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A Heart Divided -5-
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|5| Truth and Consequences
Summary: Chrissy and Max tries to find Roxy on her own so they can interrogate her about your sister and the diary, while Nancy questions Steve about his closeness with Chrissy. Meanwhile, Eddie is conflicted over his relationship your sister, whilst trying to figure out where youâve gone.
Warnings: swearing, mention of weed, abusive parent, blood.
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The next morning, Nancy was parking her car outside of the Family Video, when Max asked the older girls, âYou think this will work?â
âItâs worth a try,â Nancy said, as they all took of their seatbelts. âAnything to help us prove to Eddie who really wrote that diary.â
âI just hope that we can use the database to find Roxy,â Chrissy replied.
âWell, if Keithâs there and says anything, Iâm sure Nancy can put on the charm,â Max joked, as they got out of the car.
âVery funny, Max,â Nancy sarcastically responded, which made Chrissy giggle.
Meanwhile, inside the store, Robin and Steve were debating on which movie to play.
âIâve told you before, Robin,â Steve spoke as he was pushing the empty trolley. âI donât do double VHS.â
âOh come on,â Robin retorted, as Steve followed her to the counter, before picking up a cardboard cutout of Freddy Krueger. âYou picked the movie last time. Itâs my turn.â
âOkay, fine. But Iâm not-â Steve with the cutout in front of his face, turned around when he heard someone yelp, as he almost bumped into that person.
âSmooth move, dingus,â Robin snorted, as she was about to take the VHS tape out of its cover when Steve passed her cutout, before beginning to apologise.
âI am so sorry. Are you okay? I didnât mean to bump into you, I shouldâveâŚâ
âItâs okay,â a sweet voice replied, prompting Steve to turn back, to find Chrissy standing in front of him, smiling.
âOh, Chrissy. Hey,â Steve grinned as he greeted her, whilst Nancy and Max padded behind her. As Robin waved at the two girls, Steve greeted them, before asking Chrissy, âWhat brings you here?â
âThe girlâs been single for five minutes, and heâs already making a pass at her,â Robin teased.
Steve turned to Robin, as he asked in a serious tone, âDonât you have a tape to put on?â
Robin was about to continue with her teasing when Nancy cleared her throat, before informing Steve and Robin, âActually, we need your help with something. You see, weâre doing some investigating, andâŚâ
âInvestigating?â Steve asked, before asking if it had something to do with your disappearance.
Chrissy explained, as she held up the diary, that they were investigating on who was responsible for forging your handwriting.
âCan I see it?â Steve asked Chrissy, before she handed it over to him.
âWhy? Curious about what it might say about you?â Robin asked, causing Steve to sarcastically laugh, as he started reading the contents.
âHe wonât find anything anyway, itâs only about Eddie,â Chrissy informed them, confirming that she, Nancy and Max thoroughly checked every single page.
After Steve read through the pages, he closed the diary and gave it back to Chrissy, as he confirmed, âWell, whoever forged the handwriting, definitely needed a dictionary. So many misspelling errors. And doesnât she like, doodle stuff on the pages or something?â
After confirming that you never wrote in the diary, Steve asked Chrissy, âAny ideas on who it could be? If I had to put money on it, it would be her sister.â
âAt first, I thought for sure that it was her sister who wrote it,â Chrissy mentioned. âBut after comparing her friend, Roxyâs writing in the yearbook, Iâm wondering if sheâs involved too.â
âOkay, so what does that have to do with us?â Robin asked.
âWe need to use your computer system to find Roxy,â Max bluntly responded.
âWell, even if we let you use it to find her and prove that the diary, do you really think that it would make a difference to Eddie?â Robin asked, before commenting on his recent ill treatment towards you.
âMaybe not, but itâs gotta be worth a try,â Chrissy replied. âSo, can we please use the computer?â
Robin and Steve silently turned to each other, before Steve shifted his attention to Chrissy, silently giving the girls permission to use the computer by gesturing at it to them.
Chrissy smiled, as she thanked him. As the three girls started gathering around the computer, Nancy quickly turned to glance at Steve, whose eyes were fixated on Chrissy when Robin started making a kissing face at him, prompting Nancy to swiftly turn away. As Steve took notice of Robin, he glared at her, telling her, âGo and help them.â
Robin raised her hands with an innocent expression on her face, as she went to help the girls.
Suddenly, the phone started ringing, prompting Robin to turn her head when Steve picked it up, he answered, âFamily Video, how can-? Oh, hey Mom. Why are you-?â
As the girls continue to search on the database, they heard Steve ask, âReally? Where?â
Chrissy turned her head, hoping that he was given some information about your whereabouts, as he Steve jotted down something on a scrap of paper.
âOkay, thanks for letting me knowâŚIâll go there right now.â
After Steve had put down the phone, he immediately took his work vest, as he asked, âHey Nance, can you drive me to the tow yard? My mom said that the cops called, saying that they found my car.â
âSure,â Nancy replied, before asking Chrissy and Max, âWill you guys be okay finding Roxy by yourselves?â
Chrissy remained silent, worrying about you when Max responded, âYeah, sure.â
Nancy silently nodded, as Steve told her, âLetâs go.â
They were both about to leave when Steve noticed Chrissyâs worried expression.
Steve deeply exhaled, as he approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder, softly telling her, âDonât worry. Iâll ask the cops about her. If theyâve found my car, then maybe theyâve found her too.â
Chrissy chewed her lower lip, holding back her tears, as she silently nodded.
âListen, we can wait until you find Roxyâs address, and weâll drop you off there before the yard,â Steve suggested, before asking Nancy. âRight, Nance?â
Before Nancy could respond, Chrissy replied, âItâs okay. I can call Aimee and ask if her brother can take us to her.â
âAre you sure?â
Chrissy silently nodded, when Nancy said, âWe better get going before they destroy the car.â
Steve briefly rubbed Chrissyâs shoulder, before moving his hand away, as he stepped outside, following Nancy, who sprinted towards her car.
Meanwhile in the hospital, Eddie was still in bed, rereading your diary, ghosting his fingers against your drawings when he heard the door knocking.
As he quickly closed the diary and hid it under his pillow, the door opened, as a gruffly voice announced, âItâs only me.â
It was Wayne.
As Wayne entered the door, carrying a plastic bag, he told Eddie, âIâm not supposed to be here out of visiting hours, but the nurse allowed me to come and drop off a couple of things.â
âOh, okay. Thanks,â Eddie replied, as Wayne placed the bag on top of the table, before taking out some comic books and a couple of cassettes for him.
âDid you managed to do your homework?â Wayne asked.
âSome,â Eddie grumbled, as he crossed his arms when Wayne leaned over, and asked, âEddie? Are you okay?â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â Eddie retorted. âIâm being discharged soon.â
âWell, itâs justâŚyour eyes are puffy. Have you been crying?â
Eddie scoffed, as he shuffled in his bed, before denying, âOf course not. Just tired, thatâs all. Didnât get enough sleep.â
If there was one thing that Wayne knew, it was the fact that his own nephew wasnât good at lying.
However, Wayne decided to let him lie, saving the interrogation.
As he took the empty plastic bag, Wayne told him, âWell, Iâll come and see you again during visiting hours. Has your girlfriend been to visit?â
Eddie stayed silent, not mentioning that your sister hadnât been to see him.
Wayne sighed, âIf you want, Iâll ask if she wants to visit when I go over-â
âDonât bother,â Eddie coldly replied. âSheâs probably busy.â
Wayne shook his head, before telling him, âIâll ask anyway.â He then mentioned you. âItâs been a week since she went missing, I hope she returns home soon.â
âMe too,â Eddie mumbled. âI know weâre not close anymore, but I hope she comes back.â
Wayne furrowed his eyebrows, wondering about Eddieâs sudden change of heart about you.
âWell, weâve got people to look out for her, so someoneâs bound to see her,â Wayne replied, as he headed to the door, before replying, â Iâll see you later, kid.â
Eddie silently waved goodbye to his uncle, who had closed the door behind him.
After he had gone, Eddie took the diary from under the pillow and opened it, rereading the pages. The more Eddie read, the more he was finally convinced that the diary was yours, especially how you described your sister as a succubus. Looking back, Eddie realised that you were right. He remembered the day when your sister showed him the fake diaryâŚ
âNoâŚâ Eddie tearfully said, as he sat on your sisterâs bed, reading the insults about him in the diary, which your sister allegedly found under your bed. âNo, that canât be true.â
âIâm sorry, but it is,â your sister replied with fake sympathy. âYou donât know what she was like after you leave. Sheâs always badmouthing you for failing senior year twice.â
Eddie sniffled, as he slammed the diary shut.
âI didnât want you to find out this way, butâŚmaybe itâs for the best,â your sister said, as she cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss.
Eddie instantly pulled himself away, confused with your sisterâs sudden move.
He knew that your sister wasnât always nice to him when she was in his class. But then he thought maybe she had changed.
Your sister flashed a smile at him, as she seductively stroked his arm, before whispering to him, âShe doesnât have to know, not that sheâll care anyway.â
Eddie wasnât sure what to do. On one hand, he didnât understand why she would make a move on him. On the other hand, he was too angry to care. He thought that maybe being with your sister would help him get over you.
âYou know what? Fuck it,â Eddie exclaimed, as he dropped the diary, leaning into a passionate kiss, making your sister squeal with delightâŚ
Eddie snapped himself out of that memory, as he closed the diary. At that moment, he realised that maybe you were right about your sister being a succubus, wondering if she had anything to do with the fake diary. Looking back, he shouldâve left immediately after she kissed him and gone to the training camp to ask you about it.
He sighed, as he leaned back, trying to decide to whether break things off with your sister, or wait until she confessed.
A few moments later, Steve and Nancy were at the tow yard. After Steve signed and paid for his car to be returned, they waited for the car as Steve commented, âI hope that sheâs been found.â
Steve stared at his watch, wondering how long itâll take when Nancy spoke up, âHey, Steve?â
âYeah, Nance?â Steve asked, as he lowered his arm.
âI hope you donât think Iâm prying, but I uh⌠couldnât help but notice how you are with Chrissy lately.â
Steve furrowed his eyebrows, as he asked in a confused tone, âHow do you mean?â
âWell, I noticed how you were ogling her earlier and-â
âOkay,â he let out a little laugh, before explaining. âI was not ogling her. Iâm just worried about her, thatâs all.â
He then mentioned that Chrissy was your best friend, and that you were like family to him, before carrying on saying, âSo obviously, I am protective of her, especially after what happened with Carver. I mean, Iâve known Chrissy since we were kids, and-â
âOkay, I believe you,â Nancy interjected, before letting out a small laugh, as she turned to face the counter.
âWell, speaking of pryingâŚHowâs things with you and Jonathan?â
Nancy turned to him for a split second before facing forward, faking a smile, as she replied, âGreat, we couldnât be more happier.â
Steve furrowed his eyebrows, as he saw through her. âNance?â
Nancy turned to him, as she sadly sighed, before telling him, âLetâs just sayâŚThings are a little complicated for us right now.â
Steve attentively listened, as Nancy revealed, âWe got talking about college, and we got into a fight after I found out that heâs going to community college instead of Emerson. I tried calling him, but heâs either with this Argyle guy or the lineâs busy because of Joyceâs job.â
âIâm sorry to hear it,â Steve sympathetically responded, before placing his hand on her shoulder, telling her, âYouâll get through to him, and you guys will fix it.â
Nancy smiled, as she thanked him when the officer came back with Steveâs keys.
âHere you go,â he said as he passed him the keys.
Steve turned around, before asking, âUhâŚWhereâs my car?â
âYeah about that, itâs outta gas,â the officer revealed. âSo, we couldnât bring it over.â
Steve turned back, as he asked about you.
âThereâs no report about your friend. Just your unattended vehicle.â
Steveâs face turned pale, as he thought about the worst case scenario.
âDonât worry,â Nancy began to assure him. âIâll get my dadâs gas tank from home, and-â
âNever mind the gas tank,â Steve frantically interrupted as he gripped his hair, before asking, âWhat about her?â
He cursed under his breath, before asking the officer if he could make a phone call.
After the cop had let make one call, Steve dialled Dustinâs phone, before hearing Dustin answer, âHenderson residence.â
âDustin, itâs me.â
Steve then asked him to contact Max for them, informing her and Chrissy that you still havenât been found by the police, before telling him that he and Nancy were going to find your last location.
On the other side of town, Max and Chrissy got out of a taxi which they had to take as Tony was unable to take them to Roxy.
After paying the driver, they started walking towards the street, as Max asked, âDo you think sheâll talk?â
âI donât know,â Chrissy sighed. âBut itâs worth a shot.â
Chrissy continued to talk as they approached the door when they heard Maxâs supercom beep before hearing Dustinâs voice.
âMax! Weâve got a code red! I repeat, weâve got a code red!â
Max took it from her backpack, as she heard Dustin say that you were still missing and Steve and Nancy were going to where the car was located.
Suddenly, Chrissy snatched the supercom from Maxâs hand, and quickly answered, âAsk them where to meet-.â
Suddenly, the connection was cut off. Her lips started to tremble, as she dropped to her knees and started to sob.
Max kneeled down beside her, and placed one hand on her shoulder whilst grabbing the supercom from her with the other.
âDonât worry, theyâll find her,â Max assured her.
âWhat if they donât?â Chrissy blubbered. âWhat if sheâs been taken? What if sheâsâŚ?â
Chrissy continued to sob, as Max wrapped her arms around her, trying to comfort her.
âAfter we deal with Roxy, weâll find her, okay? If Steveâs carâs been found, then maybe sheâs close by.â
Suddenly, they heard a door unlocking, causing the two girls to get back on their feet, as realised that it was coming from Roxyâs house.
As the door swung open, an older man, presumably Roxyâs father, with a beer bottle in his hand, leaned against the frame, supporting himself.
âCan I help you?â He slurred.
âUh, Iâm not sure if we have the right address, but does Roxy live here?â Max enquired, before mentioning Roxyâs full name.
âRoxy?â The man scoffed. âShe isnât here.â
The girls turned to each other before facing the drunken man, as Chrissy asked, âYou mean, sheâs not home orâŚâ
âHome? Ha!â The man exclaimed. âThat little harlot hasnât been here for a long time. Now leave me be!â
After the man slammed the door in their faces, the girls stepped back and turned around, as Max sarcastically said, âWhat a charmer. So, what do we do now?â
âI donât know,â Chrissy replied, before mentioning that they may have no choice but go to your place and ask your parents if they know Roxyâs whereabouts.
âExcuse me?â A female voice spoke. The girls turned to find a woman in a nurse uniform approaching them. âDid you say that you were looking for Roxy?â
âYes, we are,â Chrissy replied. âDo you know where we can find her?â
âAs a matter of fact, I do. Sheâs living with her grandparents. Iâm actually heading there now to take care of her grandfather. I can you take you there, if you want.â
Before the girls could respond, they heard a door swing open. The carer groaned, âHere we go again.â
They turned around to find Roxyâs father throwing numerous items out of the door, as he shouted out to the carer, âHey Shelia, next time you see my old man, give these back to that whore!â
Max and Chrissy stared in disgust as Shelia shook her head, about to say something when he slammed the door shut again.
Shelia sighed, as she picked up some clothes from the lawn.
Chrissy and Max, who had found a couple of pieces of paper before stuffing them in her pocket, helped pick up the remainder of the stuff, as Shelia thanked them, before walking to her car.
âYou can put them in the box in the boot,â she told them.
âDoes he always throw her stuff out every time he sees you?â Chrissy asked.
âIâm afraid so,â Shelia replied.
âWhat a piece of shit,â Max muttered.
After putting everything in the box, Shelia told them, âListen, my offer still stands. If you two want me to drive you to see Roxy, I can take you now.â
The girls exchanged glances before deciding to go with her.
After finally getting fuel for his car, Steve and Nancy left the Wheelerâs residence, before heading to the location of where his car was found.
As soon as Nancy parked her car, Steve jumped out of his vehicle, trying to find anything that could help track you.
âSteve, wait,â Nancy called out, as she got out of her car, while Steve quickly followed footprints through the woods.
âPlease be close by,â Steve muttered. âPlease be close by.â
He continued to follow the tracks until he got to the edge of the lake.
He stopped, and turned his head, seeking for more tracks and any boats near the lake. However, he had no luck.
âShit!â He growled, as he scratched the back of his head.
âShe might not have gone far,â Nancy spoke. âSomeone mustâve seen her-â
âDo you see anyone else here, Nancy?!â Steve shouted. âWhere else would she go?! You donât understand-!â
âI donât understand?â
Steveâs face softened, seeing Nancyâs angry expression, as she continued, âOf course I understand, Steve! Have you forgotten about what it was like for me when Barb went missing before she was killed?!â
Steve slowly approached her, as he softly spoke, âNanceâŚâ
âLetâs just keep looking,â Nancy retorted, before storming off in one direction, leaving a remorseful Steve behind.
Meanwhile on the other side of town, Shelia had pulled her car in front of a bungalow. As the girls got out, Chrissy asked the carer, who had grabbed Roxyâs belongings, with both girls helping her, âDo you think Roxy will be in?â
âWell, every time Iâve been to visit, sheâs always been there,â Shelia recalled, as they walked up the pathway to the bungalow. âEspecially as sheâs got her baby to look after. She doesnât like shifting her responsibilities to her grandparents.â
Chrissy and Max exchanged confused glances, wondering if it was the same Roxy they were seeking, as Max asked, âBaby?â
As Shelia knocked on the door, Max asked if you had mentioned to Chrissy about Roxy having a baby.
âItâs the first time Iâve heard about it,â Chrissy replied. âShe wouldâve said if she knew already.â
Suddenly, the door swung open, as an elderly woman stood in the doorway, and happily greeted the nurse. âShelia.â
As the woman hugged her, Shelia said, âHello Eunice. Howâs Ronald today?â
âHe was a little bit achy earlier, but Roxy helped him with his exercises, so heâs a little bit better.â
As she stepped back, Eunice told Shelia to come inside when she noticed that Chrissy and Max were standing outside. She smiled, as she greeted them, âOh, hello dears. Can I help with something?â
âWeâre here to see Roxy,â Chrissy replied, as Shelia went inside the bungalow. âIs she here?
âYes, she is. Is she expecting you? She didnât say anything about having visitors.â
âWell, we only met recently,â Max fibbed. âWe were outside her Dadâs when Shelia mentioned that she was here. We thought that we could hang out with her today. That is, if sheâs not busy.â
âWell, if youâre her friends, then Iâm sure sheâll be happy to see you. Come on in.â
Eunice took them through the hallway, as she told them, âShe and her grandfather in the backyard with her son.â
As they stepped into the back garden, Max and Chrissy noticed Roxy picking up a boy, no older than three months, from her grandfather who was in his wheelchair.
âThere we go,â Roxy said, as she held her son, while Shelia pushed the wheelchair, heading back inside when Roxy saw her grandmother with the two girls. She instantly recognised Chrissy, but didnât know Max. When she noticed the diary in Chrissyâs hand, she started to worry.
âHoney, these sweet girls are here to see you,â her grandmother informed her, before offering Max and Chrissy a drink.
âTheyâre not staying,â Roxy interjected in a panicking tone.
âRoxy,â Eunice began to sternly say. âThereâs no need to be rude.â
Before Roxy could say anything else, Max explained, âWeâre not staying long. We just need a moment of your time for five, ten minutes tops.â
Roxy turned to her grandmother, before shifting her attention back to Chrissy and Max. She then huffed, before telling them, âTen minutes.â
After she had put down her son in his crib, Roxy sat down on the couch, opposite the two girls, when Max asked, âWhatâs his name?â
âLook, just what you gotta say, and then leave,â Roxy coldly retorted.
There was a brief silence when Max began to calmly speak, âWe just wanna ask-â
âDid you do it?â Chrissy abruptly asked, as she lifted up the diary. âDid you write all of this about Eddie Munson and framed my best friend?â
Roxy crossed her arms, as she denied, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Chrissy scoffed, âBullshit.â
âHey!â Roxy shushed her. âThereâs a baby here, so mind your language.â
The girls turned to look at the boy sleeping, before turning to face each other.
Chrissy exhaled, before calmly telling her. âLook, Iâve seen your handwriting in her sisterâs yearbook. It had identical spelling mistakes like in this diary. Can you explain that?â
âThat doesnât prove anything.â
Chrissy was about to speak again when Max asked, âWell, what about the sick note?â
Chrissy turned to her with confusion, while Roxyâs eyes widened, as she had let out a nervous laugh before she hesitated, âSick note? W-What sick note?â
Max pulled out a couple pieces of paper from her pocket, one revealing a scribbled handwriting for an old sick note, and the other revealing an I.O.U from Roxyâs father with similar handwriting.
âThis was amongst your stuff which your dad threw out when we went to find you earlier,â Max explained. âCare to explain?â
A worried Roxy avoided eye contact with both girls, as Max said, âPretty good forgeryâŚshame that some of the words arenât spelled correctly.â
Chrissy looked at Max with astonishment, as the younger teenager asked, âSo, why did you forge her handwriting in the diary?â
âIâŚIâŚâ Roxy stammered, before breaking down in tears.
Chrissy and Max exchanged glances, before shifting their attention to a distraught Roxy, who was drying her eyes, as she apologised, before blurting out, âI didnât want to, but she-â
Suddenly, her son started wailing, distressed by his motherâs change in mood.
âItâs okay honey,â Roxy softly said as she picked him up and held him, trying to calm him down when Chrissy asked if it was your sister who made Roxy write in the diary.
Instead of confirming, Roxy told them, âYou need to leave.â
âBut-â Chrissy began to speak when Roxy hissed, âNow!â
She then burst into tears, as she begged them, âPleaseâŚâ
Max stepped back, as she pulled a disappointed Chrissy, telling her, âCome on, Chrissy.â
The girls were about to leave when Chrissy turned around and said tearfully, âI donât know what kind of hold she has on you, but all I know is that her sister and my best friend is still missing, and youâre both at fault for it. Actions have consequences, remember that.â
Chrissy sniffled, as Max put her arm around her, softly telling her, âCome on.â
As soon as they left, Roxy held her little boy close, as she sat back down on the couch, sobbing, unaware that her grandmother heard everything.
Max and Chrissy stepped out of the bungalow and started walking down the path. âShe kinda admitted to writing it,â Max assured.
âBut itâs still not enough,â Chrissy sniffled, worried that you might not get any justice.
âExcuse me.â
The girls stopped and turned to find Eunice standing in the doorway. At first, they thought she was going to scold them for upsetting her granddaughter. However, she sweetly smiled, as she asked, âWhy donât you come back inside? Thereâs something you need to know.â
The girls glanced at her in confusion when Roxy stepped out, as her grandmother held her hand.
After a long investigation with no success, Steve and Nancy headed back to their cars. As Nancy got in her car, she was about to close her door when Steve called out to her, âNancy?â
She turned her head, as he approached her. She silently looked up at him, as he began to apologise, âLook, Iâm sorry about earlier. I shouldnât have taken it out on you.â
Nancy deeply exhaled, before telling him, âItâs okay, Steve-â
âNo, no. Itâs not okay. I shouldâve been more empathetic. I justâŚI just canât help but think of the worst.â
Nancy sympathetically gazed at him when Steve pinched his nose as he turned around and headed back to his car.
Nancy called out his name when Steve ignored her, as he got into his car. His first thought was to contact Dustin about the situation. He suddenly remembered that there was a spare supercom which Dustin left previously in the glove compartment. He opened it up to reach for it when he realised that it was gone.
âWhat? No wayâŚâ
He continued to rummage through the compartment when Nancy approached him.
âListen, Steve. IâŚâ
âItâs gone,â Steve muttered. âShe mustâve taken it.â
âWhat?â
Steve revealed that the spare supercom was missing.
âAre you sure that Dustin didnât take it?â Nancy asked.
Instead of answering her, Steve started the car and drove off, leaving Nancy to get in her own car and follow him.
A few moments later in the hospital, Dustin and Lucas were walking through the hallway, on their way to see Eddie. They were about to approach the door when Dustin heard his supercom going off in his bag. âDustin, this is Mike, do you copy? Over.â He heard Mike say, as he quickly rummaged through his rucksack.
âPick up, you little butthead!â He heard Steve yell.
âGet your hands off it,â Mike scolded Steve.
âGuys, seriously,â Nancy scolded from the other end, as Dustin finally got it out.
âWhat is it?â
Nancy asked him if he took the spare supercom from Steveâs car.
âNo,â Dustin replied. âWhy do you ask?â
Steve then told him to try to call it, in case you had it.
âGive me a sec,â Dustin responded, before he changed the frequency, attempting to contact you. ââŚdo you copy? Over.â
However, there was no response. He and Lucas tried again several times, before realising that you mightâve switched it off or the battery had died.
Dustin sighed, as he reverted back to Mikeâs frequency, before confirming that you were not responding.
âWell, keep trying,â Steve told him.
Before the two boys could respond, he heard the door swing open. He turned to find Eddie, who was in his own clothes, storming out of his room. They immediately followed him, as Lucas asked, âEddie? Eddie, what are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like?â Eddie retorted. âIâm discharging myself.â
The two youngsters turned to each other, before catching up with Eddie.
âEddie, Eddie wait!â Dustin called out.
âIâve waited long enough. Iâm gonna find her myself.â
Dustin stammered, as Eddie exited the hospital. âYou canât be serious. Wayne will lose his shit if you leave-â
âYeah like I give a shit,â Eddie retorted, as he grabbed Dustinâs bike, before getting on it.
âHey! You canât take my bike,â Dustin scolded.
âIâll get it back to you,â Eddie replied, as he started pedalling.
âEddie! Eddie, come back here!â
Ignoring Dustin, Eddie continued to ride down the road, leaving the youngster to curse, âSon of a bitch!â
Lucas immediately took out his supercom, and contacted Mike, âMike! Weâve got another problem. Eddieâs gone to find her.â
âAnd he stole my bike!â Dustin retorted before hearing a gruffly voice asked, âEddieâs gone where?â
The boys turned to find Wayne standing in front of them.
Meanwhile in the bungalow, Max and Chrissy silently sat on the couch opposite Eunice and Roxy, who held her son close. âTell them the truth, dear,â Eunice softly told Roxy. âWhatever happens next, your grandfather and I will give you support.â
Roxy turned her grandmother, before shifting her attention to the girls. She took deep breaths before revealing that, not only did she forged your handwriting, but your sister had made her do it.
âI didnât want to,â Roxy sniffled. âBut I had no choice. If I didnât, she would tell my ex boyfriend who Shaunâs real father is.â
Max and Chrissy gazed at a grizzly Shaun, as Roxy tried to calm him down, as well as herself.
Eunice placed her hand on Roxyâs shoulder, encouraging her to tell them more.
Roxy exhaled, before confessing that a year ago, she had a fight with her ex boyfriend after she had found out that he and your sister hooked up while he was still with her.
âI got angry, and I wanted to get back at her,â Roxy revealed . âSo, I.. I slept with this guy she was seeing at the time. She caught us, and got pissed off. She told the dean that Iâve been writing papers for some people in campus in exchange for cash, which led me getting expelled.â
She had let out a small chuckle, before confessing, âShe got her karma though. Without me helping her, she got caught cheating on an exam, getting herself kicked out of college.â
Max and Chrissy glanced at each other with confusion, before Chrissy asked âKicked out? I thought she dropped out.â
âWell, thatâs what she told her parents. Iâm guessing they still donât know.â
âI donât get it,â Max spoke. âWhy would you still hang around with her after what happened between you two?â
Roxy sighed, before explaining, âIf it werenât for the fact that we share a mutual friend in Diana, I wouldnât be hanging with her. Sadly, wherever I go with Diana, she would tag along.â
She then revealed that your sister wanted to ruin your friendship with Eddie for revenge. So, she made her forge your handwriting, making out that you were the one who wrote the entries.
âI guess my dyslexia gave it away,â Roxy had let out a small chuckle, before admitting that she was surprised that your sister didnât catch on sooner. âMind you, she was always a self absorbed bit-.â
âRoxy,â Eunice interjected.
âSorry,â Roxy apologised, before Chrissy asked why your sister wanted revenge against you.
Roxy sighed, as she shrugged her shoulders, before telling her, âI donât know. Probably jealousy as her sister have their parentsâ attention. I wish I could tell you more, but-â
Roxy stopped , as she heard the door knock.
The four of them turned to find Shelia standing in the doorway, before she spoke, âSorry to interrupt, but Ronald wanted to stop the physio session for today. He said that heâs getting tired.â
âThank you for letting us know,â Eunice replied.
âNo problem. Iâll be back later to give him his medication.â
Shelia turned to Max and Chrissy, and asked if they needed a ride back.
âYeah, thanks. Could you drop us off at Family Video please?â Chrissy asked.
âSure, Iâll need to get some supplies in town anyway.â
Chrissy thanked her, as they both got up and began to leave when Roxy spoke up. âI really am sorry for all of this. If I knew what the repercussions were going to be, I wouldâve told my ex the truth sooner. I take it that Munsonâs still in the hospital?â
âYeah, apparently heâs gonna be discharged soon,â Max replied. âWhy?â
âI wanna tell him that it was me who wrote it,â Roxy said, before telling them that she owed you that.
