#not my best choice the day I started my period

[lurkingshan]

The other day in a conversation about I'll Turn Back This Time, @troubled-mind asked me about my favorite dramas that show the same couple falling in love multiple times, in different iterations.

So of course, I am now here with a list! Takes on the fantasy trope that ITBTT uses--an alternate universe and/or time travel mechanism that sets up the protagonist to fall in love with the same person, or different versions of the same person, more than once--is actually not super common in dramas, but there are a handful of shows that do something like this:

Triage 

If you ask me what is the best QL with this trope, I don't even need to think about it: Triage is the answer. I love this show, and alongside its masterful suspense plot you get to watch these two try (and fail) to get the other to fall for them over and over again. It's a great time.

Someday or One Day 

If you ask me what is the best drama with this trope, period, I have to hand it to Someday or One Day, a Taiwanese drama that is probably my favorite time travel alternate universe romance of all time. In this one you get multiple versions of the same characters falling in love with each other and traversing time and space to find each other. It's so good that a Korean production attempted to replicate its magic. An absolute must watch for people who love this trope!

Every You Every Me

Now we're getting into some with asterisks. In this show you get to watch the same two actors play multiple different pairs who fall in love with each other in different universes--kind of. I can't say more or I will spoil it for those who haven't seen it yet! It's not a perfect show by any means, but it's a lot of fun.

4 Minutes 

This show is not a great example of this trope IMO, but it sort of gets at the experience, as you see a few different versions of the lead characters and their relationship through various narrative turns. I'm keeping it vague because saying much more would be spoilerific!

The Legend of the Blue Sea

A mermaid meets a conman, has a whirlwind romance, and then deletes his memory. But oops! They were already lovers in a previous life, her mermaid powers are not working quite as planned, and she can't stop herself from finding him again anyway. It's all a bit more complicated than that, but the point is you get to watch these two find each other and fall in love several times in multiple lifetimes. And damn did I love it every time.

Until We Meet Again 

In this drama, the story is about two souls who meet again in another life after a tragic end in their first. So it kinda fits here, but their reincarnated souls go into new characters played by different actors, so the experience of watching it is a bit different. This one is less about time travel and choice as it is heavy on the red string of fate.

Extraordinary You 

In this fantasy drama, our mains are side characters in a manwha who gain sentience and start trying to change their story together while an omnipotent writer keeps shuffling them back to where they think they belong and deleting their memories of each other. It's definitely a unique twist on this trope, and you get to watch them fight to remember and fall for each other and find a way to take control of their destiny over and over again.

In addition to narratives with a fantasy construct that resets or produces multiple iterations of the core relationship, I also thought about second chance romances where you get to see both the original and the second chance love story in full, giving you the experience of watching the same two people fall in love twice. Some noteworthy dramas in this category:

Lighter and Princess

This drama centers on two tech genius types who originally fell in love in college and started a company together before something went very wrong, resulting in his incarceration. The story picks up when he gets out of prison and sets out to reclaim his legacy, and you get to live both their first and second love stories in detail. One of my absolute favorites and permanently in the rewatch rotation.

We Best Love 

This story is told in two parts, with the first focused on their original enemies to lovers romance in college, and the second their reunion after a confusing and closure-less break up. It's honestly kind of a mess but I love it so much anyway, in no small part due to the actors.

The End of the World With You 

And now for something a little darker! This one is heavy on the toxic psychosexual vibe, and all the more fascinating for it. Two former lovers meet again at the end of the world, and we see what went wrong for them in college and watch them sort through the wreckage as adults and try to make something of the time they have left.

First Love: Hatsukoi

Two high school sweethearts get separated by life circumstances, and meet again twenty years later to realize they are still not over it. I was charmed by the teen love story in this one especially.

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

Let me end on a note of excellence and take this opportunity to again implore everyone to watch this beautiful show. Both iterations of this relationship are compelling and complicated and full of deep feeling; it's one of the most satisfying second chance romances I have seen, and after everything they've been through, it's so rewarding to see these two get the chance to fall in love again.

[corrodedcoughin]

Just caught up with the last of us, somebody hold me

[igotfatter]

Here’s a series im starting called “ real life stories about my fat ass ex” due to popular demand.

Please note: I am not a writer and I am severely dyslexic, I am trying my best to give you guys a cohesive story with no spelling errors . ALSO we are no longer together. It was an awful break up. but I would want the stories too if I saw the transformation and I owe you all something, so I’m gonna give you what I got periodically. I’ll try to attach a few photos.

A big 410lbs

There are a few pretty hot stories I haven’t really shared before. One of the best examples of his narcissism (he’s my ex, and no matter what, he’s always going to be a narcissist to me) is when our scale didn’t go past 400 pounds. He never weighed himself regularly, but I could tell even he was starting to get nervous about his weight. He was clearly outgrowing his clothes, yet he stuck to the same brand every day. I couldn’t tell at first that he was going up in size because he kept replacing his shirts with bigger ones. However, he couldn’t replace his work shirt, and eventually, his belly got so big that he had to wear his own personal shirt underneath. That’s when I started really noticing how much weight he was gaining.

The best part, I swear, was like something straight out of fate. I’d never noticed it before, but in the building next to ours, there was this industrial scale just sitting there. It ended up being the building’s recycling scale, but it was there for anyone to use. (It was as random as im making it sound). At first, I didn’t go down there with him, but he was so excited when he weighed 410 pounds. I thought, “Really, babe? You sure about that?” It had been a while since our home scale broke, but the only joy I got from his weight sexually was observing and enabling, (in our four year relationship we had sex one time that’s where we were at ) so if he wasn’t concerned, I wasn’t going to be concerned.

What I later realized was that his “weight loss journey” was just keeping the scale from going up. As long as the number didn’t change, he could keep ordering Uber Eats while never leaving his recliner. I absolutely loved this man 80% of the time , but if I brought up his eating habits or simply walking downstairs or to the door because I was busy doing something, he became a different person if I was not serving him. And all honestly in a messed up way, I kind of got off on the domination. I accepted that his life choices were his to make, and I wasn’t going to trying to save him from himself. That’s when I decided to just love him for who he was, even if he claimed he wasn’t gaining any weight… fine.

Over the next six weeks, he went from kind of trying to limit his Uber Eats orders and making “butter dogs” (packs of hot dogs fried in lard that he snacked on throughout the day) to back to ordering Uber Eats four times a day, constantly eating in total gluttony. I noticed his clothes were fitting even worse, and he started having trouble with basic hygiene in the bathroom. I thought, “Either I’m losing my mind or something’s up.” So, after a particularly bad hygiene issue, I went down with him to the recycling scale.

This guy, who is truly brilliant when it comes to book smarts, didn’t realize that when the dial on the scale stopped at 410 pounds, it was because the scale didn’t go any higher. He had long blown past 410, That’s when we finally got a bigger scale for the house. And he was just over 500lbs

(Photo of him, making the butter dog with the shirt underneath the work)

[vaaaaaiolet]

It's Christmas Eve and Leon can't quite wrap his head around his drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend's need to be 4 inches off the ground, but maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.

f / m, established relationship, tooth ROTTING fluff, the barest baby twinge of angst and surprise ending ehehehe. also, super short!

word count: 898 // read on ao3

a/n: christmas in july oh my lord. tmi i'm on my period and i've had lover by taylor swift on blast for 3 hours :( give your girl a break and pretend my dividers match

find more drabbles in my collection: sketches for my sweetheart the drunk!

“No, sweetheart, the- no, the buckle comes off the other way.” 

If he were a lesser man, Leon would be laughing his head off at your flushed cheeks and bleary pout. You were going to do this right here, right now, plunked on the frozen stoop of your front door, mere steps from the warmth of your apartment. 

“I can take off my own shoes! I bought them my- hic! -self.”

“You did, sweetheart, “ Leon soothes as he gets down on one knee, “and I know you can take them off fine, but you weren’t drunk when you bought them, were you?”

“I’m not drunk. I’m just...” you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasn’t for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when you’re, “...tipsy.” 

Ah, there it is.

Your toes are a half-frozen cherry red as Leon unclasps the buckle adorning your beloved heels. 

There’s not much Leon can do about your affinity for heels, even in the winter, so he grew a sixth sense for detecting falls around the time you almost tripped headfirst into the Christmas table at your parents’ house. You haven’t quite put together yet why he’s so on his toes when you wear stilettos, but Leon is okay with that. Batman never reveals his identity and if this is how he keeps Gotham’s urgent cares a little less occupied, so be it.

The fact of the matter is that Leon has perfected his method to three steps:

Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like you’re Tinkerbell. Like you’re trying to take off from the ground and fly right back up to heaven without him, and he can’t have that just yet.

Assume position when you start laughing too hard at his jokes to distract from the fact that you’re about to fall. You never laugh at his one-liners (the best he’s ever gotten out of you is a giggle and that was on his birthday). 

Engage nearest mode of rescue the second your eyes start flitting around in search of a place to land. 

But above all, the one condition that puts him on red alert is when you’ve been drinking. His sweetheart is a complete lightweight. 

And tonight, you’d had too much fun at Claire’s Christmas dinner.

It takes a little longer than usual for Leon’s icy fingers to undo the buckle on your other shoe. “The mulled wine was that good, huh?” he asks, his lips curving into a smile as he looks up at you and your crossed arms.

He gets a hmph! in response.

“You look beautiful. You always do, it’s just…could we maybe save the ankle-breaking shoes for when the ground’s not frozen over?” 

The frown flies back on your face within seconds. His peace treaty’s gone south. “But Leon, they’re my Christmas heels! I always wear them on Christmas.”

Oh, he knows. 

“That’s why they’re Christmas heels,” you point out. 

Of course, you’re right. They’re the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your mom’s to-die-for lamb roast. Leon’s also sure that they’re the ones that got repurposed on New Year’s Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and it’s a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while they’re wishing to not spend Valentine’s Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasn’t had grapes in a while.

“It’s not Christmas if I don’t wear them,” you mumble. 

You don’t sound so sure of yourself. 

Leon’s plea deal might be back on the table.

His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His knee’s freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.

“I lied.”

“These aren’t your Christmas heels?”

A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek. 

“I didn’t buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.”

You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But it’s not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes?

Oh no, no, no, you’re nodding as Leon’s face freezes into a horrified grimace. He’s responsible for the Heels from Hell?

“Sweetheart, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. “It’s Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.”

“You mean it?”

“Those damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.”

And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing. 

“Let’s get you inside.” Leon smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d have gotten up too if he hadn’t suddenly come to a comical stop, his left knee still perpendicular to the ground.

You look down and stifle a giggle. “Leon, you’re frozen to the sidewalk.”

“So I am. Ow.” 

You lend him a helping hand as the two of you stumble inside the warm apartment, and Leon thinks he’ll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure.

But also something else. Something shiny. 

He really didn’t mind being on one knee for you.

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[withercrown]

The worst thing about the reductive argument about whether Vander and Silco are "brothers" is that everyone involved misrepresents what that word actually means, and as a historian I have had enough.

"Brothers" is not meant to evoke either actual brothers (they are just simply not brothers, either by blood or adoption) or brothers-in-arms (this is a militaristic concept which is not appropriate imo).

The kind of 'brotherhood' they share is specifically revolutionary/national brotherhood.

