Oh Pleeease Beth Munson!!! That Would Be So Super Cute!!! 😍

Eddie: What’s the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I’ve been there. Steve: Steve: *is mildly concerned*

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Hunter

The Emperor of Magic | Part 3

Summary: The crows make their way out of the court with the prisoner. On their way to Ravka, they are faced with a problem that can’t be solved easily.

Warning: +18 Warning, particularly gruesome chapter which includes death/murder, mentions of blood, swearing, arguing

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Type: Series

Word Count: 3.5k

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The large metal door of the cell swung open to reveal the presence of the emperor herself. The officer stood in the doorway of the cell. With great hesitation, Kaz and Matthias moved to stand on either side of the officer. They both looked into the dark and cold cell.

All of the sudden, the officer breathed a sharp gasp. He went to grab his chest as it sounded like he was struggling to breathe or he was having some sort of heart attack. Before Kaz or Matthias could question anything, the officer collapsed to the ground. The two of them slowly turned their heads to look at the unfazed emperor. 

In utter fear, Kaz went to reach into the cell to grab the handle of the door. He slammed the large metal door shut in hopes that it would protect them against her. 

Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the crows were standing right behind them. The officer had fallen unconscious by the hand of their very own heartrender, not by the emperor in the cell. Slowly, Nina’s hands fell back down to her sides. She shook her head.

“You really think she’d just kill him like that?” Nina asked them sarcastically. “She’s contained remember?”

In response, Matthias and Kaz went to look behind themselves at the rest of the group. They both seemed to breathe a small sigh of relief, having realized that they were actually safe from the emperor and that the officer wasn’t dead. 

Now that the whole crew had arrived, it was time to break the prisoner out of the cell. First off, Wylan passed out some of the weapons he had stolen in the armory. Inej inspected the knives and Jesper inspected the small guns. Finally, the boss went over the plan one final time with the rest of them.

“When we get inside, Jesper will break the chains. Each of us will grab one and lead her out of the cell. Then Nina and Wylan will clear the way for our escape,” Kaz reminded them.

“Right,” Matthias nodded. “And how are we getting out of here?”

“Through the tunnels that run underneath the city,” Nina explained. She had seen a number of hidden manhole covers throughout the city. There was bound to be one nearby.

“They’ll lead us straight out of the court,” Inej explained. Kaz nodded his head once in acceptance.

Once everyone got into position, Kaz went to open the large metal door of the cell. They filed in one by one. Now Jesper quickly got to work with the chains. He grabbed hold of them tightly, using his ability to manipulate metal in order to break the chain from the wall. He handed the chain to the respective crow. He did this for each of the four chains.

As an extra form of security, Wylan slipped a brown burlap bag over her head. He was especially careful not to touch her in fear that he’d be exposed to her magical abilities. He quickly stepped away from her.

For a split moment, there was a stunned silence that fell over them. The boss took the time to glance at each of his crows, hoping this wasn’t going to be the end. Now they just needed to get out of the court alive.

It felt like he was tasked with gently waking up a vicious and dangerous sleeping dragon which could destroy him at any given second. With great hesitancy, Kaz shook the chain he was holding once or twice. The emperor was slow to lift her head, but she did so.

He went ahead to pull on the chain, urging her to follow him out of the cell. Though Kaz could practically feel the uncertainty leaking from her. He knew he was taking a risk because this was something that she hadn’t done since her time her. He figured that it was only a matter of time before she would come to the realization that she was being broken out of prison. She might have already realized it.

After a beat, the emperor of magic rose to her feet and began to follow them out of the cell. They guided her with the four massive metal chains, leading her through different hallways and doorways. Upon rounding a corner, Nina found one of the grates that lead to the tunnels. She had found it earlier on their way to the cell. She went to open it up.

Suddenly, the sound of a commotion was heard through the cold hallways. The guards must have stumbled across the empty cell because they began arguing amongst each other. The footsteps began drawing closer as the guards spread out in search of the fugitive.

“They’ll be coming soon,” Matthias explained.

“Working on it,” Nina said as she pulled the grate off the wall. 

They didn’t waste any time in entering through the tunnel that would lead them below the city. The guards were getting closer with each passing second. However, Nina made sure to close the grate behind them. Just as she slipped into the shadows of the tunnel, she faintly heard a group of soldiers marching past the spot they had just been standing at.

Though the tunnel was quite narrow, the crows made sure to keep their distance from the emperor. They didn’t want to accidentally bump into her. They continued on by leading her through the tunnels.

Navigating the tunnels was no easy task, but they knew that they needed to head north in order to get out of there. They made sure to head in one direction to the best of their ability. A few right or left turns were made, but they were able to keep on track easily enough. It was a couple hours before...

“It should be straight up ahead,” Matthias stated. He glanced at some of his surroundings. “This looks familiar.”

“Be on the lookout,” Kaz ordered. “There is no telling if we run into guards once we are out.”

Carefully, Nina went to remove the grate that separated the tunnels from the outside of the court. She placed the grate to the side and slipped out. She moved her hands to be at the ready just in case they ran into anyone. The others followed behind her.

As if on cue, the Black Protocol alarm began to resound from inside the walls of the court. That meant the whole court was going into lockdown until they found their missing fugitive. The soldiers had been ordered to make their way to the walls so that the prisoner wouldn’t be able to escape.

Though they were already outside the walls, the crows were quick to make their escape into the forest so that they wouldn’t be seen by anybody. Their intention was to lead the emperor of magic as far away from the court as humanly possible. 

At some point, word was bound to reach the other kingdoms in the land. The other king and queen will hear that their grand prisoner had escaped the impossible confines of the prison. A bounty was going to be placed on her head for her recapture. And the crows were going to cash that in relatively soon. 

Now heading south, the crows stumbled across the small hidden place where they had buried some of their valuable belongings. Now Wylan reunited with his explosives, Jesper found his precious pearly guns, and Inej clung to her favorite knives. Even Kaz was more than happy to be reunited with his trusty walking cane as his leg had been bothering him for some time.

Moving on, the group of seven made their way further south with the intent of heading into Ravkan territory. It took a few hours, but they eventually wandered into the sandy dunes. The sun began to rise and the heat only followed.

The heat of the sun finally peeked since it had reached midday. The blinding rays of sunlight had no coverage from clouds, brutally beating down and reflecting off the dunes of sand. With this heat, everyone grew tired and weary rather quickly.

Having passed into Ravkan territory, the cool comfort of snow had long since disappeared. The vast dessert dunes of Ravka would eventually come to an end, especially once they came to the palace. But for now, they were forced to endure with the heat.

At one point, Matthias went to look over the stretch of his shoulder. He looked back on the place he used to call home as he was still able to see it from many miles away. He silently wondered if he’d ever go back or ever be accepted back.

The crows kept trudging along with their feet lazily dragging in the sand. It would be dangerous to stop now since they were transporting a very dangerous fugitive. Naturally, Kaz was leading the group while holding onto the chain attached to the emperor’s frontside. He occasionally would look over his shoulder to make sure everything was still running smoothly. 

On the right side, Jesper held one of the massive chains in his hand. He’d often wipe the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand or fix the way his hat fell on his head. On the left side, Wylan and Inej took turns holding the chain as it was quite heavy. They were also the two smallest members of the group. 

In the back, Matthias held the final chain. Though it was rather heavy, it wasn’t to him. Nina walked along beside him with her hands constantly at the ready. Though she had been instructed to not use her powers unless absolutely necessary. If she ended up using her powers. she’d be exposed by the emperor by letting it slip that there was a heartrender amongst them.

Out of nowhere, the emperor of magic came to a slow halt in her steps which caused the others to slightly tug at the chains because they expected her to keep walking with them. Without hesitation, Kaz whipped his head around to stare directly at the emperor’s covered head. He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously before cautiously pulling the chain once or twice to encourage her to move along. But she stayed put.

“What’s happened? Why’d she stop?” Jesper asked for some kind of explanation. The five crows casted uncertain glances to their boss.

“I don't know,” Kaz shook his head. He was looking the most annoyed right now.

“D-Do you reckon she’s tired?” Wylan tried to reason. They turned to look at him with blank expressions on their faces. Wylan further explained himself. “Maybe this is her way of saying she’s tired and needs a break.”

“We can’t stop,” Kaz almost cut him off. “It’s too dangerous. We can’t let our guard down.”

As if on cue, a heavy rumble sounded in the long distance. If one could describe the sound, it almost sounded like a mountain caving in on itself or the sound of thousands of boulders crashing into one another. Before anyone could remotely question it, the earth began to shake violently. The crows did well to maintain their balance.

The rumbling sound continued as the earth groaned in pain. Unbeknownst to them, the tremors of the reverberating earthquake could be felt over the stretch of hundreds of miles. After some time, the earth began to settle down once again. The crows felt slightly dizzy, but they were fine otherwise.

“What was that?” Inej asked slightly worried.

“That was no earthquake,” Kaz said slowly. The others looked directly at him in utter confusion. They went to follow his line of sight which settled on the emperor herself. 

“Y-You don’t think,” Jesper tried to get out. He almost laughed at the nonsense idea. “There is no way that could have been her.”

“Don’t underestimate her,” Kaz ordered blankly.

“She’s bound though,” Wylan added. “She can’t use her magic because her jacket was made by a fabrikator--” Wylan’s voice was cut off.

Because it was almost like the emperor heard him talking. What shocked him the most and what made his sentence fall short was the fact that she had turned her head to look directly at him despite wearing the covering over her head. His breathe caught in the back of his throat, holding it in anticipation.

Kaz watched carefully.

Very slowly, the emperor shifted her body in order to look behind her. While it almost looked like she was now facing Matthias, the truth was that she was looking behind him and slightly upwards. Her ‘gaze’ fell on the vast structure of the Ice Court in which they had just left.

“She feeling sentimental?” Jesper wondered.

“Don’t joke. Not now,” Inej demanded of him. She watched for something.

“Why is she looking at the court though? What’s it to her?” Matthias asked. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He directed his attention back towards the court which stood in the far distance from them. 

All of the sudden, Matthias could feel his heart sinking in the deep confines of his chest. The once grand walls of the court that had been known to be impenetrable had begun to crumble and collapse. If they had been closer, they were bound to hear the screams and cries of people coming from the city as the walls came crashing down around them, killing hundreds without spare.

“Oh my god,” Inej gasped, stumbling backwards slightly.

“Holy shit,” Jesper replied with wide, bulging eyes.

Wylan went to cover his mouth in utter shock and Matthias began clenching the chain tightly in anger. Because it wasn’t just the walls around the fortress that collapsed. Within seconds, the rest of the structure started to give away and cave into itself. The military stronghold was no longer there, having been reduced to ash, cloud, and debris.