Chrissy gave her a small smile, before thanking her, when suddenly, she and Max heard Nancyâs voice on the supercom, âGuys? Are you there? Iâm heading to Roxyâs house, can you let me know where you are?â
Max took out the supercom, before responding, âWeâre on the other side of town. Can you meet us at Family Video? Weâll explain everything when we get back. Is Steve still with you?â
âHeâs gone to find Eddie.â
Chrissy took the supercom from Max, before asking, âWhy? I thought he was recovering.â
Nancy revealed that Eddie might be trying to find you.
At the Wheelerâs house, Mike was on the phone in the basement when Nancy came downstairs. She announced, âI have to meet Max and ChrissyâŚwhat are you doing?â
âWhat does look like?â Mike retorted. âIâm trying to call the Byers. I need to talk to El.â
Nancy sighed, before telling him, âLook Mike, I know you said that El got her powers back, but how can you be sure that she can help you find her? Sheâs never met her.â
What Nancy and Mike were unaware of was that Eleven was already in the void, listening to themâŚ
âI know, and Iâm not gonna force her to find her,â Mike told Nancy, as Eleven slowly approached them. âI just donât know what else I do.â
While the siblings were debating on whether or not Eleven should find her, she turned to find a framed photo of him with the Hellfire club. It was the same photo that Mike showed her and Will when he came to visit during spring break. He had mentioned everyone in the picture to them including you.
Eleven turned to the siblings, before leaving the voidâŚ.
In California, Eleven had removed the blindfold from her eyes, and wiped her bloodied nose, letting herself rest for a moment, before she had the image of the Hellfire members in her head, as she tried to remember your face. She was about to put the blindfold back on when she heard a knock, before hearing Willâs voice, âEl? Jonathanâs making lunch, do you-?â
Eleven turned to find Will going into her room, as he stopped talking.
âEl? El, what are you doing?â He asked as he knelt down beside her.
âI wanted to talk to Mike, but Joyce was on the phone, so I decided to check on him,â Eleven explained, before telling him that he and the others were still looking for you.
âEl, you only got your powers back not so long ago. You should take it easy.â
Disobeying Will, Eleven wrapped the blindfold around her face, as she searched for youâŚ
In the void, Eleven was walking towards a couch. As she moved closer, she realised that you were napping.
Eleven knelt down in front of you, as you mumbled in your sleep. âNoâŚnoâŚâ
Eleven slowly moved her hand and placed it on your shoulder, causing you to jolt, as pieces of visions came to ElevenâŚ
Broken down carâŚwaterâŚlake houseâŚ
The images repeated before they vanished, as you quickly moved awayâŚ
âEl? Eleven?!â
Eleven left the void, as she heard someone call for her. As soon as she took off the blindfold, she turned to Will, who had brought Hopper to see her.
âEl?â Hopper began to ask. âWhy are-?â
âI think I know where she might be,â Eleven interrupted.
Before Hopper and Will could say anything, Eleven ran out of her room, heading to the dining room where Joyce was sitting, making calls.
As soon as Joyce hung up and placed the cordless phone on the table, she heard quick footsteps, causing her to turn her head when Eleven ran up to her and grabbed the phone.
âElâŚ?â Joyce began to speak, as Will and Hopper caught up Eleven.
âWhatâs going on?â Jonathan asked.
As soon as Eleven finished dialling the Wheelerâs number, she waited for an answer, as Will explained what Eleven had seen.
âWheelerâs residence,â Mike answered.
âMike?â Eleven spoke.
âEl! I tried calling-â
âYour missing friend⌠I think I know where she might be.â
Meanwhile in Hawkins, Eddie had finally reached your house. As soon as he got off the bike, he ran up to the door, about to knock on it when he heard a honk. He turned to find Steveâs car pulling up to the driveway.
âHey!â Steve called out, before getting out of his car. He marched towards Eddie, as he told him, âAre you nuts? You should be resting.â
âSpare me the lecture, Harrington,â Eddie retorted.
âIf you think that sheâll be back here, youâre wrong. Or are you here to see your stuck up girlfriend?â
âSheâs not my girlfriend!â Eddie growled, which confused Steve. He was about to explain why he was outside your house when the front door swung open, as they heard a female voice shriek, âFor fuckâs sake! Iâm trying to get ready for a party-ohâŚâ
The boys turned to find your sister standing in the doorway, in her dressing gown with a mud mask on her face. She quickly pulled a fake smile, before greeting Eddie with a baby voice, âHey baby!â
Eddie felt his skin crawl, as he heard her speak. Jesus Christ, was her voice always annoying? He thought to himself.
She quickly grasped her gown, covering her chest, as she giggled, âI didnât know that you were gonna be discharged today. I was just getting ready to come and see you.â
âWas that before or after the party?â Eddie coldly asked, before barging through the door, almost knocking your sister out of the way. She gasped, as she watched Eddie run up the stairs when Steve slid past her, as he apologised, following Eddie, who was searching your room.
âEddie, what are you doing?â Steve asked, as he watched Eddie going through your drawers and closet, while your sister yelled from downstairs for barging into the house.
âWhat does it look like?â Eddie retorted. âIâm looking something, anything that might lead us to her.â
Steve sighed, before telling him, âLook, Eddie man. I donât know how to say this, butâŚwe, Nancy and I think that-â
âDID YOU NOT HEAR ME?!â Your sister shrieked, as she stomped up the stairs, and barged into your room. âYOU CANâT JUST STORM IN HERE-â
âRecognise this?!â Eddie interrupted, as he pulled out your diary, which made your sisterâs eyes widen, and Steve confused.
Your sister scoffed, before speaking, âWhat are you-?â
âItâs your little sisterâs diary. Her actual diary, and not that fake bullshit one you showed me.â
Your sister had let out a nervous giggle, before asking, as she pointed to the diary, âHow can you be sure thatâs even hers? Are you sure that it doesnât belong to that Cunningham girl?â
Eddie smirked, as he pulled out your letter, before telling her, âThis was left in the diary, which she left for me in my room.â
âWait,â Steve interjected. âShe was there?â
Eddie handed him the letter, which Steve immediately read, feeling heartbroken reading about how no one was on your side, before your sister snatched it from his hands.
âHey!â Steve exclaimed, as Eddie continued to search through your room when your sister snickered, before mockingly reading aloud, âI cannot stay somewhere where Iâm not welcome nor can I be somewhere where no oneâs on my sideâŚâ
She then started fake crying for a few seconds, before letting out a laugh, which made both boys angry. âGod, sheâs so dramatic,â she commented.
Eddie growled, as he turned around and marched towards her, before getting stopped by Steve, âEddie, cool it,â he told him.
âItâs her fault that her own sisterâs missing!â Eddie retorted.
âWell, youâre no saint either,â your sister replied. âYouâre the one who jumped into conclusions.â
âShut up.â
â Youâre the one who decided to jump into bed with me-â
âI said shut up!â Eddie moved closer to your sister, as his eyes darkened.
âEddie, enough!â Steve pulled him back, before telling him, âI know youâre angry, but thisâŚâ He gestured between your sister and Eddie, as he continued. âThis wonât help us bring her home.â
âHow do you know that sheâs not home?â Your sister snidely asked. âFor all I know she might be hiding in the basement, or even in the Cunninghamâs basement, like the rat that she is-â
Eddie was about to scold her when an angry Steve growled, as he turned and pointed at her. âDonât you dare talk about her like that!â
âAwwâŚtouched a nerve, Stevie?â Your sister asked mockingly. âDidnât realise that you liked her in that way.â
Eddie faced Steve in confusion, wondering if he also had feelings for you.
âSheâs family to me,â Steve dismissed her claim. âAnd Iâm sure she feels that way about me too. At least Iâve treated her better than you do.â
âOh my heart bleeds,â your sister sarcastically said.
The two of them continued to argue, leaving Eddie to search for clues, as he placed the diary on the desk when he noticed some of items on it. A Corroded Coffin tape, a few Polaroids of him, Steve and Chrissy. He then scanned the desk to find a pair of goggles. He picked it up and realised that they belonged to Reefer Rick. As he gazed at it, he remembered when you went with him to see RickâŚ
Eddie sat on the couch, as he waited for Rick to come back with his supplies.
He got up and turned to the window, looking through it as he watched you dove into the lake, wearing the goggles Rick lent you, so you could swim while Eddie was doing his deal.
He didnât want to drag you into his deals, but you insisted on going, making sure that he attended the tutoring session afterwards.
âHere we are,â he heard Rick say, as he heard footsteps approaching. He turned to find Rick placing the bag on top of the table.
âGood old Mary Jane,â Rick commented, as he opened it.
As Eddie handed him the money, Rick said, âPleasure doing business with you, junior.â
Eddie thanked him, as he picked up the supplies, and the spare towel from Rick, before heading outside, as he called out to you, letting you know that he was ready to go.
You swam towards the lake house and jumped out of the lake, approaching him.
You lifted up the goggles to the top of your head, as Eddie handed you the towel to dry yourself off.
âThanks,â you said as you wrapped the towel around you, when Rick approached you both, asking how your swim was.
âDefinitely refreshing,â you chuckled, before you thanked him for lending you his goggles. You were about to hand them back to him when he insisted, âKeep them.â
You thanked him again, when he said, âYou know, I keep a spare key in the plant pot outside if you and Eddie wanted to come over anytime for a swim or something.â
Eddie was about to decline, not wanting you to get involved when you spoke up, happily accepting Rickâs offer.
âHow could you say that about your own sister?!â Steve yelled.
Your sister continued to bitch about you, while Eddieâs eyes widened as he realised where you might be. He grabbed your diary and swiftly turned and ran out of your bedroom, leaving your sister and Steve confused.
âEddie?â Steve called out, as he followed him down the stairs. âEddie, where are you going?â
âI know where she is,â Eddie replied, as ran out of the house and towards Steveâs car, opening it when a confused Steve stopped, as he asked, âHow did you-?â
Steve stopped, as he rummaged through his pockets, realising that Eddie had stolen his key.
âNot again!â He growled, as he ran towards his car, and got in front of it, telling him to get out of the car.
âNo! I need to find her!â Eddie bellowed.
âJesus Christ Eddie , just switch seats, and let me drive!â Steve elaborated.
Eddie reluctantly got out of driverâs seat and got in the passenger side, letting Steve drive when he saw Wayneâs truck driving nearby, before parking.
âOh shit,â Eddie exclaimed, fearing his uncleâs wrath when Lucas and Dustin came out of the passenger side. Dustin started marching towards him, as he pointed at him. âYou idiot! Are you nuts?!â
Eddie tried to answer, but Dustin continued to give the third degree for leaving the hospital prematurely, as he grabbed his bike, with Wayne and Lucas following him.
âGoing off like that! You couldâve passed out-â
âEasy, son,â Wayne interrupted, trying to calm the youngster.
He then turned to his nephew, as he lectured him, âHe has a point though, Eddie. What were you thinking? Your recovery could be delayed-â
âHey!â
They turned to find your sister standing in her dressing gown with most of the mud mask removed, as she asked Eddie, âAre you seriously going after her?â
âYeah, I am,â Eddie retorted. âLike I shouldâve done ages ago.â
As he got in the car, she marched towards him, threatening him, âIf you go after her, Iâll make your life a living hell.â
Eddie glared, as he retorted, âYou already did, when you ruined my relationship with her.â
Her mouth gaped, as he continued to speak, âOh, and the wayâŚâ
He then pointed at his cheek with his middle finger as he told her, âYou still got some right there.â
As she rubbed off the remaining mud, Eddie then flipped her off, which made her gasp.
âSee you in hell, succubus!â Eddie cackled while Steve started the car and drove off, leaving your sister seething.
âYouâll be sorry!â She yelled, as she threw her hands up. âNo one breaks up with me and gets away with-â
She then cried in pain, as Dustin pushed his bike, running the wheels over her feet, making them dirty.
âOops,â Dustin sarcastically said as Lucas stifled his laughter. Dustin continued to push his bike, before telling her, âI guess we wonât be seeing you at Hellfire again.â
Your sister growled, as she stomped towards him, about to hit him as Lucas warned Dustin to look out when Wayne grabbed her hand, stopping her.
âYoung lady, if you lay a hand on either boys or harm my nephew, you will be in big trouble with not only me,â Wayne sternly told her, whilst pointing to Dustin as he continued, âBut with their mothers.â
âYeah! My mom might look like a sweet lady,â Dustin retorted. âBut she would kill you if you even tried to hit me!â
Wayne immediately let go of her hand, and marched towards his truck. Dustin was about to get on his bike when Wayne told him to put it in the back of his truck, so they can both follow Eddie and Steve.
After putting the bike in the back, Wayne, Lucas and Dustin drove off, leaving your sister screaming.
As Wayne drove, he and the boys heard Mike via the supercom, âLucas, itâs Mike. El called.â
He then mentioned you might be at a lake house.
âLake house?â Dustin asked.
A few moments later, the older boys drove up to the lake house, before Steve parked the car, with an impatient Eddie immediately getting out of the car.
He then squatted down and lifted the flower pot to check if the key was there, only to find that it was missing.
âEddie, you do realise that Reefer Rick was incarcerated not so long ago,â Steve spoke. âAnd the cops mightâve seized everything including any spare keys-â
âOr she might have used it, and is inside,â Eddie retorted as he stood up, before peeking through the window to see any signs that you were in the lake house.
He was sure that you were inside, as he could faintly hear music playing in the background, specifically the Human Racing album by Nik Kershaw.
He continued to peek through, not noticing that Wayne, Lucas and Dustin had caught up with them.
âIs she there?â Dustin asked.
Steve was about to respond when Eddie heard a smash, prompting him to run around the back, with the three of them following him.
When they got to the back, they could see that you were just standing still, not reacting or even picking up the broken cup.
Steve wondered what was going on when Eddie, who realised what was wrong, cursed, âShit.â
He grabbed the handle to open the back door, only to find that the door was locked.
âNo no no, not again,â he mumbled, leaving his uncle, Dustin, Lucas and Steve confused, unaware of the horror that was approaching.
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Was doing warmups and zoned out, ended up doodling my pets, thought it was funny so I'm sharing because why not.
Oh psa tho, I am not endorsing or encouraging allowing prey animals around predator, that can and often does end really badly, this is clearly exaggerated and my doggo is trained to be okay around my rabbit.
#thought Id add that last bit in because I dont want little timmy to go grab his hamster and set it next to his dog#i would literally not be able to sleep at night if my stupid warm up doodle got a little guy injured#on a side not tho my dog is in way more danger here#rabbits are angry little guys#like super sweet until you tell them they need to go on a diet cause theyre getting chubby#or until you move literally anything they touched#or until you take that piece of plastic wrapper from them that you have no idea where they got#i do love him but hed absolutley fight her and my sweet doggo would lose horribly#like shes already has meds for anxiety#she would crumble#okay I have no idea what actual tags to put on this if any#doodle#i guess#dog#doggo#rabbit
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HI TUMBLRR itâs me
#I ate ramen just now it was soooo god I think ramen is just it just is better after 10pm#im right#ughhh ok that actually reminded me earlier my classmate was making an Asian people eat dogs joke like he put on this awful accent and he wa#all like âdog tastes so good with riceâ and then he did other stuff too#but what really made me upset is that someone who I thought was my friend found it really humorous! wow okay!#I know itâs not really a big deal but im still kind of sad like Iâve lost all my respect for you now#anddd they were my only friend in the class so now Iâm stuck there for the rest of the semester I guess . I mean Iâll still be nice to them#but I just donât think I can bring myself to like them anymore sorryyy . not really . but kind of#idk if Iâm overreacting . in elementary school though people would make jokes actually about me eating dog and it always made me really sad#but I never held it against them cause we were children#but now I feel like youâre old enough to know what youâre laughing at..#wow ok this really derived away from me being on tumblr and having just ate the worlds best ramen#well . not really I mean it was good but Iâm allergic to normal noodles and I need to eat rice noodles and theyâre not bad I just donât lik#them as much Lol#I feel like my actual posts say nothing but if anyone ever reads the tags they probably know everything about me..#I use tumblr to complain half the time loll and I used to post my drawings more but I havenât made any good drawings recentlyđđđBUT WAIT!#i have a comic Iâll post in October weâll see how far I am in it by thenâŚ#im like . halfway done with chapter oneeeee so maybe like Iâll post all of chapter one on hallowern.. how does that sound⌠cause actually#for those of you who donât know my story has ghosts in it#im like trying to keep it a little silly right now but the tone might shifftttt idk!!!!! weâll seeeeeeee cause actually I have NOT worked#out the entire plot.. just like. most of it.#but I keep having ideas like midway through ughhh itâs an endless cycle!!!!!#like Francis . she used to be a random character who shows up once but then I was like . wait no! anjali should have ghost friends! and tha#thatâs how Francis came to be#and actually today I kind of finalized her design^_^ albeit in my math notebook lol
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iâm sorry do you guys really think that women cant be misogynistic,,,,,,,,,,,,,
#ted lasso#babe#i think all of us even were a little misogynistic at some point in our lives because of what we were taught#the implication that jack being misogynistic in this episode is weird considering that the himbos werenât#sis the team was very clearly divided on the issue#it wasnât that all the boys were so pure and good#it was that only some of the boys understood that the pictures need to be deleted#and the fact that jack didnât understand that the leak is not on keeley#is i believe a class thing#have yâall been on twitter do you have any idea how many women react this way to such leaks#i really think tumblr needs to stop putting women on this pedestal as if they can do no wrong#like iâm sorry but women are also very much human and also very much prone to misogynistic tendencies#it may not be to the same degree as men but it very much is true#i donât even think that ted lasso is very good this season#iâm just very sick of this mindset that if a woman is portrayed to fuck up on tv then thatâs just not okay#women are also allowed to fuck uo actually they canât help it they are also very much human#ted lasso spoilers#in the tags#jack danvers#keeley jones
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went driving again; thought about story again
there are so. so so so many different routes this could take. so many different emotional paths.
i like where the current line of thought is taking it (though We'll See what i end up going with); amity typically spends a lot of time pretending like she doesn't notice ulterior motives, and not calling attention to when she knows someone is lying to her. she just. puts up with it cheerfully.
but with this line of thinking she gets to be... direct. in a way she normally takes great pains not to be.
"hey. i don't like that. you can lie to me about anything else, but not about this. not about how i look. if you're asking this of me, i need to know why -- truly why. i know you aren't dazzled by my beauty and i'm not going to accept that as an answer. what do you really want?"
and astarion doesn't know!!!! he knows jack shit about what he wants!!!! protection, yes, but does he WANT what it takes to get there?? does he WANT the sex?? he doesn't want to be interrogated like this, that's for sure, and he doesn't want to admit that this was a ruse, there's no way that won't backfire -- but what he does want? no clue!!
#amity tag#two people-pleasers -- who have taken on the role for very different reasons but who are nevertheless both quite practiced at it -- clash.#two 'i can be useful to you (let me be useful to you)' urges similarly crash against each other#and i sit and pick at them under my magnifying glass. hehehehehe. fucking fools.#this is why it takes so long to figure this out tho (aside from my time crunch which is very real)#they both put on masks + personas and try to elicit Good reponses the way they know how#and it's just not working and neither of them Know Themselves well enough to figure out what the fuck to do now!!!!#amity is being direct here but she also doesn't know what she wants BEYOND him dropping the compliments#does she want him to stop expressing any interest in her? does it feel okay as long as he's not crowing over her looks?#how does she ACTUALLY feel about this beyond being tired of pretty words??#she has NO IDEA!!!! this talk is all she can put into words. beyond that she just doesn't know!!#astarion#bg3 blogging
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kiss it better
in which spencer notices your bruised knees and tries to make it up to you
18+ (fluff, allusions to past intimacy) warnings/tags: gn!reader i believe, reader has bruised knees lol, guess why, implied intimacy, hurt/comfort, sorta implied d/s dynamics maybe?? spencer is so smart and not very smart, but forever my no. 1 cutie pie a/n: why do i love writing about smut like before and after smut way more than i actually like writing smut LOL anyways here is this cause i haven't been posting very much!!! (also ik I said I don't like babe as a pet name but shhh) and GIF :D
âHey,â you grunt as you flop on the bed in your pajamas, rumpling the neat covers. âPay attention to me.â
Spencer holds his Sudoku off to the side and watches, eyebrows raised, as you scoot closer, tossing your leg over him. Soon heâs abandoning the book and pen on the bedside table in favor of hooking his fingers under your knee and stroking your leg, much to your delight.Â
âOkay. What kind of attention would you like?â
You allow him to put his other arm around you and settle your cheek on his shoulder.Â
âThis is pretty good.â
âOh, good,â he says with only a hint of teasing, leaning down slightly to kiss your lips and then the tip of your nose.Â
When he pulls away you canât help smiling up at him like a lovestruck idiot. Obviously heâs perfect all the time, but in his glasses, with his hair messy, wearing a navy crewneck instead of a button up and tie⌠heâs just⌠heâs just soâŚ
Heâs just so alarmed?
âHoney, your knee.â
âMy knee?â Your own brows furrow and you track his eye line, craning your neck to look down to the blotchy sprawl of purple and red marring your skin. âOh.â
The pillow is soft under your head where it falls, unconcerned even as Spencer gawps at you, baffled by your nonchalance.Â
âWhat did you do?â
You snort.Â
âWhat did you do, Spencer?â
Itâs cute, the way his lips move as he silently repeats the sentence, trying to discern the meaning of your words.Â
âWhat do you mean? I did something?â
âBabe.â
The knot between his brows has not loosened anyâin fact youâre worried heâs going to give himself a headache. Or at least make himself dizzy, with the way his eyes cycle between your own. You try again, covering his anxious hand on the bend of your leg with your own.Â
âWhen we got back from Penelopeâs thing, the other night?â
Slowly the understanding seeps into his expressionâsoft guilt in his eyes, and a deep red stain in his cheeks. At least his face relaxes.Â
âOh.â
God, heâs so cute. He canât hold eye contact, looking down once the shock of embarrassment has faded and swallowing, a little frown twisting his features once more. You reach up, brushing his cheek with a thumb and adjusting his glasses.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
The question comes out too smiley, but you canât help it.Â
âI hurt you,â he says, quietly, utterly ashamed. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to.â
âI kinda think you did,â you tease, and Spencer says your name with a serious edge. You try to quit grinning so much. âBaby, itâs fine. You didnât hurt me. Donât you ever get mysterious bruises?â
His eyes are wide and honest on yours when he meets them again.Â
âNo. My iron levels are optimal.â
Naturally.Â
âOkay, well, lots of people do. Sometimes I get a bruise and I have no idea what itâs from because it never hurt. These,â you look down, gesturing to your knee, ânever hurt. Itâs just what happens when your knees hit the floor.â
âWell you shouldnât have been on the floor,â he scolds, countering with a sweet touch on your cheek. âIâm never letting you touch the floor ever again.â
Your shit-eating grin is back and better than ever. âOh, so youâre going to carry me everywhere we go?â
âIf thatâs what it takes. I donât like seeing you bruised up.â
âItâs okay. I bruised myself doing something I love.â
At this Spencer rolls his eyes and kisses you once more before gently pushing your leg away and getting out of bed.Â
âWhere are you going?â You ask, all smugness gone and more concerned than you ought to be as he flicks the bathroom light on. For a moment you receive no answer, but then he reappears bearing a white tube.Â
âGive me your legs,â he says, sitting next to you on the bed. You swing your legs over his lap and watch on in mild interest as he dispenses lotion from the bottle and tosses it aside, carefully rubbing it into the bruised skin. Every few seconds he glances up to gauge your reaction, and though itâs definitely tender, you avoid wincing. âYou donât have to do that. I can tell it hurts.â
You laugh.Â
âYeah, well, it didnât until you started trying to fix it.â The ointment is pungent and you make a face. âWhat are you rubbing all over me?â
âThis is vitamin K and Arnica. It will make the bruises go away faster.â
âAw. You donât think theyâre pretty on me?â
He sets the bottle on the nightstand and retrieves the pen heâd been doing Sudoku with earlier, uncapping it. Your heart swells as he draws tiny sad faces by the bruises on your knees, glasses slipping down his nose as he focuses intently.Â
âI always think youâre pretty. I just never want you to be hurt, ever.â
âAre you done taking care of me now?â You ask, reaching out for him. The pen joins the bottle and suddenly he has no concern for your bodily health, practically crushing you with a hug. When he speaks itâs muffled by your shoulder.Â
âNever.â
You hum, nose tickled in his hair and forming a dastardly plan.Â
âYou could kiss them better.â
Spencer laughs and presses his lips briefly to your neck.Â
âI might just do that.â
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Not Now (PT. 2)
[Platonic! Yandere! Neglectful Batfam Ă Gender Neutral! Sibling Reader]
[Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Mild General Yandere(ish) Behavior, Arguing, Awkward Tension(?), No One is Having a Good Time, Angst, Implied Past Injuries (To Reader)]
(When I say arguing I do mean it this time. Might be a bit more OOC? Dick is living up to his nickname. This is longer than the first part, just fyi - and by a good 4k or so words. Again, take your time and remember to take breaks!)
Didn't tag anyone on this post since both this part and the first are posted back to back :] Regardless, enjoy!
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3 (PT. 1). [Series Masterlist]
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"I⌠I just don't think it's a good idea. It doesn't feel right, and- and IâŚ" You couldn't think of much else to say. All the reasons you had felt too personal, and you didn't feel comfortable telling Dick any of them. Not out here, and certainly not while he was in the suit. Though even if he wasn't, you weren't sure that it'd make you any more willing to tell him anything.Â
After all, you wouldn't even share the date of your birthday if he asked now, with or without the suit.
"Yeah, but why? It doesn't make sense to not go to either place just because you have a âbad feelingâ or anything. Even then, you'll be safe, and that's what really matters." That didn't feel like it was the case. Your safety doesn't feel like a priority over him just being able to keep an eye on you, and being able to pull anything he wants to without any prying eyes.
Though it was with that thought, did you wonder when you began to see Dick as someone so untrustworthy that you considered him to be on the same level as a thug out on the streets. Just far more dangerous and capable.
"Look, I just-" You sigh harshly, looking back at Dick as the fire in your chest rose, building up as it poked at your ribs and flesh. Begging for more air, more room to grow. "I'm going to the park. If you're not coming then that's fine by me, and if you're not okay with that, then there's nothing I can do about it." You state, looking forward as you pick up your pace.Â
Dick fumbles over his words before he hurriedly matches your pace, "Wait! Let's try and think this over-"
"Why? Even if we're out in the open, you're still a vigilante. If you can defend and look after an entire city, then surely you can protect one person, right? Not to mention that I can take care of myself." You huff, still keeping your eyes forward even as they narrow. You add, "Besides, again- not many people are out tonight. And if anything- seem to be rushing home, because of whatever is going on. We'll be fine."
"Sure. Yeah. I can handle it- but wouldn't it be smarter to just be inside anyway? That way it's less likely for anything to happen. You have to think rationally-" You swiftly cut Dick off again, really trying to put your foot down and stand your ground here.
"I am thinking rationally. You're a skilled vigilante that's been trained under Batman, and have only improved in skill and technique over the years. If anything goes wrong, and I can't handle it, you can. Not to mention that you have a way to contact the others if things really do go sideways, and you're in the suit. I didn't think I needed to say anything else." You sigh, lightly scratching the cup in your hands with your nail.
"Also, if you haven't noticed, even criminals and thugs are running home. It's like some kind of quarantine or lock down is going on. Some random person eavesdropping on us doesn't seem like it'll be a problem. Let alone with all of the noises that seem to be 'persuading' people to go home."
Dick could only sigh himself before saying, "Alright- okay. Fine. But like you said, I'm still in the suit."
"And?"
"And someone could see, and think that you're a close tie to me or something. You could be put in more danger."
"Are you actually worried about that now? You've been walking beside me this entire time when you didn't have to, and it's only now that you're worried about me being seen with you in the suit?"
"How else are we supposed to have this conversation? And I'm sorry for being worried about your safety, and well-being in the future for being seen with me." You could practically hear the eye-roll in Dick's voice despite knowing that he didn't actually do it. When did he get so sarcastic?
"That's not the issue, and you know that. We could've figured out some other way to have this talk, and you didn't have to walk beside me this entire time." You shot him a glance, causing Dick to sigh again.
"What if something happened while I was up top, and I couldn't react fast enough because I wasn't next to you? Someone could've tried something if I wasn't there, especially because you'd appear to be by yourself."
"So⌠remind me again, who's the paranoid one?"
"Y/n, I'm being serious." Dick states.
"I know. I'm being serious too, and I'm just saying that it's kind of ridiculous to be worrying about that now when it's already been a few minutes." You huff, "And I don't know what you expect me to do about it. I'm not the one in the suit, y'know. Why don't you just go and change somewhere?"
Dick rubs his nose bridge, getting annoyed but not trying to show it as he says, "Fine. I can do that, but at least come with me." He looks at you expectantly as his hand drops from his face. You couldn't help but raise a brow at his words.
"Why?"
"So that I can keep an eye on you� And if anything happens while I'm changing- I'll be able to jump in and help much faster?" Dick said, confused. Talking as if he was stating the obvious, and maybe he was in a way, but you didn't see why he's so adamant about being close to you enough where he could easily protect you or reach you if needed.
"But wouldn't that kind of go against the point of you changing���?"
"What do you mean?"
"If I wait somewhere and Nightwing walks off, only for you-know-who to pop up after a little while, and we walk off together, wouldn't that be weird? Or at least hint at a certain something?" You point out, a little confused and surprised that you even had to explain this to Dick.
