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justmeinadaze · 11 months ago

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Little Girl Gone Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I tried to grab all the tags! If I missed any let me know :)

Warnings: Gangster Eddie/Officer Steve & Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, slight degrading, spanking, slapping, handcuffs, etc. FLUFF, more details about the guys relationship,

ANGST, Per the previous chapters cliffhanger we get to meet Jason Carver and he causes problems triggering Eddie to react impulsively. Steve and Y/N spend the bulk of the chapter trying to talk him out of it. Steve and Y/N talk about past relationships, The boys fight but its an understanding between them (you'll see what I mean), technically not a cliffhanger ending this time!

Word Count: 6883

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Clearing your throat, you regained your composure as you feigned a smile and extended your palm out to shake his.

“Hello there Mr. Carver. How can I help you today?”

“Well, like I told the young lady out there, I’m just here for a checkup. I’m embarrassed to say I wasn’t even aware this little office was here and so close to my house!”, he chuckled as he leaned against the counter.

Your head slightly ticked to the side at his statement as you pretended to read his chart. Carver’s side of Hawkins was nowhere near your clinic with you actually being a lot closer to Eddie’s building then any of Jason’s.

“Is that right?”

As the gangster nods, he turns his back to you for a moment to check his phone allowing you to sneak towards your sink and turn on the water as you pretended to wash your hands, utilizing your own device as you call Eddie’s phone.

“If anything happens, you see something or feel unsafe just call my cell. I’m more likely to answer than Steve who’s always on the move.”

Casually fumbling with your hair, you slide the wireless earbud into your ear and slide your device back into your pocket just as Jason turns back around.

“Please forgive me. Didn’t mean to break one of your rules.”, he laughs softly as he points to your “No Cell Phones” sign.

“Hey princess. I was just thinking about you.”, Eddie’s voice sweetly flowed from your phone.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Mr. Carver. I completely understand.” You heard clicking that sounded like a gun being loaded as you focused on the man in front of you. “Now was there a particular reason you felt like you needed a checkup or did you just wanted to keep up appearances?”

“No Steve, fuck you. I’m not staying put. This fucker has the nerve to come on to MY territory and…well then I’ll meet you there. You better get there before me because I swear to God if this asshole wants a war… The fuck did you just say to me!? Goddamn it!”

“I have to confess; I did have a bit of a reason. My head and my shoulder have really been bothering me.”

“Steve’s on the way, Y/N. He said he’s a couple of minutes away and so am I. Just stay calm, baby.”

“That’s not uncommon with things like…migraines. I, um, I can run some tests and prescribe you some medication that…that will help.”

Jason takes a few steps toward you as he speaks.

“I would appreciate that. It just genuinely feels like I got shot in the forehead or something.”, he chuckles as he moves again till he’s right in front of you.

“I think you should leave.”

“Aw, why? I’ve heard from the community around here that you’d be the person to come to for pain and I’m in a lot of it. You see, I had to bury one of my close friends yesterday.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, honey.”

“Don’t call me that.”, you growl making him smirk down at you before pushing some of your hair behind your ear displaying the earbud.

“She seems like a strong one, Munson. Beautiful. Girl in uniform. You definitely have a type.”

“Don’t touch me either.”

“Or what, honey, huh?”

The exam room door flies open as Steve barrels through with his gun drawn.

“Jason. You’re on the wrong side of town.”

“Put me on speaker, Y/N.”

Removing the device from your ear, you do what he says and hold your phone towards the gangster whose eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Is that my favorite rival?”

“Jason… you’re playing with fire. First you come on my territory, kidnap, and hurt Steve. Then you send one of your idiots to point a gun in my face. Normally this would be strike three but I’m giving you an out here. Stay away from them and off my side of Hawkins and we’ll do the same.”

“You know, Eddie, that sounds like a sweet deal. Let me talk it over with my team and…oh wait. You killed half my team.”

“You hurt the man I love. You started this… Don’t play the victim now.”

“No, you know who’s a victim? Andrew, Patrick, Samuel, and all of my other friends you killed.”, he sneered as his eyes met your own. “Soon you’ll know what it feels like. You won’t know when or where, freak, but I assure you I will be there when your pig and little whore here become victims to. Unless… you want to switch sides and come with me, pretty girl.”

As his hand reached out to touch your face, your fist reached out to punch him, knocking him backwards just in time for Steve to move forward, grab your wrist, and pull you behind him.

“Like you said, asshole, I have a type. She’s a lot stronger than she seems. However…”

The door to the room opens again as Eddie saunters in cocking his gun and points it in the other man’s face.

“If you ever pull a stunt like this again or lay one hand on her, there will be nowhere you could run where we wouldn’t find you. I’m not Allen, Jason. I’m not going to let the stupid bullshit you used to do slide.”

Moving aside to stand by Steve, he allowed the gangster to stand and adjust his suit as he headed for the door.

“You’re right, Munson. You aren’t Allen. The streets ran better with him in charge and you’re nothing like him. You may think these people respect you but I assure you they pity you.”, he spat before leaving the way he came.

The officer immediately turned around and cupped your head in his hands.

“Are you ok, honey? You did really good.”

You aggressively nod, gripping his wrist as you lean your forehead against his.

“Yeah, I’m ok. What does this mean?”

“It means I fucking slaughter that asshole and show him exactly how people respect me.”, Eddie grumble as tucked away his weapon.

“No, it doesn’t. That’s something impulsive Allen would do but not you.”

The gangster chuckled under his breath casually walking towards the officer, placing himself mere inches from him with a stoic expression but eyes filled with fury.

“That’s the second time today you, Steven, have insinuated I’m acting like my father and second person today to compare me to him. I am the boss of the Munson crew and I know how to handle my business. Now, go back to being the dirty cop and shut the fuck up.”

“I’m dirty because of you, babe. Everything I do is for you.”

“Wait…”, you begged as you step between them, each man prepared to duke it out here in your exam room. “Wait, don’t do this here. We can talk about it tonight in your loft.”

“We?”, Eddie sneered as he backed away. “You two can come over but the conversation will be the same. I know what I’m doing and neither of you have any say but especially you, little girl.”

“The head of a gang just threatened my life. I’m allowed to have an opinion on this.”

“Edward Munson, don’t do anything till we talk or I swear to God, I will arrest you and take you in myself.”

The gangster bit his bottom lip, huffing at he turned to leave.

“Well then bring your handcuffs, sweetheart, because you will need them.”

##############

Steve stayed with you the rest of the day and after you got off, drove with you to Eddie’s building. As soon as you both stepped in you could feel the energy buzzing around what happened.

“Hey Marcus. Please tell me he’s at least in his apartment.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington, but he has had people coming and going.”

“Great. Thanks, bud.”

The man behind the desk smiles at you as you wave politely, your other hand firmly locked with the officer’s as he led you to the elevator.

“Is this normal? Have you ever seen him like this?”, you ask.

“Uh, yeah, but not at this scale.” As the door to the elevator closes, he sighs before turning to face you. “We meant what we said, Y/N, about not hurting you or anything like that but we both can get feisty when we’re heated. If anything makes you feel uncomfortable or you get scared just say that word we taught you, ok?”

The entire week you stayed with them after what happened with Andrew, you not only spent that time getting to know each other but they explained some rules they like to follow when it comes to “playing rough.” Steve told you that due to their line of work sometimes they liked to take out their stresses on each other which made you giggle at the time when his eyes playfully rolled back.

“We like to go all out, you know? Slapping, choking, degrading… of course, honey, you don’t have to do any of that.”

“I don’t mind you doing any of that. Just don’t like punch me or cut me.”

“Sweetheart, we aren’t into that kinda thing either. Trust me, we see it enough out there.”, Eddie teases as he points absently towards the window. “If you don’t like something we’re doing or you need us to stop just say ‘Red’, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, Munson. She has manners. I like that.”

“Yes, sir.”

The officer grins as he leans down to kiss your lips.

As soon as you enter Eddie’s apartment you’re stunned by the chaos around you. There were guns laid out in random sections of the living room with a gigantic map of Hawkins on the coffee table. Walking further in, you noticed pieces of glass shattered against the wall with liquid that smelled like bourbon surrounding it.

“Ed, this is a rash jump. Shouldn’t the retaliation be level with the offense? A war seems…extreme.”

“Alright, Gareth, what would be level for openly threatening me and the people I care about, hm? Kill more insignificant lackies? Steal some of his product? No. If this is what he wants then I’m going to give it to him.”

“Jesus, man. You sound like—” The gangster’s angry glare cut him off as he rose to his feet, relief panting his features when he noticed Steve. “You know we’d follow you anywhere but we…I really think you should reevaluate your strategy.”

Eddie ignores him as he holds his current glass of alcohol in his hand to his forehead as he continues to focus on the image in front of him. The officer pats Gareth shoulder comfortingly as he leaves and you exhale your nerves as you watch these two men you’ve grown fond of interact.

***

“I see you didn’t wait for me.”, Steve sighed with agitation.

“You’re right, I didn’t, but I haven’t made any definitive moves yet so you’re right on time to say your peace.”

“Eddie, I’m not playing around. If you start a gang war in the middle of Hawkins, I will arrest you and throw you in a cell myself. If you want to act like your dad then I can treat you like him.”

The long-haired man slammed his glass against the table and rose to his feet, striding angrily towards the officer before shoving him furiously in the chest.

“Last time you tried that, babe, we barely made it halfway down the street before you were fucking me and letting me go! You think now you can follow through? After everything we’ve been through? Now that you love me.”

Steve stepped forward shoving the man back with his broad chest.

“With no hesitation, honey. I’d be doing it because I love you. I’m not going to let you get innocent people and/or yourself killed! There are other ways we can do this, Eddie.”

“There’s no other way. I’m tired of his cocky, entitled attitude and I gave him plenty of leeway! His response was to hurt you, threaten me, and intimidate Y/N? No. I won’t have that disrespect!”

“Eddie, doing this won’t gain you that respect. If anything, you’ll lose more or all of it.”, you added trying to help.

“Oh, sweetheart, if anyone has less say in this, it’s you.”

“My life is now on the line to as well as those innocent people Steve mentioned. I see and heal them every day! You told me when we first met that you didn’t kill people you didn’t have to. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie glared into his boyfriend’s eyes as he reached for his phone and started dialing.

“Hey, Jeff. Yeah, get everything together and—”

Steve hand flew, knocking the device from the gangster’s hand as he tumbled to the side and caught himself on the couch.

“Jeff, it’s Steve. Ignore that order. As a matter of fact, all of you head home for the night, ok? Mr. Munson and I need to have a talk so he won’t be making anymore decisions tonight.”

With exception force, he threw the phone hard against the wall, not even flinching when it shattered. Both men stared each other down as the fury burned around them and you’d be lying if you said watching them angerly pant as their dominance oozed from them didn’t turn you on a bit.

Eddie lunged toward him and you watched in aw as both men began to fight each other. The officer got the upper hand, pinning him to the floor, and pressing his knee into his shoulder blades as he handcuffed his hands behind his back.

“Be careful, Steve! He’s still healing.”

Rolling him onto his back, he checked the gangster’s wound that was exposed due his shirtless physique that had Steve not just checking his side but his entire upper body.

“Why are you acting so impulsively? This isn’t like you.”

“Well, this feels familiar. You sizing me up while I’m on my back, handcuffed. I’m starting to think the reason you restrain me is because you can’t control me without it. Just like how you think threatening to take me in will get me to submit to what you want.”

Keeping both knees straddling his waist, Steve’s palms caressed his stomach around to his back, his eyes never leaving his boyfriend’s as he removed the cuffs accepting the challenge.

“I can control you just fine without restraints. Now… are you done with your tantrum, little boy, or should we keep going?”

The condescension in his partner’s voice infuriated the gangster as he smacked him in the face and tried to throw him off him. This just spurred Steve on more as he grabbed the man’s wrists and held them to the floor.

“Honey, can you help me?”

Nodding, you scurried his way and when his eyes gestured towards his belt, you immediately unbuckled it, even going the extra step of pulling out his cock for him.

“Thank you, pretty girl.”, he coos, tilting his head towards you so you could kiss his lips as Eddie struggled beneath him. “See? She’s a good girl.”

“She IS a good girl. That’s why I’m doing this; to protect her.”

“Don’t. Don’t say you’re doing this for us, Eddie, because we don’t want you to do this.”

The gangster’s jaw clenched at your words causing Steve to sigh in frustration as he leaned down till the tip of his cock was resting on his lips.

“Open.” When his partner remained still, the pretty boy rolled his eyes, shuffling the man’s hands into one of his own so he could free his other to reach behind him and place it on the massive bulge in his slacks. “OPEN.”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered as Steve continued to massage him and without prompting you slide towards the gangster’s waist and unbuckled his pants as well.

“All the way off, baby. He needs to be exposed and vulnerable because that seems to be what he’s into now a days. Right, little boy? That’s what this move you’re planning will do.”

When Eddie moaned, Steve turned to see just as you were running your tongue down the veins of the man’s length.

“She’s a lot nicer than I am because I assure you I’m not going to be that gentle. Now…OPEN.”, he growled.

He tried to remain steadfast but when your lips enveloped him, Eddie couldn’t help but groan allowing Steve to slide into his awaiting mouth. Releasing him from his hold, the officer balanced his hands above his boyfriend’s head as he thrust into him as you lightly mewled at the feeling of Eddie’s palms petting your hair.

“Fuck. That’s it. Keep that sassy fucking mouth open for me.”

Coming around to their front, you help Steve remove his shirt before leaning down beside Eddie’s forehead to tenderly move his hair away from his face. Even though they were upset, both men sighed at the action. You were a nice contrast to their rough lifestyle, not just when you played but in their relationship as well.

“Eddie, please, there’s another way we can do this without people getting hurt.”

Wrapping his arms around his waist, the gangster flipped the officer over and you slid back a bit to allow them to wrestle. You noticed immediately that a lot of Eddie’s fight had decreased especially when Steve’s back hit the wall as he circled his legs around him, locking the long-haired boy in a position that had him thrown over his lap on his stomach with his ass exposed.

