#Eventually broke up but stay in contact for the kids

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hi Drabbles,

I wanted to ask if you still do prompts and if you do can you do the one below?

So Danny is the Ghost King and was friends with Bruce’s parents so he felt when they died. They could become ghosts but I’ll leave that up to you. But either way, Danny feels their death and assists Alfred when he can to raise Bruce. Due Danny’s visits and Bruce’s holidays in the infinite realms they (Bruce and Alfred) became very Liminal. So they have slight powers. One day, Danny comes over with Ellie and Dan (who are like siblings to Bruce as both we deaged/destabilised and Danny raised them) but Bruce forgets he never told the newer kids about them as Danny hasn’t come over in a while. Dick has meet them, Jason has heard about of them but the rest don’t know about them.

There were three strangers in their house. Usually, that would be okay, as multiple people came and went through Wayne Manor. It was customary to hire random crews to help set up for a Gala, or maybe some representatives from the various charities they helped would come over for dinner or a meeting.

Sometimes, a few of Bruce's old party buddies would pop up to get him to stop being a dad and return to his party boy days. They've all learned how to dance around visitors and hide their identities.

The thing was, these strangers were kept from the main parts of the manor. Their rooms, the sitting lounge, Bruce's Office, Damian's art studio, Jason's library, Tim's game room, Cass' dance studio, and Duke's music record room were all inaccessible.

Bruce would always ask if someone attempted to sneak away and stop them. There was a time when paparazzi disguised themselves as crew members—the three idiots even got jobs at the cleaning company—and tried to see if they could find a scandal on the children.

Brucie Wayne was seen crying hysterically on the news that night for accidentally pushing down a piano on them. He was trying to take it up to the Music Room as a surprise for Duke and wanted to avoid bothering the cleaners to have them help him. He had no idea the rope he was using to drag the grand piano up the stairs would have snapped and rolled backward onto the paparazzi, who had previously been taking pictures of Cass practicing without her knowledge.

People told him not to feel bad, as Bruce had cameras in the hallways of his home due to the last time someone broke in, and it was obviously not his fault. Some people said they deserved it, but Bruce wouldn't hear it. He paid for all their medical bills and gave them enough funds to tie them over for three weeks while they recovered.

Everyone shook their heads at poor Bruce. After all, the piano had fallen so far that the only real harm was that each of them got a few bruises and a broken arm, but that was all.

The point was that no one went up there that shouldn't be.

Yet here, standing in the middle of the Gaming room, were three strangers who were all aggressively battling it out on an old remaster shooting game.

"This is way harder than I remember," said the oldest one, who seemed to be Alfred's age.

"That's cause you always sucked at games," The woman taunted, but her words were countered by the other man shooting her down. "Hey!"

"Ha!" Barked the last man from where he was twisting his elbows, moving alongside his running character. "I'm unstoppable!"

Tim turns to his siblings, about to ask them how they want to play the dramatic scene where they would throw these people out, but his words catch in his mouth upon spotting Cass' expression.

Her narrowed, guarded eyes watched the three with the same amount of steel she had reserved for only the worst of their enemies. Whoever they are, they set off so many alarms in her. She knows they're dangerous.

At once, this minor inconvenience turned into a severe risk to his health. He snaps back towards the strangers, tense and ready for battle. Around him, the rest of his siblings are in similar stances, quickly signing how they would attack.

What kind of message were they sending if someone on Cass's danger scale was able to break in undetected and choose to play with their things? Was it a show of what they could do? Claim that they could beat the Bats without really trying?

The woman's eyes snap towards them so fast she could have been a speedster. He had even noticed her turning around; one second, she was back to them. The next, she was half-turned, staring at them. It looked like a poorly edited video. Everyone jumps, but all she does is smile. "Hey, it's Bruce's kids! Anyone want to call the winner?"

The older gentleman drops his control, turns around to fully face them, and gasps. He puts one hand on his chest and the other right above his mouth. "Look at them! There are so many! Alfred must be so excited to be a grandfather. Why aren't you two giving me grandbabies?"

"Ugh, not this again." The man sighs, continuing to play despite the fact that the other two are no longer paying attention.

"It's fine time you find someone nice." The other protested.

"I'm not nice," Countered the player. "I highly doubt someone would want to find me."

"That's not true, Dan. Most of my co-workers want your number, " the woman chirps. "Also, stay away from my office. It's gross."

"Aren't half of your office married?"

"That's why I said most, you idiot."

"Just for that, I'm going to your office dressed like a romance novel protagonist. The modern professor who goes home for the holidays and finds his humanity again. I'll have a trench coat and everything."

"How dare you. Then I'll strut by your friends in a bikini."

"That's mean. It's not Halloween; there is no need to scare them."

"I'll kill you-"

"Enough! Honestly, you two, you're in your late thirties. Stop bickering."

"No matter how old we are, Dani will always be my little sister."

"Aw. " Dani poses the same as the older man—hand on chest, hand over mouth—and looks close to tears. "I love you too, you big waste of space."

Cass creeps into the room, somehow vanishing from view as the three strangers chat. Tim is still determining where she is, but he figures she'll strike when she has the opening. He feels Duke palm the knife in his pocket, and Damian lowers himself in preparation to throw a ninja star.

Dan snaps his head up with a laugh. "Wow, you're fast. A little too loud, though. Make sure to flatline your heartbeat when sneaking up on people."

Cass drops down over him, but Dan only laughs. Her blade goes right through him, and her fast place kicks do nothing. She accidentally cuts the controller in half, stopping the man's laughter.

"No! I was winning!"

"Ha!" Dani barks, uncaring the ninja star that goes through her right shoulder and flies through her body to exit on the other side. "Dan forfeits!"

"How does this count as forfeiting-"

"Guys, the children are trying to kill us." The older man cuts in. He levels the Waynes with large, grandfatherly eyes. "Children, why are you trying to kill us?"

He says it the same way someone would as a child why they were putting things in their mouths.

"Not kill. Just harm," Duke responds, voice low and dangerous. " Why don't you answer our questions. How did you get in here?"

"Alfred, let us in. He said we could make ourselves at home while he stepped out." The old man frowned. "He went to get Bruce from his office."

"Who are you?" Tim demands next, filing away the claim that Alfred let them. The butler would have told them days in advance if someone would have access to the game room.

"I'm Danny Fenton. These are my children, Dani and Dan." Danny introduces, eyeing the crowd. "We're close friends of Alfred and Bruce."

"How-"

"It's so good to see you all again!" Dick cheers, running down the hallway and still in uniform. He jumps over his siblings in an impressive flip, not breaking stride to race into Danny's arms.

The older man holds them open seconds before they crash together. "Dick! Look how big you've gotten. Oh, it seems like only yesterday you were waist-high!"

"Ha ha ha, it has been a few years, Granpa Danny. Hi Auntie, Uncle! How are you?"

"Dickie, my sweet pea, look at you!" Dani squeals, leaning in for her own hug. She passes through a confused Cass like a ghost. "So handsome! And Tall! Who told you that you were allowed to grow taller than me?"

"Seeing that you are barely over five' six, everyone," Dan laughs, clapping Dick on the shoulder. "It's a shame we're twins, so I'm no taller."

"Um, Dick?" Tim calls as his brother breaks in fast-paced, reassurances that no matter how tall he is, he will always be open for hugs from the shorter adults. "Who are they?"

"Oh these are Fentons. Danny helped Alfred raise Bruce, so their like our extended family."

Tim blinks, wondering if this feeling of confusion is what his classmates mean whenever they joke about being at family functions and people who last saw them as babies walk up to them like they should know them. It's an odd feeling.

"Oh, them?" Jason says from behind the hallway. He peeks in casually, lowering his gun and raising the soda can in the other hand. "I heard about them but never met them. They have level purple clearance."

"Of course we do! We build that stupid cave for Bruce." Dan scoffs. "He got stuck down there as a kid and thought it was safe just to make an entire headquarters in a hole. Honestly."

"At least Bruce has a career and children," Danny says pointingly.

"Please don't compare me to my cousin." Dani groans. "It's exhausting."

Yeah, this is definitely extended family.

[vivid-dreamscapes]

AbsentFather!Bakugou who suddenly broke up with you after finding out you were pregnant, then going no contact

AbsentFather!Bakugou who only did it because he didn’t want the rest of you and your kids life being swarmed with the media, and being targets for villains to get to him

AbsentFather!Bakugou who did it without thinking it through, without considering that you both could work though it together

AbsentFather!Bakugou who happened to be in the town you had moved to after the breakup on a mission, fighting a villain nearby your house

AbsentFather!Bakugou who showed up to your house after several years of forcing himself to stay away

AbsentFather!Bakugou who fought with you until late in the night about getting to see his five year old son, and eventually explaining why he broke things off

AbsentFather!Bakugou who vowed to work towards earning your forgiveness, no matter how long it took, after you reluctantly decided to let him stay and see his kid

AbsentFather!Bakugou who took the week off to spend it catching up with his son, with your permission

AbsentFather!Bakugou who learned from his son you hadn’t dated a single person since him

AbsentFather!Bakugou who caught you giving yourself love, as you did almost every night, due to being extremely touch starved

AbsentFather!Bakugou who, despite you still being rightfully angry at him, offers to give you pleasure for the first time in many years and ends up fucking you relentlessly

AbsentFather!Bakugou who ended up extending his stay repeatedly, growing his relationship with his son and mending his and yours

AbsentFather!Bakugou who after two years of finally having you both back in his life, gets to put a ring on your finger, and have his son as his best man

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A late night text accidentally sent to one of the artist you’re working with leads to a half a year long agreement and Hyunjin wants more…

(fwb to lovers)(IdolxMusic Producer!Reader)

Before You Ruined My Outfit? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Han Jisung is your childhood best friend and his attempt at playing Cupid goes horribly wrong somehow thanks to Hyunjin…

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Hyunjin’s very vocal about how jealous & possessive he can get, and although it can get troublesome you find it kind of hot…

We Were On Break!! 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Your ex boyfriend, Hyunjin, has a hard time accepting the end of your relationship and is very persistent on getting back together…

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JYP Co. gets a new IT-Agent and you can’t help but gush about him to your favorite coworkers…

(Nerdy,shy!Hyunjin Series)

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Your boyfriend has stood you up 3x this month and you decide that you’re done with being second place. Of course he disagrees…

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Months after you took Hyunjin back you have to face the tough reality of falling out of love with him and end things for good…

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Your job has decided to transfer you to their USA branch for a year and Hyunjin is failing miserably at holding himself together before you leave…

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Babe, I Broke It 🧸 (SFW)

Hyunjin broke your brand new coffee mug and he’s taking it harder than you are (soft bbyboy)…

I Really Like You, Like Romantically 🔥🧸(MDNI)

Your best friend asks you for an insane favor of helping him lose his virginity and discovers his feelings in the process…

I Will Win! Fighting!🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You and Hyunjin make a friendly bet to survive No Nut November and despite his persistent confidence on winning, he eventually gives in…

Emergency Contact ⛈️ (SFW)

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

Safe,Loved,& Accepted ⛈️ (SFW)

Bang Chan has been making light of the nasty comments you’ve been getting online until you are put in a sticky situation and he’s worried sick a thousand of miles away…

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Your ex Hyunjin takes it upon himself to help you with financial difficulties after months of no contact, but he never expected you to fight him every step of the way…

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[itgetzweird08]

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katsuki bakugo x Gn!reader

One week later

T-Minus three weeks until the dance

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 “Good Morning!” 

For so early in the morning, the rat principal was very cheerful. The same couldn’t be said for his human climbing tree. Mr. Aizawa stood slouched, eyes dark and face heavy with lack of sleep. Nezu sat snuggly in the binding cloths on the tired man’s shoulder. Mitsuki had only spoken to the principal on a handful of occasions, and she always thought he was very…unique. But he was damn good at his job, and he really cared about his students. That's why Mitsuki had such a good feeling about the request she was about to make, despite it being such a large one. 

“‘Morning. Thanks for meeting with me, I know your schedules are probably packed with everything going on around here.”

Nezu smiled cheerfully at the woman, waving a paw in dismissal. “Nonsense! I’m always happy to meet with a parent, especially you, Mrs. Bakugo. Young Bakugo is an amazing student and has done a lot for the country. We owe him a lot. Now, let’s get into the conference room. From the summary of your reason for meeting that you gave me, I figured it would be best that the rest of the faculty joined us as well.”

The three walked into the conference room, with Mitsuki taking a seat at the head of the table. Around the table sat the UA teachers, Hounddog, and Hawks. While initially shocked by his presence, she realized that it made sense. In her email to Nezu, she mentioned that the subject of the meeting had to do with bending an international rule, and Hawks had a lot of contact with other countries as the new head of the Hero Commission.  She was grateful he was here, as she knew he had a particular soft spot for Katsuki. If she remembered correctly, he called him “A little asshole with a lot of spunk”. She thought it was a fair statement.

After exchanging greetings and pleasantries, and accepting a cup of tea from Present Mic, she began the meeting.

“Thank you all for being here. I recognize that you all are busy so I’m gonna try and make this quick,” Mitsuki sat up straighter, folding her hands together as she looked around the table. “A couple of years ago, Katsuki met another hero student at the I-Expo. They stayed in contact for a while, got really close, and eventually started dating. They care for each other, a lot. They talk every night and are a huge pillar of support for one another. So much so that,” 

Mitsuki found herself getting choked up. She always did when she thought about the possibility that she would have to deliver that letter to you. She cleared her throat, taking a breath. She hated crying, especially in front of people. After a moment, she continued.

“Right before the war, Katsuki gave me a box to send them in case something happened to him. He truly cares about them. On that note, as you all know, the Spring Dance is coming up. Despite what most people think, Katsuki actually enjoys dressing up. I thought he would be excited about the dance, but he wasn’t. In fact, he’s dreading it. All his friends have been talking about are their dates, and Katsuki refuses to take anyone but them. Now, for my request. Katsuki died for this country. This is his last chance for some fun before graduating and becoming a real pro. So please,” she bowed deeply as she spoke. Mitsuki had a lot of pride and was known for rarely ever apologizing or bowing to anyone. But Katsuki deserved to be happy. She just wanted her kid to be okay.

