#people who knew their parents talk a lot but say nothing at all. they offer condolences but no help

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Young Haya WIP ft. backstory rambles in the tags

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Baby Sibling : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: whilst all his friends are having siblings, your son is keen for the two of you to start thinking about when he can have one too

Puzzled eyes looked to Max as your son refused to hold your hands as the two of you picked him up from school. It was routine for you both whenever Max was home, it had been since your son started school a little over a year ago, something you had done every single day together. 

Max shrugged back at you as his empty hand felt lost. His eyes glanced at your son who was a couple of steps ahead of you, scuffing his feet along the path. Neither of you quite knew what to say, it was unlike anything that you had ever seen from your son before.  

As you arrived home, your son immediately took himself into the living room where his toy box was. Max followed you into the kitchen as you took his bag to unpack and check for any letters or drawings. A huff came from Max as he took a seat, his head resting in his hands as he tried to piece together the pieces to figure out what was going on. 

“I don’t understand,” you sighed as you took a seat opposite Max. “His teacher didn’t say anything to make me think that something happened at school today.” 

“He was smiling until he saw us,” Max informed you. 

Your heart broke as you listened to Max, only to be interrupted by the sound of footsteps entering the room. Your son trudged in silently, picking up his water bottle that was on the side, turning his back to you both and drinking from it. 

“Evan, do you want to play a game?” Max offered, choosing one of his favourite things to do whenever his dad was home. “What about that board game you bought the other day?” 

Your son’s head shook as he took the bottle and headed back into the room. You both were sat in shock, mouths wide in disbelief at how distant Evan had suddenly become. 

“He’s quite sensitive, maybe he just needs a little bit of time,” you suggested, trying your best to reassure the two of you. 

“But we’re his parents, he should talk to us about anything,” Max despairingly sighed. 

Attempts were made by the two of you for most of the night but Evan gave you nothing. Whenever you struck up conversation you were met by short, snappy answers, or just the shake or nod of his head. 

As night arrived, Max was determined to unpick what was troubling your son, sitting down at the end of his bed after you’d tucked him in. You stayed in the room with them both, leaning against the doorframe and giving them both some space. There was a pause in the room once Max sat down, trying his best to figure out the right thing to say so that he didn’t worry Evan more. It took a moment, but eventually he cleared his throat. 

“Evan, you know if something, or someone, is upsetting you, mummy and I are here to help you, right?” Max asked him, keeping his eyes firmly on him. “We’re always here to help you, no matter what the problem is.” 

Evan nodded as Max spoke, shuffling slightly closer towards him. “I’m the only one at school who doesn’t have a brother or sister and people keep leaving me out of their conversations.” 

Max’s eyes flickered across to you to make sure that you were listening. “You’re feeling a little left out buddy? Are you saying that you want to have a little brother or sister?” 

Evan continued to nod back at Max, “I think it would be fun to have one.” 

A sigh of relief came from you, glad that it wasn’t anything worse that was troubling your son. It still upset you to know that he was being left out at school, but at least it was something that could be fixed. Most likely. 

“There’s a lot of reasons why people do, or don’t, have little brothers and sisters,” Max tried his best to explain to Evan. “It’s not always an easy thing for families to do.” 

“Is it tricky for you and mummy?” Evan enquired. 

Having another child was a subject that you and Max had barely even thought about. You were so busy, and Max’s schedule was insane, but with Evan nearing six, you didn’t want the gap between your children to be too big. 

“A little bit,” Max weakly smiled, not wanting to lie to your son. “Daddy works away a lot, don’t I? And mummy does a lot of caring for you, but hopefully one day it won’t be quite so difficult for us to potentially have a baby sibling for you buddy.” 

You weren’t entirely sure if Evan understood what Max was saying to him, but he nodded anyway. Max stood up and walked over to your son, pressing a relieved kiss to the top of his head as he began to say goodnight. 

“Can I do anything to help make it happen daddy?” Evan whimpered as Max stepped away from him, his hopeful eyes looking between you both. “If it’s tricky, then maybe I can help you and mummy.” 

“You just need to keep being awesome,” Max cheerfully told him, “that’s the only thing that me and mummy ever want from you, you’re already the best.” 

You went in to say goodnight to your son too before following Max out of the room. There was silence between you as you headed into your bedroom, both perching on your respective sides of the bed, giving yourselves a moment to debrief and take in the conversation that you’d just had. 

“Why do I feel guilty?” Max asked, breaking the silence. “It’s not up to anyone else but us when we have another child, but I hate that it’s leaving him feeling left out at school.” 

“Maybe it’s the shove that we need to do something about it,” you responded. 

Max’s body jumped, quickly turning to look at you. His smile was wide as he listened to you. “Are you saying you want to have another baby? I never thought you were keen on another with how much I’m away right now.” 

“I mean it would be tough,” you admitted, “but we’re not getting any younger, and I don’t want Evan being a single child forever. I think we’d be able to do it, it would be tough, but we’d smash it don’t you think?” 

“Absolutely, we’ve always been a great team,” Max reminded you, “and I can make sure that I’m home more often to help out too.” 

“Have we just agreed to a second baby right now?” 

“I think we might’ve done,” Max laughed, laying himself down and pulling you down with him. “Promise me that you’re not just saying this to please me, or to please Evan either.” 

“I promise, as long as you do as well.” 

Max nodded eagerly, leaning across and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Your body turned inwards so that you were resting in Max’s side, feeling his arm wrap around you to keep you nice and close, exactly where he wanted you. 

“Do you think there’s any harm in getting a bit of practice in now? We might need it,” Max whispered. 

“I’d say there’s no time like the present.” 

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hi babe, how are you? i hope you're fine❤️. idk if you are accepting requests but i really would like to make one. I've been thinking about this a lot and, as I've been following and admiring your stories for a few years, I wanted it to come from you. You could do an imagine where Harry falls in love with a woman who has a very young daughter, around 5 years old. It took him a few months to meet her because Y/N knew that the little girl hadn't yet accepted her parents' breakup and that's why the last two attempts at dating had gone wrong, she had already given up trying until she met Harry. So he tries to win the little girl over from the beginning because he really likes Y/N and won't give up on her so easily. thank you in advance❤️

A/N: i haven't taken any requests in a long while, but i wanted to write something short but sweet so here we are!

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Sitting on the bottom of the stairs Harry can still hear Y/N’s soft murmur coming from Evie’s room, the bedtime story has been going on for over twenty minutes now, but he doesn’t mind the waiting. If it takes hours, he will still be here, waiting for Y/N to return and even if she asks him to leave, it would still be worth it, just to kiss her goodbye and head home. Any minute he gets to spend with her is worth the wait. 

Tonight has been special, something he’s been looking forward to since their second date when she told him she has a daughter. He still remembers how hesitant and closed-off he seemed when she talked about Evie, because she was scared of his reaction, that he would think of her differently just because she is a mother. 

But it didn’t change a thing. He just realized he had even more respect for her. 

It’s been three months since that conversation and he waited patiently for her to offer him to meet Evie, he wanted it to happen on her terms. Tonight was that time finally. 

He came over to her place and they baked cookies together and watched Frozen, Evie’s favorite movie. Harry came prepared, he brought her a gift and tried his best to win the little girl over, which happened quite fast. 

Or at least the moment he started singing Let It Go with her. 

Y/N has told him about her last two attempts at dating, it took her quite some time to build up the courage to meet new people after his divorce and it was especially hard for her, because Evie was just two at that time. She dated two guys, both of them turned her down because they couldn’t deal with her being a single mother. One of them didn’t even have the gut to tell her straight to her face, he just ghosted her. 

It angers Harry so much that she was treated this way, because she deserves the world. But at least now he gets to be the person to give her it all. 

He hears the door to Evie’s room open and close softly and a moment later she sits beside him on the stairs. Instantly, his arm comes around her figure, tugging her to his side. 

“Sorry it took so long.”

“Don’t apologize.” He places a kiss to the top of her head and his heart skips a beat when she snuggles even closer to him. 

They sit in comfortable silence and Harry knows she is probably overthinking everything that happened tonight, not in the right way.

“Evie is amazing,” he says.

“You think so?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Thank you for letting me get to know her.”

She lifts her head and looks him in the eyes, that’s when he sees the tears in hers. 

“So it’s not too much?” He takes her face in his hands and then kisses her gently.

“Nothing about you will ever be too much, Y/N.”

She sighs in relief, as if she’s been carrying a weight all along that’s been lifted off her shoulders. 

“Do you want to… stay the night?” she whispers against his lips. 

“I would love to.”

“Even if Evie will barge into my room around six in the morning probably?”

“Now I want to stay even more,” he chuckles lightly. 

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Y/N wakes slowly and lazily, turning from one side to the other, her hand reaching out on the bed, looking for Harry, but she finds nothing, but the pillow he slept on. His absence wakes her more abruptly, searching for him with her eyes, but she sees no sight of him in the room. With a hammering heart she sits up and holds the sheets to her chest as her thoughts start racing, thinking about Harry sneaking out sometime in the middle of the night. 

Her throat starts to close up as she spirals into the thought of another failed dating attempt, but this one hurts so much more than the previous ones, she trusted him… she loved him… yet he left her. 

Then she hears Evie’s laughter, coming from downstairs. And another voice. 

Harry’s. 

She jumps out of bed and puts on her robe before rushing downstairs, finding her little girl in the kitchen with none other than Harry making… pancakes?

“Mommy!” Evie cheers when she sees her, jumping off the stool she uses to reach the counter. She runs up to Y/N and hugs her tightly.

“Hi Honey, what’s going on?” she asks, but the question is addressed more to Harry rather than to Evie.

“We’re making pancakes!” she answers with excitement. 

“I hope it’s okay,” Harry adds shyly, holding the spatula in his hand. “She came into the bedroom, but you didn’t wake up so I thought… I could let you rest a bit more while we make breakfast.”

It’s such a small gesture, but it’s been quite long since the last time someone did something for her. Being a single parent means doing everything herself and to be honest, her ex-husband wasn’t much of a help around the house in the last year or so in their marriage. 

This was Harry’s first time staying over and he already feels like part of their household. 

As Evie climbs back onto the stool and starts stirring the pancake mixture Y/N can’t stop herself from wrapping her arms around Harry’s waist and kissing him. 

“It’s… more than okay. It’s everything,” she whispers against his lips before stealing another quick kiss. 

They finish making breakfast and then eat together. Then Y/N sends Evie to the bathroom to clean herself up while she and Harry clean the table. 

“Listen, I don’t want you to feel like you have to–” she starts, but she is cut off quickly.

“Like I have to do all these extra things for you and Evie?” Harry asks with a tiny smirk as they start loading the washer. “First of all, I did nothing extra. This is pretty much the bare minimum, caring for others, sharing the tasks. This is what partners do.” She lets out an airy chuckle before he continues. “Second… I would do anything for you. And Evie as well. I know I just met her, but…” Taking a deep breath he straightens up and waits for Y/N to do the same. “I love you. Everything about you and everything that’s part of you and Evie is part of you. She is wonderful and I know you’re afraid I might see her as a burden which comes from your experiences with assholes, but it’s not happening with me. Alright?”

“You promise?” she asks in a whisper, tears dwelling in her eyes. He steps closer to her, taking her face between his palms. 

“Promise,” he answers and kisses her softly.

“By the way, I love you too,” she says with a small chuckle. “Yeah, I heard your L bomb.”

“I did drop the L bomb, yeah,” he grins and just when he is about to go in for another kiss Evie runs out to them.

“I’m done! What are we doing today? Harry, are you staying?” 

“Well, do you want me to stay?” he asks, smiling down at her.

“Yes!”

“Then,” he starts, turning his gaze back at Y/N. “Yes. I’m staying.”

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Back To You - Part 2 | Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, blood, injuries, and swearing

Summary: When Sam left after turning eighteen, you were devastated. You’d been in love with her since you were kids and her leaving meant you never got to tell her how you truly felt.

Fast forward a couple of years, Tara gets attacked and Sam returns. . .

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Sam’s words die in the back of her throat when she sees me and for a moment we just stare at each other.

It’s been five years since we last saw each other, and even though I would still recognize her anywhere, she’s changed a lot.

She’s no longer a troubled teenager who relies on drugs and petty crime to feel good. No, she’s all grown up now, like me, and despite her tired and worry filled eyes she looks healthy. She looks good in her green jacket and with her hair up in a claw clip.

A wave of bitterness washes over me and I have half a mind to turn back around and walk out of the room again.

She came back for Tara, but she didn’t come back for me when I needed her the most.

I know it’s unfair to compare the two situations, I wasn’t attacked by a psycho, but I did almost die along with my parents.

“Y/N.” Her voice is soft, unlike the last time I heard it when she screamed at me to stop calling her.

I swallow harshly and try to keep any emotions off my face. “Hello, Sam.”

The twins share a confused look, and Wes and Amber watch Tara to see how she’s reacting to this unexpected reunion.

“You’re hurt.” She gets up from my chair next to the bed and takes a hesitant step toward me. “Tara said you were stabbed saving her.” I nod and when she takes another step forward, I instinctively take a step back. She freezes and something like hurt flits across her face.

It makes my insides clench up because I never thought I’d ever be the reason for that look on her face, but then again, she’s hurt me so much in the past, I think stepping back because I don’t want to be hugged or touched by her seems like a normal reaction.

She goes to say something, her brown eyes soft and pleading, but then the door opens and in steps a guy I don’t recognize.

“Sam do you want anything from the— Oh, hello,” he smiles when he sees me, oblivious to the tension in the room. “I don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Richie, Sam’s boyfriend.”

My heart drops. Boyfriend. Right.

I force myself not to look at Sam and shake his hand when he offers it to me. “Y/N. I’m. . .” Sam’s best friend? No, not anymore. “I’m Tara’s friend.”

His smile brightens and he says, “Ah yes, you’re the one who saved her, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” I say quietly, shifting my arm in the sling.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he continues. “What you did is very impressive. Not many people would have tackled a psychotic killer with a knife.”

My gaze darts to Sam for a split second. She’s sat back down next to Tara again, but her eyes haven’t left me. There’s now a guilty look on her face and when she realizes I’m looking at her, she quickly averts her eyes and buries her hands in her lap.

“Yes, well, it’s not like I had a choice,” I snap. I acted because I knew if I didn’t, Tara would get killed. I didn’t do it to come off as braver or heroic, and something about being praised for it rubs me the wrong way.

Richie’s eyes widen and he quickly tries to back-pedal. “No, of course not. I understand. I’m just saying—“

I clench my jaw and lift a hand to stop him “Save it. I don’t care.”