Gripping his wrists again in one hand, the other free one came down hard on his behind making Eddie groan.

“She’s talking to you and she’s right, Ed.” Squirming against his hold, Steve’s hand came down again. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?!”

“FUCK YOU!”

His deep, authoritative voice startled you but not his partner as his palm came down once more before sucking on two of his fingers and sliding them into his entrance.

“Are you trying to prove something? Everyone already knows you’re a badass to be feared if needed.” Eddie moaned as Steve’s fingers tapped that spot inside of him that drove him crazy. “You keep saying it’s a respect thing but I don’t believe you. People respect you except that fucking, preppy moron but that’s one man. We don’t need to kill a bunch of people to prove a point to him.”

Steve spanked him again as he mused.

“Is it me?”, you asked in a small voice that makes Eddie’s head hang as his hair blocks his face. “Is it because of what we talked about…about how I’m another vulnerability?”

“I won’t allow anyone to fucking hurt you.”, he grumbled as his eyes shot up to meet yours. “Anyone.”

With incredible force, Steve pushed him off his lap and rose to his feet, pulling up his pants, and collecting you in his arms before carrying you up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Grab anything you may need, honey. We’re going to my place.”

“You have a place?”

“Yeah. Can’t really have it on record that I live with a gangster.”, he chuckles, his face hardening as Eddie enters the room. “You promised me that you wouldn’t let your feelings for me affect what you did out there. We agreed that extended to her when we decided to bring her into our world. If you really want to fucking burn down Hawkins to show the city that we are yours then we’ll remove ourselves from the fucking equation. Oh, and she’s not a vulnerability. Personally, I think she’s one of our strengths. One of the few fucking positive things about us and in our lives.”

“Why do you think I’m trying to protect her?!”

“EXCUSE ME! But haven’t I protected you two?!”, you angrily spit towards Eddie. “You I’ve saved twice, remember? I don’t NEED you to protect me. I can protect myself just fine. I like knowing I have you two there for me though. I…I make myself vulnerable FOR you. That doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m not afraid of Jason Carver. If anything, I’m more afraid of you right now and what you might do.”

Eddie let out a heavy sigh as his palm flew up to his chest. Taking a hold of your hand, Steve led you past the brokenhearted gangster and out the front door.

##############

Grinning softly, you took in the new dwelling Steve had brought you to. It was a modest, brick interior, studio apartment on the fifth floor of a complex that had a good view of the city. The walls were pretty much bare except for the couple of pictures of sports cars and near his bed his certificate of graduation from the police academy. In the corner, he had set up a little gym area with weights and a treadmill with the same fantasy book off to the side that you remembered on Eddie’s nightstand.

When you flashed it to him questioningly, he smiled.

“Eddie loves that crap. Whenever he babbles about it, I at least want to know what he’s talking about.”

On his nightstand, he placed his badge and gun right beside the medication you prescribed him making you beam when you see he had been following your instructions. Beside his lamp and phone charger was a framed photo of him and Eddie different from the one the gangster had. In his photo, Eddie was on a kitchen counter somewhere with his legs reaching to wrap around Steve’s waist as his ringed fingers tugged at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. Their lips were inches apart, noses just barely touching as Steve smirked down at him.

“We need to get a picture of you so we both can have one.”

“Does it worry you? Like if you invite a friend over who’s on the force and they see that?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m kind of an asshole. I don’t have many friends.”, he laughs breathily as he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a seat beside you. “The friends I do have know about us. If I ever go somewhere work related or with any of the other officers I usually go to their places. And of course, I’m the only cop that goes to his place so…”

Your own fingers tenderly reach out to caress his cheek and run down his muscular back making him sigh as he closes his eyes.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I’m just…I’m just worried. I really don’t want him to this.”

“Would you genuinely take him in like you said?”

“I would. Which means I would most likely get arrested to.” Opening his eyes, he glances your way seeing the slight confusion as he continues. “If I just brought him, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to tell them how I knew it was him and then everything else but…at least he’d be safe. Unless they send him to the same place his dad is at…Fuck.”, he groans as he rubs his palms over his face.

“What would happen to me?”

His head abruptly turned at your question as he became more serious.

“Nothing, baby. I promise. You’d be safe. Eddie has people that would watch over you for us and of course anything else you may need they can get it.”

“I need you two.”, you cry as your head hangs. “I like you both so much… I don’t want to lose you.” Steve’s arm shot out to pull you to him so he could hold you tightly to his chest. “God, what is wrong with me? I’ve never been this, I don’t know, clingy before.”

“We tend to have that effect on women.” He laughs and pretends to flinch when you pull away to lightly slap his arm. “Does it bother you? I mean do you like it?”

“I do. It scares me a little bit sometimes. Eddie says we’re his vulnerabilities but for me…being open like this…in that particular headspace… Most men are always intimidated by me when they first meet me and lately I struggled to get past that first date. My last relationship…didn’t end well…so I put all my energy into finishing my PhD and working.”

“I can understand that. I did the same thing after my last relationship. It’s part of the reason I had the balls to go after Eddie. I did so much reconnaissance and sleuthing that I thought I had enough to bring in the leader of a mafia gang. He, uh, wasn’t what I thought he would be.”

“Kind?”

“Goofy. He told me a dad joke that made me laugh. By the time we got near the station, I didn’t want to let him go. Over the past 10 months, I’ve learned how sweet, nerdy, and adorable he can be.”

“I learned the same thing about you.” Steve scrunched his nose as he laughed at you. “I did. You were a bit of a jerk and I thought you hated me.”

“I told you I’m a jerk!”, he grinned till you both calmed down and he tenderly petted your head. “No, baby, I didn’t hate you.”

A knock on the door had you both more alert as he placed his finger over his mouth in a shushing motion while he reached for his weapon. Rising to your feet in preparation, you watched as he slowly moved towards the sound, exhaling after looking through his peephole.

Lowering his weapon, he opens the door to a disgruntled Eddie who barges through and throws his leather jacket on the couch, his face instantly softening when he sees yours.

“Why are you crying? Is everything ok?”

You wipe your face as he hurries towards you, giving you a once over as you nod.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m ok. We were just talking about you…how much we care about you.”

“Why are you here, Munson? Don’t you have a massacre to dictate?”

Blinking, he readjusts himself so he can address you both.

“Steve, when you showed up at my door after Carver’s guys jumped you, it scared the hell out of me. You were in so much pain and…”, his voice cracks before clearing his throat as he continues. “I remember what it was like having the shit kicked out of me and the fact that someone had the balls to do that to someone I love; someone that’s mine. I saw red. When Jason showed up at her work threatening to do the same…Baby, I lost my fucking mind.”

“Clearly.”, Steve chided, sighing when you flashed him a stern look. “She’s not just yours, you know. It’s not solely on you to watch out for her. You don’t think when I saw him pressing up against her and calling her a whore I didn’t want to shoot that motherfucker then and there? You’re also mine, Eddie, and if I have to arrest you to keep you alive…”

“Are you still going to go through with it? Going after Jason?”, you ask, relief washing over you when he folds his arms and shakes his head.

“You both were right. There are other ways we can attack him without innocent people getting hurt.” The gangster’s beautiful chocolate hues glance towards you. “I’m sorry I scared you.” As your arms wrap around him, he exhales heavily into your hair as his fingers cling to you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s ok—”

“No, it’s not.”, he scolds himself as he tilts your head back to look at him. “Don’t you ever let either of us get away with bullshit like that. It’s one thing to dominate you. It’s another to frighten you. We don’t want to do that with you.”

“So, what I’m hearing, Edward Munson, is that you need to be punished.”, Steve teases causing the other man’s eyes to playfully narrow as he bows towards his boyfriend extending his arms on either side.

“I’m all yours, Officer.”

“Hm.”

Grinning, he steps forward, placing himself directly in front of him before forcefully turning him to face you as he pats him down.

“God this feels so vaguely familiar.”

“Because it’s been done so many times in the past?”

“Only by you, baby.”

Steve’s face hardens as he spanks the man in front of him as he leans over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.

“Stop talking. You’re in a lot of trouble.”

You watch with intense desire as his palm glides over the gangster’s pockets and reroutes around to the bulge in his slacks. Eddie groans as he licks his lips, his hips slightly grinding to find more friction.

“Too bad you were a bad little boy. We could have been sucking you cock right now or you could be sinking it into her tight, wet pussy. But no… you had to play big man in Hawkins, didn’t you?” When his boyfriend doesn’t answer, he spanks him again. “Didn’t you?”

“Ah, fuck. Yes.”

Abruptly grabbing his wrists, Steve handcuffs them behind Eddie’s back, guiding him towards his mattress, and tossing him stomach first onto his bed.

“Can you do me a favor, sweet girl?”

Stepping closer to him, you allow him to murmur instructions to you making you nod before lightly kissing his lips. After completely disrobing, you climb on to the bed in front of Eddie and per the officer’s instructions, open your legs wide for him to see.

“Fuck, angel. You’re so fucking beautiful.”, he compliments in a strained tone as the other man reached underneath him to remove the gangster pants and boxers.

“Yeah? You like my pussy, baby?” Scooting a bit closer to him, you bite your bottom lip and grin as he nods, tilting his head to kiss your inner thigh. As his kisses trail further up towards your legs, you push yourself back, denying him what he desperately wants. “Oh, I’m sorry. Officer Harrington said you weren’t allowed.”

Steve smirks over his shoulder as he listens to Eddie whine while hanging his head.

“No, hey, keep your eyes on her.”, he scolds, gripping his jaw and forcing his head up.

The long-haired boy groans as your fingers glide effortlessly through your folds, the sound of your wetness making him harder as he tries to relieve the pressure by rutting into the mattress. His boyfriend roughly loops his arms through his own, bringing his back to his chest as he guides his cock into his entrance.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.”

You had never really been privy to seeing them be sexually intimate and you never initiated any of that in the bedroom. You wanted them to feel comfortable especially since you were the newcomer to the relationship and dynamic. Seeing them now as Steve slammed his hips into Eddie’s, lifting and holding his upper half with his arms alone as the gangster practically drooled mewling his name; it was the sexist thing you had ever seen.

A small cry left your throat as you pushed two of your fingers into your needy hole.

“Aw, look what you’re doing to her, honey. She wants your mouth in her cunt so bad. I bet you do to, huh?”

“I-I—fuck—I’m sorry.”, he sighed exasperatingly.

“I’m sure you are.” Pulling out, he smacked his ass before bouncing on to the bed on his back and man handling his boyfriend till he was positioned over his cock. “You better ride my dick fucking hard.” Holding the base, both men moaned as he lowered himself on to his firm length and did what he commanded. “Mmm—fuck—come here, Y/N.”

After crawling over to him, he tugged your arm and shifted your body till you were sitting directly on his face.

“I got you, baby.”

Steve wasted no time, his fingers digging into your thighs as his thick, masterful tongue went to work. Eddie watched you both with glassy, lust filled eyes as he bounced and grinded on the man he loved. Leaning towards him, you couldn’t help but capture his lips and was surprised when the officer allowed it.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really am. Fuck, his cock feels so fucking good.”

“I forgive you, Eddie. I forgive you. YES! Steve, please. I need him.”

His hold around you tightened as he shook his head between your legs, his lips making obscene slurping sounds as he flicked his tongue against your clit at an overwhelming pace.

Panting, your body trembled as you came as his tongue continued with its assault, elongating your high. After a soft kiss to your thigh and a firm tap of your ass, you climbed off him, waiting for instruction. Sitting up, he grabbed Eddie’s cheeks and kissed him passionately making the gangster groan at the taste of you on his boyfriend’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, Steve. You know how I am sometimes.”

“Hot headed? Stubborn? A pain in my ass?” They both chuckled softly, the officer running his thumb along his lips. “We talk to each other right? Figure things out together.”

“Yeah, baby, we do.”

“ALL of us. That includes her now. She makes us stronger.”

“Yeah, she does.”, Eddie smiled as he glanced your way wishing he could touch you.

Giving him one final kiss, Steve leans back and pats his lower stomach.

“Come here, honey.” Taking his hand, you let him direct you till you were straddling him with the other man’s cock teasing your pussy lips. “You’ll have to slide back on him but he should be able to do the rest.”

Nodding your head, you reach behind you to hold his length as you guide him inside of you.

“Oh my fucking God.”, Eddie growls as you mewl at the stretch.

Steve’s large palms grip your hips as his boyfriend start’s bouncing and thrusting his own.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?”

“S-So good.”

“Shit. You’re both so fucking sexy That’s it. Just let go and take it like a good girl.”

Your breasts hang perfectly in front of his face and when his mouth attaches to your nipple, your pussy clenches around Eddie making him whimper as he picks up his pace.

“Please, Eddie. Make me cum.”

As he does his best to honor your request while restrained, Steve licks his thumb and massages your clit driving you crazy as you push up and lean against the gangster’s chest. You feel him grunt into your shoulder as he releases inside of you, you following as you moan his name into the ceiling. After lightly spanking you, you collapse to the side and watch as Eddie falls forward knowing the man he loves will be there as Steve cups his cheeks and thrusts roughly upwards chasing his own high.

“That’s it, Eddie, baby. Take it, take it, take it. That’s my good boy. Fuck.”

They both groan as the man underneath him thrusts his spend deep inside of him, his mouth falling open as he pants against his lips.

“I love you so much, Steven, fuck. I love you.”

As the gangster croons into his neck and they continue to whisper admiration for each other, you tip toe towards the officer’s set of keys and quietly reappear to free him. His palms promptly come to pet the boy’s head, kissing his forehead before playfully wrapping his arms around you and dragging you over Steve to place you between them.

A warm feeling washes over you as both men roll on to their side to nuzzle their noses against your cheeks as they hold you.

You aren’t sure when you fell asleep or for how long but the strong, delicious smell of pasta caused your eyes to flutter open. Eddie was still knocked out beside you but due to the small space you could see Steve with his bare back to you in sweats at the stove. One of his shirts had been placed by the bed and you smiled as you slid it on, shuffling towards him.

“Hey you. I’m making dinner if you’re hungry.” His grin grows when you nod, turning his attention back to his sizzling pan. Hopping up, on to the nearby stool by his counter, you notice a file with Jason’s name on it.