“Please allow them to attend as Katsuki’s date. I can give you records, letters of recommendation, and even character statements. They are a great kid and an even better student. They would cause no trouble. I just want Katsuki to be happy.”

The room was silent as all of the staff looked at Mitsuki. They then looked at each other, all thinking the same thing. Finally, Hawks broke the silence. “To be honest with you, Mrs. Bakugo, this is a complicated situation. Other countries still don’t have a particularly great view of Japan. Trying to convince them that they should allow a pardon, just for a school dance? Realistically, it’s damn near impossible,” Mitsuki felt her heart sink, a disappointed sigh leaving her. Well, at least no one could say she didn’t tr- 

“However, you make a very compelling point. Young Bakugo saved not only Japan but the rest of the world. He is, without a doubt, a hero. I make you no promises on what the rest of the commission or international board might say, but I can promise that I will advocate for Bakugou and get you an answer before the end of the week.” 

Mitsuki broke out into a rare, wide, sincere grin. She bowed once more to the room, bending deeply.

“Thank you all.”

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It was about 15 minutes before your usual morning talk with Katsuki when you got the call. Before the war, Katsuki gave you his parents' contact info in case of an emergency. You had only spoken to them on a handful of occasions, wishing them a happy birthday or anniversary, shouting ‘Hello!’ when you were on the phone and Katsuki was at home. But you had never really spoken to them one-on-one until Mitsuki called you.

You answered without hesitation, disregarding your normal early morning TikTok scroll. Something had to be wrong for her to call you, you figured. Your voice was frantic when you answered. “Hello? Is everything alright Mrs. Bakugou? Is Katsu-“

“Chillax kid! Jeez!” 

You blinked, confused at her tone. Okay, so clearly there wasn’t an emergency. 

“I’m sorry, I thought something was wrong. You’ve never called before-“ 

“Sorry, I should make more of a habit of calling my future daughter in law” 

You chose to ignore her comment. “So..if there’s no emergency, not to be rude, why are you calling?” You could picture her shit-eating grin in your head, knowing it was where Katsuki had gotten it from. 

“Well…I spoke to Hawks, you know the head of the hero commission here in Japan, he spoke with your government and pulled some strings…how would you like to be Katsuki’s date to the Spring dance?”

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[homiesexuallaj]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a one shot where the reader is new in town and Eric takes a fascination of her :)

Pairing: Eric Draven x reader

Genre/Warnings: little bit of angst, fluff, Sergeant Albrecht takes Eric in, Sarah is subtly trying to set you two up, splinter warning, Eric takes care of you, stalking (but like not in a bad way???)

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After Eric's "rebirth" and vengeance killing, it seemed the gods refused to take him back. He thought he was done when he killed the last of Top Dollar's henchmen and yet, his crow sat silently. Mocking.

Eric's partake in violence calmed quite steeply. He was unsure what he was to do now. No home. No family. All alone in rainy Detriot.

Sergeant Albrecht seemed to take pity on the grieving vigilante and took him in. He offered him food and a roof over Eric's head. The boy may be undead but he didn't have to be completely alone in this world.

Over the next few years, Eric Draven became Detriot's official mysterious vigilante. He embraced the name the people gave him, "The Crow." Though he supposed the people gave him that name due to the crow that seemed to announce his arrival anytime he was stopping crime. It didn't bother him a bit. It was just odd to him that people who didn't know who he was, much less had seen his face, had enough love for him to give him a name. But that's what people did when there was an unknown light in the dark, become attached.

In his free time or during particularly quiet nights, Eric visited his former home. The window had been fixed and the apartment thoroughly cleaned out. The wood flooring was freshly polished and the walls repainted, hiding the gore that still stained Eric's mind.

A few people had moved in throughout the years, but maybe the frequently visiting crow that sat and cawed outside their windows had scared them off. Good. No one was good enough to live in the apartment for Eric. Not until you.

When you moved in, you brought the bare minimum with you. Just enough to make the place livable. You didn't have parties or scuff up the floors. It seemed that you mostly kept to yourself, either watching tv at night or you had your nose stuck in a book for who knows how long. You kept the apartment dark, only a few lamps lit of up place. The apartment was often lit up in a soft yellow light, just enough to see the pages of your books. And eventually, a small bird feeder was set up on one of the windowsills. Coincidentally, the same windowsill that Eric's crow often watched you from.

During one of Eric's more recent visits, he was surprised to see a familiar face sitting on your couch. It was Sarah. She had made herself comfy on your couch, all laid back and shoes thrown to the floor. The tv was on some kid show, it's bright colors contrasting with the soft yellow of the room.

Eric, from the shadows, looked around for you. Eric wondered if Sarah had broke in to your apartment and just made herself at home in his old apartment. But that didn't seem like her. Sure, Sarah had an absent mother but she was no troublemaker. Soon enough, Eric spotted you in the kitchen, dishing up two plates of chicken tenders with some dipping sauces.

You carefully made your way to the couch and sat down, handing Sarah one of the plates. Both of you quickly settled down on the couch, chatting and watching the cartoon on tv.

Eric couldn't hear what you two were talking about but was wildly taken back when Sarah looked his way and made eye contact with him. She didn't seem surprised at all. Sarah only gave Eric a knowing smile before turning her attention back to the tv. Thankfully, she didn't give Eric away.

After a few hours, Sarah left. She bid you a goodbye and thanked you for letting her stay. Upon entering the outside, Sarah looked up to the ledge Eric sat upon, looking straight at him.

"It's not safe to stay outside so late," Eric pointed out, not moving. "You know that."

Sarah shrugged, "And it's totally so safe to be sitting up on the ledge."

Eric huffed and climbed his way down, falling in beside Sarah as she started walking in the direction of her apartment. He observed the child, noting a small pep her in step.

"She works at the record store down the street," Sarah started. "Right next to the bar- that's been remodeled by the way."

The bar Sarah mentioned used to be Top Dollar's hangout. But now that they were all dead, the city took it over before selling it to some new owners. Eric didn't know how the bar turned out, he refused to be in that part of the city. He could barely handle being a street over from the place.

Sarah seemed to cue in on his wandering mind, "I can take you over there and introduce you to her. She's nice."

Eric shrugged, unsure.

The two finally approached Sarah's apartment. She hesitated, not wanting to leave Eric just yet.

"Go to bed," Eric ruffled her hair. "And stay out of trouble."

"Okay," Sarah gave Eric a quick hug before hurrying up the stairs. "And no promises!"

Eric only shook his head, turning around once he heard the door of Sarah's apartment shut and lock.

Sarah did as she promised, but it took some convincing to bring Eric onto that specific street. But with a little hand holding, Eric was dragged along. He tried to convince Sarah to stay away from that part of town, but Sarah was persistent. She was in that part of town all the time anyway.

When Sarah had successful gotten Eric into the record store, she booked it off into the store and disappeared from sight. The only way Eric knew where she was- was that he could hear her shuffling about the aisles. He sighed, a little nervous about the new area.

“She’s a handful, isn’t she?” A voice spoke from behind the counter to Eric’s right. It was you.

Eric was star struck. Seeing you without any windows in the way was.. different. It was a good kind of different. You were pretty, and much more lively looking compared to the view Eric got from the other side of weather worn windows. You almost drew his breath away, almost.

A crash interrupted Eric before he could really see the details of your features. It came from somewhere back in the shop.

“Sarah?” Eric called out, concerned.

“Im okay!” The child called out.

You sighed, almost disappointed and hung your head before making your way towards the crash.

“You better not have broken anything!” You called back, disappeared behind some shelves.

Eric followed, worried and nervous. He twiddled his fingers as he followed you through crowded aisles.

Upon turning on a back corner, Eric saw the crime scene.

There was a short table tipped over with one of its legs broken and splintered in half. A couple multi-colored milk cartons were scattered along the floor. Sarah was there, picking up and stacking the cartons. Once you two adults approached, she gave you both a guilty look.

“It was… broken when I got here?” Sarah lied, smiling.

You only shook your head and helped Sarah with a smile on your face, “You’re lucky this table was on its last leg anyway.”

"Literally," Sarah huffed, continuing on her task.

You kneel down onto the floor and begin picking up what's left of the table's wooden leg. You pile the tiny splinters in your hands, picking them up as carefully as you can to avoid any injury.

Eric helps Sarah with stacking the scattered milk cartons against a nearby wall. Sarah's whispering to him, telling Eric how awesome and cool you are. I mean, Sarah is cool and Sarah only hangs out with cool people only so that should be enough proof on how cool you are. And Eric can only shake his head at the kid's antics, and started almost thinking that this whole accidentally-breaking-a-worn-down-table was apart of some plan Sarah had.

Soon enough, the two of them were done and stood there as you threw away the splintered and broken parts of the table into a nearby trash can. As the last of the broken pieces fell into the trash, you suddenly flinched away and gave a small yelp. You held your pointer finger in the palm of your opposite hand. You had a disgruntled look on your face as you peaked at your finger.

"What's wrong?" Sarah and Eric asked at the same time, stepping forward on instinct and out of concern.

"Splinter," You told them, still assessing the damage. "I'll be okay. I've got some tweezers at the front counter."

"I can.. umm," Eric hesitated on his offer. "I can help with that."

"Sure," You turned your gaze onto Eric. "I guess trying to dig this thing out myself would be kind of hard."

Before either of you two responded or spoke Sarah spoke up, "I can take the table into the back!"

"Okay," You looked at Sarah before jokingly shaking your uninjured finger at her. "Just don't break anything else."

"No promises," Sarah winked and began dragging the broken table into the "Employees Only" room in the back of the record store.

"Okay! Let's uh, get this thing out of me," You gave a nervous laugh as you led Eric back up to the front.

Eric fell in step with you, gave your nervous look a couple glances. You still held your injuring finger in your palm, keeping it front swinging or bouncing with your steps.

Up at the front counter, you offered Eric one of the hard plastic chairs that were sat behind the glass front counter. You riffled through one of the drawers that lined inside of the wooden part of the counter until you found the tweezer that you kept in there for just this problem. You wiped them down of any debris on your t-shirt before sitting in a chair across from Eric. Your hands shook a little as you tenderly handed Eric the tweezers. You two made eye contact and you gave a little nervous smile.

Eric gave a comforting smile in return, trying to ease your nerves. He took the tweezers and your injured hand. Eric scooted forward so he could rest your hand on his knee so he could have something stable to work on. As he leaned forward, his hair fell and blocked in his face. This had caused his eyes to be barely seeable between the black strands.

You felt the tweezers pull at your skin, gingerly picking away at the layers. You were tense and it was almost as if Eric could feel it.

"Nervous?" Eric spoke, his voice low.

"Just not good with this kind of stuff," You swallowed.

"Being hurt?" Eric asked, glancing up at you.

"Being operated on," You corrected.

Eric hummed in response.

With this opportunity, you decided to size Eric up a bit. He was large, wide really, and muscular, but not too muscular. He had an agile build to his body, which you could still see even as he hunched over your hand. He was tall. He still towered over you when he sat up straight in the chair, and still now Eric's body sat just at your shoulder as he hunched over. His hands were large as well, practically engulfing your own. Eric's fingers were deft as he dug at the layer of skin to get the wooden splinter out.

Before long, Eric had plucked out the small piece of wood from your finger. The area around the damaged skin was red and irritated but lacked the pinch of a splinter. It was a relief that Eric was so gentle with his task.

"Okay," Eric sat up and stretched a bit. "All done!"

You brought your finger up to your face and observed Eric's job. He hadn't dug to deep and got all the splinter out. He did good!

"Thank you," You smiled a Eric and took the tweezers back when he handed them to you, your hand a little less shaky this time.

Eric seemed to stare at your hands as they took the tweezers from him. Your hands were soft and small. Your fingers were skinny and were adorned with rings of diamonds and garnets and rubies. The red looked great against your skin.

The man watched as you got up and put the tweezers back. You walked with a bit of unbalance, Eric noticed. He had the urge to pick up the bits of clutter and push any larger obstacles to the side in case you tripped. Eric's watching was interrupted by something being put down on the glass countertop. He turned to see Sarah with a stack of vinyl records.

Sarah seemed to notice Eric's staring and wiggled her eyebrows at him with a smug smile on her face. She then looked at you with an innocent look and a big smile, tapping her fingers on the stack of records. She was giddy, you could tell.

"Is this my assignment for the week?" You asked her.

Sarah nodded, not even giving Eric a chance for an explanation.

"What's on the agenda this week?" You pressed for information that was more than just giddy smiles.

"Hangman's Joke," Sarah answered.

At those words, Eric could practically feel the color drain from his face. He knew that on the covers and inside the vinyls were pictures of him and his bandmates. But Eric is supposed to be dead, and he's not. His palms grew sweaty and he suddenly got a bout of restless leg syndrome.

"Oh I know these guys!" You exclaimed, picking up an album. "I haven’t listened to them before but I heard on the news that the guitarist was murdered."

"Oh yeah," Sarah smile diminished. "I saw them live a couple times."

The child only side-eyed Eric before continuing her conversation.

"But it's better late than never!" Sarah changed the tone with a snap of her fingers. "I'll come over tonight so we can listen to an album!"

Eric snapped his head towards her, his brows furrowed.

"But," Sarah caught his gaze before looking back at you. "I won't stay too late."

Eric nodded, settling down into his seat.

"Okay," You nodded. "I'll look forward to it!"

Over the next few weeks, you and Sarah slowly made your way through Hangman’s Jones’ albums. You fed her dinner and entertained each other while the music played. And on nights Sarah stayed a bit too late, you set her up in bed with you. She didn’t like sleeping alone.