Technically, he’s done nothing wrong, but I already don’t like him and it’s not because he’s Sam’s boyfriend. No, that’s not the reason. Not at all.

“Y/N!”

Oh hell no.

“What, Sam?” I ask, pinning her down with a challenging glare.

She flinches and frowns. I’ve never, never, talked to her like this before.

“I—“

She’s once again interrupted just like when Richie entered the room. This time, however, it’s by Amber who speaks up with a sheepish smile on her face. “Guys, Tara is really tired. Maybe we should give her some space.”

I stop glaring at Sam and look at Tara. She does look pretty tired. Her eyes are glassy and it looks like every breath she takes is exhausting.

The twins and Wes agree, leaving with Amber after Amber gives Tara a hug. Sam gets up as well, but Tara asks her to stay and since I promised I wouldn’t leave until Ghostface is caught, I stay as well.

Richie looks back and forth between Sam and me, now no longer oblivious to the tension, before taking a seat on the chair in the corner.

Of course he’s staying, too. For fuck’s sake. . .

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” I ignore Sam who’s once again looking at me, and focus on Tara.

“Do you still have my inhaler?” she asks and I shake my head.

“No, I’m sorry. I dropped it in your driveway, but I can go and get it if you want,” I offer.

No matter what terms Sam and I are on, I know she won’t let anything happen to Tara if I’m not here, and if Tara wants me to go and get it, I’ll go.

Leaving will also give them a chance to catch up properly and while I’m out, I can go home and take a quick shower.

There’s still some dried blood in my hair that I want to get rid of and I’m itching to get out of the shirt the hospital gave me after they cut mine off me.

“Please. . .”

I smile reassuringly and squeeze Tara’s uninjured leg over the comforter. “Okay. I’ll be back soon.” My face hardens and I look at Sam, shooting her a pointed look.

You better keep her safe. . .

She nods and straightens up a little. I turn and leave before she can try and start another conversation. On my way out, I spare one last glance at Richie who smiles tentatively and waves.

Moron.

Eleven years ago

I jump on my bed, face first, and groan into the pillow. Today’s been a long day.

I didn’t have school because we’re on winter break, but hockey practice is still being held and today’s practice was particularly long and grueling.

My dad even laughed at how tired I looked after picking me up, and my mom made sure I had an extra large serving of dinner.

Now, I just want to sleep. I’ve eaten and showered, and I’m too tired to watch a movie on my laptop like I normally would. So, I wiggle around in an attempt to get under the comforter without getting up.

A moment later though, I stop at the familiar sound of someone tapping on my window. There’s only one person who climbs the tree outside my window to sneak into my room.

“It’s open,” I mumble with a smile on my face. I don’t bother getting up, or even turning around because I know she’ll join me on the bed in a few seconds anyway.

The window slides open and there’s some shuffling before her feet land on my floor. She shuts the window again, and my smile widens because any moment now she’ll jump on the bed.

I wait, and wait, but nothing happens.

“Sam?”

No answer.

My smile dims and when I hear a sniffle, I frown. I finally turn around and the sight that greets me makes me curse myself for not turning around earlier.

Standing in the middle of my room in nothing but a tank top and sweatpants is Sam. She’s shivering and has goosebumps all over her body, but that’s not what concerns me the most. No, what concerns me the most are the tears that are streaming down her face.

“Sam?” Alarmed, I shuffle off the bed and cup her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. “What’s wrong?”

Her brown eyes are red rimmed and her bottom lip quivers. Once again though, she doesn’t answer. Instead, she rushes forward and wraps her arms around my waist.

“Hey. . .” I return the hug and bring one hand up to the back of her head when she pushes her face against the side of my neck. “What’s wrong?”

She still doesn’t answer, so I figure she doesn’t want to talk about it.

What going on? Did she have a fight with Tara, or her mom?

We continue hugging without saying anything, just basking in each other’s company until Sam starts shivering.

“Sammy,” I try to break our hug, but she whines and claws at my back to keep me close. “You’re freezing.”

“I don’t care,” she whispers, and the defeat in her voices makes my heart hurt.

“But I do,” I argue softly, reaching behind me to unclasp her arms from around me. “Here, take this.” I take off my hoodie and slip it over her head. “There, much better.” I make sure it fits properly, un-bunching the bottom and fidgeting with the too-long sleeves before pulling her over to the bed.

She wordlessly slips under the covers and drags me down with her, cuddling up to me as soon as I’m within reach.

She stopped crying a while ago, but she’s obviously still feeling vulnerable, so I pull her closer and run my hand up and down her back.

This isn’t the first time we’ve found ourselves in this position, but it feels different than any other times before. Something has changed and I have yet to find out what it is.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep because the next time I open my eyes, it’s seven in the morning. I stretch and turn to maybe get some more sleep, but then I realize the bed next to me is empty.

“Sam?” I ask, but Sam is gone. The window is open and the spot next to me is still warm, so it can’t have been long since she left.

Present

I step out of the elevator and greet Deputy Vinson and a nurse who are chatting at the nurses’ station.

They nod and smile in greeting before getting back to their conversation, and I make my way to Tara’s room.

I feel much better now, having showered and changed into a new set of clothes. I took a cab from the hospital to Tara’s, grabbed her inhaler, and then drove my car back to my own apartment.

I also called Liam and Paige, updating them on the situation and telling them about Sam’s unexpected appearance.

They know how I felt about her in high school since the three of us have been friends since middle school. They offered to come to the hospital and act as a kind of buffer between Sam and me, but I obviously declined.

I’m more than capable of dealing with Sam’s presence, even if dealing with it is simply ignoring her or interacting with her as little as possible. She broke my heart a long time ago and even though I’d be lying if I said I was over it, I know it’s best to just stay away from her.

Someone rounding the corner and crashing into me at full speed rips me out of my thoughts. I stumble slightly and grasp at the wall to stop us from going down together.

“Hey! Watch where—“ Crap. So much for staying away.

My mouth snaps shut when I realize who ran into me, and then my eyes widen when I see the panicked look on her face.

“What’s going on?”

Sam clings to me and tries to push me back, away from where she just came from, and for a moment all the hurt, anger, and despair she’s caused is forgotten.

“Somebody tried to kill me in the break room!” she cries and without thinking, I wrap my arm that is not in the sling around her and pull her closer.

“What?!”

Our shouting alerts Deputy Vinson, who comes running over with his gun in hand.

“In the break room you say?” he asks, and Sam nods frantically. Without another word, he dashes off, gun raised and shoulders tense.

“Are you hurt?” I ask, breathless even though Sam’s the one who literally just fought off the killer. Her panicked eyes dart around the place, still sensing danger in every shadow, so I tighten my grip on her and repeat myself. “Sam, are you hurt?”

She finally looks at me and shakes her head, panting. “N-No, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” I look her over but she seems to be telling the truth because I can’t spot anything amiss except maybe her disheveled hair which is no longer in its claw clip. She’s also taken her jacket off and is now only wearing a white t shirt.

She nods again which causes a few strands of hair to fall in her face. I instinctively reach up and tuck a piece behind her ear only to freeze a heartbeat later when my knuckles brush against her cheek.

What am I doing?

Sam is frozen as well and her brown eyes are darting all over my face, a storm of emotions raging in their depths.

I clear my throat and blink rapidly, stepping back. It makes her hands drop off my chest and I hate how I miss the warmth of her palms through my sweater.

“Y/N. . .”

“Sam!” Richie comes rushing around the corner and when he spots us he’s quick to pull Sam into a hug. “Oh my God, are you okay? Deputy Vinson just told me what happened.”

“I— Yeah, I’m okay.” Sam eyes linger on me and for a moment an emotion I can’t quite pinpoint flickers across her face. Then, however, she turns her attention to Richie and I look away when she lets him kiss her softly.

“Good. I was so worried,” he mumbles and if the kiss wasn’t too much for me already, his sickeningly sweet tone definitely is. I clench my jaw and brush past them, absolutely hating the hurt that settles on my chest and makes it hard for me to breathe.

Focus, Y/N. Tara needs you.

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This one’s a little bit shorter than the last, but I had to get some of the backstory stuff out of the way before the story picks up properly.

(Not proofread yet)

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[hypewinter]

You know Duke doesn't get nearly as much love within the dp x dc fandom as he deserves. That man has as much potential as the rest of them and to prove it, I give you the following scenario we see a lot of:

Danny as Duke's brother

Danny reincarnates because after a long time as a full ghost, he wants to experience living again. The only problem is that he reincarnates to some pretty crappy parents. They never wanted him and they make it blatantly obvious. Luckily, Danny's best friend and his family are incredibly nice. They celebrate his achievements when his parents are too drunk to care and let him sleep over all the time. One day Duke's parents make the sleepover permanent and Danny never has to go home again (it isn't until years later he learns the Thomas's persuaded his parents to give up their parental rights).

Thus begins Danny's life as the second Thomas son. And honestly life starts going pretty good for Danny. Who knew having healthy and loving parents would do such wonders on Danny's development and mental health? But then tragedy strikes. Their parents disappear and the two are placed in foster care. Duke reassures him that everything will be fine. That they'll stick together no matter what. But Duke keeps disappearing at night. He claims he's looking for their parents, but he never lets Danny go with him (This is to protect him). And suddenly all of Danny's unprocessed trauma from this life and the last comes flooding in and he gets this intense urge to keep Duke in his sights at all times. So he becomes Duke's shadow.

He sneaks out after Duke and gets back before he does. He makes sure to keep just the right distance so that Duke doesn't notice him but he can also jump into action if need be. Anytime Danny loses sight of his brother, he panics. He practically goes feral until Duke is in his sights again. Danny is determined to keep his brother safe. He doesn't want to end up all alone anymore. He wouldn't be able to handle it.

As time passes, Danny begins to believe this will be their new routine. Him constantly chasing after Duke. Constantly worrying if this is the day he'll be left all alone. And things only get worse. Because it turns out their parents were jokerized and there's nothing to be done about it. So Danny's hope that one day he could get his perfect little family back in dashed on the rocks. Then Bruce Wayne comes and offers to foster them and Duke agrees but Danny silently doesn't.

He knows who Bruce Wayne really is. He knows that he's training his brother. He knows that he's taking Duke away from him. He knows there's nothing he can do about it. So Danny sinks even further. He stops following Duke around. Then he stops going outside all together. He starts pushing everyone away (that way it'll be easier when they eventually leave him).

Meanwhile on Duke's end, he notices his brother pulling away. He noticed for a while actually. He just thought that Danny was having a tough time during this transition period so he gave him some space. But then Danny keeps shutting people out and so he starts taking things a little more seriously. Duke starts trying to coax Danny out of his room. He tries to get him to talk about his interests again. But all he gets is angry lash outs instead. Finally Danny says something that makes Duke angry and a massive confrontation ensues. This of course leads to a heart to heart confession time and finally Danny opens up. He spills everything and the two brothers embrace in a tearful heart to heart. We end with Danny slowly starting to interact with the others at Wayne Manor (And getting some much needed therapy too).

Whether Danny joins Duke on patrol is up to you

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[sub! priest x obsessed! gn! reader drabble]

You’ve never really been one for religion, per say. Sure, you drove by a local church practically every morning on your way to work, and sure, most of your neighbors attended said church, but that was about it. You were too busy with your job. Almost as if you were drowning yourself in it. At this point, your dreams were lined with stacks of paperwork.

Your family and friends often told you that you shut yourself in too much. Most of your other relatives had gotten partners, settled down, had families. You were always the odd one out during family gatherings. The only one amongst family your age with nothing to your name but your work.

That took a drastic turn, however.

You’d heard fleeting talk from your neighbors about a new priest arising within the church. The only thing you could say confidently about him was that his name was Abel. Your neighbors, an elderly couple, politely brought up the topic of church after some small talk with them. You didn’t really have much work to complete, or anything to do for that matter, so you casually agreed. Maybe your parents would leave you alone then.

Sunday came all too quickly for you and before you knew it, you’d put together your ‘Sunday Best’, or at least tried to. You couldn’t say that you looked amazing, but at the very least your outfit wasn’t terrible. It was okay. Fog had covered a great deal of the morning scenery, casting a rather gloomy outlook on the neighborhood. You didn’t bother paying attention though; it was just weather, after all.

So with that, you started your car and backed out of your driveway.

When you arrived at the church, you were pleased to see your neighbors at the entrance. You made small talk here and there, and it was overall a lovely addition to your morning. You watched as more and more people pulled into the parking lot.

The morning had zipped by so fast that by the time you could blink, you’d found yourself seated on a pew in the far corners of the church, listening to who you believed to be Father Abel recite verses from the Bible.

Your palms grew clammy as his gaze lazily drifted across the room, a sense of calmness sweeping in with it. You tried your best to pay attention to what he was saying, but your efforts proved to be unfruitful as you couldn’t help but wander back to Father Abel.

You scolded yourself for being so impacted by a man you hadn’t even met with yet.

For the next couple weeks, you attended the church daily. Every Sunday you’d get dressed and make a beeline for the familiar building. Your parents had been thrilled at the news, grateful that you had found a passion for something other than work. In all honesty, you did. It felt freeing to obsess less over your job, excitement pouring in at the thought of next Sunday.

It wasn’t for the reasons your parents believed, however. On the contrary, it was something much more..questionable.

In all of your life, you’d never been so drawn to a person before. Abel. He had changed that, knowingly or not. With every coming Sunday you found yourself looking forward to seeing him again, though you would still chastise yourself to no avail. You’d end up going to church just to catch a glimpse of him. The way he talked, the way he moved with such dignity and grace had completely captivated you.

You knew it was unhealthy. You knew it was wrong. You didn’t care.

The first time Abel had looked at you—fully, not a restless gaze this time—was your fifth week at church. He had been delivering a sermon, mesmerizing the attendees with his powerful gaze. You were transfixed, in all honesty. The elegance he exuded, the concise way he spoke—you almost wanted to drown in it.

You’d been staring so intensely that by the time you realized he’d looked directly at you, he was already shifting his gaze elsewhere. You could’ve sworn that his eyes had struck a chord deep within you. Captivated.

The second time left you breathless. In the early moments of your arrival, you’d been awkwardly shuffling past the hordes of people at the door towards your usual spot in the back. It was overstimulating; the loud voices paired with the never ending footsteps was definitely something to your half-asleep figure.

Your eyes had been darting all over the place, frantic in their pursuit of whatever you’d been looking for. Abel had been up in very front of the church, as usual, simply watching the crowd enter. You’d locked gazes with him the moment he’d been scanning over the area near you. Your heart had started to pound a mile a minute and you were sure that you saw a ghost of smirk on his face.

