns his head slowly and Clark didn't have to use x ray vision to see Batman's eye roll.

"You know what! Nevermind, play the message."

The light banter between him and Batman brings little smile to his face before he straightens up and listens to the voice message.

(Voice message Y/n recorded in Part 3)

Clark smiles hearing the nickname 'Glasses' then hears a little chuckle from batman.

He looks back to see batman totally straight-faced and not having moved since the last time he looked.

"I have super hearing remember?"

Batman presses his lips together, a little embarrassed getting caught laughing, before quickly starting the jets decent.

"We're here."

Superman snorts before following behind, and the jet finally landing on a small decserted island.

Once their both firmly on the ground, Batman confidently walks into the jungle.

"Who exactly is our lead? We're really far off from Gotham right now, there's no way any bad guys are around here."

Batman shakes his head, pushing a few leaves out of the way.

"I wouldn't call them bad guys, more like, reformed, thanks to my help-"

Making a quick side step, Batman avoids a vine charging right at him that superman effortlessly catches with his hand. Only after he grabbed it a red and black hammer is swung against the back of his head and breaks into hundreds of little woodchips.

"Hey! That was my favorite hammer!" a girl walks out from the bushes. Harley Quinn! Dressed in casual clothes but hair still tied into two ponytails.

"You should've warned me you'd be coming Batman!" Ivy, also wearing casual clothes stepped out of the bushes and yanks the vine out of Superman's hands.

"I sent a communication through hours ago, you should've gotten it by now."

Ivy's eyes slowly slide over to Harley, who giggles innocently.

"Red! Baby, did I mention Bat's is gonna swing by?"

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Y/n was slumped down on the floor right where Batman and Superman left her. Her fist was clutched shut tightly with blood leaking from between her fingers.

"Why is my hand bleeding? Why can my blood burn things?!"

Her heart beats quickly but she quickly takes deep breaths in through her nose then out.

"Ok, ok! Calm down, it's probably fine! Just bandage it up!"

She shakily pushes herself back up to stand. She slipped suddenly and almost sent herself flying over the railing and into the cave rocks below.

She growls and hits her head with her free hand.

"C'mon Y/n! Pull yourself together!"

She quickly runs to the medical cabinet, grabbing a hand full of bandaid and wrapping her bloodied hand quickly.

Once it was neatly and tightly wrapped up, Y/n felt herself breath again, until the bandages drop from her hand as the blood melted through the cotton material.

Y/n growls and squeezes her first shut again. She looked around for anything she was able to use to keep her blood frop dripping holes into the ground.

"Computer! Is there any way you could contact Batman right now?!"

The computer beeps once before it's voice echoes though the Bat-cave.

"I'm currently unable to reach him due to comm's being out of range. I will alert him as soon as he's back in range. Is there anything I can help with?"

Y/n scrunches her nose before stomping her foot on the ground in frustration.

"UGH! Shit!"

She looks back down at her hand before getting a small idea.

"I-I need something indestructible! The Bat's gotta have something like that here!"

The computer takes a moment before it makes a accepted sound.

From one of cases where Batman's suits are displayed, a door opens to a suit that looks close to all the others with the exception of bits of a golden metal embedded in it.

"This suit is made of Nth Metal. A metal that is used by Hawkman and others of his kind, nearly indestructible."

Y/n bites her lip and takes hold of the chest plate before yanking it off the mannequin.

"Sorry Batman!"

Feeling a bit of relief she looks around before spotting a notebook and pen.

After a few moments she's comfortably sat against a wall on the ground with her hand resting in the chest plate letting her blood drip from her palm into the chest plate like a bowl.

The notebook was resting on her leg as she scribbled down notes. Perfectly content and distracting herself with small doodles and notes.

"I really hope Batman and superman get here fast!"

She mumbles before leaning back and looking up at the roof.

"Clark, I really need you right now."

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Back in the jungle, Batman and superman were sat up in Harley and Ivy's small tree house.

The house walls made from vines and wooden floors, of course mixed in with some solar panels for electricity for Harley.

"This girl, she's got my Toxin in her blood? And she hasn't died? That's not possible, her organs should've melted from its acids by now."

Batman spots a visible flinch from Superman before quickly adding,

"Well, they haven't, we believe that the Joker venom and Scarecrow toxin have something to do with that. Was there anyone on the island recently?"

Harley was sitting next to Ivy playing with her hair when she chimed in.

"Well, There might've been some nasty looken guys on the island a few nights ago."

Harley pouts and looks up at Batman.

"They grabbed some of the Hogweed on the far side of the island, one of the plants carrying Ivy's toxin."

Superman growls before yelling,

"And you let them?!"

"Of course not!" Ivy yells back.

"We killed alot of them, but one guy got away! With a very small amount of the toxin."

Batman lifts his forearm and types onto the small screen in his cuff.

"This means they didn't have enough to make more than 1 green vile. Their intended target was one person from the start."

Superman clenches his fists with a few small knuckle clicks.

"That night I went to the storage, there weren't any other viles, only the one I took straight to you. It was a trap intended to poison Batman."

Batman looks down thinking for a second before swiftly standing up.

"We need to get back to the Reporter, make sure there aren't any other Toxin's we missed!"

Superman agrees and they both walk to the exit together before hearing Harley's voice, stopping them for a second.

"If I know anything 'bout Mister J, it's that he never makes mistakes. And if he does, it's always included in the plan somehow."

Batman only nods back at her before using the grappling hook to swing down from the tree.

It was a few minutes away from the island when batman gets a notification in the bat jet.

"What is it?" Superman asks having heard the alert.

"It's the girl, she asked the computer to call for us about 2 hours ago."

Superman feels his heart skip a beat and without another word a sonic boom follows his speeding up.

Batman puts the jet into super-speed and follows quickly behind Superman.

Landing aggressively onto the floor of the bat cave he scans for any sight of Y/n. When he spots her sitting on the ground, the chest plate was almost overflowing with blood and Y/n was out cold. The note book she'd been writing in had fallen onto the floor beside her.

He speeds over to her and lifts her hand out of the pool of blood that had burned her sleeve and only slightly burned her skin.

"She's lost alot of blood!" Superman yells to batman when he puts her back down on the med bay bed.

Batman makes quick work of her hand when he uses a thicker bandage used for Super's to wrap her hand.

"Stupid girl! Get her linked to the monitors!" Even for Batman, he had a slight bit of worry entangled in the anger in his voice.

Superman takes a stick on heart rate monitor and placing it on her chest right beneath her collar bone.

"She needs blood, but no human blood is gonna save her now!" Batman declared.

Superman realized what Batman was suggesting and shakes his head quickly stepping back.

"No! We have no idea what my blood will do to her! We don't even know if my blood is Human compatible!"

"CLARK!" Batman yells aggressively grabbing Superman by the shoulders.

"She may not have a choice! Save her, Clark. I know what she means to you."

Superman clenches his teeth giving Y/n a small glance over batman's shoulder.

"Alright, but I don't know how she's gonna handle Superman giving her blood."

"Then don't be Superman."

[m0llygunn]

Strat and Jag (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

01 / 02 / 03 Summary: Feelings realized, theres only one thing left to do, and that one thing is Eddie...

Warnings: 18+!, smut, mature language, oral (male and female receiving), p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, petnames, light angst, virginity loss, fumbly first time sex. Authors note: this is part 3! i have a few slice of life chapters after this but this is basically the end of the plot here. seeya! wc: 9k+

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Revival of the boy 

By the time you’re ready, you’re sure Hellfire wouldn’t be done yet, but you’re too antsy to just sit around. You figured if you walk to the trailer park, you should be there by the time Eddie comes home. 

Packaging up some of your desserts made out of pure nerves and stress, you set out a foot towards Forest Hills Trailer Park, and you don’t dare let yourself think about any of the outcomes. You would think yourself sick if you did. 

When you got there, it was still a little early for him to be back. You have a key, but it doesn’t feel right to let yourself in, given the circumstances. Wayne usually works overnight on Fridays and he’s not here either, so you sit on the stairs with your container of chocolate chip cookies in your lap while the sun disappears behind the horizon. 

It’s only another 15 minutes before you hear the rumbling of his van. And you swear it’s louder than it’s ever been until you realize that it’s your heart pounding in your chest, your ears roaring in nervousness. 

Fuck. 

You can’t even look up to see if Eddie spots you as he parks beside the trailer. Obviously he does, you’re on the stairs, but you are so… you can’t breathe. You can’t fucking breathe. Holy shit. Harrington was fucking right. Whatever the hell he said absolutely annihilated the dam that was holding back these feelings because with Eddie approaching you, your stomach is swirling, your heart is beating so fast you swear it could explode, and your lungs feel battered, breath stolen by the man who now stands before you. 

“Hi.” You whisper when you finally work up the courage to look at him. Your heart sinks when you see how sad he looks. 

“Hey, Strat.” He says, flashing you a sad smile. 

“I- I brought you more um…” You trail off, suddenly forgetting what you even baked. You opt for pushing the container into his hands, standing up from the stairs. “These things.” You say, giving up on finding the right words.

“Cookies?” Eddie asks with a small forced smile as he pops the lid open to look.

“Mhm.” You hum, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. 

“Do… you want to come in?” Eddie asks tentatively.

“Yeah.” You agree quietly. 

You turn, walking up the steps with Eddie behind you. Stepping to the side, he unlocks the door, motioning for you to go in first. As you walk in, his fingertips brush your side.

Butterflies. Butterflies. Butterflies. 

You walk into the trailer. A place you’ve spent just as much time in as your own home, but suddenly, it’s so different. Suddenly, it’s nerve racking, and it makes you feel hot all over, and tingly, and absolutely ridden with butterflies. 

You stand in his living room, feeling lost, not knowing what to do with yourself. Usually you’d high tail it to Eddie’s room, throwing yourself on his bed, but you don’t this time. 

Eddie shuts the door before turning to you, looking nervous.

“Might as well sit. No point in me crying standing up.” He mumbles, voice barely audible. 

“You crying?” You say confusedly.

“Yeah. You’re about to let me down, right? We’re just friends?” He huffs, as he sits in a corner of the couch. He’s presenting a sense of indifference but you know that’s just what he does when something is really getting to him and it makes your stomach sink. 

You stand frozen in the middle of the living room. That’s what he thinks you’re here for?

“Listen, Strat. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been saying that shit, especially not with the guys. I get it. Just, can you rip it off like a bandaid, please.” He says, sitting up on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees as he drops his head in his hands. You don’t miss the way his voice shakes or the way his eyes glisten and it breaks your heart.

You slowly make your way to the couch, afraid that if Eddie looks up at you, you’ll lose any semblance of confidence. 

The truth is, you’re so fucking scared. You’re sure about your feelings, but… this is so new for you. You're terrified. 

You push the discarded container of cookies onto the other end of the couch and you sit in the middle, next to Eddie. Eddie shuffles but doesn’t lift his head.

“Fuck. I don’t know how I’m gonna do this, Strat. One week without you and I… I- I can’t go the rest of my life without you.” He’s crying. His voice is wavering and wet, and he’s crying real, deep sobs for you. “T-tell me I didn’t fuck this up, we can still be friend right?” He cries, body shaking next to you. 

“Eddie.” You say softly, letting your hand find his back. It’s not the first time you’ve seen him cry, but this time breaks your heart the worst because you did it. These are tears for you. You made them.

“I’m so fucking s-sorry.” He says, breath hitching as he tries to soften his crying.

“Eddie. No. I-I’m… I-I—“ You start stuttering not knowing how to say what you want to say.

Eddie’s body quivers next to you. Under your hand you feel his back raising and falling in harsh, rapid breaths, but you can’t find the words. You don’t know how to say it. You don’t know how to revive Eddie from this. You feel like you’re drowning with him. Stuck in the middle of the ocean, the two of you, no help in sight. 

Eddie’s shaking pauses, and his voice comes out small.

“We can’t be friends can we?” 

And that’s what does it. It feels like the whole world stops spinning. 

No. He’s right. You can’t be friends, not any more. Not the way you have been friends. Friendship isn’t a possibility anymore. It breaks you entirely and suddenly you have nothing to lose. 

With all your force, you grab Eddie by his shoulders pulling him to face you. 

As you see his tear stained cheeks you feel your own eyes start to burn. You see his red rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks and you feel your heart in your throat.

You have nothing to lose, you remind yourself. And with that thought, you grab him by the cheeks pulling him into you, crashing your lips into his.

You're overzealous, harshly knocking teeth before pulling back enough to feel only the softness of his lips against yours. 

He’s unmoving, completely frozen while you move your lips against his. Just when you go to pull away, his hands meet your own cheeks, pulling you back. 

He kisses you. Kisses you until all of the air leaves your lungs and you go dizzy, spinning in a world where you only know Eddie. A world where all that matters is that you love Eddie. 

It’s like a breath of fresh air. A life jacket in the middle of the ocean finally keeping you a float. You’re not drowning anymore.

His lips are soft as they gently massage yours, working perfectly against you. 

Back when you were 10 and Eddie was 11, and he tried to practice french kissing on you, his tongue was harsh and pokey. This time, he’s gentle and the hands on your cheeks coax your mouth open, not that you would need much convincing. 

The comparison of 11 year old and 18 year old Eddie french kissing you makes you laugh, sputtering into the kiss, pulling away because you, without a doubt, just spit into his mouth. 

“What’s… what’s funny?” He says, timidly and unsure. You take a deep breath trying to compose your laughter.

“Just, last time you kissed me like that… do you remember?” You say looking up at him. He still looks unsure but you see a sparkle in his eyes as his lips turn up at the memory. 

“It was practice, okay?” He groans, the same attitude he had all those years ago rising to the surface. 

“Are you sure you just didn’t want to kiss me?” You say, grinning, still feeling the swirling dizziness in your head.

“I did. Always do.” He answers, his gaze falling to his lap, avoiding your eyes. You bring your hands back up to his cheeks, making him look at you. 

You pull him in for another kiss. A gentle kiss, tender and sweet, before you interrupt it with the harsh poke of your own tongue just like he did at 11. This time it’s his turn to pull away with a laugh. 

“How’s that for practice?” You laugh, heart exploding as you watch the corners of his eyes crease and his dimples set with his laughter.

“I think you need more practice.” He states teasingly, eyes fluttering over you. He brings his fingers to your face, tucking hair behind your ears and your stomach twists like you’re on a roller coaster. You swallow harshly before clearing your throat.

“Should we play spin the bottle then?” You say, hoping to make his smile stay as long as possible. 

“Fuck no. Remember, took me what? 25 spins for it to land on you.” 

“27.” You correct, smiling at the memory. Eddie’s eyes stare deeply into yours, and you feel yourself purposefully falling into the deep golden brown that invites you in. You dive in head first without a thought, wanting to be with him in every way possible.

Your hands had fallen to your knees somewhere between your laughter, but you need to touch him. Inching forward on the couch, you scoot until he’s in reach and you let your hands find his shirt, grabbing it, willing him to come closer. 

His eyes search yours and he complies. Knees knock harshly into each other as you both attempt to get closer, still sitting on the edge of the couch. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, quietly.

You nod your head, pulling him by the fabric of his shirt fisted in your hands.

“Please, Eddie.” You whisper, as his lips ghost over yours and that’s enough to get him to close the distance. 

Tender, gentle, sweet, Eddie. It’s not a harsh tongue jabbing into your mouth. It’s sweetness, and everything you didn’t know you were missing. It’s Eddie in a way you didn’t know you needed him.

Eddie’s hands respectfully stay on your cheeks, only dipping lower to hold you by the jaw as his mouth works against yours.

“Eddie.” You say against his lips, not bothering to pull away entirely. 

You need more of him. More you didn’t know you needed, but now that you know, you can’t go another day without. But first, you have something important to say. 

Eddie hums against your lips, lost in the kiss. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper before bringing your lips back to his but he pulls away entirely. 

“Sorry?” He says, eyes looking panicked.

“No-no. I’m sorry for this week. I was just confused. I- I’m not letting you down- actually it’s the opposite.” You say starting to ramble as you try to ease his worry. His eyes relax before shifting into a look of disbelief. 

“The opposite?” He says trying to hold back his smile. 

“Yeah. I just… want to say sorry first.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I do. I’m sorry. I was angry at first because… it’s stupid but I thought you were ruining our friendship on purpose but then I realized… I was angry because you could say the things I wouldn't let myself even think about. I lied to myself for a long time, made excuses, stupid, stupid excuses for my feelings. And then hearing you just admit it like that… made it really hard to keep making excuses, I guess.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie says, thumb rubbing your cheek.

“No! You don’t get to be sorry.” You say smiling.

“I kind of do. I should have just said it to you. That was an awful way for you to find out. Just… ‘I love you’ then dice thrown at your feet? So fucking stupid. Then I froze when I should have gone after you.” He says, squeezing his eyes shut as he relives the memory.

“I needed time anyways… and don’t kill me but… I talked to Steve about everything.” You say quietly. His eyes flash open and his jaw drops comically but the way his eyes twinkle, you know he’s not mad. Him and Steve are friends but they do have their disagreements here and there. If you asked them if they were friends though, they’d both say no and probably scoff at the idea. 

“Not Harrington.” He says with mirth. 

“I know! Just, everyone was kind of giving me the cold shoulder or like badgering me, and Steve… was actually really, really helpful.” You say, raising your own eyebrows to convey just how shocking that is, even to you. 

“Don’t tell me I have to thank Steve for you showing up here?” Eddie groans, smile still playing on his lips.

“I’m sorry! But if I didn’t talk to him, it probably would have taken me a few years to figure it out on my own.”

“I thought a week was bad, can’t imagine years of waiting for you.” Eddie laughs and your heart aches.

You pull him in for a quick peck before pulling away.

“Eddie, I love you.” You say finding his eyes. He looks at you once again in disbelief, eyes burrowing deep inside you to look for truth. “Like I really love you. As more… than a friend.” Eddie’s bottom lips jets out in a pout as he coos your name. His thumbs rub against your skin and you feel like you’re on the cusp of melting.

“I love you. More than a friend. I love you so much.” He whispers. Your stomach flips, fluttering ceaselessly, his words echo inside of you.

You love Eddie and he loves you.

You melt into him, finding his lips once more. Your bodies contort into one, him leaning back into the couch and you leaning forward into him, standing, and then bringing your knees to the couch, straddling him. 

His hands fall from your cheeks, pulling you to sit right in his lap and you relish in the butterflies as they become your new best friends.

Your hands snake around Eddie’s neck, laying your chest flat against his, fingers weaving into the curls at the back of his neck. 

His tongue works against yours, kiss turning heated, becoming a wet mess of tongue and teeth shared between the two of you.

“Eddie. Want you.” You mutter breathily as you pull away just enough to gasp for air, your lips reconnected immediately. Eddie groans into the kiss, hands gripping harshly on your hips, pulling you down into him. As he does this, you feel his length kick up, hardness starting to push against you. 

You testingly grind down into him and Eddie's mouth stops moving against yours, instead, his throat feeding a high pitched whine directly into your mouth, immediately leaving you hungry for more. 

You grind down again and Eddie’s mouth leaves yours in another whine, before he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, placing quick, chaste kisses. 

His hands start to guide you by the hips, pulling your lower belly closer to his and you push down again, feeling the denim of his jeans shifting against your clit, making you moan in response too. 

You continue the movement, feeling Eddie groan into the sensitive skin of your neck. With each shift, you feel your own heat pooling in your lower belly, and suddenly you’re chasing a high just within reach. 

You start moving faster and you don’t notice how Eddie’s hands stop guiding you. You don’t notice his heavy panting against your neck. You don’t notice the tenseness in his muscles against yours. You don’t notice any of it as you blindly chase your own release. Not until his hands grip you harshly. 

“Fuck. I’m so sorry but I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He rushes out, pulling your hips away from his before shifting and taking a deep breath. 

At the loss of contact you let out a whine but are quick to recover, shifting your weight to sit further back on his thighs.

“I have to tell you something.” He says, face turning bright red. “Remember I told you that I… hooked up with that girl before?”

“Yes?” You say, knowing where this is going.

“Well I lied.”

“I fucking knew it!” You say sitting up straighter, hitting Eddie on the chest. Eddie flushes, face turning red, ears turning a pretty shade of pink. “Eddie, it’s okay.” You say softly. “So… are you…?” He nods before you’re even done speaking.

“I… am a virgin.” He says sheepishly. 

“Well I am too. You didn’t have to lie or be embarrassed.” You smile.

“I know, I just thought you were gonna catch onto the fact that the only girl I wanted was you, so when you asked if I hooked up with that girl, I just kind of… went with it.” He says dipping his head exasperatedly before pulling back up to look at you. 

“You are so…” You trail off, grinning. “You are such a dork.” 

“But you love me?” He says smiling.

“That I do. Love you a lot actually.”

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to hearing that. I love you too, Strat.” He says, pulling you in for a kiss.

You want him more than ever and you’re starting to get impatient, so you break apart the kiss.

“Eddie, can we go to your room? I don’t think Wayne would want us fucking on the couch.” Eddie blushes deep red again, the cute tint expanding across his cheeks to the top of his nose. 