The French flavoring of the show—everything from the graffiti to the architecture of Piltover (it's just Paris, guys) to the revolutionary imagery—is one of the things I love most about Arcane. Fortiche is a French studio. They wove their own history and culture into their work.

What's the single most famous phrase associated with the French Revolution?

"Liberté, égalité, fraternité".

This motto was popularized by Robespierre in a speech he gave in 1790. It encapsulated the spirit of the French Revolution so completely that it became institutionalized as the national motto of France to this day. The concept of brotherhood in an explicitly French revolutionary setting is not ambiguous and we are not going to pretend that it is.

"Men of all countries are brothers, he who oppresses one nation declares himself the enemy of all." -Maximilien Robespierre, speech delivered April 24, 1793

During the Revolutionary period, it was the feeling of belonging to a common struggle among the people of France, all together, united as brothers, by their beliefs and their nationality: This struggle was led internally in France against the absolute monarchy, which had to be toppled. Source: France Diplomacy, Liberty – Equality – Fraternity

We have got to start thinking about why the creators might want to emphasize the revolutionary brotherhood between Silco and Vander so strongly. Fraternité was arguably the most actively dangerous part of the triad:

Fraternité was sometimes styled as “fraternité ou la mort” — “brotherhood or death.” This “you’re with us or you’re against us” mentality, cloaked in the ideals of freedom and enlightenment, would go on to fuel one of the bloodiest episodes in France’s history: the Reign of Terror. Source: Liberté, égalité, fraternité: French Political History and THE PLAGUE

Fraternity is not a toothless concept. This isn't about picking a brother and a sister and maybe a mommy and a daddy. This led directly to the beheading of the King and Queen of France and their son, and to a political slaughter severe enough to be named the Reign of Terror by historians. 30,000 people died, 17,000 by execution. These guys were not messing around. Again: this is France's (and Haiti's) motto today. You can go to France right now and see this all over their buildings and monuments.

Vander and Silco diverged on this point. When they speak to one another, they use the past tense. You were my brother. They no longer see each other as being part of the same vision. They no longer interpret brotherhood in a way that includes one another.

Fraternité ou la mort is practically a thesis statement for Silco's character. He lives and dies on his sense of brotherhood—and in fact, choosing his daughter over Zaun and his sense of revolutionary brotherhood directly and almost immediately results in his death.

(Not so incidentally, in making the choice of Jinx over Zaun, he refers to Vander as brother again, as their visions have finally come back into alignment.)

(they're both still wrong tho)

It's not enough to say they were brothers-in-arms. It's also not textually supported to say they were siblings. Their relationship to one another was defined through their commitment to Zaun, and their relationship with the fraternity promised by that dream.

I think there is a broad scope for valid interpretations of their relationship, btw—from revolutionary brothers to best friends to boyfriends. I am just so tired of seeing the same points repeated ad nauseam about the word 'brother' when it isn't really ambiguous at all what was intended, and learning that information is just France 101.

[m4rv3l-girl]

Happens to the Best of Us - Part 3

Bucky x Y/N

Y/N is late….

Note: I can’t believe the reaction this series has gotten! Clearly you all love a bit of baby making…Enjoy!

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: Possible pregnancy. Mentions of sex

It was a perfect night—just you, Bucky, and a movie neither of you were really watching.

You nestled close against him, head on his chest, his metal arm wrapped protectively around you.

The warm weight of his hand traced gentle circles along the join of your shoulder, and every so often, he’d press a kiss to your forehead, sending a tingling warmth through you. It was a well known fact that Bucky couldn’t go long without touching you, it was like an addiction, especially since you started trying for a baby. You seemed closer. Your bodies were melded together so often that, even in the moments between, Bucky was connected to you at the hip.

Movie nights like these had a way of making everything else fade away, and you loved that Bucky seemed to feel the same. His fingers moved absentmindedly up and down your arm, sometimes mumbling a comment about the plot that made you laugh.

“What an idiot.”,

“Plot hole.”

“He was the obvious choice…”,

“Oh, come on. There was enough room for both of them.”,

“Plot hole!”,

You couldn’t remember feeling more content, more excited by life. He just made you giggle at every chance and he loved it.

Yet there was something—just beneath the comfort—a faint, nagging feeling. An odd inkling that something was…off.

That buzzing nervousness came from a thought that started as a whisper but now swelled into something louder. You’d been distracted for a few days, a little more tired than usual, but you’d chalked it up to work.

Now, curled up beside him, everything settled into sharp focus, and you realized what it was that had been bothering you. Your mind raced back over the last few days, connecting little details until it hit you.

You were ten days late.

The realization was like cold water splashed over you. Without another word, you pushed yourself up, leaving Bucky looking at you with a puzzled smile.

“Where you off to, Kitten?” he asked, his hand slipping from your shoulder.

You forced a smile but didn’t answer, feeling your pulse quicken as you hurried toward the bathroom. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed sooner. The possibilities sped through your mind, a tangle of hope, excitement, and fear all rushing together at once. You hadn’t mentioned it to Bucky—hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up while your own were so fragile.

Bucky’s footsteps padded behind you, and his concerned voice echoed through the hallway. “Doll, everything alright?”

You were already pulling open the drawer, a mess of half-empty bottles and makeup brushes clinking together as you rummaged through it. Finally, your fingers brushed against a box, and you snatched it up, staring at it in disbelief. It felt like a thousand different emotions were firing off inside of you, some thrilling, some terrifying.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft, laced with worry, and you turned, catching the furrowed look in his brow as he took in the sight of you, clutching the pregnancy test.

You swallowed, cheeks flushed. “I’m… I’m late. Really late. I just—” You stumbled over your words, then laughed nervously, trying to make light of it. “I mean, I thought I should, you know, check.”

There was a second of silence.

“Late for…” He started.

“My period.”

“Right. yeah. Of course.”

You felt your heart pound as you waited for him to react. And then, slowly, Bucky’s face broke into a soft smile. He took a step toward you, lifting his hands to frame your face. His thumb brushed across your cheek, and his eyes softened, a world of quiet joy flickering in them.

“Doll,” he murmured, his voice warm and steady, “this is amazing.”

You took a shaky breath, nerves bubbling up all over again. “Bucky, I… I don’t even know if it’s… I mean, it could be nothing. I’m just late.”

“Hey.” His voice pulled you back, grounding you. “I’m right here. Whatever it is, we’re in it together. Okay?” He smiled, brushing a kiss against your forehead. “You don’t have to be scared, sweetheart.”

The words soothed you more than you’d expected. He was a rock, steady and unfazed, even though you knew he had to be feeling the same excitement and worry. You clutched the test, eyes darting to the small, ticking clock on the wall.

“Okay,” you whispered, glancing at him.

He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight, his touch a solid reminder that you weren’t alone in this. He chuckled softly, murmuring into your hair. “Guess I didn’t realize movie nights could get this exciting.”

You huffed a laugh, and he pressed his forehead to yours, the gentle gleam in his eyes easing some of the tension in your chest.

“What if… what if it’s negative?” you asked quietly, feeling a pang at the thought.

Bucky didn’t hesitate. “Then I keep filling you with cum until it’s not. We’ve got all the time in the world.” The lewd words were quite jarring in a moment like this. Playfully swatting at his arm you shout, “Bucky!”

“I’m serious, Doll! Worst case scenario, we have to fuck twice a day instead of once, double our chances.”

“I don’t think that’s how it wo-” “Doll. Stop worrying your pretty little head. If it’s positive, great. If it’s not, that’s totally fine too. Plus, I’m having fun trying..” He winked, trying to lighten your mood.

“You’re right. Sorry, Buck. I’m just in my head about this.” You shake your head. Maybe you were pregnant, all these emotions ploughing through yours them. It was irrational, no matter what, everything would be okay because you had Bucky.

“That’s perfectly justified, Kitten. If I thought I had a tiny human growing in me, I’d be a bit freaked too.” Using his flesh hand, he pats your butt affectionately, possibly just grabbing an opportunity to cop a feel. It helped, either way.

You felt a rush of relief, leaning into his embrace, letting him be the steady presence you needed. You looked down at the test, feeling a shiver of anticipation, then glanced back at him.

With a final, deep breath, you walked to the toilet. It was a good job you weren’t pee shy because Bucky just leaned against the counter and watched you take the test. It was silent save for the sound of water and your breathing. The moment you had finished peeing, Bucky sprung up with comic enthusiasm and snatched the test. He was staring down at it in confusion.

Laughing softly, you said, “Bucky, you have to wait 2 minutes for the results.”

“Oh. I knew that.” He shrugged and handed back the piece of plastic.

You placed the test on the counter, the small screen pointed away from you as you set the timer on your phone. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his chin resting atop your head as you both stared at the counter, waiting for the longest minutes of your lives to pass.

“I’m thinking Becca for a girl.” Bucky thought out loud.

Before you had chance to reply the alarm rung out, echoing in the tiled bathroom. You both jumped despite having been waiting for the sound.

Looking straight at one another, you squeezed his hand, heart pounding as you whispered, “Ready?”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice soft and full of warmth. “Ready when you are, Kitten.”

And with a last glance at each other, you both turned toward the test as the timer finally went off…

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Hope you enjoyed…muhahaha

Part 4 is out now!

[insanescriptist]

Flip the Table

Casually eavesdropping on what should be highly secure frequencies, Jason sipped his beer in a sleezy saloon style sports bar somewhere on the Vegas strip, nominally watching college(?) football; he's a hockey fan because baseball's boring as shit to watch and he's never got the appeal about American football. Football to the rest of the world was at least worth watching for the drama. Something had the Justice League in a tizzy and Zatanna -the one who normally covered Vegas when it came to the costumed crazies- was off world; Jason didn't have the details exactly but it sounded like Zatanna was dealing with some magical planar stuff and was not expected back for at least six more days. Assuming all went well.

So like any reasonable person who's going away for a time, she turned on her home security, had the alerts wired over to a friend -in this case Justice League Dark- gave a list of what was needed to be done and when -the pick up my mail and mow my lawn equivalants- went on her trip, trusting that the JLD were watching over her city and it wouldn't be on fire when she got back.

Such glorious hope.

And thus something happened so when Jason pulled into Vegas proper to investigate a desperate -read last hope- lead on a missing person's case, Jason happened to spy one of the lesser members of the JLD losing their shit in the sky. And so in a moment of civic duty, Jason started spying on them.

Magic was not something anyone trained by the Bat really ever got comfortable about, but chances were magic bullshit was going to intervene in his case. Justice League shit spilled over everything, all the time. Ghost cultists tripping Zatanna's necromancy alarms or whatever they were, was not Jason's business. Not unless the presumed cultists -those that had survived- had the person he was looking for.

No, he was looking at a missing person's case and his lead was 1. cold and 2. a longshot and 3. in a city full of tourists and catering staff, where "seen anything unusual lately" could be "there was this trio of tourists arguing how sex with your best friend doesn't count as cheating," or "someone having a meltdown over the delayed shipping of organic blueberries to the hotel," or "Sarah Maria got murdered a couple weeks ago on the job, but I haven't seen any notice about her funeral stuff on her social media, why yes, I do know she's dead, oh, she's dead and I'm an idiot for expecting someone dead to post on their socials their funeral deets."

