Just Gonna Leave This Here

spoilers below: 😁

YALL IM SO READY FOR THIS LIGHT SYMBOLISM

Why I Stopped Writing:

Many of you know me as webslingerholland. My tumblr page was very popular from 2016-2018. My best stories were Baby Holland and The Royal Family. I wrote for Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harrison Osterfield, Sam Holland, and Harry Holland. I had millions of followers and thousands of likes on each post.

It wasn’t until October 15, 2018 that it all went downhill. My life changed dramatically to the point we’re I was forced to leave my home. It was a painful time for me. I was full of anger and frustration. And I made the mistake of deleting my tumblr and all my stories on it. To this day, this has been my biggest regret.

I wish I kept those stories. I wish I kept those memories. I wish I could reread all the comments. I wish I could remember my followers. I wish I could turn to my inbox to see my latest messages from fans. I wish…I wish…I wish.

But I can’t. It’s gone now.

I came back in 2020. I made a new account under the same username. Some of the original creators found me again. Some of my old followers were still around. I found that a lot of people had been asking about me over the years. I can’t justify why I deleted everything. There is no excuse. And I seriously regret it.

I started rewriting my stories, occasionally finding some copyrighted versions on different platforms. I was doing well again until…

I met someone.

We started seeing each more often and we started dating a couple months later. I was finally happy again. I didn’t need to turn to my writing to find happiness. I found it with him. And so I stopped writing. I still have my account here. I might even still add to it from time to time. I might come back to write stories again. I might do a lot of things.

Last Friday was the three year anniversary of the worst day of my life. I was feeling really low, but my boyfriend had the whole day planned out to keep my mind off the bad memories. And at the end of the day, he got down on one knee and proposed to me. I obviously said yes.

I’ll never close the door to tumblr. I’ll always leave it open for the possibilities. I actually am still writing on Wattpad. I’ve found a lot of joy in that because I originally started on that platform. What’s important to know is that im still here. I still open the app every day. I just don’t post stories anymore…at least, not right now.

But I’m happy. I have someone who makes me happy. I’m doing well in college. I’ve gotten closer to my family. I’m getting married in the spring. It’s a good life.

And so I write this as a little life update. I doubt many people will read it. I don’t think I have as many followers as I did back in the day. But to those who do still follow me and check up on me, this was for you.

Thank you for everything. Thank you for the love. Thank you for the comments. Thank you for the likes. Thank you for the follows. Thank you for making me happy for so many years. I appreciate everything you did for me. I love you so much!

Wait a second did you write Baby Holland or am I crazy

I wrote Baby Holland. Don’t worry. You’re not crazy.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL

Im terrified HAVE MERCY

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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The Emperor of Magic | Prologue

Summary: More feared than the Shadow Summoner himself and more powerful than the Sun Summoner could even imagine, the Emperor of Magic is the only known human to be able to manipulate magic. Having only been a myth up until this point, Kaz Brekker sets out to take her captive in hopes of making himself rich in the process…

Warning: +18 Warning, mentions of gruesome deaths, person taken into captivity

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Type: Series

Word Count: 1.6k

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It had been three and a half years. Any spare moment was spent keened over a desk looking at outdated documents, old records, and even ancient books. Plans had been laid out, but were often discarded once a flaw presented itself. The rumor had started three and a half years ago; that there had been a sighting of what ancient texts called ‘The Emperor of Magic.’

This was no ordinary human being. They couldn’t be classified as Grisha since they only performed small science. They are only able to manipulate things. The Emperor was able to craft, wield, and destroy anything. They are the only known being to control magic.

There were theories that tried to reason and explain the power and extent of magic. The Emperor needs to see a victim in order to inflict order and control their mind. The Emperor must touch a victim’s skin to possess them. The Emperor need only hear their victim’s voice to be able to control their every thought. Though the wildest theory claimed the Emperor doesn’t need to see, touch, or hear anybody in order to control them. They are already all-knowing. Therefore, they could control.

More feared than the Shadow Summoner himself and more powerful than the Sun Summoner could ever imagine. The Emperor of Magic rose above all others. Their power was not limited to one area like the Grisha. They had the ability to control anything and anyone.