“Yeah. He wouldn’t like that.” He agrees, starting to stand, hiding his blush as he maneuvers up from the couch. When you go to step off him, his hands grasp your ass harshly, pulling you up with him, making a squeak erupt from your chest. You wrap your legs around his hips and he walks you back to his room, kicking the door open with his foot and shutting it just the same. 

He lowers you down to his mattress before dropping you with a bounce and settling next to you. You sit up, grabbing at his shirt, pulling the hem. He helps you pull it up, lifting it over his head. Your hands run down the front of his chest before settling at the buckle of his belt, eyes shifting to the fullness at the crotch of his jeans, clearly hard and begging to be released. 

You work at the belt before he takes over, quickly jiggling it undone. Pushing his hands away, you take over making him laugh. Undoing the rest of his pants, you bring your hands to the waistband, tugging them down before he starts to help you again. When they’re finally off, you grab at the band of his boxers but he stops you.

“You too. Don’t want to be naked by myself.” He says abashedly, making you laugh. 

Your hands find the hem of your shirt before he takes over, tugging it free from your body. His eyes nervously meet yours and you nod giving him permission to look. His eyes roam your exposed torso, chest still covered but his eyes glue onto the spilling tops of your breasts. 

“Want me to take it off?” You ask quietly. He nods but then shakes his head, quickly bringing his own arms around your body, fumbling with the closure. Slowly but surely he gets it undone, pulling away to watch as the material slips from your front, exposing your bare chest.

“You are so perfect.” He awes. His eyes drink you in hungrily. “Can I touch you?” He asks, his eyes flickering up to yours.

“Yes.”

He raises his hands and you don’t miss the tremor, in fact, you appreciate its presence because it means he’s just as nervous as you are.

His warm palms connect with your skin, with a gentle touch. He drags his hands down, his fingers passing over your nipples making you gasp. He looks up at you and you nod letting him know it was good.

More confidently this time, he rubs upward on your breasts, massaging them. He visibly pauses when he doesn’t get the same response from you and you can practically see his thoughts as he tries to figure out how to get you to make that sound again. Pulling his palms away, he lets his fingers ghost over just your nipples. When he pinches one gently, you exhale sharply, mewl spilling from your lips and he smiles.

“Can I use my mouth?” He asks, fingers continuing to pinch and roll your nipples. 

“Uh-huh. Want you to.” You say between gasps. With your permission, Eddie dives forward, lips pressing around your right nipple, tongue poking out to swirl around it. You gasp, chest sinking and Eddie follows you before guiding you to lay down against the pillow. 

“That feels really good.” You say and he moves to pay attention to your left nipple.

“Yeah? Making lots of pretty sounds.” He says before attaching his lips to you. 

Your hands find the back of his head tugging his hair with every swirl of his tongue that sends shivers through your body. His hand trails down your stomach, stopping at the button of your jeans. 

“Please” You whine, begging for more. Eddie groans against you, the vibrations making you whimper. 

In a swift motion, he undoes the button before pulling away to take off your pants. 

“This okay?” He asks, lowering the zipper, hands waiting at the waist of your jeans.

“Please.” You whine again, bringing your own hands to your chest, trying to recreate what he was doing but failing miserably. Eddie catches sight of you fondling your own breasts and gets distracted. “Eddie.” 

“Sorry. You’re just so fucking beautiful. Fuck.” He groans, tearing his eyes away from your chest. Refocusing on his task. 

He tugs your pants down, leaving you in your panties. He pauses and you can tell he’s mulling something over in his head.

“Can I try something?” He asks, fingers tickling your hips as he trails over the lace of your panties. 

“Sounds scary.” You joke, smiling.

“No- just, want to eat you out. But, never done it before so…” he says, shrugging as his nervousness appears. 

You swallow, contemplating.

“I don’t have to, but I want to try. And I know I’m gonna cum in 2 minutes and I want you to feel good too.” He says and it makes your heart squeeze at his sentiment.

“You can try but nobody’s ever done it to me before so I don’t know what you're supposed to do either.” You say smiling at him, which he returns. 

“Can I?” He grins, tugging at the elastic of your panties before letting it snap it back against your skin.

“Ow, dick.” You say, even though it didn’t hurt. You don’t grant him a response instead you reach down, pulling at them yourself. 

“Sorry, baby. Let me.” He says taking over. You heart fucking stops at his pet name. You’re always sweetheart, princess, darling, m’lady… a million other stupid names, but never baby. 

You're caught in such a stump just by his words you don’t even realize he’s pulled off your underwear and is busy taking the sight of your pussy, but when you do, you squeeze your legs closed feeling embarrassed. 

“No, no, baby. You’re so pretty. So perfect. Wanna see you.” He says, hands placed on your knees, not pulling your legs open just yet. “Wanna make you feel good. Gotta see you to do that.” He says, letting his thumbs stroke your kneecaps. 

You exhale deeply before letting your legs fall open again. 

“Fuck, look at you. Been dreaming of this.” Eddie groans.

“Dreaming?” You giggle. 

“Oh yeah. Always had you keeping me up at night.” He mumbles, letting his hands rub higher on your thighs. “But you’re more perfect than I ever imagined. Look at you, all wet and glossy.” You lift your head, trying to see what he sees and he’s not wrong, your inner thighs are glistening from squeezing your thighs together, skin looking slick and shimmery between your legs. 

“Touch me, Eddie.” You whisper, starting to feel impatient again.

He brings one hand to you, letting his thumb push between your folds. As he glides down, the pad of his finger brushes over your clit making you jump. He looks up at you, gauging your response before he does it again, softer this time, making you moan out.

Keeping your button under his thumb, making small circles, he shifts on the bed, lowering himself so his face is right in your cunt. 

The speed of his thumb increases and you throw your head back against the pillow squeezing your eyes shut at the pleasure. 

It abruptly stops before you're greeted with a much wetter, hotter feeling against you, swirling around your clit before sucking. You shoot your eyes open to see Eddie watching you with dark eyes from between your thighs. 

“F-fuck.” You stutter when he sucks harshly. 

“That good, baby?” He mumbles into you, not bothering to pull his mouth away from you. 

“Uh-huh. Really good, Eddie.” You say, almost surprised. 

You whine as he stops the swirling to lick a stripe up your core. His mouth lowers, tongue finding your hole and you hold your breath, unsure of the feeling until you feel his nose hit your clit, making your hips stutter. As they do, his tongue pushes in and out of you making you gasp, sucking in a breath. 

“Again please.” You say. He lets his tongue fuck into you but it’s not as good. Without saying anything you bring your hand down, fingers finding your clit. 

“Uh-uh. Tell me what you want, baby.” He says grabbing your hand. “Want to make you feel good. Need to tell me what you want so I know.” He says, consoling your whine. 

“Want you to rub my clit too.” You whisper, trying not to be embarrassed. 

“Good girl.” He says, before bringing his thumb back to you. You feel yourself clench at the words, feeling hotter under his praise. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything but he gives you exactly what you asked for. 

He lets his tongue slip in and out of your while his thumb works against you making you moan and whimper. 

“Want, want your tongue on-” You say, cutting off your own words with a gasp as his thumb starts to move quicker. 

“Want my tongue where, baby?”

“Clit. Please.”

“That’s a good girl.” He chides, grinning up at you as he shifts upwards. The sound that comes from your mouth is close to a cry and completely unwarranted because he’s not even touching you. 

“Like being my good girl?” Eddie asks cockily, laughing softly.

You almost want to flick him in the head but you can’t when his tongue connects with you again, sucking and lapping at you.

“Hmm? Are you my good girl?” He asks again.

“Y-yes. L-like being your good g-girl.” You say, hips starting to stutter and breath turning to pants.

“Gonna use my fingers too, is that okay?” He asks, pausing for your answer.

“Good, please, fingers.” You say squirming against the mattress for friction. 

You feel his fingers run along your slit, gather wetness before one rests at your entrance. Sinking it in, he goes slow, bringing his mouth back to your clit at the same time. Once it’s fully inside you, he pulls back out, pushing in quicker. Although his finger is thicker than your own, one isn’t enough.

“More. Two.” You gasp, hoping he’ll understand your broken message. 

He pulls out before introducing a second. This time, you feel a nice stretch that makes you grind your hips down into the mattress. Once he’s got them both into the knuckle, he shifts on the mattress, getting comfortable, but as he does, his fingers wiggle inside you, brushing a spot that feels absolutely divine, a spot you’ve never been able to reach on your own. As quickly as you feel it, it’s gone.

“Eddie. Do that again.” You say, breathiness put on pause at his accidental discovery. 

“Do… what.” He says, confused since all he did was shift so he was laying flat on his stomach.

“You, like, wiggled.” You say showing him your own hand trying to demonstrate what it felt like. At your guidance he does it again and there it is, making your hips stutter.

“Oh.” Eddie says, sounding bewildered at how that one little movement causes waves in your body. He does it again this time focusing on the one area, and you gasp.

“Yeah. Right there.” You cry.

He does it again, this time exploratory, dragging his fingers out just enough to push them back in, keeping the curve in his fingers to find that spot. 

“Y-yes. Again.” You whimper.

He continues this, a few more times watching your body arch and writhe at the little movement, until he brings his mouth back to you licking up and down on your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Your breathing turns heavy quickly and you start to feel like you're burning. Panting, your hands search for any purchase on Eddie, landing on his head. Fingers intertwining in his hair, you cry out moans as your belly grows impossible tight. He groans against you as you accidentally pull his hair, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure. 

“You’re getting really tight.” He mumbles against you. 

“G-gonna. Gonna cum, Eddie.” You cry.

“Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl. C’mon, doing so good.” He coaxes lowly.

You let go. Squeezing your eyes shut, you feel waves of ecstasy wash over you, seas of desire flooding over you, pent up oceans setting their tides free. 

Your head goes dizzy in your euphoric daze, galaxies appearing against your eyelids. Just when you think you’re lost in the pleasure you hear Eddie’s voice.

“That’s it, beautiful girl. Doing so good for me.” And you follow his voice, letting him guide you back to earth. 

Your hips are still stuttering at his movements, now feeling over sensitive.

“G-good. T-too much.” You stutter but Eddie gets the message, slowing his movements before pulling his fingers from you. Opening your eyes you watch him scissor his fingers in the air, eyes wide as he watches your slick stretch between them. Eddie catches your gaze before wiping his fingers on his boxers.

“That was so fucking hot, holy shit.” He says excitedly, eyes turning wide. “I want to do that so many more times. That was… you’re incredible.” He awes. 

“Was really good for me too, Eds.” You say, still catching your breath. You use your remaining energy to reach forward, coaxing him to come to you. When he gets closer, your fingers rest at the waistband of his boxers.

“Oh. I um-“ He says embarrassedly and suddenly you notice the wet patch on his boxers. The material still tents around him slightly, but the wet patch is unmistakable.

“You came?” You ask.

“Well, that was just really hot a-and I got carried away but if you give me a minute I’m already half hard again.” He says quickly, words rushing out. 

“Eddie, it’s okay. But if you want to keep going… I can help?” You offer, eyes motioning down to the semi tent in his boxers. He perks up before visibly trying to hide his excitement. 

“Only if you want to.” He says shyly. 

“I want to.” You smile at him before lifting yourself from the bed. “Okay, pretty boy. You lay here now and I’ll make you feel good.”

“You think I’m a pretty boy? Eddie laughs, complying with you as you position him how you want him.

“Eddie, I think you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever met. Handsome. Gorgeous. Hot. All of the attractive synonyms.” You laugh and Eddie’s cheek flush once again. “Let’s get these sticky things off you, huh?” You say winking at him, fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers. “That okay, big boy?” You tease. He does look big though, not that you have anything to compare him to. 

Eddie clears his throat before hands reach for his boxers but you stop him with a tut. 

“Nuh-uh. Tell me what you want, baby. You want these off?” You say, teasing him with the same tone he used. Even though it’s a tease, he goes rigid beneath you, nodding dumbly. 

“Want these off, please.” He replies.

“Aw please? So polite of you to say please right before I’m about to suck your dick.” You say keeping the same tone. With your eyes on the waistband as you work the boxers down, you physically see his cock kick up at your words and he’s now longer half hard, he’s fully hard. 

He lifts his hips for you and it’s enough to pull the fabric down. As the elastic passes down his hips, setting him free, his dick bobs against his lower belly, settling for you to gawk at.

Your eyes go wide. You’re sure he’s big. There’s no way he’s not. And the pearly shine glossing over him makes it look almost angelic, and you know it’s just a penis, but he looks so beautiful, so pretty and pink with a flushed tip. You gawk in awe, unnoticeing of the way Eddie blushes and squirms under your attention.

“You’re staring. Is it weird? What’s wrong?” Eddie says, hands shooting to cover himself.

“No-no.” You say holding his wrist. “Just, you look really big. Are you big? I’m not really sure but you look big?” You ramble, trying to explain yourself quickly. Eddie laughs, bringing a hand to his face wiping over his chin. He looks at your with a smirk.

“You didn’t believe me all those times I told you I had a big dick?” He laughs. 

“Fuck no. You’re so full of shit all the time, how could I believe anything you say?” You laugh, swatting at him lightly.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s average size, so maybe you’re right.” He laughs softly.

“Average?” You say shocked. “But it’s so…” You trail off, finally holding him, your fingers barely wrapping all the way around him. “And you’re so pretty.” You say astounded.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t call me pretty, then my dick pretty. That’s messed up.” He laughs.

“But it’s true.” You say pouting your lip out at him. “All of you is so so pretty.” 

You tighten your fingers around him, watching his face. His mouth falls open slightly and you drag your hand up his sticky shaft, spreading his cum over him. It doesn’t feel as wet as you think it should so you lean over him, letting spit dribble from your lips landing right on the tip and he lets out a heavy breath.

“Baby, you’re gonna have about a minute before you have to stop or I’ll cum again. Just warning you.” Eddie says before sucking in a harsh breath. 

“I’ll make my minute count then.” You laugh, before leaning forward lowering your mouth to him. 

As your hands spread the spit over the shaft, you open your mouth enough to poke your tongue out, swirling over the tip, tasting the unfamiliar saltiness. You hum, before lowering yourself even more, taking the tip in your mouth, closing your lips around him. He whimpers immediately, without you doing as much as sucking.

You let your tongue swirl slightly before flattening it, lowering your mouth onto him. His hips jerk slightly and you hear a squeak come from him that makes you look up.

“Wanna hear you, Eddie.” You say when you clue in that he’a trying to be quiet. 

“Feels really good.” He says breathily.

You take him in your mouth again, sinking your hands on his shaft in time with your mouth before coming back up and repeating. Eddie’s moans and whimpers fill the room and you can feel the throb between your legs, your neediness returning. You arch your back up, squeezing your thighs, trying to find any sort of relief. 

You feel Eddie’s hand on your back, running up and down, making you shiver. He stops his movements, tugging you closer to him until his hand reaches under your torso, his fingers finding the slickness of your cunt before they’re rubbing against your clit making you push your ass further in the air.

You relish in your own pleasure before remembering that this is supposed to be for Eddie. You sink your mouth as far as it can go, pulling up quickly. You do it again, this time going further, nose almost brushing against the wispy hairs at his base. 

“F-fuck.” Eddie groans, fingers pausing in their movements on your clit. 

When you pull up from him, his hips rise with you, chasing your mouth before he settles back on the bed. You let your hands rub up and down his length, while you catch your breath. 

You sink down into him again, letting him slide all the way into your throat. You hold it as he hums and whimpers, letting your hands sit at his base, accidentally adding pressure to his balls that makes him jerk up into your mouth. You gag as he hits deep in your throat, before instinctively swallowing around him. He moans loudly, whimpering turning in a chorus of expletives until he realizes what he just did. 

“Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t mean to do that. Sorry!” He says, his hand cradling your face as you gasp for a breath of air.

“S’okay.” You reply, sitting up enough to get a clear view of him. “Kinda liked choking on your dick.” You say smiling, wiping the corners of your lips. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut before throwing his head back against the pillow.

“Fuuuck. Don’t say that, I’ll cum. I’m fragile.” He groans, sucking in a deep breath. 

You watch him for a moment, the quick rise and fall of his chest making you smile. You didn’t know you needed Eddie like this, but seeing it, seeing him like this, you could never not have him like this ever again. 

“Are you ready?” You ask.

“Ready.” He replies, sitting up quickly. 

You switch spots with Eddie once again, with you laying flat on your back on the bed. Eddie hovers over you, figuring out where to situate himself.

“Oh fuck.” He says suddenly, his head meeting your chest as he shrinks into himself, hair tinkling you in the process.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, hands finding the sides of his head to pull him to look at you.

“‘Member that box of condoms Wayne bought?”

“Yeah?” You laugh.

“Well he bought it when we were like 15, so, like, obviously they were very old… they expired so I threw them out.” He says, embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

“Okay…” you say skeptically, not understanding exactly what he’s getting at.

“I don’t have any condoms.” He groans, hanging his head again.

“Oh.” You respond.

“Sorry.” Eddie starts rambling more apologies but you interrupt him. 

“I never told you this— cause it was so embarrassing at the time, but…” You trail off, formulating your words in your head. Eddie looks up at you with narrowed eyes, trying to piece together your words. “…around the same time Wayne gave you the condoms, my mom also made me start taking birth control cause she was so sure that you were gonna get me pregnant.” You say, annoyed at the memory of your mom pestering you at 15 to ‘take the goddamn pill’ everyday.

“Seriously?” Eddie laughs.

“Yeah. She was so fucking annoying about it too. I almost told you about it but I was so embarrassed.” You say, scrunching your face at the memory. 

“If you had told me I probably would have cum in my pants— shit especially at 15. If the wind blew the wrong way I was blowing my load.” He laughs, dimples deepening on his cheeks.

“Yeah cause that’s so different from now.” You tease, rolling your eyes. 

“Trust me. Way different.” He laughs. “You know Wayne thought I’d get you pregnant too. ‘You get that girl pregnant, her dad will kill us both, boy.’ Eddie says, mocking Wayne’s drawl. 

“My moms thing was ‘sometimes things just happen and it’s always good to be prepared’.” You say, pitching your voice up to mock your mom.

“Well she’s right. A few years ahead of her time, but your moms always been a smart cookie.” Eddie says, finger bopping your nose when you scrunch it.

“Okay, let’s stop talking about our parents this is so fucking weird.” You laugh, grabbing Eddie’s hand to stop him from poking at your face some more.

“Wait, just to be clear. You’re on the pill and…?” Eddie says, leading you to finish his thought. 

“I mean, neither of us have done this before so we’re clean and like… yeah on the pill, so?” 

“You want me to just.. stick it in… plain? Raw? Naked? Bareback?” Eddie says rotating through the words trying to find one that sounds good but failure is evident in the way he cringes at himself. 

“Eddie. ‘Stick it in’ would ya?” You say mocking his choice of words, making him visibly regret them as he shakes his head. 

He shuffles closer to you, on his knees between your thighs. He hooks his hands under your calves, pulling you closer and spreading you, making your stomach flip in anticipation. 

You watch as he takes himself in his hand, stroking once before letting the head slide through your folds until it’s resting at your entrance. 

“Wait, Eddie!” You say, when you feel him start to push in. He stops immediately, eyes shooting to you. “Sorry, just want you to hold my hand.” You say shyly, reaching your hand toward his free one. 

“Of course, baby. I got you.” He says, squeezing your fingers in his palm.

With your hand in his, his other hand continues guiding himself into you, giving you a look to make sure it’s okay now. You nod your head, squeezing his hand, and he starts to push in. 

It’s a stretch at first. A burning stretch that steals all the air from your lungs, making you squeeze Eddie’s hand harshly. His thumb rubs soothingly on the back of your hand as he offers sweet nothings but you drown them out, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hey, baby?” He questions pulling you from your thoughts as he stills his slow push.

“Hmm?” You question, eyes opening to meet his.

“Doing okay?” He asks, eyes soft and voice gentle.

“Stings a bit.” You say trying to brush it off. It’s really not that bad, just uncomfortable. 

“Want to stop?” 

“No. Feels… less sting-y already, just keep going.” You encourage truthfully. Eddie watches you for another second searching for truth. You smile at him and he nods before he starts pushing his hips forward again agonizingly slow. 

“Fuck.” He groans under his breath as his hips connect with yours, bottoming out inside of you. Your free hand finds his hip, holding him in place while you adjust. 

“How’s it?” You ask, filling the silence in the room as you shift your hips to try and make it more comfortable.

“You’re so warm and wet. You feel so fucking good, holy shit.” Eddie babbles words coming from the tip of his tongue like he was bursting to say them, his eyes twinkling in the light as he looks at you. Your heart flutters at his sincerity. “And so fucking tight. You’re squeezing me so hard.” Eddie says, shutting his eyes in pleasure, drawing your attention to his bottom lip as he bites it harshly. 