Point was, he could look and ask all he wanted, beat feet for days, but the chances of this lead panning out were basically so minuscule that Jason could treat this more as a hobby case while on vacation. He still did his due diligence, asked the staff a few questions, called the guests on the same floor during the time period of their stay about how they found their stay, ran into the dead end of shitty business practices -they recorded over their own records every two weeks- and so unless Jason got the ability to do magic and do a "point me!" spell, the case would turn cold. It sucked when it happened but sometimes the evidence wasn't there. Or wasn't noticed or was destroyed before it could be collected. Sometimes people just didn't remember shit until three weeks later, which with some follow up digging gave him the lead to the hotel. Which got him nothing after that.

As Jason Todd didn't gain an innate ability to do magic that he was aware of that actually counted as magic bullshit magic instead of a couple cantrips, all he could do was get a beer and some food in a Vegas style Texas saloon bar. Which not his first choice, but it was full enough no one really paid attention to anyone. Technically a sport's bar but also very much was not. It was also busy enough that Jason ended up getting asked if someone could set with him at his table -which real Jason said hell no to, but cover Jason did agree to-

Oh. Meta. Jason realized quickly. Oh no, he's hot.

His hair is on fire!

How did the server miss that? Most metas don't casually out themselves like that! Too many people willing to target them for whatever power.

That hair was flaming, tied back in a low tail; Jason blinked and the hair flickered color, looked like normal hair -black- and then back to white fire, then black fire, some tv static abomination of color, white hair and then black hair. Another blink and it appeared to be black flames for hair and yeah, Jason closed his eyes. Pointedly ignored the hair thing. If the meta asked, Jason was judging him for the stupid little goatee.

The rest of the meta was built along the same lines as Jason himself, tall, broad and built. Packed with muscle, which was something to make note of; metas usually were more durable and could hit harder, so Jason casually made note to not get hit if a fight broke out.

Which it might, or probably would.

That's just how Jason's luck ran. To shit.

Said meta also ordered food and a beer, didn't even get asked for ID -unfair bias- and judging by the sound, turned in the seat to look at the American football screen that Jason had been ignoring. His hair had at least settled to black flames instead of the glitchy hair.

Of course as this was Vegas, people gambled on outcomes of games too. Which is how Jason learned the meta was rich enough to blow a couple grand -not expensive in the world of supers- but more than what the average person would be comfortable betting.

There were better ways to piss away money than gambling on sports. Like on over priced burgers and onion rings with an order of mozzerella sticks. The burger was good, admittedly Jason's had better and then some party of guys was yelling at the ref on a screen. And yup, that's some altercation with another table but the barman broke it up with a couple of words.

His tablemate muttered something about the ref having made the right call if one of the players wanted to continue a career professionally and Jason used that as social leverage to get a name -Dan, no last name given- and a bit more in-depth explanation on what stakes were going on; he's a hockey guy, not a football guy.

Some time later, Dan had caught him up on the football drama -nothing compared to the hockey drama- and conversation had drifted significantly from sports, lightly touched on family -Dan had siblings he shared little about other than they existed, which fair, they could also be metas and at risk- much like Jason did -he had siblings that existed, no further details- and parents weren't mentioned. Instead a lot of engineering talk, a slide into ethics -Dan's opinion on killing super villains was very much that some people needed Ended- and some small talk about how Dan's high school English teacher cursed in classical book titles.

Soon the easy joy of potential friendship ended when his phone rang; that was the Batman ringtone and Jason felt no guilt hanging up on him. And again. And again.

Then Dick rang and nope. He was not dealing with their shit. Dick would just sweeten up whatever shit B wanted to shovel.

And then Oracle's ringtone rang. Oh, now that was serious. Justice League shit spilling into his life again. No fucking doubt about it.

"Uh-huh, so what's up? Because I gotta say, I am a couple drinks in and the whole bar is waiting for one of the football teams to fumble or foul up their next play so they can throw down."

"Jay-" She started because much like Bruce, she would rather go straight into the mission, and Jason absolutely had wrong-footed her. Because instead of making excuses to leave, Jason had absolutely stayed. So now she had to rephrase things on the fly because who knows who might be listening in. "Hey, it's on the news that the Justice League is showing up in Vegas; something about investigating something magical showing up."

"Uh-huh, that's not a surprise. There was some magic ninny flying in a panic earlier. I decided it wasn't my business."

"I hadn't heard that," -bullshit, she just hadn't double-checked that herself yet- "but what I did hear that some cult might have succeeded in bringing something over."

"Uh-huh. Well, no one's praying to Cthulu yet, there's been no troublemaking beyond the usual human malice and nothing's on fire."

"We were just concer-" And Jason hung up on Oracle.

He'd pay for that later, but petty was satisfying now.

"Sounded important."

"Was bullshit."

"So an entity summoned by a cult that tripped a bunch of magicians into a tizzy-"

Yeah, those sharp ears were not for show. Enhanced hearing check. "That's a bunch of incompetents panicking." Time for his good guess to hit or miss. "You're not going to decide to destroy Vegas, are you?"

"Done it before, doing it again seems pointlessly petty." Statements Jason wasn't going to prod further right now.

"And what if Wisconson University loses?"

"Might flip the table." Dan shrugged.

"More beer?" Jason asked.

"Sure."

[meangirls-imagines]

hey could you do a Regina George x femme reader where the reader is a member of the plastics and gets revenge for Regina on Cady after finding out about the Kalteen bars?

Sabotage

Description: Reader finds out Cady is sabotaging her girlfriend, which is also the reason of her girlfriend's insecurities as of late.

WARNINGS: fluffy, cady being a bitch, reader being protective, regina being insecure

"Do you think I look fat?"

Y/N looked up from her phone at her girlfriend's question. Regina stood in front of her floor-length mirror in a sports bra and biker shorts. She was frowning at her body in the mirror. Y/N answered.

"No? You look gorgeous as usual, baby. Why the long face?" Regina turned towards her girlfriend. "Those bars Cady gave me aren't working I think. It seems like I'm getting bigger." Y/N put her phone down and opened her arms.

Regina walked into her girlfriend's arms as the girl held her tightly. "You look like a goddess, Gina. You don't need weight loss bars. Trust me." Regina pouted. "I just need to lose a few pounds. That's all." Y/N kissed the girl's bare stomach.

"Well, I don't think so. How about you go take a shower and we can get takeout and watch trashy reality tv?" Regina nodded and pecked her girlfriend's lips before heading into her bathroom. Y/N got suspicious and decided to grab the wrapper of the bar from the small trash can in the blonde's room.

Reading the label she saw the word "Kalteen" before she stashed it in her bag to do research on later. The blonde finished in the shower as Y/N placed an order for her favorite chinese place before pulling up a random housewives show as the blonde cuddled into her side.

She was going to get to the bottom of this.

To say Y/N was livid was an understatement. When she went home that night, she googled the brand of bars Cady had been giving her girlfriend, only to find out their true purpose.

To make the consumer gain weight.

GAIN WEIGHT.

That's why Regina had been feeling insecure. Because she was slowly gaining weight. Y/N was pissed. And it helped that she knew the culprit of the crime.

Cady Fucking Heron.

The girl Regina had taken under her wing to help. And this was how the girl re-payed her girlfriend? Y/N was going to get revenge.

In the best way she knew how.

The next day at school, she had approached Karen and Gretchen, telling them the situation. The girls were rightfully pissed. Y/N knew that telling Gretchen was the right choice because by 2nd period, a nasty rumor about Cady had been spread.

The rumor was that Cady had been infected with BV after having sex with the whole football team. Everyone had heard the rumor and by lunch time, it was all anyone could talk about.

Cady had become the school's laughing stock and as she tried to sit with the plastics, Y/N stopped her. "Sorry, Cady. But you can't sit with us. We can't associate with you anymore. Not after your diagnosis.." Cady turned a deep scarlet. "I don't have that! I don't know who started that rumor but they're wrong."

Y/N smirked. Regina sat in silence, wanting to see where this went. "Sucks having someone make everyone think something is wrong with your body doesn't it?" Cady looked at Y/N, confused before realization came over her face.

"It was you." Y/N smirked. "Why, Cady, I have no idea where you came up with that lie!" Cady glared at Y/N. "Why did you do it?" Y/N sighed and smiled. "Well, considering the fact that you messed with my girlfriend's body, I thought I would return the favor."

At that information, Regina looked at Cady. "What do you mean, messed with my body?" Y/N looked at her girlfriend. "Those Kalteen bars? They were making you gain weight, not lose it." Regina became angry at those words and looked at Cady.

"Is that true?" It felt like Cady was suffocating. She had been caught and no one was there to back her up. "Uh..I-" Regina put a hand up. "Save it. You're lucky Y/N only did the rumor. I would've ruined your life. But, since you're no longer going to associate with us, you're no longer a threat. Now, leave us alone, or I will ruin your life."

Cady scurried off as the blonde looked satisfied. Y/N sat down next to her girlfriend, Regina pulling her into a kiss. Gretchen and Karen squealed at the cuteness as the two pulled away. "Thank you for protecting me, baby."

Y/N smirked. "You're my princess, of course I'll protect you."

They didn't see Cady for the rest of the week, learning later on that she went back to being homeschooled. Y/N smirked when she heard the news.

Don't fuck with her girlfriend.

[strang3lov3]

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all fics are f!reader and I’m a sucker for cream pies. Just pretend Joel/Roman are shooting blanks.

Updated 1/6/2025

Joel Miller

One shots

Lookalike - Joel finds your dirty mag and makes you get off in front of him.

Everyday I’m Shufflin’ - Joel is horrified to find out that you cannot shuffle a deck of cards, so he teaches you in a rather unorthodox way.

Cream (horny husband!joel x reader) Joel is insatiable. He convinces you to get it on at his aunt's house on Thanksgiving. He's also got a lot of dirty Thanksgiving jokes he thought of last year that he's been saving to annoy you.

Fighting Fair - Joel doesn’t know what or who started this fucking thing, but he’s finishing it. Tonight.

Love Spell - (Sex pollen) After eating some mysterious berries, you and Joel spend a very memorable and unexpected Valentine’s Day together

Enjoy the Silence - You trespass into Joel’s house in search of some peace and quiet so you can get yourself off. Joel catches you in his bed in a compromising position.

Chevelle - (virginity loss) Joel figures out that you’re the one who hit his baby, his precious 1964 Chevrolet Chevelle. He needs you to make it right, but he doesn’t want your money.

Play Stupid Games - who woulda thought you could make Joel come by playing with his nipples?

Dirty Laundry - Joel's best kept secret is the washer and dryer he's not supposed to have. Your best kept secret is that you've been using that washer to get yourself off.

Click Here - You and Joel both know how he got that virus on his computer, and you can’t help but to relentlessly tease him in more ways than one…until Joel’s had enough.

Bite Me - You learn two things on a particularly boring patrol shift - Joel loves to bite and you love to be bitten.

Seeing Red - Joel’s sorry that your period sucks, but he's reached the end of his rope with your attitude.

On Display - You crave more than just Joel’s eyes on you, so he gives you an audience.

Safety First - While camping, Joel insists on thoroughly checking you for ticks. Safety first, after all.

Catnap - Joel interrupts your nap on his thighs.

