#and i just feel like a scared helpless kid

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

It's missing my father hours rn so imma just dump a bunch of pictures here and cry

( sorry i don't know the source of anything I just had them on my phone)

(also dont read the tags i just need to let it out lol)

[smolsix]

-blows dust off this blog-

So

Little Nightmares III, huh???

I was trying to avoid being excited about it because no solid release date and 2024 could be a few months from now or a year from now and Idk how long I can handle being so fuckin hyped for this game YEEHAW

BUT I CAN'T, I KEEP THINKING ABT THE GAME AAHAHHGAGA

so here are my thoughts, if you wanted to know

FIRST OF ALL, i am so glad that after we saw LTNM II we thought it'd be co-op but it was just an AI, that we finally get co-op! AND ONLINE TOO, i spent the first day worried it'd be shared screen same room situation since i wasn't trying to get my hopes up but then I realised I can just.. google it.. AND IT IS!!! ONLINE!! IDK WHO I AM GONNA PLAY IT W FIRST AAAAAAAA

anyways, you can definitely tell it's a new studio working on this game, the world feels mostly the same but the character designs themselves are definitely stylistically similar, but not the same. With Six especially, the MC designs were very simplistic and realistic but used colour (or for Mono, a single design quirk being the bag) to stand out against their backgrounds and against the enemies which are largely neutral colours. But these new ones feel... "over designed"? On their own they definitely aren't, but in comparison to Mono, Six, Seven, and even NPCs like the flashlight girl, they have a lot more going on (especially the little wrench kid, Idk which one is Alone and which one is Low yet btw OOP)

Despite it being a new studio and you can tell, new puzzles and environments, they're still doing their best to have the OGs vibes and whatnot to feel familiar, namely in the trailer they bring back the fuses, and the additional gameplay video there's a short scene with an environment with all the shelves you can find in LTNM 1s gnome section (the one with the cart that is affected by the Maws swaying).

But regardless, it still feels different enough my brain is still nervous about it. I also feel In A Way about Tarsier having LTNM II explode and their franchise getting the attention it deserves, only to have it stuck with Bandai and now it's going to likely explode again and they aren't involved. Idk how anyone on that team feels about it, but if it were me omg.

Also the only boss we've seen so far (i hope they add more and i def want some to be a surprise so im not gonna assume this is the only one for now) feels... out of place? it has the design qualities of a LTNM boss, but the size of it makes it more of a spectacle than a warped/corruption of an adult. All the previous bosses fit in their environment, we are the small ones and they are scaled to the world around them. This is the first time, outside monster Six who imo is a bit of an outlier anyways due to her circumstances, we're getting a boss who is this huge and doesn't even fit their own environment. I hope we get a lore reason for this in some way, because currently the boss doesn't have the same vibe as the others and it's throwing me off a bit. Don't get me wrong, it'll be terrifying, but looking at the picture as a whole they are sort of out of place for me rn. I don't hate the bitch either, I'm not gonna be like omg get rid of it or change it, but it does strike me as odd seeing it for now.

And yes the tall man is too tall for a lot of things, but he's not THAT big. He's more like yer tall guy who hits his head off doorways, which happens irl anyways LMAO

Little Nightmares primarily tries to capture the feeling of being a small child and how everything is big and scary, but a doll that huge is out of the realm of reality set up for us already. It's gone from scary corrupted animal to godzilla, if that makes sense.

OH AND THE MIRRORS ARE VERY LTNM COMICS OF THEM TEE HEE < 3

[martyrbat]

batman and superman vs vampires and werewolves #2

[tchaikovskym]

Whenever a life change I worked for and looked forward to is going to happen: oh no!

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI!

Tw - STEPCEST, cheating, age-gap(early 20s n early 40s), anal play, daddy/dad kink, oral, some really inappropriate and gross stuff. Stepcest isn’t blood related. Not proofread.

A/n - “Toji wouldn’t do th-“ I don’t give a shit, goodnight.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who secretly rubs your little pussy through your thin cotton panties from underneath the blanket while you're having a movie night with your family in the living room.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who tells your clueless mother that he’s taking you on a daddy-and-daughter bonding trip for a few days so the two of you can spend more time together and get to know each other more which only ends up with his hefty cock being stuffed deep into your innocent pussy— filling you up to the brim in some random hotel not too far from your house.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who instantly gets rock hard whenever you'd call him “dad” or “daddy”. He just can’t help when a sweet young thing like you is innocently batting your eyelashes up at him and asking him for his assistance. God, you’re so helpless, you can’t do anything without the help from your dad, not even cumming. :(

Which is why he has to sneak into your bedroom dead at night and skillfully poke his stepdaughter’s g-spot with his fat tip till you can finally cum and make a big mess on his cock.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who's obsessed with you sitting on his face, your warm dripping pussy nestled in his mouth while his eager tongue skillfully laps at the essence of your arousal from your glistening entrance. His nose presses into your rim purposefully, causing your adorable hole to wink against his nose in playful response to his inhales and breathing. He needs you on his face at least once a day :(

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who you coincidentally encounter in the bathroom, late at night while he’s pissing so that quickly escalated with his girthy cock now being shoved down your throat and he's thrusting it rhythmically in and out your mouth. Your eyes begin to well up with tears which only fuels him even more to use your mouth to his favor as he deviously grins down at you when he notices how you're helplessly playing with your drenched pussy with your fingers.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who gets off from being risky, especially when your mom is dozing off on the couch and he has you forcefully bent over the cold marble kitchen counter with one of his muscular hands pressed firmly against your lower back so you won't escape from his hold. His fat thumb is clogging your ass and his veiny cock is stretching your little pussy apart around his shaft while his angry tip is exploring the depths of your cunt.

He'd be such a mean man and force his thumb deeper and deeper into your asshole just so he can get a cute reaction from you and hear you whine while you desperately claw at his beefy forearm for him to stop :( He only chuckles and laughs at how scared you are as if you don't love it as much as he does.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves referring to himself as Daddy while he's balls deep into your slippery hole. Your trembling knees are knocking against your soft, bouncing tits and you're desperately gasping for air while your nails are sinking into his strong hand that's encircling your neck. "Shh shh c'mon be a good little step-kid f'daddy and take my cock". He whispers, trailing a thumb up to your glossy lips before inserting it into your mouth for you to suck on.

His cock is crammed into your tight pussy, and the way you keep sucking him in deeper and deeper every hazy second makes him not want to pull out anytime soon. He just can't get enough of your pussy. "That's it, that's baby, yer making daddy feel sooo good".

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who has developed a habit of sniffing your cunt and ass, he just can't help it :( he just loves your natural scent and can't get enough of you when he's bending down behind your small figure while you're engrossed in cooking dinner for the family and pulls your shorts down to bury his pointy nose in your moist pussy.

A plague of worries clouds your head when you feel his nose prodding into your tight entrance in the open. "T-toji! n-not here, she'll see!", you pleaded as you attempted to push his head away from your rear only for him to clasp both of your hands into his larger ones with just a chuckle rumbling against your cunny. soft whimpers escape your lips when you hear his loud whiffs of your pussy.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves nothing more than licking his step-daughter’s little pussy at any given chance he gets :(

It's so prohibited and “taboo” and the older man is very much aware of that but he just can't help it when he's quietly slipping into your bedroom late at night to run his salivating tongue over the sapping mound— He’s been practically thinking about it the entire day.

His clothed cock immediately starts twitching uncontrollably every time his grimy thoughts clouded his vivid imagination, all he could do at work was discreetly palm his hardened bulge and give it a hard squeeze for friction and temporary relief.

He barely could wait till everyone was asleep to taste your delicious pussy again.

A deep involuntary groan leaves his lips from the taste of your creamy pussy melting on his tastebuds. The sensation of the sticky slick clinging onto his tongue stirred a desperate throbbing in his cock, yearning for more. God, every fiber of his being ached to plunge his hard cockhead into your warm, virgin pussy and ravish you until you painted his shaft with your cream but he won't... at least not yet.

Luckily for him, you were sleeping on your stomach and the tranquility of your slumber allowed him to cautiously lower your adorable panties down, gently resting it at your lower thighs, and parted your plush cheeks using his thumbs to peek at your delicate pussy. The glossy sheen veiling your folds glistened in the dim light, making his fat cock throb with urgency.

“Fuck, so pretty” he whispered breathlessly, sticking his tongue out to lap at your messy folds, his tongue flickers back and forth, licking up at your wetness and replacing it with his spit and intertwining saliva. Unfortunately for him, you weren’t a heavy sleeper so the sensation of his soft, wet tongue wiggling against your most intimate place was enough to stir you awake.

Your eyelids flutter open weakly, giving way to the heavy fog of slumber that still clung to your countenance. Sleep is evident in your features as your tummy tingles from the continuous sensation of the stimulation. Your vision was clouded with fuzziness but you could still make out the muscular silhouette of your step-father.

He was huge and muscular, he wasn’t built like some ordinary man so there was no mistake that it was him.

“Daddy?”You mumbled innocently, rubbing your eyes in hopes of having a clearer view after.

“W-hat are you doing?”

“Shh shh, go back to sleep doll. Dad’s gonna take care of ya” he lightly chuckled before caressing your ass and placing a few wet kisses on your soft cheeks.

[35gofbeansprouts]

💭.

[griffinkid]

I don't want to be treated like a fragile helpless baby, I want to be treated like a little one just learning things for the first time

I want to get the level of praise and encouragement that little kids get that nobody gives you as an adult

"Great job! You did so well with this."

"I know you're scared but I'll be right here with you."

"It's alright, everybody makes mistakes, you can always try again."

"Even if you fail, I'll still love you."

"It's tough learning new things, isn't it? Nobody gets it right first time, don't be discouraged."

"You did your best and I'm so proud of you."