"C'mon, I won't be that obvious. And even then, no one will be able to figure it out."
"You say that like every other villain or wannabe in Gotham isn't some genius or anything. They're criminals and all that, but they aren't entirely stupid."
Dick sighs, though it came out more frustrated than he wouldâve liked as he ran a hand through his hair once again, "Still, I'd just like for you to at least be close by. I don't want anything to happen to you, and I want to be able to help out as soon and as quickly as I can if anything does." He explains, getting a little closer to you.
"Please, Y/n. Just come with me."
You shake your head, your shoulders feeling far too heavy, and the flame in your chest was much too hot for you to even think about it. You knew Dick wasn't happy about it when he gave you a little room, but still kept close. As if hoping you'd change your mind, despite already knowing the answer.
"I'll just head to the park, and wait a few minutes. I'm not defenseless and can handle myself for a while, and it's not my fault that I could be in more potential danger because someone thought it was a good idea to come see me, and follow me around while in their suit. You can figure it out, and live without me for a few minutes." You huff harshly, adding, "If you aren't there after that time? I'm leaving. That's all." Once again, you pick up your pace, only to be stopped by Dick as he rushes in front of you.
"Wait- hold on. Are you sure about this? I don't think it's a good idea- and how long exactly will you be waiting? Where are you going if you leave? Are you going back to the apartment? Are you going home?" You don't like how hopeful Dick looked when he asked you that last question, but you push your discomfort to the side, and stand your ground.
"I'm an adult, and I'm a L/n. I'm sure about this. You can think whatever you want, and like I said- I'll be waiting a few minutes. If you're not there by then, I'm going to leave." You narrow your eyes at Dick, piercing him with your gaze as you said, "I've made my choice and I'm sticking to it. If you're not happy about it, or don't agree, then you can leave and I'll go on with my night. I'll wait at the park, and that's that." You state one final time before making your way around Dick, and continuing to walk forward. Luckily, he didn't try to stop you again, and if anything â seemed to stop following you entirely.
All you heard was a low scoff from behind you, and the rush of wind.
When you glance back, Dick was gone, and it was only then did you realize how heavy the air felt. Releasing the breath you didn't know you had been holding, you clutch your chest. Your heart aches, and yet you manage to push on.
Tonight wasn't exactly going well for you, but that almost tipped you over the edge.
You were beginning to hate many things about tonight, along with Dick. It almost made you think that maybe you were lucky back when he hardly ever noticed or talked to you. It made things easier, after all, and of course now that you've had your longest conversation with him â things were only getting harder.
Every word he said made him seem bigger, or pushed you down as an attempt to make you smaller. His reasoning could go from making complete sense, to being outright idiotic and paranoid. With each action of his being either too small or way too much.Â
Dick, in that way, was too much.
You could chalk up some of your discomfort and nervousness to your lack of experience with Dick, and being around him. Of course some of his antics and habits would seem strange to you â since you were never able to see much of them, and those that you did notice were from a far, and never up close. You weren't able to experience them yourself, not until now. Though that almost made you grateful for all the times he turned you down or ignored you, seeing as now you could only see how much of a handful he is to deal with.Â
Maybe that could've changed if you were more familiar with him, but it was too late for that now. Even if you did wonder how this whole thing would've gone if you did know him. If you were more familiar with how Dick acted, and had actually managed to spend time with him. If Dick was more familiar with you, and how that'd change this whole situation⌠but, again, it was much too late for that. If he really wanted to know you, he would've taken one of the chances you gave him over the years, and yet he didn't. No one did. No one except for AlfredâŚ
You hope he's okay, at least.
Shaking your head, you push your thoughts to the side. There was no use thinking about 'what if's, not when such thoughts and possibilities kept you in the manor for so long. Not when your mind used them against you, and had you keep that pathetic hope you once desperately clung onto. You promised yourself you wouldn't do that anymore, and so you took a breath, and tried to stop them from coming in. They always slip by, but you try to ignore them. Especially since they caused you so much trouble that could have easily been avoided in the past.
You took a small sip of your coffee, only to pull it away and look at the cup strangely.Â
It was⌠bitter. More so than you remember, and it immediately struck you as odd. Since, Jessica always managed to make your coffee the exact same way every time, and even if she did make some mistakes here and there, the change was never this significant or noticeable. Not like it was now, with the taste lingering on your tongue, almost trying to further stain your taste buds and remain there for as long as possible. As if trying to permanently ingrain itself in your mouth.
You couldn't help but cringe a bit. Maybe getting coffee really was a bad idea after allâŚ
Sighing, you just continue on and brush the weird occurrence to the side. Whatever, you have enough things to deal with and worry about now. There wasn't much you could do about the coffee, and if anything, maybe that just went to further show how horrible your night is going thanks to Dick.Â
Though, you wouldn't push it that far, even if your opinion of him was definitely souring by the minute, but the thought was pretty funny to think about, at least.
The night felt calm for once, and itâs only now, with you by yourself, do you realize how much you needed this.
Sure, Gotham was potentially going to hell, and you might see Dick again in a few minutes, but you don't have to worry about that right now. Just here, in the streets, did you have⌠normal problems. Problems unrelated to a family you no longer wanted to involve yourself with, that also just so happened to be made up of vigilantes. Problems that didn't involve your musical career, and how your rise to fame was becoming both an inconvenience, and a bit of an issue. Problems that⌠just about everyone has dealt with one way or another.
Your coffee didn't taste quite right, you felt exhausted despite having only walked a bit, and your social battery was just about to hit its limit. The air was just a tad too cold for the clothes you were wearing, you had a strong desire to crawl into bed and sleep like you had nothing else to worry about, and really â besides yourself and making a few dumb mistakes, the only thing you really had to worry about here was getting mugged. Maybe even jumped, at a push.
Yet, such things got a light, airy laugh out of you. You felt so at ease by yourself, and during the most dangerous hours of the night, no less. Despite everything, you couldn't help but find a bit of humor in it, and such a little thing even made you feel better. That uncomfortable heat in your chest dying down, and almost going away entirely as you cooled off.
As funny as it was, you felt safer and so much more at ease without the person that was so adamant about wanting to do all of these things, to protect you. How could you not laugh at the irony?
Suddenly, the bitter taste on your tongue didn't feel so bad anymore.
Walking along Gotham streets when it was so quiet still made you feel a bit uneasy, but for the time being you were able to find some small peace with it. After all, who knew when you'd get another breather like this? Especially with whatever business Dick had with you. Vigilante and hero work wasn't exactly known to be light and easy, after all.Â
So, you took this moment as it is. Finding odd little details in the night that helped you relax as much as you could before things continued.
Honestly, you didn't think you were ready for whatever Dick was about to talk about or mention, but you doubt any of it could surprise you. After all, in a city where a villain breaking out of the local prison or asylum every now and again during the week was normal, it was hard to be surprised by things related to such occurrences. Since, it even felt like someone was trying to blow up the place at least twice a month, and robberies were so common that it was a wonder that anyone had any fortune left to protect at all.
Though it did still make you curious about whatâs going on.Â
Obviously, it couldn't be any good, but it just seems too⌠quiet to be anyone that Gotham had already seen before. Seeing as the usual villains and whatnot always made some kind of mess, or made things as extravagant and entertaining as possible. Almost like a certain clown that loved to try and run circles around a certain bat.
Regardless of that, however, you were still more curious about why Dick â or any of the others, really â had bothered to seek you out at all. Sure, the first thing that came to mind was that they need you for something, rather that be for help or something else entirely, but that's only because it made the most sense to you. Why else would they try to find out where you live? You couldn't think of another reason. Though, again, maybe that was because they had ignored you for so long? Even then, you can't think of anything else.Â
Besides help and such, nothing else made any logical sense to you. There is no other reason. There couldn't be, and if there is â you couldn't think of it. They couldn't just be here for you. They almost weren't capable of it. You're sure, since they have made it very clear a long time ago. You were just too naive and blind to see it at first, but now you did, and you don't plan on becoming blind to that againâŚ
Nevertheless, you continue on your little path.
Now that Dick wasn't with you, your journey to the park was short, and much more peaceful and quiet. It was almost calm in an odd way, but you appreciated it all the same.
The park held that strange feeling of abandonment and emptiness that most of Gotham seemed to have tonight â thanks to whatever was going on â but you manage to ignore it for the most part. Making your way around the park, your pace was slower and your breath was a bit heavier. You felt like you were prolonging the inevitable, and such a feeling spawned so much dread that you almost choked on it. However, you manage, and instead try to find a good place to sit and wait for the time being.
Sure, it would be easy to leave and just go on with your night, but you did want to stay true to your word even if only a little. It's the least you could do, since this would be the last thing you'd ever do for any of them, anyway.Â
Besides, you were better than them in that way â following through with what you said, instead of saying a âmaybeâ that'll never come, or a ânext timeâ that'll never arrive. Always stuck to a tomorrow that was always just out of reach.
Your words held meaning, unlike theirs.
Moving on, you eventually found a good spot. It was closer to the center of the park, and the moon could be seen as clearly as it could be with all of the clouds passing by, and building up. The air had an odd moist and damp feeling to it, and it made you think that it might rain after all, seeing as you remember hearing something about it earlier in the day. Yet, that just gave you all the more reason to hope that this whole thing would be wrapped up soon. Though whether that happened with Dick not showing up, or him making good time and keeping things short and simple, you didn't care.
Even if you did hope that he just wouldn't show. For both his sake, and your own.
Settling down on a park bench off to the side of the path, you took a big breath, before letting it all out. You still don't have a good feeling about this, but you'd take all the little victories you could. Since, you managed to avoid going to the manor and clock tower by some miracle, and even got Dick to leave you alone for a little while. Even if a small part of yourself did wish that you had pissed him off enough for him to leave you alone, you wouldn't count on it. He seemed oddly stubborn about sticking around, or to at least keep you around him, and though it made you feel uncomfortable, it unfortunately meant that there was a chance that he'd actually show up again.
You'd pray if you had any faith left, but you don't. Not at the moment, and certainly not with that possibility hanging over your head, just waiting to drop and crush you under its weight. Though for now, you'd try to not think about it as you look around, taking in the dark scenery instead.
The darkness of the night shaded over the park in an ominous, beautiful way. With the trees looming over you, and their leaves providing more shade than necessary. As if trying to protect you from the moon's stare as much as they could. The clouds slowly crawled over the sky, waiting for the perfect opportunity to drop all they were carrying â and leave the burden for Gotham to hold. They covered what could be made out of the blank, pitch black void that was the night sky, with the moon trying its hardest to shine through. To take a glimpse of the chaos below, and judge you in its silence.
A loose breeze drifts by, causing you to shiver thanks to its added chill over the night's natural coolness. The sounds of nature were hardly audible, as if even the insects have been silenced by whatever is going on, and the only thing you could hear was that constant, sickening snapping and cracking of broken bones, and that popping from joints getting dislocated. Even if such noises were much fainter now, thanks to the spot you've chosen, they still managed to reach you here, and dominate all other noises that tried to make themselves known, with its echo.
You could only sympathize with their desperation to be heard, to be noticed â only for the violence to cover all of their efforts. Maybe you'd even pity them, but you already felt foolish over your emotions, and feeling sympathy over noises was silly enough. You have already made enough humorous and dumb choices tonight, so you'd at least try to not make another. Even if you bothering to actually wait here, instead of leaving right away, is dumb enough.
You don't know if it was hilarious or sad how many stupid choices youâre making in one night, and all because of the people you are trying to leave behind. People you were so sure would never bother to look for you or even give you a single thought, and yet here you are now. Waiting for one of them to show up â only because suddenly he couldn't leave you alone. Almost like he couldn't afford to, and now you couldn't help but debate over the humor and sadness of that.
Of course it had to be now, it had to be tonight, that one of them showed up - but you don't know what exactly you're expecting. After all, if one of them were to try and show their face to you despite everything, it would be at the worst time possible. It felt fitting in an odd way, so maybe it was only right that things went down like this. That life throw one of the biggest âfuck you's it could at you, during a time where you are trying to recover. To heal. To get better.
Of course he just had to show his face when you were done with him â with them, and their whole family. It had to be now, when you're trying to move on, did an effort have to be made. It couldn't be while you were in the manor - when you were trying to do the same.
⌠Maybe you should've let him bust open the door to your apartment after all, and just ran away while you still had the chance.Â
Yet, as if knowing you were thinking of walking away while he still wasn't around, Dick finally appeared and made himself known with a little whistle.
You turn your head and face him, his appearance almost making you laugh, but you didn't have it in you to do so. Much too exhausted and fatigued to even try, and your feelings were too mixed up to even consider the thought. Though you did have to admit, he did look a little funny.
Dick almost looked out of breath, but he still manages a smile when you turn to look at him. The clothes he wore looked strangely baggy, and you could've sworn that you saw the smallest glimpses of various price tags that were tucked away sloppily. Which made it look like he really was in a rush, and⌠well, you didn't know how to feel about that. Yet, in that same moment, you caught the tiniest bit of his suit right under the shirt he wore. Further âhintingâ at the fact that Dick had been in such a hurry that he didn't actually bother to change, and instead opted to cover up his suit.
His mask was off, at least, and for a moment you wondered where he put it until you noticed him subtly stuffing something in his pocket. Which is funny as it is concerning.
Dick wore an oversized coat that he left open, with a collar shirt underneath that had two of the buttons unbuttoned, along with sweatpants and shoes that didn't quite look his size. All in all, he looked like a mess, but Wayne's look good in everything for a reason, you suppose.
âMade it just in time! I told you I would, didn't I?â Dick chuckles, still holding onto the coffee you had given him earlier with one hand. The smile on his face quickly grew into a playful smirk, and you didn't know if you should find it weird or oddly scary how much closer he seems to be to the side of him you've only seen at a distance before. The side you have seen at galas or with his family, occasionally. A side you didn't have any personal experience with until now, and the dread you felt from before only grew at that.
âUm, no, you didn't-â You try to point out, only for him to cut you off.
âWell, it probably just slipped my mind, but I'm here now!â He muses, and you canât help but find his tone off putting considering how things ended off a few minutes ago. He both looks and sounds way too happy for someone who was so annoyed with you before.Â
âI didn't keep you waiting, did I?â Dick steps closer, making his way over to you casually. Not a single trace of his previous demeanor could be found.
You can't help but move a little further away, and bite your tongue. You hoped he would've, that he did, but unfortunately he did make good time. Since, from the moment you sat down, Dick appeared only a minute after, and had it not been for his messy outfit, you would've thought that he had planned this whole thing out â down to the very last second.
âNoâŚâ You drag on, looking away once again, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.
Yet, despite the implications of it, Dick couldn't help but find it⌠cute, in an odd way. Causing him to exhale softly, his smirk dying back down into a smile. Blue hues shining as they look down at you.
He moves to sit down on the bench â noticing a spot next to you, but deciding to sit beside you instead. Still remaining close, but not getting in your space entirely, since he felt like you both weren't at that point just yet. There was an armrest between the both of you, and he felt as if that'd be enough for now. Even if he did want to move closer, he decides that this was the least he could do for having been ignoring your discomfort and clear nervousness thus far.Â
While he still couldnât fully bring himself to acknowledge or accept it â since he still doesn't want to think about it â he at least wants to try and do this small thing for you.
Though, the space between you and him would never be big enough for you to be comfortable. Since just knowing he was around, and that you were in his space, already made you feel a certain way, but he didn't have to know that. Not that you would tell him, anyway.
Dick took this little opportunity to take a slow, long sip of his coffee. The drink not quite to his liking, but he wouldn't complain since you seem to like that little diner, and the last thing he wants is for your opinion of him to get worse, so he kept his mouth shut. Besides, it wasn't even that bad anyway, especially knowing that it came from a place that you enjoy going to.
Silence was quick to fall over the both of you again. Yet, this time, Dick didn't exactly have a problem with it.
Even if you weren't looking at him, he could still see that little twinkle in your eyes that the faint bits of moonlight were able to show and make clear. How your hair matched you just right, and the way you did it and took care of it completed your look even more. Along with how even the little things on your person said so much, yet so little, about who you are now. About who you have become after all this time.Â
A sense of endearment and sentimentality suddenly washes over Dick, and he can't help but feel as if it were just yesterday that you were introduced to the whole family. Though he still couldn't quite describe the look in your eyes then, as there was an unmistakable hint of excitement and unfounded joy that lingered when you first met them all. When you first met him.Â
You were such a little thing back then, and you have grown so much since. Dick still can't help but think about it even as he finally pulls the cup away from his lips, and sighs, content.
You were so small, and little. Your face round and youthful, hands soft and delicate - just like everything about you at the time. The world and the people in it were still so new to you, and you looked just about ready to explore it all. To see every little thing you could, and learn about everything that you found. âWonderâ was the first word he thought of when he saw you that day, and looked at your expression. It was full of that child wonderment.Â
Yet⌠look at you now. Grown, and significantly taller than you were before. Face matured and settled, but still did have a youthful look to it. He notes how your hands did seem to be a bit rougher, and instead of delicacy, he found a gentleness that was always there â but is more prominent now. That look of wonder gone, and now replaced with something more. Something complicated and complex in nature, and yet simple all the same. There's a sense of turmoil but⌠he couldn't look much deeper than that. He can't bring himself to.
Point is, you have clearly changed.Â
Sure, he noted how you looked different and everything before, but now that same conclusion felt different in a strange way. Though maybe that was because he wasn't only looking at you now, but seeing you as well.
Dick doesn't just see the change in your clothes, and how your voice has changed its tempo and volume, but some other things as well. Maybe that's because he's able to connect some things he's learned about you over the course of the entire day, back to you and how you showed yourself now. How those details presented themselves in your appearance and mannerisms.
Itâs a lot to take in, sure, but in this moment of silence - Dick found himself slowly absorbing all of this information, taking it all in and finding ways to love you through it. Even if the changes made a particular fact all the more clear â despite the time he has missed, he did genuinely love the person you have become. He does now, at least.Â
Despite everything he has done to you, or lack thereof, you have managed so much on your own. Despite him and the family not being around when they could've, when they should've, you managed to pave your own path and face all the challenges it brought by yourself - from what Dick could tell anyway. Even if he wasn't fully aware of all you have gone through in his absence, and he knew that as well â youâre still here. You're sitting beside him, looking at the scenery of the park, coffee cup in hand, and just⌠living in this moment with him.
Dick didn't know when such small things made him feel so happy or content, but in this moment, with you, it's like all he could feel was happy and put together, in a weird way. He doesn't know how to describe it, but now that he's here with you, in your space and presence, he feels⌠whole. Complete. Like all the missing pieces he didn't even notice were gone, all fell into place when you were around. With you here with him, he feels the happiest he's been in a long while, and he couldn't even begin to explain why.
He's only really known you for a day, but it already felt like he's spent a lifetime with you.
âHey⌠Y/n?â He spoke up, breaking the silence between the both of you, looking back at the coffee cup in his hands. âI just want to say that⌠I'm happy you're here, and that you let me see you.â He begins, slowly looking back at you, an easy but pleasant smile on his face. It was easily the most natural one he's shown you tonight, and his clear unannounced happiness, no matter how light, made the pit in your stomach grow deeper and wider.
Why is he looking at you like that? And why did it hurt to see it now? Why did it relight the fire in your chest, and make it burn - the flames barely tickling your chest from the inside? Why did you feel like this? What did you do to cause him to wear such a smile?
Why now? What was going on?
âI know we haven't talked much, or really hung out, but this⌠this is nice for what it's worth, and I'm happy that I get the chance to spend this time with you despite everything.â The small bits of moonlight shined in his eyes, almost making Dick appear better than he was. More friendly, charming, and brighter than you saw him as. You couldn't stand the sight. Your dread growing much too big for you to keep looking at him.
So, you look away. Hoping that Dick would get whatever kind of message you were trying to send - and yet, even if he saw it, he didn't bother to decipher it. Words tumbling out of his mouth before he could think them over, too deep in his own feelings to see yours. Though he doesn't seem to mind as he said the words that began to fill his heart, and let them out into the open air. The wind whisking them away, and shoving them into your ears.
âYou⌠mean a lot to me, and I know that, again, we havenât really done much together, or really spent the most time together either, but- you matter to me. Youâre important to me, and Iâm sorry that was never made clear before.â He blurts out, heart aching and swelling at his own words, but Dick just couldnât help himself. He feels like he needs to say something, to say this, and he doesn't want to have to wait any longer to say it. Even if you donât like him or saw him a certain way, he wants to at least say this. To tell you his truth - his new truth. A truth that is becoming more clear to him as the seconds pass. Seconds he spent with you. âI know that Iâve messed up- a lot, and I know that it isnât just me that made things turn out like this, but I at least want to let you know that I do care about you. I justâŚâ Dick ran a hand through his hair, pausing for a moment as countless words he wanted to say float around in his head, but he just didn't know how to say them. Or even say them in a way that would get you to understand, or at least hear him out.
He looks away for a moment before looking back at you. Hand dropping and folding around his cup once again. âIâm sorry, for everything. For missing your concerts and performances, and just- everything. I shouldâve been there, and even if I was busy, that isnât an excuse. I shouldâve made time for you, I couldâve, and yet it just always slipped my mind and⌠I shouldâve never done that to you. You didnât- you donât deserve to go through that, you didnât have to, and yet you did, and Iâm just.. so sorry that now is the time that Iâm realizing this. You⌠you deserve so much more than what we gave you, and Iâm sorry if that made you feel any less than what you are- because you are amazing, and wonderful, and bright-!â
âYouâre.. youâre a lot of things, and I really couldnât list them all since Iâm still slowly seeing it all for myself. Though even then, weâd be here for a while⌠wouldnât we?â Dick chuckles lightly, a tinge of endearment in his tone, with a hint of a softness that was slowly becoming more and more apparent as he went on. His expression softened even more, and yet all you could feel was dread and anger that grew with each sentence that fell out of his mouth.
Was he messing with you? Was Dick trying to make himself feel better about everything, or just mess you up even more? Maybe both?
Why was he saying all of this now? Why tonight? Why now of all times? His words⌠they couldnât be true. They canât be. If they were, if they are â then why did he wait so long? How come he didnât realize anything sooner? Why couldnât he realize it sooner? Why now? Why right this minute, when you were almost ready to let go?
Why is he trying to give you hope over a future, a dream, a wish you never thought would come true? That they, indirectly or not, made you believe would never be made into a reality? No matter how much you did, and sacrificed for them behind the scenes? Was he trying to trick you? Did he really believe that youâd allow yourself to become blind again? That you could actually take the little words that heâs saying to you at face value, after all this time? After all of your wasted effort?
Did he really think that he could salvage what little remained of your nonexistent relationship with him, with just a few words and soft smiles? That you would just suddenly be willing to let him back into your life, after you spent the last year or so just trying to make it so that once you left, youâd never have to turn back? After everything he and the others put you through?
You understood that they were busy. That protecting Gotham and Bludhaven were more important to them than youâd ever be. That they care more about their work and their own lives than they never will about anything youâd try to say to them - you understood that well. It was almost impossible not too with how long youâve had to deal with it, and come to terms with everything over the few months youâve given yourself to truly soak everything in and reflect. The one time you gave yourself a breather to process all that's happened over the years you wasted on them, and think about how you are going to move forward in your life. How youâre going to deal with the family moving forward, or if youâd ever bother to deal with them at all. Though, you're still in that process, and had yet to really think about what youâd do moving forward.
Yet, Dick just had to show up while you were in that process. He just had to show his face after so long, and do this to you. Torment you with his words, and cause further conflict inside of you that you donât need. Causing more heartache and pain that you didnât want, and yet he just had to keep going, he had to keep talking. He couldnât just walk away again like he had all of those other times when you were fighting to spend time with him, to just mean something to him. Dick just had to show up, and lie to your face about this. He just had to finally notice you, and hurt you more.
âIâm⌠Iâm just really glad I got to see you is all Iâm trying to say, I guess. And that I missed you too, in all honesty.â
So he keeps going, it seems. He just has to say that, like youâd believe him. Like youâd truly think that he cared about you more than the criminals in Gotham did. Like he wasnât just lying to your face in an attempt to try and hurt you more. To crush what little part of your heart you still had given to them, and destroy it entirely.Â
Honestly, now it was like he's trying to get you to hate him. To rid of the memories where you used to look up to him, and really tried to see him as your older brother until the reality of it all crushed you. Until reality forced your eyes open, and made you realize the little you had, and the little he cared.
Your own anger was beginning to blind you, and your hatred grew within you - though you hardly found a part of yourself that cared anymore.Â
Even if Dickâs words are true to him, they aren't to you, and thatâs all you cared about. Since, as far as you know, they were never true until he suddenly felt bad, and this whole thing started.
However, you still try to remain civil. Just taking in a breath, and sighing before looking back at Dick. Exhaustion becoming more evident, anger and hatred beginning to bloom â but you manage to tuck it away for now. No matter how frustrated Dick makes you, you could keep your composer. You could keep yourself together, and by God would you try no matter how much you want to just get up and leave. No matter how much you want to think that he wasnât worth the time or energy. At least, not anymore.
âDick, just tell me why youâre here.â You say, getting straight to the point and seemingly completely ignoring what he said before. Not taking his words to heart, no matter how much they sting and add fuel to the flame growing in your chest.Â
Dick looks at you confused, a little taken aback by your response, but just pushes it to the side. Only raising a brow, managing to keep up his smile, âWhat do you mean? I told you already, silly.â He chuckles a bit, his words already pinching at your skin.
âIâm here to see you.â
âBullshit.â You immediately thought, but donât say out loud. Not yet, anyway.
âItâs obvious that somethingâs going on, I mean- do you hear the sounds echoing throughout Gotham? Or, hell, how quiet it is besides said noises?â You ask, tone shifting with every word that spilled out of your mouth, undertone unclear, but Dick didnât like it. âYou donât have to explain whatâs going on, but please, just tell me how or if I can help so that we can both go on with our nights? I know you donât have time for this. Both of us donât.âÂ
Dick can only furrow his brows in response, his confusion growing the more you spoke, but also worried about the tone youâre using with him. A tone that was growing increasingly harsh.
âWhat are you talking about? I never said I needed your help with anything, and didnât I already mention that the others are handling the situation?â Dick said, genuinely confused, and yet that only seems to make the flame in your chest burn brighter.
âThen what are you doing here? Why are we even talking right now if you donât need anything from me?â You ask, voice rising in volume a bit before you bring it back down. The little stings Dickâs words left on your skin turning into a grip around your heart.Â
âIâve already told you, Y/nâŚ. I just wanted to see you.â Dick said again, growing a little more worried now.
âYes, but why? What made you want to see me so badly that you even went out of your way to find out where I live?â You couldnât help but ask, frustration growing but so did your desperation. Over what, you donât know, but all you knew was that you want this to be over. You want to go home. You want to be away from Dick. From them.
Even if your home probably wouldnât feel as safe anymore now that they knew where it is, and you knew that too, but couldn't find it in yourself to care. Anywhere that wasn't in the immediate vicinity of Dick felt better than being here, with him at arm's length.
âI need a reason to see my younger sibling now? I canât just come visit them?â Dick asks, still worried and confused, yes, but an odd tone of sarcasm seemed to develop under his tongue.
âAfter months of no contact? After all thatâs happened?â You say as a meaningless, humorless laugh escapes you before your voice drops and cements itself, âYes. Yes you do, because youâve never visited me before. Youâve never gone out of your way like this, not even to see me in my own room. So why now? Why tonight? Why come see me?â
Your words stung Dick, and you can tell with how he flinches a bit at your words, if only for a brief moment. He even cringes a little, as if they have physically hurt him, but you didnât react much. You want to know why, because it made no sense to you, and by God did you deserve an answer.
There is no reason why he shouldâve come to see you, none. You arenât related to him, and even if you are by law, heâs never treated you like family in the past - just someone else who lives in the manor, but over time you began to believe that he started to forget that too, with how heâd grow increasingly surprised by seeing you in person when he'd occasionally visit.
You meant nothing to him, last you checked. So what was so important that he and the others needed to find out where you live, and seek you out like this? What was going on?
From how you look at Dick, he can tell you wanted to know. That you want a ârealâ answer, one that youâd accept, anyway. Along with the fact that you arenât going to take your words back, finding them to be nothing less than true, and even if they are, they donât hurt any less. Especially considering how far heâs come today. How much heâs seen, and how his view is beginning to change. How you were growing on him without even knowing it, making him realize that some of it isnât even you to begin with. Though there wasnât much he could do about that, not right now. Not with you getting worked up like this, and not with how he's beginning to hurt too.
The truth hurt, it almost always did. Never sparing anyone, and almost acting as a sword rather than weight. A dagger than another page, but paper cuts did exist for a reason â he supposes.
âI.. I know that it might seem hard to believe, considering everything, but that really is all there is to it.â Dick says, trying to explain as he clutches onto the coffee cup in his hands, âI just want to see you because I was worried, and I⌠I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Thatâs all.â
âThen what about the others? Why find out where I live? Whatâs with all the noise?â Your desperation was becoming a little clearer as you spoke quickly, the questions falling out of your mouth as your heart began to squeeze tightly. The smoke that the fire in your chest was creating, started to reach and fill your lungs little by little with each passing second.