The third time was enough for you to go into cardiac arrest. People had slowly been oozing out of the church, as the sermon had just ended. You’d stayed for just a couple more minutes, letting it soak all in.

There was a reason why you’d stayed even for just a little while longer. You’d been waiting for quite some time to just spill out what had been going on inside your home for the past weeks.

It started with dreams. They were never really clear to begin with, but it always ended with Abel. You couldn’t get the image of him out of your head. Flushed, sweaty, beautiful as he collapsed back onto the sheets. Taut skin glistening with thin sheens of sweat, ecstasy swirling in his eyes.

Then it slowly escalated to fleeting thoughts. Whether you were in the middle of work or talking to your parents over the phone, your mind would wander just for a moment. Thinking about how he would feel underneath you. How his warmth would mix with yours.

From there it climbed even higher. You’d gone from random dreams to full on fantasies. Touching him, kissing him, corrupting him, him, him, him. You tried to stop. You really did. But you were already too far gone, too deep in.

You were just getting up from your pew when you noticed Abel walking around. Then he’d approached you and started talking. The sound of his voice up close was sweeter than any bird you’d ever hear. It was nothing special. You’d anxiously tried to keep the conversation going. Until he popped the question.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

You paused. You did, truly, but at the moment you’d been granted the opportunity, you hesitated.

You looked down in shame. “…Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.”

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“Fuhck! Pleashe, I need it, ahhh!” He gasped, head falling back as his hair prettily framed his face. Glowing. That’s what he was. If he’d dared to curse like this during his sermons, chances are he’d be publicly condemned for such a thing. But this was no longer a priest. This was a man lost to debauchery.

He curled into his nude body as you thumbed his slit, heavy breaths escaping his throat. At this rate, he didn’t even want to be saved. Abel reveled in the feeling of your fist pumping his cock, giving him high after high after high. A part of him was embarrassed that he was losing himself to sin on a wooden pew of all places, smack in the middle of a holy place. That part was long gone.

He bucked his hips up into your hand, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt another release coming.

You kissed up his neck softly as you fucked him silly, while he moaned directly into your ear. “Are you close, baby?” You asked, stroking his length.

“Yesss,” He choked out, “Ca—uh!—can I?” He let out a shaky breath, addicted to the feeling of your body on his.

“Cum for me.” Your blunt answer sent shivers up his spine, and before he knew it, he’d been bucking up into the air again, ropes of cum coating his chest. He panted heavily, collapsing back on the pew as his eyes threatened to close.

Finally, with one heaving breath, he uttered, “Can we…can we take this to my place?”

Giggling, twirling, kicking my legs . . he seems so cute !! <3

[evans23]

RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 3 - A TREAT

Pairing : Sinclair Bryant x OC

Summary : It's December, Sinclair's favorite time of year, at least before his divorce. But this year, it will be his first Christmas with a woman who truly loves him for who he is, not for what he represents. She is his special treat.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Smut. Fluff.

A/N : And here the third story for this intense Rickmas. It's challenging but it brings me a lot of joy. Thanks for it @deepperplexity

This is the part 2 of I am yours

Part I

Also read on AO3 - Wattpad

Two months. It had been two months since you had finally offered yourself to Sinclair for his greatest happiness. Officially, you had been a couple for eight months, but it had taken you time to offer yourself to him and to feel comfortable enough to tell him your little secret. Well, you hadn't really told him, Sinclair had guessed and you had simply confirmed.

It was now the beginning of December. The week before, you had celebrated your birthday, a drizzly day in November but that Sinclair had managed to brighten up with his presence. And with a chocolate cake, your favorite. He hadn't forgotten. Some people like to make fun of him by saying that he always talks without ever letting anyone else get a word in edgewise, but that's not true, he knew how to listen too.

Today, you were both busy decorating the tree that stood in the beige-toned living room. The warm atmosphere of the room, illuminated by the garlands and the small colored lights that blinked all around you made the living room even more comforting than usual.

"This tree is a little too big, isn't it ?" you asked, laughing softly.

"It doesn't even touch the ceiling," Sinclair replied, kissing your temple.

This was your first Christmas together. The fifth for him since the divorce with the one-who-was-no-longer-named. Well, in your head, you nicknamed her the bitch who had fucked her brother.

"What do you normally do at Christmas ?" you asked, hanging a glass ball on the tree.

"When I was a kid, we had big, lavish parties. My parents' whole house was decorated: big trees, luxurious dinners, expensive gifts. The kids stayed in the playroom most of the time. Honestly, it was kind of boring."

You looked away, a little embarrassed. It was obvious that you and Sinclair didn't come from the same world, even if it had never bothered him.

"With... With you know who, it was always very cold. If I threw a big party, she told me she felt left out, if we were invited to my parents' house, she said he made fun of her - which is totally false ! - and if it was just the two of us... well, I wasn't enough for her. And nothing I could offer her was ever enough," he said bitterly.

He fell silent, his cheeks slightly red, as if he regretted talking about her. You took his hand in yours and gave him a small smile. Sinclair tried not to mention his ex-wife in front of you so as not to hurt you, but sometimes, it was stronger than him, he needed to talk about it. You didn't mind, you understood that he was still terribly scarred by what she had done to him and you appreciated knowing that he trusted you enough to open up and share what was still hurting him today.

"But after the divorce, and after an exorbitant amount of therapy, I learned to love the holidays again like I did before... her."

"At home, we didn't really have any traditions," you said to lighten the mood and distract Sinclair from his gloomy memories, "it was just my parents and I. We'd eat a simple meal and then spend the evening in front of the TV watching Christmas movies. But it was never really a big holiday in our house."

"Do you regret it ?" Sinclair asked sincerely.

You thought for a moment before shaking your head. 

"Not really. When I was little, we spent Christmas at my grandmother's house with my father's whole family and it was so... hypocritical. Everyone pretended to get along and smiled at each other falsely. Of course, I was too young to understand, but once I was a teenager, those Christmas parties became heavy. When my grandmother felt too old to host us all, we started to do it just the three of us and it was fine like that... And then... as an introvert, big crowds tire me out quickly," you added with a small smile.

"I know, and I am eternally grateful to you for accompanying me to all my professional parties," Sinclair said with a smile even brighter than the garland he was diligently hanging on the wall.

"It's normal, I want to be with you. That's what good girlfriends do !"

Sinclair's smile widened even more. 

"Are you glad your parents are here for New Year's ?"

"Yes, they love you," you replied, handing him a thumbtack.

Your parents had met Sinclair shortly before you moved in with him, and your mother had told you that it might have taken you a while to decide, but at least you had chosen well. Your mother never made a mistake, and you had known she was the right one. As for your father, all it took was for Sinclair to start talking to him about sea fish for him to fall under her spell.

"I'm glad to spend this Christmas in a simpler way," Sinclair said in his deep voice as he stepped down from his stepladder.

"Really? I don't want you to change your ways for me."

"Not at all. It's you and you alone that I want to be with. This will be our first Christmas and I love this simplicity."

He kissed you tenderly before deepening the kiss. He lifted you up with ease and as your legs wrapped around his hips, he led you into the bedroom to share a tender moment under the sheets filled with caresses, tender kisses and sweet words whispered in your ear.

The following days, you began to create your own traditions. You walked in your favorite park on a sunny and dry but particularly cold afternoon at Sinclair wrapped you in his wool scarf when you started to shiver despite your own scarf and your wool coat lined with silk that he had given you for your birthday.

You had also spent an entire afternoon preparing gingerbread cookies and cupcakes with delicious and colorful decorations with Christmas music in the background and in the evening, to accompany your pastries, you had prepared a hot chocolate garnished with marshmallow.

There had been Christmas movie nights of course, but also board game nights and many reading nights during which you took turns reading your favorite novels, sometimes introducing the other to an author they would never have thought of reading before.

And slowly but surely, the days had passed until December 24th. Sinclair, who had worked all month, was finally enjoying a well-deserved day off. In the early morning, you had left him to enjoy a restful sleep and had gone to prepare his favorite breakfast: fried eggs with sausages, bacon and warm toast. You had also prepared a hot chocolate that you hoped would soothe his irritated throat and you had left a bar of honey-filled chocolate, your favorite.

You woke him up with a series of kisses on the back of his neck, but without you expecting it, Sinclair turned you over with a fluid movement and you found yourself pinned to the mattress, Sinclair pinning you before his solid body. 

His lips crushed gently on yours as one of his hands moved up the t-shirt - his t-shirt - that you had worn to sleep. His lips traveled down your throat and, in one movement, Sinclair removed your t-shirt to let his lips travel down your almost naked body.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered in your ear.

"Keep going," you told him as you buried your fingers in his dark blond hair.

His lips traveled down to the bottom of your stomach as his fingers played with the edge of your pajama pants. You lifted your hips slightly and he slid your pants and panties down your pale legs before throwing them to the floor.

You placed your cold hands underneath Sinclair’s shirt, making him shiver slightly but, far from turning him away, he continued to explore your body, his tongue gently caressing your clit.

“Sinclair, please,” you whispered as one of his fingers teased your entrance.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he continued to tease your clit, his eagle-beaked nose pressing just where it should have been to make you moan without giving you the release you craved.

Just as you were about to come, Sinclair stopped, chuckling softly when you let out a small frustrated groan. He then got rid of his boxers, and positioned himself at your entrance, his hard member teasing your soaking pussy, ready for him.

He gave you a tender look to make sure you were ready. A nod from you, and he was already slowly sinking into you, his slow and calculated thrusts sending shocks throughout your body.

"Faster," you said in a breath.

Sinclair didn't need to be asked twice, his movements intensified, but still with a certain reserve. His member was longer than average and even if since your first time you had shared several nights together, you remained inexperienced and you were still learning to recognize what you liked and didn't like while he guided you with patience and love.

"Sin... Sinclair," you stammered as you felt your orgasm building inside you.

"I love you, [Y/N]," Sinclair said breathlessly.

"I love you too," you replied, one of your hands gripping his hair and the other sliding down his back.

Sinclair picked up the pace a little more, his eyes closed as if he was trying to stay focused as your toes curled against the sheets and your nipples hardened with each new thrust from Sinclair.

"[Y/N], I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Sinclair didn't have time to finish his sentence as his orgasm caused shockwaves into your vagina, triggering your own orgasm. Feeling your tight pussy contract against his cock, Sinclair let out a grunt of satisfaction, a primal grunt that made your own chest vibrate.

Sinclair kissed you one last time, then pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling that he quickly filled by holding you close to him.

"Thanks for breakfast," Sinclair whispered, making you laugh softly.

The rest of the day passed in relative calm. You were wearing casual clothes. You had nothing planned and no one was going to disturb your little cocoon of warmth and intimacy. In the living room, the tree was shining brightly, on the TV, "Die Hard" was distracting you and the cinnamon and orange scented candles added a pleasant touch. You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, leaning against Sinclair's chest, who was totally absorbed in the movie, so much so that he had forgotten his bowl of popcorn.

Well sheltered, protected from the cold outside and the snow that had started to fall at the end of the morning, covering the garden and the windowsills with a white blanket, you felt good, safe in each other's arms. And for the first time in a long time, Sinclair felt serene.

After the movie, you headed to the kitchen. You had taken care of the main course: vegetarian lasagna, and Sinclair of the dessert, a surprise you knew nothing about. The smell of tomato sauce and grilled cheese perfumed the entire kitchen. Sinclair was busy preparing the table while you watched the lasagna. When you came back with the dishes, you saw Sinclair's effort to prepare a pretty festive table. He had laid out a pretty white tablecloth decorated with gold snowflakes. Candles provided an intimate atmosphere and in the background you could hear Wham!.

"I can't wait to taste your lasagna !" Sinclair exclaimed as he sat down at the table with an almost childish excitement.

You had done well to have planned two large dishes of lasagna. Sinclair had several helpings and he was already looking forward to knowing that there would be some more for the next day... or for the evening if he ever got a little hungry.

"Please, this is my first try so don't make fun of me if it's inedible," he said as he arrived with his dessert.

It was a Christmas Pudding that looked... unappealing. But you said nothing, waiting to taste it to give your opinion. If the visual aspect was not the most inviting, the taste was exquisite.

"You're too demanding of yourself, Sinclair. It's delicious," you said between bites.

Your sincerity, your happy and loving gaze, erased all his fears. With you, he didn't aim for perfection. All he wanted was to see that glow of pride, contentment and reassurance, mixed with the obvious love you had for him.

You shared a hot, foamy bath enhanced with lavender essential oil accompanied by champagne. You dozed gently against him as he told you how sparkling white wine had become champagne. He continued by telling you about Henry II and how his conquest of Gascony had allowed the introduction of viticulture in the United Kingdom while wrapping you in a thick bathrobe.

A few hours before Christmas, you settled back into the living room, both of you covered with a blanket. Sinclair was reading Emily Bronte's work out loud while you absently stroked his arm, wondering how you had managed to be so lucky, to have met such a man and for him to have let you into his life without knowing that Sinclair was asking himself the same question.

"A hot chocolate?" he asked suddenly, making you jump slightly.

You nodded and smiled gratefully. Except that when he came back, Sinclair was not only holding a steaming cup in his hand, but a small package that he handed to you with barely contained excitement.

You opened the velvet box under his watchful gaze. Inside, there was a gold mesh bracelet with several small pendants.

"Sinclair! This is too much!" you exclaimed, moved.

"Nothing is too much for you," Sinclair answered sincerely, taking the bracelet to put it on your wrist. "A book, because you were reading Sense and Sensibility the first time I had the courage to talk to you, a cup, for the milkshakes you drink every day, a car so that you have one of my passions with you, a clover so that you always have luck and a heart," he listed as he presented each pendant to you one by one.

"My heart," he added almost shyly, a rare occurrence for Sinclair.

You kissed him without hesitation and he hugged you.

"I'm a little ashamed to give you my gift now," you said with a little redness in your cheeks.

"I'm sure I'll love it !" Sinclair exclaimed excitedly.

You went to get it, hidden among your beauty products, and handed it to him a little shyly. You had spent weeks and weeks to finish it on time. It was only yesterday afternoon that you had finally managed to complete your work, albeit imperfect. 

You would have liked to give Sinclair something more beautiful, but he already had all the books in the world including first editions - not that you could have given him a first edition on your meager salary as a receptionist for a private school - and you had never seen him wear jewelry.

"[Y/N], it's beautiful," Sinclair said as he unwrapped a hand-knitted scarf.

You weren't really convinced, but nothing could have made you doubt his sincerity, especially when he wrapped it around his neck without hesitation.

"I know it's not much..." you started, but he interrupted you almost immediately.