Edit: you know what, I didn't actually think as many of you were going to relate to this, but since this is getting notes:

I'm proud of you. I think you're doing great.

You don't need to compare yourself to others. I like you just the way you are.

I know you feel alienated sometimes, but I promise, you're always welcome here.

Yes, you've made mistakes. I've made them too! I still like you and so does everyone else!

Life is tough, but not all of us are. It's alright to be soft. Stay soft.

You will be just fine. We all will be just fine in the end.

I'm so sorry I had to add this

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hi my love please please please could you write for any driver but preferably Charles or George with a daughter who was born really early and with a heart condition so they were super worried but once she’s older (like 15) she’s really sporty but she still like faints sometimes and gets really sick and dizzy and just her dad and honorary uncles helping her out a couple times in the paddock cos their all so used to it

Stronger than you think

George had always known he would be a protective dad. He wasn’t ashamed of it. From the moment Yn came into the world too early, too fragile, with a heart condition that had left him and Carmen sleepless for weeks on end, he had promised himself he’d always be there.

And he had been. Every hospital visit, every late-night fever, every dizzy spell—he was there, holding her hand, reassuring her, sometimes pretending he wasn’t terrified himself.

Yn was fifteen now, and she was stubborn. She had fallen in love with tennis when she was ten, and despite everything—the fainting, the exhaustion, the doctor’s warnings that she had to be careful—she refused to give up.

George admired that about her. He also hated it. Because every time she stepped onto the court, he worried. Every time she insisted she was fine, he doubted it. And every time she got dizzy, he was reminded that his baby girl was still fragile, no matter how strong she tried to be.

Which was exactly why he was on edge every time she joined him at a race weekend. The heat, the long walks, the excitement—it was a recipe for disaster. And George, along with her honorary uncles, had long perfected the art of handling it when things went south.

It happened in Saudi-Arabia.

Yn had been fine all morning, sipping on the electrolyte drink her mom had packed, chatting with Lando about some ridiculous show they were both watching. George had kept an eye on her, as he always did, but she looked good. Healthy.

That lasted until just before qualifying.

George was getting ready to leave the hospitality area when he caught Alex’s eyes widen slightly, glancing toward Yn.

“Uh, mate?” Alex’s voice was calm but urgent.

George turned and saw it immediately. Yn had gone pale—too pale. Her hands gripped the counter, her breathing quickening.

“Yn,” George was at her side in a second, his hands on her arms. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

Yn squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. “Dizzy,” she whispered.

Alex had already moved, pulling a chair over. “Here, sit down.”

George guided her onto the chair as Lando appeared, kneeling in front of her. “Did you drink enough?” Lando asked, voice softer than usual.

“She did,” George answered for her, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her forehead. “It’s just the heat, probably. You’re okay, love, just breathe.”

Yn nodded, gripping his arm as if grounding herself. “Sorry,” she muttered.

Lando scoffed. “Don’t be dumb. It’s fine.”

Alex reappeared with a cold towel, pressing it against the back of her neck. “You’re doing great, kid.”

Yn huffed a weak laugh. “I hate this.”

George’s heart clenched. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Just let it pass.”

Yn leaned against him, and George felt the tension in his chest loosen slightly when her breathing evened out. It was always like this—a scare, a moment of helplessness, and then she’d be fine again.

But that never made it easier.

It was Saturday in Silverstone when it happened again.

Yn had been feeling good that morning—excited even. Charles had promised to take her to the Ferrari garage and show her the car up close, and she had been buzzing about it for hours.

But excitement, George had learned, could be just as dangerous as exhaustion.

They were halfway through the tour when Charles suddenly reached out, catching Yn’s arm as she swayed slightly.

“Woah,” Charles steadied her, his grip firm but gentle. “Yn, you okay?”

Yn blinked rapidly, exhaling sharply. “Uh. No. Not really.”

George had been walking just a few steps behind, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw her expression.

Charles didn’t hesitate. “Come, sit down.”

He led her to a small bench, guiding her down as George rushed over.

Yn let out a shaky laugh. “This is so embarrassing.”

George crouched in front of her, checking her pulse. “You feeling faint?”

Yn nodded. “Yeah. A little.”

Charles had already grabbed a bottle of water, twisting off the cap and handing it to her. “Sip this. Slowly.”

George exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. “This keeps happening,” he muttered.

Charles patted his shoulder. “She’s okay.”

Yn made a face. “I don’t feel okay.”

Charles chuckled. “I know, but you will.”

They stayed there for a few more minutes, Charles and George keeping a careful watch over her. Eventually, the color returned to her face, and she sighed, leaning against her dad’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

George kissed the top of her head. “Stop apologizing, love.”

Charles grinned. “Yeah, you’re just keeping us on our toes.”

Yn groaned. “I hate being the fragile one.”

George’s grip on her tightened slightly. “You’re not fragile,” he said. “You’re stronger than anyone I know.”

She looked up at him, eyes bright despite the exhaustion. “Really?”

George smiled. “Really.”

It was the summer break, and George had thought Yn would get a much-needed rest.

But no. She had been training for an upcoming tennis tournament, and by the time she arrived at the next race weekend, she was already drained.

It didn’t take long for Lando to notice.

“Alright, what’s up with you?” he asked after she sat down with a little too much effort.

Yn blinked at him. “Nothing?”

Lando raised a brow. “Right. And I’m an astronaut.”

Yn rolled her eyes. “I’m just tired.”

Lando turned to George, who sighed. “She’s been pushing herself too hard.”

Yn scoffed. “I have not.”

Lando narrowed his eyes. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Yn groaned, rubbing her temples. “Can you guys stop treating me like I’m made of glass?”

Lando grinned. “Never.”

Yn groaned louder, but before she could argue more, Lando pulled out his phone.

“Okay, we’re gonna play a game,” he announced.

Yn blinked. “What?”

“A game,” Lando repeated. “Distraction tactics. I ask you questions, you answer them. No thinking too hard.”

Yn sighed. “Fine.”

Lando smirked. “Alright, what’s the worst movie you’ve ever seen?”

Yn frowned. “Uh. That one you made me watch. The one about the talking dog.”

Lando gasped dramatically. “That movie is a masterpiece!”

George chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s right, mate. It was terrible.”

Yn grinned. “See?”

Lando pretended to look offended. “Unbelievable.”

Yn laughed, and for a moment, she looked like she wasn’t exhausted. And that was all Lando needed.

George sent him a grateful look. Lando just shrugged.

This was their routine. And they were damn good at it.

That night, after the race, George found Yn sitting outside, staring at the stars.

He sat beside her, nudging her knee with his. “What’s on your mind?”

Yn sighed. “I just… hate that this keeps happening.”

George stayed quiet, letting her speak.

“I hate that I still faint. I hate that I still get dizzy. I hate that everyone worries about me.” She exhaled, eyes glassy. “I just wanna be normal.”

George’s heart ached. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “Yn, listen to me. You are normal. And you’re also strong. And brave. And kind. And stubborn as hell.”

Yn snorted. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”

George smiled. “It is.”

She leaned against him. “Thanks, Dad.”

George kissed her hair. “Always, sweetheart.”

And he meant it. No matter how many times she fainted, no matter how many times she got sick—he would always be there. Because that’s what fathers did.

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Authors Note: Hey loves! I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[luveline]

Hiiiiii!!!!!!! I recently got back into criminal minds and devoured all ur hotch fics like a MANIAC (you write. So unbelievably well. Im also in love w ur tasm peter stuff, you are just such a good writer thru and thru) and that one request where Jack calls reader mom for the first time really stuck w me so I was wondering if maybe I could request smth of the opposite? Like not-so-single mom!reader and hotch have been dating for a while and her lil girl calls him dad for the first time :3 🖤🖤

thank you for requesting! 💌 —your daughter calls Hotch dad for the first time. fem, 2k

“Come in, come in!” Hotch says, the door held ajar by his arm, forcing you to squeeze in and save the heat. “Quickly, honey, please, get out of the rain.” 

Sarah bursts in through the door and away from the rain, her vinyl coat covered in raindrops, her boots wet with mud. “Aaron!” she says, pulling it into something softened and excited at once, though her ‘r’s are weak, closer to ‘w’s. “I missed you.” She jumps from one foot to the other. 

He makes sure you’re safely inside before he abandons you. It’s not very kind to you, but he can’t help himself. “Sarah,” he says, without your daughter’s sweetness but heavily fond, “I missed you more, honey. How many days has it been?” 

“Four!” she says, holding up four fingers as Hotch grabs her by the waist. 

He doesn’t mind her wet coat, working an arm around and beneath her to shuck off her muddy shoes. They topple to the ground to unveil damp socks. 

“Oh, no, your socks are wet. I did all the laundry while we were waiting, I have some warm ones for you in the dryer. Should we get you out of this coat?” 

“Where’s Jack?” you ask. 

“Eating. He was starving, couldn’t wait.” 

You kick your shoes off and gather them with Sarah’s to line up by the door. Hotch takes off Sarah’s coat with some one-armed manoeuvring, aware of her smiley gaze following his every move. 

“I,” you say, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek, cold lips to his rough skin, “am gonna go to the toilet really quickly. Hi, handsome.” 

He savours your kiss and watches you go. He owes you a better greeting, he missed you just as much as he missed your girl. For now, he wipes the cold from Sarah’s cheeks and stations her comfortably on his navel. 

He loves her like his own. He’s privileged to get the opportunity, and it’s hard not to feel that low level of awe whenever she’s around, because she loves him the same way. Sarah waits for him to smile before she wraps her arms around his neck, long enough to twine her fingers in the short hair she finds there. 

It’s funny to love someone you had no hand in bringing into the world, but no less real. He’d do anything for Sarah. I miss you doesn’t cover it, but it’s a start. “I missed you,” he murmurs, not well-versed in baby talk but always willing to try for his kids. “It’s so nice to see you. Jack missed you too, should we go see him? I can change your socks.” 