The Emperor was not viewed as a Saint; they were viewed as a demon from the depths of hell. A man had died the most impossible death; his head exploded into millions of pieces. Some witnesses were around when the incident happened and called the authorities. Now someone had been taken into custody.

Due to the extent of the incident, the leaders of the three nations called a meeting to discuss what should happen next. They met in Ravka. In the Little Palace, they attempted to come to an agreement as to what should be done about this new threat to their world.

While Ravka, Fjerda, and Shu Han had their differences in the past, they were willing to work together to come to a solution about this issue. If they refused to work together, their countries might cease to exist in a few years time or they might lose their thrones of power. They needed to find a solution.

“She went willingly. Didn’t put up a fight,” the King of Ravka explained to them. “She very well could have taken down my entire army if she wanted to, but she didn’t.”

“Are we absolutely certain it was her?” The Taban Queen of Shu Han spoke.

“Once she was in custody, she killed two more guards the same way,” The King of Ravka claimed. “It is most certainly her.”

“How was she detained?” The King of Fjerda asked in a thick heavy accent. He had obviously heard about the extent of her powers.

“My soldiers took her by surprise,” the King of Ravka boasted. “They covered her eyes with a bag and put muffs over her ears. Stuffed a gag in her mouth so she could not speak and bound her wrists so she couldn’t perform any magic.”

“Where is she now?” The Taban Queen of Shu Han wondered.

“She is currently being kept in a high security prison. Though I fear the cell is not built to contain someone as gifted as her. She needs to be kept in an impenetrable place,” the King of Ravka said slowly.

The Ravkan King’s eyes had shifted to the King of Fjerda. The Ice Court was a military stronghold that was truly impenetrable. Many of the druskelle were tasked with guarding the high-security prison, keeping track of all prisoners. The King of Ravka knew that the Ice Court would be the only place that would be able to contain someone of such power.

“You don’t think she would be able to escape the cells?” The King of Fjerda questioned. “She can control anything; she could make her way out of a flimsy cell.”

“That’s why I’d like to send a Fabrikator to construct a cell to hold her,” the King proposed. But this only caused the King of Fjerda to laugh.

“I would never allow the likes of Grisha into my court,” the King of Fjerda seethed in threat. His people liked to hunt those who could manipulate small science. They found so much pleasure in killing them.

“Then say she does escape. Don’t you think she’ll want to take us out first?” The King of Ravka explained. This only caused the other king to frown. “She is called ‘the Emperor’ for a reason. She won’t need kings or queens once she is in power. She’ll take our thrones if we do not stop her now.”

“You can stop her by killing her,” the Fjerdan spat. “Strike her down where she stands. The demon does not deserve to live.”

“But she could be of great use to us,” the Queen of Shu Han spoke up. Her people were known for conducting scientific experiments and inflicting inhumane treatment onto the Grisha. “If we could harness that power, we’d be able to control our enemies,” the Queen grew excited from the thought alone.

“Exactly,” the King of Ravka nodded. “She’d become our greatest weapon.”

The three leaders agreed that they liked power and they’d like to remain in power. By eliminating the threat, they’d have very little to gain from it. However, if they were able to obtain that power of magic somehow, they’d be able to weaponize it and use it against their enemies. They’d be unstoppable.

So they crafted a legal document in which they all had to agree to and sign. In the document, Ravka would supply the materials needed to contain the threat. The Fabrikators would have to create a cell that could contain such power. They’d also be tasked with crafting the proper attire that would render her imobile and make it so she could not use her magic. The Fjerdan would provide the space to contain her and the people to guard her. The druskelle were known to be some of the best soldiers in the world. The Shu would provide the knowledge. They’d send scientists to perform the experiments needed to figure out how to harness the power of magic.

Each nation had a part to play. And it was going to work in their favor.

That meeting happened three and a half years ago. There was no evidence that the meeting ever happened besides the legal document which explained each nation’s part to play in the whole scheme. Only one person had lived to see the incident happen that resulted in the death of a man. That is how the rumor started.

