You've always sort of had an avoidance to being alone. The thought of it doesn't calm you, or fill you with peace, it just feels...empty. And boring. And miserable. Of course, you need 'alone time', here and there, but you'd much rather spend most of your day surrounded by others.

Jean Loo:

Jean Loo was always fun to be around, even if he was a little much. Just because of how it could never be boring with him. Plus, you liked the look on his face when you were able to slip in a little something in your words to fluster him. It was an amusing sight, really. You'd never grown bored of it.

And being the pest you are (affectionately, of course), you'd made it your job to try and catch him off guard once more. Without his knowledge, you had somehow gotten your hands on your very own little plush of that French rapping toilet. You'd hardly been able to cease your giggling when you'd gotten it, and you'd set it down in your room near the bedside table, and gone to bed, hoping to show it to Jean Loo in the morning.

What you did not expect was to be woken up by :

"What the fuck--EST-CE MOI???"

You sat upright in bed, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes so you could see why exactly you were hearing French yelling at 9 am. The sight that greeted you made you choke on a snort.

Jean Loo stood in the doorway of the upstairs bathroom, holding the poor plush upside-down by the leg as if it were some kind of toxic waste. He was staring at you like you had lost your mind.

"What- chérie, what the hell are you doing with a little version of Lil' Crapper? We do not need a Lil' Lil' Crapper. Also-- where would you even get this??"

"It's a secret," You giggled, watching his expression shift with barely contained amusement. "You don't like him?"

"NO!"

You burst out laughing, falling back on the bed as he watched you, still gripping onto the mini-him. You wiped your eyes, shaking your head as you attempted to speak through your chuckles.

"Wh-why not? Isn't he cute?"

"He is not! He is a mockery of the Lil' Crapper!"

"Aw, c'mon, look at him."

Jean Loo side-eyed the plush as though it had personally offended him, rolling his eyes before looking back at you and raising a brow.

"Lil' Crapper does not understand. You have all of this already, and you wish for a replacement?"

You snorted, standing up and shaking your head, plucking the plush from his hand and holding it in your arms normally, fondly smiling at it.

"No, of course not. You're the best. I just like to have a little you to have around, y'know? When the dateviators run out of charge and I can't talk to you."

He pauses, looking at the way you held the plush close to your chest. His gaze flicked back up to your face and he raised his eyebrows.

"You have this...this mini-Lil' Crapper because you miss him?"

"Yeah. I just want to have you around me always."

You had to force back a grin as you saw Jean Loo's pale face suddenly heat up, flushing with pink color. He kept up the same attitude though, and shrugged it off.

"Ah...well...Lil' Crapper guesses you can eh...keep him. Around. For a while."

"I knew you liked him."

"No! A lie! A lie! Jean Loo can't stand impersonators! They are a mockery of his art!"

Despite the claim, Jean Loo would always make sure you knew where Lil' Lil' Crapper was before the charge on your dateviators ran out, mumbling an excuse about you 'not having the energy to rap with him when you were lonely'.

Betty:

You never liked talking to Betty during the day. It always had to be at night. It wasn't like she treated you much differently at different times, but you knew that she liked to talk to you best right before bed, so you could chat and then just fall right into her arms until the sun came up.

The only issue was, once the talk was over, it wasn't really her arms you fell into. Just the bed. You wanted to hold Betty tight as you drifted off, wanted to let her know how much you loved falling asleep with her.

So, when you discovered Teddy in your closet, it sparked an idea.

Betty was waiting for you like she always was, laying down on the bed with a gentle smile and arms wide open. She always looked so soft, and comforting, and welcoming. And beautiful, naturally.

"Come here, lover, I've been waiting for you all da--"

She cut herself off, as her eyes landed on the cute little stuffie you held in your arms, and she blinked in surprise.

"Oh! Is that me?"

You nodded with a sheepish grin, holding it out so she could see it a little better.

"Uh- yeah! Sorry if it's a little weird, I just...well, I really wanted to cuddle you like you do me, so I thought..."