He ushers her back enough to see her. She has such loving eyes, not shy at all as she nods her head. “Can you make crackers?” 

He beams. “Oooh, yes. Crackers and cheese and apple slices, I know what you want, honey. It’s ready for you in the kitchen.” 

Things weren’t easy at first for either you nor Hotch. He works too much, and you both have priorities that can’t be shifted, but the connection between you was easy. Love, undoubtedly, pretty much the moment you met, even if it scared him. He never thought he’d get a second chance and he’s not sure you thought you’d find yours either, and yet loving you has been as helpless as loving your daughter. He doesn’t have a choice and he doesn’t want one. 

In this time, you’ve found routine. He’s introduced the idea of moving in together and you’re excited for it, though concrete plans haven’t been laid. There’s a lot of questions and no need to rush into answering them yet. He has no intentions of letting you go now —Hotch will do anything it takes to keep his small family. 

Today, right now, that’s crackers. 

“Sarah!” Jack says when he sees them, jumping off of his chair to climb on top of it. He holds his hands out and Hotch leans down with a loving laugh to let his son hug her. “You’re back!” 

“I’m back,” she agrees. 

“Do you want some of my sandwiches? Daddy made me two.” 

“Yes!” she says, wiggling to be put down and given what he’s promising. 

Hotch fights to take her to the sink and wash her little hands, to her horror and whining. He says, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you gotta wash your hands before you eat.” 

He puts her in her own chair, and it is Sarah’s chair, outfitted with a big pillow so she can see the table and marked by a pink star sticker, putting a placemat in front of her. Jack quickly pushes one of his sandwiches towards her. “There you go.” 

“Thank you, Jackers,” she says. 

Hotch smiles. Despite their different interests and ages, they’re quick to get along. 

He shouldn’t pry while you’re in the bathroom, but he worries about you. “Honey?” he calls up the stairs. 

“I’m just changing!” 

“Yeah? Can you bring some socks for Sarah, please?” 

You shout back something incomprehensible. He returns to the kitchen, where Sarah looks over the chair with pleading eyes and asks, “Crackers?” a piece of lettuce stuck to her chin. 

“Ah,” he says showfully, turning to the fridge to grab the plate of crackers, sliced cheese, and apples he’d Saran wrapped an hour ago. He peels off the wrapping and places it in front of her. “Here, sweetheart. Do you want anything else? Maybe some chips?” 

She laughs and grabs a piece of apple without answering him. 

“What about you, sweetheart? Drink?” he asks Jack. 

“Yes please, daddy.” 

Hotch makes Jack a cup of orange juice and Sarah a sippy cup, hers diluted some with water. He places them down in front of the kids, crouching between their chairs, intending to stay and chat. “How’s that?” he asks, tilting his head to the side to listen for your light footsteps on the stairs.  

“Thanks, daddy,” Jack says. 

“Thank you, daddy,” Sarah echoes, reaching for him. Hotch offers his hand, startled, not quick enough to hide it. She doesn’t pay any mind to his expression, pleased to have her hand held and her big plastic plate of crackers to munch on. 

“Why’d you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” you ask, passing him Sarah’s socks, and rounding the table to stand by Jack's other side. “Hi,” you add, ruffling Jack’s hair, “look at you, gorgeous, you got your hair cut.” 

Hotch rubs Sarah’s knuckles, trying to phrase it, not sure how to tell you with the kids still there. Will Sarah feel embarrassed if he brings it up so swiftly? Will she feel like she’s done something wrong? Will you? 

“What’s wrong?” you ask. 

He decides to present you with the situation. He’s not manipulative, but clever. “Mommy got your socks, too. Can we take these cold ones off, is that okay?” 

“Yes, please,” Sarah says.

You watch in confusion. Hotch gives you a quick look. Trust me for a second. 

He eases the socks off of her feet, laughs when she laughs at his tickling, even if he’s not quite sure how to feel. Happy, he gives her toes a squeeze and bunches a sock up to pull it over her heel and up to her ankle. “One,” he says, repeating the process with the same tenderness. “Two. There we go, all warm again, Sarah.” 

“Thanks, daddy.” 

You breathe in. 

Sarah puts some cheese on a cracker and offers it to Hotch, who eats it while you summon him away with silent parent talk. He kisses her forehead and wipes it clean as he goes. 

“Did she do that when I was upstairs?” you ask quietly. 

Hotch knows you. Loves you, but knows you intrinsically. He knows just by looking at you that you’re happy, but you’re worried about something, and it’s not hard to guess what it is: he might not want Sarah to call him daddy, and telling her not to might break her heart, and yours too. 

“She did.” 

“She’s never… expressed that interest to me.” 

“Sometimes they think about things more than we know.” Jack still surprises him as he did when he was a toddler.

“She just loves you,” you say. 

“I love her. She can call me whatever she wants to.” 

You hold his wrist, taking a step closer to him. “Are you sure?” 

“Of course I’m sure.” He murmurs now you’re close, ducking his head to yours, two halves of the same heart looking at one another’s hands. “I love her more than anything in the world. I want to make her crackers for the rest of my life.” Hotch puts his index finger to the soft skin under your chin. “Maybe by tomorrow she’ll forget she called me daddy and she’ll never say it again, but… I want her to. Is that okay?” he asks. 

You lean up to kiss him and you nod into his lips, which makes it hard but not impossible to kiss back. “She loves you so much,” you say quietly. You’d only wanted a quick peck. 

He might’ve said he loves her more than anything, but there’s a level on which he holds her and Jack where you sit too. He loves you. You made Sarah who she is all by yourself, and you’re so lovable standing in his reach. You’re perfect. 

Maybe he’s feeling sweet because Sarah called him daddy. 

“I think Jack confused her,” he says. 

“Maybe. You are, you know, her dad. You do everything a dad would.” 

Hotch slots his leg between yours and leans back to force you into his favourite kind of hug. You laugh slowly, hug the same, your arms sliding up over his shoulders to wrap behind his head, your hand cupping his hair. 

He closes his eyes and feels your waist. 

“You don’t have to worry,” he says. 

“I don’t worry about you and Sarah, I know you love her. I guess I just worry about us. Not that you don’t love me, Aaron.” 

“Big changes,” he guesses in a whisper. 

“Big changes.” 

He encourages you away to hold your face. He hopes that waiting with you in quiet for a while can explain it better than words. 

Your shoulders finally relax. 

[lunarcowgirl]

feelings unfettered | three

I am a helpless victim of my own crush on this man, take a part three of my goofy little jack abbot x f!doctor!reader fic <33

you can read part one here, and part two here !!

not my gif! but i am foaming at the mouth because of it! follow @ho-ii for all your juicy jack abbot gif needs x

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yeah, there's something in the air at your shared post-confession breakfast. and it's not just 50 years worth of oil from the diner fryer.

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from the office of the author: literally obsessed with my own creations so I've made a part three. it's not my fault, blame shawn and his facial structure and chosen character aura of dork/loser/demon-in-the-sheets. more soon? i'm scared of smut but then again i'm scared of not seeing these two get freaky

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warnings/content: 10+ year age gap, very EaRNEST feelings from these two, mentions of the horrors of american foods, author disrespects consistent perspective and grammatical rules like they owe her money, veryyyy minimal angst, mostly fluff, someone gets a their ass grabbed as a treat <33

word count: 2.6k (woooo baby we're back)

Dr Abbot considered himself to be in control of his own hands at all times and places thank you very much. He had over 30 years of experience in the profession of control. He had studied it, mastered it. It was not his fault that just 20 minutes prior to this moment your lips had been at his throat and your body so very soft under his touch. Now the mere two feet of sticky diner table between the two of you seemed an ocean. Would it be so strange, he pondered, to pull your chair around to be beside him? To bump knees and elbows into each other, for plates to stack and glasses to get mixed up in the bubble of space carved just for the two of you? He coughed slightly at the path of his own brain, embarrassed at the enormity of his feelings.

You were focused on the menu, eyes ticking down the options with care, lips formed into a rosebud pout. Jack wanted to crawl across the divide and kiss you silly, to taste the sweetness and the redness and to hear your heartbeat’s call from your throat. He wanted to feel that fizzing life under his hands, he wanted you to laugh your laugh into his mouth so he could swallow it whole, he wanted—

The shrill screech of a pack of kids attempting a prison break called him swiftly to earth, their poor father one poorly timed arm barrier away from a dislocated shoulder. He really, really, didn’t want to have to be a doctor right now. In fact, it seemed mighty appealing to give up the healing business altogether and put all his energy into memorising every last thing there was to know about you. Some dam wall within him had broken up on the roof, now every truth he’d covered up and hidden and repressed now sitting out in the unfettered daylight. It was terrifying…and exhilarating.

“I can never decide between sweet and savoury when it comes to breakfast.” You declared, slamming the menu down in a huff.

An endeared smile twitched at the corner of Jack’s mouth. He filed the information away, “Why not have both?”

Your eyebrows raised just a touch, a smirk appearing, “Why Dr Abbot, what a dangerous proposition…”

Jack shrugged, if only to dislodge the growing warmth in his chest, “When was the last time you ate? Your body could do with the carbs and sugar.”

In a flash your hand was across the table, grabbing his and raising it to your mouth. Two quick kisses were pressed to his knuckles, “Finally, a man that supports women’s right to choose both.”

You bit your bottom lip at your own cheek, winked and carefully deposited his hand back to him in exchange for the menu once more.

Oh God he was going to eat. You. Alive. You looked so innocent, as you kindly waved over a waitress, ordering in a clear, polite voice. What he wouldn’t give to have that polite mouth all over him.