Dinner and a Show - A corrupt FEDRA soldier catches you and Joel sneaking back into the QZ. He’ll look the other way, but you’re gonna make it worth his while.

Bad Habit - Joel helps you to quit smoking.

Bedridden - you knock Joel out with a blowjob to put him to sleep when he’s sick.

Scrub Daddy - QZ Joel visits you for a bath and a little extra.

Jingled Balls - What has four paws and ruins not only Joel’s Christmas, but his orgasm, too?

Series

Dark Daddy!Joel - one shots and a series involving Joel as your father figure who also fucks.

Comfort Zone - sleazy adult store owner!joel au/series Upcoming at some point. I had momentum and then got distracted so it’s on pause.

Lather (abandoned) When Joel injures his shoulder, he needs your help washing his hair and getting off 🚿🧼💦 part one, part two

Mall Rats(complete) Joel keeps track of you as you search your way through an abandoned mall. You don’t make his job easy. First stop is Victoria’s Secret. Masterlist

Can’t find something? Check my old fics.

Roman Roy

Because my Roman audience is so small, I have a taglist for him. If you leave me a kind/excited comment/rb/ask about my Roman writing I tag you on the next fic 🩷 you’re also welcome to send me a message/ask to join or leave it.

One shots

Invisible Line- boundary after boundary is crossed when your boss is left with no choice but to share his bed with you.

Raise - Roman will increase your raise substantially, so long as you don't lose his game.

Indecent - Roman manspreads in the hot tub.

Dinner and a Show - Roman, a corrupt FEDRA soldier catches you and Joel sneaking back into the QZ. He’ll look the other way, but you’re gonna make it worth his while.

Dark But Just A Game - you and Roman play tag.

Tear You Apart - Roman hatefucks you.

My Treat - Roman gives you a special present for your birthday whether you want it or not.

Underfoot - you get off on Roman’s shoe.

The First Taste - Roman puts just the tip in (it’s more than just the tip)

Series

Stepdaddy!Roman -(incomplete) You have a weird thing with your stepfather.

Gyno!Roman - mini series coming soon Stalker!Roman coming at some point

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Ezra (Prospect)

One Shots

Lavender - Ezra gives you a pleasurable massage.

Rescue Mission - Cock pronouns. Uncle Ezra. Old man dick.

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Frankie Morales

One shots

The Real Deal - Frankie demonstrates why exactly he’s less than impressed by your rose toy.

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Jack Delroy

One Shots

Downpour Jack gives you a ride home, pulls over during a storm, and fucks you in his car.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

posts marked with * are NSFW and 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

cowboy like me* — reader has a reputation, just like javier, and when the two meet at a party in laredo, they realize they may have met their match. 3.8k

you are in love — fluffy timeline of reader and javier falling for each other. 1.8k

ours — “Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves. They’ll judge it like they know about me and you, and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury’s out, but my choice is you.” 1.3k

cruel summer* — reader finds herself in a summer fling with javier peña, but soon realizes that he may want something serious from her. angst, smut, and fluff follow. 4.9k

friends from quantico* — reader and javier were the best of friends when they met ten years ago, and when they meet again in Bogota, it’s clear that the relationship has changed into something more. 2.6k

A Symptom of Age* — joel is exhausted and has a case of impotence, reader proves she doesn’t care the best way she knows how. 3.4k

What I Love* — joel details what he loves about reader. soft sex. 1.4k

Christmas Tree Farm* — part of 8 Days of Christmas ‘22. from The Stable Girl universe. smut and domestic fluff. 4.2k

Drunken Serenade* — smutty fluff about how reader won over the grumpiest guy in Jackson. 2.5k

The Babysitter* — pre-outbreak!joel x babysitter!reader. smut and feelings. 1.2k

Dust To Dust* — reader and joel have a well-practiced routine. smut and soft ending.2k

Not-so Formal Introduction* — reader meets joel’s family for the first time in an awkward way. 1.7k

A Warm Bed* — reader gets lonely and so does joel. FILTH. 3.4k

The Third Date* — you invite joel in after your third date. smut and fluff. 2.6k

After Work Relief* – Joel helps relieve your tension. 1.5k

power outage* —frankie and reader find a good way to kill time during a storm. 1.5k

blind dating show — reader finds herself in a local bar’s dating game-show, the contestants Will, Benny, and Frankie. only one man can walk away with the prize, and we all know the perfect pilot for the job. 2.5k

blind dating show p.II* — part two of ^ where reader accepts an invite to frankie’s barbecue. things get spicy. 3k

oblivious — reader and frankie are the best of friends until a fight on a camping trip reveals things that neither of them ever dared to admit. fluff follows. 3.7k

cabin in the woods* — frankie and reader decide to rent a cabin for the holiday, but neither realize they’re walking into a “haunted house” courtesy of the rest of the TF boys. 2.9k

i’ll be home for christmas* — Frankie comes home after a long month of work just in time for the holidays. 2.5k

a new friend (½) — reader gets lost in the woods and frankie shelters her from not only the storm, but her shitty relationship. 4k

when we were young — reader sees their ex, frankie, in a bar after five years. 2.5k

the addams family* — part of Spooktacular ‘22. frankie gets turned on by wife!reader in a morticia costume.

facetime movie night — part of Spooktacular ‘22.

christmas cookies — decorating christmas cookies w frankito.

dressing room tears — reader struggles with weight gain and finding jeans that fit her, frankie is there to remind her how beautiful she is.

i can take it* — edging with sub!frankie.

lost in love* — frankie likes the way you look beneath him.

just a dream — reader struggles with infertility and has a dream that feels frighteningly real.

caught* — reader is dating santi, but frankie urges her to tell him about their affair.

real love, baby —plus size!reader meets frankie in a bar. fluff fluff fluff.

my hair* — din needs your touch, starting with your hands in his hair. 1.8k

bliss — soft!din in a cabin. that’s it. 2.7k

new year’s day — reader takes din to her home planets new years celebration. 1k

treacherous* — after a long amount of will they/won’t they, you and din do. 2.7k

relax — reader is on her period, din reminds her it’s important to take it easy. 1.4k

cold — reader misses din and the warmth that only he can bring 1.5k

sleep — din likes to watch reader sleep 1k

just like this* — din djarin comes home to reader and their family after a long trip away. fluff w/ a bit of soft smut. 2.5k

redefining home — reader has a tense relationship with their father. when it all comes to a head, din reminds her that she’ll always find home with him. 1.7k

the cabin — din finds peace and a family on the outskirts of navarro <1k

dieter:

don’t you want me, baby* — a few years after meeting you in a West Hollywood diner, dieter begins to grow impatient at your seemingly disinterest and his own burning desire for you.

first one to jump strips* — part of Spooktacular ‘22.

amazon* — dieter and reader try out the amazon position.

marcus pike:

the delay — part of 8 Days of Christmas ‘22.

[bitchface24-7]

THE REALM’S DELIGHT - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: as the only surviving daughter of Viserys and Aemma Targaryen, you've been cherished and adored throughout the seven kingdoms. The small people and high-borns dubbing you “The Realms Delight” There is a catch though, you have finally reached your majority of eight and ten moons. You're expected to find a king-consort to further legitimize your status as heir to the iron throne. There's only two men you want; your cousins Viktor and Jayce Talis. The dragon has three heads after all…

warnings: house of the dragon x arcane, incest (cmon y'all it's house of the dragon), age gap (the reader is 18, Viktor and Jayce are 22 and 23 respectively), period-typical sexism, expectations of having heirs, ableist comments, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f

p.s. Don't like, don't read. The topics in this story may upset some of you. Discretion is advised; hate is not welcome.

Being heir is both rewarding and exhausting. You're expected to be perfect at all hours of the day, even as you sleep. Yet, you would take this life over being a peasant. You know you'll never know hunger, or the frigid cold. You'll always be clean, and healthy. When you become queen, you'll ensure your small folk are properly taken care of.

But at this moment, you'd rather be anywhere else.

“The princess must find a match. It is her duty as heir to lead the seven kingdoms with strength and honour. Having a king-consort ensures not only that. But that heirs will be born.”

“You should reconsider this Your Grace, having a female as heir… the people will riot.”

At that, your father King Viserys slams his hands onto the table, “I had a son who died three days after he left my wife’s womb. I'm blessed my dear Aemma survived. The seven kingdoms needs a healthy, strong, resilient heir. Who cares if she doesn't have a cock between her legs. The small folk love her and you as my advisors and all the high-borns swore to her as your heir to the iron throne. Do not assume I made my decision on a whim.”

The advisors quiet down at that. You sit there primly and smugly.

“But you are right.” Viserys adds, his anger leaving him as he sits back down, “You, my dear daughter, need to find a husband. A tour shall be made so you can travel all of Runeterra to find you a match.”

Your spine stiffens and you purse your lips. There's only two men you've ever wanted, Viktor and Jayce Talis. A cousin line from the Targaryens. They both hold undeniable beauty and valaryian features. Their high noses and cheekbones, delicate features, plump lips, and snow white hair.

They've been your best friends for as long as you can remember. You're not giving up this chance to get what you've always wanted.

“I already have a match in mind, Father.” You state. Your voice poised and face serene. The advisors all look to each other in a mixture of shock and confusion. Your father just raises his eyebrows and smiles lovingly at you. Otto Hightower looks like he's swallowed a lemon.

“Who do have in mind, sweet girl?”

You sniff lightly, trying to gain confidence to admit who you've been desiring since you were a small girl. This would've been so much easier if it was just you and your father. But it’s not, and as the future queen; you need to get used to doing hard tasks.

“I want my cousins, Viktor and Jayce Talis.”

Pandemonium. Advisors start arguing, Otto tries to spill poison in your fathers ear, and your father just looks contemplative.

“The brothers?! Why on earth would you want those two?! A minor house of House Targaryen is not suitable for the future queen.”

“The scholars? How would they make strong king consorts? Besides, two husbands. That's unheard of!”

You sneer, “The seven kingdoms was founded by a throuple. King Aegon, and the Queens Visenya and Rhaenys. Or have you forgotton about that detail?”

Your fathers advisors can't help but to agree with you on that. You're right. One advisor is still stubborn on your choice; and makes a fatal mistake.

“At least the bigger one is a skilled swordsman. The cripple is useless; he will pass on his deformities onto future children.”

At that comment you snap, “Say another word against Viktor and I’ll have my sworn guard slit your throat due to treasonous claims.”

Your guard, Sevika, looks more than ready to spill some blood. The advisor blanched and kept his mouth shut after that.

The only comment that matters is your fathers.

“I thought the young Jayce was matched to be with the young Heiress Medarda?”

You fiddle with the rings on your fingers, he was, until the match fell through. You mention as much to your father; who contemplates a bit more.

“Why those two? You could have anyone in all the seven kingdoms.”

This answer comes to you as easy as breathing, “I only want them. I've known them all my life and I know they'd treat me well. They're intelligent, understand politics, have ties to our culture, and would do anything to protect me.”

Your father nods at that, and you feel hope surge up in your chest. Until Otto Hightower opens his mouth.

“Your Grace, if I may add—”

You cut him off before he can spew anymore lies with the final blow to ensure you'll get what you want, “I’d be happy with them, father.”