Before the court was even done falling to pieces, the emperor of magic redirected her attention back to her frontside. Unlike the others, Kaz was not as fazed by her show of power. It had first been the earthquake and now the decimation of an entire city. He had known her powers to be great, but never imagined she would go to these lengths. 

It wasn’t just the heat that was getting to him. Matthias began to feel a new type of rage ignite within him. This felt like a personal attack on him. That was his home for a time and despite what others may say, those were his people. Now they were gone.

His heart was filled with the thirst for revenge. He only saw red, blinding by his anger and hatred. His jaw locked in place and he bit his tongue until he could taste blood in his mouth. He tore his gaze away from the sad scene of the city, refocusing his sight on the backside of the emperor. He was seething now.

“We...cannot go on,” Matthias breathed angrily. He clarified. “She cannot.”

“Matthias,” Nina tried to reason with him sympathetically. She placed her hand on his arm which was instantly yanked out of her reach.

“This needs to end now. She needs to be silenced,” Matthias claimed.

"You’re not suggesting we just kill her here,” Jesper argued. “The whole reason we broke her out of the court was to get the bounty that would be on her head. Think of the money we will make!”

“I don’t care!” Matthias barked. “She is a murderer. She’s killed thousands.”

“We’ve all killed people,” Jesper threw out. “Not nearly as much as her, but we aren’t saints either.”

“Jesper,” Wylan warned him.

“What’s to stop her?” Matthias dropped the large metal chain into the sand. He strode directly towards Jesper, almost as if he was looking for a fight. “What’s to stop her from destroying the next city we enter and killing everyone in it?” Matthias wondered. 

“She will be contained,” Jesper said through gritted teeth. He pushed back by pressing his chest against the bigger guy. “She doesn’t know what city we are going to next. She only destroyed the court because she knew she was leaving it. Plain and simple,” Jesper stated.

“Arguing won’t solve anything,” Inej interjected. 

But Matthias and Jesper chose to ignore her comment.

“Are you so blinded by your own greed that you care not for the wellbeing of others?” Matthias quipped.

“Matthias,” Nina said rather loudly. “That’s enough.”

Throughout the argument, Kaz didn’t feel the need to interrupt them. He kept his eyes on the prisoner just to be safe. He halfheartedly listened to the pointless argument, dealing with the back-and-forth bickering nonsense. He didn’t care at all, at least not until...

The emperor went to turn her head to look directly at Wylan for the second time. The leader of the crows made the connection almost instantly in that moment. He glanced between the two of them.

“That’s it,” Kaz said mostly to himself. He called for the attention of the other crows which took a second because they were all still bickering amongst themselves. 

The five crows looked at him expectantly, choosing to listen to what he had to say. 

“Kaz,” Inej said softly on the left side. She readjusted the large chain in between her hands. She saw the slight hint of panic in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” Inej wondered.

“She showed her hand,” Kaz concluded. “She’s messing with us.”

“H-How do you know that?” Nina stuttered fearfully. 

“She’s not in our heads, is she?” Wylan wondered. He shifted from one foot to the other nervously. She was still looking directly at him which made him afraid. He cowered in his place.

“No,” Kaz shook his head. “Not yet at least.”

“Then what is it?” Jesper wondered. 

“Look at the chains,” Kaz ordered. “Who holds them.”

Though Matthias had let go of his behind them, Jesper and Inej were still holding onto theirs on either side. And Kaz still held onto the chain at the front of the pack. The crows were slightly confused. 

“Now who did she look to?” Kaz quizzed them. Each of the crows ended up turning their heads and looking directly at Wylan who hadn’t held the chain in a while since it had been Inej’s turn.

“Does this mean--” Jesper began.

“She can see him,” Kaz concluded. “Or she knows exactly where he is.”

Now Wylan felt a sudden urge of a newfound fear and anxiety wash over him. He felt vulnerable knowing that she knew where he was despite not holding onto a chain. It shook him to his core. 

“So she knows where we all are,” Jesper stated. 

“Not necessarily,” Kaz pointed out. “She knows there has to be at least four of us because we each hold one of the four chains. She must have felt Inej and Wylan switching every now and again.”

“But she doesn’t know about Nina, then?” Matthias interrupted.

“Correct,” Kaz nodded. “And I’d like to keep it that way. Nina is the only one who’d come close to taking her down.”

“I’m still confused. How does she know exactly where I am? I could be standing over there and she shouldn’t know that,” Wylan said while pointing a couple feet to his left.

“I don’t know yet. We haven’t touched her. She can't hear us or see us,” Kaz listed off. He remembered some theories suggesting that she was already all-knowing, but if that was the case, they’d be dead by now.

As if the emperor was apart of the conversation, she went to adjust her gaze to face the heartrender of the group. The others shifted uneasily in their place. 

“No, she definitely knows Nina is here,” Jesper pointed out. 

“How is that possible?” Nina asked fearfully. “I haven’t held a chain. She shouldn’t know I’m here.”

So Kaz was forced to think it over. It was like he was trying to solve a puzzle in his brain. He racked his mind of the endless possibilities. He tried to remember everything he had read for the past three years, trying to come up with some kind of explanation.

“Heartrender,” Kaz mumbled to himself. He looked up at Nina for a second. “Looks to the heartrender. No,” Kaz dismissed his initial thought. 

The other crows glanced between one another in slight confusion. They didn’t seem to understand what he was getting at. But the fear was starting to set into all of them.

“Looks...to...the...heart,” Kaz pieced it together. He spoke ever so slowly. “She feels our heartbeats. That’s how she knows exactly where we are.”

Just then, a demonic voice sounded in the back of Kaz’s mind. It was something only he could hear and it chilled him to his bone just hearing it. To anyone with sense, it would have sounded like your conscience speaking to you. Only this time, it was a very distinct voice that wouldn’t belong to any human. It could only belong to someone who possessed the magical ability to manipulate someone’s mind. And all it said was...

“Very good, Rietveld.”

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as much as i would have liked to have seen old crosshair and wrecker in the epilogue, i think having it focus on just hunter and omega is so beautiful. that initial father & daughter dynamic they formed back in season 1 was truly the heart of the show, so having the very last scene centre around that specifically was such a full-circle moment 🥹🥹

why peter and mj are important (far from home spoilers)

when spiderman was first created (1962) and when Mary Jane Watson was first introduced (1965) interracial marriage was still illegal in the United States. (Loving v Virginia, the supreme court case that legalized it, didn’t happen until 1967)

50 years later, MJ is black and we have an interracial onscreen kiss between the two characters

and that’s actually a pretty big deal 

Play Pretend | Part 2

Summary: As the pair begins dating, Jason Carver finds out about their scheme of a maintaining a ‘fake relationship’ only when he’s around. In the end, something happens which ends up accidentally convincing him that they are dating. 

Warning: NSFW +18, lots of smut, swearing, fingering, making out, implied sex, dirty thoughts, quickie in a closet, unprotected sex, very detailed descriptions

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Type: Continuation of Part 1 

Word Count: 5,333 words

Part One Here

The day was illuminated with special pale beams of winter sunlight, streaming through the small peeks in the grey clouds. The large pine trees were standing starkly in the winter morning, baring down due to the heavy burden of snow.  A few long silvery icicles were dangling on the edge of the overhangs of the trailers in the park, sparkling and twinkling in the vibrant morning sunlight.

A thick layer of ice was stretched across the entire length of the mud driveway, freezing under the cold temperature of the atmosphere. The window plains were covered in layers of dry frost, showcasing a number of little designs and details on the snow. A thick blanket of snow covered the ground and it sparkled in the sunlight. It had snowed a couple inches during the night.

In the trailer, the alarm clock began blaring the most obnoxious sound to wake up the occupant. His silver ringed hand stretched out from underneath the warmth of heavy blankets, blindly searching for the off button on the clock. His hand finally collided with the button, which instantly silenced it’s blaring sounds.

Most reluctantly, Eddie went to climb out of his bed. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing his face muscles in hopes of waking himself up. He blinked a couple times before a thought suddenly shot into his head. His eyes widened in realization. 

Quicker than anything, Eddie whipped his head around to look over the stretch of his shoulder. His gaze fell to the spot beside his own in bed, but it was empty. An indent on the pillow, the wrinkled sheets, and the discarded blankets meant that someone had been laying there if not so long ago. 

Upon seeing the empty bed, Eddie slouched his shoulders in a slightly disappointed manner. Then he stood to his feet. He went over to the other side of the room where his boxers had been lazily discarded. He pulled them up and over his waist. 

The first thing he did was light a cigarette. With the cigarette being held between his lips, he waltzed out of his room. He went to the wall phone, picking it up and holding it to his ear before punching in a handful of numbers. He waited patiently as the line rang until the receiver said that nobody was available. He hung up the phone a little too harshly.

“Shit,” Eddie whispered to himself. 

It only took Eddie ten minutes to get ready for the day. But he blindly searched for his signature leather jacket which had mysteriously disappeared over night. He could recall wearing it home last night and throwing it on the chair, but now it was simply gone. So instead, Eddie chose to wear his old jean jacket.

He shrugged the jacket over his shoulders and shifted until it was just right. He popped his hands into the two pockets, halting in his place. He had felt something in his right pocket. He lowered his gaze to stare down at his hidden hand before pulling out a little piece of lace black fabric. It was a familiar piece of clothing and it wasn’t hard to narrow down who it belonged to.

“That sly little fox!” Eddie exclaimed. But he couldn't help smile to himself. He stuffed the panties back into his pocket.

At Hawkins High School, Y/n had just entered the combination of her locker and proceeded to open the door. She stuffed her backpack inside before she tried collecting her textbooks for her next class.

On the other end of the hallway, Eddie spotted her standing at her locker. He stopped in his steps when he saw that she was wearing his black leather jacket, which was far too big for her. He smirked because he actually liked seeing her wear his clothes. He walked right up to her and stood beside her.

“You left pretty early this morning,” Eddie claimed. He looked over the top of her head so he didn’t have to make eye contact with her. It was always awkward having to address what happened the night before.

“Yeah. Well, I had to study for Mrs Bell’s--” Y/N began.

“Mrs Bell’s exam,” Eddie finished. He snapped his fingers together as if he had just remembered about that exam. “That’s right. I forgot about that.”

“Well, we were supposed to study for it last night.” She explained. She sent him a small smirk through the corner of her eye.

“I studied,” Eddie exclaimed while throwing his hands up in defense. “Something else. Someone else,” Eddie corrected.