For two people who had spent more time in uniform than either would like to admit, you had vastly different approaches to the return to American food. Jack had remained staunch in his habits, maintaining his belief that well-done toast with bacon and eggs was all a person really needed. Butter, perhaps, if one felt luxurious. You on the other hand, had spent each and every moment on foreign soil waiting for the moment you could feel the preservatives hit your veins again.

“I don’t care that I’m a doctor,” You said, smoothing cream across your already syrup soaked waffle, “If food cannot hold pleasure, then neither can life.”

Jack had finished his meal in a flash, eating like he was being chased. Now he had all the time in the world to lean back and watch you, noting and labelling every pronouncement and observation you made, filing them away in a little part of his mind that until now, he hadn’t allowed himself to open.

You took a big bite, nose scrunching in delight, shoulders dancing at an amount of sugar running through your system that would likely kill a small child. Jack was keeping a very firm hold on his own elbows, fingers digging into the skin to prevent it from falling straight off his bones. There was syrup, right in the corner of your mouth that you hadn’t noticed, lost in your own ecstasy.

The older he’d become, the easier is was to just surrender. To drift. His hand swept across the table in one smooth motion, his thumb finding your skin, wiping the sugar away. Your eyes flew open, surprise bright and red and hot on your cheeks. One soft blink, another - like you were seeing him for the very first time. His touch lingered there, drawing a soft reverent line across your bottom lip, relishing the fullness of it. If he couldn’t have those lips on his face, his neck and mouth, then he’d have them all over his fingers. It was barely a thought then, to draw back and bring his thumb into his own mouth. The man that never even looked sideways at sugar having his fill of it, and you.

There was something unreadable on your face as your gaze flicked across him, hunger maybe, hope. And then the flash of your tongue across your lip - finding just the remnants of him there, the butter he’d had on them from picking apart his toast. You feasted on each other from opposite sides of the table, rolling tastes across your tongue, finding them satisfactory, finding them addicting. If the appetizers where this good; the main meal was set to fill an empty stomach that had ached for a long, long time.

Waffle forgotten, Jack watched as you dived into your purse, rustling out a haphazard chunk of bills, tucking them quickly under the nearest plate.

“Wait, I’ll pay—”

“If we do not leave right now,” You hissed, “I am going to jump you in front of those very nice families.”

Jack made a bizarre croaking noise, his laugh getting lost somewhere in a cough. All the same, he dutifully rose to his feet, only somehow remembering to grab his backpack and coat. The pair of your writhed down the tight aisle towards the door, struggling to bundle up, not make any unnecessary contact with each other or send coffee flying into anyone’s laps. Bursting into the street, your head twisted this way and that, as if you couldn’t quite remember where you were or what you were supposed to be doing.

“Hey, hey…” Jack reached your side, gently taking your hand in his, “It’s ok, there’s no rush.”

You let out a slow breath, dancing from foot to foot, “Well we might have to rush, cause I don’t have gloves and I kinda need my fingers for work.”

Jack smiled, the biggest one you’d seen, “Well then hand the others over.” With both of your hands in his he pulled you gently to him, lifting your important doctoring tools to his mouth. Warm air blew across them, quickly followed by heat down your arms and into your chest and heart.

This close to him, so bundled up and protected and safe, you let a truth fall out onto the iced pavement.

“I’m scared you’re going to disappear.”

Jack frowned, moving your hands aside so they remained warm pressed against his face, “Why do you say that?”

“Well,” You shuffled nervously under the intensity of his gaze, “I hate to get into it all in the immense privacy offered by this public street.”

He cocked an eyebrow in subtle amusement but didn’t say a word, silently urging you on.

“You have a bit of a record of running hot and cold. And while this is obviously the hottest you’ve ever been, and I really mean that in all senses of the word, well…” You fought for the right words, wanting desperately not to push him away, but wanting to honour the twin desire of respecting your own heart.

Jack nodded slowly, letting the faint grey stubble rasp gently across your hands, “That makes a lot of sense.”

A breath you hadn’t realised you were holding released, the desire to run melted into nothingness, your feet stilled.

“I am sorry for being so…unreadable all this time. It was my own selfish way of keeping myself protected while also getting to have tastes of you,” He offered, eyes a little sad.

You just couldn’t help it, the vulnerability of his gorgeous, perpetually cranky man was going to have you on your knees.

He ploughed on, oblivious to the effect his words were having, “It’s not that the tastes weren’t good or that I didn’t want more…they were too good. Too powerful, too…” He shrugged, “fucking scary.”

Tears were threatening to make a fool of you, so you quickly popped onto your tip toes, lips now seeking the warmth of his own. He relinquished his hold on your hands to slide his fingers to the back of your neck and around your waist, drawing you up and up and up until you thought you would float out into space.

Behind you the door crashed open, spilling dozens of children out into the street, rushing to get to school, their parents furiously clucking and scolding and shooing them along. Caught in the swarm, the pair of you clung to each other, cheeks pressed tightly together to maintain some kind of mutual centre of gravity.

“Ok,” You laughed, “Now I seriously have to get you alone.”

Jack gently extracted himself so he could face you again, his large hands still encasing yours.

“As much as I want that…and believe me—,” His eyes were dark, “I want that—I think we should take this slow.”

You ducked your head, something that felt like embarrassment churning in your gut. You were the one just expressing fear at his intentions, and now you were surprised he didn’t want to take you in the street?

He took your chin gently and lifted your eyes up to meet his. So many times, you had found that gaze across a trauma table, something horrible and twisted stretched out between you, so many times you had found trust and respect and understanding in those eyes. They never failed to steady you, then and now.

“I would like to take you out sometime. Somewhere other than the diner across the street from the train station,” He said, earnestness clear in each word.

You couldn’t help it, you laughed.

“You can call me old fashioned,” He said, smile wide, “I don’t care — I’m old.”

You reached up and took his face in your hands, thumbs smoothing across his skin that had seen and weathered a lot of grief and pain. You were ready to show him some joy.

“I’d love that,” Came your simple reply, “And you might be old, but that means you’re wise. And there’s nothing sexier than a man with wisdom.”

He scoffed, wrestling you playfully down under his arm, lightly pinching your side until you shrieked with laughter and danced away.

“You are trouble.” He called, as you skipped away from him, “Trouble!”

In the end he caught you before you could dash up to the train platform, insisting again that his old-fashioned ways wouldn’t allow him to let you take public transport when he had a perfectly good passenger seat in his truck.

You curled comfortably up in the leather, relishing the seat warmer and Jack’s hand sandwiched between both of yours on your lap. Every now and then, you’d peek over your shoulder just so you could see your backpacks sitting next to each other in the backseat. You felt altogether giddy, and at peace - completely beside yourself with your luck.

“It wasn’t luck,” Jack said, eyes not shifting from the road, his free hand placed with precision at 2 o’clock on the wheel. You had said the words aloud without realising, your heart now altogether open.

“Well it feels like luck.” You replied, gently tracing the lines on the back of Jack’s hand. “Very nice dorsal metacarpel veins by the way.”

He let out a puff of a laugh, then repeated himself, “It wasn’t luck.”

“Then what was it, did I subconsciously bewitch you with the speed of my oxygen concentration calculations?”

“They are very impressive; you are way fucking quicker than I will ever be at them. But no,” He looked over at you, “It’s because you are brave.”

You returned to your tracing, but it was difficult to find the lines with tears in your eyes.

“You never let your mistakes define you, you are brave enough to try again. You choose to keep being happy, you are brave enough to keep fighting. You kept seeing something in me, even when I wasn’t brave enough to let you in.”

“Jesus,” You muttered, “This is why you never talk; you’d have people falling to their knees for you every minute of the day.”

His hand in your lap squeezed, “No, that didn’t just come from nowhere. I’ve been thinking those things for a long, long time.”

“You are worth being brave for,” Your words were quiet, but they felt heavy and steady in the space between you both.

You looked up and realised with a start you had made it to your street, your apartment building just a few feet in front of you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come up? After that speech the least I can do is offer you a tea?”

He reached over and tucked a piece of hair that had escaped from your braid behind your ear, careful not to bump your still healing piercing, “You don’t want me snoring on your couch, which is what I will be doing before the tea cools.”

“No,” You said, returning the favour by tucking a curl behind his ear, “I want you snoring in my bed.”

“God dammit James,” He groaned leaning back into his seat and running his hands over his face, “You are gonna kill me, I swear to God.”

“Don’t sound so—” A yawn overtook your words, “—pleased.”

He gave you a pointed look, “If we’re gonna do this, let’s at least be awake for it.”

You unclipped yourself, leant back into the backseat for your bag (sure to give Jack a full and unobstructed view of your favourite personal asset) and turned to open your door. At the last moment, you twisted back to him, face set.

He raised his eyebrows, a slightly braced smirk sitting on his face.

“If you’re not going to accept a lady’s very polite invitation upstairs then you legally have to do me a favour.”

The eyebrows shot down over a suspecting set of narrowed eyes, “This sounds dangerous.”

“Not at all,” You grinned, “Although…I thought you liked danger.”

“Like I said, you’re gonna kill me.”

“I’ve worked a tough shift Jack. A tough night shift. A girl sometimes needs a little extra something to give her the energy to make it up the front stairs.”

You leaned in with each word, letting your hand trail down his arm from his shoulder until you clasped around his wrist. Mouths inches from each other, you breathed in his anticipation, his hunger.

In one smooth motion you brought his hand to your ass, and closed your lips over his.

Something that tasted awfully like a moan slipped from his tongue to yours, and you relished each little bit of it. His hand squeezed, just a touch, as if unable to help itself. You released him with a pop, schooling your features into an innocent smile, and nudging the door open with your hip.

“I’ll see you at work Dr Abbot.”

A beat. A man restarting his heart, his brain.

“I’ll see you at work Trouble.”

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all for now, thanks for the luv xo

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I cannot imagine being Camila Noceda because so much of her arc starts around her being scared for her child, wanting her to do well and succeed and being afraid she’ll get hurt. And then right under her nose, her daughter has disappeared on some adventure in another world but at least she seems fine, right?