“May I?”

Glancing that way, he hesitates for only a moment before giving his approval.

The file itself was thick with photos and notes of Carver’s gang showing that the officer really did take his job seriously as you browsed through the details. Kind of like Eddie his father passed the reigns to his son Jason but unlike him, his father was still out and walking freely. He seemed to still have a bit of sway when it came to the clan itself but otherwise he trusted his son. He had been running things for a couple of years before Eddie took over and due to the change Steve noted a few things you found disturbing.

“Hey. Put that down and try this.” You smile as he holds a spoon to your lips and he beams with pride when make a tiny yum noise as he turns back around. “My mom was actually a pretty good cook. She taught me a thing or two.”

“Jesus Christ, it smells good in here.”, Eddie announced, grabbing a desk chair and sliding obnoxiously loud over to you two making you laugh. While tilting up to kiss you, he yanks the file from your grasp. “Bad Officer Harrington. Letting her snoop.”

“She’s not snooping. She asked and I said it was alright.”

“I’m glad you’re not going after him, Ed. There’s some things in there…”

“Yeah. Jason Carver is a prick. I’m surprised his dad lets him get away with half the shit he does but unless George Carver deems you worthy so to speak he doesn’t give a damn.”

Your head shot up as an idea hit you.

“Wait a second, Hawkins does a charity thing every year where the wealthy show up to throw money at causes to make them feel better about themselves.”

“Yeah, my parents go to that.”, Steve replied with a hint of sarcasm you didn’t miss.

“My dad was always invited but never went. He never felt the need to pretend to be a good man.”

“But that’s why I never went. I had heard that the head of the Carver’s attended.” They both continue to stare at you with confused eyes causing you to let out a frustrated sigh as you rise to your feet. “The sponsors of that party have funds for Hawkins medical funds but the bulk of it goes to that general hospital. I’m still always invited…if I wanted to mingle with the donors…make an impression… Come on, guys.”

“Honey, just say what’s on your mind.”

“I can go with Eddie and we can talk to Jason’s dad. Maybe somehow convince him to get his son to leave us alone.”

They exchange a look before the gangster finally speaks.

“Y/N, sweetheart, that means you’d have be seen with me and not just by the Carvers. My team, a few of our friends, and apparently Jason somehow knows about Steve but otherwise he’s hidden. If we go to this event with you on my arm, EVERYONE will know.”

“Including the police, baby. Which means you could have more eyes on you and pressure pushed when it comes to him.”

Your head hangs as you fiddle with your fingers.

“I would never turn you over or tell them anything. I swear…”

“No, honey.”, Steve quickly explains. “We aren’t worried about that. We just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Of course, we can protect you in that regard from getting into any kind of legal trouble.”

“Your family and friends will have something to say—”

“I don’t have much family and I work 24/7 so I don’t have time for friends. Honestly, the only thing I care about is that clinic, my patients, and you two.” The genuinely smile at that last bit making you blush. “I do. I care about you very much. It’s been a long time since I felt like I wasn’t just coasting through life. These past couple of weeks I’ve really enjoyed having someone to talk to, to hold me, even just hear someone tell me I’m fucking beautiful.”

Eddie gets to his feet and tenderly kisses your lips.

“You are beautiful, angel. Ok, I need to take you shopping so we can get you a new dress.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.”, he grins. “We need to go over some rules and things if we are going to pull this off. “

“I can come to. Since my parents are attending, it wouldn’t be odd for me to be there and I can keep an eye on you two.”

“My knight in shining handcuffs and a holster gun.” Steve sticks out his tongue as Eddie giggles like a little kid. “Alright, princess, this won’t be the last time I ask but are you sure you want to do this?”

Your gaze shifts between them as a heavy sigh exits from your lungs.

“I’m sure.”

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago

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I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN YOU OPENED YOUR REQUESTS!!! can i request a pietro fic where him and the reader are both avengers and they are best friends, but the reader has the biggest crush on him (she manages how to hide well) and they get assigned to a mission in hawaii and have to pretend that they're married and are there for their honeymoon? and that pretending to be the reader's husband and doing everything together like a couple made pietro realize that he also had feelings for her. one day they both go to a restaurant and have some drinks and he builds enough courage to finally kiss her (in the rain😼)

(i know it's cheesy but i just love the idea😭😭 and also, sorry if there's any mistakes, english isn't my first language hahah)

hii!! omg I love this and cheesy things hehe!! and don’t worry, your english was great! apologies, I had a nightmare writing this, I finished writing it then went to edit the next day to find chunks of my paragraphs were missing :(( but thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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fake dating

pietro maximoff x fem!reader

word count: 811

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

As you and Pietro are the two youngest members on the team -with the exception of Peter- you were often paired together for lots of missions. Being best friends had its perks, especially for trips away where it was just the two of you.

You were both assigned to Hawaii to "collect intel", as Cap lightly put it. The pair of you undercover: smitten newlyweds on your honeymoon. Usually, you weren't a fan of these kinds of aliases, but this was different- it was with Pietro.

It allowed you to tap into your true and hidden romantic feelings towards him without over-complicating everything. Fake dating was like a compromise to you. It felt like it gave you a brief chance to date him without the consequence of doing the real thing.

The moment you boarded the plane, the mission began, and you were all over Pietro- leaning into him and stroking his arm, giggling at his jokes and sharing stories with the elderly lady beside you.

It all felt natural, and you didn't know where to draw the line. You admit you may have gotten a little carried away, but you couldn't help it- it just felt so right to date Pietro, like you could finally be your true self without keeping a part of you locked away.

The first several days of the trip went smoothly, completing all tasks assigned within the first few hours of the day, leaving you both together for many hours doing touristy things.

Each day was slightly different- snorkelling in the ocean for one and eating lunch with the locals for another. You both wanted to make the most of your 'vacation,' so you chose activities you couldn't do anywhere else, nor would you have time for otherwise.

As the days progressed, so did things with you and Pietro. You would find yourselves flirting and touching with no one around- no one to prove things to. He grew more comfortable being romantic with you, a lingering touch to your hand or a soft smile when you speak- just small and possibly inconsequential moments that felt too sincere to be fake.

Today was the last night of the trip before heading home in the morning, so you and Pietro decided to have dinner at your favourite quaint restaurant on the beach, much like a final farewell to the town you both grew to adore.

Everything was perfect- the scenery, the food, the company, even. It was the best end to an already great trip.

By now, you were on your final course of the night, sharing a desert as you chatted in your usual friendly way.

You sit up straight, pointing the spoon at him. "You suit it,"

His head cocks to the side, evidently confused. "Suit, what?"

"Y'know... the sun— being away. You seem happy," you smile, placing your spoon aside. "Haven't seen you like it for a while." You shrug, glancing out into the ocean to avoid his fixed gaze.

"I do?" he grins, pointing the spoon at you like you did him. "Same with you... it's nice to see."

"Maybe it's the company," your smile widens, turning back to face him.

He chuckles, itching his foot closer to yours under the table, slyly bumping into it. "Maybe."

After dinner and more drinks, you find your tipsy selves on the beach, sitting in the sand, huddled together under a blanket to keep warm. Pietro's arm draped over your shoulder, holding you close to him as you look out into the ocean. It all felt so familiar, like second nature- as if this was how it should be between you.

Sure, you've cuddled like this many times before, but this was not like those times- this was different. It was intimate- sincere. Pietro pulls away, glancing over your face as a gentle smile forms, watching the way yours mirrors his.

"Looks like it's gonna rain," you divert, suddenly aware of how real this all feels between you.

He hums weakly, his smile faltering as he slowly leans towards you, his low gaze focused on your lips.

"Might storm," you whisper, adding.

"Mh-hm," he softly replies, almost as if he wasn't paying attention. He slips his hand up to cup the side of your face, his palm resting on your jaw, guiding you closer.

"It might—"

He cuts you off with a small shush, quietening your blabbering mind before brushing his lips over yours, kissing you soft and sweetly. It felt like months of repressed longing poured into a single, beautiful moment. A moment you've long been yearning for.

As you pull away from one another, you wish you could stay here forever. Stay in paradise.

But as much as you hated to think about it, you'd be leaving tomorrow, and all you could think about was how things would be when you go back home.

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aquariusmiller · 11 days ago

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cowboy like me

Chapter II: Fire and Ice

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Chapter Summary: On your first patrol with Joel, you end up fighting him rather than with him. In the heat of the moment, you realize you have more in common than you thought.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing, weapons, big argument, threatening (not actually but like yeah), canon violence against clickers, brief gore, kinda enemies to lovers

A/N: Inspired by me, as I know I couldn't handle Joel ignoring me and giving me the cold shoulder for more than a few minutes. Reader was a real menace here. Also, thanks for the support on the last chapter. This is gonna be a bit of a slowburn, so bare with me. And enjoy! :)

Chapter I | Chapter III

song rec: happiness is a butterfly - lana del rey ("If he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt?")

You regret the moment you left your cabin for the Jackson town square today.

It was busy and bustling with people, old refurbished buildings functioning in full swing, the chilly fall wind pleasant against your skin as you’ve always liked the cold. Nearby chatter, the occasional shouts from the working men and the wheels of the huge wood dolly filled your ears. The fairy lights around the buildings were a nice touch, you think, casting a subtle glow this overcast fall morning.

You asked around for Tommy and found him all the way near the walls. He greeted you with a polite smile and a question; “How are you settling here?”

You told him you’re settling in well and you’re thankful he gave you a place to stay. You made small talk and you have to admit; he’s really pleasant to talk to. He’s kind to a fault, forthcoming, relaxed. How did he keep like this among the horrors you’ve all surely endured?

Then came your agenda.

“I was thinking about what you’ve said, about finding something to do.” You gripped the edges of your leather jacket and smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah? What’d you come up with?” He smiled and crossed his arms, curious.

“Patrolling.” You looked at him, hoping for his approval.

He thought for a second. “Hm... You got experience with guns? Fightin’?” He put his hand on his chin as he thought about the possibility.

You nod. “Yeah, I’ve got experience with guns, bows and arrows, hand to hand.” You chuckled. “It hasn’t exactly been easy to get here.”

He nodded as he looked at you, sizing you up. “The patrols can get dangerous, y’know. Lots of bandits ‘round these parts. Infected.” He stopped and looked at you earnestly. “Just wanna make sure you know what you’re gettin’ into.”

You nodded. “I know the dangers outside the walls, trust me.” You smiled knowingly. “I can handle it.” You looked at him with a determined expression.

He thought for a long moment, hesitant to let inexperienced people into the wild, but relented. “Sure. I’ll just have to assign you an experienced partner.”

You nodded. “Alright. No problem there.”

He looked at you and thought for a moment. “You’ll go with... Joel. He’s a bit... Rough, but I think he’ll show you the ropes.”

No way. Joel... The same Joel you had met in the bar the night before. You were still not sure how you feel about what happened between you. You were anticipating his reaction, probably irritated to all hell to patrol with you after the fool you’ve made of yourself. Or amused. Not sure which is worse.

You nodded and faked a smile, pretending you didn’t know Joel. “Sure.” You turned to him and smiled genuinely this time, grateful he gave you a chance to patrol. “Thanks, Tommy.”

He smiled earnestly and patted your shoulder. “Don’t mention it. Take care out there, alright?”

You nodded and smiled. “I will.”

You took a tedious walk back to your cabin to take your gun and your holster, your bow and arrow and packed the extra ammo, your silencers and canned food into your backpack. You walked back to the walls, waiting for Joel to show up. Your hands were slightly shaking, both from excitement and dread to see him again.

After a few minutes, you saw him walking down the dirt road, carrying a rifle and a backpack, a determined expression on his face. He looked ready for his work of the day. He talked to Tommy, and... Even from the distance, you could tell he was not too happy to patrol with you today. He budged after what you assume was some convincing, then walked to you.

You greeted him with a warm smile, trying to hide how happy you are to see him in the moment. “Hey, Joel.”

He greeted you back, softened slightly by your smile but still clearly annoyed. “Hey.”

“Shall we get going?” You smiled as you turned to walk.

He just nodded and started walking with you. He was awfully quiet, probably feeling awkward because of what happened as equally as annoyed to be patrolling with you.

You tried to make small talk to break the tension. “How was your day?”

He looked at you like talking to you was a chore. “Um... Got up and got ready for patrol. Nothin’ special.”

You nodded and tried to lighten the mood. “I sobered up. Wasn’t a nasty hangover.” You chuckled.

He nodded, reminded of the night before once again. “Good.” He huffed.

You were both quiet for a few moments when you opened your mouth to speak. He interrupted that. “Look, let’s just focus, alright? The less we talk the better.”

A wave of annoyance came over you at his demeanor. What the hell was his problem? You got drunk, you didn’t insult his mother. Was he mad you were flirting with him? What is he, twelve? It was driving you crazy. Mostly because... You wanted to talk to him. You had this need for him to acknowledge you, pay attention to you.

You shut up and kept walking, a hurt and annoyed expression on your face. You’re sure you were stomping for a while there, but you didn’t care. You were done with his brushing off.

That’s how you ended up here. Walking with Joel through the clearing beside Jackson’s walls, miserable as you looked around for danger. Like a sick joke, there is none and you’re left with your thoughts because, apparently, the less you talk, the better.

After what felt like forever in tense silence, you turn to look at him. “Listen, I don’t get your problem.”

He turns to look at you, snapped out of his thoughts in surprise at what you’ve said. He answers in a grumpy tone. “What?”

“I mean, I don’t understand why you don’t wanna talk to me. What have I done so wrong?”

He just smirks wryly.

You look at him, frustrated. “What is it?”

He snaps. “You got so drunk you were barely standing. Flirtin’ with everything with a pulse.” He shakes his head and speaks after a few moments. It’s almost as if he’s determined not to let you in. “Not in the mood for babysittin’ today.”

You’re offended by the way he’s speaking to you and answer sharply. “‘Babysitting’. I’m thirty.”

He looks at you, inspecting you for a moment, surprised by your age. Satisfied with his inspection, he bites back. “Could’ve fooled me. I’d say you’re pushin’ thirteen.”