âThe others are busy taking care of the city, and how else am I supposed to see you? You werenât answering any of my or Timâs calls or texts. WeâŚâ Dick drags on a little before just sighing, looking dejected, âI was worried about you- I am worried about you. I thought something happened, and I had to know if something did. Is that so wrong? Can I not check on my younger siblings anymore?â
âThat's not what I meant, and you know that.â You point out straight away, but did falter the slightest bit when he mentions how you were ignoring them trying to contact you earlier. However, you didn't back down. âAnd both of you just started contacting me today. I didn't have any time to answer either of you before you showed up at my door.â
âReally? You had absolutely no time at all to pick up the phone? Not even send a quick message, or even read our texts?â
âI was busy? And was doing something else, so I couldn't get to the phone right away.â
âFor several hours? Y/n, you've got to be kidding me.â Dick chuckles out, obviously not believing you, which ticks you off even more.
âWhat, so I can't do other things? I have to be at your every beck and call, now?â You scoff, rolling your eyes. âNone of you have ever contacted me first, so I'm sorry that I didn't have any time to respond to whatever you both had to say. I have my own life to deal with, you do know that, right?â
âThat's not what I-â Dick cuts himself off, just letting out a sigh before speaking again after thinking over how to reword what he wants to say, âLook, just- what was so important that made it so you couldn't answer the phone?â He asks instead, searching your expression for something, and furrowing his brows when he couldn't find it.
â... That's none of your business.â You answer instead, narrowing your eyes at him a little. Whatever you did in your life, he didn't have to know. He doesn't have the right to know, not anymore. You may have been willing to offer him this one chance to ask something from you to help with whatever is going on, but that was all, and where your generosity ended. It wasn't a chance to reconnect, or to rebuild what never was, and still isn't.Â
If there's anything that this whole situation has told you, it's that you shouldn't have tried in the first place - and that maybe, just maybe, you should've left sooner. That was clear to you now.Â
â...â It's like Dick could tell things were getting worse this way. He didn't know what was causing it or how, but he could feel it. Especially with how you were growing increasingly upset, and how he was as well.Â
So, he tried to settle down a little and just took a breath. At this rate, he could only dread how things would get, and so he at least tried to change the direction of things a bit. Yet, he still couldn't help himself either. Maybe he didn't deserve to know, but he did want to ask.Â
âLook, just-â he tries to find the words to say, to not make this whole thing worse than it already is, and settles on a simpler question. One he figures you can handle, one he hopes does what he wants it to do. âCan you at least tell me why you keep ignoring me when I say that I'm here to see you? Or at least why you just⌠brush it off?â Dick manages to say, eyes never once leaving you, but for a different reason this time.
He just wants you to open up, but how could you do that when he kept you out for so long? When he locked that door so long ago, and forgot where he left the key? Leaving him to never know of the chair you left right under the handle.
â... What do you-â
âYou know what I'm talking about, Y/n, just⌠please.â Dick almost pleads, which makes you uncomfortable. Causing you to press your lips into a thin line once again, âI don't want this toâŚâ he doesn't want to say it outloud. He couldn't bring himself to. Especially when he doesn't want it to be true. To be made into reality.
âI just want to know, Y/n. So please, just tell me? Because I don't understand why you keep avoiding it, or just don't acknowledge it at all.â Dick says instead, which causes you to grow quiet in the process.Â
â...â
You couldn't think of anything to say, just being able to look at him before glancing away and taking in a breath of your own. You couldn't bring yourself to answer the question because - what were you supposed to say? What are you supposed to say? The truth? Or make up a lie? Though even if you picked one or the other, would it be for yourself? Or for Dick?
You didn't know, and a special kind of uncertainty came with that, jabbing your gut and making the flame within you crackle harshly. You hate this. You hate this more than what their inaction did to you, and almost as much as the realization that it's because of them that you're in this position to begin with.
âWhy do you think?â You begin, emotions and thoughts swarming in your head and squeezing your heart. You want to not care, to brush it all off as you have before, but only find yourself hurting despite everything. Why does your chest hurt so much? Why did it feel like something was pressing against it, threatening to pierce it? âWhy do you think that I'm âignoringâ it or just⌠dismiss it?â
Dick hates how you look away, and the swirl of emotion he saw in your eyes when you looked at him before. Which only made his own emotions grow like a heavy weight, threatening to fall on him. To crush him, and only leave the tiniest parts of himself behind. Parts that still hung onto that false hope he made himself.
He knew, or at least had an idea, but he ignored it. Dick wants to hear it from you, even if he doesn't know what he's hoping for with that. He knows of his faults, and yet not the entirety of them - at least, that was the impression he was getting from all of this.
He isn't blind, but there are only so many things he could let himself see before the ugliness of it all rears its head at him, and snarls. Before the quiet part that he refuses to glance at, becomes loud.
âI⌠I don't know,â Dick manages to say after a moment, still looking at you as he searches for something, anything that will point things in a different direction. Something that will give the little hope he has anything to cling on to.
Something he doesn't find.
He takes in another breath, âCan you please just⌠tell me? I do want to know, I really do- so just, please. Tell me why you keep ignoring what I'm saying?â
âI'm not-â You cut yourself off, speaking before you could come up with a response, the words tumbling out of your mouth quickly before you caught yourself and take in a slow, uneven breath. âI'm not ignoring what you're saying. I'm not, but- justâŚâ You drag on before finally letting out a sigh. Some of the tension freeing itself from your body, but not enough for it to let you truly calm down or relax.Â
âWhat do you expect me to do? To say?â You finally manage to voice it outloud, to ask as you look back at Dick briefly. With the moon trying its hardest to peek through the clouds as they begin to fill and crowd the sky. âYou haven't checked up on me in all the years I was in the manor, and, hell, I doubt you even know where my room is-â
âI know where it is.â
â- and even if you do, that doesn't change what happened. Or, really, what didn't.â You narrow your eyes at Dick's sudden words, but don't comment on them as you continue, voice wavering slightly, âYou've⌠never checked up on me before, or even asked me if I was okay- we barely even greeted each other, and I didn't see you around all that often. I didn't get to. So I'm sorry if it's hard for me to believe that you just suddenly care, or want to check up on me after all this time.â You say, still biting your tongue and holding yourself back from sharing more than you should. From giving more than you already have.
â...â Dick's lips press into a thin line before he goes to speak again, âI understand that, but⌠why can't that change now? Why can't I care about you now?âÂ
âIt isn't about what you can and can't do, Dick. Nor what can be changed now or not, it'sâŚâ A quick, small groan escapes you as you try to gather the words you want to say, and finally let them out when you do, âit's what I'm used to, Dick. That's just how it is.â
Finally, dread made its way into Dickâs heart as well, âSo⌠that's it? You're just âused to itâ? And I can't change that?â
âI donât know, can you?â You asked sarcastically in a dead tone, already tired of all of this, and yet the fire in your chest continues to burn ever so brightly. âYou havenât really done a good job of that thus far, if that's what youâre trying to do. Iâll say that much.â Your words hurt, you could tell right away. The way he looked at you said everything, but you didnât try to look deeper than what presented itself on the surface.Â
âThis isnât some kind ofâŚ. âreconnecting sessionâ, stuff like that doesnât really matter. I thought something serious- something important was going on, or had happened, thatâs why I bothered with⌠all of this.â You point out and explain, only watching as the expression on Dickâs face morphed into something else. Something you couldnât decipher, but didnât like looking at. A face that made your stomach twist, with dread pouring out of every crevasse it could manage.
âAnd why would you think that? I donât remember saying anything that would hint at that, and even then I wouldâve said it outright.â
âYou suddenly appeared at my door in the suit, and at some point was banging on it. How could I not think something was going on? Or that you didnât need something from me? That something serious wasnât happening? Especially when I donât remember telling any of you where I live-â
âOkay, okay. I⌠I get it,â He didnât, at least maybe not to the extent one would hope he would, but he didnât want to argue. Not here, and not with you. Especially not when he was really beginning to see you. âBut still⌠I want to change that. I want to make it up to you and fix things. Is that so bad?â
â...â You had no response to that, but even if you did, what could you say? You had imagined countless instances like this, but those situations werenât real â this one was. In those scenarios, you always had something to say, rather it be good or bad, and you always knew what to do. Yet here, now that it was actually happening, you had nothing. You didnât know what to do or say, and even if you did have some things you wanted to just let spill out, you kept them in. You didnât want things to get worse either, but the more Dick talked, the harder that became.
Why couldnât he just be the person from your thoughts and dreams? The person you always saw him as until now?
âI justâŚâ Dick tries to gather his thoughts, not exactly liking your silence but trying to push on anyway. He finally had a chance, and heâd be damned to not take it. âI want to make things right, and yeah, maybe it's late- really, um, late, but I still want to try.â He manages to say, taking a small, quick breath before he continues, an easy smile trying to settle on his face.
âYou deserve better, and I want to be better for you. Things may not be the same, and sure, it might be a bit awkward-â He chuckles slightly in between his words, â-but I think that we can⌠work it out if you just give it a try. Give me a chance-â
âBut I did.â You manage to say, cutting Dick off. He has to fight for his smile to not falter immediately, unaware of how your heart pounded harshly in your chest, the fire it held growing and clawing at the bars of its cage that was your ribs and flesh. Scorching your lungs, and the smoke causing your throat to close, making it harder to breathe.
â... What?â Dick said, partially confused but still trying to at least seem optimistic. A weight of its own beginning to press down on him.
â... What do you think I did all of this time?â You ask, looking away for a moment, glancing up at the covered moon before looking back at Dick, âWhat do you think I did all of those years I spent at the manor? Before I decided to move out, and be on my own?âÂ
â...â Dick didnât have an answer, not one he said right away, anyway. Not one that wouldnât make him look bad, but he didnât know what was worse. Staying quiet when he knew a part of it, or saying the part he knew and risk being wrong, revealing how he still didnât know the full picture despite everything. Despite getting a glance into a life he knew he wasnât involved in, and feeling more guilty all the while.
However, you decide that his small bit of silence was enough of an answer, and just as Dick opened his mouth to say something, you spoke again. âMost of my time in the manor Iâve spent trying to give you chances- to give the others a chance. Trying to give opportunities to just do something, try anything, and⌠well,â You look away fully this time, caressing the coffee cup in your hand, itâs dying warm doing little to help you, causing you to draw your attention to the shaded greenery of the park instead.
âWe both know how that turned out.â
If your words didnât hurt him before, they definitely did now. Even as Dick fought to keep that smile of his up, it was pointless. You were right, and he knew that. Even if he didnât know the true extent of your words, he was at least aware of the times where youâd try to get them to see you perform, to hear your songs and listen to your music that had gotten you this far. He knew that much, and yet he still couldnât help but try. He wants to mean more to you, to do what he hasnât done up until this point, to truly be your older brother, to be your family - despite how long heâs been unable to do that.
âI⌠I know, and Iâm sorry.â Dick could only say that much, even if it did little in the long run, and a part of himself could tell that his words only made whatever you were feeling worse as you inched away from him, the sight of the small action breaking his heart even more.
âMaybe that doesnât mean much, but itâs true. Iâm just⌠sorry that things turned out this way. That we- that I never noticed how hard you were trying until now, and even if it is late, I want to be honest and say that Iâm sorry.â He adds, finally managing to look away as well as he looked down at the cup in his hands, thoughts swarming and eating away at his heart. Even if they were going too fast for him to process them all, they hurt him all the same and caused his worry to grow. âIâm sorry for everything, for never noticing what was going on or the extent of it, or appreciating the effort you tried to put in for our attention, for just not⌠being around. You deserve better- and I want to give that. I want to give you want you deserve and finally be-â
âStop.â You said under your breath, voice wavering as you take in a shaky breath. Yet, even as it falls upon deaf ears, and Dick couldnât make out exactly what you said, he still pauses for a moment before speaking again.
â... I just want to fix things, Y/n.â Dick says instead, but it doesnât make you feel any better, nothing does.Â
âYou mean a lot to me.â You just want him to stop.Â
âAnd maybe thatâs⌠weird to hear with everything thatâs happened. But it is true, and Iâm sorry I never made that clear before.â You want him to stop lying to you, to stop trying to make you feel better. Youâve been doing fine on your own without him, without them, and so the only thing you wanted now was for Dick to stop and leave. To act like he had before, and go back to ignoring you.
âSo⌠letâs change that, okay? I⌠I want to spend more time with you.â You want him to shut up. You want it so bad that it hurts to hear him talk as he goes on and on. His voice ringing in your ears to a point youâre convinced that theyâll bleed if this continues on for any longer. If he continues to talk for any longer.Â
âIâm being honest, I really want to try and be your-â
âStop⌠please, just- just stop.â You manage to say, voice small and wavering as you try to take in another breath. You want to be unbothered, unhurt, painless, and numb, but you canât and you donât know why. You thought you had gotten used to this, and you had, but to hear that - to hear the words youâve wanted to hear for so many years - that hurt more than anything else. The pain was indescribable, and its result only made that fire grow, the flames scratching at your chest even harder, and your heart bleeding as a result.
Suddenly, all the progress youâve made over all the months youâve been away feel useless now. Reduced to nothing in Dickâs presence as his words stripped down your walls in the most violent, volatile ways possible.
Once upon a time, you fought to have a single conversation with him that lasted more than just a few short exchanges, and now youâd do anything to have that back. For him to go back to the Dick you grew up with, the one you fought to even have to look at you for more than a few seconds.
âYou canât do this to me.â You said without thinking, voice weak and shaky as you scramble to keep yourself together, to hold back tears that you refuse to spill â refusing to shed any more over them. Refusing to let all of your progress go to waste just like that.
You were happy, you have been happy these past few months, and you refuse for that to be taken away from you.
âWhat? Y/n, what do you mean-â Dick tries to speak, but you donât give him the luxury, not after this. Not after what heâs been doing to you.
âYou canât do this to me,â You repeat, trying to breathe and fight past the smoke building in your lungs, nearly gasping for air as your teeth begin to grind, âyou canât- you just canât. So stop⌠please just..â You try to take in another breath, no matter how small it is or strangled it feels.
âJust. Stop.â
â...â Itâs like no matter what Dick tries to do, things end up becoming worse, and he hates that he doesnât know why. He can't understand why.Â
Clearly heâs hurting you, he could see that no matter how much he doesnât want to, but he doesnât know what heâs saying thatâs hurting you. He doesnât know what heâs doing thatâs causing you to become so upset.Â
After all, donât you want this? Donât you want him to try? For your efforts to be reciprocated? Donât you want to be family too? For him to try and be what heâs supposed to have been all of this time? Donât you want him to try and be your big brother?Â
You couldnât have given up yet, right? There was no way you could have. You couldnât have given up after all you have done, after all the awards and such he saw that youâve earned over the years â awards that were still in your room. You couldnât have given up. That's impossible, thereâs no way. No one would throw all of that away, right? No one would do all that you have, only to just put it all behind them - not anyone that Dick could think of at the moment.
⌠He hated how he thought of it anyway. How the thought creeped into his mind, and remained there. Letting his dread and worry grow as reality began to sneak its way into his brain.Â
Dick doesnât want to think about it â let along consider the idea, but this isnât about him. This isnât about what he thinks or feels.
This is about you, and despite his words, he hates that he had forgotten that already.
âY/n,â He calls out to you softly, really trying this time, and you hate that detail with all of your heart, âcan you just please tell me whatâs wrong?â Dickâs words make you physically pause, even causing your rushing thoughts to come to a halt. They repeat in your head once more, and you can only think one thing.
Is he seriously asking you that?
âI know that youâre upset, but I want to work through this with you. So, just tell me so I can help, okay-?â
âStop- God, just please stop, Dick.â You manage to say, already getting slightly choked up before you manage to shakily exhale, trying your hardest to keep it together as your heart squeezes and your chest tightens. You canât bring yourself to look at Dick, but your teeth grind as you scramble to keep the flames eating up your body from the inside, trapped and hidden away.
âYou canât do this to me,â You say more desperately than you wanted to, a few tears developing that you fight back violently to keep them from spilling, your own teeth getting crushed and feel as if they were beginning to chip and break with how hard theyâre grinding against each other. âYou canât- you canât-â You struggle to get the words out, nearly gasping for air as that sickening, thick smoke threatens to escape your lungs.
âYou canât do this to me, you canât give me hope.â You finally say, voice straining as your breath trembles. When you finally do look at Dick, neither of your expressions are good ones. Both filled with mixes of emotions, but his was more deep and almost controlled, while yours was frantic and ever changing.
â... What?â
âAfter all of this time, after everything- everything Iâve been put through. Everything Iâve been trying to move on from-â You struggle to breathe momentarily, but manage to get yet another gasp of air before continuing, âyou canât just try and give me hope like that. You canât. You just- canât.â
Now itâs Dickâs turn to pause as he processes what you said, each word making the weight in his chest sink deeper and deeper until it reaches his stomach. The very thing he seems to dread is becoming more real with every minute that passes and he hates that more than anything. He wants to ignore it, to push past it, but how can he do that when itâs right in front of him? How can he do that when something worse could be laying underneath everything?
He doesnât want to think about it, and so he doesnât and tries to tuck it away as he goes on to say, âBut⌠why? Why canât I give that to you? Why canât I try to help you?â
âDick, please, for the love of god just-â You want to say it, you really do, but manage to hold yourself back with the little self control you have, and simply just take in the biggest breath you can manage, and sigh just as deeply. âNevermind, and just- you know what? Weâre⌠weâre done here.â You say instead. Placing your coffee cup on the bench, not even caring that you barely finished the drink, and move to stand up.
âWhat? Wait- what?â Dick asks, sitting up and tensing when you stand, but not making a move just yet, even if it was clear that heâd do something. What, you donât know, but you didnât notice anyway as you were too focused on yourself and getting out of this situation.
âWeâre done here, what else do I have to say?â You donât look back at Dick, instead continue to try and steady your breath. Trying to calm yourself down, and finally do something to quell the burning flames inside your chest, âThis isnât going anywhere, and we arenât discussing anything important, so⌠letâs call it here. Iâm leaving.â You say outright, being blunt this time as you make a move to step away-
Only to be stopped when Dick suddenly grabs your wrist, his grasp a touch too tight.
âHold on- who said you get to decide that?â Dick asks, having sprung up to grab you as swiftly and quickly as he did, a flash of panic showing on his face before he pushed it aside and swallowed his nerves. He tries to manage another smile, even if it doesnât reach his eyes yet again, âLetâs just talk about this, okay? Thereâs no need to overreact.â
âOverreactâŚ?â You glance back at him, physically feeling as all of your previous progress to calm yourself was quickly diminishing, the fire only roaring to life at Dickâs words, and itâs like he could feel it too with how his smile faltered the smallest bit before he tried to pick it up again.
âOkay- maybe not overreact, but we can still talk about this⌠canât we?â He says instead, as if realizing his mistake once you point it out. Scrambling for something, anything.
You donât say anything right away, your chest only hurting even more, âAnd talk about what, exactly?â You ask, just barely being able to hear the clouds overhead groan in displeasure, âWhat is there to talk about? We have nothing to discuss, and so we should just end things here.â
An airy laugh escapes Dick, almost as he canât believe what youâre saying, and yet he continues to stare at you. All he does is raise a brow, his heart pounding as that weight in his stomach drops further, âAbout⌠everything?â He says, as if a little unsure of how to word it, but keeps going anyway, âAbout the family, about us, about you- everything! What isnât there to talk about?â He counters, furrowing his brows a little.
He knows you want to leave, but he canât bring himself to let you go. Not when he doesnât know when heâll have this chance again. Not when heâs so close â but to what, he doesnât know anymore. All he knows is that it deals with you, and thatâs enough for him.
â... But there isnât anything important to talk about.â You point out as if it was obvious, raising a brow of your own as you look back at Dick, ignoring how the longer Dick held onto your wrist, the heavier your dread became. Nearly making it impossible to breathe despite how you were trying to act now, âAgain, I even bothered to do any of this because I thought something was going on or that you needed something from me, and I turned out to be wrong, so thereâs no other reason for me to be here.â You try to be logical, or seem that way, anyway. You try to give whatever bullshit reason you can, saying anything that you hope would just get Dick away from you and just let you go.
â...â Dick hated your words with a burning passion he didnât even know he was capable of feeling, and the breathy laugh of disbelief that escaped him only furthered his own change of heart, âSo Iâm not important to you? Our family isnât important to you? Because of everything thatâs happened? So our effort to change everything isnât important to you? It matters that little to you now that youâve lived on your own for⌠what, a few months?â
âWhat are you talking about? Youâre asking me that as if you know me, and- news flash, you donât. So get a hold of yourself- and let me go already!â You yank your wrist away from Dickâs grasp, pulling it back towards you harshly.
The moment your wrist leaves his grasp, his hand twitches, but he manages to hold himself back and just let his hand fold into a fist as it falls back to his side. His eyes pinned on you once again, never leaving you, âWhy canât I get to know you now? Why canât that change, Y/n?â He asks, his own tone changing without him noticing, making it sharper than he meant it to be, âWhy canât you just let me in?â
The visceral hatred those words spawn in you is hotter than words can describe, and felt as if it was burning right through your chest, melting your muscles and organs down to nothing. You not only struggled to breathe, but it hurt to even take in the smallest breath. ââWhyââŚ? Youâre asking me, âwhyâ?â A small, airy, pathetic laugh escapes you, a look of disbelief clear on your face.
âOh, I donât know, maybe itâs because of the years that have passed? That every attempt Iâve made to do what youâre asking me right now- was ignored until I didnât try anymore? Until I go off and try to actually live my life, that you ask for me to let you in? For things to change?â You almost spat out, barely managing to take in a steady breath, âI donât know, Dick. I donât know what you want me to say.â
Dick could barely pull himself together. Everything was falling apart, and even if he could see that, he could barely get a grasp on his own emotions that he was failing to calm down. He wants you to understand, and he wants to understand you too, but god was everything making it so hard. He just couldnât understand why you were being so stubborn about this, and why you wouldnât just hear him out.Â
So, in the midst of his own frustration, he tsked and spoke without thinking.
âI havenât done anything to you! Why are you acting like this?â The moment those words left Dick, his eyes widened and he scrambled to recover, âWait, I didnât mean-â
âIsnât that the point?â You cut Dick off, the smoke finally escaping your lungs as you furrowed your brows, chest tightening as more unwanted tears began to build, âThat you did nothing? That you- and everyone else didnât do a goddamn thing?â
âYou try to act like I owe you something. Like I owe you this. Like I owe you my time, but you know what? You really donât, because back then? I clearly didnât deserve yours. I wasnât worth your time, and now, years later, you think that I owe you mine? That you can just say whatever the hell you want to my face, because I dared to try and be respectful and civil and do all of this shit for you?â There was no holding back anymore, not when Dick dared to say something like that to your face when youâve been trying so hard to act calm and civil around him. To give him a chance to say his piece and leave.
The one time you tried to do something for them, for him, after months of being away from all of them, and he dared to say something like that to you?
âThen think again. Because unlike before, I have some god damn self respect and wonât stand for your bullshit anymore.â You spat out as the sky above growled even louder, âYou donât get to say that to me, Grayson.â
Yet, despite your words, a single measly tear manages to slip past your defenses and slowly, painstakingly roll down your cheek. The clouds above seem to have taken that as some sort of sign, as a few small drops of water fell from the sky and hit the pavement under your feet.
Dick pauses after that, if only for a moment as he looks over your expression before sighing. âOkay- fine, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to say that⌠but,â he took a short breath before saying, âthat still doesnât answer my question, Y/n.â
â...â All you could do was stare at him. Another pathetic, airy laugh escaping you all the while. He really was unbelievable.
âWhich one? The one where you asked why things canât change? Why I wonât âlet you inâ? Or why Iâm âacting like thisâ?â Dick clenches his hands into fists, squeezing them before he lets go.
âWhy canât things change, why canât the relationship between us change?â You hate the tone he used and how the look he gave you expressed and showed more than words could describe. A certain desperation in his eyes that you wish didnât exist, that you didnât notice.
âYou never showed me that it could change. That it would always stay the same as it has for the past few years-â
âBut why does back then matter? Why canât we focus on now? On this?â He gestured between the two of you, âCanât we just- I donât know⌠move on from that?â You didnât know if you wanted to laugh, or actually allow yourself to cry, especially when a few more raindrops fell from the sky. He couldnât be serious, could he? Did Dick actually just say that, and to you of all people?
âMove on?â You say, a few more tears spilling despite your efforts to stop them, their touch burning your skin and sinking into it like acid, âYou want me to move on from that? Move on from the years of my life that you werenât a part of? To just forget all thatâs happened?â
âYou donât have to forget⌠maybe just, push it aside so that we can work on this! On usâŚâ Dick says, dragging on a little before he takes in another quick breath, âIs that so bad? Donât you want to be family-?â
âYou donât get to say that to me.â You immediately cut him off the moment Dick even tries to mention family again, âYou donât get to say what I want or what I have to do- after everything Iâve done for you! For the others-! You donât get to say that to me anymore!â
âY/n, please, just calm down-â
âNo! You donât get to do this to me! To say all of this shit to my face-â You struggle to speak, your words catching in your throat and nearly choking you, but you manage to continue. To continue to say your part, and finally say the words your heart has been longing to say, to give yourself this much, to finally feel this out, âDo you even know how much Iâve done for you- all of you? How much time I spent doing all of these things I thought you guys liked just so that I had a chance to hold a conversation with any of you? To just mean something? To actually be part of the family, only for no one to show up-?â
âNo one asked you to do those things! No one asked you to do anything!â Dick snaps, but immediately tries to reel it back, âI understand that things didnât work out before, but Iâm here now, arenât I?â
Your brows furrow even more, and your teeth grind so hard that it feels like theyâre chipping away, âNo one had to ask! Hell- none of you ended up caring anyway! It was a waste!â You shout, voice raising the more you talked, tears mixing with the drizzling rain, âIt was for you- I did everything I could think of to just talk to you, and now you want me to do more for you? After everything Iâve already done? After all the effort that was put to waste because of you?â At this rate, you knew you werenât talking to just Dick anymore. Instead, he acted as an extension, in your mind. An extension to something bigger, something greater than himself. Something more than he was.
Dick falters, but just sighs again, âNo one told you to do all of that,Y/n]. You didnât have to do anything but just try to-â
âTry to what, Grayson? Try to what?â You cut him off, eyes swirling with untold emotion as your gaze pierces into him, âGo on, tell me what else I had to do. What I shouldâve done.â
â...â Dick looks at you for a moment before speaking again with a small huff, âYou couldâve tried a different approach, or maybe, talked to us?â
â...â You donât know what you want to do more; try to strangle Dick, cry harder, or leave again after trying to kill him. âYou did not just say that.â You manage to laugh out, but itâs broken and far from genuine. The humor in it long gone, and all that was left was a sickening, uncomfortable emptiness where it once remained.Â
âWell, Iâm just saying-â
âYou did not just say that shit to me when youâve been the one shooting down every conversation Iâve tried to have with you. You- the person whoâs supposed to be the âfamily manâ, and weâve barely even talked. And let me tell you now, Iâm not the one who hasnât been trying to talk or avoiding it.â A pained smile crept up your face as you laughed breathlessly in between your words once more. Not even caring anymore as you let the fire burst from your chest, and have its ashes and smoke spill out of you.
Dick narrows his eyes and furrows his brows a bit, ââAvoiding itâ? What the hell are you talking about? I havenât been avoiding you-â
âThen please explain where the hell youâve been all of my life until now? Why you could never follow through with what youâd always tell me? Why you come to me now, when I gave you years to do or say anything?â
âI⌠I was busy, okay? You know that,â He tried to lighten his tone with a chuckle but it did little to help, and only showed his own strain, âI donât always have time to come to Gotham-â
âBut you make the time to do it anyway. You make time to visit, especially when it comes to Damian.â When Dick falls silent again for a moment, you take in a shaky breath and sniffle slightly, feeling awful in every sense of the word, âI guess I just wasnât worth it, right? I wasnât worthy of your oh so precious time, but everyone else was. Something else was.â Your expression darkens slightly as your strained smile drops completely.
âThereâs always something else, right? Something else to do, someone else to see. You could make time, alright, but just couldnât for me.â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying, Y/n.â
âThen please, enlighten me, what are you saying, Grayson?â Dick hates every time you say that, every time you refer to him by his last name. It feels like there's a deeper meaning to it that he refuses to see, and just hearing you call him that instead of anything else only forces him to remember that. To remind him of his own faults, both past and present.
Maybe he'd wonder how he keeps messing things up or why he keeps saying everything besides what he actually wants to say, but he's too deep in his own feelings to even think about that. Even if the answer laid within the action itself.
âSaving the city- having to look after Bludhaven and Gotham sometimes, and even the world on occasion- doesn't really give anyone a lot of time to do certain things. You know I'm not over all the time, and that I'm not always⌠y'know.â
âDick Grayson?â
âYeah! And justâŚâ he took a breath before sighing once again, âAll I'm saying is that a different approach could've been taken.â You hate how every word he said only seemed to validate concerns you had in the past. Thoughts that still liked to linger every now and then when you caught yourself still thinking about what could've been, and if certain things happened, would that really change anything?
It's funny that only now were you truly beginning to think otherwise.