But you still let yourself break and you end up saying things you might regret. And then it’s only when you begin to worry about her that she comes back and she is scarred. She’s hurt. There’s a cut on her eyebrow and you realize it will never heal. It always reminds you of how you weren’t there for her, you couldn’t protect your daughter from those who hurt her, and if you’d been enough for Luz then maybe she wouldn’t have needed to come to the isles to begin with and be injured. You see how she’s begun to loathe and hate herself, because of things and people entirely outside of her control, and you couldn’t have been there to comfort her when she needed it. So now it’s built up for Luz into this horrific trauma that she hasn’t even yet begun to unpack.

Camila is stronger than everyone because if I’d seen my kid come back like that, I’d have broken apart asking what happened, are you okay, etc. But instead she remains strong because she can see that Luz and her kids are scared and they really need an adult who can be strong for them. Camila probably thought about what happened in Yesterday’s Lie afterwards, and come to regret her outburst; She must’ve guessed how it hurt Luz and made her feel terrible and alas she was right! So she vowed not to make that same mistake again and be even stronger next time, and she was!!!

But man that must’ve been so scary and helpless and painful, seeing what happened under your watch. Being unable to provide a fix in getting her back home, so of course Camila goes along to the Demon Realm once she gets that opportunity, because this all started because she wasn’t there for her daughter when she needed her most. Of course she supports her in coming out, as well as in staying in the isles; She won't blame Eda for giving Luz what she wanted and needed, as Eda herself couldn't be a hypocrite by telling Luz to stay with her mom. Camila won’t let Luz face this stuff alone like last time, not when she knows and Luz feels better about trusting her (or had to, anyway) and it’s what saves Luz!!! Because when Luz relapses after failing against Kikimora, it’s Camila who’s there to pick her back up and tell her everything she needs, which leads to Luz’s palisman String Bean finally emerging!!!

But then Luz dies and just. That scar must’ve reminded Camila that she wasn’t there to protect her daughter from anyone that might hurt her. And despite helping a little against Kikimora, it still happened again. Permanently. Man I wish Camila had a “GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BITCH” moment to get back at Belos for all she did her to child. But Camila had to keep going because after Yesterday’s Lie, she knew she still had other kids to look after. She was strong for Vee during Yesterday’s Lie, only to let herself drop right afterwards in front of Luz. But not again. No time for self pity, you just have to move on after a death and keep living, just as you did with Manny. And in the end, Luz IS all right, and she’s better than she’s ever been and there’s some huge relief.

Just augh Camila Noceda. Luz went on an isekai adventure, but maybe so did her mother? And I don’t mean with the Boiling Isles, I mean with the U.S. Camila might have been an immigrant, and not just the child/descendant of one. And even if she wasn’t, she still moved to Gravesfield. So in general so much of her life has been about going to another world and trying to survive and feel comfortable in it. As it was for Luz, too; But they survived along the way and found what fellow “weirdoes” they could, with Camila meeting Manny, who could’ve also related to her as a fellow Dominican American. And now she’s found others who can relate to Camila in other ways, as Manny also related to her as a huge nerd.

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Queen Bee’s Hive

Chapter 8- Reliving the Moment

A/N: a certain moot from a certain blog found me because my dumbass keeps forgetting I have more than one blog 😭 anyways, hope you enjoy 😼

Oh yeah like trigger warning with gore of a wrist injury and whatnot-

Violence was all Jason ever knew. From the moment his drugged up of a mother abandoned him, to the time he was raised out of the Lazarus pit. Anger was all Jason ever felt, from when he had to survive on his own, to when he wanted to make Bruce pay for keeping Joker alive.

Those weren’t good combinations, his anger and violent tendencies caused him the most shame and regrets, especially towards his family. He tried to be better for them, for himself, and for the citizens in order to have the feeling of safety again.

Yet despite it all, despite trying for redemption and growth, one person fully slipped through his fingers, one who he never apologized to, one who even with his previous promises, he couldn’t seem to ever treat them the way he used to all those years ago.

You were a balance between the good and the bad of his past. He held the moments of playing with you dearly to him, he saw just how much you needed him when Bruce and Dick never bothered to see you. Yet after his death… he couldn’t bare to look at you.

You were a reminder of how hard he pushed himself to be Robin, how much he still craved for Bruce’s love even if he hated him, you were just a memory from the past he hated, yet couldn’t let go.

He cringes now whenever he reminded himself how he punched you, threatened you when he came back, how years after he mocked you. He wishes he could take it all back, to erase the scared look when he attacked you, the way your eyes welled up with tears when he harshly teased you for being a baby.

It was never your fault but his own.

“Any updates?” The static voice of Dick from the comms interrupted his self pitying, causing Jason to narrow his eyes and gripping the rooftop railing he leaned against with Cass.

“If there was, I would’ve told you,” He snapped back into the comms before wincing when Cass looked up at him with worry. He hated those looks, “I’m sorry… I’m just not in the mood for your stupid comments,” He sighed before hearing Dick’s usual reassurances before closing out of the comms.

Patrolling as Red Hood and Orphan for the past few days were getting to him, even though he wanted to go alone to brood, Cass knew better than to leave him with his emotions.

“Talk…” She mumbled out, slowly resting her hand on Jason’s bicep. He still held his eyes closed, but soon took a deep breath while staring down at the city, eyes moving to acknowledge specific things.

“Things have done to shit lately, a-and it feels like I’m not in control anymore…” He confessed, lifting his mask up over his mouth to rub it, pacing around while Cass watched with sympathy in her eyes. No one else was taking it harder than Jason and Bruce.

“That Hansen kid, the one where his parents reported him missing for four days and I still haven’t found him. I just- UGH!!” He grabbed a pipe connected to an air conditioner and threw it buildings over, placing his hands behind his head in frustration.

“I can’t focus! I don’t know if it’s guilt, but I hate it! (Name) dying, kids and adults alike are going missing! Barbara can’t open their stupid phone!” Jason ranted, pacing around like a caged animal while Cass watched with a frown and saddened eyes.

“And the worst part is that… that monster that killed them is still out there! Probably rotting away or killing other people! How many missing reports have been filed for the past week?!” Jason felt completely helpless, not knowing if his little crook friends he helped try to find a new path were dead from the same beast that killed you.

Cass didn’t say anything but slowly made her way towards him, standing beside him before slowly wrapping her arms around Jason’s waist, resting her head against him.

“I miss them too…” She didn’t need to see his face under the mask. She was trained to understand the tiniest detail of the human, and she can sense when Jason felt utterly tired and felt like crying.

“Dick says we get back,” Cass finally said after the beeping from their comms indicated that Dick was gathering the rest of the Robins. She turned and walked away a little to confirm the signal, not noticing Jason not moving.

When she didn’t even any sort of acknowledgment from him, Cass looked up to peer over at Jason. He was in a mid crouch position, but he was frozen in place. Her eyes instantly captured the way his own eyes swirled with two emotions.

He was scared.

“That thing…” He uttered out, the shine of orange and pink reflected from his mask, eyes staring down at a faint glow he will never forget.

He was furious.

“That fucking thing that killed them…” His fists clenched, breathing ragged

“No!!” Cass managed to say before seeing him take off into the night. She tried to follow, but he jumped down and disappeared. Cass cursed to herself before tracking her location to Dick and attempted to follow Jason’s trail.

Jason kept on running, gliding onto the ground and hopping up the buildings, like a savage animal looking for the one who took away his family. Jumping off a roof, he landed firmly onto the ground, where that… thing turned to face him, tilting its head.

“You get to live… when the corpse you have eaten was found by their family to suffer…” His breathing was unsteady, guilt and rage mixing together to have him take steps forward.

The beast didn’t react, simply staring him down as if he wasn’t important. Did that thing believe you weren’t important? Was that why it killed you? It made him even more furious.

“They wouldn’t have wanted you to live, I’m going to do what Batman couldn’t all those years ago for me,” His hand reached for his gun in his belt, clocking it before aiming it towards the monster’s head.

BANG

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

Someone was here.

Your drones were your eyes in the city, scanning around like normal civilians to keep an eye out on misuse of your honey, or harassment of your worker bees. You deal with them before it’s been dealt with by the Bats.

You couldn’t afford to have Batman or the Robins to run amok in messing up your operations. You spent all this time ever since you turned that old warehouse to test out your abilities, figure out what made you a bee and what made you more special.

What you could figure out before testing, was that you can fly, but only in dire situations. You can crawl on walls and make your honey from your mouth. You can also listen to your hive, hear out what your little queen bee desires and protect them.

What you found out later after testing your body, was that whoever tastes the honey you make, you can sense them, feel their emotions and see through their eyes. Whoever tastes enough of your honey, you can control them, have them make their own honey that you can sell and distribute.

That was the honey you can use to help the world. Plants, animals, humans, you can help them all for the greater good. Your honey can change the world if they all just get a little taste to have you protect them, to rebuild what the earth has lost.

The only effects you ignored was the antennas that sprouted from your drones and workers’ heads.

It didn’t bring them any pain, no screams no discomfort when they first appeared on their heads. In fact, when you awoke that day it was when you figured out you could sense them all. You witness how they even got excited with their new attained antennas, tugging at them and watching them twitch.

Last but not least, your stinger. Your abdomen downward your back always swirled and glowed, yet you never figured out if it was the venom that you could shoot out from your little stinger. You never had the chance to use your stinger, so you concluded it to be a mystery for now.

Speaking of which, it brings us to now. You watched the sunset slowly going down, another day of building your hive. Lately, you’ve been having some strange… hallucinations. From the corners of your eye you could’ve sworn that there were people not part of your hive watching you, yet none of your drones or workers sensed them.

