#my stupid ass jaw wheres the ibuprofen

[marciliedonato]

they could be playing stay rn and have gerard on the cross for all i know

[oh-for-fic-sake]

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, flirting, Bruce is frustrated

A/n:So been in a dc mood today and couldn’t get this out of my head i really hope you enjoy it xx

Bruce meets you when you both get called into the school and instantly wants you to himself.

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle.

You grumbled as you walked up to the pretentious school pissed that it wasn't near any bus routes, cos these type of people don't use that sort of thing. The walk was long and arduous especially after the 10 hour shift you just finished cos some stupid little twat decided he didn't feel like coming in today and called in 'sick' at the last minute even tho you heard his giggling girlfriend in the back ground. Sighing you pulled out your hair tie slapping it up into a neater messy bun as you made your way into the school reception stopping ,you raised an eyebrow at the receptionist as she gave you a side glance pretending not to notice you. You looked up to the ceiling praying for some restraint because you'd had just about as much as you could take today and didn't need the snobby attitude of these people. After a few moments you looked at her.

"Excuse me I'm here to see Mr Koleman I'm running a bit late so could you sign me in?" you said as calm as possible she rolled her eyes.

"Mr Kolman doesnt take personal meetings on the school grounds" she said snidely dismissing you , you growled at the implication.

"I'm Jack Cookes sister you phoned me earlier?"

"oh? you have an appointment?" she said. you grit your teeth.

"Trust me if I didnt I wouldnt be here" she gave you the once over then reached a perfectly manicured hand beside her screen lifiting a clip board

" and your Mrs?" you shook your head

"Miss Cooke with an e" a chuckle and whispers rippled through the office as she checked you in and handing you a visitors pass. You snatched it and made your way down to the hall to a mini reception outside the principles office. As you opened the door you spotted your little brother supporting a bloody nose ,cut cheek and eyebrow. Ignoring everyone you ran across the room stopping before him and his best friend.

"Oh for fuck sake Jack, here let me look" you said tilting his face this way and that you looked beside him swivling on your feet pulling the boys face up.

"Damien are you ok- seriously you to?" you cut yourself off seeing a dark bruise on the boys jaw you tutted rummaging through your bag pulling out a pack of ibuprofen and small bottle of water passing it to them both.

"here take these" stopping as the principles secretary snapped at you.

"Miss! you cannot give medication to other student's god knows what they are!!" you rolled your eyes giving the sleeve of tablets to Jack who then popped out two and gave them to Damien before taking his own.

"Happy?" you quipped at her with an innocent smile then turned to Jack

"Jack please please tell me you still have all your teeth" he smiled showing a full set then looked at Damien who copied. You sighed in relief smoothing both boys hairs then placed a kiss on each of their heads. You continued coddling them unaware of the man behind you watching shocked as damien sat still letting you fuss over him. Bruce didnt know you from adam but damien apparently did

"Was it them again? I told you if your gonna retaliate keep it off campus!" you said kneeling in front of them hand on either boys knee.

"We didn't start it." your brother stated and you believed him , he and Damien get themselves into trouble I mean there a couple of teenage boys there bound to act up but he doesn't just 'verbally disrespect people and attack other students' as the teacher on the phone had put it.

"Ok what happened?" you asked they both looked down Damien spoke up first

"They started calling us names again, kyle tripped and blamed Jack for it getting him told off so i called Kyle out on it then they started calling us names again we told Mrs Hatt and she laughed saying sticks and stones" . Jack continued

"So I called her a drunk fat bitch who was at best a fucking baby sitter, kyle slammed my head into the desk for it cos he's a little ass lick." you sighed as Damien took over

"SoIi punched kyle in the face knocking him on his ass and Clarence hit me and Jack headbutted him then we were pulled apart"

"yeah were did you learn to punch like that? he went down like a sack of shit" Jack asked laughing damien joined him laughing you deadpanned as they high five'd one another.

"Ok guys thats neither here nor there the point is your teacher sat back and watched?" they nodded there teacher seemed to have a problem with your brother due to your social class, he'd been accepted as part of a new law that all private schools must accept a certain number of full scholarship students to give everyone 'an equal opportunity' you'd been complaining to the school about the bullying and the teachers attitude but nothing has been one it seems.

"So you didn't hit them first?" you asked Damien shook his head at you. you believed them they were good kids.

"Good but you know fighting isn't the answer right?" they shook their heads you stood up fully taking a seat beside them.

"Damien thank you for helping him and Jack fuck sake don't you know headbutting hurts you more than the other guy. I'm sorry this is still happening guys but I'm gonna take care of it ok? trust me?" they both nodded at you still looking a little sorry for themselves you swung around in your seat only now seeing Bruce sitting opposite you.

"Bruce Wayne, you must be Jacks sister Y/n was it?" you nodded as his hand devoured your in a hand shake.

"Yep that's me. sorry your boy got dragged into this" he chuckled waving it off

"He will always find trouble at least this time its for sticking up for his friend, im glad to finally have a face to put to the name they talk about you alot" you nodded at that couldn't help your breathing hitch slightly at his smile his eyes seemed to burn into you analyzing you. You flushed slightly under his gaze

"Good things i hope" he nodded at you licking his bottom lip damien sighed you loked away before smirking at Jack.

"You really called her a drunk fat bitch?" he laughed proud of himself

"Yeah, sticks and stone and all that thought id test it" you laughed out loud

"To quick for them huh? I see where your going with it tho smart ass" he smiled sheepishly

"Well it worked for you, had to give you a leg to stand on" you laughed high fiving him . Bruce flinched as the display made you look your age. your relationship with your brother was a strange one. One moment you had to be the 'politically correct parent' the next you could return to being his 'cool older sister', there was 12 years between you but it didn't bother either of you , it wasn't that long ago that you were in school so you understood him. You struck up a conversation with the two boys, Damien had been the only one in the school to get along with Jack and you were thankful that they found each other two peas in a pod and he seemed to be coming round constantly it hadn't taken long before you started mothering him to. They were always together at your house or the manor but youd never met bruce jntill today sure damien had spoke about him, convinced that the two of you would hit it off, you just laughed him off saying it was wishfull thinking, but you couldnt help but wonder as you sat across from the handsom man well aware of his eyes watching your every move. Bruce watched fascinated as you seemed to be on the same level as the boys , if he was honest he was happy to see Damien relaxed around someone. Damien constaly gushed about you to him and he could see why as his eye scanned you up and down taking everything in , you was certainly beautiful petite and slightly heavy set you had a young carefree air about you that still held a nurturing aspect , probably what drew damien to you the boy had never had a motherly type of women around him, hell even he felt drawn to you in more ways then one, he noted as he felt,his blood rush south. It had been a while since any woman had coaxed such a strong reaction from him. He'd never been one for the young domestic type but there was something in him that wanted you. He tried reasoning that it was because of the way you had coddled his son, or maybe it was that he missed that motherly affection himself, but no there was something more then that a deep atraction pulling at him.He could see why Damien had taken a shine to you he'd be lying if he said he hasn't already been thinking of a reason to meet up with you outside of school. It was rare that someone caught him by surprise and you had defiantly caught him by surprise. Clearing his throat he re-position himself on his seat as his boxers became tighter embarrassed and admittedly a bit confused as watching you mother the two teens had begun to arouse him. You looked over to him with concern.

"Are you ok Mr Wayne?" he inwardly groaned at the name and way you looked at him so innocently ,no idea what you were doing .fuck. He forced a charming smile

"Yes just wish they'd hurry up." you sighed pouting slightly

"It seems a bit stupid calling this an emergency then making us wait this long. twats." you snipped crossing your arms across your chest huffing he chuckled hearing the barely held back irritation, imagining just how bratty you could be, and exactly how he could deal with said bratty behaviour a shiver ran down his spine, he sucked through his teeth as his cock twitched at the thought his mind racing to other tempting scenarios of you and him, shaking his head he had to snap himself out of it. The door opened and you were both called in. He watched wide eyed as you rose your demeanor changed completely, gone was a fun loving motherly young woman and there stood a less than impressed mama bear under 5ft tall but walked like a giant. He blinked and staggered in behind you thankful that he opted for a longer blazer that helped cover his 'situation' once in the office you set down in front of Mr Koleman the principle a stout balding man that was king of his own little castle and like to let everyone know it.

Mr Koleman looked at you with distaste then smiled shaking hands with Bruce.

"Ah Mr Wayne good to see you again tho I hoped it was on better terms. Miss Cooke I'm glad you could come down today I wasn't sure you'd make it this time." he said condescendingly you smirked putting on your polite 'adult' voice.

"well I've been trying to get an appointment with you about these issues that I'm sure your fully aware of, however you seem fully booked so I'm glad I finally have the opportunity to straighten a few thing out" he grimaced as he took a seat behind the desk.

" Yes well I am a very busy man." he said

"Yes I noticed that when the receptionist mistook me for a personal visitor." you hear Bruce cough covering a laugh as the principle opened and closed his mouth speechless.

"Any way what was it you wanted to discuss Mr Koleman?" he scowled not used to being shut down by a young women. He leaned forward shuffling papers

"yes well we've been having problems with Jack for a few months as your aware-"

"Yes I'm aware that he is being targeted by his teacher and bullied by other students in the class which is being over looked and in some instances encouraged by the staff at this school. but go on." you interupted him staring at him unblinkingly Bruce gapped before collecting himself sitting back to watch the show the distinct feeling that you were going to rip this man a new arsehole.

"Uh-oh i was not aware of that"

"do not lie to me" you growled 'and here we go' Bruce thought he'd been with enough women to know that all hell was going to break loose as the quiet sweetheart form out side became a little spitfire in the office and couldn't help the a quick fantasy of you being this fiesty for him in his office. You pulled out a small red diary from your bag turning to dates in it.

"On the 4th of March I phoned the school and spoke to a Mrs Hatt to discuss cases of bullying she said that it was being taken care of and that I had no reason to worry. March the 12th Jack came home with bruises on his back caused by the same students they had tied knots in there ties and whiped him with them while getting changed for p.e, I had raised concerns about it nothing was done. I phoned again and once again was fobbed off by Mrs Hatt that there was nothing happening, then Jack comemhome with a sprained wrist, then it was bruised stomach, then a cut forhead and a brokennfinger from them smashing it in a door etcetera these incidents continued and I continued to report them and it was always the same names that popped up, the same three boys. I'd had enough on May 21st I phoned and asked to speak to you instead I got through to a Mrs Hamsten? the vice principle?" you watched as his face became paler and paler as you spoke he nodded. Bruced leant back eyes blown finding himself getting hotter as he watched you tear down the man infront of you.

"Yes and she said that the boys had been put into detention for it which turned out to be a lie another student confirmed that nothing had been done. I then put my issue in writing, I wrote a letter sent by recorded post to you about the issue and received a reply, sighed by you, that you have a no tolorence policy and would look into it, nothing has been done and now you have the audacity to call me up and have me come in here because he finally had enough and stuck up for himself because this little shit split his face open on a desk whilst the teacher watched? tell me Mr Koleman do you still want to pretend you dont know what I'm talking about because I've recored all the calls I've made about this." you tore into him as he shrunk further and further into his seat not prepared for you to come at him so direct. Bruce didnt know what the fuck happened to the sweet little thing he saw outside but what he did know was that was one of the sexist things he'd seen as you asserted yourself beautifully not giving the man time to respond. If it wasn't for Mr Koleman sitting behind the desk he'd already have you spread out on it underneath him. 'Another time'he thought to himself he licked his lips tugging at his trousers again trying to ease the ache in his cock as it strained against its confines.

"Ah yes well, now that I think about it I do remeber a letter" he stumbled over his words you nodded your head

"Yes I'm sure you do. Today was the inevitale blow up." He collected himself looking at Bruce for some sort of back up instead the billionaire scowled at him.

"Be that as it may there is no excuse for calling a teacher a drunk fat bitch." you nodded

"I agree how ever it was for science. Your member of staff who has neglected her duty to keeping my brother safe on school grounds ,has brushed off his bullying useing 'stick and stones' so he decied to test that theory by calling her a drunk fat bitch, turns out names do hurt and caused her to become agitated that she allowed him to have his face smashed into a desk by another student cutting open his eyebrow, cheek and bloody his nose. I dont think she should be able to teach if she cant practice what she preaches and certainly shouldnt be left incharge of children if she is that unstable that she would allow an attack to happen because her feeling were hurt."

"yes well he dragged Mr Waynes son into this-"

"Damien and Jack are friends Damien saw Kyle attack Jack and defended him which is more I can say for the staff at this school. I'm warning you Mr Koleman sort it out before I go to the press. How do you think that would look? when your school board find out that Mr Wanyes son was injured defending his friend when the teacher didn't lift a fucking finger. You wanna go there? cos I fucking will I've had enough." he sat up straighter alarmed, Bruce moaned deep in his chest but watching you was really doing it for him he didnt know why or care in all honesty he just wanted more of you.

"No, no theres no need for that. We can sort this out between us no need for the governors or press. Mr Wayne is there anything you'd like to add." he said trying hard to wrap up this meeting. You looked at Bruce who frankly you forgot was even there he shook his head looking strange, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

"I think Miss Cooke summed everything up wounderfully, and she has my full support sort out these kids, I know that they have been causing Damien problems name calling getting him in trouble such and he has said the teacher dosn't do anything about it. I wont stand for it any more , if its not sorted out by the end of the week I will bring Miss Cooke with me and we will speak to the school bored in person." You let out a breath you didnt know you was holding relief flooded you as he said this slightly worried that he'd throw you under the bus. He locked eyes with you his pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavy he winked subtly, you flushed looking back to the man behind the desk as he cleared his throat.

"Right well I will see to it personally and it will be sorted by the end of the week, you both seem to have concerns with Jack and Damien's teacher so as of tomorrow I will have them moved into another class whilst I investigate. I will phone you both up to check in with the boys I'm terribly sorry that it has been left this long." he stood motioning for you both to do the same ending with.

"The boys can leave early today while I deal with this." Bruce opened the door letting you through growling as the principle made a point to oogle your ass as you left, quickly standing between you blocking his veiw of you he glared at the fat prick his message was clear. That hot little spitfire is mine so back off. He stared down at him chest puffed out standing taller and broarder intimidating the little weasel until he looked away. Bruce smirked then left the office slamming the door behind him finding you explaining to the boys what was happening, joining you as they stood up getting there bags .