Slowly, Eric joined you too. Sarah brought him, or practically dragged him over. Slowly Eric warmed up to the idea of entering his former apartment. Maybe it was the fact that it looked like your home instead of his was the reason it made entering the loft much easier than it would’ve been a few years ago. It was here, inside, that he got to know you more. He admired your knick knacks and your love of whatever cartoon Sarah was introducing to you that night.

By the time October came around, Eric knew your hobbies and quirks like they were his own. He even started hanging around with you one-on-one. He often accompanied you at work during the less busy hours or nights when Sarah stayed home. Eric loved to admire the clutter around your home, and gladly gave you his full attention when you showed him something new of yours or told him about the latest book you were reading.

Overtime, Eric grew to seek you out on his own. And instead of lurking outside your apartment windows, he invited himself over (after making sure you weren’t busy by looking in through your apartment windows). He also went out with you at night when you saved up to go out to eat. He’d eat whatever you wanted, or whatever you didn’t want when you got too full.

It was lovely.

Other than spending time with Sarah, this was the happiest Eric has been in a long time.

But still. He found Devil’s Day to be hard.

The flashbacks were no longer there, but Eric couldn���t help but feel aggressive, irritated, and protective of his loved ones.

He still hated that Sarah stayed out on this night. Even if Top Dollar and his gang were long gone that didn’t mean danger still didn’t lurk in the darkness.

And when Eric didn’t find you in his apartment, he panicked. In a flurry of movements, Eric donned The Crow. He sent his crow one way while he looked another.

Later than he would’ve liked, Eric finally spotted you with Sarah walking down a not-so-brightly-lit-street. It made him nervous. But instead of stepping in like he wanted to, he kept watch all the way until you two turned onto a better street in the direction of home.

But the lights didn’t stop a silver glint in the shadows making an appearance.

A man lunged from an alley way, hugged himself up against you, and held a knife to your throat. He said something but Eric couldn’t hear over the rush of blood that pounded through his ears.

You’d dropped the back of candy you and Sarah had collected from around town. You were frozen, hands up about halfway, not sure where to put them.

Sarah, in a quick thinking movement, swung her skateboard at your guys’ attacker’s knees.

The man crippled, falling and bringing you down with him. The knife against your throat moved and cut a sliver into your skin. You yelped out of fear and pain.

In a flash, Eric was down there. He took advantage of the man’s weakness and shoved him down more, pulling him away by the back of his shirt with a means to strangle him into weakness. Eric avoided the man’s grabby hands of desperation. He pulled back and back until the man grew weak and passed out, dropping his knife. Eric dropped the man onto the concrete below, bristling with rage as he tried to slow his breathing.

After a moment, he stepped over the man and towards you.

You looked up at Eric, but you didn’t know it was Eric. It was The Crow. And it was the first time you’d ever seen him in real life and not in a quick, blurry photo in the newspaper. You were bewildered. He was taller and scarier in real life. Maybe it was his face paint or the fact he almost killed a man in front of you. Your face grew red as he kneeled down in front of you, and even more so as The Crow moved your hand away from your neck to observe the small cut that leaked blood onto your fingers.

Eric had forgotten all about his persona at the moment. Kneeling down in front of you to check on you and assess the damage. He had a gentle grip on your chin, which he used to turn your head this way and that way to get a clear look at the cut. He swiped a thumb over the cut, causing you to flinch and blood to smear on your skin and fill in the prints of his thumb.

He looked you in the eyes, deciphering your absolutely terrified expression. No words came to mind as he finally, finally, got a good look at you. At your hair. The details of your face and the way your cheeks looked a bit too red for an October night. The way you sat rigid against the concrete sidewalk, unsure of The Crow’s next movements. You were splayed in an uncomfortable position on the ground and Eric, who’s hands still held your chin, swiped his thumb over your skin. The man was trapped in a trance of absolute fascination and he wasn’t sure how to get out of it.

“Eric!” Sarah got him out of the trance herself as she yelled his name and crashed into him, almost toppling himself onto you as the child squeezed him into a hug. “Thank god!!”

The position Eric was knocked into was less than ideal for a friendly (kinda), public situation.

You were knocked further down onto the concrete, resting down on your elbows. And Eric was knocked forward, resting a hand on the concrete beside your rib cage, almost trapping you in between the sidewalk and himself. He could feel his own face grow hot as you two stared at each other with wide eyes. He then saw the expression change from fear, to surprise, and then confusion.

“Eric?” You questioned, looking from The Crow to the child squeezing herself into Eric’s side.

“It’s Eric!” Sarah told you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Can’t you tell?!”

Upon your close proximity, you got a real good look at The Crow. His curly hair that seemed to always fall over his face, his prominent nose, high cheekbones, and his dark eyes that always seemed to swirl with some emotion. All features of Eric and suddenly you recognized the vigilante who hovered above you.

“Eric?” You started, uncertain. “You’re The Crow?”

Eric hung his head, almost ashamed that he didn’t tell you sooner. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he then looked back up at you. “I did it to keep you safe, I promise. I never know who’s after me in this city, especially at night. I don’t need anyone to use you as a weakness over me. I don’t need you hurt because of me.” He continued to ramble on. “I understand if you don’t like me anymore or if we can’t hang out or if you feel betrayed by me. I-“

“Eric,” You cut him off. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“Really?” Eric’s eyes shone as he looked at you, strands of hair falling over his ghostly white face.

“Yes, I do,” You nodded. “Now can you get off of me? This concrete is really uncomfortable and i’d really like to be out of here before that guy wakes up. And I’m still bleeding. Like I’m sure I’m halfway to bleeding out right here on the sidewalk.”

Eric panicked at your last sentence, completely forgetting it was a joke, “Oh my god. Yes! Yes! Why didn’t you say so sooner?!”

Once him and Sarah were up and on their feet, Eric practically picked you up from the ground yourself. He began ushering all three of you in the direction of your apartment.

Sarah snuck her way in between you two, staring up at you guys with a smug smile.

“I can’t believe you finally admit she’s like totally your weakness, Eric,” Sarah elbowed the man in the side.

She then turned to you, “Did you hear that? You’re his weakness! You can totally like use that to get whatever you want!”

“Oh really?” You looked down at Sarah. “And what would you know about that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” Sarah trailed off, clasping her hands together and swinging her arms around, blinking up at you from behind her eyelashes.

You made a noise and rolled your eyes, shoving the kid to the side softly.

Eric watched you two as you both bickered all the way to your apartment. He was possibly the happiest man alive right now.

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A/N: I hope you liked, Anon. And if anyone wants more Eric fics or has an idea/concept you’d like to see my askbox is open!!

[millylotus]

Secret Son John Constantine

Inspired by @herbatahleb's funny little fanart

As the title says The Everlasting Trio have a child and his name is John “Hellblazer” Constantine

He’s making his parents proud

John was born of a kind of soul blood pact between the three, he got his blonde hair from Sam, his eyes from Tucker, and his overall appearance is a mix of the three of them

John grew up to follow in Tucker & Sam’s footsteps of magic, he’s a born sorcerer unlike them though

His relationship with his parents is generally good, but because of how he treats his soul his relationship with Danny has deteriorated

They argue about this alot, John’s soul is his own and what he does with it really isn’t any of Danny’s business, Danny has the concerned parent vibes of the parent of a sex worker, their fears are founded but they need to trust their kid to know how to take care of themselves

John hates visiting home because of it, Dani will sometimes drag him back home for holidays but he doesn’t stay long

Sam & Tucker try to get them to get along but it isn’t really working

Then one day Danny gets accidentally summoned by the Justice League

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John doesn’t recognize the summoning circle as it buzzes to life, he doesn’t know what type of creature or being will pop out. If they’re good or bad, or even merciful but he knows they’re strong from the intricate design or the circle. So he recklessly jumps forward, pushing Hal out of the binding circle so the Lantern isn’t bound to the summoned being.

John takes the binding with a scream of pain, feeling electricity shoot up his spine.

He can hear the Leaguers shouting his name, he’s vaguely aware of Jordan supporting him. But what he hears clearest was the voice of a man he most despised in the world at the moment.

“Really John? You didn’t have to do that, he would have been fine.”

John closes his eyes tight and breaths deep, he looks up to the voice and looks into the toxic green eyes as they met his own brown ones.

“Good to see you too Father.”

The green eyed being rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “Yes, hello Son. It’s great to see you again as well.”

The League had only heard a few things about John Constantine’s family. They knew he had three parents who’re polyamouros, that he has an older sister and an aunt. Besides that all they have are silent grumblings about “Father won’t like this” when he does something risky.

But to see a young filipino man probably no older than twenty, floating over John “Hellblazer” Constantine and looking down on him like a disappointed parent. It was jarring.

Wonder Woman was the first to say anything “John, could you perhaps explain what just happened?”

John and his father broke their intense eye contact to look at Diana, who barely flinched at the sudden attention, the others behind her weren’t so fearless.

Constantine sighed carefully stepping away from Hal, “This is my Father.”

Hal snorted, “Yeah we got that man.”

“Yes John, introduce me to your friends here.”

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Danny is generally snarky when meeting the League, he makes some weird comments about John hanging out with superheroes, that could be construed as rude

The others are kinda pestering John about who his dad even is, while John is more focused on getting the fucking bind removed

He eventually has to ask Zatanna for help

Danny for the most part is hanging out with the League while John’s working

Someone calls him Mr.Constantine and Danny quickly corrects them saying that isn’t his last name

Which sparks a whole conversation of John’s last name, which Danny isn’t about to say cause real names have power and such

Danny sees John working closely with Zatanna and asks if he’s with her or not, John is beyond embarrassed and even worse is when Danny brings up King Shark, mentioning that Dani really liked him too

John snarks back that then King Shark should have just gone for her instead of him since Danny was so adamant about King Shark being such a great son-in-law

Things get awkward quick as the two snark back at each other while everyone else realizes where John gets it from

It almost becomes a screaming match before the League has to break it up before they go to far

John ends up just calling Sam & Tucker so they can just break the binding

It’s a tense few minutes before they get there, and the League just kinda has to sit there as father & son fume not looking at each other

When Tucker & Sam get there they see the two not wanting to talk to each other at all

Leaguers are not reeling at seeing John’s other parents who he also vaguely looks like but also not

As the two work on the binding John & Danny are being passive aggressive

The two decide that John & Danny need to spend some time together to get this shit figured out

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Sam : Alright that’s it *Sam & Tucker stop working, Sam has her head in her hands and Tucker is leaning far back* Danny : What? John : I’m sorry? Tucker : You two have been fighting for far to long, you’ve probably forgotten why Danny : I know exactly why, it’s because John doesn’t know how to treat his soul right! John : By The Ancients! You’re still on about that Danny : Of course! Sam : Will you both just SHUT UP! *Silence* Sam : We’re not breaking the binding, you two are going to stay stuck together Danny : Sammy! John : Mama, Papa. Please don’t do this! Tucker : Nuh-uh, this happening, you two are getting a some father-son bonding time for the week! John *distressed*: Why! You can’t just– it’s not fair! *Sam & Tucker loosen up a bit, looking to John softly* Sam : Baby it’s alright, we’re not trying to punish you we just want you & your father to actually talk things through Danny : It feels like your punishing me Tucker : You are his father, you will be the civil one in this so don’t you fucking dare get any lip *Danny goes silent* Sam *sigh* : We’ll be leaving now Tucker : Good look you two The two leave, then silence Danny : Do you still have that demon house of yours? John *sigh* : Yeah I’ll show you a room for your stay

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Most of the story is really just about John & Danny learning to get along again

Danny has to finally trust his kid to know what he’s doing with his own body

And John realising that his dad just wants to keep him safe & stuff

By the end of their basically grounding the two have begun to mend their relationship, Danny promises to come over and visit along with inviting John back home to the zone when he feels like

I've been meaning to post this for awhile now & it's just been sitting in my drafts until I finally remembered it.

Hope you liked is! :]

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lizzie

Summary: just an angsty one shot story 😂✌🏳️‍🌈

"TOM SAID she had been using Rooney to gain more credits to her work, always insisting to come along Rooney when she's in film productions, pretending she was only supporting her then girlfriend just so she could give her scripts to producers. And she did this while cheating on her behind her back."

You bit your lip to stop yourself from bursting into tears, hand on your chest, slipping to your collarbone then up to your neck as you willed yourself to breathe.

"That's awful," you heard Lizzie's beautiful voice slurring through the confines of the comfort room, through the door of the cubicle you were trapped in. "I can't believe she could do such a thing. She was so sweet and all, I thought . . . I thought—"

"Oh, we thought so too, Liz," another person chimed in, "but don't be easily fooled. I heard Rooney's lawyer will be filing a case against her sometime soon."

Your other hand went to embrace yourself, clutching against the side of your sweater as you might lose it.

"It was a risk on the producer's part to still include her in this film," said another, "knowing her reputation."

In the following silence, you could hear Elizabeth's sigh. "God, I wouldn't have known."

It was complete torture, having to listen through it all, having to witness how someone you had grown close to in the past few weeks could crush you down in an instant. Five minutes and thirty seven seconds, to be exact.

As if the gods above had acknowledged you had suffered enough, they eventually left the comfort room and began discussing about the next scenes as they walked through the door.

When you heard the door shut close, you broke down. The kind of cry where you seemed to be running out of air to breathe, as if you had been clawing your insides until there's nothing left. You didn't think it was possible to cry for someone like this. You felt like a kid, but you couldn't wail louder since anyone could just walk into the toilet.

The gossips you had endured during highschool, about you being gay, had nothing in comparison to what just happened. Especially the one who was involved was someone special to you. And it felt worse coming from her. To think that Lizzie would actually believe them, believe the rumors circulating about you. To think that she could be different from others. But you'd thought wrong.

It all started with Rooney. She was an actress you fell in love with when you got to work with her and Tom in Carol movie. You had been together with Rooney for almost six years. And yet for one simple action, a drunk crewmate kissing you on the lips inside the producer's room, mistaking you as his girlfriend, Rooney threw everything.