With your hand on his hip, you use it to pull yourself forward. The shifting draws his attention, looking at you curiously until you pucker your lips at him with a smile. Leaning down into you, he connects his lips with yours, kissing you tenderly. What really gets your attention is the way his moving makes his cock drag inside of you, making your toes curl at the sensation, moaning into Eddie’s mouth. 

You tap his side, trying to get him to move, but he gets lost in the kiss, mouth moving against your fervently.

“Eddie, you can move, please.” You whine into his mouth. 

“Yeah?” He responds, kissing you again before pulling away, cock shifting inside you again hitting that same spot he found earlier making your breath hitch. 

You don’t respond to him, too busy searching for that feeling again, shifting your own hips against him, deflating with a ‘hmph’ when you can’t get it.

“Eddie.” You whine because he’s still not moving and when you look at him, he’s smiling at you with a shit faced grin. You furrow your brows at him, not impressed.

“Is my baby getting impatient? Hm?” Eddie coos and you sink your head into the pillow with a grunt, annoyed at his teasing. 

“Eddie.” You warn.

“Oh. She’s real impatient, huh? What do I got to do to make you my good girl again?” He teases, hand dragging up the side of your leg.

“Fucking. Move.” You answer harshly, making Eddie laugh. 

“You know, I always like it when you’re mean to me.” He says, making you blush.

“‘M not mean.” You say softly. Yeah… maybe you have a few choice words here and there but mean? Never…

“Mean. Violent too. Got lots of bruises from you over the years. But I liked it.” He says, voice faded into a low rumble, his hand rubbing your thigh all the way down to your hip.

“Please, Eddie.” You whine when his roaming hand sits on your lower belly, thumb grazing over your cunt.

“Gonna rub your little clit, okay? Want you to enjoy this before I blow my load embarrassingly quickly.” He whispers, the last part more meant for himself. 

His thumb sinks into your folds, making your lower body jolt as he presses your button, easing up into little circles again making you sigh. 

“Can you move please, Eddie. Really want you to move.” You say, voice coming out soft and whiny like a whimper.

“I know baby, just trying not to cum so quickly.”

“You can, don’t care, just want to feel you.” You say breathily as his hips pull back. Paired with his motions on your clit, the friction makes your stomach tense. 

Eddie moves achingly slow, pulling all the way out before pushing back in. You anxiously await for him to hit that spot but it never comes. You can tell he’s looking for it too with the way his face contorts, gears turning in his head. 

You cant your hips trying to shift and Eddie’s quick to help you, freeing both his hands from you, bringing them to the backs of your thighs. When he fumbles, folding you into yourself, pushing your knees up, that's when you feel it.

“Right there!” You say, hand shooting to rest on his hold on your leg.

“Yeah?” He asks, eyes on you. 

“Yeah.” You gasp as he sits up straighter on his knees at this angle, cock pushing against that spot.

Once he rights himself, he pulls out, pushing in slowly, the head of cock dragging deliciously against that spot making you moan. He does it again, just as slowly, before he grows in confidence, starting to pick up the pace.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby. Feels like you’re sucking me back in every time.” He groans, exhaling harshly as his balls hit against your ass with every thrust. He reaches for your free hand, pulling it to hold on to your knee. When you comply, he brings his hand back to your clit, rubbing quick little circles on you. 

“E-Eddie.” You gasp, feeling the tightness in your stomach growing.

“Doing so good for me, missy. Being such a good girl letting me fuck you raw.” Eddie babbles with barely any coherency, his words traveling right to your core, pooling heat and adding intensity to your pleasure.

“F-feels so good Eddie. Y-your cock feels so good.” You babble, his thrusts punching the air from your lungs as his own neediness increases. 

“Gotta cum for me baby. Won’t last. Know you can do it.” He pleads breathily, thumb increasing in speed against you making you cry out in pleasure. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you feel it coming. 

“G-gonna-” You pant. Eddie hums in response knowing what you’re saying but you don’t have the chance to finish the sentiment because you’re shaking in pleasure, intensity hitting you like an 18-wheeler.  Eddie speeds up, chasing his own high while you feel like you’re floating through time and space.

“Where- where?” He says panicked, but you suddenly don’t care about anything other than feeling him dragging in and out of you, his erratic rubbing of your clit elongating your high, bringing you impossibly higher.

Eddie grunts harshly, jolting inside of you as you feel a subtle warmth seeping into you, filling you up and it makes your stomach flip in excitement. 

He continues his stuttering, hips jerking in and out of you, working himself through his orgasm and you open your eyes to see his face contorted in a pleasure that makes your belly tingle. His bangs are stuck to his forehead, cheeks flushed pink, a sheen of sweat covers his chest, and shit you thought he was pretty before but he looks absolutely ethereal like this. 

His convulsing thrusts slow before he’s collapsing on top of you, pushing the air from your lungs in surprise.

You bring your hands to wrap around his neck, hugging him into you. Your fingers dance through his curls as he huffs into your skin. 

“Sorry baby, didn’t mean to cum in you, I just panicked when you didn’t answer and then I swear to god I blacked out.” He says nervously.

“I liked it.” You say quietly. Eddie stirs on top of you but you hug his closer not wanting him to move.

“You liked it?” He questions.

“Yeah. Liked feeling you fill me up. Felt exciting.” You say nervously, not sure if that’s weird. 

“You’re gonna make me hard again and I haven’t even pulled out.” He says and you laugh.

The both of you rest, catching your breath and relaxing into each other. The feeling of Eddie on you is surprisingly comfy despite how heavy he is, it’s a welcome weight on you after feeling so floaty. 

You aren’t sure how long you both lay like that, but after what could have been minutes, hours, or days, Eddie kisses your chest where he lays, before shifting his hips, pulling from you. The drag out feels sore and you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. 

“Sorry.” He mumbles, pushing himself up on his arms, moving up to press a kiss to your lips. 

Eddie rolls to his side, landing on the bed beside you, arms pulling you by the waist closer to him. When you shift, you feel yourself leaking, eyes shooting wide at the odd sensation.

“Eddie, your cum— it’s coming out.” You say, starting to sit up.

“What?” He says dumbly before clueing in. “Oh, shit I’ll get something.” He says, gracelessly pushing you back down, hooking a leg over you to jump off his bed. You don’t notice, but when he stands, his eyes go to the floor, bending down to pick up a dirty shirt. He’s quick to return to the bed, moving between your legs.

“Oh, baby, you should see this.” Eddie says, eyes lighting up as he stares between your legs. “You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you like that. Holy shit.” He says, completely mesmerized. 

You sit up enough to catch a glimpse that makes your stomach flip. The ab strength needed to look is too much for your tired body so you flop back down on the bed, leaving Eddie to finish up his gawking. 

He takes in the sight of you for a few more seconds before wiping you, making you hiss at the contact. 

“Sore.” You say, eyes traveling down to watch what he’s doing and you realize that he’s using a shirt to clean you up, one that you’re positive was on his floor. “Eddie, are you seriously using a dirty shirt?” You say, voice coming out haughty and stern.

“Not the first time I cleaned up cum with this shirt, sweetheart.”

“Ew gross Eddie. I've worn that shirt before.” You shrill and Eddie smirks heavily. “You’re fucking sick, you know that?” You laugh. 

“It was clean when you wore it and I didn't do it on purpose! You grabbed the shirt and what was I supposed to say? ‘Strat, get a new shirt, I used that one as a cum rag last week’” He mocks and you roll your eyes. 

He throws the shirt back to the floor, carelessly flopping himself beside you again.

“Stay the night?” Eddie asks, cozying into you, kicking up the blanket from the foot of the bed to cover you both. 

“Hm… one condition.” You say. 

“What’s that?” Eddie smiles.

“Don’t call me ‘missy’ during sex ever again. That’s what Wayne calls me.” You say, grimacing in disgust at the thought.

“Oh gross, I didn’t even notice I said that.” Eddie cringes.

“Yeah, gross.” You affirm. “So it’s a deal?” You laugh.

“Absolutely.” He says, pulling you closer to him until you're pressed into his chest.

Your heart feels full. Eddie is your person through and through, you’ve never been more sure of anything in your life.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you too, Strat.”

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[cringycrisis]

Tales from the Evil!Kg Au (I can't think of a better name right now)

Another crappy day, just like the day before that, and the day before that one, in fact, it's been like that for however long Kid's been alive. Nothing ever seemed to be good. He gets out of bed, gets ready, and avoids his hag of a mother as he tries to get out of that god-forsaken house in the morning. Then, he gets to be harassed all day by two popular raven-haired assholes who don't understand how to leave him alone while being threatened by their stalker. Then he gets to go back home and hopes that his “loving parents” don't harass him.

As Kid walks out of the lunch room he finds himself walking down one of the unused hallways that always seemed to hardly have any classes going on in them. He always hated the loud sounds that came from the cafeteria. It was always too damn noisy with people talking over each other and screaming nonsense. He could hardly hear himself think! 

Reaching the end of the hallway, he walks up to the exit doors and leaves the building, turning left and walking right around the corner. Stopping only a few feet from the corner so he could still hear the bell for when lunch is over and finally plopped his backpack and lunch tray on the ground before taking a seat on the grass against the building. 

He takes a bite of his sandwich, enjoying the nice weather, gentle cool wind blowing by. While he eats he hears a door open and footsteps approach him, god damn it, can Lily and Billy just not follow him for once in their-

“Hey Kiddy, mind if we join you?” Oh. It was just Felix. Kid looks up at the blonde, peeking from around Felix's Shoulder was Cindy. Madison and Ozzy soon come into view from around the corner, quietly talking to each other as Kid and Madison steal a glance from each other.

“...sure, whatever.” Kid says… At least they hardly bug him. Felix smiles in response and takes a seat next to him. Cindy sits on the other side of Kid and smiles cheerfully.

“How are you feeling Kid?” She asks as she pulls a bandaid from her fanny pack. Ozzy hands her over a disinfectant wipe as she moves to get a better look at Kid's face.

“Fine…” 

Cindy carefully wipes Kid's cheek with the wipe and then gently puts a bandaid over a cut that was there. 

“You look like you got hit by a car.” Madison bluntly points out, getting a glare from the brunette.

“Yeah to get away from you.” Kid said, his tone being dead like how he felt inside. Madison stuck her tongue out at him in retaliation.

“Parents giving you a rough time again?” Felix asked, his smile always so soft and sweet to Kid. The brunette didn't bother to say anything more, they knew full well of his home life.

“I feel bad for the inmates they get, your father is a fucking dictator.” Madison said, remembering the few times she got arrested and had to deal with Kid's father.

“Are they threatening boarding school again?”

“What do you think?” 

“Man, lucky guy.” Ozzy jokes as he pretends to fantasize over it. Kid rolls his eyes.

“I went to a boys boarding school once, then they found me.” Madison chipped in, staring at her lunch as she stirs it with her fork.

“Why were you there in the first place?” Asked Felix.

“Remember that time for about 3 months where I was getting like $500 a week?”

“Oh my god don't tell me you were-”

“I was selling them cigarettes, those boys were so easy to swindle.”

“Oh. That wasn’t so bad.” Cindy says, as her shocked expression dropped.

“What the hell do you think I was doing Cindy?” Madison sneers, Cindy quickly looks away, flustered as she sips on her orange juice nervously. Madison's stare quickly hardened as she wanted to burn a hole into Cindy, making the blonde girl scoot closer to Kid as if she could somehow use him for protection.

“I'm sure Cindy was worried you were selling something more illegal, like weed or something!” Felix butts in, quickly trying to defuse the situation. Madison rolls her eyes at him as she goes back to her lunch. The conversation quickly died down after that. Cindy didn't bother to move from her spot, making Kid move his knees up to his chest so he wasn't as squished in-between the two blondes. His back began to hurt as he was still pressed hard against the brick wall.

Usually if he were either by himself or with anybody else he would complain, yet now when he's with these guys. He could care less about it. He just sat there eating his lunch while listening to their conversations without a care in the world. It was one of the daily moments where he felt like he could relax. 

“I'm not sure, hey Kid, what do you think?” Felix looks down at Kid, waiting for an answer.

“It sounds lame.” Kid responds.

“You think everything is lame.” said Madison.

“It's lame like your face.”

“At least it's not stupid like yours.”

Felix cuts in. “Guys please, don't fight.”

“Whatever you say prince pacifist.”

Madison says as she smirks at Kid. Making direct eye contact that seemed playful.

“I just don't like it when people fight.”

“What about that fight with Billy a few days ago?” Ozzy points out, the blonde boy always seems to get pulled into a brawl every week by the raven haired boy. A one-sided rivalry that has been a thorn in Felix’s side since forever.

“I didn’t intend to instigate one! He just seems to always want to fight!”

“It's always going to shock me that he keeps getting away with stuff like that.” Cindy sighs, almost defeated by that fact.

“His parents are besties with the school's superintendent. How else do you think?” Kid says as he picks at the crust on his sandwich.

“Huh, what a surprise. Privileged bastards.” Madison says sarcastically.

“Makes sense, I mean, if I was also an asshole with a parent like that, I'd probably do the same.” Ozzy says as Kid hands him the crust he didn't want. Happily putting it into his chocolate milk carton and then shaking it.

“Do you think Lily has ever gotten sick of him?” 

“I wouldn't be shocked if she pushed him in front of a bus.”

“It wouldn't be the first time one of them did something like that.” Madison says amusingly, chuckling to herself afterwards.

“Hey. Can I have a spork?” Ozzy asks as he opens his backpack and pulls out a can of whipped cream from a hidden lunch bag, Kid hands him an unused spork as Ozzy sprays the whipped cream into the now opened milk carton. Madison holds her hand out for the can, to which Ozzy gives it to her, spraying a huge handful into her mouth before handing it back to him. Quickly wiping it off, Ozzy sets the can back into his backpack and starts eating his concoction.

“For a guy obsessed with health, you really love sweets.” Cindy joked as Ozzy hums in acknowledgment. 

“Hey, who says I can't enjoy a dessert after a meal?”

“Is it really that good?” 

“You wanna try?”

“Yeah, can I?”

Ozzy hands the carton over to Cindy as she wipes off her own spork, scooping out a small portion of the dessert and eating before handing it back to Ozzy.

“Feels like it could use some cinnamon.”

“Guess I know what to bring tomorrow!”

As quick as it went, the lunch bell rings, indicating it was time to go back to class. Ozzy and Cindy groan as they all pick up their things and begin their walk back into the building. 

“Hey, do you guys want to hang out after school?” Felix asks as he leads the way back into the building.

“Where to?”

“Arcade?”

“Hell yeah!” Madison cheered.

“I'm down.”

“Sweet! Maybe I can beat the high score in ‘dance floor exclusive’!” Mused Ozzy, cracking his knuckles as Madison giggles.

“What about you, Kid?” Kid turns to look up at Felix, the blonde boy's face full of kindness as his eyes sparkle, waiting for his answer.

“...Sure, why not.” Felix’s smile grew.

“Great! We can all go to Popper's Pizza afterwards, my treat!” Felix opens the door for his friends, stepping to the side while holding it open for his friends to pass through. When they all go through Kid stops a few feet away to wait for the blonde. The other three seemingly engrossed in a conversation about a video game Kid could care less about kept moving forward as Kid waited. Once Felix was on the other side of the door, they continued on towards their classes. They walked as Kid nudges Felix, earning back a more gentle nudge. 

“Yo, slow pokes, hurry up!” Madison calls back to them annoyed. 

“Sorry!” Felix apologizes and grabs Kid's hand, dragging him along as they catch up to their friends who were waiting. As they continue to walk back to class, Kid realizes that Felix never let go of his hand, so instead of pulling away, he intertwines their fingers. Yeah, these guys are alright. Not that Kid would admit it, but he does enjoy their presence.

[huffle-dork]

Swap Beyond the Crystalverse Chapter 5: Shift AU

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix Read Swapboys | Read Crystal’s AUs

Other Multiverse Stories: SITCV | SATCV | GITHV

Alt feels that short fall, and arrives in a familiar location. This is a hospital hallway. But not the section of the hospital devoted to wards where patients stay. This is the part you visit if you need a checkup. There's a nice waiting room visible at one end of the hallway. The floor is covered in short gray carpet and the walls are painted white on the upper half and wooden wainscotting on the bottom half. 

Alt shudders a bit seeing the hospital- even if it looks nice. So does the lobby of Hope Water… in the brief moments he’s been in the lobby. 

Anti speaks from his phone. "I looked at the IRIS database. They call this world UA-1027019SF. I'm making a note of it in your Notes app in case you want to visit here some other time. Or in case you don't."

Alt blinks down at Anti and pulls out his phone to snicker, “Thanks, personal assistant, Anti.”

"Ha ha," Anti says in a deadpan tone.

Alt laughs, “C’mon man you gotta admit you sounded just like one!” 

The nearest door opens up, and a man walks out--walking backwards, still looking into the room. "Next time either of you come here, I'm knocking you out, strapping you to a gurney, and wheeling you down to a doctor who can actually help," the man snaps. 

"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that!" A voice says from the inside of the room. The man rolls his eyes. 

Alt blinks up at the conversation, chuckling at the playful violence of the doctors threat. “Woah-“ he whispers to himself.

The man glances at Alt, noticing he's there. "Hey." Then he looks away again--only to comically snap back to staring at Alt. "What the...?" This man is wearing a white coat over a black button-up shirt. He has brown hair that sticks up in natural spikes, blue eyes... and a faint white scar across his neck.

Alt stares back at the doctor as he does a double take and his eyes widen. “Oh woah-“

"Uh. You looking for someone?" The doctor turns to face him fully. Weird, the pupil of his right eye is shaped strangely. Like a keyhole, not a circle. 

"Someone show up?" Another man leans out of the doorway. He's wearing a red vest and a button-up with a popped collar and rolled up sleeves. There's a bruise forming on his face and a brace on his left wrist. "Oh, hullo. Are you one of Anti's relatives?"

 "I don't have family," the doctor says.

“Uhhh-“ Alt says- very weirded out. Never thought he’d find a world where’s he’s a doctor. “Not exactly? I’m uh- lost- trying to find my way around.”

"Right. D'you have an appointment with someone?" Dr. Anti asks. "I can probably point you in their general direction." 

The man in red walks out. "Don't be business as usual, Anti! This guy looks just like you! Except younger, and not permanently grumpy. Don't tell me you're going t'brush that off!" He smiles and waves. "Name's Jackie, Jackie West." 

Another man appears in the doorway, looking back and forth between Alt and Dr. Anti. He has neat brown hair and a mustache, and is wearing a blue t-shirt hoodie over a long-sleeved white shirt. 

Alt is- getting increasingly more weirded out. “uhhhhh- nice to meet ya? This is… so weird-“ He coughs then shakes his head, “Might as well just rip off the bandaid then- uh hi- I’m Alt Brody- but I’m also known as Anti… which is why I look like you. I’mmm from a parallel universe. One where I’m a magician.” He opens up his palm and lets a few green electric sparks rise into the air.

The other three all stare at him as he says this. 

"...huh." Dr. Anti blinks, unsure how to react to this. 

Jackie looks excited. "Oh that's wicked! You're like Chase! But you're Anti!" He reaches out to touch the sparks. 

"Hey. Don't be a moron." Dr. Anti grabs his hand before he can get too close. "That could be dangerous. And this could be a trick." 

The man with the mustache--oh, might as well call him by his name, he's obviously a Jameson--shakes his head slowly. I think he's telling the truth, he says in sign language. 

"Why?" Dr. Anti asks. 

Because if he was trying to trick us, he'd come up with something more believable. 

Alt barks out a laugh at Jameson’s reply. “yeah I- truly can’t make this shit up!”

Dr. Anti looks at Jameson. "You're serious, Jackson? You're really going to trust him?" 

Jameson nods. He looks at Alt and smiles. You can understand me? That makes this easy. Call me JJ.

Alt blinks at JJ and smiles, “Yeah I know sign! One of my best mates is deaf- another goes non-verbal sometimes. Nice to meet ya, JJ.”

Alt then looks down and processes, “…wait a second did you say like Chase?? When talking about my magic??” He emphasizes as he looks at Jackie with wide eyes. “…there’s no fucking way-“

"Yeah, Chase is a magic man!" Jackie says cheerfully. "It's fucking amazing, mate. He does all sorts of light shows." 

Dr. Anti nudges him. "Jackie. Seriously." 

Alt makes a concerned face, blinking slowly at Jackie. “…that is one of the most unbelievable things I’ve encountered so far… right up there with me being a doctor-“ 

"Heh." Dr. Anti smiles, a bit smugly. "I'm not just a doctor. I am an anesthesiologist. It's a highly specialized field." 

“Oh- so I’m a smug ass here too-“ Alt makes a face at Dr. Anti. 

"It's a deserved smugness, though," Dr. Anti says, unbothered. 

JJ rolls his eyes and shoves him lightly, then looks at Alt and smiles. Don't mind him. He's always like this. Do you need help with anything? We're happy to help... even Anti here.

Alt blinks at JJ then smiles, “Uh well- I need to look for something here… our multiverse traveling device got broken and one of the pieces fell into this universe. I have a way to find it just- gonna be kinda hard not knowing where stuff is.”