“Eddie,” Y/n spoke to him in an almost warning tone of voice. “We are in the hallway. Anyone could hear us,” Y/n insisted.

“Did you like it?” Eddie smirked.

“I’m not gonna answer that,” Y/n said. She turned to look into the contents of her locker. She could feel her cheeks heating up and she swore they were probably a bright blush color now.

However, there were images flashing in her mind of their sensual actives from the night before. She remembered arching her back off the mattress as her mouth opened in a silent gasp. She recalled weaved her fingers through the dark mess of curly hair in hopes of pulling him closer. Then, that one unforgettable image of when she looked down to see his head between her thighs as he absolutely devoured her.

All this time, Eddie also couldn’t stop thinking about their late night activities. How their bodies created the most delicious friction together. How their bodies rocked into each others in a synchronized harmony. How the both of them were able to have such satisfying releases.

The sound of a random locker slamming shut had pulled them both back to the nature of reality. They subconsciously cleared their throats in an awkward manner. But Eddie saw the evident blush on her face and called her out on it.

“Come on,” Eddie provoked. “You liked it. Just say it.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing it again,” Y/N confessed smartly.

“Is that so?” Eddie quirked an eyebrow at her. 

“Mhmmm,” Y/n hummed. She bit her lip. Then she nodded her head in confirmation.

Slowly, Eddie shifted to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He lowered his head down to rest on the perch of her shoulder. His lips just barely grazed the shell of her ear.

“You were so warm last night,” Eddie recalled in a soft whisper. Though it had been a cold winter’s night, he wasn’t necessarily referring to keeping warm with her under a blanket. Rather, what part of her body hugged him last night. “So tight,” Eddie clarified.

“Eddie,” Y/n rasped almost breathlessly.

Carefully, Eddie trailed his lips down the side of her face. He tucked his head into the crook of her neck. He began pressing the most soft and gentle kisses on her skin. This only brought up memories from the night before when his kisses caused her to moan his name.

In the distance, Dustin was watching the two of them interact by his own locker. His face was twisted to show his utter disgust. He stuck his tongue out and made a small sound of repulsion.

“They’re really all over each other,” Dustin commented. He began to collect his books from his locker.

“Yeah,” Lucas sighed to himself without looking up, but he knew exactly who his friend was talking about.

“You don’t think they're actually dating, do you?” Dustin wondered. He glanced back at his two friends standing by their lockers. If they weren’t dating, then they would be going on two months of faking dating just to keep up that image.

“Who knows,” Mike said with a small shrug.

“I don’t think they are. It’s all just a front, remember?” Lucas replied. 

All of the sudden, Dustin let out a loud gasp. He dropped his textbooks, which made a loud thump sound on the ground. His hands flung to the sides of his head. His eyes were so wide.

“Guys!” Dustin exclaimed. He thought of the worse thing possible in his mind. “What if they’ve had sex?” Dustin implied.

“I don’t think they’ve had sex,” Lucas said slowly because it seemed so unlikely.

“No?” Dustin perked up. He went to pick up his books. 

Unbeknownst to them, Jason Carver was making his way through the heavily crowded hallways. He had spotted the infamous couple on the other end of the hallway, which only caused him to halt in his place. He scoffed at them.

“I just wanna know how much longer they’re gonna keep this whole ‘fake dating’ thing going,” Dustin replied. He didn’t know that he had been heard by someone other than his two friends.

As if on cue, Jason spun around on the heels of his feet. He looked directly at the young freshman with full blown eyes. He took a single step forward to grab his shoulder. He made him face him while shoving him slightly back into the lockers.

“What did you just say?” Jason almost demanded. His face was already turning hot red with fury and anger.

“N-Nothing,” Dustin tried. 

“No. I heard you,” Jason claimed. He pointed an accusing finger at him, slightly jamming it into the kid’s chest. “You said fake dating.”

“I didn’t say that,” Dustin lied once again. He shook his head in denial. “I have a lisp so you probably heard something else,” Dustin tried to cover his tracks.

“I know what I heard,” Jason said through gritted teeth. He shoved him back into the lockers a little. He took a step back. Then Jason turned his head to look at the couple. “And I know exactly who you’re talking about,” Jason concluded.

“They’ve had sex!” Dustin exclaimed, thinking that this comment would convince him that they were in a serious relationship. He quickly covered his mouth because he feared he might have said that a little too loudly.

“You’re lying,” Jason stated. He proceeded to send a pointed finger towards the couple in the distance. “They’re lying.”

In that moment, Jason could see the two of them walking away from her locker. He had just closed her locker door. Then he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He whispered something in her ear, which made her smile and laugh.

If anything, this only fueled Jason’s hatred and anger directed towards Eddie. He had despised him and his group of misfits for some years, but he really started hating him when he stole his old crush from him. Now, he finds out that they both lied to him about their relationship. He was livid.

“And I’m gonna kick his ass for it,” Jason claimed. 

Without hesitation, Jason moved to stand in the center of the hallway. He cupped his hands over his mouth so his words would sound louder over the commotion in the hallway.

“Hey Munson,” Jason called out loudly.

Upon hearing his name, Eddie lifted his head and looked directly at Jason. He stopped to stand in the middle of the hallway awkwardly. He raised his eyebrows in a slightly surprised manner.

“You’re dead,” Jason stated firmly. He pointed at him.

Without waiting a second to figure out what he was talking about, Eddie and Y/n began running down the hallway in the exact opposite direction. The two of them hurried past other students, muttering apologies as they made their getaway. They figured the jock was following close behind them. 

Since Eddie was pretty tall, he could look over his shoulder and over the heads of the other students. When he did this, he spotted Jason maneuvering his way through the sea of students at full speed. He had a feeling he knew what he was upset about. Their whole fake dating situation probably got out and now he knew about it. 

This was the only plausible explanation since Eddie hadn’t done anything necessarily wrong against the basketball player for a couple weeks now. He safely concluded that he must have found out, which would explain why he was so pissed off.

In that moment, Eddie and Y/n rounded the corner to enter an empty hallway. Silently hoping that they had lost him, the two of them ended up pressing their backs to the wall. They panted heavily to themselves, hoping to regain their breath and composure.

All of the sudden, Eddie realized that he was standing right next to a closed door. He took a quick glance at the name plate and discovered that it was a janitorial closet. He rapidly opened the door to step inside. Then he proceeded to take her hand and pull her into the closet with him. He closed the door behind them, locking it in the process.

“What are you doing?” Y/n whispered in a loud tone of voice. She turned to face him with a slightly frustrated look on her face. “We can’t just hid out in the janitor’s closet. He’ll find us,” Y/n explained.

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie said breathlessly since he was still trying to catch his breath. 

The little janitor’s closet was about the size of every other closet in the school. It was a small, cramped space. It was littered with cleaning equipment along with a whole self of cleaning products. There was a tiny window on the door of the closet. It was hard to see through the window since there were metal slits blocking their view. Certainly, nobody could look into the closet through the window by the way the slits were angled. But the occupants inside the closet could see into the hallway.

Carefully, Eddie and Y/n shuffled to stand by the small window so they could see out into the hallway. They almost immediately spotted the head of the basketball team searching blindly for them. He paced back and forth, searching in every single direction. He knew they couldn't have gone far. 

As they peered through the small window, her back was pressing against his chest given the amount of space. He subconsciously moved his hand to lay on her waist so he could steady himself. She just briefly glanced over her shoulder at him. They were still panting heavily to themselves, mentally cursing for breathing so loudly. They wondered if he could hear them.

All of the sudden, Jason’s head whipped towards the closed door in the hallway. This caused Y/n to let out a small gasp, but she was quickly silenced when Eddie covered her mouth with his hand. He held her back against his body, keeping a firm grip on her. 

Slowly, Jason began taking a few steps forward. His eyes were locked on the closet door as if he were expecting something to happen behind his back. The two occupants quietly shuffled backwards so that they were directly in front of the door. They couldn’t see him through the window anymore, but they did see the shadows of his two feet from the slit under the door. They held their breath. 

On the other side of the door, Jason went to grab hold of the doorknob. But he stopped himself last minute. Instead, he concocted a sneaky scheme of his own. He dropped his hand back down to his side. Then he started walking away from the closet, staying close to the wall. He halted in his steps and waited for them to come out.

Upon seeing the shadows disappear from under the door, Eddie and Y/n felt that they could relax. They honestly didn’t know that he was still lurking around; that he knew they were in the closet. They thought they were safe and that they had gotten away. But they were wrong. 

“Oh good,” Y/n sighed. “I bet he’s gone. It looks like we can leave now.”

“Wait!” Eddie exclaimed. He placed his hand on the door to stop her from opening it. “Let’s stay here for a bit,” Eddie suggested.

“Why?” Y/n wondered. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “It’s a closet.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “It’s kinda cozy.”

Nevertheless, Y/n went to narrow her eyes at him. She looked at him suspiciously. There was a little sparkle in his eyes that told her exactly what he was thinking in that moment. Her eyes seemed to widen for a second. She raised a single finger to stop him.

“No,” Y/n said firmly without implying what she was saying ‘no’ to.

“Come on,” Eddie tried to present his case. “Hear me out.”

“No, Eddie! We are not having sex in here,” Y/n finalized.

“Why not?” Eddie wondered innocently. He took a single step forward, which caused her to take one step back. 

“Because it’s a closet,” Y/n reasoned.

“I though you said you wouldn’t mind doing it again,” Eddie reminded her. He ,once again, took another step forward until he had backed her into the wall. 

“I did,” Y/n began. “But this was not the place I had in mind. I just thought we could do it somewhere else like at your--” but she was cut off.

“So you don't want me to fuck you right here, right now?” Eddie questioned. He raised his eyebrows at her, waiting for her answer.

But Y/n could only open and close her mouth like a fish out of water. She wasn’t able to come up with a good excuse and she honestly didn’t want to push him away in this moment. 

There was a part of her that liked the idea of getting it on in the closet. A hint of the risk of getting caught or being heard by someone was thrown into the mix, which made her adrenaline pulse through her veins. And a giddy feeling formed in her stomach at the mere thought.

“We’ll get caught,” Y/n tried to reason by shaking her head. She didn’t push him away when he took a final step so his chest was pressed against her own. She brought her hands up to rest on his broad chest and he rested his hands on her hips.

“Not if you keep quiet,” Eddie whispered softly.

Ever so gently and softly, Eddie stoops his head down to capture her lips in his own. It was one of those kisses that you could hear which might disgust some people but it also might turn others on. The two of them drifted into a dreamy state of mind, automatically forgetting about the world around them.