Astounded with his condescending lecture, you stop and shout. “What are you, my father?! What is this even about?”

He stops and stands in front of you, slowly losing his temper at what he perceives as your repeated carelessness. “You’re a damn liability! That’s what this is about!”

You’re hurt at being called a liability, because you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like one your entire life, always trying to prove your worth. You won’t let him speak to you like this anymore, not if you can help it. You raise your tone even more. “Yeah? And you’re so useful at your age.”

He looks shocked you brought his age into this and questioned his competence. “More useful than you’ll ever be. You’ll never know what it takes.”

You look at him angrily and step slightly closer to him. “Yeah? Maybe I should throw a punch then and see how you take it.”

He’s getting increasingly angry at your insolent tone. “Go ahead, little girl, see how it works out!”

You spit out your words in anger, losing control of it quickly. “Or throw a fucking Molotov at you!”

He shouts. “A Molotov? Because I didn’t wanna talk? Real mature!”

You shout. “Yeah, because you’re insufferable! How dare you talk to me like this?!”

He steps closer, glaring at you. “Threaten me once again.”

Your gaze doesn’t stray as you stare each other down in the clearing by the woods, the only sounds for a mile birds chirping and your sharp voices. Adrenaline starts rising in your chest in this intense moment but you try to control yourself. You huff. “Not gonna fight you. Waste of energy.”

He smirks condescendingly and looks to the side. “Thought so. Ya couldn’t handle me anyway.” The story you saw a glimpse of at the bar seems fully written in his eyes as he looks to the side darkly. “Killed more people than you can count.”

You swallow. You don’t feel as much fear as you should. You can’t help but feel... Sad for him. You can only imagine what he’s gone through to get there. This world is unforgiving. Dog eat dog. And unless someone completely lacks empathy for human beings, a killer doesn’t come out of roses and sunshine. A killer comes out of... Excruciating pain. You’ve felt it.

He’s snapped out of his anger when he sees you don’t look disgusted. You don’t look scared, even. Seems like it soothes him more than he’d care to admit. “Look, didn’t mean to offend ya, just didn’t appreciate carryin’ you home.”

You smirk as the tension dissipates. “Technically, you didn’t carry me.”

He says sternly. “Don’t push it.”

You nod and smile almost victoriously at the calmed down situation. “Fine.”

You turn to keep walking and he follows, and you can’t help but feel... Giddy at the moment of connection you’ve shared. You’re warming up to him.

The comfortable silence this time is interrupted by a noise very familiar to you both. Eerie, bone-chilling sounds of clicking. You took out your respective weapons and he stayed back to inspect your shooting. You looked around and saw a clicker approaching you from the side, unevenly stumbling towards you while running out of the woods. You quickly focused your aim and shot. The bullet flew straight into their brain, blood streaming down the fungus spread as it fell. Joel was impressed.

“Nice shot.” He nodded.

You held back a smile. “Thanks.” You put your gun back into your holster with pride and continued down the clearing. He followed and you could sense the respect he had, at least for your shooting skills. Did he think you couldn’t shoot? You have to hold back a chuckle at the thought. Thought wrong.

You resumed your patrol and shot a few more stray infected, Joel and you taking turns. He was impressed by your quick thinking, your aim and your lack of hesitance. Assigned to this patrol by Tommy to figure out your competence and watch your back, he was surprised as he saw... He didn’t need to at all. You could see by his reactions (and you knew) your gun was poorly kept up and you could be quicker in switching ammunition, but you both came to the same takeaway. You really could handle this.

Besides, he saw a different side to you today from the reckless woman in the bar. You were focused and determined. A little quick to jump to action, but you were a fighter. And he respected that. Saw himself in that.

You headed back to Jackson as the sun started setting. The sun was shining through the cloudy weather. You looked at him and the fading orange light reflected on his face.

“What are ya lookin’ at?” He said.

You smiled. “Thought we weren’t talking.”

He smirked before he turned back to business again. “You did good out there.”

You nodded and smiled. “Thanks.”

He shook his head. “No need to thank me.”

The guards in Jackson were switching shifts as you walked back through the gates. They nodded at the two of you from the lookout point on top of the tall metal wall, surprised to see Joel patrolling with anyone but Tommy. Curious, too. You stopped when you came in and turned to him.

“And thanks for helping me out today. I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I... I appreciated it.”

He nodded, feeling a subtle warmth in his chest at your words. He couldn’t deny he was warming up to you too. “Yeah. Same time tomorrow?”

You tilted your head. You were patrolling with him tomorrow too? You nodded. “Um... Yeah. Have a good night.” You smiled subtly.

“You too.” He said your name and headed in the direction of his house.

So he remembered your name. You feel excitement in the pit of your stomach at the thought.

The sky was growing darker as night was setting in. You wrapped your leather jacket around you as it got colder. The remnants of adrenaline from the argument and the shooting still buzzed through you. Joel was still insufferable, but... Maybe you could suffer through it. He’s a reliable and stable partner. God knows you need one.

He was quick to anger, horribly dismissive... But his subtle nods and change of heart tugged at a different direction in you. He’s fair, you think. Besides, you realize you overreacted too. As much as you hate to admit, you do like him. You want to be on good terms with him.

Who knows? This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

You want to laugh at the thought as you unlock the door, the warmth of the hallway enveloping you, welcoming you home.

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seat-safety-switch · 9 months ago

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Most small towns have a museum. Sure, they might not be ornate, enormous buildings filled with art. Once you pass a certain amount of people there's going to be some kind of hoard of historical items. We just naturally want to be able to tell future folks that we were here, that the things we did mattered, and here's where we came from, as evidenced by this old plaque, and a blurry photograph of the lady who got mysteriously murdered on this very night exactly 100 years ago.

One thing that almost all of them are lacking is a suit of armour. See, suits of armour are a big thing in museums in cartoons. Whenever you see Scooby-Doo investigating someone stealing t-rex bones, those crazy teens always somehow manage to end up over in Late English Medieval History and hide in a suit of armour. This is probably because suits of armour are fun for cartoonists to draw, and extremely time consuming for local, small-town cranks to fabricate.

Me, I live in a big city, and that means the museum has some very strict standards for what it accepts into its collection. Items have to be "historically significant," or at least not some random garbage that I welded together. They've got a suit of armour. It doesn't come from here: the museum has it because the queen gave us one when she visited. It's part of our history, sure, but only by accident, in the same way that you can't throw away an ugly vase from your mother-in-law because she expects to see it every time she visits on Thanksgiving.

A couple miles outside of the city limits, though, is a small town that I frequently visit. There's many reasons: it's close to affordable rural junkyards, the people are generally friendly to random folks showing up and pretending to have been invited to the barbecue, and the sheriffs are too busy ripping by on the highway to stop in and write exhaust tickets. Their museum fucking sucks, though. It absolutely rots. For starters, it's more of a "drinking hall" than a museum. Any mementoes of the town's last couple of centuries are just loosely nailed to the wall, without even an explanatory label stuck into the picture frame explaining who these ancient folks are. They needed a docent.

All this is to say that it really wasn't that hard to weld together a suit of armour. I had a lot of leftover bicycle fenders from the big internet company that went bankrupt. Burying the suit of armour, waiting a few weeks, and then digging it up was way more work, especially since I had to work silently so as not to arouse the suspicions (and indirect fire) of the good townspeople I was about to scam. Scam them I did, however. If you're in the area, come on down to the local museum. You can tell which one it is by the old, leaking Plymouth parked out front, in the "reserved for docent" 24/7 parking space.

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i’m still trying to decide what exactly demo does after the war. i do think he breaks the degroot cycle and i do think there’s a chance his mum disowns him for it. i think he realizes he’s too miserable to ruin a kid pretty early on in adulthood and decides it’s worth it to sit through every long lecture about bloodlines and grandchildren over birthing a child into a loveless marriage and making it just as miserable as he is (which, he eventually comes to terms with, is exactly what happened to him)

it’s hard. cleaving yourself from your family like that, your clan, the people that brought you into the world and half-raised you and filled your head with all kinds of funny ideas about honor. after the war i thjnk he just shuts himself off from the world and sulks for months and months and months regretting his choice, knowing he can never go back, figuring this is the path of unluck he was following all along, destined to die alone in his thirties to alcohol poisoning in a huge mansion he has all to himself. eventually, though, someone does come along. soldier or scout or engie, in town for a visit and they won’t take no for an answer when tavish tries to tell them he’s moved on and he’s not really in the mood for a drink. it’s just one night, they just go get smashed at a random dive bar off the street and probably end the night in jail, but he wakes up the next morning and realizes that whatever it was tipped the single upright nail barely keeping aloft this whole massive pile of misery and self-pity and for the first time in months he wants to live. he wants to know people. he wants to try to rebuild what he had even if it’ll never be the same again

i think he just packs his bags and moves closer to someone he knows, honestly. makes a few calls and picks up and goes closer to wherever everyone else he knew in the war fucked off to, the closest thing he ever had to a family (even compared to the people that raised him), and starts to rebuild his life from scratch. it’s hard but he’s got at least one friend near him who’s probably in need of a project anyway, and he finds out quickly he had much more family than he thought as his coworkers start becoming parents and uncles of their own, and he never ends up having his own kids but he might as well considering how many times he finds himself godfathered, after everything he’d done for everyone, which turns out to be much more than he thought.

i think eventually he manages to get a job teaching high school chemistry or something stupid like that. not for anything resembling loose change, but it’s something to do, and there’s just a little bit of pride in knowing his mum’s probably doing flips in her grave every time he goes into work. he’s not great at teaching what he’s supposed to, but somehow the kids always come out of the class scoring twice the national average on whagever standardized tests they have to take, and he’s basically paying the school to work there below board anyway, buying buildings and funding school supply initiatives with the millions he has stocked up from all that thankless work in his twenties and thirties. even if he doesn’t have a kid of his own he makes himself a part of so many kid’s lives, not just teaching but building relationships, helping with homework and checking on home lives and showing up on the soccer field afterschool to cause a disturbance. and well it’s hard to feel like you’re a horrible useless person when every student you pass on the way to the teacher’s lounge beams at you and tells you about their day. it’s not much to a lot of people but it’s everything to him, finally something he can do that has a tangible positive effect on people’s lives, and that gives him a reason to stay upright, too, keep on trucking, keep being a positive example for every bright eye that looks up to him. for the first time in his life he feels like he’s worth something, without pretending to be something he’s not, bending over backwards in work he doesn’t enjoy to please someone who never loved him for anything he was in the first place. ok that’s it i think i have to go cry now

#bungus headcanons #tf2 #tf2 demoman #copied mostly directly from discord im sure you can tell #IM NORMAL ABOUT HIM. IM AVERAGE.#and none of this is projecting whatsoever. i don’t even know what you’re talking about

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frogsndogs · 3 months ago

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So recently I watched this pilot short: Epilogue of endings. It’s about 12 minutes long, created by a group of animation students over a single summer. I had never heard of the project before it showed up in my youtube recommended.

It changed my brain chemistry. I watched it 9 days ago and I can’t stop thinking about it to save my life. The music? Spectacular. The voice acting? Perfect. The art? astounding. The characters? I’m already emotionally attached. Hotel? Trivago.

Listen, I don’t tend to watch of a lot of things anymore unless I’m with other people, and I have this weird thing about engaging in new media, I think because a lot of what I’ve been watching recently has been kinda disappointing, or very… I don’t know… it’s hard to describe. It just feels like a lot of studios are making characters shallower, relationships strained, and half-assing their world building. A lot of media that I’ve taken in recently is trying very hard to make itself seem edgy and serious and that’s not what I want right now and definitely not what I need.

But this 12 minute pilot? This is everything I never knew I needed. The characters feel like real people, with complex motivations and interpersonal relationships. They’re flawed, but they’re trying their best with the situation that they have. They have things, other people that they care about and would fight for, they have motivations and backstories that you can see the breadcrumbs of, but have not been revealed yet, and the breadcrumbs are so good you can’t wait for the whole loaf. The world-building is exquisite, built up enough that you can see the beginning, but still drawing you in with more questions.

I have a more detailed review under the cut, with SPOILERS, but I highly recommend that you go watch the pilot. It’s 12 minutes of time well spent in my opinion.

So the first scene. We’re introduced to Lucy, Blu and CG. I think Blu is already my fav, lol. In this scene, we see the three characters playing eye-spy while walking through a forest. It’s a pretty innocuous scene if we didn’t pan up to the sky and see the sun having broken open and Lucy becoming emotional over having to leave town, and presumably the rest of her life behind. Blu doesn’t answer her.

So Lucy clearly doesn’t know what’s going on, and I’m wondering if Blu has limited information himself. Maybe even Blu doesn’t know why or how any of this is happening. Maybe Blu literally can’t answer her question because he doesn’t have the answers. Maybe it hurts, being so helpless and out of control, so he’s in denial to a certain extent, trying to pretend that everything is fine. He’s trying to keep this little girl, happy and safe and alive, while also presumably dealing with his own shit, and no he’s not doing it perfectly, he’s flawed, as people and characters should be, but he’s trying and so far she is alive and safe to a certain extent so way to go Blu! I think this will probably cause some tension between the two down the road, but for now they just keep walking.

I wonder where they’re going, if anywhere specific? Why did they leave town specifically, we see there’s lots of danger pretty much everywhere, did something happen?

Anyways, then we get to this scene of someone fixing what appears to be a subway train. He stops, pulls out a journal and we get some exposition stuff. We find out that the world ended, and how. And WOW. This whole thing was gut-punchingly realistic I feel. People blowing up the competition trying to race off into space when it’s announced that the sun is going to die out? That’s something that unfortunately I can see people doing. I wonder/hope that this will become a plot point again later on, and we’ll find out what happened to all those people. But anyways that’s not even the craziest part; the fact the sun broke open and released a whole bunch of eldritch horror monsters??? Yep here we go. And then the next thing hurts. Like a lot. Because the narrator says that ‘people who hoped to live out their last days in normalcy quickly found out that their life-style was no longer sustainable’. That shit made me want to cry. The want for a peaceful death, a calm death, a painless death, but having even that ripped away from you. This setting that these characters are in is awful and very terrifying, and we can see how it is hurting them, torturing them, but I got to give props to the world building. It’s good writing. They set up the plot, the problem, what’s been going on the past couple yrs, some mysteries, to both the viewers and the characters, and in doing so give us some idea of the characters that we do have. Because the characters that we do have are trapped. The characters that we do have are abandoned. The characters that we do have are survivors.