"you boys go out and wait by the car while we sign out at the front." Bruce instructed they nodded running ahead to the school enterance.

"The car?" you asked looked up at him shyly

"Yes i will give you both a lift" he said leaving no room for argument. You thanked him then spoke quietly looking down trying not to freak out as he stood closer then you thought was neccasary.

"Thank you for sticking up for me in there, I dont usually get like that but you know I get a bit protective." he chuckled at you showing off a brilliant smile

"Its no problem, to be honest I found the whole mama bear thing very sexy your lucky we we'rnt alone" he said winking you blushed

"Wh-what? sh-shut up" you squeeked out he shook his head at you as he put an arm out over you holding the doors to main reception you thanked him queitly skipping through feeling small catching yourself breathing deeper to smell more of his fresh scented cologne.

"No I'm serious any where else and well" he wiggled his brows at you making you giggle

"and the way you are with damien?ive never seen him like that" he asked trailing off

"Yes well he is a sweet kid, he comes over quiet a bit as you know Alfred drops him off and the boys go off doing their thing, just sort of started to mother him a bit sorry" he smirked at you

"Well if I'd known how stunning you were it'd be me dropping him off. And dont apologize I'm not mad just a bit jealous. Tho not for long" he said handing his pass to the snooty receptionist who gave him bedroom eyes before glaring at you for keeping his attention.

"J-jealous? of Damien why?" you stuttered then bit your lip blushing. He groaned the site of it as he throbbed agin nearly cumming as his cock rubbed harshly agains the soft cotton of his boxers, he just couldnt control it. oh he was definatly gonna have you for himself, somehow you turned him into a horny teenager all over again.

"Well he got to have all your attention earlier, hurts a mans pride when his son can capture a beautiful woman's attention and he cant." you looked away from him giving your pass to the secatary who snatched it with a snarl.

"Im hoping you'd show some mercy and come out for lunch with me?" you gasped snapping your gaze at him.

"Wh-what you mean to talk about the school?"

"No as in a date" he explained you froze feeling butterflies in your tummy looking at the gorgeous man.

"Date? now? like right now?" he nodded smirking thoroughly enjoying you being so flustered.

"yes now I dont have anything else planned for today." you gulped when he gave you a heated look you felt like a meal taking a step back

" I'd love to but I have to clean up Jack and-." you began your excuse only for him to cut you short.

"Nonsense he can come to the manor and spend the day with Damien, Alfred is a good nurse he will patch them up." you blinked trying to think of another reason as he stood staring you down at you waiting to for to decide feeling like a deer in the head lights you realized this alpha of a man wasn't going to give you much of a choice.

"O-ok if your sure alfred wouldn't mind watching him." you nodded shyly Bruce gave a triumphant smirk and threw an arm across your shoulders tucking you against him walking to the main doors.

"Alfred wont mind watching the boys." you both walked outside to the boys Damien sighed at his dad before Jack spoke up.

"Told you he was looking at her ass"

"JACK! He was not!" you screeched at him damien laughed and bruce unlocked the range rover

"I thought I was being subtle about it" you gaped at him speechless as he opened the passenger door the boys gagged getting in the back. You got in the car pouting to yourselfand Bruce climbed in.

"Fucking hell I've never seen her speechless, how'd you do that?" Jack said Damien scoffed

"Dad just keep your boner in your pants until were out of the way."

"Yer shes my sister dont need to see her sucking face." You blushed trying to shush the boys

"DAMIEN! He does not have a boner!"

"Uh yer he does look."You tired not to look you really did but it just sort of happend you squeeked covering your mouth faceing forward and jumped as bruce leant over buckling your seat belt whispering in your ear.

"I did tell you the mama bear was sexy" puljng away he spoke to the boys

"Dont worry boys, we will behave until your out of ear shot" You gapped as they cringed with cries of 'ew dad no' and 'come on thats my sister' he laughed at them patting your thigh before pulling out of the school

"So you asked her on a date yet Dad?" Bruce raised and eye brom looking at him in the rear view mirror pulling out onto the main road.

"Well we are dropping you both off at the manor does that answer your question?"

Jack groaned not sure if he likes the idea of his sister dating his best friends dad.

"dont you hurt her Mr Wayne I know where you live" you smiled at that finding it cute him trying to be the protective little man. The drive was quiet for a while before jack piped up.

"Holy shit if they get married I'd be your uncle" you groaned holding you face in your hands bruce only laughed

"Jack its one lunch date jesus"

".....Can I walk you down the isle?"

"JACK?!"

"What she means is well cross that bridge when we come to it" you stared at Bruce as he smirked enjoying teasing you the boys snickered in the back. You sat back wondering just what you'd gotten youself into.

[skullrock]

casanova - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: You try to save Steve from himself when he gets a little too drunk at a party. 

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst!!!, self doubt, alcohol, drugs, party scenes

a/n: yes I know y'all want fluff and I keep feeding you angst I am so sorry 

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You watched Steve from afar once you filled a red plastic cup with water, passing it off as straight vodka.

You’d never drink straight vodka, but it worked.

Steve had begged you to come with him to a party, to get fucked up, to let loose. It had been three weeks since Nancy left him for Jonathan, and three weeks since Bob Newby died, and the Gate was closed. Steve was spiraling, and fast. He was always one to want to be the center of attention, but he had become even more desperate for any kind he could get. You were just thankful Billy kept a large distance between them – or you were pretty sure Steve would beat the shit out of him. Steve’s face had only just healed, and his memory was failing him, but he refused to get checked out – he just wanted to get as shitfaced as humanly possible.

And as you stand across the room and watch him, talking to a group of people loudly, you can’t help but feel like you failed him. You should have forced him to stay home. You feel nauseous just looking at him – how his shoulders sag with the weight of the world on him. How he can’t stand upright because of the alcohol. How his eyes are just slits from the pot. You are counting down the seconds until you intervene, but your nerves keep you against the wall.

Steve makes eye contact with you from where he’s standing, and his eyes squint even more as a large smile spreads on his face. It makes you sick. It’s genuine, but it’s not genuine. If he were sober, he wouldn’t be smiling that fucking big.

He meanders over to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Hey!”

“Steve,” you say, knees buckling under the weight of his arm. “You okay?”

“No,” he says. “’Cause you’re not drinkin’.”

“I am,” you reply, holding up the cup.

Steve snorts. “That’s water.” He points to his head. “I’m not stupid.”

You nod. “Okay, buddy.”

“’m gonna get more,” he says, but you pull on the back of his sweater.

“No,” you say. “You’ve had enough. Just relax, alright?”

“Alright, dad,” he says, laughs loudly, and then stalks away.

You want to drink. You want to drink so bad. The headache that’s building gnaws on your brain, and you know it’s only going to get worse. The music makes your head pound, too, so you head off to a bathroom to calm down.

Steve knows he’s gone too far tonight, but he decides to lean into it instead of sobering up. The dizziness in his head feels good. Making people laugh feels good. He feels wanted and loved for the first time since Billy stepped foot in Hawkins, and it’s intoxicating. He loves the fame, the attention, he loves feeling the smile on his face. He throws back drink after drink, smokes puff after puff, and soon, he can hardly stand.

He sits on the couch, watching the room wave around him. He hears someone talking beside him, and he turns. It’s a girl he doesn’t know – or maybe doesn’t remember – and he blinks hard. “Hello.”

Soon, her hand is resting on his knee, and his is on hers, and they’re leaning in too close. He loves it. She’s not Nancy – he knows that, he knows that – but he can pretend. He can pretend someone wants him and loves him. It doesn’t hurt him. Not when he’s this fucked up, at least.

But you’ve come to his rescue, pulling him up from under the arms, dragging him as he loudly protests out to your car. He stumbles, he slurs, he shouts, but you keep pulling him.

Seeing him with that girl nearly made you throw up. And not because of your own feelings for the guy - but because Steve was about to be taken advantage of, and you could have prevented that from simply not letting him get this fucked up in the first place. You know he will hate you for “ruining his shot”, but you weren’t about to let him get hurt like that. He’s been through enough.

You get Steve into the car and buckle him up. He’s gone silent and you know it’s because he’s filling with rage. You know there will be a tantrum coming, and you mentally prepare yourself for whatever insults King Steve can find within him.

Halfway to his house, he finally speaks. “You’re an asshole.”

You wince but remain unfazed. “Okay.”

“Can’t believe… trying to ruin my life.”

You sigh heavily. “I’m not ruining your life.”

“You are.” He squeezes his eyes shut.

You stay silent, not wanting to fuel it further.

Steve seems to forget that he’s mad at you for a moment when you’re pulling him out of the car. Actually, he acts like he doesn’t remember being in the car with you at all, giving you a surprised, “Hey!” when you sling his arm over your shoulder. You grab the spare key under his welcome mat and stumble inside, Steve making no effort to walk for himself.

You finally get him into his room, gently sitting him on the bed. He grabs your hands and pulls you towards him, but you push off quickly, blushing profusely. It’s then that Steve realizes you’re not the girl he was flirting with on the couch, and his eyes read betrayal. He stands and falls back down on his ass, huffing. “The fuck is your problem?”

Here we go, you think. “Steve –“

“Why can’t you let me be happy?”

“I’m not the one getting in the way of your happiness, Steve.”

“’s that supposed to mean?”

You rummage through his desk to find his ibuprofen. You bite your tongue, although you want to tell him off so badly.

Your silence only fuels Steve. “’s your problem? Why can’t you have… have fun? With me?”

You slam a drawer shut and turn to him. “What’s so fucking fun about getting shitfaced at any available chance?”

Steve looks surprised, but his eyes narrow. “You’re just as bad as her.”

You laugh. “I’m just as bad as Nancy? For saving you from yourself?”

“I didn’t ask you to save me.”

You roll your eyes and open another drawer, finding the ibuprofen. You take out a few and shove them towards Steve with a water bottle from his nightstand, but he just slaps your hand so that the pills fly everywhere.

Steve, when angry, acts like a four-year-old, and he’s even worse when he’s drunk.

“Fine,” you say, sitting the bottle and the water on his nightstand. “You can suffer in the morning. I did my part.”

“You have no right,” he says, voice surprisingly clear, “to tell me what to do with my life. I wanted to be with that girl.”

“No, Steve, you didn’t. You wanted to feel special.”

“Is that so bad?”

You shake your head and turn to go towards his wardrobe to get him new clothes. He reeks of cheap beer and pot. “You need to start taking care of yourself.”

He stands then, striding over to where you are and pushing you to the side to grab his own pajamas. You roll your eyes at him and step aside, letting him clumsily search through his things. He pulls out a white t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts that definitely don’t fit him anymore. He throws his clothes off aggressively, stumbling as he puts the shorts on, and then looks at you like he’s just done something incredible.

You’re pretty impressed, because he usually wears his party clothes to sleep.

You walk him back to his bed, gently sitting him down again. His fists are clenched, and his jaw is tight – it’s heartbreaking to see him like this. Tears well in his eyes and he whispers, “I hate you.”

“You hate me for taking care of you more than anyone has in a year?” you ask, kneeling in front of him. You grab his hands and force him to lace his fingers through yours. His grip is still tight, but he’s not at risk of breaking his fingers on his palms. “You hate me for caring about you?”

“I don’t need your help,” he slurs. “I’m not a kid.”

“You do need help, Steve. I’m not letting you get like this every week. I’m –“

“You’re worse than her, do you know that?”

It hurts, but you were prepared for that low blow. “You’ll get over it, Steve.”

He ungrips your hands, pushing you away weakly. “I want you to go.”

“Fine,” you say. You stand, but then kneel back down again. You gently grab his wrists and try to catch his eyes. “Steve… there’s more to life than stupid Nancy Wheeler.”

“You think this is just about Nancy?” His voice cracks and a tear falls onto his cheek. “You think – you think it’s just because the love of my life left me?”

You’re silent.

“It’s because Billy Hargrove beat my head in so fucking bad that I – I can’t even remember my locker combination. It’s because everyone looks at me like I’m dirt. It’s because girls treat me like I’m a temple, or whatever – I don’t remember the saying. God, I don’t remember anything.” He takes a shaky breath. “My head hurts, all the time. It races. I can’t fall asleep until four in the morning. I worry about the kids on an hourly basis. Bob Newby died, and I couldn’t do a god damn thing to save him.”

Your eyes shoot downwards, guilt coiling around your gut, hot and tight.

“And to take the cake – the girl I loved, more than anything in the world, left me for the same guy she told me not to worry about. She told me I was bullshit. She told me I killed Barb.” You hear him sniffle and your heart aches. “Do you have any idea how much that hurts?”

“No,” you whisper – because you truly don’t.

It’s quiet for a long time. Your eyes are locked on the floor, and Steve’s are locked on his comforter. Finally, you whisper, “I’m sorry.”

He shrugs out of the grip of your hands on his wrists. “I want you to go.”

“Okay.”

You make your way towards the door before he calls out, “Can you tuck me in?”

His voice is so small and weak. Steve hates it more than anything. He feels like a kid again – he feels just like he did when he had nightmares and his parents didn’t do anything but send him back to bed. But he wants that safety – needs it – and so he needs you to tuck him in.

You walk back. Steve lays down, wrapping his arms around a pillow and tucking his knees up to his chest. You tuck the sheets in tightly around him, and he squeezes his eyes shut. You can see tears running down his cheeks, and you again whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” he says. He sounds worn and exhausted.

“Steve,” you say quietly. “I care about you so much.”

“I know.”

“I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” You’re about to walk away when Steve’s hand emerges from the covers, grabbing yours. He pulls and you trip, falling onto the bed, and Steve opens the blankets up for you to crawl under.

“Stay,” he says. “Please.”

You take a deep breath and contemplate – is it really okay to crawl in with him? But he looks so lost and sad, and you don’t want to leave him on his own tonight. So you crawl in, wrapping your arms around Steve tightly.

You can feel his tears on the cold sheets. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so sorry I fucked it all up.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” you explain, holding him tighter. “I don’t want anyone to take advantage of you. I don’t want you to feel like you need to prove yourself.” Your throat starts to burn as tears creep in. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to be someone you’re not.”