You were interrupted as Betty reached out and carefully disloged the plush from your hands, taking it in her freckled ones, examining it with obvious interest.

"Wow...it looks just like me. You know, lover, it's really alright. I don't mind you not being able to hold me when you sleep. In a way, you are kind of holding me. You laying on me and sleeping peacefully is heaven as is."

"Oh..." A steady rise of embarrassment crawled up your neck, and you could practically feel your cheeks turning scarlet. What were you thinking, getting a plushie of an actual person--well, a personified bed-- to sleep with?

"Yeah...that was kinda stupid of me to get, huh? I- uh, I'll just throw her out-"

A genuine smile slowly curved her plump lips, and she handed it back to you.

"That's not what I meant. I never said anything about not wanting Betty-by joining in on our heavenly rest."

Your heart swelled.

"Really?"

"Of course! I think it's adorable you'd have something as adorable as that. It's really cute...really romantic too."

She giggled, before pulling you into bed, wrapping her arms around you and sighing.

"Now get some sleep, lover. Make sure you give her a little kiss before you do."

Luke:

You felt so embarrassed that it had come to this.

Recently, you've been really paranoid about someone breaking into the house, after having an early fall horror-movie marathon by yourself. You've barely been getting any sleep, and it's taken its toll on you.

Maybe so much so that instead of ordering a better home security system or something, you made another decision.

So now you had a stuffed plush of fucking Luke Nukem.

You didn't know why exactly you chose this out of all things, but in every interaction you've had with him, he's always made you feel safe. Like he would protect you from anything, even if half the things he's protecting you from....don't exist. But still, it had comforted you. You placed it by your front door every day, and just knowing Luke Jr. was watching out for you made you rest easier.

So much so, that after a while, you just kept him there, near the doorway, almost forgetting he was even there in the first place.

Up until, of course, this morning. You'd just finished talking to Kopi, cup of a steaming latte in your hands. You were being extremely careful with it, setting it down on the counter with gentle precision to ensure not a drop spilt on you or the surface top.

"RANGER!!"

You jumped and almost tipped the cup over, but saved it just in time, gripping it suddenly with both hands, though it burned your fingers. Better than a lecture from Daisuke. You let out a sigh of relief and turned to see Luke bounding over to you, a beam on his face.

"Ranger! There you are! Listen- first off, how dare you!"

You blinked at him, trying to process his words.

"...How dare me?"

"Yes! How dare m-- you!" He repeated, pointing a finger at you. "I can't believe it soldier...after all we've been through..."

You were genuinely worried now, eyes flitting around as though trying to understand what he was talking about.

"I'm...sorry?"

"Why didn't you tell me we had a kid??"

Silence.

You stared him dead in the eye, trying to gauge if you heard him correctly. "A...kid."

"YES!" He declared, now switching immediately back to how he'd been when he greeted you, as he suddenly shoved something in your face. Realization dawned on you, and you looked back at him.

"Luke-- that's not our kid. That's a plushie. Of you."

More silence.

"...Oh. I did think it was a little strange for a kid to have the same mustache as me."

You couldn't help a smile from cracking your face as you watched him slowly come to terms with the truth.

"Sorry, Luke. I bought it to make me feel better about intruders."

"Intruders?? WE HAVE-"

"No! No! We're fine. We're fine. I just like the comfort of seeing you ready to protect me from anything."

"OH! ...I see now, Ranger." Luke said, nodding along. He took a moment before handing the plush back to you. "Luke Jr. is a fine young soldier. Any intruders will be SMASHED by the sheer power of RADIATIOOOOON!! Soldiers need to protect their own, and he won't fail you!"

You snickered, taking Luke Jr. in your arms as you listened to him. As odd as it was, Luke's words did a lot more to comfort you than you expected, and instead of placing him at the door that night, you tucked him in beside you.