And then we pan out to see the narrator having an interaction with one of the Monarchs. And this scene? Gave me chills, man. I was so creeped out by this. Acedia’s ‘I do not like that response,’ Mole’s utter helplessness to do anything, his clear, potent fear of the creature, the way that it just lightly touches him and he flinches. Then the frustration that we see on his face after it leaves, the anger that turns into tiredness and then hopelessness? Someone needs to wrap this man in a blanket stat.

And this is where I’m starting to think that Blu doesn’t really know the full extent of what’s going on. There’s a good chance that Mole knows about the Monarchs because he’s being held prisoner by one. It’s possible that Mole is seeing the world collapse before his very eyes, while Blu is just seeing the aftermath and not knowing why and I can’t say which is more terrifying.

The ‘I have influence?’ line is peak. I love it so much, I can’t even say why. That whole little interaction with Lucy saying that she takes after Blu, Blu being so genuinely touched and CG being low-key offended is perfect and I love it. It shows how close they are, how much they care about each other.

The the… zombie ppl??? I love the detail of how unlike a lot of teenage protagonists, Lucy listens to Blu, and gets out of danger. She trusts him to handle the situation on his own, and knows that the best thing that she can do right now is get to safety. There’s an implicit trust there, in spite of her clear issues with Blu not telling her things, and this is what I’m talking about when I say the character relationships are complex.

Oh fuck. The transitions? The way that it cuts from one character to another, each unintentionally completing one another’s scentences, and unknowingly engaging in conversation. It’s amazing storytelling, an amazing presentation and for some reason it just confirms to me that these characters are family. They fit together like puzzle pieces. I don’t know what else to say.

We get more info on our mysterious narrator, Mole, who is an amnesiac, and clearly going through it. During this scene we see a crumpled newspaper of what seems to be a younger version of him, winning an award for his dedication at being a subway motorman. His name is crossed out in black ink, so we can’t see it. Which makes me question, did he do this to himself? Is his amnesia a trauma response to everything he’s going through? Did something happen to the point that his brain decided shutting down and forgetting everything was better than remembering this one thing? And it hurts, because in the picture in the newspaper he looks so happy. So young. So alive. It’s a stark contrast to the man we see with bags under his eyes, talking to himself and becoming increasingly distressed. I read through the article, and again, props to the team, some other people might have just did random letters or whatever but they put in a whole ass-story, giving the viewers more info about Mole than even he has. We know he was a dedicated subway motorman. We know he was inspired by his father. We know he had a sister. But these answers only serve to bring up more questions? What happened to his sister? Was his father still alive at the time of he end of the world and what was their relationship like? Because there’s a chance that their relationship was really good, and that’s why he went on to become a subway motorman, but there is also the possibility that he was pressured into doing so, and the way that he complains about being on a train when the world ended makes me kinda lean towards that option.

Then we see CG and Lucy walking around the underground tunnels and we get more info on them. We find out that CG was created by Lucy’s mom, which begs the question of where is Lucy’s mom???? What happened to her? Is there a chance that she’s still alive? Does Lucy know what happened to her mother?? Or is this just another thing that Blu is keeping her in the dark about? Does Blu know what happened to Lucy’s mother???? Or— as you can see I am totally normal about this woman. Anyways.

CG is a fun character, optimistic and bringing a lighter atmosphere to the show, but there is just something… off about her in this scene. The disregard for the danger, the naiveté, the joyful voice in such a horrible situation, feels so wrong to me. I wonder though if CG chose to be like this, or a certain amount of it is her programming? Does CG know what happened to Lucy’s mom? I think CG was created to be take care of Lucy but it seems to be the other way around here, why is that?

And then we get info on Blu. Blu was a solider during the war when ppl were trying to get all the resources to race off into space. I wonder if Blu had believed that he would be granted a place on one of these ships. (If he managed to survive of course.) Or had he been in the military prior to all this, and was just pulled along? This makes me want to know more about his belief system before and after the end of the world. Also it is implied by CG that Blu is carrying a lot of pressure, and I wonder how that will be dealt with later on… hmm…

Also the music that plays when Blu uses his arms to pull down the wall? Amazing, I love it, I love the scene, I love the fact that he’s a cyborg, I am so invested in these characters already it’s killing me.

Then we see Mole almost (accidentally) kill Lucy and CG. He’s out of it, he’s the only person running the trains, he didn’t expect to have to watch out for anyone, I think that we can give him a pass on this. Blu doesn’t think so obviously.

(Sidenote: the way that Lucy curls into Blu, as he protectively shields her is so cute, my heart, help)

Blu is pissed. His tone doesn’t change too much, it’s light, but there’s this threatening undertone there that kinda creeps me out. Mole tells them he doesn’t have a name, before Blu forces him to tell them that its Mole. Wait… is he called that bc Moles live underground? Anyways, Blu wants to leave him to die there, which shows an interesting side of his character. Prior to this we’ve seen him take a protective, fun role as Lucy’s guardian but here we see this apathy towards someone who is obviously not doing so well. A lot of other people would be excited to find another living person in the apocalypse, but he’s fine just walking away. Is this just because he almost killed Lucy? Or is there something more going on here? In Blu’s bio on the rainbott instagram, it says that Blu was ‘left to die in a mysterious incident’ and it’s interesting that he feels fine leaving someone else to die in such horrible conditions. Again - complex character writing, props to the team.

But Lucy doesn’t want to leave him. This shows her compassion and maybe too her want for connection with other people. Blu resists; ‘Lucy that is the most unimpressive man I have ever seen,’ this line has no right to be so funny, esp with Mole just staring at him in the background. Did he hear that or is he too far away, too out of it? Then he relents, perhaps solely because of Lucy, or maybe also because of his own want to do the right thing. He doesn’t like Mole, he makes that obvious, but if Lucy want’s to adopt this strange hobo man, fine, if it makes her happy. He’ll do whatever it takes to make Lucy a little more happy.

Mole’s ‘it doesn’t want me to leave’ scares the shit out of me, and the way that he just freezes up when Acedia shows up…

The scene when it talks about humans really creeps me out, and makes me worried even more about Mole. Calling him ‘entertaining’ and saying that he ‘belongs’ to them. It sounds like it sees him as a toy at best, and reminds me of the way that Mole said earlier that the Monarchs had the power to ‘turn Earth into their own personal sandbox’. Did Acedia get rid of Mole's memories for that purpose? So that he would 'belong' only to them. I wonder though, why Mole, and if there were others, if Mole had to watch those around him die, or worse when they gave an answer that it didn’t like. I wonder what Mole has had to do to scrape by and survive, what he’s been through. But Blu pulls him along anyways, kind of against Mole’s will. Like obviously being with Blu, Lucy and CG is better than being with a horrifying shadow monster, but aforesaid horrifying shadow monster is going to be pissed at him. I wonder how he’s going to react to that, if he’ll lash out at Blu or worse, Lucy for rescuing him because now it’s gonna be angry and he’s gonna have to be the one to deal with the fallout of that.

Then the scene where Blu pretends to buy tickets to appease CG? It’s for comedic relief, but again it makes me think about Blu. Is he doing it because he knows CG will be annoying if he doesn’t? Or does he genuinely not want her to be hurt? I’m not sure.

Then the campfire scene. Lucy looks away when Blu removes his mask, Mole tries to lean in to see what’s behind it. Blu doesn’t like this, I assume it’s a sensitive subject, but Mole is again, kind of out of it. Mole is scared of Blu and Blu clearly knows this, even kinda uses it to freak him out. I’m looking forwards to see that relationship developing, maybe one that contrasts Mole’s relationship with Acedia, I dunno, someone who cares about him in this really twisted way that hurts him, and someone who at first doesn’t care at all(at first), but still takes care of him in spite of it. I dunno… just vibes.

And Lucy’s little ‘what if we tell ghost stories around the fire’ breaks my heart. It’s like she too, is in denial to a certain extent. This is just a fun camping trip not the end of the world. Everything is fine. Everything will be fine.

Then the post-credit scene. There’s presumably, something left of the government that is working to try and deal with the Monarchs, which gives me hope that there might be a way to stop them, a way to stop all this death and destruction. I am curious about what’s left of this order, what the gov was like during the war, and how they’re operating now. Also the way the commander calls the droid C21, and the way that CG is called CG, and the way that he says ‘find the girl’ and C21 frowns and does this have something to do with Lucy’s mom??????? What does any of this have to do with Lucy? Does she know more than she’s letting on, or does not even she know what she knows??? Help I need answers.

Also all the characters in the credits. I desperately hope that they find the main cast and all become friends pls.

CG’s little song is beautiful and I think that it embodies the heart of the show. Like I said earlier a lot of the stuff I’ve watched recently tries very hard to be dark and edgy and a dystopian show where all the characters have been trapped and abandoned and tortured is the perfect setup for some grim and gritty TV. But it’s… not. The characters are funny and lighthearted and smiling in spite of all the shit that’s going on around them. The characters are trying to be nice, to be good. They are connected, they are a family. It is a dystopian setting for sure, but I think that the story is about family, about love and caring for each other. The story is about Blu, Lucy and CG playing eye-spy. The story is about Lucy smiling when she tells Blu her mom said he was a bad influence. The story is about CG wanting Blu to get some rest and take a break. The story is about Mole’s desperate panic at trying to stop the train before it hits Lucy, and Lucy not wanting to leave him to die. The story is about four people sitting around a fire, listening to music.

I really love this story, and I hope to see more of it one day. It’s really beautiful.

#epilogue of endings #frogs rambles #thoughts #im sorry this is so long #this gave me brainrot #Youtube

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fiercefauna · 14 days ago

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This was part of the reason for my recent bout with anxiety - as you can see there’s a lot going on, and I don’t often attempt this kind of thing. Any who welcome to the Sanctuary! Formerly the Bismuth North Gate Mall, just grab your plague mask, park your crow-steed (Nox) pull up a chair as far as you can from anyone else, order a drink with an individually wrapped straw and try to pretend everything is still normal.

You can enjoy my concept art or keep reading for an additional tale with some lore.

Home and Family

“Mother, why is there a parking lot under the grass? Why does the Sanctuary say “Sears”? Did they build the new town over an older town?” Whitley was saying none of these things but I was fearing it. Barely four and already a historian, my - dream for a better future - had a habit of asking way too many questions. “Look!, there’s Aunt Yam!” I picked up my treasure and sat it on my shoulders so it could wave to the pale, bloated forms wandering the field beside the medical tent. The nearest mass unfolded its legs and craned its main neck till it was as tall as the lamp post.

Whitley called them Brontosaurs. I’d caught my child with books on prehistoric animals, but the subject of what piles actually were had never been broached, instead I was asked why the nox were never mentioned as they were clearly, dinosaurs. Two of the beaked quadrupeds were grazing on the bushes escaping an old median by the Sanctuary’s main curb. They were not quite animals and not quite people, lacking full literacy and language but doing some trading and scratching their cuneiform “names” into trees and wooden structures to mark their territory. Nox followed the miasma like jackals, immune to infection but reliant on the ecology of the hinterlands.

The Sanctuary had indeed once been a mall, having raised me and my siblings as though it were some benevolent corporate god. Though I soon tired of shopping, the promise of food, seasonal decorations, blue waterfalls and overgrown houseplants continued to call, and I answered, perhaps too many times - until it had closed, presumably forever. But the coming of the crow-suits and the nightmare sickness they claimed to fight, had turned the vacant buildings once more into a beacon, with storefronts walled off to become homes and offices and issued vouchers that could be used to acquire sweetened or bitter drinks and other refreshments, patrons lifting the noses of their biomechanical masks to access a straw.

My child was just as much a spawn of the miasma as the nox and piles outside but it was not ready to know this, or understand the implications. While the disease, or Elder thing, as I’d grown to call it, almost with a guilty affection, had done horrible things to everyone I had previously known, without it, there would have been no Whitley, for it had provided the parts used to create my child, my celebration of finally finding a home.

True my “husband” had been skeptical, leaving the sorcery all up to me, but he too was a product of this hell, for without the infection of Bismuth and its banishment to this hinterland, we never would have met each other. I could tell he had grown to love Whitley as much I did, even expressing concerns that I might be a bad influence.

Francis beckoned from a table he had managed to occupy in the pavilion. The proximity of free-range, giant afflicted to this fragile, wooden addition made many anxious despite the pile’s provision of no-rejection parts with regenerating nerves, as well as cavities that could harbor the severely damaged and re-grow them to near good as new. With a med tent just across the field they were absolutely essential. No where else in our vicinity were they allowed so close to people on a regular basis and so close to Whitley, whom they had made almost from scratch and of whom were especially proud.

#plaguecore #plague doctor #alien worlds #storytelling #concept art #plaguecore universe #plague doctor worldbuilding

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enchxanting · 8 months ago

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our love is god [ethan landry x reader] pt. 10

read part 9 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: slight violence, blood, murderous fantasies, and obsessive behavior

a/n: that awkward moment when you go to college and forget how to write fic. lol <3. here you go, im getting back into it so just a short chapter.

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Dear Diary,

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!

How the hell could I let this happen? What the fuck?

How does fighting with your best friend turn into triple homicide? How does getting a boyfriend make you an accomplice? A few weeks ago I was a girl with a crush, and now my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

I didn’t sleep last night. Ethan dragged me out of the house into his car. I was shaking the whole time. It didn’t feel real. We were speeding back to my house, swinging wildly around corners, and I remembered the way Mindy’s sliced throat bubbled with blood. I threw up all over myself and the passenger seat of Ethan’s car. That only scared me more. I thought he’d pull over and kill me right then, he seemed so manic, but he only glanced over and laughed. Fucking laughed.