“I don’t want to feel like that, either.”

It’s quiet for a bit more, and you think maybe Steve’s fallen asleep. But then he whispers, “You’re not like her. I don’t hate you.” He pauses. “And I don’t hate her.”

“I know,” you say. You reach for one of his hands and stroke his thumb with yours. “It’s alright, Steve.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says. “I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

“I want to get better, Y/N.”

You press your forehead into his shoulder. “I want to help you get better.”

Steve picks up your hand and presses his lips to the back of it. Your stomach flips and jumps and twists, the breath knocked out of you. You love him.

“You mean everything to me,” he whispers. “You’ve been here for me through everything. And you never ran away. You never left.”

“How could I?” you ask. “You’re the best thing in my life.”

“I love you,” he says. It’s weak and faint, but there’s a truth behind it, whatever that truth may be.

“I love you, too.”

Soon, his breaths become shallow, and his chest rises and falls softly. You press yourself tighter against him and squeeze the arm circling his torso. He might forget it in the morning – he almost certainly will – but you love him, too, and you’re going to help him get better.

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[jalapeno-princess]

I’ll take care of you

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Fluff and mentions of sex

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Your boyfriend Mark is a nursing student and although he is constantly the one taking care of you, sometimes he needs someone to take care of him too.

A/N: This is a repost because the stupid tags weren’t working. Honestly this is trash but the idea of Mark being a nurse makes my heart (and vagina) beat deadass. Whenever I see all the nurse students at my school it makes me want to switch my major in to nursing because of how intelligent and professional they look (but we all know my dumb ass wouldn’t be able to handle that shit) so if you’re in nursing I give you major props. There are only a few male students in nursing at my school and it made me daydream about Mark as a nurse so here we go.

“Babe have you seen my-“

“On the top shelf in the bathroom.”

“Okay but what about my-“

“In the drawer, underneath your sweatpants.”

“Shit, I can’t find my-“

“On the desk near my laptop.”

After gathering his things he ran over to you and placed a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Thank you baby. You’re amazing you know that?” You snickered. “I’ve told you multiple times to prepare your things the night before so that you’re not rushing in the morning.” He placed his hands on your cheeks and gently caressed your face. “Now you and I both know why I never prepare things the night before. I’m too busy with my head between those beautiful thighs…OW.” You playfully shoved him off of you and walked over to the kitchen.

“What time will you be home tonight?” He started putting on his shoes as you handed him his lunch. “Well after school, I have to go to the hospital for a couple of hours. So maybe 8 at the latest? You have class at 10 right?” You nodded. He pulled you in to his arms and placed gentle kisses along your jaw. “I love you so much. I don’t think I thank you enough for all that you do for me.” You snickered while brushing some hair out of his eyes.

“Don’t worry, you do. In more ways than one. You better get going before I bring you back in to the room and continue what we started last night.” He bit his lip and attempted to pull you back in for a kiss but you pushed him away, earning yourself an adorable pout from your boyfriend. “Baaaaabeeee, come on. One more kiss for your favorite med student. I already know that I’m gonna have a shitty day. Your love and affection is what keeps me going.” You let out a long sigh before placing your lips against his. “Now go. I don’t want you being late because you couldn’t keep it in your pants. I’ll see you later. Have a nice day. I love you.” He playfully squeezed your butt and ran out the door before you could retaliate.

There were many perks that came with dating a med student. Your boyfriend was very overprotective over you. Especially since you were very clumsy and found yourself getting hurt at least three times a week. But he was always so quick to want to patch you up. One night, you accidentally cut your finger while preparing dinner for the two of you and Mark immediately brought you to the bathroom. He sat you on the sink and rubbed alcohol on your wound. “My clumsy girl. We run out of bandaids very quickly because of you.” He chuckled while placing a chaste kiss on your lips. When you caught the flu a few months ago, he never left your side. He made sure to pick up all the antibiotics you needed and he bought you the food your doctor had recommended that you eat.

Sometimes, you would forget to bring pain killers for when you’d get headaches at school. However, Mark would always have a bottle with him. So whenever you’d ask him for ibuprofen, no matter where you were on campus, he’d drop whatever he was doing and made his way to you. The thought of how much he loved and cared for you set fire to your bones. Mark was very patient and nurturing. He knows how much you hate getting your period. So when it was that time of the month, Mark would always do what he could to lessen the pain. Plus, he was ten times more cuddly while you were menstruating. The only problem you had with dating a nurse, was how he would prevent you from doing certain things because he considered it “bad for your health”.

When Mother Nature decides it was time to give you your gift, you would buy some ice cream and chocolate to treat yourself during that frustrating week. However, Mark would constantly nag you about how sugar would only make your cramps worse and slow down your metabolism. But your boyfriend knew not to mess with you when it came down to your sweets, so he stopped hounding you about it. Sometimes, you would get frustrated with his smart talk because you had no clue what he was saying, but then you’d find it sexy because of how intelligent he sounded.

Dating Mark was an actual dream. You’ve known each other since kindergarten, when he gave you his chocolate chip cookie after he found you crying because you dropped yours in the sandbox. From then on, the two of you were inseparable and it was only a matter of time that you both ended up together. You had developed feelings for Mark in the 8th grade when you realized how he took such great care of you and how he was willing to do any and everything for you. However, you didn’t think he felt the same.  He never showed much interest in you and whenever his friends would bring you up, he’d tell them that the both of you were just friends.

But you couldn’t have been more wrong. The boy was madly in love with you, but too afraid to confess his feelings for you in case you didn’t see him that way. He didn’t want to lose you. It wasn’t until he heard his friend Bambam talking to their other friend Yugyeom about confessing his feelings for you that he found the confidence to go up and tell you how he felt. “Don’t date Bambam.” You looked at him in confusion, but before you could ask him what he meant by that, his lips were on yours. Even if the two of you have been dating for over 5 years, it was as if you both were still in the honeymoon phase. He loved you with his entire being and you felt the same way about him. The two of you were attached by the hip. Wherever you went, he followed and vice versa. Mark has never told you this in fear of seeming too cheesy, but he knew the two of you were soulmates. His heart yearned for you and he knew you felt the same way.

From a very young age, Mark knew he wanted to be something that would help others. Therefore, you weren’t surprised to hear that he was planning on going in to nursing. Neither was he surprised when you decided to go in to teaching, knowing how much you love working with kids. As much as education was a difficult major, you knew your boyfriend had it worse. There were nights where he would cry because of how frustrated he was with all his homework and how mean some doctors were to him during clinicals. He found himself wanting to give up multiple times, but you never let him. You knew how badly he wanted to become a nurse and how hard he worked in order to get accepted in to nursing school. Each night he came home after school, you tried your best to take care of him and keep his mind off of how hard it was. Even if that mean bringing him to his release without filling yours. But you didn’t care, he was always very generous to you during sex when he was having better days.

This entire week for him was rough. People were getting kicked out of the program if the professors didn’t feel that they were good enough and this caused Mark to go in to a frenzy. He worked so hard to get to this point and he was afraid it was all going to go to waste if his professors decided they were going to cut him from the program. You were sitting in the library when your phone started going off.

My Love😍🥰♥️: Baby, where are you?

My Love😍🥰♥️: I need you☹️

My Love😍🥰♥️: Will you hold me please? I’m about to cry right now.

His texts made your heart sink and you wondered what had happened. What could be so bad that he was on the verge of tears? When he found you, he immediately ran in to your arms and started sobbing. You tried your best in consoling him while running your fingers through his hair. “We had..clinicals today and..one of the doctors said..fuck..” you held him tighter and waited for him to calm down before telling you the rest of the story. After a few minutes, the crying slowly stopped and he placed his face in your chest. “One of the doctors mentioned that maybe I’m in the wrong field and that nursing might not be for me. I don’t even see what I did wrong. I did everything he told me to do. My grades are some of the highest in the class. I always go to every single clinical and I attend every single lecture y/n. Hell, I even volunteer at other hospitals on top of the internship so what am I doing wrong?”

You placed a soft kiss against his cheek and sighed. “You’re not doing anything wrong baby. You’re doing the best you can. That doctor is an ass and he probably is jealous that you’re so young, smart and not to mention extremely good looking whereas he’s probably old, wrinkly and on the verge of retirement. Don’t let people like that get to you babe. Somebody was probably just as hard on him when he was going through school as he is being with you. I’m sure he sees something in you that he doesn’t see in the other students and by telling you that, it’ll make you want to work harder. He wouldn’t be wasting his time scolding you if he didn’t think you were serious about becoming a nurse. So don’t beat yourself up about it okay? You said so yourself, you have some of the best grades in your class and I remember you telling me how your professor even wrote a letter of recommendation for you. So hang in there bub. By the time you graduate and become a certified nurse, all the late nights and the constant tears will be worth it.”

He looked up at you with a sad smile and slowly brought his lips to yours. “I love you so much y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you. You mean everything to me. Thank you baby. I feel a whole lot better now.” He released an exasperated sigh and ran his fingers through your hair. “I have one more class, did you wanna wait for me and maybe get dinner afterwards? If not, I can meet you back at home.” You shook your head. “I can wait for you. Matter a fact, I’ll go get us some coffee. Now go. Text me if you need to okay?” He placed a few more kisses on your lips before leaving. Before you could finish packing up your things, you heard his sneakers screeching across the floor. “Forgot my stethoscope. See you in an hour baby! I love you!”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

He makes me livid! I get so mad!!! I don't understand him at all. He makes me go UGH but in bad ways.

I went off on him first before I realised what his problem was... Like total accusations and misfit drama. All paranoid loca. I don't give a shit.

I draw conclusions and those were the most obvious.

But when you know someone... You have to remember their stupidity. One time he confessed... And I already had decided to break up with him... I was all I'm waiting till his dad dies then I'm done. He's a good friend when he tries but he doesn't make me,a priority. And so I hadn't told him. I just tired of him,upsetting me so I had to remove me.

So he said he wouldn't do anything for his pain,then, he would take 2x his Percocet with 5 shots of tequila then treat me like shit.

I really hadnt noticed. I was all "oh he's just in his mood where he's decided I'm not important to him"

And true enough when he told me his dad died I walked away from our relationship.

But honestly ... Years later... I missed him.. Because he treated me best. Because I say I walked

I mean I left, completely.

But despite his faults he's always treated me best. I mean person to person. He didn't give me what I wanted from,the relationship. But as a low key friend, he understood me the most

He understood i was scared to go to sleep and he would stay on the phone and help,me,sleep so I could. No one else can do that. My daughter, if she was sleeping with me. I could listen to her breathe and I could fall asleep that way. Because it would calm my r breathing if she was sleeping that calm sleep,breath

But he knew all what to say. And I never had to tell him or even tell him I was afraid to sleep or even admit it to myself.

I hope this helps some of y'all that are anti medicine as well.

I don't like hospitals or doctors (I like my personal doctors But aside from them) in general. I'm afraid of them. They make me hostile. I feel like theyre some dangerous S&M dungeon

Go and wait for hours to get bad news then they don't give you what you need because you're so fucking exhausted they don't understand. Or don't care or are the ones that like to kill patients.

So I like my doctors although I have to wait for hours to see them past my appointment time, they take extra time to see me and cover what I think I need. Their quality is worth the wait. I have 3. Primary, Pain and Urgent Care. And I use the computer urgent care where I leave an online message after finishing a long ass quizz through the insurance website.

And whatever pills they give me, I Google to make sure they were right. They always are. Im also interested in what else the pills cover. Like i take 2 different anti seizure pills for pain and one also for insulin sensitivity increase and metabolic increase. And i take an antidepressant that also covers fibromyalgia.

I have 13 prescriptions. Monthly. Some I have to take more than once per day. Plus i take vitamins.

Then I Google the pharmacy pills to make sure the pharmacy was right.

So.

I get it. Sometimes I don't want to take 13 prescriptions more than once per day or even at all.

But we need to know what we are taking and why.

And why it is important.

And we need to take our medicine. So we can survive

I think this information is especially important during this epidemic.

Now realize that antibiotics are not useful on viruses unless the virus causes a bacterial infection. Like.

A cold is a virus but in some people like myself and used to in my daughter, causes a severe sinus infection which requires antibiotics.

I know the point at which we need antibiotics and so i go to my urgent care lady because she understands and we just do a walk in. And i don't overwhelm my doctor who is taking time to give quality care and has long waiting patients.

But otherwise a virus does not respond to antibiotics. And anti-virus medications are quite rare.

Flu shot... But not a cold shot..

So we take over the counter medicine for our symptoms. Like coughing and runny nose

Sinus pressure in the eyes, nose, teeth. Jaw.

If you have a tooth ache you can take sinus medicine. Because the worst tooth pain is actually in your sinus cavity! That's a secret trick. Works every time.

So basically anytime you have facial pain that doesn't respond to Tylenol or ibuprofen or alieve, you can take sinus medicine. Also ear pain.

Google sinus cavities in the face and you'll see why.

Now an ear and sinus infection is a bacteria, usually but usually our bodies can fight it Well without an anti biotic. As long as it is treated with over the counter medicine. But sometimes, like with myself and my daughter, sometimes an antibiotic is needed..but that is after at least a week to 10 days of serious green overflow that doesn't respond to over the counter medicine.

Sometimes the bacteria is lab revealed by terrorists during the "flu and cold season" to create an income for pharmaceutical companies. For my daughter and i, they're usually too strong for our immune system.

Although since my ex husband left town, my daughter's immune system has significantly became stronger. While mine has not. So she needs less antibiotics, than I do.

Otherwise, my body can fight it on its own with a few doses of otc.

I had a tooth pulled a few years ago.. It created a pathway to my sinuses. I could rinse water in my mouth and it would come out my nose. I saw an ear, nose and throat specialist whom said i needed surgery immediately to repair my nose.

I said no thank you mother fucker

I had to have clearance from my cardiologist. So i took a stress test and failed. So i had to have an ultra sound. It wasn't good. But they said I could have the surgery since it was simple.

I said that's cool, but I don't want to.