âSo⌠what?â You say in a dry voice, âAre you saying that I shouldâve been just like you? Just like the others- and give up my dream, what I wanted to do- give up my passion, because at least then I would be able to talk to you? Because I would have a higher chance of even seeing you?â
âThat's not what I mean, Y/n, and you know that-â
âNo. No I don't. I don't know that, and honestly? I have no idea what the hell youâre even trying to tell me right now besides that I shouldâve tried harder. That I didn't do enough, because clearly- spending all of my time trying to do things for you, to accommodate for the whole fucking family that couldn't even stand for me to be in their presence for even a few seconds-â You took a shaky breath, more tears spilling out and escaping you, more falling than you would've liked, âthat's not enough. Wasting my life away and trying to do everything I could to the point where it put my health at risk- that wasn't enough. I shouldâve just dropped everything and followed everyone else instead of trying to find an alternative, because there was no alternative, right? Is that what you're trying to say?â
For once, Dick was speechless and had nothing to say, and his silence only made you hurt more. It's like you were waiting for what felt like the inevitable.
âWhat else am I supposed to do, huh? What else haven't I done? Is nothing else good enough for you? Is that really the only way I could've been with you? To see you, to actually talk with you and all the others? To be part of the family? Is that what it would've taken?â You're nearly gasping for air at this rate, with every word you say only carving deeper into your heart, and getting harder to say as you struggle to voice them aloud. Nearly choking on both your words and tears, and yet you push on.
âDid I really have to give up on my passion- my dreams to have a better chance to be something to you?â
âY/n, that's not what I mean. Doing it wouldn't have gotten in the way-â
âYou know that's bullshit! You act like the line of work you do doesn't take over your life! Like you don't think about it everyday- like you aren't constantly in danger!â At this point you're shouting and you barely even realize it, tears flowing freely now as they burn into your cheeks and crash down on the pavement below, âIs it so bad that I don't want that? That I don't want to put my life at risk? That I don't want to live your life?!â
âMaybe you enjoy that. Maybe you like that chaos and constantly putting your life on the line- but some people don't! Maybe you're made for that kind of life, but I'm not! I want to live my own life without having to be even more worried about my own well-being and safety!â
âY/n, please- calm down! I don't want to fight, I-â Dick took a quick breath, his own heart squeezing as he tries to remain stable, to remain calm. Even if it felt like he was watching his whole world crumble before him, each tear you shed stabbing into him, and every word that spilled out just twisted the knives as they dug deeper into his chest and body. âI understand what you mean, but you have to realize-â
âRealize what? That everything I did was for nothing?â Thinking it was one thing, but saying it out loud was another. The words weighed heavy on your tongue, and the more you tried to say them the more choked up you became. âThat all of my effort was in vain, and I shouldâve given up while I was ahead? Because that's the impression I'm getting right now-â
âThat's not what I meant, Y/n. I⌠I didn't mean it like that.â
âBut how else could you have possibly meant it? How else am I supposed to interpret that?â You laughed again, but it was just as sad and pathetic as the last, âYou can't expect me to just know these things, Grayson, especially considering everything and just-â You felt like you were going to tear your hair out, like you were going to collapse and truly break. Yet you managed to stand, and speak again no matter how weak your voice is.
âYou were never there for me, none of you were.â Your hands are shaking and your face burns, voice cracking in every way possible, and you hate this feeling. Yet above all else, you hate how he made you feel like this, âI could show up at the manor, bloodied and bruised, and no one- no one would notice or bat an eye. I could be wearing a cast and have crutches, and yet not a single person besides Alfred would see it or comment on it. I could be at the hospital and no one would show up, not one of you-â
âWait⌠what-?â Dick tried to speak, but you wouldnât let him, you couldnât.
âYou were never there when I needed you. You never checked up on me, you barely even noticed me-â again, you suck in another breath, barely able to take it in, âdo you know what Iâve had to deal with on my own? How much it cost me? How much it hurt me-?â
âWait, wait- hold on! Youâve been hurt?â Dick managed to cut you off, âI⌠I never heard about this.â
âOf course you haven't!â You couldn't help but laugh, more tears spilling and leaving scars on your face with how badly they burned into your skin, âYou hardly even noticed, how can you expect to hear about it?â
âYou didn't tell me- you didn't tell anyone! How- how am I supposed to know about these things when you won't even tell anyone? When you won't tell me?â Dick can feel himself begin to tear up, but he keeps it all down. He was frustrated, and even if it wasn't directed towards you, he couldn't keep his big mouth shut. Even if by the looks of things - you couldn't either, even if that was for a different reason.
Maybe you both were one in the same, but different in some ways. Dick would feel stupid if he noticed it, but of course he couldn't â not at the moment. Not with how things are going.
If only he noticed that sooner. If only he had done a lot of things sooner â then both of you wouldn't be in this position. You wouldn't be in this position.
Yet, he couldn't help himself. Both of you couldn't, in a way.
âI can't read your mind, Y/n! I'm not even at the manor half the time- how am I supposed to notice? You can't just expect me to suddenly know-â
âBut you visit enough for the others? For any one of them you'd come rushing over, especially if it was for Damian-â
âAt least he tells me when he gets hurt!â
âAre we talking about the same kid right now? God, and here I thought that he was your favorite.â
ââFavoriteâ?â Dick chuckled out humorlessly, feeling something in him break at your words. âI don't have any favorites-â
âThat is such bullshit, Grayson, and you fucking know that.â You couldn't help but sneer, everything you tried to keep inside finally rearing its ugly head as the lid you tried to put on your emotions flew off, leaving you feeling nothing but unapologetic rage. âYou play favorites all the time, but I wouldn't know that, would I? I'm probably your least-â
âDon't say that. You're not. You never were.â
âRight! Yeah, you're right. After all, I'm not even on the list, am I? How can I be the least when you barely even acknowledge me-?â
âI didn't-â Dick just cuts himself off, sighing before he continues, not being able to stop the scoff that slips past, âI didn't mean it like that. You're important to me, Y/n, how many times do I have to say that? It's like you're trying to put words in my mouth at this rate.â
âWell, excuse me for not believing you considering that, oh, I don't know, I've been ignored by you for years? That-â
â���Ignoredâ? I havenât been ignoring you, no one has-â
âReally? Are you really trying to say that now-?â
âI understand that you're frustrated, okay? That you have all the reason to be mad- but no one has ignored you. I haven't ignored you-â
âBULLSHIT! That is bull-SHIT!â You scream before you even notice the words had left your mouth in the first place, âYou would have said that before it that was the case! And even then- how the hell do you explain this entire shit show? How do you even dare to try and explain where the fuck ANY of you have been?! Because people can only be so ignorant and stupid until others begin to think it's intentional and you're doing it on god-damn purpose-!â Broken, harsh chuckles escape you - slipping in between your piercing words, ones so rough and dry that it scratches your throat just to let them out. The disbelief was heavy in each and every one of them, utterly devoid of any humor, and yet they were so unbelievably empty simultaneously.
You could feel your heart breaking even more, but you weren't the only one. Not that it mattered, as with each piece that was chipped off, you could only register the little sounds of you coming apart. Everything else was muffled, and almost completely blocked out. With your only focus being on him, on them.
âJust because something looks a certain way, doesn't mean that it's really like that. I told you, it isn't that easy. Like I said before- I haven't been avoiding you, let alone ignoring you! I wasn't trying to do anything like that-â
âIt doesn't matter what you tried! What you're trying to do! Don't you see? What matters is what it felt like to me-â
âBut you wonât let me change that! You won't let me try and change things- itâs like you want it to remain the same-!â
âYOU DON'T GET TO SAY WHAT I WANT! NOT AFTER THIS- NOT AFTER EVERYTHING! You donât get to say shit like that- you don't know me! You don't know what I've been through-! So stop talking like you understand me!â
âBut you won't let me in! You won't give me the chance to understand! How can I expect to know anything when you're giving me nothing to work with?!â
âHow about you take a fucking hint, Grayson. Can't you read the room?! You're a cop for crying out loud! And was trained by the best detective the world has to offer- so it's not my fault you're acting like you're stupid!â
âYou're not another case, Y/n! You're family, youâre my sibling! Not something that needs to be solved! Is it really so hard to just tell me anything and not push me away when I'm right here?!â
Your words catch in your throat momentarily, but you try to push past that and force something out, not caring if it was made of broken glass or venom. Yet, just as you go to speak, and the first letter escapes your lips â Dick finally breaks too.
âSHUT UP! Just Shut. Up. And ACTUALLY listen to me for one second! Please! For the love of-â Dick can't help but scoff, running a hand down his face, and covering his mouth with it. Looking away as he does so, brows furrowing.Â
He wants to say something, think of anything that he wants you to hear and understand clearly - but nothing comes to mind. Nothing you'd truly hear him out on, anyway. Nothing he's already mentioned to you. Nothing that would make this better. Even as he goes to try and say something, all that comes out is a mess of half finished words that he can't make comprehensible, especially not in a way that'll have you listen to him where you won't try to bite at him again.
So, he falls silent. You both do.
Your eyes widening at the sudden shout, before your gaze hardens and you glare at Dick through your tears and agony. His silence makes you angrier, but his loud response does shut you up momentarily.
âWellâ fine, if you want me to be quiet so badly, then I'm leaving.â You manage to say after a moment, voice wavering and becoming weaker â now spent thanks to how you've been using it up until this point.
Still, your words immediately snap Dick out of whatever trance he was in, and cause his head to snap back in your direction, with his eyes locking onto you once again â though they widen a little before he tries to calm down, and take in one last breath. He scrambles to say anything, especially as he sees you turn to leave, and see your words through.
âW-wait, hold on, I-â he presses his lips into a thin line, thinking briefly before continuing, âCan I at least walk you home? It isn't safe-â
You pause in your movements, âNo. Just-â you don't look back, you can't bring yourself to, but you do just barely glance over your shoulder â though not enough to actually see him again. Dick can't see your eyes anymore, but he can still see the tears streaming down your face. âJust leave me alone. All of you.â
Dick tries to reach out, to stop you one last time â but he hesitates, and just lets his hand fall back to his side. Instead, opting to watch you leave while he stands there, left hurt and alone. His eyes eventually find and land on the coffee you had left behind on the bench, and he finds himself staring at that once you're out of sight.
He has to hold back from running after you, and following - if only to just make sure that you'd reach your apartment in one piece - but he manages. It's the least he could do, after all, and besides, he doubts he'd be able to do that without making you hate him even more. He's gathered as much from all of this, and really - from the looks of things, he had a lot more to consider than he had originally thought. All of them did.
⌠It's only as you walk away and the distance between you and Dick grows bigger, with both of your words beginning to settle - that you both notice the clouds once light cries have turned into ugly sobs, with each tear being shed heavier than the last, thunder roaring and echoing in the distance, lightning striking the earth with a deafening clap. It was only then that both of you even noticed that the light drizzle from before had turned into pouring rain, and that there was more than just the two of you in the world. Something that felt heavier than it shouldâve, but felt appropriate at the same time.
Regardless, you continue to walk away, and once again, never look back as you commit to your decision no matter what may happen afterwards, or the consequences that may follow. Just like that one day back in the manor, you move on and go on with your choice, just knowing what you want in that moment and seeing no reason to deny yourself â especially when you want the same thing you wanted that night, when you just want to get away. You donât know what happened tonight, but all you knew is that you didnât want to be a part of it anymore, so you just left, and maybe you wouldâve felt a little grateful that Dick let you go if you had noticed to begin with â since your mind was more focused on just putting as much distance between you and him as possible.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and itâs only then that you remember that you still had it on you â not that you knew why youâd leave it anywhere or forget it, but itâs something you noticed nonetheless. You fish it out of your pocket as you walk, and wipe some of your tears away with the back of your hand, sniffling lightly as you check the notification. Jessica had left you a voicemail â several, actually. You couldnât imagine why, but you didnât try very hard to think of a reason, and instead just opened your phone to listen to it.
[âHey, hunâ, itâs been a while, you okay? If you donât call in the next twelve hours or so then Iâm calling the police- even if most of them are useless as hell, I know more of them will look, since they know who you are and all that. But I swear if that asshole did anything to you then heâs got another thing coming, and I know you donât like to fight, but please, for the love of god, just sucker punch that creep in the face if you have to. He looks like he could use one, and an extra hard one at that.â She takes a moment to sigh, clearly frustrated - which her tone made very clear - but you could sense a little worry, âBut, seriously. Just get back to me when you can, and you better be safe, alright? Listen to my other voice message if you havenât already, talk to you soon, bye.â]
Just hearing Jessicaâs voice made you feel a bit better, and some of what she said got a little laugh out of you. She always tried to look after you, and with what just happened â you couldnât be more grateful for it.
So, you did as told, and listened to the other voice message she had left you, curious as to what she had wanted you to know about.
[âHey, itâs Jess, darlinâ. I hope youâre not still with that guy, but if you are then just remember what I told you, okay? Well, anyway, Cece came by, and is waiting for you in the diner, and barely awake at that. So just come by and pick them up, since- well, Iâd send âem home on their own but honestly I doubt theyâd be able to make it there themselves. Iâm a little surprised they were even able to reach this place- but you get the jist. Come by, but if youâre still with that guy? I can wait, just hurry up because a girlâs gotta get her beauty sleep. See you, bye.â]
⌠Oh, well, guess you had to make a stop on your way home, then. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in your bed and just sleep, but itâs not like the walk to the diner was long anyway, and besides, it was on the way back to your apartment, so you couldnât really complain.
With that, you made a turn and headed towards the diner. Still processing and taking in everything as you do so â but when you feel more tears begin to well up, you push it to the side, and tell yourself that youâll handle it later. No matter how short or long that interaction was, it drained you, and you desperately needed rest. Maybe it wasnât the most healthy decision to make, but you couldnât handle doing anything else right now, so itâd have to wait. Besides, with how tonight went, you definitely didnât want to think about Dick and the others at the moment â they didnât deserve it, anyway.
Thankfully, you reached the diner in no time, and itâs only when Jessica stops you at the door do you even realize that your soaked⌠which makes sense but you feel a little embarrassed when she points it out nonetheless, and says how she loves you but doesnât want to have to clean the floor again when her shift has been over for about a half hour. Cece was sitting at the counter, and perks up when you enter, giving a sleepy smile before standing up and making their way over to you. Both of you thank Jessica as you take your leave â but not before you wish her a good night and say your usual goodbyes, even if she does make a point about how you and her will talk later. Hell, she even sneaks in how you almost looked like her after her breakup with Michael which⌠ouch, you can only imagine how awful you really look if that was the case â but it also only fully confirmed that you were talking to her about what happened no matter what.
Still, you were grateful that she left it at that, and didnât pry anymore as she finally let you and Cece go home. The walk to the apartment â or, rather, the short run there â since you and Cece ended up sharing their jacket as cover from the rain, and they had a funny idea as you both held it over your heads, and⌠well, one thing led to another â and it's safe to say it turned out to be rather eventful. Ending with you and Cece laughing in front of your apartment building once you reached it, huddled in front of the small entrance â Cece ending up being partially soaked despite their best efforts, and of course, youâre beyond drenched.
Once you reach your shared home, Cece, despite barely being awake, basically shoves you into the shower once you're both a little more settled, and you just do as told â more than a little tired yourself in numerous ways, and definitely not in the mood to argue. When youâre clean and in a new set of clothes, you and Cece talk a little. They try to ask why you had been out, but you just say you ran into someone â though it wasnât anyone important, and that it wasnât something to worry about â with them just accepting that answer, much to your relief.
The rest of the evening becomes a bit of a blur after that, with you and Cece just talking some more here and there, sharing a few laughs that really helped brighten your mood and made you forget all about what had happened. The pain becomes dull, and that bright fire in your chest finally dies out - leaving behind a warmth that wasnât burning or suffocating, but instead comforting and painless. One you welcomed graciously and with open arms as you felt yourself relax more and more.
Eventually, Cece turned in for the night, and as they headed back into their room, you did one last check of the apartment â making sure all the windows were not only locked, but that the curtains were closed. Going as far as to check the front door a few times just to make sure that it was really locked. Even if none of what you did would really stop any of them from getting in - it put your mind at ease a little, and really, thatâs all you could hope for.
With that, you finally settled into bed, and fell asleep faster than you had in years.
For once, you hoped youâd never wake up as your worries and fears felt so far away, and reality was out of reach â even if it laid just beyond your closed eyelids. As much as you hoped for a better morning, more than anything, you hoped that youâd just sleep the week away if you could help it. God knows you needed the rest, or at least it felt like you did.
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Dick had no such luxury.
The night became a blur after you had left, and he barely remembers even meeting up with the rest of the family once everything was said and done. He couldnât tell how long he had been standing in that park all by himself, thinking of everything you had told him and looking at the little pieces of your existence that still remained behind.
All he knows is one thing led to another, and now heâs here â sitting on top of a roof with everyone else both simultaneously chastising him and trying to discuss what they should do now. Though Dick couldnât bring himself to pay attention, since the events that had unfolded moments prior replayed in his mind like a broken record, torturing him slowly as his brain reminded him of all of the mistakes heâs made tonight. He canât understand why he said half of what he did, especially because he didnât mean it. He didnât mean to blow up like he did â especially in front of you, and when you were clearly hurting and frustrated on top of that. The only thing Dick wanted to do in that moment was stop both of you from arguing, and it seems that his mouth ran off to do just that before he could think of a better way to do it. Now leaving him like this, and things worse off than they were before.
Point is, Dick felt like shit, and he knew he deserved it. Though the rest of the family definitely werenât helping him out in that regard.
âHow the hell did you even fuck this up, Dick?â Jason asks, his tone so heated it sounds like it couldâve come from the depths of hell itself â and all just to burn his older brother.
âI knew I shouldâve gone instead, this wouldâve never happened-â Tim canât help but mumble to himself, arms crossed as he sighs, frustrated â but not completely at Dick. If there was a moment for him to really believe he shouldâve kept your address and apartment number to himself, it was definitely now.
âWait- so⌠what do we do now?â Stephanie asks, concerned over what happened, and that Dick hasnât really said anything about it to them â even if all of them can tell it went poorly.
Damian just sighs, his arms crossed as well as he looks at Dick before looking to the others, âTake matters into our own hands, obviously.â
âWhile I agree that something should be done, is it really a good idea to act now?â Barbara pitches in, not entirely sure of what Damian was talking about, but not liking the implications of it all the same. Something about it just didnât feel right to her, nor did the look he gave her.
âOf course. Now that theyâre presumably heading to their apartment, we can just-â before Damian can finish what he was going to say, Cassandra covers his mouth, cutting him off swiftly which annoys the little Robin enough to shove her hand away and give her a scrutinizing look, âwhat?â
Cassandra just shakes her head, and instead begins to sign something, basically saying how they donât know if you're even at your apartment, and by the time they find out where you actually are, itâll probably be morning. Even mentioning how since you know that they know where you live, you probably wouldnât even be there anymore. Which just causes Damian to huff in response. She had a point, and he knew it, but he wasnât going to admit it out loud.
Still, despite that Jason spoke up again, âActually, I agree with the little twerp. Nowâs a good a time as any to get them home.â
â... You can't be serious, right?â Barbara asks, now getting a little concerned over what Jason meant as well, and the half-shrug he gave did little to reassure her or calm her nerves that were slowly beginning to rise.
âWhy not? Theyâre still out there doing god knows what- who knows where in the dead of night,â he points out, giving Barbara a little glance, âit anything, I just see more of a reason to get them before anything else happens.â
âJason, do you even hear yourself right now.â
âWhat? Is it a crime to be worried for my god damn family now?â
âJason.â Bruceâs voice pierces through the air, cutting through the tension before anyone else can speak up or give their two cents. Almost as if just his voice alone was enough of a barrier between those who wanted to get you home, those that didnât, and the few who didnât know where they stood at the moment.Â
Regardless, itâs enough for Jason to stand down, if only temporarily as Bruce turns to Dick â whoâs still out of it, and staring at the ground just before his feet.
âDick,â Bruce calls out, which only gets him a subtle glance, with Dick not even bothering to pick up his head â or maybe he just couldnât, no one could tell except for the one person among them who was much too fluent in body language. âWhat do you think?â He asks simply, narrowing his eyes a little when his eldest son grows quieter somehow.
Dick fidgets with the coffee cup in his hands, its warmth long gone, and yet he still runs a finger or two along the side as if it was still there. He doesnât know why he grabbed it, but now he almost couldnât find it in himself to let it go. It was yours, after all, if only for a brief moment â and even if all it did was serve as a reminder of his faults, it reminded him of you, and right now? Thatâs all he could ask for. Dick canât explain it, but itâs like by holding the cup and having it with him, he had a small part of you with him. Since, sure, while you had left it during your⌠âdisputeâ with him, it had come from a place you liked and he could only assume that it was just how you liked your coffee. It was silly, but holding it made him feel close to you, and thatâs all he wanted at the moment. To be close.
⌠It takes him a beat or two before he responds, and even then he seems unsure of himself â but remembering what had transpired minutes ago is enough to set his mind straight.
âI think⌠we should give them some time, and⌠a bit of space too for a while.â Dick manages to say hesitantly, tapping the cup lightly as he still holds onto it.
That seemed to quiet everyone down for a moment, until Stephanie eventually asks the question on everyoneâs mind.
âJust how badly did things go, Dick?â
He couldnât answer that, he didnât want to, so he remained silent. However, Cassandra could tell, and found herself just as divided as she felt the moment she first saw him. She didnât know what she wanted to do more â throw Dick off the roof, or go looking for you herself. Maybe sheâd try to do both if Bruce wasnât right there.Â
âSo, what? Do they hate us now or something?â Jason says sarcastically, but with how Dick tenses a little his tone turns harsher, â... You canât be serious.â
âDick- please tell me you didnât screw things up that badly. Please tell me that you didnât make things worse!â Tim almost begs, desperate to be wrong and hoping that his eldest brother hadnât made things worse â that there was still a small chance.
Sure, they didnât expect things to go great, but none of them really believed that they would go so horribly!
âLook, just-â Dick takes a short breath, looking at the cup in his hands in quiet defeat before glancing away, âI think we should give them some time to themself is all.â
Jason can only scoff as he crosses his arms, âI knew I shouldâve gone instead, they wouldâve been home right now.â
âI believe me and father wouldâve handled the situation much better,â Damian states, as if it would lead to the only positive outcome should he and Bruce had gone instead.
âI knew I shouldâve kept my mouth shut and just gone over by myself- stupid! Stupid! Stupid!â Tim curses under his breath, looking away as he continues to mumble to himself â expression growing increasingly darker and the air around him shifting into⌠something indescribable.
Cassandra seemed just about ready to rip something apart, and Stephanie was getting nervous from how the others seemed to be reacting, only able to stutter out a small, âG- guys? Maybe we shouldnât be talking about this right now-â
âI agreeâŚâ Barbara chips in, her own concerns only growing as she looks at the family, but tries to help Stephanie out nonetheless, âWhatâs done is done, and we should be trying to figure out what to do from here on out.â
Damian scoffs, âRight, like that will be easy with brother being silent about everything.â Dick could only look away in response, taking a small sip of the coffee in his hands, finding a little bit of comfort in its taste. It was cold, and wasnât how he usually got his done â but itâs how you liked it, and that was enough from him to like it too.
A small argument seemed to spawn from that alone, with some now going back and forth yet again on what to do â Cassandra, Jason, and Damian pretty adamant about wanting to bring you home, with Barbara, Stephanie, and Dick more keen on waiting and giving you space â even if Dick was definitely more quiet about his stance, still thinking about⌠whatever was on his mind. Tim didnât seem to engage much in the arguing either, and instead seemed to be dealing with his own thing as he kept mumbling to himself, leaving Bruce to be stuck listening to all of the nonsense until he finally got fed up with it.
âQuiet down, all of you.â He states firmly, voice cold and harsh as he shuts everyone up without even moving an inch. His eyes seemed to judge all of them as he looked at everything before sighing, and making the decision for everyone.
âWeâll give them time, and stand down for now.â He says, his tone alone indicating that there would be no arguing on this. What he said was final, and everyone would be smart to follow along with it, no matter where they stood. Still, he turned to look down at the city, and caught the faintest glimpse of your apartment building in the not-so-far distance. âbut if anything happens, then weâll act accordingly.â
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UNKNOWN TO ME AND YOU | Alastor x reader
Summary: As Alastor's shadow starts to act strangely, hidden feelings are brought to light.
This wonderful story was written from @lustylita's wonderful idea! The story is completely theirs; I just had the pleasure of putting it into words. Their original post can be found here.
Tags: Alastor x gn.reader, hidden feelings, angst
The last couple of weeks have been very strange to you.Â
Well, stranger than the hotel usually was.Â
Over the past few weeks, you have helped your best friend, Charlie, with her little passion project. The Hazbin Hotel -Â your only chance at redemption!Â
While you couldn't say that you inherently believed in her dream, you would have been a poor friend if you hadn't tried to help herâemphasis on tried. Growing up within Hell's elite, where someone always handed you everything on gold platters, didn't foster any usable skills that could help run a severely understaffed hotel. The very thought of having to clean your own room had almost immobilised you.
Did you really need to vacuum the walls and the ceilings every week? How did the cleaning staff back at your parents' manor even do it? The manor was huge!Â
Thankfully, you had not been forced to clean for long because shortly after Charlie had opened the hotel for business, an unwanted guest had come knocking at the door. Alastor and his somewhat reluctant companies, except for Niffty, who seemed to thrive in the chaos, quickly made themselves at home in the hotel.Â
The same night they arrived, you and Vaggie had sat Charlie down in their room and begged the princess not to let the radio demon stay. After all, the tales of his deeds had even reached your family's manor in the Envy ring of Hell. But Charlie had been persistent, saying that maybe by staying in the hotel, she could change his ways. You loved your friend; you really did, but sometimes you wanted to shake some sense into her violently.Â
There was nothing you could do about the radio demon and how he just took over many of the work duties you had at the hotel. Waltzing in as if he owned the hotel, he had taken one look at your work and deemed it unsatisfactory.Â
"No, no, let me do it, doll!" he would say condescendingly, making rage lick up your spine, "We would want this to be done well for Charlie, now, wouldn't we?"Â
You had lost count of all the times you fantasised about grabbing a chair and introducing it to his face.Â
He made you feel incompetent, and worst of all, he was right. Most of the work you had done that he had redone was of better quality, more detailed, and better planned. If you had been a weaker demon, you would have given up, apologised to Charlie and gone home to your parents, but so, if the heavens would be your witnesses, you were going to crush that smug little bastard of a sinner!Â
And so began your imaginary battle with Alastor about who could be the best executive producer. If you had asked Alastor, he would not have had any clues about what you were doing, only that it finally seemed like you were taking your job seriously. That said, he still did not like you. You were a spoiled little demon brat who had never worked a hard day in your life, and worst of all, you were sloppy with your work.Â
But time kept ticking. The days passed, the hotel was filled with new residents, and somehow, you and Alastor were able to work together. Nevertheless, you only managed to do it by never being near each other, which worked wonderfully for you because the man could actually be quite okay when he was silent and on the other side of the room. Â
You could have continued to live like this for as long as Alastor decided to live in the hotel. There was just this teeny tiny thing that perplexed you.Â
Alastor's shadow liked to be around you.Â
It had begun quite innocently with the shadow coming over to you one night when you were sitting in one of the armchairs by the fireplace with yesterday's newspaper in your lap since you had started to do the crossword puzzle on the back of the paper. You had been staring at the same clue for what felt like an hour, and you just couldn't figure it out. Out of nowhere, a shadowy finger had tapped on the clue to get your attention, and when you looked up, two empty holes for eyes had looked back at you with the biggest twisted grin full of teeth you had ever seen.Â
"Fuck! Don't do that!" you whispered forcefully, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet that finally had fallen over the hotel lobby. "What do you want?"Â
Prepared to be bothered any second now by the radio demon, you got even more confused when the shadow started doing pantomimes. Why in the seven Hells was it swimming across the wall?
You looked on as the shadow began to swim back to you, tapped on the clue and started to swim again.
"Swimming? But it has nothing to do with activities! It is something about effort," you said as the shadow returned to you. Since it could not speak, the shadow just started to nod its head and tapped on the clue again.Â
"Is it a word derived from the word swimming?" you asked hesitantly as the shadow continued to nod.Â
You turned back to the clue before youâa word for no effort needed and swimming.
"Swimmingly?" you asked the shadow, who gave you an even bigger sinister smile and nodded again before it disappeared up the stairs. Again, you were left in the lobby with only the crackling fire as a company, looking over at the stairs after the strange entity that was Alastor's shadow.
The next couple of weeks just grew more and more strange with every day. Out of nowhere, Alastor's shadow started to just interact with you. It began as innocent waves to you behind Alastors back, and at first, you wouldn't wave back, but when you saw how sad the shadow got if you didn't return its greeting, you started to wave back to it. On a few occasions, Alastor had caught you in the act, which quickly prompted you to swat the air around you as if you were trying to get rid of a fly.
When the waves weren't enough for the shadow, it started to appear around you, helping you in various ways. Once, it even helped you find some important paper you needed for your job that you were convinced Alastor had hidden from you.Â
It turned out that Alastor's shadow was much more pleasant company than its physical part, and you often welcomed the shadow's help with your crosswords during the evenings.
However, you were again thrown for a loop when the shadowed behaviour started to change. It began to interact with you even more, seeking you out during the day and staying for long periods at a time, just hanging around you or observing what you were doing.Â
One day, it had even brought you a blueberry muffin from the bakery you liked across town. You had no idea how it had even done that. For all you knew, shadows were not physical things and could not interact with the physical world. However, you were promptly proven wrong when Alastor's shadow took your own shadow's hand and pulled you down the hallway to show you the roses that had started to bloom outside of the hotel.Â
It was a paradox, a mystery that intrigued you. Alastor's shadow, a creature of darkness, was surprisingly sweet, charming, and, at times, downright romantic. How could such a lovely thing be attached to such a vile being?