Your antennas vibrated, causing you to stop mid action from handing a drone a crate full of honey jars. The poor teen drone looked confused before sensing the signal too, hurriedly hiding behind you.

Your patrolling drone, she spotted figures on the roof, and you sensed her warnings soon after. Question is- which ones were they?

“Keep o-on with our route… I’ll handle them,” Your antennas twitched against his, and your worker nodded, pushing the crates of honey jars into the truck and shutting the doors. The truck slowly rolled out of the alleyway and you stood alone.

You waited, your glow now dim to lessen your obvious presence. Your head snapped up when you heard a shout from the roof, and you got into a defensive stance when a shadowy figure landed right in front of you.

“You get to live… when the corpse you have eaten was found by their family to suffer…” The raspy voice from the figure made your little hairs stand on end. You watched as the moonlight illuminated the figure to be Red Hood, hunched slightly as he walked closer.

‘The hell is this guy on?’ You wondered to yourself, your legs moving back ever so slightly. You never fought before, and the last time you even had a glimpse of these heroes they tried to kill you.

“They wouldn’t have wanted you to live, I’m going to do what Batman couldn’t all those years ago for me,” He croaked out, voice shaking while he lifted a shiny object in his hands.

Your eyes dilated, chattering on your thorax feeling your sense go off the rails. He had a gun, and he pulled the trigger.

BANG

Your body moved before your brain did, and one moment you were in a stance, the next you were sticking to the wall digging your claws into the bricks. You watched there a bullet hole was smoking out of the ground, right where you originally were if it hadn’t been your instincts.

‘He really shot me!!’ Your mind was racing, panicking was an understatement. You never got too close to the Batman or the Robins, knowing that they could easily break a few bones yet never kill. Red Hood was different, pull the trigger with no mercy.

But this wasn’t him from what you heard from stories… his body was rigid and erratic. He was filled with rage and is taking it out on you, yet you didn’t know why.

You needed to lead him away from your hive. You let out a guttural shriek before bending your legs to lunge yourself onto the side of a building, skittering up to the roof and waited. It only took a minute until Red Hood jumped onto the same rooftop,

You had to keep dodging. You never got into fights before as far as you could remember, you couldn’t risk causing damage to a body you don’t even know the strengths and weaknesses yet.

All you could do is try to run away from the direction of your hive, so that your drones and workers would be safe. Eyes flicking up to the buildings around you, you dodged another bullet shot at you just as you grabbed the lid of a trash can and hurling it at Red Hood.

He easily avoided the lid with another shot from his gun, looking to as you scattered up the brick wall, breathing uneven when you tried to open your wings to fly over the city.

You didn’t get far.

Feeling a sudden burning jolt of hot electricity throughout your body, you let out a scream of pain when Red Hood shot a taser at you, seizing any escape as you fell into the ground below.

“H…H-Hu…” You whimpered in pain, hunched over while small sparks of electricity formed around you as he stalked closer to you.

“This is for (Name),” Red Hood muttered with hate under his breath, fists clenching so hard veins bulged along his bicep. With a push from his boots, he lunged forward, arm raised with the intention to strike a hidden knife he had in his glove to go through your eye.

The knife didn’t go through.

You twisted your body so your other pair of hands flew out and grabbed his wrist, flicking it upward so that the knife would clatter onto the concrete. Red Hood instinctively used his other first to strike you, but you expected as much, using your other hand to grab his. Slowly, you stood back up, eyes staring him down with your glow become brighter from what looked like to be anger.

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Red Hood let out an ear piercing shout of agony, watching his wrist bend in an unnatural direction, spurts of fat spilled out of the openings with blood shooting out. Your little eyes flickered to the injury, before snapping your attention back to Red Hood’s mask.

One swift move you swung him and thrown his body off the roof, making him groan just as you jumped off the roof too, the ground shaking as you landed. He didn’t react fast enough before you latched onto his jacket again. Lifting his body into the air, you used your scary strength to slam him into the ground, causing a crater form around Red Hood.

“Fuck!!” He hissed. He always got up after being pushed around like this, but you weren’t letting him catch his breath. You got tired of this wannabe of a mercenary trying to catch your drones, Batman tracking your hive down, the Robins attempting to kill what you grown.

With a hateful chatter, you reeled your arm back before landing a sick leaning punch into Red Hood’s stomach, sending him flying back and slamming into another wall. Hunched over, Red Hood felt like vomiting as you lunged again with quick speed, you crawled over him.

Grabbing his mask, you lower jaw unlatched from your upper bone, slowly stretching out while your thorax wildly swiped at Red Hood’s mask. His eyes watched through his broken lenses, eyes glowing Lazarus green as he struggled frantically, kicking his legs around to try and get you off of him when-

“I̍̅̀̎̊’l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ b̶̡͙̖̹̻̙̠̯͓͐͘è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜ b̶̡͙̖̹̻̙̠̯͓͐͘ā̤̓̍͘c͕͗ͤ̕̕ḳ̯͍̑ͦ b̶̡͙̖̹̻̙̠̯͓͐͘è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜f̵͖̜̉ͅo̯̱̊͊͢r̴̨̦͕̝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ḳ̯͍̑ͦṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢w̦̺̐̐͟ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑, b̬͖̏́͢ư̡͕̭̇ḿ̬̏ͤͅb̬͖̏́͢l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕,”

Red Hood felt your steel like grip disappear from his helmet, causing him to drop onto the floor. His lended were cracked, so he saw fractured parts of you slowly backing away from him, shaking.

Your hands shook violently, your eyes going blurry and scattered. Your head began to hurt badly, as if what you were seeing was actually too painful to remember. You let out a wretched screech, a mixture of a human scream and an insect hiss before aggressively slamming your clawed fist into the side of a dumpster can, glowing eyes glaring at him.

“Next time will be your head, j̸͈̆͌̂̋̑́͂͜͠â̸̠̋y҉̃̀̋̑b̬͖̏́͢ỉ͔͖̜͌r̴̨̦͕̝ḑ̴̞͛̒,” You dripped out with a feral hiss, before using the giant dumpster can to throw it at Red Hood to block his vision when you finally managed to use your wings and escape.

Your glow dimmed out completely to avoid detection, getting on all fours to crawl through the shadows, sensing that you were being followed, but just for a moment as you saw another figure jump in front of Red Hood.

That you didn’t bother to deal with, you felt like something was about to explode in your stomach. Your wings eventually crash landed you into another alleyway, where the deserted buildings of Gotham stood.

“Queen Bee, all jars safely ported to Penguin,” A signal through your antennas vibrated through your body, making you chatter ever so slightly in acknowledgment. You crawled your way through the open window of an abandoned apartment room, trying to stop your shaking.

You then heard a buzz, causing you to look up and focus your vision to comprehend that there was one of your little bees perching on the windowsill.

“All r…report back to t-the Hive, we lay… low for now,” You panted, causing the bee to wipe its limbs together and flying out of the window. You felt the shaking going away, leaving you to breathe properly, your glow back.

You took the underground sewers to avoid detection, with the providing of Killer Croc guiding you. Yet while you returned home… your brain was still messing with you. What were those words… who told you them… who was Jaybird…?

“The hell… is going on with me?”

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

Jason laid in the alleyway just as Cass found him. She panicked seeing his wrist twisted in a sickening way, yet what made her feel dread was his eyes. Eyes filled with fear… Jason Todd felt fear.

“Breathe…” She said while applying a spray to his wound to avoid anymore pain. He swallowed harshly, feeling his mask being taken off, where he finally was able to fully see Cass with her mask off too, and Dick who had a look of concern.

“Red Hood!! The hell were you doing?!” Dick scolded after figuring he was okay other than his wrist. Jason didn’t respond,

“T-That… that thing was here… I-I thought could avenge… (Name)…” Was all he could say. His anger and rage faded, now filled with confusion and disorientation. His mind was foggy, finally realizing how stupid he was to just run and attack that monster.

“We all do, but we have no idea what that thing is capable of,” Dick gritted, before taking a deep breath and hugging Jason. “We’ll avenge them, I promise. Barbara is making progress in getting through their phone,” Dick whispered before nodding to Cass.

They waited for the Batmobile to arrive so they could transport Jason without any further injuries. That gave him to think, to finally think about you. Your death… it didn’t make sense how your body was hollow, how that beast held you when they crash into the warehouse.

When that thing didn’t even say his name… but what you used to call him before it all…

Buzzzzz

“Bumble…?”

A/N: Ohhhh shit!! We got Jason connecting a few dots! Not really, but certain things never add up. Guess he’s finally paying attention to you in the wrong way.