"Huh." Jackie blinks. "A world traveling device? That's fucking wild." He looks around. "Do, uh, those exist?" 

Not that I know of, not in here. JJ frowns, thinking. 

"Well, you're in Blue Lake Hospital right now," Anti says. "City's called Mirton. The hospital's near the center. Jackson knows the city really well, if that'll help." 

JJ nods. Like the back of my hand.

Alt grins, “Convenient! Sick- here lemme check where it could be…” He pulls out the tracker and touches the pupil quickly.

In this world, the TRVLR piece is in a building at the address 223 South Project Street. 

"Oh, more magic!" Jackie gasps. "That's a glass eye of some kind, right?"

“It’s a tracker actually- kinda like a scrying orb.” Alt replies before stuffing it back in his pocket. “You all know what’s at 223 South Project Street?”

Dr. Anti stiffens and narrows his eyes. "Why do you want to know?" 

Obviously because the thing he's looking for is there, JJ says. But he also looks troubled. 

A moment passes, and Dr. Anti slowly says, "That's an old office building. It used to be owned by PUPIL. But not anymore. They cleared it out. You're not going to find whatever you're fucking looking for there."

Alt narrows his eyes back at Dr. Anti, “PUPIL huh? Dealing with a lot of SCLERA shit aren’t we?” He mutters to himself then shakes his head. “well this thing hasn’t steered me wrong- I know it’s there. So if you wanna be all pissy about it- I’ll just go find it on my own. I gotta find my brother anyways-“ He snorts, glaring a bit at Dr. Anti before he starts to glitch further down the hall. This guy was even worse then eyepatch Anti was when they first met! Just being around him made his skin prickle.

Jackie gasps and hurries after Alt. "Wait! Hang on! Oh, that's amazing." 

JJ gives Dr. Anti a disapproving glare and also runs to catch up. 

After a moment, Anti goes as well, trailing behind. 

They reach the waiting room, and Jackie reaches out, putting a hand on Alt's shoulder. "If you're looking for something, we can totally help! We're quite tough, you know? Skin thick as steel." He grins. 

Alt blinks as the others follow him. He turns to look at Jackie properly, though he does roll his shoulder to get Jackie off. Not unkindly though- just a little nudge. “I mean- only if you wanna. Don’t wanna interrupt… whatever it is you were doing.” 

You have a brother?" JJ asks, curious.

Alt looks at JJ then smiles, “Yeah, my older brother, Chase Brody. Back home though, he’s a superhero called Bro Fantastic. He came here with me- we usually travel to other worlds together.”

JJ blinks. He smiles. A superhero, you say? Sounds fun. Do you have any way of contacting him? Or knowing where he would be?

Alt blinks at JJ then pulls out his phone, “oh yeah lemme see if I can call him… it’s really hit or miss if our phones work sometimes-“

JJ chuckles. Yes, calling would be a good idea. 

"Oh, also you aren’t interrupting! I was just getting my wrist checked out by the doc here." Jackie points at his wrist brace. "It's been feeling weird for a couple days, must've yanked something out of place during the last shoot. I'm up for anything!" 

"S'long as you don't sprain your wrist some more," Dr. Anti mutters, standing a bit apart from the group. 

“A shoot? Oh! Do you do YouTube?? That’s just like my Jackie!” Alt grins. “Ha he’s pretty clumsy too-“ 

"YouTube? Ah, so you have that video webbedsite where you're from too!" Jackie laughs. "No, I do small films, mostly independent studios, mostly local stuff. I'm no actor, but I can do the stunts." 

“…oooh! You’re like Henny!” Alt grins, “Neat-! God- he’d love to meet you.” He says as he puts the phone up to his ear.

The other end of the phone is ringing... 

 —————

Bro feels that slight jolt, and when the darkness clears he's standing in an apartment living room. There's a kitchenette by the front door, pale wood and white appliances. Three doors to the left of that, all ajar to show glimpses of a closet, a tiny bathroom, and a bedroom. The walls are painted an off-yellow, and the carpet is short and gray. But there's a nice fuzzy white rug to make up for the carpet's shortcomings. 

"What the hell?" 

"Whoa!" 

There are two men in the room. Bro has appeared right between the two of them, next to a coffee table. One of them was sitting on the sagging sofa in the living room and now shoots to his feet. "Where did you come from?! I thought my wards were good!" He's wearing a long-sleeved pale yellow shirt (sort of matching the walls), a pair of ripped jeans, and a snapback cap. 

"Uh--don't--please leave?" the other man stammers. He's standing in front of one of those wheel-able cork boards, which seems to have been pulled in front of a TV stand. His long wavy hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, and he's wearing a brown leather jacket over a blue t-shirt.

Bro blinks at the bright setting then yells in surprise as the two men exclaim, jumping into and then floating in the air. He blinks rapidly then waves at them from above, “uhhh hi! Didn’t mean to intrude on… whatever this is-! Didn’t meannn to come here at all actually! Total accident! Sorry!!”

The man in the cap blinks. He points. "Wait a moment! You're—you look like me! But you're flying?!" 

"The fuck is this?!" the other man shouts, looking a bit freaked out. "Are you trying to trick us?!" 

"Y'know, I don't think we know anyone who can both imitate people and fly," the first one comments. "But—but—I thought the wards were good???" He leans over to the coffee table and picks something up. A white mask in the shape of some sort of animal with pointed ears—not a cat, the snout is too long. There are green and yellow designs on it, and a drawing of a sun in the middle of the forehead.

Bro blinks even more, “Ohhh! Other me!!” He quickly lands next to the man in the cap and tilts his head, “…wards? Ha- you’re talking like you’re a magician or something-“ he laughs like that’s the craziest thing he’s ever heard.

The other him blinks. “I… am? Are you not? You just fucking flew into the air!” 

“Chaaase, what’s happening?” The other man says, looking at Bro warily. 

“I dunno Marv, but I don’t think it’s him.” The other Chase tilts his head back, eyes flashing yellow for a moment. “He doesn’t have that weird signature.”

“I’m not magic- no matter what Alt tries to tell me,” Bro huffs, crossing his arms, “I’m a superhero! And also- I’m you from another universe, surprise!” He grins. 

“ …From another universe?” Chase says slowly. 

“Is that possible?” asks the other man—a Marvin, evidently. 

Then, Bro lets his expression fall to something more serious, “…who did you guys think I was?”

“I don’t know for sure. But I guess it’s not the weirdest thing we’ve seen?” Chase shakes his head. “I’d ask for proof but I don’t think that’s easy to come up with.

As for who we though you were… could be a couple things. Some PUPIL shit, the Magic Circle looking for me… I still haven’t ruled either of those things out, but at least you’re not Shattered.” 

“Unless he decided to pull someone else out of time,” Marvin grumbles.

Bro blinks at the two of them and tilts his head, “…PUPIL..? Shattered? …god everything is all shifted around here huh…?” Then he laughs. “I think the proof is kinda staring at you in the face, dude. But alright- To prove it- I’m Chase Brody, also known as Bro Fantastic. I can show you my ID if you’d like,” he jokes. 

“An ID wouldn’t be that helpful, actually, that could be faked,” Chase says. “But you offering is a good sign.” 

“Unless he’s just really prepared for this deception,” Marvin says. 

“For fuck’s sake, Marv, you’re being paranoid. Honestly, you’re less trusting than Anti lately.” 

“Oh really?! Hmm I wonder if there’s a reason for that, hmm?!” Marvin stares at Chase with wide eyes. Actually, he looks a bit frazzled, with some dark shadows under his eyes. 

Chase sighs, and softens. “Sorry.” 

Bro looks between Marvin and Chase with wide eyes, “…are you all in trouble? Or someone giving you trouble? This.. shattered guy? Which must not be Anti since you guys said his name like that-“

“Anti’s fine, a bit,uh… abrasive but good when you get to know him,” Marvin says. “You’re right, it’s the Shattered guy who’s clearly to blame. He—” Before Marvin can continue, Bro’s phone starts to ring.

Bro jumps a bit and blinks in confusion, “Oh uh sorry mate- it’s my brother… he’s also here-“ he answers the phone and puts it on speaker. “Yello?” 

“Oh my god you nerd,” Alt snickers. “But good to know our phones work! Who did you end up by?” 

“A Marvin and other me- dude he’s a magician??” Bro stage whispers, like Chase can’t hear him. 

“I heard- super weird. Almost as weird as other me here being a doctor-“ Alt replies. 

“What the hell?!” 

“Anyways I’m at the hospital with bizzaro me, a JJ and a Jackie- …not sure what their deals are exactly but Jackie is giving off Henny vibes-“

“Henny vibes?” Jackie repeats, loud enough that Bro can hear him through the other end of the phone line. “What’s that?” 

Dr. Anti nudges him. “Volume control. This is a hospital.” 

“Oh sorry,” Jackie whispers. 

“Oh Henny’s our friend-“ Alt says before giving Anti a look.

“I can hear you, by the way,” Chase says to Bro. 

“So you’re this other Chase’s brother?” Marvin asks. “You sound like Anti with more life in his voice.” 

Alt barks out a laugh at Marvin’s comment. “Ha! I’ll take that as a compliment~” he giggles. 

“He used to sound more dead inside,” Bro snickers. 

“Hey! …anyways, Yeah I’m Alt, where you at bro?” 

“I think it’s one of these guys’ house…?” Bro says looking around. 

"Yeah, this is my flat," Chase says, gesturing around. 

“How ‘bout you?” Bro continues. 

“Hospital, called Blue Lake. The TRVLR piece is at 223 South Project Street. The guys here say that this… PUPIL company used to be there.” Alt says. 

“Hmm… PUPIL seems like this world’s IRIS or SCLERA-“ Bro muses. 

“Seems like it- what’s with all these creepy companies calling themselves stuff after eyes?? Real TMA shit if I’ve ever seen it-“ Alt mumbles. 

“You can’t make that reference with me alt I haven’t listened yet-“ 

“Well you should! Jay and I loved it!” 

Marvin inhales sharply. "What's a TRVLR piece? Why do you have to go to a PUPIL place to find it?" He looks visibly nervous.

“That’s why we’re here actually,” Bro explains, “We used to go to other worlds with the TRVLR- it’s like this little iPhone thing that helps us travel around. But it got broken and the pieces were scattered across other dimensions so now we gotta find them.” 

Alt sighs, “Believe me if we could just skip going to this obviously sketchy science bullshit we would but… not getting these pieces could cause… so many more problems down the line.”

"Hey, uh..." Dr. Anti clears his throat. "If Marvin's freaking out, tell him that PUPIL isn't there anymore. That should help reassure him." 

JJ nods. I can imagine why that would cause problems... well, like I said, we'd love to help. 

"Yeah!" Jackie grins. "These PUPIL guys are huge arseholes, anything we can do to fuck them up will be grand." 

Alt blinks at Dr. Anti then smiles, “Yeah… can do. Hey Marvin, Anti says don’t worry- PUPIL isn’t there anymore.” 

“Oh! Well that’s good,” Bro says. 

Alt grins at Jackie and Jj, “Jackie and JJ say they wanna help too.” 

“Sick!”

Marvin visibly relaxes. "Oh... good." 

Chase pats his shoulder sympathetically. "Yeah, we can help, too," Chase says. "I can, uh, use my magic. It's of some help." 

"Some help?! You're a great magician!" Marvin reassures him. "It'll be a big help!" 

"Hah." Chase smiles a little. "And you can help, too." 

"I can?" 

"Yeah. You can drive us." Marvin rolls his eyes. "Oh ha ha. Okay fine. If your brother and our friends can get here, I can drive everyone to this... address."

Alt looks at JJ, Jackie and Dr. Anti, “Have you guys been to Chase’s flat before.” 

All three of them nod. All the time, JJ adds. 

Alt grins wickedly. “We’ll be right there, Chase,” and hangs up. 

After Alt hangs up Bro sighs and puts his phone away- “You guys might wanna brace yourselves.” He tells Chase and Marvin. 

“Lemme guess—he’s gonna appear out of nowhere just like you did,” Marvin says. 

“Sounds like it,” Chase agrees. 

At the Hospital, Alt offers his hand to Jackie and Jj, and glances at Dr. Anti. “If you all wanna come with- grab on. I can take us to his flat-“ 

Jackie immediately takes hold of Alt’s hand. “More magic?” He says excitedly. 

One second, I left my backpack in the room, JJ says, hurrying back towards the room. 

“Is your—” Dr. Anti glances at Alt, “—spare set of clothes in there?” JJ nods before going down the hall. 

“Seems important to keep that with you, then,” Jackie comments. 

Luckily, JJ soon returns, a dark blue backpack sling over his shoulder. 

Thanks for waiting, he says, and then takes Alt’s other hand. Dr. Anti quickly grabs onto Jackie, looking a bit hesitant about all this.

Alt nods, “Yup!” He smirks. He blinks after JJ and tilts his head a bit. Then he shrugs. Honestly he’d do the same. He raises an eyebrow a bit at Dr. Anti joining up but- heh. It’ll be fun to see him react to this. “Alright, picture the flat for me please!” 

In the meantime, back at the flat, Bro blinks at Marvin, “…what do you do Marvin? The Marvin’s we know… usually are magic somehow-“

"Oh, I mean... I do magic tricks," Marvin says. "In a way. I have this YouTube channel, I-I post videos where I use editing to make stuff look magic. You know... I, uh... don't know how to describe it. But that's how we met Chase, actually. Magic interests. Relatable."

“Oooh! That’s neat! And just like how I met my mate Jackie! He does superhero moves for his parkour channel- almost broke his neck but I saved him.” Bro grins. 

Then in a sharp burst of pixels and light- Alt glitches all 4 of them into Chase’s flat. Glitching feels like- pop rocks under their skin and makes their blood feel electric. The ones actually holding onto Alt feel him break into a bunch of pixels that snap back together like magnets as they appear in the flat in a burst of green light.

“Whoa!” Dr. Anti let’s go, shaking his head. “Fucking weird.” He looks around. “Handy, though.” 

“Oh hey!” Chase laughs. “Yep, appearing out of nowhere!” 

Alt smirks and waves at Marvin and Chase, “Hey there!”

"Sup?" Chase waves. 

Jackie does a little bounce on his heels. “That felt like breaking apart, but better.”

Bro laughs, “Kinda yeah!” He waves at the new people. “I’m Chase by the way but you all can call me Bro! Less confusing!” He grins. 

Alt grins at Jackie and nods, “Technically I do when I glitch- but I don’t think you all do though? Something about what happened to me when I became a Glitch-“ He shrugs.

"A glitch?" Jackie blinks. "Huh?" 

"That's a sort of mistake in a digital thing," Marvin explains. "Or when it doesn't work right, yknow? Never heard it applied to a person, though." Marvin looks at Alt. "Well... nice to meet you, then." 

Alt blinks and tilts his head at Jackie, “…ohhh you’re really like Henny huh? Like.. out of time.”

"Oh, so you know!" Jackie says. "Yeah, it was bloody confusing. One minute the year was 1927, the next it was 2017! I've been here four years now and I still find it overwhelming sometimes." 

"I can't believe you've never heard the word 'glitch' in all those four years," Dr. Anti mutters.

 "Maybe I have, but I don't remember." Jackie shrugs. 

Alt blinks then smiles knowingly, “Our friend Henrik was pulled out of time by our villain Magnificent… around the same time as you I think. About 90 years. He’s been adapting well though! I think he likes the future a lot.” 

"I really gotta double-check my wards if everyone can just fucking... teleport through them." Chase sighs.

If these two are really from another world, they might have abilities that surpass that, JJ says. Don't put yourself down too much.

Alt smiles softly at Chase, “Yeah- JJ is right. My magic is different and my ability as a Glitch also makes things a bit fucky. Like… how there’s a mistake in tech… I’m like a mistake in our world? Kinda? I broke some boundaries and now can… glitch and stuff.” He shrugs. 

"Ah." Chase nods slowly, laughing a bit. "Yeah, that does make me feel a bit better." 

JJ smiles at Bro. So... I heard you're a superhero?

Bro grins more and nods, hopping into the air to hover a bit. “Sure am!”

JJ looks up at Bro excitedly. Impressive! I've never seen anyone who can fly! 

"Well... some magicians can hover, I think," Chase says. "But that's not the same." 

Bro lands and grins, “I can do other stuff too but they’re a bit more dangerous. The usual like super speed, super strength and I can kinda shoot lightning?” 

There’s a slight pause.

"Sssso," Marvin says slowly. "We... have to go to an old PUPIL place, then?"

Alt blinks at Marvin then shrugs, “You guys don’t need to join us if you’re worried- we have a way to find these things pretty easily.” 

“But It’d be nice to learn more about you all though, if you’re open to share!” Bro says. 

"No no, it's fine, I--I want to help," Marvin says. "But we should... probably explain some things. Other Chase--Bro was asking about that before you called." 

Dr. Anti stares at the corkboard. "What fucking... conspiracy nut stuff is this?" 

"It's justified conspiracy nut stuff!" Marvin says defensively. 

"Not saying it's not." 

JJ walks over to the board and pulls off a sticky note, holding it up to Bro and Alt. On it is a drawing of an eye with a symbol in the center that sort of looks like the club suit in cards, but without the stem. This is the symbol of PUPIL. They've been causing trouble around town lately. Marvin got caught up with them. 

Marvin nods slowly.

Alt and Bro look at the symbol and both of their eyes widen. Then, Alt’s eyes darken and spark dangerously. “…just like SCLERA.” Alt looks to Marvin with sympathy, “…we get it, Marvin. We’ve been caught by our own company, SCLERA. And… others-“ He shudders.

"Hah... thanks." Marvin smiles weakly. "SCLERA, huh? What's that?" 

"It's the white part of your eye." Dr. Anti indicates his own eye, holding open the eyelids of his right eye and drawing attention to the misshapen pupil. "The protective tissue that covers everything but the cornea." 

"Eye symbolism persists between universes, then," Chase says. 

“Seems like it- freaking weird and creepy…” Bro mumbles.

"Um... course, it's not just PUPIL we're dealing with," Marvin continues hesitantly. "There's also the Magic Circle--Chase can tell you about that--and the shattered man. Normally we just call him Shattered, for convenience." He points at the corkboard again, where there's a series of blurry photographs.

Alt tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows, “mmm the magic circle is no fun to deal with sure… but the shattered man…?” He glitches over to look at the photos.

All the pictures are out of focus, like either the photographer or the subject are moving too much to get a good shot. The details are hard to see, but it's clearly a man, with bright blue glowing eyes, wearing some sort of long coat. One picture shows something metallic shining as well, thin and spindly. 

"He doesn't photograph well," Jackie comments.

Alt looks confused but… those eyes and the coat… the only one missing here is… “o-oh god…” he whispers, covering his mouth. 

Bro comes over and puts a hand on Alt’s shoulder. “Alt what-?” 

Alt grabs him and whispers into his ear, “Their villain is Schneep-!” 

Bro’s eyes widen. 

"None of us know what his deal is, but he's been harassing us for a couple years now," Marvin says while the brothers whisper. "And... recently, he--" his voice cracks, so he clears his throat. "He... I-I don't know this for sure, but he has to be the one who--" 

JJ takes something else off the corkboard. Another photograph, folded and crinkled like it's been held often. It's a picture of Marvin... and a little girl with curly brown hair and big brown eyes. She... looks a lot like him.

The brothers look at JJ and Alt takes the picture. His stomach drops. He looks up at Marvin with a heartbroken expression, “… you have a daughter…?”

Marvin nods slowly. "Her name is Skyler. She's eight. And she... went missing a while ago. S-some of the police think I..." 

They're wrong, JJ signs fiercely. And they're not very good at their jobs anyway. 

That makes Marvin laugh for a bit, but he quickly becomes serious again. "It... must have been Shattered. He's been after me in particular for a while. And then, when PUPIL took me, he fucking showed up and--got me out of there? But wouldn't explain anything about Skyler when I-I shouted at him about it." 

"My tracking spells aren't working," Chase mutters. "She has to be somewhere protected."

Alt’s eyes flash brightly with green and blue light as he grits his teeth. “…fuck finding the piece.” He growls. 

“What??” Bro gasps. 

“Fuck finding the piece!” Alt shouts, whirling around, “We’re helping find Skylar!” He says fiercely, determination burning in his eyes. “We have magic and knowledge this Shattered can’t be prepared for I'm sure- I’m not leaving a child here in danger…!”

Marvin blinks. "You... you guys would do that?" 

"Hey well--if you all have knowledge to help find where she is, we'll take you up on that anytime," Chase says. "Skyler's great, she's the sweetest little girl." 

"Shattered has this little pocket world, but we're not sure how to get there," Jackie says, running a hand through his hair. "He seems t'be the only one with a handle on it. If he has her, she's got to be in there."

Bro slowly nods, “…as much as I’m worried we’re getting in too deep into this… I couldn’t leave when a kid is lost with some dangerous villain…” 

Alt pulls out his phone and taps the screen, “Anti! Do you think there’s a way I can get into a pocket dimension? Or can you?”

The guys from this world all cluster around Alt's phone. 