The Emperor of Magic had been sighted, but there was little evidence to prove it. The man claimed that the authorities took her into custody, but neither the captive or the guardsmen were ever seen again. The man who claimed to see all of this was starting to go crazy, becoming a theorist whose ideas sounded extreme.

The rumors spread across the lands and fell on ears. Many people chose not to believe the man, insisting that there was no such thing as magic and whatever he had seen was just make believe. Some people were most intrigued by his stories and wondered what truly happened to the person captured.

The Little Palace kept the legal document of evidence in a sealed vault. The document had actually never been seen by anybody other than the three people who had signed it. However, unbeknownst to the three rulers, the legal document that was currently sitting in the vault was not the original copy.

About three years ago, a small group of criminals had broken into the palace on a completely unrelated heist. Their true intent was to capture the Sun Summoner who had just recently been discovered. But one of the members stumbled across a secure vault.

He had a thing for lockpicking. When he was able to open the vault, he was slightly surprised to see a single piece of paper inside. He took it without hesitation, coming to believe it must have had some type of significance if it was locked away. He quickly crafted a replica and forged signatures before slipping the copy into the vault.

Kaz Brekker was able to find the one piece of evidence and quickly became obsessed with it. For the next three years, Kaz studied that single piece of flimsy paper until the edges became worn and the paper grew discolored. He tried finding old reports on abnormal or supernatural behavior. He pulled out old records of prisoners kept in the court. He even read ancient texts which described the emperor’s power.

Why the fascination? Why the obsession over a mere myth? The answer was clear to him.

He didn’t believe in saints or demons. He didn’t care about people who could manipulate small science or people who could control magic. What he saw was an opportunity to make him rich beyond his wildest dreams.

If other people in power knew about this potential weapon, how much would they be willing to pay for it? If he managed to break her out of prison and keep her captive himself, what kind of power would he possess?  Power. Money. Control.

He began crafting the ultimate heist. He recovered old maps of the court they had made during their first heist as a full crew. He studied the old myths to become more knowledgeable in the kind of threat they’d be facing. Wanting to keep his whole crew alive if possible, Kaz was making sure every aspect assured their safety.

They couldn’t be seen by the emperor. They couldn’t be heard by the emperor. And they could not touch the emperor. But Kaz somehow devised a plan to get the emperor out of prison. 

It took him three years. He lost count of the amount of paper he’d gone through. He spent too many hours studying those old documents. He also didn’t relay any details to the rest of his crew. At least, not until he was able to perfect his plan. 

Finally, after three years, Kaz was content with the looks of his heist. He looked over the plans once more. He managed to break into the Ice Court once. How hard could it be doing it again?

THOUGHTS ON THE NEW SERIES?

Running Bets | Hunter from The Bad Batch

Summary: The Bad Batch likes to make bets during missions, especially when things get really chaotic.

Warning: mentions of death, weapons, and droids being dismembered

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Jedi

Word Count: 3.5k

Type: Oneshot

The Bad Batch were currently away on another one of their missions. They found themselves aboard a modified Providence-Class Separatist Dreadnought which served as General Grievous's main command ship. Their mission was quite simple: infiltrate the naval warship, retrieve a piece of valuable intel, and return it back to the jedi council.

A few years prior, the Kaminoans had specifically requested for the Jedi Council to select and send a Jedi to come work with the rebellious group of clones. They had hoped being under the command of a jedi master would beat them into shape and teach them how to properly follow orders.

However, the Kaminoans didn't know what they had gotten themselves into when General L/n was sent to work with The Bad Batch. She was the only jedi who jumped at the opportunity to lead the group of misfits since nobody else wanted to be assigned to them. She came with her own sense of recklessness that only added to the squads over-the-top plans and inability to follow order the 'right way.'

Now, just a few years later, the five members of the Bad Batch stood in front of a closed corridor on the dreadnought. There was a comfortable silence that settled over them which was only interrupted a few times by Crosshair clicking the scope of his sniper rifle, Wrecker cracking his knuckles in preparation for the fight ahead of them, and Tech tapping away at his data pad. They stared at the closed door right in front of them, growing slightly impatient.

"Ugh," Wrecker groaned while rolling his eyes in annoyance. "What's taking so long?"