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[peanutheaddd]

NEW PEANOR AU YYYYAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dm DIVINE LIBERATION AU!!!!!!!!! deets below cut as always

im gonna preface by saying idk anything about the christianity lore and im not all too interested in learning it either. i was a christian for much of the early years of my life and i dont care much to go back to that era LMFAO most of this au is js using christian imagery bc the christians lwk ate so hard w their religious imagery . neon genesis evangelion type beat . anwyays moving on.

a bit obvious but i gotta start my lore dump somewhere. dm is a priest in this au and petey is a demon

petey is a fallen angel . as in he was born an angel but he was expelled from heaven

in this au there is corruption in the heaven and hell system . god is dead type beat. but not rlly . maybe dormant? maybe god has lost faith in humankind and has gone into hibernation? god cannot exist without faith smth smth Aaanyways.

that being said petey only got expelled from heaven for reasons almost entirely out of his control. he is still graces son and im thinking grace got involved in some anti heaven stuff bc yk heavens system was becoming more and more fucked up . so i reckon when they found out they executed her and as they were in the process of executing her petey tried to protect her but obvs he couldnt be he was a kid. so they executed her and expelled petey for being a traitor . this all happens when peteys like the human equivalent of 12-14 years old maturity wise

anwyays that being said lil petey is an angel. considering when petey was his age he was still an angel . i will go more into lp later

petey is sorta in denial about falling at first bc hes scared but eventually he just leans into the demon thing bc he feels helpless (parallel to canon petey) and just causes a shit ton of trouble. his causing trouble is a way of protecting himself Essentially

eventually he causes a little Too much trouble and he gets turned into a powerless imp by the higher up demons . hes doomed to stay in that form unless hes able to corrupt a priest whos been causing a lot of trouble for the demons . Guess who this priest is.

dms accident with knight still happened (probs happened as a result of one of peteys Funny Doings but not as a direct result.) and dm copes with it by seeing it as a holy act of salvation or wahtnot. like he was saved by gods blessing and by knights sacrifice. half of this is bullshit since as i said god is in a hibernation state. so it was really just All knight. but anyways

knight was a priest before this and its the only life that dms ever known so he kinda just continues with it . he is lwk a better priest than knight was (he got a lot of secondhand religious education just from being around knight so much and hes smarter than knight) so the church just lets him take knights place essentially.

dm is just more calm and collected in this au as well . he found out pretty early on that him being too energetic got knight into trouble which made him sad so he learned to control himself a bit . there was also the threat of him being taken away from knight if he acted out too much which was the worst case scenario for him so , yeah another incentive to behave himself .

anwysays a lot of petey and dms interactions initially are pretty lighthearted . book1 and 2 core. its js petey annoying the hell out of him and dm trying to ignore him LMFAOOOOO this is how petey gets the genius idea to try and summon a clone so he can be more effective in bothering dm . this is how lil petey is created LMFAAOAOOOOO

for this au peteys denial about being related to lp in any way shape or form is waaaayyy worse bc he still has a Lot of trauma from when he was in his angelic state . and he doesnt wanna associate with angels or heaven in any capacity . so even looking at lp is hard for him.

peteys still able to go into his full demon state, but only for brief periods of time . its also super physically taxing so he has to be really careful about it or else he could abruptly change back into his imp form when hes in the middle of danger

eventually petey "corrupts" dm as in dm just acts like a Human (this is also a criticism on the inhumane standards placed on people and how oftentimes humans are shamed for acting like Humans because theyre being held to some holy standard for the promise of a perfect afterlife . using christianity as a proxy for this since christianity is the shining example of doing this a lot) . im thinking its him going against an angel or holy figure to protect petey and/or lil petey

im thinking the overarching plot of this story is intimately tied to lil petey. the plot starts off with petey trying to corrupt lil petey and turn him into a demon so that he can have a little minion .

this attempt to corrupt lp continues even after petey starts to see him more as his son because then hes like well if im a demon then my son should also be a demon . hes also starting to get scsred of what heaven might do if they find out about him . bc as far as peteys aware once heaven gets wind of lil peteys existence theyd either execute him for being an anomoly or just take him away to raise him in heaven since hes an angel. both scenarios are likely (knowing heaven) and its also literlaly the worst thing that could possibly happen. so he slike okay if i just turn lp into a demon then theres no reason for heaven to take him away .

((semi unrelated but this is a parallel to canon to me. this is js my personal headcanon but i think peteys so obsessed eith having lil petey turn out evil in the earlier parts of the series because for him acting evil was a self defense tactic. its a way to protect himself. so by having lil petey act evil hes essentially teaching him how to protect himself in the only way he knows how . when he was rejected by the world and left all alone he was able to stay alive by being a criminal. and past the nonchalant "u have to be evil just because" facade i truly do think it was . again petey subconsciously teaching lp to protect himself in the way that protected HIM from the world. so yeah ))

i think petey probs doesnt tell dm about any of this because dm is a priest . petey fully believes that if dm finds out about lil petey being his son and thus being technically disconnected from the heaven system he would try to alert heaven about it through some mortal means . so for a lot of the earlier parts of the plot dm thinks that lp is a little angel who just kinda comes down to earth from time to time . hes totally unaware that he and petey are related . yes they look almost the same but an angel and a demon being related is totally unprecedented . so he doesnt even consider it

petey also makes sure that lil petey keeps his mouth shut about them being related by telling him that if dm ever finds out that hes his dad then he might never see him again .

but what petey fails to realize is that dms loyalty doesnt lie with the church . it lies with knight . his loyalty is far removed from any kind of institution . so when he evtnually does find out (i reckon through some way out of peteys control) and petey basicaly begs him not to tell heaven because of systematic issues and the possibility of lp getting executed dm immediately agrees. at this point hes close enough to lp and petey by extension that hes willing to forgo his loyalty to the church which only really existed because of knight in the first place . everything he had done religion wise up until this point was bc of knight . so if hes asked to choose between what knight might have wanted vs the real tangible being that is begging him not to tell heaven then he is going to choose the real tangible being . thats his family dawg.

essentially for dm the real living thing happenign in his world is infinitely more important than the moral system that hes been taught .

plot basically then goes to heaven finding out and sending angels to try and find lp as petey and dm get up to shenanigans to hide him . i reckon hell also gets involved in it . heaven and hell are "opposites" but theyre hand in hand when it comes to their shit polarized system . and lil petey as an angel being petey the demons son goes against this system and undermines their power . so both heaven and hell arent all too happy about it .

the climax is the event where dm is "corrupted" like i mentioned above . i reckon this is the event that brings god out of hibernation . smth smth free will smth smth complete and total rejection of heaven by one of its servants for a holy purpose smth smth . you feel me ? and i reckon the angels are abt to finish them off or smth and god is like HEY. STOP THAT. 👎👎👎👎

petey does not become an angel again at the end of the plot. dm does not become an angel or a demon or anything like that . he just stays a mortal being. and he still stays loyal to religion in knights memory despite being friendly with a demon, despite defying the church for said demon. the whole point is that this polarization of identity bullshit is stupid when humanity is so diverse . theres nuance snd complexity and its literlaly impossible to categorize people into discrete identities. thats not how it works

i reckon dm doesnt stay a priest just because that would require adhering to their standards which dm does not fuck with . so he probs just goes and finds some other job while staying religious. smth smth religion is not inherently evil its only the way that its used by hateful people

holy fuck this might be one of the longest lore dumps ive ever done about an au. god bles. LMFAOOOOOOOOO

[milkamel]

Ahem. Hi.

I know I've drawn a lot of shadowvanilla stuff recently and yapped about how much I love it when actually… I was lying.

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I HATE IT WITH BURNING PASSION!!!!!!!!!!!! I only drew it cause it was.......... ugh, popular 🙄🙄

You people love abusive ships huh what's wrong with you like actually how can you ship something that has such a big power imbalance?? Are TOXIC relationships a joke to you?

Thinking that I'm being stupid and that this ship isn't an abuser x victim?? Well, let me show you proof.

(ALSO PLEASE REBLOG TO SPREAD THE AWARENESS!!!!)

Look at Truthless Recluse here, he's clearly distressed and angry. Not like how Pure Vanilla would act, as he's nice and sweet with everyone. BUT NOT WITH SHADOW MILK...........

You know what they say.............… abusers only show their true selves with people they abuse and here he is screaming at the poor Smilky Twinky like an angry feral animal!! As you can see 'Pure' Vanilla isn't actually THAT pure…. he's a heartless monster who torments the poor little guy...................... (I bet he throws beer bottles at Shamil too)

Next point!

A lot of people lately have been spreading an absolutely inaccurate headcanon that Pure Vanilla is 'minor coded' which is a blatant LIE.............. It has been proven that Shadow Milk is the one who's minor coded and has been unfairly attacked.

Here we see him turn into a kid specifically when PV is around. You know why? Correct, he's scared of Pure Vanilla. He feels small around him, helpless, like a child so he literally becomes one. Not so funny now, shadowvanilla shippers? (also the fact that he's a jester!! kids like toys and flashy stuff!! minor coded behavior!!)

Now the manipulation.

The whole 8th episode has been nothing but a cruel masterplan created by Truthless Recluse designed to break Shadow Milk's heart..... How cruel must you be to lie to someone who's just lonely and wants a friend? Just peak psychopathic behavior on PV's part. (He even says that he did that to make Shamil to lower his guard!! He doesn't even hide that and admits his crimes!!)

Just look how sad and desperate he's here… no one deserve this…....

And after that betrayal, stab in the back, Pure Vanilla attempted to BEFRIEND him? This is manipulation too. He tries to act like he isn't the bad guy, as if he didn't just break Shadow Milk beyond repair. But how can you befriend someone who deceived you? I don't blame Smilk for refusing this offer run my boy, don't let him trick you!!

(look at how heartbroken and hurt he is after P**e V*****a beat him up,, talk about 'friendship'...........)

So as you can see this ship SHOULDN'T BE SHIPPED at any point. Pure Vanilla is the abuser, manipulator, gaslighter and a lot more. While Shadow Milk was his poor puppet he played with him for his own amusement. This ship is the worst thing I had yet witnessed in this life and if you ship it uhhhhhh- I hope both sides of your pillow are hot.............................gross..... be better.

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but ngl I think them kissing isn't that bad yk a little bit toxicity in the ship doesn't hurt anyone!!!

Happy April Fools btw <3 (expect more shadowvanilla art in the future I need them to make out <3)

[revelboo]

I hate to be that one person, but I just had to experience something really horrible between my dad and my dog. He manhandled my dog, who is elderly, out of frustration from work and I need comfort and something to help ground me back down… Can I ask for that comfort from Kup? Or Blurr?

Sure and I’m sorry that happened to you.

How about both of them?

Kup

• “You did good, kid,” he growls, servos faintly trembling as his grip tightens on his weapon. Can feel you wedged against the mesh of his neck, trembling uncontrollably. Terrified and his optics scan the tree line. Looking for more of those toothy things that had swarmed him, trying to climb his frame to get to you. Reaching up a hand, he cups it against you, pressing his servos against you and feeling your rapid heartbeat, your ragged breathing. “Talk to me.” Needs to know you’re okay, that none of them touched you.