It was all one big misunderstanding. One night, you were just making love. The next, you weren't allowed to enter the penthouse you were both staying, considering Rooney owned that unit and you gave up yours when you moved in with her.

Her sister, Kate, the ever merciful one, contacted you afterwards the sudden eviction, saying that she would try to persuade Rooney to be at least forgiving to let you stay for the meantime while you were looking for another place to live.

But that didn't happen. After that incident, rumors of you cheating started to spread around in the industry, some were exaggerated to give that appeal. And no one trusted you anymore, that you would only use people to your own benefit.

If you weren't only friends with the director of the current film you were working with, you wouldn't have any project.

And then you met Elizabeth Olsen.

You can call me Lizzie, by the way, was what she said when the two of you first talked.

Lizzie had a very distinctive and elegant appearance. She had fair skin, light brown hair, and expressive eyes that were usually a striking green. She was almost an inch taller than you, but if she wore heels, you'd always look up to her whenever the two of you were talking.

You knew her from her massive role as Wanda Maximoff in Marvel Universe films, and you even used to idolize her as someone who's good in everything, no matter what genre the film she was in.

And you both just instantly clicked, like you were made for each other. You could talk to her for hours and hours through the production days, either before the filming would start, during breaks or at the end of the day. She would also share everything to you, with enthusiasm to your mutual interests, as if you were long-time friends. She looked at you without judgment, making you wonder if she knew about the rumors, the one thing that could destroy this newfound promising relationship. Knowing Lizzie wasn't into social media and stuff was what kept you asleep most nights.

You had even asked her to a date that weekend and you both enjoyed it to the fact that she almost invited you inside her nearby apartment when you gave her a ride home. There was this kind of feeling you feel whenever she was around, sometimes butterflies, sometimes longing.

But everything crumbled down when a newcomer saw the two of you flirting with each other.

YOU SPLASHED some cold water into your face as you prepared yourself to face the outside world, hoping it wasn't that obvious that you were just crying seconds ago.

When you went back to the studio to get some work done, you saw Lizzie on one corner practicing some lines with her co-star.

Maybe you were only overthinking it. Maybe she would see you through, talk to you about it, listen to your side of the story. But when you approached them, they only went silent.

"Hey," you greeted, trying to diminish any awkwardness.

"Hi Y/n," Lizzie replied with a smile, "we're just quickly rehearsing for the next scene."

"Oh, okay, sorry to bother you both," you said, "I'll just talk to you later then."

She only smiled back as she went back to her script. You would have just let it go if it weren't for the fact that she would always choose to talk to you.

LATER was no different as you went to knock against the door of her trailer upon hearing Lizzie's laughter inside. Abruptly, the laughters died, and you swore you could hear shushing. When her friend opened the door the second time you knocked, said friend only told you Lizzie wasn't in there even when you knew she was.

THROUGH the days that followed, it was slowly sinking in that maybe they got her too. That Lizzie believed them too.

You tried to give Lizzie the benefit of the doubt. That maybe she was only busy, knowing the most critical scenes were being shot. But you had probably sent her a lot of messages to which Lizzie had only replied words fewer and bland as compared to the older ones she had sent you.

WHEN you tried to approach Lizzie during one of the breaks, surprising her with your favorite cheesecake she said she liked, she thanked you rather hurriedly.

"Thanks, Y/n," she said. "You shouldn't have."

"It's fine," you said back, brushing her off as she tried to return the box to you. "I was in the area earlier when I passed by the store, and I remembered you wanting to eat another slice of it."

What was redness that you used to see adorned on Lizzie's cheeks, was inexistent as she hesitantly accepted the gift. You could tell she was sporting a smile you had seen her do whenever she was uncomfortable during interviews.

It gave you the kick to stop whatever this was you were doing. You then decided not to torture her anymore with how forward you were. It was clear she didn't want anything to do with you. That you were just mere friends in passing. That that date was only that. Nothing more.

"Lizzie!" someone called her from afar, apparently saving her from this awkward interaction. Saving you both.

"Shoot, sorry, Y/n," she said with an apologetic smile. "I have to leave, but thank you again for this. You're too sweet for this world."

You forced a huge smile her way. "Yeah, no worries. See you later."

BUT YOU had avoided her later. You had avoided them. And through the days that followed, you began distancing yourself from the cast and crew, knowing now what they had been talking behind your back. You just went to the studio to help work with the script then went back straight home. No more small talks in the hallway as you passed by them, occasionally wearing a hoodie over your face, wishing it was Harry Potter's cloak of invisibility.

At nights, you stared at the photos of the two of you together during production and even that one dinner date you had at a private restaurant, wondering how two individuals went from these to complete strangers.

You couldn't help but wonder if Lizzie has missed you at all. But when you glanced at her from a distance whenever you couldn't avoid not coming to the studio, laughing and making vlog with her co-stars and makeup artists, you could feel she was glad she dodged a bullet that was you. That she almost went out with someone like you, someone who couldn't be trusted.

You had even stopped eating your favorite cheesecake, knowing it would only remind you of her. Lesson learned. Never suggest your favorites to anyone.

THAT was when you started hanging out with Emma Watson, whom you had gotten closer as you were part of her writing crew in another film you were working for.

She had well defined cheekbones and chocolate brown eyes. But what stood out the most was her English accent. Sometimes, you just wanted to listen to her talk all day.

Emma already knew the rumors about you, and called them bullshit. Maybe it was the British in her, but she told you she didn't care about anyone's past other than first impressions. Besides, if she weren't a fan of your works, she wouldn't have given a chance to know you.

When she revealed to you she liked girls too, you grew more comfortable around her.

You also started to make friends with the other film's crew, and maybe that was what you needed, what you were missing. You no longer felt sad or lonely whenever you were around them. And having to fit two jobs in a day, it felt different having something to look forward to whenever you finished working for Lizzie's film. Good kind of different.

"WAIT, you're already leaving? Are you not going with us?" your director friend asked the moment he saw you packing things up, preparing to leave.

"What do you mean?"

"Liz invited the whole cast and crew for a housewarming party at her new house," he replied.

You had no idea but who were you to receive first invitation from her in the first place. You were a nobody.

"Oh I . . . I actually am needed to get this edit reviewed," you said, easily making up an excuse. Although technically, it wasn't a lie.

"That's a bummer. I was pretty sure Liz said to invite you too." He sighed. "Well, don't work yourself too hard, Y/n."

You only smiled back as you left, staying out of sight from others, keeping distance away from the lobby where you could see the whole cast chatting as they waited for the car service to get to Lizzie's house. And for a brief moment, you caught sight of the woman who once captured your heart, broke it and left to rot. Elizabeth looked so beautiful and fresh even after a day's production, and she was wearing that jacket she stole from you that very first day.

"HAVE you ever loved someone?"

You had been staring at your notifications, watching for what seemed like hours at Lizzie's messages asking where you were and why you weren't at her housewarming party.

You didn't even noticed Emma had asked you a question until she nudged your shoulder.

"Sorry, what?" you asked, slipping your phone into your pocket.

"I asked if you've ever loved someone? Any lovers? Girlfriends? Boyfriend? Flings?" she asked teasingly, "It's just I haven't seen you around with anyone."

"I mean, you've heard the rumors—"

"Fuck all the rumors, I'm not blind, Y/n," Emma interrupted. "You're actually gorgeous. It could cause a scandal."

Avoiding the girl's gaze, you laughed at her. "What are you suggesting?"

There was complete silence, making you look back at Emma deep in thoughts.

"What do you say about you becoming my girlfriend?"

"What?"

"It's just for PR stuff and all," she reasoned. "And for promoting this movie."

"Promoting? They'd hate you. They'd hate me more."

"At least, it would be a distraction from the public. I haven't actually come out as gay but I've provided signs, yet people just turn a blind eye. And this will help confirm my sexuality. If they hated me for dating the rumored you, they'd hate me less for being gay."

You fell silent as you thought about it.

"My PR manager will pay you, of course. You're saving up for a house, right? I want to help you."

Then she looked at her hands on her lap, nervous. "Besides, you're the only one I felt comfortable doing this with." She then glanced back at you. "So . . . Are you with me?"

WHEN you started going out with Emma publicly, the photos of you together holding hands in public immediately spread through the news and gossip channels. You started to become famous, more on the bad side though, of how you were only using Emma again for your selfish reasons and how stupid Emma was for dating you.

At least, there were only a few articles about how disappointed they were Emma turned out to be gay. People were more disappointed she was dating a parasite.

IT WAS almost a month after when you received a missed call from your ex girlfriend Rooney. And she had called you multiple times until you blocked her number. And when she figured out you blocked her, she sent you numerous emails.

Emma was with you as you anxiously worked through the next scene's script.

"You okay?" Emma asked, her hand on your shoulder made you jump on your seat. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you managed to reply.

"What are you worrying about?"

You hesitated, frown growing deeper. "It's just . . . I think my ex girlfriend will finally end my career."

"How?"

"She's going to file a case against me," you said, almost in tears.

"Is that what you think she's going to do?" She chuckled softly.

"What are you giggling about? It's not funny."

"Sorry," she went on still laughing, "but you have to see this."

Apparently, Rooney had posted a public apology addressed to you, clearing you out, redeeming your image, and admitting it was her jealousy that ended your relationship, that she was willing to destroy her career in exchange for yours. And that she wanted so badly to talk to you if you'd only let her.

It felt like a relief as you saw the ones who reposted the post, as you read the comments from people defending you and supporting you, that Emma was a better choice than Rooney. It felt like the weight of the world was taken off your shoulder.

Emma then wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest. And she only let you.

Some weeks later, Emma asked you out on a date. A real date, saying she was willing to try. Maybe it was Rooney's post that made her trust you. Maybe she was just scared. But you also wanted to try it with her.

Rooney eventually stopped contacting you. The damage has already been done. One day, you may be able to forgive her. But never to forget.

MAYBE the public apology was what made Lizzie finally approached you during the last few days in the production. She brought you a gift, the cheesecake that used to be your favorite. Now, you didn't like how too sweet it was, wanting nothing more than to savor Cornish pasty introduced by your girlfriend Emma.

"Hey, Y/n," she greeted. "I . . . I brought you this."

"Thank you, Lizzie," you said, accepting with haste.

There was awkward silence as she placed her hands inside the pockets of her jeans. "Last day, huh? You want to go for sushi later? My treat."

And maybe it really was the public post Rooney made that made her finally talk to you, as if she was still the same person she was the first time you met. And as if you were still interested in her as you were months ago.

"Sorry, I have to meet Em for dinner tonight," you said, smiling apologetically.

"It's fine, it's fine," she said, brushing you off with a forced chuckle. "So, it's true you two are dating, huh?"

You nodded, avoiding the brunette's gaze. "Yeah, it is."

"She doesn't know how lucky she is."

You paused, wondering why you were no longer feeling any butterflies in your stomach whenever she was around. "I'm the lucky one, actually. Goodnight, Elizabeth."

"G-Goodnight, Y/n."

Like you said, the damage was already done.

[steddieas-shegoes]

cw: mentions of scarring, canon-typical violence, flashback (not graphic), minor body horror (again, not graphic, mostly just emotional feelings about scars)

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Everyone gave him weird looks when they walked in, quickly schooling their features when they noticed he was awake and watching them.

He didn’t know exactly what that was about.

They had him on a lot of good drugs.

But eventually he got weaned off them, and he noticed the pull of bandages on his side, and his arm, and his neck, and his face.

He was still unable to get out of bed. Still couldn’t even reach his arms above his chest for more than a few seconds.

But he damn sure reached up to feel the cloth and plastic surrounding his cheek. How had he not noticed for days? How had no one bothered him about it?

Maybe they had and he just didn’t notice. The morphine was one hell of a drug.

Wayne was soft, patient with him. Saw him touching it, saw the way his eyes filled with tears. He’d never been particularly vain, hadn’t cared much about what he looked like to others, but this felt bigger than that. This felt like he was changed in a way that everyone could see.

Add it to the list of things people could bully him for.

He cried himself to sleep, Wayne’s hand in his, silently comforting in the way he’d always done.

When he woke up again the next morning, he was alone.

It was the first time he’d been alone since the boathouse.

He could swear he heard bats outside his door, screams coming from the attached bathroom, flashes of someone dying on the ceiling.

He felt the sharp sting of teeth puncturing his skin.

He felt hopelessness creep into his bones as he gave in.

Maybe this time they would finish the job.

“Eddie!”

Steve Harrington’s voice broke through the thoughts, panicked enough to bring Eddie back to his hospital bed within a second of hearing it.

“Shit, are you okay?” He continued, hand brushing against Eddie’s bandaged cheek.

Eddie nodded once, closed his eyes, leaned into the touch.

He could blame it on any number of things if Steve felt weird about it. The morphine, the flashback, the loneliness.

“You’re okay, Eddie. I promise. Won’t let anything happen to you,” Steve whispered.

Eddie believed him.

He fell back asleep with Steve’s hand gently cupping the mangled side of his face.

If Steve could still touch him there, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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Steve came by every day, sometimes in the early morning, before visiting hours officially started, sometimes well after Wayne had left to get some sleep. He always smiled when he walked in, a genuine one, not the one everyone else gave that was so fully of pity and pain he couldn’t bear to make eye contact. He sat down on the side of the bed, not the chair like everyone else, not scared to be close.

And every single day, without fail, he would run his finger along the edge of Eddie’s bandage on his face, watching his own movements and cataloging any changes.

Eddie sat quietly, still, scared to put words to anything happening. Scared to tell Steve what it meant to him to have someone acknowledge his pain in this way. Scared to think Steve could mean anything by it.

It was easy to pretend Steve was doing this because he cared.

Maybe he did care.

But he didn’t care the way Eddie wanted him to, needed him to.

So he stayed quiet, still.