It had been like any other day. Alastor's shadow had found you in your office early in the morning, going through all the paperwork that needed to get done that day. In its shadowy hand, it held one blueberry muffin and your favourite coffee mug with a sleepy bear on it, along with the text Bearly Awaken written underneath.Â
The coffee had been divine because, somewhere, the shadow had learned to make a cup of coffee exactly how you wanted it.
You continued with your day in the presence of Alastor's shadow, walking together down the corridor, through the lobby, and out the front door as you chatted with the shadow. You had gotten quite good at interpreting its pantomimes and overexaggerated emotions and often found yourself laughing at any antics the shadow pulled.Â
It followed you all day as you walked around the city, picking up the materials Charlie needed for her next exercise with the hotel residents. The shadow even helped you pick out the colours for the ribbons and paints.Â
At one point, the shadow's long finger had brushed against yours. It had been a cold sensation, almost like being touched by mist, but that had not mattered to you as you blushed before looking away. Missing how the shadow practically folded in on itself when it saw your reaction.Â
Was it possible to date a shadow and not the being it was attached to?Â
The sun was setting when you and Alastor's shadow got back to the hotel. The lobby was almost empty except for Husk, who was polishing martini glasses by the bar. As soon as he saw the two of you enter the hotel, Husk leapt over the bar and rushed over to you.Â
"I don't know where the fuck the two of you have been, but you need to leave now before he finds out that your back," Husk whispered to you as he gripped your arm to turn you around towards the door.Â
"And you!" he said towards the shadow, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"Â Â
The shadow made a high-pitched whine as it stepped closer to you. You were about to ask Husk what he had meant when a loud voice boomed inside the hotel.
"Where are you?"
Husk's hand tightened around your arm as he started to pull you towards the door. You followed after him, paralysed by action, as a stone of fear got stuck in your throat. The shadow looked at you, then back at the stairs and then back at you again with anxious eyes.Â
Loud steps could be heard from the hallway above the staircase, and Alastor's shadow began to be dragged towards the stairs as if by an invincible force. It desperately dug its claws into the ground, and the shadow let out a wailing scream as it looked at you with big, pleading eyes.Â
Alastor was calling his shadow back to him.Â
The shadow continued to fight the force of its master's call, leaving deep claw marks on the floor, and, as if a gunshot had been fired at the room, the force wholly let go of the shadow. The shadow rushed back to you, where it clung to your body like a second skin.Â
"Get back here, you disgraceful thing!" Alastor could be heard shouting as a massive hand gripped the hallway doorframe and pulled itself forward. It was the hand of Alastor's most demonic form.Â
Beside you, Husk had begun to shake as his claws dug into your skin.
"You need to run. Now!" he tried to push you towards the door, but it was too late. From around the corner, Alastor stepped from the dark into the light, but as he stepped forward, he shrank in size. Still, he looked terrifying.Â
His eyes were a deep red with volume controllers as irises, hiding any emotions he may have had. His antlers had grown in size, sharp and imposing, making the sinner look almost regal as he sauntered down the stairs.Â
"Thank you, Husker." he said, his voice dripping in venom, "I can take over now."Â
Husk was about to protest loudly when he disappeared in a puff of red smoke, and you were left alone with the enraged sinner.Â
"What do you think you are doing?" Alastor snarled as you started to shake where you were standing. A small whine could be heard beside your neck as the shadow clung closer to you. Â
"I don't know..."
"I'm not talking to you!" Alastor's look silenced you but confused you for a second before you saw his eyes drop down to your neck, where the shadow hid.Â
"Come back here and stop resisting," Alastor snarled again and stepped towards you. The shadow gave away a low whine as it clung closer to your body, and you realised it didn't want to return. In a fit of temporary insanity, you placed a protective hand over the arms of the shadow around you and stepped away from the sinner.
"No!"Â Â
"What do you mean no? It's my shadow," asked Alastor as he looked back at you in confused rage.
"He doesn't want to be with you anymore," you snapped and turned your nose up. You stepped to the side to walk around the sinner, effectively walking away with his shadow, but as you walked past Alastor, his hand shot out, and he tried to grab your arm. But you were faster; with your other hand, you slept Alastors hand away from you and the shadow.
"Will you stop it! Don't you understand that we want nothing to do with you, so just leave us alone!"Â
With determined steps, you started walking over to the staircase to get as far away from the deer demon as possible. However, you didn't get far until you felt the shadow clung even more to you as it let out a pitiful sob. Its head had fallen over your shoulder as it looked up at you with longing eyesâa gaze it shouldn't be giving you since you had just saved it from its cruel master.
"What's the matter?" you asked it as you tried to caress its cheek, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw something that you never thought you would see.Â
Without a smile and ears hanging low against his head, Alastor looked at you with the same miserable longing that the shadow looked at you with. And that's when you remember something your mother used to say to you when you were a child, a long time ago.Â
Our deepest desires, our most precious wishes and longings, hide in our shadows. Everything we want follows us within our shadows as the weights of our souls. Â
You wanted to kick yourself for being so foolish, for not understanding until now. Maybe a small part of you had always known, but it had been easy to ignore in your imaginary rivalry with the sinner. But a shadow never lies. Even the ones who can think and act on their own. They will always mirror their owner's heart's wishes and act upon them when the host won't take charge of getting what they desire.Â
"You're in love with me," you whispered. It was not a question but a statementâa statement that seemed to hang in the air for an eternity but not long enough.Â
âHow? What? When?â you asked, desperate for answers.
Alastor walked hesitantly towards you, looked you deep into your eyes and did something you never thought he would do. He kissed your cheek.Â
Your breath hitched in your throat as his warm lips softly touched your cheek, and when he pulled away, you could still feel their presence against your skin. As if you were branded by their sweet touch.Â
"Come now," was the last thing he said to his shadow as he walked around you and back up the stairs. Alastor's shadow made a melancholic chirping noise before it let go of you and followed its master.
You were left alone in the big hotel lobby. Wishing that it was your lips Alastor had kissed and not your cheek.
PART 2.
I really hope it lived up to the expectations, but I loved writing it! It got a lot more angsty than I first intended...
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Sleeping Bag (Joel Miller x Reader)
Word count: 1.7K
Summary: you canât get comfortable in your sleeping bag, so joel invites you into his
Tags: age gap (mostly implied), anxiety, fluff, protective/caring!joel, comfort, cuddling, sharing a sleeping bag (instead of the one bed trope lol), kissing (forehead and lips), itâs just cute short and fun
A/N: simple and quick, inspired by ep 4 when joel and ellie were in sleeping bags in the woods, but no explicit spoilers. Iâve been wanting to write for joel since episode one and finally got an idea. pretty sure more will be coming soonâŚ
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After sleeping in a bed in the QZâs for years, suddenly trying to get comfortable in a sleeping bag on the ground was proving difficult for you.
What a spoiled thought to have, right? Well, it wasnât just that. You were out in the open woods. There could be infected anywhere. They could come for you any second. How could you close your eyes and rest peacefully knowing you were no longer behind the barrier walls?
Ellie was already asleep, you could hear her light snores. Your back was facing him, but you assumed Joel was asleep as well given his stillness. You rolled from your side to your back and sighed.
You had to sleep. You shouldâve been tired. You and Joel had taken turns driving, although since you didnât have much driving experience Joel became concerned when you began to struggle with the gear shift and mixed up the pedals (it only happened once but he couldnât let it go). Joel had grown exhausted and didnât want to stress you out by making you drive without him as backup/support, so you all stopped for the night. He was thoughtful like that; even if he was a bit grouchy sometimes.
You turned from your back to your other side, eyes landing on Joel. He was facing you, eyes closed, breathing steadily. The older man actually seemed to be at peace. He only looked like that when he was asleep. The moment he woke up, you knew heâd have that slight pout and furrow of his brows that youâd become accustomed to.
If Joel caught you staring, you wondered what heâd say. You could never pinpoint the way he viewed you. Friend? Daughter? Burden? Youâd be way more okay with the previous two as long as it wasnât the third. Although if you were being honest with yourself, you hoped it was none of the above.
Despite his age and his tough nature, you had a thing for Joel. Like, a thing. Feelings, attraction, affectionâwhatever you wanted to call it. Definitely a crush. Love? Maybe. It was a little bit confusing, but nothing in this life was simple.
Joel had taken you under his wing a while back and looked after you. He was incredibly protective and even if he wasnât the best with expressing himself, Joel cared for you. He made you feel safe. He was there for you when you had no one else.
You rolled to your other side. Then back. Simply put, tossing and turning. The thought that you were being loud donât even cross your mind untilâ
âWhat are you doing?â Joelâs voice caught your attention.
You let out a sigh, feeling bad that youâd woken the man up. You turned back to face him. âI canât sleep,â you confessed.
âI can tell,â he murmured. âDo you plan on rolling around all night?â
You frowned to yourself. âI'm sorry.â
Joel exhaled softly and even in the dark, you could see the sympathy in those deep brown eyes of his. You hadnât realized that subconsciously, youâd moved closer to him.
âItâs okay.â He had a soft spot for you, even though heâd probably deny it.
âIâll try and be⌠still, I guess.â You knew you werenât going to be able to sleep. âJust go back to sleep, Iâll be fine.â That was a lie.
âNo,â he decided after a moment. You furrowed your brows. âYou need sleep too.â
âI canât get comfortable,â you replied. You let a few seconds pass before adding, ââŚand Iâm too anxious.â
âIâm not gonna let anything happen to you,â Joel promised like if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that.
It meant a lot, it really did. But you huffed out a humorless laugh and went to a worse case scenario. âYouâre all the way over there. If an infected wanted to get me, it could. Before you could stop it.â
Joel was quiet for a few beats. You hadnât meant to insult him, but it was true. It didnât matter how safe you felt with him there. They were faster than him. Faster than anyone.
âSo then come over here,â Joel offered, voice still thick with sleep. It sounded incredibly enticing.
The image of you crawling into his sleeping bag crossed your mind faster than you could stop it. You had to do a double take. âLike⌠scoot over there?â you tried to clarify inconspicuously.
âIf youâre against sharing with me.â
So, he had meant what youâd hoped for. Your heart skipped a little beat and you swallowed.
âIâm not.â
All Joel did was hum. You unzipped your sleeping bag and left the warmth. Joel was ready and waiting when you moved over to him, enveloping you into the safety of his sleeping bag and heavy arms. You wiggled around a little bit until you got comfortable. For the first time since youâd left the QZ, it didnât take long.
âThank you,â you mumbled softly, trying to keep your breathing calm. Being so close to Joel was causing you to become less focused on sleep and more focused on the way his breath sounded so close to your ear.
âMmhhmm,â he hummed from deep in his throat with closed lips. You thought it was going to be left at that, but then you heard his gruff voice. âI know itâs been hard on you.â You opened your mouth to deny it, but he continued. âEven if youâre too stubborn to admit it beyond makinâ snarky comments.â
You took in a breath. He got you on that one, and you both knew it. âSince when do you know me this well?â
âSince always,â Joel pointed out. âYouâre easy to read.â
âFor you maybe.â
âYeah, for me,â he agreed, sounding pleased with himself. Joel was silent for a long moment, listening to the soft rustle of your body as you gazed around your surroundings. The grass, the trees, the darkness⌠âIâm sorry for being so selfish.â
The sudden apology confused you. âWhat?â
âYouâve never been outside of the QZ before, and for good reason,â Joel started. âItâs a scary world out here and I shouldnât have subjected you to it. I shouldnât have brought you along.â
His voice was full of guilt that seemed to come out of nowhere, but given all he had to say you suspected heâd been carrying it since you left.
âI wanted to come with you,â you assured him. You never second guessed that decision despite everything that had happened so far. âWhere is this coming from?â
âYouâre scared and itâs my fault.â You could hear the deep frown in his voice.
âYouâre the reason I feel safe right now,â you said without a second thought. It was true. You wanted him to know that. There was something you wanted to know too, now, and you couldnât help but ask. âDo you not want me here?â
âI do,â Joel confessed. âThatâs why Iâm selfish.â There was a pause but you didnât dare speak. âI didnât want to be away from you.â
A wave of realization crashed over you.
You wiggled around, turning until you were facing him. You offered him a soft, delicate smile that you hoped he could see despite the dark.
âIt almost sounds like you care about me. A lot,â you couldnât help but tease.
âYou know I care about you,â Joel stated, like it was the most obvious thing. Maybe heâd tried to cover it up in the past, but someone would have to be blind to not see that you meant something to Joel.
âI care about you too,â you admitted with much more ease. He knew, though.
Joel, in an uncharacteristically soft gesture, pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could hardly believe it. But it felt nice. You liked the affection. And coming from someone like Joel who never let their guard down, it was significant enough to leave you speechless.
âItâs gonna be daylight soon,â he muttered. âYou should try and get some sleep.â
âYeah, okay,â you agreed with a slight nod. âJust⌠one more thing.â It took everything you had to be brave enough to say that, and to do what you were going to do next.
There was basically no space between the two of you, but you managed to bring your hand up to Joelâs face and cup his jaw. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Joel didnât hesitate to kiss you back. He took charge, but it wasnât surprising. He had a dominating presence and was rough around the edges, you didnât think heâd be delicate with you.
Not that you minded.
His lips moved against yours, almost in a frenzy. Like he was scared youâd slip away from him. It was so needy, so passionate. You wished you wouldâve done this much, much sooner
Joel found the willpower to break away from the kiss before you. You wouldâve happily lost consciousness in order to kiss him for just a few more moments. But then youâd worry him, and you hated to see Joel worry.
But you didnât see worry when you looked into his eyes. You saw a hint of wonder. You were both staring into a new beginning as you gazed upon one another. He was panting a little, both of your soft breaths intertwining.
âYou need sleep,â he reminded you.
Of course he still couldnât drop the protector role. He wasnât wrong about that, either. You smiled to yourself, the feel of his lips still ghosting yours despite the distance. You twisted in the sleeping bag without a word, knowing that youâd never be able to sleep facing Joel. Youâd probably be too busy staring at himâŚ
So yeah, you laid with your back to his chest and closed your eyes. His arms held you tight against his firm body. Not only providing warmth, but security as well.
âGoodnight,â Joel mumbled to you, already dozing back off. You could hear the soft smile in his voice despite the tiredness. It seemed easier for him to sleep wherever, although you liked to think you were bringing him some kind of comfort as well. With the way he held you against him it wouldnât be an unrealistic thought.
âGoodnight, Joel,â you replied softly, finally able to relax your breathing. The feel of Joelâs body pressed against you, his strong arms around youâit felt like a dream. Safe and sound, away from the dangers that lie not far off. And soon enough, you were finally able to close your eyes and fall into a peaceful sleep.
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Summary : People believe Oscar is thirdwheeling your relationship with Logan. However, they'd be wrong.
Pairing/s: Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri x Reader
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Your relationship with Oscar and Logan had never been one that was shared with the world, and for the longest time, all three of you just assumed it would never be shared with the world. Oscar was more than happy about that. He wasnât the kind of guy looking for public displays of affection towards him from either you or Logan but when Logan confessed that he wanted to go public Oscar pushed for you and Logan to go public and let fans see him as the third wheel.Â
You had obviously argued with the idea. You understood why Oscar didnât want to. They raced in so many countries where being in any kind of ânon standardâ relationships would get them banned or arrested, but you could also see where Logan was coming from. He wanted to show you both off.Â
You, Oscar and Logan had grown up together karting in England. You canât actually remember how the relationship between the three of you came around. You had started off as enemies, then moved to friends and all of a sudden became boyfriends and girlfriends. While you couldnât exactly complain, it would have been nice to have a fun story to tell the grandkids in the future. Maybe one of them had the story hidden somewhere.Â
You personally had stopped racing many years ago after seeing how much one season in Formula 4 cost your parents. Deciding that while you wanted to stay in racing, there were many other ways to do that. So you stopped putting your parents through the financial burden of racing and put them through the financial burden of university.Â
You couldnât lie, it did get you somewhere. Between university and an apprenticeship with Aston Martin and all the previous names they went by, you were set for the Formula One world. While you expected to be behind the scenes in the technology campus, you were more than surprised when Lawrence Stroll himself asked you to join them on race weekends.Â
Who were you to say, no? Being at the racetrack every weekend and getting to support your boyfriends in person. So here you were walking through the Imola paddock. Oscar and Logan chatting as you trailed slightly behind reading the news on your phone, not paying much attention to what was being said.Â
âYou okay?â Logan asked as they both stopped walking. You looked up with a nodÂ
âHmm? Yeah! Sorry. I was reading the news about back homeâ You shrugged, and they nodded, continuing to walk, obviously deciding it was a good enough answer considering you do it quite often. They boys stopped outside the Mclaren garage without an indication they were going to stop, causing you to bump into Oscarâs solid back. His hands instantly coming around to stop you from fallingÂ
âCarefulâ He chuckled as you huffed, straightening your Aston Martin shirt and slipping your phone into your pocket.Â
âNext time, tell me we're about to stopâ You complained, and Logan laughed, saying his final byes to Oscar. Your hand gently brushed against Oscarâs own hand.Â
âBe safe out thereâ You smiled up at him, causing him to nodÂ
âYou know I will beâ He smiled, allowing you and Logan to continue your walk. Logan blabbering about how he thought the race was going to go and just about everything until you got to the Aston Martin garage.Â
âBe safe out thereâ You told him, and he nodded with a smileÂ
âIâll do my bestâ He smiled, walking off as you walked inside the Aston Martin hospitality.Â
âAnd over there just coming in is Y/N. Sheâs late, but we donât tell her thatâ You heard Lance tell a bunch of little kids as you walked over behind him.Â
âHe does tell me that, but I also keep him safe, so he knows when to be quietâ You hummed, sitting down in the chair next to him.Â
When you first started working in AM, you understood why people didnât like Lance Stroll. However, that was just his guard. When you really got to know him and his family, you understood that they were just normal people, and Lawrence just wanted the best for his son.Â
You sat with Lance for a little bit before leaving to the garage to start your own work for the morning. Saying a âhelloâ to Lawrence as you passed him.Â
The rest of the day went as well as it could. Oscar continued to be asked questions about âThird Wheelingâ and Logan. Both Oscar and Logan continued to be asked about what it was like to be the grid kid to you and Lance. How that came about you would never understand. Considering you were newer to this side of the paddock than Oscar and Logan.Â
The race wasnât the best with only one out of three cars coming back in one piece. Logan was a victim of Kevinâs dive bombing. It was a good move realistically if it had worked out correctly, but Logan just happened to miss it in his mirrors and went for a move on the car in front at the same time. Lance was a victim of the car not cooperating and ending up in the barriers. A loose wheel, the mechanics had come back and told you both. Whereas Oscar got to keep his 100% lap completed streak. Still the only one this season.Â
Logan was waiting outside the Aston Martin Hospitality as you sat with Lance going over some basic race data.Â
âHey Loganâs waiting outside for you. Well, I assume it's youâ You looked over before getting upÂ
âIâll just be a momentâ You mumbled as Lance shruggedÂ
âTake your timeâ He leaned back in his seat, obviously not caring about going over the data. However, you hadnât expected him to make a run for it.Â
You walked down to Logan, who reached a hand out to you. Taking his hand on your own. You tilted your head slightly as he wrapped his arms around you.Â
âHey whatâs wrong?â You frowned, pushing some hair out of his face
âJust my team againâ You sighedÂ
âI really wish youâd let me do something about it Logsâ You pressed a kiss to his head where it was lying in the crook of your neck.Â
âYou know I like doing it by myself thoughâ He explained, and you noddedÂ
âI do, but Logs the way that team is treating you is ridiculous. One conversation with your grid grandpa and youâd be sorted for at least a yearâ You joked, getting him to crack a smileÂ
âOh we need to have a word about that. How come Iâve got two dads?â He askedÂ
âHow come Iâm your fucking mum?â You asked and he laughed, his head falling back. You smiled glad you could make him laugh âWhoâs your other dad then?â You asked, having not seen the rumours about itÂ
âButtonâ He shrugged, and you whistledÂ
âHmm Iâm not going to complain about that oneâ You joked, and he tickled your sides, making you push him away. Oscar appeared next to Logans side âOsc save meâ You complained as he just stood there laughingÂ
âI came to steal Logan for a little bitâ He shrugged, and you noddedÂ
âGo ahead. I need to finish debriefâ You smiled, stepping back a littleÂ
âIâll let you speak to himâ Your eyes widened at Loganâs statement.
âSeriously? Youâll let me speak to Lawrence?â You questioned, and he nodded, turning on his heel and walking away with Oscar. You walked back inside groaning as all Lanceâs stuff was gone. Obviously.Â
âThe kid gone missing?â Fernando asked, and you noddedÂ
âWe were almost done anyway. I guess Iâll just let him goâ You shrugged, and he nodded, glancing to where you, Oscar, and Logan previously stood.Â
âSo whatâs the real story between you three?â He asked as you walked with him. You almost choked on your own spit at the open question
âI erm. Iâ You could feel the heat rising to your cheeksÂ
âIâve seen the three of you behind closed doors. I used to work with Oscar rememberâ You nodded, having briefly forgotten about Oscarâs Alpine days. You looked over at him. It was Nando. You looked up to him throughout your karting days, and here he was asking about your relationship.Â
âWeâre all datingâ You explained quietly as Fernando smiled at you with a hum. You looked up at him, confused as you stopped in the garageÂ
âAre you happy with those two idiots?â He asked, and you nodded with a smile as the blush rose.Â
âVery happy Nandoâ You noddedÂ
âGoodâ And with that, he walked away, leaving you to gather your belongings alone. Once all your belongings were in the bag, you walked towards Lawrence's office. Knocking on the door. The man had been like a second father to you since he took over the company
âCome inâ He called, and you walked into his office, almost like a school kid about to get told off. âAh Y/N. Good race today, no?â He asked, and you noddedÂ
âWould have been better if the wheel stayed on the carâ You shrugged, and he nodded, motioning for you to sit down.Â
âCanât go right all the time unfortunatelyâ He replied, and you noddedÂ
âI guess thatâs trueâ You placed your bag on the floor next to the seat you were now sitting in as he moved around the desk to sit on the same side as you. He didnât like formal meetings youâd found over the years.Â
âSo how can I help you?â He asked, and you let out a shaky breath. You hadnât thought through what you were about to say to him.Â
âItâs about Loganâ You started, and he motioned for you to continue âWilliams isnât treating him well. Actually theyâre treating him like heâs a piece of shit on the grass. And Iâm not the kind of person to come in here and ask for favours, but we know heâs a good driver. We both saw him in the junior formulas, and we can see the differences in his and Albonâs car. Please, Lawrence, is there anything you can do for him?â You asked. Lawrence's eyes softened. Obviously, before moving into the F1 paddock youâd warned him about the relationship, and with an NDA signed, he was more than happy to still have you on the team.Â
âHow bad is it?â He asked and you bit you lip slightlyÂ
âSecrets about Loganâs car, midseason drivers talks. Itâs bad. He wonât tell Oscar or I how bad, but itâs badâ Lawrence shook his headÂ
âThat is bad. Look Iâll speak to Mike, but I canât promise anythingâ You nodded
âThatâs all I ask. It doesnât have to be a seat even if itâs just a reserve or test driver. I know heâd appreciate it especially if they do replace him with an F2 kidâ You sighed, and he nodded
âAnything for my grid grandsonâ He joked, and you laughed, shaking your head
âOh my god. Not you as wellâ You laughed, and he laughed along.Â
âLance was telling me about it. Weird relationship youâve got thereâ You laughed with a nodÂ
âWe were talking about that earlierâ You noddedÂ
âWell Iâll speak to Mike. Give me until Canada. Think it can wait that long?â He asked, and you noddedÂ
âIâm sure it willâ You smiled, going to shake his hand as you both stood up however, Lawrence had other plans, pulling you into a hug.Â
Back at the hotel, you could tell how Logan was feeling just by how he was moping around the room. You shared a knowing look with Oscar. You grabbed your shoes, pulling them on before pressing a kiss to both their lips, leaving Logan confused before walking out. Leaving them both alone.Â
You knew what Oscarâs plan was while you were away, which is exactly why you left without saying a word. Your plan was to go buy a basket for Logan full of things just to cheer him up. Part of yours and Oscarâs master plan every time Logan was feeling down.Â
Returning to the hotel room, you knocked on the door, realising that on your way out, you didnât grab the room key. Oscar pulled the door open, still shirtless, having obviously been in the shower recently.Â
âHeyâ He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you walked into the room.Â
âHey yourselfâ You hummed, glancing towards the bathroom where the shower was running. Placing the bags on the bed as Oscarâs arms wrapped around your waist looking into the bags as you moved all the goodies into a gift basket.Â
Oscar pressed a kiss to your shoulder as you leaned back into him, looking at your handy work with a hum. The shower turned off as you took your shoes off, throwing them next to the pile at the door.Â
You had brought all of Loganâs favourite candy â Italy has a lot of American candy sections â some of his other favourite foods as well as a little teddy bear.Â
âYou forgot something at homeâ Oscar hummed, and you looked at him with a frown. He reached into his pockets, pulling out your rings. You smiled, holding out your hand, letting him slide them onto your ring finger.Â
Logan walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist frowning as he saw the basket sat on the bed.Â
âThought you could do with some cheering upâ You smiled, reaching your hand out for him to join you and Oscar. Your arm setting around his waistÂ
âLawrence is speaking to Mike. He canât promise anything, however itâs better than nothing. But we knew you still needed cheering up. So some of your favouritesâ You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hair before turning his head to kiss Oscar.Â
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How to Adopt a Dead Kid in Three Weeks or Less (Part 2)
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As promised; part 2! I would like to apologize to Dick for the trauma I put him through, but honestly it was really fun for me. Also I love the idea of Danny actually trying to leave, but he keeps getting pulled back into family shenanigans because they decided 'mine now'.
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Duke squints at the mop of black hair, just peeking out of the blanket. When did Tim get in last night? And really? A couch? He usually at least makes it to the batcave and sometimes even his actual room if heâs going to pass out. And what happened to his sneakers? They look weirdly worn and theyâre tucked up under the couch instead of being put away properly. Alfredâs going to be really annoyed when he comes down and finds Tim like this. Duke considers walking away and leaving Dick and Tim to whatever the heck is going on here- it would serve Tim right for being so terrifying about his unhealthy sleep schedule.Â
Yet, just as heâs going to walk away again, he notices that Dickâs not moving. Heâs crouched there, staring at the sleeping Tim with an unreadable expression on his face. Itâs⌠Unnerving.
âDick? Whatâs wrong?â
âTimâs not breathing.â
Is⌠Dick okay? The bags under his eyes arenât as bad at Timâs but he looks like he hasnât slept. Duke can only stare blankly at him. Then at the has-to-be-sleeping Tim. Of course heâs just sleeping- itâs Tim! He consumes his weight in poison on a daily basis; there's no way heâs just gone. But the longer he looks at the should be sleeping form, the more Duke realizes the same thing Dick did. Thereâs no rise in the blanket. No accompanying fall to indicate that the body is breathing and alive.Â
Panic wells up where his heart should be- having dug its way somewhere down near his stomach and was now useless beyond a frantic beating. Oh god oh god oh god- Bruce and Jason flash through his mind. Stephanie- Shit.Â
âTim- Tim wake up!â Unthinkingly, Duke grabs for him, unhearing of the noise Dick makes and- Itâs only his bat training saves Duke from being flung head first into the wall.Â
He twists, feet skidding along the floor and recovers in time to see Tim try to spring up from the couch. Dick snatches their brother mid-jump, and gets wrenched to the side so hard they flip over the back of the couch. Dick bends, ducks and rolls, ends up the other side with Tim in his lap getting the biggest cuddle of his life so easily in a feat that Duke would find impressive later when they all calmed down.Â
âItâs us Timmy! Everythingâs okay, you're safe.â Thankfully, Tim calms down pretty quickly and waits for his brother to get done with his bear hug.
Itâs odd though. Tim doesnât usually sleep if heâs in a bad enough way to freak out like that. Sure thereâs a long list of cases that are ongoing right now, but that usually means so much caffeine Duke can feel his liver cringe in horror. Oh well, the only way to get answers is for their resident caffeine addict to talk, Duke knows he can only wait until their certified Older Brother⢠gets it all out of his system.
Duke plunks down with a sigh, and grunts when he lands on something lumpy. Something that turns out to be a ratty old backpack that looked spiritually connected to those cranky old war veterans you see on sitcoms. Was it for a case? Timâs not exactly a stereotypical rich guy (none of the Waynes were thank god), but any of them would have replaced this thing long before needing to duck tape the corners and shoulder straps like this. He looks over the couch to ask, maybe offer to help and hope Tim actually takes him up on it. But when he makes eye contact, the words die in his throat. Those are blue eyes (icy blue, wide, frozen in fear), and jet black hair (longer than Dickâs, stick up where heâd been nuzzled half to death, scruffy where he hadnât, bangs styled forward in a way none of them had), but thatâs most certainly /not/ Tim.
âDick? Thatâs not Tim.âÂ
âWhat?â
Dick pulls away from the boy in his arms to get a better look at the wrong boy- Duke himself. Who quickly gestures back at the freaked out, curled up kid. This time, when Dick looks, itâs a much more proper look and notices all the reasons thatâs not Tim.