• Can’t. Can’t even seem to get enough air. Those things had come out of nowhere and hadn’t been scared of Kup at all. They’d been focused on getting at you and he’d driven them back. Protected you. Trembling, you press your face against his neck. “I’m okay,” you manage, hating that you’re about to break down. That he has to spend all his time babysitting you because you’re helpless. And he’s reaching up, coaxing you into his hands.

• Had wanted to teach you survival skills, but hadn’t imagined anything like that. He’s run into those things before and they never bothered him or any of the other bots. Had outright ignored them. Knows he’s not equipped for this, never was great at comforting others. Too gruff, too serious. But he lifts you and cups you against his face, lips brushing your shoulder and neck. You’d scared him and so little does at his age. But he’d been terrified one of those things would seize you and dart off into the woods before he could reach you. That you’d just be gone and it’d be his fault for bringing you out here when you’d trusted him to keep you safe. “I’ve got you, kid,” he growls, voice trembling as he noses against you, grounding himself with the scent and feel of you, venting deeply against you. Spark aching when you brush your mouth against the corner of his, like you don’t blame him even though he blames himself enough for both of you.

TFA Blurr

• Frustratedly gesturing as he paces laying out his latest surveillance run, it takes him a klik to register your silence. That you’re not teasing him or calling him Zippy and his servos flex as he glances at you. And you’re not even looking at him, eyes focused on the far wall. Not even listening to him, either, apparently. “I’m sorry. Am I boring you again?”

• Blinking, you force a weak smile. “Sorry. What?” And the speedy bot stiffens. Offended again. “Don’t be that way, I’ve got a lot going on.” Not that he’d know, so caught up in his spy games, you feel like an afterthought a lot of the time. After the day you had? You need to be seen, especially by him. And he’s too wound up, unable to slow down and just talk to you.

• Still not teasing or mocking him. You’re serious. Not really used to you serious and you’re not smiling either. You’re always smiling. Servos nervously tapping against his thigh as you force a smile and it’s all wrong. Going completely still as that smile becomes strained, expression wavering and you’re turning away, reaching up to scrub at your eyes. “Wait,” he says, following as you stride away, mass shifting and reaching to catch you by the arm. “Wait.” And you’re leaking, tears streaming down your face when he makes you look at him. Had you been trying to tell him something and he’d talked right over you, caught up in his own worries? Your face crumples and he pulls you into his frame, not really sure how to make this better. “I don’t listen very well sometimes,” he manages, cradling the back of your head as you press your face against his neck. “I have trouble focusing and I get distracted. But you do matter to me.” More than his own mission and he’s not sure when that happened. When you became the most important thing in his life.

[ashwhowrites]

HII, LOVE YOUR WORK. Can you do Eddie Munson x popular reader that he has hopelessly in love with. One day, the reader is trying to avoid this guy who’s been asking her out so she kisses Eddie but from then Eddie thinks they are dating. Not knowing how to tell him to not hurt his feelings but he finds out and feels stupid. WITH HAPPY ENDING!!!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Jumping ahead

Eddie had been in love with Y/N ever since high school. He always thought she was cute but she entered high school as a woman, and boy she was a woman.

He felt his mouth go dry whenever she was near him. He barely kept his eyes to himself, finding her anywhere he could. His ears were always perked up to hear her voice and laugh. He worshipped the ground she walked on; she had no idea he existed.

Well, that was until Friday night. Eddie never went to parties but he heard some kids wanted weed. So he went to make fast money. He ignored everyone, letting people come to him.

He heard loud voices come out of the house, and the argument quickly grabbed his attention. He turned to the noise, standing up once he saw Y/N marching outside with a pissed-off look.

Even pissed off she looked beautiful. He watched in case he needed to step in, disliking the way the boy followed her and gripped her arm.

She tried to shove him off but he wouldn't let go. Eddie packed up his stuff and put it underneath the table. Then puffed out his chest and made his way over.

"Let her go," he growled, he was very intimated by the tall and muscular jock but he'd do anything for the girl in front of him.

She looked at him with soft eyes, pleading for help. He gave her a quick glance and glared at the boy.

"This doesn't concern you," the boy argued, his grip still on Y/N.

"It does," Eddie replied, his voice deep as he stepped forward. Eddie wasn't muscular by any means, and he knew he'd definitely get his ass kicked. But the way Y/N was looking at him, so scared and helpless, the bruises would be worth it.

"How so?" The boy asked, letting go of Y/N as he shoved Eddie hard. Eddie stumbled back, almost losing his balance. But he grounded himself to the floor, his hand clenched in a fist as he prepared to throw the first hit.

"Because of this," Y/N said

Within seconds Eddie felt sticky glossy lips pressed against his. His eyes were wide as he looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her hands were in his hair and her tongue slipped in his mouth.

Eddie unclenched his fist and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her body. He shoved her against him, shivering at the way she moaned against his tongue.

Was he dreaming? He feared he'd wake up in his bedroom with wet boxers. It felt like they were the only two in the world. He imagined fireworks shooting in the sky.

Y/N was shocked by how much she was enjoying the kiss. His lips and control were so firm, locking her in place. And she liked the way his arms were around her, refusing to let her body move away.

She pulled away, desperate for air. Her eyes locked on Eddie as she felt the afterwaves of the kiss. She never knew much about Eddie, just his name and face. And well now how he tastes.

Y/N turned around to see the boy gone, a relieved smile on her face as she turned to Eddie.

"See you Monday," she said with a flirty smile. She walked away and gave him a wave, a flirty one as her fingers wiggled.

Eddie smiled at the ground, he shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to make his jeans comfortable again.

~~~

Monday rolled around and Eddie had never been so excited to go to school in his life. He walked on cloud nine, a swag in his step as he felt confidence oozing off of him.

Y/N kissed him. She picked him and she made out with him. Then made it clear they were going to see each other again. She never paid attention to him in school, but now she would.

Y/N was putting her lunch in her locker when Eddie appeared next to her. She gave him a polite smile.

"Hey, Y/N," he said with a bright smile. She couldn't help but smile brighter herself as she looked at him.

"Hi, Eddie," she closed her locker and turned her body to face him.

She was stunned when he leaned in and pressed another breath-taking kiss on her lips. She melted and kissed him back, her arms lopping around his neck.

He pulled away, a shy smile on his face. She blinked a thousand times as he simply walked away.

~

Eddie already raced to tell all his friends about the kiss with Y/N. And how they were definitely seeing each other. She kissed him twice, she had to be interested. And boy was he interested in her.

Y/N felt bad for overhearing Eddie's conversation with his friends, but she felt even worse that he believed they were dating after their kiss.

She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but how the hell was she supposed to clear the air?

He was very cute, and he knew how to kiss. She was very interested in getting to know him and open to letting that lead them to dating. But she didn't know anything about him and now he's telling people he's her boyfriend.

She walked away fast, trying to think of how to bring this up to him.

~~

Two weeks passed and she never quite figured out how to say it. He talked to her all the time, held her hand in the halls, and was never shy to place his lips on hers. She really liked all of it.

They did go out on some dates, and she enjoyed his company. Over the two weeks, she had a fat crush on him and wanted to be his girlfriend. So, she figured what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She'll gladly be his girlfriend.

But she was so lost in her little relationship that she forgot her friends were snakes. They were quick to gossip and that boy who never gave up on her was making his way back in.

~

"Yo, Eddie. I heard you and Y/N are actually together. Is that true?" Luke asked the name Eddie finally figured out after that party.

"Yes," Eddie said, quick to walk past him but Luke grabbed his arm.

"Now hold on, Munson. Because I heard after she kissed you, you thought you guys were together and she didn't know how to tell you that it was just a kiss."

Eddie felt the color draining from his face. He shook Luke off his arm and made an escape. He racked his brain and felt embarrassment rushing through his body. He was an idiot. He moved way too fast and didn't check to see where she was with all of it.

He also felt terrified. What if she didn't even like him? Just didn't know how to say no so she only went along with it.

He sat in his van, patiently waiting for her to jump in. He heard the door open and she slid in, planting her lips on his cheek and then closing the door.

"Ready?" She asked, he nodded and started the van. She seemed excited and happy to see him, but was all of that an act?

He waited until they sat down at the small restaurant before he questioned her.

"Luke told me something today and I want you to tell me the truth," Eddie said, swallowing nervously.

Y/N sat up straighter, a twist in her stomach. "Of course," she replied with a small hopeful smile.

"Did you mean anything from that kiss? Or was it just a kiss and I got way too ahead of myself?" He asked, she frowned at his sad eyes. She took a deep breath before she spoke.

"You want the truth so I'll give you that. It was supposed to be just a kiss. Something to throw Luke off of me. I'm sorry for using you like that. It was wrong and very wrong to not consider your feelings." She watched as Eddie's shoulders fell. "But" he perked up slightly, looking at her through his lashes with his head down. "I've loved every second we've spent together."

She reached over to softly hold his hand. "I really like you and I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I understand if this changes things, but I'm being honest that I want this with you, for real."

Eddie felt himself smiling at her words before he understood what she said. His stomach fluttered with her hand in his.

"I'm sorry for jumping far ahead without even communicating. I think I got so excited that I didn't even think." Eddie laughed, she giggled with him and rubbed her thumb against the top of his soft skin. "I want this too."

"Really?" She asked, a huge smile broke across her face, and felt excitement in her stomach.

"Have you seen you? Never letting you go." Eddie joked but yet meant every word.

"Can you ask me officially?" She raised her eyebrow with a small smirk on her face.

"Y/N, will you be my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend?" Eddie asked, he already knew the answer but still felt himself getting nervous.

"Absolutely," she said, leaning over the table as she placed a soft and gentle kiss against his lips.

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