That wasn’t even the sickest thing, though. He finally got to my house and I went to get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back so hard I thought he’d dislocate it. He didn’t say anything, but his expression was so terrifying I got the message: don’t say shit.

My parents barely noticed when I came home. They didn’t even realize I’d been out. Typical. My boyfriend killed the only people who cared if I lived or died. Except him, of course.

The sick thing is that I can’t forget that sweet, shy boy from the cafeteria. Whenever I see him it’s like I shut down. Like a deer in headlights. I’ve got no control over myself when I’m with Ethan. He brought me to his place, again. Just showed up in his car. I thought it was better to do what he wanted.

Thank god no school tomorrow.

Y/N

As soon as I close my diary, I feel a familiar presence behind my shoulders. I tense as he wraps his arms around my neck.

“Relax, Y/N,” Ethan says. “It’s like you saw a ghost.”

I’m still scared shitless by him, but his comment makes me so mad that I push him off and rise from the living-room couch. “What the fuck, Ethan?”

His mouth widens into a toothy grin. “A little dark humor, sorry. Just trying to lighten your mood.”

I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. He rolls his eyes and flops onto the couch. “So, who’s next? Should we kill Anika? Could be another suicide thing– not much to live for after your girlfriend and her brother and his kinda-girlfriend bite it. Or maybe Sam? She’s the reason you were even at Tara’s place that morning, after all.”

My blood runs cold. I open my mouth to say something, but the door slams. “Jesus, kids, you’re sure making a lot of fucking noise.”

Ethan’s dad waltzes in, smiling ear to ear. His shirt is partially unbuttoned and his hair and tie are askew. Sergeant Bailey smells like cigars, and I wrinkle my nose before I can stop myself.

Ethan rolls his eyes. “Celebrating, dad?”

The sarge pretends not to notice Ethan’s tone. “As a matter of fact, yes. We investigated and intercepted a pretty high-level bomb threat today. The captain took us out to celebrate. Still an asshole, though. I should be doing his job.”

“Bomb threat?”

“Yeah. A gnarly one, too. Some office building in the east of town. They put a Norwegian in the boiler room and a bunch of thermals upstairs that were gonna be set off after. Luckily the bomb squad got there before the clock reached zero. The captain…”

He keeps chattering about the details of his day and his “fucking idiot” of a boss, but it all fades out when Ethan gets that look in his eye again. I know this one: it’s the same look from the funeral. His eyes are stony. He’s forming a plan.

I can’t be in this house any more. I feel myself run out the door, and I almost make it to the street before a tight grip fastens itself around my waist. I kick and yell but to no avail. Ethan tightens his grip around me and kisses me, muffling my screams. I’m so claustrophobic, I can hardly breathe.

As he deepens this kiss, I do the only thing I can think of: I bite his lip, hard. He yelps and lets me go, and we both fall back onto the grass. He brings his hand down from his mouth, and I can see a trickle of blood on his fingers. “Cute, Y/N. Very fucking cute.”

“Leave me alone. We’re done. Whatever this thing is, it’s over.”

He grins, and there’s blood in his teeth. “You can’t bring them back. You’ve got to know that.”

I feel hot tears welling up. “I’m not trying to bring back anything, you psycho, except maybe myself.”

His face hardens. “I love you, Y/N. I love you a whole fucking lot. I’ve made that pretty clear. And you know what I can do. To anyone. For you. To you. So you’ll be back.”

His threat makes my head spin. I scramble back towards the road. For a second, I think he’s going to follow me, but he makes no move to get up.

When I hit cement, I turn on my heels and run. The sting of the wind burns my tear-tracked cheeks, but I don’t stop or slow until I’m safely upstairs in my bedroom with the door locked.

Dear Diary,

Am I going to homecoming, or hell?

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#scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry fanfiction #scream 2023 #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #heathers #heathers au #jack champion

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yanderelovlies · 2 years ago

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Can we please get a scenerio where Joseph is a play boy/ tom cat and what is life was like as Joseph living that lifestyle and then meeting MC. But MC does not return his feelings since they know that he's a play boy and is not interested in getting played. Thank you for reading!

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

Joseph never believed in love. He thought it was some fictional thing people only sang about to sell albums. No Joseph was the type to hop from bed to bed. He never means what he says to them. He just says them because he knows he can get what he wants out of them before moving on to the next partner.

Unfortunately for Joseph, this tactic only works when everyone is unaware of what he is doing. Eventually, he finds himself more on the streets than a warm bed. So leaves for El paso for a better life.

To his credit, it worked out! For the most part. He got a good job as a children's entertainer, which allowed him to get his own apartment. What didn't his change was his habit for a new partner every night. He didn't need to bed jump no more he could just bring them home. Which didn't help the spread of rumors, especially in the building.

He didn't mind it till you moved in a few doors down. Much like him, you had come from a smaller town hoping to find your way in the world. Except unlike him, you looked at the world with big innocent eyes. He wanted to destroy that.

So for months, that's what he had tried to do he got close to you as friend dropping hints that always seemed to go over your head. He got closer to you than he had with anyone else. Eventually, he forgot why he wanted to hurt you like that in first place, and dropped the whole thing together.

Or at least he tried to. Until one night, while staring up at the ceiling, he realized he was in love with you. He never slept that night. He couldn't stop analyzing every interaction the two of you had. Trying to see if there were signs that you liked him back. When you questioned him about the bags under his eyes. He couldn't help but just stare at you. Before shaking his head and reassuring you he was fine.

Eventually, he couldn't take it any longer, and one night when the two of you were hanging out at your place he confessed.

"Y/n I know this may seem....sudden." He wanted to look away from you, but he couldn't. He wanted to see your expression. "I like you. I like you a lot, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?"

You blinked at him your face slowly turning red before looking away. "I...I can't..."

He looked at you worried "what do you mean?"

You began to fiddle with your fingers "I know what you really want out of me...."

Joseph could feel his mouth run dry as he opened and closed it trying to say something. When he said nothing you continued "I hear the rumors...some even stop me in the halls to warn me of your....behavior."

All he could do was look at you in shock and fear. His past was...catching up to him, and there was nothing he could do.

"I don't want to end up with a broken heart...I just want to stay friends....please..." you never made eye contact with him. So you never saw the heartbreak on his face before he left.

Joseph spent the next few weeks avoiding you, drinking his sorrow, and pretending everything is okay the next day at work. It was torture for him. He couldn't even bring himself to sleep with anyone.

After half a month of this, Joseph began to think of the situation as a whole. It was no lie that he got himself into the situation, but surely there is a way to prove that he was ready to put that behind him.

And finally, after a month of avoiding you, he knocked on your door on Saturday night. You were hesitant to let him in, but eventually gave in.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you....I just-"

You shook your head "There is no need im....sure it hurt."

He stopped closing his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. "Look I just need you to know...I'm going to prove to you that I'm serious about you." His eyes met yours. You have never seen him so serious. "I don't care how long it takes or what I have to do. I will prove it to you."

You stared at him your mouth opening slightly before closing again. You looked away from him trying to come up with something to say.

"You don't have to say anything. I just...wanted you to know." He walked towards the door feeling slightly more relieved than has in a long time.

"I hope you're serious...I hope you prove us wrong."

Now he was more confident than more. Leaving with a smile and a promise to keep.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #joesph cullman #somethings wrong with sunny day jack joseph l #joseph x reader #sdj joseph #joseph haberdae #joseph cullman #joesph x reader #joesph cullman x reader

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 5 months ago

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Ok, sorry, I just need to rant about my version of Swap Sans

So, to me, the main building blocks of Underswap is that the characters who are swapped swap both their vibe and their place. What does this mean? Well, the place thing is easy, it just means that whenever you're supposed to meet a character you will meet their swapped counter part instead (That's why Asgore is in the Ruins) The vibes thing is a little trickier

I say vibes rather than personality for a reason, they don't swap personalities in my version of the au. Sans still loves puns, Papyrus is still a little obsessed with humans and puzzles, and Asgore still loves to garden! Their vibes are just a little different. Sans actually has the motivation to get up in the morning, Papyrus can now sit still on occasion, stuff like that. But they're still themselves, and that's what I find so fun about them

See, when you get to Snowdin town the boss you have to beat to get to Waterfall is Sans, as you may expect. But this Sans is still the Sans you meet in Undertale proper, and we all know how he can fight when he goes all out. So he doesn't!

So long as you're doing a neutral or pacifist run his fight is more like a test! He straight up tells you that he has 1 HP and any hit will kill him, so you'll need to show him how good you are at ACTing and talking your way out of fights. This is for a few reasons, but one I'll mention is that he's still really close to Toriel in this au. And some part of him wants to hope that maybe, maybe if you're skilled enough, his friend won't have to kill another human and break herself down even further

So it's a pretty easy fight, about as easy as the Papyrus fight in Undertale. He even offers to take you on a date for all the trouble, which is just as silly as the Papyrus date. But all of that is assuming that you play along

If you take your chance to attack him during the fight, he'll dodge out of the way. He'll scold you but chalk it up to butter fingers and let you off the hook. Do it three times though, and his eyelights go out. His smile drops. and he lets out a great sigh

"Huh, I don't know what I expected. Jokes on me for thinking it might be different this time I guess. Alright kid, you want a fight? I'll give you one"

And the fun little fight you were supposed to have early in the game goes full genocide run. He does not hold back, he does not show mercy, and he will taunt you about how many times he's killed you if you try hitting him again once you respawn. This Sans is VERY aware of your timeline shenanigans and unlike Undertale Sans, he has the motivation to cut your little game short before you can do any real harm

If you're doing a geno run he doesn't even pretend to like you once Pap is out of ear shot. He wants you dead, and the only reason he waits at all when he sees you step out of the Ruins covered in dust is because of how much faith he has in his brother. Surely someone as nice, and confident, and cool and Papyrus could get you to turn your ways around, right? If you were doing a geno run but don't clear out all the monsters before you fight Sans he'll have something to say about it

"Wow, look at you. Honestly, I didn't think it would work, but look at you! You've changed a lot huh? Sure, all that dust won't come out easy, but you haven't added to it since you got here. Want a medal? Look, I still don't trust you, but you've shown me there's at least some part of you that doesn't want to murder anything that moves. So I'll let you pass though to Waterfall, we don't even have to fight. Just hit that Spare button and we walk away like none of this ever happened"

He's true to his word too. You can go on a neutral run from here. But if you take this moment of Mercy to show Sans your true colors, he isn't prepared for it. Your attack hits him hard, bringing him to his knees as he starts to bleed. He laughs, telling you he should have expected as much from you, giving you one last warning to stay the fuck away from his brother before walking off screen. Getting to the tree line before his dust scatters into the snow, only leaving his little blue bandana for Papyrus to find later

#Underswap #US Sans #US Papyrus #Undertail au

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year ago

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Kalim, Azul: Silver Spoon, Golden Boy

Kalim my beloved sun spot... 🥺 Also, gotta love that classic Azul ass-kissing to the wealthy/j ashdaisdbasfiba I DON'T KNOW IF THIS WAS JUST ME, but I wonder if Kalim not knowing where the cash register was is a subtle nod to Princess Jasmine not knowing she had to pay for fruit (during that scene where she snuck out of the palace and into the bazaar)?? Maybe I'm overthinking it!

A Boy in Bloom, and his Blossoming Future.

"How do you spend your days off?"

"I dunno!" Kalim replied cheerily, not a care in the world. "I do lots of stuff, it depends on the day!

“I'll throw a banquet if there's something to celebrate or if there's someone that's feeling down. Sometimes I'll play with the animals—Scarabia has a whole menagerie—or I'll take magic carpet out for a ride! Sometimes I'll chill with Cater and Lilia, or see what Silver's up to in Diasomnia."

"My, my, you're quite sociable, Kalim-san," Azul crooned, simpering and sweet. "It's good to keep oneself busy, but it’s even more important to build and maintain relationships, wouldn’t you say? You manage to keep abreast of them both so effortlessly.”

“Aw, thanks a bunch!! I love hanging out with my friends! I’ve actually been trying to go out more lately instead of bringing people back to Scarabia. It makes Jamil upset with me when I bring over unannounced guests, so…”

“He said that?” Azul pretended to look taken aback. “How rude! I would certainly never do such a thing.”

“No, he didn’t say it. I can just tell. His face turns into this mask you can’t read, or he sighs and tells me off a little. But even if he’s not happy with me, Jamil always does what I ask. Always. For so many years.” Kalim’s smile dimmed, a slight sadness creeping onto his lips. “I don’t want to cause him more trouble than I already have.”

Azul frowned, his flattery faltering. Something genuine pushed out instead. “… Kalim-san. Your compassion for others truly is remarkable. Jamil-san may not voice his true thoughts, however… there is a part of him that notices your efforts and appreciates them.”

“You think so?” Hope welled in the birthday boy’s voice.

“Fufufu, of course. I’m a businessman—and if nothing, I know of people’s hearts.” Azul pushed his glasses up, the sunlight momentarily catching them in pure white. “Now then, please continue to be hat you were saying before. You’ve been going out more as of late?”

“Yeah!” He perked. “The other day, I went shopping with my dorm.”

“Shopping?”

“Shopping!!” Kalim affirmed with a nod. “Usually I’d have people do it for me, but getting to do it myself was like a whole new world! I want to try and be more independent, so I thought this would be a good first step.”

“Well… yes, it is. Baby steps, I suppose.” His interviewer quirked a brow. “And how did that trip go?”

Surely he couldn’t have run into any excessive issues. He was still accompanied by dorm members, so they should have kept him in check.

“It was so cool seeing the places that sell things! I thought that stores would be more like the bazaars back home, with everyone mostly selling one thing. The fruit vendor, the fish monger! Like that!

“It turns out that stores sell lots of stuff all in one place. I got excited seeing it all, I had to grab a little of everything!! Um... then I stood around!"

"... What for?"

"I didn't know where the cash register was!!" Kalim easily laughed it off. "But my dorm mates were nice enough to help me out! They showed me the way and helped bring over the stuff I wanted to buy.