With that, your father King Viserys smiles; and you've got your dream match secured.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Viktor and Jayce are researching in their lab when a guard comes in, unannounced.

“What have we said about not knocking—” Viktor is cut off his tirade when the guard holds up a letter.

“It’s for the two of you. It was sent from the King.”

The two scholars stop in their tracks. The King? What would be write a letter to the two of them about? It takes a few moments before it hits them.

You.

Jayce rushes over to grab the letter and thanks the guard, he quickly shuts the door and assures it’s locked. Sitting beside Viktor, he breaks the wax seal and quietly reads allowed.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

To Viktor and Jayce of the Vassal House of Talis

You have been formally chosen by the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, your cousin, to become her King Consorts. Reply to this letter by the eve of tomorrow, confirming you have read and understand this matter.

P.s. My daughter has told me she only ever wanted you two. Do not mess this up, continue to treat her as you have over the years, and your rule shall be prosperous and full of love and joy.

King Viserys of House Targaryen. King of the Andalls and the Roynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Jayce and Viktor sit there in stunned silence. You did it. You actually did it!

You've made it so they officially become your husbands! No more late night rendezvous. No more potential matches. No more sneakily finding empty rooms to fuck. No more moon tea.

They get to proudly be yours.

The two men throw themselves into their work table and try to find some parchment and an inkwell with a feather.

They've read the letter and fully understand what's to come. You've made them and your dreams come true.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You can't help but sigh happily as you brush your long silver locks. You've been filled with a euphoria you're unsure you'll ever feel again. Its like you're living in a dream.

Everything that's expected of you no longer feels crushing, overbearing, or impossible to accomplish. As long as you have Viktor and Jayce by your side, you can do anything.

Your maid helps you put on an elaborate red gown, which is bejewelled and full of pearls. It has some small black detailing that when looked at closely, resembles dragons. Your hair for today is done in an elaborate braid, with half of your hair left down to frame your face. You can't forget your rings and valaryian steel necklace that your boys gifted you on your sixteenth name day.

They're coming to Kingslanding. They're venturing out of Piltover from Highgarden and are coming to the heart of the seven kingdoms. You're so excited you can barely stand still. When you hear the guard announce their arrival, you try your best to not run to them.

You manage a brisk walk instead.

You grab them and pull them into a desperate hug, one they fiercely return. They're here, they're yours. You still can't believe it.

Jayce cups one of your cheeks and Viktor has a hand on your waist. The three of you couldn't look anymore in love.

Your father recognizes that look on your faces. It’s how he and Aemma look to one another. In that moment, Viserys knew he made the right choice.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The three of you are in the solar, appreciating each others company before Viktor smirks.

“One last taboo dalliance before we wed?”

Jayce chokes on a sugared orange slice as you laugh.

“My dear Viktor, I was about to suggest the exact same thing.”

Jayce just looks to the two of you in loving disbelief, “Where shall we go?”

You stand up and brush your skirt, “There's a secret passageway to my room from here. Don't tell me you forgot about it Jayce.”

Jayce quirks a smile and Viktor laughs, “How could we forget, we memorized the guard's shift change, and when the best time to use the passageways was when we were sixteen. Just so we could hide away together.”

“Now you're going to us it to fuck me.”

The three of you rush out of the solar like horny teenagers. Well, close enough.

Hopefully, you can secretly get one last moon tea before you wed in a week. Then whatever you three do in the bedroom afterwards has no consequences.

This may be one of my shortest fics but I desperatly just wanted to get this idea out into the universe. To all the anti-Jayvik shippers who insist they're brothers. Now they're brothers and still fuck one another. Happy now?

[sturnsdarling]

teenage dirtbags, part one

a small collection of the times skater!matt and overachiever!reader realised they'd never be friends.

vibe check: flashbacks to childhood and high school, general loathing

1.2k words

A/N: i had this idea and couldn't get it out my head...i was trying to think of ways to establish the bad vibes and this was my best option.

introduction, part two , part three

love and cigs, merc

the first day of middle school

It was just gone 8, and you were walking down the beige path towards your new school, books tucked in your arms, hair tucked behind your ears and your cream sweater tucked into your pleated plaid skirt. You looked perfect, as always, and had spent hours making sure of it. This was a new beginning for you, the start of your real academic career (you were a very intense kid) , and you were taking it very seriously, despite being only eleven years old.

Your brogues splashed in the little puddles that had formed on the concrete, the shiny leather being undisturbed by the water as it rolled off its surface. From behind you, the sound of skateboard wheels rolled against the beige floor, broken up by periodical slaps of a van shoe against the ground.

The sound got closer, and you thought nothing of it, along with thinking nothing of the giant puddle that you were absentmindedly walking closer and closer to. A boy with messy brown hair, an ACDC t-shirt on over a white long sleeve and work trousers he definitely took from his dad was fast approaching behind you, headphones in and not a care in the world.

You approached the puddle at the same time, and just as you did, the boy sped through it, splashing dirty brown puddle water all over you, and partially himself.

you screamed in shock, it was everywhere, and you were filthy.

"oh, crap, I'm so sorry" Matt said as he halted his speed, the sound of your scream pulling him from his daze as he jumped off his board and ran back towards you.

"what is wrong with you" you screamed, looking down at your now filthy outfit.

"it was an accident, I didn't me-" Matt began to speak, brows furrowed like a sad puppy.

"get away from me" you spat, shooing him away as he attempted to pat out the brown stains with the sleeve of his top.

Matts face screwed up in annoyance, he placed his board back on the floor, and was gone in a flash.

8th grade History class

"The French and American revolutions were one and the same, they ran parallel to each other and were reflections of the worlds desperation to be free from British rule" Matt said, answering the teachers question.

your brows furrowed in disagreement, "thats not right" everyone in the class turned from Matt, to you.

"and why's that, y/n" Your teacher spoke up.

"because the french revolution started in 1789, ours happened over a decade earlier, so they couldn't have been parallel" You said, your teacher grinning at you "and the french revolution wasn't about the British, it was about peasant revolt, and the abolishment of the French monarchy" your cadence was thick with pride.

Everyone in the class turned to the teacher, waiting for them to confirm who was wrong and who was right.

"very good, y/n" She nodded, continuing with her slides on world revolutions.

Matt was glaring at you over his shoulder, face riddled with irritation, you simply smiled, raising your brows for a split second before looking away. Matt rolled his eyes, and turned his attentions back to the board.

Lunch, Sophomore year of high school

You were sat just behind the resident table of skaters, not your first choice but it was the only table left where you could sit alone and read without having to sit next to anyone.

They were being idiots, as usual, throwing stuff at each other and making awful jokes. One said something about how they wish food fights were still a thing, and another agreed, picking up their mash potato and humming it at Matts head. The whole able erupted into laughter, Matt included.

He took a hand full of his spaghetti, and pulled his arm back in preparation to throw it at his friend. Just as Matt let go of the wet, red noodles, his friend ducked out the way, and Matts handful of food was launched directly at you.

It splatted on your face, covering your clothes and book in red bolognese sauce. The whole cafeteria gasped, laughs erupting from every corner as Matts face was riddled with a shocked smile, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

"Matt!" You screamed, taking your fingers and raking them down your face, pulling the pasta off.

Matt chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender, "sorry, y/l/n, my bad"

You clenched your jaw, slamming your book shut, squishing the spaghetti and got to your feet.

"you are the most insufferable, idiotic, stupid, worthless boy, I have ever known" you borderline screamed, picking up your bags and storming out the cafeteria.

All his friends turned back to face him with looks of 'oh shit' spread across their faces, all holding back laughs.

Matt smiled through the sting of your words, trying to play it cool and act like he didn't want to run after you and apologise. Who cares, he hated you anyway.

In the hall, Freshman year of college

Matt was leant up against the wall, talking to a girl he barely knew about skateboarding, or something else that you really didn't care about. He was obviously flirting with her, and she was relishing in it, peppering his arm with touches and twirling her hair round her delicate fingers.

You and Matt had somehow ended up in the same college, and you despised him for it. He never even had to try, he was effortlessly good at things, being handed your dream life on a silver platter with a smug smile and a nonchalant attitude. From a distance, your distaste for the sight ahead of you would look like jealousy, it obviously wasn't, it was pure hatred, and despite your better judgement, you found yourself walking over to them.

"what're you doin' here, y/l/n" Matt said, annoyed at the sight of you.

You ignored him, placing your arm round the girls shoulder and talking directly to her.

"I wouldn't waste your time, girl, I heard he gave half the volleyball team chlamydia" You said, the lie rolling off your tongue effortlessly as you tried to hold back your smile.

The girl scoffed in disgust, looking Matt up and down as she walked away. Matt tried to defend himself, shouting out that you were lying and that he swore it wasn't true. His efforts failed and he turned to you with a clenched jaw.

You couldn't help but smile, your tongue pressed to your teeth as he glared at you.

"what the fuck is your problem" matt spat

you shrugged, "I was bored"

Matt scoffed, "you were bored, so you told the only girl who's shown interest in me in months that I have chlamydia?"

You giggled, and with another shrug, you walked away.

Matts whole face tensed, and he stuck both his middle fingers up at the back of your head. You turned back, knowing exactly what he was like and returned the favour, flashing your perfectly manicured middle finger at him with a smug smile.

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PICK A CARD MESSAGE YOU NEED TO HEAR

Pile One: Cards: Three of Cups, The World, Ace of Pentacles, Page of Swords

Pile One, I’m really excited for you, my loves! Your friends are going to play a key role in your success when it comes to your career. You’ve been undergoing a period of deep transformation, shedding old layers, and purging what no longer serves you. There have been tough choices, some that went against your desires but were necessary for your growth. I feel a recognition of childhood trauma and the realization of how it has shaped your life so far. It’s a hard truth to swallow, but you’re emerging stronger. Your luck is turning, and that's the part I’m excited about—finally, we’re entering the rebirth phase! Soon, you’ll face a crossroads, which may feel like a test from the universe for some of you. The advice here is simple: choose YOU. What is best for you, always. Apply the hard lessons you’ve learned in recent years.

Great things are on the horizon for you and your loved ones, filled with celebrations and opportunities for growth. Stand your ground and set clear boundaries. You’re currently building a solid, honest foundation for your life. Your friends, as well as your community, are playing a huge part in your evolution. There are abundant opportunities ahead, and soon, you’ll find yourself in rooms you never even dreamed of.

Pile One, you’re a powerhouse, and I’m so proud of you! <3

(Lenormand Cards drawn: The Whip, The Coffin, The Child, The Mice, The Cross, The Rider, The Clover, The Crossroads, The Tower, The Dog, The House, The Bouquet)

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Pile Two: ( I honestly forgot to write the tarot cards that i drew, and now it's next day and i have no idea what they were, adhd brain sorry )

Pile Two, how does it feel to be right? You’re shining and glowing—no one can miss your light because you're radiating. I’m picking up on a "getting my revenge energy," but not in a malicious way. It’s more of a constructive, maybe a little mischievous, but not destructive vibe. I love how you express yourself—you would make an excellent politician. You’ve been through some challenges but bounced back quickly, showing resilience. I feel like you’ve realized you should always go where you’re celebrated, not where you're tolerated.