His only desire was to touch her, to caress her body with gentle hands, and to feel her perfect softness. The soft caress of his lips were becoming more firm in an almost demanding manner. He savored the sweet taste of her lips. And the quickening of her breath was matching his own. 

His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, sending wild tremors throughout her nerves. He inflicted sensations that she had never known to be capable of feeling. He was continuing to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto her lips, basking in the sweet flavor of her supple lips. The tender touch of the lips was created in the perfect symphony.

Very carefully, Eddie’s hand drifted down the length of her body. His hand toyed with the waistline of her skirt. He dipped a single finger inside just to tease her. He broke the kiss, but his lips still touched her’s. They panted heavily to catch their breath.

“You...you do things to me,” Eddie said breathlessly. “Always leaving me on the edge. I’m always wanting more of you.”

In this exact moment, Y/n so desperately wanted more of him and she felt like she was being left on the edge with how he was teasing her. His finger dipped a little further as if he was going to pull her skirt down, but he never did.

“I just wanted you this morning, but you left too early. Then you leave behind those little panties just to mess with me,” Eddie spoke against her lips. “Driving me fucking insane, baby.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Y/n said in an almost challenging manner. Her eyes seemed to darken.

Without saying anything, Eddie roughly grabbed the hemline of her skirt and yanked it down her legs. He pressed her against the wall, using most of his weight to keep her held. His hand trailed down her body and hovered over her heat. He moved her underwear out of the way. Then he went to insert his middle finger and ring finger into her.

It didn’t take much for his fingers to slip through her entrance. She most certainly was wet enough for him. She released a small gasp at the wonderful sensation. Her mouth hung open as his fingers began moving in and out of her. 

All the while, Eddie watched her face contort and twist from his actions. He relished in the sweet sounds of her gasps and moans. He went to quicken his pace, steadily pumping his fingers. He cupped her mound and applied some pressure.

“Oh Eddie,” Y/n moaned softly.

On the other side of the door, Jason furrowed his eyebrows together in slight confusion. He wondered if he had just heard that correctly. It most certainly sounded like a moan to him. He went to lean a little to the right, which allowed him to hear a little better.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” Eddie smirked wickedly at her reaction. She nodded her head in confirmation. She clawed at his jacket so she could hold onto something. “You gonna cum on my fingers?” Eddie wondered. 

There were many perks of being a guitar player. One was that it was really easy to make a girl cum with only their fingers. It never took long. They got a lot of practice just by playing and practicing the guitar.

So, as Eddie began relentlessly pumping his two fingers in and out of her, Y/n could feel her release coming close. The base of his palm was pressed against her little bundle of nerves, which only added to the sensational feeling. 

All of the sudden, she felt her stomach contort and clench. The wave of euphoria came crashing over her entire body. It caused her eyes to roll into the back of her head. It made her mind go fuzzy. Her body even tensed up tightly. But it was the most pleasurable feeling in the world.

Before she was able to collect her thoughts, Eddie was already attempting to remove his belt. He fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants. He quickly pulled his pants down past his hips. He gripped his length, giving it a couple pumps to prepare.

Strategically, Eddie went to wrap his arm around her waist so he could support her and hold her up. He grabbed her thigh so he could hike it over his own hip. He took hold of his length once again, moving it towards the space between her legs. He rubbed the tip against her entrance, gathering and smearing her own slick.

“Is this okay? Are you ready?” Eddie wondered cautiously. He waited for her approval.

“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “I’m ready.”

In that moment, Eddie positioned himself at her entrance before he slowly sank into her warmth. The two of them released a short gasp at the mere feeling; their mouths hanging open. He continued pushing himself into her until he was fully bottomed out. Then he stilled himself.

For a couple seconds, Eddie was desperately trying to read her face. HE waited for her to get fully adjusted to his length and girth. After a second, Y/n went to open her eyes and looked directly into his eyes. She nodded her head to indicate that she was ready to proceed.

With that, Eddie pulled out of her partly before thrusting back inside. He began a steady pace. This was a new angle for them. It caused Eddie to choke a little because it was such a delicious position that brought them such pleasure. This new angle made her weak in the knees and it was a struggle to keep her composure. Their movements reminded the both of them of their activities from the night before. 

“Oh fuck,” Eddie sighed. He went to bury his face in her neck, pressing gentle kisses to her skin. This also gave him the opportunity to muffle his moans. “I’ll never get tired of this. You feel so good,” Eddie grunted.

In response, Y/n released the most satisfying moan. She squeezed her eyes shut upon feeling his length going in and out of her. Her hands began running slowly up into his curly hair and down over his thick shoulders. She held his large, broad body against hers.

She went to grab something nearby for support, but only succeeded in knocking over a mop and broom that been previously standing upwards. She desperately needed to hold onto something. Otherwise, Y/n feared that her legs would give out in a minute. She gripped the edge of the shelf.

From the other side, Jason heard the mop and broom clutter to the ground. He shifted a little closer to the closet, proceeding to press his ear against the wall. He heard panting and moaning sounds.

Then Eddie went to grab her thigh that was wrapped around his hip. He held her leg up higher as he pounded into her. He pulled his head back to stare into the depths of her eyes. He just loved her facial expressions because it told him everything. And right now, she was in complete bliss.

His mouth was tight. His face was mostly still. He was determined to hold off on his own release until she had reached her own. There was a part of him that wanted to absolutely destroy her in that exact moment. He wanted her to scream his name as he would pound relentlessly into her warm, tight pussy. However, a much larger part of him was trying to savor this tender moment they shared. It was so passionate, so meaningful, so intentional.

The obscene sounds began filling the small room. Their skin smacked together with each thrust. Their pants, moans, and gasps were synced with one another since they were experiencing this pleasure together. That tense feeling of a desirable release was drawing closer and closer with each passing second.

The quick snap of his hips caused her to moan because she could feel just how deep he was. He began hitting that one sweet spot over and over again, which brought her release quicker than she expected. She held onto him tightly as her body stiffened. She moaned freely, not caring if anyone heard her now.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie whispered with a smile on his face. But he was quickly silenced by the way her cunt hugged his cock when she came. He moaned in response. 

Chasing his own release, Eddie made the decision to grab hold of her other leg. With great effort and force, Eddie was able to lift her body off the ground. He held her legs around his waist, relentlessly pounding up into her.

He buried his face in her chest, rubbing his face against her boobs. He felt the beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the amount of work he was putting into this. He grunted to himself, mentally realizing how close he was.

“Cum for me, Eddie.” Y/n begged as her body bounced against the way.

When Eddie lifted his head to look up at Y/n, she cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips against him. She swallowed his moans, slanting her mouth into his own.

The tightness was growing more tense in the pit of his stomach. He broke away from the kiss to focus on his efforts. His mouth parted slightly as soft pants escaped past his lips.

“I-I’m gonna cum, baby.” Eddie choked.

“Do it, honey.”

As if on cue, Eddie drew back only to slam his hips into hers one last time. The pressure began to release as thick ropes of cum coated the inside of her walls. It felt so sticky and warm.

After their interaction, Eddie had to take a second to catch his breath. He proceeded to pull his dick out of her, causing it to slap against his abdomen. He carefully lowered her back down onto the ground.

Once settled, Eddie went to tuck himself back into his pants while Y/n pulled her own skirt back up. The two of them lifted their heads to look at each other sheepishly. They were both blushing.

“We just had a quickie,” Eddie chuckled.

“I know. It was kinda exciting,” Y’n said with a smile. She fixed the way her skirt laid. She brushed her hands over her clothes and checked to make sure she looked presentable.

But before she fixed her panties, Eddie brought his hand back down there. He stuck those same two fingers back inside her. She didn’t know why he did that: if it was because he wanted to keep his own cum inside her or if he just wanted to feel her warmth again.

Either way, Eddie eventually pulled his fingers out of her cunt. He admired the sight of his glistening fingers, marveling at the stickiness. He sent her an all-knowing smile.

Unbeknownst to them, Jason had heard everything. In all honesty, he believed that the two of them were still messing with him. He imagined them inside the closet, randomly knocking stuff over and moaning each other’s names to make it sound like they were having sex. He wasn’t buying their charade this time.

Jason had quite enough of this game. He was convinced they were just making these noises to deter him away or to make him jealous. He shifted to stand in front of the closet door with the full intention of yanking it open to catch them in their fake act. But before he could even grab the handle, the door was ripped open. 

In front of him, Eddie Munson stood right in the middle of the doorway. He didn’t seem the least bit surprised to see the basketball player there. There was no look of shock on his face or a jump of surprise when he opened the door. 

Upon seeing the familiar face standing in front of him, Eddie went to straighten his back in posture which made his chest puff out a little. Just by standing in front of him, Jason never realized how tall Eddie was in comparison to him. He was only two to three inches taller than him, but in this moment, Eddie looked like an absolute giant.

For a brief moment, Jason completely forgot what he was going to say to him and he forgot who else was in the closet. 

“Can I help you with something?” Eddie wondered. He narrowed his eyes at him. 

“I wanna talk,” Jason now remembered what he wanted to say. He was practically seething. “About your little scheme. About all the deception going on,” Jason added.

“What’s there to talk about?” Eddie said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. They weren’t faking their relationship anymore and they weren’t trying to fool anyone.

“You’ve been lying,” Jason pointed his finger at him in an accusing manner. “It’s been going on for months. All this time, you’ve been faking this whole relationsh--” but his words fell short.

What Eddie did in that moment caused Jason to shut up immediately. He looked at him in shock. His mouth dropped open. 

Because what Eddie had done was bring his ring and middle finger to his mouth in order to suck on those two fingers that he just been inside his girl. He wrapped his lips around the two digits, sucking and cleaning off any remaining juices. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a satisfying pop. He smirked wickedly.

“You still think we’re playing pretend?” 

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Of all the things I was expecting... A happy ending was not one of them.

New Eddie x Fem!Reader dropping tomorrow morning called “A Deal With God.” Prepare to cry your eyes out 😭

Baby Munson | Eddie Munson

Summary: When the reader discovers that she is pregnant with Eddie Munson’s baby, she is thrown out of her own house. She finds refuge with Eddie and his uncle. Though, she must battle the struggles of pregnancy and being slightly ostracized by the town.

Warning: teenage pregnancy, neglectful parents, portrayals of pregnancy, did not include labor scene because it felt too long and detailed

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Reader

Type: maybe mini series idk

Word Count: 4,458 words

It had been raining heavily when it happened. The harsh sound of a wood door slamming shut in front of a seventeen year old girl. She had just been thrown out of her house by her parents since she had committed a unforgivable sin in their eyes. She was being shunned, punished.