"I am trying to crack into the ship's security system. It's a complex system, but once I'm in, I'll be able to access all the doors of the dreadnought and open this one for us," Tech explained to them. He was kneeling beside the data panel beside the door, pressing some buttons in the process.

The only problem was that the rest of them had tuned him out after the word 'security.'

"Why can't I just smash through the doors? It'll be a lot quicker than this," Wrecker argued.

"Because that would give away the element of surprise," Hunter interjected. "Nobody knows we're here."

"And I, for one, would like to keep it that way," General L/n added.

"Just hurry up, will you?" Wrecker groaned. "I'm dying to crush some droids."

"I've...almost...got...it," Tech said rather slowly while pressing buttons on the panel quickly.

The screen became illuminated with a shade of green, which shown in the reflection of his goggles adorned on his face. He was now granted access to the entire ship's security system via his data pad. He stood back up to join his brothers. He pressed a few buttons on his data pad to open the large sealed blast door in front of them.

"Eyes up. We don't know what we're up against on the other side of this," Hunter told the rest of the group. They waited for the door to open for them. He drew his own two blasters out of the holsters, keeping them ready for a fight.

The other members of the group seemed to follow his actions by readying their own weapons. The general, who stood in the front and center of the group, decided to pull her own two lightsabers from her belt. Her thumbs lingering over the button in preparation for activation. Her eyes trained on the sealed door in front of her, holding her breath in anticipation.

"Care to wager a bet, boys?" She hoped it would put the rest of them at ease.

"Don't we always?" Crosshair inquired with a slight hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Loser has to clean the ship including the refresher," Y/n smirked to herself. She glanced over her shoulder to meet Wrecker's gaze.

"That's not that bad of a punishment," Wrecker scoffed while his shoulders slumped in slight disappointment.

"Have you seen the ship recently? Can't even see the floor," Hunter interjected.

"It has gotten pretty bad," Tech agreed. Oddly enough, Tech was easily one of the messiest ones because of all the little projects he left lying around. One could trip over all the cords and wires on the ground.

"Fine," Wrecker groaned more to himself. "Loser cleans the ship."

"Including the refresher," Y/n quickly added, not wanting him to miss out that little detail because she had every intention of making sure he lost today.

"Including the refresher," Wrecker grumbled under his breath.

"Whenever you're ready, Tech." The General was prepared for the fight ahead of them, keeping a firm grip on the two lightsabers in her grasp. She readjusted her stance and lifted her lightsabers up in a defensive manner.

Finally, as if on cue, Tech pressed a single button on his data pad which activated the blast doors in front of them. The doors began opening slowly from the center, retracting back into the walls and revealing the vast hallway corridor in front of them.

What the Bad Batch hadn't expected was to find the corridor completely packed with the traditional B-1 battle droids. There had to have been fifty or sixty of them standing around with blasters in hand. Their long yellow heads seemed to turn towards the source of the noise all simultaneously.

"A jedi?" One of the closer droids exclaimed in slight surprise. He pointed towards the group to signal the others. "Blast them!"

Before the droids even had a chance to start firing, General L/n had activated her two yellow lightsabers and charged straight towards the company of clankers. She dodged each of their shots, moving swiftly from left to right. Once she got close enough to them, she swiftly swung her lightsaber to slice through the base of their blasters, rendering them useless.

Behind her, the rest of them started firing their own shots and taking out droids while making their way down the corridor. Each of them showcasing their own unique style of fighting. While Crosshair usually lingered behind the group to take his precise shots, Wrecker always charged head on and fired wildly at anything in sight. There was Hunter who liked switching between blasters and blades, but often kept to his knifes as a preference. In contrast, Tech always carried two blasters and fired calculated shots.

Despite all their differences, the Bad Batch successfully worked together as a team. The General also had a different strategy. She always rushed head on; though it wasn't because she was eager for the fight, but more so because she wanted to protect the others if she could. Her two lightsabers acted as their only defense in many situations. And they trusted her enough to cover them.