The Hanks:

The Hanks were always so full of surprises. They seemed to be nothing short of spontaneous, loud, bright, and everything along those lines. Every time you'd go up to talk to them, they'd have something new to do with you, or show you, or tell you. With all these constant surprises they had for you, you'd often tried to think up what kind of surprise you could give them. Something they'd like that didn't involve you having to buy bungee jumping gear.

Eventually, it hit you. And so here you were in front of the closer, sliding open the door before quickly hiding your hands behind your back. You found the Hanks huddled together as usual, probably doing one of their 37-minute-long meditation sessions. However, as soon as they see you, they instantly perk up, waving and greeting you.

"Heyyyy, House Homie's back!"

"Oh, dude, we missed you so much! It's been foreeeeever since you've come to see us."

"Yeah, bro. At first, we kinda thought, like- Hank 3 may have been a little cringe-"

"Bro!"

"Sorry, dude. But like- we didn't know for sure."

You laughed, shaking your head dismissively at their assumptions.

"Guys, it's fine. Hank 3 didn't drive me away or anything."

A collective sigh of relief from all five of the Hanks sounded, and Hank #1 gave you a thumbs up and a wide grin.

"Great, homie! So, uh...why didn't you visit us, then?"

He didn't sound judgmental (you doubt the Hanks could really ever be that judgy), just genuinely curious. You smiled, shifting your weight as you kept your hands behind your back.

"Wellll, I really wanted to visit, I promise. You guys are awesome."

"No cap?"

"No cap. But, I was a little busy making these!"

With that, you revealed with a flourish what you had been concealing behind you--five little sewn-together Hanks plushes, each individually made for each Hank. Your smile widened as you watched their reactions, each of them looking at each other and then at you, in shock, wide smiles nearly splitting their faces.

"WHOOOAAA DUDE!!" Hank #4 exclaimed with a toothy grin, picking up his perfect tiny replica, eyes sparkling.

"You MADE these, brah??" Hank #2 asked, staring at the plushies in your hands, in awe of all the tiny little details you'd included. "Wowww..."

"No, for real, dudes! This is gnarly!" Hank #3 laughed, noticing how you'd given his in particular a little stitched-on smirk.

"Aw, check it, bros! Lil' mini Hanks!" Hank #1 spoke over your shoulder, poking his on the head.

"Mini Hanks.." Hank #5 repeated, staring at his miniature with a look that could only be described as wonder. As well as something else you couldn't quite place, but you didn't have time to think about it as five different bodies suddenly enveloped you in a tight hug, and you let out a muffled snort as they squeezed you.

"Dude, how are we gonna thank you for this??"

"Aw, guys, it was nothing."

"It's EPIC, is what it is!"

"Yeah, homie! Don't downplay it!"

You smiled at each of them, all holding their respective mini-selves proudly.

"It really was nothing, I don't need anything for it."

The Hanks all seemed to collectively decide to ignore this, and they talked among themselves about how exactly to thank you for quite a while, before Hank #3 suddenly raised his hand and yelled out.

"OOH, OOH! EXTREME MAKEOUT TIME!!"

"YEAH!!"

You just went along with it.

Barry:

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

You looked around the room over and over again. Under pillows, in the closet, under laundry, over and over again, but no luck. Oh, fuck, you were screwed.

A while ago, you'd gotten a little plush of Barry as a joke, just to make him laugh. You'd kept it around because you found it cute, and it had been in your bedroom since.

Well, until today.

You ran a hand through your hair as you let out a breath. It wasn't like that thing was all that important to you, but it being a plush of Barry of all things made it a little more of a big deal to you. You felt bad for losing a plush of him, it felt irresponsible, and kind of shitty. So, you were determined to find it.

But after hours of looking, you still came up empty-handed, defeated. So, with a heavy heart, you walked into the bathroom to tell Barry what had happened--

Only to find him staring back at you, still, holding the plush and about three makeup brushes in one hand, a lipstick in his mouth, and two shades of equally beautiful pink blushes in his other hand. You stared at him, silent, and he stared right back at you, also silent.