So there, she knelt in a puddle of rainwater outside her parents’ house. She replayed the events of the night in her head, remembering the looks of disappointment and utter disgust on her parents faces when she confessed. She begged her father as he dragged her towards the front door before throwing her out into the rain and slamming the door in her face. They had no daughter, not anymore at least.

In slight shock and disbelief, Y/n simply sat there for a couple minutes. She cried to herself because she honestly didn’t know what she was going to do or where she was going to go tonight. After some time, she rose to her feet and began walking wherever her feet took her. 

She walked against the harsh winds and the cold rain, trudging through beside everything that just happened. She hugged her arms close to her for warmth and she kept her head hung low so water didn’t get into her eyes. She didn’t carry any of her belongings because she didn’t have any with her. She only had the clothes on her back which were now soaked to the skin. 

It was dark outside, probably around ten o’clock at night. At the given moment, Eddie was making himself a little late night snack. He opened the bag of popcorn and proceeded to dumb its contents into a large bowl. His uncle was situated on the couch, flipping through channels on the television. He grumbled something about nothing good being on.

All of the sudden, there was a knock on the front door of their trailer. Both of their heads turned towards the door. They hadn’t been expecting anyone, not at this hour and not in this storm. Nevertheless, Eddie went across the room and pulled the door open. There, standing in front of him, was his girlfriend.

“Y/N?” Eddie asked. 

He quickly took note of her state. Her clothes were absolutely drenched, sticking to her skin. Her hair stuck to her face, but it had been brushed away a few times so she could see where she was going. The skin under her eyes was red and puffy because she had been crying for so long. And the tip of her nose was pink from crying too. She said nothing.

“What are you doing here? It’s late and it’s pouring--” Eddie wondered. He was quickly cut off when she took a step forward and wrapped her arms around him in a desperate hug.

Just then, the tears came back. She squeezed her eyes shut tight in attempts to keep them from falling, but it was no use. Her body racked with sobs. She cried ever so softly and quietly.

“Hey. Hey,” Eddie tried to reassure her. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

Without hesitation, Eddie ushered her inside his warm and cozy trailer. He closed the door behind him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder in hopes of bringing her some sense of comfort. 

In a second, Uncle Wayne had returned from the hallway with a brand new towel in his hands. He handed it to her. His face laced with a strong look of concern for her.

In response, Y/n quietly thanked him for the towel. She wrapped the towel around her shoulders, shivering softly. This helped dry her off a bit and gave her some warmth.

“C-Could I stay here for a while? My parents--,” Y/n almost couldn’t bring herself to say. “They kicked me out.”

“Yeah. Of course. You can stay in my room,” Eddie nodded his head. He figured it would be best not to ask questions about what happened right now. She was clearly distraught and she probably just needed some time.

Now, there was only one bedroom in the trailer. Out of the kindness of Wayne’s heart, he let his nephew have the room to himself. He slept on a folding cot in the living room. The system worked. Neither of them complained about it. 

Eddie was changing the sheets on his bed since he hadn’t done that it the longest time and since he had a guest staying. While Eddie gathered the gross mess of dirty sheets in his hands, Y/n had shuffled to stand by his bedside table. She timidly grabbed the small opened box of condoms laying there.

Naturally, Eddie lifted his head to look at her. He saw that she was holding his box of condoms. His facial expression dropped in sudden realization. Hesitantly, Y/n lowered the box of condoms back onto the side table. She turned her head to look at him with tears streaming in her eyes. Everything was communicated so clearly with that one look in her eyes.

“Are you--” Eddie questioned. He took a step forward. He pointed to her. “Did I--” Eddie couldn’t speak.

Without saying anything to confirm or deny the accusation, Y/n went to wrap her arms around her stomach as if she were trying to hide the fact. She could feel the tears streaming down the sides of her face. She was so overcome with emotions.

After some time, Y/n had dried off. She changed into some spare clothes that Eddie had given her to borrow. She crawled into bed with the hopes of falling asleep and waking up from this terrible nightmare. Thankfully, Eddie was there to help her fall asleep. He simply brushed her hair down with his fingers and that seemed to lull her to sleep.

Once Y/n was sleeping, Eddie quietly exited his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He shuffled back into the living room. He found his uncle rearranging the living room, settling up another bed on the ground for his nephew. Upon hearing his approach, Uncle Wayne turned around to face his nephew. He looked at him expectingly.

“I—I got her pregnant,” Eddie choked. He had a build up of tears in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment.

“Oh Eddie,” Uncle Wayne said softly. He looked at his nephew with such sympathy in his eyes. He wasn’t going to yell at him or scold him like his father would have. 

Instead, Uncle Wayne brought his nephew over to the couch in the living room. He helped him sit down with a single hand on his back for support. He didn’t want to ask any questions. He didn’t want to overwhelm him, because he probably was feeling an overwhelming sense of various emotions. So he sat quietly and waited for his nephew to talk to him.

Out of instinct, Eddie rubbed his hand over his face. He kept his hand over his mouth, reveling in the news that was just broken to him. He swallowed the heavy lump lingering at the back of his throat. He began to panic a little.

“I-I just don't understand,” Eddie began. He raised his hand in defense. “I mean, we were so careful every time. W-We used protection,” Eddie claimed.

His uncle only nodded his head understandingly. He had always been the more quiet type, more of a listener than a talker. He turned his head and looked into the distance. His nephew breathed a long sigh.

“You’ll get through this,” Uncle Wayne encouraged. He went to look at his nephew sitting beside him. He sent him a weak smile. “Both of you will,” Uncle Wayne added.

“I’m not ready to be a father,” Eddie shook his head.

“Most people aren't,” Uncle Wayne shrugged his shoulders. “But you will be when the time comes,” Uncle Wayne concluded.

That night, Eddie couldn’t seem to fall asleep. It wasn’t because he wasn’t sleeping in his own bed. It was more because he couldn’t stop thinking. The questions of “how did this happen” or “what are we going to do” kept coming up. And he couldn’t answer them.

Now, Y/n told him that she found out just earlier that day after having stolen a handful of pregnancy tests from the nearby gas station. She brought one of the pregnancy tests to show him for even more proof. And sure enough, there were two little pink lines on it. 

For some reason, Eddie kept hearing the sounds of a newborn crying. He didn’t know how to take care of a baby. He'd never even held one before! Whether he liked it or not, he was going to have a newborn baby to take care of and provide for a couple months.

In that moment, Eddie decided that he was going to do everything in his power to make sure his girlfriend was cared for during the pregnancy. He was choosing to be there for her. He was going to provide her with all of her needs, whether that be food cravings or much needed back massages. 

Even after the baby was born, Eddie was determined to pull his own weight. He thought about how he could take the night shifts and feed the baby a bottle. He'd figure out how to change a diaper. He wondered if there was a parenting book in the library that he could check out. No matter what, Eddie was going to take care of her and the baby.

During the early stages of the first trimester, Y/n had the worst case of morning sickness. Almost every morning, she was woken up by the sudden urge to throw up. She’d have to race to the bathroom just to yank open the toilet seat. Her stomach would contract violently as heaps of throw up came out of her mouth.

Despite the fact that it was around five or six in the morning, Eddie would always come in to hold her hair behind her head. He’d stand over her hunched figure sitting on the ground. Her hair was collected in a tight grip at the back of her head so she never had to worry about loose strands falling into her face. Sometimes, Eddie found himself rubbing her back in a reassuring manner and whisper encouraging words to her. He was in there every morning with her.

Over the next couple weeks, the word had finally spread around town. A large majority of the towns people were disgusted by the news, secretly calling her ‘a whore’ behind her back. And saying things like ‘that’s what she gets for sleeping around’ despite the fact that she had only slept with her boyfriend. And they didn’t blame her parents for throwing her out on the streets, thinking that she deserved it and maybe she’d learn her lesson.

Then there was a small minority of people who just felt pity for her. This group main consisted of the community who lived in the trailer park. They had heard that she had been thrown out by her parents. They felt bad for her. She was just a kid anyways.

The worst part was the high school. She had stopped coming to school since her parents refused to pay the monthly school bill. Now this only sparked rumors in the hallways. The vast majority of students figured that she had gotten pregnant, though they didn’t know by whom. This became such a talked about scandal that the principal had to address it at one of the school assemblies.

Whenever Eddie and Y/n would go out, it was inevitable that they were going to receive stares from people passing. Especially from women who were always trying to see if she was starting to show yet. Eddie always handed her one of his jackets and she used this to conceal her growing stomach from the world.

One day, there was a knock on the front door. At the given moment, Eddie was working on his campaign in his bedroom and Uncle Wayne was working. So Y/n went to open the door. She figured it was just one of the neighbors coming to stop by. 

But when she opened the door, she was surprised to see Mrs Wheeler and Mrs Mayfield standing in front of her. They both wore the biggest and brightest smiles on their faces. And they each carried a large box full of miscellaneous things. 

Behind Mrs Mayfield was her own daughter named Max. She had just started her first year of high school and it was their first year living in the trailer park themselves. In contrast, Mrs Wheeler came from the middle class suburbs. She had her own large white cookie cutter house, lined with perfectly trimmed hedges. It felt like such an odd thing, seeing those two women together considered their very different backgrounds.

“Mrs Wheeler,” Y/n acknowledged because she knew her daughter Nancy from school. “Mrs Mayfield,” Y/n added.

For a second, Y/n really didn’t know what to do. She looked between the two women, wondering what they could possibly want from her. She shifted her weight onto one side and just stood there awkwardly. Then she cleared her throat.

“Is there something I can do for you?” Y/n wondered. She quickly wrapped her sweater around her evident baby bump because she felt so self-conscious about it. 

“We have some things for you,” Mrs Mayfield said. She gestured to the large cardboard box in her hands. “And for your baby,” Mrs Mayfield included with a gentle smile.

“M-My baby?” Y/n questioned.

“Yeah. Just a couple things that we collected from when we had little ones of our own,” Mrs Wheeler replied. She glanced at the other woman standing beside her. 

“Mainly just clothing and toys,” Mrs Mayfield nodded her head. 

"Of course,” Y/n was brought back. She placed her hand on her forehead. “Come on it,” she said while moving out of the way and opening the door a little further.

Together, Mrs Wheeler and Mrs Mayfield placed the two large boxes on the coffee table in the center of the living room. Then the two of them proceeded to sit down on the couch. They opened the boxes and started taking some of the contents out. 