âYouâre not Tim.â Dick said stupidly.Â
âI am not Tim!â The boy jazz hands awkwardly, his arms tucked close, and adds an even more awkward grin to puncture the statement. âYou wouldnât be the first person to think Iâm him if that makes you feel any better.â
Thereâs a beat where none of them move, then Dick leans back with a long drawn-out groan. Before any questions can be asked, Dick âcompletely unnecessary acrobatics at any given timeâ Greyson rocks them both back, laughing at the boyâs squeak, flips forward, and lands on his feet. Only then does he set not-Tim back on his feet with a friendly hair ruffle.
âWhat makes me feel better is that youâre okay. You gave us a bit of a scare there- I thought you werenât breathing.âÂ
âI uh, yâknow. Got a deep R.E.M. sleep?â
Itâs a really dumb answer. Like, really dumb. Itâs clear he never expected to be asked about whateverâs up with him and he doesnât want to give a real answer. Moreover, itâs clear the backpack really is his because those clothes heâs wearing? Every bit as ratty. The shirt heâs wearing is less âwhite and orangeâ and more âoff white, suspiciously stained, and the logo is cracked to hell and back with very little indication of what itâs supposed to beâ. Same with how many tears and faded stains are in the jeans. Also clear, from the way he angles himself, keeping both of them in view, that whoever he is, Duke knows better than he should about all the signs of a street kid.
âYou guys werenât kidding about Bruceâs adoption tendencies.â Duke quickly says. Distracting Dick so he wonât press too fast too soon and scare him off. The others (Jason excluded) are every bit as nosy as said serial adopter is paranoid and it can be a lot. Better to let the new kid acclimate to the manor so heâs not crawling out the window and disappearing into the night. Something Duke thought about doing every time things got to be too much. Which was no less than five times a day.
âIâm not being adopted!â When both Duke and Dick blink in surprise, not expecting the sheer amount of vitriol from Bruceâs latest, he winces and curls back in on himself. âIâm not staying, I mean. I didnât even mean to wind up here- it just sorta, happened? In fact, I should probably get out of here. If you could just-â He makes a grab for the backpack, and Duke lets it go easily. âThanks.â
âHold on hold on-â Dick holds up his hands placatingly. âYou havenât even had breakfast yet! Alfredâs gonna be sad if you donât join everyone.â
Dick gets a stare that says the kid thinks heâs insane- and Duke kinda canât blame him. He also thought the Wayneâs were crazy. Because they were. For literally anyone else, random street kids they found pretty much dead on their couch werenât usually invited to breakfast⌠At least their particular kind of crazy was nice.
âI know that that sounds, but Alfred really does love it when people appreciate his cooking. Iâm Duke by the way.â Duke stands back up, holding out his hand with a smile. Seeing as not-Tim automatically shakes, he guesses the guy did have parents for the better part of his life. âSorry for not introducing myself sooner.â
â... Danny.âÂ
Oh yes, a name really does make everything easier. Duke shakes Dannyâs hand, and he even gives him a little smile.
âAnd everybody calls me Dick!â
âWell, people can be cruel.âÂ
Dukeâs laugh desperately wants out both at Dickâs little puppy pout and Dannyâs mortified expression, but he chokes it back very elegantly.
âYou know, Iâve heard a lot of versions of that joke but somehow it always surprises me.â Dick says with a laugh, and another hair ruffle when Danny grumbles. âCâmon Danny. Letâs get some food in you, you can tell us how you met the old man. Then we get you some new clothes.â
âI like these just fine, thanks.â
âSorry Danny,â Duke says apologetically. Heâs been here long enough to know that stubborn glint in Dickâs eyes. He might insist heâs different than Bruce, and in many ways he is, but Dickâs mother henning is every bit as bad. âHeâs going to pout and whine until you let him buy you something. Can we settle on a new backpack for now?â
Itâs enough of a compromise for Danny to agree to be herded to breakfast. Bruce isnât there, but Tim and Cass are. The real Tim is half asleep into his cereal (and grumbles about the bear hug he gets), and though Cass gives the new kid a curious look, she only stays long enough to grab an egg sandwich. Alfred is more than happy to put a big plate of the best food Duke knows heâll ever eat in his life in front of Danny too- Much to his surprise. Did he really think Bruce would let him stay and not feed him? Hopefully heâd learn that Bruce was a pretty good guy after all and that he was safe here.
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Over the course of the entire day, Duke learns a few more things about their new brother.Â
For starters, Danny could eat. He was surprisingly good at hiding it too. Nibbling here and there and pretending he was eating slow and listening, but the second they pretended they werenât paying attention, heâd stuff a good portion down his throat and refill his plate. Meaning he was able to eat almost four times the amount they would have reasonably expected out of a starving street kid while making it look like he wasnât. It could only mean one thing; Duke knew he had to be a meta. No normal person could pull off either the speed or volume.Â
The two other things he learned concurrently; That Danny was as accident-prone as he was kind.
Despite originally not really wanting to even go to the mall, with Dickâs good natured pestering and Duke mediating, they managed to convince Danny into not just the new backpack, but several new sets of clothes as well. In that time they saw him run into two separate doors- one of which broke his nose. His response? Crack it back into place and worry far more about the blood smear. Not even a few moments later, he was somehow roped into helping some little old lady carry her bags back to the front (they almost lost him there). Next, in the cafeteria, some unruly children knocked their tray and a good portion of it slapped Danny in the face. All he did was smile, clean himself off, and entertain the siblings with Dickâs help so their mom could take a small break and know nobody was in trouble. On the way out, Danny nearly got hit by an actual car helping some other shop-lifting street kids escape from the mall cop by pretending to trip in front of him. When the guy went tumbling into the street, Danny threw himself forward to push him out of the way of an oncoming car.
Getting back to the manor where Danny was moderately safer was a relief. It meant they could hand him off to a much more capable-of-dealing-with-this-crap Alfred and give Duke a moment alone to discuss things with Dick. The conversation went a little like;
âWe need to make sure Danny is never on his own or heâs going to get himself killed. Meta or no meta. Agreed?â
âAgreed. I'll call the others.â
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Back Together | Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader, (husband!Bucky Barnes x wife!reader, dad!Bucky Barnes x mom!reader)
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings/Tags: Bucky being dad and hubby material, fluff, angst maybe?
Summary: Bucky and reader are married and have two girls, but because of Buckyâs work, reader decides to âbreak upâ and have been separated for a few months. (Letâs say that this âjobâ was when the whole thing with John Walker happened in TFATWS, idfk lol)
A/N: so Iâm currently writing a fanfic (on wattpad) and I had this idea, but Iâm not there on the fanfic just yet lol so I decided to just post it here (also, my first language isnât english so if there are any errors or mistakes, Iâm sorry lmao)
The girls are like 4 and 5 years old and those arenât the names I have planned on using for the fanfic, but itâll do for now.. and Steve is alive and well lol (he doesnât make an appearance, but I do mention him, like I said, this idea came as I was writing a fanfic so what I did was try and edit it a little bit so yall donât need context and shit lol just enjoy okay?)
A/N #2: this is my first time doing this so just bare with me please lmao
Itâs almost 10 pm which means Bucky must be on his way to bring the girls back after having them for the weekend. You were away in Seattle the whole weekend for work, but anyways it was Buckyâs turn to stay with the kids. They were supposed to stay with Wanda tonight, but since you arrived earlier than anticipated, you told her that Bucky was gonna bring them over.
Youâre not on the best terms. Actually, youâre broken up at the moment and have been like that for like three months now. It all started because of Buckyâs âjobâ. You always said that he wasnât being careful with the things he did and you didnât like the constant worrying about him every time he went out to do his things. He didnât really see it that way which made you get into a really bad fight and you decided to break up because he wasnât putting his safety, or his family, as a priority and you didnât like that.
Which was kinda true. So youâre currently not living together. Bucky has been staying with Steve, or with Sam whenever he comes to New York. The girls usually stay with you and then Bucky takes them on the weekends, but whenever you canât take them to school (or get them on time) or something on week days, then Bucky takes them without a problem.
âAre you sure you donât want me to pick them up for you?â Wanda asked while on FaceTime with you
âItâs alright, red, donât worry.â You replied âBesides, Buckyâs probably on his way anyway.â
âStill havenât talked?â
âWell we talk, just not about us.â You said walking out of the kitchen
âAnd are you guys still, like, mad or..?â
âI donât know.â You let out a sigh
âSteve told you he got out.â
âI know.â
âSo?â
âI just.. I donât know, I havenât talked to him about it.â
âWell I think you need to.â She said âJust have a little chat and see where things are at.. you guys still love each other.â
And you did. Of course you did. And the girls want you to get back together too. But you just havenât talked about it again.
âI donât know, Iâll think about it.â You replied and just as you said that, you saw the car lights through the window âHeâs here, I gotta go.â
âCall me if you need anything.â
âI will, love you.â
âLove you more.â
You hung up the call and left the phone on the couch before heading to the door. You opened it and saw Bucky walking over to the house holding Olivia, your youngest, in his arms and Eloise was walking right next to him. And the three of them just looked tired as hell.
âHi mommy.â Eloise ran over to you
âHi, pretty girl.â You immediately hugged her
âSay hi to mama, Liv.â Bucky said as he got closer
âHi mama.â Olivia opened her arms wanting you to pick her up so you did
âHi, my angel.â You kissed her cheek
âSorry to bring them so late, we just got out of the cinema.â Bucky said
âBuck, itâs fine, they donât even go to school yet.â You told him âDid you guys have fun?â You asked the girls
âSo much fun!â Eloise replied excitedly âWe also went to the trampoline park earlier.â
âOh well that explains why someoneâs a little more tired than others.â You looked at Olivia and she rested her head on your shoulder
âMommy, can daddy tuck us in tonight, please?â Eloise asked
âBaby, Iâm sure mommy had a really long and tired flight and she just wants to sleep.â Bucky told her
âItâs fine, donât worry about it.â You said âDaddy will tuck you in, sweetheart.â You tucked a few strands of Eloiseâs hair behind her ear
âDaddy, come on.â She grabbed Buckyâs hand
You all went inside and you gave the girls a quick shower before Bucky helped them get in their pjs.
âMommy, are we staying with auntie Wanda tomorrow?â Eloise asked as she got on her bed
âYes, baby, I need to go to work.â You replied
âCanât we stay with daddy?â
âDaddy works too, honey.â You moved her hair out of her face âI thought you liked staying with auntie Wanda.â
âWe do, but we wanted to stay with daddy again.â Olivia spoke
âWell I can pick you up at auntie Wandaâs house when I get out of work, how does that sound?â Bucky told them
âAnd we can get dippin dots too?â Olivia looked at him with puppy eyes
âWe can get whatever you girls want.â He said squishing her cheeks making her giggle
You couldnât help but smile a little. You loved watching Bucky with the girls, he really is an amazing father and they love him like crazy.
âAlright itâs getting super late, time to sleep.â You said to them
âBut mom!â Eloise pouted
âNo buts, listen to your mom.â Bucky said âCome on, get in bed both of you.â
Each of the girls got in their beds and Bucky went and tucked them both. They have their own separate rooms, but theyâre pretty close and theyâve always wanted to sleep in the same room so when the time came and you bought Olivia her big girl bed, Bucky just placed it in Eloiseâs room. Anyways, when the time comes when they get to the point where they donât even want to look at each other, youâll probably make Bucky move Oliviaâs bed back to her room and problem solved. But for now, they absolutely love being in the same room.
âI love you.â Bucky kissed Oliviaâs forehead âAnd I love you.â He then kissed Eloiseâs âSo so much.â
âWe love you too, daddy.â They said
âNow get some sleep because auntie Wanda is coming early tomorrow to pick you up before I leave.â You leaned down to kiss each of them on their heads âI love you both so insanely much.â
âLove you too, mommy.â
âNow go to sleep or Iâll call the slender man.â Bucky said as he turned off the light
He quickly closed the door once you got out of the room and the girls let out a scream that made you both laugh.
âYouâre evil.â You chuckled âCreating them traumas so young.â
âIt gives them strength.â
You rolled your eyes laughing. âOf course.â
You both went downstairs and then Bucky went back to the car to bring back Oliviaâs shoes and a few toys that the girls left in the car. While you put them on the dining table, Bucky was just telling you what they did and how the girls were on the weekend.
âLiv didnât even asked for my help to wipe her after using the bathroom.â
âNo?!â You looked at him kinda shocked
Potty training Eloise was way easier than training Olivia. First she was afraid of the toilet being flushed, then she was afraid that something would come out and bite her, then she didnât want to stay alone while using the toilet. Itâs been a rollercoaster for all of you.
âNo, she did it all by herself.â
âOh my god, really? Iâm gonna cry.â You said with a hand on your chest
âShe said sheâs a big girl and big girls donât need any help to go potty.â
âShe is a big girl.â You said âFuck, theyâre both getting so big.â
âThey are.â He nodded âHow was Seattle?â
âFucking amazing.â You said excited âItâs so pretty.â
âAnd how did it went? Are they planning on transferring you?â
âHell no, I told Nick Iâm not leaving New York.â You replied âIf we were still living in the compound, then this wouldâve been a whole different conversation, but weâre not and we have kids now so no, Iâm not leaving even if they pay me more.â
âWell if they are paying you more then..â he raised his eyebrows
You laughed. âYou know what I mean, idiot.â You rolled your eyes âBut no, Iâm not being transferred.â
âThen why did you go?â
âNick said that they needed someone like me for some training.â You answered âIt was great, I got to teach a few people about self defense, how exciting.â
âIâm glad.â He said with a small smile
He was genuinely happy for you. He knew how much youâve missed working like that. Being an agent, a spy, you missed it. But at the same time, it wasnât really in your plans anymore ever since you got pregnant with Eloise. It happened during the blip as well so you werenât exactly working as an agent or spy anymore so you just decided to leave it behind for good. Until recently.
âYou know, if itâs really what you want, then go for it.â He told you âThe girls arenât stopping you and neither am I.â
âI know, but itâs just that I feel like Iâm on a different stage in life now.â You said âIt felt fucking amazing, donât get me wrong.â
âThen do it, talk with Nick and tell him to put you out there, thatâs what you want.â
âI donât know.â You let out a sigh
âWeâre not going anywhere, you know that, right?â He said and you looked at him âAnd how cool would it be for the girls to say that their mommy is a spy?â
You laughed. âThey will brag about it for sure.â
âAnd the best part is that youâre great at it and always have been.â
âI donât know, Iâll think about it.â You shrugged looking at the time on the stove âItâs getting very late.â You looked at him
âOuch okay, Iâm leaving.â
âOh my god.â You rolled your eyes
âAre we gonna keep this up?â He looked at you
âWhat?â
âThis nonsense.â He motioned his hand between the two of you
âThis nonsense?â You arched an eyebrow âDo I need to remind you whose fault is it that weâre on this position right now?â
âIt couldâve gone so much better, but little miss Iâm extremely petty over here, doesnât like to listen to people and doesnât care about anything other than her opinion.â He said
âOh donât make me mad, James.â You crossed your arms
âItâs the truth and you know it.â
âI think you can go now.â You said turning around and starting to walk away
âSee what I mean?â You heard him say from behind âCanât we just talk about it like normal people?â He asked following you
âI donât think thereâs anything to talk about.â You said turning around to look at him
âWell I think it is.â
âBucky..â
âY/N, come on.â He sighed âItâs been three months, are you gonna keep pushing me away?â
And heâs right, youâve been kinda pushing him away. To be honest, the whole thing couldâve been avoided if Bucky and you came to an agreement, but you never did. You were upset that he was going away with Sam to do all these things that you werenât okay with and you were thinking about the kids, which, at the moment, he wasnât doing and that pissed you off. That was the whole thing. He didnât want to empathize with the way you were viewing the whole situation and he was kinda making you look crazy. Saying things like âitâs not a big dealâ or âeverything will be alright, you donât need to freak outâ.
How does he expect you to not freak out when he doesnât care about doing all this dangerous things? Was he insane?
In other circumstances, if you didnât have kids for example, maybe you wouldâve been a little bit more okay with it, maybe. But itâs a whole different scenario now.
And you were kinda pushing him away, sort of. But it wasnât intentional, itâs just that you were kinda petty and there were times where he wanted to kinda fix things, but you wouldnât let him because you would find a way to push him away unconsciously.
âYou made me feel like I was exaggerating when I clearly wasnât.â You said
âBecause at the moment I did feel that way and I didnât want to view the situation the way you were.â He explained âAnd I know I was wrong for that and Iâm sorry.â
You let out a sigh. âYou still went.â
âI know, Iâm sorry, I shouldâve stayed here with you, I regretted it the moment I left with Sam.â He said âAnd I came back as soon as I could.â
âAnd you stayed with Steve.â You rolled your eyes
âBaby, you wanted to kill me, do you really think I was just gonna come and ask you to take me back after that shit? Like you were just gonna accept me.â
â⌠Well, youâre kinda right.â
âI know, Steve told me you were pissed and that you wanted to punch me.â
âI did tell him that.â You nodded
âIâm sorry, I really am.â
âItâs fine, just forget it, Iâm sick of the topic anyway.â You replied leaning on the back of the couch
âBut are we fine?â He asked
âI donât know, are we?â
âWell Iâd say we are, kinda.â He got closer to you âYou want me to do anything?â
âYou could start by fixing the damn back door.â
âAgain? But I just fixed it a few months ago.â
âWell I think you did it wrong because the doorknob is broken again.â
âI need to change that fucking door already.â He rolled his eyes âAnything else? Are you still mad at me?â
âA little.â You replied
âJust a little?â He moved his hands to your hips âI can help you change your mind.â
âEasy there, soldier.â
âEasy my ass, come here.â
Before you could even protest, his real hand grabbed your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss that screamed need. You really missed his kisses and just the way he would always give you a peck, whenever and wherever, whatever you were doing, he didnât give a single care in the world. This man could see you sitting on the toilet and he still would go and give you a quick kiss.
âGod, Iâve missed you.â He whispered on your lips âIâve missed you so fucking much.â
âI did too.â
âCan we please never fight again?â He gently put his forehead against yours
âAs long as you donât piss me the fuck off doing some stupid shit like that again, weâre good.â
âGood.â He nodded before kissing you again
âAnd I swear to god..â you started saying between kisses âIf I see you again that close to John Walker, Iâm gonna kill you.â
âI know.â He said lowering his hands to the back of your thighs and picking you up
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a/n: should I post the fanfic here? What do we think? Lol (Iâve been thinking about it A LOT lately)
**UPDATE! I ended up uploading the fanfic and here is the masterlist for it lol
Anywaysss, hope you liked this! <3
(Likes and reblogs will be appreciated)
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky x you#marvel#mcu#fluff#bucky barnes x oc#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fic#bucky fanfic#marriage
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(So, idk if anyone has ordered or seen the Scoops Ahoy costumes from Amazon or whatever, but the shorts for Robin are tight and short. But the shorts for Steve are like the ones seen in the show. Which leads me to this thoughtâŚ)
Steveâs first day at Scoops Ahoy is⌠alright?
Actually, itâs pretty miserable.
Scooping ice cream is way harder than it looks. And for some reason he canât get that perfect rounded shape. It just comes out in pieces that he has to mash into cups and balance on top of cones.
Plus, heâs pretty sure his coworker hates him.
Her name is Robin, and she scowls and dramatically points at her name tag when he asks for it. To make matters worse, they apparently went to high school together, but he doesnât have the vaguest memory of her. (To be fair, they did not run in the same social circles with her being in band and even theatre and with Steve being âKing Steve.â)
But for some reason, she loves to poke fun at him especially when he fails to get any girlâs number. Itâs like the Harrington charm radiates through his hair which is blocked by the stupid hat.
But what he really notices only an hour into their eight hour shift is the way sheâs tugging at her shorts. She digs her fingers under the elastic band around her thighs as if trying to stretch them out, and sheâs constantly trying to pull them down as they begin to ride up.
And really, Steve not trying to perv or anything, but sheâs make quite a bit of a fuss with the whole thing, cursing under her breath and obviously really uncomfortable.
So, when the store is fairly empty, Steve turns to her and asks, âDo you want to change shorts with me?â
For the first time, Robin laughs. Loudly. She even snorts at the idea. But her laughter quickly dies down when she realizes Steve isnât laughing. âWait, youâre serious?â
Steve shrugs. âYeah. You look uncomfortable. And hey, Iâve worn way worse to basketball practice, plus I had to wear speedos when I was on the swim team.â
Robinâs nose scrunches up. âGross.â
Steve puts his hands on his hips and huffs, âDo you want to switch or not?â
She takes a few seconds to stare at Steve, clearly suspicious of an ulterior motive. But then, she curses and starts tugging at elastic band again. âOkay! Fine. But weâre not getting change in the same room.â
Steve rolls his eyes as he heads to the back room. âI wasnât suggesting that.â
In the end, Steve is left to change in the damn freezer storage area while Robin gets the whole break room. But he doesnât want to make her uncomfortable, so he sucks it up and doesnât complain. (Although he really really wants to.)
He waits for her to knock on the door to signal sheâs ready, looking down at the shorts. Theyâre not horrible, but he can understand why Robin was uncomfortable - as theyâre already stretching over his ass and thighs while starting to ride up beyond mid thigh.
Even after she knocks, Steve asks, âReady for me to come out?â
He thinks he hears her laugh about that for some reason before she answers, âYeah!â
He steps into the room and glances down at her new shorts momentarily before nodding. âBetter?â
Robin smiles slightly and nods before heading back out to the main area.
Steve follows behind her. âHey, they gave me two pairs of these. I can give you the extra pair to wear and keep during our next shift together.â
Robin turns to him and narrows her eyes. âWhat are you asking for in return?â
âNothing,â Steve says, eyebrows furrowed. He hopes she understands that he really means it and wonât hold this over her head like an asshole.
She just stares at him for a few seconds before almost wondrously saying, âHuh.â
Luckily, she seems to relax for the first time since their shift started.
After this, the teasing from before has less of an edge to it, but it becomes relentless. Steve almost thinks that maybe this is the start of a wonderful friendship. But Robin would never want that from him.
He only changes his mind about this later when Eddie Munson walks into the store while Steve is cleaning the tables. He accidentally knocks over a napkin and bends over to pick it up, feeling his shorts ride up.
When he stands up, heâs met with a pink faced Munson who stares at him - or rather his ass - with wide eyes.
âSee something you want to sample?â Steve asks honestly a bit against his will because itâs part of the Scoops Ahoy greeting. (Only for some reason, heâs unable to get any other part of the greeting out.)
Eddieâs pink face turns red as his eyes snap up to Steveâs. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he quickly breathes out, âI need to leave.â
When the boy practically runs out the store, Steve naturally glances over his shoulder at Robin, trying to gauge if she just saw what he did.
Sheâs already laughing behind the counter saying between bouts of laughter, âSee something you want to sample?â
Steve huffs and feels a blush rise to his cheeks. âShut up,â he mumbles out, throwing the napkin away before returning behind the counter. âIâm never asking that again.â
But as Robin continues to laugh, Steve canât help but join in a little, wondering if maybe she would like to be friends and if Eddie will ever come back.
So, maybe his first day wasnât pretty miserable or just alright. Maybe it was perfect.
#platonic soulmates stobin#platonic stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#scoops ahoy#brief steddie#<- never have I used that tag before#eddie munson
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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (they do wear a dress and lingerie tho), reader and shouto are married, reader was in 1-A, pro hero shouto, everyone is 27+, alcohol consumption (shoutoâs drunk), mentions of smoking a blunt (readerâs high), sex in a classroom, idfk GENRE: smut bruh SUMMARY: when you suggest doing it in public briefly and in passing to your husband, you were not expecting him to take you up on that offer at your fucking high school reunion!? WORD COUNT: 1.9K đŚâs A/N: okay. so. this was originally supposed to be for iida, but since FORDULA couldnât do day 18 like they were meant to⌠i wrote it for shouto instead bc im not writing for tenya sorry yall // also i wrote most of this the day before it was due after waking up at 5am so uhm đ god help me
     the very last thing you were expecting from your husband would be the idea of him enjoying semi-public sexâit made sense how one would arrive to this conclusion, seeing as how heâs such a reserved person and all. you donât even remember when it was that you brought it upâit must have just been a comment in passing; not that shouto missed it, of course. and then the suggestion got him thinkingâŚ. like seriously considering it. the more he thought about it, the more arousing it became to him, until it was a borderline fantasy: him fucking you somewhere you could easily be caught at with a large hand covering your mouth to make sure no one could overhear your desperate little noises. fuck.
     now he finds himself at his ten year high school reunion, all dressed up with a raging erection that he was trying to hide by sitting at one of the tables there, grateful for the fabric draped over them, as he drinks and drinks to calm his nerves. thank god you volunteered to drive back home tonight. you donât know what possessed you, but you didnât feel like getting slizzard tonightâa stark contrast to your husband, who was trying to drink his boner away. (without much luck, mind you.)
     when you come back over from the dancefloor to check in on your husband, however, heâs quick to excuse himself from the table heâd been seated at all night and drag you off to an empty classroom.Â
     âshouto? âs something wrong?â you ask, looking up at him.Â
     ânoâi justââ how does he put this? âreally wanna fuck you,â is what comes out of his drunken lips, his brain to mouth filter having shut off for the night. (was it really there to begin with though..?)
     âoh!â you squeak as your cheeks flush at his words and he backs you up against the door. âhâhere?â youâre at a loss for words entirely while shouto places both large, calloused hands on your hips as he begins to press sloppy, drunken kisses along your neck. âshâshouto!â
     âmmh?â he hums, not pausing in his actionsâhe doubles down, actually, by nipping at the tender flesh of your throat, the hands on your hips sliding down your thighs, down to the hem of the disgustingly skimpy dress you had decided to wear tonightâthe reason for his raging erection all nightâwhere they sneak up under it and back of to your hips so he could feel your bare flesh, quirk activating enough for you to feel an extreme difference in temperatures, but not ruin the fabric of your dress from the inside out.
     âweâwe canât do that here; someoneâs gonna get suspicious if weâre gone too long!â you weakly protest, words holding no real weight. because if you were being one hundred percent honest, you wanted this just as much as he did, even without any alcohol in your system! (you had smoked a blunt and hotboxed the shit out of your car after arriving at the prestigious school, though, as you refused to be sober for an event such as this.)
     âoh yeah? like who?â he counters, beginning to suck at your neck, not lingering on any one spot.
     âaâashido, probably! iâ i just got done dancing with herââ
     âi know, âve been watchinâ you all night,â he slurs. âso youâre just taking a breakâmaybe you went to the bathroom, thatâs not her business.â his hips press into yours, and you whine at the feeling of his hardened cock pressing against your crotch.Â
     âgodâyouâre so full of shit,â you tell him, burying one hand in his two toned hair while the other settles on a sturdy shoulder, and todoroki canât help but smile at your words.
     âso?â you can feel him grinning against your neck, like a drunken fool in love (which is exactly what he was, by the way).Â
     youâre out of comebacks and excuses as to why he shouldnât fuck you right here, right now, so instead of trying to argue against hip, you tug at his hair so heâll look at you before leaning in to press a kiss to his plump lips.Â
     he tasted like the sake heâd been sipping on all night as he watched you with that intense gaze of hisâsomething he inherited from his father, like it or notâand he hums in a pleased manner as he grips your hips tighter.
     âhow much have you had to drink tonight, baby?â you ask once you reluctantly pull away from the kissâa question shouto chooses to ignore.
     heâd had maybe three and a half red solo cups worth of sake in his system, which was enough for his inhibitions of being caught melt away. he almost hopes you two do get caught (by an old classmate at least) just so he can wordlessly flex that he was the one with the smoking hot spouse and not them.Â
     so, with your minimal resistance and shoutoâs horny persistence, itâs not long until heâs got his thumbs hooked in the waistband of your panties and is tugging them down your thighs, asking you to step out of them so can keep them in his pocket (for the rest of the reunion).Â
     âhhnngâ,â you whine as two of shoutoâs icy fingers move to play with your clit, and a chill runs down your spine at the feeling. âshoââ youâre cut off by a kiss as your husband slots his lips over yours, teeth clacking slightly as he kisses you sloppily and hungrily. it wasnât unusual for shoutoâs to be a bit of a sloppy kisser (as it turns out, heâs a really big fan of swapping spit), but generally he was more put together than he was right nowâitâs like he was trying to eat you whole as his tongue easily slid into your already open mouth.
     you, ever the tease, quickly get with the program and arch your back, pressing your chest against his, and start sucking on his almost burning tongueâsomething that catches him only slightly off guard. heâs fast with his response though, left hand moving to squeeze your ass, heating up enough to leave a faint burning handprint.
     âfuck!â you squeal at the searing touch and accidentally bite shoutoâs tongue in the process.
     he pulls away with a hiss but no real disdain before the same hand that had left a print on your butt comes up to cover your mouth. sure, the music in the gym was awfully loud, but there could still be some other people in the hallwayâmaybe people who actually had to use the bathroom. it doesnât matter. what matters is that shouto gets to fuck you, andâan idea comes to mind that only his drunk, secretly perverted brain could think of.