"...what the fuck?" Dr. Anti whispers. 

Anti nods at him. "Long story. I'm also from another world, but a different one than these guys. But onto the question. All pocket dimensions have to connect to a world somehow. The entrance might shift, but there has to be at least one place. Or at least, that's how it works in this branch of the multiverse. There's guaranteed to be a place where this Shattered's world branches off from the main universe. I... might be able to sense where it is, but with my powers reduced like this we'd need to get close." 

"So... what, do I just drive you all around the city?" Marvin looks at the others.

“…maybe-“ Alt says, “Or… I could try glitching around but I could drain myself really fast that way…” 

Bro sighs and ruffles his hair before replacing his hat, “I take it flying isn’t a common occurrence here? So I couldn’t just.. fly Anti around-“

JJ blinks. Well... it wouldn't be the strangest thing the citizens see everyday, he signs. 

"But it still might not be the best idea," Dr. Anti says. 

Bro sighs heavily, “Yeahhhh probably. Damn.”

"Hey, uh... phone version of me.” Dr. Anti continues. “Would there be any other signs of a pocket dimension thing? Something detectable?" 

"I don't know your technology capabilities here," Anti states. 

If you're going to ask if Shawn can help, he's already looking, JJ says. He already knows it's a pocket dimension. I don't see how anything this Anti knows would help.

Alt tilts his head at JJ, “Who’s Shawn? …our J has a brother named that but- I’m assuming this guy is someone different.” 

JJ blinks. Then laughs. No, actually! Shawn is my brother--or, half-brother. 

"He's JJ's guy in the chair," Chase says. "Helps out with a lot of tech stuff. Good artist, too."

Alt and Bro blinks then Bro grins, “Yooo! It’s rare we actually get that right!” 

Alt purses his lips, “Guy in the chair? Ha- are you saying JJ is like… James Bond or something? A spy?” He laughs.

The others all look over at JJ. "Up to you," Dr. Anti says. "I wouldn't, but I'm not you." 

JJ grins widely. He takes his backpack off and reaches inside, pulling something out. And he slips it over his face. A purple hero mask--just like Bro's.

Bro makes a Pog face and points wildly at JJ, “YOOOOO?!?!?” He digs into his utility belt and pulls out his pink mask, putting it on so his hair flares to yellow green. “Same hat! Or… mask!! But instead of a hero- you’re a spy?!? That’s metal as fuck!!!”

JJ laughs. I don't know if it really counts as being a "spy" when it's just me and Shawn. But yes, I'm good at getting into places and finding information. 

"He has powers, too!" Chase says excitedly. 

"Why are you so excited? You have fucking magic!" Marvin laughs. 

It's nothing flashy, JJ says. And it's hard to demonstrate, too. Think of it like... ESP.

“Oh!! You can just like pick up on stuff!? That’s so cool! Sometimes that’s more useful than being good at punching stuff like me.” Bro laughs. 

Exactly! JJ nods. I pick up on the ~vibes~ The others smile. 

Alt grins, “That’s so fucking cool.” Then he shakes out his head, “Okay- focusing on Skyler though… you guys haven’t found anything yet so- I guess driving around is our best bet. I’m sure me or Anti can pick up something right?”

"Yep, sounds like it." Marvin nods. "I know it might take a while, but it's the best bet we have. To the van, then!" 

"Great." Chase takes off his cap and puts on his mask instead. "JJ, wanna put on your suit?" 

Can I change in your bathroom? 

"Of course." 

JJ nods. I'll just be a minute, then. And he heads to the bathroom, closing the door.

“Supersuit!! Nice!!” Bro grins, “Man- kinda wish I brought mine!” 

Alt rolls his eyes, “You’d just be showing off more than you already are-“ 

“Heyyy! I’m not showing off!” Bro pouts.

Jackie laughs. "Hey, I think it's wicked, man. Show off all you want!" 

JJ changes quickly, coming out of the bathroom in a purple-and-blue suit. The outfit is sort of reminiscent of an old-fashioned suit, but more practical, something of a classic superhero suit in its design. There's a brace-like thing on his wrist with a keyboard sort of device on it. 

"There's the Dapper Man!" Marivn says cheerfully.

 JJ rolls his eyes. I didn't choose that name, you know. 

"But it's so fitting!" 

“I can’t deny you do look very Dapper!” Bro laughs.

 Alt grins, “Looking Slick dude- we all good to go?”

"Yep." Chase nods. "Marvin?" 

"I've never been more glad that I got that van," Marvin says. "It'll make transporting you all so much easier. Good deal." 

"Great." Chase walks over to the apartment front door and opens it up. "And I've never been more glad that my flat is next to the stairwell. C'mon." 

The group goes down two sets of stairs--Chase's apartment is on the third floor from the ground, the second floor according to the numbering--and out into an attached car lot. Marvin leads the whole group to a parked van, silver in color, a little bit of rust around the edges but it's clearly taken care of.

Bro whistles as they see the van. “Nice ride! I keep telling Jackie he should get a van but he said it would make him an old man.” He laughs.

Alt glitches a bit, frowning at the car. “…this is gonna be rough-“ He grumbles to himself.

"I'm pretty sure you can all fit," Marvin says, opening up the driver's side door. "Who's getting the front seat?" 

It should probably be Alt, since he has the phone with that other Anti, JJ says. 

Meanwhile, Dr. Anti slides open the back door. "First three in have to go in the back."

Alt nods and glitches into the front seat. “Don’t mind Alt- he hates driving around- finds it’s too slow.” Bro chuckles, as he climbs into the van, okay with taking the back.

"I mean--that's fair," Chase says. 

"You all have to appreciate your autos more," Jackie says as he climbs in after Bro. "I'm all for a good walk, but it's so much easier to get everyone around." 

“Okay, grandpa,” Bro snickers. “We appreciate them! But when you can fly and glitch a car seems way slower.”

JJ climbs in next, taking the final spot, wedging in between Bro and Jackie. Then Dr. Anti gets in, and finally Chase. 

"Buckle up everyone," Marvin says, starting the car and pulling out into the street. 

As they drive, Jackie leans forward, looking at Bro and Alt. "So--what's your world like? Anything really odd out here to you?"

Alt blinks back at Jackie then laughs, “Oh… just everything is odd here for us. Like back home? Our Jackie is a dad- has 3 kids. Sweetest things in the world. He also runs a YouTube channel where he does superhero moves but like parkour. It’s pretty cool. Our Jameson is a hypnotherapist but is taking some time to learn some nursing things. And uh- we have a fellow actor friend- Henny, he’s from…1933? 90ish years. And he’s deaf which is how we know sign. And our …villain. His name is Magnificent.” He trails off after this, squeezing his necklace. 

"Oh, that is very odd." Jackie nods. "I can't picture myself raising kids or making short films like that--well, it is what I do now, but I don't do any of the filming." 

I've never heard of that hypnosis therapy, JJ says, interested. 

"It's pretty fascinating, if you ask me," Dr. Anti says. "Supposedly it can help people with sleep problems like insomnia." 

Bro nods, “Yeah Dr. J helps Jackie with his insomnia! That’s actually how they got back into each others lives! We all were in uni together-“ 

"We don't know anyone named Henny, I think," Chase says. "Unless you guys do and I don't." 

"Nope." Marvin shakes his head. 

Bro smiles sadly, “Yeah uh… I’m not sure you guys would- his full name is Henrik von Schneeplestein. Henny is his nickname.” 

"Oh? Interesting name," Dr. Anti says. "German or something, right?" 

“Yup! German and British- but he spoke more German as a lad so he still has a bit of an accent.” Bro says. 

Marvin looks a bit troubled. "Magnificent, huh...? That's uh... what my channel is called. MagnificentMagics."

Alt nods slowly, “…he used to be a Marvin… Marvin Mcloughlin… he’s not anymore. He’s been corrupted by black magic to become a… a monster. An evil puppet master who tries to steal as much magic as he can.” 

"...that's...fun," Marvin says slowly. He's gripping the steering wheel tightly. 

“I’m sorry-“ Alt says quickly to Marvin, “…it’s awful finding out you’re … so far from how you think you are in other universes. I know… just- trust me… the evil Marvin’s out there are far fewer than the evil Mes…” he sighs and curls up his legs a bit in the seat. “… but we’re different. We’re all different people. I don’t see Mag in you at all- and through all this? I think me and Chase have become pretty good judges of character.” He laughs a bit bitterly, “…that probably doesn’t mean much.. I just… I get it. God… I get it.” 

Marvin relaxes slightly. "Yeah... It's... weird to hear about. I mean, I-I can't even picture it, you know?" He glances at him and smiles. "Thanks. I... It's good to hear that." 

Dr. Anti leans forward a bit at the mention of evil Antis, but doesn't say anything. He only looks vaguely troubled. 

Alt smiles tightly, “I’m glad…” he glances back at Dr. Anti and looks- troubled too. He’s not sure he wants to get too into it. He shakes his head. “…we just have to remember we’re our own people… we write our own stories.” 

Chase shudders. "Black magic. I-I don't like that shit at all. Reminds me of the Magic Circle--though I don't think they would steal people's magic."

Bro nods to his other self, “Yeah it’s real freaky shit. Burns like hell too- made him all… not human. He’s a freaky motherfucker and I’m sooo glad he’s been leaving these last trips alone.” 

"You mean he's come with you to other worlds before?!" Chase blinks. "I sure hope he never shows up here!"

Bro laughs, “I hope so too! He’s a pain in the ass to deal with in these worlds! Gotta make sure in the future he can’t hitchhike with us- but… when we’re dealing with these rifts… he hasn’t been around.” 

“Maybe we finally found something he’s scared of,” Alt smirks.

Anti's voice comes from the phone. "Well, there's also the fact that I don't think Sam's rifts can be tracked as easily as your TRVLR use can be--to Magnificent, at least. That other me, the one following us, is probably able to detect both. Speaking of the TRVLR, by the way, I'm getting a feeling. I think it's from the next street over." 

Marvin blinks. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes. Something wrong with that?" 

"Well... we're approaching Project Street."

Alt pulls out his phone to look at Anti and furrows his eyebrows together. “You feel the TRVLR piece or the pocket world?” He asks.

"The pocket dimension," Anti confirms. "I can't sense the TRVLR piece, not by itself. It'd need to be the whole device, powered." 

JJ frowns. Perhaps... it's no coincidence. 

"We do suspect that the Shattered man has some... at the very least, some fascination with PUPIL," Dr. Anti says. "Maybe he linked up his dimension to this old building of theirs."

“…maybe both of them are in the same place,” Alt says quietly. 

Bro blinks, “That would very convenient-“

"Well, it would mean we spend less time in one world, and that's better if you ask me," Anti says. 

“Yeah… I want to save Skyler but I don’t want to lead the other Anti here..,” Alt mumbles.

Marvin turns onto Project Street, driving for a while. This area is filled with taller office buildings for various businesses. And... there's one with that symbol, the PUPIL logo. 

"...well, I think you guys are right, it is very convenient," Anti says. "Because I'm definitely getting a pocket dimension feeling from that building with the eye logo."

 Bro blinks then throws up his hands, “awesome! We save the kid and get the piece! Let’s go!” 

Alt pulls out the tracker- maybe he can see if the piece is in that building or… whatever is in this pocket dimension.The tracker tells him that the TRVLR piece is on the fifth floor of the building. 

Marvin pulls to the side of the street in front of the building. "I don't like seeing that logo again," he mutters. 

"Me neither," Dr. Anti agrees, quickly getting out of the car. "Let's get this over with."

Alt glitches out of the car and squints at the building. “Tracker says the piece is on the 5th floor. …Skyler comes first though.”

Chase gets out of the car next, and then JJ and Jackie. "well, if we know where your thing is, we can stop by after we find her," Chase says. 

Bro climbs out last and nods, “Sounds good.” 

"JJ, can you like... sense anything?" Chase asks.

JJ pauses, closing his eyes for a moment. We'll have to be careful. I think Shattered is already here. 

Dr. Anti walks up to the front door and tries it, but it's locked. There's a small card reader next to it. "Other me, Alt. Can your glitches get you in to unlock it from the inside?"

Alt looks at the key reader and hums, “if PUPIL left… why is this still on?” 

"Shattered probably has something to do with it," Jackie says, frowning. "He's smart like that." 

Alt puts a hand on the card reader and pumps it full of electricity.

The red light on the card reader suddenly disappears. Dr. Anti blinks. "I was thinking that you'd teleport to the other side and open it from there, but that works." 

Alt shrugs, “This seemed easier!” 

Dr. Anti tries the door again, and it opens up. The interior of the building is dim, lit only by the light coming in through windows. They walk into a small lobby, with a bland corporate-looking waiting area with a reception desk. Behind the desk is a directory, but many letters are missing, making it impossible to tell what departments were originally here. There's a hallway that branches off to the back and a glass door to an office-looking space to the left. 

Alt glitches inside, looking around.

"Hang on." Marvin darts back to his car, grabs something, and returns. It's a small handgun. 

Where did you get that?! JJ asks in surprise. 

"Picked it up from the PUPIL compound I got stuck in."

Bro jumps a bit as Marvin shows the gun, “Oh woah! …I mean- this is your daughter in there… I guess this is justified.” He laughs a bit nervously. 

Marvin nods. "Honestly, I think this won't do much damage to Shattered anyway. But better safe than sorry." 

The inside is quiet. The rest of the group files in, looking around. Chase holds out his hand and conjures an orb of golden light, a miniature sun the size of a golf ball. "Creepy," he mutters. 

JJ nods in agreement. He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a collapsible staff, which he extends to its full length. 

Looks like down the hallway is an elevator and set of stairs, along with a couple ajar doors that seem to be storage for files and cleaning supplies. 

Alt holds out his phone, “Anti… can you tell what floor the pocket world is on or is it just.. a general feeling?” He asks quietly, eyes darting around.

Anti pauses, static crackling from the phone speaker. "Upstairs, I think. I can't tell you specifically, though." 

"Lift or stairs, then?" Jackie asks. 

Never take the lift in an emergency, JJ says.

Alt nods, “Stairs then-“ He’s gotten pretty serious now as he glitches on and off- towards the stairs. 

“Oh Jesus- Alt! You gotta wait for the rest of us!” Bro hisses after him, quickly moving to follow.The others run after Bro as well. 

The staircase here is U-shaped, steps going up to a landing, and then another set of steps turning around and going up to another landing, that one having a door with the number 1 painted on the wall next to it--the entrance to the first floor after the ground. As the group heads up the staircase, the door swings shut behind them... and there's a strange cracking sound. Like ice in warm water. 

Jackie's eyes widen. "Watch ou--!" 

Then the wall seems to break, shards of a glass-like material flying out towards everyone. A figure lunges towards Marvin.

JJ throws his arms out, blocking the glass from Jackie and Anti but getting cut himself, one bit lodging in his shoulder. Chase tries to throw up a magical shield but the glass is too fast and slices past him, making him gasp in pain. Alt glitches quickly and slides back away from the wall, eyes wide. Bro dodges the glass with a hint of his super speed then looks bewildered. “the fuck was that?!” 

Marvin cries out as the figure grabs onto him, pushing him up against the bannister of the stairs. "You came! I knew you would come find her!" a voice says, a strange crackling sound underneath every word, like someone using a bad microphone on a video call.

“Marvin!” Alt calls and quickly glitches to try to tackle the figure away from him.

Alt hits the figure and knocks him to the side, down onto the first landing. He's looking down at a familiar face, now distorted. The figure has messy brown hair and pale skin. His irises glow bright blue, and the sclera of his right eye is black. They stare at Alt from behind a set of glasses with shattered lenses. And... the face is... cracked. Like it's made of porcelain that was broken and clumsily put back together. 

Alt growls dangerously at first as he pushes the man to the ground, lightning and magic sparking around him. Then, he takes in his face and he can’t help but gasp. It’s… awful- seeing his friend’s face distorted and cracked and full of madness. Reminding him both of Henny and stitched Schneep.

The man grins madly. "Oh? Who are you? You're not supposed to be here." He laughs. "Get off me." Something grabs onto Alt's left shoulder, squeezing tight. 

"Alt, watch out for his hand!" Chase shouts.

Alt feels the thing grabbing his shoulder become sharp, piercing through his hoodie into his skin. He’s so unnerved that he doesn’t fully process Chase’s warning until it’s too late. He screams and crashes somewhat to his side as he tries to process what the hell just happened. 

“Alt!” Bro cries out and then bares his teeth and flies down to try to punch the new man in the face.

The stranger starts to sit up, only to have his head snapped back again as Bro punches him solidly. There's a loud, disturbing CRAK! sound, like the handle snapping off a ceramic mug. The Shattered man laughs again. "You're not supposed to be here, either." 

Bro recoils back in horror at the sound, looking scared. 

There's another one of those cracking sounds, and suddenly the man is standing at the top of the other staircase, on the second landing. He's wearing a long black cloak over a blue shirt and pants, with tall black boots. The cracks on his face seem deeper now, and more cracks cover the rest of his body. In fact, his right shoulder ends in shards, a broken-off piece. His right arm has been replaced by a skeletal metal prosthetic. The fingers of the hand are long, thin, and sharp at the end... dripping with Alt's blood. "You cannot bring more people, that is not how this should be! No, no." 

Bro looks behind him quickly as Shattered appears on the other staircase with wide eyes and a slacked jaw. “H-Hen…!” He whispers in terror.

Shattered tilts his head. "Hen? Like a chicken? You are so funny, stranger!" 

"Where the hell is my daughter?!" Marvin demands, aiming his handgun at Shattered.

Alt bites back groans of pain as he pushes himself up and stares up, “W-what the hell…?” He breathes. He then grits his teeth and glitches up, getting behind Shattered and building up a giant ball of electricity to throw at him.

But then Shattered notices how Alt disappears, and he quickly vanishes from sight, barely dodging the magic blast. He reappears even higher in the stairwell, leaning over the bannister to look down at all the others. "I was expecting you to bring friends, Marvin, but not strangers! In any case, I am only opening it up for you. Don't you want to see her?" 

"O-of course I do!" Marvin stammers. 

Chase adjusts the mask on his face and throws something up into the air--a cloud of glowing gold magic. The cloud reaches Shattered and suddenly solidifies and pulls him down over the edge of the banister. He shrieks in surprise as he falls, landing on the banister around the landing Alt's on with another CRAK! But he quickly recovers and slides smoothly to his feet. "Much more vicious than last I saw you, Magician!"

Bro staggers back, eyes wide. Alt yells in rage and glitches to try to grab Shattered again, “I can show you fucking vicious!” He snarls, building up more electric magic in his hand.

Shattered's eyes widen as he's grabbed, and then he yelps, shocked, as the magic hits him. But then he laughs. "Another Magician! How unexpected! And so angry, too." His metal hand grabs onto Alt's wrist, and the smile disappears. "Be careful, Magician. If I do not clear the way, the way will not be found." 

"H-he's right, Alt!" Jackie shouts. "He's the only one who can get people in and out of his pocket world!" 

"Hmm?" Shattered's head rolls over to look at Jackie. "Ah, how have you been, Doll?" 

Jackie flinches. "Sh-shut your fucking mouth!"

Alt bares his teeth at Shattered, his skin prickling wildly with glitches. But, Jackie’s warning does get him to loosen up a bit- until Shattered calls Jackie a doll. He yells and goes to cup his hand over Shattered’s mouth, magic sparking like he’s threatening to zap him, “S̸h̶u̴t̵ ̷u̵p̵!” He spits, “You wanna be a bitch? I’ll make you open the way then! I’m pretty good at finding what makes things like you scared.” 

“A-Alt!” Bro cries out, worried to see Alt so angry. “L-Listen to everyone else!” 

"Y-yeah!" Marvin shouts, voice cracking. "I-if something happens--w-we won't get her back!"

The Shattered man doesn't look scared as Alt threatens him. If anything, he looks fascinated. 

Alt’s eyes spark with even more anger as he recognizes the look in Shattered’s eyes. He bends down so all he can see is his furious face and sparking eyes. “I hate things like you- tearing everything apart to try to see how it works- I know that fucking look in your eyes-! You only did this to find more fucking subjects didn’t you? I’ll tear you f̷u̷c̵k̴i̷n̶g̷ ̷a̸p̴a̴r̴t̴-̵!̶” 

“ALT!” Bro yells and zips over to grab Alt off of Shattered and pull him away, breathing heavy and looking down at him with wide eyes. 

Alt screeches in protest and tries to fight out of Bro’s grip- but the older brother holds firm. “Let me go, C̸h̷a̴s̸e̶!̵” 

“Listen man I know this is fucked up but you gotta calm down!” Bro pleads. 

Alt just lets out a glitchy cry of anger, any words he’s saying crackling incoherently. 

As soon as Alt has let go of him, Shattered disappears and reappears farther up the staircase, accompanied by that same cracking sound. He doesn't say anything, just sits on a stair and looks down at the others. 

The rest of the group rushes up the stairs, joining Bro's side. JJ steps in front of Alt so he can see his signs. A-L-T, please, I know this must be hitting a nerve, but take a step back. We can't fight him now. Not while he has Marvin's daughter.