So Mrs Mayfield pulled out a couple newborn onesies. She claimed that Max was born much too big for the clothes she had so they weren’t even used yet. The only unfortunate thing was that she only had one daughter so there weren't any boy themed clothes. But Y/n claimed that it was fine and she was most grateful for them anyways.

Now Mrs Wheeler had much more baby clothes on her. Since she had two daughters and one son of her own, she brought a whole variety of options since they wouldn’t know the gender until the baby was born. She was even so kind as to give her a newborn and toddler car seat, stating that Holly had just grown out of her’s. 

Then came the baby toys. With the help of all three Wheeler kids, they had assembled a small pile of old toys that they didn’t necessarily play with anymore. Nancy had decided to give away some of her stuffed animals, thinking she was a little too old to have those now. Mike gave away some of his little action figures, toy trains, and automobiles. And Holly wanted to give the new baby her old rattle, some building blocks, and pop up books.

All the while, Y/n was marveling at the adorable little toys and trinkets. She let her fingers graze over a few of them, realizing how blessed she was to receive these. Then she held up a little onesie to view, which only made the smile grow on her face. She thanked them for their generosity.

On the sidelines, Max was sitting on the floor next to the coffee table. She kept stealing glances towards the older teenage girl. She saw the baby bump peeking out from behind her sweater. 

“Do you think you’ll have a boy or a girl?” Max wondered curiously. She kept a blank face, but she was beaming with genuine curiosity.

“I-I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it,” Y/n confessed with a shrug of the shoulders. She folded some baby clothes in her lap, setting them off to the side. “Eddie and I-- we are both an only child,” Y/n explained.

“Have you thought of names yet?” Max mentioned. She felt the smile growing at the corners of her lips.

“No,” Y/n smiled back. “No, we haven't.”

That night, Eddie came into his bedroom carrying two bowls of ice cream. He sat down on the bed and went to lean against the headboard next to his girlfriend. He placed her the bowl of ice cream on top of her round stomach and it stayed there perfectly. He began eating his own bowl of ice cream.

“We really should come up with names, Eddie.” Y/n said. She discarded an empty notebook that she had been holding for the longest time. She had been trying to think of good names to write down.

“Here,” Eddie said as he placed his bowl on the bedside table. He proceeded to pick up the notebook and pencil. “I got a couple names in mind,” Eddie confessed.

He quickly scribbled down a short list of names on the piece of paper. Afterwards, Eddie handed her the notebook for her to read. He grabbed his bowl of ice cream so he could keep eating it. He stuffed a spoonful in his mouth.

“Really?” Y/n looked at him. “Ozzy is your first pick?” Y/n said with a slight scoff.

“It’s a good name! It’s different. It’s unique,” Eddie was honestly trying to make a case for this option. He really just liked Black Sabbath.

“I don’t think so,” Y/n chuckled softly. She looked back down at the list. “John is a good one. But did you only pick that name because of John Lennon?” Y/n wondered.

“Uh, just look at the next one,” Eddie tried to avoid answering the question. He pointed to the notebook in her hands.

“Kirk,” Y/n read. “What? Like Kirk Hammett from Metallica?”

“I was hoping to get away with these,” Eddie let out a loud sigh of defeat and had a smile growing on his face.

“I know you too well,” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. She noticed something on the list. “You don’t have any girl names listed here,” Y/n acknowledged.

“I couldn’t think of any,” Eddie confessed.

“Watch us have a girl,” Y/n snorted.

“Would that be so bad?” Eddie asked with a hint of seriousness in his tone of voice. He looked at her with such sincerity in his eyes. “Is any of this so bad? Us having a baby?” Eddie added.

“At first, I think I was scared.” Y/n confessed. She thought about her next words carefully, knowing that Eddie was depending on them. “But things have gotten better. I feel...happy and I am excited to meet our little one soon,” Y/n said with a small smile on her face.

With that, Y/n placed her hand on top of her bulging stomach. She rubbed her hand over it a couple times in a reassuring and comforting manner. All of the sudden, Eddie placed his hand over hers. His thumb brushed against the back of her hand. 

A broad smile grew at the corners of his lips. He leaned forward to press a single kiss to the center of her forehead. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding her close to his side. He used his other hand to rub her stomach. He smiled at the thought of his baby being right there and eventually getting to meet him/her in short due time.

“Me too,” Eddie spoke softly.

Now, several months had passed along in the pregnancy. Everything seemed to be in order for the baby’s arrival. The doctors claimed that the baby was healthy, suggesting that he or she could arrive any day now. Despite everything, Eddie was more anxious and nervous for when the time would come. He spent most of his days fretting over his girlfriend, checking on her every couple of minutes to make sure she was okay.

One night, Y/n was tossing and turning in her sleep for many hours. She wasn’t able to get into a comfortable position and she was having minor contractions. She began to realize that they were growing a lot stronger and a lot closer together.

Carefully, she hoisted herself into a sitting position on the bed. She went to tap on Eddie’s arm in hopes of coaxing him awake. All of the sudden, Y/n felt another contraction coming. She hissed at the tight feeling, squeezing her eyes shut and clutching onto her stomach. She couldn’t take the pain any more.

“Eddie,” Y/n said breathlessly as the contraction began to subside. “Eddie, I need you to wake up.”

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked sluggishly. He rolled over to face her, trying to burrow his face back into the pillow so he could get some sleep.

“I-I don’t know what’s happening,” Y/n confessed. She began to breathe heavily to herself. “I think the baby is coming,” Y/n replied.

Upon hearing this, Eddie’s eyes snapped open suddenly. He went straight into panic mode. He jumped out of their shared bed, hurrying around the room to find some spare clothes. He quickly grabbed his car keys off the side table.

In the background, Y/n had shifted to sit over the side of the bed. Her hands clutched at the bed sheets as another contraction struck her like a ton of bricks. She had never experienced pain like this before.

All of the sudden, Eddie knelt down in front of her. He was holding her favorite pair of shoes in his hands. He carefully slipped each shoe onto her foot before helping her stand to her feet. He walked her towards the front of the trailer with one hand secured behind her back. He closed the door behind him before heading straight towards his van. Then the two of them drove to the hospital.

After nearly eighteen hours of labor, the two young teenagers became parents to a beautiful baby girl. She was quite small, later weighing at only five pounds and some odd ounces. It also wasn’t surprising that she came out with a head full of hair, curtesy of her father.

The newborn baby had released a loud cry of protest. She was quickly cleaned by the doctor because she was covered in this white substance and a little blood. They wrapped her in a soft blanket before handing the baby to the new mother. 

With some hesitation, Y/n took the bundled baby into her arms. She held her close to her chest, not really sure what else to do. She brought one of her hands up to hold the back of the baby’s head because she remembered that newborns can’t support their own head. She tried to soothe the baby by whispering soft hushes.

Naturally, with a mother’s touch, the baby seemed to quiet down in her arms. She quickly found that she had forgotten all the pains and aches she had to endure in order to birth her daughter. She was so caught up in the moment that nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

On the sidelines, Eddie was looking down at the little pink baby with a blank expression on his face. He honestly didn't know what to think or feel in that moment. He stood there frozen for a couple seconds until he felt a few small droplets of tears running down his face. He didn’t know how long he had been holding them in for.

Those were some of the most genuine tears he had ever cried before. He felt an overwhelming surge of utter joy and happiness. His heart began to swell in his chest and was threatening to burst at any second. His lips tugged into the biggest smile ever.

In a shy and timid manner, Eddie shuffled forward in his place until he was standing right beside the bed. He leaned down a little so he could get a closer look at the newborn. 

The newborn baby’s head was burrowing into the crook of her mother’s neck. The warmth of her body must have felt so comforting to the baby. She had fallen asleep, breathing the occasional snuffles of sound.

Hesitantly, Eddie reached forward to stroke the top of the baby’s head and brushed some of her hair. Then his finger moved to touch the swell of her cheek. He watched the way the baby leaned into his touch. And he smiled down at her.

“She’s so soft,” Eddie commented. He proceeded to touch her little feet, which were poking out of the blanket now. He really couldn’t contain his smile. “So tiny,” Eddie added.

“She’s perfect,” Y/n said breathlessly since she was still trying to recover from just giving birth. She released a long sigh. She felt the sudden weight of sleep threatening to take hold of her at any moment. 

“You should rest,” Eddie suggested. “I’ll take care of her.”

As if on cue, Eddie brought his hands forward to take his daughter into his grasp. He held one hand underneath her head and the other behind her back to support her. He handled her very cautiously and carefully at first because he was afraid she might break. She was just so little and light.

When Eddie lifted his head to look at his girlfriend, he found that she was already fast asleep. He quickly directed his attention back towards the sleeping infant in his arms. He bounced her gently in order to soothe her. 

He slipped his finger into her grasp, watching the way her fingers curled around his single one. He didn’t realize how small she was. Most of his hand covered her backside and her head was still too small to fit in the palm of his other hand. He spent so much time admiring all her little details from the mess of hair on her head to her tiny fingernails. His favorite part was her little pink nose though.

As Eddie sat in one of the chairs in the hospital room, he cradled his newborn daughter close to his chest. He was staring down at her, simply watching how peacefully she slept. For a brief second, Eddie could have sworn that he had seen the baby smile up at him which only had him smile back. He had never seen anything more pure and precious than that. And he absolutely couldn’t wait until she did it again.

WHAT’S HER NAME GONNA BE???

PART TWO HERE

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The Sergeant's Senator | Chapter 7

Summary: The day of the vote has finally arrived. As the senator prepares her departure to the senate, the assassin makes one final attempt which ends up causing more destruction than anticipated.

Warning: language, suggestive sexual content, assassination attempt, weapons used (guns and bombs), sniper/shooter/assassin mentioned, characters getting shot at, blood lose and major bodily injuries, slight language, somebody dying

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

Type: Short Series

Word Count: 4.4k words

Series Masterlist

An agreement had been reached the following morning. Despite their growing feelings for one another, the sergeant and senator came to realize that they could never truly be together. Should it come out that they were a thing, they'd both be demoted from their positions and the sergeant would be decommissioned. Therefore, they decided the sever the connection altogether. And it was the most painful thing either of them had to do.

For whatever time they had left working together, they created boundaries with one another to prevent feelings from developing any further. The distance between the two was bound to cause a deeper longing to reunite. But they knew this couldn't happen and their time was running out.

In the morning, Senator Rayna made the decision to fill out the application form for a new escort. Signing her name had never been so difficult in her life and sending the form off to the guard only caused tears to well in the corners of her eyes.

There was no point in putting it off, especially since Echo knew about it and it would have only been a matter of time before the others found out. As the leader of the group, Hunter ended up breaking the news to them when they arrived that day. He explained that the senator sent in the paperwork and that they should be receiving new orders any day now.