"It's perfect ! Just what I needed to keep warm this winter."

And just like I will always protect your heart, Sinclair, you thought without daring to say it out loud.

He hugged you and you settled back on the couch. Sinclair turned on the TV just in time to see the beginning of Little Women, a movie he knew you loved. He absently played with the bracelet that hung around your wrist, smiling to himself. There, in the comfort of your home, in the warm caring embrace, he felt at peace.

Nothing mattered anymore. Past failures, loneliness, Natalie and Richard, nothing. Except you. You and the calm with which you surrounded his existence, soothing the demons of his past that had haunted him for so long, reminding him again and again of the burning pain of the humiliation he had felt.

As midnight struck, announcing Christmas, and the snow fell harder, Sinclair observed your peaceful face on which the glow of a candle danced. You had finally fallen asleep, totally abandoned in his arms, in full trust. His heart swelled with love. You had become, in a short time, the center of his universe, his source of joy, peace, love. 

You were his present and his future. You were his special treat.

[nicksbestie]

Inside Your Head - N. Sturniolo

Summary : You had no way to block out the thoughts of others, and one specific person just wouldn't leave your mind.

Warnings : descriptions of migraines, 16+ content (no smut, makeout/suggestive content)

Word Count : 2,300

Pairing : Nick Sturniolo/Male Reader (romantic)

A/N : got this idea from a Pinterest prompt!

You had a splitting migraine.

This wasn’t completely uncommon for you, and you had tried to seek out many ways to keep it from happening again. You’d tried painkillers, endless doctor appointments, sleeping more, drinking tons of water, but nothing had worked. Deep down, you knew nothing would fix it, but you were still holding out a little bit of hope that something would blanket the real reason you could never stop the headaches. You could hear the doctor’s disappointment as you explained everything that you had already tried, and you could hear the hope fade out of them. Except when you said you could hear it, it wasn’t a figure of speech like most people used. You could hear their thoughts, just like everybody else. What a bomb drop, right? 

Telepathy really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Not by a long shot. Sure, it would be cool sometimes if you could choose when to hear what people were thinking, but in your case, that wasn’t possible. Or if it was, you had no idea how to do that, so you got to hear everything, which sometimes hurt your feelings much more than told you juicy secrets. Or other times, the secrets were just plain depressing. You also got to hear all of the gross thoughts, ranging from illegal things to just disgusting ones. You weren’t unattractive, so you got to hear all of the thoughts about yourself as well, but the only thing that sucked was that they all came from girls, and you swung for the other team, so it didn’t really help you out much. 

You had no idea why this had happened to you. You knew what had caused it, but not why it had affected you in this way, and most of the time, it was fucking annoying. You’d been in a traumatic accident as a child, and had suffered a lot of blunt force to your head. You didn’t remember most of it happening. Your only memory was waking up in the hospital to bright lights piercing through your mind, and hundreds of worried voices racing around. Alarm bells didn’t ring for a while, because you were so groggy that you couldn’t tell what was going on. It wasn’t until later that you heard the doctor saying that you didn’t have a high chance of full recovery, wondering why your parents had said anything, when you realized that your doctor’s mouth hadn’t moved. He hadn’t spoken anything out loud. 

You didn’t know what to do, so you didn’t say anything, fear still racing through you and pain beginning to follow it as all of the medication in your veins was starting to slowly wear off. You didn’t even want to think about what had happened to you, let alone other people’s thoughts, so you’d never breathed a word about it, even now, ten years later. After all, if you walked up to someone and told them you could hear all of theirs, and everyone else’s, thoughts, who would believe you? You would probably get reported and sent somewhere for acting crazy, so was it really worth the risk? Besides, people wouldn’t want to be near you if they knew that they could never keep a single thing secret from you, even if you really, really, didn’t want to know about it. 

So here you were, sitting in your best friend’s bedroom, attempting to hang out and talk with him, but all you could focus on was the stabbing pain in your head from the bedroom on the other side of the wall, the loudest internal screaming and cursing you had ever heard. Matt noticed you rubbing the sides of your head, of course he did, but he also knew you struggled with bad headaches a lot, so he simply cut off all of the large lights in his room, trying to help you stay comfortable. He offered for you to go home if you needed to, but you had just gotten there, and you hadn’t seen each other in weeks, so there was no way you were leaving so soon. They had just gotten back to Boston from three weeks in LA, and you’d missed your friends like crazy.

You just really hoped Nick would stop fucking screaming. You didn’t need to check who was in the room, because everyone’s thoughts were in their own voices, and even if they weren’t, you’d still be able to tell that Nick was the only one coming up with such colorful words. Matt only knew that you had really bad migraines, he didn’t know what caused them, so he had no idea how to help you from here, simply letting you have your space, comfortable silence between the two of you. You could hear his thoughts as well, most of them pitying you for being in pain, and a couple about the video game he was playing. You excused yourself, stealing some of the painkillers in the bathroom cabinet, telling Matt you were going to go say hi to Nick. It wasn’t something that raised any alarms with him because you hadn’t really spoken to Nick since you had gotten there, as he was editing in his room.

You fought the urge to wince as the closer you got to Nick’s door, the louder his voice got, but as you knocked, it suddenly stopped, giving you some moments of relief. You sighed deeply, hearing the thought of “who the fuck is that?” before the door opened just a few seconds later. The smile that spread across Nick’s face was worth every moment of pain as he immediately pulled you into a hug, a happy greeting leaving from his lips. You hugged him back, smiling just as wide, hoping that if you were in here he would stop the yelling, and you really just wanted to be around him. His presence was calming, when he wasn’t losing his mind over an argument or editing a new video. 

You liked Nick. A lot, and you couldn’t deny that fact. You’d already tried so many times to pretend like it wasn’t real, that you were kidding yourself, but it hadn’t worked. He didn’t know, obviously, because how could you tell him? He didn’t even know you were gay. Figuring out your sexuality had been a recent development in your life, and thank god nobody could read your thoughts, because it was not pretty. You hadn’t told anyone, and that included all three of the triplets. So part of the reason that you were eager to hang around Nick was just due to the fact that you had a massive crush on him. Sitting down on his bed after finally making it through the doorway, you couldn’t help the fact that the smile didn’t leave your face. 

“You seem frustrated, what’s wrong?” 

Nick shook his head, smiling and gesturing towards the screens he had been editing on.

“This new video is being a pain in the ass to edit, and I’m about at my limit, even though it’s supposed to go up tomorrow.”

You shrugged, laying down and setting your phone down next to you.

“So do it tomorrow, then.” 

He looked at you with an incredulous smile, laying down next to you.

“You’re a terrible influence, my career will go downhill if I listen to you.” 

You laughed, stealing his phone and unlocking it before posting stupid pictures on his Close Friends story that he would probably have to delete later. He laughed with you, taking it back from your hands and posting a ridiculous photo on his public story of the two of you, knowing you were a known figure in his fanbase, so it wouldn’t cause too much uproar.

“I’m a wonderful influence, thank you. You’re clearly stressed, so just take a break, you’re allowed to relax for a bit. I think you should just stop for the day and hang out with me, I fucking missed you.”

“I missed you too, how have things been here?” 

A conversation panned for the next thirty minutes, both of you talking about the different things you had done while in different states, and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until you were halfway through a sentence when a thought popped through, and despite it being in Nick’s voice, you had to take a second to figure out if it was your imagination. 

“I really want to kiss him right now.” 

You had gotten another quarter of the way through your sentence before what you had just heard hit you, and you paused. Nick noticed, because he had been watching your face and listening intently, but if you had been able to see yourself through his eyes, you would’ve only seen your lips. He had really only been focusing on those, admiring the way you could spin and tell a story, while he had his supposedly secret thoughts about being able to do more with your lips than just listen to them speak. When you paused, he did too, looking concerned. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, sorry, just had a brain blank.”

You couldn’t tell him. There was no way that you could just spit that out, but as you continued to tell your story, he unintentionally caused you to stop again. 

“He reacted as soon as I thought about kissing him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he could read my mind or something fucking insane like that.”

You covered your shock with a cough, but your cheeks definitely flushed. 

He wanted you the same way you wanted him. 

But you weren’t going to do anything about it, not right this second, at least. You were going to let it sit for a while, because maybe it was just a fluke, an intrusive thought that he hadn’t pushed to the side just yet. But when yet another one of Nick’s thoughts spun around in your head, you didn’t want to wait any longer.

“He’s blushing, what the fuck, why does he look so pretty when he’s blushing?” 

You love to talk, but you swear you had never wrapped up a sentence quicker, just quietly staring at him. He laughed awkwardly, just looking back at you.

“What?” 

“Nothing, I just…” 

You trailed off, staring at Nick’s face, a smile still covering yours, but not an awkward one, one of relief, the stress of concealing a crush no longer on your mind. 

“You just what?” 

Nick still seemed slightly confused, but he had a gentle smile on his face as well, albeit his eyes looking a little concerned. There were a lot of thoughts running around your head, but the main one was: when were you going to get another chance like this? It was that exact question playing on repeat in your mind that caused you to close the small gap between the two of you, gently but firmly pressing your lips against his, one hand holding his. You could hear his mind go completely silent, and you were scared for a moment, wondering if you’d done something wrong, but just as you were about to pull back, Nick’s free hand flew up to cup the side of your face, kissing back, much rougher than your original kiss. This one was full of desperation, longing, the movement of his lips against yours saying everything that his words hadn’t been able to for however long. Pulling back, both of your lips red and gasping in breaths of air, he looked shocked but happiness lit up his eyes.

“You’re an even better kisser than I thought.” 

You softly laughed, staring at him before putting your hand on his face, mirroring yours, and pulling him back in. You’d been daydreaming about this for ages, there was no way you were going to just let it end with only one kiss. You both tried to take control of the kiss, but Nick eventually won, deepening it as he felt you go lax against him. Your mind went completely blank, shutting everything out, lost in the feeling of the man you’d wanted for what felt like forever up against your body. You didn’t process anything happening until you realized Nick was over top of you, only breaking your kiss to breathe before reconnecting the two of you. He finally broke it, a whine leaving your lips as you felt the loss of his. He moved down to leave open kisses on your neck, smiling against you, deep breaths leaving the both of you. 

It was a perfect moment, until it wasn’t. The door opened, and you heard a horrified yell coming from the general area of the doorway. It wasn’t until the person spoke that you realized who it was.

“Are you serious?! You told me you were going to come say hi to him, not this!” 

You couldn’t do anything but laugh against Nick’s skin, the happiness still coursing through you overwhelming the embarrassment that would come later. Nick turned his head, a glare shooting across the room at his brother.

“Matt, get the fuck out.” 

Matt had a hand over his eyes, being as dramatic as he possibly could.

“Ugh. That’s my brother. Gross!” 

He slammed the door behind him as he left, not wanting to see a second more. Nick looked back at you, an exasperated smile on his face, pressing a short kiss to your lips before speaking himself.

“Did he know? About you feeling like this?” 

“No. I was going to tell him, but he figured it out for himself.”

Nick nodded, before returning to what he had been doing before Matt had walked in, only pausing to say one more thing. 

“You’re staying here tonight, right?” 

You smiled up at him. 

“Absolutely. You read my mind.”

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Grudges Part II

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader, Potter!Reader

Warnings: angst!

Word Count: 3.5K+

A/N: There is a LOT of jumping around in this one, pay attention closely to the stars that signify scene changes. The Daily Prophet article took me longer than I'd like to admit so please appreciate it. Once again, some people were not able to be tagged :( so sorry!

Grudges Part I

“This really isn’t my fight.” Lily said, looking between you and James in confusion. 

“Isn’t it?” You asked, cocking your head to the side, “James and I didn’t have any problems before you came into the picture. If you weren’t around, James and I would not have fought during the match, I wouldn’t have a shoulder injury that I still suffer from today, and James would not have taken my spot with the Bats.” You crossed your arms. 

✰

A deep ache in your shoulder wrenched you out of sleep. You grabbed your shoulder harshly and sighed, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. You were able to see a few rays of sun had broken the horizon, so you knew that the morning was not far off. You turned and felt around the side of the bed and realized Regulus wasn’t there. You pulled yourself out of bed and made your way down the stairs of the Black house. 

Your parents were not thrilled that you were spending so much time at the Black estate with Regulus, but they figured that anything that made you happy after your shoulder injury, relationship with James, and your promise of going pro in Quidditch all shattered, there was not much they could say. Regulus’s parents were out for the weekend so you had the entire estate to yourselves. The place was creepy, to say the least, and Regulus had promised that you two were going to move into somewhere much nicer and happier once the two of you graduated. 

You were on the stairs, rubbing your eyes and thinking about making a nice cup of tea when you heard Regulus whispering to someone. You stopped on the stairs and listened for a moment.

“This isn’t going to go over well.” Regulus sighed. 

“I tried to tell him not to. That it would only make things worse, but, he wouldn’t listen to me. And can you blame him? It’s an unbeatable opportunity.” The other voice said. 

“For someone who wants to reconcile, he’s really driving the knife in.” Regulus said bitterly. 

“There’s nothing I can do. Remus and I already said our piece.” The voice mirrored Regulus’s sigh. It must have been Sirius. You made your way down the staircase and saw Regulus and Sirius sitting at the kitchen table while Kreacher grumbled over with a tray of tea.

“Blood traitor in the Black house.” Kreacher growling, slamming the tray on the table and glaring at Sirius. 

“Go away you disgusting rat.” Sirius brushed Kreacher off with wave of his hands. 

“Milk and sugar, Kreacher.” Regulus ordered. 

“Sirius, what are you doing here?” You asked, taking a seat at the table next to Regulus. 

“Hey, surprised to see you up, it’s early.” Sirius said with a nervous smile. 

“My shoulder hurt. What are you doing here?” You pressed. 

“I was just telling Regulus some news.” Sirius chewed at his thumbnail. 

“What is he talking about, Regulus?” You turned to Regulus. 

“James Potter has taken your position with the Ballycastle Bats.” Kreacher said, setting down the milk and sugar on the table.

“You foul little roach.” Sirius roared, sending a couple of a shocking hexes Kreacher’s way. Kreacher was able to dodge all but one, which zapped him in the elbow. He rubbed his elbow ruefully and glared at Sirius before disappearing down a dark corner. 

“James took my Ballycastle offer?” You blinked. 

“I’m so sorry, love.” Regulus bowed his head.

“That makes complete sense.” You nodded. 

“Remus and I tried to tell him not to.” Sirius grabbed at your hand but you snatched it back. 

“No, no that makes sense. It’s a great opportunity. I would know.” You shook your head. “You should probably go, Sirius.” Regulus said quietly. 