     âshhh,â he shushes you, pulling his hand away from your mouth in order to undo his belt buckle and unbutton his nice dress pants.Â
     biting your lip, you nod as he tugs the slacks and his boxers down to about half way down his thick thighs, letting his painfully hard cock spring free and slap against his lower stomach. you canât help but bite your bottom lip at the sight, and you go to sink to your knees to suck him off before heâs tugging you back up by the hair.
     âno,â he pants, taking his dick in one hand as he plants the other back on your hip. âneed tâfuck youâplease, angel, iâ it hurts,â he whines, lining his throbbing length up with your already wet slit.
     âyeah? okay, fuckâgo ahead, baby,â you give him permission to actually insert himself, and he groans loudly at the feeling of your tight heat finally engulfing him. jesus! he had waited all night for this, and it was so worth it.
      âhnnghâshit,â he whimpers, the hand that was previously holding his dick moving to play with your puffy clit as he pushes into you slowly at first before bottoming out all at once. fuck!Â
     your breath hitches in your throat and you canât help but moan shoutoâs name while tugging at his hair as he kisses you sloppy style once more.Â
     with how drunk and horny he was, it doesnât take long for your husband to approach his climax, and with the way he was toying with your sensitive button, youâre quickly being worked up to one too, untilâ
     knockknockknock!
     âhello..? i thought i heard someone groan, are you okay in there?â the voice is familiar, but you canât quite place your finger on who it was. (it was hagakure, by the way.)
     shouto freezes in all his actions and looks at you with half lidded eyes and a knowing smirk, cheeks flushed as he tries to quieten his breathing. your hips involuntarily roll down against the fingers still pressed against your clit, and you accidentally let out a quiet moan before covering your mouth with both hands, face burning with shame and arousal.
     âall fine in here, thanks,â shoutoâs able to get out, though his voice is strained. âjustâ âŚ.reminiscing!â he lies, as if he wasnât balls deep in you right now.
     âooh! fun! can i join?â the door handle jiggles, and shoutoâs hand flys out to freeze the door shut. ââhuh? hey, whatâs with the door?â
     âitâsâuhm, itâs personal memories,â he follows up, dick twitching inside you. fuck, how was he meant to last like this?
     you almost giggle at his lame ass excuse and over the top reaction, until you remember that over the top reaction is the exact reason tooru hadnât just seen you both in such a compromising position.
     âweâll beâdone soon!â you call out, and at the sound of your voice and insistence on her not coming in, the invisible woman gets the message before saying oh! okay! and finally walking off.
     âthat wasâ that was close, wasnât it?â shouto pants, starting to move his hips again as his fingers resume their circular motions against your clit.Â
     âyeah, i could really feel how excited you were,â you chuckle, to which shouto huffs and picks up his pace. ânnghâ!â you moan softly, as you both finally get a chance to cum.
     your husband's dick twitches sporadically deep inside you before hot, sticky cum spills out of it and into you as your pussy spasms and flutters around him, milking shouto for everything he was worth and then some.Â
     slowly pulling out of you, he plants a kiss to your spit-soaked lips before pulling his pants back up and redoing his belt and melting away the ice he had created not too long ago as you tug the hem of your dress down, andâhey! that panty thief!
     âshoutoâŚ. arenât you forgetting something?â you try to remind him, cringing at the feeling of his cum starting to leak out of your wet cunt and trickle down your thigh.Â
     âmmh,â his brows scrunch in thought, as if heâs actually thinking. âno? i donât think so?â he moves to grab the door handle, but you bat his hand away and tug at his wrist.
     âmyâŚ. my panties?â you say, trying to squeeze your thighs together to prevent any more cum from dripping out, but to no avail.
     âoh! rightââ he goes to take them out of his pocket before he pauses and a smirk tugs at his pouty lips. âyou can have them back when we get home,â he tells you, opening the door and starting to walk out. ânow come on, the others are going to get suspicious if weâre gone too long.â
goddamn him!
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The Shy Nerdy Best Friend is Actually Pretty Cool... and Hot
Minnie x Male Reader
one-shot
tags: friends to lovers, fluff, Confession, babying, drunk reader, penetration, blowjob, cumshot...
You don't remember much from that night. One of the few alcohol-induced blackouts you've had in your life, with fragmented memories blurred like a distant dream, some real, others not. Vague, like the first memory of your childhood, but not as special. Based on what Minnie said, you were brought to her house by some of your "friends" after drinking all you could at a stupid party you didn't even want to go to. The idea was for Minnie to take care of you, 'cause, in the condition you were in, staying alone at home was risky and, well, none of your "friends" - and these were their words - would act like your "mother"...
except for her...
The doorbell rang around 09:30 PM.
She answered the door with curious astonishment, probably having been asleep when this hurricane of voices hit her door.
"He's all yours!" said one of your friends, pushing you towards Minnie.
"HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" she asked alarmed. "... What happened to him...?"
"He's drunker than the devil. We brought him here for you to keep an eye on him," said the other friend, the one who drove to Minnie's house.
"Me?!"
"Of course. We're not his mom to take care of the guy." They looked at each other and laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world. "You've done this before, right?"
"No. Last time he was sick. I don't know how to take care of a drunk person!" she tried to explain while using all her strength to keep you upright.
The problem was that you weighed almost twice as much as she did.
"Great. It's practically the same thing!"
"We're going back to the party! Tell him to call us tomorrow. See you later, babe!" he said, ironically, of course.
"Hey... are you okay?" Minnie asked you.
"Your hair is all messy," you said, messing up her hair even more.
"I was napping on the couch. And you're a complete mess. But let's get inside, you weigh more than a bull!"
You put your arm around Minnie and dragged yourself into the house with her. She helped you sit on the couch; your head was spinning and everything seemed terribly distant. When you looked at Minnie, she seemed to be staring at you, but you weren't sure. In your state, even her action figures seemed to be watching you.
"I think I'm bothering you. I am, aren't I?" you asked. "I can go home. I can walk just fine."
You made a motion to get up.
"Sit down, idiot!" she said, pushing you back onto the couch. "It's okay. I'm just worried about you. Did you take any drugs?"
"Hmm, I don't think so," you replied, terribly sincere.
She brought you a glass of water. While you were drinking, she asked:
"I tried to talk to you several times today. I called and texted you. I thought we were going to marathon that stupid Hobbit trilogy.â
"Looks like I had better plans," you replied sarcastically.
"Uh-huh, it seems so..."
"Can I lay my head on your lap? I want you."
You didn't notice, but she blushed.
"Alright, I guess."
You laid your head on her lap and closed your eyes. Minnie started to gently stroke your hair.
"You should stop going to those parties. There's nothing good about them. And your friends always abandon you at the end of them."
"I wished you were there with me," you confessed.
"You know I don't like parties. And if I went, your friends would probably just laugh at me if I were there."
"That's true. It's really true. Damn, it's a damn truth... I think I drank to try to forget about you a little." You revealed suddenly. "I was feeling bad for breaking my promise to you."
"Why didn't you want to come?"
"I've been a little irritated with you lately."
"Why? What did I do?! I'm sorry! ... But what did I do?"
You laughed like an idiot.
"Your way, your tastes, your clothes, your voice, your smell irritate me... man, the list is long."
She immediately stopped stroking your hair.
"Oh... got it."
"All of that irritates me because I... because I love all those things about you and I can't admit it. It irritates me that you're perfect... in a good way. Sorry. "You hugged her around the waist, hiding your face in Minnie's belly, who stood paralyzed.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"You're so good to me while I treat you terribly. I wish I were a better guy." You commented, sounding like an embarrassed confession.
"No, no! You treat me so well! You're so sweet to me."
"No... it's just... when I'm with my friends, they make jokes about you and say I hang out with you just to get easy sex or whatever... The problem is I never raise my voice to defend you, I just sulk or change the subject like a damn coward. No one should talk about you like that... Damn, I think I'm going to vomit!"
"Ew! Don't vomit on me!â
You stumbled to your feet and Minnie guided you to the bathroom. You managed to make it to the toilet in time, avoiding vomiting all over her bathroom.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
You waited for the sound of the toilet flushing to pass, then replied, "You could have held my hair while I was puking. Where are your manners?"
She chuckled and sat against the bathroom wall.
"You're such an idiot, you know."
"Do you still want to watch The Hobbit trilogy?"
"It's already too late, and besides, in your state, you wouldn't be able to focus on staring at a wall for 1 minute."
"I guess you're right."
"Hey, seriously, you should stop hanging out with those guys. They're not your real friends."
"I just hang out with them, you know, so I'm not alone."
"You have me."
You silently observed Minnie for too long, making her start to feel uncomfortable. You tried to think of something good to say to her, something that would make her feel better, because, well, after revealing that those guys were mocking her behind her back, it was the least you could do.
"Is that Tweety?" you asked, pointing to her blouse.
"Yep! Do you like it?"
"It looks like you. The glasses and all. It's pretty cute. Do you think I could get a Tweety shirt?"
"Finding a male Tweety shirt for you will be tough."
"No problem. I'll definitely look better in that baby tee than you, no offense. By the way, is Tweety male or female?"
"Tweety is male!"
"Ah, I never noticed."
"Hey, I was serious when I said you have me. You like me, right? We're friends?"
"Minnie you are my best friend, please."
"Then it doesn't make sense you to hang out with people who are constantly mocking me. Now that you've said that, I won't accept you continuing to be friends with them and me at the same time!" she protested.
"Hmm... Okay. That's fair. I'll kill all of them for you."
"I'm serious. You're going to have to choose between me or them."
"I choose you. You, Minnie."
You clumsily crawled over and hugged her, squeezing her small body against yours, which was one of your favorite feelings.
"Okay, okay. I get it! But I don't think this is the most hygienic place for us to hug." Minnie helped you to your feet. "Go take a shower and see if you can get rid of that vomit breath.â
âIf I do everything right, do I get a kiss?â
âNo way! Youâre drunk. In the morning, I want you saying all this to me again. If itâs really true, then tomorrow will be a very special day for meâŚâ
âI love you, Minnie,â you whispered, looking into her eyes. âI want to be your man so badly. It even makes me feel like crying when I think about it.â
She playfully tapped your chest and pushed you away, giggling nervously.
âI love you too. I really do,â she said with a shy smile. âIâll get some clothes you left here for you to wear. Please donât slip in the bathroom because I wonât have the strength to lift you.â
"I'm not an idiot to slip in the bathroom."
"But you can act like one sometimes." she said, before closing the door.
"Do you want to play Mortal Kombat?" you asked Minnie as she dried her hair with the hairdryer in her room.
"WHAT?!"
"I asked if you want to play Mortal Kombat!" You said, now louder. "This darn hairdryer sounds like a jet engine!"
She turned it off.
âIf I beat you while sober, imagine drunk as you are now. No, you need to eat. Soup will be good for you."
"Cup Noodles, that's it!"
"No! Real soup. Light and with vegetables. I actually ordered some."
"Ah," you grumbled disheartened. "I've lost my appetite."
"But you're going to eat!"
"Fine, fine! If you insist... Hey, is that a Smurf on the table?"
"My goodness, you look so lost when you're drunk. Like your brain has shrunk," Minnie said casually, trying to hide a laugh. "That's a Squirtle. And you're the one who gave it to me as a gift."
"This is actually quite offensive on your part. I'm sharper than most drunks."
"Aw, don't be offended." She pinched your cheeks like a baby. Minnie was definitely taking advantage of the fact that you were drunk.
And in a way, you thought she was entitled to it.
Once again in her lap, you ended up discovering that night that this was your favorite place. Warm and protected from any harm. And even intoxicated, sparks of lucidity allowed you to see through the smoke that hovered over your mind. No, better than that, it allowed you to feel the security that Minnie had when she was by your side, singing "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles to you. And singing was something she didn't do around anyone; insecurity and shyness prevented her from doing so. In this way, she hid one of her greatest talents because she sang in an angelic manner, extremely comfortable with her own voice, sounding good without any instrument to accompany her. The fact was that if it weren't for the headache, you would have been sure you were in a sublime dream.
"That was the best lullaby I've ever heard," you murmured.
"I thought you were already asleep."
"Sing more."
"No, that's enough. You need to sleep."
"I want to hear you sing every night," you said, and Minnie laughed because you wore a silly, goofy smile. Apparently, your facial expressions weren't entirely under control.
"I hope I can sing to you every night. Just for you." Minnie slid her finger slowly across your nose, watching you with an enigmatic expression. She took advantage of the fact that your eyes were closed. "Can I ask you something?"
"Uh-huh... sure," you mumbled.
"Have you always been ashamed of me? Regardless of your answer, it won't matter because you're drunk."
You immediately stood up from her lap, feeling dizzy and alarmed, but rational enough to say:
"I want you to meet my parents, Minnie. Um, I was planning to tell you tomorrow, after you agreed to be my girlfriend. So consider this a little spoiler. I want to hold your hand and have the right to call you 'mine.'"
"Do you swear?" she asked, her lips trembling.
"Yes. All this time, the girl of my dreams has been right by my side, and I ignored it. My face is red with embarrassment now. From tomorrow onward, I'll make it up to you, and if you give me a chance, I'll make you feel special every day. Just as you deserve."
"Besides bad jokes and terrible taste in movies, you're also quite good at romance. God, I wish I could kiss you right now..."
"Okay, so I'll do it in your place. Excuse me, I'm going to kiss your forehead," you said, leaning closer to her.
Amid giggles, she asked: "What are you doing?"
"If you'll allow me..." You lifted Minnie's bangs as if checking her temperature and then planted a quick kiss on her forehead.
"You're such a goof, my goodness."
"And I'm also crazy about you."
"Let's hope these things still hold true tomorrow," she remarked, and you saw her eyes sparkle for you. "I want to believe..."
"Wait, was that an X-Files refer-?"
"Yep!" In fact, she said it by chance. "You're definitely sharper than most drunks."
âI told you, I told you!â, you exclaimed like a child.
The bedroom curtain wasn't fully closed, so a beam of light at 8:30 AM came through the window and hit your eyes, warming your skin until it became unbearable, and you opened your eyes to the whitish view of Minnie's room. Your vision returned to normal as your mind assimilated the facts. How the hell did I get here? And why am I in Minnie's bed? Oh, and It was strange for you to be in her room because when you slept at Minnie's house, you usually slept on the couch. It was hard to recap the events of the previous night, but they came to your mind in the following way:
I went to the party.
I was sad because of confusing feelings.
I drank.
I drank.
I drank.
I drank a lot.
Some of my "buddies" took me to Minnie's house.
She took care of me. Again.
Hmm, yeah, things probably happened this way or a similar version of it.
You looked at the clothes you were wearing. It definitely wasn't that stupid Zelda shirt you wore to the party.
Holy crap. Could it be that Minnie helped me change my clothes?
You felt completely embarrassed and afraid to find out what happened the previous night.
âDonât be an idiot and face it like a man.â
Words from your father when the two of you talked earlier that month about your internal conflict over admitting your romantic feelings for a particular girl. He didn't care about most of your problems, but this one irritated him. Your ridiculous concern about others' opinions on your life, your girl, who you should date... And staying silent in the face of offensive comments about your friend... He almost threw that beer in your face. If you donât confess your feelings to this girl, then another man will, and then it will be too late. And I don't want you here ruining my Sunday afternoon because of your stupidity. He didnât know how to say things without sounding like a retired army colonel, but you thought you deserved to hear those words in that exact tone. The time had come to put your old man's advice into practice. You quietly left the room and went to the bathroom to wash your face. From the noise, Minnie was in the kitchen cooking something. It wasnât in your plans to confess your feelings to her with a horrendous hangover face, but damn it, you hoped she loved you for what you had inside: guts and true feelings for her.
When you got to the breakfast table in the kitchen, there was a plate of scrambled eggs, a cup of coffee, and warm toast waiting for you. Minnie was wearing an adorable overall and a gentle smile was on her face. You loved this morning view and wished it could be like this every morning.
"Good morning. How did you sleep?" she asked, sitting at the table.
"I slept well," you said timidly.
"Come on, eat your breakfast." She insisted, and you joined her at the table.
"And you? Did you sleep well? You know I could have slept on the couch."
"Nah, you needed a real rest. Besides, the couch isn't that bad."
"Sorry for ruining your night."
"I saved you yesterday, you'll save me tomorrow," she said cheerfully. "Are you feeling okay?"
"My head hurts a bit, but just being conscious is a relief... By the way, you didn't change my clothes, did you?"
She put her hand to her mouth in a mock expression of shock.
"Oh my God! How do you remember this?"
"Oh, man! Fuck!"
"Just kidding! You changed yourself like a big boy!" she revealed, laughing at your reaction.
"Thank God!"
After breakfast, you helped her wash the dishes and clear the table. There was a moment of rest when you both went to the living room, the glorious morning light shining renewed, somehow lifting your spirits and giving you a bit of courage.
"Listen, Minnie, I'm not sure what I said or did yesterday. I have a feeling I might have dropped a bomb on you because I noticed you seemed a bit off during breakfast."
"I'm just a little anxious."
"I need to tell you that I've been in love with you for a while. And I've been feeling bad for not treating you the way you truly deserve. You might say it's no big deal, but to me, it is. It's something that causes me anguish, and now I want to change that if you'll give me a chance." You held Minnie��s hands, her eyes reflecting the hope in her heart, your actions feeling right and natural, without shame or hesitation in saying: "I love you, Minnie."
"I love you too. I think I've loved you since that day we shared an umbrella while walking back from the movies. You and I walking together in silence, our shoulders occasionally touching, and the rain falling around us... Oh, and you looked so handsome that day.â
"Minnie... Can I kiss you?"
You and Minnie started kissing on the couch, desire and emotion burning uncontrollably between you. Your lips met with a mix of nervousness and passion, the first kiss an electric shock that coursed through your body. She was the girl of your life, there was no doubt anymore. The reciprocity was a wet and intense response, a kiss with your tongues intertwining as you both had secretly longed for. Her hands began to explore your body, sliding over your muscles with a provocative softness. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered against your lips, her voice laden with desire. The room seemed to heat up with the energy emanating from you, also radiant with the morning sun, the birds singing outside, and the tension between you dissolving as you surrendered to the moment. Your bodies moved closer and closer, the excitement growing with each touch and sigh.
As the kisses heated up, the intensity increased, and you lost your balance, falling off the couch in a tangle of bodies. "Oh, wait, my glasses!" Minnie exclaimed, and you gently took off her glasses and placed them on the couch. "You still look handsome, even slightly blurry," she said.
On the floor, your hands were eager, sliding over Minnie's body as you pulled down one of her overall straps, revealing the warm, soft skin beneath. With a quick movement, you removed the other strap, leaving her in just her striped top and bra. Minnie let out a low moan as she felt your firm hands lift her top, slowly exposing her small breasts covered by the bra. You pulled the bra straps down, freeing her breasts, and immediately began to play with them, sucking and squeezing them with a mix of softness and firmness. "Oh, yes, keep going," she murmured, her eyes closed and head thrown back, deliberately feeling the heat of your mouth against her skin. Her sighs filled the room, each touch and moan intensifying the excitement. Her skin was soft and fragrant, and the sensation of her nipples hardening under your tongue was very, very good.
After dedicating yourself to Minnie's breasts, you slid your lips down her abdomen, pulling her overall down a bit more. Your tongue traced a slow, teasing path, exploring the sensitive skin of her belly. "You're so hot, Minnie," you murmured between kisses, your voice full of desire for her. Minnie moaned softly, her hips moving involuntarily as you continued to adore her. "Lick me more, please," she whispered, her face flushed with excitement. Your lips and tongue explored every inch of her belly, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. The combination of gentle kisses and sensual licks made Minnie gasp with pleasure, her body arching with each new stimulus. "Mmmm, I love it when you do that," she moaned, her voice sweeter than ever.
You took off your stupid Zelda shirt (hoping Minnie hadn't focused too much on it). When it came time to take off your underwear, Minnie took charge, deftly pulling it off and tossing it aside without hesitation. She looked at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes before wrapping her lips around your cock. "I always knew you had a big cock; I could see how it bulged in some of the pants you wore," she revealed. Somehow, Minnie's sudden confidence made her even sexier, and your arousal ridiculously uncontrollable. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth around you was overwhelming, each movement of her tongue making your whole body tremble with pleasure. The sounds of sucking and Minnie's muffled moans filled the living room, a rhythm so pleasurable to hear. Watching her alternate between gentle and intense movements, driven by such devotion, was... beautiful, an erotic work of art for your eyes. Her lovely lips wrapped around your cock with such need, her hands caressing your thighs with so much care and love, Minnie's eyes never leaving yours. Her hair was loose, the perfect invitation to grab it and thrust your cock against Minnie's throat, helping to make it even wetter.
Minnie begged you to fuck her, feeling increasingly aroused. You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch as she finished taking off her clothes.
"Is this your first time?" you asked.
"No. I actually used to see a guy back in college; we had sex a few times, but he was terrible... You're suprised?"
âOh, no. Maybe a little. Bu- Hmm, well, do you happen to have a condom?"
"I'm the last person who would have condoms at home," she said with a silly laugh. âBut I think from now on this will change.â
The moment you were sharing became more intense and intimate, and Minnie, feeling increasingly aroused, noticed how wet her pussy was. She decided to heighten the sensation, rubbing your cock between her pussy lips, moaning softly with each movement. "My god, I'm so wet for you," she whispered, her voice full of lust. Minnie began to slap your cock against her pussy, each hit making her moan louder. "Look how my little pussy is dripping, babe..." she teased, her eyes fixed on yours, full of desire. You couldn't resist; you grabbed your cock and started slapping it against Minnie's pussy. "Oh, yes... hit it hard..." "Fuck, this feels so good, Minnie." The contact between you increased the sexual tension, Minnie's moans becoming louder and more frequent. "My pussy is begging for you, babe," she said between sighs and moans. The friction between your bodies made the desire grow almost unbearably, leaving her even more excited and ready for the next step: Minnie finally slid your cock inside her, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. "Oh, yes, this is so good," she exclaimed, starting to ride you with rhythmic movements. The sensation of being inside her was indescribable, each pulse of excitement increasing your pleasure. Minnie moved with an intensity that made your whole body vibrate, her moans blending with yours. "You make me feel so good," she murmured, Minnie's hands resting on your chest as she rode faster and faster. Her petite body over yours, consumed by genuine passion for you and your cock.
The atmosphere between you reached its peak as Minnie continued riding you with fervor, her movements becoming more frantic as the climax approached. "I'm gonna cum... oh, I'm gonna cum so hard," she screamed, her eyes closed and her face contorted with pleasure. You could feel the heat and wetness around your cock as she rode faster and faster, her body trembling with excitement. "Yeah, come on, come for me, baby!" you said, panting, and with a final scream of pleasure, Minnie finally came, her body shaking violently as she fell apart on top of you. Sweat dripped from your bodies, your heavy breathing a testament to the intensity of the moment. She relaxed on you, completely spent, her eyes meeting yours with a satisfied and exhausted look, the glow of pleasure still reflecting in her pupils. The connection between you proved to be real; if the declarations, looks, and gestures weren't conclusive enough before, now every sigh and touch reaffirmed the intensity of the shared experience that only two people in love can feel.
But
Despite Minnie's intense orgasm, you still hadn't cum. Realizing this, Minnie smiled mischievously and murmured, "I'm going to make you cum now." She lifted herself for a moment, only to sit back down on your cock, her body still trembling with residual pleasure. Minnie began to grind intensely, her movements desperate and full of fervor. Your moans interspersed with your panting breath, your eyes closed, completely sedated by the sensation and the imminent explosion, still focused on not coming inside her. A lethal adrenaline rush. "Cum for me... please, cum for me," she begged, her voice broken by desire and urgency. "Oh, fuck, oh god! I don't know how much longer I can hold on, babe..." Minnie said, her words and the movements of her hips creating an irresistible mix of pleasure and pressure.
Then, the intensity of Minnie's movements, combined with her words, pushed you to the edge. Feeling the climax approaching, you announced, "I'm gonna cum, Minnie,"
FuckâŚHer eyes shining with excitement⌠She got off you and begged: "Cum on my face... I want all your cum on my face." You quickly got up, your body trembling with anticipation. Minnie knelt in front of you, looking up at you with a gaze full of expectation and desire. With a final grunt, you stroked your cock rapidly and ejaculated onto her, the hot, pulsing jets covering her face. Minnie closed her eyes, moaning as she felt every drop, a smile of pure satisfaction forming on her lips, blending her shyness, naughtiness, and cuteness.
The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the atmosphere still vibrating with the energy of the intense connection you shared. Minnie, still on her knees, wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth, her expression one of deep and exhausted satisfaction.
With a loving gesture, you placed Minnie's glasses back on her face, your fingers sliding gently across her skin. "You don't know how beautiful you are now,â you whispered.
Your eyes met, sparks of desire still dancing between them. With a soft smile, you pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Your lips met in a final act of surrender to the intense passion that had consumed you both, the salty taste of your cum mixing sweetly and intimately between you...
And a couple of little yellow birds on the windowsill were silent witnesses to the newly blossomed passion.
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idk I would definitely agree that the precedent is there for hell to already have established radio stations by the time Al diedâas youâve mentioned, even with a bit of a lag in hellish technology, the timeline is still very accommodating. for a little more context, the oldest stations (itâs a matter of some debate which is actually The Oldest lol) began regular broadcasting in the mid 1910s; one of those, 9XM (based out of my current institution!), started broadcasting weather reports in morse code in 1915 as a public service. during ww1 all civilian radio use was banned, only lifted in october of 1919; 9XM resumed their weather reports but it took until 1921 to start doing audio broadcasts since they were making their own radio tubes, glassblowing them and everything. at that point, they added music (live and recorded) to their schedule, soon followed by educational programs (e.g. School/College of the Air and Chapter A Day) and reports on university sports and news. so, even by the early to mid 20s, thereâs quite a bit of variety already very well established.
also touching on the titanic thingâthere is a popular (and almost certainly false) story that on the mainland the first person who happened to pick up the distress call was none other than one young David Sarnoff, who went on to become the president of the Radio Corporation of America (RCA). this is thought to be highly embellished by Sarnoff himself, though, who told the tale some eleven years after the event. however, he did help to coordinate rescue efforts from the Wanamaker station shortly after, and his team released the names of the survivors. regardless of the veracity of the story, though, he was an early proponent of radio as a medium of entertainment rather than communication, and was one of the early giants of the field.
speaking of Sarnoff, actually, heâs the reason for the delay in frequency modulation really being available to the public until the 40sâthe notorious rivalry with Armstrong really developed as Sarnoff started getting interested in more lucrative ventures (television) since at their hearts the former was an inventor seeking to improve the existing medium and the latter was an entrepreneur. funnily enough, Armstrong invented his FM circuit in 1933, which drastically reduced the static that plagues AM. Sarnoff was by then already pursuing commercializing early television sets, and engaged Armstrong in a fierce and drawn-out legal battle because he was worried his own AM-based empire at RCA would be swept out from under him (plus he used the FCC to effectively steal FM from Armstrong for his own use). this is some years beyond what yâall are talking about, but my point here is just to add that Al would (at minimum for the first decade or so) be exclusively broadcasting in AM, though he mightâve made the transition to FM later on as it did have a remarkable improvement in reception (although to my knowledge AM remained dominant until the 70s). hope there werenât any storms down in wrath during his shows lol or else even screams could just be drowned out by static.
how long do we think it took for alastor to come clean about being the radio demon. months? years? how long was this man terrorizing everyone anonymously before he finally caved to the desire to be recognized for his hard work
#Iâm reading about early wisconsin stations rn can you tell lmao#still losing my mind that they were doing this shit in a) the building where we have union meetings and b) the building my office is in#and like of COURSE the station was run by a bunch of mostly-unpaid physics grad students lmao. fucking nerds.#beloit college was actually broadcasting before 9XM got licensed#they had an observatory so they were just periodically telling everyone the local sidereal time#idk idk lol I have definitely gone off into the weeds a little with this#thinking about Sarnoff fucking over all of Armstrongâs existing FM technology and then stealing it for tv broadcasting and making myself sad#âI didnât kill himâ no I just invalidated everything he ever did after heâd already been humiliated losing to a guy who didnât even know how#his own goddamn invention worked. not to mention simultaneously stealing his improved technology for myself.#donât worry about it this will have no impact on the guyâs mental health he will be fine#Sarnoff had such a deep-seated need to be respected and admired⌠like please calm tf down#only learned the titanic story was fake like ten minutes ago but you know what it fits his vibe#yeah Iâm a hater sorry everyone#I want to comment more on al building a station from scratch but I donât know enough about it yet#assembling a breadboard kit was super easy and straightforward; anyone can listen relatively easily and cheaply#but I am not certain about broadcasting equipment#plus my feeling is that his own experience would be listening at first and then as a host at an already established station#like he probably had a functional understanding of how things worked but may not have known it well enough to fully do it on his own idk#I have no idea lol#this is making me think of a fic I abandoned like five months ago though lol hmmmmm#realistically heâs probably still broadcasting in AM tbh. but in my heart I think heâs just blasting at all frequencies. sorry stolas#idk if any of this is helpful information I just blacked out and when I came to there was a wall of text. youâre welcome đŤĄ#9XM is the precursor to WHA which has hosted WPR since I think the 80s. also Iâm listening to it right now :>#theyâre talking about LSD right now lmao#âdonât try everything you hear on the radioâ LMAO#itâs science friday motherfuckers!!!!!#okay okay Iâll shut up. Iâm physically incapable of putting a normal amount of tags I think sorry
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