The Bad Batch took the news with mixed emotions. While they missed being in action on the field, there was something simple about protecting a senator in a busy city. It seemed like Crosshair was the only one who was the most pleased with the news, muttering a "finally" under his breath.

The Senator of Coruscant had been standing near the back of the room, listening to the entire conversation with her head hanging low. Her heart never ached so badly then it did in that moment. She tried keeping the tears back.

The memories of their night spend together weighed heavy on her mind, wishing more than ever that she'd be able to have that again with him. Though it was highly unlikely.

After breaking the news, Hunter's eyes drifted up to gaze at the senator from across the room. Only Y/n was quick to look away in order to avoid any more unnecessary pain. He wanted nothing more than to reach out to her, to touch her arm and reassure her that everything was going to be alright even if they weren't there. But he just couldn't do it.

What drew Hunter out of his thoughts was when Echo went up to approach him. He saw the conflict behind his eyes and in his demeanor. He brought a reassuring hand to his shoulder.

"That couldn't have been an easy conversation for you two," Echo noted with a sense of concern in his voice.

"No," Hunter hung his head low. He pushed the pain in his heart away. "It wasn't."

"You really did care about her, didn't you?" Echo wondered. He tilted his head to the side slightly.

"Still do," Hunter acknowledged painfully with a shrug of the shoulders. "Just...can't do anything about it now."

With some hesitation, Echo nodded his head as if to say he understood where he was coming from. He gave his shoulder a couple pats, reassuring him that he'd get over this eventually. But Hunter wondered if he truly could.

Near the back of the room, Crosshair managed to sneak his way over to stand right beside the senator. He leaned back against the wall and cross his arms over his chest. His eyes briefly glanced up at Hunter from across the room, curious to what Echo was talking to him about. He struck up his own conversation.

"He looks miserable," Crosshair grunted. He pulled a single toothpick out of his box, popping it into his mouth to naw on. "Makes you wonder what kinds of things were said between you two yesterday."

"It was a private conversation," Y/n said sourly. She wore an evident frown on her face. "What was said is meant to stay private."

"It doesn't matter anyways," Crosshair shrugged off. "Because we'll be shipped off soon. And everything will go back to normal like how it always should have been."

His words sounded like they were laced with fire. The senator turned her body to face him, staring up at him with a slight look of shock on her face.

"You've never liked me," Senator Rayna pointed out. "From the moment you got here, I could only see the contempt behind your eyes."

"I don't just dislike you," Crosshair pushed off the wall to face her. He leaned down to be eye level and pushed himself forward slightly. With narrowed eyes, Crosshair spat out how he truly felt: "I despise you."

Upon hearing those words, Senator Rayna's face only dropped. A massive wave of newfound hurt sought to drown her and consumed her entire body. She felt the tears gathering in her eyes, which she tried to hide because she knew it would only bring him satisfaction.

"W-What have I ever d-done to you?" Y/n said through her tears.

"It's not what you did to me. It's what you did to him," Crosshair acknowledged. He tipped his head to gesture to his oldest brother from across the room. She turned her head to look towards the sergeant. "You made him weak and soft," Crosshair scowled.

The sniper took a step towards her, which only caused her to stumble over her own feet as she put distance between them. He towered over her to intimidate her. She hated to admit that it was working.

"If anything happens to you, I wouldn't give a damn because that would mean we'd finally be rid of you. Leaving this place will be the best thing to happen for this squad," Crosshair spat down at her.

"Crosshair," Hunter's voice called from across the room.

Neither of them turned their heads to address him, but they knew he was looking directly at them.

"That's enough," Hunter scolded.

For a brief moment, Crosshair and Y/n had forgotten about Hunter's enhanced senses, particularly his hearing. Their entire exchange hadn't gone unheard. He heard every word of hatred that came from his brother and he resented him for it.

Because the senator didn't deserve to be treated that way and if his brother had a problem with how he was acting, then he should have confronted him instead.

"We should get going. I don't want the senator to miss the vote," Hunter announced.

The senator didn't care about the speech she had given a week prior, the vote that was about to happen, or even the results that she worked so hard for. Her mind had been completely captivated by her sergeant that she couldn't have.

Without wanting to cause any further arguments, the Bad Batch proceeded to follow the senator out of her office. They followed directly behind her and would escort her to the vote. However, Crosshair and Hunter lingered behind for a brief moment until the room was completely empty.

In that moment, Hunter sent his brother a glaring look of disapproval and complete anger. His hands had subconsciously clenched into tight fists at his sides. He looked away and started heading towards the door of the office, but right as he met the threshold, Crosshair finally broke the silence.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" Crosshair's tone didn't seem to waver.

Upon hearing those words, Hunter stopped short in his steps. His shoulders began to tense up and his hands remained clenched. It was getting harder to him to not blow up. He didn't say anything at first.

His silence was enough of an answer.

"That's why this has been so hard for you. You got attached," Crosshair pointed out.

Slowly, Crosshair went to approach his the doorway in which his brother stood. He let out a small scoff, quickly glancing him up and down.

"Didn't think you had it in you. Hope you left her feeling satisfied," Crosshair spoke with venom in his tone. He threw another toothpick into his mouth before wordlessly making his exit. The sergeant was left alone in the room, but the weight of his guilt was ever present.

The hired hitman felt a single bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face as he hid behind one of the pillars in the sniper's nest. He clutched a small device in his hands, hanging his thumb over a solid red button. He waited for the perfect moment.

Unbeknownst to the Bad Batch, there were three hidden bombs scattered around the landing platform that they just walked out on. One of the bombs was hidden right underneath the airspeeder and had been activated a couple minutes ago. Any electronic frequencies from the bomb would remain hidden since it was attached to a vehicle that also emitted frequencies. The other two bombs were yet to be activated.

The sniper was careful to peer around the pillar; his gaze fell on the small group walking across the platform and heading directly towards the airspeeder. He pressed the single red button which activated the countdown from one of the other bombs.

In that exact moment, Hunter froze in his place. He held up his hand to stop the rest of the group. His eyes seemed to narrow in slight confusion as his hearing focused on the little faint beeping sound coming from the opposite side of the platform. He looked over his shoulder, settling his sights on the entrance of the building they just came from. He felt the frequencies radiating heavily from one specific area.

"What is it, Hunter?" Echo inquired.

"There is a bomb nearby," Hunter whispered under his breath.

"A bomb?" Wrecker repeated just a little too loud. He quickly looked around as if he magically spot it. He raised his own blaster a little higher. "Where is it? I'll take it out."

"Not your brightest plan," Crosshair said while rolling his eyes.

"We must calculate our steps," Tech pointed out. "Any certain movement could trigger it."

"Wait for my signal," Hunter order. He began to make his way through the group, heading back towards the center of the platform.

"Hunter," Y/n called after him. "I don't like this."

"Don't worry," Hunter reassured her with a small smile. "If anything happens, Tech will stay to protect you."

"Alright," Y/n agreed. "Just be careful."

With some hesitation, Hunter started walking back towards the entrance of the building. He had retrieved his own blaster from his holster and now held it up. He peered through the scope in hopes of spotting something. He waved his hand to signal the other members to follow him.

Now Wrecker, Echo, and Crosshair began moving towards the center of the platform with their own weapons raised. They scouted the peaks in the tower, searching for any sign of the sniper. Back near the airspeeder, Tech made sure to stand relatively close to the senator in case anything happened. He held his blaster in front of him.

Kneeling down, Hunter spotted the small beeping device that was tucked behind one of the pillars. He felt a tight knot forming in his stomach at the mere sight of an active bomb in front of him. He quickly called for Wrecker to disarm it.

Slowly, Hunter forced himself to rise to his feet so that Wrecker was able to get into position. He spun around on the heels of his feet in order to face the senator. He gave a single wave of the hand as if to say they had the situation handled.

Suddenly, Hunter could feel his heart dropping so fast in the pit of his stomach as his eyes landed on the same beeping device hidden underneath the speeder. He broke into a run, urging them to get down. But it was much too late for that.

The device had detonated, which sparked an explosion of destructive fire that consumed everything. There was a loud and echoing boom that caused ears to start ringing in pain. The shockwave that came from the explosion only pushed the others back to the ground. The bright red, yellow, and orange flames only grew as more fuel was added from the airspeeder. Cracks had begun to form on the platform and black smoke surrounded them.

Just as the device had detonated, Hunter had lost sight of the two people standing in front of the speeder. Their bodies disappearing in the midst of flame and smoke. Before he knew it, Hunter was lying on the ground having been thrown back from the blast. He rolled onto his side.

The sergeant groaned in slight pain. He held his arm up to shield his visor from the blinding flames. He did manage to find his footing as he stood on two shaky feet. He quickly turned around to find his other brothers behind him which brought a wave of relief over him. But that also didn't last long because the other two bombs detonated a second later.

The Bad Batch was knocked down from the force of the blast and debris falling around them. The pillars from the building caved from the destructive explosion, crumbling down and striking the platform with such force that it made deeper cracks. More clouds of black smoke swept around their bodies and the ash began fluttering through the air. The world disappeared underneath the veil of darkness, claiming the conscious mind of the sergeant.

The dust had failed to settle anytime soon. With the fire still burning steadily, a thick aroma of black smoke consumed the area. The platform could be heard groaning in pain because the supports holding it up had been compromised. It was only a matter of time before parts of the platform began to give way.

On the sidelines, Tech had to take a moment to gather himself. He had only just come to a second ago. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Tech tried to ignore the painful ache that consumed his entire body. His armor had done its job of protecting him from the explosion, but it had still grown hot to the touch from the flames.

Rolling onto his back, Tech's eyes drifted to the bright blue sky above him. He pushed himself into a sitting position, finally turning to address some of his surroundings. There was a small explosion on his left, which caused him to wince roughly and cower behind his arm.

"D-Does anyone copy?" Tech spoke into his communication system, silently praying that someone would hear his message. "I-I r-repeat: does anyone copy?"

The line remained silent much to his dismay.

Forcing himself to stand, Tech tried to use his helmet to scan the area in search for any remaining lifeforms. His visor illuminated the form of a red body underneath some heavy debris not too far away from him. He quickly made his way over to the body, mindfully avoiding the cracks below him.

Upon closer inspection, Tech had recognized the figure belonging to that of the senator. He knelt down beside her unconscious form, desperately searching for a way to lift the heavy debris off her body. Though Tech didn't ignore the fact that the side of her head was dripping with blood, having sustained a traumatic head injury. Right now, Tech just needed to get her out of there.