He watched.

He fell asleep while Steve talked about his day, the kids, what Joyce made Hopper do around the house.

He woke up alone most days, but that was okay, because Steve would be there eventually.

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“You ready to get that thing off?” Wayne asked, gesturing to the bandage.

“Oh. Today?” Eddie suddenly didn’t want to ever be without the bandage. Removing it meant he’d see what was under it.

It meant seeing how much that place had ruined him.

The pull of the stitches hadn’t been as obvious with the pull of the bandage masking it.

But now it’s all he felt.

The nurse smiled at him as she put some antibiotic cream over the area, saying he would probably still have to keep it extra clean for the next week or so while the stitches did their job.

Wayne smiled at him in the way that meant he didn’t really want to smile at all, but knew Eddie needed him to.

Steve didn’t come.

Eddie didn’t sleep.

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He woke up with panic in his chest and a silent scream in his throat.

He woke up with Steve’s hand on his face.

Gentle, soft, but a strong comfort.

“Promise I washed them first. They said we have to be careful about germs,” Steve said quietly.

“You don’t have to. I know it’s…it’s gross. It’s ugly. I’m ugly.”

Steve shook his head. “No. Not gross. Not ugly. Alive.”

“Steve-“

“You’re alive, Eddie. You could have your entire face held together by staples and you would still be a miracle. You’d still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Well, Steve’s charm wasn’t an exaggeration, was it?

He wasn’t even sure if the skin barely pulled together could blush anymore, or if the heat that should be on his cheek was burning on the outside the way it felt like it was on the inside.

“It’s gonna be awful when it heals. I saw it in the mirror.” Eddie could feel every stitch in his jaw, the few that spread across the corner of his mouth and bottom lip, the ones that were nearly up to his ear. “I’ll always have a crooked face. The scar will always be huge. It’s all anyone will see.”

“Then they aren’t looking.”

Eddie bit his lip, eyes searching Steve’s. “But you are.”

“No. I’m seeing. There’s a difference. I see you. I see what you’ve survived. I see the mark it left on you. I know it wasn’t just the scars that cover your skin.” Steve leaned his head down, touching Eddie’s forehead with his own. “We all have them. And we’re all still here. Your heart’s beating. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Who knew you were so good with words?” Eddie smiled sadly.

“Robin says I’m just good at not having a filter.”

“She’s right as always.” Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrist, turning as slowly as he could to kiss his palm. “You’re not scared of it.”

“No. Are you?”

“I’m scared that you’ll change your mind when it’s always there as a reminder of what happened.”

Steve kissed his nose, making him smile for the first time in what felt like years.

“I’ll have the reminder that I got you out of there. That no matter what, the bats couldn’t finish the job. That you were stronger and you made it.” Steve let his hand drop, but quickly laced his fingers with Eddie’s. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you to trust me, but will you? For today?”

“Just today?”

“I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

“And what? Every day after that?”

Steve smirked.

His eyes were glistening with tears, but Eddie could tell it wasn’t sadness or fear.

“If that’s what I have to do.”

They hadn’t even talked about feelings, not really. Nothing that made any sense to Eddie, nothing that they could define. A part of Eddie was still convinced he was in a coma and dreaming this entire conversation up.

But even the nurse had noticed the way Steve watched him, how he touched him, how he fought for him. She said he’d been a firecracker from the moment he carried him into the hospital, dripping blood on the tile, staining the halls with his demands for help.

Wayne said he barely left his side the first day, only doing so when the doctors had told him they would call the cops if he didn’t.

Erica even noticed how things had changed between them, stating that she refused to watch her babysitter and the only DM she had respect for make out.

But Steve held Eddie, made him feel like he could get out of the hospital bed and live a life that wouldn’t keep him running. Steve was there.

Steve might even love him. If not now, then some day.

And Eddie could trust him today.

He could probably trust him tomorrow.

“Kiss me?” Eddie probably shouldn’t. The stitches tugged when he talked, and another mouth anywhere near his wounds was just asking for an infection.

But Steve would be careful. He knew what Eddie could handle.

It was barely a kiss. A graze of the lips at most.

But it was the best kiss Eddie had ever had.

At least until tomorrow.

[bitchinbarzal]

What you left behind | A Fantilli

based on this ask

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You’d heard them talking about you at the Hobey award ceremony.

“I feel bad acting like everything’s ok! Y/N has no idea”

“Adam should’ve told her before she flew all the way out here”

“I can’t believe he’s breaking up with her”

Your heart dropped and you walked away before you heard anymore. You sat throughout the whole ceremony with a wary smile.

By the end of it you had excused yourself on account of not feeling well. You were so ill and knew fine well why but now this was making you feel worse.

When Adam did return to your hotel room that night, bustling around while you faced the wall in the darkness you were deciding if you wanted to address the situation or not.

It wasn’t until he got into bed that you spoke

“I know you want to break up with me”

Adam sighed and turned on the bedside light “Babe it’s not you-“

“Do not say it’s not you, it’s me! God, Adam I thought we were better than this!”

“I don’t want to hold you down while I’m away!”

You were now stood up from the bed “You want to go to Columbus! It’s like four hours from Ann Arbor!”

He groans “I could end up literally anywhere and I don’t, I don’t want to drag this relationship with me while I’m starting off in the NHL!”

You gasp lowly “You think this relationship is a drag? Adam there’s something-“

You were crying now, getting yourself upset thinking about how your entire world was crumbling around you.

“Listen let’s just call it ok? You’re clearly getting upset and-“

You laugh ironically “I am getting upset because my boyfriend is breaking up with me and I’m trying to tell him I’m p-“

“I get it, you’re pissed but I think this is for the best I’m going to stay in Luca’s room for the night” Adam finishes, almost infuriating you as he picks up his hoodie and phone before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.

When the door clicked shut you sat down on the bed and let out a shaky breath and placed your hand over your belly “It’s just me and you kid, eh?”

You were packed up and gone before Adam got back to the room the next morning, leaving him feeling somewhat disappointed.

He had tried to call but you’d blocked his number. Eventually he gave in and stop trying to contact you to apologize for how it all went down.

You on the other hand were too busy in the summer break preparing for the baby’s arrival in november.

It felt weird being home all summer. Typically you’d be spending your time split between vacations, lake houses and this year was supposed to be spent by Adam’s side as he was drafted.

Now you were knee deep in baby sleep suits, stuffed animals and diapers all needing to be organized into boxes.

The summer was hard, you’d been contemplating not going back to college now you would ultimately be single parenting and how difficult that was going to be.

It had taken a lot of thinking but you knew you couldn’t give up on school, not now you were all your daughter had.

The new school year looked a lot different. You’d moved out of dorms with your best friend and into your own apartment, you’d dropped out of your position as social admin of the hockey and lacrosse teams and even changed some of your classes to better align with better paid positions post graduate.

It only took the boys a day to notice your absence from the team.

“Where’s y/n? There’s no way she left us because Adam broke up with her!” Dylan whined as the team got changed after their first practice.

Luca just shrugged “I haven’t seen her, I don’t even know if she’s back this year”

“She wasn’t in our sports management class this morning” Mark adds “And her best friend has a new roommate”

Luca then became a little concerned. He’d gone from seeing you all day, everyday to not even knowing where you were.

That was until that evening at Tony’s, the pizza place you, Adam and Luca would go every Tuesday. It seemed as though you guys were keeping to the tradition as you both stood in line to order your pizza.

“Y/N?” You froze hearing his voice, slowly turning around with a coy smile

“Hey Luca” You reply sweetly, not missing how his eyes were now glued on your now seven month pregnant belly.

“Hey so-“

“You’re pregnant?”

You tut “Yeah it looks like it” you joke “so don’t judge when I tank a whole pizza alone I’m technically eating for two”

He softly laughs before he asks “Is it Adam’s?”

You can’t hide it and you know it so you nod “Yeah, it is”

You expect Luca to yell at you but he doesn’t. Instead he grumbles “and you didn’t tell him?!”

His anger takes you back a little and you sigh sadly “I tried Luca”

“Not very hard!”

The tears started the gather in your eyes as you thought back to that night you and Adam broke up and you tried to tell him about your little baby girl.

“Luca You don’t know anything ok? I tried to tell him but he was too busy breaking up with me! You know what Lu, pretend this interaction never happened!” You scoffed, taking off out of the restaurant.

Only five minutes after you got in your apartment the doorbell rang and you waddled to the front door, very unamused and hungry.

On the other side of the door stood Luca holding your order from Tony’s.

“I’ve got pizza?” He smiled and you gestured him in.

The two of you ate the pizza and garlic knots in silence until Luca asked

“Is It a boy or girl?”

You wiped your hands with a napkin before you said “A little girl”

He smiles “and you’re due?”

“November, middle of November”

He nods before he reaches across the table to squeeze your hand “I’m really sorry you’ve done this alone, but I’m sure Adam would want to know he has a daughter”

You retracted your hand from his and scoffed “He didn’t want to be ‘held down’ Luca! His words! So no, I’m not telling him because when I tried, he shut me down so this is his loss!”

Luca wanted to fight you, to stick up for his little brother but he knew better so he gave in. He knew which battle he wanted to pick

“Can I… can I be in her life? She is my niece after all I want to be in her life”

You softened “Of course you can Luca, you can be as involved with her as you want as long as you don’t tell your brother”

Luca reluctantly agrees and so he begins a part in this secret.

Over the following weeks he spent nights over at your house, helped you set up the nursery and was helping you study in your new classes.

He’d slowly stopped speaking to Adam as the secret was getting harder to keep and Adam had noticed.

When Luca didn’t go to Columbus with the rest of his family for Adam’s birthday, Adam knew something was wrong.

So when I’m November the blue jackets played Detroit, Adam, Nick and Kent took the trip to Ann Arbor to watch their old team play.

You wouldn’t have gone to the game that night had you known he would be there but it was too late. You saw him in the crowd. You’d been sitting in a seat, wearing Luca’s jersey so nobody else on the team could see your bump when you spotted Kent closely followed by Adam.

After that you made a mad dash out of Yost, but not before Adam saw you.

He watched you leave, watched you walk out and never said a thing. He had conflicted feelings about seeing you again. He knew it was a possibility but he didn’t know for sure not after his friends told him you’d basically distanced yourself so far from the team, what caught his eye though was his brothers name and number on the back of your jersey.

After the game Adam found his brother outside the locker room

Luca looked surprised to see him, looking around cautiously for someone else by the looks of it “Adam, what’re you doing here?”

“Dropping by to see the team, what’s wrong? You seem on edge? Looking for someone?” Adam wasn’t sly with his questions.

“No I just-“

“Not my ex girlfriend? Not Y/N? Who left by the way”

Luca looked panicked “you saw her?!”

“Yeah i saw her leaving, wearing your jersey! Dude are you fucking y/n? How could-“

Luca scoffs “I’m not fucking her!”

“Well what’s going on? You haven’t come to visit, we hardly talk, she’s walking around here in your jersey and you seem really agitated about her right now so cmon dude spill it! I’d rather you just told me straight but I’m gonna be mad you know I’m still in love with her!!”

Before Luca can even defend himself and you, his phone starts ringing. It’s you.

As soon as he picks up the phone he can hear you crying “what’s going on? Talk me y/n”

That peaks Adam’s interest.

“I fell Luca! I fell and I need to go to the hospital I’m bleeding-“

“I’m coming, I’m coming just hang in there you guys are gonna be ok is the ambulance there? Ok just go and I’ll meet you at the hospital”

Adam is traipsing behind him still demanding answers when Luca shouts “Just get in the car Adam! I don’t have time to deal with you right now”

Adam can feel Luca’s stress and it’s confusing him, a lot.

When they arrive at the hospital he finally asks “Why are we here? What is going on? Who’s hurt?”

Luca sighs, pinching his nose and just praying you’ll understand why he did it

“Y/N is pregnant” he states as if it was the simplest thing while Adam’s entire world just exploded.

He was still in love with you and you were having a baby.

“Is It yours?” Adam asked “Because if it is I’m gonna let you call mom before I fucking kill-“

Luca holds his hand up to his little brother “The baby is yours”

Adam is going through every emotion possible at the moment, stuttering out “Why didn’t you tell me? She didn’t-“

“She tried Adam, the day you broke up with her”

He feels horrible, he feels heartbroken.

“And Why are we at the hospital? Do we need to go in? Is she ok?”

“She said there’s been bleeding, that she fell after the game. That could be bad Adam so just don’t go in there guns blazing when she could have lost her baby”

Adam’s heart breaks even further for his baby; who’s existence he’s only known of for a minute who might now be dead.

The brothers make their way up to the ward and ask for you to which the nurse smiles sympathetically “It’s family only, sorry boys”

Luca hurries “He’s the babies dad, she’s pregnant-“

“Actually, miss y/l/n had a turn in the ambulance after she was picked up by paramedics and she is no longer pregnant” Adam and Luca both gasped lowly, heartbroken when the nurse continued “She delivered her babygirl in the ambulance on route here. Congratulations dad, head on down its room 103”

The two shared glances before Luca patted his little brother on the back “You’re a dad, man!”

“I’m a dad…” he repeats, almost in disbelief.

When Adam got to your room and walked in you were laying in the hospital bed holding your little girl in your arms mumbling something to her. When you looked up and saw Adam the smile on your face dropped

“What’re you-“

“Is she ok? Are you ok?” He interrupted, walking over to you both.

You looked surprised “Luca told you?”

He nods “the cliff notes, we were in a rush”

You nodded understandingly “She’s perfect, all eight pounds of perfection”

You watch Adam step closer and closer to you both when you say “Adam, do you want to hold her?”

He nods, sitting down in the chair next to your bed and taking her into his arms. You watch them as Adam whispers sweet words to her.