I haven't done it. So I get sinus infection and pain quite often. My bone structure in my nose is center in my right nostril. Meaning it's really fucking bad

From being punched in the face a lot. The surgery sounds fucking horrible. And it's a cosmetic change.

I'm all nope. I'm a single mom. She don't take good care of me. I'll drown in the blood sliding down the back of my throat.

The tooth removal was so bad... It was horrible. There was blood every where for days... I can only imagine the nose surgery would be the same

I also hate the smell of blood. So I'm like no. It sounds like the most miserable thing.

If I had someone to take care of me and baby me like a little blood soaked lamb in need of care... That's s different story.. But I don't have anyone that would take care of me

After my tooth... I was throwing up the blood and my kid just stood there and stared,. Which I wanted to hide it from her I was sick... But I was in the kitchen and began violently puking in the trash can... Scared her to death

"Mom I'm scared"

"I am, too. This has never happened before"

So yeah fuck that nose. I got one crooked fucking nose. And it makes me sick.

She wants me to have surgery so I'll quit snoring.

Well.

Ear plugs are at the Dollar Tree, babe.

So y'all take your pills that you need

Some one cares about you

And they don't want to slap your face off. But you'll drive them to it. And a crooked nose isnt all its cracked up to Be. It pretty much sucks.

I can't even blow it Like a normal person....

[ashfountainfanfics]

“Mr. Harrington?” the nurse at the doctor’s office asks.

Steve startles and drops the old magazine he’d been pretending to look at. Billy is at his eight week check up and there’s no telling if he’s going to come out with a cast or not. Steve’s spent God knows how long in the lobby weighing both outcomes. If the cast stays on then that objectively sucks and if it comes off then great! Right?

But they had developed a routine in the past few weeks and that routine has been running through Steve’s mind.They’d wake up and Billy would try to bark out instructions to Steve on how to make a proper breakfast. Steve knows how to fry an egg now but he still burns the bacon. Billy gives him shit for it every time but sometimes he mutters a compliment on the eggs. 

Billy then naps while Robin comes over for pool time. Billy fixes up lunch and leaves Steve’s out on the coffee table while Steve showers. Billy then showers while Steve eats. Steve and Billy play a game of cards; sometimes poker. It depends on whether Dustin’s over for dinner or not and, surprise, Dustin’s amazing at poker.

Then Billy and Steve settle in on the couch. They watch TV and talk. Sometimes they talk about their childhoods. Sometimes it’s about their pasts. Sometimes it’s just giving each other shit but in a good way. Other times they just let the TV do the talking for them. It ends the same, they both fall asleep on that same couch. They don’t talk about that part though because Billy’s always waiting in the kitchen by the time Steve wakes up.

“Mr. Harrington,” the nurse repeats, “Your friend asked me to give you his discharge paperwork.”

“Discharge? Is he-”

“Read the paper, Mr. Harrington,” the Nurse replies.

Steve does just that but his eyes are manic as they haphazardly search for an answer.

Ibuprofen as needed.

Follow up in two weeks.

Low level activity.

...low level activity!

The door opens and Billy’s standing on the other side, cast free. Billy smiles brightly at Steve and slowly makes his way across the lobby. He has a limp and he’s carrying both cruthces in one hand.

“Doc says he’s never seen someone recover so well,” he smiles, “and my teachers always said I’d amount to shit.”

“Mr. Hargrove,” the nurse warns with an even temper, “language please.”

Billy’s previously injured leg looks so pale and it’s leaner than the other. It’s not a dramatic difference and maybe it’s just Steve’s brain overcompensating for the bulky cast. Billy’s wearing both of his boots now and it looks hilarious paired with his shorts.

“You need jeans,” Steve laughs.

“Ya think?” Billy bites back.

The biting and snapping is so different now than it was before. Before it felt like handling the violent outbursts of a wild animal. Now it’s harmless, playful even. It reminds Steve of how puppies play with each other. Not that he would dare tell Billy that he makes Steve think of puppies. Teasing aside there’s still boundaries.

Steve keeps an eye on Billy and matches his pace. He can’t help it.  He’s gotten accustomed to going Billy’s speed. They get to the car.

“Keys,” Billy demands, “I’m driving.”

Steve doesn’t question it and tosses them over. They load up and Steve has butterflies in his stomach. Billy adjusts the radio and then peels out from the parking lot.

Steve’s chest feels heavy because he isn’t sure where they’re going.

He doubts that Billy is going back to his dad’s place. For a while, Steve thought he might go back for Max but he doesn’t need to. Billy understood that since she was willing to stand up to him she is definitely prepared to stand up to her father too. But even then, if that excuse for a father figure ever lays a finger on Max, Billy’s going to do something about it.

‘I’m not afraid of shit anymore’ Steve remembers him saying one night. Steve made him promise not to do anything that would send him to prison. Billy found a compromise; he wouldn’t do anything that would get him life in prison. That was the best Steve could hope for.

Steve feels his breath hitch whenever they come to a turn but so far they’re following the same route back. There’s a little thrill as the car curves around the corner the way he hoped it would.

“You okay?” Billy asks before taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah.”

“Then why do you have your head out the window like a dog?”

Steve brings himself back to an appropriate position.

“I’m trying to not to throw up,” he covers, “You drive like a maniac.”

Billy laughs and speeds up. They come up to a light and it turns yellow but Billy doesn’t slow down.

“Billy...” Steve warns.

The light turns red and Billy floors it.

“BILLY!”

Billy whoops in excitement as they get through the light unscathed. A series of angry car horns sing behind them. Steve unfolds his arms and legs from the ball he’d formed on instinct.

“You’re insane!”

“Nah, I’m free, baby!”

So much for being harmless, Steve thinks as his heart rate goes back to normal.

Billy pulls up to the Harrington residence. He shuts off the car and the radio cuts off leaving a silence between them. Neither of them gets out of the car right away. Billy squeezes the steering wheel and Steve taps his fingers on his knees.

“So you’re better now,” Steve tests the waters.

“Yup.”

“You’ve got both legs.”

Billy nods but his eyebrow is raised in suspicion. Steve can tell he’s irritating him but he can’t stop.

“You can go anywhere and do whatever.”

“Is there a point here?” Billy says with a tight jaw.

“So stay.”

It comes out quick and painfully on the nose. Steve catches a quick glance at Billy and the wide eyes looking back make him want to curl back into a ball. He could be setting himself up for a different kind of collision and unlike Billy there’s no sense of high in it.

“If you want,” Steve tries to tone it down, “You don’t have to but- you staying would be, uh, good.”

I used to be smooth once, Steve laments internally, I used to be cool.

“I’m not sleeping on the couch anymore,” Billy says after a moment passes.

“Yeah. Yeah sure.”

Steve’s chest is no longer heavy but instead has the curious sensation of being split right down the middle. Billy’s refusing the couch which must mean he’s not staying. It was stupid to think he would. Did Steve honestly think they were... well, at minimum, friends? He must have misread something along the way. Maybe all their routine came down to was tolerance. Now there’s no reason to tolerate anything anymore. Billy’s free to be wherever he wants to be.

“You can’t make up the bed tight either,” Billy complains, “That shit looked like military quarters on one side. If I wanted to sleep in some rigid crap like that I’d have joined the army.”

“...what?”

“I’m not spelling it out for you,” Billy gets out the car and slams the door shut behind him.

God knows Billy never does. Steve does understand what he’s saying though. He’s gotten good at decoding the way Billy expresses things. Everything comes out in sharp edges but if it’s filtered right Steve can hear some amazing and unexpected things; sympathy, kindness, affection… vulnerability. At the moment, it sounds like Billy is wanting to stay and not like he was staying before.

Steve knows what the bed reference is towards. The night that Billy was high and he needed a different bed Steve absolutely stayed in that bed with him. It may have seemed like a weird impulse given the kiss that preceded it but Steve was worried. It didn’t seem right to leave Billy alone. He slept on top of the covers though. He didn’t want them touching then. He didn’t trust it.

Steve fumbles over his seatbelt and manages to meet up with Billy. He’s leaning against the front door and already smoking a second cigarette. He puffs away at it anxiously but the expression on his face is stern. Steve gets closer than he’s dared to before, maybe an inch away. He’s close enough to touch him and he finds it infuriating that he wants to.

“Look,” Steve says, trying to wear Billy down with a serious gaze, “I know that you’re not good at saying what you mean and normally I get it anyway. And I think I get what you’re saying now but I need to know because if I do this, if we do this, it has to be for sure.”

“Know what?” Billy say before taking another drag.

Steve’s been dancing around his own feelings for two months, constantly in and out of what can only be described as a gay panic. It had been exhausting. Ultimately, he settled on acknowledging what Billy makes him feel but not acting on it unless Billy initiates it again. It felt less complicated that way. Now that initial move has been made… probably. Steve needs the clarity and for the first time in their new rapport he’s demanding it.

“Did you just ask to sleep in my bed? With me?”

Billy puts on his best ‘fuck you’ grin before blowing out a slow, steady stream of smoke into Steve’s face.

“Okay,” Steve rolls his eyes and starts to turn away.

It could have been easy to stop right there. They could let all of this go and write it off as a bad joke. Steve could go back into that house and dance around hidden signals and off remarks for God knows how many more months. Or maybe that was the clarity he needed. Billy doesn’t reciprocate and his cryptic shit really isn’t so cryptic.

Fuck that, Steve decides.

He literally grabs the cigarette out of Billy’s mouth and before Billy can be pissed about it he pins him to the door with his forearm. The cigarette lands in the dirt and Steve can’t tell why his blood is boiling. Is it because he’s mad? Or because he’s finally touching Billy? Or both?

“Tell me what you want,” Steve growls, “or get the fuck out of my house.”

Billy looks furious but Steve stands his ground. Even if Billy decides to kick his ass and take off with his car at least Steve will know where they stand. He’s done playing games.

“Kiss me,” Billy says through bared teeth.

Steve does a mental double take. He brings his arm down so Billy isn’t trapped against the door anymore.

“Really?”

“Am I speaking goddamn Spanish!?” Billy shouts, “Fucking do it alre-”

Billy doesn’t get to finish because Steve’s lips are on his mouth and it feels good. It feels better than the last time and different. Billy isn’t playing casanova. In fact, the something almost shy about him.

Steve stick a leg in between Billy’s as he plants his hands on either side of his head. Billy moans into the movement and Steve swears that he’s melting like butter under him. Billy hooks a hand into the front of Steve’s jeans and pulls him even closer.

This is happening. In broad daylight. With everyone sober. Steve’s whole body wants to crash into Billy’s. It’s a hunger and an inevitable gravity.

Steve detours his kisses along Billy’s jaw and lands on his neck. He gets to work on leaving a mark because Steve can’t stand the idea of not marking him. That primal part of his mind goads him into it. He’s gentle at first but builds into a hard bite. The animal in him pushes further and he starts rutting against Billy.

“Fuck,” Billy murmurs pleasantly.

God yes, Steve thinks as Billy’s sounds curl up into him and caresses his every nerve.

“Fuck,” Billy groans again before his tone shifts, “Wait. Fuck! No, hey!”

Billy pushes Steve away hard. It feels like being cut off in the middle of a current. He doesn’t understand at first. He tries to think why Billy would stop. What in God’s name could have stopped that?

Did...did someone see us? Is someone else here!?

Steve panics. He knows what it means to have a certain kind of hate. He knows how violent that hate can get. He looks around frantically and steps back.

“I am NOT your bitch, Harrington!” Billy screams out, “You touch me like that again and I’ll fucking kill you!”

Dumbstruck, Steve tries to cultivate a response. This wasn’t even in the realm of possible reasons to stop what they were doing but here it is anyway. No danger. Just insecurity.

“I didn’t- I wasn’t-”

“Fuck you!”

The heartbreak settles in now. He wasn’t trying to treat Billy in any kind of way except well. What did he do wrong? Was he too aggressive? Too dominant? The last thing he wanted to do was give Billy a reason to push him away and then he literally pushes him away. Billy’s back to biting and clawing and not in the good way. He’s feral again and Steve desperately wants to go back just a handful of seconds. Billy was so close to being okay with all of this.

“Billy... I’m sorry,” Steve says quietly, “We can do this different. Or not at all if you’re not okay. I don’t- I never ever want to make you feel shitty, okay? Never.”

Billy takes this in and lights up another cigarette. He sits down on the front steps leading up to the door and blows a puff of smoke out the side of his mouth. Steve cautiously sits down next to him. The concrete is hot under him and he imagines that it’s not very comfortable for Billy either. But Billy doesn’t let on.

“What do you wanna do?” Steve asks.

Billy straightens out his formerly injured leg. He very slowly and purposefully moves the toe of his shoe out and back. Another long drag and Steve’s wondering if Billy’s ever going to talk again.

“-ry,” Billy whispers so quietly that only the last syllable is audible.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.”

It’s an apology. Steve was expecting another argument, another round of silence. He’s not sure how to respond yet.

“I’m new to this gay shit,” Billy continues.

“Me too,” Steve chimes in quickly.

Billy drops his cigarette down and grinds it out with his boot. He turns toward Steve and attempts eye contact. He then immediately drops it and turns back.

“I’ve never-” he looks like talking is both embarrassing and painful, “I don’t get involved with people. Y’know, with feelings and shit. I think it’s fucking stupid.”

This isn’t helping Steve’s heartache at all.

“But you’re not stupid.”

Billy offers his hand palm up, fingers spread. He doesn’t look at Steve but his hand stays open and waiting. They could have more of a conversation but this feels pretty clear.

Steve mimics Billy’s eye line. They both stare off into the distance with cool expressions. Steve then crosses his wrist on top of Billy’s and laces their fingers together.

—-

“I have a job!”

Steve shouts his news as he enters his parent’s house. He races to the living room and manages to hop over the back of the couch. He lands with a flop next to Billy who’s got his nose in a newspaper.

“I have a job,” Steve repeats with a smile, “and my only uniform is a vest.”

“Don’t phrase shit like that. Sounds like you’re only wearing a vest. Like no pants or something.”

“I didn’t think of it like that but not wearing pants would sweeten the deal.”

“You don’t have the balls to go out naked in public,” Billy mutters as circles one of the ads in the paper.

Steve laughs.

“I used to,” he points out, “but streaking lost its high in junior year.”