Alt breathes heavily through gritted teeth, magic sparking wildly around him as he glares at Shattered. 

Bro holds him tight and mutters calming words to him, his arms shaking, “I know… I know little bro… just- we need to find Skyler first…!” 

"We'll kill him after," Dr. Anti promises, glaring up at Shattered. 

Marvin looks up at him as well. "W-where is she?" he asks again, voice cracking. 

"Where do you think?" Shattered says in a quieter voice.

“Just answer the f̶u̵c̶k̴i̴n̷g̸ ̸ question!” Alt screeches out to Shattered. “Stop playing with us, you fuck!”

"She's in my workplace," Shattered says calmly. "Doll called it my pocket world. But I was not planning on letting anyone through but Marvin. Not Doctor, not Hero, not Magician, not Doll, and not an angry Magician and his less angry Hero." 

Marvin frowns. "I-I'm not going to be stupid enough to walk into your pocket dimension by myself." 

"Then maybe I can be convinced to let one or two others come. Not the angry Magician, though."

“B̶a̵s̷t̷a̷r̷d̶!” Alt bites out, fighting in Bro’s grip again, “Is it cuz you’re fucking scared, pussy?!”

“Alt, c-c’mon dude! Breathe!” Bro hisses, surprised he’s been able to hold back Alt this long.

"I don't like angry people," Shattered says, frowning at Alt. "They get upset and break things and things are fragile enough in there." 

"L-let's think about this calmly," Chase says. "I-if Marvin goes in there alone, h-he might not come out again. We need a couple people to go in and make sure everything works out." 

Jackie shakes his head. "I... I-I'll stay out here." 

"Aw." Shattered frowns, looking vaguely disappointed. "But I miss you." 

"It's not mutual," Jackie hisses. 

“I’ll break your F̶U̶C̷K̷I̸N̸G̵ ̴F̴A̴C̷E̸-” Alt screams, “You’re a sick psychopath for kidnapping a little girl!! I don’t care if you look like my friend I̸’̶L̸L̷ ̸K̴I̴L̵L̴ ̵Y̵O̴U̶!̸” 

“ANTI!!” Bro raises his voice then lets him go for long enough to grab his shoulders and turn him around. “Anti please- listen to me.” He says quietly, trying to meet Alt’s furious eyes, “I know this is hard- I know this is bringing up bad memories and you’re feeling so angry right now- but y-you don’t want Skyler getting hurt right? Your anger isn’t gonna save her- not with this guy.” 

Alt looks away, fists balled up so tight he’s shaking. “…I-I can’t sit here and do nothing-“ 

���You’re gonna have to now- cuz you can’t hold back your emotions.” Bro says sternly. “I know why… but now you g-gotta stay out here.. with Jackie, okay?” 

Alt opens his mouth to argue, but Bro’s eyes spark with anger too as he growls, “Okay?”

"You're not going to be doing nothing," Dr. Anti says. "We're going to find your TRVLR piece so we can get out of here as soon as possible." 

Jackie raises an eyebrow. "You're staying out here, too?" 

"I'm not leaving you al--I mean, this is clearly the most efficient way to go about it," Dr. Anti says.

Marvin laughs. "Right. Sure." 

Alt still looks furious about this and rips his arm away from Bro, anger still bright in his eyes as the brothers glare each other down. He spares one more glance at everyone else before he glitches away into the upper floors in a burst of power like a lightning bolt. 

“Alt!” Bro yells after him then he growls under his breath, “Goddamnit!” 

Marvin nods at Dr. Anti. "You go be efficient, then. I'm guessing Bro is coming with me, what about you, Chase? JJ?" 

Well of course we're going with you, JJ says. 

"Ah, three with Marvin is pushing it." Shattered stands up. "So will you choose two Heroes or a Hero and Magician?"

Bro blinks at Shattered’s ultimatum and smiles sadly at Marvin, “…it’s up to you dude- I’ll help if I can but… you all know Skyler better.”

Marvin stares back at Bro and nods. "Chase? Do you mind?" 

"Oh! Y-yeah, of course, anything to help." Chase says. He glances at JJ. "Is that okay?" 

It's fine. JJ looks up towards the upper floors. I get the feeling I'll be more helpful here right now. 

"Excellent!" Shattered grins. He moves to the side, and the air behind him seems to... well, shatter. Like it was a pane of glass the whole time, and now a hole has opened up in it, big enough for a person to walk through. The other side of the new hole is hard to see, but it's definitely black, blue, and chrome. "Careful of the sharp edges of space!" 

Marvin goes a bit pale, but his grip on his gun tightens. He takes a deep breath. "Well... let's go, then."

Bro watches this with wide eyes. He glances upwards with worry for a second before he shuts his eyes and smiles with determination at Marvin. “Let’s go save your daughter.”

Marvin nods at him. "L-let's all go together." 

"No, it's not big enough," Chase says. "I'll go first." He braces himself, and walks forward through the portal. As soon as Marvin and Bro are through, Shattered grins at the others and steps through as well. The opening immediately snaps shut. 

JJ, Jackie, and Dr. Anti all look at each other. "Well... let's go find Alt, then," Jackie says. 

I think I know where he is, JJ says, and starts up the stairs.

[flowercrowngods]

i am so normal about them

Her eyes are watery when she looks at him, and maybe so are Steve’s. They make an odd pair. Eleven in his clothes that only stay in place out of sheer luck and iron will, her face dirty, her hands scraped up.

Steve takes her hands gently and turns them with their palms up. “What happened?” He tries not to sound anxious, there’s a good chance she just slipped on the muddy ground and had to catch her fall, running around and falling like kids do. But she’s no normal kid, and the government was sort of on his ass about it today, ready to take him out to get to her, so…

“I fell,” she says. “Tried to climb a tree.”

Steve nods. “Did anyone follow you today? Like what happened at the diner?”

Eleven frowns at him, confused and wary once again, and Steve doesn’t understand why. He’s just about to explain what he means when she answers, “No.”

“Good,” he says and breathes a sigh of relief. “Then let’s get your wounds cleaned up, yeah? So you won’t hurt anymore.”

Eleven nods and follows him into the bathroom upstairs, the one Steve slept in the other night. He cleans up her wounds, applies some salve and finishes with two giant bandaids that almost cover her palms. Maybe he should have cut them in half, but it’s too late now anyway.

“See?” he says with a gentle smile, coaxing her gaze from her hands up to his eyes. “You’ll be good as new soon.”

She doesn’t return the smile and the air of wariness is still there. It’s starting to make him worry, so he sits down on the tiled floor in front of her and asks, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head and looks down at her hands again.

“You can tell me,” Steve says. “I promise I won’t be mad.”

She perks up then and inclines her head. “Promise?”

“Yeah it’s… it’s something you can’t break. When you promise something, you have to do it. It has to be true. You can’t lie about promises.”

El takes it all in and swallows before sitting down as well, facing him. “The diner. How do you know?”

Oh. Oh, right. Right, he isn’t supposed to know. He fucking slipped up.

His heart is racing once more and he doesn’t know how to explain it, how to tell her. Doesn’t even know if he can tell her. If he should.

“Remember how I told you I’m not the bad guy? I promise I’m not. It’s just… I know a few things. What’s going to happen and what has already happened.”

Immediately she reaches for his left arm, inspecting his wrist, and Steve is confused for all of two seconds before it dawns on him.

“Not like that,” he breathes, letting her drop his arm gently back into his lap. “I’m just Steve. I’m trying to save my friends because the bad guy, he won. And for some reason, I get to try again so he won’t win this time. I know about Doctor Brenner and what you can do, but I promise I’m not going to hurt you or… or tell anyone about you. I can’t— I can’t really explain the whole story. Honestly, I don’t even understand what happened myself. All I know is that I have to save them. I have to try.”

El looks at him, taking it all in. But she spent her morphed version of a childhood around children who were experiments for the government. All her life was filled with the inexplicable — except for her, that’s normal. So she doesn’t demand more explanations from Steve, doesn’t even bat an eye at his story that neither of them truly understands.

“Okay,” she breathes instead and takes his hand in hers. “Thanks.”

Steve just nods and tries to fight the wave of dread that’s flooding him. Now that he’s said it out loud, it’s somehow become more real. Now Eleven knows. Now he can’t avoid that version of the truth anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he breaks the silence. “I just didn’t know how. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Not scared,” El says. “Promise.”

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 52

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2351

Warnings: None

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: None

Chapter Songs: My Little Girl Daddy's Little Girl

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Ghost

"Do it," Hangman said, leaning forward on the table. "Like a bandaid. Just rip it off."

"Do it, although maybe not as violently as a bandaid," Rooster countered, giving his wingman a skeptical sideways glance, "test the waters, like unwrapping a taped ankle or something."

"You know you need to do it when Bradshaw and I agree on something."

"Don't use logic against me," Ghost snapped lightly, massaging the sides of her temple. It was only ten in the morning, and she'd woken up barely an hour ago, but she was still exhausted, still unable to sleep well due to the concussion. "Mav's not even home right now; he's at the warehouse. And what do I even do? Waltz on in there and say: hey, Maverick. I think my mom lied to me my whole life about who my dad was, and I think it's actually you instead of Nathan Winchester. I came to this conclusion with super circumstantial evidence that makes sense to me and a couple of others, but there's still no physical proof." 

"Yeah, that sounds good to me."

"You may be the best of the best in the Navy, but not when it comes to this."

"I beg to differ, but I won't argue since your concussion is clouding your judgment."

Ghost opened her mouth to make a sarcastic retort when the doorbell rang. "Saved by the bell," she muttered, getting up to answer it. Opening the door revealed Penny with a dish in hand. "Hey! Come in, come in."

Ghost moved aside, allowing Penny entry. With a bright smile, she strode in and said, "Thought I'd bring you a mac n' cheese casserole for dinner tonight."

"Thank you!" Ghost replied, mouth watering when she got a whiff of the still-warm dish as Penny walked by her. 

"What are you kids up to?"

Hangman grinned and, in a joking tone, replied, "Wondering if Mav might be Ghost's dad since they're so much alike."

A flicker of emotion flashed across Penny's face, so brief that it would've been easily missed by most who stood or sat far away, like the boys, but Ghost didn't. She saw it.

"I can see it," Penny remarked, recovering swiftly. "What made you come up with that idea?"

"I caught my mom in some lies," Ghost admitted, sighing dejectedly. "They alter the timeline of when she knew Maverick, and, well, if they're true, it would mean she didn't meet my dad until she was already pregnant with me, and Mav was the only guy she dated before him, so that would mean-" 

"Pete is your dad," Penny finished, setting the dish down on the counter. "I'm guessing you haven't talked to him about this?"

"No. I was trying to figure that out with these two, one of whom was no help-"

"Bradshaw's usually useless," Hangman said. Rooster whacked him violently on the shin with one of his crutches. "Ow!"

"Children, behave," Ghost chastised, pointing a firm finger at both of them. She turned back to Penny. "I don't know how I'd bring it up. I want to, but to do it tactfully without scaring him-"

"Pete wouldn't be scared. If you want my opinion, he would be thrilled to have you as a daughter, but he won't know until you tell him. Maybe he could help you figure out for sure if you are."

Ghost fiddled with her dog tags. "You really think so?"

"I do. And I'm always right. He's at his warehouse, but maybe don't tell him you're coming. He may start panicking over what it could be about, and he's worrying enough about you and Rooster as it is."

Hangman opened his mouth to speak, but Rooster cut in and warned, "If you're about to make another smart-ass comment-"

"I wasn't! I wouldn't. I was going to offer you a ride," Hangman protested, pursing his lips before adding, "and be the helpful one in this situation."

Hangman moved out of range before Rooster could whack him again. Ghost sighed yet again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Boys, please, behave, or I'll drive myself."

"You can't drive with your concussion."

"If I can escape enemy territory with a punctured lung and concussion, I'll take my risk driving on the open road so I don't have to deal with you two. Now, when do we want to go?"

"We'll do it now before you chicken out," Hangman said, grabbing his keys from the counter. "Come on."

Rooster stood, saying, "Ghost, as much as I love your apartment, I'm also very tired of sitting around and doing nothing. I'm coming with you two."

"That means I'll have to leave you in the car with Hangman while I'm talking to Mav," Ghost pointed out, wagging her finger at the two men. "I don't trust you two not to kill each other."

"I'll behave," Rooster promised. Hangman echoed the sentiment, and against her better judgment, Ghost relented. She grabbed a thermal grocery bag and stuffed the casserole in it, figuring they'd be at the warehouse for a while and would need food. After Penny left, the trio climbed into Hangman's truck. Rooster took the back to stretch out his injured leg. Ghost settled into the passenger seat and closed her eyes, trying to block out the bright sun since wearing sunglasses hurt her head after only a few minutes. Rooster and Hangman had a surprisingly civil conversation with only a few humorous jabs at each other, but Ghost stayed quiet, and they let her, recognizing she needed to be alone with her thoughts. 

She was really doing this. She was really going to confront Maverick about her parentage. Ghost would finally have an answer to the question lingering over her like a dark cloud since the crash. Would Penny be right? Would Maverick be thrilled to have her as a daughter if she was, in fact, his? Or had Penny said that to simply be supportive? Oh, God, should she be doing this?

Ghost's mind ran a mile a minute, including the epiphany: It's too late to turn around now. I have to do this. Don't panic. It'll be fine... if I can survive a mid-air crash, commandeer an enemy plane, eject twice in the same day, and die and come back, then I can do this. God help me. Mom, if you're listening, I'll need your help too...

"We're here," Hangman announced. Ghost groggily opened her eyes. "Ah, Sleeping Beauty is finally awake!"

"How long was I out?" Ghost mumbled, wincing at the sunlight.

Hangman adjusted her sun visor to block the light from her reaching her eyes. "Most of the trip. You ready?"

"No. Not at all, but we're here, so just be on standby in case I need to get out of here if he doesn't take it well."

"You've got this," Rooster assured, reaching from behind the seat and gently squeezing her good shoulder. "We'll be here when and if you need us."

"All right. I'll come get you when I'm done. Try not to kill each other while I'm away." Ghost got out of the car before she could convince herself otherwise. Hands shoved into her jacket pockets, she slowly walked to the hangar entrance and stepped inside. She could hear the slight clanking of metal from the other side of the P-51, giving away her target's location.

Deep breath, Ghost. Deep breath. I've got this. "Mav?"

The clanking stopped, and Maverick's head poked around the side of the plane, genuine bewilderment on his face. "Ghost!"

"Surprise?" she said sheepishly. "Sorry to barge in on you like this. I hope-"

He rushed over to her, looking up and down with concern. "Are you okay? Is Rooster okay? Wait, how did you get here? Did you drive?"

"We're fine, we're both fine," Ghost said reassuringly, "and Hangman drove me. Rooster's in the truck with him right now."

A smile tugged on the corners of his lips. "You sure they're not going to kill each other?"

"Not really."

"Is-is there a reason you've relegated them to the truck?"

"I, uh, I needed to talk to you. In private. Hangman was just my ride, and Rooster joined because he was going stir-crazy. I guess they're kind of my moral support too. I'm rambling. Um-" Ghost backed away from Maverick and started pacing back and forth, letting the words out in a chaotic jumble- "I don't know where to begin with this, so I'm just going to go for it. When Rooster and I were stranded in enemy territory, we started talking, and I don't even remember how we got to that point in the conversation, but we did, and it was about my mom, and I learned that she lied to me my whole life about when she knew you. It wouldn't have been a big deal had it been a year after she said she met you, but it was the year before, which means Mom met my dad when she was already pregnant with me, and the only other guy she ever mentioned before Dad was you and-" 

Ghost stopped and faced Maverick. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She felt on the verge of hyperventilating from nerves, and her body shook from anxiety, but she'd come this far. She had to finish. Taking a deep breath, Ghost said, "This is going to sound crazy, and who knows, maybe I am, and I read into too much circumstantial evidence, but I think- I think you might be my-"

"Dad?" Maverick finished softly, strangely unfazed by the news Ghost to be earth-shattering. Unless...

"Yeah... do- do you know about this already?"

Maverick nodded. "I wanted to tell you-"

"How long have you known?" Ghost interrupted, trepidation settling in her bones. If he'd known for a short time, that was one thing. But what if he'd known for a long time? What if he'd known since she was born? If that was the case, why hadn't he said anything? The only feasible answer Ghost could produce was that Maverick didn't want her knowing, most likely because he didn't want a kid outside of Bradley. The idea made Ghost's heart drop.

"I only learned right before the mission," Maverick admitted, fiddling with the wrench. "I debated telling you beforehand but didn't want to risk distracting you from the mission with the news. You grew up with Nathan Winchester as your dad, and while me being your biological dad doesn't change that, it's still not necessarily an easy pill to swallow. I also wasn't sure you'd want me to-" Maverick dropped his gaze to the wrench in his hands- "I wasn't sure you'd want me to be your dad now."

Ghost smiled sympathetically at him. "I didn't say anything sooner because I wasn't sure you wanted me to be your daughter..."

"Had I known Charlie was pregnant with you, I would've- I would've been there for you," Maverick said, his voice cracking. "I wish I had been."

"I know you would've," Ghost replied, taking a hesitant step forward. As much as she would've liked for Maverick to have been there for her since she was born, a realization dawned on her, and it might be the only thing that could wipe away Mav's guilt over the situation. "But if you had been, it would've taken you away from Bradley, and I don't want this to come across as- as insensitive, but he needed you more than I did. I had Mom and Dad; Bradley needed you and Carole. And hey, we both turned out all right in the end, I think."

"You turned out better than 'all right.' I am lucky to have such an amazing daughter as you. I may not have been there for you growing up, but I want to be there for you now and in the future if you'll let me."

Tears welled in Ghost's eyes. Nodding vigorously, she rushed forward and threw her arms around Maverick's neck. She'd felt so alone ever since Charlie died despite knowing she had so many people surrounding her, but with Maverick's confirmation that he was, in fact, her dad and that he wanted to be her dad, that loneliness evaporated in an instant. Ghost had lost what she thought was her entire family: her mom, her sister, and her dad. Now, for once, Ghost felt she had finally gained something. She'd found a new dad and couldn't be happier.

Maverick didn't let her go until Ghost pulled away. She noticed his cheeks had tears rolling down them. He wiped them off and said, "You have no idea how stressed I've been trying to figure out how to tell you this or if I should tell you at all. It's why I came out here- to think it all over and come up with an action plan."

"Penny suggested you'd take it well, and Hangman essentially made me do it now before I chickened out," Ghost confessed sheepishly. She thought back to her earlier conversation with Penny and realized something. "She knew, didn't she? "

"Yeah, Penny knew. She's the one who suggested I come out here. I felt bad leaving her after just asking her to marry me, but she insisted."

"Well, now, when we return, we can celebrate with everyone, and your mind won't be preoccupied with your 'dad' status."

"She said something similar."

"Great minds think alike. On a different note-" Ghost peered over her shoulder at Hangman's truck- "are you okay if I go get them? I'm kind of worried that Rooster might've shoved his crutch down Hangman's throat. They've been at it all morning."

"I guess it's better than shoving it up the other end," Maverick joked, causing both of them to grin. "But yeah, go get them. I don't want my son getting arrested for aggravated assault."

"Agreed. I'll be right back!" Ghost turned on her heel to fetch the boys, but Maverick called out for her. "Yeah, Mav?"

"I love you, Kid," he said sincerely.

Warmth spread through her veins. "I love you, too, Dad."

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 46

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n is sick, so there's a lot of napping here. As usual, there are shenanigans, too.

Author’s Note: Ok so my aim rn is to post at least once a month :'D Let's hope I can actually follow through...

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Although we left the tower from the main floor, Magnus brought us back through the teleportation hall. I’ve only ever been over here a few times, and it’s just as beautiful and dramatic as you’d expect a hall of cubbies with portals in them to look. 

Spotlights shine over each glowing floor crest. Dense ivy is climbing nearly every wall, because of course Magnus’ arborie extends down here too. Some worn-out, brassy plaques that once stated the location that each portal led to are fastened to the stone in-between each red velvet curtain, which are held up by golden rods. Some of them conceal the portals that they're intended to hide, and others are haphazardly bunched open.

As Magnus and I silently near the end of the hall, we both turn to each other. Something feels… weird.

“Do you hear that?” he asks into my head.

I furrow my brows, then shut my eyes, really trying to focus my senses. I hear… oh for fuck’s sake, is that— “Camilla?” I finish my thought back to the wizard. 

He sighs. His eyelids close. Takes a deeper breath, nodding. Mentally preparing for the confrontation, I assume. 

I wince, remembering how my other encounters with that witch have gone. I haven’t seen her much — just the day I met her, and one other surprise visit. None of it was terrible, I guess, but they weren’t the coziest experiences I’ve had to endure either.

My eyes widen as my thoughts jump to their next subject. Seb.

I whisper, “Fuck, she’s probably torturing the poor guy.”