After a while, he smiled around the lipstick, setting a few of the brushes down and taking the lipstick out of his mouth, grimacing a bit at the taste.

"Oh, sorry, darling, that's just a vile flavor. I know they say beauty is on the inside, not the outside, but that kind of beauty should probably just stay on the outside.."

He chuckled to himself before pausing to hold up the plushie with a beam.

"Ah- and what do you think? I gave Barry 2 a little makeover...something subtle, but still just as beautiful!"

You didn't answer, prompting a question of your own instead.

"So...you have him? You've just been giving him makeovers?"

"Yes, I told you that earlier, didn't I, hun?" He asked, furrowing a (very hydrated) brow, puzzled. "Or was it Amir I told...oh, dear, I'm so, so sorry, darling, I must've told Amir and forgotten to tell you. I didn't write it down because it didn't even seem all that important--"

"Whoa, whoa, Barry, it's okay." You reassured him, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's just a plushie. It's fine." Ironic, you were saying that after freaking out two minutes ago, but Barry didn't have to know that.

Barry took a few breaths before nodding sheepishly. "Oh, you're right, you're right. It's just a plush, not a bomb, or someone's child. Just little Barry 2."

He held up the plush so you could see it, brightness returning to his face. "But you didn't answer, darling! Is he everything you ever dreamed?"

You smiled at the little bits of easily washable eyeshadow lightly dusted onto Barry 2's eyes. An itty-bitty canvas, but Barry's work was always nothing short of excellent. At least when it came to his passions.

"That and more," you told him, planting a tiny kiss on the stuffie's forehead.

"Just don't make me tear the place apart looking for him next time."

"Mm, no promises, darling."

I've been having awful cramps and throwing up the whole day, writing this was honestly such a fun thing to take my mind off it :)

amir

this man loves to look at you, it's basically what he was made for. no pun intended. he takes this job very seriously too, watching as you do whatever tasks you need to do around the house.

he studies your movements. like how your hips sway from side to side, your legs crossing each other as you walk, and the way you bat your eyelashes when you want something.

if he were to take a test on you he'd ace it! he knows every little thing you do, down to the last involuntary movment of your muscles.

amir WILL NOT allow you to be insecure, he will force you to stare in the mirror until you say that you look pretty. and i promise you he will keep you there until you say it.

if you tell him you are insecure he'll make you list all the things you don't like about yourself and kiss those parts! leaving light kisses on each part of the body he loves so much. sometimes it may get a little out of hand though

"amir please not right now" soft kisses land on your thighs, amir never stops though depsite your words. "i'm sorry mwah azizam, i just can't smooch help it. your body is so mwah gorgeous to me." you squirm as his hands hold your thighs down. "ahh—o-okay but you don't need to kiss there!"

praise is big with him! not just in the bedroom. when you're wearing a particularlly cute outfit he'll ask for a spin, studying how the clothes you chose accentuate your curves just right. the colors you're wearing making you look delicious.

he's the biggest flirt ever, doing and saying anything to catch you off guard, even for just a moment. sometimes, when you're talking to other objects throughout the house he'll come up behing you and whisper dirty thoughts into your ear. watching you as you squirm and try not to blush.

you will never have ton ask for compliments from him because he is firing them out on a daily basis. there isn't a moment where he isn't complimenting you. if you have one fan then it's amir, if you have no fans then consider him dead.

as we've seen before, amir cannot stay mad in your presence. you always know just what to say and he appreciates that more than you'll ever know.

post-realization amir would buy you all the most expensive and lavish gifts. shiny jewelry to wear around your wrists, fingers, and neck, colorful clothes to adorn your beautiful body, and all of the lastest accessories.

he would also show you off to all of his fans. there wouldn't be a single fan of amir's that doesn't know about you. he makes sure to talk about you all the time on talk shows, podcasts, and even in his own spin-off.

barry

this sweet boy would be quite the romantic when asking you out. asking all of the other objects to help him prepare this special moment. he wants to make sure it's just perfect for you. since you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

he'd help you choose what products to use as well as pick out an outfit for you.