Steve moves in closer to Billy. The spaces between them always feel so heavy and there’s only ever room between them for conversation or kissing. 

Last night they slept together in Steve’s bed and before they drifted off they had made out for hours. They didn’t speak a word to each other though and that was for the better. Talking about it muddled things by bringing attention to details Steve wasn’t sure they could handle. Or more accurately details that Billy can’t handle. Steve feels like he’s adjusting fairly well to the whole liking another guy thing.

Nonetheless, Steve can recall the heat and sweat of last night in quick flashes. Billy still smells the same, a sweet sort of musk. Steve wants so badly to press his lips into where Billy’s shoulder meets neck but he has to be cautious. Now isn’t the right time.

“You find some leads?” Steve distracts himself with the task at hand.

A few spots have been circled on the wanted page: box boy for the local grocery store, assistant to a mechanic, and-

“Police officer?” Steve asks incredulously.

Billy snaps the newspaper back to himself. He wasn’t expecting Steve to read over his shoulder. He hadn’t been expecting him to be so close really.

“You don’t think I could be a cop?”

“I didn’t know you wanted-“

“Who fucking says I want to?”

There are days where it feels like it’s never going to get easier with him. In fact, Steve catches himself wondering briefly if they ever really move forward at all. Any time he thinks he’s getting close enough toward- well whatever it is they’re gravitating toward - they slip back a bit. It’s always Billy too. Steve tries but it’s like Billy gets skittish… in a loud and yelling sort of way.

“I think it might be helpful. To be a cop. That’s all.”

“How?”

“You’re a real dumbass sometimes,” Billy narrows his eyes but settles down:

“Then enlighten me, oh wise one,” Steve bites back with just the right amount of sarcasm.

It works and Billy relaxes.

“Shit happens here. A lot. The only cop any of you know is dead so-“

“You want to replace Hop?”

“I want to be useful,” he says it quietly and stares at the floor intently.

“I’ve been on the other end of your right hook. You’re more than useful.”

Billy mumbles something but Steve can’t catch it under the gravel of the other boy’s natural tone. He leans into Billy’s space to hear him better.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Billy notes quickly while keeping still.

“I really didn’t.”

“Fucking hell! I said-“

Billy turns to face Steve and he’s suddenly very close. So often he moves in wild and unpredictable ways but the speed with which he moves and the suddenness he’s stopped could give a man whiplash. His nose is just an inch from Steve’s. When he meets his eyes they become soft, almost bashful.

“- I’m sorry…for hitting you back then. I’m sorry”

Steve doesn’t dare to break their shared gaze. It has that hot and thick feeling to it. It’s both intoxicating and important. He swears there’s a cheesy love song playing distantly in the background but he waves it off as just being in his mind.

This is the second apology Steve’s gotten. Something about Billy saying sorry knocks the air out of Steve. Even now he’s trying to steady himself in the wake of it and the sudden tension.

“Make it up to me,” Steve finds the perfect tone between a demand and a request.

Billy responds to it by cupping a hand to Steve’s face. His fingers feel warm against Steve’s cheek and he wants more.

“You got my eye pretty bad,” he elaborates.

Billy guides the back of Steve’s head into a slight tilt down. He gives a gentle kiss over his left brow.

“And the mouth. You drew blood.”

Billy moves gracefully to the corner of Steve’s mouth. He leaves a kiss there before moving to the middle and kissing Steve softly and languidly.

“And my ribs,” Steve complains between kisses.

“I know.”

It’s a tender concession. Steve is enthralled by this version of Billy: the side of him that is sweet, compliant even, and wanting.

Billy presses his body weight into Steve and Steve adjusts so he’s lying on his back. Billy’s on top of him. Steve allows it as Billy follows the map Steve’s given him. He lifts Steve’s shirt and wordlessly leaves his apologies on his rib cage. He then starts moves to his abs and Steve can’t deny the growing arousal and how Billy is purposeful getting closer to it.

Steve’s head is swimming. He can only hope for what he thinks is coming to him but he doesn’t dare interrupt or confirm. He’s letting Billy set the pace. Billy has the power here and Steve’s okay with that. Steve doesn’t need power like Billy does.

If Steve had been paying more attention he would have known that the music he heard earlier was not in his head. In fact it had been playing in the other room. If he wasn’t letting his thoughts wander into less PG territory he would have heard that music shut off or he would have heard a door open and maybe he would have heard footsteps. But he didn’t. The only thing Steve and Billy hear is the very loud outburst from Max as El stands next to her watching the two of them with a confused expression.

“OH MY GOD!” Max keeps yelling, “OH MY GOD! OH GOD!”

So much for third base.

—-

Steve can hear Billy and Max having it out downstairs. Steve thought the girl’s massive freak out would make it difficult to pull her best friend away but it didn’t. El seems to understand that the siblings needed to talk- or yell technically.

Now El is sitting at Steve’s lifelong neglected study desk with the chair spun out so she can see him leaning against the wall by the door. Neither of them can make out words from the noises downstairs but the emotions are certainly audible.

“So,” Steve begins, “You and Max hanging out here now?”

“Not enough room at Joyce’s house,” El notes, “And Max’s house is too empty. She says it is like a ghost house.”

Steve feels a sharp pain at the idea of Max being lonely. He knows that Billy wasn’t great company but he was company nonetheless.

“Billy said it is okay. Is it okay?”

Steve doesn’t mind any of his gaggle of children hanging around. In fact, he feels better with them here instead of getting into trouble. He wasn’t expecting Billy to offer their place up to Max and El as a retreat though.

“Of course you can hang out here. Our casa es su casa.”

A confusing wave of feelings smack into Steve has he realizes that he just self referred to his home as belonging to both himself and Billy.

El brings her legs up to sit crisscross in the chair. She’s got a scraped knee on her left side. She’s that age. The age where you can have a boyfriend and a scraped knee. Steve is awkwardly aware of how little she may know about what she saw. Or worse, how much she does know.

“So, Billy and I-“

“Is Max okay?”

“She will be. She’s just surprised.”

“Bad surprise?”

“Well,” Steve attempts to explain, “Not bad. Maybe bad for her? But it’s not bad. I don’t think.”

Steve realizes how hard it is to explain something when the person explaining isn’t even sure about the explanation.

Steve sighs and slides down to sitting on the floor. El has a calculating look on her face. Steve wishes that her weird intuition would fill in the blanks for him. When she starts to speak, Steve puts hope in that silly wish.

“Max did not know that you and Billy want to get married?”

Steve manages to choke on air.

“What!?”

El explains that Chief Hopper once sat down with her and explained that sometimes adults who aren’t married sometimes date. That dating sometimes leads to living together. Usually when that happens the adults want to get married and sometimes do.

“...and then sometimes they do something only adults do and there is a baby,” El concludes.

Steve holds his head up with a hand covering his mouth. He’s nodding like El is making perfect sense but internally he’s screaming.

“You are Billy are adults-“

God that sounds weird out loud to Steve but she’s right. Billy and Steve are both eighteen. A few more months and Steve will actually be nineteen. Steve doesn’t necessarily feel like an adult though. He’s had sex and worked a job. Neither of those things feel exclusive to adulthood. How do you know you’re a real adult?

“-and you live together,” El continues.

It occurs to Steve that maybe Hopper never used the words ‘man and woman’ in his talk. He must have leaned on the word ‘adult’ in the hopes of El taking home the message that only grown ups do these things and she’s a child therefore she can’t do them. Not the best or most informed sex talk but that had to have been the intent.

“Ah! Yes okay,” Steve decides to define it more, “So, yes we live together-“

“And you were kissing.”

“Billy and I can’t get married,” Steve says quickly to gloss over El’s interjection.

This gives the girl pause. She sits up a bit straighter and fixes Steve with a concerned look. 

“Can’t?”

“Well… no. It’s against the law.”

El looks completely lost. He brow is knit. Steve is starting to sweat and he wants so badly to leave this conversation. El doesn’t see the problem with Billy and Steve kissing and living together. Hell, she thinks they might get married. Steve wishes more people were like her. He wishes he was like her.

“Most people,” his voice wavers a little, “are used to only boys and girls, men and women, kissing. That’s what they call normal.”

Steve doesn’t want to talk about this. He doesn’t want to face that reality. He wants it to stay quarantined in his bedroom. It’s safe there and the world outside is so… not safe.

“They don’t understand when boys like other boys or girls like girls or a man with a man or- you get it?”

El nods.

“So if they see that or they hear about it or they even think it, they get really angry.”

This is my life now. This is what can happen if we stay together.

Steve’s throat is closing up and he struggles hard to keep going. El gets up from her chair and sits in front of Steve.

“Sometimes they get so angry that they hurt people. People like…me. And they get really angry, like kill someone angry. I know because I used to be angry too.”

Steve wants a time machine. He wants to take back every single utterance of the words “queer” and “fag.” God, what if they actually were gay? He made them feel like this. Like nothing feels safe. Like wanting to die.

Steve feels tears crawling up through the limited space in his throat. He holds them there. He doesn’t like to cry. He won’t do it.

“It’s called being gay,” he forces himself to breathe, “and people call you bad words for it. Fag. Queer.”

Steve drops his chin to his chest. He grabs fistfuls if his hair. He wants to scream. He wants to beat the shit out of himself. Because he’s been the asshole throwing punches and calling names. And now he’ll be on the other end.

“I’m such a piece of shit” he finally laments.

“No.”

Steve looks up. His nose is congested and his ears feel hot and tired. On reflex he eases the grip on his hair.

“No?” he asks.

“You are not shit.”

It’s hilarious really; how she can say that with such a serious face. It’s even funnier how the phrase give Steve permission to breathe again.

“They are shit. They are bullies. You are not a bully. You are nice. You are my friend. You protect my friends and give us snacks. Bullies don’t share snacks.”

If it were possible Steve would adopt this child. He can see what Hopper saw in her. She’s complicated and naive but she’s kind. She’s just a good kid. One that any parent would be proud of.

“You’re right,” Steve laughs mostly to himself, “bullies don’t share snacks.”

El laughs with him and she does it legitimately. She’s right about the other stuff too. Steve isn’t a bully, at least not anymore. Even before Billy, he managed to put his old shit aside and accept Robin. His old self would have been enraged that he’d been rejected. He absolutely would have passive aggressively slipped that information to someone shittier than him. There would have been a mob in a matter of days, torches and all. The old Steve would have let her burn and acted like he hadn’t handed them the matches to do it.

That’s not who he is now.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Steve says, “Billy and I are a secret.”

“Friends don’t lie,” El says, looking almost hurt by the assumption that she’s being asked to.

“It’s not lying. If too many people know it can put us in danger. It’s like-“

His eyes light up.

“Your super powers! Those had to be a secret right? So you’d be safe. It’s like that.”

El understands this perfectly.

“I will keep you and Billy safe,” she says with a mild determination, “I promise.”

Steve realizes that the fighting has stopped downstairs. He wonders if that’s a good thing or not. He stands up and offers a hand to help El up.

“We should check on them,” Steve notes as El pulls on his arm.

As Steve prepares himself for whatever scene awaits him downstairs, he makes it a point to stay in front of El. Her powers had made her strong but with or without them Steve is going to protect this kid. Even if it’s just keeping her safe from little bull shit things.

Speaking of bull shit, he’s going to have to figure out a way to let Joyce know that El needs an actual sex talk but that’s a problem for another day.

[imagine-loki]

Packless Monsters

TITLE: Packless Monsters CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 31/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper’s life RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

    The sun was up when you woke.

    Woke?

    The morning after the start of Winter’s Moon?

    You didn’t sleep the first night of Winter’s Moon. Not since you were a child. You curled in a ball and shook and cried and fought for control against the wolf all night. It was a hard, hard battle every year.

    You opened your eyes quickly, scared of what could have happened to change the routine, and found yourself curled around your Loki. Of course, that’s what had changed. And it was just like so many mornings that you woke up with him because you were an incorrigible cuddler…except for the distinct lack of clothing all around. You flushed as the events of the previous night finally came back to you. “Stop that,” Loki scolded lightly, bopping your nose with a long finger. “No need for embarrassment or shame. We had an enjoyable evening, one that I would gladly repeat, and I am quite glad I got to share it with you, my darling.” You relaxed at his open honest, his straightforwardness was reassuing.

    You kissed him lightly. “I love you,” you told him softly and laid your head on his chest for another minute until you realized that you really did need to get up. “As much as I love cuddles, I need a shower.” You licked his nose as you climbed over him to get out of the bed.

    “Annoying puppy,” he grumbled, rubbing the wet spot on his nose indignantly. You were laughing as you slowly, sorely made your way to find your nice hot shower. He chuckled, knowing exactly why you were sore. You turned around and stuck your tongue out at him.

    “Annoying god,” you grumbled right back at him. He laughed harder.

    *

    The hot shower helped and you carefully dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a soft black shirt that had originally been Loki’s. A messy bun and fuzzy socks and you were comfortable to lounge around the tower for a lazy Sunday. Your clothing choice and disheveled hair were also carefully calculated to tell your boyfriend that you were very much not interested in partaking in more of last night’s activity. At least not right now. Loki was smart enough to get the message and wouldn’t press or pry. The hot shower hadn’t removed the smell of Loki from your skin. That wasn’t going away anytime soon. Jareth had been able to smell that you hadn’t had sex with Loki yet. Well, he’d be able to tell now that you had, any wolf would…

    Loki was waiting in the hall for you, leaning against the wall next to your bedroom door, his nose buried in a book as per usual. You smiled at how adorable he was. You also noted that he was freshly showered as well, wearing black lounge pants and a green shirt. He had his hair tied back, except for the lovelock which hung loose. He was dressed just as comfortably and casually as you were. He looked over at you and smiled warmly, snapping his book shut and vanishing it as he did. You stood up on your toes to give him a light kiss.

    “So, what are we up to today, little wolf?” he asked, though he looked you over as if sensing the difference in you, but not quite being able to put his finger on what it was. You couldn’t help him figure it out either.

    “A nice lazy Sunday,” you replied with a smile. “I was thinking Harry Potter movie marathon,” you took his hand and started toward the elevator.