Another sigh emits from my partner. Matching my volume, he submits. “Well, let’s get this over with…” 

I have to hide a grin. Is it sadistic of me to find his resentment towards Camilla kind of amusing? I mean, he’s typically so laid back, y’know?

While we quietly pad through the bookshelves and back to the room where we began today's activities, I try to focus on Camilla. Channeling my energy, and whatever… aaand…

Damn. Still can’t mind-read. I thought maybe the tension would, like, encourage it out of me or something…? I dunno. 

Maybe some other time.

Probably not.

Fuck.

Whatever.

A few more steps and I’m able to make out her words. She sounds just as unnecessarily sultry as I remember her. “Anyway, how have you been faring, tiger?” Tiger?! I stifle a laugh. “I never thought I’d see you around here again.”

“She must not have gotten here too long ago,” I observe into Magnus’ head, peering up at him as we slow to a halt just a few paces from the room our visitor is occupying. He nods in agreement. 

“If you’d like, you can wait upstairs. I won’t subject you to her if you feel uneasy.”

“Too late. Ripping the bandaid off!” 

Before Magnus can register what I‘ve “said,” I turn the corner. Camilla, probably having been fully aware of our presence for a hot minute or two, turns to me as if in cue. 

“Hey, sweetie~” God, does she have to say it so... seductively? I feel a light tingle in my cheeks and avert all eye contact as I offer a meek “Hi.” I see the witch peer behind me from the edge of my vision, and her grin turns more devilish as I brave her face again. “Razzy!!”

“Spirits protect me,” he murmurs aloud. “Camilla.” He pairs her name with a curt nod. 

She looks tickled. Camilla totally knows he hates her. She has to, I mean, look at them! The lady just knows how to make the best of it. I respect that, honestly. 

I look towards Seb, who looks absolutely exhausted. I wonder if he managed to get even a wink of sleep. As Camilla struts towards Magnus and I, with her focus plastered on the older wizard — thank god — I maneuver towards the couch and plop myself next to Sebastian. 

I can’t resist.

“Hey there, tiger~”

Seb deadpans me. “I will end you.”

I snort. “Sorry, jeez! You alright, love?” I whisper as he leans his head on my left shoulder. My corresponding hand instinctively draws upward, promptly running my fingers through his fluffy, pitch black hair.

He simply groans.

A soft chuckle escapes me, and I pat a kiss onto his forehead before dropping his fringe and leaning my temple against his scalp. I fidget with the shoulder of his shirt and shut my weary eyes, just enjoying the contact with Seb after today. There’s still plenty of daylight left, but I think the excitement combined with the wine has me feeling a little drained. I’m choosing to ignore the potential illness I might experience from skinnydipping in cold water and cold weather like a dumbass, good lord Magnus I would be so mad at you if I had it in me—

“You sleep at all?” I cut my thoughts off.

“Barely…” Seb grumbles, “By the time my body decided to cooperate with me, I had about 10 minutes before she appeared.”

“Hm…” I look up to the other spellcasters in the room, who have relocated from the doorway. Camilla still has her back to us.  “We can try and sneak up to Magnus’ bed for a nap while she’s distracted if you want,” I suggest. “Not sure how focused she is on listening to us right now, y’know?”

Seb sighs. Then, he nods.

“I’m sorry,” I invade Magnus as we stand up and tip-toe to the doorway. “Good luck down here. We’ll be in your room.”

I look over at Magnus, who peers towards us while Camilla focuses her attention to the long, glowy, fancy scroll in her hands. His face stays stoic, but his eyes light up at the sound of my voice; and as he nods his response, he offers a wink.

What does that wink mean? Was it just cheeky? Or does he think we’re leaving to, like, fuck or something?

“Don’t have too much fun without me, dear.” 

Oooh, he thinks we’re fucking. 

I’m pretty sure neither of us have any intention to engage in that — I’d envisioned more of a cozy nap together, perhaps — yet I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if the tables were turned from this morning, with Magnus walking in on Seb and I rather than it being the opposite. 

Phew. I need to think of literally anything else before I short circuit and walk into a wall.

I take Seb’s hand in mine as we wordlessly trek up the basement stairs and through the main floor. Feeling the new piece of jewelry adorning my hand, Seb raises it to his face as we walk up the next set of stairs.

“What’s this?”

“Magnus finally asked me out. Made me a fancy magic ring to go with it.”

“It’s about time,” Seb grins lazily, lightly teasing the absent wizard. “Looks pretty.” He presses a kiss to the knuckle just above my ring, lightly tugging me through the doorway to Magnus’ room. 

“You look pretty,” I quip back.

“I look like shit, actually.” He lets go of my hand and collapses onto the unmade bed, belly-first.

I wrap around to the other side — there’s more than enough room for both of us to sprawl — as I respond, “Still pretty.”

Laying down much more gently, I curl up on my side and away from Seb. “By the way, I might have a cold coming on, in case you wanna keep your distance. I don’t want to get you sick with how busy your work has been lately.”

The bed shifts slightly, and I feel fingers running through my still damp tresses. Mmmm this is nice.

“You two get caught in the rain or something?”

“No,” I sigh. “We went swimming…”

I head a light snort behind me. “Where the hell did he take you where it was warm enough to swim?”

“Bold of you to assume it was warm enough,” I respond, closing my eyes. Melting into the light scratches of Seb’s nails on my scalp, the feathery tugs to release the knots from my hair, the warmth of his fingers... “Same weather as here, basically,” I mention quietly, trying to break out of this comfy stupor. I sniffle and clear my throat before continuing, “It was a magical little forest clearing with a lake and waterfalls and stuff. Looked like it was ripped from Skyrim or some shit.” 

“Any creatures?”

“Only fish.” I hear a soft tut behind me and smile. He was probably hoping for some fancy new frogs. “They were cute, but I was secretly hoping a junimo or two would pop out of the woods to say ‘hi.’”

“I was banking on you meeting some fancy new frogs or something.” Called it! “That still sounds nice though. I’m glad you two had fun out there.”

I nod, scooching back towards Seb. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer, tapping a kiss to my head. I hum contentedly. Use my feet and lower legs to shimmy the blankets onto me. Manage to get them up to my knees before reaching down to pull them high enough to cover the lower part of my face. God, they smell so nice. Like Magnus, but with whatever detergent he uses mixed in. Some cottony type of smell. 

I feel some shifting behind me, and then my back feels a little warmer. Seb must’ve tucked himself in too. 

“Comfy?” I murmur, already feeling myself drifting off. 

He hums an affirmation, and it’s the last thing I can register before sleep takes me.

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I wake to a baritone sigh from somewhere across the room. I keep my eyes shut. Sniffle. Notice how crunchy my throat feels, how my spit is almost too thick to swallow. God damnit I’m totally sick. It happened so quickly, too… maybe something about the magic? Who knows.

My gentle alarm clock pads over towards the bed, and I hear another noise – more of a huff, maybe of amusement? – this time. More footsteps. The bed dips in front of me. I feel the warmth of something hover over my cheek, as if hesitating, before it softly rests there. Then, it relocates to my forehead.

“Hm…” I hum, enjoying the feeling. This is so nice. One partner on either side of me. I feel so pampered.

“Are you awake, dearest?” Magnus whispers. His hand drifts back to my cheek, his thumb soothingly stroking it.

“Mhm.” That sounded so gross. I clear my throat and try again. Comes out smoother this time.

He observes, “You feel warm.”

Still too groggy to speak, I respond with another hum. Maybe that was more of a grunt. I dunno.

“Are you feeling alright?”

I shrug. “Probably just a cold,” I answer. My head hurts and this is only making it throb more, but it feels easier to do this than to speak for now. “No big deal.” 

He curses to himself. “I’m sorry, dear. My kind has somewhat of an immunity to most mundane illnesses. I didn’t think twice before encouraging you to join me for a swim.”

“Worth it.” Now that I know I probably can’t get Magnus sick, I remove my hand from under the covers, reaching blindly in his direction. When I feel his shirt in my grasp, I tug it, and with a quiet chuckle he nudges closer to me.

Probably not wanting to disturb Seb, he responds back into my head. “It was not worth it,” he lightly scolds. “I never want you to feel unwell for my sake.”

“It’s worth it to meee.” 

A voiceless chuckle escapes through his noise. “You’re silly.”

“I know. Now shut up and nap with is.”

“So demanding.”

I’m unsure if he’s watching me, but I raise a finger to my lips anyway. “Shhh.”

“Alright, alright.” A beat passes. “Actually...”

The bed shifts again as I feel the body in front of me vanish. I gather the strength to open my eyes, furrowing my brows as I glare up at him between two narrow slits. “That’s not napping,” I pout. 

Another chuckle under his breath. “I’m going to make some soup.” 

“Hmm.” I sigh, shutting my eyes again and scooting back a little more. Seb’s unconscious form tightens its hold around me. ”Fine… thank you, love.”

“Of course, my heart. Please keep resting – I will come get you two when it’s done.”

I nod, hoping he’s still looking. His light steps grow quieter, and the door shuts again. Seb exhales behind me. 

His voice groggy from sleep, he murmurs, “Oh my god dude, his face was so close to mine.”

I chuckle. “Sorry if we woke you up.” I answer verbally, then decide that it’s easier to keep at it telepathically. I feel so… eugh.

“Sorry if you can feel my heartbeat right now,” the emo responds.

“He had you that frazzled, huh?” I feel Seb nod, then continue, “Sounds like your feelings have evolved beyond just crushing territory.”

“You’re telling me…” His arm moves, his hand resting on my forehead. “Hm. You are warm.”

I repeat back to Seb what I’d told Magnus, “Probably just a cold.” 

“You’re awfully toasty for just a cold.” Seb’s arm lowers again, wrapping back around me. “Why don’t I stay at the farm for a few days? I can help out while you get better.”

I can’t help the smile that curves my lips, but shake my head. “No! You have your own work to worry about.”

“I’m sure Magnus wouldn’t mind splitting farming duties with me. We both know he’s good with plants, after all.”

“He has his own work too.” My eyes are still shut, and I’m still facing away from Seb, but my brows furrow. “Besides, I dunno how cozy I am with you both doting on me so much. Feels weird.”

“Yoba forbid we love you, or something,” he chuckles. I join him, but not without lightly nudging him with my elbow. “You don’t wanna miss meeting Krobus coming to Spirit’s Eve because you didn’t take care of yourself, do you?”

I groan. “...Fuck you. I don’t like it when you’re right about things.”

“Too bad.” He kisses the crown of my head, then sighs. “Want me to go grab you some tea?”

I shake my head. Scoot back a little more, then tuck my top leg between both of his. Reinforcing that I don’t want him to leave. Deciding my head is pounding too much to keep talking to him telepathically, I clear my throat, then tell him, “Magnus is making soup.”

There’s a pause before he asks, “…Where?” 

I think for a moment. I’ve only eaten an actual meal here, like, once, and that was when Magnus disguised his home for Abby’s potential visit. Y’know, when he conjured a whole-ass kitchen into the main room. Other than that, we usually order in or have little treats if we’re hungry.

“Huh.” I think harder. He’s gotta eat more than just takeout, no? “Maybe he keeps a hot plate or two in his cabinets, or… wait, no, the outlets are all taken by his string lights, and he’d never turn those off…” I pause, lightly coughing and clearing my throat before I wonder, “Where the fuck does he make food?”

Sounding more confused now, Seb asks, “Where the fuck is his fridge?” “Does Magnus… does he eat when we’re not here? Do elementals need food?” 

I turn my head back slightly, and see that Sebby’s expression is just as concerned as mine.

Without a word, we both get out of bed – well, I kinda roll out more than anything – and head downstairs. As if to sneak up on Magnus – observe him in his natural habitat, if you will – we tip-toe down to the main room…

Aaand he’s not there.

I turn around and jog up a few steps to see the hallway. 

Eyeing the spiral staircase – which I assumed led to a room that was full of artifacts and shit based on the fact that I’ve never been up there, and because why wouldn’t it be cluttered with various arcane wonders? – I think out loud, “Does he have a kitchen up there?”

Seb follows me. I look up at him as he reaches the step I’m on. Unsure of himself, he squints and tilts his head to the side a little. “Maaaybe?” 

He looks down at me. Filled with determination, we nod at each other and continue our adventure through this absurdly stereotypical wizard tower, which we’ve spent plenty of time in without knowing what is actually up there.

How the fuck have neither of us thought to look or ask?

Whatever.

I sniffle as we mosey over, and get onto the first step to try and peer up. Sniffle again, big style. Sounds gnarly.

“Gross,” Sebastian teases. 

I nudge him. “You’re gross.”

Without a response, Seb steps up to join me. The top is dark. Can’t see shit from here. 

“Should we check?” I ask. “I mean, I don’t want to go anywhere he doesn’t want us to, but—“ Seb is already ascending. “Oh.” 

I follow him up, hastily catching up to his longer strides. For some reason my heart is pounding, as if something bad is gonna happen. Haven’t had any premonitions yet, so that’s promising, at least. 

We get to the top, Seb whips out he flashlight on his phone, and—

“It’s just a normal attic.”

“Oh.” That was anticlimactic. “Well…” 

Head lowered, I take a walk of shame back down the stairs. I was so convinced something cool and/or mysterious would be going on up there. 

When we get to the bottom, now in the small corridor outside of Magnus’ room again, Seb takes a turn into the bathroom. He closes the door, but talks anyway as he pees. 

There’s something heartwarmingly domestic about this. 

“You think he got caught up in some business with Camilla again?” he suggests.

“Maybe. I hope everything is alri—“ I stop my words short as I hear the front door open. “Someone just walked in,” I mutter against the wood. 

I can’t hear Seb’s response over the sound of the toilet flushing, and tip-toe a few feet over where I can see the culprit. My eyes widen, watching as the wizard transfers takeaway containers of soup into some bowls he had stored near his workstation. I’ve been hoodwinked! 

“Magnus Rasmodius,” I announce, ignoring the surprised little jump he does as he turns towards me, “What the frick is that?!”

The wizard’s eyes widen and pinken, his cheeks flushing to match. “Erm…”

Seb steps out of the bathroom and peers over my head. “Oh, you dirty, dirty man.”

I cross my arms and lean back against Seb, cheekily glaring down at the wizard. A short silence passes. 

“…I cannot cook.”

My brows furrow. I slowly make my way down the steps with Seb in tow. “What, like, you don’t have anything to cook with, or..?”

He shakes his head, eyes still pink as he confesses, “I don’t bother to keep much kitchenware handy. My cooking and baking skills are abysmal.” 

All the tea, ramen, and other things that can be made by simply boiling water are beginning to make sense.

“Do you just buy takeout every day then?” Seb asks. 

With his brows lowered and his bottom lip being thoroughly chewed, Magnus diverts his eyes. 

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?!” I frown. “I wouldn’t mind cooking for you. Or with you, I mean, I could teach you a little.” 

“Is it not an utter embarrassment, though? To meet someone who can’t cook, despite having been on this earth for centuries?” 

“No!” Seb and I both answer. He sounds just as passionately full of worry as I am. “I’m not surprised, to be honest,” Seb tacks on. “With how much of your life you spend working, there’s not much time to learn how.”

I nod in agreement. I shuffle over to Magnus. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I look up at him, my chin resting just below his chest. “Let’s try cooking together when you have time, ‘kay?”

Hugging me back, Magnus peers down in surprise. “Yes,” his shock turns into a warm grin, “That would be lovely.”

Seb walks past us, grabbing a bowl from the counter. “Oh hell yeah, is this pumpkin?”

“Butternut squash.” 

“Damn.”

“They’re both squashes, technically,” I point out to Seb. “You get this from Gus?” I ask Magnus, punctuating my question with a sniffle. He, more maroon-eyed again, reacts by placing a soothing palm against my cheek. I practically melt into it.

“Indeed. It is always intimidating to go there, but he is a pleasant man.”

Seb, nodding along as he swallows a sip, chimes in. “Gus fucks.”

I snort out a little laugh. Magnus tilts his head, obviously confused. He doesn’t question it though. Probably had too much slang for one day. 

“How does it work with, uh...” I vaguely gesture in Magnus’ direction, implying that I’m referring to his appearance.

He snorts, reassuring me, “He and Emily are some of the very few who know the truth of my existence.”

“What about the other people in there?”

“I teleport directly to the kitchen.”

My brows raise and my jaw goes slack. I huff out a laugh, turning my head and lifting my elbow to my face as it morphs into a cough.

Before I can pry further, Seb asks, “Does that not scare the shit outta them?!”

“They’re quite used to my presence at this point.” He grins, his eyes turning pink as he adds, “I’d like to think we have a fond acquaintanceship by now.” 

Aw. I hope they do. He deserves friends besides cryptids and gremlins and basement dwellers! And if there’s anyone here who I think would be accepting of Magnus based strictly on looks and vibes, it would totally be Emily.

Changing the subject, Magnus places his other hand on my free cheek, bending down to kiss my forehead. I tippy toe to help him out. “Now eat,” he orders, his irises burgundy again, “before it gets cold. You need this.” 

I nod, situating myself next to Seb as I grab the two unattended bowls, handing one over to Magnus. I hop onto the counter and happily sip straight from the vessel. Gus does fuck, god damn this is good. It’s sweet and salty and creamy as hell, with the exception of some toasted seeds floating within it.

The rest of the day after this is spent taking it easy. After finishing my soup, I nap some more – Magnus lets me borrow a shirt to sleep in, so I don’t need to keep getting all tangled up in my skirt and sweater – and I opt to head home when I wake back up. Magnus insists on teleporting me there, but I walk, wanting to get some fresh air.

I changed back into my own clothes for the walk, but brought the borrowed top with me, insisting I’d wash it for him. That was only a half-lie. No shit I’ll wash it, but as soon as I got home, I tossed Magnus’ tee back on. Too comfy to pass on.

Seb and Magnus continued their training as I made my trek back to the farm and into my bed, and about an hour or two after I situated myself, my partners were already forcing themselves into my house to check up on me. 

Fucking dorks. I love them so much.

After ensuring to them that I don’t need anything extra, and begging them to stop fussing over me, the two of them clamor into my bed with Cannoli and I.

It’s a tight fit, and not as comfy as cuddling in Magnus’ bed, but this fucks too.

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WHEN YOU ARE INJURED AFTER A MISSION

— fushiguro megumi, itadori yūji; gojo satoru, nanami kento; and ryomen sukuna

ᴀ/ɴ: this took a shit ton of time and I hope you guys like it <33

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:

today’s curse has been more or less extremely tiring, and the sigh of relief that soon left your body eagerly was evidence of that. once again, you were assigned a mission that was probably assigned with the intent to kill you in mind.

you were now already home, the only thing is to not wake—

“where were you?”

you slowly turn towards the voice only to find your boyfriend who looks almost once again done with life and an unnoticeable pout on his face. you smile awkwardly, “a mission! yeah, a mission, but like it was a bit higher than my level?” he eyes your body up and down and his pout turns into a frown at the sight of your injury.

“did you go to shoko?” he asks.

you only fidget with your finger as you reply, “well, it’s 3am and i didn’t want to bother her, you know?”

megumi sighs and takes a hold of your hand, pulling you towards the bathroom and pushing you inside gently, “take a shower and i will take care of your wounds after you are done,” so you do as told because the poor boy looked like he was about to wreck havoc calmly.

once you come out, fresh and clean but still in pain, you sit on the bed watching a concentrated megumi make sure he has everything ready to treat your wounds for no. you feel like he is a bit mad, but when he comes to your side and starts applying the cream, the bandaid and bandages and what not, his touch is a stark contrast to what you would assume his mood implied.

“i was really worried, y/n,” he says.

you lower your head and mumble softly, “i know,” sometime passes, and megumi has done all he can do so your wounds don’t hurt until you get to shoko later.

he doesn’t budge though and instead lays his head on your lap gently for a moment and grumbles, “let any curse do this to you again, and I will kill the curse and you.”

ITADORI YŪJI:

“sensei, why the hell would they send y/n if they knew that the curse was stronger than her?!” yūji inquired or more like screamed.

meanwhile, his teacher just sighed, quickly following it by a laugh, “they are assholes, simply!” yūji nods and anxiousness fills his system: what if you are hurt? What if you couldn’t come back? What if you were dead?

“she is strong, yūji. she will make it.”

he knew that, he knew you were strong; however, is it the strong that would help you out of the situation you are in? he, too, thought he strong until that cursed womb incident. god he wished with all his heart that you would be back.

he is soon snapped out of his thoughts when he hears his teacher, “oh y/n, welcome back! they told me you looked very cool dealing with the curse!”

“sensei, I was gonna die.”

“but you didn’t! you have become stronger!” gojo exclaims.

you rolled your eyes at your teacher before being gently tackled in a hug by your boyfriend, “hey yūji, sorry I was late.” his arms tightened around your waist and he buries his face deeper into your shoulder.

“I was so worried that something would’ve happened to you,” he mumbled before pulling back and looking at you for any injuries.

“I think it’s a bit late, but I kind of have a hole in my stomach and I want shoko to heal it for me,” he nodded with a smile, letting you go then walking to his teacher before stopping dead in his tracks, whipping his head to you, “A WHAT?!”