"here goregous," he hands you a lip liner and two lip glosses, plus some other products for the rest of your face. "use these for your lip combo, i'm dying to see how those colors look on your. . .lips."

he trails off as he begins to think of your pretty lips, so soft and sweet. he'd do anything just to have one kiss from you.

barry would test different lip combos and eyeshadow looks on you, using only the colors that work with your skintone and style. of course he knows what looks good on you. he'd never make you wear something you didn't look good in/feel confident in.

plot aside, if you love to shop, barry would be right by your side. dragging you into different stores like sephora, ulta, and sally beauty's. i hope you aren't a shopaholic cause he will help you break the bank.

or if you come home from a little shopping spree he would immediately have you sit down and give him a haul. listening and watching intently as you talk about each item you pull out of the bags.

will ask you cute trivia questions all the time and you always answer them, even if he's asked some of them before. . .he already knows all about the brands you like and what products you hate but he just wants to hear you talk some more !!

everytime he does your makeup/skincare, he's always so gentle! just like when you're in bed with him.

he always makes sure that you buy waterproof mascara and eyeliner, not for any specific reason of course!

"huff huff—it's a good thing you use such a quality, hmmph—brand of mascara honey. otherwise it'd be—ugh—all over your face!"

sometimes he forgets some things. . .okay not just sometimes. but he makes sure to never forget your favorite things plus your anniversary. he'll always have room in his head for you!

barry also won't allow you to be insecure. he says that "your face is too gorgeous to be insecure my darling! you must show it off to the whole world. i know i certainly want to."

he loves kissing you, he might love it more than any of the other objects to be honest! the feeling of how soft your lips are, the taste of the chapstick you have on. proper skincare is one way to barry's heart!

You had a huge crush on Barry. You weren’t sure exactly when that crush started. Maybe around the time you started buying drugs off of him.

He however had no interest in you. Or so you thought.

As you arrived at Barry’s place in the cut you saw that he was in the middle of a deal.

“What are you doing here princess?” He asked not looking at you.

You were dressed in a pink dress. Something expensive hoping to impress Barry. You weren’t like other Kooks. You got along with the Pogues much to the dismay of your family. And you also took drugs.

Barry was the one to call you princess for the first time, and the nickname just stuck.

“I’m kinda busy here Princess.” Barry said annoyed when you didn’t respond.

“I’ll wait.” You said.

When he finally looked at you, you batted your eyelashes at him. Barry rolled his eyes. And finished up the deal. Once his client left Barry looked at you again.

“Honestly Princess what are you doing here?” Barry asked.

“I wanted to see you.” You said sauntering over to him. You sat on his lap and looked at him.

“Well I’ve got stuff to do. So maybe you should leave.” Barry said.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m fed up of this shit Barry. I’ve been throwing myself at you for months, and you keep trying to push me away.” You said.

“Am I not good enough for you? Am I not sexy enough? You’d rather fuck some Pogue who doesn’t know how to make you feel good.” You yelled.

“First of all I ain’t sleeping with no Pogue. Second even if I was it would be none of your business. I ain’t sleeping with anyone for your information. I’m too busy working and trying to shift product. You think I have time for some bitch who don’t know how to please me as you put it.” Barry said.

“Then why are you pushing me away. Why don’t you want me?” You said.

“I even dressed up for you Barry.” You said standing up in front of him to show him your dress, and heels.

“Princess you’re testing me here.” Barry said, his eyes roaming up and down your figure. His eyes settling on your cleavage which was on show. Something he knew you had done purposely to tease him.

“Just tell me why you don’t want me?” You asked.

“Get inside now.” Barry said gesturing to his trailer.

You nodded before heading inside. Barry quickly followed behind you.

“The bedroom.” He said pointing the way.

You headed towards the bedroom. When you got there you were surprised when Barry grabbed you by the waist, and spun you around to face him.