“Hi babygirl, I’m your daddy”

When he finally puts her in her bassinet, Adam turns to you “I’m so sorry you went through this all alone, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you that night and I’m sorry I just abandoned us… I regret it everyday”

You smile softly “Do you miss me?” It was a lighthearted jab but Adam grabs your hands, seriously and says “So much, everyday I’ve thought about what an idiot I was to let you go. The love of my life”

“Adam you really broke my heart, I’m not sure how I would’ve survived if it wasn’t for her” you say gesturing to the baby asleep next to you.

He squeezes your hands “I know and I can only apologise and beg you to understand I acted on stupid judgement. We could always make long distance work and you have never held me down ever, you make me a better person y/n, I guess now you both do”

Eventually around eleven your nurse manages to sneak Luca into your room. He fully expected you two at each others throats when he entered but instead he found you both sitting on your bed holding your daughter in your hands just adoring her.

“Hey guys, she’s beautiful y/n congratulations”

You smile “thanks uncle Lu”

“So what’s princess called?”

Adam looks at you to tell him and you take pleasure when you say “This is Lucia, her name is inspired by our role model. Both of us”

Luca crouches down by Lucia’s sleeping body and brushes his thumb over her cheek “Hi Lu, I’m your uncle Luca. I love You so much already and I don’t even know you yet”

Your head absentmindedly rested on Adams’s shoulder and he kissed the crown of your head and mumbled “My girls, my whole world”

[lemonade4wanda]

New to town

Prologue | Part 1

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary- the darkest days of your life could lead to something new. Prologue for a series

Warnings- death, breakups, plane crashes, lonely reader

A/n - hii!!! :3 I'm so srry for not writing anything in like 4 months I swear I'm gonna get back into the habit of it as soon as <33

You always hated being new. Since your were a little kid your parents would move up and down the country at least twice a year which in turn caused you to never have any kind of concrete friendships and to eventually stop trying to make them. When you'd turned eighteen and moved out and were sure you'd stay where you'd picked to be forever.

City living however didn't agree with you one bit. The tiny flat, that could barely fit a fanily if mice, you resided in, cost about an arm a month despite the electrics barely working and the terrible drafts keeping you cold all night. When you'd arrived you were sure you'd make it your own and decorate to make it look less depressing but you mever had the time. You were sure you'd adjust to the noisy neighbours next door and whatever your upstairs neighbours were doing at four in the morning. That hope and optimism for the bleak city had since left and now you lay in the cramped flat at night trying to get comfy on your cheap second hand mattress which creaked awfully whenever you moved as you tried to drown out next doors noise.

Outside tour flat was no better either. You'd struggled to make a single meaningful connection since being here and now some people could say it was the fact you didn't really know how to keep things going in relationships since you'd never had to have a friend longer than six months but you wanted to believe it was the people in the city. Yeah, that sounds better, people from the city were just that bit less extroverted and already had their own groups.

The meaningless office job you worked only made things worse. 45 hours a week slogging away for a meager paycheck and little recognition for any of your time. You'd been there a handful of years since moving into the city and still coworkers regularly got your name wrong or forgot about you completely. Your boss clearly didn't like you, not that he had it out for you by any means but you always had an unfair workload compared to others at the company.

At night you'd lie awake listening to the sounds of the city wondering how many more months you could make it in this bleak existence before an improvement came. How much longer could you hang onto the wagon of life. You weren't much of a betting man but if you were you would of said you'd only make it couple of months.

That's when things took a much worse turn.

The next week your boyfriend of eight months broke up with you over text. You'd known things were over for a while since he'd stopped coming over so much and being going around town with this other girl you'd never cared for. Infact you were more upset about the loss of a warm body, the comfort and stability of a relationship than you were losing him. He wasn't a bad man just.. immature, shown clearly by his breakup message he couldn't even be bothered to call or try to be grammatically correct in his small message. He'd never treated you bad but he wasn't great either, he'd cancel dates to go out with friends, spend the night at yours when there was sports on just because he knew you had the TV channels. You could do better than him. You knew that.

Still, you were desperate to persevere throught these tough times. Yeah it looked poor now but good things were sure to happen when you least expect it... or not.

A few weeks after your breakup as you lay across the old leather couch that took up most the living room space in your apartment. As you meagerly picked at your dinner. That was when it happened.

Your phone ringing suddenly was confusing enough, you hardly had any contacts other than your parents and well they were on a flight to Barbados so definitely couldn't be ringing at this hour. You check the phone and the illuminating letters read out no caller id. Assuming it could be important you decided to answer it, slowly putting the phone to your ear.

"Hello?.."

"Is this y/n/l/n?" A middle aged woman asks, her voice sounded glum and her signal not so good.

"Yeah. Yes, yeah it is. Why?" You responded with a string of awkward yeses mentally facepalming yourself for the stupid response.

"I'm speaking on behalf of United Airlines and we regret to inform you but your parents plane has crashed. They.. they..." Her voice faltered slightly or perhaps the signal cut but you knew what was coming as you felt you could throw up at any moment. A cold sweat plaguing you. "They didn't survive. Sorry." There it was; the news that would change your life. Both of them gone in one swoop. Even if you hadn't been talking so much with your family since your big move you certainly weren't ready for something as catastrophic as this to happen.

[kajibunny]

HOW DID YOU AND KAJI MEET????????? 🎤🎤🎤

kaji x mii 𐙚. ݁₊⋆❀˖°

ꕤ kaji and i are childhood friends, we met each other in kindergarten fighting over some crayons. (ofc if it's kaji it involves some type of fighting)

ꕤ he accidentally broke my favorite bracelet when he grabbed the crayon from my hand, and i cried. he said he hated me and i told him i hated him more (aw ( •̀⤙•́ ) the more you hate the more you love!! aaaa)

ꕤ we also eventually found out that we were neighbors. we were both timid at first, but soon discovered we actually liked playing with each other. (not like that ok!!! not yet. hihi)

ꕤ one time, some kids made fun of me and ren (yes first name basis omg) while we were together by the playground. they were so mean, saying stuff like: "why are you playing house with a girl, ew is she your girlfriend?" and "aren't you kaji? i thought you were a beast, but you've gone soft!"

ꕤ kaji gets very angry and upset, not because they were saying stuff about him, but because he saw i was so afraid and he wanted to protect me. he goes kaji beast mode and beats up the kids!! and i try to stop him, telling him "that's enough, ren!"

ꕤ i grab on to his arm, but he pulls it away, accidentally knocking me down :c (he didn't mean to ᴖ̈)

ꕤ thankfully hiragi sees us and punches kaji just to knock him out (yes like in canon hihi) hiragi asks me if i am okay.

ꕤ i cradled kaji and rested his head on my lap, apologized to hiragi and told him that kaji was only trying to protect me and that people misunderstand him because of his anger issues and outbursts.

ꕤ hiragi tells me not to worry, and that he understands, and we should wait for him to regain consciousness.

ꕤ kaji showed up to my house the next day, and told me he couldn't play with me anymore, because he was scared i would get hurt because of him. and that what if one day he wouldn't be able to control himself and i get involved? he said it would shatter him.

ꕤ i tried to convince him to stay, and told him it wasn't his fault, and that i'd be there for him no matter what, but he looked like he was trying to hold back on saying something, and walked away without a word.

ꕤ we eventually lost contact and went to different middle schools, then ran into each other again in high school.

ꕤ it was late night at a convenience store, and we both reached for the same peach lollipop. (cliché, i know!!) and our hands touched.

ꕤ we talked a lot while he walked me home, catching up on each other's lives too. i teased him a lot about him being the second year grade captain and the little brat covered his ears with his headphones!!

ꕤ i told kaji that i thought about him from time to time. and he said he did too. he probably didn't know my "time to time" meant almost every day. ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

ꕤ bonus ꕤ

ꕤ kaji was my first everything. my first friend, my first love, my first kiss and my first time. we share everything with each other too, it's like we're each other's other halves. the left headphone to my right headphone, the lollipop to my stick. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) i don't think i can imagine life without him anymore.

ꕤ we confessed to each other by accident. he had his headphones on, and i was pouting because i thought he wasn't paying attention to me or that he couldn't hear me, but he definitely could. i told him "you're not even listening to me, ren! what if i told you that i bought you your favorite peach lollipops? or that i like you?" his eyes widened for a second and he pulled me in closer. "what if i told you i like you too?" kaji says. ASHDNJSNSNS

ꕤ turns out hiragi talked to kaji asking him why he didn't hang out with me anymore for some time. kaji said "i might have...ended up pushing her away." hiragi then told him about how i went on and on about what a good boy kaji was, and that he didn't mean to hurt people, but sometimes they just get on his nerves. kaji said that he didn't deserve me, then hiragi tells him "then prove to her that you can be someone that she deserves." and pats him on the back.

ꕤ hiragi was no doubt going to be the best man at our wedding. speaking of wedding, after he proposed to me, kaji tells me: "you always saw the good in me, even when nobody did. hiragi-san helped me realize that." i sobbed into kaji's hoodie, and told him it was his fault that i'm crying now, and that i did all that because i love him.

ꕤ he did end up replacing that bracelet that he broke because he said "he hated seeing me cry". that was also the first time he said "i love you." and i said "no, i love you more!" he was like "wtf, why are you turning it into a competition? but the one who loves you most is me." lmao kaji!!! >///<

a/n: my relationship dynamic with kaji is "bf and gf that are also bffs", i'm always the one annoying the hell out of him, and he's just so used to it already, but for some reason could never stay mad at me. it's either we're at each other's throats or on each other's lips, there's no in between. (as depicted by my pfp hihi thank you bibi ♡ @togament jobi love story reveal pls)

there's definitely more but if i continue any further i'll never ever shut up about kaji!!! unless he makes me!!! with his lollipop!!!!! ok bye!

© kajibunny 2024 / all rights reserved

[l5byrinth]

Before it’s too late

pairing: chad meeks martin x reader

summary: in which you and your best friend share secret feelings for each other. but you being attacked makes him realise how quickly life can come to an end.

requested !

a/n: ahhh my first imagine!! i’m so excited for you all to read it and hope you like it. english isn’t my first language so please stay nice if i make mistakes. my requests are open if you want to request something!

don’t copy my work or translate it on anywhere unless i give you the permission to

After the long and boring movie, you were walking through New York’s busy streets. Your hands were wrapped around your best friend’s - if you may say it - extremely muscled arm.

The best friend for whom your feelings grew stronger by the day.

You tried to ignore your sweaty hands, thumping heart and butterflies whenever you were around him. But it was hard.

Really hard.

You didn’t want to ruin the beautiful thing you had. Your long-lasting friendship.

“I can’t believe you actually enjoyed that movie.” You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief at what he had just admitted to you.

“What? Are you kidding me. It was pretty good.” Chad replied, a wide smile on his face.

You absolutely loved that smile, his beautiful genuine smile.

“Are you serious? I could make a whole list on what’s wrong about that movie. Front and back!” You exclaimed, receiving a chuckle from him.

“I am convinced we both saw a different movie.” Chad shrugged. A giggle left your lips at the weird taste of your best friend as you looked him in the eyes.

“You really are something, Chad.” You broke eye-contact with him, to watch the road you were crossing. “A good something, I hope.” He grinned, as you could feel him staring at you. you looked to your left and right before you crossed.

“Sometimes.” You shrug teasingly and you hear him laugh from beside you. The corners of your lips tug into smile when hearing the angelic sound.

After a while of walking around, talking and laughing the two of you had arrived in front of your dorm building. You let go of his arm, already missing his body so close to yours.

You were standing across from each other and somehow your feet didn’t want to move. You really didn’t want to go. You didn’t want this night to end.

“Should I walk you upstairs?” He questioned when you didn’t move an inch. You woke up from your trance and shook your head with a smile, “Thank you, but I’ll make it on my own.”

But in reality you wanted nothing more than for him to walk you upstairs. Just so you could be with him for a little longer.

He chuckled at your reply and opened his mouth to say something. But closed it swiftly, almost as if he was afraid to ruin the moment.

“See you tomorrow, princess.”

Princess. The nickname that made your heart flutter, especially when Chad was the one to call you that.

He hesitated at first, but he leaned in closer and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

If your heartbeat wasn’t fast then it definitely was racing now. “See you.” You said while your cheeks heated up. He looked at you with his gorgeous smile and watched as you opened the door and stepped inside, completely flustered by what just had happened.

During your short trip to your dorm, all you could think about was him. It wasn’t any different than usual; you were always thinking about him. But something about that innocent kiss told you that things were different than you thought they were.

With a train of thoughts clouding your mind, you entered your dorm, welcomed by a strange smell. The smile on your face was wiped off immediately.

You called for your roommate, but they didn’t answer.

Confused by the smell filling your nose, you tried to find the source of it. Eventually you realised that the closer you got to your roommate’s room, the worse the smell got.

You opened the door and walked inside. Your roommate was laying on their bed, a blanket put over them.

As you drew closer and closer, your heart began to race. You became extremely nauseous as the smell intensified. Your pupils widen in astonishment as you pull away the blanket.

Your roommates dead body was brutally stabbed. Their blood had stained the mattress entirely red.

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your cries as you looked at them. You couldn’t believe someone would ever do this to them.

You were about to get your phone from your pocket, planning to call Chad. But you got pushed down forcefully and fell on the ground. Your phone flew out

of your hand and landed not too far away from you.

Your watery eyes blinked a few times, before you saw the mask you would recognise from anywhere. The mask you had grown to hate with your entire being.

You tried to grab for anything that could be useful to attack the ghostface with as they were hovering over you. They had gotten ahold of your legs and pulled you closer to them, the blade of their knife sliding against the skin of your leg.

Your arms went everywhere trying to get ahold of something at least.

You successfully managed to grab a baseball bat which belonged to your roommate and hit the ghostface with it on their head.

“Motherfucker!” You yelled hitting it on their head a few times. You quickly got up when their grip loosened and searched for your phone.

You went to grab it, but just when you picked it up you were pushed again and this time the ghostface stabbed you in the leg, twisting it slowly and painfully.