"It was a lot of work hauling it all, so I got them thank-you gifts for the trouble! Then I saw something really amazing while we were checking out!!"

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"Carpet cleaner!"

"... I beg your pardon? Carpet cleaner?" It certainly wasn't the first thing Azul would have imagined to capture the eye of such a wealthy boy.

"Magic carpet wasn't able to make the trip into town with us. I thought he'd feel sad if he didn't get a souvenir... so I hope 50 boxes of carpet cleaner make it up to him!

"Magic carpet loves taking baths! I know cuz Jamil's let me take over scrubbing magic carpet down. His fabric gets all covered in bubbles and he gets all relaxed. It's like he's getting a good massage!"

Azul patiently listened—and internally, he boggled at the mental arithmetic. “A little of everything” plus a thank-you gift for every Scarabia student and last-minute carpet cleaner quickly added up to a monstrous sum. He had no doubt that Kalim had fumbled at the cash register, trying to pay for a simple transaction in several thousand thaumark bills.

That’s one part of Kalim-san that won’t be changing anytime soon: his generosity.

If the octopus was lucky, he, too, would be graced with a smidgen of it. But Azul did not think himself a betting man. Every ounce of energy dedicated to the day was to up those odds.

"I see now. I'm glad to hear that the trip went off without any hitches!" Azul gushed. "You've learned so many new things this year--and I know you'll only continue to grow from here on out! I'm most honored to be your peer.

"You're broadening your horizons with each passing day. You're not the same Kalim-san from winter break. No--even back during the cultural festival, I sensed something different in you."

"Gahahah! You remember that." His garnet eyes softened with both fondness and sadness. "VDC was so much fun! It was also the first time I realized... all my life, I've been given everything I've ever wanted. I never really earned it, did I? I got it just for existing."

From the moment he had been born, there had been a silver spoon in his mouth, and he was golden. The future bright, a guarantee for him. Never questioned, never challenged.

His heart quivered.

"I got used to it, and I expected it. I never thought about what would happen if things changed. Then Jamil was picked as a lead vocalist--and I was so happy for him, but also so frustrated with myself. I knew... I couldn't stand at the same level as him. We didn't shine the same.

"Things can never be like they were ever again. Not until I earn that spot for myself! Not until I can stand on my own two feet at shopping and washing carpets and singing! That's my goal: to make my future golden myself."

"Kalim-san..." Azul pursed his lips. A second later, he let his words go. "Are you aware of how diamonds are formed?"

"Hmm? No, why do you ask?"

"Simply put, diamonds are the result of common carbon deposits being exposed to considerable heat and pressure. It takes billions and billions of years to form a single gem... and even then, a diamond is not always perfect. They can be too small, too rough, any number of things which may make it undesirable to consumers--but a diamond is only a diamond because of all the time and energy spent to form it."

Azul smiled, lowering into a bow. "Kalim-san, you are still in the process of becoming a diamond yourself. When that day should finally arrive, you will be a splendid one."

“Azul!!”

His hat and glasses were almost knocked off from the impact of Kalim colliding with him. Arms wrapped around the merman and squeezed, the embrace like a single drop of sun unfurling into a great spotlight.

“Thanks for believing in me!" Kalim cried through watery eyes. "I promise… I promise I’ll make you guys proud!!”

Azul chuckled. "I'll prepare my standing ovation when the time comes. Any plans to enter VDC as well next year?"

"Maybe when my singing's up to snuff! I've gotta cram in lots of practice until then!"

"Ah, yes. Best of luck then--but do let me know if you are ever in need of any musical accompaniment! I play piano quite well if I do say so myself, and I would be more than happy to lend a helping hand to your efforts."

"Gee, thanks, Azul!! You're so kind! I don't know why Jamil tells me to watch out for you. We should totally jam out sometime."

"Fufufu, why indeed..." Azul glanced up, shading his eyes against the sun, and smirked. "Speaking of Jamil-san, we wouldn't want to keep him waiting. I'm sure he has prepared a grand feast in honor of your special day."

"Oh crap, you're right! I gotta get going!!" Kalim scrambled for his broom, handling it like a hot potato. When he had, at last, clumsily mounted it, he cast a look at his classmate. "See you at the party, Azul?"

"I will be there to support you."

"Cool, see you there!"

With only one hand clutching onto the handle, Kalim took off on his broom. Gold and blue sparkles trailed behind him, white petals spiraling in the vortex of magic.

Even he rose higher and higher, Kalim didn't hesitate to look down. Filled with adrenaline--that oh-so-familiar rush, an indescribable feeling--he excitedly waved farewell to his friend.

He was off to see unbelievable sights, to visit dazzling places he never knew, to learn more of them.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Azul Ashengrotto #Kalim Al-Asim #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #something no one asked for #Kalim birthday takeover

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iwishiwasbatman · 1 year ago

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Masked Love (Part 10)

Pairings- Jason Todd x OC; Dick Grayson x Platonic!OC

Warnings- Violence, guns, cursing

Summary- When the city goes to hell, Elana steps in to try and regain some control. An old foe create chaos as Elana tries to take matters into her own hands while saving the ones she loves.

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“You have got to be kidding me,” I groaned as a broadcast came onto the small video monitor in the abandoned building me, Dick, and Conner were holed up in.

“Hello, Gotham. This is Red Hood, coming to you live from the most exclusive spot in town,” Jason said in the video. He panned the camera around, showing the Batcave. “For too long, this city has been at the mercy of criminals. And I’m not talking about the Penguin, and the Riddler, and the Joker. I’m talking about the ones who pretend to help, but only make things worse.” I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes. He was going to get it.

“No way,” Conner said.

“First it was Batman, now it’s the Titans,” Jason continued. “Hypocrites who feed off your terror in pursuit of glory and they turn Gotham into a city of carnage. There’s a new savior in town. First thing I’m going to do is burn the trash. You hear me Nightwing?” Conner and I turned to Dick. “You’re public enemy numero uno… But not for long. Meet me at midnight. You know the place. It’s time for us to finish this.” With that, the transmission cut. Dick turned and made a beeline for the exit. Conner and I followed.

“He’s right. Time to finish this,” Dick said.

“I’m sorry, you can’t be serious,” I scoffed.

“I am. This needs to stop,” Dick replied.

“We’ve got to get back to Wayne Manor,” Conner said.

“We can’t just burst in there. That’s what he wants,” I pointed out.

“That’s what he expects,” Dick added. “We need to break through the security system remotely and I can do that at Wayne Enterprises.” He turned to me. “Elana, get out there and be my eyes and ears.” He turned to Conner. “Stay here.”

“Are you talking to me or Krypto?” Conner asked with an edge in his voice.

“Both.” I stood there awkwardly.

“So, I’m good enough for getting groceries, but not this?” Conner exclaimed.

“I need you to stay here. I’ll see you when I get back,” Dick brushed him off.

“Hey!” Conner gabbed Dick’s arm, spinning him around. I stood back, ready to jump in. “Blackfire was shot! I’m not gonna stay here and do nothing.”

“Look, our best chance of connecting with Blackfire is through that radio. I need you to be here if they call,” Dick said. Conner didn’t reply, but he didn’t remove his hand. “Conner, I need you to let go of my arm.” After a second, he did. “Be here when I get back.” I gave Conner a reassuring look before hurrying after Dick.

“Why can’t we come with?” I asked.

“I need Conner manning the radios and I need you to see what’s going on in the streets. Besides, I can handle getting into Wayne.”

“What if I go to the Manor? I could get in and Jason wouldn’t touch me,” I said.

“Crane’s probably there. I doubt he’d let you off easy. And like I said, I need you in the streets.”

“I think Conner thinks you don’t trust him,” I said, switching the subject.

“I do,” Dick said.

“Don’t tell me, tell him.”

“Elana, we don’t have time.” He brushed past me, making me huff in annoyance.

“You know, this is exactly what Bruce used to do that made you mad. You’re being a hypocrite,” I said.

“Hey, I’m-“

“I get it, really. This is a terrible time with Crane and Jason and the drugs, but you’re the leader of this team. Step up and act like it,” I finished, walking away. Dick didn’t try to stop me. “I’m sorry about him,” I said to Conner once I got back.

“Why are you apologizing? You’re not the one being a jerk,” Conner sighed.

“I’ve been cleaning up after him for years, I do this a lot.” I shrugged. I went and grabbed my duffle bag. “I’m supposed to go patrol the streets. I’ll see you later, but if you need anything, call me.” Conner nodded, turning back to the radio. I sighed and turned to the exit.

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I crouched down on top of the rooftop of Crime Alley, stalking a drug dealer as he approached a couple of kids. His jacket was bulging, meaning he was about to give these high schoolers more drugs than could fit in the backpacks they were carrying. That was a lot. As he stood in front of the kids, one of them began to pull out a wad of cash. I jumped down and landed behind the dealer.

“Selling to kids?” I said. “I’m disappointed.” The dealer whipped around and the second he did, I punched him in the face. He went down, bags of who-knows-what falling out of his jacket.

“You b-“

“Ah, ah. There are kids around. No profanity,” I tutted, cutting him off. I kicked his head down into the ground and he was out cold. “Now,” I turned to the boys, “care to explain why a couple teenagers are buying a crap-ton of drugs?” The stood there, speechless. “Hello? I’m talking to you two.”

“Uh… we-we…” one started, gulping.

“Do you see the city? Everyone is taking drugs. We thought we’d get ahead of the curve,” the other shot at me, crossing his arms.

“And that’s why the city is dying. You think adding more addicts to the mix will make it any better?” I asked. He didn’t respond. “That’s what I thought. Now leave and don’t let me catch you buying again.” With that, they scurried off. I huffed, rolling my eyes.

“You’re no Titan, but you certainly are one of those masked freaks,” a voice said from behind me.

“And you must be a very brave soul to approach a “masked freak”,” I sighed, turning around. He was a tall man with dark eyes and a gun in his hand. He was at the entrance of the alley. “How much water have you had today?”

“Eight cups a day, just like my doctor recommended.” He grinned.

“Delightful,” I muttered. “How ‘bout you put that gun down and we talk this out?”

“Sorry, I gotta protect my city,” he said, clicking the safety off. In the blink of an eye, I threw one of my daggers at the gun, knocking it out of his hand. He let out a pained scream and clutched his hand.

“You should leave. You seem like you need some sleep,” I said. He went for the gun on the ground, but I quickly shot an arrow through his hand. He cried out again. “Come on, man,” I groaned. “I’m giving you an out. Now run along before the next one goes through your eye.” Finally listening, he ran.

A buzzing from my gauntlet caught my attention, and I opened it. The police scanner had a call coming in about a break in at the local pharmacy. Sighing, I adjusted my quiver strap before heading to the location.

About halfway there, I got another alert, this time from my personal security system. Someone was in my apartment, but I couldn’t tell who. They were just a dark shadow. I muttered a curse under my breath. I could go stop a potential threat to the city, or a potential problem for me. I took another look at my camera to see the figure was now sitting in my island chair. Though I couldn’t see who it was, they had the build of a woman and was holding something I recognized to be a knife. In an almost malicious way, the figure waved. Whoever this was clearly was waiting for me. That made my decision.

I continued on my way to the pharmacy, the dark figure in my living room in the back of my mind. I shook my head to clear it as I got to the rooftop across from the pharmacy. There were three cars sitting just outside and another five in the parking lot across the street. I wasn’t sure if all of those cars were part of this, but I couldn’t rule it out.

I dropped down onto ground level and crept toward the back entrance. I strung my bow and kicked open the door, ready to release the arrow at the first sign of movement. The room was clear, but it was just a storage room. What worried me was that, though the room was full of prescriptions and medications, it seemed to be untouched. Why break into a pharmacy and not steal drugs?

Noises came from outside the door. Harsh voices and bangs that clearly weren’t good noises. I peeked through the crack between the door and the wall. From what I could see, which was very little, was a lot of bodies and guns in their hands. I couldn’t tell how many were there because of my limited view and lack of light. What alarmed me the most was the two figures crouched behind the counter. Hostages. This whole thing just got even more complicated.

“Are we in over our heads? What if we all get arrested?” I heard one male voice ask.

“Red Hood wouldn’t let that happen. We’re just helping,” another answered.

“He said the Titans are the problem. If this works, we could eliminate one of them and be in Red Hood’s favor,” a woman added. They were doing this to attract a Titan’s attention? They’d be disappointed when they see it’s me. I whistled softly, positioning myself on the side of the door.

“Did you hear that?”

“Dude, you’re being paranoid.”

“No I swear to god, I heard something.”

“If you’re so sure, go figure it out.” I heard footsteps coming my way and curled my hands into fists, ready to strike. He opened the door and I grabbed him, landed a perfect punch to his jaw, and shut the door with my foot. While he was off balance, I smashed his head into the wall twice, effectively knocking him out.

“Tom?” his friend asked from outside the door. “Whoever you are, come out and we won’t hurt anyone.”

“Do you promise?” I asked in a mocking tone. The footsteps grew louder and greater in number.

“Who are you?” another demanded.

“Batman,” I snickered. I rolled a smoke pellet through the door crack and it burst, covering the room in smoke. I jumped out of my hiding spot and rammed into the first guy, knocking him into another. I sent a flying kick at the guy next to him and swept another’s legs. Gunshots rang out around me, and I did my best to dodge stray bullets, though I could only really pray for a miracle in this situation. I first came out of the smoke, directed at my face. I ducked under it and caught it before jerking it to the side with a snap. I threw the victim into another, causing bothering to hit the floor.

From there, it was a mess of fists and bullets. I proceeded to kick the perps into each other and into walls. I had most of them down when something clicked behind me.

“Don’t move,” a shaky voice threatened.

“Or what? You’re gonna shoot me?” I laughed. I threw my elbow back into the gun as it went off and punched the guy in the face. He went down hard. I kicked the last couple guys in the faces and headed to check in on the hostages. “Are you guys okay?” I asked, offering my hand. The woman took it and nodded. The man was more hesitant to trust me, but ended up taking my hand anyway. “Call the police,” I instructed.

As they did that, I walked over to one of the men on the ground who was still conscious. I pulled him up by the collar and slammed him into the wall.