Now, I have something to say, and if it doesn’t resonate, it’s not for you. I feel like you've started a new relationship, and maybe the honeymoon phase is over. There’s been a lot of communication through messages, and it seems like you know it’s coming to an end. You're scared of what's next. My advice? Follow your childhood dreams. I feel like reconnecting with past hobbies or passions will bring you guidance. Your inner child is calling to you, and you’re finally answering the call. Is that why you’re glowing? BADDIEEEEEEEE. If you're going through this right now, just know that you are protected, and you're in good hands.

Your path is becoming clearer, and you're walking toward abundance and greater strength in your character. Let go of that feeling of being haunted, and trust that you are protected.

(Lenormand Cards drawn: The Whip, The Heart, The Letter, The Coffin, The Cross, The Crossroads, The Child, The Sun.) (Prism Oracle Deck: Abundance, Strength, Ghost, Caution, Protected)

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Pile Three: Cards: The Hanged One, The Magician, Knight of Swords, The Devil, Nine of Wands, Knight of Cups

Pile Three, you’re creating significant change around you. I’m getting this feeling that things are finally starting to fall into place. It’s like you’ve found the right key to unlock a door you’ve been trying to open for a while. It’s been a long and sometimes lonely journey, but you kept going, knowing success was inevitable. I want to commend you for your strategic approach, rational thinking, and cleverness. Some might call it luck, but the truth is, you’ve put in the work!

Soon, you will receive news or a message that will bring you much joy. You’ve poured so much energy and passion into this, and now you're reflecting on your growth. Pile Three, perhaps you’ve even gone through a physical transformation recently?

Your finances are set to grow significantly this year, and important people will want to work with you. Once again, I’m so proud of you, and I wish you all the best, my loves.

(Lenormand Cards drawn: The Scythe, The Tower, The Dog, The Fox, The Star, The Fish) (Prism Oracle Deck: Passion, Pain, Reflection, Growth)

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[tainted-liquor]

'Basketball Wife'

"Back the fuck up, thank you." - Miles G. Morales Earth42!Miles Morales x Booksmart!Reader TWs: Cursing, n I think that's it Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! W/C: 980? A/N: This was another request that I rlly loved working on! Enjoy luvs ꨄ

You and your boyfriend, Miles, had been dating for around 10 months or so. He didn't have the best reputation with the faculty, skipping out on certain classes, having the lowest participation score out of most of the students, and overall wasn't a very happy camper. It's not like his grades were bad, oh hell no! He just wasn't a very optimistic person and opted to fade into the background of most people's lives. Which for some reason had the opposite effect, inducing random girls and, very very rarely, boys to throw themselves at him just to say 'I know Miles.'

Now when he decided to join his school's basketball team, shit only got worse for him. He used to eat his food in the lunch room until a pool of girls decided to sit near him in an attempt to snatch his attention. This obviously pissed Miles off even more, pushing him further back into the shadows and closing himself off even more from the people around him. So he decided to eat in the library. It was empty for the most part, with about 5 students eating together and talking, one of them being you. There you sat with your group of girls, chatting away about random topics, ignoring the rather aggressive slam of the library door. For you, it was just another lunch before you went back to your classes.

As you skipped to your 5th-period class, you parted ways with your friend Kayla as you prepared to be assigned the 2-person project your teacher had gone over yesterday. You obviously weren't a fan of work, but you were excited regardless to choose your partner. So when class got started and the teacher announced he would be ASSIGNING your partners? Honey, you were pissed off. The class erupted full of irritated groans and 'Oh my god's as he listed off the names, choosing the oddest combos you'd ever heard in your life. He called your name, and then Miles as you rolled your eyes slightly. Really, you wanted to be with your best friend Amai, but you didn't have much of a choice, did you?

When the teacher finished reading off the list of pairs, everyone scattered across the room to sit next to their partner. So you moved accordingly, scooting your desk over to Miles's with a couple of noisy scrapes. He wasn't exactly rude, just didn't really seem interested. You really didn't feel like explaining what you wanted to do to someone who wasn't listening, so you just decided to compromise.

"Look, we don't have to talk at all, but at least come find me today so we can work on this project. We don't even have to speak, just correct something or write notes on the slides."

So you met every day for the next 2 weeks in the library, with Miles gradually warming up to you as you spent more time together. He went from saying 2-3 words a day to you to having full-fledged debates on random topics. Even when the project was over, he still hung around. Inviting you to watch him practice for his games, putting you on his cfs story on insta, and stationing you in the front row every time he had a basketball game without fail. So it wasn't necessarily a surprise when he asked you out.

You snuck around together for the next 10 months, not really wanting to deal with questions about each other. You had grades to keep up, and he didn't want to attract any attention. Spending minimal time together during school hours but hanging out in Miles's dorm or his house after hours, spending countless nights in each other's arms. He asked you to come to yet another one of his basketball games, to which you happily agreed to make an appearance.

You sat on the benches as you silently cheered for Miles, giving him discreet little heart signs and blowing tiny kisses in his direction every now and again. He winked at you, and no sooner than he did you heard a girl behind you begin to blab on.

"Bitch he winked at me! Oh my god!"

You felt a vein in your temple tense, exercising all of the strength in your body to not turn around. She stepped down a row, sitting slightly close to you as you watched her wave frantically, which Miles ignored. The game went on for about another 45 minutes, with Home scoring the winning shot. The court erupted with loud cheering, you had that same amount of school pride as you yelled along with the crowd. As the team celebrated in the middle of the court, a few players walked over to whoever was important to them in the crowd fixed on the benches.

Miles made a quick glance at you before briefly nodding backward, indicating for him to follow him to the back like you would usually do. Just as you were getting your stuff ready, that dumb bimbo quickly hopped up to grab at his arm. He wasted absolutely zero time in pushing her off, giving her a rather stern "I have a girlfriend. Back the fuck up, thank you." with a grimace that said nothing but pure disgust. He jogged up to you, pulling you from the front of the bleachers and pulling you into a deep kiss. A couple people perked up at the action, watching as two people who seemingly didn't even know each other casually kissed in the middle of the court.

Bitches were mad that day, their delusions coming to a very sharp halt as the reality of Miles's girlfriend smacked them like a backhand from Floyd Mayweather. But you didn't give a single fuck as Miles cooed a gentle "I love you, mi amor." Into your ear. You knew who he preferred over everyone in the school; that mattered to you.

[megalony]

Good For Us

Okay, this is my first time writing for Dark! Eddie Diaz, thank you @missdreamofendless for helping me with the ideas for this imagine.

I hope you will all like it, any feedback would be amazing.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) finds out she's had a miscarriage without knowing she was pregnant, and Eddie helps her through it. Little does she know he has been planning for them to have a baby, without telling her.

Enjoy.

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Both (Y/n)'s hands began to scratch together on her lap to stop herself from shaking and when she heard the door open again, she twisted to look over her shoulder.

It was the same doctor.

She had a soothing smile and a calm demeanour that made (Y/n) feel much more at ease, especially since she had come here alone. Not that she had much choice. Eddie was at work and had been for the last few days and with (Y/n)'s parents not living in town, there wasn't really anyone else she could ask to come with her to an appointment. There was no one else she trusted enough.

Her teeth sank down into her lower lip as her eyes followed the doctor who walked back into the room and sat down behind her desk once again.

(Y/n) hadn't been left alone in the office for long, but it was just long enough to start the beginning of panic dwelling up in her chest and deep within her stomach.

She moved her hand down to press into her waist, trying her best to ward off the discomfort she had been feeling for the last few days. The reason she had gotten herself an appointment in the first place.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

(Y/n) did her best to force a smile, but she couldn't manage it when she noticed the doctor's pointed expression that didn't look like she was going to be bearing the best of news here.

The doctor placed her notes down on her desk before she folded her arms and leaned forward.

"Okay, now I've taken a look at the scan results and conferred with a colleague… I'm afraid the symptoms you experienced were due to a miscarriage."

Cold shivers ran up and down (Y/n)'s spine and she sat up straighter in her seat while a frown etched onto her features. That couldn't be right. Had she heard the doctor properly? Surely they had mixed her results up with someone else's.

She hadn't been pregnant. (Y/n) had no signs or symptoms and she had no inkling that she might have been just a few weeks pregnant. It wasn't like her and Eddie had been actively trying for a baby. They weren't. They took precautions. This hadn't been planned or expected.

She had made this appointment because for the last two or three days, she had been experiencing sharp pains and discomfort. (Y/n) had had similar pains before when she'd had infections or once a few years back when she had a problem with her ovaries. That's what she thought this was. It hadn't been the usual period cramps, (Y/n) knew that, and she had only just started bleeding this morning which clearly she had mistaken for a period.

(Y/n) had been expecting to be told she had another infection or she had some kind of pollop on her ovary. She didn't come here thinking she would be told she had been pregnant, but wasn't anymore.

"I- I didn't…" She couldn't find the words, but it was clear she didn't need to. The doctor understood what she was trying to say.

"That's okay, I understand this is a lot to take in. For now, we don't need to be concerned or making any referrals to hospital. I'd like to take a blood sample today, and then have you come back in three weeks for another blood test, this will just confirm the miscarriage."

(Y/n) found herself nodding, but she could feel her blood running cold whilst her mind started to drift off without her. She didn't like bloods being taken, she didn't do so well with needles. That was why she had wanted Eddie to come with her, on the off chance she might need bloods being done.

"Okay. We'll do the bloods now, then you can head home. You'll just need to take some pain relief, but please make another appointment if the bleeding becomes heavy or the pains get worse."

Again, she began nodding along as if she understood every word, but nothing was sinking in.

She sat up straight and slumped her left arm on the desk to allow the doctor to wheel her chair closer and prepare.

The doctor found everything she needed within the desk drawers and she began rolling (Y/n)'s sleeve up and tightened an elastic strip around her upper arm. All while (Y/n) stared out the window as her mind wandered off.

She made sure not to look when she felt a suitable vein being prodded in her elbow, but (Y/n) felt her stomach churn the moment the needle punctured into her vein. A shudder passed down her spine and she could feel bile rising in the back of her throat when the blood began to fill the vile.

Her head started to spin once it was done and she could feel a fluttering feeling tingling down her left arm right to her fingertips that were turning numb.

"Do you feel okay?"

No. No, she didn't feel good. She felt like she was going to be sick, her stomach was churning and bubbling, her head was spinning and now hundreds of thoughts were speeding through her mind. But (Y/n) nodded anyway because she just wanted to go home.

She blindly agreed to whatever date the doctor arranged for her next blood test in three weeks. And with reassurance that she would come back if she had any concerns or persistent pains, (Y/n) stumbled from her seat and numbly left the room.

By the time she got outside, the fresh air almost had her keeling over and she barely managed to keep hold of her phone when she fished it from her bag and shakily dialled Eddie's number.

She managed to force her shaking legs over towards the bench just outside the chemist and her body collapsed onto the empty bench like she had turned to jelly or begun to melt. All (Y/n) wanted to do was curl up into a ball and become invisible, but she couldn't. Not until she was back home.

"Hi baby," Eddie's voice rang through (Y/n)'s ears like hypnotic music and just his tone was enough to stop her trembling so much and make her want to smile.

She could of melted there and then. Her free hand ran up and down her face and cupped over her eyes to block out the sunlight that was starting to give her a worse headache than when she arrived at the doctors. Her head hung down and she coiled over until her knees were pressing into her aching stomach that was throbbing and ready to burst.