“Sirius will you pass on a message to James for me?” You asked. 

“Of course.” Sirius said with wide eyes. 

“Tell him that I hope he drops dead.”

✰

“I want you to know that I told James not to take the position.” Lily said with her head bowed. 

“You expect me to believe that?” You said, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“It’s true,” Remus insisted. “Give her your memory, Lily. We have a pensieve.” 

“I don’t need that.” You started but Lily had already pulled the silvery memory from her temple as the pensieve pulled itself from its closet. 

✰

“How’d it go?” Lily asked as James slammed the front door shut.  

“Terrible.” James said, dropping onto the couch and putting his head in his hands. Lily sat next to him and rubbed his back for a few minutes. 

“Is she going to be alright?”

“She’ll survive. But she’ll never ever play quidditch again. Her shoulder is completely fucked and it’s all my fault.” James released a shaky sigh. 

“Oh James, she’s your cousin, I’m sure she’ll forgive you. It just takes time, okay.” Lily said. James only nodded, crying in Lily’s arms for a few moments. There was an owl at the front window, carrying a rather large package on its back and pecking harshly. Lily stood and retrieved the package, placing a sickle in the owl’s claw before it flew off. 

“What is it?” James asked, rubbing his nose harshly. 

“It’s for you.” Lily said, placing the package in front of him. James tore through the package and gasped. It was your broom, in shambles, with the hilt of the broom covered in your blood. 

“Oh my God,” James pressed his fingers over his mouth to stop himself from retching. 

“Is that her broom?” Lily asked, her own fingers shaking.

“Yeah it is. It’s the broom I bought her for her fifteenth birthday.” James said, studying the inscription on the hilt. The gold lettering was splattered in dark red blood. 

“Okay,” Lily pushed the package out of James’s hands, “she’s very, very angry. But we need to remember that she’s been hurt. Badly.”

“She goaded me into it.” James said, standing and making an angry circle around the couch. 

“Goaded you into what?” Lily asked. 

“Pulling her broom. She could’ve hurt me just as easily and she said all those foul things about you. She was goading me.” James spat. 

“James, she’s the one that’s injured. She was a fantastic player and she’s lost everything now because of that game. Isn’t that punishment enough?” Lily knit her eyebrows. James was going to respond but another owl was at the window. He unrolled the parchment and grit his teeth. 

“It’s the scout from the Ballycastle Bats. Now that the chaser position is free they want me to sign. It’s a five year contract, handsome salary plus benefits.” James said, studying the parchment. 

“Surely you aren’t thinking of taking it?” Lily stood too.

“Lily, this is my opportunity to go pro. We’d be set for life.” 

“James,” Lily was shocked, “you will lose your cousin forever. You can’t take this job.”

“You can’t stop me.” James said, narrowing his eyes, “listen, Lily, I chose you. I sacrificed everything for you.”

“You’re prepared to lose your cousin forever?” Lily asked. 

“She’s made that decision for herself.” James said, setting the blood soaked broom hilt on top of the contract. 

✰

“Oh my God. This whole time I’ve been hating Lily. But it’s you.” You said, pulling your head out of the pensieve. 

“Listen-”

“It was you!” You shoved James back harshly, “And you had the audacity to try and come and beg my forgiveness. Own up it to, James.”

“It was me. But you know you would’ve taken the position too if you were in my shoes.” James said. 

“Oh come on, mate, what kind of apology was that?” Remus shook his head. 

“I have some memories of my own I’d like you all to see,” Regulus said, pulling his memories and casting them into the pensieve.

✰

“How are you feeling, love?” Regulus called as he shut the door behind.

“Gigantic.” You said, waddling in and resting a hand on your swollen stomach. You were due any day now and were feeling the full effect of nine long months of pregnancy. 

“I know, love, I’m so sorry.” Regulus sat with you on the couch and pulled one of your aching feet onto his lap and massaging it. 

“Why did I let you get me pregnant! It’s your fault that I’m due in August!” You groaned. 

“I know, love. You are really, really sweaty. It’s been a viciously hot summer.” Regulus said. 

“I know.” You fanned yourself with your hand.

“I mean, seriously,” Regulus laughed, “did you piss yourself or is this just sweat?”

“What are you talking about-” You felt a tight pain coil through your body, “Regulus, it isn’t piss or sweat. My water just broke.”

“Oh my God.” Regulus shot up. “We need to get you to St. Mungo’s!”

“We can’t!” You grabbed at your stomach and groaned, “I don’t think there’s time.”

“I’m going to get Remus.” Regulus disappeared. In reality, it had been less than five minutes but it felt like an eternity. Your contractions were dangerously close and you practically sobbed with relief when you saw Remus and Sirius enter your house with Regulus.

“You’re in labor? Already? We need to get you to the hospital.” Sirius said, helping you off the couch and onto the ground where Regulus had spread blankets down for you.

“How far apart are your contractions?” Regulus asked. 

“Two minutes.” You said, gritting your teeth as another contraction washed over you. 

“We can’t get to a hospital. If we try to go now, we run the risk of splinching ourselves.” Remus said as he knelt down to your level and held your hand. 

“Should I fetch Marlene?” Sirius asked.

“No,” Remus shook his head, “she’s with…Lily.” 

“Lily had her baby?” You asked, trying not to sound too interested. 

“Yesterday, a boy named Harry.” Remus said with a tight smile.

“Harry. That was my father’s name.” It was quiet and then threw your head back in pain again, “so what are we going to do now?”

“I sent an owl for a healer but…I think we’re going to have to figure this out on our own.” Regulus grabbed your other hand and brushed your hair from your forehead. 

Your labor was short, too short, and the baby had come just as the healer had arrived. 

“Look at you,” Regulus said, cradling Celeste in his arms, “your mummy did it. She’s the strongest person alive.” Regulus grinned up at you and you smiled back tiredly at him, your body was slick with sweat. 

“Mr. Black, send for three more healers. Tell them I sent you.” The healer commanded, taking a deep breath and he poked through his potion bag. 

“Go Sirius.” Regulus commanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Your wife is losing a lot of blood.” The healer said. Sirius was back within the minute with three other healers. One took Celeste from Regulus’s arms and began making sure that she was alright. The other healers helped lift you from the floor and move you onto a hospital bed. Regulus saw only then that there was a pool of blood underneath you. The healers worked tirelessly and you grabbed Regulus’s hand tightly. 

“Regulus, there’s a folder with all the important documents in the bottom drawer of the desk in the study.” You began. 

“Don’t talk like that,” Regulus said, biting back tears, “it’ll all be alright.”

“You have to tell Celeste that I love her.” There were tears running down your own cheeks. 

“You will tell her yourself, darling.” Regulus placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. 

“Will you do something for me?” You asked. 

“Anything,” Regulus nodded. 

“I want James,” you cried, “get James please.” 

“I will.” Regulus nodded. “Sirius, come take over. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Regulus took a deep breath as he apparated to the front door of the Potter house. It had been a very long time since he had been to Godric’s Hollow. He knocked on the door, softly.

It was Effie Potter who came to the door, a large grin on her face as she opened it. Her smile faltered before she cleared her throat and said, 

“Regulus, hello dear. Is everything alright?”

“Is…is James there? I need to talk to him.”

“Did-” Effie stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath to hide her eagerness, “did she have the baby?”

“I need to talk to James, Mrs. Potter. Please.” Regulus begged. Effie gestured for Regulus to come in and then disappeared for a moment. She returned with James in tow. James was beaming, with bright red cheeks and messy hair. He stopped dead in his tracks, however, when he saw Regulus. 

“What are you doing here?” James asked, biting the inside of his cheek. 

“Congratulations…on the baby.” Regulus said, swallowing harshly. 

“Is this about her?” James pursed his lips when he referred to you. 

“She just gave birth. To a baby girl, her name is Celeste. She sort of you looks like you, James.” Regulus said. Effie’s hand jet over her mouth at the mention of Celeste. 

“James’s son is named Harry.” Effie said with a smile.

“Is that all, Regulus?” James asked, his face stony. 

“Celeste is fine. But…she’s sick. There are a bunch of healers taking care of her but she’s losing a lot of blood.” Regulus explained. Effie gasped and looked at James. 

“So what are you doing here?” James asked. 

“She’s asking for you.” 

“For me?” James sounded hopeful for a moment.

“Will you come?” Regulus asked. 

“No. I have to take care of my family.” James turned on his heel.

“I’ll talk to him, Regulus, just give me a few minutes.” Effie said. 

“Don’t bother.” Regulus said before apparating back home. The first thing he saw when he reentered his house were the healers packing up their tools. 

“What happened?” Regulus said, a rush of stress washing over him. 

“She’s fine now, stable but sleepy.” One of the healers patted Regulus on the shoulder, “Congrats Dad.”

Regulus made his way back to the living room, where you were snuggled onto a bed that had moved downstairs. Celeste was sleeping in her bassinet next to your bed. Sirius had his arms wrapped around you, whispering to you as Remus prepared tea in the kitchen. 

“Hello love,” Regulus took Sirius’s place next to you on the bed. 

“Where were you, Reg?” You asked. 

“She’s pretty sleepy and out of it,” Sirius said, flashing his eyes at Reg. Regulus nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Just was thanking the healers before they left. Go to sleep, love, it’s been a long day.” Regulus held you until you fell asleep. Then he joined Remus and Sirius in the kitchen. 

“He didn’t come?” Sirius asked, a distraught look on his face. 

“He said no.” Regulus shook his head.

“I can’t believe it. You told James how sick she was? How badly it looked?” Remus’s jaw dropped.

“He said he needed to stay with Lily and Harry.” Regulus wrapped his hands around his mug of tea. 

“So that’s it then,” Remus said, his shoulders sagging, “their relationship is irreparable.”

Regulus cleaned up the mugs of tea as you slept peacefully. Celeste had woken up once and you had fed her before you both passed out again. Remus stayed to help around the house while Sirius went home to rest before his important meeting in the morning with the adoption agency. Remus was upstairs, assembling some baby monitors when there was a knock at the door. Regulus furrowed his brow before walking to the door. 

“Oh wow.” Regulus said. It was James. 

“How is she?” James asked. 

“She’s alright now. Sleeping, of course.” Regulus explained. 

“And the baby? Celeste, she’s doing well?”

“Yes. How’s Harry and Lily?”

“Good, good. Can I see her, Regulus?” James pleaded. 

“I don’t think it’s such a good idea, James.” Regulus shook his head. 

“I miss her so much Regulus. I’m so so sorry for everything that I did.” James dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Regulus’s waist. He sobbed against Regulus’s abdomen. 

“I know James. I think if you try, she’ll forgive you. She misses you too.” Regulus explained. 

“It’ll be different. I promise.” James said, standing up and wiping his eyes. “I’ll be back in a few days. Congratulations Regulus.” 

“Congratulations to you too, James.” Regulus shook hands with James before James apparated away.

✰

“Oh my God.” Regulus gasped, dropping and shattering his glass of orange juice. 

“Reg! You’re going to wake the baby!” You scolded, listening for a moment. It sounded like Celeste was still asleep so you waved your wand and cleaned up the broken glass. 

“Did you see this?” Regulus pushed the newspaper towards you.

“Oh wow.” You said, staring at your hands. 

“You’re the anonymous source aren’t you?” Regulus sighed. 

“They were going to make him captain of the Bats, Reg. That was supposed to be my job.” You said, storming off. Regulus was going to pursue but there was a knock at the door. 

“Tell her that I know what she did. I have absolutely no interest in seeing her again.” James said, throwing the newspaper at Regulus’s feet. 

✰

“The prophecy speaks of a child, born in the final days of July,” Voldemort said, stalking around the room. A shiver crawled up your spine as you felt his breath on the back of your neck. Regulus had involved you in this mess long ago and now you were both working for the resistance as double agents. You wanted to stop long before the birth of Celeste but now that she was here you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from the death eaters as possible. The order had been able to find many of the horcruxes and Regulus had had quite a bit of luck destroying the locket a few years before while leaving Voldemort none the wiser. 

Voldemort knew there was a spy, someone that was betraying him. He never fully trusted you, you being a Potter, but he trusted Regulus more than anything so the dark lord and his followers were usually more than civil with you.

But now Voldemort was angry about something. His voice was steely calm as he made his way around the room, trailing his long, disgusting fingers along the backs of chairs. “This child is supposed to lead to my downfall.” Voldemort paused for a moment as a collective intake of breath went around the room. 

“What can we do?” Amycus Carrow asked. 

“I think the more important question,” Lucius Malfoy said with a snide glare Amycus’s way, “is who is the child?”

“Severus,” Voldemort called, “would you like to answer that question?” 

“It was not as specific. But there are children who fit the parameters of the prophecy.” Snape said, pursing his lips tightly. 

“Who are the children?” Lucius Malfoy asked. 

“So far, we know of he Longbottom boy and the Black girl.” Snape looked down at his hands. 

“The Black girl?” You asked, “Are you talking about my daughter?”

“Yes, Ms. Potter, your daughter.” Voldemort said, flashing his eyes dangerously at you. He always insisted on calling you Potter, wanting to separate you from Regulus.

“Our daughter was born August first.” Regulus said, gripping your hand tightly. 

“According to you. The healers did not arrive until after the baby was born.” Lucius said. 

“Stop it,” Narcissa whispered, resting her hand on top of Lucius’s. 

“Your daughter poses quite a threat.” Voldemort picked up his wand delicately. 

“There’s another child. Born on July 31st.” You blurted out. Regulus turned to look at you pointedly. 

“Who?” Voldemort asked. 

“Lily and James Potter have a son. Harry.” You said, “It could be him.” 

“I have underestimated you, Mrs. Black,” Voldemort said with a grin, “Harry Potter.”

✰

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Regulus screamed after you arrived home. 

“He was talking about Celeste, Regulus! My daughter. Our daughter!” You said, threading your hands in your hair. 

“You have to tell them. You have to warn them.” Regulus shook his head.

“I know. I know. I’ll go right now.” You apparated back. There were tears running down your cheeks as you banged on Lily and James’s door. It was Lily who answered and she took a small step back before saying,

“I am very surprised to see you.”

“Voldemort’s coming. He heard a prophecy about a child born in July who would be his downfall and he thinks its Harry.” You said quickly. 

“What? Why does it think it’s Harry?” Lily asked, her eyes wide. 

“Get a secret keeper. Don’t tell anyone I told you.” You apparated away before Lily could respond. 

✰

“I owe you an apology,” you said. 

“You…you put my entire family in danger with Voldemort, you got me kicked off of the Bats and nearly disgraced by the entire Quidditch community.” James said. 