Taking more droids down, Tech quickly maneuvered his way through a clear and open path until he stood in front of the next closed door. His twin joined his side and covered his back so he could have the time to open the next door without getting shot. However, when Tech pressed the button on his data pad, the doors in front of him didn't open and his data pad flashed red.

"Uh oh," Tech said to himself.

"Uh oh?" Hunter repeated. He grabbed the blade of his knife before throwing it across the room, sticking directly into a battle droid's head. "What does 'uh oh' mean, Tech?" Hunter demanded an answer.

"This door isn't opening," Tech explained shortly. He kept pressing buttons on his data pad in hopes that it would open if he tried a different combination.

"I thought --" Y/n grunted as she sliced through another droid. "You said you overroad the ship's security system and that you'd have full access to all doors."

"I did," Tech replied with a strong sense of frustration in his voice.

Pressing one final button, the door opened ever so slightly but then closed again. There had to be someone on the other side, operating the system to keep it closed from them.

"Someone is intentionally trying to keep this door closed and keep us out," Tech announced to the rest of them. His eyes scanned the vast space of the door, thinking about how he could get through.

"Well, get it open." Y/n replied.

Kneeling down beside the door, Tech got to work by prying the metal panel away from the wall. His skillful fingers threaded through the various colorful wires, searching for a cord to connect to his data pad. He called out to the others, saying he was gonna need a minute to break through.

As Tech worked steadily, Crosshair stood right beside him and fired strategically from his sniper's rifle. He took out droids who even turned in their general direction, not wanting them to get remotely close to them.

Just as the group of battle droids was beginning to thin, the doors on the left and right side of them opened to reveal more. The droids marched right into the fight, acting as the reinforcements to protect whatever was locked behind the main door. They fired relentlessly which was starting to put a strain on the group.

At some point, Wrecker had abandoned his rapid firing blaster and decided to just rip droids apart. It wasn't that hard of a task since they were made of a relatively cheap metal. He'd simply grab a droid, tear the limps off, and toss the remaining parts to the side. He threw one of the droid's bodies into the crowd coming into the corridor, which ended up knocking some of them down.

"I've got ten already!" Wrecker announced over the loud blaster fire echoing in the room. He smiled proudly to himself as he tore the arms off another droid.

"I'm on seventeen," Y/n called back. She could have sworn she heard the sergeant chuckled behind his helmet.

"Wha--" Wrecker was at a loss for words. He retrieved his blaster once again, firing rapidly in hopes of taking down more droids than his companion.

As she sliced through two more droids, Y/n turned her head and looked over her shoulder. She wore an amused smile on her face when she announced: "Nineteen!"

"You're falling behind, Wrecker." Crosshair taunted from the sidelines. He went to adjust his scope before pulling the trigger a few more times, watching the droids fall from behind it.

"Yeah? How many are you on?" Wrecker asked snakily.

"Don't worry about it."

In the center of the room, Hunter had pulled his vibroblade out of the sheath on his forearm. He jabbed the knife into the backs of droids, sendings jolts of electricity through them and taking their main computing systems out. He worked through the growing crowd of clankers, moving between them smoothly in a way that managed to dodge their firepower.

Upon turning, Hunter spotted a couple of them pointing their blasters directly at him. He dropped down to the floor just as they began firing, getting out of the way just in the knick of time. He summersaulted towards them, swiping his leg out to take out their legs from underneath them. The three droids fell to the floor. He plunged his knife into their heads before they had a chance to regain composure.

"How's that door coming, Tech?" Hunter inquired.

Now Tech was working steadily at cracking the system's code. He just needed a little bit more time, which he was certain his brothers could grant him. At first, Tech didn't respond to Hunter's question. All of the sudden, a battle droid had come to approach him and stood directly beside him.

"Halt," the droid ordered him.

Without looking up, Tech pulled one of his blasters out of his holster. He raised it quickly and fired a single shot, which managed to lodge itself directly into the droid's head. He pocketed his blaster again as the droid collapsed right beside him and went right back to work on the door.

"Just a few more adjustments," Tech replied to the others. He clicked a few more buttons on his data pad, but nothing that effected their current situation. They were still stuck in the corridor and more droids were filtering in by the second.