"Hey, have um… have you finished work?" She felt silly for asking, she felt like she shouldn't be ringing him at all.

And (Y/n) hardly ever rang Eddie when he was work or even when he was leaving work. She knew he didn't always get to finish his shifts on time, but she was praying that he was finishing early or on time today. (Y/n) wasn't sure she could get on a bus and make it back home, and she wasn't in the right frame of mind to walk back.

"Just about to get a shower and come home, why? Everything okay, amor?"

At least something was on her side today. After the news she had just received and how dull and broken that had made her feel, (Y/n) wasn't sure she could take any more let downs or bad news.

"I just, I had to come to the doctors, and wondered if you'd come get me?" She did her best to push the tears away by clamping her eyes shut tight. "I don't feel well." She added feebly, as if Eddie needed any more convincing than that to come and get her.

"I'm on my way, are you alright?"

"Yeah." She knew she didn't sound convincing, and she knew Eddie didn't believe her at all, but he didn't question it. She hummed when he promised to be ten minutes and slid her phone back into her bag when the call ended.

Her arms bound around her waist and she stayed coiled over, slowly rocking back and forth from her heels to her toes while she stared off into the distance. Waiting to spot Eddie's jeep rolling into the car park.

All sorts of strange thoughts rattled through her head while she waited, too many thoughts really. (Y/n) could feel herself becoming overwhelmed right until her eyes set on the dark bullet grey jeep that felt like a beacon crying out to her in her moment of need.

She shot up from the bench a little too fast, swaying from left to right as she hurried over so he wouldn't have to try and find a parking space. The moment she heaved herself up into the jeep, (Y/n) coiled her arms around her waist, pulled the belt down so it wasn't in the way, and let herself slump against the window. The cold glass was soothing against her temple and she sighed, closing her eyes while she felt Eddie's worried gaze on her.

She was glad he pulled away rather than waiting around in the car park to find out what was going on. But once they were on the road, she felt Eddie's hand slither across to give her thigh a gentle squeeze.

"What's going on, amor? You don't look well."

"Bloods made me dizzy… can we talk at home?"

(Y/n) peeked one eye open to look over at Eddie and she saw the way his jaw clicked while his lips formed a worried frown line. But he nodded and gave her thigh a tender squeeze and his fingertips roamed along her leg for a few seconds before his touch retracted.

He grazed his palm along his mouth and down his jaw, sucking in a worried breath as he looked over at (Y/n). She didn't look her usual self and he could feel the dread eating away at him.

Why didn't she tell him she had an appointment today? He would have come with her if he knew. He would of asked Bobby if he could leave early to bring her here rather than let her come alone. Eddie didn't like the thought of (Y/n) being nervous, coming to the doctors without him. He always brought her to appointments. It made sure that Eddie knew exactly what was going on with her and if there was anything he should be worried about.

Every now and then he looked across at her, noticing how she looked just like she was falling asleep. But he could see that she was opening her eyes to see where they were every other minute. She was desperate to get home, he could see that clearly.

Both of them were relieved when Eddie finally pulled up at home and he watched how (Y/n) almost slid out the jeep when they climbed out. She didn't look like she had much effort left within her.

(Y/n) kicked off her shoes as soon as she was inside and hung her bag up before she aimed down the hall. She knew Eddie would follow and she could feel him hovering behind her, catching her up almost immediately.

It was comforting to feel his hand on her hip and his tense chest almost touching her back as they walked in tandem down the hallway. He seemed to be fine following her lead and letting her choose for them to go into the bedroom to talk.

He didn't mind being in the bedroom to talk, he needed to change out of his work gear anyway and go get a shower. He had skipped his usual shower at work after shift when (Y/n) called. She needed a lift home and he didn't want to make her wait or get a shower and worry himself even more about what was wrong so he went straight to get her.

For a moment, Eddie thought (Y/n) was about to climb into bed and curl up in the middle of the afternoon. But he watched as she sat down on the end of the bed instead and wrapped her arms around her middle. Her head tilted to one side and the faraway look in her eyes showed she was somewhere else entirely in her mind.

He took care to be slow and cautious when he sat down on the bed next to her and slid his hand along her lower back.

"Do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" His voice was mellow and quiet while he circled his arm around her waist until his hand was resting on her hip. He shuffled closer until their knees bumped together and his chest merged into her arm. While his lips attached to her exposed neck and he began peppering kisses up and down, causing her to shiver against him.

Her head tilted to the right, giving Eddie more leeway to attach his lips up and down her neck while (Y/n)'s eyes locked on the carpet. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't know how he would take this kind of news, considering they had tried to be careful.

They were engaged, but they weren't married yet and they hadn't talked about kids. Sure, they agreed that in the future they would want kids together, and obviously Chris was like a son to (Y/n). But being pregnant was something different entirely. And this had been out of the blue.

Her hands began to fiddle on her lap, scratching her nails up and down the back of her hands and brushing her thumbs across her leggings to try and distract herself.

"I was having stomach pains, so I got an appointment…" She felt Eddie pause his ministrations on her neck, his right arm staying around her waist. While his left hand curled around her thigh and he stayed cosied up into her side.

"Okay," He murmured softly into her skin causing shivers to run up and down her neck as he spurred her to carry on.

"The doctor said I had a miscarriage." A wave of silence enveloped around them while (Y/n) diverted her gaze from the carpet to look down at Eddie's hand on her thigh. "I didn't know I was pregnant."

When she felt Eddie carefully shift to sit back up straight, she thought maybe he was annoyed. He hadn't been expecting that news, she could feel it. But the moment he murmured "Oh baby," into her hair, (Y/n) could feel the tears falling down her face.

She pushed forward, meshing her face into his work shirt that smelled of oil and smoke and sweat all mixed with Eddie's cologne. Her body shifted around to face him and she looped her arms tightly around his torso like she was trying to cut him in half. It felt good to have Eddie's fingers tangling in her hair and his nails raking through her hair and against the back of her head. And when his other arm slumped over her shoulders, (Y/n) melted into him.

"I'm sorry, amor."

Eddie leaned his cheek on top of (Y/n)'s head while his thumb began to brush up and down her arm and shoulder. He could feel a few tears soaking into his shirt and it made his heart drop down to her stomach.

This wasn't the kind of news he had been expecting.

For a few weeks now, Eddie had been expecting- no, praying, that (Y/n) would sit down and tell him she was pregnant. They were engaged, they were happy and settled and a baby was the next logical step to take. Eddie wanted a baby. He wanted to see (Y/n) as a proper mother and not just as a second mum to Chris.

He was desperate to see her with a baby in her arms and to have another kid in the house. He knew (Y/n) was going to make a great mum, she had already proved that with how loving and natural she was with Chris. Their family would be perfect if they had a baby, if they had more kids, and they were ready for that to happen now.

Eddie hadn't counted on (Y/n) miscarrying. That possibility hadn't crossed his mind, he didn't think she would go through something like that. But he guessed it was a relief that it happened early on like this than later and cause her any distress or worse pain.

She shouldn't of had to go through that. She should still be pregnant. She should have found out she was pregnant at her appointment and come home happy to tell him the news, not coming home heartbroken with foul revelations like this. It wasn't fair. Eddie hadn't hoped or prayed for any of this, he didn't want things to turn out this way.

"We could always try again." He whispered quietly into her hair while he kissed the top of her head.

(Y/n) kept her arms tight around Eddie's waist and she found herself nodding into the middle of his chest.

But his words sounded strange.

Trying again implied they had been trying in the first place, and they hadn't. They hadn't talked about having a baby yet or not taking precautions and actively trying for a baby.

Perhaps he meant they could try for one next time, after all, it would technically count as a second time if (Y/n) had been pregnant this time. Even if she hadn't known it at first. And they could. In a few months, maybe a year or so or after they were married, they could properly try for a baby. It might work a second time around.

When he felt (Y/n) humming into his chest and he couldn't feel her crying into his shirt anymore, he kissed her head again and began to sway them gently from side to side.

They would have to be careful next time. When she got pregnant again- and Eddie doubted it would take long judging on how quickly she had gotten pregnant this time- he would have to be careful around her. Make sure she took it easy, that she didn't overdo anything and that she was alright so she didn't have to go through this again and they could have a baby.

After a few minutes, Eddie slowly uncurled his hands from her head and shoulders and slid them down her waist. He felt (Y/n) tilt her head back to look up at him just as he held onto her thighs and carefully lifted her up as he stood up.

Her legs coiled around his waist to stop herself falling and she looped her arms around his neck, tucking her face into his neck. His hands gripped her thighs tightly but reassuringly and he pecked her cheek while he slowly walked out the bedroom.

"Let's get a bath, amor." He still needed to wash and get changed out of his work gear before he went to get Chris from school. And (Y/n) looked drained. A bath and a hug would make her feel better, and Eddie was going to do everything he could to make her feel better.

He was going to take care of her and get her back to feeling like herself again, so they could try again.

They would have a baby soon.

***

Looking across the room, (Y/n) watched from the doorway to make sure Chris was happy and settled watching tv. Once he picked a movie and seemed in his element, (Y/n) retreated from the living room and made her way down the hall. She knew he would be fine on his own for a while if she went to talk to Eddie.

There was time to talk before Chris came to find her to ask if they could start making dinner. It was routine for him to watch tv for a while after he came home from school before they ate.

She opened their bedroom door quietly and peeked her head round, surprised to see Eddie was actually awake. He had been on a night shift and had only gotten home at lunchtime, so he had gone for a power nap and (Y/n) left him to rest while she went to pick Chris up from school.

He had slept for a good three hours then, since he was now laid in the middle of the bed with his head propped up on his hand and the tv on quietly in the background.

A grin broke out on Eddie's face when his eyes set on (Y/n) and he followed her as she shut the door behind her and walked into the room. When she sat down on the bed, Eddie moved to sit up and slouched back into the headrest.

"Chris okay?" His voice was groggy and hoarse, giving away the fact that he hadn't been awake for long. Along with how he was rubbing at his eyes and trying to keep them open.

"Yeah, he's watching Ghostbusters." (Y/n) leaned her head on Eddie's shoulder when he coiled his arm around her and tugged her closer. She shuffled down to cuddle into his side, smiling when she felt him kiss the top of her head.

She twisted round a little after a few moments and laid her chest on top of his. She went to lay her cheek on his shoulder but stopped when she felt Eddie's fingers cupping her chin. He tilted her head up in his direction and captured her in a sweet kiss that had him groaning against her lips.

She tried to pull back and managed a short gulp of air before Eddie stole another kiss from her and slid his tongue past her lips. A gasp elicited from her lips which Eddie swallowed when he took another kiss from her and leaned her backwards while his hands travelled down her sides.

In less than a second he had hold of her hips and twisted them round so (Y/n) was laid on her back and he was hovering on top of her. She could feel him smiling into her lips and his thumbs stroked up and down her hips as he finally let her up for air.

"Eddie," She muttered when he pecked her lips again before his nose was tickling the side of her neck and he was trailing his lips down. She moved her hands to his shoulders and gave a tight squeeze, uttering his name again to get his attention.

"Yeah, baby?" He murmured against the base of her neck where he was leaving hollow kisses that were getting further and further from her lips and closer to her cleavage.