“You don’t understand how bad I want you Princess. I’ve been holding back because I don’t want to corrupt you. Pretty little Kook like you couldn’t handle me.” Barry admitted.

“Corrupt me? Don’t you think you already corrupted me when you started selling drugs to me. Fucking hell Barry. I’m not just some pretty little kook. You also have no idea what I can handle.” You said.

“Then this is your last chance. To run away. To stop this. Because as soon as I get my hands on you, I’m never letting you go.” Barry said.

You chuckled before grabbing his tank top and pulling him forward, crashing your lips against yours.

Barry slowly stripped you from your clothes. Making sure to be careful knowing he’d want to see you in the dress again.

Barry roughly pulled his own clothes throwing them across the room. Not caring what happened to them.

“Get on the bed. But keep the heels on.” He said as he pushed you towards the bed.

“On all fours.” He said.

You got on your bed, on your hands and knees.

Barry ran a finger through your slick folds.

“Fuck Princess you’re soaked.” He said.

Barry lined his cock up with your entrance, and roughly slammed his cock inside of you. He pushed your head down on the bed making you arch your back better, so he could fuck you deeper.

“Oh fuck such a slut aren’t you princess? Bet you’ve been dreaming about my cock all this time.” Barry said.

“Yes Barry.” You whined.

“No don’t talk slut. Only thing I want to hear from you is those pretty moans. That’s it take this fucking cock you filthy slut.” Barry said rutting inside of you.

“You’re my slut aren’t you?” Barry asked.

All you could do was nod, whilst moaning as Barry’s pace quickened.

“Fuck listen to how wet you are slut.” He said, the sound of your pussy squelching as he thrusted in and out.

“God you’re so tight. Such a pretty little slut, with a smart mouth and a tight fucking cunt.” Barry said slapping your ass.

You groaned. Your only response pushing your own hips back against him.

“Fuck you like that don’t you slut. The more I call you that the more you clench around my cock. And you’re begging for it aren’t you.” Barry said slapping your ass again.

“You want to cum slut?” Barry asked.

“Yes.” You moaned.

“Good girl. Cum with me.” Barry said as he started rubbing your clit in time with every thrust of his hips.

It was enough to send you over the edge, Barry quickly spilling his seed inside of you in quick succession.

When Barry pulled out you finally collapsed on his bed. Barry laid down next to you. Pulling you into his arms.

“You were perfect Princess. But you’re mine from now on. No one gets to see you like this, no one gets to be with you like this. You’re mine.” He said possessively kissing your lips.

His hands quickly come to your shoulders, stabilizing you as you curl up on yourself. He quickly pulls out the bottle of ibuprofen, shaking one out. "Here, here. Tilt your head back." He says, gently placing the pill in your mouth before grabbing a small cup off the counter and filling it with water. He brings the cup up to your lips, his free hand under your chin.

You take a one gulp, followed by some smaller sips. Reaching up, you gently pull his hand away, careful not to spill any water. He takes your hands, guiding you out of the bathroom. Betty perks up as she sees you and Barry, quickly growing concerned as she sees your pain. She crawls over, immediately helping Barry guide you into bed. She quietly thanks Barry before pulling your heating pad out from the side drawer.

"Bad episode?" She questions softly before plugging in the heating pad and sliding it under the waistband of your shorts.

You nod softly, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes. "I think I caught it early enough so I should be fine in an hour or two."

She frowns, climbing into bed next to you. She grabs one of the smaller pillows on the bed and rests it over your stomach, resting her arm on it. It provides nice pressure on your stomach, causing your muscles to relax a bit.

You feel her curl up at your side, her forehead resting against your temple. You manage to relax a bit more as you feel her touch. "Thank you..," you whimper out softly as another wave of sharp pain shoots through your abdomen.

She softly shushes you as she brings her other hand up. You let out a sigh as her arm slides under your head, her fingers brushing through your hair. "Just relax... take a little nap.."

You glance over at the clock on the dresser, letting out a small sigh. "Wake me up around sundown? I promised Volt and Eddie I'd go visit them tonight.