You yelled out in pain and tried everything in your power to push them away, but it was no use.

They slapped the phone out of your hand and let out a deep evil chuckle.

“How does it feel without your muscled bodyguard to save you?” They spoke, their knife threateningly close to your face.

Their knife made its way to your stomach, and all you could do was watch. You were powerless, completely powerless.

They stabbed you without regrets twisting and turning the knife, causing pain to shoot throughout your entire body.

You thought of Chad.

The Chad who was calling you nonstop.

The sound of your ringtone was on the background as you could slowly feel yourself disappear.

-

Chad was pacing back in forth in his dorm, his body tense and his mind full with questions.

Why didn’t you answer? Did something happen to you?

Ethan tried to calm his roommate down the best he could. He told Chad you probably fell asleep and that you forgot to call.

But Chad knew better. Chad knew you wouldn’t go to sleep without letting him know you were safe and making sure he was. He knew you couldn’t go about your evening without checking in on him.

He knew you.

And you wouldn’t just ignore him out of the blue.

“I’ve got to do something.” He whispered to himself. He took out his phone and started calling you over and over again.

But still no answer.

He sat down next to Ethan on the couch, who was slowly drifting to sleep. “Y/n’s probably fine, Chad. Don’t worry.” He mumbled.

But that didn’t stop Chad from worrying. Not even a little bit.

When he called you again, you finally picked up and he let out a sigh of relief. But when the person on the other end of the line started talking, it wasn’t you.

He got up quickly after what he heard and didn’t even bother to grab a coat on this cold evening. He didn’t bother because something had happened to you.

Something bad.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” Chad questioned the woman at the reception, who was rather moody. She looked him up and down, before pointing towards the hall behind her.

“Room 13.” She replied bluntly, chewing her gum obnoxiously loud.

“Thanks.” He answered politely. His heart was racing out of worry.

He regretted not walking you upstairs. Regretted every decision he made that evening. And most specifically not telling you how he felt.

He had planned it all, the moment he was going to finally open up about his feelings for you. But he was too mesmerised by you, he completely forgot all about admitting to you.

He made his way to your room and his face softened when seeing you in the hospital bed. He walked over to you slowly, his heart breaking into a million pieces by seeing you like this.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard him enter, your head rested on the pillow.

“Chad.” You brought out with difficulty and you tried to shoot him a smile. “Y/n.” He replied walking over to sit down on the chair next to you instantly.

He grabbed your hand and held it tightly, tears threatening to spill. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, Y/n.”

“It’s not your fault.” You assured him. “No, but it is. The night wasn’t supposed to go this way, but I chickened out and- I’m sorry.” Chad didn’t dare to look you in your eyes, feeling guilty.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you listened to his ramble. You wanted to say something, but your mouth couldn’t form any words.

Chad looked up to look you in the eyes, but this time it felt different. His eyes had something else in them than they usually had.

You still looked him in the eyes while he opened and closed his mouth several times. “I- There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you. And the thing is I thought I had more time. Time to actually think this through and make it a perfect moment- ”

“Y/n, I really thought I’d lost you. It terrified me. And regret washed over me, I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve told you what I actually wanted to tell you.” He said, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

You squeezed his hand assuring him that he could tell you what had been bothering him so much.

“Y/n, I like you. I have liked you since the moment I have laid eyes on you. Hell, I might even love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and-“ But before he could finish you had pulled him in for a kiss.

His hands made their way to your cheeks and cupped them gently. Your lips moved in sync together as relief washed over the both of you. The contact between your lips was electric and it’s as if the whole world just stopped. Like it was just the two of you.

You pulled away with the biggest smile on your faces. “I like you too, Chad. A lot actually.” You told him, your eyes never leaving his.

“Well, I’m sure I like you more.” He whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes in response.

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

1: Blitzø

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It's been 2 weeks since you left rehab and didn't have anywhere else to go. You've been debating whether or not to call someone, but the only people you know you had personally hurt them with this addiction, and you're afraid you're going to hurt them again.

You found a secluded alleyway and sat down on the ground with your bookbag on your lap. Your stomach started to growl, dying to get food in its system. You would steal food, but you really don't feel like getting injured.

"What are you doing out here?"

You jerked and looked up, seeing a guy that's a couple years older towering over you.

"Nothing." Your heart started to race. You've been through shit living out on the streets, but it is your fault isn't it? Got hooked on stimulates, left the circus, left your family, left everyone.

The guy kneeled down to where your faces was inches apart, "Instead of doing nothing you could be doing something," He stood up and put his hands on his belt.

In a split second you stood up as you hit the guy with your bookbag before sprinting. You turned at every corner, trying to get away from him. Lucky for you, he wasn't following.

With your hands on your knees you tried to catch your breath. Fuck, I have to find a place to stay at. You pulled out your phone and started going through your contact list again. Mom, Dad, Dealer, Blitzo.

You can't call your parents, they refuse to let you move in because of you stealing money for drugs. Last time you stayed at your dealers was just not a good time for you.

Blitzo...you really don't want to see him.

You don't hate him, never did. You just don't want to see him again because you did something shitty. So asking for help is the least thing you want to do right now. But if you wait any longer you don't know what can happen to you living out on the streets.

You took a deep breath in and out, and pressed call. It took about 4 rings before he answered the phone.

"Y/n?" Once you heard his voice you wanted to break down.

"I know this is probably a bad time but can I stay with you for a bit?" Your voice cracked.

There was some silence. Blitz felt the 5 stages of grief within 10 seconds. He knew that you were hooked on drugs to the point where nobody would know where you're at, or even if you're alive.

"Sure." He finally agreed. "Do you need me to come get you?"

"Yeah, actually. I'm at the park right now."

"See you in 20." He abruptly hung up.

You sighed and sat down on the park bench. You would see family's at the park, pushing their kids on the swing sets.

In the distance you heard a car squeal and eventually ran into a pole. The window rolled down on the passenger side and saw Blitzo for the first time since you guys were in your late teens.

You grabbed your bookbag and walked to the beat up van, getting inside the car and stared at your lap, not wanting to make any eye contact with him.

"Not going to talk?" He broke the silence, putting the car in drive.

"Thanks for picking me up...I appreciate it." You smiled a bit.

"Where the fuck were you?"

"It's a lot to explain."

"I needed you, Y/n. You knew what happened and yet you decided to leave for good and ghost me? Because you were too caught up in doing drugs?"

"Don't be a hypocrite, you did plenty of drugs." You huffed.

"Yeah but I didn't leave my fucking best friend when they needed me the most!"

"Blitzo-"

"It's Blitz, O is silent." He said with sternness in his voice.

"Blitz, I appreciate you coming to pick me up and letting me stay with you until I can get back up on my feet. But can we please finish the conversation later? I know I ran away whenever you needed me, and yes I feel guilty for it. That's why I didn't call you sooner, I didn't want to hurt you again."

He kept quiet, he wanted to say more, he wanted to yell at you, but he didn't. He doesn't want you to leave him again.

Growing up you guys were best friends, always close to each other, always telling each other things. Blitz only had you and Fizz, and whenever Fizz got severally injured and Blitz wasn't allowed to see him, he needed you. He was already mad at you for leaving the circus just days before Fizz’s birthday, and after? You left for good without a trace.

Blitz knew that you were on drugs way before you originally left. At first he didn't care too much because you needed it to perform "better." As the months went you became addicted to them and he saw that you looked malnourished due to the drugs but he didn't say anything about it, he didn't know what to say.

After the fire, Blitz kept calling you, he needed someone to talk to, to get his mind off of things, but ignored him. You didn't want to and didn't want to be selfish, but you don't want him to see you like this.

"I also have a daughter..so she's sleeping in the only room I have. I sleep on the couch so you can sleep on the floor."

"The floor?"

"I'm not taking the floor."

You were gonna argue back about how you could sleep on the couch with him but you know he probably doesn't want you to even get close to him physically because of the past. "So...your daughter. Who's the baby mama?"

"She's adopted and 22, got her when she was 17."

"Ah..congratulations."

"She might not like you being here..she can be a little..hot headed. But she's sweet! Sometimes.."

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"So...this is your new home." He closed the door. "Bathroom is over there, that's the kitchen, living room, and that room over there is her room."

"And you sure that she don't mind me being here?"

"Oh she's gonna love you!" He doesn't actually believe that. Blitz knocked on her door, "Loonie, wanna come meet a childhood friend of mine? She's gonna be living here with us for a few months."

"No."

Blitz turned around towards you and shrugged, "Yeah knew that was gonna happen."

"Yeah..yeah that's fine. You have a lovely home." You smiled.

"Eh, it's a house. Nothing too important about it. Anyway, go take a shower you smell like shit." He looked you up and down, "and look like shit."

You started walking to the bathroom but he stopped you, "Stay off the drugs, please?"

You nodded your head, "I will."

After you dried off in the shower you began to realize that you have absolutely no clothes. "Fuck." You whispered. You left most of your clothes in that drug house you used to live at and the place at rehab just gave you scrubs since you didn't have any clothes there. This is gonna be so fucking embarrassing. You wrapped yourself in a towel and slightly opened the door, "Blitz?"

"Yeah?" He said from the couch.

"I don't have any clothes."

"Ah shit. Alright um.." Blitz walked over to the bathroom and talked through the cracked door, "you can wear some of mine and then tomorrow buy clothes. You got cash?"

"I just got out of rehab dude. I don't have any money."

His eyes lit up, "Wait! You can work for me!"

"Blitz can we talk about this later? I need clothes!"

"Right, okay, fine damn. I'll bring you a shirt and some shorts or pants or whatever." He started to walk away.

"Blitz, come here." You cringed at what you were about to say next, "I need underwear."

"Go commando."

"I'm a girl..i can't not wear underwear. I'm gonna get like...fuck it why am I even explaining this." You mumbled. "Can i just wear your underwear until I can buy some?"

"Well after you get dress we gotta talk business." He left and fetch a horse shirt, the smallest underwear he could find, and some shorts. He knocked on thr bathroom door again and handed you the clothes.

"Need anything else?"

"Actually yeah..can you bring me a long sleeve shirt instead?"

Blitz rolled his eyes and found his favorite yellow hoodie and gave it to you.

You first put the hoodie on so even you won't have to look at the needle marks. Once you picked up the underwear your eyebrows furrowed, "What the fuck is this?" It was a black thong that said "Suck Here" on the front. I'm hoping this is his and not some other chick's underwear.

After putting everything on you shuffled your feet back to the couch and sat on the other end of it so you wouldn't be close to Blitz.

"Did you like the thong I picked out?" He winked.

"Dare I ask whose is it?" You rolled your eyes.

"It's mine, swear to Satan it's mine. Wait what does it say on the front?"

"Suck here." You deadpanned.

"Oh yeah, it's mine. Alright so, business." He scooted closer to you. "I have a business called I.M.P. get it?" He nudged you, "anyway, it stands for Immediate Murder Professionals, and people down here hire us to kill other people!" He said proudly.

"Blitz, I really don't feel like killing."

""But I need more assassins! Give it a try?"

"No! How about a janitor?"

"Actually that'll work. Think about it," he scooted over and put his arm around you, "A boss and a janitor getting it on!" He lightly thrusted the air.

You narrowed your eyes, "That's disgusting....No."

"This isn't a yes or no you have to work with me."

"What? Why?"

"You don't have a car and it's easier if you work with me."

"Well..it's not like I have a choice."

"Fuck yeah! Working together again!" he playfully shoved you, couldn't help but to make you smile.

"...Soooo when do I start?"

"Tomorrow because I don't want you to keep wearing my favorite hoodie and thong."

You tilted your head, "You gave me your favorite hoodie and thong?"

"I..well..fuck you. Wasn't trying to."

You laughed, "Sure.”

"Ya know I was gonna give you the couch but you're acting like a dick so the floor it is." He crossed his arms.

You knew he was playing, "Good, didn't want to sleep next to you anyway!"

"Get off MY couch, bitch!" He laughed as he reached over and gripped the hoodie before throwing you off the couch.

You landed with a hard thump, "Jesus, Blitz." You coughed.

"Oh shit. My bad."

You got up from the floor and flopped back onto the couch. "Either way, i'm going to sleep right now."

Blitz stuck his tongue out at you before laying down on the other side.

"Aww, you're gonna let me sleep on the couch? How sweet." You teased.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. You were easy to throw because you weighed like nothing and I actually felt bad."

"There it is, I miss the sweet Blitz that I used to know."

He kicked your leg, "Night, bitch."

"Night, whore."

"Night, slut."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."