"If anyone can hear me, the senator is down. I repeat: the senator is down." Tech announced through the communication line though it came through super spotty to the others. As the other squad members came to their senses, the words 'senator' and 'down' were coming through their helmets.

Despite his efforts, Tech was unable to lift the cement debris by himself. He tried a couple times; He pulled and pushed with all of his might to move the huge chuck of pillar, but he wasn't the muscle of the group.

All of the sudden, Tech was able to hear a familiar groaning coming from the cloud of smoke beside him. The familiar figure of the biggest group member appeared to pierce through the smoke. He slowly trudged towards his brother while holding his arm and limping slightly.

"Wrecker!" Tech exclaimed. "I've never been more happy to see you."

"Yeah," Wrecker groaned in slight pain as he approached his brother. "Good to see you too, Tech."

The platform shook slightly under the added weight to that specific area. In response, Tech's eyes fell onto a large crack developing on the ground near them. He realized that the platform was beginning to fall away. He looked up at his brother with wide eyes.

"Watch your step," Tech ordered strategically. "This place could give away at any second."

With a firm nod, Wrecker made sure to watch his steps carefully and maneuvered his way over to them both. He quickly found a sturdy place to stand. He bent his knees and took hold of the debris.

"I'll lift. You pull her out," Wrecker explained. He counted down from three before lifting the heavy piece of cement upwards a couple inches. It was just enough space for his brother to pull the senator out.

Once the senator was secure, Wrecker slowly lowered the pillar back down onto the platform while being careful not to destroy the ground. He knelt down beside them just as Tech began scanning the senator with his data pad.

"How bad is she?" Wrecker inquired with a sad look in his eyes.

"Bad," Tech said blatantly. He typed something into his data pad. "She is suffering from severe internal bleeding and will likely succumb to her injuries if she does not receive immediate medical attention soon."

"We need to get to the Marauder," Wrecker realized.

In another part of the platform, Echo felt like he was reliving what he gone through years ago. The familiar aches and pains were almost too much for his body since he had been close to the explosion. He struggled to compose himself, standing to his feet slowly and shakily. He let out a low groan.

In a brief moment of panic, Echo turned his head to the left and to the right in a desperate attempt of locating the others. He called their names a few times, but failed to receive a response from them. He brought his hand up the the ventilator of his helmet, coughing slightly as he ingested smoke that failed to filter.

"I-If anyone..." Tech's voice cracked through the comms. Echo quickly pressed his finger against the side of his helmet to hear the message more clearly. "Sen-n--nator--d-do-own. M-M-Mauad--now," Tech called.

The only thing going through Echo's mind was how he needed to get to the Marauder. He quickly broke off into a sprint back towards the building with every intention of retrieving the ship from one of the other platforms. He shielded himself from the burning flames and rising smoke, risking it all for the mission.

"I'm o-on...my...way," Echo's voice spoke through the weak communication line.

Upon hearing the broken message, Tech and Wrecker breathed a small sigh of relief. They could rest easy for a moment knowing that help was on it's way and that another one of their brothers was alive. They glanced at each other before redirecting their attention back to helping the senator.

"Senator?" Tech spoke softly while gazing down at her. "Can you hear me? We need you to wake up."

But she hadn't moved.

All the while, Wrecker watched his brother's hands work quickly and skillfully. He had a handful of gauzes and serums from his pack. Pulling out his data pad again, Tech pressed a button which imitated a blue scan over her entire body. He didn't like the look of what showed up on the screen.

"Brain activity is dangerously low," Tech commented more to himself than anyone.

"W-What does that mean?" Wrecker worried.

"She's dying, Wrecker." Tech replied.

Without hesitation, Tech removed his helmet and tossed it to the side. He proceeded to take off his gloves next. His gaze shuffled down to the large gaping wound on the side of the senator's abdomen. The blood was seeping out of her body at a rapid pace. And Tech didn't know if he could slow it down.

"Wrecker," Tech called. He pointed to the leaking wound on her side. "I need you to apply pressure right here. Don't let up. It will slow the bleeding."

Carefully, Wrecker's large hands hovered over the spot. It took him a second before he finally gave into the internal conflict. He pressed his hands into the fresh wound in hopes of stopping the blood from flowing so quickly. He tried to ignore the way the blood seeped over his fingers. And he had to look away in fear of losing his stomach to the sight of gore.

In the midst of chaos, Hunter was slow to come back to his senses. His body was screaming in pain from the mere force of the blast. He shifted his hands underneath himself, pushing his upper body upwards slightly. His muscles shook as he did so; a small groan escaping past his filtered helmet.

With some difficulty, Hunter was able to get to his feet. He desperately searched for the others, but he couldn't see anything beyond the smoke and debris surrounding him. His senses failed him as well because he couldn't seem to pick up their all-too familiar smell. He called for them over the comms, but it seemed like his helmet was busted.

All of the sudden, a blaster shot came out of nowhere and lodged itself in the back of his right shoulder. The proximity of the shot caused him to stumble forward onto his knees. He grabbed his shoulder in pain, hissing at the sharp pain. He just barely managed to glance over his shoulder to spot the assailant walking through the black clouds of smoke with a blaster raised in his hand.

"I must admit: it hasn't been easy trying to take my target down. You're one hell of a soldier," the mysterious assassin spoke with a deep cynical voice behind his mask. He took a couple more steps forward until he was standing right above the clone.

"What do you want...a medal?" Hunter groaned in slight agony. He gripped his shoulder a little tighter in hopes that it would relieve some of the pain.

"Oh, I don't care about you." He knelt down in front of him, pointing the blaster directly at his face. "I only care about killing the senator and getting paid. I'm looking forward to cashing those credits in."

The assailant was taunting him. The anger and rage began to boil within the sergeant's veins, threatening to break loose at any moment. He held a stoic face, but was biting his tongue until he tasted his own blood. He wanted nothing more than to punch that stupid helmet off the guy's face.

All of the sudden, another random blaster bolt had whizzed through the air. The blaster shot smacked into the center of the assassins chest, sending him flying backwards until he was laying flat against the platform. The sergeant scrambled into a sitting position, shifting to glance over his shoulder. His eyes landed on the familiar sharpshoot pointing his rifle at the body.

For a brief moment, Hunter had never been more relieved to see his brother despite the risk he had taken in shooting the assassin down. He tried to rise to his feet while still holding onto his shoulder. However, Crosshair had joined his side and grabbed his arm. He helped him rise to his feet, double checking to make sure his oldest brother was alright.

"T-Thanks," Hunter said. He looked at his youngest brother with a small hint of pride in his eyes.

"Don't mention it," Crosshair scolded him with a serious look behind his eyes. "I mean it."

Together, Hunter and Crosshair made their way over to the suffering body of the assailant that was still laying on the ground. As they drew closer, Hunter was the first to step forward and kneel down in front of him. He pressed the bottom on the side of mysterious man's helmet, activating the trigger to retract the facemark.

What they both saw was shocking. It was a clone.

However, he wasn't wearing the typical clone armor; this style was coated in black and the mask had dark green eyes. They weren't even sure what generation of clone he would have been. His tactics were far from a regular clone. But he wore the face that millions of clones shared. This was something else, something new.

"This...complicates things," Hunter noted. He furrowed his eyebrows in slight confusion. They stood tall above him. "You're just a reg. Why are you trying to kill the senator?"

The clone assassin only let out a crazed laugh, which caused a few steams of blood to escape the corners of his mouth. His body was starting to succumb to his injuries, growing weaker with each passing moment. He looked up at the two enhanced clones, shaking his head slightly.

"L-Like I said, I was just doing a job to get paid."

"Who hired you?" Hunter demanded an answer.

"I'll never tell you," the assassin hissed. "You'll have to shoot me de--"

But the man was never able to finish that sentence because the sharpshooter had shot him once more to silence him forever. He silently strapped his rifle onto his back, turning to walk away and ignoring the look his brother was sending him.

At the given moment, Hunter was overwhelmed with a million different emotions. He wore a shocked expression on his face, not believing what his brother just pulled off. Not only that, but he was also incredibly taken back by the fact that he shot a clone without hesitation. He watched his figure retreat, but he called after him.

"What the hell were you thinking? Shooting a brother like that," Hunter gestured to the motionless body behind him.

"He's not a brother," Crosshair shrugged his shoulders. "He's just another reg. They're disposable."

"We didn't know anything about this clone. What his motives were, where he came from, or why he was trying to kill the senator," Hunter listed off. "He deserved to stand a fair trial," Hunter argued.

Upon hearing this, Crosshair stopped in the middle of his tracks. He threw a brief glance over his shoulder with a taunting smirk gracing his lips. He huffed.

"Starting to sound like your little girlfriend," Crosshair mocked.

"That's enough, Crosshair. You shouldn't have done what you did. You crossed a line," Hunter said through gritted teeth. His hands began to clench at his sides.

"You know...you should be thanking me," Crosshair replied. He was now turned to face his brother head on. "The threat is gone. Your girlfriend is safe. And we can finally leave this place. We completed the mission."

"You killed a clone," Hunter ignored him.

"I completed the mission," Crosshair corrected. The two brothers stared at each other with dangerously narrowed eyes, waiting for the other one to break first. But a familiar voice pulled them out of their internal war.

"H-Hunter...H--Hunter," Echo's voice broke through the communication system. "Come in. D-Do you read me?"

"I hear you, Echo." Hunter spoke while pressing the side of his helmet.

"I-I'm bringing the Marauder around now," Echo explained. The line was starting to get a little clearer and crispy as he spoke. "Tech says we need to get the senator out of here as soon as possible. She doesn't have a lot of time."

"Copy that," Hunter nodded. "We are on our way."

The ship was able to round the side of the building. The wind blasting from the engines was enough to push the clouds of black smoke away from the platform momentarily, providing a clear direction for where the others were on the opposite side. The ship was descending until it hovered right by the edge of the platform.

With great precision, Crosshair and Hunter began to make their way towards the group of others. They avoided the cracks in the ground, coming up beside their fellow brothers. The sergeant took a moment to stare down at the senator's motionless body, surveying her injuries carefully.

Though Tech was still working on bandaging up some of her wounds, Wrecker was still keeping his hands pressed against the gaping hole on her side. He made sure to avoid his sergeant's gaze, feeling a bit helpless in their failed attempt to protect her from harm. The sharpshooter was the only one brave enough to look directly at the sergeant with an all-knowing look in his eyes.

It was like Crosshair was saying it all over again to Hunter. Don't get too attached. Because this is what he'll get.

CHAPTER EIGHT HERE

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