"You're taking a long time. Thought you were supposed to be the smart one," Wrecker called out. He grabbed another droid, raising it above his head and sending it hurdling down the corridor to take out another company of them.

"I am the smart one," Tech reassured them with a hint of bluntness in his voice. He did not look the slightest bit amused by Wrecker's comment.

"Heads up," Hunter announced.

He took out an electro magnet pulse grenade, pressed the button on the side to activate it and threw it into a crowd of droids coming into the corridor. The grenade landed at the feet of the droids before random bursts of electricity and energy surged from it. The droids' bodies shook from the electricity, shutting them down.

Despite their efforts, more droids just kept coming after them. It seemed like it was a never ending steady flow of them. When one droid went down, another two would come into the corridor to replace them. The amount of dead droids littering the ground with becoming overwhelming.

At some point, Hunter was firing shots towards droids coming from the left and Y/n was deflecting blasts coming from droids on the right side. They met in the center of the room; their backs pressing together. The two of them moved in a synchronized harmony, trusting that the other was able to cover their backs and silently communicating with their timed movements.

Tapping into the force. Y/n raised her two lightsabers over her head and forced them to form an 'x' shape directly in front of Hunter's helmet. This movement deflected a single blaster shot that was intended to strike the sergeant in the head. If it hadn't been for her senses and his stillness in that movement, Hunter would've taken the shot to the head. But that wasn't gonna happen on her watch.

"Thanks," Hunter peered over his shoulder.

"Don't mention it," Y/n waved it off.

With their backs pressed together, Hunter and Y/n continued to work together to take down the droids coming at them. The two of them moved with ultimate precision that they dominated the field. They'd never danced like this before.

At this point, Wrecker and Crosshair had stopped firing their own shots just to watch the others in action. The immediate threat was gone now as the number of droids firing at them had dwindled drastically.

Spotting the last four droids coming towards them in a line, Y/n took a single step away from her partner. She twisted her body to launch her lightsaber down the hallway, watching the yellow blade circle rapidly towards them. The lightsaber effortlessly sliced through the droids heads and they clattered to the ground. Before the lightsaber made contact with the wall, Y/n summoned it back into her hand and switched it off. She pocketed them both onto her belt.

The four members of the squad met in the center of the room while the other continued working on the connecting wires to his data pad. They briefly glanced at the mass amounts of unmoving droids by their feet, kicking a few limbs out of the way. At last, Wrecker flopped down on a small pile of droids. He looked at each of them with a strong sense of anticipation.

"Final count," Crosshair began. He adjusted the scope on his rifle for long range. He smirked to himself at the mere thought of winning the contest. "Thirty-three."

"Thirty-three," Wrecker repeated calmly. He nodded his head understandingly. "That's not bad for the squad's resident sniper."

Upon hearing this, Crosshair glanced up at him with eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. He halted his movements, studying the way his brother looked so pleased with himself.

"I, myself am sitting on thirty-four," Wrecker smirked to himself.

Before Wrecker could revel the fact that he outscored his younger brother in a battle, a single blaster bolt struck the droid he was sitting beneath right in between his legs. He glanced down at the sizzling strike.

"Thirty-four," Crosshair smirked to himself. He lowered his rifle once again.

"He was already dead," Wrecker argued.

"I saw him twitching," Crosshair suggested. He shrugged his shoulders at the notion. But Wrecker only became more enraged by this.

"He was twitching because I removed all of his limbs!" Wrecker shouted. Sure enough, the droid was still twitching slightly beneath him since the main operating system located in the head went undamaged in the fight.

"Are you two done yet?" Y/n wondered. She glanced between the two of them. "My final count was forty-eight."

"That's not fair," Wrecker groaned. "You had a head start."

"I always have a head start," Y/n recalled all of their missions together where she went charging head on to defend the others. "This wasn't any different than all the other times."

"Sergeant?" Crosshair questioned with a crocked eyebrow. The sergeant stood with his arms crossed against his chest; an amused look settling over his face.

"Fifty," Hunter announced.

The rest of them only groaned in utter annoyance. This was certainly not the first time the sergeant managed to outperform them and it wasn't going to be the last time. He claimed his victory silently, relishing the looks of disappointment on their faces.