“YOU HAD HOLES ALL OVER YOU ONCE, YOU CAN’T SAY ANYTHING!”

he pouts before squishing your cheeks together and giving you multiple smooches, “can I come with you?” you smack his arms at the stupid question and you intertwine your fingers together so you can walk side by side to the clinic.

“you know brat, the more holes the better.”

“sukuna, shut up.”

NANAMI KENTO:

over time is shit, work is shit, and jujutsu work is shit. nanami has come to the realization quite a while ago; the only thing emphasizing on that is: your very injured state right now bed ridden. nanami runs a hand through his hair and sighs, quietly taking his tie off. it was already suffocating having to see you injured, he didn’t need any extra pressure.

today was a lovely day, a Sunday meant for you and your lover. after the both of you had prepared everything and were getting seated, you were both called to go on a mission together. well, at least you will still be together. unfortunately though, while you were fighting, you saw nanami from the corner of your eye getting hit by the curse.

“kento!—“ and just as you were running to check on your husband, the curse had targeted you and dealt a rather heavy blow to your back sending you flying into a building, breaking its glass and injuring yourself even more.

nanami had the unfortunate chance to see all of that happening to you. it was known that nanami was very much able to control his emotions and reactions quite well, but when things were related to you, things got a little out of control.

“this is dragging out for too long, let’s get done with it,” cursed energy increasing, and eyes filled with the intent to destroy, he gave the curse a taste of its own medicine, perhaps even worse.

now here you both were, and he can’t stop just hoping and wishing that you would wake up soon. shoko had already told him that you will be fine, but need to rest a bit for the of injuries to heal. he holds your hand gently, and rubs his thumb across it. sleep was making its way to his eyes, his eyelids slowly dropping and he soon joins you in a slumber.

at least when he wakes up, he is able to feel your hand running through his hair making smile, “good morning kento.”

His hand squeezes yours and he murmurs a soft, “it’s always good if you are here.”

“did you sleep well, love?” you ask and he grumbles making you giggle. his hand reaches to your cheek caressing it and cherishing that he can still hold you and feel your warmth.

GOJO SATORU:

“you’re stupid,” gojo says resting his face on his palm.

the insult just makes you pout and avert your eyes, “look I didn’t expect that it would do that.”

“that only proves my point, sweetheart.”

you huff and cross your arms “I was doing fine; I would’ve picked myself sooner or later,” he takes off his blindfold and you can see just how much worry actually took over him.

“oh definitely, with those deadly injuries that Shoko barely managed to heal you from, you would’ve been able to take down 4 special grades alone,” he crosses his leg, twirling the blindfold in his finger and continues, “next you will tell me that the I am not hot, right?”

the last comment manages to make you crack a smile and you nod cheekily. gojo rolls his eyes before boinking you gently on the head “stop overworking yourself, that will genuinely lead you to death in this line of work,” his hand cups your face and he rests his forehead on yours for a moment, “you are the last person I would want that to happen to.”

he pulls back suddenly and with an obnoxiously loud voice says, “well anyways, you are fine and dandy!” gojo covers his eyes once again, “I found this amazing restaurant down the street, and I also found out it has that one thing you’ve been craving for a while.”

your eyes sparkle and your smile widens, “wait, really?!”

gojo nods his head excitedly, almost breaking his neck in the process, “they even have a lot of sweets and dessert, so both of us can indulge ourselves in what we want!” you try to get up from the bed but are easily stopped by your boyfriend, “and where do you think you’re going?”

you blink, “uhh, the restaurant we were just talking about?”

gojo’s eyebrow rises, “in this state?”

offended, you gasp, “hey! you said I was “fine and dandy,” you say mimicking his voice in the end.

“well, sorry to tell y’a sweetheart, you are fine enough to go home with me being with you 24/7, not enough to go outside and live like the reckless raccoon you are.”

“raccoon?!”

he pats your head making you impossibly more irritated, “don’t worry, your cute little brain. you are a cute raccoon though, so it’s fine.”

you smack his hand, glaring daggers at him, “that doesn’t make it any better!” gojo just ignored your yelling and instead opts to lay his head on your lap and decides to rest a while.

“satoru, it’s rude to sleep in the middle of a conversation with someone,” you grumble.

he only massages your sore legs, hands exploring your skin, “‘m sorry, that wasn’t a conversation, though. it was more of you yelling at me, and I don’t like that,” he nuzzles his face deeper and places soft kisses across your thighs.

you sigh, “I will tell shoko to not make me wear a hospital dress next time and instead wear pants.”

“I will just rip the pants off.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

“you foolish human,” the man in front of you grumbles. he had expected that today would be the day he can finally be with you without Itadori interrupting you both, but no, he is here having to heal and tend to an injured you.

“c’mon su’, don’t be so mean; I tried my best,” you mumble while he heals you using his reverse technique. the man swore that no one and I mean no one would touch you; he refused to let you be “tainted” by them.

he sighs, his touch gentle nonetheless, “well, that needs to be improved. you realize I won’t let you live this down, right?” you roll your eyes nodding. silence is your friend for a bit; that it is until your own personal curse king was done healing you.

“those were some nasty injuries, can’t believe your fragile body could handle it,” he gets up, dusting his hands and continues with a menacingly smirk, “guess if you can take me in bed, then you can handle pretty much anything else.”

your face burns up; instead of giving him the satisfaction of a more embarrassing reaction, you decide to play the same game, but you feel like you’re more in the risk than him. so what’s the point? well the point is shits and giggles.

you gather all the courage you can muster before speaking up for yourself, “that’s a pretty small scale you’re using for my pain tolerance,” a shit eating grin of your own makes its way towards your face. a hand makes its way to your hip, pinching it before the other pulls you by the back of the head towards the man you taunted.

“you are stepping on a very thin line; I don’t think you will be able to handle it,” he says in a tone that makes you hold onto his shoulders tightly.

his face is dangerously close to yours and you can feel his breath and his eyes on your lips.

his thumb drags across your lip and he murmurs, “let me show you how a king treats his spouse.”

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Cousin Buckley: Part 5

Summary: You’re Robin’s cousin, and you might be falling for Eddie Munson... or will it be Steve Harrington?? 🖤💜

Please see my masterlist for Parts 1-4!

Warnings: mention of blood and a skinned knee, otherwise it’s pure fluff!

Word count: ~1.4k

A/N: AHHH I’m getting so excited about what will happen next even though I’m the one writing it 😂 Again, THANK YOU for the love--I’m sending it right back 😍 Please enjoy this one--it’s getting good 🙊

Taglist is still a WIP but I’m messaging those whose usernames won’t work!

“Okay, I’ve got to work from one to closing tonight, which is a total drag and barely feels legal, but I’ve got to save up. Do you have any plans?”

You were sitting on Robin’s bed as she fixed her hair for work. Robin had warned you that Thursday was her longest shift day, so you needed to make some plans so you wouldn’t be stuck in the house all day. You envied the day before; you two met up with the guys again and had lunch at the park.

“Actually, I was thinking about hanging out with Eddie,” you said, picking at your fingernails.

“Ahh,” Robin turned around with a smirk on her face. “Has the lady chosen her true love? I would have guessed it was Steve based on your interactions yesterday.”

You blushed; you and Steve had been playing around at the park yesterday. He pushed you on the swings, swung with you on the monkey bars, and then played out in the field, ending with you accidentally falling and skinning your knee as you dove for the frisbee.

✨

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Steve had rushed to your side. “Shoot, you’re bleeding!”

“I’m fine,” you tried to relieve him. “It’s just a skinned knee. Man, they do sting, it doesn’t matter how old you are.”

“Here, let me help you up.”

Steve lifted you up, wrapping your arm around his shoulder. He then walked you over to a bench, swinging your leg up on it. He grabbed a napkin, then squatted beside you to dab your knee. As you winced in pain, he looked up at you sympathetically.

“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing your arm.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re helping,” you half-smiled, half-grimaced.

“I’ll be right back, I think I have some bandaids in my car.”

He came back with some bandaids. As he dabbed your knee a little more, you continued to wince. He gently applied the bandaid, making sure it wasn’t too tight. 

“Good as new,” he smiled then kissed his finger, pressing it lightly to the bandage then to your nose.

“Thanks, Dr. Steve, what do I owe you?” you joked, trying to hide the way your heart raced as he looked at you admiringly. He tapped his cheek playfully, making you roll your eyes. 

“You can also build up a line of credit,” he winked, pointing to his lips.

✨

You looked down at your knee and lightly touched the fresh bandaid. Steve was sweet, that was for sure. He felt like Hawkins, like those summer days full of popsicle stains, collecting fireflies, and freshly grilled burgers. He was the type of person you could dance with if a great song came on the radio while you were cooking. 

But something about Eddie made you feel different. Eddie wasn’t the typical all-American boy next door; he was softer, a sensitive soul covered by leather and tough patches and bands. When you thought of him, you thought of late nights gazing at the stars, of staying up all night just talking, of leaning on him the way you did two days ago, but this time with his guitar in his hands, strumming a song he made just for you. 

“Hello-o-o, Y/N,” Robin waved her hand in your face, snapping you out of your trance.

“Hey, sorry,” you shook your head. “What were we talking about again?”

“You possibly seeing Eddie today?”

“Right, sorry. Yeah, I think I’ll call him.”

“Go ahead,” Robin smiled. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay. Bye, Rob, have a good day at work. Let me know if you want snacks or something, okay?” you hugged her as she nodded. 

“Seeya, Y/N/N.”

After Robin left, you got ready for the day and went to the kitchen to use the phone. Robin had written down both of the boys’ numbers in case you needed something while she was at work. You dialed Eddie’s number, and soon, a man picked up. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Y/N Buckley. Can I please speak to Eddie?”

“Sure, one second, Y/N.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Eddie, it’s Y/N. I was wondering if you’d like to hang out today.”

You heard a crash and Eddie cursing to himself.

“Sorry,” he said.

“What happened?”

“Oh, nothing, just dropped the phone. Yes, let’s hang out. What did you have in mind?”

“Do you wanna get some lunch?”

Within fifteen minutes, you saw Eddie’s van pull up into the driveway. As you were walking to the front door, he hopped out of the driver’s seat and rushed up to the door, ringing the bell. When you opened it, he beamed and brought a small bouquet of wildflowers out from behind his back, holding them out to you.

“Hey, these are for you,” he smiled as you grabbed hold of them.

“Oh, Eddie, these are so pretty!” you smiled. “Thank you.” 

You moved to hug him, and he accepted it, your arms around his neck and his around your waist. He rested his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder, and you could feel him smiling. You also smiled as you held him closely. He smelled like cigarettes and floral shampoo, a weird but not entirely unwelcome mix. As you pulled away, you looked away, trying to hide your blush.

“Did you know that wildflowers are my favorite?”

“I could say yes,” he scratched his head, a crooked smile on his face, “but I can’t lie to a lady such as yourself. In all honesty, they’re from behind my trailer.”

“Even better,” you said, and Eddie’s eyes sparkled. “I’m just going to put them in a vase quickly. Here, come in,” you moved to let him in.

As you found a vase and filled it, Eddie leaned on the countertop, gazing at you. He smiled as he saw the genuine joy the flowers brought you. As you arranged them, you narrowed your eyes to make sure the flowers fell evenly.

“You’re so cute.”

“What?” you looked up in surprise, a blush spreading quickly across your cheeks.

“What?” Eddie mirrored, eyes wide. 

“You think I’m cute?” you asked slowly. Eddie’s face didn’t change.

“I… said that out loud. Okay, um,” he shuffled a bit, snapping out of his daze. “I just need to be honest with you, Harrington and I decided that we weren’t going to ask you out, but, to be honest with you, we both really really like you and we’ve wanted to ask you out since the first moment we saw you. I don’t know how he feels, but every single time I see you, I feel like my heart is gonna burst out of my chest, and I know that sounds cliche, but honestly, Y/N, this doesn’t really happen to me. I’ve been labeled as a freak all of my life, so girls avoided me like the plague. When I met you, I felt like you were just being nice like nice people do, you know? But I feel like we actually get along and enjoy each other’s company, right?” he looked at you, breathing a little heavily.

“Right. I enjoy spending time with you, Eddie, honestly,” you said softly.

“Okay, so you like hanging out with me and I like hanging out with you,” his arms were flailing as he spoke, “but, Y/N, I feel like there’s something more, but I don’t want to make a single move before I hear how you feel. So, Y/N,” he held your arms, “please be honest with me and tell me the truth. I’d rather you reject me and we just stay friends than you say yes and be uncomfortable. How do you feel about me?”

Before you could answer, you heard a knock on the door. 

“Eddie!!” 

It was a boy’s voice. Eddie looked at you, a heartbroken look on his face, and turned to get the door. A rush of emotions filled you to a breaking point, and you grabbed his arm to stop him and kissed his cheek, quickly but sweetly. 

“We can talk later,” you said quietly, and Eddie nodded, his face softening. He opened the door, but when he saw who was in front of him, he groaned and dragged his hands down his face in exasperation.

“What do you want, Henderson?”

To be continued!!

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Nightly Routine

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Word count: 1053

Warnings: mentions of a fight, mentions of blood, some angst, fluff towards the end

Summary: What happens when your nightly routine has gotten too much to handle?

A/N: Hey guys, Spice here is so great to finally be writing again. I didn’t forget about you guys just being busy, this is just one of a few fics I have planned out, they're not all for Eli he just happened to be the one that I decided to start with. Anyways hope you guys enjoy and till next time bye. 

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Author: Spice

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I’m woken by the sound of tapping on my window. Rubbing my eyes I look towards my clock reading 11:15 pm. Sighing I sit up tossing my covers off walking to open the window. Not surprising when I see a bruised and bloody Eli or as most people call him Hawk waiting to be let in. Letting him in, I walk straight to the bathroom Eli follows close behind. He sits  on the side of the tub while I grab the first-aid kit like I’ve done at least once every week for the last few months.

Sighing I turned to him after getting a warm washcloth, “Again really Eli?” Gently wiping the blood from his face he hides a wince when I go over a cut on his eyebrow with a laugh, “You should see the other guy.” Not saying anything I drop the bloody cloth in the sink grabbing a cotton swab with antibiotic ointment on it, “No I really rather not.” Finishing putting ointment on other cuts that scatter his face I cover the ones I can with bandaids. “Can you not go one week without getting into a fight?” I say with a sigh rubbing the bridge of my nose. “If I did that then I wouldn’t get to see my favorite nurse.”

Putting away the first aid kit I turned my head towards him, “I’m not a nurse just someone who patches up a dumbass who keeps getting into fights.” I finish saying as I walk back to my room. “Aww come on you know you love getting to see this pretty face. Plus at least half of the time I’m not the one who starts it.” he says with a laugh. Turning to him I let out an irritated scoff, ”Really Eli you really think I like seeing you come to my window all busted up. Once Eli just once I would love to see you without having to patch you up.”

“Why are you yelling at me?” says with a look of surprise on his face. I hadn’t even realized I had been raising my voice. I lowered my voice a bit so as to not disturb others in the house but keeping the same tone as before. “Because I have to stand here and patch you up time and time again I can’t keep watching someone I care so much about keep getting hurt.” I say, taking a breath to calm myself a bit. “It’s really not that big of a deal.” he had more to say but I didn’t care at that moment, but I’ve kept this in for too damn long. “It is a big deal when every night when you leave after I patch you up I’m stuck wondering if this could be the last time I get to see the guy I love. I can’t keep doing this. Maybe it’s for the best that we stop whatever this is.” sighing I whip away a tear that slipped past my eyelashes.

Hearing me say this and seeing the look on my face broke his facade, “Please you don’t really mean that. I’m sorry please I can’t lose you, you’re all I have left. I’ll change. I’ll stop all the fighting just please I can’t lose the only person I love.” As I stand there I see the real Eli come out not Hawk but the boy who stole my heart from the start. I notice the way his breathing starts becoming gasphs. Slowly I started walking closer to him gently placing my hands on his upper arms.

“Eli” I say gently trying to get him to stop and look at me instead he just keeps rambling on while gasping for air. Lowering myself so I can look into his eyes I move my hand to cup his cheek, “Eli hey, look at me I need you to stop and breathe with me. Okay?” Slowly Eli finally nodded his head. “Okay ready breath in”, I hold the breath for a few seconds before releasing it back out, “and out. Good one more time.” Seeing his breathing finally steady again I slowly move him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Keeping quiet I stand in front of him.

“Thank you.” he let out so quietly that if I wasn’t standing in front of him I would have missed it. I send him a gentle smile. “Eli listen please I’m not going anywhere I was upset and you have to understand I can’t keep having you show up at my window all bruised and bloody. It hurts each time I see you like that and the only thing that runs through my mind is how much worse it could have been. I love you and each time I patch you up leaves me so worried for the time that I find out that something worse has happened. I mean just look at what happened to Miguel. I can’t imagine what I would have done if that was you. I’m not trying to change you but please be more careful.” I finished letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. 

What feels like hours past before Eli stands up moving his hand to cup my left cheek. I close my eyes leaning into his touch while he speaks, “I’m sorry.” He brings his forehead to mine before continuing,” I never meant to make you feel like that. You have always been the person I come to when things are bad and I just wanted to feel safe and loved like you always do. I didn’t realize how much worse I looked coming to you beat up after joining Cobra Kai. Instead of it being small scraps and bruises you had to deal with so much worse. Me being in that fight when Miguel fell and you being there somewhere I was so worried that someone might hurt you that I didn’t realize that you thought the same. I know you would never try to change me and that is one of the reasons I love you. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on. Okay?” He finishes his response by leaving a gentle kiss to my forehead before bringing me into a hug. “Okay.” I say wrapping my arms around him.

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i forgot to but romantic in my latest ask if you can do that instead thank you

Ah that makes more sense tbh hang on lemme do some revising

Romantic version of "Made For This!"(718 w.c)

Redson x GN!Play Dumb!Reader romantic one shot pronouns: any for Redson; you/yours CW: one(1) swear, light v10lenc3, surprise Huntsman appearance

“Are we there yet?” You sighed loudly, your sneakers dragging along the steep dirt path. Redson was walking in front of you, holding a map of the hiking trail that apparently would lead to some kind of temple. You wished she would have just brought their fancy dirt bikes. This wasn’t exactly the ideal date environment, what with the sun at its peak in the sky and no chance of a breeze to cool you both off.

“No, not yet. Though if you keep complaining then maybe I’ll just go on my own.” He retorted. Their head turned to look at you over their shoulder, and you could see the empty threat he was making. Sure, Redson liked to talk down to you like they didn’t care, but that was just a mask. She loved you, and it showed whenever you two were alone. Even when you scraped your ankle on a rock earlier and they took care to make sure you were alright, and he even gave you a peck on the bandaid for good measure. 

“You wouldn’t leave me behind! It would be too much for you to bear!” You paused and pointed at a sign on the trail that warned of bears in a certain direction, not the one you two were headed however.

“Ugh. Just for that, I might.” Red groaned. They pinched the bridge of their nose. 

“You’re the one who confessed first!” You laughed at your own joke—someone had to—and continued following them. 

“That I did.”

The hike was coming to an end soon, you could tell. The path was more wide with some stones mixed in the dirt as if it were marked as the right way. 

However, before either of you could continue the light conversation that made the walk a little faster, Redson was yanked up by one of her ankles to hang from a tree. They yelped and you quickly tried to find a way to get them down. A spider-like figure appeared, swinging from a rope and snatching the map from her. 

“I’ll be taking that!” He laughed. You jumped as high as you could and grabbed onto one of his ankles. 

“Give that back!” 

He tried to shake you off, but in doing so he was distracted from where he was trying to go, so you both hit a different tree head on. It knocked the wind out of your lungs, but you still managed to grab the paper from him as you scrambled to get back to Redson. She had burnt the rope holding them, so now it was just a matter of losing this guy.

“That’s one of the Spider Queen’s henchmen! We need to get out of here!” They explained, grabbing your wrist and dragging you down a side path, away from the temple. You ran as fast as you could. 

“Leaving so soon? Oh well, I do like a challenge!” The hunter hissed from somewhere behind you. Redson tripped a little, but you held them up and turned to face the spider. He was gaining on you. Looking around, you saw a large branch on the ground. Without really thinking about it you grabbed it and swung it at him, even making some stabbing motions. It drove him back but not by much. In a last ditch effort, you discarded the branch and leapt onto him, trying to implement any fighting moves that you’d seen Redson use. It was surprisingly effective, despite you not having fire at your disposal. Redson was still standing in the spot you left her in, but now she was cheering you on.

“Yes! Beat his ass, love! Go for the throat!!” They yelled. You grinned and kept going until you knew for certain that the spider was knocked out. Then you got off him, wiping your brow with your arm.

“I guess in the end, he was the fly caught in our web!” You threw some finger guns at your partner, however they only sighed and started walking past you to get on the right path again.

“Annnnd the moment is gone.” 

“Hey! I won, right? I have the right to make a joke about it!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, beloved.”

They held one of your hands, pressing a kiss to your slightly bloody knuckles.