“You did all this to get my attention?” I asked.

“We wanted a Titans,” he stammered.

“Who said you didn’t get one?” I replied. “Red Hood isn’t someone to idolize. Tell your friends that if I see even one of you pulling anything like this again, I’ll come for all of you.” I slammed him into the wall one time before letting him drop to the ground. I turned back to the workers. “I have somewhere else to be, but the police should be here soon. If any of them try anything, just punch them.” Leaving it at that, I headed out the back door. As I began heading toward my apartment, I patched into mine and Jason’s private comm channel. “Hood?”

“Look, if you’re checking in to yell at me, I’m really not in the mood,” he responded.

“Like you would listen to me,” I scoffed. “I just ran into some of your fanatics. They took a pharmacy hostage to get a Titan’s attention. You’ve caused quite the commotion.”

“You say it like I did it on purpose,” he huffed.

“You sound tired.”

“I am.”

“That leads me to assume you’re not the one sitting in our apartment,” I said.

“There’s someone in our apartment?” He sounded more alert.

“I think they’re there for me. I’ll deal with it.”

“I’m on my way,” he said.

“No, it’s fine. I got it,” I assured him.

“Lanes, there’s only one kind of person that can get past our security,” Jason warned.

“Code names, idiot. I’m in the field,” I hissed.

“My bad, Huntress,” he said sarcastically. “I think I need to come back you up.”

“I need to do this alone,” I said. I was at the fire escape that led to my room.

“Fine, just keep your comm line open. If anything happens, at all, I’m coming to get you,” Jason sighed.

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “I’m going in.”

“Please be careful,” was the last thing he said. I put in my passcode to the window lock and it popped open, letting me slip inside. My feet hit the carpeted floor without a sound and I crept toward my living room, holding a dagger.

“You don’t have to lurk, my love. This is your own home.” I huffed in annoyance and relaxed slightly.

“Don’t call me that,” I said, walking into the living room area. Talia al Ghul sat on a bar stool in the kitchen, flipping a dagger in her hand.

“Why? Does it bring up past memories?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard you call B that.” I pulled down my hood and took off my mask.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever called love. You liked it when you were younger.”

“That’s because you were the adult figure in my life at that point that didn’t beat me with a stick every time you saw me. Don’t get me wrong, you did it a lot, just not every time.”

“It made you better,” Talia said simply.

“Okay, enough of that. Why are you bothering me?” I asked.

“I didn’t mean any unpleasantness,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I said sarcastically, crossing my arms.

“I’m here on behalf of my father and the rest of the League,” she said.

“Then you should just leave now.”

“We have an offer to make you.” She set down a file on the table and I knew what was coming. “Take out the target and we’ll leave you and everyone you care about alone.” I lifted my eyebrow before hesitantly reaching for the Manila folder. “I’m sure you’ve already thought about taking this one out.” The cold eyes of Jonathan Crane greeted me as I opened the file. Even on paper, he looked like a stoner.

“Why do you want me to kill Crane?” I shut the folder.

“He’s become a potential problem,” she answered.

“Is that a fancy way of saying you needed someone I wouldn’t mind killing to try to tempt me back into the League? I know your game. No thanks. You can leave now.”

“We’re not trying to do anything. We simply want Crane taken care of,” Talia tried to argue.

“Talia, I’m not gonna ask you again. Get out. Now,” I demanded.

“I’m coming to you,” Jason’s voice chimed in from my comms. I wanted to respond to tell him no, but I didn’t want Talia to know I was on comms with him. Instead, I turned my comms off.

“You realize this is your chance to protect the people you love. Probably the last chance you’ll be offered. It’s selfish to decline,” she said.

“Then I guess I’m selfish. But let’s be honest, the League doesn’t make assassins like it used to, so there isn’t much to worry about.”

“You sound awfully sure of that for someone who hasn’t part of the League for seven years.”

“Fine. Tell me if I’m wrong. Your father won’t lift a finger unless it’s his life or death, you aren’t really much of a threat, your sister isn’t around, Deathstroke is too dead to work for you, Rictus sucks, and Lady Shiva is someone I’ve beat multiple times.”

“You’re arrogant.”

“No, I’m honest. Nothing you threaten to do scares me nor worries me.” There was a pause.

“Very well,” she sighed, straightening her stance. “I truly hope we don’t meet again, for your sake.”

“Me too.” I locked my eyes onto hers with a harsh, cold look in them. She didn’t try to say anything else, just simply turned and walked out the door. “Asshole,” I muttered once she was gone.

“Jay?” I asked into my comms after turning them back on.

“Are you okay? Your comms went out,” he sounded scared.

“I turned them off. I was in control of the situation. Talia’s gone,” I sighed.

“Did she hurt you?”

“No, Jay. I swear I’m fine.”

“I’m just checking. I don’t trust Talia as far as I can throw her,” he sighed.

“Hey, Jay?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can we meet? My room at the Manor?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Crane’s here and he’s not exactly your biggest fan,” Jason said.

“Please, Jay. I have to grab something,” I pleaded.

He hesitated, but eventually sighed. “Fine, but we stay in your room.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

A few minutes later, I arrived at the Manor and climbed in through the window. Jason was sitting on my bed.

“Hey,” he greeted, standing up. I echoed him as I took off my hood and mask and unzipped my jacket, throwing it onto the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired,” I muttered, collapsing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me in response and kissed the top of my head. “So much is going wrong and I keep trying to fix it, but I just can’t. I’m pretty sure I’m just making it worse.”

“You’re not making things worse. None of this is your fault,” Jason reassured me.

“Jay, please, call this off. This stupid thing with Dick. It’s just going to irritate everyone. Nothing’s gonna happen,” I pleaded, pulling back enough to look him in the eye.

“I can’t do that, Lanes, you know I can’t,” he sighed.

“Why not?”

“I can’t back out. All of Gotham saw the announcement and Crane would lose what’s left of his mind if I just dropped it.”

“Screw Jonathan Crane. Let’s just disappear. Tonight, we can do it. The Bahamas,” I begged.

“I told you I can’t.”

“What the hell do you have to prove?!” I raised my voice.

“Keep your voice down!” Jason hissed.

“Why should I?! Crane’s in the Cave that you showed him!” I poked his chest. “He can’t hear me!”

“So, this is all my fault?!”

“Yes, it is!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Elana!”

“That you’ll stop this!” Then, I lowered my voice. “You and I, Jay. We take Crane out right now and then this can all be over.”

“The Titans will never let me back in, not after this whole thing,” he sighed.

“Then screw the Titans. Jason, let’s just leave. We have the world, and, yes, I love Gotham, it’s my home, but maybe it’s time to move on.”

“Elana-“ A knock at the door cut Jason off.

“Hey, Jason, who you taking to?” Crane asked from the other side of the door. I quickly ducked down on the other side of the bed as the door knob turned.

“No one,” Jason lied.

“I thought I heard yelling,” Crane said. I held my breath.

“I was on the phone,” Jason said.

“With who?”

“Elana.”

“What did she want?” Crane asked, starting to walk further into the room.

“Why do you care?” Jason contested.

“She wanted you to leave Grayson alone, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything,” Jason insisted.

“This is her room, am I right?” I clenched my fist at his words, my knuckles turning white. I could feel the tension in the air. “It’s very in character. How is she, by the way?”

“I told you to leave her out of this.” Jason’s voice steeled.

“Relax, I’m just curious,” Crane said. There was a pause.

“What?” Jason spoke up.

“Nothing, nothing at all. You… you should get going. Wouldn’t want to keep Grayson waiting,” Crane said absentmindedly.

“Yeah. After you,” Jason said. Again, there was a pause before two sets of footsteps faded out the door. I sighed and got up. There were two options in the situation; I could go try to stop Dick from meeting Jason, or I could go see what Crane had going in the Cave. Maybe I could manage both. I threw on a quarter-zip and put my hair in a ponytail while trying to contact Dick on my comms.

“Dick,” I called into them, keeping my voice down.

“You were supposed to check in an hour ago,” he responded.

“Where are you?” I asked, putting on my gloves.

“The radio station. Where are you?”

“You’re lying. You’re on your motorcycle,” I said, ignoring his question. “I have a plan, but you need to listen to me. I’m doing recon on the Manor-“

“You’re doing what?!” Dick practically screamed.

“Jesus, you’re gonna blow my eardrum. I can do this right, without being seen, as long as you can distract Jason without getting too close. No full-on fight. Just lead him on.”

“What are you talking about? Crane is at the Manor,” Dick argued.

“And I have a plan for that. I’ll be in and out, but I’ll need a pickup, so you can’t, for the love of all things, engage with Jason.”

“Are you sure you can pull this off?”

“Positive.”

“I’ll do my best,” Dick sighed.

“Okay. Get to the Manor in twenty and check in with me in seven minutes,” I told him.

“Copy that,” he said.

“Huntress out.” I turned off my comms. I threw the parts of my suit I wasn’t wearing into a duffel bag and dropped it out the window, near my bike. Per mine and Bruce’s agreement, there were no security cameras outside my door. I took the liberty of disabling the ones outside my window, as well.

Before I dropped my gauntlet with my other stuff, I played back old footage of Bruce in the fourth floor main hallway and sent it to the Batcomputer. Bruce still didn’t know I could do this. I waited for the sound of footsteps to hit the stairs before looping all the first floor cameras and heading down to the Cave. Jason had left to go fight Dick and I had sent Crane upstairs, so I would be able to get down without any interference.

The first thing I did when I got down was play the sound of footsteps through random cameras on the fourth floor to buy myself time without Crane. Then, I took in the damage. The trophy cabinet was broken into, weapons were missing, random files were out on the floor, and it seemed as if Crane had gotten into electronic files, too.

I checked the electronic files first, seeing as those had the most information. I didn’t even have to log in, it was already open. There were 34 files viewed in the last 24 hours, which worried me. But what made my heart skip the most was a new file labeled Elana Queen. It wasn’t something Bruce made. It was made 15 hours before. Hesitantly, I clicked into it.

Under the basic information of my appearance and affiliations, there were dozens of lines of theories, each about me. Who trained me, my allies, even incidents I could’ve been involved in. The worst part was that most of them were accurate. A set of footsteps pulled my attention away.

“You like it?” I turned around to face Crane. The sight of him made my stomach jolt in disgust. His face was all sliced up, gross divots in his skin that set me on edge. Despite that, he wore a smile. “How’d I do?”

“A shitty job,” I growled.

“Sorry to hear that,” he said, dropping a chained scythe so it hung by his feet. “This going to sound weird, but I’d just like to say that you’re my favorite Titan, so I almost feel bad doing this.”

“You could always not,” I offered. I drew away from the computer, so that I was fully facing the manic and ready to pounce. I made the connection I would have to go deal with Jason and Dick after this, seeing as Dick hadn’t checked in, so I couldn’t spend forever with Crane.

“I don’t think you know how this works.”

“Sadly, I do.” He swung his scythe up at me and I activated my cuffs in time to block the attack. He kept swinging and moved toward me, but every attack glanced off the metal of my cuffs. I eventually managed to dodge the blade and grab the chain it was on. I yanked it toward me, pulling him close enough to send a punch to his face. He collapsed to the ground and I pulled his weapon out of his hands, tossing it to the side. Then, I pinned him down, throwing continuous punches to his face.

My brain went numb as my fist slammed into him over and over again. Blood splattered across his face and onto my skin, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. This man had gotten my boyfriend killed and then turned him into a killer. He was the reason the city was going to shit and I couldn’t do anything about it.

Crane’s eyes never lost their mischief, even as they struggled to keep open. His laugh was the thing that stopped me. It was airy and weak, but that did nothing to effect the evil in it. I froze as my fist hung over his face and my chest heaved. I could feel the fire in my eyes. If I kept it up, I would kill him.

“You- you gonna finish it?” he breathed. I activated my cuff once again and aimed it at his throat, inches away from his skin. A million thoughts rushed through my head. A small voice yelled at me to kill him right there, but another voice told me not to. I couldn’t think straight so much to the point my hand shook. My eyes burnt holes in his head, but he simply laughed. With a frustrated cry I shoved myself off him and to my feet. “Oh, come on. Kill me,” he wheezed.

“You’re lucky I have better things to do,” I growled. His laughter echoed throughout the Cave as I took off upstairs.

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I arrived at the scene of the commotion where Jason and Dick were fighting as a crowd had gathered. I watched as Dick grabbed one of Jason’s guns and pointed it at Jason, who was on the ground. I flew off my motorcycle and threw my helmet to the ground, sprinting toward the two costumed men. Dick had gotten distracted by the crowd, and hadn’t seen Jason stand up behind him, loading a gun and pointing it at his head.

“Don’t!” I yelled, throwing myself in between them, so my back was to Dick. “If you want to shoot him, you’ll have to shoot me first.” Jason’s eyes softened, but his gun never lowered.

“Elana?” Dick breathed from behind me. I didn’t respond, too focused on Jason.

“I dare you,” I said to my boyfriend. I stared at him with challenging eyes, daring him to make another move, but before either of us could, three gunshots rang out from behind me. I whipped around to see a kid about my age standing with a gun pointed at Dick and and the latter bleeding from his neck in a bad spot.

“Shit!” I cursed.

“I did it for you,” the boy told Jason. Then, the crowd started chanting his name and moving in toward Dick.

“Give me your gun,” I demanded, turning back to Jason. He didn’t move. “Now!” He shook his head as if clearing his mind and handed me his gun, emotionless eyes never leaving Dick. “Leave. I’ll deal with you later,” I ordered. Once again, he stayed put. “Jason!”

“Right, yeah,” he mumbled before turning and sprinting away. I turned to the crowed that had we ended upon Dick and shot my gun into the air.

“Everyone, leave!” Most backed away before running off, but I had to knock a couple of the braver ones’ guns out of their hands before they got the message. When they were clear, I dropped to Dick’s side and immediately put pressure on his wound. Fear crept up my throat as I realized how bad the wound was. “Come on, Dick,” I muttered. “Stay with me.” He opened his mouth to respond, but only coughed up blood. My heart dropped in my chest. I was going to lose him.

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