“You impaled me with my broom and refused to see me when I was on the brink of death.” You responded.

“Neither of one of us have been very good cousins, have we?” James smiled. 

“I’m so sorry,” you swallowed harshly against the lump in your throat. James did not respond, he rammed into you hard, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

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[unplanned-parenthood]

extracted messages to kutner from his official virtual obituary. the site is no longer up (it used to be at fox.com/kutner) but an archived version can be found here!

thanks to hugeegosorry and dorkylittleweirdo for contributing in the notes w/ the missing letters and the web archive link :-)

(im working on adding alt text to these, but for now transcriptions for the letters can be found under the cut)

Dr. Chris Taub:

I really don't want to write anything. I Have nothing to say… I'm pissed off. Why didn't you talk to me? Idiot. I miss you.

Chris Taub

Remy:

My first memory of you is when you got fired as #6. My second memory of you is when you reappeared as #9. My third is when you set that patient on fire trying to restart his heart. Later on, I was the one you confided in about your parents. About what happened to them. And I always felt there was so much more to talk about…

I wish we had more time.

Remy #13

Eric Foreman:

I wish I'd gotten there sooner

I'm sorry

E.F.

Dr. Allison Cameron:

I don't know if you knew this, but… out of all those new people, I'm pretty sure you were House's favorite.

Love

Allison Cameron

Lisa Cuddy:

I think what I remember most was your kindness. When I first adopted Rachel, a lot of people offered to come help, to babysit. But you're the only one who actually did. Nobody could make Rachel laugh like you. We'll both miss you.

Cuddy

Dr. Robert Chase:

I didn't know you that well – I guess nobody did x

Robert Chase

Dr. James Wilson:

When you gave me some of your short stories to read, I remember you practically apologized as you handed them over; that's how shy you were about sharing them. But I don't know why. They were actually pretty good.

James Wilson

Gregory House:

[Left blank]

[nightmanatee]

reasons why it might be safi all along PART 2

part 1 is here

or why the final choice to "accept" is the only correct one (for max at least).

i have a few things to talk about: safi's threat (talked a bit about it in part 1 addition) and what she might do with it later and what i think might (should) happen in DE2. i only talk about bae timeline bc i've played in that timeline but i'm pretty sure it applies to bay as well (replace chloe with joyce/warren/kate/victoria).

part 1 (again). she wanted to threaten max.

if you look closely at safi's pattern with gwen and lucas you can clearly see that she can do a lot of things bc of the book cancelation and considering that max has been in her life during this time in the end of ep3 safi thinks that max was responsible for it as well. she's had 2 chances to threaten max:

once where she didn't know max had powers:

ngl pretty sure safi was gonna say something along the lines of "that's why she left you - bc you're fucked up and evil and ready to mess up with your friend's book deal for a little "fame" caledon can offer you" had max not fallen from that place.

and once - when she knew max had powers.

"how best to hurt lucas" and it's her literally messing up with a KID who had nothing to do with that. but what does safi have against max when she WILL hurt her?

part 2 (again). "how best to hurt max caulfield"

wait will? yes will. bc someone did end up lying to her and last time it happened the other person got shot (and it was her own mother!!)

she has 1. max's memories box with lots of info on arcadia bay, max's parents and CHLOE+the fact that chloe and max were impersonating pirates as kids (important for later). AND WITH A BREAK UP LETTER.

2. this photo of chloe and max being very close (is it really a coincidence that they've remade this pic to look more intimate?)

3. THE PICTURE IN A WALLET that will tell safi who to look for in max's house

4. potentially! diary entries (they're different from timeline to timeline or at least should be bc max didn't write about her powers here but these are same in 2 timelines):

5. max's own words

so ugh this ex-friend of hers who hurt her by not agreeing with her and decided to stay with others has ugh photos, diary entries (written to someone as if they're unsent letters) and stuff about some girl who max even mentions in her confession about powers. someone who made her stop using her powers for YEARS before getting into caledon? ugh i wonder what she's gonna do with this info...

part 3 (again). safi the investigator.

okay. so. safi's turned into present day max. unless max will try to change her hair style/hair color/do some piercings to alter her look so that everyone can know it's safi and not her doing this stuff and considering that safi can "act" as someone else as well she can do whatever she wants to hurt max's reputation or meet someone who knows max?

and oh. safi knows about chloe. she knows she's max's old friend/ex who max sacrificed the whole town for. she's the most important person in max's life and if safi wants to hurt max this is the person she should be looking for. but how?

oh easily. not only does max have no friends but she has a memory box with her and chloe with lot's of polaroids and pirate themed kids stuff. she knows that chloe's name is chloe and what she looks like. so who is this _CaptainChloe_ girl who max follows on social media?

the girl that so stupidly (i can't blame her she doesn't know that a fucking shapeshifter is after her) left the info for where to look for her in her posts? and who also comments under another person who max follows??

i wonder if one brokenhearted shapeshifter would want to meet a close... friend of a person who betrayed her when she was in the most vulnerable state considering how she's messed up with people for less and without evidence of them being guilty.

so yeah if done right max will wish she accepted that thing with safi.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Okay, so people have probably already thought about this AU, but... pulls out pitch notecards... Dear Abby BuckTommy AU.

Picture this.

Abby Clark writes a Dear Abby column. Buck, lonely and just moving to LA, finds himself reaching out to the column once and Abby responds. Liking the rapport he has with Dear Abby, he seems to send any little problem over to Dear Abby, becoming almost his own popular little subcolumn within the usual advice column.

However.

Abby's love for her own column has been dwindling for a while. Half the time, it ends up becoming her editor Tommy Kinard's job to finish the articles he should just be editing.

However, Tommy and Abby had been good friends, ill-advised lovers, fiances, then friends again. They still live together. Tommy has history with Abby. He covers for her as she goes through a particularly rough patch when her mother finally dies.

So.

It isn't every time, but slowly but surely, Tommy takes over more and more of Abby's correspondence with Buck - with "Bucking Love". Until it's practically a half-flirtatious conversation with Tommy despite Tommy trying to stop Bucking Love's ministrations.

Then.

Abby disappears. No letter of resignation, no word to Tommy, no nothing. She packed up everything she could, sold the rest without telling Tommy, and based on her social media accounts, had left the country to go on a globetrotting adventure without even a goodbye.

Tommy's distraught.

He comes clean to the magazine, who seem to just give him the Dear Abby column on top of all his other editing because he was already doing the work anyway.

And.

Feeling like it is unfair to allow Bucking Love to continue to email his questions without fully understanding the situation, against the advice of the magazine, Tommy emails Bucking Love for once - emails a man named Evan Buckley. And briefly explains the situation to Evan while also offering to meet with Evan if he wants a further explanation.

Which is terrifying.

Because Tommy knew that it would be dangerous to tell a man that he may or may not have been flirting with another man without him knowing for a good chunk of the time he had been sending questions in as Bucking Love.

He needed to tell Evan, though. Before the paper came clean about it and turned the column into "Dear Tommy". It wasn't fair to Evan if he didn't know.

Evan does ask to meet.

And.

Tommy meets Evan at a bar.

Tommy talks about Abby.

Her life story - how she became the advice columnist for the magazine, how her mother fell ill, how she was bound to do something like this at some point, how she did love her talks with Evan, she truly did.

Tommy explains his entire story with Abby.

Their friendship at the magazine, his work as her editor, their own love story, his coming to terms with being gay, how they lost their friendship after the engagement but rebuilt it, how they had been living together up until Abby left to see the world.

And it's a lot.

It's so much for Evan to wrap his mind around. It might be too much for one sitting.

Evan talks about his own life story.

How his sister left him alone with parents who only acknowledged his existence if he was hurt or if he screwed up. How he ran away from that hoping to bring his sister along with him, but his sister could only offer her jeep. How he traveled two continents searching for happiness and a place to belong only to find himself in LA.

How he found a job that made him feel worth something with the LAFD. How he found true friends and family at his station.

But how he never quite got love.

He wasn't sure if something was deeply wrong with him or maybe he just didn't know how to find it because how could he? When he's never experienced it?

Then.

He started writing Dear Abby.

And maybe it was stupid of him ("It wasn't stupid, Evan"), but he found himself falling for Abby. The correspondence they had made him fall deeper and deeper into wanting to know Abby, meet her, know here. Which he knew was parasocial ("You say that like you barely know what it means" "I really don't. I'm not online a lot. My friend's son taught me the word"), but it happened.

And.

Tommy said there had been a connection. Abby had thought about finding Evan and just talking before. Tommy and Abby had talked about it.

And.

Tommy doesn't tell Evan that there had been a connection with him as well. How Tommy had almost instantly grown excited for every email that came from Bucking Love. That it was a highlight of his day. That sometimes, if he let himself feel it, he wished he was Abby so that Evan could love him.

But.

Tommy couldn't tell that to a straight man. That would be terrifying. He didn't know if Evan would be okay with it. He didn't know if this would all go terribly wrong if he told Evan that.

So.

He doesn't.

Tommy doesn't tell Evan how he started to have feelings for Evan too.

That almost instantly, Evan's Bucking Love emails became the highlight of his days. That every email he sent made Tommy fall more and more into a love he knew he could never have.

He talks about enjoying their conversations. But never talks about his feelings.

And.

It almost feels as if Evan's waiting for something. Waiting for more from Tommy. And it doesn't even seem as though Evan knows what he's waiting for, but there was something more Evan seemed to have wanted that he just didn't get from Tommy in that conversation.

But.

Surprisingly.

Evan asks if he can keep emailing. If it was okay if Bucking Love kept sending in questions even when it changed to "Dear Tommy".

Tommy didn't understand why Evan would want that. He wouldn't be talking to Abby anymore.

But all the same, Tommy tells him yes.

That he could.

So, the Bucking Love subcolumn for "Dear Abby" continues with "Dear Tommy".

And.

Maybe it was because of the honest conversation they had. Maybe it was because Evan was reaching out to someone he had actually met before instead of someone he placed on a pedestal.

But.

The correspondence felt more genuine. Some of the artifice of charm and flirting fell to the wayside in favor of a softness; of dorky jokes and - and a sense of longing. A yearning to talk more and more. And Tommy, despite himself, couldn't help but write back.

Then.

Tommy saw it on the news. A natural disaster. Firefighters hurt while helping.

And one of them?

Was Evan.

And Tommy shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't Evan's friend. He wasn't Evan's anything. But he found himself rushing to the hospital to see if Evan was okay.

And.

Tommy finds himself meeting the 118, the fire family that Evan talked so lovingly about. He meets Evan's sister, who seems to know all about Tommy. Hell, he even meets Evan's niece.

He finds himself oddly accepted into the group of people confused mostly as to why Tommy was even there, but okay with Tommy's presence; all of them waiting to see if Evan will be okay after an intensive surgery.

And.

Evan seems surprised that Tommy showed up. It almost makes Tommy leave immediately, like he shouldn't have come, but Evan stops him.

Because.

Evan almost died.

And.

He would be damned if he lived another second without shooting his shot and asking Tommy out.

Which felt weird.

Because the man was definitely not leaving the hospital anytime soon. But there was no way Tommy was telling him no. Because all Tommy wanted to be was by Evan's side; getting to know him in person.

And.

Tommy decides to stay with Evan until he's out of the hospital. It's not as if he couldn't work while keeping Evan company. And they hang out, laughing a bit as Evan watches Tommy writing his "Dear Tommy" column.

[twilightkitkat]

Ok soooo i just got an idea. So what if in the Logan movie they had tried to make clones of Logans DNA way earlier let's say in the early 2000s when they put the GMO's in the water supply. A girl was born but she had only a minor healing factor and no claws so she was deemed a failure and the clone project was put on a hold. They wanted to kill her but one of the nurses smuggled her out and she got adopted as a baby. The years go by and the girl grows up. Her name is Lia. She looks nothing like Logan. She is small, only 4'11 and overweight save for the same brown hair as Logan and the hazel eyes. But she is highly intelligent. She gets a hold of her medical file from Transigen, learning her biological mother was a drug addict who agreed to give birth to her for money for drugs and that her father is the Wolverine. She collects comics and articles and everything she can about him. She is devastated when she hears the news of his death in 2017. Then in 2024 she hears that Deadpool was seen with Wolverine. She does research about him and finds out he lives with a blind woman named Althea. She tracks down Al's address and shows up at her apartment. Wade opens the door and she discovers he lives together with Wolverine and that she has a younger sister named Laura. Logan doesn’t believe her, saying she made it all up and he's a different Logan anyway. He sends her away. Wade and him go on a mission and she follows them, manages to outsmart the guys they are fighting against with her intelligence. Logan decides to finally hear her out and they get to know each other. He tells her that he is very grateful to her adoptive parents since they raised her right. Lia says she is nothing like him since she can only heal minor injuries and ages a bit slower. Logan says that it doesn't matter and he is in awe of her intelligence saying he could have never figured it out and she's the first in the family to use her brain. He accepts her as his daughter and she becomes part of the family. She does detective work as a hobby, solving mysteries and sometimes when it's something dangerous Logan or Wade will come with her for backup.

What do you think of this idea?

I think this is a really interesting idea. I feel like most of Logan's "kids" are headstrong, stubborn, and emotional (like him). They all have strong or standout abilities and are the type to charge into a fight. Laura is practically his clone behavior-wise and some "unofficial" kids like Rogue also take after him in that aspect. It'd be interesting to have a more "balanced" family member who plays a more supportive role in actual fights but is a strategist, sort of similar to Charles (minus the brain of mass destruction plot).

I think that Worst Wolverine in general is reluctant to consider himself a dad or any sort of authority figure because he thinks he's the worst example. He doesn't think he's capable of being what a kid needs and he's hesitant to open up to others. He was only able to accept Laura because she knew he wasn't her original father and didn't expect him to be, so the relationship formed more naturally. It definitely helped that she was an adult when he talked to her, if she was a kid like in Logan the movie then I think he would've kept his walls up much higher out of fear.

As for Lia, I think his initial reaction would be defensive. He's scared of fucking it up somehow and when he looks at her, the first of his kids to not resemble him at all, he manages to convince himself that she must be lying. Even though his gut tells him otherwise. But even if he were her dad, what could he offer? He knows how to teach people to fight and light a fire and camp in the woods, not how to be a functional normal adult. Hell, he didn't have that one figured out himself.

The thing about Logan is that he isn't dumb, but he isn't a genius. He has a lot of knowledge he's accumulated over time, both from people he's known and places he's been. He's very good with his hands and has a wide range of survival skills. But he isn't the type to sit down and create an in-depth plan unless he has to, he'd rather fight more intuitively with a rough idea of where he's going. So to meet someone who is capable of running all the probabilities in her head would make him somewhat awestruck. It reminds him of a less annoying and fucked-up version of Wade.