Reaching down, (Y/n) cupped her hands on either side of his neck and carefully tilted his head back so he was looking up at her. Those dark brown eyes looked positively drunk and his lips were quirked into a smile that made her stomach flip. She dragged her thumbs across his jaw when he tilted his head to one side and kissed her wrist over her pulse point.

"Can we talk, for a minute?" Her tone, mixed with her smile told Eddie it was nothing to worry about. She watched his smile turn wolfish and he kissed the top of her chest before he nodded and crawled back up her frame.

He knelt between her thighs, sitting back on his heels while his hands cupped her upper thighs and his thumbs stroked across her skin. (Y/n) sat up and leaned back into the pillows, squeezing her legs into Eddie's thighs every now and then while she focused her gaze on his hands and danced her fingers across his forearms for a distraction.

"You okay?" He murmured whilst simultaneously giving her thighs a squeeze that made her stomach flip.

"Yeah, well, I um…" Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and her left hand clenched around Eddie's arm while she leaned to the right towards her chest of drawers beside the bed.

She rummaged through the top drawer, looking for what she had shoved in there the other day in haste. Once her fingers found the familiar plastic object, (Y/n) sheepishly held it out towards Eddie until he took the hint and gently took it from her. She began smoothing her hands up and down Eddie's thighs and over the crease of his knees, her eyes following her movements so she didn't have to look up at him and read his expression.

Eddie's head leant to one side as he observed what she had handed out to him. A pregnancy test. A positive one.

He could feel his lips quirking up into a smile as he set the test down beside them on the bed before he moved to take her hands in his.

"You're pregnant." It was more of a statement than a question but (Y/n) found herself nodding along anyway.

When she finally dared to look up at him, she was dazed by the smile toying around on his lips. His smile almost reached his eyes and (Y/n) could scarcely breathe when he swooped down for a quick kiss. He was happy. (Y/n) hadn't been sure what his reaction would be, much like last time when she told him she'd miscarried. Because again, this wasn't planned.

(Y/n) did her best to smile, but she couldn't stop the worry from being written plainly across her face. She was nervous. She didn't know what to think or how to go about this or how to react.

She wasn't so sure this was the right time. All (Y/n) could think about was what would happen if the same thing happened as what happened only five months ago. It was so soon after she had miscarried, and that had made (Y/n) feel horrid. It had taken a while to get out of the slump that put her in and how uneasy and broken it made her feel.

She didn't want to go through that again. (Y/n) felt like she had finally gotten herself back to normal, back to how she wanted to feel. And things were going great with her and Eddie and Chris, they were all happy together. They were planning to get married soon. A baby was going to throw all those plans up in the air and change things up.

"Amor, this is a good thing." When Eddie reached his hand out to cup her chin, (Y/n) leaned her cheek into his palm and smiled softly up at him.

"I- I know, but it's not been long since the last time, and that didn't go well. It's not like we planned either of these outcomes."

Last time had been a complete shock, (Y/n) had no inkling that she might be pregnant and was bombarded with the fact that she had, but it was all over in the blink of an eye. They hadn't been trying this time either. They said they would wait, they would wait until (Y/n) felt better and it felt like the right time to expand their family.

Was this the right time? Were they ready for this to happen now? Would it work out this time, or would (Y/n) lose another baby? She didn't want that to happen.

"That's not gonna happen again, baby. And so what if we weren't exactly trying, we always said we want kids, clearly now seems like the right time." Eddie brushed his thumb along her jaw and leaned over to press a tender kiss to her temple.

It was the right time. (Y/n) was feeling much better in herself, Eddie had seen the improvement and how she seemed to have gotten back on track after their little set back five months ago.

This felt like the right time for them, Eddie knew it. He knew they were happy and settled and a baby would just make everything perfect. He knew (Y/n) would look beautiful with a pregnancy bump, she was going to be a great mum and he was desperate to feel a baby in his arms again. This is what they needed.

And this is what he had been hoping for. This is what he wanted to be told last time, that (Y/n) was pregnant, not having a miscarriage. This was the news he wanted and this was exactly what they both needed. Having a baby was the right thing and Eddie knew it would do (Y/n) the world of good.

(Y/n) moved her hands to hold onto Eddie's forearm like she needed something to ground herself and stop the panic from overtaking her system. She could feel her breaths beginning to run away without her while her mind seemed to start going on overdrive. Any and every thought passed through her mind until each passing thought began to ignite a migraine behind her eyes.

"What if it happens again, I don't- Eddie I don't wanna feel that again-"

"Hey, hey calm down." Both his hands cupped her face and tilted her head back while he rested his temple against hers so their noses were touching. "That won't happen, I'm here, and I'll look after you. We'll be a proper family."

She wanted to nod, but she didn't have the will or the nerve to agree when she wasn't so sure about this. Eddie couldn't exactly stop her from having a miscarriage, it wasn't something he could prevent and if it happened, (Y/n) didn't know what she would do. She couldn't go through that again, not so soon after the last one.

Her eyes fell closed and she leaned into Eddie's touch, willing away the panicked tears that were bubbling up behind her eyes and causing her nose to sting.

"Amor, having this baby will be good for us, I know it. You don't yet, but you will." He would make sure of it.

Eddie would convince her. He would show her that this was what they both needed, what their family needed. This was supposed to happen and this time Eddie would do what he could to look after her and make sure she rested and wasn't in any danger of losing another baby.

He wouldn't let that happen. They were going to have a baby, and this was going to be the making of then.

[catgrandpa]

I started this post with the intention of asking for fic recs where Bruce gets his kids early, but then I ended up just writing some ficlets

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I still really just want recs I swear but I wrote these anyway and am incapable of doing more with them so here

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Dick Grayson is 8 years old when he watches his parents die. Bruce is 24 years old when he sees a young boy’s life fall to pieces. He’s far too young to be a single father. But he sees too much of himself in the child, and he knows in his heart that he won’t be able to walk away from him.

He talks to Alfred about his fears of only furthering Dick’s trauma by failing him as a guardian. It takes some time, but Alfred is able to convince Bruce to find a therapist and take some discreet parenting classes. He’s still Batman, and I don’t think he’s capable of Gentle Parenting™ but he does do better. Plus, Dick is young enough to learn to read Bruce before the teenage hormones kick in so they manage to communicate much more effectively with each other.

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Bruce meets Catherine Todd by chance because there was a cool park Dick wanted to stop at. She’s trying to deal with her hungry and fussy 3 year old step son, but she’s young and stressed out and hungry herself and she just doesn’t know what to do. Bruce offers to take them out for lunch. He asks Dick to take Jason to the play area in the corner while they talk.

She breaks down and tells him of her struggles with addiction. She does her best to keep Jason fed, but it’s so hard. Feeding him means she goes hungry most of the time because she can’t quit using. Jason wouldn’t survive if she had to go through withdrawals with him.

He’s not even her kid! Not really. Her husband is just an abusive deadbeat so she doesn’t have a choice. She does love him, but she never wanted kids, and she can’t just let a child die when she can do something.

Bruce fills their fridge and cabinets to the brim (he offers to do much more for them but that’s all she will budge on. She has too much pride to accept outright charity, but she will do what she can to keep her kid safe) and he makes it clear to her that he is willing to take care of Jason for however long is necessary when she decides to take the first step to get clean.

Two months later, Willis gets arrested and Catherine shows up at Wayne Manor and tells Bruce she signed up for inpatient, but she thinks it would be best for Jason and for herself if Bruce would be willing to take permanent custody. She stays in Jason’s life, just not as a mother figure.

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A year or so later, Bruce gifts Alfred with a vacation as an early birthday present. Things have been hectic with the sudden acquisition of two sons, and Alfred has done so much, he deserves a break. Bruce promises he’ll be able to handle two kids on his own.

Turns out, he was mostly right, but only just barely. The kids are fine, the manor not so much. He ends up hiring a few services to help out with general housekeeping. A couple of those workers also happen to be regular hires for the Drakes.

Bruce overhears them talking about how sad it is that those awful people treat their toddler more like a doll than a child. He learns that not only do they leave for long periods at a time while not hiring a proper nanny to watch over their son, just expecting the help to take care of him, but they also lock him away on his own whenever it’s ’not fashionable’ to have a 2 year old around.

Alfred comes back to the manor on August 15th, just in time to celebrate his and Master Jason’s birthdays together. He opens the door and dodged around a very excited 4 year old jumping up and down in the entry hall.

“ALFIE! ALFIE! BOOSE GOT ME A BABY BWOTHER FOR MY BIRFDAY! LOOK! LOOK! HIMS NAME IS TIMMY AND HE’S THE BESTEST!”

Alfred leans over to peak behind the boy, and sees a very quiet, very small child standing behind him.

“Oh, dear.”

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The day Bruce got the call from Talia telling him she was pregnant with his child was one of the best days of Bruce’s life. The day she called to tell him she miscarried was one of the worst.

The only blessing was that he didn’t need to explain it to his kids. Talia was going to move in once she was in her second trimester, and they planned to reveal her pregnancy together.

He got the call two weeks before her flight out. He begged her to come anyway, he loved her, they could still be a family. She refused.

Six and a half months later, he walks into his bedroom to find Talia standing by the window with a squirming bundle in her arms. With equal measures steel and sorrow in her eyes she tells Bruce she is sorry for what she put him through, but it was the only way to keep their son safe. He gathers them both in his arms and holds them tight as she explains.

Her father had planned to raise an heir to be the Demon Head. He would be kept a secret from Batman until the very end. But when Talia gave the final push to birth their son, he came out quiet. She panicked for a moment until her midwife quietly leaned down to listen to the baby’s breathing and then looked up with a soft smile, she bundled up the small thing and handed Talia her baby. Big beautiful green eyes blinked up at her. The midwife leaned closer to Talia and whispered, “Sadly, your son was stillborn. I’m deeply sorry for your loss, but surely The Great Head of the Demon would be willing to allow you some time away from your duties while you recover.” Talia allowed the woman to cover her beautiful cooing baby gently with soft linen and silk and carry him from the room. Later that night she left her home with her son and boarded the first flight to Gotham.

Tears gather on Bruce’s lashes and he tells her everything will be alright because now they can finally be together as a family. Once more, she refuses. She tells him Damian and his boys are far too precious for her to bring the danger of the league of assassins to their door. Bruce closes his eyes in sorrow, but nods his acceptance. He asks her to at least stay the night together. They fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms with their baby boy safely bundled between them. Talia is gone when he wakes.

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It’s been one week since Talia left and, while still beyond upset, Bruce feels like he’s starting to have a decent handle on things. He is sitting with his boys at the breakfast table, Dick and Jason to his left, Tim to his right, Damian in his arms, and Alfred across from him. They’re finally able to have a relaxing breakfast. No babies crying, no food fights, no arguing, just the sounds of eating and gentle chatter.

He feels a small hand grab his right sleeve and give a gentle tug.

“Boo?” Tim asks, quietly. Bruce feels his heart warm at his son finally feeling like he can speak up without permission.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why isn’t Big Sister sitting with us?”

Alfred is the only person in the room other than Tim to not startle at the sudden appearance of a 5 year old girl standing next to Bruce at the dining table. He simply sighs, stands up, and grabs another place setting for her at the table.