[neverlookatthisblog]

One of the girls

A/N: this is my first story since I’ve written smut so if it’s a little ehh just bare with me it’s been a long time🫣😭😭😭 (not proof read so there might be some mistakes)

Inspo for this story: One of the girls by The Weeknd and backstage passes by est gee and Jack Harlow

Smut

Jack had a rough past with women at the time him and his girlfriend broke up he felt Lonely most nights

During the come home the kids miss you tour he met you

You met him when he called you up on stage to shoot the basket into the hoop making it in of course you and Jack shared a cute moment

Fast forward to now you where on the side cheering him on you and Jack weren’t really dating just having fun

From the beginning Jack made it clear that it was no strings attached

“I understand I’m here for the same reasons”you said making eye contact with him

And from there you guys stood on what you both agreed on

You were known on TikTok for going to concerts and meeting different celebrities getting vip tickets,vip sections,etc

It was the day of tour and you were all backstage celebrating

“Thank you all for being here and sharing this experience with me” he said

You all cheered listening to music eventually you took the party to the tour bus and at this point everyone was doing there own thing In there own words

“We going out and celebrating or what” urban asked

In all honestly Jack didn’t really wanna go out he looked at you

“Nah me and y/n are gonna stay in the bus tonight”he said

“Alright well the whole gang is going out if you change your mind just let us know”

Everyone was gone it was just you and Jack

You and Jack both knew what it would lead too

With you laying on the couch while Jack was holding your hands above your head as he kissed you soft

You pulled apart

“You know there was always something different about you” Jack grabbed your hand

“What do you mean” you said

“You know what I mean Can you feel how much I want you” Jack placed your hand against his bulge you feeling how hard he got just from that little kiss

“I can” you say rubbing your hand against him softly through his jeans

Without saying anything Jack pushed you down pulling you closer by your thighs

He slowly removed your sweats kissing your thigh until he got up to your underwear

“Are you sure you wanna do this or do you wanna just chill tonight?” Jack never has asked you this which caught you by surprised

“What of course ” you said Jack gave you a nod before pulling them off

Jack pulled you closer Jack slips it In

Holding your legs while he drove into you

“Is this okay?” He asked

“Yeah it’s good” you smiled giving him the okay to continue

He waisted no time slipping into you

"Fuck jack" you moaned jack put your legs around his waist

"Oh my god" you moaned while jack continued messing you up

"Shit" jack gasped while thrusting faster the movement made your heart beat every second

"I'm gonna cum" he smiled at you grabbing your waist leaning down bodies closer than ever

You closed your eyes when jack started staring at you but Jack wasn’t having it “keep them open and keep them eyes on me”

You did exactly that opening your eyes and looking at Jack

Jack was satisfied with the way he was moving his hips he made you moan every second every chance he got it was hard for you to make eye contact with him because it was intense. You couldn’t take it closing your eyes again but Jack tapped your face “open them back up or I will stop” you grown but obeyed

“ oh, my God, Jack” you scratch his back as he goes deeper, hitting that spot that gets your body burning

you are always very vocal when it came to sex with Jack and he would always listen when it came to your needs

“I’m gonna cum” you and Jack both knew you had to be quick because the gang was going to come back eventually

“Cum for me y/n” and you did just that but Jack didn’t stop this time he went overboard, overstimulating you

“That’s right ride that shit out” he said as he watching your body shake and quiver from your orgasm

After you both came, you both just sat there in silence for a moment

you realized you were actually in love with him, but you knew you couldn’t process the hurt it would give you if you told him because you both agreed no strings attached but you ended up liking him every moment you two spent together you knew you would just get hurt in the end

[pincushionx]

Toh Hospital Au

(I’ve never actually watched any hospital dramas before)

This is just a adult human Au except with a focus on medicine

Luz, an oncologist, was determined to be one after the passing of her father.

Amity, pediatric rheumatologist, inspired by her own hand pain. Was originally going to be a dermatologist to make Odalia proud but met Luz in college after becoming roommates with her and changed her plans into a field she was actually passionate in. Pediatric because is Amity good with kids.

Vee is a RN in the ER. She good at adapting at different situations which is good for more high stake places like the ER. Her and Luz are sisters of course with Camila very proud of them both. She’s adopted. She didn’t want to go to medical school so decided on being a nurse instead. Worked in the hospital longer than Luz.

Gus is a patient advocate, he would be good very successful at his job and passionate on helping his clients receive the best treatment he can. He’s taken many clients with Luz.

Willow is sports medicine physician because it’s in her interest in athletics and helping others. She definitely still a plant addict and they cover her house and garden.

Hunter is a cytopathologist. He had a tough past (understatement) and was pretty isolated in college and medical school. He thought it would be the same in the hospital since he already took a no live patient job until he transferred to a different hospital and met Luz in the Cancer unit when diagnosing some patients. Where she invited him to hang out after work and they became friends along with the others.

They all look like older versions of their post-canon looks since they’re all in the mid 30s, except Gus who is like 31 to 32. Hunter still has his scars except their burn scars instead of possession ones. Luz and Amity are married and live together. Belos died sometime in Hunter stay in medical school and Amity, and her siblings are no contact with Odalia

Stringbean in a normal snake that Luz got from a rescue, Emmiline is a normal chameleon Gus recused, ghost is a normal cat Amity got in college, Clover is a bunny rescue( I’m not giving Willow a pet bee I’m sorry, instead her fathers do bee keeping as a hobby). Flapjack a cardinal that just lives with Hunter, like one day he showed and didn’t leave, he basically made Hunter his pet. Also Waffles does the same thing a few years later (because I love her). Flapjack lives longer than the average cardinal due to Hunter basically taking care of him. The other laugh when they find out he basically has two wild birds living with him.

Belos was pretty abusive to Hunter growing up until Hunter fled for college after realizing that it wasn’t right how he was treating him. He tried going no contact a few times but always broke it untill Belos eventually passed away while he was in medical school after succumbing to an illness. Belos was a successful pastor. (He was the owner one of those mega churches n stuff.) Hunters parents are Caleb and Evelyn. Caleb was killed by someone “unkown”, Evelyn died from an accidental overdose when Hunter was young, where Belos got custody of him rather than the Clawthorne family. The burn scars came from an “accident” in middle school for Hunter.

Gus went to high school early and had a hard time with people not taking him seriously in both school and even when doing his job ( no body cared in college) but was able it receive support from his friends and push forward.

They all met in college and became friends (except Hunter who went somewhere else). Amity and Willow here childhood friends before Amity began bullying her in middle school where they went to separate high schools. Gus and Willow met in high school and were also roommates in college.

Other notes,

Viney is a general practitioner, puddles is an absurdly large pigeon she has.

Emira is a paramedic.

Other characters are not in the medical field like Edric who’s a small animal veterinarian, Lilith who is a historian, and Eda who is a store owner.

Again this is basically my Human realm Au with emphasis on the medical field.

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Unlucky

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: blood, angst if you squint, blood, bad writing

Pairing: Tara Carpenter X Fem!Reader

Wrote this before watching Scream VI so don’t worry it doesn’t have any spoilers

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You didn’t really like living in Woodsboro.

It was a small town, which meant that everyone knew everyone, there was literally just one high school and all the kids your age went there so if anything ever happened or one student did something, all town was going to know, all the kids were going to talk about you and make fun of you. This gets really close to what happened to you.

You used to be Tara’s girlfriend, and it also meant that her friends were your friends too. You’ve actually known Tara your whole life, her sister was your baby sitter and you were really attached to her and even when she left you found ways to stay in contact with her. She was to you the sister you never had, she cared for you like she cared for Tara and that was just good to know. Your parents were both alcoholic, so whenever you went at Sam and Tara’s Place, Sam would always be the one taking care about you, cleaning you up and even feeding you. No matter the countless times you told her she didn’t have to, she always insisted. It nearly was a tragedy for you when she left Town, for obvious reasons.

However eventually you broke up with Tara. Apparently her friends - mostly Amber and Liv - had convinced her that you were too damaged, too far gone to be helped and Tara needed and deserved a better girlfriend than you. I mean how could you blame them? You were indeed as they described you. Your parents had been killed by Ghostface when you were really young and for the first period of time, Sam took care of you like she always did, but then she left and you were put in the foster care system until you were old enough to be able to care for yourself and work and have your own apartment. It was nice you had to admit, being independent and not having to think of anything else but yourself… and your girlfriend.

But then Tara broke up with you, and everything went downhill. You didn’t leave your apartment if not for school or for groceries, it was all pretty a mess. But then ghostface appeared again. You were his first victim. You were helpless already, I mean you had no one, no one who cared for you so surely no one would mind if you were killed right?

You were right, no one did mind after all.

Not Tara, not Sam, no one.

After getting stabbed 10 times, you fell into a coma and when you woke up everyone had left town. Your old friends, your ex, her sister too. They had left and they didn’t tell you anything, they didn’t leave you a message, a phone call, nothing. They had disappeared, leaving you behind in that hellscape of a city and you were alone. And when you went back to school, everyone cheered for you, and gave you the nickname of “last one standing” and you didn’t like that at all. It was a nickname you hated, that would haunt you forever and keep the trauma inside of you alive. And you knew that nothing was over, you knew that every 10 years or so someone would put on Ghostface’s mask again and continue the job that the last Ghostface couldn’t finish…

…only it happened sooner than you ever thought.

You had organized a trip to New York. You had always wanted to go so obviously you agreed. The big apple has always been one of your dreams and even if you were going for a week as a tourist, it was still something, and you were going to make it work. You were going to have a lot of free time so you could go where you have always wanted to go… Central park Times Square, The Brooklyn bridge… yes, you were definitely going to make it work.

You decided to go alone, because ever since Ghostface attacked you, you didn’t know who to trust and to be honest you didn’t want to trust anyone. That’s why all your free time you were walking around NY alone. You were going to the underground train when your phone rang, and you answered it without taking a look at the caller ID “go for (Y/N)” you said, and waited for a reply. “Hello (Y/N)” a too familiar voice could be heard from the other side of the phone “long time no see” he continued, and you immediately got frightened. You looked around, the streets were getting empty due to the day arriving to an end. “W-what do you want from me? Haven’t you done enough?” You asked, speed walking to the station. “Oh no, my game didn’t even start last year. I didn’t finish my job” tears made their way up to your eyes “please leave me alone… I don’t even have a group of friends you can attack” you said, hoping that this would lead him somewhere else

“That’s where you’re wrong, (Y/N). Now I got you here, and Tara and the others already are in town so that’s going to be easy” you could practically see the smirk on his face just based off his voice. You finally got to the underground station. It was empty at this time of night, which only made you ten times more scared “please don’t hurt me” you sobbed and hid behind a wall “oh but I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to kill you, by stabbing all of the organs that I missed last time” at that the call ended, and when you looked around he sprinted towards you, you tried running away but he was quicker. He grabbed you by the air and after pulling you into his embrace, he stabbed you repeatedly in your stomach, as you let out pained screams and grunts, no one could ear you because the station was empty… only you could be this unlucky. He stabbed you five times before you found enough strength to throw your head back and hit him in the face, making him fall down.

He lost his grip on you doing so, and you fell on the ground, face down as you grunted once more, one of your hands covering the wounds as you used the other to try and drag yourself away from him, all with blood spewing out of your mouth. “Where do you think you’re going?” He said after he got up and stopped you by kicking you in your stomach, exactly where your wounds were. You spat out more blood and he towered over you, knife in hand as you closed your eyes and waited for the final impact…

…that never came.

You heard a loud noise, a gun perhaps. And Ghostface, not being armed enough left in a hurry. You laid there, blood spilling our from your wounds and mouth, breaths becoming more erratic and wet as you kept your eyes closed. At some point you felt someone’s hands on you, turning you around to take a look at you and who you were. “(Y/N)? Oh my god what the hell are you doing here?” Another familiar voice… this time it was also another voice you knew too well, but it was… Sam. You opened your eyes, they immediately swelling with tears as you relaxed “S-Sam” you sobbed out and looked at her. “Please help me” you said and for a brief moment you saw her nod. Your eyes were starting to get blurry, and you could feel yourself lose consciousness but you knew you had to stay awake. “Chad, please pick her up”

Within seconds two strong arms were around you and carrying you bridal style, the position hurting you even more… good, at least that’ll keep you awake. You were almost a deadweight in his arms, and he decided to joke about it. “Damn, I didn’t think you were this light” he said. You have always been skinny, maybe too much but it was fine with you. He and his sister were the only ones that even back then never said anything bad about you “oh shut up” you joked back and the laugh made you even more in pain. You didn’t register if there was someone else aside the two of them, as you were swinging from unconsciousness to consciousness and the voices were confused. One thing you were sure of, when you were laying in a car’s backseat, you felt someone hold your hand… a hand you knew too well. Tara, maybe? You weren’t sure because you lost consciousness soon after that.

When you woke up in the hospital, the bright light bothered your eyes, but you squeezes them and rubbed them and eventually you got used to the light. Only Sam was in the room at the moment and she was on her phone. “I think I’ve been in this position before” you giggled as you tried sitting up, also letting out a grunt as Sam looked up and smiled at you. “How are you feeling?” She said and put her phone away. “Like I’ve been stabbed 5 times… for the second time” you joked again, and saw how she smiled slightly. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling better… I’m sorry for, you know not getting there sooner” she said and you shrugged “it’s okay, at least I didn’t fall into a coma this time” you shot your arrow, looking away and making Sam look down, out guilt. “(Y/N) I’m sorry-“ she tried to say but you interrupted her: “Sam why didn’t you leave me a note or something, a voicemail… why didn’t you wait for me to wake up” you said

“Because we couldn’t! We had to leave for Tara’s sake and for our own safety and we couldn’t leave any trace back or he was going to find us-“ “he found you anyway. Tell me what did that change? You knew he would have found you either way yet you just had to keep me out of everything like everyone always does!” From all the yelling, the stitches on your stomach had popped and you were bleeding again. “Fuck-“ you said and pressed on the bandage. “I’m going to call a doctor” Sam said and left the room for a brief moment, and soon enough a doctor came in and did your stitches again, along with everyone else who looked at you worriedly. this time Mindy and Tara were there too, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.

“Hey guys” you said, your voice kind of low and shy, different to how it was moments ago with Sam. You had all grown up, surely they didn’t “hate” you anymore… right?

“Look, I-“ you were about to continue speaking when Tara made her way over to you, hugging you tightly but avoiding the stitches. You didn’t know how to react at first, but you saw Sam and Mindy give one of those “finally” smiled and you knew that this was something good. You hugged her back and breathed in her scent, god did you miss her. You never stopped loving her, you knew that it wasn’t either of your fault that the two of you broke up… Tara had been basically brainwashed. “I’m so glad you’re okay” she whispered and you smiled slightly, when she pulled back you both smiled at each other before you gave her a nod and a small smile, as if to confirm her you were okay.

“So uhm… back to my question… what are you doing here in New York?” Sam asked and you scratched your head. “I always wanted to come as a tourist. Guess I’m safer in Woodsboro…” you said and Sam immediately replied. “You should stay here. He’s after you and he’s after us as well, we can help each other and I can protect you. I couldn’t protect you a year ago but I can now. Stay.” She said and you couldn’t help but nod at her proposition.

They had defeated Ghostface once, surely they could protect you.