Wade and Lia would definitely get along. I feel like he'd have more to teach her than Logan in terms of strategy, considering he actually thinks through his plans and knows how to be relentless. Lia would be the one who's book smart and knows all the information on a topic, but Wade would help show her how to apply it when formulating attacks. She could also teach him how to look for more specific clues about people and give him tips for online hacking so he can get better background information on the people he kills before going in. (Wade and Lia would both definitely be active on the dark web... Lia would show him some cool software tricks he didn't know and he'd let her use his name to threaten anyone who tries to probe into her identity.)

As for Logan, I think he'd find talking with her fascinating and vice versa. Logan has so much knowledge about history and people and places, some of which directly contradicts textbooks. He could tell her stories about the world and she'd be completely enraptured. On the flip side, her explaining her methodology as a detective and the technology she uses would have him scratching his head and nodding along. He'd be impressed by her deductive skills whenever he tagged along her to act as a bodyguard, asking questions along the way.

All in all, they'd be a very balanced and happy family. Al would be glad to have another girl around the house (she also loves Laura but both of Logan's kids only visit sometimes so the more the merrier). Mary Puppins would love her and cuddle up to her. Laura would be relieved to have someone to share her grief with over the original Logan and who relates to her experiences (plus the two balance each other out in skills and personality so I could see them working together a lot).

[herofics]

Hii! I loved your aizawa fic with his daughter dying, and after reading that…i started thinking, how would all might react to his daughter getting killed while going on a lil patrol during an internship? :0 or something like that!

ur work is rlly good! Cant wait to go through your blog :D

-🃏 anon :3

A/N: Thank youuuu! The post mentioned can be found here. I honestly haven’t written All Might in ages, but I hope this turned out okay

•You and your father didn’t get to spend much time together when you were a kid, because of his hero work and dedication to being the symbol of peace

•So when he was forced to retire, you were happy about being able to spend more time with him, even though you hated how depressed losing his quirk and all the stuff that came along with it made him

•So now that he was a teacher at UA and you were living in the dorms at the school, you actually got to spend a lot of time together

•He helped you train and was there for you when you were having a hard time, as much as he could be for a stubborn teenager such as yourself

•You went to your internship and on the second day he got a call from the agency you were with

•He thought you were just calling him through one of the office phones, but it was the hero you whose agency you were interning at

•The phone call was quite awkward, the hero was quite young so he had never had to make a call such as this

•All Might listened, thanked the hero for calling him and just hung up

•He was sitting on the bench outside 1-A’s dorms and he couldn’t even hold onto the phone

•It fell on the ground as All Might looked up at the sky and just cried silently

•He didn’t make a sound, the tears just streamed down his face quietly

•He didn’t blame you for a second, it wasn’t your fault that you’d died, it happens in that line of work, but that didn’t do anything to ease his pain

•And besides, you were just a student, you weren’t a pro-hero, this wasn’t supposed to happen

•All Might sat there for hours, he didn’t even notice how much time had passed, before it started raining

•It was as if the sky itself was crying for your loss

•Someone had to tell your classmates, but he could only bring himself to tell the principal, so Aizawa was the one who had to break the news to your class

•Midoriya tried to talk to All Might about it, but he just acted overly cheerfully and tried to not show how heartbroken he was

•He didn’t want to put this on Midoriya’s shoulders too

•All Might put all his energy on teaching after your passing, especially with Midoriya

•He was of course avoiding dealing with his emotions and grief this way

•He didn’t want any other parent to have to go through this, he didn’t want anyone else to lose a child

•Realistically he knew he couldn’t guarantee that, but he wished he could, he really did

•He tried to act cheerful, but when he thought no one was looking, he looked incredibly sad

•Some people noticed, Midoriya especially, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything

•All Might didn’t know what to say when people offered him their condolences, nothing felt honest

•There were no words to describe this immense hole that was left in his heart after you died

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 3 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I bare you this! The letter that Steve's dad leaves is literally something like my best friend's mom gave her. I was so shocked! Like what parent does this and talks this way!

Enjoy <3

Warning: Dom Steddie and Sub Plus size reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut of course with the angst and the fluff. Carol and Tommy are mean to the reader and embarrass her at Steve's party. Steve briefly talks about his trauma. The dad leaves a note for Steve basically telling him he needs to be better. Dirty talk for sure, chocking, slight degrading if you squint.

Word count: 4705

You nibbled on the fries in front of you as you watched Steve and Eddie talk to each other. How had you never known that they even knew one another? 

After you guys left the school, Eddie offered to drive you but you felt more comfortable taking your own car, following them to a diner right in the middle of downtown Hawkins. You couldn’t help but pause when Steve held the front door open for you, raising an eyebrow as he gestured inside. It was such an odd contrast especially when it came to him, seeing him be so polite. 

“Do you two come here a lot?” You blurted out your question a bit too quickly causing both their heads to turn towards you, giving you an odd look. 

“Like on a date or? I mean, Harrington doesn’t really treat me like the beautiful being I am but…”

“No, I mean…”, you giggled and they smiled. It was the first time since they met you that they genuinely heard you laugh. “Why didn’t I know you guys were friends? Even he said your friends don’t know about him.”

“That is a great question. Stevie? Thoughts?”

“We hang out.”

“Getting high in my trailer after school or on weekends doesn’t count.”

“Oh yeah? And what is this? What are we doing now?”, he chuckles.

“Does it bother you?”, you ask Eddie.

“I’ve never really thought about it if I’m being honest.”

“What are you doing?”, Steve asks with a sharp tone.

“I-I-I’m just trying…to get to know you. Understand.”

“Really? Because it seems like you’re trying to cause problems between me and Munson here.” 

Your eyes meet his annoyed ones filing with your own frustration. “Is that normal for you, Steve Harrington? To think everyone has a motive?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

He turns to look at Eddie who smiles as he shrugs. “Well, look who found her voice all of the sudden.”

“Did you ever think maybe I always had a voice but it was constantly stifled by people like you!”

“Define people like me.”

“Stuck up, preppy daddy’s boys who only care about what other people think of him instead of growing a pair and just being himself!”

Eddie watched you both with a small smirk as you and Steve glared at each other. Something flashed through the man’s eyes before he glanced at the metalhead, nodding before rising from the table and heading out the door. 

“Wow, sweetheart. You really got under his skin.”

“I did?”

“Steve Harrington doesn’t just silently leave. He always has to have the last word. I’m betting it was the ‘daddy’s boy’ part.”

“I don’t understand.”

“No, baby. You don’t.”

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

The next day, Steve didn’t say a thing to you or even look your way. In class he sat where he was supposed to and during detention that afternoon, he placed himself behind Eddie on the opposite end of the classroom.

Eddie wasn’t out right ignoring you like his friend but he wasn’t really trying to initiate a conversation with you either. He grinned when you walked by during lunch and gave a loud “Hey, princess!” when you entered the room after school. 

On Friday, nothing changed and it killed you. You had no idea why but it did. Steve was still an asshole, right? Even though you admitted you didn’t hate him, you still didn’t care about him. Right? So why during your final afternoon in detention, are you staring at him as he doodled in his notebook?

I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. Is he going to ignore me forever now? Should I apologize? I miss his lips. Wait…what the fuck am I saying?! This is incredibly frustrating!

“Alright boys and girl, congratulations. You have made it through your week of punishment. Eddie I’m sure I will see you again. Steve and Y/N, please, for the love of God, behave.”

The three of you smile as you get up and exit the classroom. They both walk ahead of you as if they had no idea who you are. 

“Steve?” You call his name as soon as you enter the parking lot. When he doesn’t respond, you run ahead of them, trying to block their path. “Steve, please.”

They both shift around you as they continue to talk to each other. “You’re coming tomorrow night, right?”

“I’ll be there.”, Eddie grins. You watch in awe as they both get in their cars and Steve speeds away. “See you on Monday, sweetheart! Behave now.”, he winks before starting his van and disappearing down the road.

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

“Why are we here?”, Masie asks as she looks around at all the drunk students. 

“Come on. It will be fun.”

It took some sleuthing but you found out from another girl on the basketball team that Steve Harrington was throwing a huge party on Saturday night. Your blood boiled as you realized he purposely invited Eddie in front of you to make you feel even worse. 

“I’m, um, I’m going to go find the drinks.”

“Please don’t leave me alone for long!”, your friend shouted as you left her side. 

Steve’s home was gorgeous, much nicer than your own. Kids were packed in tight as they danced to the music beating against the walls of the house. Carol’s hair came into your view and you hastily tucked into a nearby room. As you looked around you realized you must be in his father’s study.

There was a desk with papers scattered all over it. The bookshelf against the wall was filled to the brim with law books and encyclopedias. On a nearby table, you noticed a bunch of photographs of Mr. Harrington and his wife. 

Where are the pictures of Steve? Maybe he just doesn’t have any in here…that’s odd. You would think he would want to have pictures of his son close by where he works. 

You circled around to the desk, brushing papers aside as you skimmed them until something caught you attention. 

Steven,

I am very disappointed in your behavior as of late. You’re barely passing your classes. You haven’t gotten any better at basketball or swimming. You refuse to save any money for college (If you can even get into one at this point) and your mother found drugs hidden in one of your drawers. 

You spend a lot of time with that freak or girls you don’t intend on staying with. I am ashamed and so far, son, you are not living up to the Harrington name. 

I’ll give you one more year to shape up. If you can’t it together by graduation I will NOT pay for your schooling. Do you understand me?!

Sign and return to my desk. I will file it with my other investments when I get home. 

Sincerely,

Bill Harrington                                          

 X Steven Harrington

“It’s not polite to snoop, Y/N.”

You jump at the sound of his voice as you turn to find Steve leaning against the closed door with a drink in his hand. He smelled incredibly strong like liquor making your heart break. 

“Your father gave you this?”

He pushes off the wall, coming to stand beside you as he cranes his neck to look at the paper in your hands. 

“Yup. This is one of the tamer ones.”

“Steve, he talks about you like…your property.” He shrugs as he takes a seat in the office chair. “I’m so sorry. I…I didn’t—”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just a preppy, daddy’s boy who needs to grow a pair, right?”

Your head hangs as you place the letter back down on the desk. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“No. You didn’t.”

As you start to head for the door, something stops you. You spin around and his arms open in surprise when you place yourself on his lap, leaning your head on his shoulder. His chest heaves underneath you before his limbs come back down to wrap around you as his head leans against yours. 

The loud sound of glass breaking startles you both. “Fucking hell. I can’t have one God damn moment; I swear.” You slide off his lap and he angrily opens the door to find out what happened. 

You leave the room to find Masie who was sitting outside on one of Steve’s patio chairs talking to someone you two had class with. You joined her physically but mentally you were somewhere else. Sifting through the last few years, you wondered if there had been any clues to Steve’s relationship with his father. All you remembered was an asshole, Tom Cruise style wanna-be.

He never once let on there might be trouble at home. Hell, he was having a party in the house right now like he didn’t care what his dad thought. 

The feeling of something cold dowsing your body, jolted you back to reality. You stood up, watching as liquid spilled down your head, into your clothes, and on to the concrete below your feet. Your eyes met Tommy’s who was now holding an empty pitcher in his hand. 

“Shit! Y/N, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Not that you’re hard to miss. Maybe it’s because you weren’t invited.”, he snickered. 

Masie stood up, placing herself in front of you. “Have you lost your fucking mind? That was extremely uncalled for!”

You panicked as your eyes looked around the pool area to see people staring at the display that was unfolding. As your body began shutting down, you felt leather being placed around your shoulders. 

“Come on, sweetheart. You’re ok.”

“Speaking of uninvited…”, Carol giggled. 

As Eddie started to turn you around, you both ran into the host of the party. Steve’s eyes scanned your fragile frame and the snarky smiles on his friend’s faces. 

“Everybody out! Out now! You heard me! Parties over!” Carol and Tommy looked around confused but didn’t move as he gently reached for your friend’s arm, tugging her towards you. “You guys, go inside. There are some towels in the washroom by the kitchen. Why are you two still here?! I said out!”

“Are you fucking kidding?”

“No, I’m not. This is MY house. Now get… out…”, Steve growls. 

Tommy wraps his arm around Carol’s shoulder as they leave his backyard. After a quick run through to make sure everyone had left, he found the three of you in his kitchen as Eddie ran a towel through your hair.

“Do you have some clothes, man? Something she can put on.”

“I-I-I can’t go home like this. M-m-my dad will kill me if I come home smelling like alcohol.”, you cried. 

“He will. Her parents are strict as hell especially her mom.” Masie rubs your back comfortingly. “She told them she was having dinner with me tonight so she could come here…for some reason.” She squints her eyes at Eddie. 

If only she knew that he wasn’t the only reason. 

“Why don’t you tell them she’s spending the night with you?”

“IS she?” Your friend glares at them both. “Because I’m not leaving her here alone with you Steve Harrington.”

“Maze, it’s ok.”

“Um, Y/N, it’s not ok! Did you see what his friends just did to you?!”

“YES, I DID! I did… I’m fine, ok? Eddie, will take me home tomorrow.”

Her eyes shift between everyone before focusing on the metalhead. “I will be calling her house at noon tomorrow. If she doesn’t answer, I’m calling Chief Hopper. Do I make myself clear?”

“A bit dramatic but yes.” As soon as she leaves, Steve gestures to Eddie, who takes your hand as you both follow him up the stairs. “I like her. She has a lot of spunk.”

“Masie Collin’s has always been that way.”, the other boy sighs as he opens his bathroom door. 

“Ah. I’ve never met her before.” He focuses on your body as he removes your beer-soaked clothes, passing them to Steve who stumbles backwards into the wall. “Apparently, I got here too late. Do you need to go lay down, Harrington?” 

The man nods slightly as he pushes past you both but instead of turning towards his bedroom, you hear him stomp down the stairs. Eddie turns on the shower, waiting patiently for it to warm up. 

“Okay, Sweetheart. Go ahead and take as long as you need. I’ll go riffle through his drawers and see what I can find for you to wear.”

As he turns to leave, you reach out and grab his arm. “Will…will you stay with me?”

“Do you want me to stay in here with you or do you want me to join you?”

“Will you stand in the shower with me, please?”

Eddie steps forward, brushing your hair behind your ears with his fingers. “I said do you WANT… Talk to me like you want it.”

“Eddie, I want you take a shower with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

He softly smiles as he takes a step back and removes his shirt before sliding down his pants with his boxers. You take his hand as he guides you into the tub and you sigh at the feeling of the hot water hitting your body. 