    “Books, Harry Potter, tea, and my darling’s company? Sounds like a wonderful Sunday indeed,” he said warmly. He then looked down at your joined hands, concerned, then touched your forehead. “Are you alright? You’re…cold,”

    You laughed. “Compared to you? I’m not cold,” you teased him. His hand was still cold compared to yours.

    He frowned, obviously wanting a direct answer. “Very well, you’re less warm than usual,” he conceded.

    “I’m fine,” you finally told him. His frown deepened. You sighed heavily, damn human-shaped lie detector. “Fine. I can’t tell you. Is that better?”

    “No, but I respect that answer better than you trying to sneak a lie past me,” he replied, his tone teasing. You huffed and stuck your tongue out at him.

    “Annoying god,” you grumbled at him, but laughed.

    You stiffened when you walked into the dining room to find the team eating breakfast. You didn’t want them to comment on last night. “Not one word, Stark,” you heard Nat threaten when she caught sight of you and Loki getting off the elevator.

    “Shellhead, if you say anything to upset my lady, I will not stop her from throwing you out of the window,” Loki warned, though his tone was pleasant, daring so he could watch Tony get defenestrated.

    “Sorry, Lo. If he does anything stupid, you’ll have to throw him yourself,” you replied, then immediately bit back a curse at the sudden pain behind your eyes. Your hand went to your head and you pulled the bottle of ibuprofen from your pocket. You’d had a feeling that you would have to answer questions today. “Seriously, that was enough to trigger the geas?” you growled as you threw back some of the pills, desperate for the sudden headache to go away. Loki gave you a concerned look and took a step closer, wanting to help, but not knowing how. You shook your head. You’d be ok.

    He turned his attention back to Tony. “Very well, I will throw you myself. It would be my absolute pleasure,” Loki added that last part with a mischievous grin over at you. You gave him a small smile in return and took your place at the table, pulling a couple of pancakes off the stack for yourself.

    Tony thought it over. You were a little Omega wolf and could be reasoned with as long as the wolf wasn’t in control. Loki couldn’t be reasoned with or distracted if he was upset. Tony was actually lucky he was getting a warning at all. Tony opened his mouth anyway. “So, what’s it like to be with a god? Is it true what the say about the endowment?” He asked, holding his hands like a foot apart, clearly asking about the size of certain piece of Loki’s anatomy. Like you’d tell him.

    Loki had a malicious malevolent glare on his face for an instant before it turned to a mischievous glint. “Brother…” Thor warned, catching the exact mood of Loki’s. Whatever he was up to, there was worse than the normal defenestration in store for Tony. Tony realized it too late.

    Loki ignored Thor and glided over to Tony with a predator’s grace. He was suddenly standing over Tony, who was leaning back in his chair, unsure of what Loki was up to. Loki moved, his face an inch from Tony’s. “If you would really like to know…” Loki purred in a seductive tone as he ran one finger down Tony’s cheek and jaw. “I am sure I could be convinced to give you a demonstration.” Tony blanched as this joke went in the exact opposite direction of where he had wanted it to. He didn’t know how to deal with it either.

    “I-I think I’d rather just throw myself out the window,” Tony pushed his chair back away from Loki, somehow blanched and flushed at the same time. This joke was really not going his way.

    “You were so eager a moment ago,” Loki moved forward again, seductive, maliciously teasing, and predatory, angry glint in his eyes.

    “Lo, just throw him out the window and be done with it. You’ve made your point and tortured the tin man enough,” you told Loki, laughing at the display. You weren’t threatened by Loki’s actions, he was playing, however maliciously. Tony wouldn’t make any stupid comments about this topic again in front of Loki.

    “As you wish, darling,” Loki was instantly back to normal. He lifted Tony from his chair easily and walked straight for the defenestration window. Instead of throwing Tony out, holding him by the throat and throwing him from that angle, he shifted Tony and threw him headfirst out the window like a javelin.

    “Impressive throw,” Nat commented.

    “That may be a new record,” Bruce added as he made the tallymark on the dry erase board next to the window.

    Loki nodded, accepting their praise and kissed the top of your head on his way to his chair next to yours. You’d gotten him a stack of pancakes while he was torturing Tony. He looked at your plate. “Love, that’s not enough, you eat like us,” Loki prodded you.

    “It’s plenty,” you replied carefully. Loki looked unhappy, but didn’t argue anymore. Tony rejoined you a few minutes later, stripping off the Ironman suit as he returned to the table.

    “I do have an actual question,” Cap started, hesitantly, directing the question to you.

    You nodded. “I’ll answer it if I can,”

    “Should we be expecting a repeat of last night?” Cap finally figured out how he wanted to word his question.

    It was a legitimate concern. You shook your head. “Not until next year,” you told him firmly. “I swear. I would have figured out how to warn you better, but I wasn’t sure you’d be affected. You’re not werewolves,” you added apologetically. You hadn’t meant to affect them all like that.

    “That’s a relief at least,” Nat commented. “I thought I was going to have to kick all of their asses last night. Which would have been fun, but they get so whiny when I hurt them,” she pouted and you laughed. The team promised that it was ok and they weren’t mad. There would just be precautions taken next year.

    *

    “C’mon, Sunday sparring,” Cap told everyone when breakfast was over. You all groaned.

    “Cap, I can’t-” you started.

    “Can’t shift?” he asked before you could finish the sentence and potentially trigger another stupid migraine. You nodded. That wasn’t all of it, but you couldn’t clarify. “That’s fine. Hand-to-hand today. C’mon,” he ordered.

    Groaning and grumbling, everyone headed down to the training room. Tony had had locker rooms built down here, so you had somewhere to change and leave your gross workout clothes after the training, which somehow were cleaned again before Cap called the next sparring day or training event. You were hesitant for this, but couldn’t argue, so you changed and made your way nervously to the training room.

    “Nat, Y/N, you’re up first,” Cap ordered.

    “Cap-” you started, but he didn’t seem to notice. So you stepped onto the mats. This was a terrible idea. You couldn’t tell them either. Stupid werewolf laws. You bowed to Nat, too many years of training ingrained in you to do otherwise, and settled into a stance. She settled into her own stance. She was on you in a flurry of movement and speed the second Cap called the match. It was speed you couldn’t hope to match today. You still had hard earned skill, though your punches lacked strength and your body just wouldn’t move like it was supposed to.

    Cap watched, observed, critiqued. After a short respite where Tony and Clint tried to take down Thor, you were called up again with daggers to spar Loki. This was a stupid idea, but Loki had been watching too. He knew something was wrong. He moved much slower than usual, letting you actually keep up with him, until Cap kept barking at you both that you were much faster than this and to move. You usually were much faster than this and much stronger than this. You couldn’t keep up, though you tried, you really, really tried.

    You fell hard on your ass to avoid getting sliced open by a dagger.

    “Yield!” you called desperately. You couldn’t keep trying to do this. You were going to get hurt.

    “What’s wrong with you today?” Cap asked. You glared at him for pressing the issue. You had just wanted to curl up with your Loki and watch Harry Potter. Was that too much to ask?

    “Fuck it, it’s worth the migraine for the rest of the day to have you all stop trying to figure out what’s going on and just torturing us all about it,” you grumbled as you got to your feet. You bit back the pain as the geas knew you were planning on breaking it. “I’m human. Until the next full moon,” you spat the words out. “That is Winter’s Moon. All of the female wolves are human and mortal, with none of the strength, speed, healing ability, or shifting ability of the wolf,” you told them all quickly, your hands going to your temples, as you fought back the black spots and whimpers of pain. Loki was there in an instant, his cold hands on your temples, magic soothing some of the pain, but only some. There was only so much even he could do.

    “That is why female wolves are not usually seen out in the world?” Cap asked, noting words you’d told them months ago. You nodded.

    “Biologically that’s impossible,” Tony protested.

    “It’s magic tincan, it doesn’t have to be possible,” you growled, pain making your temper sharp. “Biologically, I’m a werewolf of course, but for all intents and purposes, I’m human. The old stories say that our Lady, the moon, turns her back on her daughters for their sin of lust during Winter’s Heat, aka last night. I’m pretty sure it was old Catholic men who wrote those particular tales. The point remains, this is why I told you I can’t go on any missions for the next two weeks. It’s dangerous enough just to be out in public. I still smell like a werewolf to other wolves, I still am a werewolf, except without any of my abilities.” You whimpered, placing your forehead against Loki’s cool chest as the pain started radiating from your head down your neck, black splotches would have been overtaking your vision had you dared open your eyes. You had to stop talking before this got worse, but there was one more thing that had to be said.

    “The male wolves aren’t affected.”

[avenging-fandoms]

Confess / Sweet Pea

*requested by anonymous *A sweet pea imagine where reggie confesses in front of you and sweets and he just insults sweet pea saying his a bad boyfriend and sweets just punches reggie and they fight and after that Y/N tends to sweet peas wounds *in which reggie tells y/n that he likes her and that sweet pea is a trashy boyfriend, and the two get in a fight, but y/n tends to her boyfriend’s wounds *WARNING: fluff, fighting, angsty! *word count: 2156 *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

*sweet pea actually does play basketball, proof here

no one really expected the captain of the cheer leading squad to date a serpent, but when you and sweet pea started to date, everyone was shocked to their core.

you didn’t care who did care. sweet pea was a totally different person behind closed doors. he’s a total softy, and the most caring and supportive boyfriend ever.

he would go to every football game, just to watch you cheer. he loved to see how flexible you could be, too. he’d drag toni along, and always point out something incredible you would do. a smile never left his face as he watched you and the squad perform the dance. 

and during his basketball games, he tried so hard to keep his eyes off of you. you were sitting in the stands, cheering for your sexy ass boyfriend in the uniform. 

someone else was trying so hard to keep their eyes off you. and that would be reggie mantle. 

reggie had always had a liking in you. he loved watching you dance and sway your hips in the cheer uniform at his football games. he’d always ask archie to put in a good word for him, but archie never did because you were his friend and he knew how in love you were with sweet pea. 

he would purposely make comments in the locker room just so sweet pea could hear.

“you see y/n in the stands today? she looked gorgeous, but i wish i could see her in that cheer uniform again, cheering for me.” reggie snickered and so did chuck and a couple other players.

“yeah,” sweet pea slammed his locker door, bag over his shoulder. “she looked even more gorgeous because of my jacket around her.”

sweet pea angrily left the locker room, the water from the shower he took after the game dripping on his forehead still from his hair. he turned the corner and bumped into you.

“hey! you did so good today!” you smile and sweet pea looked away, jaw clenched. “sweets?”

your hand touched his cheek and his body instantly relaxed. he looked down at you and leaned down, connecting his lips with yours roughly. your arms wrap around his neck and tangle in his wet hair, and you laugh as some of the remaining water dripped on your cheek. 

he pulls away and you give him a questioning look. “something wrong?” sweet pea opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “and don’t lie to me, you know that i know when you lie.”

sweet pea closed his mouth and sighs, shaking his hair and you wrap an arm around his waist, walking out of the school.

“it’s just reggie. he keeps.. making comments about you”

“like what kind of comments?” you ask, putting sweet pea’s bag inside the seat of his bike. he gets on and you stand between his legs, his hands on your waist and your hands on his shoulders.

“comments about how good you look in your cheer uniform and how you cheer for him and how you looked so gorgeous today. which you do, but i just hate when i hear it coming from someone else. someone better suited for-”

“hey! no one is better suited for me than you, sweets, i promise you that. sure, we might’ve lived on different sides of town, and just because reggie and i lived on the same side of town all our lives, does not mean he’s better suited. he’s a jerk, and an asshole, and only thinks of himself” you cut sweet pea off and he smiled. 

“you are so unbelievably amazing, y/n” he bit his lip softly.

“and you are so unbelievably fantastic, sweet pea” you lean in and kiss him passionately. you two pull away after a minute, trying to catch your breaths. “so, how about we get home and i’ll show you just how proud i am of you” you whisper in his ear and he groans.

“the things you do to me, baby” you smirk and hop on behind him on the motorcycle. his engine revs and you two speed off to his trailer.

you hopped off of sweet pea’s bike as you two pulled up to the school. you take off the helmet and shake your hair, sweet pea staring as you put away the helmet and grab your bag.

“yes?” you laugh and he puts his jacket on your shoulders, his arm around your shoulders.

“you’re just so gorgeous i still can’t believe you’re mine”

“such a sap” you tease and he laughs, kissing you quickly. you two walk into the school and he pushes you slightly against your locker “hey!”

“you just look so kissable today” he whispered and you bit you lip.

“oh yeah? what’re you gonna do about it?” you taunt and sweet pea chuckles deeply.

“oh you don’t wanna know”

“i do” sweet pea rolled his eyes and turned around, coming face to face with reggie mantle himself.

“can i help you?”

“no, but your girlfriend back there might” reggie winked at you and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “my god, y/n? how’d you end up with such trash like this? i mean, he vandalized the floor with the snake.”

“we all know it was you, asshole” you growl and dig your nails slightly into your arm. a crowd started to circle around you 3 and your jaw clenched, sweet pea’s fists tight by his side as reggie smirked. 

“oh it wasn’t me, dear serpent. see, i’m not some low life scum with a hot girlfriend that i don’t deserve”

sweet pea lunged forward and struck reggie in the cheek, the crowd jumping and ‘ohh’ ing. 

“sweet pea, knock it off!” you exclaim, but the serpent doesn’t listen. reggie looks at sweet pea and swings, you ducking and toni pulling you out of the fight. “we have to do something before they kill each other!”

the two had blood dripping from their noses, and sweet pea had a nasty cut on his lip, and you knew he had worse.

“we can’t, y/n! we’d be the ones killed!” you held onto toni tightly and you watched as archie and fangs pulled the fighting boys off of each other. 

“you guys take reggie to the locker room, and get him cleaned up” he shoved the instigating asshole towards the football players. they nodded and pulled reggie away, who was still shouting at sweet pea. “y/n, and and sweet pea ride with me in the car and jughead you drive sweet pea’s motorcycle back to his trailer.” archie explained and you nodded, glaring past everyone as you raced towards archie’s car. you get in and slam the door, and as the three of you rode in the car with old rock playing on the radio, you could feel sweet pea’s eyes on you.

archie helped sweet pea onto the couch and sweet pea landed with a loud grunt and moan. “ow”

“i got it from here, thanks archie” you kissed his cheek and he nodded, smiling a bit.