She smiles and nods, pressing a kiss to your slightly damp forehead. "I will, you just rest.."

You close your eyes, wincing at the pain. She slides her arm off the pillow and slides her hand under your shirt. Her fingers provide soft pressure as she rubs your stomach. You press your ear to her chest, listening to her soft breathing. You focus on the warmth and comfort she provides, and eventually manage to shift your attention to her after ignoring your pain for a while.

You feel a little dazed as you slowly wake to the sound of her gently waking you up. Soft groans leave your throat as you nuzzle yourself against her chest. She giggles, peppering kisses across your face.

"Come on, sweet pea. You told me to wake you up so you can go visit your boys." She coos softly as her fingers brush across your face.

You slowly blink your eyes open, the pain of the cramps now a dull ache. She presses one last kiss on your nose, pulling the heating pad out of its place and gently rolling you over. "Get going now.. before I keep you here all to myself.

You slowly stand, stretching your muscles over your head. She reaches out and gently pats your butt, giggling as you let out a squeak.

"You're gonna get me in trouble." You say with a smile before leaning over and giving her a quick kiss. She smiles, waving you off.

"Don't keep me waiting, honey." She gets comfortable in the sheets, already counting down the minutes until you get to be in her arms again.

You run a hand through your hair to smooth out the bedhead as you walk over to the breaker box. Straightening the dateviators, you walk into the club while stifling a yawn.

"Livewire!" You hear footsteps coming from across the room. Your gaze lands on Volt right before he pulls you into a hug. You melt against his warmth, lazily wrapping your arms around his waist.

He presses a kiss to your head, guiding you over to the bar. Eddie sees the two of you, his eyes twinkling. "There they are..." he says gently as Volt sits you down.

"Apologies, love. But I need to go start the show, I'll catch you after." Volt ducks down, pressing a swift kiss against your lips.

Part of you is tempted to pull him back for a proper kiss, but he's quickly out of reach by the time you think about it. You look over at Eddie, eyes still holding a bit of drowsiness to them.

"Your usual?" He asks while drying a glass.

You shake your head, taking a deep breath.

He frowns, leaning against the counter a bit. He raises an eyebrow, and you already know he's questioning it.

"Took some painkillers, don't wanna mix them." You mumble softly, sitting up a bit to stretch the feeling in your stomach.

Eddie frowns, coming around the bar. He turns you around in your seat, hands on your hips. "You having a cramps episode?"

You nod, taking a deep breath. "It hit earlier. Barry gave me painkillers, and I took a nap with Betty..."

He rubs a hand over your stomach, providing a soft pressure that feels nice on your cramping muscles. He moves his hands down, massaging the tops of your thighs.

"You didn't have to come if you were hurting." He says, seeming to scold you gently.

You sigh, leaning back in the stool as he massages your muscles. "I know, I know... but I wanted to see my boys..."

He playfully rolls his eyes, pulling you off the bar stool. "Come on. Maybe the show will distract you a bit."

You flinch softly as a sharp pain shoots down your thigh when your foot comes into contact with the floor. Eddie's hands immediately hold your waist, holding you up. Bringing your arm up, you wrap it around his shoulders as he guides you over to your table.

Pulling the chair out, he helps you sit down, his eyes never leaving you. When you're settled, Eddie leans over and presses a lingering kiss against your temple. His hand rubs your back softly before stepping back and walking over to the bar.

The first few sets are great, the entertainment providing a good distraction from the pain in your abdomen. Then during Keys performance, the pain starts crawling up your abdomen again. You cringe, hands coming up to rub across your stomach. That only helped a minimal amount, the pain quickly increasing.

You bring your hand up to cover your mouth, the pain making your stomach churn. Trying to take deep breathes, you shift around in your seat, hoping to find a comfortable position. Its nearing the end of Keys set before the pain gets too bad, and you're constantly shifting around in your seat. You look over towards the bar, seeing Eddie distracted by others getting drinks. Volt is probably hidden behind the curtains, waiting to announce the next up on the mic.