Eddie chuckles as he reaches for the shampoo in the corner. “Well, you won’t smell like alcohol but let’s hope your parents don’t know what Steve smells like.”

He grins as you laugh, putting product in his hands, and rubbing it into your scalp. Eddie continued to help clean your body, exhaling pleasure filled breaths anytime his lips would randomly land on your skin. 

A tiny squeak left you when his fingers grazed between your legs. “Oh. Sensitive.”, he quips with a mischievous smile. 

“I’m still a little sore.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in joking surprise. “Geez, are our cocks that big?” You bite down on your bottom lip as he slowly inserts his middle finger into your entrance. “Or are you just that tight?”

He gets to his feet, placing his other hand on your lower back, sliding you closer to him. “God, I’ve never felt a pussy this tight before.” You moan as he guides his lips to your own. “Normally, I don’t ask but I know you’ve been through a lot tonight. Can I fuck you?”

“I…I don’t want you to ask. That’s what the word is for right?”

“Yeah, baby. That’s right.”

“Then take me, Eddie. Please…I need you to.”

“Fuck me.”, he groans as his lips crash to yours. 

He removes his fingers, gripping your waist to adjust your body so your back was facing him. You felt his palm dig into your shoulder as his other hand brought your hips into his own, guiding his length into your cunt. 

Eddie wrapped his arms around your tummy as he delivered several hard thrusts that pushed you forward into the cold tile. Your hands shot out to hold yourself steady as he pressed his chest flush to you back.

“Yeah? Fuck, princess, you feel so good. You like the way my cock feels?” You whimpered as your head fell against his shoulder. “Answer me, pretty girl. Tell me how much you love my dick inside of you, stretching you open.”

“I do—mmm—Eddie. Oh my god. I love the way you feel. Please—mmm—please make me cum.”

Eddie pumped his hips faster as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom. The coil that had quickly began to wind snapped as you moaned his name repeatedly. 

“Good girl. So fucking sexy when you cum. I like the way your body trembles. Fuck. Get-Get down on your knees, baby.”

He pulls out of you and you do as your told, his palm falling to the back of your head as your wrap your lips around his cock. “F-fuck. Don’t fucking move.” Curling his fingers tightly in your hair, he thrusts his hips roughly, forcing himself down your throat. As he begins to sputter, he holds you still and you feel his warm spend fill your mouth. 

“Good girl. Swallow my cum.”

After you do what he asks, he grabs your forearm helping you to your feet as he smiles. “Do you feel clean or do you want me to do another once over?”

“No, I’m ok. I’m really exhausted.”

“I can imagine.”, he chuckles as he turns off the water and steps out of the tub onto the mat. “Here. Go ahead and dry off. I’m going to go find you some clothes.”

When he doesn’t come back after you’re dry, you go looking for him, finding him in Steve’s room; the boy himself completely passed out. 

“Hey, sorry. He actually threw your clothes in the washer so I moved them to the dryer. I’m trying to find something here but kid is too fucking thin. Some of these shirts would barely fit me as a fucking crop top.”

While Eddie spoke, you had tiptoed over to Steve’s bed. Even though he was asleep, he still had a pained expression on his face. You reached out to delicately move some hair to the side and he lightly sighed as he adjusted his head to face the other way. 

The metalhead watched you with fascination as you took off the towel that wrapped around you, tossing it to the floor, and climbed into the bed beside his friend. Your hand traced his back over his shirt and again he sighed but the disgruntled look on his face softened. 

You smiled when you felt Eddie climb in behind you. For some reason, just laying between them like this made you feel comfortable; safe. His arm slide under your pillow and after a while you heard his steady breathing as he fell asleep. 

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The feeling of thumb caressing your lips, made your eyes flutter open and were met with the beautiful, amber ones across from you.

“Hey. Are you okay?”, you whisper. Steve nods as he lazily rolls fully onto his side facing you. “By the time I got here you were pretty wasted. Do you remember anything?”

“I remember you being nosey and Carol being a bitch. I remember kicking everyone out and you being sad. Before I fell asleep, I think I heard moaning in my shower but…” He grinned as you blushed. “You smell like me.”

“That’s good. At least I don’t smell like beer anymore.”

“It’s not fair though. You smell like me but not BECAUSE of me.” Steve’s soft palm glided down your back, over your ass to the back of your thigh, lifting it to place your leg over his waist. His hard cock pressed against the outside of your puffy lips making you moan. “I did like waking up to you naked beside me. It took all of my energy not to just take what I wanted while you slept.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He slowly grinded his waist, dragging his length between your folds causing you both to let out a needy whine. 

“Because I like hearing you whimper when I first slide my cock into your tight pussy. Like you can’t take me but you know you need me. Do you need me, honey?”

Your hands reach out to cling to the back of his neck as you place your forehead on his. “Yes, Steve. Please…fuck. I need you so bad.”

“Where, baby? Tell me where you need me.”

“I-I-I…” You stumble over your words, already feeling so overwhelmed by him.

A low, growl rumbles from his chest as his palm comes up to wrap around your throat. “You take too long to answer simple questions.”

“I’m sorry. I just—”

“I don’t care. Tell me…what you need.”

You swear you hear Eddie’s breathing pick up behind you but as you try to turn your head to look Steve grips your jaw forcing your eyes to remain on his. 

“Jesus! And so easily distracted. Did she give you this much trouble last night?”

“No. She told me she needed me and swallowed my cum like a good girl.”, Eddie responds through heavy pants. 

Aggressively, you press your lips to his, relishing in the taste that you missed for almost three days. These men were almost like a drug to you and when Steve pulled away you saw it in his eyes to. 

“Please, Steve. I missed you and how you feel inside me. I need you to make me cum.”

The man gripped your hips as he rolled you onto your back, lifting your other leg to wrap around him. As his mouth traveled down your neck, you were finally able to look at Eddie who was stroking his dick under the blanket as he watched you both. 

Your hand reached out to tug down the sheet making him chuckle. “Do you want to see me play with myself, pretty girl?”

When you nod, Eddie tosses the blanket down to the end of the bed not only exposing himself but Steve between your legs. Your hand reaches out to help him but he promptly stops you, placing your palm against his friend’s back.

“Naw, sweetheart. I had you. It’s his turn.”

With that, the boy slid his cock into your entrance, both men watching your face as it scrunched in pleasure. Steve thrust into you roughly, hitting that spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back. 

You licked your lips as you watched the metalhead, his moans making your pussy clench. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, no.”, Steve whined as his head fell into the nook between your neck and shoulder. Your arms wrapped tightly around him as his rhythm faltered and you felt his seed warm your insides.

“It’s…it’s ok. It’s alright, Steve.”, you cooed as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Alcohol isn’t always a man’s best friend.”, Eddie breathily laughs as his own rhythm slows. 

Steve’s head shot up, quickly pulling himself out of you before climbing down your body and placing your legs over his shoulders. You cried out as his mouth wrapped around your clit and he rapidly pushed two fingers into your dripping hole. 

“Oh-oh my god.” You palm floated down, holding tightly to the back of his head. 

Eddie’s shoulder brushed your own as he scooted closer to you, his lips warming your ear. “You did say you needed to cum and if I know Harrington he would never leave a girl he likes unsatisfied.”

Your other hand tried to reach for his cock again but he hastily slapped the back of it before reaching over to slap one of your breasts. “I said no. You’re his right now. Who do you belong to right now?”

“S-Steve.”

Eddie smacked your tit again eliciting a soft moan. “Louder so I know you understand.”

“I belong to Steve! Fuck…” In response to your cries, Steve’s tongue flicked faster against you as his head shook from side to side. “Yes…just like that. I’m gonna…”

You felt the metalheads arm beside you move at a quicker pace as his breathing became more labored. Back arching, your hips grinded against the man’s fingers and tongue as you came. 

Gradually bringing your quivering legs back down to the bed, Steve placed delicate kisses on your nub making you twitch.

Eddie’s body curled inward as he came, his release shooting out and hitting his thigh. 

Usually, they were both quick to clean and take care of you, but you were surprised when Steve laid his head on your lower belly, wrapping his arm around you after bringing your bent knee to lean against his back. Eddie’s head leaned on your shoulder as his hand reached down to intertwine his fingers with your own. You weren’t sure how to react so you just did what felt right choosing to continue to play with Steve’s hair as you pressed your cheek on top of Eddie’s head. 

You don’t know how long you three laid like that but the sound of a phone ringing pushed you out of the pleasurable moment. Steve groaned as he rolled over to answer it. 

“Hello? Harrington house…yeah. Hey, dad.”

“This may take a while. Come on, princess.” Eddie yanked on your hand, guiding you back to the bathroom where he reached for a rag and cleaned you both. “Ok, stay here. I’m going to go grab your clothes.”

He reappeared quickly, beaming as he handed you your outfit. “Now you’ll smell like Harrington and rich people detergent.” You giggled as you thanked him and he disappeared again to throw on his own ensemble. 

As you descended his stairs, your breath caught at how much trash there was everywhere from his party last night. You wondered into his kitchen, finding the trash bags, and began grabbing cups and plates along the way. 

“What are you doing?”

Steve’s voice startled you, your eyes darting towards where he was watching you. “Oh, you scared me. I’m helping you clean. I don’t want your parents to get mad at you.”

“They won’t be home till Wednesday.” His eyes scanned you over, always trying to get a read on you. 

“They leave you by yourself that long?” That genuinely made you sad for him. His folks seemed to be the exact opposite of yours. Where yours at times could be pretty strict and micromanaging, his didn’t seem to care at all. Or didn’t care about their son the way they should judging by the letter you found. 

“Aw. I love it. A girl with a heart.” Eddie grins as he noisily comes down to where you both are. “Unfortunately, babe, I was threatened to have you home by noon. It is currently… a little after eleven and I don’t know how far you live.”

“I’m maybe about 8 miles that way.”, you gesture somewhere behind you. “I, um, I do need you to drop me off a few houses down. I’m sorry. It’s just if they see me hop out of a van…well any car that isn’t Masie’s they will have questions.”

The metalhead nods as he reaches for his jacket and digs for his keys. “Do you mind looping back around, Munson, to drop me back off here?”

“Not a problem, man.”

“Oh Steve, you don’t have to come.”

“Do you not want me to?”, his asks with a forceful tone. 

“Of course, I do… I don’t want to be burden.”

“Interesting.” Eddie muses as Steve grabs his jacket and you three head out the door. “Harrington thinks everyone has a motive. You think you’re a burden. Once we figure out my damage is we’ll win ‘fucked up people’ bingo.”

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“Yeah, I’m just right there. Thank you for taking me home.”

“My pleasure.”, Eddie grins. 

“Are you going to be okay?” You both turn to look at Steve who was now leaning forward between the two front seats. “I said I remembered Carol being bitch but Tommy was the one who poured that pitcher all over you, right?”

You nodded before down casting your gaze towards the floor. “It’s not the first time. Freshman year he spilled milk on my dress in the lunch line. In middle school, we all had that field trip to the theater and he pretended to trip, pouring soda down my back. You know, looking back on it, I’m starting to think Tommy Hagan doesn’t know how to drink a beverage.”

They both laugh, making you smile. You’d never seen Steve honestly grin with his teeth before. You reach out with your palm and bring his lips to yours before doing the same with Eddie. 

“I’ll be ok. I’m always okay.” As soon as you jump out of the van, Steve climbs into your seat. You start to head for your house but a thought suddenly hits you. “Oh! Um, I almost forgot. Do either of you have a pen?”

They look around before the metalhead make a tiny aha sound, reaching over to hand you a marker. You giggle as you take it from him, grabbing the boy’s hand and writing something on it. “That’s my line. My parents have their own…for business.” You roll your eyes as you wave and they watch you jog towards your house. 

Eddie smiles as he shows Steve his palm with your phone number scrolled across. 

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🌈 Charlie Morningstar x Reader platonic headcanons Witness to the Truth 🎶

Charlie didn't have many close people, but you were one of them, the one who had been with her almost since she was born. You were a close friend of her parents and the one who was entrusted with the role of her mentor. Lucifer sometimes joked that you were more her babysitter than her mentor, but you didn't mind, and the young princess was very attached to you. You were the one who supported her ideas and dreams, smiling gently at her. You tried to protect her from the pain and disappointment that might come her way, but when she decided to create a hotel, you really started to worry. Charlie thought that you, like her father, would be skeptical about this idea, but you did not dissuade her, but offered your help

When she introduced you to Vaggie, she saw that both of you seemed to be trying to stay at arm's length from each other, but at the same time did not say what the reason for this was. It was only when you started communicating normally that she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. You treated everyone who showed up at the hotel with wariness, but over time you softened, communicating with them more friendly. But despite the fact that Charlie tried very hard, there was something that you continued to be skeptical about. You didn't believe that angels would accept so easily that sinners could atone for their sins. Lucifer supported you and that's why he asked you to go with Charlie to Heaven. to make sure she's safe. She didn't understand why her father asked you to do this, but she didn't mind you going with her and Vaggie

Charlie saw how you frowned but remained silent, even when the meeting with the angels began. But Sera didn't seem to plan on giving them a chance at all. It was at that moment that your patience ran out and you spoke. You talked to Sera as if you had known her for a very long time, you asked her questions that she couldn't find answers to, and some angels looked at you as if they saw a ghost. Adam called you a traitor, but you ignored him. Charlie didn't realize what was going on until she heard Adam yell that you weren't kicked out of Heaven for nothing. She really had a lot of questions, but she didn't have time to ask them, at least not while the hotel was in danger

After the restoration of the hotel, Charlie came to you wanting answers to her questions. You knew you couldn't hide the truth anymore, so you told her everything. You told her that you were an angel, one of the first angels to find a time when her father had not yet been exiled. You were friends then and you supported his ideas, so his exile came as a shock to you. You tried to find out the truth, which was the reason for his expulsion, but the more questions you asked, the more uncomfortable you became for them. That's why they banished you, too. Lucifer helped you, and you helped him and Lilith as much as you could. In all these centuries that you have spent in Hell, you have changed, so the angels did not immediately recognize you, but you were not going to be silent anymore. You were ready to help Charlie even if you had to fight for it again. She listened to your story attentively, anxiously, but she was glad that she found out the truth

Charlie understood that now there was even more work to do if she wanted to put her plan into practice, but she was not going to back down. She was ready to protect her friends and her people, and you, looking at how she was filled with determination, were ready to help her with both your knowledge and your strength. You might not have been as strong as her father, but you were strong enough to fight on equal terms with those who wanted to harm you