“text me if you need me”

“get me my assignments please” you asked and archie nodded once again, leaving the trailer. sweet pea shifted on the couch and whimpered. “maybe you wouldn’t hurt so much if you weren’t such an idiot” you take the jacket off and slam it on the couch, going to the kitchen and grabbing the first aid kid and a big ice pack. you wrap it up and walk over to sweet pea with the ice pack in one hand, the first aid kit in the other. you grabbed the ibuprofen and gave him 3, and some water. he took the pills and chugged some water.

you pulled the coffee table closer to the couch and unbuttoned sweet pea’s flannel, sighing and shaking your head at the horrible bruise on his stomach. you placed the ice pack on his stomach and open the kit, pouring some water on a gauze and wiped away the dry blood.

sweet pea watched your every mood as you fixed him up. he felt horrible, even though he was protecting what was his.

“this might hurt” you warn and dab the gauze with peroxide on his forehead cut but he didn’t flinch. you placed a bandage over it and cleaned his lip, not with the peroxide, and applied vaseline on his lip.

you clean then wrap up his knuckles, just thinking about how stupid he was. you cleaned up the first aid kit and put it back, standing in the kitchen for a minute and thinking.

“i was protecting you” he finally spoke. you walked over and placed your hands on your hips, glaring down at him.

“i could have protected myself, i’ve been doing it since 4th grade!”

“i was protecting you because i don’t want to lose you, alright?! reggie’s right, i’m trash, and i don’t deserve to have you. why are you even here cleaning me up? i’m the lowlife serpent scum who would’ve done it just fine!”

you drop your arms and laugh, throwing your head back. “you are so, god damn, stubborn! how many times have i told you? reggie is a self-conceded asshole who only wants to get in girl’s pants! you? you actually love me! you care for me, make me smile, you’re selfless! you’re the total opposite of that asshole and i deserve to be with you and not him!” you argue back, both of you out of breath. sweet pea looked down and sucked his teeth, shaking his head. “don’t you shake your head at me, i’m telling you the truth.” you sat on the couch next to him, holding his face.

your eyes go to his left eye that had a black bruise around his. sweet pea turned his head, ashamed. 

“i’m stupid, i know. i shouldn’t have done that” he whispered. 

“damn straight, you could have gotten kicked off of the basketball team, or worse, suspended from school. you can’t let a stupid douchebag like reggie get under your skin. i know you, sweet pea. you have such thick skin and don’t let anything get to you” you make him face you again, your thumb rubbing over his cheek.

“i have thin skin when it comes to you. you’re the one good thing that has ever happened to me, and if i ever lost you i could not mentally and emotionally survive. you’re the one person to reel me back onto earth’s surface, the one who calms me down in any situation. you’re... you’re the love of my life” his voice got quiet at the end, and you sigh.

“listen to me, and let it be imprinted in your brain. i will only love you. i do only love you. i don’t love reggie, or archie, or whoever else. i only want you” you cry and he smiles, holding your cheeks and kissing you sweetly.

he shifts and whimpers and you pull away quickly. “no, no, baby, i’m fine”

“no, you stay there. we can watch movies all day and you can just lay there and do minimal motion as possible” you pop in ‘Cry-Baby’ and sit on the floor, holding sweet pea’s hand on your shoulder, kissing it every once and a while before resting your cheek on it. 

sweet pea could not stop staring at you the whole movie. he absolutely loved watching you sing along to the songs, and sometimes subtly dancing. 

when the movie ended, you looked at sweet pea and he smiled. “you know you’re the cutest girl to ever live?”

“hey, hey. clearly you haven’t seen jughead” you answer back and pop in a new movie. you sit down and sweet pea looks at you. “what?”

“he’s not a girl!”

“he’s still the cutest” you wink and sweet pea pokes your side and you laugh. “sorry, sorry, archie’s the cutest”

“my god! you are so lucky that i can’t move much”

“you know,” you climbed on the couch and rubbed his arm “you never showed me what you were going to do at the locker, because we were rudely interrupted”

“well, it’s kind of hard to show you what i would’ve done because i can barely move, and that’s the rudely interrupter’s fault.” he said and you laugh.

“you’re so stupid, you know that?” you push his hair back out of his face and he smiles softly.

“i’m so stupid when it comes to you and your love, baby girl.”

[blancheharlow]

Of All The Lies | SOLO

TLDR: Jeremy and Blanche exchange some words.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Assault, Bad Language, Ableist Language, Bullying

Another day. Hopefully one where she didn’t almost die. She cracked her neck, trying to roll the achiness out of her joints. Blanche skipped a last glance in the mirror that day as she left the house. It just wasn’t worth it.

At least, that’s what she told herself. 10 minutes later, she was carefully checking her eyeliner in her rearview mirror.  Blanche pulled into her parking spot, and sighed as she watched everyone rushing to enter the building before the second bell rang.

Blanche felt her heart sink into her chest. 

Just until June. She just had to survive until June. And she could graduate and.... Well, she didn’t know what would happen then. Her father still wouldn’t speak with her. Her mother cast her disappointed looks. Maybe going across the country was the only choice.

Blanche took refuge in the bathroom by second period. People were getting to be too much for her these days. In previous years, it was easy to ignore the looks because she was actively trying to hide something. They could look all they wanted, say what they wanted, think what they wanted. What did it matter to her?

But they kept calling her crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy. She wasn’t crazy. Blanche saw ghosts. Ghosts were real. Vampires were real. Things like that were real. There wasn’t any hiding it. There couldn’t be any hiding it. Blanche was sick of hiding it. 

She remembered that boy yelling at her-- the other Blanche’s brother. That was a weird thing to think about. Blanche glanced in the bathroom mirror, brushing an eyelash off her pale cheek. She then saw a pair of eyes staring at her. She sucked in a breath, bracing herself against the sink.

“What are you doing here, Granny?”

“Why didn’t you let Reza kill him?” Granny fired back. Blanche pressed her lips together.

“Granny. You know that’s wrong. Reza wouldn’t have forgiven him.”

“Do you forgive him?”

Blanche straightened slightly. “Reza? It wasn’t his fault that happened.” Granny looked at her sharply.

“I didn’t mean Reza.”

She stared. “You mean Jeremy, Granny?”

Granny nodded.

Blanche sighed slightly, sniffing as she wiped her eyes. “Fuck no way.” Blanche said.

“I wouldn’t either.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to hurt him.”

“I know.” Granny agreed.

Blanche reached for her bag and dug around for some ibuprofen she wasn’t supposed to have on her. “We don’t hurt people Granny.”

Granny stayed silent for a moment. “There is... something wrong.”

Her fingers closed around the bottle of aspirin, and Blanche glanced up, guiltily. “I know.”

Neither of them said it.

“What do we do about it?” Granny whispered to her. They were both unwilling to admit it. Blanche didn’t know how this could have happened to her poor Granny. Blanche shifted.

“Stay away from Rebecca.” Blanche warned. “And whatever the hell that demon’s name is. She said... Rebecca said.... There’s other options. I think. Something about being reborn. And not just disappearing.”

“Blanche.” GRanny said sharply. “I don’t believe in that.”

“There’s got to be something that will make this right.” Blanche insisted, leaning forward to prop her leg up.

“What do you mean?”

“Granny. I’m not studying with Rebecca to get rid of you. She isn’t a ghost hunter. She does it to problem ghosts and those who ask her too.” Blanche said. “She helped people. I’m not doing it to make you angry. You should know that.”

Granny stared at her, unhappily. “I know.”

“I think I can fix this.” Blanche insisted. “I really do.”

“You’re a smart kid.” Granny agreed. “If only you would stand up straight...” Blanche let out a groan. “Or straighten your hair more, or even just put a little bit of makeup on that mole on your neck. And we--”

 Blanche cut her off. “Enough.”

“Um--” Blanche’s head whipped to the door. A freshman was staring at her with wide eyes. 

“I’m on the phone.” Blanche snapped, holding her phone up. She crutched out without another word. 

“--I heard that girls that lose their tempers easily are more likely to be psychotic and get locked up before they turn 20.” 

Blanche glanced up from her desk. Amanda was looking straight at her. They had a sub in Calculus that day-- Mr. Goodwin was practically asleep. Poor guy. Blanche raised her eyebrows, and leaned forward. Amanda was still staring, waiting for her to respond. She let out a sigh and swiped her books into her bag. 

“Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” Blanche smiled mockingly at her, watch the shock sink into Amanda’s face. Blanche stood, swung her bag over her shoulder and started crutching to her next class.

That was probably the only good thing about being on crutches. Leaving class 5 minutes early. The downside was she barely had any friends willing to carry er stuff, other than AJ in the few classes they did have together. Blanche heard Amanda bite another insult at her, but she ignored it. 

She didn’t need this. Could she do this until June? Why not just drop out now.... Blanche frowned, sighing as she blew a piece of hair out of her face.

Maybe she should just focus on surviving the day.

The rest of the school day was as uneventful as it could be. People were still giving her shit for what happened last Tuesday, added with whatever snark she had given Amanda that morning. Blanche could take it, she had a thick skin before this. It wasn’t like one incident was going to kick her ass.

However, she had been doing her damnedest to avoid Jeremy since the incident with Reza. She'd been doing pretty good until he cornered her as she tried to crutch to her car. Blanche felt someone approach from behind as she stood at her locker, and she had to bite back a groan. 

 Jeremy slapped the locker next to her as he leaned over her." I need to talk to you." He said. The fearlessness she shown the week before had evaporated. . Blanche pressed her lips together in a thin line, and slammed her locker shut. Her bag rested at her feet, and Jeremy leaned and swooped it up. "I'll carry your stuff." Somehow, she suspected his smile was not as friendly as he was pretending. "Come on."

Blanche grumbled and followed him. He has bandages up his arm, but otherwise he looked fine. She regretted staying later, wanting to avoid the buses and the parking lot drama. But that left hardly any witnesses in the actual school to help her. He lead her to an empty classroom, and Blanche paused. This was not smart. Jeremy gestured for her to go into the class room. Blanche let out a sigh.

Granny had disappeared since the incident, so she was fucked. There was no one to help her once this went wrong. Jeremy shut the door.

"Well this is creepy." Blanche said, dryly.

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, dropping her backpack on a desk. 

"What the fuck happened the other day?" Jeremy glowered at her. Blanche's eyes narrowed. Right. This was a thing.

 "I don't know. I stayed after school for math, AJ had detention because someone beat his face in, and we heard a shit ton of commotion."

"Bullshit. There's no way both of you were just conveniently there while some fucking psycho bit me and caused lights explode like the fucking-"

"Can't you just be fucking grateful we were there to help you?!" Blanche cut him off angrily.    Sure it was her fault that had happened, but it wasn't her fault that Granny decided to go batshit or that Reza couldn't control himself.

"Have you seen my arms? And my fucking neck? It looks like I was bitten and-" Her temper flared. She did not want to be having this conversation with someone had been tormenting her for years. 

"Jeremy! Jesus fucking Christ, what do you want me to tell you?! Neither of us know what happened- what? You were bitten by a vampire that we fucking fought?! We saved your ass! I don't fucking know how any of it happened!"

“You’re lying.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. 

“I am not. How the fuck am I supposed to explain any of it.”

"You have to know something you were fucking talking to yourself like the freak you are!" Jeremy spat, stepping forward, pushing her shoulders back. Blanche stumbled back.

"What the fuck, Jeremy!" Blanche snapped, steadying herself. 

“What? Can’t back your words up, you stupid girl?”

 "How about: I see dead people, you were attacked by a vampire and a poltergeist, and AJ was just fucking there you-"Jeremy's fist connected with her jaw, and Blanche screamed as she fell back off her crutches. Her cast bounced against the ground, her jaw and leg exploding in pain. Blanche cussed, trying to squirm away.

"Please stop!” Blanche spluttered, trying to move. 

Jeremy was on top of her, straddling her to hold her down. Blanche looked up, violently jerking as she tried to break free. "Listen you little freak-" Jeremy bent inches from her face, and Blanche growled. 

"Get the fuck off me you piece of-" Jeremy snatched the front of her sweatshirt, pulled her up and slammed her back on the ground. Bla

"Shut the fuck up! You walk around like you know everything when you don’t fucking know anything. No one gives a single fuck about you. They could care less if you fucking died, do you hear me? You're a scitzo freak who-" Blanche lurched, but her arms were pinned to her body by his knees. She was in pain, and she was still seeing stars.He shifted on her. Blanche groaned, tried to yell even, but she was having trouble breathing. She was panicking.

What was wrong with Jeremy-- Blanche groaned. SHe was seeing stars still, black spots in her version. His fist connected with her cheek again. Jeremy wrenched himself over to her broken leg. His knees pinned her arms to her side. SHe could feel him ripping at her leg, doing... something to her fucking cast---

“Maybe I’ll give you a fucking reminder of what you actually are. Plenty of room between all those fucking signatures from friends.” 

“Get off!” Blanche gasped in pain.

Jeremy finished whatever he was doing picked up her leg, and dropped it. The plaster of the cast bounced and her leg felt like it was on fire. Fuck. “You told me I’d be a fucking disappointment in my life? Well you know what you’re going to be, Blanche?” He rarely referred to her as her first name. He turned back to her, the pressure on her arms relenting. 

“Alone. Everyone thinks you’re fucking psycho. You should be locked up away from society so you don’t fucking give anyone a chance to--” Blanche had shifted, and suddenly she felt her fist connect with his face a loud whap. Jeremy was thoroughly unprepared for that, and he fell backwards. Blanche yanked herself out of his grip completely, snatching her crutch, and she bashed him in his already broken nose. 

He let out a yelp and backed away holding his face. She was free. Blanche immediately tried to stand. 

“You bitch!” He swore at her. “You ugly bit--”

“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that!” Blanche hissed, ignoring the fact that tears had sprung to her eyes. Probably from the pain.“You don’t get to talk to me like that you son of a bitch! All you do is focus on what other people think about you and you let your fucking emotions get the better of you-- You’re a fucking dickhead. I’d rather be alone that have friends like you assholes.”