"Looks like Wrecker and Crosshair will be cleaning the ship since they tied," Hunter told them.

"No," Wrecker went to argue. He rose to his feet. "Tech has to do it. He only got like four kills."

"Tech was a little occupied with other things. Like working on the door," Hunter told him. He glanced over his shoulder to find him still tinkering away at the data pad near the door.

"Then it should be Crosshair," Wrecker pointed to him. "That last one shouldn't count."

"Wrecker," Y/n called in a warning tone. "You both lost. Admit it."

"Fine," Wrecker huffed to himself. His shoulders slumping down at his sides. "I'll clean the ship," Wrecker added.

"And the refresher," Hunter recalled. She glanced at him through the corner of her eyes with nothing but admiration behind them.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'll do that too," Wrecker agreed to the terms.

Just then, Tech clicked the last button on his data pad to activate the door in front of him. His data pad glowed green, which meant the system had been overrun thanks to his expertise. The rest of them turned to direct their attention to the opening door, seeing the vast array of data forms in the control center.

Slowly, the Bad Batch came to approach the opening to the control center. Their eyes scanned over the various glowing white tubes attached to one central column in the room. Whatever they had come for, they were sure to find somewhere in there. Now they just needed their resident 'smart one' to locate the intel they'd come for.

"Nice work, Tech." Hunter spoke. "Let's locate the intel and get out of here as quick as we can."

All of the sudden, Y/n was able to feel a slight disturbance in the force. A dark wicked figure had graced their presence directly behind them. The sound of metallic claws for feet ground against the floor in approach. The presence was an all-too familiar one to go unnoticed or unrecognized.

The Jedi General had encountered this imposing figure one other time in her life, which was when he brutally murdered her master in combat. Ever since then, Y/n had grown to fear him and never wanted to face him. But now here he was standing behind them and blocking their only exit.

His cybernetic enhancements gave him exceptional strength, speed and reflexes to outmaneuver force-users. He wielded four lightsabers (one for each mechanical arm) and often overwhelmed the jedi with them. His most intimidating feature was his height alone, standing at nearly seven feet tall and towering over most of his encounters.

"General Y/n," the mysterious voice announced from behind them.

The other members of the squad quickly spun around on the heels of their feet, raising their blasters directly towards the menacing figure on the other end of the hallway. They moved to stand in front of their own general in hopes of protecting her.

"It's been a long time since our last encounter."

Now, coming to the realization that she could no longer run from her past, Y/n found herself turning around to face her demons. Her eyes landed on the familiar figure who had slaughtered her master, feeling her heart drop into the pit of her stomach.

It was almost like he could sense her fear of him despite not being a force sensitive being. He cackled to himself, which was something else that still haunted her too. She could still hear the way he laughed over her master's dead body. She went to retrieve her lightsabers from her belt, feeling the strong sense of anger overtaking her senses.

Because today would be the day she took down General Grievous.

The sketch and the writing is fantastic!!!! Loved this

Crosshair groaned, trying to move. His helmet had gotten twisted, the visor angle wrong. He couldn’t see. Panic arced through him. Where was he?

His left hand twitched, fingers spasming, his glove smearing something sticky. Something heavy slumped against him, something familiar, someone. Hunter. He was breathing, wasn’t he?

But he couldn’t move. Couldn’t get up to keep fighting, couldn’t hardly breathe. Maybe he could shoot —

You should be more careful —

He froze. Strained, trying to move his right hand, searching for his gun. Tried to move his hand —

No, no, no —

The boot on his arm, his whole body shaking, the hum of a vibrosword —

You should be more careful with your shooting hand.

A scream tearing his throat, the taste of blood, darkness —

He panted, trying to reach his right hand with his left, but he couldn’t feel it, could only feel a shrieking, stabbing pain — an absence —

“This one’s moving.”

“Stun him again. And clean up that blood. Hemlock wants them fully prepared for conditioning.”

No —

—

(We’re not talking enough about this moment and it’s killing me ;_; References below the cut. More musings on this here.)

Sneak Peak Coming Soon

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.