There's a chance for you to sneak out unnoticed, and part of you is considering taking it. You don't want to worry them anymore by having them see you in pain. Quietly standing, you glance around and try to keep your head down as you walk out of the bar. Volt peaks out behind the curtain, his eyes immediately landing on your VIP seat. His smile falters as he sees it empty, glancing over at the bar. Eddie glances up to catch a glimpse of you, hesitating on the drink he's making when he sees your empty seat.

He catches Volt's gaze before seeing the door swing open. The both of them look over, catching a glimpse of you before the door swings closed.

You rush out of the bar, rushing over to your bedroom. You stumble a bit as lightening shoots down the tops of your thighs again. Your legs weak from the amount of pain you're in, your hands tingling from the pain. Betty sits up as she hears you walking closer, practically leaping off the bed when she sees your expression.

"Darling, are you in pain again?" She asks softly, guiding you over to bed. She lays you down, frowning as she sees you flinch when you accidentally stretch too much.

You bring your legs up, curling up a bit in the sheets as the pain attacks your stomach and your back. Betty turns your heating pad up to high, laying it across your stomach. You whine, feeling a bit more pain in your back.

She quietly shushes you, resting her hand on the heating pad. "I know your back hurts but you need to keep it on your stomach, love bug."

You mod softly, the pain making your clothes feel itchy. "Betty.." You mumble out softly, and she already knows what you want. She grabs a comfy pair of your shorts, crawling up to bed next to you. She pulls off your bottoms, her hand rubbing over your thighs. Her hands provide a nice pressure before she pulls away and pulls on your comfy shorts.

The shorts provide minimal comfort, still whimpering and groaning in pain. Betty strokes your head, looking down at you. "You can't take more pain killers for another while.." She whispers softly, knowing you're already overstimulated.

You nod, leaning into her touch. "Lay with me?"

She smiles and nods, curling around you as best she can. Her hands come down to your back, rubbing the aching muscles there. You try to relax against her, the pain only subsiding a little.

Your eyes fill with tears, the pain building to frustration. You sniffle softly, leading Betty to coo at you.

"Don't cry, love bug… You know that'll only make things worse." She brushes away your tears, pressing her lips against your forehead.

Only minutes later does Dorian creak open. You don't move from your spot, your head still resting on Betty's chest. She looks up, Volt and Eddie standing in the doorway with worried looks on their faces.

She mumbles into your ear, her hand rubbing your head. "Your boys are here to see you…"

You slowly look over, your eyes red from holding back your tears.

The two of them melt a little at your soft eyes. "Livewire.." Volt says softly, the two of them walking further into the room. Eddie crawls up into bed behind you, Volt walking up behind Betty. Volt slides his arms under you and Betty, gently scooting the two of you further into the middle. Eddie curls his arm around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. Volt curls around Betty, his hand reaching over and rubbing comforting circles on your thigh.

"We got worried when you suddenly left, spark." Eddie mumbles, his lips brushing against the skin of your neck. You let out a soft noise, content with them here around you.

"Didn't wanna worry you guys by seeing me in pain.." You press further against Eddie, his warmth combating your aching lower back.

Volt smiles softly, his hand squeezing your hip. "We could've brought you back to bed if you were hurting, livewire."

You relax further in between them. Betty's hand rubs your head while holding you. Eddie pressed against your back, his hand rubbing over your stomach. Volt pressed against Betty's back, his hand rubbing across your hip and the tops of your thighs.

The small bundle of body heat provides a nice comfort aside from the pain in your body. Everyone is quiet, the soft sounds of breathing filling the room. Dorian quietly walks over, pulling closed the curtains. He leans over Eddie, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You smile up at him, your eyes drooping as the pain dulls. The boys pull the sheets over everyone and tuck you in. Eddie kisses your shoulder, Betty kisses over your eyes, Volt leans over and kisses the top of your head. The door quietly creaks closed, the rest of the house settling as the sun completely sets under the horizon.