Blanche angrily wiped her face. Jeremy held his hands up in surrender. Clearly he was unable to take the pain and Blanche felt herself roll her eyes. She steadied herself on a desk, straightening blouse. Blanche looked down a her cast. There was angry words written all over it--- Blanche looked at the uncapped sharpie that lay forgotten on the ground.

Bitch. Scitzo. Freak. Ugly. Creep. Various ugly black lines all down her cast. Tears sprang to her eyes. Goddamn it.

This wasn’t about what had happened the other day with Reza. This was about revenge for calling his out in the parking lot. He had planned this all along.

She had hit him too. That was a fucking problem-- she could easily get in just as much trouble. His eye was starting to swell and one of her rings had given him a tiny cut on his forehead. Blanche prodded her jaw carefully. Ouch. That wouldn’t be anything she couldn’t cover with more makeup, hopefully.

Jeremy was still on the ground. Things diffused the second Blanche had hit him back. Clearly he wasn’t used to jumping someone without his posse. 

“You--” 

“Don’t fucking talk to me!” Blanche seethed, leaning against a desk tiredly. “You are garbage!” She spat, and Jeremy glowered up at her, holding his nose. “You treat everybody like fucking dirt to feel better about yourself and if you don’t start changing your fucking tune you’re going to be the one that’s alone.”

Jeremy hustled to his feet, though Blanche wasn’t really ready for a round 2. But he just leaned forward. “Fuck you. Someone will knock that pretty little head of yours off your shoulders someday. You’ll fucking see-- this town is fucked up. And when that happens you’ll see who comes to your fucking funeral.” Blanche’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck you, bitch. And stay the fuck away from me.” He was about to jab her in the shoulder, but Blanche slapped his hand away.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you piece of shit!” 

“Bite me!” Jeremy snapped. He pushed her again and fucking stormed out pf the classroom. Blanche stared at him in disbelief, before some sort of hysterical laughter bubbled out of her. Bite me?! 

Jeremy stopped, turning to look at her. “What?”

“You’re fucking kidding me?!” The laughter bubbled out of her, showing no sign of stopping. “Bite me-- goddamn it. You couldn’t come up with something less ironic. God, you’re such garbage.”

He looked like he was going to come after her again, and the words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them. 

“And if you or your buddies fucking touch me , AJ. or anyone again I’ll call that person back and deliver him to you personally. Fuck off.”

Jeremy stared, eyes going wide at the threat. And then he was gone, slamming the door behind him.

Blanche sank into her  desk, half laughing, half crying, hysterical. Blanche felt Granny behind her, but she ignored her, her head dropping into her hands.

Granny’s voice floated to her. “At least you finally learned to threaten people dear.”

[meriisgreatlmao]

TLDR: Jeremy and Blanche exchange some words.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Assault, Bad Language, Ableist Language, Bullying

Another day. Hopefully one where she didn’t almost die. She cracked her neck, trying to roll the achiness out of her joints. Blanche skipped a last glance in the mirror that day as she left the house. It just wasn’t worth it.

At least, that’s what she told herself. 10 minutes later, she was carefully checking her eyeliner in her rearview mirror.  Blanche pulled into her parking spot, and sighed as she watched everyone rushing to enter the building before the second bell rang.

Blanche felt her heart sink into her chest.

Just until June. She just had to survive until June. And she could graduate and.... Well, she didn’t know what would happen then. Her father still wouldn’t speak with her. Her mother cast her disappointed looks. Maybe going across the country was the only choice.

Blanche took refuge in the bathroom by second period. People were getting to be too much for her these days. In previous years, it was easy to ignore the looks because she was actively trying to hide something. They could look all they wanted, say what they wanted, think what they wanted. What did it matter to her?

But they kept calling her crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy. She wasn’t crazy. Blanche saw ghosts. Ghosts were real. Vampires were real. Things like that were real. There wasn’t any hiding it. There couldn’t be any hiding it. Blanche was sick of hiding it.

She remembered that boy yelling at her-- the other Blanche’s brother. That was a weird thing to think about. Blanche glanced in the bathroom mirror, brushing an eyelash off her pale cheek. She then saw a pair of eyes staring at her. She sucked in a breath, bracing herself against the sink.

“What are you doing here, Granny?”

“Why didn’t you let Reza kill him?” Granny fired back. Blanche pressed her lips together.

“Granny. You know that’s wrong. Reza wouldn’t have forgiven him.”

“Do you forgive him?”

Blanche straightened slightly. “Reza? It wasn’t his fault that happened.” Granny looked at her sharply.

“I didn’t mean Reza.”

She stared. “You mean Jeremy, Granny?”

Granny nodded.

Blanche sighed slightly, sniffing as she wiped her eyes. “Fuck no way.” Blanche said.

“I wouldn’t either.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to hurt him.”

“I know.” Granny agreed.

Blanche reached for her bag and dug around for some ibuprofen she wasn’t supposed to have on her. “We don’t hurt people Granny.”

Granny stayed silent for a moment. “There is... something wrong.”

Her fingers closed around the bottle of aspirin, and Blanche glanced up, guiltily. “I know.”

Neither of them said it.

“What do we do about it?” Granny whispered to her. They were both unwilling to admit it. Blanche didn’t know how this could have happened to her poor Granny. Blanche shifted.

“Stay away from Rebecca.” Blanche warned. “And whatever the hell that demon’s name is. She said... Rebecca said.... There’s other options. I think. Something about being reborn. And not just disappearing.”

“Blanche.” GRanny said sharply. “I don’t believe in that.”

“There’s got to be something that will make this right.” Blanche insisted, leaning forward to prop her leg up.

“What do you mean?”

“Granny. I’m not studying with Rebecca to get rid of you. She isn’t a ghost hunter. She does it to problem ghosts and those who ask her too.” Blanche said. “She helped people. I’m not doing it to make you angry. You should know that.”

Granny stared at her, unhappily. “I know.”

“I think I can fix this.” Blanche insisted. “I really do.”

“You’re a smart kid.” Granny agreed. “If only you would stand up straight...” Blanche let out a groan. “Or straighten your hair more, or even just put a little bit of makeup on that mole on your neck. And we--”

Blanche cut her off. “Enough.”

“Um--” Blanche’s head whipped to the door. A freshman was staring at her with wide eyes.

“I’m on the phone.” Blanche snapped, holding her phone up. She crutched out without another word.

“--I heard that girls that lose their tempers easily are more likely to be psychotic and get locked up before they turn 20.”

Blanche glanced up from her desk. Amanda was looking straight at her. They had a sub in Calculus that day-- Mr. Goodwin was practically asleep. Poor guy. Blanche raised her eyebrows, and leaned forward. Amanda was still staring, waiting for her to respond. She let out a sigh and swiped her books into her bag.

“Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” Blanche smiled mockingly at her, watch the shock sink into Amanda’s face. Blanche stood, swung her bag over her shoulder and started crutching to her next class.

That was probably the only good thing about being on crutches. Leaving class 5 minutes early. The downside was she barely had any friends willing to carry er stuff, other than AJ in the few classes they did have together. Blanche heard Amanda bite another insult at her, but she ignored it.

She didn’t need this. Could she do this until June? Why not just drop out now.... Blanche frowned, sighing as she blew a piece of hair out of her face.

Maybe she should just focus on surviving the day.

The rest of the school day was as uneventful as it could be. People were still giving her shit for what happened last Tuesday, added with whatever snark she had given Amanda that morning. Blanche could take it, she had a thick skin before this. It wasn’t like one incident was going to kick her ass.

However, she had been doing her damnedest to avoid Jeremy since the incident with Reza. She'd been doing pretty good until he cornered her as she tried to crutch to her car. Blanche felt someone approach from behind as she stood at her locker, and she had to bite back a groan.

Jeremy slapped the locker next to her as he leaned over her." I need to talk to you." He said. The fearlessness she shown the week before had evaporated. . Blanche pressed her lips together in a thin line, and slammed her locker shut. Her bag rested at her feet, and Jeremy leaned and swooped it up. "I'll carry your stuff." Somehow, she suspected his smile was not as friendly as he was pretending. "Come on."

Blanche grumbled and followed him. He has bandages up his arm, but otherwise he looked fine. She regretted staying later, wanting to avoid the buses and the parking lot drama. But that left hardly any witnesses in the actual school to help her. He lead her to an empty classroom, and Blanche paused. This was not smart. Jeremy gestured for her to go into the class room. Blanche let out a sigh.

Granny had disappeared since the incident, so she was fucked. There was no one to help her once this went wrong. Jeremy shut the door.

"Well this is creepy." Blanche said, dryly.

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, dropping her backpack on a desk.

"What the fuck happened the other day?" Jeremy glowered at her. Blanche's eyes narrowed. Right. This was a thing.

"I don't know. I stayed after school for math, AJ had detention because someone beat his face in, and we heard a shit ton of commotion."

"Bullshit. There's no way both of you were just conveniently there while some fucking psycho bit me and caused lights explode like the fucking-"

"Can't you just be fucking grateful we were there to help you?!" Blanche cut him off angrily.    Sure it was her fault that had happened, but it wasn't her fault that Granny decided to go batshit or that Reza couldn't control himself.

"Have you seen my arms? And my fucking neck? It looks like I was bitten and-" Her temper flared. She did not want to be having this conversation with someone had been tormenting her for years.

"Jeremy! Jesus fucking Christ, what do you want me to tell you?! Neither of us know what happened- what? You were bitten by a vampire that we fucking fought?! We saved your ass! I don't fucking know how any of it happened!"

"You have to know something you were fucking talking to yourself like the freak you are!" Jeremy spat, stepping forward, pushing her shoulders back. Blanche stumbled back.

"What the fuck, Jeremy!" Blanche snapped, steadying herself.

“What? Can’t back your words up, you stupid girl?”

"How about: I see dead people, you were attacked by a vampire and a poltergeist, and AJ was just fucking there you-"Jeremy's fist connected with her jaw, and Blanche screamed as she fell back off her crutches. Her cast bounced against the ground, her jaw and leg exploding in pain. Blanche cussed, trying to squirm away.

"Please stop!” Blanche spluttered, trying to move.

Jeremy was on top of her, straddling her to hold her down. Blanche looked up, violently jerking as she tried to break free. "Listen you little freak-" Jeremy bent inches from her face, and Blanche growled.

"Get the fuck off me you piece of-" Jeremy snatched the front of her sweatshirt, pulled her up and slammed her back on the ground. Bla

"Shut the fuck up! You walk around like you know everything when you don’t fucking know anything. No one gives a single fuck about you. They could care less if you fucking died, do you hear me? You're a scitzo freak who-" Blanche lurched, but her arms were pinned to her body by his knees. She was in pain, and she was still seeing stars.He shifted on her. Blanche groaned, tried to yell even, but she was having trouble breathing. She was panicking.

What was wrong with Jeremy-- Blanche groaned. SHe was seeing stars still, black spots in her version. His fist connected with her cheek again. Jeremy wrenched himself over to her broken leg. His knees pinned her arms to her side. SHe could feel him ripping at her leg, doing... something to her fucking cast---

“Maybe I’ll give you a fucking reminder of what you actually are. Plenty of room between all those fucking signatures from friends.”

“Get off!” Blanche gasped in pain.

Jeremy finished whatever he was doing picked up her leg, and dropped it. The plaster of the cast bounced and her leg felt like it was on fire. Fuck. “You told me I’d be a fucking disappointment in my life? Well you know what you’re going to be, Blanche?” He rarely referred to her as her first name. He turned back to her, the pressure on her arms relenting.

“Alone. Everyone thinks you’re fucking psycho. You should be locked up away from society so you don’t fucking give anyone a chance to--” Blanche had shifted, and suddenly she felt her fist connect with his face a loud whap. Jeremy was thoroughly unprepared for that, and he fell backwards. Blanche yanked herself out of his grip completely, snatching her crutch, and she bashed him in his already broken nose.

He let out a yelp and backed away holding his face. She was free. Blanche immediately tried to stand.

“You bitch!” He swore at her. “You ugly bit--”

“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that!” Blanche hissed, ignoring the fact that tears had sprung to her eyes. Probably from the pain.“You don’t get to talk to me like that you son of a bitch! All you do is focus on what other people think about you and you let your fucking emotions get the better of you-- You’re a fucking dickhead. I’d rather be alone that have friends like you assholes.”

Blanche angrily wiped her face. Jeremy held his hands up in surrender. Clearly he was unable to take the pain and Blanche felt herself roll her eyes. She steadied herself on a desk, straightening blouse. Blanche looked down a her cast. There was angry words written all over it--- Blanche looked at the uncapped sharpie that lay forgotten on the ground.

Bitch. Scitzo. Freak. Ugly. Creep. Various ugly black lines all down her cast. Tears sprang to her eyes. Goddamn it.

This wasn’t about what had happened the other day with Reza. This was about revenge for calling his out in the parking lot. He had planned this all along.

She had hit him too. That was a fucking problem-- she could easily get in just as much trouble. His eye was starting to swell and one of her rings had given him a tiny cut on his forehead. Blanche prodded her jaw carefully. Ouch. That wouldn’t be anything she couldn’t cover with more makeup, hopefully.

Jeremy was still on the ground. Things diffused the second Blanche had hit him back. Clearly he wasn’t used to jumping someone without his posse.

“You--”

“Don’t fucking talk to me!” Blanche seethed, leaning against a desk tiredly. “You are garbage!” She spat, and Jeremy glowered up at her, holding his nose. “You treat everybody like fucking dirt to feel better about yourself and if you don’t start changing your fucking tune you’re going to be the one that’s alone.”

Jeremy hustled to his feet, though Blanche wasn’t really ready for a round 2. But he just leaned forward. “Fuck you. Someone will knock that pretty little head of yours off your shoulders someday. You’ll fucking see-- this town is fucked up. And when that happens you’ll see who comes to your fucking funeral.” Blanche’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck you, bitch. And stay the fuck away from me.” He was about to jab her in the shoulder, but Blanche slapped his hand away.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you piece of shit!”

“Bite me!” Jeremy snapped. He pushed her again and fucking stormed out pf the classroom. Blanche stared at him in disbelief, before some sort of hysterical laughter bubbled out of her. SHe sank into a desk, half laughing, half crying. Blanche held her head in her hands.